#only making me cry more. you know how it is đ„°
blogging through the tears tuesday lol
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summary: in which for you, jungkook would commit crimes and his mother would peel oranges.
idol!jk x reader | fluff, angst | word count: 9.5k
warnings/content: oc passes out in the shower / jk does something crazy iâm literally insane about this / baby bam cameo đ„ș / stitches >:( / blood draw / mention of speeding / jealous not but rlly jealous oc is pissed owfffff at the nurse who has a crush on jk lmao / jk and his mom loves them to death tho so obv who wins / love is beautiful letâs all cry <3
> in which masterlist!
note: *sitcom sound effect of crowd cheering* IâM BACK đ„° hope u enjoy the product of my madness during finals season hehehe. and special thanks to my cutieful proofreader rio!! youâre one of my most favorite people iâve ever met đ„șđ + my beloveds who came to the rescue when i had medical questions !! i didnât expect to receive help from soooo many and iâm so freaking grateful i could cri :")
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âi ordered it the other day. how did it arrive so early?â
jungkook walks back inside the apartment, arms occupied by a stack of boxes that arrived in the mail yesterday.
he arrives at the living room, head tilting to the side in confusion when he realizes that the netflix show he was watching on the television is no longer playing. instead, there is the news channel.
he gasps.
âbaby, youâre alive!â
your swollen eyes flicker up to him.
youâre lying on the sofa with your legs lazily dangling on the edge. thereâs a toothbrush in your mouth, foam of bubbles between your lips, but your arm barely exerts the energy to make it do its job.
âyou were asleep from afternoon to morning. do you know that? youâve never done that before!â he exclaims, carelessly tossing the boxes on the floor. âi was getting scared!â
you only hum to acknowledge his existence, pushing yourself up from the sofa and unknowingly dodging the hug your boyfriend wanted to greet you with.
he ends up collapsing face first on the empty space you left, hurt and offended.
the bathroom door opens and closes.
he flips over, whining. âyah, we didnât see each other for a day. didnât you miss me?!â
still not a single word from you. sleeping that long must not have cured your exhaustion, jungkook surmises. you tend to be glum and cranky when youâre feeling unwell, as is usually the case when you wake up as unrested as before.
he doesnât always know how to make you feel better, but he always tries anyway.
âour new bedsheets arrived!â he announces from the other side of the bathroom door, making himself loud so that you can hear him despite the shower running. âdo you want to unbox them with me?!â
he allows the seconds to pass, but with his hands on his hips, he eventually begins to tap his foot on the floor.
âbaby? may i go in?â
he turns the knob, just to be prepared incase the answer is a yes, but it doesnât turn. a sad pout forms on his face.
huh? why is it locked?
you must genuinely donât want to be bothered today.
âguess thatâs a no.â he mutters to himself before calling out to you. âokay, iâll wait for you!â
with a crestfallen sigh, he begins to walk back to the living room.
he doesnât go far, however.
only several steps later, a series of loud crashes is heard from the bathroom and his heart thunders in his chest with a combination of numbing shock and fear.
â____, what was that?! did you fall?!â
he aggressively pounds at the door, extremely desperate this time around. he has no plans on leaving until he knows that youâre safe and sound.
âbaby! open this! are you alrightâŠ? are you hurt? youâre scaring me. please, answer!â
he pauses, catching his breath as his mind runs a thousand miles per hour.
â____!â
he strikes the door with an open palm one more time, more so to express his frustration that is only growing worse with every tick of the clock. he only ends up hurting himself in the process.
âthatâs it! iâm opening the door!â
he frantically whips his head around, racking his brain for the location of the key. there are two copies of it somewhere in the apartment, but in his panicked state, he is unable to pinpoint either of their specific spots. and he canât fucking afford to waste any more time.
âah, fuck!â he curses, left with no other choice but to give in to the instinct of breaking down the door with the strength and durability of his body alone.
he would most definitely break his shoulder first before the door.
only after the first try, that much is clear.
and so, with madness inconsiderate of his agony, he resorts to kicking it over and over again.
the repeated loud collisions rattles poor bam from his slumber. not long after, the dogâs barking creates a booming dissonance with his grunts and kicks at the door.
when it finally swings open, the force of his own body sends him stumbling on the bathroom floor, but he doesnât waste time in bouncing back to his feet.
the twisting of his stomach is instantaneous.
there lies your naked, unconscious figure behind the glassâ surrounded by bottles of hair and body products that must have fallen when your hands were searching for something to hold on to.
his voice cracks, breathless.
âbaby, no⊠no, no, no.â
he kneels on the floor, and despite the strong urge to carry you out of there, he tries to calm down. itâs the first rule in every emergency case; professionals reiterate in seminars and news channel segments.
keep calm. keep calm. keep calm.
he wonât be able to forgive himself if he ends up causing more harm than good.
â____, can you hear me?!â
his instinct tells him to inspect every inch of you for any sign of injury, but then his vision becomes too blurry. he curses at the hindrance and forces himself to turn off the showerhead that was left running.
he harshly wipes his face, rushing back to you.
âplease, please, please. wake up.â he begs.
he has a feeling that itâs futile. you canât hear him and heâs wasting his breath. the thing is he doesnât know what else to do.
âbabyâŠâ
he carefully turns your head over, almost relieved because he hasnât seen blood so far.
almost.
at last, he gets a full view of your face, and he finds blood dripping. this has always been one of his most paralyzing fearsâ seeing you get hurt. now that itâs become a reality, thereâs a part of him that wants to believe this is some kind of twisted dream.
âhow- how did this even happenâŠ?â he cries out, his own blood running cold.
for everything that happens after, his body acts on its own. bam is a constant presence in his peripheral, but he is barely in his right mind to acknowledge the presence aside from, âbam, move. daddy might step on you.â
he carries you out of the bathroom, kicking aside the beaten up door. he has made up his mind about bringing you to the hospital, but he canât bring you like⊠this.
he lays you down on the bed, all that gentleness switched off in a split second so he can sprint to the walk-in closet. he hastily grabs whatever is on top of your neatly folded stacks of shirts and pants; and then a fresh towel on the way out. the gentleness returns as he pats your face dry, the pure white stained with dark red. he flips the towel and uses the other side to wipe the rest of your body, in a race against time but mindful of treating you like fragile glass.
once that is over, he dresses you in a pair of gray sweatpants, and with some difficulty, an orange t-shirt.
any person with functioning eyes will be able to tell that the shades donât go together.
if you were conscious, youâd definitely berate him for making you wear this outfit.
but youâre not.
jungkook effortlessly swoops you in his armsâ dripping wet hair, his and yours, leaving behind a trail of raindrops from your apartment floor to the cemented parking lot.
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your body feels like itâs floating.
are you dreaming�
you must be dreaming.
you hear an uncoordinated symphony of voices, but you canât comprehend a word. in pursuit of clarity, you force yourself to open your eyes.
the voices grow a little louder. faceless figures hover you; a bright light shines over your face.
your senses must be playing cruel tricks. now it feels like youâre drowning, sinking into the unknown, and your body has succumbed into numbing defeat.
you want to sleep a little more.
you must truly be exhausted. itâs okay.
youâve fought hard until now. youâve done enough⊠has anyone tried in life as much as you did?
just as your eyes flutter shut, you regain sensation of your hand; a soft squeeze and a call of your name.
â
jungkook gently strokes your hair, sighing for the nth time since you got transferred to a private room. heâs relieved that all the scans came back clean so serious head and brain injuries have been ruled out. the doctor also asked him questions and ran some other tests before concluding that electrolyte imbalance caused you to pass out; the culmination of stress and fatigue from work, as well as your strong period, most likely being the main reasons. he didnât even know about the latter until you stained the white sheets with blood.
it was fucking frightening being in the sidelines as they rushed to check on your vitals and to administer oxygen. even now, itâs unbearable to see you with a needle in your hand and a few stitches above your eyebrow. he already anticipated you not being pleased with having to get stitches specifically either; gasping and sitting up as soon as you heard the word come from his lips post-consciousness. consequently, the dizziness hits you. the doctor wasnât happy about that.
âthis is so annoying. i donât want a scar.â you whine as you study your face on the camera of jungkookâs phone. âdid i have to fall on my prettier side?â
âwhat are you saying? youâre pretty from any angle.â he interjects. âbe careful. the wound might open up.â
you jut out your bottom lip, looking up at him with glassy eyes. the sight instantly tugs at his heartstrings, and he pulls you in for a hug. maybe heâs a little sad that you donât appear concerned about the fact that you passed out, but god is he relieved to finally hear your voice again.
âah, i should call the doctor.â
but his face remains buried in your hair.
âthey told me to do so.â
âyou should-â
âwhy?!â he abruptly reacts, drawing back. âdoes anything hurt?â
âchill. you said that they told you to.â
âoh, thatâs right.â he sheepishly smiles. he canât help but to overreact; he hasnât turned off the alarms in his head. âiâll go tell the nurse to get her.â
he starts to walk towards the door, but a tug at his shirt holds him back.
you shyly look at him with a scrunch of your nose. âiâm nervous. hug me for five more seconds.â
fuck, he would move heaven and earth to protect you from everything that can cause you harm.
âwhy would you be nervous? iâm right here.â he scolds you lightheartedly, not hesitating to seize the chance to hug you again. âi love you.â
âi love you more.â
you pull away after five seconds, and heâd be disappointed about you being too true to your words if you didnât kiss him on the cheek so ardently.
his heart almost jumps out of his chest when you gasp out of nowhere as if you just realized that you left the gas tank open at home. your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
âbam!â
oh, right. your child.
âmy brotherâs house!â he eases your mind.
you breathe out in relief, the heel of your palm pressing against the left side of your chest where your heart lives. âgood⊠i was worried. he was probably more scared because he didnât understand what was going on. i feel bad.â
you love bam so much; it makes him so happy. youâre so concerned about him even when youâre the one on the hospital bed. you make pretty good parents, huh?
âthatâs right. he was worried about you, too. thatâs why you need to recover quickly so he wonât be sad!â
â
the doctor kindly asked jungkook to give the two of you some time alone, so heâs been idly sitting at the lobby after buying a bottle of water. heâs pretty much used to visiting the hospital for routine checkups considering the nature of his job, but it always feels strange to be here for the other different purposes of the place.
is there any other building sadder than this?
if you heard him utter this question, he could easily predict what youâd say: but is there any other building with more love?
if he tries hard enough, he could listen to your voice and paint you in his mind.
you see love in every place that you step foot into.
his curious eyes continue to wander around. he spots people carrying flowers, baskets, and containers of food. thereâs also a teenage boy in his high school uniform, carrying a teddy bear larger than him.
not that he wants you to stay longer, but if you have to, he writes down a mental note to bring one of your favorite plushies.
he eventually gets tired; considers scrolling on his phone again, but he decides against it when his gaze lands on a little boy sleeping soundly on his motherâs lap. suddenly, he is reminded of his childhood before he moved to seoul.
how simple life can be when youâre innocently sleeping on your motherâs lap, trusting that everything will be alright.
âah, i miss my momâŠâ he utters absentmindedly. âi miss my mom so much. i should call her.â
his reminiscing is interrupted when a wheelchair rolls by infront of him. it is leisurely being pushed by an old man who wants to bring his wife outside for some fresh air.
in a parallel universe somewhere, jungkook can imagine them as you and him.
he sits up straight, looking back at the clock on the wall.
how long has it been? he wants to be by your side again.
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âjungkook!â your face lights up as soon as your boyfriend steps into the room. âwhat took you so long?â
âi know. sorry, baby. i got a little distracted outside.â
âiâve been waiting.â you pout. âwhy? were people bothering you?â
ânot at all. donât worry.â
you pat the empty space beside you. âhere.â
âi think the bed is meant for only one person- damn, okay, okay-â
he swiftly gives in upon seeing the hurt on your face, occupying the space you reserved for him. âi love you. donât be sad.â
youâre aching too much to wait for him to get settled. you wrap your arms around his waist like youâre a magnet attracted to steel, clinging to him for comfort.
if youâre being honest, you donât know how you feel about being in this situation. overwhelmed? maybe a tiny bit relieved. in the past, it didnât matter whether you were sick or not. you needed to work or else it was guaranteed that you wouldnât survive. life is easier now. you have the luxury to use this as a reason to take a break. you have someone who takes care of you as naturally as he breathes.
âhow was the doctor?â
âsheâs nice⊠she just asked me about the things i remember before i passed out. then about my work, diet, sleeping schedule⊠stuff like that.â
you pull away a little, just enough so you can see each otherâs face. you squint at him suspiciously. âdid you have to get an expensive room?â
he chuckles. âhow did you know? they didnât tell you that, did they?â
âi literally have the perfect view of the fountain from here!â you point at the large window behind you. âi just passed out. i wouldâve been fine downstairs.â
âdonât say it like that. it couldâve been so much worse.â he says with knitted eyebrows, palm cupping the back of your head and caressing softly.
he heaves a sigh.
âi was so scared that you injured your head. seriously, i thought iâd go insane if i lost you! i went past the speed limit driving you here!â
the distress he was under is apparent. you canât help but to be racked with the guilt. you always do this, making him worry himself to death. you donât usually do it purpose, and that only makes you feel shittier.
âyouâre right. iâm sorry.â
âwell, iâŠâ he sighs. âitâs okay. i know you didnât want this either. itâs not your fault.â
you press your lips into a thin line. âit kind of is.â
your lost eyes meet, and a connection is established like itâs a constellation sending a secret message. your heart flutters when he giggles, dimples and starry eyes and crinkled corners.
âstop it. itâs impossible to scold you when youâre so cute and self-aware.â
âthen donât scold me.â you sniffle sadly to kindle pity in him. âiâve had enough of it from the doctor.â
your brain still works well enough to help you escape from trouble. thatâs a good sign, right?
âmy poor baby.â he coos, cradling your cheeks.
his hands are warm. you put yours over them; a wordless signal telling him you donât want him to go away.
âletâs not get hurt again, please. we need to stay healthy and take good care of ourselves so this wonât happen again, alright?â
you nod in obedience. your eyes are fixed on him but youâre not certain if youâre registering what heâs telling you in your pitiful, shaken brain.
âthe hospital already did me many favors. if we go back, i might have to build them another fountain as a gift.â
and knowing jungkook, with his golden heart and his black card, jokes become half-meant.
âwhat do they need that for?!â
he bursts out laughing, yet again, after you chide at him for his ridiculous and unnecessary expenses.
ânothing, iâm just grateful! i was really so scared but iâm relieved now thanks to them. i canât remember the last time i felt that way.â
âyouâre not scared of a lot of things.â you point out.
âthatâs right.â he agrees. âonly you scare me these days.â
you grimace. âam i scary?â
âyou are, sometimes.â he laughs, squishing your cheeks together. âbut i mean the things that could hurt you.â
as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and bellows like a monster stuck in an empty cave. your eyes grow twice its size in bewilderment, which then morphs into embarrassment.
âmy stomach hurts.â you say quietly.
your nostrils flare as jungkook miserably fails to hold back his laughter. one of his hands leave your face, rubbing your tummy over the thin hospital gown.
âoh no, what are we going to do? where does it hurt? here?â he pouts. âshould we go feed you now to make it go away?â
âwhat is wrong with you?â you slap his shoulder in annoyance. âiâm not a baby!â
âyah, be careful!â he yells, wincing as if he is the one in pain. âbe gentle with the one with the iv!â
â
âyou know one good thing that came out of this?â you gush out of nowhere.
youâre mixing up the ingredients of your bibimbap bowl with a spoon and a pair of chopsticks.
jungkook noisily drinks the final sips of his banana milk. afterwards, he makes a game out of shooting the box in the trash bin.
âwhat could that be?â he asks, doubtful.
he sits on the chair beside your bed. you greet him with a delighted grin, licking your thumb stained with gochujang.
âyou proved your love. you committed a crime for me.â
he gasps to humor you, body freezing as if heâs currently processing the newly-learned information in his brain.
âoh? youâre right- i did! and you know what? iâd do it again!â
with a mouthful of rice, you shake your head in disagreement furiously. âyouâre cute. but thatâs the first and last.â
âbut how are you sure that itâs the first?â he raises an eyebrow quizically.
silly enough, you envy him for being able to do so.
you hum in thought. âi guess youâve stolen a few things for me, too.â
âfew? you mean a loooot?â
âyouâre the one who brings home food and random things.â you roll your eyes. âi never ask you to.â
âyou told me you wanted the service bell!â
you feel yourself become flushed with sheepishness. heâs not lying. youâve always found the object fascinating as a child, so you couldnât help but to tell him to sneakily take one home after filming a competitive run bts episode.
did you have a silly phase where you and jungkook used it to summon each other just to laugh together about it?
perhaps.
âwell, youâre rich. you couldâve bought me one instead.â
âbut it was already there.â he reasons with a wide grin, gesturing infront of him. âi wanted to give it to my lover right away.â
his lover?
jungkook has successfully replaced your frown with an enamored smile.
âi made your heart flutter just now, didnât i?â
a hospital stay has never felt this comfortableâ not terrifying. you have stitches on your face and to add to that, this hospital gown feels super unflattering. somehow, your boyfriendâs loving gaze remains steady and you are melting.
âshut up,â you mutter, flustered, handing him the pair of chopsticks. âplease eat with me. i canât finish this on my own.â
â
âwhy would you let them put the needle in my dominant hand?â
you stomp your feet on the ground as jungkook squeezes some toothpaste onto a newly-bought toothbrush.
âiâm sorry! i was too stressed out so i just pointed! i think i got confused with- with left and right.â
you didnât realize this while you were eating; that you were unconsciously holding the spoon with your non-dominant hand because the other felt uncomfortable. maybe because it was a simple task, scooping food and bringing it to your mouth. brushing your teeth, on the other hand⊠can be quite an arm workout.
âeeeee!â
he shows his complete set of teeth, urging you to do the same. you stare at him blankly.
âeeeee!â he repeats with heightened enthusiasm.
left with no other choiceâ you copy his awkward smile.
âthere we go!â he praises you with an over-enthusiastic beam.
he carries on to brush your teeth, gingerly holding your chin to keep you steady as he does his job.
this is the first time jungkook is doing this for you. today is definitely not one of your finest moments. it feels a bit silly to be in this situation, and you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in this position in the first place. you can see that heâs trying his bestâunnecessarily focusedâand that he loves you, but you just hate giving him a hard time.
with a soft smile, he wipes the bubbles that overflowed past your lips.
âokay, spit.â
you spit out more of the bubbles on the sink. you assume that heâs finished, except heâs making another vowel sound for you to mimic the mouth shape of.
âahhhh-â
âthis is embarrassing!â
âbaby, really? this is where you draw the line?â he playfully squeezes your cheeks together. âitâs almost over! ahhhh!â
and you let him do this thing, but not without a glare that is masking the embarrassing truth: you might be enjoying this more than you care to admit.
âsee? was that so bad?â
as he tenderly pats your face dry in the aftermath, he says: âiâm sorry. bear with it a little more. let me take care of you so youâll be healthy again.â and you feel every ounce of his sincerity pierce through the barriers surrounding your soul.
âstop itâŠâ your voice suddenly comes out broken.
you want to put all the blame on your period for the tears that are now brimming your eyes, but jungkook is your biggest weakness of all and that is an explanation enough.
âwhy are you crying?â he panics. âwhat did i say?â
âitâs your fault.â
you break down into loud sobs, incapable of even keeping your eyes open. you never understood why we close our eyes when we cry, but right now, you know that you canât bear to witness his reaction.
âyouâre so sweet.â
the towel that was wiping the water from your mouth is now drying the tears from your stained cheeks.
âam i making you sad?â
you furiously shake your head. how could he say such a thing? he is the greatest joy of your life.
âno?â
âno!â
âokay, come here then.â
he wraps his arms around your trembling figure, caging you in the solace of his entire existence. a sense of calmness washes over your system, especially as he runs his hand across your back in gentle strokes. this isnât his goal though, it seems. you hear none of his quiet shushes beseeching you to stop breaking his heart. he hopes you let go of everything that has been weighing on you, but he has already eased all your pains by loving you.
âugh, i probably look horrible right now.â you force a chuckle to lighten up the mood, wiping your face with the back of your free hand. âi feel gross.â
âthatâs not true.â he gazes at you fondly, brushing your hair with his fingers. âitâs actually infuriating how you look so beautiful still.â
âi know. iâm nice to look at; thatâs why you tolerate my attitude.â you conclude in jest.
âyeah, sometimes.â he rides on the joke.
âwhatâŠ?â
âiâm joking!â he rushes to take it back with a laugh. âof course iâm joking!â
you pout. âare you really?â
âoh, come onnnn.â
he coaxes you with a kiss on the lipsâ a good morning kiss long overdue. youâve been spoiled rotten with affection; he knows you need more than one. he interrupts himself several times to kiss you.
