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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Genshin men when you bring them home to meet the parents and they find out that your sister is the favored child of the family and she now has her eyes set on them.

Uhhh, I really like that idea.. It has so much angst potential... but am I gonna do it...?

Characters Included: Heizou; Thoma; Alhaitham

Content: gender neutral reader; reader has a sister; slight cursing; some jealousy themes; nothing else besides that

Word count: 2k words

Have fun reading!<3

Heizou

He is so fucking nervous!

He is good at hiding it, but you know him by now, you know how he gets and how he acts when he doesn't want others to know his true feelings, so you know and are aware of it

Heizou knows about your strained relationship with your family. Your parents having favoured your sister over you, no matter the circumstances

you did have contact with your family, but it was on a very low, unregular basis. Not that he minded that, though. It was your life, your decision. He's sure you wouldn't do that without having a good reason for it.

You had agreed on a nice, easy dinner at your parents house where they would get the chance to meet your boyfriend for the first time

upon arriving at the house where you spent your childhood, Heizou got more and more nervous. Somewhere along the way, he grabbed one of your hands, holding it tightly in his own.

you tried reassuring him, giving him a small smile as you held his hand, and it did help him a bit

soon, your mother answered the front door, followed by your father and introductions were made

Heizou held your hand throughout the entire thing, not daring to let go of you, but he seemed to relax more and more as the seconds went by

your parents noticed this as well, looking briefly at your joined hands, but chose not to say anything about it

you sat down on the table and a few minutes later, your sister arrived

she was acting entirely over the top with you, throwing herself at you and acting far too friendly. It made you somewhat uncomfortable, but you didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the good mood that everyone has

for the first few minutes of dinner, everything seemed fine. Conversations were held, your parents asked Heizou some questions, nothing too bad

but then, your mom made some comment about you again, and it all went downhill from there for you

"You know, you're exactly the type of man we always wanted for our daughter. Are you sure you want to settle with (name)?"

then, your mother proceeded on to tell him every little thing about your sister. How she was working a much better job than you with better hours and more pay. How she was more beautiful than you. How she was just in general the better choice between the two of you

Heizou was dumbfounded by this behaviour and he now understood entirely why you had almost no contact with your family. This has been your entire life? Archons, he wanted to rip them a new one, for your own sake..

your mother was still rambling on, your sister just sitting there, smiling at Heizou, thinking that he was considering his options

everyone, including you, was surprised when he suddenly slammed his hands on the table, making all eyes fall on him

"With all due respect, Ma'am. I would rather die than do something so horrible to (Name). They are a wonderful partner, the best I could ever wish for. So, pardon us, but we are going to take our leave now."

with that, he grabbed your hand and you both walked out of the house, ignoring the calls of your family for you to come back and that they didn't mean it like that

secretly though, you were so glad and relieved. When your mother started saying stuff like that again, you just mentally accepted that this was it, yet again.

But Heizou surprised you and stood up for you against your own family. It made you feel so incredibly loved and cared for

that night, he hugged you closer to him than ever before, now reassuring you that you were his number one, that he loved you only and would do everything in this world, just to see you smile again...

Thoma

He's such a sweet partner, always caring about you and making sure that you're comfortable with him

Thoma likes to be a provider in a relationship. In the sense that he likes to cook for you, help you clean up, doing little things for you around the house. It's his way of saying "I love you"

Thoma will never push you into doing anything you don't want to, or making you open up to him

he's more than happy to take things slowly, earning your trust

and when you finally open up to him about whatever things you want to talk about, he's there for you, listening to everything you have to say without interrupting you

he also knows about the strained relationship with your family. He might not know all the details, but he knows enough to trust you in your decisions regarding the matter

he would never comment on it or make you do anything since it's not his place to judge or intrude on

with that being said, it just so happened that one day, while out shopping for ingredients, he ran into a certain someone

well, more like, a certain someone that ran into him. She profusely apologized for running into him and somehow got him tangled up into conversation

Thoma, being the nice person that he is, tried finding a way out of the conversation without coming across as rude. But, honestly, he just wanted to get home to you as soon as possible

Somehow, the conversation shifted and the topic of partners came up. Thoma said that he was happily taken right now, but she just kept pressing with her questions until your name slipped out his mouth

Thoma could clearly see how her eyes lit up at the mention of your name and he had a feeling that she would just bombard him with thousands more questions

so, he quickly made up an excuse and got out of there, walking home at a fast pace

once he arrived, he told you about the encounter he just had, which made you think. It all sounded strangely familiar to you, even his description of the person rang a bell somewhere in your mind

however, you didn't have much more time to dwell on those thoughts as a knock could be heard from the front door

exchainging glances, you went to answer the door, only to find your sister standing in front of you

eyes wide, you wondered how she found you here, but that question was quickly answered

"Oh, so you ARE his lover! God, now I'm so glad I followed him all the way back here!"

She threw herself in your arms, then quickly abandoned you and went inside your home. You were still so shocked and didn't realize this but when you came back to your senses, you quickly went inside again to the kitchen were you heard her voice from

Thoma was looking at you confused as well, but she just continued talking to him like nothing had happened and they were still out in the city where she ran into him

"...I mean, I'm so glad it was you! You're so handsome, and strong apparently for carrying all those bags back here! Say, why are you with (Name) anyway? Like, they have no redeeming qualities. You should look for more suitable partners, like me! I could give you so much more!"

She smiled at him like her little speech would be all it takes for Thoma to change his mind. The sad part was, you were expecting it to work as well, having dealt with exactly that your entire life, she always got what she wanted

"...Out.", Thoma said. It was the only thing he said, but his tone was so unusal from his normal self. It was cold and demanding, making your sister shiver in her place.

She quickly grabbed her stuff and left your home again, not saying another word

You looked after her for a second, but then in the next you felt two strong arms wrap around you from behind, his face burrying itself in the crock of your neck

for a long time, he remained silent, before he spoke again. "Sorry. I'm so sorry you had to deal with that for so long."

you were perplexed at his words, but quickly hugged him back, silently thanking him for staying by your side

Alhaitham

To most people, Alhaitham comes off as a cold and calculated person without any emotions

most people will be surprised when they find out that he was indeed in a committed relationship

and they were even more surprised when they find out how sweet, loving and expressive you are

most would think that he would want a partner similar to him, closed off and not all that social. But you are the exact opposite to that

Not that Alhaitham was paying any mind to the opinions of others about him and his love life in the first place

To you, Alhaitham was the most ideal partner you could have hoped for

he was caring, attentive towards you, listened to you even if he didn't give that impression

his attention was always on you, you were in his thoughts when not with him. Just completely head over heels for you

However, he would not know about the strained relationship with your parents. He knew you weren't in much contact with them, and that's all he really needed or wanted to know. He never bothered you about it

But then, one day, you asked him if he wanted to meet your parents. You seemed unsure about the proposal, but in the end, he agreed to it nevertheless

the days before the event, you became a nervous mess. Alhaitham had no idea what was going on, but he tried to be there for you and support you

he did ask if you wanted to talk to him about anything, but you declined and he didn't push you anymore after that

then, the evening finally arrived where you were meeting up with your family at a local restaurant

when you arrived, your partents and sister were already there, waiting on the two of you. your mother spotted you first, waving to grab your attention

you then went over to sit with them

Introductions were a bit awkward at first, but after a few minutes, things seemed to settle down a bit as your parents engaged in conversation with you, trying to catch up on things

However, it quickly became clear to Alhaitham that your sister was always trying to upstage you with absolutely anything. You got a good job? Well, she got an even better one. You got paid so and so much? Well, wouldn't you look at that, her numbers were even higher than yours

at first, you tried to ignore it, but as always, your parents quickly began ignoring you again, instead congratulating your sister on how good she was doing for herself. It dampened your mood quite a bit, but you still wanted to give this a chance

that was, until your sister said something very specific. "Yeah. The only thing missing to top it all of would be an amazing boyfriend now. Say, Alhaitham. Why don't you dump my sibling and get with me instead?" She even winked at him after saying this

Immediately, your parents agreed to her proposal, looking expectantly at Alhaitham

said man only took a quick glance at everyone at the table, before throwing some money on the table, grabbing your hand and standing up, heading for the exit

"I listened to you disrespecting my partner for long enough. And you wonder why they hold no contact with you anymore. Really, I'm glad they got out of your grasp."

With that, you both left the restaurant. None of you spoke a word until you got to Alhaitham's house again, where he immediately pulled you into his arms as soon as you were inside

so for a while, you just stood there in his embrace while he silently reassured you that you had nothing to worry about

you were the only one to him and he would spend his entire life proving this to you if necessary..

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jasmines-library · 2 months

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Hey! i just wanted to say that your work is phenomenal! You got me sobbing in bed at 3 in the morning. I was wondering if I could request a Batfam x child!Wayne!Reader (maybe 4/5 years old) and what they’re all like (individually) when picking her up from school? In her class, they were learning about the great Batman, and all the hard work he does for the city, keeping everybody safe and whatnot. And obviously, she’s too small to know Bruce is Batman.. how would they all react to little baby Wayne rambling about cool Batman who has his own car and sidekick? I’d imagine she’s a very talkative kid, very sweet and friendly, and a very big-Daddy’s girl, but it’s completely up to you.

Thanks for listening to my rambling.. and keep up your awesome work!

Baby Wayne

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Note: This is one of the most adorable requests ever anon! Thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words. I hope I’ve done your request justice.

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧

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BRUCE:

He could see the smile on your face from the doorway. Bright and beaming as you sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning forward to listen to your teacher. The second you saw him lingering in the doorframe however, the smile grew and you were up on your feet in seconds and tottering over to him.

Wrapping your arms around his legs you hugged him tightly and looked up at him with big eyes. Picking you up and resting you on his hip, Bruce pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hey sweetheart. Good day?”

You nodded excitedly, clinging to your dad. “We learnt about Batman today!” You exclaimed.

Bruce couldn’t help the small smirk that crept onto his face. You were still too young to know about his identity and he did well to keep it from you. You were always exploring and wondering off in the manor. He was sure you would make a fine vigilante one day, but for now he was keep to keep you sheltered.

“Oh really?” He raised a brow.

“Yep!” You said, popping the ‘p’. “He’s awesome! He has a cool car and side kicks! And he keeps the city safe! He’s super cool.”

Bruce bounced you up in his arms, savouring the joy in your voice. “Is that so?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “When I grow up I wanna be just like him Daddy!”

“I’m sure you will be kiddo.” Bruce smiled. “I’m sure you will.”

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DICK:

He was waiting by the school gates, leaning up against the metal framing when your class came piling out of the doors. Bruce was out on a meeting, so he was tasked with collecting you from school, which of course he had no problem doing.

When you saw him, he made his way over slowly, watching as your face lit up at the sight of him and you came running over him with your bag hanging halfway off one shoulder.

“Dick look!” You beamed crashing into him as you ran a little too fast. Moving away you pointed to the yellow and black sticker you had plastered to the hem of the coat.

Dick crouched down to your height. “What you got there, squirt?”

“It’s the bat signal.” You announced proudly. “We learnt about it in class today.”

“You learnt about Batman?” Dick asked. He had wondered how long it would be until you began to learn about what they did.

“Yes we learnt about all of the heroes. But Batman is my favourite because he saves the city and he has a sidekick!” You grinned “Robin! I like him too.”

Dick hid his little grin by tussling your hair. He couldn’t wait for you to learn more.

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JASON:

Seeing Jason picking you up was a nice surprise for you when you finished class. You were ecstatic to see him and ran up to him squealing.

“Jay!” You giggled and he picked up and spun you around in the air. “I missed you.”

He had been away on business. You had constantly been asking Bruce about when you would see him again. You had began to miss his face at home.

“Guess what we’ve been learning about!?”

“Hmm.” Jason bit his lip pretending to think “pirate ballerinas”

You placed a playful hit to his chest with a laugh. “No silly. Batman!”

A-ha. Jason thought. this would be interesting. He wondered how much you had been told, though he doubted no matter how much you had learnt, that you had managed to piece things together.

“Was it good?” He asked you.

“It was great! He saves all of the people and is a real hero!” You said waving your arms animatedly. “He’s so brave!”

“He is.” Jason agreed. “Just like you little Wayne”

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TIM:

Tim found you doodling at one of the tables in the library. You had an array of colours sprawled out in front of you as you scribbled on the pieces of paper infront of you.

He peered over your shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of your drawing. You had draw stick figures, which made it hard to go by but even with your messy doodles he could make out the distinctive domino masks of the Robin and the black of Batman’s suit and cowl. He knew them like the back of his hand, so it was no surprise.

“What you drawing, kiddo?” He asked you.

You gripped the drawing with your hands and held it up proudly to him. “Batman and Robin. We learnt about them in class so I wanted to draw them.”

“It’s very good kid.” Tim told you, handing you back the drawing of the lopsided people only for you to hand it back to him.

“Can we put it on the fridge?” You asked curiously “I want to show it to Dad. I bet he thinks Batman is awesome too!” You blabbed “do you think he will like it, Timmy?”

“I’m sure he will.”

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DAMIAN:

Dami was reading in the library when you plonked yourself beside him. Well…kind of. You struggled up onto the couch first.

“What are you doing?” You frowned, trying to read see over his shoulder.

He was reading up on one of Gotham’s villains that was causing havoc in the city. His first instinct was to shut it so you couldn’t read any of it…but then he remembered that you were still only learning to read.

“I’m reading a book on Batman.” He half-lied, setting the book to one side so you could clamber into his lap.

“Ooh I like Batman too.” You nodded.

Damian frowned. You weren’t supposed to know about that yet. “Where did you learn about him?”

“At school.”

Damian relaxed a little.

“He has a super cool cape! And a big car that he drives really fast around the city to stop the bad guys!”

“Sounds dangerous.” Damian smirked.

“Yes…” you trailed off. “But he is allowed to do it because he is Batman.” You decided.

“Is that right? He teased.

“Yes.

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I hope that was okay! I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a little at the end: I didn’t want it to get too repetitive.

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azaleaniath · 1 year

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~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~

Terrible liar

summary: Ao'nung loves to mess with your siblings, as they always get mad. Your reaction to his behavior though not only confuses but also frustrates him. Why are you always nice to him?

includes: swearing, cuddles, bullying, injuries, soft and harsh psychical touch, denial, anger, falling in love

SFW

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You lived in Awa'atlu with the people of the Metkayina clan for a while now.

Some of them were curious about you and your siblings. Others ran off as soon as you were near. Some of them even seemed to be disgusted by your presence.

Ronal did not want to have you here. She was certain that you would bring war and death above her folk.

Tonowari on the other hand had a kind heart and allowed you to stay here. If he would've been in Jake's position, he would've pleaded for Uturu as well, at least for his children.

The chief's daughter Tsireya proved to be a bubbly and lovely girl who had helped you voluntarily from the moment she saw you. She always helped wherever she could.

And then there was his son Ao'nung. He used every chance he got to bully you and your siblings. He found it absolutely amusing to see you fail, it entertained him to get especially Lo'ak all angry.

Seeing your brothers and sisters all pissed and annoyed was fuel to his fire. To him, is was only a game. A game he always won. Or so it seemed at first.

"Ooh, what have he here? A forest freak~" His friends laughed at his dramatic pronunciation. You sat on the dock all alone, carving an ilu out of a peace of wood you had found underwater.

You looked up to Ao'nung and his two friends with a genuine smile. "Hey guys, what are you doing?"

Your friendly voice already disgusted him, but he loved to mess with your family.

"Better question, what are you doing there?"

Reaching your carving out to him with a proud face, you watched his grin turn into a disgusted yet still amused expression.

"Can you see what it is? I'm as good as done! If you want to, you can keep it." Your smile did not seem to lessen, even when Ao'nung snatched the wooden figure out of your hand. He heard you wincing, but he did not really care.

For a tiny moment, his mask fell. The carving was very impressing, it really looked just like a mini ilu.

"Can't tell. You forest freaks don't have any other talents apart from swinging through trees."

His friends took a look at it as well, bragging about how 'awful' it looked.

"You could've just asked me to hand it to you, Ao'nung. It's supposed to be an ilu."

As you checked your hand, he also noticed the bloody cut across the palm of your hand. Now seeing that he had actually hurt you, he almost felt bad for it.

"Aw, did little (Y/N) get hurt? You're gonna run to you big brother now?" one of his friends teased before throwing the carved ilu into the reef.

"Whoops~" he flashed a wide grin, but you still smiled as friendly as before.

Instead of being angry, you thanked him, calling it a good idea.

The three boys watched in confusion as you sheathed your knife and jumped after the wooden ilu, retrieving it from the depths.

Once you came back to the water surface you held the carving out to them again. "I can practice diving like this! What a wonderful idea, thank you!"

Ao'nung looked into your eyes, trying to hide his grin and instead faked a mournful face.

"I should apologize for my behavior. I'm sorry for treating you like this. Boys", he turned to his friends, "apologize to her too."

They only looked at him in confusion. Ao'nung, saying sorry? There was no way.

"Seriously, guys. It's wrong to treat her like this."

For a moment you hoped there was an ounce of truth to his words, but before the thought could even blossom, his devilish smile returned to his visage.

"It seems that poor (Y/N) hurt her head, she probably fell face first off a tree. That's why she's so dumb."

His friends laughed together with him, so loud it also caught Tsireyas attention.

"That would explain everything!" They wheezed, slapping their knees while Ao'nung wiped his tears from all the laughter.

"What's going on?" Tsireya asked, as she rode closer on her ilu.

You showed her the carving you had worked on all day, and she immediately fell completely in love with it.

"That's so pretty! It looks just like mine. Here, look-"

She held the wooden ilu against hers, comparing them.

"And it's so small, it fits right into the palm of your hand!"

With that, she reached out to your wrist to place the ilu back into your hand, as she saw the fresh cut.

"Ow, you need to be careful while carving, (Y/N)."

When Ao'nung saw Tsireya inspecting your hand, he almost felt bad since the cut was his fault.

None of your siblings behaved like this. He loved how aggressive they got, his ego fed on that.

But you were so pure, so kind. It confused him. More accurately; it didn't even feel satisfying to mess with you. But why didn't it bother you?

You almost reminded him of his sister, even more as he saw you two next to each other.

"Let's just go, guys." He murmured with a shaking head and left.

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The next morning you trained ilu riding with your siblings again.

Kiri and Tuk had already taken off as they had mastered these animals pretty easily.

Tsireya tried to teach it to Lo'ak, Neteyam watched closely.

Much to his displeasure, Ao'nung was designated to teach you.

"You're still doing it wrong, ugh! Get it together!" he hissed quietly, so that your brothers wouldn't hear him.

You shrugged lightly while he held his temples in annoyance.

"I'm sorry Ao'nung. But if you could teach me more precisely, maybe we can get through it quicker."

The young man sighed and grabbed one of your knees unpleasantly, pressing it against the ilu.

"Close your damn knees, skxawng. Now try again."

You gave a thanking smile. It worked better already, you noticed, as you took off for a quick round with the ilu before returning to Ao'nung.

"Finally. Took you long enough."

He turned to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Wait!"

"What else do you want? Unlike you I have something actual to do."

You guided your ilu closer to him to pinch his cheek.

"I wanted to thank you. For taking your time-"

"Like I have a choice." He slapped your hand away. "I'd rather be hunting."

You huffed at his comment and nodded. "You're always so stressed and angry, how about you come over and we teach you some human ways to calm down through training. A smile yould suit you so much better."

Instead of a proper answer, all he gave you was that confused and disgusted look again.

"You're wasting my time."

With that, he swam off to the shore again and you decided to join your brothers and Tsireya again.

"(Y/N)! You got it!" the young woman happily cheered while your brothers high-fived you.

As you looked back to Ao'nung, you caught him looking back to you as well. Once he noticed he turned away quickly, and it almost looked as if his cheeks seemed darker than before. Was he blushing?

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A few days passed. You sat at the docks again, simply enjoying the warmth of the sun, until you noticed a shadow over your face. You felt someone kicking your leg, which made you open your eyes soon after.

"You think you can live here, sitting around doing nothing?" Of course it was none other than Ao'nung again.

"I've been busy until half an hour ago. How was your day?"

Ah, there was it again, that friendly smile you carried on your face, no matter what he said to you.

As you watched him closer, you noticed his bruised face.

"Great mother, what happened to you? Are you okay?" you asked while getting up to take another close look at his bruises.

Backing up a bit, he turned his head slightly.

"You can tell me how it happened, i won't tell anyone. Why don't you come to my marui, I can treat your wounds there?" He visibly froze as you invited him over. Something inside of him screamed to agree and follow you, yet he knew if your brothers would be there, he wouldn't get out alive.

"I'm a man, I can handle myself. I don't need you."

Why did he felt like he just lied to himself? Something about the sentence felt wrong.

Not listening to him at all, you grabbed his hand and dragged him over to where you stayed. Even though he refused to go with you verbally, he almost automatically followed. It felt like he was losing control over his own body.

A relieved sigh escaped from his lips as he saw that there was nobody else in here but you.

"Sit down, I'll treat your wounds. Just hold still for me, will you?"

Ao'nung internally cursed himself for following the order so easily. What kind of magic was this?

He hated you to hell and back, wanted to have nothing to do with you at all.

All he did was mess around with you, and yet you sat here now, treating his swollen face.

"Did someone hit you? You know", you gathered all of the utensils you needed before kneeling down next to him to take care of him, "I thought my brother was a troublemaker, but you're an entirely different story."

The young man did not say a word. All he did was stare at the ground, wondering why his heartbeat was betraying him.

He jumped at the cold feeling of the paste on his skin.

Giggling quietly, you covered your mouth with one hand.

"It's not gonna burn. Trust me, it will help you."

You spread the paste over his cheek with gentle touches. Some of it you also smeared across his bruised chest. He prayed you wouldn't notice his pounding heart which he couldn't even explain to himself.

"This will help you. See, that's better."

The treatment pleasantly cooled him off right away.

Ao'nungs eyes followed yours in mental absence. "Why are you always so mean to my family? We don't want to harm you, we just want to survive."

Your blatant words hit him like another punch and pulled him back to reality.

How the hell should he anwer this? He just didn't like your family. You were strange, different and new. He hated it for some reason.

On top of that, messing with your siblings just entertained him. But messing with you was... frustrating. And yet so strangely addictive.

You shifted into a more comfortable position and mustered him carefully. These doe eyes of yours almost made him feel guilty again.

"You seem so frustrated. Usually, people mess with others if they are hurt. They mostly are unhappy with something about themself. So in case you need to talk, know I'm here, listening."

Before he could get any word out, your parents returned to the marui. Neytiri and Jake stepped in, looking at the two of you sitting on the ground. The entire energy around shifted in an instant. Jake decided to speak up. In english.

"Looks like your mind games are working, huh?"

"I think so. You should see how mad he gets when I don't react."

Ao'nungs body nervously tensed up from not being able to understand your words.

Were you talking about him?

Jake was very happy and proud that at least one of his children didn't argue with this young man. Instead, your mind games actually seemed to have an influence on his behavior.

