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cursedcola · 1 year

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Ok ok so you know the thing where it's like 'hey trust exercise' where person A runs up to person B and jumps in their arms? The one that became a meme with the hot coffee....

that. just that. Could you please write something for it using characters from twisted wonderland? Thank you!

A/N: I do know the thing lol. I think this is a super cute idea and will have some fun with it hehe...Sorry if it's not too long. I am writing this in between classes just to have a little mental break :) I also think this will work better with baby headcannons so I can do more characters. Since you did not specify any characters, I will be self indulgent. Prompt: Trust exercise! Do they catch you? Format: Baby headcannons huhuhu Characters: Everyone. Literally Everyone. I feel inspired for some reason. Warnings: None :) Tooth-ache fluff. Also not proofread. Likely grammar/spelling errors

Heartslabyul Dorm

Riddle Rosehearts

Catches you by a millisecond.

The moment he sees you running he instinctively drops the books in his hands

Yells for you to stop and puts his hands out in defense

Instinctively opens them when you jump and boom. Catch

My man has noodle arms. They instantly start to shake and you get dropped on your bum

Half-angry that you put him on the spot, and half-humiliated for dropping you. He is left shell-shocked for a moment before the fuse is lit

"What on EARTH were you thinking? Must you behave so childishly all the time?! Sometimes I wonder if you WANT me to have a heart attack....*sigh* come on. Get up. Are you injured at all?"

He thinks it's silly for you to test his 'trust,' like that. Don't do it again. Next time just talk to him.

….secretly relieved that he caught you.

Trey Clover

Arms are open before you even jump

The moment you started to speed up, he knew what would come next. It flusters him, and his ears burn but he lets you have your fun

Wraps one arm around your back and the other holds one of your legs around his waist. Nice and secure :)

Laughs a little bit before setting you down carefully

"Well, that was an excitable greeting. Maybe warn me next time, okay? What if I was holding something?"

Shakes his head in disbelief that you'd test him like this. Oh well. Its over now Best for him not to think on it.

Learns that Cater showed you the prank on Magicam, and makes his tea extra sweet. Revenge > cavities.

Cater Diamond

Does not catch you. In fact, he side-steps you.

You're quite literally sprawled on the floor and he's just standing there all smug. What? Don't even look at him like that. There's no way he could have caught you without toppling over

Cater prefers to not have a face full of dirt, thank you very much

He knows what you were trying to do, and also purposefully chose to 'fail'

"Hmm~ Now why would you use such a silly method to test me? Don't we take enough exams in class (Y/N)? You're no fair..."

Despite the taunts, he holds out a hand to help you up. He'll clean your face a bit with a handkerchief and leave a cheeky peck on your cheek before going about the rest of his day

Ace Trappola

Tries to catch you. Does not succeed.

In his defense, Ace is never on full alert. Especially during the school day.

You started running at him and he full on panicked. A genuine scream to stop tore through his throat, and he held his arms out

You, in fact, did not stop. Therefore you both fell on the ground with him on the bottom

Ace is not happy

"What is wrong with you?! If my back's broke then the medical bill is on your shoulders, not mine!"

When you explain to him, he still is pissed but does feel bad for yelling at you

"...well, whatever. You don't need some stupid test to know I'm trustworthy anyways. I prove it every day, right?"

....right? Please say yes or else he will overthink this hardcore later.

Deuce Spade

Catches you on instinct.

The moment you start running he assumes something is wrong, and opens his arms to give you a hug. When you jump? Well, that's just an extra step

His feet slide back against the ground and he wobbles for a millisecond. However, he's steady. He wraps both arms around your waist firmly, and leans back to get a look at your face.

"What's wrong?! Why are you in such a hurry?!"

His eyes flicker anxiously between the direction you came from and your face

He's relieved when you tell him that everything is okay, and that you just wanted to see if he would catch you

"Don't scare me like that! I was seriously worried!"

He's still holding you, and becomes bashful once the adrenaline dials down. He mutters a quick apology while gently setting you down. Avoiding eye-contact, he excuses himself and promises to hang out later. For now, be still his beating heart

Savanaclaw Dorm

Leona Kingscholar

Yes. You don't give him enough time to think through the situation, and so he acts. Albeit a bit roughly.

The moment you jump he's reaching with one arm, startled. It wraps around your waist and hoists you over his shoulder. The other hand reaches for his wand, and he's on high alert.

Says nothing. Just grunts upon impact and scans the area.

You'll have to pat his back a few times to be let down, and it is needless to say that he is not pleased with your joke

His eyebrows draw downward with his classic scowl, and he's lowkey disappointed in you. He thought you more straight-headed than to do something like this

"You- ugh. Whatever. I caught you, so I win, right? Happy?"

Deems scolding you more trouble than it's worth. Last thing he needs is for you to get mad at him. That'll just give him an even bigger headache.

Ruggie Bucchi

Does...not. He knows that you're coming. He heard the footsteps a mile away. He simply is a snot-nosed little arse

You're running at him from behind, and the moment you get near he steps to the side. He does his little shishishishi laugh when you face plant on the floor.

When you don't get up, he crouches down and pokes your head.

"Hey, you alright? That was a pretty harsh fall. I can't imagine what caused it,"

Laughs again, but feels a bit bad if you don't reciprocate. Okay. You got him. He's sooooooo untrustworthy. An utter fool, if you will.

With a tsk, he grabs you by the elbow and eases you up.

"Yup, yup. I'm cruel, I know. Let's go get a snack, alright? It's on me - and by me, I mean that it's on Leona shishishisi"

Jack Howl

This boulder doesn't even flinch. Like clockwork, he's startled but instinctively readies his stance. You quickly land safely in his arms, and are back on the ground in a jiffy. Almost as if you never tried to tackle him in the first place.

He holds you at arms length with an eyebrow raised.

"Uhm....are you good? What was that about?"

He doesn't understand how catching you proves that he is trustworthy, but if it makes you happy then he'll do it as often as you'd like. Just give him a heads up next time, ok?

Won't admit it, but he liked holding you. Even if it was for a fleeting moment, it felt right. If you ever asked for a piggy-back ride or to be carried, he wouldn't be opposed at all. The realization embarrasses him greatly.