âyou know iâll love you until our hair turns white and our skin all wrinkly.â
to be brutally honest, youâre not fond of imagining that far ahead. itâs daunting. you doubt your capability to age with grace. youâre horrified by the thought of having the majority of your life behind you. nostalgia has always been more bitter than sweet. but maybe this memory could be the sweetest of all, if jungkook truly stays by your side until then. in a cottage at the countryside like he said once, or a cabin by the ocean.
youâre both so young; so arrogant when it comes to making promises that are a shot in the dark. so fucking in love.
âme too.â you half-smile, scrunching your noseâ a telltale sign of your joy. ânow, get out. i really need to pee.â
his face becomes drained of blood. âbut youâre st-â
âi wonât lock the door this time.â you cup his cheek, looking at his eyes reassuringly. âwe donât need property damage added to the bill.â
â
âdid you not hurt yourself?â
âme?â
âyou broke down the door. thatâs not easy to do.â
you and jungkook make the best out of a bad deal. youâre squeezed together on the bed, browsing through television channels that seem to never end.
âit was easy because you were on the other side of it.â
that is what he claims confidently, but you are not fully convinced.
âwow, why do they have more channels than we do at home?â
âyou didnât answer my question.â you pout. âdid you hurt yourself?â
âi didnât hurt myself. iâm totally okay. i promise.â
he maintains eye-contact as he speaks. given the assurance, your tight chest unrestricts. jungkook is not a good liar. itâs a trait that causes him inconvenience every now and then, but it helps you to sleep soundly at night.
âshould we just watch funny animal videos on youtube?â
âi guess thatâs fine.â
it doesnât show but you feel excitement run in your veins aside from the iv fluids that feel peculiarly cold.
from under your cheek, his chest vibrates with a giggle. âokay, hold on.â
as he pulls up the application, you tangle your legs together beneath the thin blanket. you hear the rapid tap tap tap of the remote control navigating the keypad while he types on the search bar, but your attention is someplace else. youâve found the crook of his neck to sneak into, lazily kissing every inch of his exposed skin. your lips eventually trail up to his jaw. he smells so nice. youâre addicted.
âbaby, someone can enter any minute.â
âiâm not doing anything.â you mumble.
you smile against his lips when he gives you a kiss as sweet as honey anyway.
âiâm curious about another thing.â
âwhatâs that?â
âdid you cry?â
he comes to a still. the answer to that question requires a little time and thought.
âalmostâŠâ
âwhy almost?â
âno time. i had to bring you here, of course.â he replies.
you huff a laugh, exhaling a twinge of melancholia. âdonât cry.â
âi wonât. iâm happy now because youâre awake and fighting with me.â
âow-â
your cry of pain is silenced when he squeezes you in an embrace that makes it nearly impossible to breathe.
âred panda!â
a squeal assaults both of your hearing as soon as your eyes land on the wide screen infront of the bed.
âi want one so fucking bad.â
the enunciated curse makes your boyfriend crack up in amusement. âthat much?!â
â
jungkook opens his eyes to a nurse lightly nudging him awake.
âiâm sorry, i had to wake you up. i need to check vitals and draw blood.â
âshit, iâm sorry.â he panics.
his brain is foggy from the nap, but he still carefully sits up on the bed, wary of the iv line connected to your hand.
âi⊠was tired and i fell asleep.â
âitâs no problem; donât worry.â
she smiles at him, but he doesnât see it.
âyou look adorable sleeping.â
âah, really?â he awkwardly responds, absentminded. âitâs embarrassing.â
he stands on your side, about to disturb your peaceful rest much as it makes his heart ache with guilt, but youâre already stirring due to the absence of his warmth.
your heavy eyelids blink at the nurse in curiosity. âoh⊠do you need my blood?â
âyes, but iâll take your blood pressure and temperature first.â
âokay,â you mumble, offering your arm. âit might be higher now because iâm scared.â
she chuckles at your joke. jungkook tries to share an endeared look with her and non-verbally communicate adorable, right?
âi promise iâll be quick. although we definitely want it to be higher than earlierâs.â
you wince as the cuff around your upper arm goes as tight as it could, and you sigh at the same time that it begins to deflate.
âgood, good, good,â she chants with a mumble. âitâs back in the normal range againâŠâ
she brings out a digital thermometer from her pocket.
âyou know where this goes.â
she hands it over to you, and you awkwardly place it in your armpit, holding it in place. itâs quiet as you wait for the device to make the beeping sound, except for her pen creating friction with your chart as she takes down notes.
âhowâs your stitches? do you feel any discomfort?â
âitâs fine. thank you.â
not long after, you hear the beep. you return the thermometer to her, but not before taking a peak at the numbers displayed on the tiny screen. 36.8°C. you think youâll live.
âiâll draw your blood now.â
the nurseâs voice is sweet and reassuring, but it doesnât quite ease the nervousness evident on your expression. your pupils shake as you watch her disinfect the area, and then comes out the long needle.
another one, jungkook laments inside.
â____, iâm right here.â
you crane your head, whimpering out his name. âjungkook,â
âit will be just a pinch. iâm inserting the needle now, alright?â
you take a sharp inhale.
if only he could switch positions with you, he would do it in a heartbeat. unfortunately, all he can do is caress your hair and whisper that it will be over soon.
âit hurts.â your damp eyelashes flutter, face twisting in discomfort. âi donât like it.â
really, just a pinch? obviously a lie.
âhey, baby. look at the tv.â
the autoplay was left turned on after you fell asleep together. inside the screen is a puppy rolling around a snow-covered lawn. the wagging of its tail, the wide smile, and the pupils as big as boba balls: they all scream the happiness of an innocent.
âitâs so cute⊠i miss bam already. can we go to a dog park again?â
âof course!â
that promise sparks your smile. you turn to your side, and jungkook also catches a glimpse of the cotton taped to where you were poked.
âall done. you can go back to resting.â
âthank you. will you need to take blood again?â you inquire at the nurse.
âhm, probably. it depends on the doctor based on the results we get from this one.â
âcanât you just do it while iâm asleep? or is that not allowed?â
âbabyâŠâ jungkook snorts, hiding his face behind the palm of his hands.
the nurse laughs at your desperate suggestion. âthat is honestly not a rare request, but the thing is⊠you might wake up in the middle of it and injure yourself. we canât do that.â
âthat wonât be a problem!â you passionately argue your case. âiâm a deep sleeper. seriously!â
âah, thank you so much for your hard work!âjungkook intervenes, bowing to the nurse out of respect and gratitude. âiâm sure youâre busy. i will handle this!â
âoh yes, yes- thank you. please donât forget the medicine for after dinner.â
âi wonât!â
âif you need anything, you know where to find me again.â
âyes,â he nods, chuckling. âthank you.â
âthen i should leaveâŠ? but youâll see me again later! bye!â
the door shuts, and his attention lands on your unimpressed form: a blank stare and arms folded infront of your chest.
uh-oh.
âdid she seriously wink while saying that?â
âwhat?â he freezes, genuinely clueless. âi donât know. i didnât see anything. i was looking at you.â
âiâm right here- iâm the patient. why would you need anything from her? huh? why is she so excited to see you again?â you ramble angrily.
âright?!â
he climbs on the bed, reclaiming his spot next to you.
âthat was weird.â
âwhat if she made it hurt on purpose? thatâŠâ you frown, glancing at your arm. âthat didnât really feel like a pinch to me.â
âey, calm down. she wouldnât.â he makes a doubtful face, laughing off the accusation. ââŠi donât think so?â
you blink, exhaling in disbelief. âare you taking her side now?â
âof course not! baby, iâm just saying⊠a professional wonât do that.â
âwhy not? sheâs still human. humans do stupid things when they like someone. she obviously likes you.â
âand so what?â
he grins with a spark of mischief, leaving an inch of a distance between your lips.
âiâm obviously yours.â
but you turn your cheek and your eyes fall on your lap, a pout highlighting your downcast mood.
âitâs so annoying.â
the regret sinks in after. he shouldâve stuck to the golden rule: agree with everything that you say. thereâs no point in having an argument no one will win. does it matter whoâs right and wrong if each otherâs sadness is contagious in addition to their own? your gut has almost always been right, and heâs old enough to be conscious of not allowing a stranger to put a dent on your relationship.
âare you serious? are you uncomfortable?â he tilts his head to try and get a better look at your face. âshould i request for a different nurse?â
itâs quiet for a beat and he feels inclined to fill the silence with whatever enters his mind.
âi love you.â
almost immediately, your features soften and he knows your heart is also melting. the two of you bite the inside of your cheeks to hide a smile.
âno, thereâs no need for that.â
but he still canât help but to be worried. your peace of mind is his top priority. he doesnât want you to be more stressed out, especially by things that he has the power to solve.
âare you sure?â
âshe pissed me off. i need to piss her off too.â
of course, his ever stubborn and competitive lover. he sits up properly, amused and curious.
âand how will you do that?â
âi donât know,â you nonchalantly shrug. âiâll come up with something.â
â
âcome up with what?â
to your surprise, a voice you havenât heard in weeks echoes from the door.
âmomâŠ?â
youâre stunned after only hearing yourself react to jungkookâs motherâs unexpected entrance. your head whips to his direction; your eyes wordlessly interrogating him.
âi need to go to work so i called her to watch over you.â he explains.
âwhy would you do that?â you argue with him as quietly as possible, lips barely moving as you try to hide your face from your mother-in-law. again, not one of your finest moments. âyou didnât have to. i can take care of myself.â
âbut you donât have to because you have us.â
jungkook marks the conversation finished with a kiss pressed to your temple, leaving you dumbfounded. he jumps off the bed and for a split second, you make eye-contact with his mother before he towered over her for a quick hug.
her kind smile is embroidered in your memory; a memory that wraps your heart in a type of warmth only a mother can provide.
âmom! iâm sorry. i really, really, really need to leave now. but! iâll try to come back early so you can go home early too.â
âaigoo, stop stressing yourself out.â
jungkook receives a slap on the back, somehow more loving can scolding.
âi can stay the night so do what you need to do. you donât have to worry.â
âitâs not only because iâm worried!â
she sassily puts a hand over her waist. it takes everything in you not to laugh out loud.
âthen what else?â
âmom! what else?â he cheekily smiles. âof course iâll miss ____ too much.â
did your boyfriend just� to his mother? your jaw becomes slack from the shame.
âi missed ____ too!â she contests. âgo to work and give us our alone time.â
you shyly smile when she transfers her attention from her son to you.
âhello, my baby. are you hungry?â
â
âdoes my son feed you well?â
âhe does! but itâs funny- other mothers ask the opposite. are you feeding my son well? do you make sure heâs comfortable?â
you think out loud, transfixed on how she peels oranges with ease. your hands would always be stained by the juices, (and eyes red and teary from accidental splashes) (itâs too embarrassing to even think about) but hers are still magically clean.
âis that so?â
you graciously accept the slice she feeds you. she laughs when your face lights up like a christmas tree one more time. itâs way sweeter than you anticipated. you canât get over how delicious it is.
âmhmm!â
perhaps you relied too much on dramas when it came to your expectations of what a relationship with your in-laws would look like. you imagined yourself running around like a dog trying to prove yourself worthy of their son, yet for some reason, it looks like they adore you for simply existing. it makes you feel extremely grateful, but you donât understand.
âmom, i have a question⊠i know itâs probably too late to ask this now, butâŠâ
âwhat could that be?â
âare you really not against me and jungkook living together?â you swallow your fear of the possibility of an unpleasant truth. âare you not⊠worried⊠that iâm receiving too much from him?â
because you would understand the apprehension. as a parent, oneâs main concern would be their child. to outside eyes, itâs easy to come to the conclusion that jungkook is being taken advantage of and heâd be better off dating someone with the same status. sometimes you wish you were that someone too.
she utters your name sadly.
âhe receives happiness and love from you. those are the most valuable things you could give to a person.â
she caresses your hair like she wants to erase the anxiety poisoning your mind.
âmy dear, how come youâre worried about that until now? havenât we told you? youâre part of the family. forget about my sister! i donât welcome her negativity in our house!â
âliving together is different. itâs a big deal. it normally happens in a relationship afterâŠâ the following words feel foreign in your mouth; they come out quieter than the rest of your sentence. âgetting married.â
âthen tell me. why did you agree to live with him?â
because youâre selfish. because you want more time that you can have him all to yourself. because you want to be accessibleâ the first person he runs to when heâs seeking comfort and stability. because you want goodnight and good morning kisses. because you were afraid of the risks but youâve grown addicted to the thrill of love.
âhe said⊠no matter how hard i push him away, he will stay within my reach.â
you hear your own shaky breathing. that momentâ itâs still burned into your memory. youâre still holding on to it. itâs a promise he is yet to break and you pray that he never, ever does.
âi donât want to push him away. i want to be within his reach too.â
youâre two people loving each other with everything within your means. after the endless pains and the deafening noise, you like to think thatâs what makes this relationship worth fighting for.
ïżœïżœdoes my opinion still matter knowing that? will you let me stop you?â
âno, i wonât. iâd make you change your mind.â
if you had a machine connected to you, she would see how your heart rate has gone off the charts. but youâre known to say whateverâs on your mind and that, much to your dismay, isnât switched off despite sitting infront of the woman who birthed and raised the love of your life.
you sniffle, pursing your lips nervously. âbut i feel like there might be a right answer to that one.â
what you didnât expect was her to laugh until her belly hurts; placing a hand over her mouth in an effort to calm herself down and keep grace.
âmom! stop, iâm so embarrassed!â
âno, ____, donât get me wrong!â
she is teary-eyed as she gathers herself together.
âthe more time i spend with you, the more i realize why jungkook loves you so much. iâve seen him show incredible commitment twice. do you know that? first, when he went to seoul to become a singer. second, when he told us he got an apartment because he wants to be with you⊠of course, as his mother, iâll admit that heâs young when he made those decisions, but he always proves to me that heâs smart and responsible.â
the urge to cry returns and strengthens as she speaks. you feel your eyelashes become damp with unshed tears. you donât know how to act. you fiddle with your fingers. you stare at the strings and peels of the oranges you can still taste.
âi believe we both know jungkookâs personality well. he wouldnât have let me stop him either. iâm happy to know that youâll fight for him too.â
âthank youâŠâ
âtsk, tsk, tsk- what is there to cry about? jungkook will get angry at me if he discovers that i made you cry.â
she wipes away your tears; however, the unmistakable scent of oranges that has clung to her hands and the affection in her tone bring forth a waterfall.
âseeing this makes me sadder.â she laments, referring to the stitches on your face.
âme too,â you babble in the midst of quiet sobs. âit makes me sad. itâs so ugly.â
â
you canât remember the last time you felt this alone. perhaps itâs the effect of staying in an unfamiliar building of complete strangers. without your mobile phone, may you add. you managed to persuade jungkookâs mother to leave an hour ago because you didnât want her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch.
the lights are turned off except for the lamp beside your bed, and with the television muted, you could hear a hairpin drop.
youâre alone and you can do whatever you want.
you dragged the visitorâs chair infront of the window to admire the garden like itâs a painting in motion. you watched people converse, stroll, and drink coffee. you watched them run for shelter when the clouds became too heavy and the sky began to fall. oh, so thatâs why you couldnât see the stars.
at this moment, thereâs nothing left to amuse yourself with but the trembling of the leaves and the raindrops forming temporary rings when they fall in the water fountain.
your senses crave for more. you reach over and crack open the window, just enough to allow the sound of the rain and the scent of it permeating the earth to enter your room.
âthis is kind of peaceful.â you whisper, amazed by the new lightness carried by your heart.
you close your eyes and you breathe in the petrichor deeply. you want nature in your lungs as a reminder that youâre alive. you welcome the cold wind kissing your face. you can feel your hair touching your neck. you always do, but for once, youâre choosing to acknowledge it. your thumb slowly brushes across the palm of your hand, perceiving the texture of your skin, the softness, and the lines. and your feet, theyâre in the clouds, the fluffy slippers jungkookâs mother bought outside because she knows theyâre your favorite to wear.
youâve loved and despised this body for a million different reasons. your mind and heart have accepted defeat countless times, but your body wakes up to every brand new day without fail. your body implores you to live. did it finally give up on you today?
âbaby!â
you look behind to search for the source of the sound.
you get your answer from the kiss planted on your lips.
you only saw his face for a split second, but even if you had your eyes closed, youâd know it has to be jungkook kissing you.
you can smell him. youâve memorized the way the shape of his lips fits with yours.
oh, the sounds of his kisses too. you like to call them the butterfly call because they make butterflies appear in your stomach.
you could trace the scar on his cheek with your finger if you want to.
god, what a privilege it is to experience life in this vessel.
a knock on the door forces you to part too early. the same nurse from earlier enters and you internally scream all the curse words in your dictionary. jungkook acknowledges her with a bow and a quick âhelloâ before squatting down infront of you.
âi committed another crime for you today.â
âhuh?â
your wide, confused eyes take a glimpse at the nurse who is doing something with the controls of your iv line.
hahaha⊠she knows heâs not serious, right?
âwhat did you do?â
his smile is so big that his eyes have turned into little crescent moons. youâd make a guess but there is an infinite amount of things jungkook could possibly be this excited about.
âŠapparently, one of them would be strawberry cake.
you gape at the transparent box he was hiding behind his back all along.
âdid you steal somebodyâs birthday cake?!â
âitâs a producerâs birthday and he received lots of cakes, so he told me i can take one home.â
âhow is it stealing if he allowed you to take it?â
he tosses his backpack on the couch as he sets down the box on the table. he rummages through the bag his mother left behind, successfully bringing out a spoon. meanwhile, you get your blood pressure taken again.
as he opens the box, he sends a smirk your way.
âno. i hid the strawberry cake because thereâs so many who wanted to eat it.â
âare you crazy?!â
the nurse clicks her tongue. âdonât talk and stay still, please.â
âoh,â your hand flies to your mouth on instinct. âiâm sorry.â
âiâm sorry.â jungkook also apologizes.
you and your boyfriend secretly share a look, exchanging a smile that is stifled laughter inside. your lips remain zipped as the nurse restarts the process of taking your blood pressure. on the other hand, jungkook eats a spoonful of cake, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you. you roll your eyes and he tries harder to laugh without a sound.
seconds later, he grumbles about the room being too warm. he wipes the beads of sweat on his forehead using the back of his hand, and he does the worst thing he could possibly do at this moment. he reaches for his back, pulling his sweater over his head. naturally, his inner shirt rides up and allows wandering eyes a peak at his glorious toned abdomen.
passed out in the shower. busted your eyebrow open. front-row seat for a woman flirting and ogling at your boyfriend.
how fucking great.
âhello? i think itâs done.â you snap.
âa-ah, yes.â
you hear her swallow as she removes the cuff from your arm. she may be wearing a mask but sheâs hot and red all the way to her ears. youâve only read about it in books. you didnât even believe this could happen in real life until now.
âi will check your temperature too.â
âgo on.â
you repeat the same process from hours earlier, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you wait for the beep.
âyah, why is the window open? youâll catch a cold.â
jungkook, yet again, steals the attention of every person in the room when he rises to his feet. his shadow casts over you as he closes the window.
âi wanted to smell the rain.â
âis the room getting too stuffy for you?â
you shrug. âi just wanted to smell the rain.â
you feel the nurseâs stare. you offer her a smile and her nameplate briefly gets caught by your vision. kang ji-woo.
âji-woo; thatâs a pretty name.â you pay her a sincere compliment. âitâs healing, donât you think?â
âyes? uh-uhm, y-yesâŠâ she replies, unsure and confused by the sudden small talk. âactually, itâs been linked to a reduction in stress and anxiety levels.â
âthank you! babe, did you hear that?â
âuhuh, think about my stress and anxiety levels.â he leans against the window with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at you.
so now heâs flexing his arm muscles. cool, cool, cool. you know heâs not doing it on purpose and his entire existence is just naturally hot and itâs infuriating.
âiâve been worried sick about you all day.â
his statement makes you frown for a new reason. at the same moment, the thermometer beeps.
âcould you please tell him that iâm fine?â
â37.3, uhhh- thatâs slightly above normal. how do you feel? does your head hurt? are you cold?â
âi feel fine though?â
âokay. please take a lot of rest and stay warmâŠâ her gaze lingers at jungkook who is blocking the window. âkeep the window closed. hopefully it wonât be higher when i check again later.â
seriously?! you could cry. you want to go home where itâs comfortable. where itâs only you and jungkook and bam.
but you bet somebody would be happy if you had to stay longer.
âiâll look after ____.â your boyfriend sighs, pulling out a jacket from his backpack.