You got up, held a hand out to Ao'nung then. He ignored your help and got off the ground by himself.

By now, your treatment had already eased some of the pain of his bruises.

"What did your father say?" he asked rather quietly as you walked him out of the tent a bit later. You bit back a smile seeing him so suddenly humbled.

"Oh, not much."

This didn't really help him at all.

"What kind of language is that?"

He slowly walked besides you, his posture not as arrogant as usual.

"English. I can teach you if you want?"

"Demon language?", he huffed, "What am I supposed to do with that?"

His eyes landed on you. After watching you closely for a while, he gave in.

"Let's hear it."

A wide smile spread across your face, and you gave it your best shot to teach him some basics. If only he knew what they actually meant...

Soon you arrived at the marui he shared with his family. They all looked rather surprised seeing the two of you actually talk to each other.

Tonowari walked over to you and greeted you with a simple nod.

Ronal also came closer, inspecting her son's bruises. Her eyes widened in surprise as Ao'nung told her that you had treated him, and she found nothing to complain about.

"We're eating soon. Why don't you join us?" Tsireya offered kindly. Seeing the two of you next to each other without him pestering you was a nice change of scenery for her.

Ao'nung looked at his sister in confusion, and something inside of him was pretty relieved yet also sort of hurt as you thankfully rejected her kind offer.

"I'm sure my family is waiting for me. I'll better be going. Good night."

As you gently patted his back, his muscles immediately tensed up again. It burned anf tingled, wherever you hands layed on his skin.

After saying goodbye to his family, you turned and left, leaving the young man rather speechless. Something about you worked like magic on him, and he absolutely hated everything about this.

He felt weak around you. There was nothing he could do to get you out of your positivity.

As he sat down to eat with his family, Tonowari mustered his son silently. Since you had treated him, he was so unusually quiet and seemed like he wasn't present with his mind.

"My son, it is good to see you getting along with (Y/N). She seems to be a nice young woman."

He did not answer, but only stuffed his mouth with his food so he wasn't expected to talk. Tsireya listened to her father attentively.

"Maybe you should invite her to eat with us?"

While Ao'nung stopped chewing immediately, he looked up to his father unamused, unlike Tsireya, who giggled at her fathers words.

"What a great idea! She's such a sweet soul, and apparently a great healer too! You've been circling her a lot lately, Ao-"

"Over my dead body. I can't stand her."

His father took a deep breath.

"If Tsireyas words are true, and I've seen it myself, it is rather hard to believe."

"I said I cannot stand her! What would I like about her? Her baby tail, her weird yellow eyes? Or her skinny arms?"

His words immediately reprased in his head. That delicate, graceful tail of yours that he caught twitching whenever he picked on you.

These shiny, golden eyes, which seemed so full of love.

Your elegant, almost fragile looking wrists which he could just wrap his hands around so perfectly.

"She's beautiful, Ao'nung, stop saying mean things about her!" Tsireya defended you in your absence, before their father spoke again.

"She seems like a good person. Bring her over to eat with us tomorrow evening. She can be our guest."

The young man balled his fists, both at his fathers words and his thoughts.

You were an ugly freak. Nothing more than that. A four fingered freak.

"Father I-"

"It is the least thing you can do since she treated your wounds." Tonowari said rather loudly, to which Tsireya agreed nodding.

His guts were tossing and turning. He wanted to hate you, but how could he? You had done him no harm.

"Agh!" he hissed in annoyance before he got up again to take a walk on his own, to sort out his thoughts.

'She is a freak. A forest freak.' Internally repeating this over and over again, a recent memory started to crawl up in his mind.

As you had treated him, your touch on his chest had burned. It felt like his skin was on fire. Yet not in a bad way, rather like a warm, tingly embrace.

You treated him like a friend, still all he did was pick on you.

You never took any defense. You never got mad.

It made him feel awfully bored at first, but that boredom turned into frustration, confusion and in the end; guilt.

Usually his ego fed on your hot headed siblings getting annoyed and even aggressive through his behavior. It was fun. But the more he bothered you, the worse he felt about it.

He wanted, no, he needed to get rid of these disgusting thoughts about you.

~~~~~

Tsireya hopped over to you and your siblings with a wide smile. All of you greeted her with the same energy, especially Lo'ak who was head over heels falling for her.

"Good morning, guys. Should we start with breathing lessons?" She asked, still smiling happily.

"Sure!" Lo'ak answered right away. You and Neteyam exchanged amused looks at his reaction.

"Wonderful. I see, you guys are getting better and better at swimming as well. Unfortunately I'll be teaching you alone today."

The girl smiled at you especially, as if this had to do with you. Did you miss anything?

"How come? Your brother's throwing tantrums again?" Neteyam joked, making everyone huff.

"Not at all. He's hunting right now, we're having a guest tonight. At least, that is the plan."

"A-a guest?" Lo'aks eyebrows furrowed at her words. Was she probably seeing someone he didn't know about? But she just shook it off quickly, seeing how his heart was about to crumble.

"Let's get to training, shall we?"

~~~~~

After training you decided to sunbath and relax in the sunlight on the docks again. Getting better at swimming and holding your breath did not make it less exhausting in the end. While dozing off, your thoughts gathered around one thing only; Ao'nung.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him. He was a pain in the ass sometimes, but after all, something about him made you all warm around your heart. By now, him trying to annoy you was almost something you adored. He tried so hard to make you mad, there was something cute about it.

You were almost sure that he actively seeked you even if it was just for his own entertainment.

The intense smile on your face almost hurt your jaw and cheeks, which lead you to the decision to cool yourself off. Immediate regret hit you after sinking your hot body into the cool water beneath the docks.

Your head started spinning soon,

swimming was only hardly possible.

"(Y/N)!" you heard a voice call out.

Yet you did not react, thinking this was only fabricated by your brain.

With heavily lidded eyes you tried to hold yourself over the water surface until you felt a hand wrapping around your waist.

Someone supported your body and held you up so you could calm down from the shock. Your upper body fell forwards in dizziness, against the chest of the person that held you up.

"Brother...?" you mumbled, trying to figure out who was supporting you.

"Yeah, take another guess."

It was Ao'nungs voice which was pretty close to you. While resting against him, you dropped the weight of your head onto his shoulder.

"And here I thought you didn't like me?"

Your voice was still quiet, even if the spinning lessened slowly.

"Don't get any ideas, skxawng. You helped me yesterday, so we're quit."

While he talked to you, you got even more comfortable against him. Never before had he been so close to you, but you were thankful. Him being caring for once was also something you could get used to.

Even as the spinning in your head disappeared slowly, you decided to stay like this.

"Did I get promoted from 'freak' to 'skxawng'?"

Ao'nung still held you close. One arm hugged your waist completely while the other one supported your back. He had gently pressed one of his knees between yours for more support, so you got to sit on his thigh.

"You're both."

You couldn't help but silently giggle at his comment, but so did he.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders while he still held you in his arms safely. You could swear that his hands traced along your back the slightest bit.

"How do you stay over water so calmly without your arms?"

"Cause I don't have such a thin baby tail like you."

You wrapped your tail around his waist, hearing his breath hitch as you tickled him like this. His facial expression hardened.

"It has other benefits." you grinned against his shoulder.

Again. He made fun of you and you laughed about it.

Ao'nung bit his lip in anger.

"You're weird."

"The way you don't give up mocking me is adorable and fascinating. Maybe this is just your love language?"

Chaos raged inside of his racing heart.

How the hell did you turn his insults into something so lovely? That's not how it was supposed to be.

He pushed you off of him and dipped your face under the water surface.

"Is this how you show your affection?" you asked with an amused smile once you came back up.

Ao'nung simply groaned and swam back to the dock, getting himself out of the water. You followed him and held him by his shoulder.

"Thank you for helping me."

His blue eyes stared at you in confusion. He was confused through not just your words, but also his feelings.

"Should've let you drown." he cursed before pulling away from your grip.

"Where are you going?" you asked as he stomped off, following him for a few meters.

"Prepare food for tonight. Why else do you think I went hunting earlier?"

"Right, your sister mentioned that you are having guests tonight. Who's coming?"

Ao'nung sighed, he didn't even look at you but just left.