Octovinelle Dorm

Azul Ashengrotto

Does not, and is extremely ashamed. He does not fail tests, academic or otherwise!

He’s not weak. This man has a very healthy diet and regularly exercises. He is confident that he would have succeeded with no issue, had you not startled him. Our little cephalopod here gets flustered very easily. Only by you though.

Normally he can hide it but you 100% startled him. Can you even judge? One moment all was peaceful and the next thing he knows you’re barreling towards him. All giddy and like “catch me, catch me!” …ugh. His heart couldn’t take it.

What’s worse is that Jade caught you in his stead. He’s appreciative that you were not harmed by his lack of reflex….but the humiliation. Dear gods.

He demands that you do it again. Leave him and then try again another time when he isn’t expecting it…which is impossible since he will be on high alert 24/7. Azul fails to understand that the purpose of the test is now null, and that it tests for impulse

“A-again! Go on. Get a running start and do it again! Into my awaiting arms!…do not argue. I will not fail this time so give me another chance,”

His ego requires it, so just do it. He can’t stand the idea of failing and that image of Jade carrying you is lingering in his mind

Floyd Leech

Catches you easily. Nothing startles this guy. Well, okay, some things do. Nothing that’s physical though.

He hears you yelling for him? Well that’s just a normal day in his life. You’re running his way”? Awwwwwwweeee his little Shrimpy is so excited to see him! That’s so rare!

He’s running to meet you half way. It nearly makes you halt but the test needs answers!

He hooks his hands under your arms mid-air, and spins you around at arms length before bringing you in for a hug. All the while he has a giant grin on his face

“Did you miss me that much??? I guess I haven’t been giving you enough attention…not that I’d mind it if you do this every day hehe~”

He doesn’t care about the test, so long as you do it again. You won’t be leaving his arms any time soon si get comfortable

Jade Leech

Another to catch you easily. He does it flawlessly, like catching a balloon or a feather

He hears your approach and chooses to ignore it until the last moment. Then he turns effortlessly to capture you bridal style, set you down, and return to what he was originally doing. If anyone’s in shock, it’s you.

Then he’ll finish up and turn to you as if nothing even happened. While his gentle smile and hand on his heart are unknowing - the smug crinkle of his eyes says otherwise. He is highly amused, not in your little stunt but in the reaction he managed to create

Caresses your face with one of his gloved hands and asks how your day has gone. Once answered, he leans down to plant a light kiss on your cheek before leaving

“Oh, I almost forgot. Please be more careful in the future. Had it not been you, I would have reacted much differently to someone ‘attacking’ fufu. I love your enthusiasm dearly, and am always happy to hold you. You need only ask,”

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim Al' Asim

Sunshine meets you half way. He sees you running at him with a mega grin and instantly knows what’s going on. Social cues be damned, he wants to be loved

More like it’s you catching him. He just can’t help himself. He jumps at you before you even get a chance to do the same.

His arms go around your shoulders in the biggest hug imaginable. He knows better than to throw his whole body weight on you, so he settles for merely hugging and swaying your body from side to side

It’s sickeningly sweet how giddy he is. He pulls you at arms length before peppering light kisses along your cheeks

“I missed you so much! Can I have another one? Please?”

Oh! A test? How fun! He’ll take this one many times if it means you’ll hug him more often. He passed? Yippieeeeeee

Jamil Viper

Catches you, begrudgingly. He’s known about the trend and was frankly expecting you to try it. He just didn’t know when.

Jamil is no fool. He could let you fall. It would be funny. Maybe even make his day.

But then you’d be upset with him. He really could do without that. Not if it could be prevented

So the moment he sees you rushing towards him, Jamil knows what to do. He quickly sets down whatever he’s doing and takes position

With an oof and a momentary scowl from discomfort, he’s got ya. One arm around you’re bum and the other your waist. You wrap both of your arms around his shoulders, and with a sigh he just lets you koala hang for a moment

“Are we done now? Not to be rude, but my arms are tired and I would prefer that we not make a spectacle of ourselves”

He asks if you had fun. You did? Well, he supposes that it can be done again. In private only though. No more pranks.

Pomefiore Dorm

Vil Schoenheit

Does not catch you on purpose, and then insists that you do it again.

You see, he did not want to encourage your childish antics, so he purposefully pretended that he was not strong enough to catch you

A lie, obviously. He is very strong despite his pretty boy exterior. Instead of calling him out for it, you play along. A mocking sigh of resignation flies out as you not so subtly comment on his lack of strength.

Oh, you're absolutely right, Vil! I'm sorry for over estimating you...hmm, perhaps I can try again with Neige-

"You will do no such thing. Now, I am going to walk away and once I turn the corner you are going to run at me. Is that clear?"

Epel Felmeir

Catches you! Listen. My boy here spent his entire childhood lugging around crates of apples, cutting down trees, and running through fields. There is no way that he lacks the stamina to catch you. Maybe he can't hold you for an extended period, but those cinnamon stick arms are built for catching

He jolts when you scream his name, and he loses his composure. The moment you jump he lets out a string of curses and drops everything to catch you

The impact sends Epel teetering, and he fall son his butt with you on top of him

"O-o-oi! What'd ya think you're doing?! I nearly split my tailbone!"

Is slightly saddened that he couldn't keep steady. If only he was stronger like the Savanaclaw students...

Rook Hunt

Catches you with grace. There isn't much to say here.

Our princely hunter need not predict your movements, or pay attention to your plotting. Where's the fun in that?

Non non, what a sight for sore eyes. Rook swoons the moment you call his name, and his pupils basically turn to hearts when he sees you running towards him

With a laugh, he opens his arms wide and catches you in an instant. He shifts you into a bridal carry, and dips you down to plant a loving hiss on your nose.

Bonus points if you kiss him back along where his freckles would be without makeup. Oh this man is dying

"Mon coheur....what a wonderful surprise! If you were to greet me like this every day for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man indeed,"

Ignihyde Dorm

Idia Shroud

Catches you

On accident :)

More like you just fall in his lap, but it still counts? Kind of

He was in his room, multitasking both controlling his floating tablet around school while also playing the latest MMO

Just when he started to wonder where you might be (normally you find his tablet during study break) he hears his door burst open

Startled, he whips around in his chair to see you running at him. He lets go of the computer mouse and keyboard on impulse. Right when you jump and basically straddle him in his chair

Idia.exe has stopped working. From the sudden entrance, to the physical contact, to your giddy rambling about...something? He can't hear past the buzzing in his ears and just nods along

Hyper aware that you are sitting in his lap still. Attempting to control himself...and failing.