âyou shouldnât have kissed me. what if you get sick?â
your blatantness causes the nurse to pause in updating your chart. she awkwardly clears her throat. âyeah⊠that⊠that isnât currently advisable.â
âiâm sorry. iâll control myself.â
you earn a glare from jungkook, then he fakes a smile which you gladly return.
âbefore you go, may i request for a new blanket? sorry, i spilled something earlier.â
âsure thing! iâll come back with that right away.â
â
âshe seemed happy to leave.â jungkook remarks. âi canât tell if you were actually being nice or being passive aggressive.â
you smile innocently, taking a bite off the strawberry you stole from the top of the cake. âiâm a fucking angel.â
damn it, why is he suddenly turned on?
were you serious about the no kiss rule?
âwould you rather i be the type to pull their hair?â
he shakes his head with a laugh. âbut you did slap someone once.â
âyou want to see me that furious again?â
ânever in my wildest dreams.â
he kisses the top of your head, producing an exaggerated âmmmwah!â sound that makes you giggle happily.
âhere, have some more cake.â
he offers you a spoonful of cake.
no, itâs bigger.
as a matter of fact, the piece could probably pass off as a cupcake.
you gawk at it as if youâre figuring out the logistics of putting it in your mouth. his heart does a flip when you tilt your head and do your best to take in the whole thing. however, in the middle of it, you decide that you canât, and you end up biting it off a little more than halfway.
oh my god, he loves you. he loves you. youâre so fucking cute.
your cheeks are full as you struggle to chew. you cover your mouth with your hand but they donât touch. youâre so elegant in your ways and sometimes he wonders how youâre still attracted to him after he acts stupid.
also, plain white nails? thatâs new. you always want colors.
âyour nails look pretty.â
he is so focused on you that he fails to take notice of another presence occupying the room.
âyour mom did them for me.â
âi figured. she wants to do mother-daughter things with you.â
the short break of silence speaks volumes. you look at him, blinking with eyes hinting at a type of joy youâre lost on how to express.
âdid you choose white?â
âno. we were watching a drama and it was the coupleâs wedding.â
oh, that makes total sense.
âlet me guess,â he trails off with a half-embarrassed, half-entertained smile. âshe asked when we will get married?â
âwhy would she ask me that? how would i know?â you scoff.
his heart starts at a thousand miles per hour. fuck, are you hinting at him? are you messing with his feelings again? with you, he always needs to remind himself to be rational.
âi need more time to prove to you that iâm husband material.â
âwhat? stop it. i donât care. i donât need a ring.â
your unpredictableness pushes him to the edge of his seat.
âdonât pressure yourself. you already treat me way better than most husbands do their wives.â
the pride painted on your face is unmistakable. he feels his heart swelling in his chest. has he been doing a better job than he originally thought? after what happened today, he was terrified that he hasnât been paying enough attention to you.
âiâm so happy with what we have.â
you offer him a delicate smile before eating the rest of the cake that was left on the spoon. he swears thereâs a glowing halo above your head.
could your temperature have magically dropped in the past five minutes? would you kill him if he kissed you right now?
âis there anything else i could assist you with?â
and then he is rudely snapped out of his hopeless adoration and daydreaming.
âthatâs all! thank you for your hard work!â you chirp.
he turns to the nurse with a lovesick grin.
âplease come to our wedding.â
the unforeseen wedding invitation earns him a slap on the chest. he clutches the affected area, wincing in pain.
he hears you mutter. âdonât invite strangers to our wedding.â
the irritated glare he predicted to face isnât there. rather, youâre wearing the flustered smile he only sees when he knows that he did something to make you fall for him all over again.
before ji-woo left, she tried to subtly reject the invitation by jokingly saying that sheâd die to go, but most probably, sheâd have to work that day. you know⊠being an overworked hospital employee and all. you caught her glancing at you with bitterness failed to be guised as indifference. you get it. youâd hate it if another person was in your place. frankly speaking, you could be miles pettier.
your boyfriend wipes the corner of your lips, thoughtless as he licks off the cake frosting from his thumb.
damn it, you wish she was also here for that.
âyou havenât stopped smiling.â
âyou love me and you never let me forget that.â
you give an answer despite the lack of a question mark.
you just made his world stop spinning on its axis and youâre not even aware.
jungkook knows the heavenly feeling of knowing that he is loved, but he has never deeply considered the joy and relief when the person he loves believes that he loves them.
âiâm so lucky. i love you.â
you push yourself up to plant a kiss on his forehead. itâs a rarity he treasures and keeps.
âi love you too.â
he cries infront of you.
almost.
he excuses himself to the bathroom and cries in there a little.
youâre so easy to loveâ thatâs why it makes him want to do difficult things for you. like commit more crimes?
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pregnant reader and Spencer fic where he makes her cry on accident đđ
Hii lovely, ty for the requestđ„°! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kisses, like one swear word, reader cries (not because of something bad tho, it's cute), use of pet names (0.6k)
Spencer is running late at least later than he'd told you he would be and he can't stress it more. You've been home alone almost the whole day, and Spencer knows you are probably more than lonely.
But even if he's already late Spencer makes one more stop to get some groceries before heading home to you.
When he finally arrives home, he can't stop apologising as you greet him by the door, the baby bump very visible underneath one of his sweaters.
"Hi sweetheart, I'm so sorry I'm late there was a problem we needed to deal with," Spencer apologises and kisses your cheek.
"It's okay, Spence," you say into his shirt, already hugging him tightly, "I missed you a lot though."
Spencer looks at you like he always does with a too loving smile, "I missed you two, too."
Spencer ushers you towards the couch, he doesn't want you to be standing for too long 'cause he knows your feet would hurt, and also because he intends to cuddle you as much as possible there.
He quickly unpacks the groceries, and remembers the snacks he's bought for you. What he doesn't know is that you've been craving exactly the same snack he's bought the entire day.
"Here I got you these sweetheart," Spencer gives the snacks to you and rushes to the bedroom to change into something much more comfortable than the suit.
You stay still, your eyes filling up with tears as you hold the snacks in your hands.
When he comes back to you, he finds you eating the snacks while the tears run down by your cheeks.
"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong?" Spencer immediately sits next to you, and starts to wipe the tears away.
"I just....-" you start with small hiccup, "I just love you so much."
A warm chuckle escapes Spencer's mouth, before he's back to comforting you. He's read every single book there's on pregnancy, so he knows how tough it is with the changes of hormones.
"Oh, baby, I love you too is that why you're crying, huh? Or is it something else? Maybe me being late?" He really hope it isn't the latter.
"N-no, I just-... I just really wanted these snacks all day, Spence," you tell him as another set of tears escapes from your eyes, "a-and they are too good."
"Oh sweetheart, if I knew you wanted them so badly i would have bought more," Spencer tells you with a sympathetic smile.
He understands it can be a lot for you from time to time, even if it's something as simple as craving some snack, so he let's you eat your snacks while he wipes away the tears. He does that until the snacks are gone along with the tears.
You look just unhappy about finishing the snacks as you did minutes ago eating them. You give him a puppy eyes, and Spencer is up on his legs before you can even say his name.
"Spencer...?"
"Don't worry, lovely. I got it, I'll buy you more than enough," Spencer quickly gives you a kiss, and goes to put on his shoes, car keys already in his hand.
"Spence?"
"Yes?" he looks back at you so fucking lovingly completely unbothered about the fact that he has to go to the shop again that you think you might start crying again (Spencer loves you so much that it happens a lot, you crying about how much you love him).
"Of course, but only if you really want to. I don't mind going alone."
"I want to," you say enthusiasticly. That is all Spencer needs to take your shoes, and go back to you. He puts the shoes on for you, kisses your bump, and helps you get up.
"C'mon, sweetheart. I'll get you anything you want if you tell me about your day, " Spencer happily listens to you chatter about everything that crossed your mind through the day.
You and Spencer leave the shop with way too many snacks, but it's okay because you're happy as one can be and that's all Spencer needs, okay maybe the cuddles too.
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how do you think the cod boys would react to you being on your periodâŠ. like i feel like a lot of those mfs wouldnât let it stop shit ⊠đłđ„°
Tbh I'm not into period sex or anything like that, but I think they wouldn't mind. I think Johnny would be the most into it though.
warnings: period, period sex, suggestive comments, mostly fluff
Johnny wouldn't mind the blood, as long as he gets to fuck you and make you feel good. He'd actually initiate it.
"You feelin' alright love?" He asks.
"Mm ok. Why?" You ask.
"Just curious. You cramping at all?" He asks, almost hopefully.
"No? Not really. A little achey, but, not too bad." You respond, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused as to what he's getting to.
He makes a dissatisfied grunt and pouts.
"What's going on? You want me to be in pain?" You laugh confusedly.
"No no not at all bonnie. I just- know what helps soothe the cramps best." He smirks and you roll your eyes catching on after a second.
"I mean, now that you bring it up, I am feeling a little something." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck smiling.
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Gaz would be the sweetest, Price right up there with him. He would definitely love to lay on top of you like a weighted blanket giving you kisses and feeding you snacks. If your cramps got really bad, he would shyly suggest sex, only as a last resort.
"Honeyyyy" You sniffle, gripping onto his shoulder with him lying on top of you every time you get a pang of pain in your lower half.
"I know, I'm sorry sweetheart." Gaz coos, pecking your neck with little kisses while on top of you, his arms squeezing you tight.
"Hurts Gaz." You whimper.
"The meds aren't working hun? not the heating pad? nothing?" He asks.
You shake your head teary eyed.
Gaz takes a second to think and he gets noticeably shy, avoiding your eyes.
"Well, uh- I mean- there's another thing we could try. If you're comfortable of course." He mumbles.
"What is it?" You ask, desperate for any sort of relief.
"Well, uh-" He laughs shyly. "I heard that, well- I mean we could try having sex maybe- heard it can help with cramps. Only if you want." He stutters out quickly and you smile.
"Do you want to?" You ask, loving how cute he looks while embarrassed.
"I wouldn't be opposed no. Think it's worth a try- maybe?" He says, ducking his head into your neck, too shy to look you in the eyes after such a suggestion.
You lift his face up from your neck and kiss him.
"Help me get these off yeah?" You say, smile forming on his face.
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Price would be just as sweet as Gaz, but more controlling, meaning he wouldn't let you lift a finger even to use the bathroom. Uh-uh, he's carrying you everywhere.
You accidentally bleed on his sheets and he wakes up not seeing you in the bed. He gets up, not noticing the stain at first until you walk back in with a wet warm towel.
"Oh. Sorry. I wasn't supposed to wake you. Just- go back to sleep." You tell him, embarrassed and panicked look on your face.
"What are you doing sweetheart?" Price asks, sitting up in the bed. It was pretty early, sun just rising so you both could see without the lights on.
"I- nothing just go back to sleep." You say, walking closer to the bed and pulling the sheets over the spot you stained his white bedsheets.
Price grabs the sheets and pulls them back, confused as to why you were so jittery and what you were covering.
When he pulls them back he sees a big red stain right where you were laying. You must have bled so heavily right through your pad/tampon that it woke you up. You look down at the warm towel you had embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
"Oh sweetheart.." He coos at you as he moves to stand up out the bedd, walking over towards you.
"I'm sorry John I'll clean it up. Just go back to sleep." You say, tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming amount of hormones taking over your emotions.
"Honey come here." Price whispers, pulling you into a hug. "It's ok sweetheart no need to cry. C'mon let's get you in the shower hm? You want a bath maybe so you don't have to stand love?" He asks, rubbing your back while you cry to soothe you.
"But- the sheets." You sniffle into his chest.
"Love I don't give a bloody damn about the sheets. I'll take care of them while you just rest yourself now hm? Now answer the question, bath or shower?" He says, lifting your chin to look at him with his pointer finger and thumb.
"Shower, standing helps. Don't wanna sit in bloody water either." You say while Price wipes your tears.
"Ok sweetheart. I got you." He says, then picks you up bridal style.
"John I'm gonna get blood on you!" You squeal panicked.
"Oh hush- I don't care. You think I'm afraid of gettin' a little bit of blood on me?" He jokes reassuringly as he walks you to the bathroom.
He places you on the counter as he starts the shower.
"C'mon, give me those clothes darling. I'll wash them and the sheets. You'll have your favorite pajamas waiting for you when you're done. Just relax now hm?"
You strip in front of him and he lets his eyes wander. You look so beautiful even when you're miserable.
You hand him your clothes and he pulls you to him to kiss your forehead.
"And listen, if the shower doesn't help, I know another way to take all those icky feelings away." He smirks and you laugh.
"There we go. That's what I wanna see. Don't ever wanna see you feel bad baby."
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Simon would be quiet, but always following you around right by your side just in case you need something. He's by your side more usual on your period, silently knowing what you're going through, so he makes sure he's always there and will do anything you ask immediately.
"Siiii" You whine.
He's immediately sitting up next to you on the couch to tend to you.
"Could you get me some tea please? Can't move." You look up pouting at him and how could he say no.
"Of course sweetheart." He says and immediately gets up.
He comes back in a few minutes with your tea to find you curled up in a blanket. He sets the tea down and quietly sits next to you and pulls you into his lap.
"Hey you ok lovie?" He asks and you stay silent, as if it hurts to even speak.
"Hey. What do you need baby?" He asks while brushing your hair from your eyes.
You turn into his chest and close your eyes.
"You wanna take a nap? I'll stay right here with you." He says and you shake your head.
"No? Ok hun. What do you want then? Can't give you what you need if you don't tell me sweetheart."
"Hurts." Is all you say, and you shift in his lap right on his cock and he grunts a little.
You look up at him with wide eyes hoping he'll get what you're saying.
"I know love, I know." He says. "You need me to rub your back? Show me where it hurts bun'."
You grab his hand and move his hands to your sore breasts.
"Aw they sore?" He gently squeezes and kneads your tits with one hand and you whine.
"Yeah. That feels good." You say, whimpering when he squeezes too hard.
"You need more love? Need me to fuck the cramps away?" He coos and you nod.
"Ok bun', let's get you on your back hm? All you gotta do is relax alright?"
You nod your head and close your eyes, letting Simon give you what you need.
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Hi can you do a Steve Rogers x shy reader smut
Where sheâs shy to make moans while Steve paces harder to make a moanđ„°
Title: Music to my ears
Pairing: dom!Steve Rogers x shy!reader
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - The following fic contains: explicit smut, smut with no plot, fluff, rough sex, dom!Steve Rogers, sub!reader, dom/sub dynamic, p in v sex, cumshot, praise kink, pet names.
Itâs quiet as the only noise echoing in the bedroom is the queen sized bed squeaking.
Steve is on top of you, entering the stage of home base as he pushes the tip of his cock past your pussy lips and into your pulsing core. He already goes into a steady pace with your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.
Your breathing becomes heavier, but thatâs about the only sound he gets to enjoy from you while he in contrast audibly grunts. Light squeaks leave your lips at best, and while he absolutely adores those short little noises, he knows thereâs more in you.
He knows youâre ashamed and you keep feeling the need to suppress those moans and cries as he makes you feel good with the way his cock hits your cervix with each thrust.
He has heard you scream from horror before as you have watched scary movies together, so he knows the high level of sound your lungs can create.
And oh, how he wishes to hear you scream from pleasure.
Steve doesnât stop praising you as he continues to roll his hips against yours, his huge cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole, making you see stars by how much he fills you.
âFeels so good being inside of you, babyâŠâ Steve groans as he closes his eyes for a moment, taking in the way your pussy sucks in his cock as he drags himself out before he fucks home again. âIâm going to move a little faster from now on, is that okay?â
You nod shyly as Steve plunges in deeper, and you quickly slap a hand around your mouth to keep quiet as the pool of arousal in your abdomen tests your limits. Already by then, you pick up the look of disapproval Steve pulls, and you frown.
âA-ah, no covering your mouth. I wonât allow it anymore...â Steve sets the new rule as he pins your hand to the side, making your eyes go wide as blood rushes through your cheeks.
âB-ButâŠ- mmmhaaah!â A sudden mewl is ripped out of you as Steve starts to pound into you faster, his heavy balls beginning to slap against your ass at the quicker pace.
You become overwhelmed, your mouth left hanging to let out cries for each thrust Steve performs. Embarrassment showers over you like cold water, but the heat from Steveâs breath tickling your neck and the constant friction is enough to distract you from it.
In final attempts you try to keep your mouth shut, but Steve surprises you yet again as he holds you by the chin and kisses you, slipping in his tongue to meet yours. Itâs beyond erotic, and it prevents you from keeping any noises slip. When he pulls back, he gives you the warmest smile, stroking your cheek ever so lovingly before he speaks.
âI know youâre shy, hunâŠbut Iâm about to show you how much I want to hear youâŠhow desperate I am to have you moan for meâŠif you wonât allow yourself to make noises, Iâll have to force them out myself.â
He thrusts harder, making sure you feel every inch of his thick shaft slide inside of your wet cunt. Your eyes roll back with your head as you let out the loudest moans you have ever made before. Steve holds you by the hips, pulling you back as he slams into you, causing his cock to enter you ever so deep. You cry out so loud you think everyone in the city must be hearing it, but Steveâs hums of delight reassures you thereâs nothing to worry about.
âMmmh, my loveâŠI could never say enough about how wonderful you sound. Keep making those sounds, be as loud as you want. Let me know how amazing it feels to be stretchedâŠhow much you crave to be fuckedâŠâ
âO-Oh SteveâŠAaaaah!~ Feels too good! I-I canât - nngh!~ Mâgonna cum!â Cries and moans escape your mouth uncontrollably now as Steve pounds away, making him grin with pride. There it is, he thinks.
âThatâs my girlâŠcum for me, dollâŠsing for meâŠâ
Your back arches against him as you reach your climax through a cry, making your cunt hug Steveâs cock tighter as a new flow of wetness surrounds inside. Steve grunts and snaps his hips into you once more before pulling out, cumming all over your stomach and making a hot mess.
He pants with his chest rising, and hovers over you one last time to kiss your lips tenderly before he lays down to rest next to you.
Steve sighs with content, âThat wasâŠâ
âEmbarrassingâŠâ you barely mutter with your palms hiding your face.
Steve frowns, and letâs out a sudden chuckle as he playfully pinches your cheek, âIt was no such thing, my love. Quit speaking nonsense. You were amazingâŠmade me cum so hard and fast hearing your cute cries as you clung onto me desperately during your orgasmâŠyouâre my precious dollâŠâ he picks a towel by the nightstand and cleans his mess off your stomach before he drags you closer to him, giving your shoulder a peck.
ââŠI love every part and aspect of you. Donât think otherwise...â He whispers, and it makes your stomach swirl with butterflies at his reassurance.
N/A: Thank you for some inspiration, anon! This became just a simple drabble but it helped getting my writing skills in use!
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! Thank you! <3
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Rugby!james having a celebratory dinner with his team and he brings shy!you along to meet them for the first time đ„° they donât expect you to be so shy considering James is such a loudmouth but they love you all the same ofc. plus james is just enamoured with you so they wouldnât dare say a bad word about you
Despite James's many, many lectures on proper behavior, Sirius feels like stirring shit. He's sure you won't freak out, he just wants to see how far your sense of humor will go. James has insisted you're shy, and that you're nervous to meet his teammates, but Sirius's love language is teasing. Really, you should feel very loved right now.
"So, Y/N, you're madly in love with James." He observes, setting his glass on the table in the low light of the restaurant's patio seating, "Have you ever seen him after a match?"
Your face flushes at the accusation, even though it's true, and you nod warily. Remus groans at Sirius' goading, but pays polite attention to you.
"Pads..." James warns, but as is his specialty, Sirius ignores him.
"So you're okay with the disgusting, sweaty, grass-stained, adrenaline-drunk buffoon that cries in the showers when we lose."
James sighs, and you merely turn to him with a hint of concern on your face.
"Do you really cry?"
Before James can answer, Sirius gushes, "Oh, all the time. 'S pathetic, really, you can hear him blubbering in there 'cause he can't be a sore loser in front of the other team."
"Sirius," James is more tense this time, but Sirius won't be deterred.
"Personally, I make sure my tears are never out at the same time as my cock, but you do whatever you want, mate."
He's done it. He's said a word, the word, that makes the heat in your cheeks spread all the way to your ears and neck. You're on fire, you're burning up, and James yanks you into his side to cool you with the icy tone of his voice that he levels at Sirius.
"Nice going, Pads." James sneers, leaving Remus to corral their mutual nuisance as he ducks down to speak with you at a murmur, "S'alright, darling, ignore him. And- uh, yeah, I do cry in the showers sometimes. Not as often as Sirius said. But- but it happens."
"Oh," You nod, trying to recover from the humiliation that's trying to seep into your bones, "Well- if you want, you can cry to me. You don't have to do it alone in the shower."