"You." he said while walking away.

~~~~~~

You had spent the rest of the day with you siblings before going over to the chief's family marui.

"Dude I'd trade my ikran to be where you get to be tonight!" Lo'ak hissed at you.

"She isn't even trying to, bro", Neteyam laughed, "I guess she is the chosen one."

His exaggeration made Lo'ak turn his eyes. He would've done anything to get invited for dinner with Tsireya.

Kiri sat next to you and fumbled with her braided hair. "I don't think it was her choice, and I'm certain it wasn't Ao'nungs choice either."

You looked at her nodding, then back to Lo'ak who was still more than jealous.

"Is (Y/N) going on a date?" Tuk asked, she didn't fully understand what was happening.

"Yes." Neteyam grinned.

"No." You corrected right away.

Tuk didn't understand. But in all honesty, neither did you.

Neteyam pulled his youngest sister into his lap and covered her ears before speaking again.

"He has to choose a mate soon, I'm sure Tonowari had this in mind when inviting you."

"As do you, dear brother. I'll better go, don't wanna be too late."

With that, you got up and left. It only took a few minutes until you arrived at the home of olo'ekytans family. Tsireya was the first to greet you, she got up as soon as her eyes landed on you.

"It's so good to see you!" she cheered happily while leading you inside.

You greeted their family with a humble gesture before sitting down at the place between Tsireya and her brother.

Ao'nung barely looked at you. Ronal and Tonowari on the other hand mustered you from head to toe.

"Our son's bruises healed in no time. May I ask what exactly you used?" Ronal asked with high interest.

"I've used yalna bark. I know you don't have that here, but I brought some from home."

Ronal nodded in approval.

She seemed to like you, so the first ice was broken.

Tsireya meanwhile got some of the grilled fish on a flat leaf that served as a plate and handed it to you.

"So, do you enjoy our customs and our way of living?" the chief asked, thrilled to get to know you better. He had no doubts about his son following his footsteps, but he needed a wife, and a worthy one at that. Some times already he had seen the two of you interact, Tonowari was sure that you would be able to handle Ao'nung well. On top of that, you were the daughter of another olo'ekytan and tsahik.

A few hours passed in no time. You sat with the chiefs family, ate, talked and laughed until it was late at night. It was getting so late that your father even came to check on you to make sure you were still with them.

Tsireya turned to yamn silently, it had been an exciting and exhausting day.

Most of the time you had talked to Tsireya and Tonowari, even Ronal had gotten comfortable to talk to you a bit more. Yet Ao'nung didn't say anything unless he was personally spoken to. He only watched his family and you interact.

Over the time, he caught himself staring a few times, and so did his sister. She found it rather amusing to see him like this while Ao'nung hated the fact that his heart wanted to jump out of his chest whenever his eyes landed on you.

He wanted to find negative aspects about you, but during his mission to find anything, he only ended up appreciating the smallest details about you more and more.

"I'm glad you joined us tonight. Know that you will always find a place here in the future. Feel free to visit us anytime."

Ao'nung clenched his jaw at his father's comment and took a deep breath. He hated how his father was trying to get the two of you together.

"I think I will go to sleep." Tsireya announced in a tired voice before she got up and went to her mat.

"As should we all." Ronal said, visibly tired as well. The chief hated to throw you out, he would've liked to see you and Ao'nung interact more.

You got up and wished a good night to the entire family, thanking them for the invitation and the meal before leaving the marui.

As you did, you watched watched the stars burn bright above the horizon.

What a pretty sight, you thought, until your ears twitched at the sound of silent voices.

"Son, I'm not discussing that with you!"

"She's old enough to walk home alone, isn't she?"

"It's about courtesy and politeness!"

You sighed as you heard Ao'nung and his father arguing and hissing at each other.

"I can't stand her anyway! I hate her! She's an ugly forest freak, useless and stupid! It's annoying enough already to teach her our ways, I can't wait for her to get back to wherever the hell she came from! Disgusting demon halfblood!"

"Ao'nung!"

Even if you did like him, his words did not hurt. You knew that he had a weakness for you no matter how much he denied it.

You looked back to the marui as its curtains swung open, only for Ao'nung to step out in fury, he wanted to cool his head off, but as he saw you so close he was sure you had heard him.

Even if he said the same things to your face already, he was still shocked that you heard his words. But seeing you smile nonetheless was something he did not understand.

"You're a bad liar." You smiled while looking up into the stars again.

"There are some things in this world that we have to accept. Some things we cannot change. It's childish to think we could control them through denial."

You calling him childish only fed his fury. Ao'nung balled his fists in frustration.

He wanted you to leave and never come back. You made him weak, made him lose all focus whenever you were around him. The most embarrassing part for him was the fact that bobody believed him anymore. More than anything he denied his feelings for you but nobody seemed to believe it.

Was it so obvious?

He came a few steps closer only to drag you away with him. Nobody else was supposed to hear this conversation.

No matter how frustrated he was, his thoughts betrayed him again.

Ao'nungs curiosity about your wrists got confirmed; he could just wrap his entire hand around them. It fitted like they were made for his hands.

Shaking his head once, he got rid of the thought. At least, he tried to.

You looked around to where he was leading you. In no time he had guided you to a small bay, away from the village, where the two of you could be alone.

He turned towards you and pulled you closer by your wrist.

"Why?" was all he managed to get out, but all you did was look at him in confusion.

"What why?"

Aonung closed his eyes for a second, trying to remain focussed.

"Why are you so nice? I don't understand! I treat you like this, I pick on you every day and all you do is laugh! You never defend yourself! By Eywa, why are you so friendly? Why do you like me?"

You watched how he got completely mad, his eyes were filled with rage.

"Frustrating, isn't it?"

"You've been doing this on purpose?!"

His jaw dropped in anger while you simply smiled.

"You mocked me and my siblings on purpose too. It's fun to see them get mad, right?"

Ao'nung was completely speechless. It suddenly clicked in his head. All you had ever done was making him feel how he made your siblings feel.

And now that he thought about it, your behavior was only fair.

Something deep inside of his mind visibly changed. His anger turned into realization. He couldn't be mad at you, as much as he wanted to hate you.

"See, Ao'nung, I was never mad at you because that is what you wanted to achieve."

He swallowed the big lump in his throat. Nothing compared to the hatred he felt for admitting that you haven't done anything wrong. His tight grip around your wrist had loosened, his furious eyes seemed to calm down as well.

You came closer to him and took his hands instead, but he pulled away. Sighing, you engaged once more and placed both hands on his cheeks to hold him in place.

"Be honest to yourself; do you really hate me that much?"

At the question, his eyes darted right at yours, then softened at the sight of your gentle expression.

"... Maybe not that much..." he mumbled in shame, knowing this was definitely an understatement.

Your thumbs caressed his cheeks while your over four fingers softly traced over his neck.

"I forgive you, Ao'nung."

He almost overheard your voice since he was only paying attention to your soft touches and these golden eyes of yours which he secretly adored so much.

Once more he swallowed as he lost himself in your eyes.

As guilt took over his heart completely, he simply pulled you closer and held you pressed against himself. His arms fell around your neck, one hand buried in your hair, caressing your head carefully.

"What I said to my father about you-"

"No worries. Like i said, you're a terrible liar."

He swallowed heavily at your words again. Was he so transparent for you?

"I know you like me. But you've grown on me as well." you giggled into the crook of his neck.

"You're weird... but at least you have a good taste in boys..." You looked up to him, his face actually turned into a genuine smile.

"You're a skxawng , you know that, Ao'nung?"

You pinched his cheeks playfully until he pulled away, only to lift your head and look into your eyes once more.

"And you're a freak. My freak."

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nyx-is-missing · 4 months

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Hi! Can I request a Clarissa × Fem!reader, where reader is spending a lot of time talking to someone from Athena's cabin and she gets jealous. you can decide what cabin reader is in :)

Jealous jealous girl

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (apollo's kid)

Summary: when the girl she likes is being friendly to someone, Clarisse might see red.

Warnings: no major fights actually, fluff (a bit) kissing (yes today no clickbait) medíocre writting and im sorry.

(I didn't review it, don't sue me, English isn't my native language, that's probably why it's mediocre, love ya

"Have you actually read that book? Oh my gods really? I felt like i was the only one who knew it"

Clarisse watched with red eyes as (Y/n) got excited and laughed togheter with some kid from Athena's cabin.

They werent exactly...togheter yet, but they WERE something, everyone was sure of that.

Clarisse mind couldnt comprehend then, how even though EVERYONE knew they had something, that particular girl would not back off of her.

(Y/n) laughed togheter with the girl at some book reference she had made, and the final straw for Clarisse was when the girl had the courage to touch her girl's knee.

Her sunshine?

The disrespect, was she not seeing Clarrise looking at them? Like 10 steps behind?

The.disrespect.

Oh that will end right now.

Walking over to the girls with a fake smile who people would perceive of normal happiness, however, if you did knew her, her eyes had a hint of red rage in them.

"Love? Would you come with me for a second yes?"

She took (Y/n) by the hands but before she could even get up the Athena kid made herself seen.

"Excuse me? Cant you see we're talking? So rude."

"Oh yes, excuse you really, i dont think a need a cue to talk to my girlfriend, now shut up before I make you eat that book for dinner."

Not waiting for any more words Clarisse took reader by the hand again.

"Clarisse that was not nice, she was my friend- dont even start to speak right now, we'll talk in my cabin, it must be empity right now, we dont need the camp seeing something they dont need"

Letting (Y/n) guide her, still holding her hand, Clarisse had a confused look on her face.

"But we are not going to fight, not today"

"Says who?"

They got inside the cabin and bingo, empity empity, all the Apollo kids must be doing its activities, or getting ready for dinner, as always.

"Me, Love. We wont fight, we'll talk."

Clarisse sat down at the bed she knew it was (y/n)'s waiting for her to do the same.

Choosing to stand, she had a blank look on her face.

"You said we would talk, talk to me, why be mean to my friend clari?"

"Because im jealous. Im not made of steel, love, i cant see a girl from a rival cabin flirting with my sunshine and go around skipping like a kid, you know me"

"We were not flirting clari, she is my friend!"

"YOU were not flirting, she wants to be more than that"

Clarisse corrected

"And you have a right to do something about it since when? Everytime you talk about me to your friends im a friend too, but suddently when its convenient i turn into your girlfriend? Oh please"

Clarisse looked at her, and extended her hands to grab (y/n) hands, when they finally touched Clarisse got (y/n) to get closer and closer to her, now she was standing in between Clarisse's legs and had to look down to see her.

"I never said i was right love, im sorry for hurting you, i swear.....i was insecure about that, im so sorry really..."

"Clari you dont needed to-"

"Date me"

Clarisse interrupted her mid speech.

"What?"

"Date me, let me introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend, i wont make you hurt anymore, date me....-"

Please

That was the word missing, would it make clarisse apear as desperate if she used it?

Fuck it, she was inside the Apollo cabin, that gave her enough poetic justice to be as luvestruck as she could

She found herself resting her hands on (y/n) hips, looking up to her with heart eyes.

"Please... date me"

"Say something, please"

Whoever first said that acts spoke words was very much right, because the kiss Clarisse received was nothing short of a love letter.

Clarisse felt hands on her cheek and neck, caressing her.

The kiss was slow and carefull at first, like the first time they kissed, so very sweet, until it wasn't.

When the kiss deepened, Clarisse's hands sunk more onto (y/n) hips, and then started to pull her down, to sit on her lap.

It was the very first time both felt like this, the absolute need to just become a fusion, hug so tightly a loved one that they would just morph into one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you"

Clarisse said, breathing in her girlfriend's neck when they separated to breath.

When (y/n) was going to speak, she felt a small bite on her lower neck.

"Clarisse- ah"

"Sorry.."

Clarissed giggled before she went back kissing her mouth, when did she became one of the girls that giggled?

They heard the cabin door opening and then a

"Oh fuck sorry i just...ill come back later, and you (y/n) will tell me everything about later or ill change my name, bye lovebirds"

They looked at each other resisting the urge to laugh.

"Well i guess we wont need to introduce ourselfs to anybody, by tomorrow morning they'll know"

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue

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gurugirl · 8 months

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Desperate

Based on this request.

Note: Can be read as standalone

best friend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship

Summary: You're invited to the Styles' house for a little get together but surely nothing will happen with a house full of people and Harry's wife nearby.

Word Count: 3,620

Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating, lying, age gap

best friend's dad!harry masterlist

You had been trying to avoid going to the Styles’ home. Fae lived in her own apartment so it wasn’t like you needed to visit her family’s home very frequently. When you were younger and in college you would often go over for dinner with Fae or she’d go to your family’s house. But it wasn’t necessary anymore. Except that Mrs. Styles was throwing a small party for close friends and family to celebrate Harry being promoted to partner at his company. A big deal really. Fae told you that her mom and dad wanted you there.

And now that you and Mr. Styles had a secret little thing going on it was even more awkward to imagine what that would be like. And certainly, you wouldn’t do anything with him with all those people around, but still. You’d have to really be using your poker face. Which had been hard to do before you’d even gotten a taste of Mr. Styles. Now that you knew what he was like, how good he was, how hot and dirty he could be… you were in for a long night.

You decided on wearing a panty liner because, well, you figured for practical purposes. Getting your panties wet and having anything show through your clothes wasn’t going to be a good look. You didn’t expect that you’d really need it but you also knew how weak you got from just a mere glance. If he so much as hugged you too long or spoke to you with that deep sultry voice. If he grinned too wide with those dimples showcased… He pretty much just had you ruined. So yeah. Practical purposes. Just in case.

Fae picked you up as was planned. The ride to The Styles’ house was nearly a half hour.

“Are you okay?” Fae kept her eyes on the road. She was picking up on something with you. She just didn’t know what.

“Yeah. Of course. Why?”

“You’re quiet. Honestly, it feels like when you and I first met in junior high and how shy you were around me at first. Like you were so nervous,” Fae laughed as she glanced at you quickly.

You tried to calm yourself before she arrived. You meditated, drank chamomile tea, and then took a bite of dried ginger to calm your tummy. You did a little bit of relaxing yoga and listened to calming ambient music. And you felt like it helped.

But the moment your phone chimed with a text from Harry your heart rate increased and you began to sweat. All that hard work to calm yourself down the drain. He only asked you if you were still coming and then said he was looking forward to seeing you. That was it. There was nothing risqué or suggestive in his messages. And that was why wearing a panty liner felt necessary. He did that to you without even needing to try.

You laughed at your friend’s comment and shook your head, “No, I’m fine. Just tired. Was a long night last night at the restaurant. Barely made it home by midnight.” Not entirely a lie.

And that seemed to be an acceptable answer. At least Fae didn’t pry about your odd behavior again that evening.

Harry’s brother and his wife were there. Mrs. Styles’ parents and her cousin and her husband. A neighbor friend from down the street. You and Fae. That was it. Not many people.

There were drinks and a nice little dinner with dessert. Some music. Everyone sat outside and chatted and it was nice. It really was. But you were wound up and trying to will yourself to stop looking at the man of the hour. Every time your gaze found his it sent chills down your spine and you felt your face and neck grow warm.

Harry was friendly with you. Normal. He treated you like his daughter’s best friend. Which was good. But you hated it. You wanted to sit in his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders and laugh at his jokes with everyone around you. You wanted to hold his hand and sneak kisses. But that wasn’t going to happen. The man had a wife that was never far away. He was only yours in secret. In your apartment with the door locked and covered with lies. He was only yours when no one was watching. When no one could hear.

You were good at dinner. Barely glanced at him as you ate your food. Then after dinner you only let your eyes roam his features as he was talking to everyone and thanking them for coming. You indulged in the way his lips moved and how his green eyes sparkled. How his hands and ringed fingers gesticulated as he spoke. His grin.

He looked at you toward the end of his little thank-you speech and raised his glass upward. You raised yours upward with everyone else and then sipped together. Eyes locked. But it was only for a handful of seconds but it got you warm. Got your thighs smushing together tightly under your white linen dress.

And after dessert when everyone was casually chatting and walking around the space of the backyard, Harry put a hand on your bare shoulder and spoke quietly into your ear, “Don’t leave until you and I can have a chat.” When he spoke the word chat he squeezed at your skin and just as he began to walk away looked down at you and winked.

The panty liner was necessary.

You helped Fae restock some of the empty bottles and refresh the ice in the cooler. You tried to keep busy and not imagine what Harry wanted to “chat” about. Or if “chat” was code for something else. You weren’t sure if you hoped it was code for something more or not. Maybe a kiss. Maybe it was just a chat.

You did miss him desperately. It’d been a couple of weeks since he’d been in your bed. That’s where all of your trysts took place. At your apartment. Sometimes you could have him for the whole day. Sometimes just an hour. Once overnight.

But you had been busy and were scheduled to work and cover a few servers who couldn’t come in for whatever reason. And Harry had a business trip that had him gone for almost a week. Normally you and Harry got together about once a week. So two weeks and a half was too much.

The neighbor was a friendly guy. He seemed to be very outgoing and kind to everyone at the party. You could see why he was invited and why the Styles liked him as a close friend. He was a hoot really. In fact, talking to him and listening to his crazy story about when he was in college had you reminiscing about your own experience, and he made you laugh. He helped you forget for a moment about your little taboo affair. He got your mind off Harry for a few minutes.

But Harry wasn’t a big fan of the way you were laughing with Abe. The way Abe grasped your forearm and leaned in to tell you something quietly that had you grinning.

And so the few minutes of reprieve you had from obsessing and gushing over Harry in your brain was suddenly halted when the man was standing next to you and your new acquaintance.

“Y/n. I could use your help with something. Do you mind?” He raised a brow and pointed toward the house.

You gulped and nodded, “Oh. Sure, Mr. Styles.” You smiled politely at Abe and followed the broad-shouldered man into his home.

He silently led you upstairs and to the large hallway bathroom that was never used. Ushering you inside he closed and locked the door.

You stood silently watching him as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his soft pink button-up shirt and then brought his eyes up to yours as he rolled the fabric up his forearms.

“Abe’s a nice guy isn’t he?” Harry finally spoke, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning into the large vanity counter with a wall-length mirror behind him.

You nodded, “Yeah. He’s nice. Funny.”

Harry pursed his lips and let his eyes move down your body slowly to take you in. He’d seen your outfit and took daring glances at you all night but nothing was satisfying to him because he couldn't let his gaze linger. Didn’t allow himself to take in the curve of your ass or the line of your neck that met your jaw. But now he could really get a good look at you like he’d been longing for all night.

“What were you two talking about?” Harry uncrossed his arms and planted his palms on the marble top of the vanity behind him, jutting his hips out and putting his gorgeous bulge on display for you. He knew what he was doing.

“Well… nothing really, sir. He was telling me about when he was in college. We were sharing college stories.”

“Yeah? Did you find that you two have a lot in common then?” He raised a brow.

You darted your eyes to his crotch and back to his face. It was involuntary. You didn’t mean to do it but he saw where your eyes went which made him grin.

“No. Not really.” You matched his cheeky smirk with one of your own and crossed your arms over your chest when you saw his grin was teasing. He was playing with you. You’d gotten to know him a little over the months and this little thing about him put you at ease immediately.

“Why are you concerned about Abe?” You quipped.

Harry cocked his head and his grin deepened, “M’not. Come here.”

You bit your lip and uncrossed your arms as you slowly took the few steps you needed to close the space between you two.

When you’d gotten within arm’s length of him he pulled you into him by your waist, causing your hips to align with his, “I’m just concerned that I haven’t been able to fuck you in… what? Going on three weeks?”

You nodded and quietly laughed, “Yeah. 18 days.”

Harry looked pleased that you knew the number of days, “Counting the days without my cock are you?”

“Yes,” you smiled brightly and breathed out a laugh as you put your arms over his shoulders. “Miss you.”

Harry looked down at your lips and then back to your eyes, “Yeah? Too bad the house is full of guests,” Harry’s voice dropped low and raspy as he spoke, one hand moving up to your face to thumb over your cheekbone, “Bet you’d like me to bend you over and fuck you right now in this bathroom wouldn’t you?”

You frantically nodded and parted your lips, “Yes.”

Harry tsk’d at you, “So dirty. So desperate. Aren’t you? Are you desperate for me, baby?” His thumb grazed along your bottom lip before you stuck your tongue out to taste it. You were desperate.

You moaned as you tried to wrap your lips around his thumb but he removed his hand from you before you had a chance.

Suddenly he was moving you so you were being lifted up onto the counter and he was in between your legs. His hands sneaking under your dress and grasping onto your outer thighs, “When was the last time you had an orgasm? Is it really that bad?”

“This morning.” Your words were breaths.

“Really? You don’t act like you’ve been satisfied. Did you use your fingers?”

“Yes, sir. And my clit sucker. Pretended it was you,” you smirked and moved your hands down his shirt-covered chest. His dick was growing hard in his pants and you knew he was getting turned on, despite how cool he was acting.

“And you’re still so desperate? Little pussy needs a lot of attention, doesn’t it? Bet you’re already wet too.”

His hands moved upward toward your panties and you gulped when you realized what he was about to find. Your soaked panty liner. Not really very sexy.

When his fingertips came into contact with the crotch of your panties he paused with a confused look on his face. It felt different. Not wet. Not warm and soft. Not normal.

Pushing your legs apart and lifting your dress he inspected your panties and then he realized what it was when his fingers grazed along the edge of the cotton of your panty liner, “Are you on your period, angel?”

You shook your head, “No. It was just for… to keep dry.”

Harry licked his lips and pushed his middle finger under the crotch of your panties and his brows shot up, another surprised look on his face when he realized what you meant. Your panties were dry but the liner was drenched. His fingers found your crease and he toyed with your folds gently as he kissed your lips.

The kiss was soft and sweet and so were his fingers. You moaned and ran your hands into his hair as he stroked your wet labia.

But then he parted from the kiss and removed his hands from your panties, “Like I said. Too bad we have a house full of people. Bet your wet pussy would feel so good right now. Gonna fuck my fist tonight thinking about how wet you got for me before I even touched you.”

You pouted and pulled at his hands, “Please, sir. Please. We can be quiet. I’ll be quiet. I need you.”

“Wow. Look at you. Frustrated. Unsatisfied. Needy. I don’t know baby. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” But you felt his hands on your thighs again. He squeezed at them and his eyes were growing dark and the bulge under his pants was pushing hard at his zipper.

“I am needy. For you. Please, Mr. Styles. Please fuck me. You’re the only one that can satisfy me.”

Harry let out a laugh through his nose and shook his head, “That may be so but it’s too risky.”

His words said one thing but his body language said another as he didn’t release your thighs from his firm grip and wet his lips with his pink tongue as he looked down to your cleavage.

You knew it was a challenge. He wanted you to beg. But you had another idea. You’d already asked him nicely. Said please too. And he still wanted to pretend like he wasn’t bothered by you.

“I need your cock. I don’t think a toy is gonna cut it tonight, Mr. Styles.”

“You’re gonna have to be patient little one.” He thought he had the upper hand. Thought he’d get to hear you beg him some more.

“I can’t wait any longer. It aches. Do you think Abe would turn me down if I ask him?” You raised a brow in challenge.

You watched as he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He knew you were fucking with him. Slowly he opened his eyes back up as she shook his head, “Such a fucking brat sometimes.” His words sounded mean but they were lined with a smirk as he pulled your panties with its liner down your legs, tossing it onto the floor, and promptly undid his pants, pulling his cock out from the front of his briefs.

You cooed when you saw his warm, thick cock free from its confines. Reaching down to touch him you slid your hand over him as you scooted yourself to the edge and put your feet flat onto the vanity top so you were spread and easy for him to access. To fuck.

Harry’s eyes were already full of lust. His lids were heavy as he looked you over and grasped his cock into his palm, giving himself a few good pumps, holding his tip to your wet hole, “This what you wanted? Wanted to get fucked in the guest bathroom by a married man? Hmmm?” You nodded frantically as Harry’s deep voice spoke lowly into your ear, finally pushing past your tight muscle, “Wanted to me to fuck you with a house full of people wondering where I am? With my wife and daughter just down there?”

You gasped at the way his wide cock began to push through your soft, wet walls, “Yes… yes…” you whispered as quietly as you could and hung onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

Harry let out a shaky breath mixed with a groan as he watched his cock slowly submerge into your pussy. You were so incredibly wet already that when he pulled back an inch before plunging in further he could hear it. You could hear it.

“Fuck. Can’t resist you, Y/n. This pussy is too good. You’re too good. My sweet girl.” Harry was gone for you. He began to thrust and cant his hips, dipping into your cunt so deep his balls thudded into you when he bottomed out each time.

The sturdy vanity was built into the wall which you were thankful for. Glad that the only noises that could be heard were pants and gasps and the sound of pussy being fucked.

You held tight onto his shoulders and Harry leaned in to reach for your lips and fuck you as slowly as possible to minimize the sound of skin sticking and slapping.

Your head was spinning and your limbs were hot. Harry’s grip on your thighs to keep them spread was painful but delicious. When he began to lose rhythm as he fucked into you he released one of your thighs and moved his thumb to your clit just like you needed. He always knew exactly what you needed.

“Gonna come for me?” Harry's lips stayed over your mouth as he continued rocking his hips into you.

You moaned into his mouth and gripped his shoulders tighter as your tummy started to melt and your thighs began to shake.

“Such a desperate little thing needed to come so bad. Couldn’t wait just a couple more days,” Harry’s own words were tight and strained as he felt his balls tighten. You always made him speed to his end too fast. Just like a teenager again. He couldn’t help it with you. Your pretty coos and filthy wet pussy with those bedroom eyes and plump lips. He was just as desperate for you. He needed you.

“Desperate for you, Mr. Styles. Want you so bad. Every night…” You panted and felt the hot decadence of your insides begin to unfurl as Harry’s thumb expertly rubbed and circled your clit.

He felt you begin to clamp down on him and he smothered your mouth with his, knowing you were just about to come.

He continued fucking into you in heavy, deep strokes and kissing you hard as you saw stars and writhed into his thumb. Your spasming cunt around his cock and the slick noises of your gushing orgasm had him unable to hold back.