"U-uhhh, can y-you please move? Like, off of me? I c-can get you a chair,"

You comply, and he calms down for a second. He's not complaining but why would you -

an internet trend? Ortho told you to?

....Idia doesn't know if he should thank his brother or scold him.

Ortho Shroud (PLATONIC!)

Little Ortho meets you half way! You do not get to jump because he sees your arms open for a hug and does not waste a moment

With you basically being one of his best friends (and hopefully second sibling. Ortho is rooting for his big bro to win your heart!) he loves your hugs

When you ruffle his hair after letting go, his eyes crinkle into the cutest little upturned crescents and he laughs

"You know...I bet brother would love one of your hugs! You should go surprise him!"

Diasomnia Dorm

Malleus Draconia

Child of man, what a wonderful surprise?

You are fulfilling this man's fantasy. You know the phrase 'looking through rose-colored class'?

You're running towards him and he's watching like it's an early 2000s AMV on Youtube

Or like a Tik Tok edit. You know the ones

Drops everything. AND I MEAN EVERYTHING

It is like this man loses all sense of his surroundings. Lovesick fool.

Opens his arms wide with a soft smile, and when you jump he barely flinches. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and legs around his waist. One of his arms holds the small of your back, and the other your rear. He...well, yes he is aware and is doing it on purpose. Our prince isn't uhm...well, he is a man. A gentlemen, but still a man nonetheless.

"What a welcome greeting. Are you comfortable? I would like to remain this way for longer, if you do not mind"

He holds you tight with his head comfortably buried in between your neck and shoulder. Malleus lightly kisses the fabric of your uniform blazer, before returning to his prior activities like nothing is amiss

Lilia Vanrouge

...I guess? It's complicated.

You come at this bat from behind in an attempt to surprise him

He's not that old, y'know. Lilia senses you trailing him the moment you begin. Then again, he always knows when you're within a five mile radius.

What? Is it really so bad for him to seek out the object of his affections? Anyone else would do the same. It's not like he's being a creep about it...you just have a unique presence.

He is also well versed in internet trends. Lilia can't help but humor you. He walks around unknowing and occasionally snickering. Some question what he finds so humorous, and he waves them off with a cheeky grin

He senses your intent to attack, and doesn't turn around when you call his name. You jump at him from behind and koala hug his back

If it weren't for the hands holding your calves, you'd think him ignorant.

'Lilia? Lilia~ Hello? Are you already deaf so soon-'

Faster than you can comprehend, he spins you around to face him and pecks your lips

"Why hello there, my dear. Care to finish that sentence?"

'....no'

Sebeck Zigvolt

Does not catch you. He initially thought you were aiming for Malleus, and stood in front of his superior to protect him

Oh he should have known! Betrayal! You have betrayed him!

...why are you calling his name? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?

Oh seven it's one of your pranks again, isn't it? Whya re you always doing such-

When you yell for him to catch you, Sebeck does so without a second thought

but he fails. His offensive stance wasn't fit for taking the imbalance of weight, and he couldn't get a stable grip on you

Gravity pulls him forwards on a path where his weight would crush you

So Sebeck quickly wraps one of his hands around the back of your head, and flips so he takes the impact instead

"Have you gone mad?! I genuinely cannot fathom what is going on in your brain anymore. Who put you up to this? What if you had been injured? What if you injured Lord Malleus?....stop laughing and listen to me!"

Silver

Do not startle a man with a sword.

Once again, do NOT startle a man with a SWORD.

Silver catches you. Easily. He also thinks it is absolutely adorable that you trust him enough to do so.

It's just that you could have warned him. Y'know, considering that he is armed and trained to draw his weapon at the slightest sign of a threat :)

Lucky for you, Silver is high-key vigilant since he has a tendency to doze off to dreamland. He sensed your presence but couldn't pinpoint where...

Imagine his surprise when you jump down from above :) The hell do you think you are, his father?

On instinct he reaches out and catches you in a bridal carry. Your rear knocks against the sword hanging at his side, and with a grunt he places you down on the floor to check for injury

"While I love spending time with you, can you please use the door next time? For my sanity?"

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euphoricfilter · 6 months

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not exactly dressed for a professional discussion

tags/ warnings: game designer! jungkook || non-idol au || established relationship || they finally communicate (yippee), love love love, feelings, mentioned sex and cock and balls (womp womp)

word count: 1.5k

notes: no taglist !! no taglist !!

☆ collaboration with @bonny-kookoo 💞 ☆

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“Jungkook” you call out from the kitchen, can of beer hissing as you open it, feet padding against the floor as you go to grab two glasses from the fridge, “You finally got pants on?” you say after a beat of silence.

“No” he calls back from the bedroom, something thudding against the floor.

“I don’t want your naked ass on the couch” you balance one of the cans on top of the other, tucked under your chin as you grab both glasses by the handles, easily slipping back into the living room.

“But you’ve had your naked ass on the couch, why can’t I have mine?” he asks, voice startling you a little, louder than you’d expected.

You turn to see him stood in the entrance to the living room, half expecting him to still have no clothes on. Though when your eyes rake down the length of his body, you find him in nothing but his underwear. Your eyes stay trained on his bulge for a second longer than necessary.

“Like what you see, baby?” he steps towards you, your eyes flickering back up to meet his own.

“You know I do, otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now” you wave him off, taking a seat on the couch.

He moves to sit beside you, your hand raising to stop him, “It seems more professional if you sit on that chair” you point to where you want him.

He simply blinks down at you, indulging you in your antics as he takes a seat on the chair.

“I’m not exactly dressed for a professional discussion” he motions down the length of his body. You take that as an invitation to drink him in once more, no shame in your eyes as you paint the picture of him inside your mind. Legs spread, muscles in his stomach tensing as he gets himself comfortable.

“I told you to get dressed, that’s your own fault” you slouch a little from where you’re sat.