James's face splits into a bright grin, and he refrains from smashing a kiss to your mouth only because he knows it'll embarrass you more. Instead he presses it to your forehead, which is only slightly less embarrassing.
"Thanks, darling." He squeezes your waist, and apparently he's just as wicked as Sirius, because the thought forms in his brain and he can't slow its rapid movement towards his mouth even though he knows he needs to. He at least manages to dull his voice into a barely-audible whisper, ensuring Sirius won't hear him and make a show of it as he presses his shit-eating grin to your ear, "Can I still get naked first?"
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arrogant s.o.b
summary: based on this request - grumpy/mean Harry and readers first fight and he says something really harsh/yells and makes her cry? And then feels really bad after like grumpyxsunshine vibes?
warnings: angst
wordcount: 1.6k
a/n: thank you to the anon who sent in this request!! đ„°đ sorry it took me a while to get around to it. please let me know if this isnât quite what you wanted, i donât know if Iâm 100% happy with it so im more than willing to tweak and rewrite!!!
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âI miss you, Harry.â
You knew you were pushing it, he was already working himself to breaking point. But you couldnât help it, you missed your boyfriend. His break was meant to be about finding time for himself again, spending time with his loved ones. And you thought that meant being with you, not spending every day confined to the four walls of a recording studio.
âI canât delay my entire album because you miss me.â
âIâm not asking you to delay the entire album. Just take a day off, just once.â
âWhy?! For what?â
âDoesnât matter.â
Now you were both pissed off. You didnât understand why Harry couldnât just slow down. Youâd only been able to see him in Italy for a few days, your work schedule unexpectedly busy. Part of you thought he was âpunishingâ you for that, the sane part of you knew that his summer in Italy was his rest, and now he was back in London he needed to work. Harryâs work ethic was one of the things you admired most about him, and now you were arguing with him over it.
âClearly it does matter.â He was stood by the door, keys in his hand, a dark scowl printed on his face.
âItâs fine, just go. Have a good day.â The hurt was evident in your voice, but you didnât even want Harry to stay now with the atmosphere youâd created.
He hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to stay and needing to leave. Finally, he sighed and turned to walk out the door without another word. The sound of the door swinging shut behind him echoed through the silent room, leaving you alone in your thoughts.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you sank into the sofa. Youâd pushed him away when all you wanted was for him to stay. You knew youâd always come second to his career, he prioritised you over almost everything in his life but his music was so important to him. But once he finished recording, there would be interviews and appearances, then a tour, and then youâd be back here again. It was constant, unrelenting, and if he couldnât even sacrifice one day for you, how could you expect him to slow down?
â
Harry stood frozen on the other side of the door, still stuck between needing to come back in and wanting to go. It never usually got to this point, one of you would back down before someone got hurt. It wasnât exactly healthy, but it worked for you. He hated fighting, hated seeing you upset. But he was only now realising that it was usually you that compromised. He knew you well, and for you to actually speak up and ask him to stay despite knowing how important his work is to him? Heâd fucked up.
He leaned against the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. Guilt washed over him as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He knew he needed to find a balance between his work and his relationship, but it was easier said than done.
His hand fell from the door handle as he turned on his heel, dragging his feet away from the house. If he was going to make it right, he needed to be armed with all of your favourite things.
â
Harry replayed the morning in his head the entire time he was out. Youâd woken up to his alarm as always, rolling over in his arms to wake him up with soft kisses. âWhy do you set alarms if you know you canât wake up for them?â you laughed, tapping at his nose as his eyes fluttered open. âBecause you wake up and I get morning kisses,â he smiled, pulling you tighter to his chest.
He remembered how the morning light hit you at just the right angle, illuminating your puffy eyes and blushed cheeks. Heâd caught himself wishing he could have five more minutes in bed with you, time to savour waking up next to his love. But heâd rolled out of bed in the same way as always, slipping out from under you just as you tried to curl your body around his.
Youâd followed him to the bathroom silently, lingering in the doorway as you rubbed your tired eyes. âWish I got to see you more,â youâd mumbled, eyes following his through the mirror. âYou see me every day, kitten,â heâd replied, poking his tongue out when he saw you watching. Heâd noticed your face fall slightly, a misty kind of sadness replace the natural glint in your eye. He cringed as he thought back, but heâd purposely ignored it to save himself the trouble.
âI see you when I wake up and just before bed,â youâd pouted, eyes glued to your suddenly fidgety hands. âI cant help that right now, pet. You know I canât,â heâd tried to reason with you, and looking back, Harry thought maybe he was trying to convince himself. âJust a morning or an afternoon at home would be nice. Not even a full day,â youâd told him, voice cracking as you looked back up at him.
âI canât have this conversation right now,â heâd muttered, kicking at the door until it swung closed in front of you.
And there he was now, heart struck with guilt at the thought of how badly he had neglected you.
â
As he heard your keys jingle outside the door, Harry finished rearranging his purchases across the bed. He gave one final look to the flowers on your windowsill, the beautiful blush pink roses he knew you loved. It was perfect, he just hoped it would be enough.
âHi darling,â he smiled sheepishly as he walked down the stairs.
âHi, H,â you replied, brows knitted as you stared at him. âWhat are you doing?â
âCome,â Harry murmured, reaching out a hand for you to take. You dropped your bag by door and took it, fingers tangling with his as he lead you back to the bedroom.
He stopped outside the bedroom door, pulling you into his arms. âMâsorry,â he whispered into your hair. âDidnât think about what itâs like for you. I need time with you just as much as you need it wâme.â
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you told him, cuddling into his chest. âNothing to be sorry for, pet.â
âShouldnât have pushed you like that,â you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in his musky aftershave.
âGave me the push I needed. Mânot good at taking time off.â
âDonât have to tell me that,â you laughed, stepping away from him as he turned to open the bedroom door.
âGot you your perfect day,â he smiled, stepping out of the way so you could see his creation.
All your favourite snacks were laid out on the bed, your matching pyjamas folded on the corner. The most beautiful flowers youâd ever seen in your favourite vase on the windowsill, candles lit on your nightstand and a cheesy rom com loaded on the tv.
âYou did all of this?â you cooed, a grin spreading across your face as your gaze turned to Harry. He nodded, pulling his t-shirt off.
âNuh uh,â you swatted his hand away as he reached to pick up the pyjama top. âOnly my perfect day if youâre topless,â you smirked, quickly peeling your clothes off to throw the pyjamas on.
You climbed into bed next to Harry, pulling the duvet up to your chin before wrapping your body around his, your head at home on his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, arms wrapped right around you.
âMade a few calls. Gonna start only doing three days at a time in the studio, then three days off,â he whispered, grinning when you immediately whipped round to look at him. âDonât have to do that for me baby,â you gasped, brows furrowed.
âItâs the right call. Just gonna be longer days but worth it all if it means more time with you,â Harry winked, his hand caressing the curve of your waist.
You shifted upwards, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. âThank you,â you smiled. âAnd congratulations.â
Harry returned your kiss, his lips lingering just a second longer than yours had. His touch and his kisses felt like home to you, his smile your lifeblood. âTo me? For what?â
âTo us. For our first fight,â you giggled, holding out a hand to high-five Harry. He grabbed a hold of your hand, using it to pull you even closer to him, until your faces were only centimetres apart.
âHereâs to our first and last fight,â he whispered, eyes locked on yours. His teeth latched onto your bottom lip as he went in for another kiss, the rocky waves in your stomach turning to butterflies as his tongue moved around yours.
You pulled away after a minute, settling back into his arms with a smile so bright it could have lit up the room.
âCanât believe we started the day with you thinking your album is more important than me,â you mumbled, a mischievous sparkle in your eye as you tangled your fingers between Harryâs.
âMillions of adoring fans whoâd do anything for me versus one woman? I know who Iâm picking,â he teased, laughing as you smacked his thigh with your free hand.
âMaybe they were right,â you whispered, peering up at him.
âHm?â
âAbout you being an arrogant son of a bitch.â
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Hello! Heard your requests are open so could I please request a cassian x f!reader fic where the reader is a babysitter for cassian's baby girl (maybe less than a year old). cassian is a single father so as time goes on and cassian sees reader bonding so well with his baby, he starts liking her more and more. eventually asks her out and they end up getting together and allâ€ïž
Tiny Toes
Thank you so much for the request! I had the best time writing this, it honestly couldâve gone on forever
A/N: sorry for the slight Nesta slander, I really do love her as a character but needed to have her do this :(
Enjoy đ„°
Word Count: 6.6k
You didnât think you would be babysitting at this stage in your life but with your boss firing you because you refused to sleep with him, and then refusing to put in a good word for you when potential employers contacted him for a reference, it seemed like the next best, and your only, option. If anything, it was a means to an end in terms of supporting yourself whilst you got back on your feet and sorted something else out; the fact that you absolutely adored babies and children was just a bonus perk of the job.
When your close friend Elain told you that she knew someone who would really appreciate your help, you jumped at the opportunity. However, what you werenât expecting was to come face to face with the General of the Night Courtâs armies, crying baby in his arms and a distressed expression of his face.
âY/N?â
âYes, hiâŠâ You trailed off, unsure how to address the male in front of you. General? Lord? But he didnât seem to notice your hesitancy as he gestured you inside.
âHey, Iâm Cassian. Seriously, thank you so much for agreeing to this. I know itâs last minute, but somethings come up and I just⊠Well, I really need the help, so thank you.â
You smiled at him, taking the time to look around the open layout of the house as he tried to settle his crying daughter. You couldnât help but cringe a bit at the state of the place. There were baby clothes and toys everywhere, plates and dirty laundry piled up, not to mention the daggers and knives that seemed to be scattered throughout the place.
âThis,â Cassian said as he walked back into the lounge room, the babe now happily looking around, âis Otilia, or Ottie. Ottie, this is Y/N, sheâs going to be looking after you while Daddy is away. Youâre going to be a good girl for Y/N?â Ottie just smiled up at him as though he were her favourite person in the world, making happy little noises as she kicked her feet and grasped at the front of his top.
The sight had your heart melting. If you didnât already know who Cassian was, there was no way in a million years you wouldâve guessed that the male in front of you was the infamous General, the Lord of Bloodshed.
With Ottie still is his arms, Cassian moved around the room, gathering items, and trying to clean up what he could before leaving.
âIâve left a note in the kitchen, just with all the general things like nap times, where the baby food is, where the nappies are, what her favourite toy is. But sheâs a pretty happy baby so hopefully she wonât be any trouble.â
âIâm sure sheâll be perfect, wonât you, sweetheart?â You cooed at the little girl as she watched you with wide eyes. âHere, do you want me to take her so she can get comfortable with me while youâre still here?â You offered, as she wrapped her small hand around your finger.
âIf you donât mind. Donât be offended if she starts crying, she usually takes a few minutes to warm up to new people,â Cassian passed her over, helping her settle in your arms, a protective hand cupping her cheek as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. âWell, look at that, youâre clearly some sort of baby whisperer.â
Smiling down at her, you gently tickled her with your pointer finger, grinning as her feet started kicking, her sweet melodic laugh filling the room. Cassian hurriedly pulled the rest of his gear together, sending lingering looks over to the pair of you as he did so.
âEverything alright?â You asked as you sat on the green velvet couch, Ottie still in your arms. You knew how hard it could be for the parents, having a complete stranger looking after their children, so you tried to give Cassian the chance to ask any questions or dispel any concerns before he left.
âYeah, yeah sorry of course. All fine.â He seemed to hesitate before leaning against the table as he watched Ottie, a loving smile gracing his features. âSorry,â a sheepish expression replaced that smile as he met your eye, âitâs the first time Iâm leaving her, and I canât seem to make myself walk out the door.â
You softly laughed, trying to ease his tension as you said, âThatâs completely normal. If it helps, is there a way I can get in touch with you while youâre out? That way youâll know straight away if something happens?â
He gave you a grateful smile but shook his head, âNo itâs nothing like that. After everything Iâve heard Elain say about you, I trust you with her completely. Itâs more so that I just donât want to be away from her, donât want to miss anything, you know? Even if itâs just the same smile Iâve already seen a hundred times,â He chuckled as he got up to press a kiss to the top of her head, then her cheeks, then her tiny, clenched hands. âTrust me, I know how pathetic this sounds, I donât even know why Iâm telling you, but I just really love hanging out with her. Itâs just been the two of us against the world, especially after everything that happened withâŠâ He suddenly stopped, as if catching what he was about to say.
âAnyway, I should be off. Iâm already half an hour late and have had Rhys mind yelling at me for the last 15 minutes. Thank you so much, Y/N. I should only be gone a few hours.â With a final kiss to Ottieâs cheeks, Cassian walked out the door.
"Well now, what are we going to do today, sweetheart?" You asked the small baby in your arms. She just fixed you with another smile and burst into giggles.
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You had spent the better part of an hour playing with Ottie, hoping to tire her out so that she would easily go down for her nap. You plan miraculously worked, after wrapping her up in a blanket and running a soothing hand over her stomach, she fell fast asleep without even the smallest fuss. Cassian was right, she was a happy baby.
You quietly closed the door behind you and headed down to the kitchen. With nothing else to do, you figured you would help by cleaning the place up. With the dishes washed and drying, the benches wiped, and rubbish taken out, you started on the piles of laundry, however, a small painting tucked behind a chair in the corner of the lounge room piked your interest.
You picked Cassian out of the painting immediately, the telltale red Siphons and overall uncanny accuracy making it an easy conclusion. You tensed upon looking at the female painted beside him. The similarities between her and your High Lady were all too familiar, this was clearly her sister, Nesta.
Quickly putting the painting back where it had been hidden you felt guilt course through you; you hadn't meant to snoop. You knew what had happened between Cassian and Nesta. Everyone knew what had happened. They had been mated for just five years before falling pregnant then two weeks after the baby, after Ottie, had been born Nesta had simply left. It was all the people of Velaris could talk about, wild rumours and stories spreading about what had happened. Eventually, the truth came out; she had left Cassian, left her baby, for Eris.
Elain had explained to you the pressure her sister had felt and had realised she was only with Cassian because everyone had said that was what the mating bond required. But she wasn't actually happy with him, and Cassian hadn't been happy with her either. Then there had been a visit to the Autumn Court, and something had sparked between Nesta and Eris. She had felt torn and confused but a baby was never something she wanted, and Eris was offering her a life where she could be her own person, not someone shadowed by her High Lady sister, according to Nesta.
Given all of this, you were surprised by how put together Cassian seemed. You couldn't imagine the conflicting emotions he would've felt with his mate leaving just days after they had had a baby. But he seemed to have picked up the pieces and, no doubt, had the support of his family during that time, but you supposed there did reach a point where his duties to the court had to be met again, and you were more than happy to step in and help where you could.
*****
Several hours later, you had just finished giving Ottie her lunch when a piece of paper appeared on the table in front of you:
Y/N, Cassian has asked that I let you know he is going to be later than anticipated and that he is very sorry for the inconvenience. However, if this doesn't work, let me know and I'll have someone over to watch Ottie as soon as possible - Rhys
You blinked.
Rhys? As in Rhysand, your High Lord? Just casually sending you a magically note? You blanched at the thought of him even knowing you existed, which, you supposed made sense, seeing that you were friends with his wife's sister.
You didn't mind staying longer to look after Ottie, but you had no way of conveying that to Rhysand or Cassian. As if your thoughts had been sent out into the abyss, a pen appeared atop the paper as if in answer to your question.
Hesitantly, you picked it up, unsure how to even start a note of this manner that would be read by your High Lord.
It's not a problem, High Lord. Please tell Cassian that I can stay as long as required - Y/N
You didn't have a chance to read over the message before it was whisked away by magic. But, shit. Cassian had introduced himself to you as Cassian, but should you have referred to him as General in your note? Had you been too informal or improper. Before you could mull over it any further, the piece of paper was back in front of you:
Lovely.
By the way, just Rhys is fine - Rhys
Well, that settled that matter.
*****
You had given Ottie her dinner and put her down for bed with little fuss. There had been a few tears once she sensed that Cassian wasn't there, but you had managed to coax her back to her happy little self by quietly singing and rubbing soothing circles across her dark mass of hair until she fell asleep.
Now you sat curled up on the couch with the makeshift dinner you had prepared and a book that had been on the bulking bookshelf that sat in the corner of the room. You were sure that Cassian wouldn't have minded your rummaging through the pantry but had made enough for him to eat once he came home just in case.
An hour or so later, you had been so engrossed in your book that you didn't hear the front door open or the heavy footsteps that padded down the hall.
"Hi," You looked up with a slight jump, having been startled by Cassian's sudden presence. He was leaning against the doorway and looked absolutely exhausted. "Y/N, I am so sorry. I was up at some of the Illyrian camps and, well, things were worse than I anticipated... I won't bore you with all that, but I am so sorry for keeping you here."
You brushed him off, noticing the tension somewhat leave his body upon realising you weren't bothered by it.
"It's fine, I promise. The High Lord... Rhys," Cassian grinned at your correction, clearly privy to the notes that had passed between the two of you, "said you were going to be late. If it wasn't going to work, I would have let him know."
Cassian offered you another grateful smile as he slumped into the armchair opposite the couch. "How was she? Not too difficult?"
"She was perfect. A few tears at bedtime but we managed to sort that out. I think she was just missing you." You could have sworn his eyes twinkled at your last comment.
"Before I head off, I cooked some dinner and left a bit to the side for you in case you were hungry when you got back. I hope you don't mind?"
"Mind? Y/N, you are honestly cauldron sent. You also cleaned? All whilst looking after Ottie. Thank you."
You felt your cheeks heat up and preyed he wouldn't notice your slight blush.
"It was nothing, seriously. I had nothing else to do while Ottie was sleeping so thought I would help out. Why don't you go up and see her? I'll get dinner heated for you."
Cassian sent another grateful smile your way before leaving the room, you laughed to yourself as you heard his steps pick up in pace as he bounded up the stairs towards his daughter's room.
*****
He came back 10 minutes later just as you were putting on your coat and collecting your belongings.
"I've left your dinner on the stove to stay warm." You said over your shoulder. He really did look exhausted.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much of a life saver you were today." You brushed off the compliment as he led you towards the front door. "Oh, before you go, we never spoke about payment? How much do I owe you?"
Honestly, you hadn't even thought about payment, it had completely slipped your mind.
"Right. Don't worry about that nowâ"
"Y/N, I'm not going to not pay you for today."
"No, I know. But you look like you're seconds away from passing out, no offence. So go back inside, finish your dinner then go to bed. We can sort the money part out later."
"Okay, only if you're sure? Thank you again, so much. Get home safe, alright?"
"I will. Night, Cassian."
You had barely made it to the front gate before the door was opening again.
"Y/N? Before you go, would you mind looking after Ottie again in a few days? Rhys is needing me to get back into my work, so I'll need to have someone watching her while I'm away. You're so good with her, so if you wouldn't mind..." He trailed off.
"Of course, she's an absolute angel. I would love to look after her again. Let me know when you need me."
"Okay, Goodnight. Thanks again."
*****
Over a year had passed since you first met Cassian and Ottie. After the first few weeks, Cassian had sat you down and asked if you would be happy looking after her on a more permanent basis, so you had decided on four days a week while Cassian was busy helping out Rhys and the Inner Circle. Sometimes you would stay until later into the evenings if Cassian came home with piles of paperwork, helping with Ottie's bedtime and cleaning up the house, despite Cassian's protests that it was his mess to deal with.
"Y/N?"
You had just finished feeding Ottie her dinner when Cassian appeared in the doorway. You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue as you wiped the food away from her chubby cheeks.
"Ottie is turning two on Saturday, and I was just wondering, if you weren't doing anything, if you wanted to come to her birthday party? It won't be a big thing, but she adores you and it would be nice to have you there," You smiled at him, delighted that he even considered you important enough to be there to celebrate, but before you could reply, Cassian hurriedly continued, "Of course, there's no pressure. You probably want a break from us, it is your day off after allâŠ"
"Cass, I would love to be there." His face lit up as your response.
"Good. Okay. Great," He remained in the doorway, still softly smiling as he watched you pick up Ottie from her highchair, "Well I better... Still got some work to finish off, so..." He gestured back towards his office and then made his way out of the room.
You were caught off guard by the momentary awkwardness that seemed to radiate from him, not used to seeing him in any other way but the confident and playful General who was absolutely smitten with his little girl.
*****
Standing outside Cassian's house, you lingered on the doorstep as you hyped yourself up to knock on the door. It had only just dawned on you as you walked over that the guests at Ottie's birthday party, weren't going to be any old day-to-day fae. No, you were about to spend the afternoon with your High Lord and Lady, and their inner circle. Not a daunting prospect in the slightest.
As luck would have it, you weren't given a chance to psych yourself out before the door opened, revealing a grinning Cassian and Ottie who merrily clapped and said your name when she saw you, arms reaching out for you to hold her.