He panted against your mouth and rutted into you hard, stuffing himself so deep that his come could coat all of your insides properly. He slowly backed out and fucked himself back into you until his balls were drained, all of his come inside of you.

He removed his thumb from your sensitive clit and put both hands on your thighs, pulling your legs up over his hips as he leaned in to kiss you. His cock was still throbbing as he came down and you connected your ankles as he smushed his mouth against yours.

You laughed against his mouth at how desperate it felt. It made you smile to know he was in the same state you’d been in.

Finally parting from the kiss with a gasp, you dropped your legs as Harry pulled himself out, hissing lightly at how sensitive he felt. Even though he’d been milking himself every night with thoughts of you, it wasn’t the same. He needed your pussy to feel satisfied just like you needed his cock. And not just his cock. Him. You needed Mr. Styles. It was becoming an obsession.

Harry dragged his finger through where his come began to leak out of you and brought it up to your lips. You promptly sucked his warm sperm from his fingers and he grinned at your eagerness.

He gently rubbed his knuckles over your cheek, “You are my sweet girl, aren’t you? When’s your next day off?”

“Wednesday. Why?” You smiled at him knowingly.

“Keep your day free. I’m coming over,” he said nonchalantly as he handed you your panties and pulled his pants back up.

“What if I had plans already?” You smirked as you pulled your panties up your legs and hopped down from the counter.

“Cancel them.” He caged you in, palms flat on the vanity counter on either side of your hips.

How could you say no? You weren’t going to anyway, but you liked to tease a little. Just like he did, “Okay. Fine. Plans are canceled for you, sir. Since you’re so hopelessly lost without me.”

Harry laughed through his nose as he shook his head, “A mouthy brat.”

He kissed you one last time before looking at himself in the mirror to straighten himself out and then walked out of the bathroom as if he hadn’t just fucked his daughter’s best friend while his wife and other family were in his house.

You sighed and turned to look at yourself in the mirror with a smile. It was so wrong. But he felt so good. And despite the fact that he was married, you knew he belonged to you.

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wileys-russo · 3 months

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KCC, “if you think I’m cute when I’m mad I’m about to be gorgeous”, at home or training🫶🫶

forgotten coffee II k.cooney-cross

today was not a good day.

normally you were someone who let issues run away from you like water off a ducks back, who brushed hardships off and continued forward with a smile on your face and optimism on your tongue.

you had to in order to have dated kyra for as long as you had, as everyone loved to remind you had the patience of a saint and you had years of experience in calming down and dealing with the sporadic and often juvenile behaviours she displayed.

the two of you growing up in the youth teams and progressing through the a-league together you'd realised on a team night out you were harboring more than just friendly feelings for her.

never one to shy away from what you want you were the one who made the first move though fearful of rejection. but luckily that rejection never came, and years later you were still going strong.

but today, today was not a good day.

you'd had one of the worst night sleeps you thought possible, waking up what felt like every half an hour with a groan and a huff tossing and turning until finally you'd drift off again only to wake up a few moments later and start the routine over again.

normally kyra would be there to try and help you but she'd spent the last few days helping charli move in and you'd encouraged she spend the night there to really help your friend feel settled and at home.

plus you knew better than anyone how much kyra truly missed her best friend now they weren't both playing in sweden and able to see one another whenever they pleased.

you contemplated calling the girl around three thirty wondering if even the sound of her voice might help but you decided against it, not wanting the interrupt the night you insisted they both have despite how much both girls tried to invite you to come along.

so when your alarm finally went at seven thirty indicating you needed to get up and ready for training you were positively exhausted, miserable and grumpy.

which was obvious to your girlfriend the very moment you stepped outside, the brunette having taken her training things to charli's but offering you a lift she sat in her car in your shared driveway not bothered to go inside as she waited you to come out.

"for fuck sakes!" you threw your head back with a groan as the keys slipped from your hand as you tried to lock up, kicking the door with a grunt as kyra watched on cautiously.

you slung your gym bag over your shoulder grumbling obscenities under your breath as of course because you were already in a foul mood you caught your foot on the edge of the steps and went tumbling down to the ground.

kyra went to unbuckle herself and help you but you were already to your feet, snatching your bag and storming off to the car with a scowl plastered into your features.

"good morning sunshine." the midfielder greeted as you slid into the passenger seat after tossing your bag in the boot. "fuck off." you mumbled with a frown, catching yourself and sighing. "sorry, had the worst night sleep." you apologised, leaning over the console to peck her lips.

"babe why didn't you call me? i can sleepover at char's anytime i would have come home." kyra grabbed your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles with a frown as you buckled in.

"because you deserved a nice night with char i know you missed your little sleepovers. but its fine i just need a fucking coffee!" you exhaled deeply as kyra's eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip as suddenly you noticed the coffee you assumed was yours in the cup holder was not.

"you didn't get me a coffee?" you asked in disbelief as kyra winced. "i assumed you'd make one at home! we can get one on the way?" kyra tried, starting up the engine as you sank deeper into the seat. "we don't have time for that because you're late because you stopped to get a coffee and didn't get me one." you mumbled grumpily, scowl returning as kyra grimaced.

"i'm sorry!" your girlfriend apologized again as you hummed, refusing to look at her. "baby, please i'm really really sorry." her eyes burned into the side of your head as you continued to ignore her.

"babe!" the girl whined, reaching out for you as you pushed her hand away and huffed. "i have never ever gotten a coffee and not at least offered you one, we always get one another a coffee." you finally looked at her though the look in your eyes had kyra breaking it and glancing away.

"babe i really am sorry. i love you?" kyra tried as you hummed, pulling out your phone. "i love you so much?" she tried again with a charming smile, met with even more silence. "you look really cute when you're mad?" kyra poked at you, still met with silence as she gave in and started up the car backing out of the driveway.

"hi lessi." kyra's head whipped toward you at a red light as you held your phone to your ear. "have you grabbed coffee yet?" you questioned hopefully, knowing the blonde lived a lot closer to colney than you and kyra did.

"oh my god yes please, kyra doesn't care about me and my needs anymore." you shot her a pointed look as she gasped. "less she's lying!" the midfielder yelled as you rolled your eyes. "i love you! and i owe you, thanks less." you blew her a kiss and hung up the phone.

"so you'll tell less you love her but not me!" kyra scoffed as you shrugged, head buried in your phone still grumpy, ignoring all of her attempts at conversation as she gave up with a groan and turned the music up louder instead.

you sighed in relief seeing alessia, vic and emily waiting around for you, a coffee held securely in alessia's hand which you knew had your name on it, the three girls hovering near where kyra always parked in waiting.

barely putting the car in park kyra had hopped out and darted around to the side opening the door for you with a wide eager smile. laughter rung out as kyra tried to kiss you but you ducked under her arm leaving her behind with a frown as you popped her boot and grabbed your bag out.

"trouble in paradise cooney cross?" vic teased with a smirk as your girlfriend shot her a glare, slamming your door and grabbing her own bag with a huff. "you alright?" alessia murmured with a concerned gaze as she handed you the coffee.

"i am in a terrible mood." you muttered, sighing in relief at the first sip of your coffee, melting into a hug from the taller girl who patted your back. "oh kyra! get off." you heard steph groan as you pulled away from the hug seeing your girlfriend latched onto your national teammate.

"call her off! please." steph caught your eye and begged as you sipped on your coffee and walked off without a word, kyra clambering off steph and chasing after you.

"that was frosty, ouch." steph winced as the four girls followed after the pair of you, watching in amusement as your girlfriend tried routinely to grab your free hand or sling an arm over your shoulder as you pushed her off time after time.

you continued to ignore kyra's attempts to charm, flirt and schmooze with you as you entered the locker room. "oo ouch. now what did you do?" caitlin caught on instantly, steering kyra away from hovering after you as you dropped down into your cubby to change shoes.

"didn't get her a coffee and she's extra grumpy today because she didn't sleep and i slept over at charli's." kyra mumbled with a huff, fighting to wrench off caitlins arm which only tightened around her neck.

"oh girlfriend of the year!" caitlin whistled as kyra broke free and jumped onto her back wrapping her arm around the older girls neck now. "get off ya leech!" caitlin groaned trying to shake her off with no real luck as you laced up your boots and grabbed your coffee ready to head off for the team briefing.

but what kyra failed to see as she was clinging on tightly to caitlin was you try to shuffle past, accidentally kicking your coffee right from your hand as it clattered to the floor and kyra dropped away from caitlin who winced and hurried away.

"baby-" kyra started as you held up a hand, silencing her.

"if you think i'm cute when i'm mad i'm about to be gorgeous." you warned calmly, eyes narrowing as you let out a war cry and charged at your girlfriend who sprinted off away from you.

"come here babe i'm gonna kill you!"

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i can't handle change - leah williamson x reader

part two of let down

pairing: leah williamson x barça!reader

warnings: bit angsty

You had expected your first day, merely a day after arriving in the city, to be full of football. Barcelona did media duties occasionally, for sure. But you had expected to throw yourself into training immediately here, mostly in an attempt to conceal your emotions and at least act as though you wanted to give everything for this club. In truth, you wanted to give everything for yourself. You wanted to keep yourself a candidate for the national team, you wanted to keep yourself a candidate for Barcelona once they were ready to sign you back, you wanted to play, partially, out of spite as well. Anger was one of the emotions in your mess of a mind, and although you knew that it was no use, you wanted to show Jona the mistake he had made.

What you hadn't expected was the absolutely overwhelming amount of cameras, catching every inch of you they could. London Colney, otherwise known as the Arsenal training centre, was nice, but it was different from what you were used. The corridors were small and you feared they'd squish you if you stared at the white walls for a second too long. The friendly woman from the entrance, who's name you had missed due to her heavily accented English, had led you all the way to Jonas' office on the first floor, and the man was gauging at you with a grin you couldn't quite place. You shifted uncomfortably.

"So, let's put pen to paper!", he clapped his hands as he gently motioned to the seat next to him after having shaken your sweaty hand.

"Yes", you croaked as you sat down, taking the pen with the Arsenal logo into your shaky grip. The smile on your lips was fake as ever as you scribbled your name onto the dotted line. You fooled them again when holding up your shirt for the cameras. And again as you sat in front of the social media's team, answering all of their questions.

Your move surprised everyone in the Women's Football Community, can you tell us what exactly made you choose Arsenal?

Of course. I think Arsenal are very good with the fans, and they play really good football. I'm really excited to maybe play at the Emirates, and yeah I think anyone can see they are a real family so that's why I'm happy to be a part of it.

They payed the most. That was the answer you would've given, had anyone actually wanted to hear the truth from you. But people didn't want the truth. People wanted you to love Arsenal. And although it pained you, you had to admit that so far, it wasn't that bad.

Leah gave you a tour of her home that was now yours too, and the training grounds were nice. The gym was nice. The changing room was nice. The cafeteria was nice. You couldn't hate the club as much as you had when you hadn't seen it yet - hadn't been a part of it.

"So, do you like it here?"

You thought for a second that you would choke on your food when Wally asked you this, completely blindsiding you as you sat with her, Leah, Laia and Teyah in the dining hall, letting most of their conversation slip past you. Their English was difficult for you, not because you hadn't learned (or, attempted to learn) them language, but because you'd never heard it as much as you did here. The words were starting to become a constant, distant noise somewhere in the back of your mind, but as Wally looked at you expectantly and the others turned towards you, you knew that this wasn't something you could escape.

"Yeah, sure", you smiled. "It's nice here."

"Your contract is two years, right?"

You nodded. "Sí."

Two years. Two long years of being away from Alexia, except for Spanish camps. Two long years of being away from your parents, your actual teammates, your actual home. The thought didn't scare you as much as it used to.

"So, two years and then you'll go back?", Leah nudged you playfully, sipping her water as she smirked.

You shrugged. "We should see."

Over the next few days, you got to know the team, and London, even better. Leah spent every minute she could with you, always partnering with you during training and offering to show you her favorite cafés and places in the city when you weren't kicking balls around, inviting you over to her flat for a movie night or taking you to the little Spanish market she'd found halfway across the city. You appreciated her company, knowing that she was trying to make this transition as comfortable for you as possible. She didn't succeed completely, as you still felt homesick whenever she spared you a minute to call Alexia, or when you checked Barça's social media to see all of your teammates together, seemingly not even missing you.

Logically, you knew that they did. Barça was a family, and Alexia told you everyday that the girls were asking about you. Many of them texted you as well, informing you that they would try and find a livestream of your cup game against Reading, in which you would likely make your debut for your new club. Still, seeing them without you felt like someone was shooting daggers through your chest, piercing the skin and leaving you to bleed. You wanted to be there. You should be there. They had taken that opportunity away from you, ripping it out of your hands and tearing it apart like a piece of paper.

Anger and longing rose within you interchangeably, and if you didn't know any better, you would've believed you were simply going through a breakup like any other. But you forced yourself to push through the first week as hard as you could, keeping conversations with Alexia short in order to not be pulled back into memories and instead attempt to enjoy the present.

You were glad when Laia told you about her birthday party just a few days before your first match. The team had planned to go to Laia's favorite Spanish restaurant, and as you were a part of the team now as well, Kim had extended the reservation for another person. That was how you had found yourself, dressed in a tight black dress with a pullover on top, in Leah's car, allowing yourself to accept her offer to share a ride, trying to ignore the ringing phone in your hands.

Your ringtone cut off the soft country music playing in the background, which you had told Leah many times you would not enjoy. When the ringing finally stopped, you breathed a sigh of relief. Just for it to start again mere seconds later.

"Maybe you should answer that", Leah huffed, her eyes focused on the road but a soft smile on her lips. You shrugged.

"It's Alexia."

"You're ignoring the Alexia Putellas?" Leah's expression turned into a shocked one at once, but you could only chuckle.

"You're feeding her ego. She's just- my best friend, you know?", you attempted to explain how Ale's success had never driven a wedge between the two of you, not only because many believed you were equally good at football, but because Alexia was likely the most down-to-earth person you knew. Of course, the woman knew how good she was. Everyone did. But she'd never let it change her.

"Isn't that just more of a reason to not ignore her?"

You shrugged again.

"I dunno. Don't want to talk to her."

Leah's eyebrows furrowed as you finally reached your destination and she put the car into park. Your phone began ringing again. This time, you declined her call, texting her quickly that you couldn't talk right now.

"Why?"

You shrugged again. It seemed like all you knew to do, but as you looked at the way Leah's expression didn't relent in the slightest, you knew that it wouldn't work anymore. Maybe it was good to talk to Leah. Maybe she would understand.

"It just reminds me of home, you know. I miss it", you croaked, suddenly overwhelmed with longing once more. You wanted nothing more than to be in your apartment again, to drive to the Barcelona training grounds in your blue and red shirt, to join Mapi's banter, you even missed being yelled at by Irene and Marta.

"Are we really that bad?", Leah attempted to joke, a hand of hers flying out to gently land on your knee. Your breath hitched at the sudden contact, your eyes leaving hers to stare at her fingers on your skin.

“No”, you huffed. “Not at all, that’s the problem.”

Sitting in the car with Leah, nothing but the annoying country music in the background, for a second felt like a breath of fresh air. For just a second, you could focus on the warmth of her skin, on the air refresher dangling from her rearview mirror, on the eyes that she lay on you gently, on the softness of it all.

“Should we go?”, you broke the silence, knowing that Laia would not be happy if you were late. It was past ten already, and you softly smiled at the knowledge that some Spanish habits never truly left. It felt comforting to eat this late, as stupid as it sounded. It reminded you of the countless team dinners you’d had with Barça. You didn’t allow yourself, once again, to dwell on the fond memories as you pushed your door open without awaiting Leah’s answer, her hand retrieving from its position as she followed you into the restaurant, a bottle of Spanish wine in your hands. You had brought as much as you had been allowed to bring, and you figured passing Laia one singular bottle couldn’t hurt too much.

The restaurant held a nice atmosphere, one that immediately pulled you in as the bell jingled above your head. Most of the girls were already sitting at the table reserved for you, who all turned as they waved at you happily, grins plastered on their faces. Laia caught your eye first - she was wearing a little plastic crown, grinning like a kid on Christmas as she rose from her seat, hurrying to welcome you and Leah, who seemed to be the last ones to have arrived.

"¡Feliç aniversari!", you hugged Laia shortly, rubbing your hand across her back before pushing the bottle into her hands.

"Merci", she smiled as she accepted it, taking Leah into a short hug as well before you made your way towards the only seats available. The warmth of Leah's body next to yours, the familiar food and music playing softly in the background almost made you forget about the guilt in your stomach. You weren't supposed to enjoy all of this half as much as you did.

Seemingly as a distraction, though you figured you subconsciously wanted to remind yourself of what was your actual home, you opened Instagram. A video of Aitana singing the Barça chant, laughing into the camera with golden confetti around her shoulders, made you halt. You scrolled. You saw the trophy.

Shit - that was what Alexia had been calling you about. Of course. It came back to you flying - the supercopa final was today. How could you have forgotten? It was all you had been looking forward to ever since the winter break had ended. Yet you were so far away from it all, the match had slipped between your fingers, and you were left with nothing but the reminder that Barcelona functioned just as well without you, that they had simply moved on, while you were stuck here - in a Spanish restaurant, with your "friends", trying to remind yourself that if you tried hard enough, this could feel like home.

With a screech, you pushed your chair back and wobbled out of your seat uncomfortably.

"Just need the bathroom", you excused yourself in response to Leah's surprised expression, before marching through the restaurant and leaving all of the girls behind.

The bathroom was empty, luckily, and you let the tears flow at once. How had you been so stupid? How had you thought that, even for a minute, you would be okay so far away from your home, watching your teammates do all the things you wanted to do with them, while seemingly not missing you at all?

It didn't make any sense to you- Barcelona could win every trophy they wanted, while you were stuck in London, not even sure whether they would want you back after your contract was over. Were you delusional? Were you ever going to return to Barcelona?

Just as your brain started spinning further, and you had to steady yourself on the sink, knuckles turning white from how hard you wanted to keep yourself grounded, the door to the bathroom swung open. You didn't need to look up to know who it was - her body was right behind you, and she smelled of vanilla, just like her car did.

Leah. It was Leah who had entered the bathroom. Leah who was frantically trying to get you to talk to her, all the while you were choking on your sobs. Leah, who had tried her best to make you somewhat comfortable in the club she loved so much. How were you supposed to look her in the eye?

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wosoamazing · 3 months

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Surprise

Summary: You surprise your Ma for her birthday.

A/N: Just a short one, based off this request.

It was the day before international break, a period of time in which Katie’s Birthday feel, she was upset that yet again your little family would be split on a birthday, little did she know that your Mum was planning to come visit her, she had arranged with Tony to have a break however that was after the team had already been announced, so she asked Tony to wait until the day she surprised Katie to announce that she was no longer available.

“What if I just don’t go to camp this time, they’re only friendlies” she said as she opened a present.

“Katie, babe, no, you should go, it will be okay. Oh, and also you will get your main present on your Birthday” Caitlin said, she of course knew what this was, it was you and her, but Katie didn’t.

“What is it?” “You will have to wait to find out”.

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“Which plane ours?” You ask your Mum, you were standing on the window looking out at the planes in the lounge, Steph and Kyra were with you, as always, except for some reason you didn’t have nearly as many bags as them, where usually you would have more than them.

“We aren’t getting on a plane today, Monkey.” She replies, “But why?”

“Because we are going to fly to Ireland tomorrow, so we can surprise Ma for her Birthday,” your Mum informs you excitedly.

“So why we here then?” “To send her photos like we always do so she doesn’t get suspicious. We’re tricking her into thinking we are going to Matilda’s camp”.

“But you say tricking is bad” you pout.

“Well, most of the time it is, but this time it’s for a good reason, so it isn’t bad”.

“Because Ma is sad, she won’t see us on her birfday and if we go and see her she will get all happy?” you question trying to make sense of the situation “Exactly” “kay”

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“PLANE!” You exclaim as you watch a plane take off.

“Shh, Monkey, inside voice, people are trying to work and relax,” she tells you softly in your ear before she turns to a group of businesspeople near her, “I am so sorry, she is just very excited, we are going to surprise her Ma today, she is currently away for work, and its her birthday today,”

“Oh no, it’s sweet, and that is such a cute thing to do,” one of the Women say.

“It’s alright, we’re not really doing anything that important, trying to figure out what colour to use for our design, but I’m sure Katie will be happy to see you. Oh god I sound like a stalker, my daughter is an avid football fan, she plays and wants to become a professional”. The man who seems to the boss says.

“That’s okay, but I am sorry, if I ever see you at a game, I’ll make sure to say hi,”

“Thank you, we are actually coming to the first game after international break,”

“Well, I’ll keep a look out and maybe I’ll have a gift for her”.

“Now boarding flight BA830 to Dublin, flight BA830 boarding now”

“Oh, that’s us, nice meeting you all sorry for the noise again,” your Mum picked you up and headed to your gate, you got checked in and sat on the plane, it wasn’t a verry long flight, but you still fell asleep, something about planes sends you to sleep, you had also not slept much last night as you were excited about seeing your Ma.

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There was a car in the pick-up spot waiting for you, your Mum had asked Eileen if it was okay if she did surprise your Ma, she was nervous that Eileen would say no as it might cause some tension/drama in the team but Eileen said absolutely, she even offered a driver to pick you up from the airport and take you to the grounds, your Mum had said it’s okay but Eileen said it was the least she could do,

You got in a car with you Mum, which stopped outside a local flower shop, you went inside with her and helped her pick out the biggest and bestest bouquet for your Ma, after you had purchased it, you got back into the car. After about 3 minutes you were there.

“You ready?” “See Ma!”

Eileen was on the sidelines, near where you were entering, when she saw you, she yelled out “Katie, can you come over here for a sec,” you Ma turned around and started jogging before she saw you and stopped, her mouth dropped before she crocked out "Y/N/N, Cait".

“Ma,” you said as you started running as fast as your little legs could go, when you neared her, she put her arms out and you jumped into them, she lifted you up to give you a big hug before perching you on her hip, your Mum wasn’t far behind her.

“Happy Birthday my love,” your Mum said as she placed a kiss on your Mums lips and hugged her, before putting her arm around her shoulders. “How?” “That doesn’t matter now does it, we’re here.” “I love you so much, thank you for surprising me and for coming” your Ma said as a few tears left her eyes, but Caitlin was quick to wipe them away.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months

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MUM?

Pairings: single-dad!George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George hired you to babysit his daughter while he works, what if she calls you mum on accident in front of George Warnings: none I don't think NOTE: tell me if you want a part 2, because i would be down to do another one

PART 2

you've been babysitting George's little girl for about 5 months now for some extra cash and you couldn't help but notice she was a little angel that was just like her father

you had gone to school with George but you weren't in the same group, you were friendly but never really talked, so you were surprised when he remembered you when you came in for him to hire you.

he had called you in today because it was busy with the holiday coming up and you said yes.

so that's why you were in his lounge room, his little girl Chelsea on your lap with her stuffed toy as he spoke to you about what to do for the day until he gets off work

"and you can go out to the little café down the street for lunch, I don't really mind and yeah," he nodded his head, going off the list

"do you want her to bed at any particular hour?" you asked him

"no bed!" she yelled, playing with the stuffed bunny's ear

"you know what? it's the weekend, I can put her to bed after you leave" he replied

"alright, you good up here?" he cleared his throat

you nodded you head and watched as he leaned down to place a kiss onto Chelsea's head

"I'll see you both later" he smiled before going downstairs to the shop

you admired George for what he's doing for him and his family

after Fred's death he was left alone here and then his girlfriend dumped their baby on him and left, breaking up with him and tearing his life up even more

he's been left to provide for him and his little girl for 5 years now and after everything he can still put on a smile.

you felt bad for him and Chelsea, they didn't deserve any of that and you couldn't imagine how anybody would want to willingly abandon them.

"what do you want to do first, Chels?" you asked, lifting her off your lap

she struggled as she got off the couch before taking your hand in her small one, she took a few steps back and walked to her bedroom, you slouched down as you followed her

"sit" she said to you

you went over to her bed and sat down as she rummaged through her toy box

she turned back to you with a teddy bear in her hand and frowned

"not there" she whined before pointing the the ground on the purple and blue rug

"sit there" she demanded

you smiled and got off her bed, taking a seat where she pointed while she took a seat in front of you

"I'll be bunny" she started before handing you the bear "and you be mister fuzzy"

you took the bear and smiled at her before she began talking with a different voice, impersonating bunny

"what do you want to eat, Chels?" you asked her, looking at the menu of the little café George told you about

"pancakes!" she beamed, bunny in her hands

"sweetheart they don't have that" you looked down at her in her seat

"but daddy said they do" she frowned

"well it might be on the breakfast menu, is there anything you want that they have on here for lunch?" you questioned

she sighed and pouted

"fine" she crossed her arms

you read out what they have and she made her decision and got the chicken nuggets with chips