“What’s the point? You’ve seen my dick, what shame is there anymore?” he tuts, fingers tapping against the arm of the chair.

“We’re meant to be having a serious discussion right now, you can’t talk about your dick”

He hums, “Sorry”

“Clearly something has happened over the last couple of weeks” you start and he nods, another apology slipping off his tongue.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to just apologize… just, don’t do it again okay? I know I wasn’t perfect either. If we’d just talked about it—” you huff, mouth falling shut when Jungkook jumps up a little from where he’s sat.

“You are perfect” he tells you.

“Huh?” you gape, eyebrows furrowing.

He scoots to the edge of the couch, “You said you weren’t perfect either, but you’re literally the most perfect specimen of a human”

“Jungkook that’s not—” you shake your head, “First of all, no one’s perfect—”

“You are”

“That’s subjective” you argue.

“Yeah well I said so, you can’t disagree” he waves you off.

You mouth falls open for a moment, mind utterly baffled by his logic “Says who?”

“Says me obviously”

“Are you trying to fight me?” you ask, genuinely bemused by his enthusiasm.

“Never” he shakes his head, eyes wide in the way that is so entirely Jungkook.

“You’re missing the point”

“Which is?”

You sigh, index finger rubbing between your eyebrows, “I don’t care what the reason is for you taking on extra work. Either it be for the both of us or for yourself… just, tell me next time?”

“But it wouldn’t have been a surprise if I told you” He murmurs, eyebrows pinched together.

“You realise you can say you’re planning something and need the extra money; I wouldn’t ask beyond that if you made it clear. I thought you were cheating”

His bottom lip juts out a little, “I would never do that…”

You sigh, “You can’t go around hiding your phone, and locking your laptop without so much as an explanation. I was so scared”

He slips off the chair, scooting between your legs. He takes both your hands, pressing your knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently, so many words you know will stay stuck within the confines of his mind forever translated through such a tender act of love.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, “I didn’t even think about how that would look… let alone the idea of you thinking I would cheat. You know I wouldn’t do that to you right?” he looks up at you through his lashes, thumbs running over the soft skin of your hands.

You shrug, eyes flitting between his own.

“Y/n” he says, tone serious, “I need you to know I would never do that to you”

“Days” you start, “So many days I thought you’d found someone better”

He shakes his head, frantic, “That’s impossible” he tugs you towards the edge of the couch, “It’s impossible to find anyone better when I already have the best”

“Do you know how upset I was when you couldn’t get your dick hard?” you frown at him. His mouth falls open, words slowly climbing up his throat as his mind processes what you’d just said.

“You said you’d forget about that” he laughs, pressing his forehead to one of your knees.

“You can’t go a day without fucking, and then suddenly one day after a week of no sex you can’t get hard. Jesus Kook, I was sure that someone else was getting your dick wet”

His shoulders shake with the force of his laugh, “I could just look at you and probably cum” he says, pulling you onto the floor with him, sitting you between his spread legs.

“Anything else you wanna add?” he murmurs, lips pressing against your jaw.

“Don’t treat me like a maid next time” your voice is low, barely above a whisper. “Ask for help if you can’t get your half of the chores done because you’re busy, don’t just make it out like you expect me to do it all. Made me so mad”

“Gathered that much” he whispers, lips trailing over your cheek, “Haven’t had you shout at me like that since we first started dating.”

Your arms slip over his shoulders, “Sorry for shouting. You just make me so angry sometimes”

You feel his lips curl up into a smile as he presses another gentle kiss to the warm skin of your other cheek.

“How can I make it up to you?”

You stay silent for a moment, eyes slipping shut as his arms slip around your waist, “do your chores… no more over time… come to bed at a normal time. You know I hate sleeping without you, and just—tell me when you’re planning something next time, even if you just say it’s a surprise. Then I know you’re not balls deep in another person”

He hums, “Very reasonable requests.”

You feel his hands slip a little lower, squeezing the flesh of your ass, deep groan vibrating from his chest.

You press your own hand over his heart, “Better stop there, baby” you press a kiss to his cheek, “I’m going out”

His eyes are wide as you stand up, smile toying at your lips.

“Where are you going?” he’s quick to stand up, trailing after you into the bedroom.

“My friends are still going on that trip this weekend, so they’re going shopping” you say, rummaging around for your bag.

He narrows his eyes at you, “You told them you’re not going right?” he asks.

You don’t turn to look at him as you shove your phone into the bag, “Huh?”

“Y/n—Baby, you told them you’re not going with them, right?” his hands fall onto your hips, tugging you backwards until your ass meets his cock.

“Not yet” you glance at him over your shoulder, “I’ll tell them when I see them in a minute” you wave him off.

“You have to tell them, okay?” he calls after you as you slip into the bathroom, “Maria is really excited to meet you, I can’t disappoint her like that”

You peer around the door into the bedroom, eyes meeting Jungkook’s.

“Who? Your 60 year old fuck buddy?”

He groans, “She’s happily married, just so you know”

You hum looking over at him as he leans against the doorframe.

“I love you” it slips off your tongue before you can even think of what had been said, three almost perfect words. Because sometimes love never felt like strong enough of a word when it came to loving Jungkook, and you’re sure with the way he looks at you through the mirror—like you’d hung the stars in the sky, built his world and stood beside him for so long, that he would agree that maybe it’s something a little more than a four-letter word.

“I love you more” he hums, tugging you into his arms as he stares at the both of your reflection, “No fighting me on that one”

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urfavoritegirlkisser · 4 months

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ooh for hazel maybe a fic where hazel is fully oblivious to the fact that reader likes her and misses their very obvious flirting until someone makes a joke about the two of them

idk i feel like that’s something she would do lmao

Oh for sure, she is definitely very oblivious when it comes to someone flirting with her

Tags: Fem!Reader, Hazel is so oblivious, swearing, a smidge of angst and insecure!reader, use of y/n, slightly suggestive at the end but it's no big deal honestly, lightly proof read, girls kissing (giggling and kicking my feet)

"Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way" - Hazel Callahan x Reader

“Maybe we could go hang out at your place? You could help me study for Mr.G’s final” You say, lightly grazing your fingertips on Hazel’s arm while batting your eyelashes up at her.