"Hello, Birthday Girl. Don't you look beautiful." She giggled as you cooed at her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Hi, thanks for inviting me." You looked at Cassian now who was fondly watching the scene in front of him playout.
"Thanks for coming," Cassian opened the door wider for you to come inside, taking the pink gift bag you had brought with you that contained Ottie's birthday present. "Fair warning, everyone here has a bone to pick with you."
You froze, body tensing at his words.
"What?" You would have cringed at the stutter in your voice had you not been so worried. But Cassian just laughed and led you further into the house, a hand on the small of your back.
"Well, apparently since you've come along, Ottie doesn't have the time of day for anyone else. She was fussing all morning until she saw you walking up the road through the kitchen window. You seemed to have gotten lost somewhere between the gate to the door with how long you stood out there, so we thought we would see what you were doing, didn't we Ottie?" Cassian gave you a knowing smirk, clearly aware of your nerves towards who you would be spending the day with.
"Come on, I'm just joking. They're all dying to meet you."
Right on queue, a female, who you knew without needing to be told was Morrigan, jumped up from her seat as you walked into the room.
"Y/N," She squealed as she bounded over and pulled you into a tight hug, Cassian quickly grabbing Ottie out of your arms. "It's about time we all finally get to meet you. First Elain kept you all to herself, and now Cassian? If you had said no to coming today, I would have gone over to your house myself and forced you to be here."
"Mor..." Cassian's tone was laced in warning, but you immediately felt at ease in her presence.
"Come on, let's introduce you to the others."
*****
To your absolute delight, the rest of Cassian's family welcomed you into their group with open arms. Elain had jumped up and refused to leave your side once she noticed you had arrived. Having been away with Lucien for some time, it had been a while since the two of you had been able to catch up.
After the presents had been opened - Ottie had adored the fluffy bear you had gotten her - everyone was lounging outside, watching as little Nyx sat with his younger cousin in his lap, showing her all of the presents she had received and telling her the best way to play with them in order to have the most fun. Clearly the ever-destined High Lord in the making, you had grinned, already seeing the type of male he would become as Feyre and Rhys watched on sharing content smiles.
It was only then that you realised that Cassian was missing from the group. You excused yourself and headed back inside, searching the house until finally finding him in Ottie's bedroom.
"Hi," You voice was quiet as you made your presence known, unsure if he had just forgotten something up here or if he needed a moment to himself.
"Hey," He turned to face you, looking as though he had just been pulled out of some sort of trance. However, his lopsided smile was quick to return as he said, "sorry for leaving you out there with that lot."
Letting out a laugh you walked into the room, "They're really not that bad. Imagine what the other courts would think if they ever saw the High Lord of the Night Court dressed up in a pink tutu with a fluffy matching crown on his head."
Cassian laughed at that, smile widening as the voices and shrill giggles from outside echoed through the bedroom window, but that reserved expression was quick to reappear.
"You alright?" You quietly asked, already having a sense of what was eating him up.
"Yeah, fine." A glance at your unconvinced expression had Cassian letting out a low sigh before continuing. "I thought she would've at least shown up today. I know she wants no part in this, but it's still her daughterâs birthday. For Ottie's sake, I thought she would've shown. She needs her mum."
You let out a sigh of your own now, crossing the space between you and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
Pulling away you said, "Cass, I get it. Believe me I do. But Ottie is doing just fine. You're absolutely amazing with her and it's so special watching the two of you together. And in terms of her needing her mum, look at all the amazing females Ottie has in her life: Mor, Feyre, Elain, Amren. There's no short supply of love for her, if anything, Nesta is the one missing out on this."
The words had rushed out of you without being able to truly process what you had said. You and Cassian had never directly spoken about Nesta, it had always been an unspoken awareness that you knew what had happened and that was enough. Looking at the ground, you could feel yourself tensing with worry at the thought of having overstepped.
"And she has you."
"What?"
"And Ottie has you. You were listing off the amazing females she has in her life but missed the one who she spends the most time with. The one who she loves the most."
There was no stopping the blush that crept over your face as you stared back at Cassian.
"Cass-"
But the sounds of hurried little footsteps running up the stairs interrupted whatever you had been about to say.
"Uncle Cass, Uncle Cass," Nyx burst into the room, dramatically taking in deep breathes as he waved up at you.
"What is it, bud?" Cassian shot you a bemused glance, still somewhat laced with the intensity from before, then knelt in front of Nyx who lifted his arms and placed his little hands on Cassian's shoulders.
"It's cake time. Come on." Then he was running out of the room again.
"You'd think it was the end of the world with the entrance he just made." You let out a laugh but before you could respond, Nyx was bursting back in.
"Come on." He yelled, grabbing you and Cassian by the hand, and forcing you down the stairs to where Elain had just finished lighting the candles on top of the cake.
*****
The rest of the afternoon raced by, so fast, in fact, that you didn't have time to process the moment you and Cassian had shared until you were home. The intensity in his expression as he stared at you and the implication of his words... Your heart was racing at the mere thought.
Letting out a groan you tossed and turned in your bed, unable to settle your racing thoughts at the realisation that you had, somehow, without even being aware of it starting, had begun to fall for Cassian. To make matters even worse, you had no idea where you truly stood with him. Despite the closeness and friendship that had formed, he was technically still your boss.
You had a whole day before you were due back to look after Ottie. A whole 24 hours to figure out how you wanted to move forward in the wake of this realisation.
*****
Monday morning arrived much too quickly for your liking. It wasn't until the door opened and Cassian greeted you on the other side of it that you decided you weren't going to do anything about your feelings. He had been emotional the other day, grieving what he thought was missing from his daughter's life and, honestly, you thought to yourself, he probably hadn't even intended it to come out the way you had perceived it. He wasn't wrong, you did spend a lot of time with her. But you were paid to do so, so did it really count?
"Morning, Y/N? Have a good rest of you weekend?" Oh, sure it had been fantastic. Just a nice dose of inner turmoil. But of course, you didn't say any of that.
"I did," You smiled at him, acting as though your insides weren't currently screaming out. "Did Ottie have a good birthday? It was so nice meeting everyone."
As Cassian got ready to leave, your usual chatter filled the space as you made yourself a coffee, but you couldn't help but notice that his usual, carefree smile didn't quite meet his eyes, and that he seemed to be watching you as though waiting or assessing something.
"Alright, well I might be home a bit later tonight, if that's alright?" You brushed him off, of course it was alright, it always was. You sat down next to Ottie as she continued to happily munch away on her breakfast. "Okay, bye Ottie, you'll be good for Y/N today?" He pressed a kiss to her cheek before turning back to you, "See you later, yeah?"
"Mhm," You replied, "have a good day."
"You too." Then he was leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek as well before standing up and leaving as though nothing had happened.
What. The. Fuck.
You stared at the empty door frame he had walked through, only half hearing the front door close as he took off.
Again.
What. The. Fuck.
You turned to look at Ottie, as though she would provide you with some sort of explanation as to what just happened, or to confirm that it had even happened in the first place, that it wasn't just something you had imagined.
But she provided you with no deeper insight as she sat in her seat, happily kicking her little feet and giggling to herself. Upon noticing you watching her, she gave you one of her big cheesy grins you had grown to love and offered you a piece of the fruit Cassian had cut up for her.
*****
What. The. Fuck.
Cassian's heart was racing as he flew up to the House of Wind. What had he done?
Clearly you were more than happy to ignore his complete lack of control from the other day, when he all but said you were basically like a mum to Ottie. He was surprised he hadn't scared you off, especially when all you had signed up for was to be her babysitter, which was a harsh truth in itself that Cassian found himself constantly having to remember whenever he watched you and his daughter interact and he felt his heart stammer in his chest.
And then to turn around and kiss you on the cheek before leaving for work - as you turned up for work, he had to remind himself, again - as though it was a normal morning, between a normal little family...
He felt sick.
He had really screwed up.
"What's wrong with you today?" Azriel asked as Cassian landed with an ungrateful grunt next to the training ring located on the roof.
"Nothing."
"You sure?" Rhys now asked, sensing Cassian's inner turmoil even through the steadfast mental shield he had up around his mind.
With a grumble, Cassian lowered said shield, giving Rhys a look at what had occurred that morning. Scowling even deeper when Rhys let out a bark of a laugh. The snicker that followed from Azriel as Rhys showed him what had happened sent Cassian marching into the training ring, readying himself to forget his stupidity as Azriel approached to spar with him.
*****
He hadn't even got half an hour into his training before pulling up short, his mind was too distracted.
"Should I have stayed?" He blurtedly asked.
"What?" Unbeknownst to Cassian, Rhys and Az had been having a silent conversation whilst he had been spaced out.
"This morning. With Y/N. Should I have stayed and, I don't know, talked about it?"
He missed the glance his brother's shared.
"Well," Rhys started. "What would you have talked about?"
"I don't know, what is there to talk about?" Cassian snapped back, frustration and worry getting the better of him the more he thought about what he might now lose.
"Would you have tried to pass it off as a joke, or explain it away?" Rhys cautiously asked, trying to judge which direction Cassian's mind was heading in.
"Or would you have stayed and finally admitted your feelings to her?â Azriel interjected.
"My feelings?"
"Yes, you idiot. And the fact that you're in love with her."
"I'm not in love with..." Cassian trailed off though. He was, he absolutely was, and there was no point in denying it.
Azriel scoffed, "Please, you're in love with her. We've never seen you like this before with anyone."
"Well, Nesta-" Cassian tried to counter but Rhys cut him off.
"Nesta wasn't love. That was the mating bond, you've said as much to us multiple times so don't try to deflect now."
Cassian let out a deep sigh, he wasn't expected home for a few hours and a plan was starting to form in his mind.
*****
You had been surprised, but pleased all the same, when Feyre turned up with Nyx.
"Y/N! Hi, how are you?" You still weren't quite used to the casualness that surrounded the rulers of your court but did your best to act as though being in their presence wasn't one of the most intimidating things you had ever experienced.
"I'm good. What are you doing here?"
"Well, it's such a lovely day, Nyx and I thought it would be nice to get you and Ottie over to ours for the afternoon."
"Oh, thank you. Are you sure though?"
"Of course, we can walk back now. Go along the Sidra if you'd like?
"Easy, let me just grab Ottie's things."
Feyre shut the door behind you, Nyx already running over to where Ottie sat with her toys and planting a big kiss to her cheek.
"There's no need to grab much. Cass bought double ups of basically everything and has them stored at ours for when we look after her. Just yourselves will do."
You smiled warmly at her before scooping Ottie up, "Do you want to go play at Auntie Feyre's with Nyx?
Her excited squeals were enough of an answer, still, she excitedly said "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," as you headed out the door, watching as her and Nyx ran ahead of the two of you.
*****
The afternoon spent with Feyre was the perfect distraction from your racing thoughts after what had happened with Cassian that morning.
The two of you chatted outside until the sun started to set, watching Ottie and Nyx run around across the grass.
"Well, hello, Feyre, Y/N." Rhys greeted as he walked out to join you, still dressed in his leathers, clearly having just got home.
You said hi back, watching with a laugh as Ottie caught sight of who now stood with you.
"Uncle Rhysie." She yelled, her little feet pounding across the grass as she leapt into his arms.
"Hello, princess. How's my favourite girl?" Ottie giggled at the nickname and hugged into him even tighter, "What do you say to a sleepover tonight, Ots?"
Turning to you, Ottie still in his arms, Rhys said, "Cass is fine with it. I think he needed you to head back at some point before going home tonight though."
"Oh, alright. Well, I might head off now then. Bye Ottie." She looked around at you, eyes wide as she wriggled out of Rhys' hold and ran over to you.
"You're not staying?" Her lip started to quiver so you quickly wrapped her up into a hug before the tears started.
"Not tonight, sweetheart. But we can play all day tomorrow, yeah?" She seemed to contemplate this for a moment before deciding it was acceptable enough and planted a kiss on your cheek before running back over to Nyx.
Feyre and Rhys were both smiling at you, clearly watching, and overhearing the entire interaction.
"What?" You asked with a laugh.
"Nothing, you're just really good with her."
"Oh, well..." You trailed off, not sure what to say as Rhys' words from before struck. Cassian needed to talk to you about something and, well, shit, clearly you were about to get fired, or, more kindly, were about to be told your âservices were no longer requiredâ.
"I'll see you both later. Goodnight." You missed the conspiratorial grin they shared behind your back, Rhys letting his thoughts drift over to Cassian's mind to tell him you were on your way.
*****
The house was dark when you got back, the only form of light was coming from the study and, from the looks of it, the backyard.
"Cass?" You called out as you closed the door behind you.
Hurried movements sounded from his office, then Cassian was quickly walking towards you.
"Y/N. Hi."
"Hi."
You felt as though your entire body was on guard. You needed to explain that you could easily put your feelings aside, but losing the chance of being in Ottie and Cassian's lives was something that filled you with dread, you would be happy to stay on in whatever capacity you could.
"Do you... Do you want to talk?" Cassian's nervousness was unsettling, yet you followed as he led you towards the couch.
"What are you doing tonight?"
That wasn't the question you were expecting.
You hesitated before answering, "Just going home I guess."
He seemed to contemplate your answer, looking so much like Ottie did earlier when you were saying goodbye.
"Dinner?" His voice was strained, leaving you even more confused.
"Um, yeah I'll be having dinner."
"No... Ugh this isn't working." He leant his head against the back of the couch, running his hands over his face.
"Cassian, are you alright?"
"Yes. No. I don't know." You were stunned, maintaining your silence as Cassian continued. "This morning, Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't know what that was, it just happened without me thinking about what I was doing. And then everything I said at Ottie's birthday. And now, fucks sake..." He trailed off again, leaving you just as confused as he blurted out "I need to have dinner."
"Oh, sure," You felt as though you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, as if his bizarre behaviour was some sort of test. "Did you want me to heat something up? I think there's still some frozen pasta from the other night." You went to stand but Cassian placed a hand on your knee to stop you before quickly pulling it away.
"No, it's alright. I've got it sorted." Then he was standing, offering you his hand as he guided you towards the back door.
You froze at the sight before you. Candles flickered across the table and the deck, a table set for two, lined with trays of food and a bottle of wine which sat in the middle of it all.
"Cass?"
"Look, Y/N, I get it if this is completely out of line. If it is then I am so sorry. But I needed you to know that this, whatever this is between us, means something to me."
You couldn't move, you were stuck on the spot as Cassian continued, the flickering lights casting a shadow across his handsome features.
"It's not even because you're so good with Ottie. I mean, you are, you're amazing with her and she adores you, so, so much. But it's how you treat me. Even that first time you looked after her, I was so close to crumbling. I felt so torn, between staying home and looking after my baby girl, but also knowing I needed to step back into reality and my responsibilities. It wasn't fair on the others that they had to pick up my slack."
You tried to interject, to say something about how the others wouldn't have minded, not one bit, especially with everything Cassian had been going through at the time, but he was already moving on.
"Not going to lie, I was reluctant when Elain first told me about you. It was nothing to do with you," He quickly clarified, "But more so because you were a complete stranger to me, and as much as Elain vouched for you, I still felt wary."
"Then you walked in and that first time you held her; I swear my heart skipped a beat. Even with Elain and Feyre, it took them ages to be able to hold her without Ottie bursting into tears. But with you, it all just seemed to fall into place." His voice was beginning to shake, and you silently wiped the tears from your eyes as he kept talking.
"But if anything, Y/N, it's the way you make me feel. Before even knowing me, you had me convinced that I wasn't completely failing at being her dad, that even though everything was well and truly fucked up, she was doing just fine. You helped me realise that I was going to be fine as well."
Cassian approached you now, calloused hands reaching up to your cheeks as he wiped away the rest of your tears with his thumbs. "So, I guess what I'm trying to say, and what I'm not doing a very good job of getting across, is that I love you?"
A watery laugh left you at the overall Cassian-ness of the statement, the sound making him grin lovingly at you.
"I love you, Y/N. And I am so thankful for the day that you walked into our lives and changed them for the better. And, assuming I haven't completely misread the situation, and assuming that those are happy tears," He laughed, his own eyes beginning to well. "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me?"
With his hands still on your cheeks, you brought your arms up around his neck and pulled him down so that his face was level with yours.
"I thought you were going to fire me." You whispered.
A cheeky smile passed over Cassian's face, "Well, technically, I suppose I am? I can't have my...whatever you are to me now, being paid to look after my kid now, can I?"
"How romantic. Being fired then called your 'whatever'."
"We'll figure that out later." Cassian murmured against your lips.
"Yes, I suppose we will." Then you were leaning forward, lips pressing to his, feeling as though you were finally home.
*****
Part 2
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could please do a mick x twin sister where sheâs dating lando and just make it all sweet and lovely please? đ
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user: lando, how does it feel to be dating THE YN SCHUMACHER?
danielricciardo: thanks for the invite, mate! đ
user: the second slide, iâm in love đ©
user: alexa, how to be yn schumacher?
user: canât believe she chose lando over me
user: my favs đ„șâ€ïž
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mickschumacher: landoooo đ„°
âł ynschumacher: heâs MY lando đĄ
âł mickschumacher: our*
landonorris: hey mick(ey) youâre so fine
âł ynschumacher: yn* thank you đ
âł landonorris: i guess youâre fine too đ€·đ»
user: weâve got lando third wheeling the twins, mick third wheeling the couple and yn third wheeling the brothers in-law
âł user: LMAOO youâre so right đ€Ł
user: iâm literally in love with this trio
estebanocon: mr. third-wheel
gina_schumacher: someone really needs a girlfriend
âł user: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!
âł user: thanks for welcoming me to the family đ„°
user: idk who i love more ynlando or lando and mick
user: my favs (plus lando)
user: the caption đ
user: ynlando owns my heart â€ïž
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ynschumacher: my lover đ
âł landonorris: â€ïž
mickschumacher: nothing but the best for my favs đ€©
âł landonorris: my fav twin đ
âł ynschumacher: ??????
user: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO HAVE MICK AS A BROTHER, OMG?!?!?
âł user: i want him as my man đ€
user: youâre telling me mick planned this???? đ
user: idk who i should be more jealous of
oscarpiastri: cute!
estebanocon: youâre telling me mick isnât third wheeling??
âł landonorris: can you believe it?
user: âmy heartâ brb gonna go jump off a cliff
user: i just know mick is crying in a corner rn wishing he never set this date night for them đ€Ł
user: idk if i should be jealous of yn, lando, or mick
user: still canât believe this mf managed to bag THE YN SCHUMACHER
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user: âpretty girlâ đđđ
mickschumacher: youâre not the only one he calls pretty
âł landonorris: hi pretty boy đ
user: brb gonna go take a bath with my toaster đ
user: my ynlando heart, omg!!
landonorris: my stunning girlfriend, everyone đ
landonorris: i love youu đ
âł ynschumacher: i love youu moreee đ
carlossainz55: this makes me sick
âł mickshumacher: i agree
âł ynschumacher: đĄđĄđĄ HATERS
user: im in love with them đ©
maxfewtrell: we get it, youâre in love đ
user: yn, how does it feel to live my dream?!!???
user: how do you feel about mick trying to steal your man?
user: this is too cute, wtf đ
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user: thanks for reminding me that iâm single đ
ynschumacher: i adore you, lover đ
ynschumacher: whoâs got you smiling like that??
âł landonorris: you, pretty girl đ ily
âł user: toaster bath sounds real nice right about now đđŒ
user: i feel so single, wtf
user: atp landoâs account is pretty much a yn stan account
mickschumacher: iâll admit, this is cute
mickschumacher: â€ïž
user: i will never get over him calling her âpretty girlâ đ
user: im not jealous, im not jealous, im not jealous
user: yn, i can treat you so much better than him
user: sheâs so pretty wtf đ©
oscarpiastri: my favs đ§Ą
user: bro, youâre making me feel so single wtf
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ynschumacher: small photo dump of my twin & boyfriend aka my favorite boys!! â€ïž
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user: that 4th slide đđđ that should be me making him laugh like that ⊠BYEEEE
user: yn, babe, is that you cutting mickâs hair in the first post?
âł ynschumacher: yes!
âł user: oMG AKANS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WKSP
user: that lando pic has me đ«
user: her brotherâs fine asf and her man is fine asf đ©
user: âmy favorite boysâ đ„șđ„ș
mickschumacher: whoâs that fine ass guy in the second post?
mickschumacher: this confirms iâm your fav sibling, btw
âł ynschumacher: my favorite tWIN!!! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžđ€Ș
âł mickschumacher: iâm your only twin đ
âł gina_schumacher: aw, i feel so loved đ„°
âł ynschumacher: youâre my favorite sister đ
user: landoâs smile, omg đ©
user: yaâll talking about lando, but mick đđđ
landonorris: iâm the luckiest, i swear
landonorris: i love you so much, pretty girl â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
âł ynschumacher: â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž i luv you too, pretty boy
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landonorris: every single day i spent with you is always my favorite ⊠i love you! â€ïž
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user: this was my final straw đ who wants to join me and jump off a bridge??!??