"what did you get?" she asked, shifting in her seat

you told her what you gotten and she hummed in response

"Y/n? do you like my daddy?" she asked you, giving you bunny as her milkshake came to the table

you smiled at the waitress and looked back down at Chelsea

"your dad is very nice" you blinked

"but do you like him?" she furrowed her eyebrows cutely

"sure" you replied shortly

"do you love him?"

"I barely know him" you laughed it off

"but daddy says-" she started

"-I don't think you should tell me what daddy said" you cut her off, thanking the waitress who put down your drink in front of you

"but-" she tried again but you handed her her milkshake

"how about you try your shake?" you smile when she took a sip

you and Chelsea talked about things and you told her a story of when her dad had pranked you in school that made her laugh and say her dad was mean, you decided to leave out Fred in case that made her sad or George hadn't told her of him, but you doubted he would do that

"can we go now, I wanna draw" she whined, swinging her feet

you had finished your food and had to pretend to eat hers for her to finish her plate

"alright alright, c'mon" you moved to get up from the booth and got her up

"I don't wanna walk" she cried

you slung your bag on your shoulder and picked her up and went to the counter to pay

you walked back to the shop with her in your arms

you entered the shop and saw George at the counter ringing up the products.

"there you guys are! have fun?" George smiled as he saw Chelsea. the shop wasn't rushed as it was when you left, so he had time for a light conversation

Chelsea grinned and reached for George

you passed her over and he groaned dramatically as he lifted her up

"daddy! I had chicken nuggets!" she smiled

"of course you did, you love them" he kissed her cheek, making her giggle

"what are you guys gonna do now?" he asked, looking at you and smiling

"I'm gonna draw!" Chelsea spoke excitedly

"ooh, what are you going to draw, sweetheart?" he rocked her side to side

Chelsea thought for a second before answering george

"a unicorn"

"well you better go and get to it!" he put her down on the ground and she ran up the stairs, being careful not to trip as he kept you there with him

"any problems?" he turned to you and raised his eyebrows

you wondered if you should tell him about what Chelsea was going on about, about what he apparently said for her to ask if you love him. but you didn't want to make anything awkward and end up getting fired

"no, there's never any problems with her" you shrugged

he shook his head amused by what you said

"what?" you chuckled, confused by what he was laughing at

"what do you that makes her behave like an angel?" he quizzed

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything?" you tilted your head

"the past babysitters said she was horrible, that she was awful and behaved badly, I'm just trying to understand why she's being so nice to you" he snickered

"well that doesn't seem like her, speaking of, I should probably go make sure she hasn't hurt herself getting up all those stairs" you frowned

"right, yeah, you go" he responded quickly, watching you as you rushed up the stairs to follow her, calling her name

"do you like it?" Chelsea asked as she picked her drawing up

you looked over at her and smiled at the art she made

"it's amazing, Chels! who are they?" you beamed as you pointed to the people to the side of the unicorn that you would see in a typical children muggle book

"well that's me" she pointed to the short girl in the far right

"then that's you and Daddy" she said as she motioned to the other two

you laughed it off and she went back to draw something else

"Chelsea?" you turned to her, she looked up and smiled brightly with teeth

"why are you so nice to me? I heard you didn't like the other babysitters you had before" you interrogated her

"becuase you're nice" she kicked her feet back and forth as she layed on her stomach

"is that it?" you raised your brows

"because daddy said you were nice" she replied

you sat up and watched her "when did he say that?"

"he says it a lot, he talks about you almost everyday" she giggled

you smiled and went back to scribbling on a piece of paper

"I'm bored" she sat up and let go of her crayons

"well what do you want to do?" you blinked

"can we bake something!" she stood up and started putting her things up, cleaning without having to ask her to do it

"are we allowed to?" you asked as you watched her

"daddy said we could do anything, and we did it like, last week" she huffed, taking your hand, waiting for you to get up

"alright then"

"crack the egg" you instructed, holding the bowl with one hand as you passed her an egg. she was sat on the counter with a little chef hat that she insisted on wearing

she banged the egg on the bowl and let the egg oose out of the shell, before putting it to the side

you picked out some of the shell and passed her the second egg, letting her crack the other one.

"alright, do you know what to do next?" you quizzed

"beat it" she answered

you got the mixer and did it yourself, her watching in anticipation

you kept mixing around the bowl until it looked good

you gave her the chocolate chunks and let her pour them in as you folded it in.

"alright, let's get you down" you let go of the bowl and picked her up and put her down on the ground, getting the tray ready

you scooped the cookie batter onto the tray and put it in the oven

"when will they be ready?!" Chelsea jumped up and down

"they won't take too long, but you have to wait until after dinner to eat them" you responded before hearing the door open

"I'm home" you heard George call

"daddy!" Chelsea yelled as she ran to him, jumping in his open arms

it was the usual time he closed the shop but you hadn't realised the time until now.

you smiled as you watched them

"what are you guys doing?" he grinned and he put her down

"me and mummy are making cookies!" she giggled as she went over to you.

your smile faded away and George's face turned beet red

your mouth hung open as you avoided George's gaze that was stuck on you

"honey, um-" George cleared his throat, he bent down to her level and looked at her

"what did you call Y/n?" he blinked

"mummy?" she mumbled, not knowing if she was in trouble or not

George kissed her cheek and whispered something into her ear, she apologised before running to her room

George stood up and looked at you awkwardly

"I'm sorry, that's never happened before" he sighed

you stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to say

"I think she's just overwhelmed by the amount of time she spends with you, she might've gotten confused or just looks up to you and sees you as a mother figure. this is the longest that any babysitter has lasted so." he finished

"it's fine" you murmured, still a little shocked

"to be honest I'm glad she chose you to be her mother figure but if that makes you uncomfortable then i'll make sure it won't happen again" he smiled slightly, looking a little relieved

"it's ok, I wouldn't blame her, I think she's just confused too" you nodded vigorously

"do you want to um- would you want to stay for dinner? maybe" he asked

"if not, maybe with me, sometime?" he asked again before you answered

"are you.." you paused, once again, shocked "asking me out?"

"I mean, only if you say yes, and if I didn't just make a fool out of myself. I did didn't I? I'm sorry, forget I said any of that, it's been a while since I've-" he rambled

you'd be an idiot to turn him down, he was an attractive and funny guy, and a wonderful father.

"-I'd love that" you cut him off

"you'd love to go on a date with me? or both? I mean after seeing you with Chelsea I think I really like you- like is such a childish word isn't it? but i've grown some feelings for you and I hope you could reciprocate them" he gabbled

"I do" you smiled nervously

he stopped and looked at you for a moment, his face flushed and his smile faded before it came back again sheepishly

"great"

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cy6err · 3 months

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Whoops — W.S.

Pairings: Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

Warnings: kissing ? (On the cheek)

Summary: Your boyfriend Walker made a mistake whilst you were on live…

A/N: I kind of don’t like this one 🥸 but this is a part 2 of first look! (check that one out first if you want, but it’s not required to.) also, this is awfully short and I apologise for it 🙏🏻

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It had been a few months since you and Walker have been together for, but you two kept it on the down low. The people who knew were Aryan and Leah (of course), and they too kept it a secret. The only reason was because you and Walker didn’t want to try and start a whole bunch of chaos within the fandom about your guys’ relationship.

Knowing how the fans are, you both decided to not reveal anything between you two— Other than the light flirting and glances you give each other during small videos uploaded by your friends. It was nice having him as your boyfriend… texting and calling each other every day, unless he’s busy with work or school obviously.

He would also call you during his live streams with Brady Noon— but you stayed in mute because you didn’t want others to hear you talking, you just wanted to be in each other’s presence.

Due to him being busy with work, you barely had time to call or even text him anymore. Yes, he did text you, but they were mostly dry responses. However, he made sure to put an emoji at the end of them so you knew he wasn’t being dry on purpose.

The calls were brief as well, only getting around 10-15 minutes of talking before the, “I’m being called to set and retouch my makeup, I’ll call you later.” Only to find yourself waiting until the moment you fall asleep with no call from him.

He would send an apology text and tell you how much he still cared about you to ease your overthinking. You understood that he was gonna be busy a lot more than usual now that he was filming for PJO season 2.

Sure, keeping the relationship a secret wasn’t all that bad, but it was somewhat hard to take pictures together without making anything obvious (Leah was so kind enough to help you two); So, you posted the ones you found most ‘friendly’ looking.

It had been a normal Saturday when you were home, laying in your bed and rotting in your room. You didn’t need to film until the next month or so, giving you some time to relax after filming for 2 and a half months straight. Your mom was out for the day doing some errands, leaving you home alone for some time.

Walker was also busy today, needing to film for season 2, so he was going to be very distant with you until further notice— which you hated. After contemplating on what to do, you decide to go live for a bit on Instagram and interact with a few fans.

You got up from your bed and set your phone up on your desk next to your window, making sure there was enough light to show yourself clearly. You tap the ‘live’ button and waited a bit for some people to join (which was really quick). You had over 1,009 viewers already and you were pretty shocked at how many people joined the live in under two minutes.

“Hi guys! How are you all doing today?” You greet, smiling widely as you laugh at the flooding comments. Each one being: “are you and Walker dating?” “Where’s Walker?” “Do you and Walker have a thing going on??”

Shaking your head, you deny the comments. “No, we’re just close friends. And he’s doing well, just busy at the moment.” You sat there as you played with a few objects sitting on your desk, answering other questions from them.

You were getting really engrossed with the conversation that you didn’t even realise your mom calling your name until you heard your bedroom door open. “Y/n, you in here?” She asked, peeking her head in your room.

“Oh, hey mom. Sorry, I didn’t hear you because I’m live right now.” You give an apologetic smile, “did you need something?”

Your mom waved to the camera as the comments spammed “hi mrs. L/n!!”

“Just checking up on you, what do you want for dinner?” Your mom asked, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. Surprise me?”

“Sure,” she laughs, “I’ll call you down in a bit. I invited some friends over and they might spend the night, clean your room please.”

“Okay, are they gonna sleep in here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm! I’ll let you know when food’s ready.” Your mom then left the room leaving you back to your live.

You turn back to your camera and sigh, “well, unexpected guests I guess… and my room is not that messy!”

“Yeah it is.” A familiar voice said from behind, your head snapping toward the direction. Your eyes lit up with joy when you saw your boyfriend leaning against your doorframe, making you jump up from your seat to hug him.

“Walker! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” You exclaim, embracing him tightly to which he returned with a chuckle.

“Yeah, got some time off for a bit and decided to surprise you. I thought it was obvious when your mom said she was inviting friends over?” Walker said, looking at you with wonder.

“I thought she meant the neighbourhood friends and their children.” You shrug, pulling away but not quite letting go of him.

It was a moment of silence when he finally spoke up in a soft, sweet tone. “I missed you.”

You felt your face get warm and your smile grew, “I missed you too.”

With that, he leaned in for a quick a quick kiss, making you mirror the action until you stopped and looked away, making him kiss your cheek instead. He looked at you confused and a little disappointed, “Why’d you do that?”

“Walker, I’m live. I completely forgot.” You quickly run to your phone, grabbing it as Walker immediately became red from embarrassment. The chat was filled with spamming: “OMG” “THEY’RE DATING!!” “WALKER X Y/N CONFIRMEDD” “MY SHIP HAS SAILED.”

“Im so so sorry, oh my god.” Walker groaned, throwing himself onto the bed as you laugh lightly. “It’s okay, Walker. I guess it’s one way of telling the fandom about our relationship.”

He buried his face into the pillows and ignored you, despite his big smile on his face. You quickly said your goodbyes to the fans and ended the live, joining him in the bed. “We were gonna tell them eventually, right?”

Walker took a peek at you and nods, “yeah. I guess so, I just hope it doesn’t ruin anything.”

You lie down and mess with his curls a bit, “Just ignore them. Being with you is all that matters, you’re my ray of sunshine”

He laughed at your comment, “you’re so corny.” Laughing with him, you got closer until your mom came in the room.

“Foods ready— don’t get too close to each other now.” She says, giving a pointed look making you roll your eyes playfully as she left the room.

“Come on, let’s go eat. Im starving.” You pull at his arm and drag him out of the bed, making him get up.

“Okay, okay!” He grins, kissing your cheek and following you downstairs to eat dinner.

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(He surprised you with flowers 🤍)

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HII IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT 😔 BUT NONETHELESS, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT :)) it was lowk hard to finish this. feel free to send requests !!

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 9 months

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Save A Dance - Max Verstappen

You sat in your Monganesque apartment, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that had first caught your eye when Max brought you to the apartment. It was nice to have some quiet time, since, when you weren't working, you were taking care of Aleta.

She went to daycare from Monday to Friday, and that gave you chance to work from home. Christian had allowed you to do that since you had moved to Monaco, since your job allowed you to do so.

All you had to do was come up with ideas, schedule them, let the PR team know when and where they were going to be, and sign off on the final product. Even if it sounded like a lot, it got easier as time went on.

Now, it was the first Saturday of the summer break and you had been left to have a day by yourself. Max had taken Aleta to play with Nico's daughter for a few hours since they were a similar age. Max and Nico weren't overly close, but they had been getting more friendly because of their daughters.

You started the day off by sleeping in for a few more hours, and you felt nice and lively because of it. You had taken your time getting out of bed, bringing your breakfast back to bed with you and watching TV.

Looking around the room, you remembered waking up to Max crouched down beside you and telling you he had made dinner those few years ago. That exact pasta dish had become a family favourite and Aleta always asked for it when Max made dinner.

Then, you had lightly cleaned around the house, before settling on the couch for a few hours reading a book. After a while, you put the book down and your eyes stared out of the windows and down at the marina.

The view got better each time you looked at it, and the sight of the sun glittering on the blue waters was mesmerizing. It relaxed you slightly, since the seconds ticked down until Max got home.

You weren't able to keep the news from Max any longer and you looked forward to the priceless look on his face when you told him. The last time someone had heard, your heart was shattered. But now, you knew you were going to make him the happiest man in the world.

As if by magic, the elevator doors dinged open and closed, and you heard the footsteps of your three (nearly four) year old daughter padding across the floor behind you. "Mama!" she shrieked, hopping on the couch next to you and crawling into your lap.

"Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" you asked, watching the grin on your daughters face. From behind, Max kissed your head and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Aleta told you about the ice cream they went to get, and the games she played with Nico's daughter.

She skipped away to her room for a bit before dinner, and Max came to sit down next to you. "How was your day, liefde?" he asked, gently pulling you into his side.

"Very quiet and relaxing. How was Nico?" you asked, since you hadn't spoken to the driver in a while. "Yeah, he's good. She had a great time," he smiled.

You stood, wiggling out of Max's grip. "Where are you going?" he asked, as you closed the door to the hallway so that you'd know if Aleta was coming. "I need to talk to you," you said, sitting back down next to him and turning to face him.

"You alright?" he asked, placing a comforting hand on your thigh.

"Yeah, I'm great, actually," you nodded, unable to contain yourself any longer, "I guess I just wanted to ask if you're willing to build another crib?" you asked, watching as the penny dropped in his head.

His eyes opened in surprise as his mouth fell agape. "You- You're- Really?" he asked, trying to contain himself from jumping off the couch and leaping in the air out of pure elation. "You're pregnant?" he asked.

"Yeah," you nodded, watching as a huge, goofy smile spread across his face and his eyes lit up. He leapt off the couch and tugged you up with him, wrapping you into the biggest hug. "I'm going to be a dad, again!" he exclaimed, wanting to run down the street, yelling that his wife was having another baby.

"Thank you so much," he mumbled into your hair, the feeling of pure joy and happiness filling his veins. This was how he felt when Aleta was born, and it didn't compare to anything else in the world. "Can I tell Aleta?" he asked, squirming to go and get her.

"Of course you can, darling," you smiled. Having someone so happy to be having a child with you was something you so sorely missed out on when Scott found out about Aleta. Max was overjoyed and you knew he would be there through every step of the way.

Raising Aleta with Max was wonderful, and you knew that you were going to raise another brilliant little person with him. Max went to Aleta's room and came out with her on his hip. "Schatje, Mommy and I need to talk to you," he said, sitting back down and setting her down on his lap.

"Okay," she said, looking at you in confusion.

"You're going to be a big sister," he said, and the little girl just looked even more confused. Her blonde eyebrows knitted together in perplexion, and you could see the cogs turning in her brain. "Where is the baby?" she asked Max, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.

"Right there, in Mommy's tummy," he told her, pointing to your stomach. Aleta leant over and pointed her finger next to Max's. "But how does it fit?"

You and Max couldn't help but giggle at her question, and she seemed really interested. "The baby is really small at the moment, but it's going to grow and grow until they're ready to come and see you," you explained, and she nodded.

"I'm going to be the best big sister ever!" she giggled, bouncing on Max's knee. "I'll show her how to use the swings, how to braid her hair, how to make cookies," she rambled, and Max's heart was melting at how excited she was at having a little sibling.

"You might be getting a little brother, Leta," you smiled, watching as her face dropped.

"Ew no!" she scoffed, her face contorting into disgust. You laughed and Max looked offended. You knew he loved having his girls and taking care of you, but he definitely wanted a son as well. He had taken Aleta karting, but she was too young to enjoy it and had already said she wasn't really interested in being like daddy.

He wouldn't force any of his children into racing, but maybe his son would take more influence from his father and want to try it. Plus, Aleta had said that if she ever did race, it would be for Ferrari since Uncle Charlie had given her the Ferrari Barbie for her birthday.

You had wanted to steal it off of her, since it was completely unopened and a vintage that he had found and probably paid way more than he should have for it. When she was momentarily distracted with the custom Red Bull Barbie Max had gotten her, you had put it on the top shelf so that she couldn't reach it.

As much as she was her father's daughter, she couldn't help but cheer for Uncle Charlie when racing, even if she was sat in the Red Bull garage when watching.

When you told everyone about the newest addition, they were overjoyed and all offered to take Aleta out if you guys needed a moment. Aleta always made an impression everywhere you went, and everyone loved her. "Do you not want a little brother?" Max asked.

"No Daddy, I don't," she scoffed, almost offended that he would ask such a question. Max had his perfect family right in front of him, and he didn't think he would be able to wait for nearly seven months to meet his new bundle of joy.

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"Max, it hurts," you whined, sitting on the bed rubbing your swollen stomach. You were a lot bigger than you were when you were pregnant with Aleta, and you were having a much harder time than you were with Aleta.

"I know, liefde, I know," he said. Max had been an absolute trooper over these past couple of days. He was pretty much taking full care of Aleta and you, since you had been having Braxton Hicks contractions on and off.

It was late, and since you weren't sleeping, neither was he. He took a seat next to you on the edge of the bed, his hand soothingly trailing up and down your back. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked, his heart breaking to see you in that much pain.

You just shook your head as a few tears slipped down your flushed cheeks. "You should go to bed, you've got an early start tomorrow," you told him, not wanting him to be tired for training tomorrow. "As long as you're awake, so am I," he smiled, wanting to take on the pain for you.

"Max, you should really go to bed. I'll be fine," you said.

"Hey, look at me," he sighed, and you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face as he stared at you. You didn't want to look at him, you felt bad. "Y/N, look at me," he said, less softly this time.

Huffing to himself, he shifted off of the bed and crouched down in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs. "You are having our baby. Another stunning member to our family. It kills me that there is nothing I can do to help you, so the least I can do is stay with you when you need me," he told you, his hand reaching up to wipe away some of the stray tears off your cheeks.

"I think I'm going to have a shower, then I'm going to try and get back to sleep," you told him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. You were so grateful that he was there, and you could never repay him for what he was doing.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a small, pink object appear in the door. "Hey, Leta," you said, alerting Max to her presence.

"Are you OK, schatje?" Max asked, moving to kneel down in front of Aleta.

"I had a nightmare," she quietly mumbled, and you could tell she had been crying.

"OK, let's get you back to bed," Max said, picking her up and walking out of the room with her. While he was gone, you started running the shower and setting a towel out.

Meanwhile, Max had tucked Aleta back into bed and was just about to leave the room and head back to you. "Daddy?" her small voice said.

"Yeah?" Max replied, honestly wanting her to just go to sleep so that he could help you out.

"Is Mommy OK?" she asked. She had seen you, sitting on the bed crying while Max tried to console you, and tonight wasn't the first time. "She's fine, Leta. Just struggling with your baby brother or sister," he explained.

"Tell them to stop it," she sternly said, and he could tell she meant it.

"I will, schatje, I will," he smiled, closing the door behind him and he jogged down the hall to your room. You weren't there, and he could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

When he walked in, you had your back to him and you let the warm water soothe you. It may have only been slightly, but it still helped. As Max undressed, he heard a sharp intake of breath and saw a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye as another false contraction ripped through you.

You held yourself up with one arm on the wall as you closed your eyes and tried to wait for the pain to pass. "I'm sorry, liefde, I'm sorry," he said, scrambling into the shower with you. Max ran his fingers up and down your spine, trying to figure out what he could do to help.

"It's not your fault," you weakly smiled as the pain subsided.

"It pretty much is," he smirked, earning a small giggle from you. Pushing yourself off the wall, Max wrapped his arms around your waist and let his hand gently rub over your stomach. Peppering a few kisses down your neck, the pair of you just stood there, the water washing over you.

After a while, Max stepped out of the stream of water and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet. As you stepped out, he wrapped it around you and let you dry yourself off. Max left to get some clean clothes, but you had something you needed to say to him right now.

"Max?" you called.

"You alright?" he asked, and he appeared in front of you in a flash.

"Thank you," you said, placing your hands on his shoulders and pecking him on the cheek.

"For what?" he asked, resting his hands on your waist.

"For being here," you said, as if it were an obvious fact to thank him for. If anything, he was saddened by the fact that you felt you needed to thank him for being here.

"There's nowhere else I would rather be than here, with my children, and the woman who makes me the happiest man in the world. You have given me the gift of our two gorgeous babies, the least thing I can do is help you," he smiled, grabbing your hand and taking you through to your room.

Finally, you could both get into bed and go to sleep, ready for the days ahead.

—

"Leta, you are going to have such a good time," you tried to convince the now five year old Leta that she would enjoy her first day at school. Max wasn't there, and that was definitely playing on her mind. He was at a race this week, and he felt absolutely awful that he couldn't hold her hand as he walked through the door.

"I don't want to go, Mommy," she said, snuggling into your legs. You knelt down to look at her, all smart in her uniform. "Sweetheart, if you go in there and try your absolute best, we can go for ice-cream, alright?" you said. You knew the bribery of ice cream would make her try, and that was exactly what happened.

You walked her in, leaving her with her teacher. She walked in there smiling, and that was all that mattered to you. Now, you had some more time to yourself to work.

It was getting harder and harder to think of something for them to do, since they had already done everything. So, you would be making them do a classic Australian BBQ at the Australian GP. It would be fun to see, and Daniel hosting would always lend to some good content.

Just as you had taken your lunch break, your phone started ringing. Max's name flashed across the top of the screen, and you couldn't wait to talk to him. "Hey," you said, hearing people in the background. "Hey, liefde," Max chirped, "How's your day been?" he asked.

Yes, he did care about how your day was going, but he was really asking how Aleta's first day had gone. "Pretty standard, to be honest. Aleta wasn't too happy to go, but I said if she went and gave it her own, I'd take her and Ruben for ice cream," you told him.

"I'm so sorry I'm not there," he said, sighing.

"Max, don't be. These things happen, and she gets that Daddy can't always be there," you explained.

"I know, but I wish I was there," he whined.

"So do I, but you'll get to talk to her later," you said, and you could hear voices in the background. "Charles, one minute," you heard Max whisper-shout, and you couldn't help but giggle. "Charles wants to talk to you, is that alright?" he asked.

"Of course," you said, listening as the phone was passed over to the man from Monaco.

"Hey, Y/N! How was my darling niece's first day?" he asked. As much as Max hated to admit it, Charles was pretty much Aleta's favourite one of her inherited uncles. Max's dislike was purely because he was a Ferrari driver - at least Daniel was still in the Red Bull family.

"It was good, I promised her I'd take her for ice cream later," you told him.

"Well, tell her Uncle Charlie loves her and is very proud of her. Oh, and tell her we'll have to go for one of our special lunches when I get back," he said. You smiled to yourself. You had so many brilliant people around you who loved you and your children and who filled their lives with happiness and positivity.

"Is Ruben there or is he out?" he asked. Recently, it had been a war between Max and Charles to see which team your son would support. Currently, Ruben just went along with whatever Max said, but he had been following more in Aleta's footsteps with being a Ferrari girl.

"He's at daycare,"

"Well then tell him we'll go for a boys day out also when I get back. I'll even let him touch the steering wheel of the Spider," he said. Yes, Max took him driving, but Uncle Charlie's Ferrari was his favourite. "You spoil them, Charles," you laughed.

"Of course I do, they are my precious niece and nephew, they deserve to be spoiled," he scoffed, as if you didn't think your children deserved to be spoiled. "They are spoiled enough at home," you said, not wanting your children to become prima donnas.