“Didn’t he literally give us the test answers as a study guide?” Hazel says, oblivious to your flirtation as always.

This was the billionth time it feels like that Hazel has shut you down, and honestly, you’re sick of it.

You decide to try a different tactic, gently grabbing her hand and admiring her rings, “I just love your rings” you rub your thumb across them and let your other hand rest on her thigh.

“Thanks! Most of them were gifts from friends, and this one was from a cool thrift shop downtown” Hazel rambles on while you sigh as she continues to ignore your obvious attempts at flirting with her.

You genuinely thought all hope was lost…until you heard PJ shout from across the gym.

“Jesus! Get a room you two, have some decency for the rest of us and go fuck in the janitor’s closet!” the girl shouts and your face heats up as a deep blush settles over your cheeks

Hazel scoffs, “What? We’re just friends PJ, don’t be a loser” she says while laughing nervously.

It took all of your willpower not to crumble right then and there.

You’ve had enough of this, you weren’t going to put in all this effort for someone who just sees you as a friend. Sniffling as tears start to form in your eyes from embarrassment, you quickly excuse yourself and practically run out of the gymnasium.

Your feet carry you to an abandoned classroom, where you let yourself finally let out the sobs you were holding in. Of course Hazel didn’t feel the same, why would she? She was amazing in every way and you were just some loser.

You’re so consumed in your thoughts that you don’t hear the door crack open and Hazel slowly walk inside.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” she says in a near whisper, but it still makes you jump and quickly look up at Hazel while wiping your tears.

“Hazel, what are you doing here? The club meeting is about to start, you know how PJ is with people being late” you try to speak in a confident voice, but it comes out shaky and thick from the lump of emotions in your throat and you look away from her so she can’t see your tears.

Hazel shakes her head and sits down beside you, “You’re more important than a stupid meeting” she says softly, “Josie told me about your feelings for me”

You groan at her words and put your head on your knees, looking back at her with a sniffle, “I’m so sorry Hazel, I get it if you don’t feel the same way and I won’t blame you-” your words are cut off by Hazel grabbing your face and hurriedly pressing her lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

You shriek in surprise at first, but quickly kiss back, shuddering as you feel her tongue enter your mouth.

Hazel pulls you onto her lap, your fingers threading into her soft hair as her hands rest on your hips. You both pull away after a moment, pupils blown, breaths heavy as the both of you just stare at each other for a moment.

Hazel is the first to speak up, “I’ve actually wanted to do that since the first time I saw you” she says breathlessly while moving a hand up to cradle your jaw and gently stroke your face with her thumb, “You are so beautiful y/n, I would be lucky to be able to call you mine” she says with a smile that makes your heart melt

“And I’m sorry for being such an idiot” she quickly adds which makes you laugh

You kiss her softly, pulling away just enough so your foreheads touch and you can just live in this tiny moment the both of you have created.

“As long as I can call you my idiot, then that’s all that matters” you say before the both of you dissolve into giggles.

an - meant to post more today, but got hit with a wicked migraine, so I hoped you enjoyed. Go drink water you girl kissers.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan fanfiction #wlw fanfic #bottoms movie #ruby cruz

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gold star (Hotch x Teacher!Reader) -- one shot

Been working on this one for a hot minute oops. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being patient with me always (and we literally hit 5.7k followers even while I’ve been so inactive???? what????). Here’s a longgg dose of fluffy angst <33

Edit: I’m a dumbass and queued this for the wrong day

Summary: You’re Jack’s teacher and Aaron is basically your nemesis. Until he’s not. (Kinda enemies to lovers?)

Warnings: angst! talks of parent death, therapy, bad parenting/emotional neglect, y’know the works. Lots of fluff tho to make up for it. And a happy ending!

WC: ...5.7k-ish

I love my job. I love my job. If you say it enough, you’ll believe it. I love my job. You glance at the clock and see your next parent is late. I love my job.

You do love your job, you really do. What you hate are parent-teacher conferences that you’re required to do. Especially when the parent is late. After having to reschedule at the last minute. Twice.

If you didn’t have a genuine concern to discuss with Jack’s father, then you wouldn’t be here still. But alas, you care for Jack more than your annoyance at his father.

Jack Hotchner is a sweet kid. Genuinely wonderful. After his mom’s sudden death a few years ago, everyone worried about him. You’re friends with Julia, who was his kindergarten teacher just a few months after it occurred. Despite being a teacher for almost a decade that year, Julia had never encountered this situation, so she looked to you for help. You lost your mom when you were in first grade, so you were able to give her more helpful tips that actually work.

Now, you have the pleasure of having Jack in your second grade classroom and he truly is an amazing student. You only wish you could share this information with his father who seems to be on another plane of existence every goddamn--

A knock on your classroom door frame makes you jump.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron Hotchner rushes out, quickly dropping his hand. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, Mr. Hotchner,” you say, standing up from your desk chair, putting on a smile. “Come on in.”

“Thanks, and please, it’s Aaron,” he smiles sheepishly, walking over. He towers over the tiny desks as he maneuvers past them to yours. He sticks out his hand for you to shake. He has a firm grip, but his hands are soft. “I’m sorry I’m so late. I got caught up at work--”

“I figured,” you reply, sitting back down. You pull up your laptop and begin typing in your password. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to make this quick. I should’ve left an hour ago.”

“Oh, sorry, am I that late?” he flicks his arm to look at his watch. He sighs. “I apologize.”

You hum. “Our conference was scheduled for 4:15.” You glance down at the clock on your screen. “It’s almost six.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says again. “Would it be better to reschedule?”

“Nope,” you shake your head. “You’re already here.” And if you reschedule, then this might happen again, so you’d rather do this now while you’ve got him here. “Fortunately, Jack is doing really well. He’s struggling a little with math, but he’s not the only one, and we’re working on it. He’s made a few friends, I know we discussed that last time. He’s breaking out of his shell, I think.”

“That’s good,” Aaron says, smiling a little. “That’s really good to hear.”

“Is he doing any extracurriculars?” you ask. Last time, when you voiced your concerns to Aaron about his son being a little too quiet and shy, you suggested asking if he’d like to do a sport, or play an instrument.

“He’s doing soccer,” Aaron says.