âł user: sleeping on the train track is better đ
âł user: toaster bath and iâll join!!!!
âł user: yaâll crazy đ letâs all drink bleach!!!
user: this mf is soo whipped
maxfewtrell: simp
mickschumacher: thatâs so cheesy but cute
user: YAâLL BETTER GET MARRIED!!! đ©
âł user: if they do, ima be the happiest person ever
user: parents are cute đ„șđ§Ą
ynschumacher: right back at you, pretty boy đđđđ
ynschumacher: you make me the happiest â€ïž
âł landonorris: my pretty girl i love you!! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
user: crying myself to sleep đđđ
user: i will never get over the âpretty boyâ âpretty girlâ
user: still in denial that he took my girlfriend away from me
user: idk if yn is lucky or if itâs lando
âł user: lando bc heâs dating THE YN SCHUMACHER
user: adopt me please đđŒ
user: landoâs so lucky to be able to call her âhisâ đđ
âł user: please do not remind me
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Breaking news
Pairing : Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader
Your Instagram story caused a commotion amongst the fans
ynusername has added to their story
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âBaby, whatâs wrong?â
You had connected the call to your car so you could talk to him while driving home because you didnât know if you could see the hair saloon again without crying even more. You put on the signal before turning the steering wheel as you sobbed, your boyfriendâs question left hanging in the air.
âAre you okay? Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?â
âNâ no, Iâm already on my way back.â You sobbed again.
âWant me to stay on the phone with you?â
âYesâ yes, please. I canât stop crying!â You wailed and looked at the rear view mirror before switching lane.
âItâs okay, baby. Itâs okay. I donât know what happened but as long as you are already on your way back, itâll be fine.â
Soon as you took off your sneakers, Charles opened the door and pulled you into a hug. You were no longer crying because you had accepted your fate at this point.
âAre you hurt? What happened?â
Breaking the hug, you took a step back, your bottom lips jutting out.
âWhat? Baby, talk to me. What happened?â
You twirled and cried out. âThey cut my hair too short! How can you not see it!â
Charlesâs breathe was stuck in his throat. He had been walking back and forth, waiting for you to come back home wondering if the worst thing happened. This, wasnât in any of those thoughts he had in mind.
âYou were crying because they cut your hair too short?â His voice trailed off as he stared at you in disbelief.
âI have never had my hair this short before!â
âYou were crying because of this?â
You glowered at his question and paced to the room, leaving him alone while he was still in incredulity. He didnât even realise there was any changes to your hair because as soon as he saw you, his eyes went to scan on your body for any injuries or maybe some bruises. It never occurred to him it would be something lighter than the all the scenarios he had in his head.
âBaby? You wanna talk about it?â Charles walked in and grinned, trying to act as if he couldnât see the glare from you.
âI asked them to trim it shorter but not this short, just slightly around my chest but they just cut it right away and I was too scared to say anything.â
âYou still look beautiful though.â He could still see the little dots of tears hanging on your lashes as he stared at you in admiration.
âLiar! You are only saying that to make me feel better.â
âI swear! You look beautiful. Trust me.â He tilted your face to look at him and smiled as he studied your face. âSee? Youâll always be beautiful, baby. Even if one day you decide to be bald, Iâm still gonna find you beautiful.â
âI hate you.â
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ynusername how it started vs how it ended
charles_leclerc Still the prettiest girl ever â€ïž
username1 new hairrr?!?!
username2 girl we need story time
username3 you should have seen twitter and gossip pages. they went WILD đđ
username4 i donât get it?? someone explain
username5 ppls thought something happened to the couple but they seem to be doing fine đ„°
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ynusername Smiling through the pain :)
charles_leclerc The most beautiful girl đ
username1 GIRL YOU SLAY THE HAIRSTYLE
username2 drop dead gorgeous
francisca.cgomes literally suits you so much đ«¶đ»đ©·
username3 what do you mean. you look STUNNINGGG đđ
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ynusername i love youuuu! đ„č Thank you for taking me out on a dinner date to make me feel better â€ïžđ„č
username1 FAV COUPLE IS STILL GOING STRONG
username2 i thought they broke up đđđ
username3 tell y/n to never do that again
username4 iâm not gonna believe in love anymore if they ever broke up đ
username5 oh to have my bf take me out on a date after i cut my hair too short đ
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After your answer I feel more confidentđ„°Request about Nanami. He survived Shibuya, but suffered burns to his left side and eye. Nanami began to develop a complex and hide behind a layer of clothing. He thinks his girlfriend deserves better. But she thinks differently and is still ready to give him loveđ„șI saw such a fic once, but your hands will make this idea much better, I know
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reaching out and that absolutely adorable request! Please let me know what you think, I hope you'll like it. Don't hesitate to reach out againđ€
Nanami hiding his scars from his girlfriend after surviving Shibuya
Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,6k
Synopsis: basically the request above lol
Warnings: if you need some comfort this one's for you, so much fluff I'm gonna faint
Tags: @hellkaiserinphoenix @polarbvnny @obeythebutler
It was a ride on razorâs edge. Yes, the Shibuya incident turned your life upside down. The countless injuries, Gojo being sealed, so many deaths.
And the love of your life almost losing his very own life through the hands of curses.
âWhere is he, Megumi?â
â(y/n)âŠâ
Your eyes filled with tears, that unwell feeling in your guts proved itself right all over again. You knew things werenât going right when your boyfriend stopped replying. But thatâŠSeeing Maki and that old man like thatâŠ
That was so much worse that you thought.
âWhere. Is. He.â, you hissed through gritted teeth, the boy in front of you almost drowning in his own sweat.
âHeâs back at Jujutsu High. When I last saw himâŠThings werenât going well for NanamiâŠIâŠI donât know if heâs still aliveâŠâ
You felt like fainting, throwing up, beating everything and everyone, crying in the corner. How? How did this happen? Your husband, a grade 1 sorcerer, so skilled that his sheer presence sends shivers down the spine of his opponentsâŠYour fucking boyfriend.
On the brick of death?
Yes, it was a true blessing that he barely made it. Since that fateful day, you were on his side night in night out, talking him through the silence, holding his hand while Shoko changed his bandages. Until eventually, he was able to return back home. Back to your shared apartment, back into your normal everyday life.
But it was far away from being like it was before Shibuya. No, something inside Kento changed so drastically that you sometimes feel like you donât know him anymore.
âHey sweetheartâ, he greets you softly, arms embracing you in a tight hug.
âGood morningâ, you mumble, stretching out your longing arms to feel him a little closer.
Just before your hands are able to hold onto his biceps, he turns away again and leaves you alone in the bed. You stare at his covered back, sadness washing over you like a wave. Silently he stands up, busying himself with his wardrobe while all you can do is watch him closely in an desperate attempt to stop yourself from crying.
You have no idea when was the last time since you saw your boyfriend in a t-shirt, let alone shirtless. Since his burns arenât covered in bandages anymore and his skin seems to be entirely healed into a scar, he hides his body from your hungry gaze very well. But why? This has to come to an end, right here and now.
You lift yourself off the bed, hugging his much larger frame from behind. God, it feels so good to press your head against his tight muscles, his delicious taste making you feel whole again.
It was hard to bear, the thought of losing him. Even days after he got burned to severely, Shoko wasnât entirely sure if heâll be able to make it. It became obvious that if heâll survive, he will have to live with his left side covered in scare tissue for the rest of his life. And while your love for him and his body grew only stronger, you feel like this doesnât apply to him. Yes, something inside you tells you that his change in behaviour might have something to do with that.
Why does he wear long-sleeved shirts all the time, while does he not allow you to see and feel his naked skin anymore, why does he seem to always turn away the left side of his face from you? It truly breaks your heart, knowing that he seems to have lost his self-confidence after surviving such a traumatic incident.
âDonât turn away from me, love.â
Your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, silently begging him to stay this one time, to allow your touch after months of turning you down.
â(y/n)â, he protests, body already on its way to shield itself from your longing hands.
âWhy hiding from me when all I see is you?â, you question, hands intertwining with his.
âIâm not good enough for you.â
Softly, he pushes you away, walking into the living room while you try to process his words. Him, not good enough for you?
âWhy would you even suggest something like that? Kento, please stop.â
Out of instinct you go after him, mind racing in thoughts. What is all of this about?
âYou are such a stunning woman, your whole life is still ahead of you. Why waste your time with a scarred man like me? I have nothing to give you, (y/n). Not even beauty.â
You canât believe your ears, mouth snapping open in pure shock.
âYou have to be jokingâ, you breathe out, head shaking vehemently.
This is wrong in so many ways, almost an insult against humanity. Why would he say something so ridiculous?
âLook at me, (y/n)â, he blurts out.
With a swift motion he takes off his blue shirt, revealing the huge scar that covers the left side of his upper body entirely. His face darts towards you, completely twisted in agony.
âWhy would a woman like you want a man like me? I donât deserve your beauty, (y/n).â
âStop it. Right nowâ, you reply so harshly that his mouth shuts in an instant.
With fast steps you cross the room, coming to a stand in front of his gorgeous body.
âThis is the body of the man I love, of a man that fought hard in order to save countless peopleâs life. This is the body of the man I thought Iâve lost forever, the body of a man who always puts the well-being of others above his own. You, Kento Nanami, are the man I love. Even if you lost all your limbs, if you could no longer speak or see. Damn, even if you didnât remember me, I would always choose you. Because you are the man who stole my heart entirely. These scars tell the story of what a brave man you are, what you survived despite everything spoke against it. I love every inch of your skin, no matter how scarred or wrecked.â
Your fingertips wander over his uninjured skin.
âFrom the part that Iâve touched so oftenâŠâ
Slowly, you caress the scarred tissue on his right side, brushing over his shoulder, collarbone and buff chest while never taking your eyes off him.
ââŠto the part I have yet to discover.â
âLook at me, I am a crippled man. I look like someone out of a horror movie-â
âYou look like a hero to meâ, you interrupt him immediately.
Itâs hard to keep your composure when the man you love more than anything else in this world stands in front of you with his face twisted in agony. God, if he only knew how beautiful he is, how you feel even closer to him since the Shibuya incident. Why isnât he able to see himself through your eyes, why does he have to suffer even after surviving his burns?
âWhy canât you understand that youâre all that I want?â
Your voice cracks, tears now streaming down your face. The sheer thought of losing him alone makes you die from the inside. No other man will ever be able to replace him. Why would you leave Kento anyway? He still looks absolutely irresistible to your hungry gaze, the way his tight muscles flex underneath his shirts making your knees go weak just like always. And that scars just add to your affection towards him.
âPlease, donât hide from me. Let me love you with your scars and everything else. In my eyes, you will always be the man I fell in love with.â
And for the first time since knowing him, you the grown man in front of you break down in tears. His arms wrap around you hungrily, pressing you against his own body as if youâre air and he canât breathe. Yes, you are the light to his darkness, the sun after rain. What would he do without you? Where would he be without you by his side? Through all these hellish weeks you stood with him, making sure heâs feeling well. Will he ever be able to thank you enough for that? Never.
âI love you more than words can sayâ, he breathes against your outer ear.
âGod, how much I love you, (y/n)âŠâ
âPlease believe me when I say that I love you just the way you are, Kento. You will always be enough for me. A few scars wonât change that.â
His eyes lock with yours and there is no doubt that you are telling the truth. Yes, you really do love him the way he is. Even if his skin is scarred through the hands of fire, even if heâll never look like the man youâve met first. In the glimmer of your eyes he will always be Kento Nanami.
âSo youâll stay with me even though I look like this?â
You wrap your arms around him again, your head laying against his scarred chest. Oh, how much you missed the feeling of being skin to skin with him, how much your hungry gaze longed for him all bare.
âIâd say I even love you a little more since Shibuyaâ, you reply.
Gently, you cup his face with your hands. Yes, a few scars here and there wonât change the beauty you see within the man in front of you.
âYou are my everything, (y/n).â
His lips brush against yours, arms caging you against his body.
God, how much you love that man. More than the entire earth.
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Hmm. You and Eddie having a running gag where he proposes to you in restaurants for free desert but one day itâs not a joke anymore and heâs really asking đ đ«ą
AN | I adore this concept and hope I did it justice! Enjoy đ„°
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.9k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
You were about to say something to Eddie, leaning across the table, immediately getting lost in those big brown eyes like you had a million times before. But before any words could make it out of your mouth, a loud burst of cheering and applause interrupted you. Both of you turned to look at the sudden commotion and your heart immediately flipped a few times. Â
There was a man down on one knee, holding out a box containing a beautiful, ornate ring to a very bored looking woman. Within seconds she switched and was crying, dramatically fanning at her eyes before shouting a loud yes and eagerly grabbing the ring out of the box. You exchanged a look with Eddie, who playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled.Â
After a few moments, when everything settled down you spied the waiter bringing out what appeared to be a very fancy dessert that was allegedly compliments of the restaurant. You motioned your head in their direction so Eddie would look; you clocked the amused little expression.Â
âSo, Iâm like totally certain theyâre going to be divorced within a year if they even make it to the wedding,â you whispered so only he could hear, âbut that dessert looks fantastic.â
âAnd free,â he joked, âwhatâs better than that? Iâm curious though, why donât you think theyâll make it?â
âItâs obvious,â you stated as he shook his head in amusement, âlook at the body language, heâs clearly older, and sheâs barely said anything, heâs the one doing all the talking. Plus, when he asked the question, she didnât go to hug him, she just grabbed the ring. Tell me youâre in it for the money without telling me.â
âAhhh,â he watched with a tender expression on his face that you missed from your little spy session, âvery observant of you, my smart girl.â
âCould never be me,â you shook your head before grabbing your wine and finishing the glass.Â
âOh?â Eddie teased, his pretty pink lips quirked into a dopey grin, âyou arenât dating me for my money?â
âSorry rockstar,â you nudged his foot with yours before beaming at him, âIâm only with you because I love and adore you.â
âDamn,â he sighed dramatically, âhere I was thinking if I was in a semi-popular local rock band Iâd have you all over me for material things.â
âNah,â you couldnât help yourself as you leaned over and kissed his cheek, âall I ever need is you. Besides, marriage is a sham. You donât need to be married to be happyâŠall you really need is love, ya know?â
âTotally,â he agreed, his mind already reeling with a thousand different thoughts; all of them started and ended, however, with how much he loved you.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
The first time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him
âBabe,â you hear him before you see him as you stand in front of the full length mirror, looking yourself over. You saw his roguish curls in the mirror behind you as he breathed in sharply, âholy fuck.â
âWhat?â you turned around and looked down to see if something had happened to your dress, âwhatâs wrong?â
âNothing is wrong,â he tenderly reached over, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, "you're just so beautiful - how do you keep getting more beautiful? It's unfair."
"Eddie," your face warmed up as you tried to brush him off. He opened his mouth to say something else but you slapped your hand over it, "I've worn this dress loads! And I look the same as always. So dramatic, honey boy."
The boy in question turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "I said what I said."
"Fine," his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling into his warm frame, "you're getting more and more handsome all the time. Now can we please get going? Otherwise we'll miss our reservation and we've had it for months!"
"Do you trust me?"
âWhat do youâŠof course, Eds. More than anyone.â
âGood.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
It was about halfway through your meal of ridiculously exquisite food and smooth alcohol that you noticed something was off. Eddieâs expression shifted between excitement and nerves and you wondered what he was up to. But you never got the opportunity to ask because your metalhead pushed back his chair and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, black velveteen box.
âEdsâŠâ
âAngel, darling, absolute love of my life,â your eyes widened in surprise as you lightly shook your head in a vain attempt to stop. You should have known better. You should have known that he was still getting down on one knee in front of you, âI love you beyond measure, beyond what I ever thought was possible. You have made me the happiest and luckiest man in the world. Thereâs no one else Iâd rather spend the rest of my life with. Will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband?â
âEddie,â you hissed under your breath, acutely aware of the fact that seemingly every eye in the house was trained on the two of you, âwhatâre you doing?!â
âTrust me.â
âY-Yes,â you nodded, a grimace that could be mistaken for a nervous smile on your face. At least you really were surprised, âof course IâllâŠmarry you.â
He grabbed the ring out of the box - that alone left you with a load of questions - and delicately placed it on your ring finger. You laughed nervously as he leaned in to kiss you, a large hand gently cradling your face, âjust trust me baby.â
To anyone else it probably looked like a sweet exchange between now fiancees; not him trying to calm you and you trying not to glare daggers. After a few more soft pecks placed on his lips, he sat back down as people around you clapped happily.
âEdward Munson,â you digusised your annoyance with a sticky, sweet smile, âwhat the fuck?â
âI-â
âFor the happy couple,â a waitress magically appeared, holding a plate piled with a delicious dessert and set it down between the two of you, âyour meal and everything is on the house this evening. Congratulations!â
âThank you,â he gave her that stupidly dazzling smile as you suddenly put the pieces together. Once she walked away, he cocked his head to the side and looked at you with a triumphant smile, âI love you, baby.â
âYouâre an absolute bastard,â there was no malice behind your words as you grabbed one of the forks, âall of this for a free dessert? Ridiculous man.â
âYout ridiculous man,â his pretty cheeks were tinged with pink and his doe eyes were glittering with joy. Maybe you did just fall in love with him a little more in that moment, âand in case you didnât hear her, itâs all on the house. So there you go - we finally got to try the restaurant you wanted and it was free! And all it took was getting fake engaged.â
âNever change, Eddie Munson,â you whispered, clinking your fork against his, âI love you endlessly.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
The second time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him
âBaby, baby, baby,â Eddie sang happily as he walked through the front door to the little house youâd made a home. Heâd just gotten off work at the body shop, giddy to come home and see his best girl. It amused you sometimes; he still kept his day job, despite his bandâs increasing popularity and notoriety. You looked from the bowl of brownie batter you were whipping up and beamed at him. He came over and picked you up before spinning around a few times, âIâve missed you.â
âEddie!â you were dizzied and breathless from his affection, âyouâre filthy - youâre gonna ruin my new dress!â
âIâll buy you a hundred new ones,â he promised, setting you down and taking you face in hands. His touch was soft and gentle, despite his rough, calloused fingertips, âmy beautiful girl.â
âYou better kiss me,â your heart was pitter-pattering wildly as butterflies exploded in your tummy, âif youâre going to keep looking at me like that.â
âYeah?â a small, hopeful little question.
âYeah,â so he kissed you, and kissed until you were melding into his body and breathless, âI love you, Eds.â
âLet me take you out,â you bounced on your heels and couldnât but squeal softly. Itâd been a bit since youâd last had a proper date night between your busy schedules, âwanna show off my girl.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âYou look like youâve got something to say,â you pointed at him with your fork and Eddie shook his head, the picture of innocence and tranquility. You werenât buying it for a moment - you knew him better than anyone else, âdonât lie to me. I know youâre up to something, Edward.â
âThe full name?â he put his hand on his heart, groaning dramatically, âbaby, you wound me.â
âThen tell me.â
âListenâŠâ he paused, taking a moment to compose himself before nodding, âyouâre right - there is something I want to say.â
âEddieâŠâ the chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor as he stood up and came over to your side of the table. He didnât have to get all the way down on his knee for you to know what was happening. You couldnât even be annoyed or made at him, instead you were giggling, hiding your face behind your hand.Â
He reached up and gently pulled your hand away, holding it in one of his hands, âsweetheart - you are the light of my lifeâŠyou are the best thing thatâs ever happened to me and Iâm so glad I walked into the record store that afternoon and ran into you - literally. The past few years have been like a dream and I canât wait to spend the rest of them with you. Angel, will you do me the honor of marrying me?â
You were more prepared this time and didnât miss a beat as you nodded softly. He fumbled in his pocket and displayed that same ring to you, and this time you eagerly held out your hand for him to slip it on, âIâd marry you a hundred times over.â
The two of you shared a knowing little kiss before reaching down to pull him up your lips, kissing him with a golden intensity. He nudged his nose against yours before whispering, ânice job, sweetheart. We really sold it.â
He kissed the tip of your nose before jokingly bowing and waved to your curious audience before pointing to you. You felt shy at the attention from the other diners and kept your gaze trained on him. You couldnât deny that the idea of being his wife wasâŠmore intoxicating than youâd ever thought.Â
âWhat?â he asked as caught you watching him with heart eyes, âsomething on my face?â
âNo,â you promised, âI just really love you is all.â
âI love you,â a tender, soft spoken statement, dissolved into a wink, âfuture wife.â
This time around, dessert didnât soothe your soul nearly as much as the thought of calling Eddie your husband.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
The third time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him
âEddie?â you walked into the small rehearsal space that Corroded Coffin used, eager to see him after a long day. You found him as the last straggler, carefully stowing away his guitar, speaking sweetly to it, which only made you shake your head in adoration. You were head over heels in love with this man, âhello, my love.â
âHi baby,â he held out his arms and immediately made grabby hands towards you, âcuddles please.â
"Funny," you walked to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, smashing your face into his back, "I was gonna ask you for the same thing."