"I'm sure a day out with their favourite Uncle isn't any harm," Charles said, and you could hear people bickering in the background. "Not a chance you are their favourite, Charles," you heard what sounded like Daniel yell. "Come on, Uncle Carlito is their favourite," Carlos argued.

"Where the hell are you all?" you asked, knowing that they weren't all always together.

"We're waiting for the interviewer to get here," Charles explained, the battle of the Uncles continuing in the background. "Max wants the phone back, so I'll let you go. See you soon, Y/N, tell the kids I love them!" he said, as Max wrestled the phone away from him.

"Listen, liefde, I'm going to have to go. Charles has started a full blown civil war in here," he laughed and you could hear the arguments ensuing. "Ruben may get to touch the wheel of your Ferrari, but Aleta gets to drive my tractor when she's at mine," Daniel argued. You always wondered where he took her when she was in Australia.

"Sorry, she what?" Max asked over the noise, and you thought it would be best to let him go.

"Max, I will talk to you later," you laughed, putting the phone down. You smirked to yourself as you thought about how much better off you actually were without Scott. If you didn't have Max, Aleta and Ruben wouldn't be growing up with that many people who love them and treasure them.

You wouldn't change your entire family (even all of the self proclaimed favourite uncles) for the world, and Scott leaving was a blessing in disguise.

—

"Leta, what flavour do you want?" You asked as you stood at the counter of your favourite ice-cream place in Monaco. "Can I get a chocolate sundae?" she asked, batting her thick eye lashes at you. "Just because you've done so well," you agreed as she clapped in excitement.

Holding her hand was Ruben, who was a literal spitting image of Max. Aleta obviously looked more like you, but Ruben was Max's son. He was so much like him as well, even if he was only young.

You ordered the ice cream and took a seat in one of the booths. "So, Leta, tell me about what you did today," you said.

"I did some colouring, and they have the coolest sandpit!" she gushed, her eyes lighting up at how good of a time she had had. "Did you make any friends?"

"Bella's Daddy really likes racing cars, and I told her about my Daddy's job and she said it was really cool!" she said, and something about Bella felt really good to you inside. "Me and Bella played in the sandpit," she said, and you already knew she had found a friend.

"I've got the chocolate sundae?" the waitress said, and Aleta excitedly put her hand up and the girl placed the sundae in front of her. There was no chance she was going to finish it herself, so you were ready and waiting for your turn.

"And a vanilla milkshake?" she asked, and Ruben just started smiling at her. She placed it down and he started sucking at the straw. "Leta, smile for Daddy," you said, taking your phone out of your pocket and snapping a picture of your daughter with her mammoth of a sundae in front of her.

You also snapped a picture of Ruben slurping away at his milkshake and sent them to Max. 'Waiting for the sugar rush... You're going to have a tough night,' he replied.

'It's nothing I can't handle ;)' you replied, sighing as you saw all of the ice cream and chocolate sauce around Aleta's mouth. As predicted, she was finished around half way through her sundae and you took it off her and cleared it. It was amazing, and you were surprised she had as much as she did.

"Uncle Charlie told me to tell you that he is so proud of you after today and that he loves the both of you," you said, and both of them smiled at the mention of the Monganesque. "He also said you can go for a special lunch when he gets back," you said to Aleta.

"And you can go in the Ferrari," you said to Ruben.

"Ferrari!" he squealed, and that was one of his favourite pastimes.

"Uncle Danny and Uncle Carlito also say hi," you said, and the kids both smiled. You really wondered who they'd say if you told them to pick a favourite.

You took your children home, putting Ruben down for a short nap before dinner since he was tired. Aleta had gone to her room to play for a bit and have some time to herself.

You opened your phone to some texts from Max, and it made you smile as he always did. 'Hey liefde. Was just thinking about you and how brilliant you are. I truly don't know how you manage to be so incredible at everything. Our kids are the luckiest in the world, and I am the luckiest man to have you by my side. I love you and I miss you so so so much. I'll call you later x'.

It was the little things like this that made you love him even more every day. He was perfect in every way, and you missed him so much when he wasn't around.

After dinner, you asked the kids to wait on the couch while you spoke to Max yourself for a bit. "Hey, darling,"

"Hello my love," he said, and you could tell he was tired by the flatness in his voice, but he was happy nonetheless. "How did the civil war end?" you asked.

"Basically, Charles, Daniel and Carlos were all arguing, then Checo decided to stir the pot and get involved. We had to end it by saying that I am their favourite, and Charles even tried to dispute that, but it has been settled. For now," he laughed.

"How's your day been?"

"It's been tiring, and the argument didn't help, but I'm talking to you so it's all good," he said, and you wondered if he could get anymore perfect. "I have been missing you loads today," he pouted, changing the call to a FaceTime.

"What, you don't miss me normally?" you teased, watching as he cringed at himself.

"Of course I do, but I've missed waking up next to you more this week," he said, lying back on his hotel room bed. "Do you want to see the babies?" you asked, and his smile lit up as he zealously nodded.

"Guys, say hi to Daddy," you said, sitting in between Aleta and Ruben.

"Hi Daddy!" Aleta smiled, waving at the camera as Max waved back to them. "Did you see my ice-cream?" she asked.

"I did, and I heard that you were very brave on your first day,"

"I was," she triumphantly stated with all the confidence in the world. "Me and Bella played in the sand pit," she smiled, and you could tell she was buzzing to go back the next day.

"Who's Bella?" Max asked.

"Bella is my new friend. Her Daddy like racing cars and I told her about you and she said you were really cool," she gushed, her voice dripping with admiration for her Dad.

"Well that's good. Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Yeah," she said as Ruben just stared off into the distance.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go and get your book and start reading before we go to bed?" you said, seeing how both of the children were tired. "I'll let you guys go and I'll talk to you tomorrow," Max said, not really wanting to put the phone down.

"Max, can I call you back in half an hour?" you asked, also not wanting him to go just yet. Max nodded and sat there, waiting for you come back.

After tucking Ruben in, you listened to Aleta read for ten minutes before kissing her goodnight and going back to your bedroom. The phone didn't even ring before Max picked up, his tired face filling the screen.

"What have you got on tomorrow?" you asked, completely forgetting the entire F1 weekend schedule. "Just FP1 and FP2, so nothing too major. I'm going to have lunch with the team as well so we can have a debrief and relax before qualis and everything,"

"That'll be nice," you yawned, rapidly blinking to try and wake yourself up a bit.

"You need to go to bed, liefde," he said, knowing you were pretty much run off your feet with how long your days were. You got the kids ready, dropped them where they needed to be, worked for the day, picked them up and spent the night entertaining them. Then, you were falling asleep as soon as Aleta's light went out.

"I think I will," you agreed.

"Are you sure it's not too much?" he asked. He had offered to get you a nanny or a maid to assist with some of the things that took up most of your time, like taking the kids to school. But, you wanted to do it yourself and spend those extra minutes with them.

"It's all part of parenthood, Maxie," you told him, slipping into your pajamas. "I love you, and I miss you," you said, battling to keep your eyes open.

"I miss you too, my love. Have a good sleep and I'll talk to you tomorrow,"

"Go and smash it in FP1 and 2, but I know you will," you said, putting the phone down. You pretty much fell asleep as soon as the phone was set down on the bedside table.

—

"There's no point in me going if Dad isn't going to be there," Aleta said as you tried to persuade her to get into her dress for the dance at school. Normally, she loved going to all of the events that school offered, but tonight was different.

Tonight was the Father Daughter dance, and Max was away. His flight was late that night, and her couldn't get home in time. He had profusely apologised to Aleta and promised to make it up to her, but it wasn't the same.

You had exhausted every option of people to go with her, since all of her uncles were away as well and everyone else was busy. In the end, you had to go with her just so she had someone. "You'll have me," you meekly smiled, trying to cheer her up a bit.

"I know, but it's not the same," she trailed off, trying not to hurt your feelings. She was grateful that you were going with her, but it wasn't the same as having Max there. Ruben had gone home with one of his friends and was staying over so that he was out of the house.

You had given Aleta a fully girls night in while you got ready, and she did really enjoy herself. You made her her favourite dinner, and bought her favourite snacks. You even made chocolate covered strawberries while she was at school.

Then, you curled her hair and did her makeup like she had wanted you to do, and helped pick a dress and accessories to wear. You then got dolled up, probably more than you should have for a school event, but Aleta had insisted that you went full glam.

"I know, but we're going to go and have the best time we can," you bargained, looking at how pretty she looked and it would be a shame to not go out. "OK, I'm going to text Bella and see what time she's getting there," she said, picking her phone off her bed.

"We'll go in ten, alright?" you said. She nodded as you closed the door and retreated to your bedroom to get your shoes from the wardrobe. As you buckled the clasps on your ankles, you phone started vibrating on the table.

There was no need to check, you knew who it was. "Hey, darling," you said, picking the phone up and putting it on speaker. "Hey, liefde. How's Leta?" he asked, and you could hear the guilt in his tone.

"She's alright, she doesn't want to go without you, but Mom will have to do," you half-heartedly chuckled, slipping the next heel onto your foot. "I feel so bad," he groaned, and you knew he did. He had told you every time you had spoken in the past week that he felt awful.

"I know, Max. She understands you have to work," you said, even though Aleta had complained to you multiple times about how she didn't like Max's job. "Tell her I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"I will. I've got to go now, Max. I'll send you pictures later," you said, dropping your phone into your bag and walking down to Aleta's room as your heels clicked on the floor. "You ready to go, sweetheart?" you asked knocking on the door.

"Yeah," she came out, her bag over her shoulder. You swiped the car keys out of the safe, since Max had told you to take whichever car you wanted since he felt bad. As you drove, you could tell Aleta was imagining Max in your place, but you didn't mind.

Pulling into the school car park, you opened the door for her. "You look stunning, Leta," you complimented, watching as she smiled at your comment. "Shall we?" you asked, extending an arm out to her. She took it as the pair of you walked through the doors.

Since you were a bit early, you let Aleta go off and find Bella as you spotted her Dad (Andrea) at a table. You felt very out of place among all of the Fathers in suits, but you were glad to be there. "Hi, Y/N," he said as you took a seat next to him.

"Hey," you said, watching as Aleta and Bella danced together on the dancefloor, laughing at each other. "Max away?" he asked. He already knew the answer, because he was already planning on asking if Aleta wanted to dance to make her feel better, but he wouldn't have to.

"Yeah, he wishes he could be here but the devil never rests, and neither does Max Verstappen," you joked, spotting even more parents flooding through the door with their kids. "What time does he fly back?" Andrea asked.

"It was at 2, so he should be on the plane already," you told him, gazing around the hall. The school had made it look very nice, with glittery lights and vibrant decorations. "You sure his flight isn't earlier?" Andrea queried, eyes flitting towards the door.

"No, it shouldn't be," you said, following his gaze. Nothing happened, though. "Is it alright for me to dance with Aleta later?" Andrea asked, smile faltering slightly.

"Yeah, I think she'd appreciate that," you nodded.

"How did you two meet?"

"I was working with him when he was on media duties and that kind of stuff. We started talking more when Aleta's father broke up with me," you explained. Everyone (including Aleta) knew that Max wasn't her real father, but it wasn't a big deal. "And he was there for me from day one, and things sparked from there,"

"Well you're very lucky," he smirked, and you felt like something was up.

"I really am,"

"You think he'd fly across the world in the most cramped seat economy class has to offer for you?" you looked at him, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. It wasn't the normal type of question that someone would ask you. "Yeah, he would," you hesitantly agreed.

"I think you'd be right about that," Andrea smiled, nodding towards the door. Behind a flurry of Dads with their daughters, walked in a blonde man with that glint in his smile that you had fallen oh so in love with.

You sprung from your seat and jogged through the dancefloor, flinging your arms around his neck. "You're here," you whispered, as if you were verifying that he was real and not some figment of your imagination.

"I just couldn't miss it," he whispered back.

—

"Max, we're only going to be able to set off at seven," Max's pilot told him. That just wasn't going to work for him, unfortunately. "I have to be there at seven," he replied, checking his watch. He had gotten at the airport for seven am so that he could board his plane as soon as possible.

But, today was very busy for some reason and the air wasn't clear until seven. "Wait here," Max said, stomping through the airport to the check-in desk. "Hi, sorry, do you have any seats on any flight going to Nice Côte d'Azur Airport from now to nine?" he asked the lady.

"We've got an economy class seat on a plane that sets off at eight?" she said, checking the system for the flights they had. "Yeah, that's perfect," he replied. Max paid for the seat and went back to the lounge to collect his luggage.

"Whenever you can, can you get the plane to Nice?" he asked, knowing he'd need the plane at home for the next race. "Of course, enjoy your flight," the man smiled, letting Max go.

Max steam rolled his way through the airport and boarded the plane. He found his seat, and he was less than impressed. It was a middle seat with two strangers on either side and there was nowhere near enough leg room for him. But, if it meant getting back to you and Aleta in time, it was worth it.

He spent the next nine hours, fidgeting about in discomfort, counting down the seconds until he could get off the plane and get a taxi home.

After nearly ten hours of traveling, Max wandered through the door to an empty penthouse. After a refreshing shower, he dressed himself in one of his suits and made sure he looked fit for his daughter's first school dance.

Checking the time, he realised he'd be dead on time if he set off instantly, and that was exactly what he did.

Once he arrived, he strolled through the doors, and he spotted some parents not-so-secretly ogling him as they clearly knew who he was. He had texted Andrea and told him he'd be there so that he could distract you when he pulled into the car park.

Now, Andrea had set it up so that you were watching as he walked through. You sprung from your seat and jogged over to him. His eyes were stuck on you as you came to him.

He had seen you in dresses before, but there was just something about the way the loose fabric hung off your hips that made him crazy. Then again, you could have been wearing a trash bag and he would have thought you looked amazing.

"You're here," you whispered into his ear, and he was so glad to be holding you again and he was just happy to talk to you in person again.

"I just couldn't miss it," he whispered back, closing his eyes and embracing the moment. "You go sit with Andrea, I'll go get Aleta," you clapped, not able to wait for her reaction.

Max did as he was told and sat with Andrea, thanking him for going along with the plan that was very hastily set out. But, when he saw you and Aleta in the corner, he stood and waited for his girls to come over.

"Hey Bella," you smiled at the dark haired girl. As you suspected, the girls had become fast friends and had stayed that way ever since. It was safe to say they were best friends for ever.

"Hey, Y/N," she sweetly greeted. Recently, she had practically lived at your house and she was a joy to have around.

"Leta, I've got you something at the table," you said, barely able to contain the surprise. "OK," she said, and you could tell she was skeptical at your giddiness.

You led her through the crowd and kept her behind you so she couldn't see. When you got there, you stepped to the side to reveal Max, and the huge smile on her face said it all.

If you could pause time and take a picture of the elation on hers and Max's face, you would have.

"Dad!" she happily squealed, turning a few heads as she ran up to Max, leaping into his arms. "You're actually here," she cried, burying her face into his neck.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," he told her, holding his daughter tightly. Putting Aleta down, you saw how her eyes were slightly glassy.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry," Max quietly consoled so people didn't hear. "I'm just so happy you're here," she smiled, hugging him again and taking in the scent of her dad - the smell of comfort.

"Well I must say all three of you are looking gorgeous tonight," he said to you, Bella and Aleta. Reaching into his pocket, Max produced three pastel coloured roses.

The blue one was handed to Bella, and she beamed at Max. "Thank you, Max," she smiled.

"Not a problem, Bells,"

Tucking the purple flower behind Aleta's ear, she couldn't stop smiling. Giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, he whispered something to her and she started giggling profusely and blushing.

One of the few slow songs of the night came on, and Andrea offered his arm out to Bella, which she took and they strolled away. "I'll be one second, Leta," Max said, and she waited and nodded.

"You look breathtaking, liefde," he complimented, placing the pink flower behind your ear, "And you look unbelievably handsome tonight," you said back, stealing a quick kiss on the lips.

"Really guys? Here?" Aleta joked, earning hearty chuckles from all of you.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" Max poshly asked, extending an arm out to Aleta. "You may, good sir," she responded, and you lost them to the crowd.

"You look incredible, schatje." Max smiled at his beautiful girl.

"Thanks Dad," she responded, still not fully believing that he was actually there, dancing with her.

You stayed in your seat, watching as two of your three favourite people laughed and smiled at the fun they were having. Aleta currently had her feet on top of Max's and was gripping onto him for dear life to stop herself from falling over.

You wished you had Ruben here to make it a full set, but tonight was about Aleta, and you were happy to sit and watch.

As the night drew on, Bella danced with Max for a bit, and Aleta had a go with Andrea and you had declared yourself as photographer for the night. You didn't just take pictures of Aleta, Bella, Max and Andrea, you offered to take pictures of the other Dads and daughters around.

By the end of the night, your camera roll was nearly full of pictures of smiling pairs, dancing or pulling silly faces at the camera. You were stood in the corner, snapping some shots of everyone for the school website.

"I wondered where you'd gone," a voice beside you said, leaning against the wall next to you.

"I was just getting some more pictures," you said, glancing at Max beside you. As the colourful lights hit his face, it made his eyes stand out - they were nearly glowing. To say he'd just spent the whole day traveling, he looked as good as ever.

Turning and catching him off guard, you captured the perfect still image of him, leaning against the wall as the strobe lights flashed. It was the perfect lighting for him, and it encapsulated most of the things you loved about him.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked, nodding over to the slightly empty dance floor. Most people had sat down for a bit and were having a drink or nibbling on snacks. "Thank you, but this isn't the place. Tonight is all about Leta," you smiled, and he respected the rejection.

For the final dance of the night, the pairings filtered back onto the dance floor as you sat and watched. As people took their places, you couldn't see Max and Aleta anywhere. You had spotted Bella and Andrea, but your two were nowhere to be seen.

Out of nowhere, Aleta appeared through the middle of the crowd, holding her hand out to you. "Where's your Dad?" you asked, eyes darting around the room to try and locate Max.

As if on cue, Max appeared next to you and took a seat. "This one is for you, liefde," he said, motioning for you to go with Aleta.

"But tonight is about you two," you dismissed.

"If it wasn't for you, then I wouldn't be here, and you look too pretty to not have at least one dance," Aleta complimented, and there was no resisting her sweet words. You took to the dance floor with your daughter, waltzing around the place like a couple out of a Disney movie.

Finally, the music ended and everyone retreated from the dance floor, collecting their belongings and making their way out of the doors. "Mom, can I go home with Bella?" Aleta asked, latching onto your arm. "Did Andrea say you can?"

"Yeah, I did. She can borrow some of Bella's stuff," Andrea chipped in from behind you.

"Then yes, you can," you said to Aleta, quickly smirking at Max. For the first time in ages, you were going to get the house all to yourselves. You said your goodbyes to Andrea, Bella and Leta, before hopping into your seperate cars and speeding home.

Max got there first, and you found him stood in the kitchen, still in his suit as the speaker in the corner played some soft, oldies music. "Is now the right time for a dance, my love?" he asked, looking you up and down. "I'd say it is, yeah,"

He pulled you close, and you rested your head on his chest. Max peppered some kisses on the top of your head as you swayed to the music. "I thought you'd be all danced out," you laughed, looking up at him.

"I'll always save a dance for you, my darling ," he mumbled, losing his train of thought as he looked at you. His hand squeezed your waist, tugging you impossibly closer to him. "Did I tell you how gorgeous you look?" he mumbled into your hair.

"Did I tell you how handsome you look?" you replied as the song came to close. You both carried on swaying in silence for a short while, slowly manoeuvring towards the hallway that lead to your bedroom. "What do you say we try out for number three?" he said, glancing over to the door.

"I like the sound of the process, but not the outcome," you said. That was probably the weirdest way to say you didn't want another child, but Max got what you meant. "Come on, just one more. Besides, I was number 33,"

"Exactly, you're not Daniel. I just don't want to push another child out, to be blunt about it," you told him, and you could see the slight amount of sadness behind his eyes. He just wanted to hold a baby again and drive down the road of being a new parent one more time.

"I'm sorry," you said, holding a hand to his cheek. You knew he wanted one more child, but you were content with Aleta and Ruben. "Don't be, I get it," he smiled, trying to hide his disappointment from you. It was your body and completely your choice, but it didn't mean he wasn't slightly dejected.

"I am happy with our two angels already," he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. "But I still think the process sounds fun," he smirked, causing you to turn red. Max gently pulled you with him to your room, and you certainly enjoyed the night by yourselves.

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You were in the kitchen, making lunch for everyone when the buzzing from the intercom sounded out. Washing your hands of the tomato juices that you were cutting, you pressed the button. "Hey, Y/N, it's me," you heard the voice of Charles sounded through.

"Come on up," you unlocked the door to let him in, and he appeared from the elevator a few minutes later. "Where is everyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Aleta is with Bella, they've just gotten back from getting themselves some ice cream. Max and Ruben are still getting ready," you said. "You want a coffee or something?"

"No, but thanks. Do you need any help?" he offered.

"No, you can sit down," you said, and Charles took a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. "How's a caesar salad sounding for lunch?"

"Sounds great," he said, his head turning to see Max and Ruben emerging from the hall. Max had been trying to fit Ruben into one of his old race suits so that he would feel extra special during their boys day out.

"Look at you, future world champ!" Charles exclaimed. Thankfully, Ruben had taken a great interest in racing and had started karting when he was five and was getting really good. He had been taking part in some competitions recently, and he was handling himself well.

Max had his Red Bull suit on, and Charles stuck out like a sore thumb with his scarlet of the Scuderia. "I'll take lunch through to the girls, help yourselves," you smiled to the boys, plating up a portion of salad and some buttered baguette for the girls.

You got back to see all three of then tucking in happily, enjoying what you had made. "You guys going now?" you said, taking away the dirty dishes.

"Liefde, sit down, I'll do it," Max said, snatching the plates of you and gently nudging you towards his seat. "You guys go, you should be taking advantage of all the track time you can get," you told them, watching as Ruben sprung from his chair and grabbed Charles' hand, dragging him towards the elevator. "Let's go, Uncle Charlie!"

"Thanks for lunch, Y/N. You'll have to come round for dinner at mine sometime soon!" he collared as the elevator doors dinged close. "You should go and catch up with him before he talks Charles into something," you laughed.

"Good idea, I'll see you later," he said, kissing you and scampering off after Ruben and Charles.

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"I told you I'd beat you," Charles stuck his tongue out at Ruben as your son hopped out of his kart, looking utterly dejected. "But you're a karting champion, I'm not," he sulked. taking his helmet.

"Oh you will be, I know you will," Charles reassured.

"Do you want to go again? 5 laps, first one across the line wins?" Charles asked him as Max pulled up. "Charles I swear to god the next time you push me off the track will be your last!" he huffed, clambering out of the kart and hobbling over to the group.

"All is fair in love and racing, Max," Charles giggled childishly with Ruben. "Come on, we're going for 5 more laps," Charles said, running off to get back in his kart. Max just sighed and shook his head. When Charles was around the kids, he was just a big kid himself.

Max decided he was going to race this one, and he wasn't going to show the Monganesque any mercy. Max, Charles and Ruben lined up on the start line, ready to race like their lives depended on it. "On your marks," Max started.

"Get set!" Charles added.

"Go!" Ruben finished, everyone zooming off the line in record time. They veered around the bends, hurtling down the straights. Ruben had the edge into the first turn, Max and Charles going side by side. Max held on for dear life as his kart shuddered on the slight touch with Charles, nearly sending him flying. He could see the smirk on Charles' lips as they drove.

Ruben was a good few seconds in front of them, thinking he would have an easy win. Out of the corner of his eye, Max just saw a bright red streak careening off to the side. Briefly turning back, he saw Charles sat at a stiff halt, trying to back up from the tyre barrier. Max laughed to himself, not even contemplating stopping to help his friend.

Max was quickly catching up to Ruben as Charles positioned himself at the finish line, wanting to see a clear winner. For laps, your boys were pretty much side by side, drifting around the corners. As they crossed the line for one final lap, Charles was clapping and cheering. "Go on Ruben! Take him out!" Charles shouted, even if they probably couldn't hear him.

Down the final straight, it was father and son racing next to each other in their karts, both of them so desperate to win. Charles probably needed a photo finish to actually determine a winner, but he was pretty sure he had an idea. But, even if he did have a photo finish, he would have chosen anyway. As they both hopped out of the karts, they raced back to Charles, both needing to know who had won.

"You are the champion of the world, Mini Verstappen!" Charles happily grinned after a few seconds of perfectly calculated silence. Enough to build suspense, but not so much that it seemed like he was doing something dodgy. A huge, beaming smile spread across Ruben's face while he let out squeals of joy. Charles hoisted him up onto his shoulders nearly dropping him in the process.

"I'm going to be like you and Daddy one day, Uncle Charlie," Ruben said, Max looking up at him with pride filling his eyes.

"And who are you going to drive for?" Max asked, expecting him to say Ferrari just to annoy him.

"McLaren! Like Lando!" He said, Max and Charles both scoffing. Max would honestly rather he drove for Ferrari.

"Not a chance," Charles said as Ruben plucked his cap off his head.

"I'm going to be champion of the world," he said to himself, almost like a promise. Both of the men heard him, knowing he would one day. One day, it would be his turn in the sun just like Max and Charles. "You sure are, Ruben. You sure are," Max nodded as he spotted you pulling into the car park.

Charles and Max were going for drinks after karting, and you had agreed to pick Ruben up beforehand. When he spotted you, he wriggled off Charles' shoulders and ran over to you, jumping into your arms.

"You're getting heavy mister," you said, your muscles aching under the weight of him.

"You're not as strong as Uncle Charlie then," he said as you kissed him all over his face. Somehow, the race suit made him look even more like Max.

"Your Mom is a lot stronger than me, Rubes," Charles smiled, before waving you goodbye as they drove off for drinks.

A/N - I'm sorry this has taken so long, it has been finished for a short while but I was on holiday! There may or may not be one more part in the works if you want to see that. It'll be here a lot quicker than this one was I swear! Also, I would love some of your suggestions - I am open to anything!