Your eyes widen. “Oh!”

“You look surprised,” he presses.

“I guess I didn’t expect Jack to…want to do a sport,” you shrug, checking your notes for the conference to stall.

What you really wanted to say is that you didn’t expect Aaron to listen to you. Given his track record, it seemed highly unlikely that he’d follow through and actually ask his son about trying a sport, let alone go through with signing him up for one.

“Do you have any questions for me?” you ask, closing your laptop lid. Aaron has been studying your face in this lull of silence, and it’s unnerving.

“I don’t think so,” he finally says.

“Okay,” you nod, not surprised. “I did have one more thing. I know I said Jack is breaking out of his shell, and he is, but he seems…down. Is something going on at home?”

Aaron sighs. “It’s getting closer to the anniversary of his mom’s death.”

That tugs on your heart. “Oh, I see. Alright.” You pause. “Uh-- If you don’t mind me asking, is he seeing a counselor or a therapist or anything?”

“He’s not, not currently,” Aaron says.

You blink. You shouldn’t really be surprised, but you are. “Has he at all since his mom’s death?”

“Briefly, right after she died.”

“Okay.” You clear your throat. You cannot yell at a parent. That’s unprofessional. “I know it’s not my place, but I’d highly suggest finding him someone. Especially right now as the anniversary is getting closer, and as Jack gets older. I would suggest our school counselor, but I think Jack would do better with someone better equipped for his situation.”

Aaron stares at you, nodding slowly. “Alright.”

You lean over and open a drawer, grabbing the handout specifically for times like these. Given the area the school is in, parents are typically able to pay for services like these, and are more willing. You know it’s because they don’t have the time to deal with their children’s emotions, so they pawn them off on someone else, and claim it as a good deed.

In a way, you’re grateful the children are able to receive help that you didn’t because your dad couldn’t afford it. You just wish the kids also received support from their family, not just from doctors.

“Here’s a list of great pediatric psychiatrists and therapists in the area.” You hand Aaron the packet and he takes it gently, his expression unreadable. Parents are always so weirdly defensive about this. “Many of our students see someone from that list, so I trust that one will be a good fit for Jack. If you want some help narrowing it down, I can help.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I’ll look into this.”

I hope so, you want to say, but he doesn’t sound too sincere. “Okay,” you smile softly instead. “That’s all I have, unless you have any other questions?”

He shakes his head. “No, I think-- I think this is good.”

“Alright, well,” you pause, opening Jack’s folder. “I just need you to sign here, so the school knows we met.” You slide the form and a pen across the table.

Aaron signs swiftly, a signature born from frequent piles of paperwork. You know he does something in the government, you’re just not sure what. Nearly every parent here works in the government, though, so that’s not a remarkable conclusion to have made.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the signed form and sliding it back into Jack’s folder. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“You too,” Aaron says, standing up to shake your hand again. He’s so formal, you almost forget. He clutches the packet in his free hand, and you wonder if it’ll end up in the recycling bin at the end of the hall.

After shaking your hand, Aaron apologizes again for his tardiness, and then leaves your classroom. The clock on the wall says it’s just past six. A record for one of the latest nights you’ve been here.

Gathering your things, you do some last minute checks around the classroom before heading out, locking the door behind you.

As you reach the exit doors at the end of the hall, you peer into the trash and recycling bins. Both are empty, no signs of your pediatric psychiatrists packet.

At least that’s a win.

+++

A month or so later, you’re waking up early to go to a soccer game. If it weren’t for your kids asking you (loudly and enthusiastically) to come to their game, then you wouldn’t be awake right now on a Saturday.

Julia, at least, is coming with you, and so is Kate, a fellow second grade teacher whose classroom is across from yours. Julia is coming to see Jack, and Kate also has a few students who asked her to come.

The three of you stop for coffee before going to the park where the soccer games are held. Walking across the field, you find an empty space on the bleachers and sit down, looking around for your kiddos.

To your complete and utter surprise, you spot Aaron Hotchner -- of all parents.

You quickly avert your eyes, looking around some more. You haven’t seen or spoken to Aaron since the parent-teacher conference as Jack is usually picked up and dropped off by his Aunt Jessica. Jack has seemed a little more present and happy, but you have no idea if that means that Aaron actually sought help for his son.

Even more embarrassing, you’ve worried about your job since that conference. It’s always a gamble, offering parents advice. You never know what will cross a line and equal an angry phone call to the principal followed by a swift withdrawal of their child from your class. Not every parent has always been so keen on your attention to your students’ emotional wellbeing.

“Don’t look, but one of the dads cannot keep his eyes off of you,” Julia whispers.

“Which one?” Kate asks, then she spots him. “Oh, him-- He’s tall. Wait, is he…?”

You glance over and sure enough, the one in question is Aaron. He can’t tell that you’ve looked at him, though, thanks to your sunglasses. “That’s Jack’s dad,” you say, looking away again.

“I knew he looked familiar,” Julia murmurs. “I’m not used to him out of the suit. His hair is longer too, isn’t it?”

“Why would I know?” you counter, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Is he the one you mouthed off to?” Kate asks, nudging your arm.

You scoff defensively, “I didn’t mouth off--”

“She told him to put his son in therapy,” Julia explains with a prideful smirk. “Rightfully so, too. I would’ve done the same if I ever saw him.”

“Damn,” Kate chuckles. “Let’s hope that he took your advice.”

“And that he isn’t pissed at me for it,” you mutter. “I haven’t heard anything since.”

Kate and Julia share a look before Julia says, “He’s definitely not mad.”

Finally, you give yourself the chance to look over at him, and to let him see you looking.

You’ll admit, it is weird seeing him out of the suit, let alone in short sleeves. You’ve never seen his arms. They’re…nice. Muscular, more than you expected. Not that you’ve wondered about his arms, though. Or any part of him. Because he’s Jack’s dad, so you should not be thinking about him this way.

Still, you indulge, just for this moment. He keeps your eyes only for a minute before his attention is drawn elsewhere to the screaming kids practicing their warmups (if that’s what those can be called). He’s smiling from ear to ear, something you’ve never seen. The tiny smiles you managed out of him during conferences hardly ever looked genuine. This, though, this one is.