"Great minds think alike," one of his hands settled on yours, promoting to shy softly, "what's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing at all,â you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, âjust wanted to see you. Wanna go out to dinner? Itâs late and itâs been a long week, Iâm starving, andâŠkinda just wanna show off my man.â
âHow could I ever say no to you?â
âYou donât. Youâve learned well for the past years, my love!â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
There really was nothing better than being with Eddie and getting to be in his magical orbit. It was easy to get lost in him, to fall so deeply entranced that you forgot everything else around you. That was, until of course, he shot you a wink accompanied by a cheeky smile. You knew the drill by now and werenât phased as he went through the motions of a grand proposal.Â
Eddie spoke sweet words to you and while you knew that everything he was saying was true, you couldnât stop the pang in your heart knowing the proposal wasnât real. The ring was a silly little thing, a cheap one from the local department store, but that didnât even really matter. You would have married him with a paper ring. And thatâs when it hit you.
You wanted to marry him. Youâd always been convinced that marriage was not for you and something you never wanted and yetâŠhere you were. Eddie Munson had changed everything for you.Â
In that moment, while he went through the proposal spiel and asked you to marry him, you pretended he meant it when you said yes. Because you did mean it. The free meal and dessert couldnât hold a candle to your happiness and love for him. But then again, it didnât hurt either.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âŠand the time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him for real
âI have an idea,â Eddie almost jumped on the bed as he came out of the bathroom, pajamas on and hair pulled into a messy bun. You set down your book and turned to him, your own smile matching his enthusiasm. Almost as if he couldnât stop himself, he kissed you, slow and saccharine, âa brilliant idea.â
âTell me,â you brushed a few of his unruly curls out of his face before touching his cheek, âif Eddie Munson had an idea, it has to be good.â
âVery funny,â but he was laughing too, ânext weekend, letâs take a little trip out of town, just you and I. Whaddya say?â
âWhatâs the occasion?â
âThere is none,â he grinned wolfishly, âjust want to spend some quiet time away with my girl.â
âCount me in,â you agreed, your amusement quickly turned into a squeal of surprise as he laid down and pulled you on top of, looking up at you with reverence, âI love you, ya know?â
âThatâs good,â he mused softly, ââcause Iâm crazy in love with you.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âHave I told you how beautiful you look?â If there was one thing Eddie loved, it was flirting. Flirting with you, in particular and despite how long youâd been together it still made you giggly and shy. You leaned forward on your elbow and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, âbecause youâre a knockout, baby.â
âShut up,â a soft, gentle response that made him cheese harder, âbesides itâs the dress. The dress you happened to pick out and get for me, dummy.â
âYou donât like it?â his expression turned worried as you shook your head.
âI love it,â you put your hand on his arm, âitâs stunning - thank you for it. This whole weekendâŠitâs been magical.â
âYou deserve it,â he promised and that damned smile made you want to melt into a puddle, âthereâs something else you deserveâŠâ
And this time you hadnât been expecting it. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small box. Your surprise was genuine as he hadnât done this in a while and you werenât thinking he would do it during an already over the top luxe weekend.Â
He kneeled down in front of you and reached for your hand as you tried to sus out what was going. He exhaled slowly before catching your head and almost chucking at your deer in headlights expression, âbaby. IâŠI donât know where to start. This went smoother in my mind!â
âEddieâŠâ
âEvery single word Iâve said to you the times Iâve âproposedâ have been true and Iâve meant it,â oh. What was going on? He laughed nervously, âand I still mean it. Youâre it for me and Iâve been a goner for you since the day we met. I love you beyond measure.â
âEdward.â
âI know weâve always kind of made fun of marriage and how outdated the whole institution of it is,â the back of eyes started to prickle as you squeeze his hand, âbut Iâd really like to call you my wife. It has a nice ring to it.â
With that opened a small box and showed you the ring heâd picked out. It was gorgeous and way more than you could have ever dreamed of or asked for. You looked at him as if to say seriously and he nodded sweetly.
âWill you marry me?â it was barely above a whisper, inaudible to everyone else but you, âfor real?â
âYeah?â a few tears rolled down your cheeks which he gently brushed away.
âYeah baby,â he promised, âI kinda really want to be your husband.â
âYes, fuck yes,â you barely had a moment to realize what was going on before he was kissing you, sweetly and softly but with every ounce of love behind it. He pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to slip the ring onto your finger, lacing his fingers through yours, âI love you so much, Eddie.â
âI love you, angel. So much.â
And then he kissed you again and the world all but disappeared, including the clapping restaurant patrons, and all you knew was him.Â
Your soon-to-be husband.
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Okay I kept thinking about this post and Steve being a BNF of Corroded Coffin message board of the internet of yore.
Alright so way back in the nineties Suzie hooks everyone up with the internet, yes? Yes. Eddie and Steve got together in '92 after some mutual pining and a few disastrous relationships that couldn't handle 1) Steve and Robin's general QPR clinginess 2) Eddie's intensity 3) the secrecy required if having multiple years of monster fighting and subsequent NDAs and the trauma associated therein. They're older and more settled and ready for an Adult Relationship.
Corroded Coffin is gaining traction and doing really well and the internet is still a brave new frontier, so Steve says to Eddie something like "I'm going to see if there's some message boards about you đ„°" and find them he sure does. So he makes accounts and posts under the username EddiesOnlyGroupie because he's hilarious and also the mods banned him from using EddieMunsonsHusband (he figured it was fine on the internet because nobody actually knew who he was but APPARENTLY NOT homophobia lives on in the digital age). He gets pretty well known in the Corroded Coffin fandom, most assuming he's a woman because he will go off on how hot Eddie looked at a gig. Like. Saying unhinged internet shit because 1) true and 2) he and Eddie think it's so funny. Everyone kinda believes the groupie thing too because of all the performance pics he's able to post and how he'll sometimes offer tidbits if knowledge about the band.
When they transition from chatrooms to livejournal etc he follows, with the same username. He's kind of a legend by the mid aughts. EOG is the acronym people use when discussing theories on his identity, and he's like "guys I'm literally his only groupie it's self explanatory. Guys why don't you believe me Eddie hasn't slept with anyone but me since 1992. We're basically married". He goes "it's not a mystery we literally are in love and Jeff and I go to Cubs games and cry when they inevitably lose together. Gareth is Godfather to my cats" (Eddie is still offended that he was not named Sassafras and Moonshine's godfather when Steve and Robin adopted them in '89). No one believes him.
Possibly because he still thirsts after Eddie and whenever someone posts a new Eddie pic those in the know wait for him to pop up with comments like "I want to bite his neck omg" "he has no ass but nobody is perfect I'll settle between his thighs anyway" and "literally a crime I am not married to him right now what the fuck" As twitter grows he swoops in to grab his handle, and follows a bunch of other CC fan accounts (some of them old friends, some of them new to the scene)(EOG 100% has his own fanlore page, which also has speculation on who he is and how he gets all the bts pics. It also doesn't believe when he says what it says on the tin. He's Eddie's only groupie.)
tumblr and tiktok come round and Steve is like. Openly horny on main. He's seen some shit go down on the internet but he's still commenting on Eddie fan edits that are title shit like "why am I attracted to this middle-aged white man" and "retro cc fancam" with things like "I'd let him lick the inside of my ear and only bring it up to tease him on special occasions" "his FINGERS" "back in '89 Jeff and Howie and Claire staged a mutany over this song because they were 'sick of Eddie only writing about biting bats' lmao" and "Jeff is my favourite member of cc"(just to stir the pot)
Eddie comes out in the 2010's and he's like "yeah I've been in a long term relationship with someone who is usually mostly a man kinda (gender is fucky) for the past twenty years, lol. His name's Steve. I love him a lot even if he mocks me online." and of course EOG comments "the mods of that old message board should have let me keep my original handle of EddieMunsonsHusband. When're you gonna make it reality, Munson? smh" and everyone is like Huh?? EOG is a MAN? And he's like yeah? Sometimes?? Not always?
(He 100% thinks this is him telling people he's Eddie's Steve. They don't get the message)
Anyways life goes on Steve continues to thirst under pictures of Eddie, he has his pronouns and name in his bio on twitter (Steve, he/him, she/her, Eddie Munson's first and only groupie đłïžâđđłïžââ§ïž ) and continues to post behind the scenes photos that shockingly few people question (she always says "because I'm his groupie" though. He and Eddie think this is VERY funny and also true. Robin groans. They've been making the same joke for two decades.) and people believe it because Eddie has interacted EOG sometimes, liking photos or videos, commenting sometimes. (Steve has a more professional realname account that he rarely uses but Eddie usually tags Steve there)
And THEN Internet user EddiesOnlyGroupie says he's taking a few weeks off for her honeymoon because "I'm finally marrying the man of my dreams!" And people are happy for him but also bummed because Eddie is also taking a two week hiatus but EOG promises wedding and honeymoon photos. (Face reveal! Sorta!)((he doesn't get why people are excited because he's pretty sure he's been in a lot of Eddie's recent pictures, but whatever)
Imagine the Internet's surprise when Eddie Munson posts a collection of pictures spanning '86 to his 2016 wedding of him and Steve, including one of Steve looking seriously at an old desktop computer, captioned "Steve starting his internet career" and tags EOG.
Steve qrt with "I told yall. I'm his only groupie, and they should've let me keep EddieMunsonsHusband even if they WERE homophobic. Because now it's TRUE"
Niche internet community drama chaos ensues.
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Iâm actually obsessed w Spencer Reid rn. Please can you write something really really cute and fluffy and reader gets drunk while out meeting Spencerâs team, and starts getting really jealous and protective of him, clinging to his waist and scowling at any girl, (or boy, because reader explains that her boy is so pretty that she bets men love him too), that come anywhere near him. The team tease the two lovingly, but when reader gets so overwhelmed and clingy that she starts to cry, Spencer melts. He starts massaging her hair, cuddling her close to his chest. Heâs praising her and telling her how much he adores her and only her.
He drives her home, and it ends in the two falling asleep whilst spooning each other <3
Hii, ty for the requestđ„°! Hope this is okay. Sorry it took me so long. Warnings: use of pet names, mentions of alcohol, jealous!reader, fluff (0.9k)
It's not your first time meeting Spencer's team, so you definitely aren't shy to have a good time along with some drinks.
But eventually, one drink turns into one too many and you end up drunk. And it's not just you, it's everybody, except for the drivers of the night. Meaning Spencer, he's your driver for the night, so he sticks to a soda for the whole night.
And actually, Spencer goes to get you a soda as well, not wanting you to get anymore drunk. He knows, you'll feel terrible in the morning with how many drinks you've had already.
When he comes back with the sodas and sits next to you, your whole face lights up at the sight of him and you immediately make yourself comfortable on his lap.
"Wha- Oh, okay, "Spencer doesn't get the chance to say anything as you sit in his lap. He only chuckles at it and so does the team.
"W-what?" you cluelessly giggle along with them, a bit confused why they are all laughing.
"Nothing, "Emily answers for all of them and chuckles some more.
You frown drunkenly, but the frown dissappears just as quickly as it came, when you feel Spencer squeezing your thigh (lovingly).
You look at him, your expression completely lovesick," you look so handsome tonight Spence," your attempt of a whisper is very, very far from actually whispering.
"Just today?" Spencer actually whispers with a teasing smile.
"Noooo," you drag the 'o' for a bit too long, " y-you always look v-very handsome."
Again, you fail to whisper, so the team hears your answer clearly.
"He really does and I think some other people here think it, too " Derek chuckles and his eyes end up on a table at the back of the bar, the people there are visibly ogling Spencer.
When you notice it, you scowl. It's surprising, that you can even see that far back with your kind of blurry vission, but you do.
It looks quite comical, how you drunkenly glare at them. But you can't help it, why are they looking at Spence, your Spence, like that?
"Woah, woah, woah, babe, you're gonna kill someone with that look," Emily teases you, she's just as drunk as you, so she finds her comment very funny and laughs. You, on the other hand, glare at her, as well.
"You guys are being so mean," you slur as you point at the team and they just laugh some more. You can't help, but to giggle with them, too. You can't even remember why you were upset a few seconds ago as you laugh with them. Spencer only shakes his head at how ridiculous you all are, although there's a smile on his face, too.
Once the laughter dies down and everybody starts a small talk of their own. Your endorphins seem to run out of your system and your ecstatic mood dissappears.
Spencer notices it immediately, your sad face and dejected sitting position tell him enough. He knows, it's time for you and him to go home and get some sleep.
He asks you if you want to go home and you just tiredly nod.
Spencer gently pulls you up onto your wobbly legs and says goodbye to everyone for you both. He walks you to the car (or more like he carries you there, because you put your whole bodyweight on him) and he even puts on the seatbelt for you.
Before Spencer can even start the car, you are sniffling softly with big tears running down your cheeks.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Spencer instantly worries, taking your face into his hands and wiping away the loose tears.
"I just....I just l-love you so much," you hiccup as you respond to his question. And Spencer swears, he couldn't love you any more after hearing your adorable answer.
"Yeah? Is that why you're crying?" he gives you a warm, amused smile.
"M-maybe," you don't really know why you're crying. Spencer thinks, it might be the alcohol in your system messing with your hormones.
Spencer would laugh at your answer if you didn't look so damn sad about it. Instead he just says, "come here."
He hugs you and you very eagerly hug him back. Spencer runs his hand up and down over your back until the sniffling stops and until he can't feel anymore tears wetting his t-shirt.
He pulls you away from him carefully, "are you feeling better? Should we head home now, huh?"
You nod sluggishly, " y-yeah, but w-will you hug me some more at home?"
"Of course, however long you want, sweetheart," Spencer smiles at you and raises your intertwined hands towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand.
You smile at him, happy to hear Spencer's promise of cuddles and you contentedly look out of the window, while Spencer starts the car.
By the time Spencer parks the car, you are out, fast asleep in the front seat. He can't blame you, the roar of the engine would lull him to sleep too if he was just as tired and just as drunk as you.
Spencer, though unwillingly, wakes you up. You wake up, confused as to where you are, but you smile sleepily at Spence, when you realise it's him.
"Come on, love. Let's get you inside," you lean heavily on him as you walk to the apartment.
Once, you're inside, Spencer helps you change into comfy pyjamas and removes your make-up (you are half asleep as he does that). He prepares a glass of water and painkillers for you on the bedside table for the morning.
When Spencer finally joins you in the bed, you are sleeping again. He pulls you towards him and cuddles you close, you sigh happily into his chest. You two stay like that the whole night, Spencer hugs you tightly just like he promised, he would.
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pairings: charles leclere x singer! reader
summary: your teasing your new singles that are inspired by your recent hate/"controversy"
face claim: madison beer, pinterest girls (aesthetic purposes only!)
a/n: pt2 of anti-hero but could also be read as a standalone!! i will be making a pt3 so lookout for that đđ (the comments are long mb and also yes ik slut & vigilante shit arenât on the same album but this is fiction!!!)
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ynlnofficial secrets out ig! at least i finally get to show off my sexy man đđđ€«đđđđ
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charles_leclerc i love you so much chĂ©rie đ
âł ynlnofficial i love you more honey â€ïž
charles_leclerc our privacy only lasted for three months đ
âł landonorris YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN DATING FOR THREE MONTHS???
âł ynlnofficial yeah đđ
âł ynhatersclub doesnât that mean you cheated on your ex with him
âł ynlnofficial um no actually!! those photos of us arguing we were already broken up and were friends only but then he started getting jealous when i would hangout with charles, we werenât even together at that time, but he was degrading me and calling me stuff iâve seen a lot in my comments thatâs why i was crying. our breakup was in private months before those pictures were taken so keep hating on me even though you donât know the full story.
âł ynmylove OH YOU GAGGED HER
oscarpiastri when i tell you my jaw dropped (no it didnât because i already knew, my detective skills are too amazing đȘ)
ynlnupdates BYE NOT YOU POSTING THE PAPARAZZI PICS OF YOU TWO
ynfan101 YOU DID NOT COME TO PLAY WITH THE LYRICS
âł ynmylove sheâs bold bold đđ
âł ynlnupdates she really shut everyone up, as she should!
arthur_leclerc WHEN CAN I MEET YOU
âł charles_leclerc no
âł arthur_leclerc why no? đ€Ź
âł charles_leclerc donât want you scaring her away from me
ynlnsucks where are all the hate comments? i need to like them all đđ
âł yntheclown sheâs probably deleting them all đ
sabrinacarpenter so happy for you, you deserve nothing but love and happiness đ€
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charles_leclerc my beautiful, talented, amazing, sweet, funny, lovely gf i love you! đđ
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ynlnofficial BABY THE CAPTION IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY
ynlnofficial i love you so much more handsome đđ
yourbsfuser y/nâs body is tea
âł ynlnofficial did i eat or did i eat đ€«đ€«
âł yourbsfuser oh bestie you ATE TF UP
landonorris this is so cute iâm gonna throw up
arthur_leclerc my future sister in law fr
âł ynlnofficial literally!! (i will never let go of cha đđ)
âł charles_leclerc yay đ„łđ„ł (please let me out of your basement)
ynfan101 YOUR HAND IN THE SECOND PIC HELLO
âł ynmylove i gasped when i saw
mrsleclerc she doesnât deserve you
oscarpiastri call me a professional stalker or wtv đ€«đ
âł ynlnofficial oh thatâs notâŠ
âł oscarpiastri in the sense thatâŠ
âł ynfan101 i love how well y/n and charles friends are already getting along đ„°
yntheclown she only wants your money, wake up.
iloveyn WAIT A MIN GUYS THE FOURTH SLIDE?
âł ynloml NEW ALBUM?????
âł charles_leclerc đ€«đ€
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ynlnofficial đ€đ¶
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charles_leclerc i am so ready
âł iloveyn ready for what đ€š
ynloml are you teasing a new song or albumâŠ
ynmylove iâm manifesting a new album đ
ynhatersclub delete your whole existence
sabrinacarpenter đ€đ€
yourbsfuser youâre so hot marry me đ
âł ynlnofficial anything for you gorgeous đđ
âł charles_leclerc stop trying to steal my gf đĄ
oscarpiastri time to go into stalker mode again to solve this mystery
âł ynlnofficial oh!
ynlnsucks second pic is true đ€Ą
enyaumanzor babeâŠ
âł ynlnofficial yesâŠ
arthur_leclerc white and black pics (white = **** black = ********* ****)
âł ynlnofficial ok genius đ€âïž
âł ynmylove does this mean two songs?!?!?!
âł ynloml wait guys hear me outâŠy/n gave a sneak peak of her new songs to arthur and charles because it seems theyâre the only ones who arenât confused
âł iloveyn no because you have a point
yntheclown whereâs your shirt
âł ynlnofficial on @/charles_leclerc bedroom floor :))
âł ynlnupdates your honor i fear she ate đčđčđč
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charles_leclerc what if all i need is you?
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arthur_leclerc got love struck went straight to my head
âł ynlnofficial got love sick all over my bed
âł ynmylove OHMYGOD ARE THESE LYRICS
âł ynloml ITS HAPPENING
âł ynfan101 FINALLY WEâRE GETTING MORE MASTERPIECES
iloveyn the fact that both charles and his brother arthur know the lyrics to her song that hasnât even been released yet
yourbsfuser face card never declines
âł ynlndrama it always does
âł ynhatersclub sheâs ugly on the inside and outside
âł charles_leclerc blocked and reported
âł ynlnofficial you want me so badly
âł charles_leclerc well you are my gf for a reason
landonorris how come arthur got a sneak peak of y/nâs song but i didnât?? đ
âł oscarpiastri sucks to be you ig đčđč
âł landonorris HAVE YOU HEARD IT?!
âł ynlnofficial he blackmailed me to let him listen to it before it was released ://
âł carlossainez55 say what now?