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pelova4president · 4 months

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My muses

Laura Freigang x Sydney Lohmann x Reader

summary~ In which you fall for two German girls that are in a relationship with eachother. They’ve had their eye on you for a little while now and decide to make a move now you’re working with their national team.

Syd and Laura are bestfriends, everyone knew that. They roomed, sat and did basically everything together. They played for different clubs but that didn’t matter, they got to see eachother more than enough.

What most people didn’t know is that they are a little more than friends, girlfriends to be exact. They didn’t really try to keep it private but everyone just thought that they were good friends since they had always been like this.

When you moved from the Netherlands to Germany it felt like a big change, you were only twenty and, ofcourse you knew a few words and sentences but that was it. German sounds a bit like Dutch but it was still hard to understand all of the difficult business words, especially when they were talking so fast.

You’ve been a sports photographer for about three years now. It began with your love for women’s football. Watching your childhood club Ajax play week in week out, you wanted to capture it. After you realised your phone camera wouldn’t do the job anymore you bought a real professional camera, it had cost you a fortune and you had to work extra hours at the cafe you served at. But honestly, it was the best decision you’ve ever made. You tried to capture moments from your seat in the stands but that was hard when the bald men in the seats in front of you stood up at every exciting pass.

Eventually, you mustered up enough courage and mailed Ajax, asking them to get access to the field to photograph the players in action. A few days later you got a response back saying that they’d like that.

After capturing many more games you signed a contract with the club, not as a player but that didn’t matter.

That’s how you got here, signing a contract with the German women’s football team as media manager and photographer. You’ve photographed some of the players because some of the girls had played against Ajax. But this was all still very new to you, working in Germany and also managing the socials.

They also didn’t really bother to introduce you to the girls, you just had to start. Or well, that’s what you understood anyway.

The start of your new era began rather hectic. The German girls were going to Italy and Portugal for some friendlies. They would play against Iceland and England to prepare for the World Cup.

You were staying in the same hotel as the team and at dinner time you eventually met some of them. Sitting alone, Laura approached you.

“Hey, ich bin Laura, ich glaube, ich habe dich schon einmal gesehen.” (Hey, i’m Laura, i think i’ve seen you before.) she introduces herself. “Ich bin y/n, but uhh i don’t speak that much German. I’m the new media manager.” you say awkwardly. Why are you like this all of a sudden. “Oh sorry, i didn’t know but you’ve got an accent. Where are you from?” Laura asks you.

You tell her about your little journey, working for Ajax and photographing. Laura sits down at your empty table and you fall into a nice conversation. She apparently remembered you from a game she played against Ajax a few months ago.

Laura was telling you about her love for photography when a certain midfielder came crashing the conversation. “Laura, warum hast du mir diese Schönheit nicht vorgestellt?” (Laura why didn’t you introduce me to this beauty?) the girl said. Laura rolled her eyes at her, “Syd this is y/n, our new media manager and sports photographer, y/n this is Sydney my idiot girlfriend.” Laura explained.

You didn’t even know the girl but to say you were disappointed that she was taken was an understatement. You really clicked and thought that she was even flirting a little bit with you but you were just imagining things apparently.

Syd sat down on the chair on the other side of you and began to ask you things too. But she had other questions in mind. “So, do you have a girlfriend.. or boyfriend?” the midfielder asked you shamelessly. “Uh no, i don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.” you said with a red face trying to look anywhere but at the couple. The two German girls smirked to eachother and continued to pester you with questions.

The next day Laura and Sydney wanted to take you out for the day since they had the afternoon and evening off. Laura had promised you some beautiful views and good food so you couldn’t resist a night out with the two girls.

You dressed up and had done your makeup and hair. The two girls knocked on your door and when you opened it you saw both of the girls looking you up and down. Sydney licked her lips and greeted you, “Du siehst echt gut aus” (You look really good) and Laura did the same, “Du siehst so schön aus.” (You look very pretty).

They walked you to the black BMW they had rented and Sydney opened the car door for you. Laura sat in the drivers seat and Sydney in the passenger’s. Sydney connected her phone and r&b played on the background of your lighthearted conversation. At some point in the conversation they stopped talking English and switched to German.

“Sie sieht gut aus.” (She looks good) Laura said looking in her little mirror. Syd hummed, “Sie ist sehr schön. Glaubst du, sie mag uns?” (She’s very pretty. Do you think she likes us?). You were looking out of the window, listening to Frank Ocean when you heard Laura speak English again. “I think so, i guess we’ll have to find out.” and with that she parked the car and opened your door.

They took you to a very nice restaurant, the vibe was good and the food and company was even better. They kept flirting with you and now it wasn’t just Laura when she was alone with you, they both were and they both seemed to be okay with it too.

“What got you into sports photography?” Sydney asked you. “Well, i wanted to capture the moments and you know, the women.” you laughed, your face heating up. The couple laughed at your answer and Laura spoke again, “I get it, i’m surprised none of my teammates made a move on you yet, you’re a pretty girl.”. You were surprised but flattered by her words. “Oh thank you, the both of you look really good too.” you complimented them.

“Sie ist niedlich.” (She’s cute) Laura said to her girlfriend. The brunette gave her teammate a smile and looked at you again. “Yeah, you think so, liebling?” Sydney asked you, trying to get more out of you. “Yeah- well i mean you know, you’re both really attractive and sweet and stuff.” you rambled and they let you. Both of the girls giggled at your rambling, finding it quite cute how you got flustered so easily.

The night ended after some more teasing and a nice dessert. They walked you to your door and told you that they enjoyed their evening with you and how they’d love to do something like this again sometime. Sydney kissed you goodnight on your forehead while Laura kissed you on the corner of your lips. You wondered of she did that on purpose or if she did it by mistake.

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viviannemiedema 😍😍

stanwaygeorgia got that portugal glow

sydneylohmann looking good 👀

laurafreigang touring with a good view

l0hmannbayernn wait but syd and laura were at that same restaurant too

↳ germany_w0men they’re probably friends i think since y/n works for the national team

You traveled to Italy with the team and arrived in the evening. When you stepped out of the travel bus Sydney approached you. “We’re going to the beach with the team, do you want to join us?” she asked you calmly. You accepted her offer and walked to the beach together.

Syd told you about the time she went to Rome with Laura and how they got lost and nobody understood them because of their German accent. It was so funny that your stomach hurt from all the laughing. “Syd! Stop, my stomach!” you giggled. “Okay, okay i’ll stop.” Sydney hugged you from behind, her hands on your stomach. “Better now?” she asked you, you could feel her little smirk. “Yeah, all better.” you hummed leaning into her.

Sydney took your hand in hers and with your fingers intertwined you arrived at the beach. Apparently there were boats for rent and you couldn’t resist, floating on the water at sunset, that’s a dream. Laura saw the two of you get on the boat and joined, not wanting to miss out on more quality time.

The three of you sat at the front of the boat, looking at the sun disappearing into the sea. “I’ve had my eye on you for a little while now.” Laura suddenly says. You’re a bit shocked and your first reaction is to look in the direction of her girlfriend who laughs at your motion. “We’ve had our eye on you.” Syd corrects her girlfriend. Now you’re even more lost.

Not knowing where to look you look into the distance. “What do you mean?” you ask just above a whisper. “We both like you, romantically.” Laura says for the both of them. You look up and Laura is staring at you expecting some kind of reaction. You look at Syd and she nods assuringly.

Laura took your face into her hands and leaned in for a kiss. Your lips met hers. You’ve wanted this for longer than you’d like to admit. Your kiss with Laura was hungry but sweet. When you disconnected your lips Sydney saw that as her chance. The kiss with the midfielder was a little more rough and longer.

Laura saw the state of you and couldn’t help but smirk at your swollen lips and messy hair. “I’ll take that as a ‘i like you too’.” Sydney said giggling and pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks reddened and you nodded furiously. The girlfriends laughed at that and Laura kissed you on your red cheek.

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The next few days you photographed the girls at training, made content, went on little outings with the team and you even got to steal a few kisses here and there. Sydney and Laura were absolutely wonderful and amazing models, both of them are pretty, beautiful, sexy, everything honestly. You liked taking pictures of them, especially when they weren’t looking or after a game they’d won. But all three of you knew that after this camp you’d probably see eachother again at the preparations for the World Cup and that was weeks away.

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got the best photographers out there 🎞️

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y/n_y/l/n i got the best models out there

stanwaygeorgia tatted girl 👀

laurafreigang du bist sehr cool lohmann✌️✌️

jule_brand 😍😍

wos011 why did y/n comment??

↳ arsenalw21p they’re sooo dating

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best days away

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y/n_y/l/n mooi meisje 😍

sydneylohmann got the coolest gf

↳ gerwntfann wait they’re dating???

sophie.kleinherne 😍😍

giuliagwinn laura freigang things

chels3akerrr why did y/n comment?

You were going from club to club in the break since you still needed to get some work done. Syd and Laura texted and called you a few times and they had a few dates planned between the camps. It was nice, they were absolutely perfect. You loved them.

The time flew by and the team had to get ready for the World Cup. You knew how much this meant to all of the girls. For some it was their first and for others just another. There was so much pressure on them, their nation was a winning one and everyone knew it, you could feel it. Germany was in it to win.

The team ended on top of their group and won all the other games in the knockouts. Fighting for every goal they got into the final. The final against England, the nation they lost the Euros title to. They wanted payback.

When you arrived at the stadium it felt like a dream. The atmosphere in the stadium was magic, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Fans from all over the world eager to watch the rematch of the Euros final. As the match continued, it became clear that it would be a battle till the very end.

With the score tied at 1-1, it got hard to watch the game. The seconds were flying by, and both teams were pushing themselves to their absolute limit. Lohmann, your midfield maestro, got past Keira Walsh and Georgia Stanway. Spotting an opening, she passed a perfectly calculated ball to Freigang, your quick forward.

Laura, known for her fast pace and clinical finishing, sprinted towards the goal. Millie Bright tried to tackle Freigang but just couldn’t get to her. With adrenaline running through her, she released her shot in the top bins. The stadium erupted as Germany took the lead in the dying minutes of the game.

Sydney flew into Laura’s arms, but Laura was searching for you. She knew you were there, capturing every moment through your lens. With one of her cocky smirks, she made her way towards you, with the high of scoring such and important goal she leaned in, planting a kiss on the camera lens. Her eyes meeting yours as she playfully winks at the camera.

The game didn’t last much longer. The extra time was over and the German girls ran towards eachother while the English girls sunk to the ground.

Your two footballers hugged eachother and you captured the moment. Nothing could top this moment you thought, atleast not for now.

The girls came running towards you and included you in their hug. “Saw what i did there?” Laura whispered in your ear. You laughed, “Yeah, couldn’t really miss it eh?”. The goalscorer poked you in your side and Sydney laughed at the two of you.

Things went really fast from that moment on, Syd and Laura asked you to be their girlfriend and you said yes ofcourse. You signed a contract with Bayern for when you weren’t working for the National team. That made it possible for you to see Syd almost everyday. As promised you had a date night atleast once a week with your girlfriends and Laura announced her signing. Both of your girlfriends were playing for Bayern and you couldn’t be happier.

It had all gone fast. You fell fast, you got close fast and you started dating fast. But in your eyes it felt like you’ve always known. You loved them and wouldn’t trade this for the world.

y/n_y/l/n

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meine schätze

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laurafreigang finally learned some german

↳ y/n_y/l/n just for the both of you

jillroord you’re supposed to root for us not Germany 🙄

sydneylohmann you’re our WAG 😍

↳ y/n_y/l/n honoured to be your WAG 😘

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lovef00tball i knew it!!

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thank you Australia and New Zealand ❤️

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y/n_y/l/n mijn lieveheersbeestje 🐞❤️

↳ sydneylohmann you were scared of it so i don’t take it as a compliment

jillroord loohhmaaannn ❤️

sam_kerr_ winnerrrr 🥇

laurafreigang we’re so sexy

↳ y/n_y/l/n you are xx

↳ sydneylohmann thank you baby

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australia with my mäuschen

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sydneylohmann you’re a rat

↳ laurafreigang awww you’re so sweet 😍

y/n_y/l/n you’ve charmed your way into my life

↳ laurafreigang it was the photographer rizz i think

↳ sydneylohmann no definitely the football rizz

sam_kerr_ freigang touring the world with her sidekicks

↳ sydneylohmann i’m not a sidekick!!

A/N the ending is a bit abrupt so there’s a chance that i’ll make a second part?? Thanks to @totaly-obsessed i think i’ve done pretty well with the german nicknames and sentences.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #laura freigang x reader #laura freigang #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann #gerwnt #bayern munich frauen #eintracht frankfurt frauen #engwnt #georgia stanway

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thealtoduck · 2 months

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Glass Shoes

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Prequel to The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Summary: Your mother Silver St. Cloud introduces you to her boyfriend’s sons Dick and Jason…

(A/n: Sorry if i’m posting a lot of this but i’m having fun :)…)

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”Where are we going? I thought we were eating dinner with your boyfriend” you asked looking out the window of the car not recognising the area it was driving through. ”We are but me and Bruce decided it was time you and his sons get to meet, so he invited us for dinner at his house” your mother explained.

The car stopped at a gate, your mom pressed a buzzer and soon the gates opened and your mom drove up the long driveway stopping in front of the immense garndeur Wayne manor. Making you question ”Is this what you call house now? Mom, i think dating a billionare is starting to get to you”.

Your mom chuckled and ignored your statement. The two of you got out of the car and she led you towards the front door. You tugged a bit at the uncomfortable collar of the button up your mom had made you wear to make ”a good first impression”.

Your mom rang the doorbell and soon it opened revealing your mom’s boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, ”Silver” he greeted and pulled her in to a hug giving her a quick kiss on the lips. His attention then turned to you and he greeted ”Hi Y/n, how are you?”.

”I’m good but i hate this shirt, it’s itchy” you answered. Bruce smiled and said charmingly ”I promise you won’t have to wear it for your future visits but can you stick it our for tonight?”. ”Okay” you replied as you adjusted the collar again.

Bruce then led the two of you inside, showing you where to hang your jackets. He then led you towards the dining room. The manor was as fancy as it looked from the outside with a very luxurious interior, it had everything from paintings, chandeliers and statues.

You then came to the dining room, it had a high ceiling with a big chandelier that hung over a long dining table decorated with a smooth white table cloth and silver candleabras. As you entered two people were stood waiting for you, it was Bruce’s sons.

If you remembered correctly from what your mother had told you one was named Richard but usually just went by Dick and the other was named Jason. They were both dressed up as well. Dick, the older of the two was tall and handsome, he wore a fancy dark grey suit with a dark blue tie.

Jason was a year or two older than you but even for his age he was quite bulky, he was dressed similar to you, a button up covered by a sweater and dress pants. ”Silver, Y/n, these are my sons, Dick and Jason” he introduced.

Dick was the first one to come over to greet your mother, he shook her hand with a smile and said ”It’s really nice to finally meet you Silver, we’ve heard a lot about you”. He then turned to you with his shining smile and held out his hand.

You took it and he introduced himself in a friendly tone ”Hi Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you, i’m Richard but you can call me Dick if you want to”. ”Hi Dick, it’s really nice to meet you too” you greeted trying to match his positive energy. Then it was Jason’s turn, he approached slightly more drawn back, not as big of a smile as Dick.

”Hey Silver, nice to meet you” he said simply as he shook her hand, he seemed less formal than Dick but not in a way that would be considered rude but in a way that seemed more grounded. When he turned to you his smile got a bit more boyish and relaxed.

You shook hands and he greeted ”Really nice to meet you, Y/n”. ”You too” you answered. The five of you then moved and sat down at the dining table, you and your mom on the left side, Jason and Dick on the right and Bruce at the head of the table.

Soon dinner was served by their butler named Alfred and he had not held back on his cooking for the dinner. The main dishes, the side dishes, even the bread and butter tasted like heaven. Once he finished serving he sat down across from Bruce and joined the dinner.

Most of dinner was spent with your mother asking Dick and Jason questions in an attempt to get to know them better and Bruce and Dick doing the same to you. Dick told several fun stories when asked questions and was good at keeping the conversation going. Jason wasn’t as talkative as his brother and kept his answers short.

Bruce asked you all the regular ”mom’s new boyfriend” questions, where you go to school, what you like doing in your free time, if you liked sports, in that case what kind?…

Overall it was a very nice dinner, once you finished Dick turned to you and asked ”Hey Y/n would you like me to show you round the manor?”. ”Yeah” you said excitedly and the two of you got out of your seats. Dick turned to Jason and asked ”You wanna come?”.

”Sure” Jason said, probably going for the sake of not being left alone with all the adults where he’d be forced to make conversation. It was very hard to tell how long the tour was, the manor was so big and felt almost neverending.

Later in the evening it became time for you and your mother to leave, you both said goodbye to Dick, Jason and Alfred. Bruce then walked you and your mom out to her car. ”That all went pretty well wouldn’t you say” he commented.

”Agreed” she said. Bruce then turned to you saying ”It was really nice seeing you again Y/n, i hope you liked the manor” giving you a light pat on the shoulder. ”Yeah, it’s really cool, thanks for having us” you said politely.

You mother unlocked the car with her keys and you said a goodbye to Bruce and opened the door and sat down next to the driver’s seat, you could see your mom and Bruce give each other a passionate goodbye kiss in the rearview mirror.

You looked away in childlike disgust at scene. Your mom sat down in the drivers seat and immediately turned to you asking ”So… what did you think?” as she started the car. ”They seemed very nice, i hope we can come back sometime, Dick promised he’ll show me how to do a cartwheel” you said.

”That’s good, it felt important you guys finally got to meet, since me and Bruce have been dating for a while now” she stated as she drove down the driveway. Little did you know you would be back quite soon…

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The next time you saw the manor it felt more intimidating, it was your new home…

Your mom and Bruce had decided to move in together. So you were now unloading the moving truck of boxes containing your and your mothers belongings and bringing them into Wayne Manor. Bruce, Jason and Alfred helped you and your mother carry everything inside.

The room you got in the manor was much bigger than your room in your mom’s old apartment, and that was already pretty big. You didn’t even know what to do with this much space. It took a while to getting used to living in the manor. The sheer size of it made it feel like you were living in a maze of hallways and rooms.

Having a butler that seemed to know everything you needed before you knew yourself also took some getting used to. If ever you felt hungry and were on your way down to the kitchen to make a snack Alfred was already there making you a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate.

But Bruce and Alfred were both good company and tried their best to take time off their schedule to spend with you. Alfred would even help you out with your homework whenever you needed it.

Jason wasn’t as happy with you and your mom moving in, you assumed he thought it was to early in Bruce’s and your mom’s relationship for something so major. Though beyond your knowledge it was actually because he thought the two of you would be distracting and get in the way of his and Bruce’s mission as Batman and Robin.

Despite you and your mom being unaware of their secret you both noticed something was off. They’d be nowhere to found for a full day and then suddenly appear in the manor as if nothing happened. You assumed the manor was just big enough for you to completely miss their presence at home.

Despite his hesitance Jason still enjoyed your company and the two of you would spend a lot of time together, whether it’d watching movies, playing videogames or studying. You were often found cuddled up together with a bunch of blankets in the living room having movie marathons.

Dick would occasionally come visit from Blüdhaven, when he had the time. He’d take you and Jason out to fun things like taking you to a amusement park or events and parades held in town.

A couple months after you were fully settled in to life at the manor your mom and Bruce announced during a dinner that they were now engaged. Meaning Bruce would become your step-dad and Dick and Jason would become your stepbrothers. And Alfred… well he would still be your butler but now it would feel more official.

——

Though only a couple of weeks later your mom would come in to your room, late in the evening with news. ”Hey mom, what’s up?” you said as you exited your bathroom having just bushed your teeth. ”Come sit” she would say softly sitting down at the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside her.

You’d do as told and sit down next to her, she had a sad smile on her face as she grabbed your hand and said slowly ”Me and Bruce have decided to break off our engagement”. The revelation left you in a stunned silence for a couple seconds before you uttered a confused ”Wh-What? Why?”.

”We realised it just wouldn’t work out between the two of us in the end, i’m sorry Y/n i know this meant a lot to you too” she said putting a hand around your shoulder pulling you in to a hug. You hugged her back and said ”It’s okay mom, i just want you to be happy”.

”We’ll start packing our things in a couple of days, make sure you get some rest now, goodnight” she’d say leaving you to get some sleep but the bombshell she had dropped kept you up that night.

Soon a small creak came from your door making you sit up in your bed and look at the intruder, it was Jason. ”Hey” he whispered. ”Hey, you couldn’t sleep either?” You asked quietly. He shook his head. ”Come here” you said making room for him on your bed.

He sat down on your bed, slipping in under the covers. ”I’m gonna miss living here with you, Bruce and Alfred” you told him. ”We’ll miss having you and your mom here too” Jason said wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him in a side hug.

”Look just because we don’t live together it dosen’t mean we’ll never see each other again” Jason said comfortingly. ”Yeah, i know but i was excited to have you as my older brother” you told him.

”Don’t worry St. Cloud, i’ve always got your back either way” he said making you smile despite your bad mood. ”Can you stay here tonight?” you asked him. ”Yeah” he said and two of you laid down in the bed cuddled together until you eventually fell asleep…

——

In the coming weeks you and Jason would go your seperate ways and not see each other for a long time. You’d attend a fancy academy in Europe and Jason would continue his work as Robin until he was killed at the hands of the Joker. However he would later be resurected and return as the Red Hood.

Little did the two of you expect that you would run in to each other at a gala many years later…

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gyuzgrl · 1 month

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food chain IIksyII

summary- a couple handsy young men have your boyfriend reminding you who truly is on top of the food chain.

wc- 3k

Soonyoung watches with clenched fists as you talk to his friends. On hindsight, perhaps introducing his beautiful, funny, smart girlfriend to 12 handsome young men, wasn't his brightest idea yet. He hadn't thought this through.

You sat on the couch, sandwiched between Seungcheol and Mingyu- both of whom appeared to have taken a particular interest in you tonight. A pretty white dress clung to your curves, stopping a little above your knees, your hair lay perfectly. You looked stunning.

They all seemed to think that.

"...which is how my love for literature started, really," you conclude your story, offering Jihoon a gentle smile. He blushes, lowering his gaze.

"what about college? how's that treatin' ya?" Mingyu urges, nudging your shoulder as if you've been friends for ages.

His friendly manner leaves you feeling eternally grateful. It isn't easy sitting in a room full of strangers. Especially when everyone knows the other person. Everyone except you.

You respond, grinning as you gesture wildly with your hands. A fond smile settles on his face and on the others, but you play this off as them being nice.

Soonyoung, however, does not.

He knows his friends. Knows them well enough to see that behind their smiles and innocent touches, lie lust-blown pupils and something akin to desire.

Seungcheol tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you talk, and you break off into a clumsy stutter. He grins, hand lingering on your hair with an evident fondness.

Your boyfriend grits his teeth. He rises from his seat, which ironically happens to be the one furthest from you, and walks over to you.

Everyone watches.

"baby," he grumbles, "can't hear you from all the way there"

You pout.

"come sit closer then, you're so far away soonie"

The petname pierces through all their hearts, like cupids very own arrow. Just when they thought you couldn't get any cuter, you had to go and prove them all wrong.

"no space" Soonyoung motions to the packed couch. "why don't you sit on my lap, pretty?"

"hosh-" you smack his chest, face heating up.

"wha- it's not like they mind, do you, guys?"

He turns to look at each of his friends, staring them down as if to say- 'she's mine. she's mine and you will watch her be mine.'

Gulping, Vernon and Joshua look at each other, a lingering guilt in their eyes. In all their eyes.

Seungcheol speaks up, forcing a smile onto his face- "of course not! go ahead, go ahead"

Wasting no time, Soonyoung hoists you up, making space for himself between Mingyu and Seungcheol, before tugging you onto his lap. His arms wrap themselves securely around your waist, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss there.

There's a sudden shift in the atmosphere. What once was a lively, active air, has shifted into a still, stagnant one, charged with envy and guilt.

There's a pause.

"y/n," a voice calls from the side, with a sultry edge- it's Jeonghan. "you never told us what your type is-"

"oh..."

You're a little taken aback by the sudden question, but the people-pleaser in you can't help but respond.

"well, I like Hosh, so I'm sure that tells you everythin-"

"c'monn" he pushes, "tell me what I can do to steal you from Hoshingie"

Your eyes widen. Surely, he was joking, yes?

You laugh, hesitantly, following a couple of the boys around you, but Soonyoung's lips are set in a firm, hard line.

"you're funny-" you offer, patting your boyfriend's hand reassuringly.

"I mean it can't be looks- cause frankly, you'd have been on my lap instead of his"

The men laugh, poking your boyfriend as he gnashes his teeth. He had to remind himself that he wanted this. He wanted you to meet his friends. He wanted to call them over to the house. He wanted them to like you.

Look where that got him.

"oh- I got it!" Chan exclaims, pointing at you, "you must like cute guys- y'know they're s-"

"cute?" Soonyoung interrupts.

"cute?"

They all fall silent. The laughs and giggles that erupted from all over suddenly ceased to exist.

"if you think what you've seen of me so far is 'cute' I'd better straighten up. seems like I've been too nice all this while."

His voice is dangerously low. The stares he shoots at the younger boy are nothing short of menacing. If you didn't know any better, you'd think there were literal daggers shooting out from his eyes.