“You should talk to him,” Julia whispers, nearly scaring you shitless. You completely forgot where you were for a minute.

“No,” you shake your head, tearing your eyes away. “That’s practically asking for him to yell at me.”

“He won’t do that,” Julia chides.

“Well, I don’t know,” Kate grimaces. “Parents are finicky. I got yelled at last year by one who I thought was the sweetest ever. Until her kid didn’t pass a science test.”

“See?” you say, gesturing to Kate. “We have no idea what he’ll be like.”

“Besides that he’s looking at you again,” Julia says. “So he’s clearly interested in talking to you.”

“Then he can walk over here himself.”

Julia raises her eyebrows, shrugging. “Be careful what you wish for.”

You roll your eyes. Aaron is too busy with the kids and their game is about to start, so there’s no way he’ll walk over. Even if you speak after, Jack will be with him, so nothing will be said. It’s fine.

+++

Aaron’s mouth is dry. He feels like he forgot how to breathe properly.

He didn’t know you’d be here, and here you are. Beautiful. Except he shouldn’t think that, because you’re his son’s teacher. It’s inappropriate. But the way the sun hits your skin…beautiful. You’re beautiful.

He needs to focus. He’s supposed to be coaching the kids, not gawking at a teacher like some idiot.

To make matters worse, Rossi notices, and only silently raises his eyebrows.

Aaron told Rossi about your parent-teacher conference, and how he should’ve put Jack in therapy sooner -- along with himself. Rossi asked him if he thanked you for your advice, but Aaron never found the right time. He half-heartedly thanked you at the conference, but it wasn’t as genuine as it should’ve been.

He meant to call you, or send an email, but he never did. Truthfully, he’s been terrified. He feels incredibly stupid to have not gotten Jack help sooner, and even more stupid that he finds you as attractive as he does. Can he be any worse of a person, seriously?

And now, you’re here. At Jack’s soccer game. Which, he guesses he should’ve realized sooner that a lot of Jack’s classmates are on this team, too. And others from different classes, but still in his grade. It was only a matter of time before one of the kids asked a teacher to come. It would only take one, and clearly it did, and he’s unprepared.

Wildly unprepared. And wishing he put on a better shirt.

+++

The soccer game is a disaster, but a wonderful one.

The kids are too young for points to be counted, so it’s just a game of fun chaos. Teams are blurred and never really followed. But they looked like they had a blast out there, so that’s all that mattered.

You, Julia, and Kate split up to see your kids and give out as many high-fives as you possibly can. You listen to their rambles and congratulate them on playing so well. The parents stand by with smiles, occasionally one piping up to thank you for coming.

Aaron is there, too, surprisingly. He’s still smiling bigger than ever.

There’s a man with him, too, who Jack calls Uncle Dave. Jack has mentioned him in class before, and he’s actually Aaron’s coworker. He’s smiling, too, just not as wide, and he keeps glancing between you and Aaron.

Just when you think you’re in the clear, Aaron tells Jack to go with Uncle Dave because he needs to talk to you about something.

You catch Julia and Kate’s eyes when Aaron is left alone with you, and your stomach turns. He doesn’t look angry, but then again, the parents never look angry at first.

“I just wanted to thank you,” Aaron begins, turning so the sun isn’t in his eyes as much. He’s still squinting, and it’s adorable. You wonder why he didn’t wear sunglasses. “I picked a therapist from the list you gave me for Jack, and it’s really been helping him. A lot, so, I just wanted to thank you for giving that to me.”

You blink, stunned. “You’re welcome,” you say slowly before you gain your composure. “I’m very glad that it’s been helping. And to see him playing soccer,” you gesture to the field with a smile. “He seems to really enjoy it.”

“Oh, he does,” Aaron chuckles. “He can’t get enough of it. He talks about it all the time.”

All the time. So maybe he’s spending more time with Jack, then. “Good, I’m really glad to hear that.”

You pause, waiting for him to say something else. The awkward silence lingers for a little too long, and you know what’s coming next.

“I was wondering,” he starts, and lowers his voice a little. “I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime.”

As much as you’d love to say yes, you can’t let yourself. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner, that would just be inappropriate.”

“No, no, not as a date,” he backtracks, confusing you. “Just to thank you for-- For helping me get Jack in to see a therapist.”

You raise an eyebrow. “To thank me…for telling you what you should’ve done in the first place?”

He sputters for a moment, clearly losing his bearings. “No, I mean--”

“Listen, Mr. Hotchner,” you smile sweetly, trying to contain yourself. “What would you like? A gold star? For getting your son a therapist after he went through an incredibly traumatic event?”

He doesn’t say anything, and somehow that makes your anger and annoyance worse.

“Listen. The fact of the matter is that you should’ve kept your son in therapy since he lost his mother. And continue to keep him in therapy until he’s old enough to decide if he wants to continue seeing one or not. Because when my mom died, I didn’t get to have a therapist. We couldn’t afford it, and my dad was too out of his mind to even care. It nearly killed me, and my siblings. So don’t tell me that you want to thank me for something that I never should’ve had to do in the first place. You should’ve paid more attention to your son’s needs. Especially since you can afford services to genuinely help him.”

Your voice stayed quiet, thankfully, because you didn’t need everyone to hear you mouthing off to Aaron once again. You realize only halfway through that maybe you shouldn’t be saying these things in a setting such as this, but you’re too into it to stop.

Julia and Kate heard all of it, though. You can see their jaws open, eyes wide. Did you go too far? You don’t know and part of you doesn’t care. It’s the truth, and it hits far too close to home for you to say nothing at all.

Still, to cover your bases, you add one last thing. “I apologize if that was harsh, but it needed to be said. I want what’s best for my kids. And sometimes, that means getting their parents to see that they need to do better.”

You pause, and he nods, and says another quiet “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you murmur. And to keep things from stinging any more, you walk away.

Julia and Kate catch up with you on the way back to your car, both too stunned to say a word until you’re inside.

“Damn,” Julia whispers. “Damn.”

“Holy shit,” Kate says with a small laugh. “Tell ‘em.”

“Yeah,” you exhale loudly. “Let’s just hope I still have a job by Monday.”

+++

You do still have a job come Monday, with surprisingly no meeting with the principal, either. Or a phone call.