âł oscarpiastri told you guys iâm a professional stalker
ynlnsucks itâs probably trash
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oscarpiastri me listening to side a vs me listening to side b
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charles_leclerc ME
arthur_leclerc i go from đ„°đđ to đđ€đŠčđ»ââïž
landonorris @/ynlnofficial show me to me please, send it to me rachel đđ
âł ynlnofficial đ©âđŠŻââĄïž
ynlnofficial YAS KING, đ you dropped this
âł ynlnupdates YOUâRE TOO FUNNY Y/N
ynlnofficial thanks for the support pookie dookie đ„ž
âł oscarpiastri i do not agree with that nickname
carlossainez55 havenât heard it yet đđ
âł landonorris me either đȘ
âł landonorris iâm going insane
âł ynlnofficial youâll live â€ïž
charles_leclerc ok but you donât love her music like i love her music
âł oscarpiastri are you trying to gatekeep y/n đ
âł charles_leclerc yes.
yourbsfuser ms girl did not come to play
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ynlnofficial slut coming out in 3 days, vigilante shit coming out in 6 days đ€đ€
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landonorris THREE DAYS??? SIX DAYS??? I CANNOT WAIT THAT LONG
enyaumanzor serving cunt as always queen
landonorris iâm genuinely tweaking
âł ynlnofficial yikes! well too bad so sad đ„°đ„°
sabrinacarpenter will be streaming
âł ynlnsucks the fact that the only person she replied to is lando, didnât even reply to her own bf
ynlnupdates IM BEYOND EXCITED
yourbsfuser PERIOD QUEEN I LOVE TO SEE IT
ynmylove iâm gonna faint.
yntheclown itâs gonna flop
ynhatersclub is your bf gonna buy all your listeners?
charles_leclerc canât wait for everyone else to hear your masterpieces đ
âł landonorris i canât wait either đđđđđ
arthur_leclerc SCREAMING
ynlndrama we donât want this trash
ynswifeyy FREAKING TF OUT
oscarpiastri đ„łđ„ł
ynlnsucks boring
âł ynfan101 stfu no one asked for your opinion
zendaya i already know iâm gonna love them both
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charles_leclerc my gfâs new songs is out, go stream slut on any music platform đđ
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charles_leclerc forgot to mention iâm super proud of you @/ynlnofficial đđ
âł ynlnofficial in a world of boys youâre a gentleman â€ïž
landonorris FINALLY I GET TO HEAR IT
ynlnsucks insta needs to add a dislike button
âł charles_leclerc thanks for reminding me to block you :))
ynfan101 RIPPING MY HAIR OUT
oscarpiastri ascending to heaven
ynlnofficial i love you with all my heart cha, i couldnât have done this without you :((
âł charles_leclerc iâll always be here to pull you in when you breakdown, i love you so much amour!!
ynmylove ik this is the bare minimum BUT HES SO PERFECT FOR HER
yourbsfuser THE BEST SONG TO EVER BEEN WRITTEN
ynloml when sheâs so in love she writes a song about him >>
âł ynlnupdates and the fact that she never wrote a song about her ex
â€ïž by creator and ynlnofficial
arthur_leclerc EVERYONE GO STREAM MY SISTER IN LAWS NEW SONG NOW!!! (or else iâll haunt you in your dreams.)
âł ynlnofficial well maybe letâs not threaten people!
âł charles_leclerc IF EVERYONE DOESNâT LISTEN TO MY GFâS NEW SONG I WILL RETIRE FROM F1
âł ynlnofficial CHARLES LECLERC DONâT EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT
âł charles_leclerc sorry :// (no iâm not)
landonorris i cant stop listening to it, istg ive played it 10 times already
âł ynlnofficial it was just released like half an hour ago???
âł landonorris ITS SO GOOD IM OBSESSED
carlossainez55 running to spotify
pierregasly a tear was shed
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ynlnofficial âslutâ is out now!! i wanna give a special thanks to the loml for always being there for me with open arms đđ
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arthur_leclerc art (except for that fact that itâs about my brother đ€ą)
ynmylove honestly itâs one of the best songs iâve heard in awhile
charles_leclerc i love you so much i swear iâm gonna marry you one day â€ïž
âł ynlnofficial SHUT UP (donât actually shut up because i love you future husband đ)
ynlnupdates ATE DOWN AND LEFT NO CRUMBS
landonorris my new favorite song!!!!!
ynmywifeyy thank you for this wonderful song mother đ
enyaumanzor slut will be included in my media of the week
âł ynlnofficial youâre amazing ily??????!?!?
ynhatersclub give us nothing like always ms gold digging slut đđ
âł charles_leclerc while youâre too busy hating on a successful and beautiful woman you probably cry yourself to sleep WISHING you could be half the woman she is.
âł ynloml oh to have a supportive bf who defends you like charles does
sabrinacarpenter sososo good! đ€
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yntheclown and the whole crowd boos and throws tomatoes at you
âł landonorris and the whole friend group blocks and reports you
yourbsfuser youâre welcome for taking that first pic (unlike charles)
âł oscarpiastri he was too busy drooling over y/n
âł charles_leclerc and im not ashamed about it
ynlnsucks gold digger
âł carlossainez55 be more creative next time you wanna insult an icon
ynlndrama they can never make me like you đ„đ„
âł oscarpiastri no one cares or asked đ„đ„
ynmylove itâs so sweet the way the guys defend y/n :((
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ynlnupdates your honor theyâre made for each other!! (the lyrics are so sweet i wanna cry)
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ynfan101 SO CUTENESS AHH
ynlnsucks đ€ąđ€ą
yntheclown trigger warning next time
ynmywifeyy my fav couple
ynlnofficial future husband đđ
âł ynlndrama until he runs out of money and you move onto the next rich guy
ynhatersclub sheâs such an annoying person and is only acting like the victim for fame
yourbsfuser no one compares to them
charles_leclerc the literal love of my life â€ïžâ€ïž
ynlnupdates HELP NOT OSCAR LIKING
âł ynmylove heâs the biggest y/ncharles supporter
âł ynlnofficial heâs our child
âł oscarpiastri đđ
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no more shots | MV1, LN4
female!reader x max verstappen or lando norris, up to the readerÂ
pov: youâre good friends with the drivers on the grid and after a wild night of celebrating your birthday, you get to relive what happened through watching your stories on instagram. lets just say it was a birthday youâll never forget.Â
warnings: alcohol consumption, talk of being intoxicated, reader is completely conscious, mention of kissing/making out, small amount of swearing, i think thats it
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yourusername posted on their story Â
caption: birthday festivities in full bloom @yourbestfriend, @yoursister, @friend2Â
â° lilymhe: girl i cant wait to celebrate tonightÂ
â° landonorris: hope youre ready for my fire dj skillsÂ
â° yourbestfriend: girl the boys are gonna drool tonight ;)Â
â° carmenmmundt: i hope you liked the flowers from george and i !!Â
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landonorris posted on their story Â
caption: i went easy on her today cause its her birthday @yourusernameÂ
â° yourusername: & i still lost..it was worth a tryÂ
yourusername posted on their story
caption: only here for free drinks đđŒââïžÂ
â° lilymhe: i hope you still wonÂ
â° yourusername: you know i didnât but thank you for being optimisticÂ
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yourusername posted on their story Â
caption: i have the best sister in the whole world đ„č
â° danielricciardo: max and i helped too..
â° yourusername: thank you danny, i appreciate youÂ
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yourusername_private posted on their instagramÂ
landonorris, yourbestfriend, yoursister, georgerussell63 & others likedÂ
my mood for today because im realizing how loved i am and its overwhelmingÂ
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yourbestfriend: bestie WE only want the best for youÂ
yoursister: sis pull it together, you cant be crying once your makeups doneÂ
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yourbestfriend posted on their story Â
caption: let the drinking begin @yourusernameÂ
â° yourusername: â€ïž
yourusername posted on their instagram Â
maxverstappen1, yoursister, lilymhe, yourbestfriend & others likedÂ
its my birthday if you didnât know đž
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maxverstappen1: happy birthday, tonights gonna be something đ€Ș
â° yourusername: you already know itÂ
lilymhe: no one else i want to celebrate moreÂ
â° yourusername: i love youÂ
landonorris: pretty sure the whole world knowsÂ
â° yourusername: and is that a bad thing ?Â
â° landonorris: not at all đ
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carmenmmundt posted on their story Â
caption: celebrating the sweetest soul đ @yourusername @yourbestfriend @yoursister @lilymheÂ
â° yourusername: says you..but thank you lovely đ„°Â
danielricciardo posted on their story Â
caption: @yourusername first of many shots đ
â° yourusername: bring âem on đ
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yourusername_private posted a series of stories on instagram
caption: yes we did this Â
caption: my lovers @yourbestfriend @friend2 Â
caption: the papaya boys showed up @landonorris @oscarpiastriÂ
caption: the shots continue..
You posted the last story on your private instagram and then locked your phone. Sliding it into your back pocket, you looked around at your apartment where all your friends were scattered about.Â
You didnât always love your birthday but ever since becoming friends with the f1 drivers and some of their girlfriends, youâve adapted a new attitude towards the day as they make being alive more enjoyable and continue to show you how deeply they all care for you.Â
You turned to your left when you felt someone come stand beside you with their hand resting on the wall next to you, it was Lando âHey birthday girl, what are you doing over here on the sideâ he asked looking at you
âJust taking it all inâ you smiled at him answering his question. You were close with Lando, you had been right from the minute the two of you met. You both had similar personalities and when the two of you were together it really showed.Â
âWell let me know when youâre done doing that and weâll go do another round of shotsâ he smirked knowing you were a shot type of girl and would almost always shoot back whatever liquid was in a shot glass given to youÂ
âYou know me so wellâ you told him in response before taking his hand and leading him to the table where the alcohol was.Â
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yourusername posted on their story Â
caption: let the night commenceÂ
yoursister posted on their story Â
caption: tequila sodas in martini glasses >>> đ
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yourusername posted on their story
caption: hey look its @maxverstappen1Â
â° maxverstappen1: where are you ? we ordered another round of shotsÂ
â° yourusername: near the washroomsÂ
Max read your reply to his question and then set out to find you. You had a bad habit of walking off when you had been drinking and most of the time it was with someone else but sometimes it was by yourself which was why Max was going to look for you now, not wanting anything to happen.Â
He found you sure enough by the red bull sign near the womenâs washroom âMaxieeeâ you called out once you spotted him âyou found meâ you smiled at the manÂ
âI sure did, thanks for not movingâ he chuckled âDid you already use the washroom or are you waiting?â he asked, figuring that was the reason you were over here âI already wentâ you told himÂ
âAlright, let's get back to the others then, I believe thereâs a round of shots waiting for youâ he told you, you smiled wider, you loved your shots.Â
As you started walking towards him, you slightly stumbled a bit as the floor was a bit uneven but luckily Max was there to make sure you didnât fall and helped steady yourself. You didnât even process that his hands were on you holding you in place to regain your balance.Â
You couldnât tell if it was the alcohol in your system or the feeling of his hands on you but you could feel yourself getting hot. âYou good?â Max asked when you didnât say anything at firstÂ
âOh yeah, thanks, that wouldâve been embarrassing if I had fallenâ you joked, brushing off the feeling you experienced a few moments prior. Max still had his hands on you but once he realized, he retracted them and dropped them to his sidesÂ
âDonât worry, there wont be any falling on my watchâ he joked back, you just let out a small laugh and then the two of you made your way back to the others.Â
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lilymhe posted on their story Â
caption: my favourite dance partner @yourusernameÂ
â° alex_albon: rudeÂ
â° lilymhe: too bad - y/nÂ
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yourusername_private posted on their instagram Â
pierregasly, landonorris, yourbestfriend, charles_leclerc & others likedÂ
drunk night ft f1 drivers đ€Șđ€Șđ€Șđ€Ș
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landonorris: i look goodÂ
charles_leclerc: i donât even remember this happeningÂ
pierregasly: i wasnât even that drunkâŠ
yourbestfriend: my favourite out of these is the dude cropped out of the pic of lando and maxÂ
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yoursister posted on their storyÂ
caption: no f**ks given @yourusernameÂ
â° yourusername: oh my goodnessÂ
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yourusername_private posted on their story Â
caption: @yoursister does this make you a wag now ;0Â
â° yoursister: ur the worstÂ
â° yoursister: but yes it doesÂ
You laughed as you snapped the photo of your sister and Daniel and posted it on your story. You had suspicions that they were seeing each other but neither had confirmed anything until tonight when you caught them making out.Â
âHey lovebirds, weâre doing karaoke if you want to joinâ you said calling them taking them away from each other's lips âGo awayâ your sister said turning to you, glaring. You laughed and then walked back to the rest of your friends.Â
Tonight felt like it was never ending, you had done so many shots and had a couple cocktails. You were feeling great even if yes you were drunk and would probably wake up with a massive hangover, you were making memories with the people you cared most about.Â
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yourusername_private posted on their story Â
caption: they keep comingÂ
lilymhe posted on their story Â
caption: she may be my dance partner but sheâs alexâs karaoke partner @yourusername @alex_albon
â° yourusername: we were singing to youÂ
â° alex_albon: still butt hurt about the dance partner thingÂ
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yourusername_private posted a series of stories on instagramÂ
caption: @pierregasly embracing the wild nightÂ
â° pierregasly: if i wasnât drunk before this, i definitely was afterÂ
caption: maxieÂ
â° charles_leclerc: wow you actually got him to smileÂ
â° yourusername_private: he always smiles around me, maybe its youÂ
â° charles_leclerc: you can be meanÂ
â° yourusername_private: đ€·đ»ââïžÂ
caption: charlie
â° charles_leclerc: convinced you hate meÂ
â° yourusername_private: i swear i donâtÂ
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yourbestfriend posted on their storyÂ
caption: he stole my best friend đĄ @landonorris @yourusernameÂ
â° yourusername: oh geezÂ
â° landonorris: đ€Ș
It was now close to 3am and you definitely needed to call it a night. Everyone was beyond drunk, the most sober was probably Oscar and George which made you feel at ease knowing if someone needed to be sober one of them could step up.Â
You were on the dance floor with Lando, the alcohol controlling your every move because sober you wouldâve never danced that close to Lando or let him put his hands on your waist near your butt while your arms pulled him closer by placing them on his shoulders.Â
Sure Lando was an attractive man and you could understand the appeal but he was one of your best friends, you could never cross that line, could you? You had all these thoughts running through your brain but for some reason you kept dancing like this, until your best friend called your names and when you turned to her she had her phone out taking a quick picture of you two, similar to what you had done earlier with your sister and Daniel.Â
âWe should probably get out of hereâ Lando suggested âEveryoneâs pretty drunk, yourself includedâ he added as his hands remained on your waist. He was also just as drunk as you were and if he was being honest, he didnât mind the closeness between the two of you.Â
âYeah youre probably rightâ you agreed with him. Neither of you made any movement though just stared into each others eyes, caught up in the moment of how close your bodies were, it was as if neither of you knew whether to make a move or step away from one another.Â
âYouâre really prettyâ he told you. You werenât sure how to respond, he was your best friend, this was the alcohol talking or was there something here that you had missed before now.Â
To Lando, he wasnât sure if it was the alcohol talking but all he could think about in this moment was kissing you. With how close you were, it would be so easy to just lean in and join your lips but he wasnât sure if that was something you wanted.Â
Neither of you were so caught up in your own thoughts about the other, you almost missed the phone vibrating in your pocket, it was Lily.Â
You quickly picked up, âHey, everyoneâs outside, I think some of us are going to find food and some are ordering ubers to go home. If you and Lando want to join or stay here, its up to you twoâ she told you âWeâll be right outâ you told her before quickly hanging upÂ
âEveryoneâs either going home or getting food, we should go meet themâ you passed the message onto Lando before taking a step back causing him to retract his hands. Neither of you said anything after that and he just simply nodded. From there you both made your way towards the exit to your friends.Â
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yourusername posted on their story Â
caption: ending the night with my faves â„ïž @lilymhe @alex_albonÂ
( not pictured; max, charles & pierre )Â
â° alex_albon: you couldnât have waited till i was actually smilingÂ
â° yourusername: nopeÂ
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â°lilymhe: those fries hit the spot for sureÂ
After the six of you had finished eating, it was time for you to go your separate ways. You were ordering an uber and out of everyone you were still the most drunk, even with the food in your system so someone had to take an uber with you to be sure you got home safelyÂ
âI live in that area, Iâll go with herâ Max offered as everyone stood on the corner of the street outside the restaurant they were just in. You were sitting on the curb, just looking at your phone tracking the process of your uber.Â
âOkayâ Alex said âText one of us when youâre both home safelyâ Lily added then the two of them started making their way towards their hotel. They had sobered up and wanted to walk home seeing as the hotel wasnât far. That just left you, Max, Charles and Pierre.Â
âIts 4 minutes awayâ you told Max looking up to him before looking back to your phone. âDo you want us to wait?â Charles asked as him and Pierre were going in the same direction and their uber had just arrived âNo its fine, just text when youre homeâ Max said before the two drivers got in the uber leaving just you and Max.Â
âAre you cold?â Max asked when he noticed you were slightly shivering âNo Iâm fine, the uber will be here soonâ you told him as you stood up. Max just chuckled and noticed the way you indistinctly wrapped your arms around yourself. He shook his jacket off and laid it on your shoulders.Â
âThanksâ you gave him a small smile, as you put the jacket on properly and instantly felt warmer. Within a few seconds your uber was here and Max was opening the door for you. âOh why thank youâ you joked to him earning a small nod from Max acting as a doorman and then closing the door before walking around the car to get in on the other side.Â
It wasnât a long drive from where you had been to your place but in your drunken state, it felt longer. You hadnât even noticed your eyes starting to droop or the way your head rested on Maxâs shoulder, being engulfed by the warmth of his jacket.Â
By the time the uber pulled up to your place, you seemed to be sleeping. Max didnât want to disturb you so he carefully got you out of the vehicle, holding you in his arms. He did a double take of the backseat making sure nothing was left behind before thanking the driver and making his way up to your front door. You slightly stirred slightly awake.
âAre you able to get your keys out?â Max asked still carrying you but he could see you were sort of conscious âYeahâ you mumbled as you reached into your purse and pulled out your keys, turning slightly in Maxâs arms to open your door.Â
Once you were inside, you rested your head back on his shoulder and nuzzled into his warmth. He gently shut the door with his foot before making his way to your bedroom to put you down.Â
He walked in, laying you peacefully on your bed âWill you stay?â you asked ever so softly, Max almost didnât hear your request. He couldnât bare to say no so he gave you soft âsureâ before going back into your living area and locking the front door.Â
From there he made his way to your kitchen, noticing the mess from the earlier party, he made a mental note to clean up a bit for you. Right now he was focused on getting you some water and making sure you were okay. He filled up a glass he found along with some pills to help with the headache he was sure youâd have in the morning.Â
When he walked back into your room, you had wrapped his jacket further around yourself and it was obvious you were knocked out. He admired how peaceful you looked before placing the water and pills on your side table and then carefully removed his jacket from you, replacing it with the fuzzy blanket that stayed at the foot of your bed. He also made sure to remove your shoes and plug your phone in before making his way back to the kitchen to clean up so that was one less thing you had to worry about tomorrow.Â
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When you awoke in the morning, you felt your head pounding and your throat was dry. Lucky for you, Max had put just exactly what you needed on your side table, however you didnât remember asking Max to stay so when you walked out to your living room, you were shocked to see the Red Bull driver, sleeping on the couch, one of your couch pillows under his head and a blanket draped over him.
You smiled to yourself at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully and quietly made your way to your kitchen, wanting to refill your water. You felt your heart stop when you noticed there was a garbage bag full of the dirty plates, cans, decorations, shot glasses, along with all the dirtied dishes, washed and drying in your drying rack.Â
There was only one person who couldâve done all of this and you could almost cry at the thought that Max took the time to do that even if he had been drunk himself and probably wanted to sleep. You refilled your water and walked back into your room, making a mental note to thank Max once he was awake.
You got back into bed and reached for your phone. You immediately went onto your socials and went through both your public and private instagrams seeing everything you had posted and the replies from everyone. You laughed, this was definitely a birthday you would never forget.Â
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yourusername posted on their instagram  Â
yourbestfriend, yoursister, landonorris, maxverstappen1, pierregasly, lilymhe & others likedÂ
birthday film dump đïž
thanks to everyone that made it one to remember. you know who you are <3Â
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yoursister: always a pleasure getting to celebrate my little sisterÂ
â° liked by yourusernameÂ
landonorris: im never touching alcohol again..
â° oscarpiastri: you know thats not trueÂ
â° landonorris: shhhh đ€«
maxverstappen1: do you remember everything that happened?Â
â° yourusername: bits and pieces..i remember the stuff that mattersÂ
â° maxverstappen1: đ
yourbestfriend: we have so much to discuss bestie đ€
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i hope you enjoyed this!! it was so fun to write and i hope it gets a good reaction!! i didn't know if reader should end up with lando or max so i left it up for interpretation but feel free to comment who you want her to end up with and maybe i can write an add-on with the driver who gets the most votes, just lmk â„ïž
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