"Hoshi let's calm do-" Dokyeom tries, only to find his voice shrinking back when your boyfriend turns to him.

"calm down? oh I'm calm. I'm very calm."

You feel his grasp on your stomach tighten, pulling you further into his lap.

"as glad as I am that you all like my girlfriend, I think it's time for you to go. getting kinda late, isn't it, Seungcheolie hyung?"

The older man jerks to his feet, agreeing embarrassingly quick.

"yeah we've overstayed, haven't we, guys? we should um, we should get going."

Like clockwork, the other men rise to their feet, mumbling pathetic little 'nice to meet you's before scurrying after Seungcheol, right out the door.

You scurry after them, holding the door open as you call out a quick "it was lovely meeting you! get home safe". It surprised you how easily Soonyoung got them to leave at his command.

There's a presence behind you, an arm stretching out to slam the door shut. You turn around to meet the gaze of your very angry boyfriend.

Like a deer, stupified under the watch of a tiger, you stood frozen under Soonyoung's glare. Behind his pupils danced a dangerous kind of rage- one that made your knees weak and your heart quicken.

"Hosh-"

"save it"

Biting your lip, you look away, feeling so incredibly small under him. Feeling so powerless. You're reminded that he's the one in control here and nobody could even begin to compare. Not Seungcheol, not Mingyu, not even Jeonghan. With the way they all ran off at his command, it was evident who really sat at the top of the food chain.

He leans in, lips ghosting over yours.

You were trapped.

"thought they were funny, did you?" he seethes, pushing his hips flush against yours, "hm? smiling away when they touched you, when they stared at what's mine-"

A soft whimper is all you can manage, chasing his lips as he pulls away just a little.

"no, Hosh-"

"I said. save it."

A familiar heat pools between your legs at his commanding tone. God he was so sexy like this- all angry and rough.

"I think you've forgotten, pretty girl" he rasps with a condescending furrow in his brow, "forgotten who you belong to."

Oh you were in for a long night.

"n-no Soonie m'yours- only yours"

"yeah?"

"mhm"

A hand works its way up to your chin, digits cradling the tip, tilting your head up. Your eyes flutter closed.

"mm, so eager for me" he coos, inching forward. You move to pull him closer, but he catches your wrists with his other hand, yanking them above your head, pinning them against the door.

You gasp, now completely at his mercy. He grins.

"patience, baby"

He closes in, lips finally meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. It's a mess of teeth and tongue and desperation, but you love it. There's a fire, a passion, when he kisses you- one you've seen when he dances. His body rolls into yours, hips pushing hard against you, and you moan.

His tongue shoves its way into your mouth, licking over the surface of your palate like he'd go crazy if he didn't.

It's dizzying how intense he is. His presence is overwhelming- he's all over- and you're helpless to it all.

Your lungs scream for respite, begging you to pull away, to breathe. Like a fire alarm, your heart thuds in your ears, almost in warning, as if to say- 'breathe! breathe before you lose consciousness!'

Hesitantly, you listen to your panicked heart, pulling away with a gasp. Your chest heaves under him, filling you up with sweet, sweet oxygen.

"can they get you all worked up like this? hm?" he mumbles, trailing his fingertips from your chin to the divot of your collarbones.

You shake your head.

His voice drops to a whisper,

"can they touch you the way I do?"

The solid muscle of his thigh parts your legs, bullying it's way in between. He pushes up, right against your sex, and you whimper at the contact.

"tell me."

"nobody t-touches me like you do Soonyoung- please," you breathe, head tipping back, giving him complete access to your throat in silent submission.

He trails hot kisses along your jaw, down your throat, sucking purple stains into your skin- so harsh and opaque, you wouldn't be able to hide them from the world.

"what will Seuncheollie hyung think, hm? what will he think when he sees how you let me mark you like this for everyone to see?"

You moan, the thought of his friends seeing the hickeys he left only adding to your arousal. The heat between your legs, the wetness, is unbearable. Your body yearns for Soonyoung, aches for him. There's a feeling only he can give you and you both know it. You need him now.

Picking up on your desperation, your boyfriend decides to move on. After all, he can't keep his pretty girl waiting, can he?

Firm hands grip your thighs, and a single command is uttered- "jump."

Instantly, your legs wrap around his waist and he hoists you into his strong arms, lips clashing in a messy kiss as he carries you to the bedroom.

Soonyoung lowers you onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. His arms cage you in, his hips roll into yours, his eyes- now narrowed at you in the way a predator would look at its prey- held a fire that made your skin grow hot.

"you need me to make you feel good, don't you, baby?" he grins wickedly, breath fanning across your face.

You nod, pathetically.

"say it"

He pauses, leaning closer- so close, his lips touch yours as he speaks- "tell me you need me,"

Tears prick your eyes- a mix of desperation and overwhelm taking over your senses completely.

"only you Hosh, I need you- I need you so please-"

"I know, pretty, I know" he interrupts, mumbling against your lips.

"please,"

And with that, Hoshi's all over you like a storm. Feverish hands grip and twist at your dress, yanking it off carelessly. He didn't care if it tore. He didn't care one bit. He'd just buy you five more tomorrow.

What he saw underneath was worth every penny he'd spend on your dresses.

A matching pale pink lingerie set. All for him to see.

"fuck baby, you're- you're killing me" he groans, shoving his face into your covered breasts. He pulls away, taking you in for a moment, before his hands tug eagerly at the fabric, leaving your chest bare.

"so fuckin' pretty, y'know that? y'know how goddamn pretty you are, baby?"

Bashfully, you turn away, biting your lip with a stifled grin.

"I mean it- god, if you could see yourself right now"

"stopp" you whine, covering your face.

He grins before his lips move back to your breasts, swirling his tongue over each nipple, pressing kisses, sucking bruises into the tender flesh.

With every flick of his tongue, you arch off the bed, pressing yourself further into him with a lewd moan. It was true, what he said. Only he can make you feel like this.

Soonyoung travels further south, tracing a path down your breasts to the hem of your panties. He places gentle kisses on your tummy, while his hands move swiftly to reveal what he considers heaven.

Feeling the wetness soaking through the pretty pink fabric, he can't control the groan forcing its way out his throat.

"so wet-" he says, almost frustrated by how perfect you are, "all this for me, baby?"

"mhm- all for y-you Soonie"

You squirm under his touch, feeling particularly ticklish with every soft kiss he places on your skin. That gentle manner is long gone, however, once you're left completely bare. It's as though the sight of your bare cunt flips a switch in his head- turning him into an animal; rough, messy, greedy.

His voice takes on a raspier quality, his breaths turn shallow, his arms tremble as he lowers himself to face your heat.

"oh, you're dripping"

You whine, wiggling your hips to get him to touch you, and he smirks. Large hands splay you open and yank you down by your thighs, straight onto his tongue.

There's no controlling the noises you make now.

You yelp when his tongue makes contact with your clit, toying with it so effortlessly tears well in your eyes. Every flick, every roll of his tongue has shivers running along your skin, with goosebumps all over your body.

"Soonie please- please, please, please-" you moan, unsure of what you're even asking for.

He responds with quicker motions around your clit, slurping loudly at your cunt. A knot builds in your tummy, tightening, tightening, until it's ready to snap.

His lips cradle your clit and provide just a little more stimulation as they suck around you, drawing the sensitive nerves out of hiding.

"d-don't stop fuck- m'gonna,"

All you hear is a hum, muffled by your cunt, shooting vibrations right through you. The added stimulation is exactly what you need, sending you over the edge in record time.

The knot in your stomach snaps, and you moan his name as you come, chanting it like it's all you know- 'Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung'

He slips a finger into you, wanting to feel your orgasm. The way you tighten around his digit sends blood rushing to his dick. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your walls tighten around him, to feel how eagerly you'd keep pulling him back in for more.

"that's it, baby- fuck," he drawls, licking his hands clean, "taste so fucking good"

Rising back to his feet, Soonyoung glances down at you, lips curling at the corners. He unbuttons his shirt, popping each disk off meticulously as he stares down at you.

What a tease.

Your breath hitches when he slips off the fabric, revealing his shockingly sculpted torso. While your boyfriend did appear less muscular than most- owing this to his cute baby face- he was easily one of the most chiseled men you'd seen.

He moves to his jeans next- unbuckling his belt with such dexterity you find yourself even more aroused than before. The button comes undone, zip tugged down, and he steps out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxers as he makes his way back to you.

Firm pectorals greet your eager hands, delicious striations, and defined ridges make your mouth water- god, you could just eat him alive.

"you're staring again" he mumbles, now hovering above you.

"am not" you grin.

"are too"

"am no-"

"shut up," he breathes before pulling you into a messy kiss. It's a clash of tongue and teeth but lord it feels better than anything you've done with anyone else.

Your eyes widen when you feel his cock rubbing up against your folds- when did he lose the boxers?

Before you can even process his speedy undressing, Soonyoung shoves his length into you, earning a particularly loud moan on your part.

He grins against your lips at the sound, and moves back to kiss you properly, now swallowing your whimpers and cries. His hips roll into you, driving his cock further into your cunt and back, repeating the process over and over again.

There's an ease with which he moves into you, like liquid metal. His movements are powerful and fluid, giving you so much pleasure you feel like you're losing your mind.

Sweat collects at his temples as he pounds into you, clumps of hair sticking to his forehead- nothing, no one, could even begin to compare to how gorgeous he is.

He throws your leg over his waist, angling himself deeper, just enough to kiss that spot no one else can. Your head tips back into the pillows, chest heaving as you moan helplessly under him.

"can they make you feel like this?" he rasps, picking up his pace, "can they even come close to how good I'm fucking you?"

"no- no one but you- fuck Soonie don't stop"

Sliding a hand down your torso, Soonyoung rubs tight circles into your clit, sending waves of pleasure rippling over your body. You cry out, back arching off the bed as tears spill from your eyes, staining your rosy cheeks.

"so pretty like this," he grits, "taking me so fucking good-"

You feel yourself right on the edge of pleasure, waiting, anticipating, until you finally fall. A wave of relief washes over you, muscles twitching as you let go. Soonyoung follows right after, gritting his teeth as your walls tighten around him, greedily coaxing out every bit of his release.

"fuck," he breathes, his thrusts growing slower before he stills in you.

He leans his forehead against yours, mumbling "I love you" over and over until you calm down.

"m'gonna run us a bath, kay?"

"mhm"

Lifting himself off of you, Soonyoung heads to the bathroom, to set up. In a couple of minutes, he comes back out with a warm, damp towel in hand, crawling between your legs to gently wipe off the mess you've made.

He cradles your thigh so gently, it makes your heart swell. Each swipe is tender and soft, making sure he doesn't touch you when you're this sensitive.

"thank you," you mumble, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He looks up at you, cupping your face right away with concern painted all over his features.

"baby what's wrong? did I do something? did I hurt you?"

"no I just- I just really love you. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you with me"

His face lights up, little crescents forming in his eyes.

"I love you" he grins, "I love you and you're gonna be mine forever"

He pauses to kiss the tip of your nose-

"now c'mere lemme clean you up"

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gurugirl · 5 months

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The Ex | ex!harry

Summary: Harry's your ex-lover and you see him at a wedding after many years apart. You're both married but Harry proposes something that you have a hard time saying no to.

A/n: This will have a jucier, alternative ending but you'll only find it on Patreon! I consider this Tumblr version to be what happens in 'real life'. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3435

Warning: 18+ only, mentions of smut, emotional cheating, angst

You had no way of knowing he’d be there. But then again, he also had no clue that you would be there either.

You spotted one another right away. It was as if by magic something had drawn your eyes to his. He was already casting his gaze toward you, those soft green eyes taking you in as he held the hand of the woman to his right.

Your heart skipped a beat and looking at him again after all those years felt like there hadn’t been a day that aged him. He looked just as youthful and vibrant and handsome as ever. Dark curls placed carefully on top of his head in a flattering style, broad shoulders, a slender waist, and nicely fitted pants showing off what you remember being very sturdy and masculine thighs.

“Oh! Here are our seats!” Your husband, Les, spoke from your side and pulled at your hand, drawing your attention back to where it belonged.

You shook yourself of the direction your thoughts had been headed just before. What good did it do to remember how things were once upon a time? When you were young and in college, no kids or a career… things had been so different back then. And seeing your ex, the man you thought you’d marry, the one you thought would be by your side until you grew old and ugly…

“Are you okay, babe?” Les asked you with concern on his face.

“I’m fine… yeah! Just looking around and seeing a bunch of old faces. People I haven’t seen in years.”

You were at a friend’s wedding. Someone you, by some miracle, had stayed in touch with since high school. You had grown apart from Seria over the years but she still invited you to her wedding and you couldn’t imagine missing it even though you had to find an overnight sitter for your two kids and drive five hours to a different state to attend. Something told you it would be worth it.

You turned slowly to glance around the room again, your wine glass in hand and caught his eye again. The woman he was seated next to was as lovely as she was when you first met. You remembered her. She was in your senior graduating class. An acquaintance. Someone that Harry had grown close to but that you hadn’t gotten to know all that well. At first, her presence didn’t threaten you. But after you all graduated she and Harry became inseparable and he slowly began spending less time with you and more time with her. They had a lot in common, as you recall. They were both music majors, they’d write music together and play at bars in tiny scraped-together bands occasionally.

You found out on accident about how serious he was about her. No one thought you didn’t know.

You had visited a mutual friend’s apartment and stopped in for tea and a little chat. Sarah had a whiteboard hung up on her front door, facing the inside. People would write on it. Doodle pictures, scrawl their names in different colors, or just leave funny messages.

You didn’t take note of the whiteboard at first but when you sat down on Sarah’s couch you looked up at it and saw what had been written in black with red hearts all around.

harry + ginny = really good stuff

It took you a moment to let it all sink in after you saw that. You and Sarah made small talk but you couldn’t stop thinking about what was written on the whiteboard. And the hearts all around it told you it meant more than just something friendly. So you had to interrupt and ask, “Is that… my Harry?” You already knew the answer.

Sarah followed your gaze to the whiteboard and she let out a small gasp, “Oh! I forgot that was there. Are you okay about all this? I know it’s still fresh. You and Harry were together for years.”

“Am I okay about what? What’s fresh?” You began to feel yourself tremble and your heart was racing. You were suddenly having a hard time taking in any new information because it all came crashing down on you at that very moment. The reality of what was going on. You were the last to know about Harry and Ginny. He hadn’t even had the balls to break it off with you first.

You hardly remember leaving Sarah’s apartment after she told you that they’d been dating, and from what she said, rather openly. No one had bothered to talk to you about it. Everyone just assumed you knew.

Of course, you went directly to Harry’s apartment and found Ginny there already. They hadn’t been doing anything bad when you barged in. Ginny was on his couch with a notebook in hand and Harry was on the floor with a guitar in his arms.

He looked up at you from his spot on the floor and it’s like you blacked out. You can’t quite recall what was said but in the end, he wound up telling you the truth. That he’d fallen in love with Ginny and he was going to tell you soon but that he didn’t know how because he didn’t want to hurt you.

After that, you still saw Harry. He was part of your friend group and so it was inevitable that you’d run into him from time to time. After a couple of years, things were fine between you two and you’d met Les. You’d both moved on. Things had changed. And then you moved away with Les and you got pregnant, twice, and now six years later, here you were again looking at the man who once was your everything. He’d broken your heart but you were both so young and dumb back then that it was all but forgotten.

The past was the past, but you could still feel that small clench in your heart at how things had ended with Harry.

More drinks were drunk, snacks were served, and dancing commenced… the night was fun. Les was hilarious. He was an awful dancer but he insisted on taking you to the floor with him. You both laughed and swayed to the music in the crowded spot in the hall designated for dancing.

And as much fun as you were having you couldn’t stop thinking about or catching glimpses of Harry. It appeared he couldn’t get you off his mind either. It was rather flattering in a way. To have him looking at you from across the room. The subtle smiles and nods. You felt really good about keeping your distance, though. Even though at the very end of everything, you and Harry were on good terms and had been friendly, it had been so long. Too long. You felt there was no use in having a chat. Nothing good would come of it. You’d grown apart. Lives took separate paths. Old exes at a wedding had no good reason to catch up when you’d likely never see one another ever again. It was easier to stay away. Better for everyone.

Les ordered another round of whatever he’d been drinking and suddenly wasn’t feeling so hot. You both sat at your table with a couple of the other guests who were still there. Many were dropping like flies, as tends to happen at weddings. Luckily the hotel was connected to the reception hall so getting Les to your room was not that difficult.

You knew you should have stayed with him. Just called it a night and tucked in for your early morning back home to pick up your children. But against your better judgment, you decided on just one more drink.

The band was still playing, slower music than when you’d left. Most of the tables were empty as people mingled and danced slowly. You sat at the bar and searched the room for Harry. You figured he and Ginny had gone to their room, or back home depending on how far away they lived from the venue. It was nearly midnight. The band would wrap up in a half hour and that would be that.

You sighed and turned back to face the bar and sipped your last glass of wine of the night. You’d said your hellos to everyone you wanted to. Except Harry. Deep down you really did want to say hi to him but you knew better. There was something that was telling you to keep your distance and you were glad for it. Maybe it was subconscious or perhaps there were still feelings there after all this time. You knew the truth. But you weren’t ready to admit any of that to yourself.

“Hi, Sunshine.”

You felt a wave of heat and excitement thrum through your bones. It was him. He used to call you Sunshine. Sunny. Used to sing You Are My Sunshine to you every day.

You turned to see Harry taking the chair next to you at the bar, “Hi, Harry.”

You took him in. All of his handsome face. Those pink lips you used to nibble, the nose you used to smush yours into for wispy nose-tip kisses. His intense gaze was just as it had been all those years before. You wanted to reach your fingers out and stretch them over his jawline and feel the stubble on the pads of your fingers. He was so grown up. So unchanged and yet more mature. More handsome in some ways.

He drew his arm along the back of your chair and leaned in close as he spoke to you as if you two were a couple. As if nothing had ever come between you nearly 8 years prior, “You are more beautiful than I even remember, Sunny. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you at least once.”

You hadn’t expected him to let that be his leading comment. The first thing spoken to you in so long. But Harry didn’t follow conventions or rules. He never had. So it shouldn’t have surprised you that his first comment to you was how he thought about you every day. You wondered if that was true. Because there were days you thought about Harry still too. It wasn’t every single day. Some days he didn’t cross your mind at all. But of course, you did often think of him.

“I doubt that, Harry. You’re still big on flattery, I see,” you smiled shyly and peeled your eyes away from his to sip your wine.

When his thigh brushed into yours you could smell his cologne. It was different than what he wore in college. It was more grown up. Smelled expensive. Smelled more like something Harry should wear, “I wrote a song about you not too long ago. Ginny doesn’t know, but it brought back a lot of old memories.”

His voice was soft and deep and the timbre traveled from your ear down to your neck and your bare shoulder. You swallowed thickly and dared to turn to look at him again, knowing he was too close. Knowing what this would look like if anyone were to see you two.

“Where is Ginny?”

Harry’s small grin widened and his eyes sparkled as he looked down at your lips and shook his head, “In our room. She was tired. Just like I imagine Les is in yours.”

You blinked and looked away. You were flying too close to the sun, you knew it. This was dangerous territory and Harry was orchestrating something very wrong. Something you’d only regret. But you weren’t doing anything to stop it. Maybe curiosity had you sticking around. Maybe it was for old time’s sake. Or maybe it was just that you missed him and missed this and missed the way things had been.

You didn’t know how to respond but your body was on fire. Harry’s warm leg was pressed into yours and his large frame practically had you caged in. You loved it.

“Look at me, Sunshine,” he whispered as he softly touched your chin and nudged your face toward his, “There we go. Remember that time we loaded up my old Bronco and drove straight through to San Francisco? Thought we were gonna find an apartment and live like hippies in the big city and just write and paint and make music and that’s how we’d make all our money?”

You laughed and nodded, “I do. But instead, your Bronco broke down in Oakland at 3 am and we had to stay the night in the back of your car and get a tow back home.”

Harry laughed through his nose as he nodded his head, eyes still pinned to yours, “Wish it would have worked out between us. I miss all the fun we used to have. Me and you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but you were stuck. He was laying it on thick. He was never one to beat around the bush. He hadn’t changed. It was part of what drew people to him. His magnetism. His confidence.

“Don’t you miss it, Sunny?” He brushed his knuckle over your wrist and you inhaled sharply. Just the smallest touch had you spiraling. You would have to fight your way out of his trance if you intended on not allowing this to go any further.

You shook your head and looked down at your lap, “I don’t know, Harry.”

“We’d stay up all night making love until the sun came up. Miss classes. Skip out on parties we promised people we’d go to. Just in our own world all the time. It never got boring with you. For years we were like that. It’s never been like that with anyone else. All that passion we had, Sunny. My Sunshine girl. Never.”

You sighed and… yes. You did recall all that passion. And it was true. For nearly four years you and Harry were insatiable. It was like every day was your first date. Your first time. Like you were still getting to know one another after all those years. Sex had never been better. Harry was your best by far. You didn’t like to compare anyone to him but that’s only because it made you miss him. Made you miss the way you felt. Missed that lust and that passion and the vulnerability.

“I know you know what I mean,” Harry slid his hand down to your thigh discretely. No one in the room could see but you knew he was touching you in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. In a way that was only reserved for your husband. Felt that familiar, big palm spread over the expanse of your soft thigh, his thumb lightly grazing the bottom hem of your dress.

“Harry…” you breathed his name in warning.

“My Sunshine, girl,” he spoke the pet name back to you without an ounce of teasing. He was perfectly clear in what he wanted. And even though he hadn’t said it outright, there was no denying it.

“I’m married.” You reasoned weakly as you let your gaze rove his features and drop to his plush lips.

“So am I.” He squeezed your thigh and your limbs were on fire. You didn’t know how to escape the moment. You didn’t know if you wanted to. He was “the one who got away”. Even though everything hurt when it happened and he’d done you wrong, you’d long ago forgiven him and now it was just two old lovers feeling that same heat and desire they once felt. Some things from the past could be forgotten. But the way things felt between you, that constant spark, the wild lust every single day for all those years would never be forgotten.

You still dreamed about him. Would wake up hot and panting and roll over to see Les fast asleep with his face tucked into his pillow and you’d close your eyes and remember the time… Remember his voice and his hands and the way he made you feel. How free and exciting life was with Harry.

And it was all coming back to you in an insane, surreal, mind-bending rush. Everything about him was the same as it was before you graduated college. Before he fell for Ginny. Before you two grew apart and you got married and moved away. You could almost taste the skin on his hips near his laurel tattoos. Could smell the scent of his sex mixed with yours. Could hear the laughs and the moans and neighbors beating on the wall telling you to keep it down. Could feel the way you loved him once upon a time, the way he loved you so deeply it scared you. Loved you so much you never could imagine that he’d ever love another.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind,” you whispered with a grin.

He shook his head, “I’ve never been more clear-headed in my life.”

You licked your lips and closed your eyes. Every time you thought you’d wake up from the dream you felt him move against you, felt his fingers on your skin and you were continuously dropped down into your seat at the bar at your friend’s wedding with your ex at your side and his words snaking into your ears.

The only thought that kept you grounded was knowing that there was nowhere for him to take you that was private. Because that had already, obviously, crossed your mind. To have another taste. One last time just for old-time’s sake. But it seemed impossible. It seemed ridiculous to even entertain. And yet there you were.

“Remember that small room with the table and chair on the second floor of the library we used to go to? Had a lock,” Harry’s warm hand stayed on your thigh as he spoke.

You did remember that. You found a room in the 2nd-floor corridor that connected to a small hallway off the library. The hallway had four doors. They were all locked but one of them just so happened to unlock if you lifted the knob upward and jiggled it just right. The room was bare of furniture except a small wooden table pushed against the wall and a fabric swivel chair with wheels. Both of which you learned to make good use of. It wasn’t hard to find a use for random surfaces with Harry back then.

Nodding and squinting your eyes at the man you spoke, “Of course I do.”

“I want to get you alone in a room again,” he lowered his voice and leaned in so that his voice was close and the front of his shoulder was pressed into the back of yours, “Just one more time. Something just for you and me, Sunny. I miss you.”

You couldn’t believe the way he’d gotten you worked up in almost no time. The way you still reacted to him and the need crawling up your spine made you dizzy.

“There’s no place to go here, Harry. No free room. We can’t anyway… you know we can’t,” you looked at his face and held your breath. You couldn’t do this. It was wrong.

“We can find something. A hidden spot where no one will ever know.”

You looked away from his fierce gaze and down at your glass. You swallowed thickly and shook your head as you reluctantly pulled yourself from his side and stepped off the stool, “Harry. We can’t. I have kids. My husband is… I love him. I don’t love you anymore. I could never forgive myself.”

He clenched his jaw as he nodded, “No one would know.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. You could tell he knew this wasn’t going to happen.

“I would know,” you dropped some cash on the bar and looked back at Harry as you squeezed his shoulder, “But it does feel good to know that you regret replacing me with someone else even after all this time.”

As you walked away you took a deep breath and smiled to yourself. You could have said yes. Could have found yourself in some room or bathroom stall with him getting exactly what you knew he could deliver. But you didn’t regret saying no. You didn’t regret walking away from him. It felt good to have the upper hand. Something you had no idea that you’d had all along. The man who you thought you’d lost really turned out to be the man who’d lost you.

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