You’re suspicious, but trying not to be. Maybe it’s all fine.

You convince yourself that it’s completely fine until it really is. Until you start seeing Aaron occasionally, picking Jack up from school. You aren’t sure how often he’s been doing it, because the only reason you saw him is that you were forced into car rider duty. You’ve always been on the bus lane, but they needed another teacher out front, and that’s where you saw him first.

It caught you off guard the first time, honestly. It had been three weeks since the soccer game, since you told him off in front of everyone. And what did he do this time when he saw you?

He waved. He smiled. And then he scooped Jack up into his arms.

She won’t own up to it, but you’re positive Julia saw the interaction because you haven’t worked the bus lane since. Because Julia suddenly volunteered for it, taking your place.

Now, it’s a bit of a routine. Aaron picks Jack up almost every day, although sometimes there are a few stretches of three to four days where he isn’t present. Those days, you see Jessica, and she smiles at you as well, but it’s different. You got so used to seeing Aaron those days, that when you see Jessica, it feels strange. It begins to feel the way it used to feel when you saw Aaron picking Jack up.

It makes you smile. You’re glad to see Aaron taking the time to see Jack, to put in the time — finally — knowing he has the means to be able to do this.

+++

For the rest of the school year, this is how you see Aaron Hotchner.

Neither of you say a word to each other, except for the final parent-teacher conference — which he arrives early for. The conference is entirely professional, and he doesn’t mention the past. Neither do you.

The final week of school fast approaches, and you’re looking for decorations to put up in the classroom. You try to make the last week special because you know they’re just as ready for summer break as you are.

Part of your “decorations” consists of candy that you’ll put on their desk every morning, which means you’re in the grocery store, in desperate need of candy to entertain your kids. Five different kinds. Something extra special on the last day, though. They’ll get out two hours earlier, but they don’t know that yet (the parents do).

Right as you turn down the candy aisle, you stop dead in your tracks, your cart nearly smacking into someone else’s. When you look up, you realize who it is.

“Mr. Hotchner!” you blurt.

He smiles that soft smile. “Please, call me Aaron.”

You’re not used to calling parents by their first name. You know he’s tried to get you to call him Aaron a few times, but you can’t ever bring yourself to. Instead, you change subjects, peering into his cart.

“Grocery shopping? For…” You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t even have a good joke. Why do you have so many marshmallows?” He has like…six big bags. Of varying sizes, too.

“Long story,” he says, sheepish. “Jack wants to build something out of marshmallows.”

“Does he want to build a whole country?” you chuckle.

“Sort of, yeah,” Aaron laughs. “He said he wants to build a whole city, then eat it. His words.”

“Wonderful,” you grin. “Sounds like a blast.” And a good idea. You might steal that for next year.

“What are you here for?” Aaron asks, nodding toward your empty cart.

“Candy, for the kids,” you reply. “I want to give them a different kind every day for the last week, just to make it more fun.”

Aaron smiles wider this time. “They’ll love that.”

“Thanks,” you say, mirroring his smile.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you. Or him, quite frankly. Building marshmallow sculptures with Jack? Unheard of. But you leave it alone, just glad he’s spending more time with his son.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping,” Aaron says, gesturing down the aisle. “See you on Monday.”

Baffled, you blink, then nod. “Yeah. See you Monday.”

You see Aaron every day of next week to pick Jack up, and you get to see Jack’s smile grow every day.

On Friday, you head back inside to your classroom, ready to pack things up. Thankfully, you’re returning to this room next year, so you don’t need to pack everything up.

As a tradition, you, Julia, and Kate go out to celebrate the end of the year, so you have to go home and get ready for the night ahead.

+++

Aaron doesn’t know why he let Rossi convince him to come out tonight. Jack’s at a sleepover at a friend’s house, so Aaron has nothing to do — theoretically. Until Rossi decided to drag him out.

Now, he’s sitting in a booth at a bar with a jazz band playing, and he’s wondering how many people Rossi can possibly know. Four people have already stopped to say hi, and they’ve barely been here for half an hour.

As Rossi talks with another friend, Aaron lets his eyes wander around the place, spotting the door when it opens. And you walk in.

He quickly averts his eyes, shifting in his seat. It’s enough to catch Rossi’s attention, and he gives Aaron a strange look, until he sees you at the bar with your two friends from Jack’s soccer game.

Aaron keeps his eyes trained on his whiskey, nodding absently when Rossi says he’s heading to the restroom.

What Rossi is actually doing is heading to the bar to intercept you and your friends, putting all three of your drinks on his tab.

“Thanks,” you chuckle, never one to argue with a free drink.

“You look familiar,” Julia blurts out.

“Dave,” Rossi introduces himself. “I’m a friend of Aaron Hotchner’s. I went with him to a few of Jack’s soccer games last season.”

“That’s where I’ve seen you,” you say.

Dave smiles. His back is turned to Aaron, so he can’t see Aaron glaring at him, wondering what the hell he’s doing up there talking to you.

“Aaron’s here with me, actually,” Dave says casually. “He’s at the booth just behind us if you’d like to see him.”

Kate nudges your arm harshly. “She would.”

“Actually, I don’t know if that’s—”

“Go,” Julia urges. “Why not?”

You give them both a look. “Fine,” you cave. “I’ll be right back.”

Kicking yourself for caving so easily (because you really would like to see him), you walk over to the booth where Aaron sits. Thankfully, his back is toward you, so he doesn’t see you coming.

He beams a smile when he sees you though, standing up to greet you. “Hey, what are you doing in here?”

“Kate and Julia drug me out,” you confess, idling for a moment as you both try to decide if you should shake hands, hug, or just stand here. “You?”

“Dave,” Aaron nods, chuckling. Just standing here it is. “Did he send you?”

“They all did,” you nod toward the bar, where they’re all watching like hawks, no doubt. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” he gestures to the empty space. “How are you?”

“Good, we’re out celebrating the end of the year,” you reply, walking around the table and sitting down on the plush booth cushion. This place is fancier than you would’ve chosen, but Julia heard good things about it from a friend, so you ended up here anyway. “How are you doing?”

“Good, although Dave drug me out for drinks because apparently,” he lifts his drink, “I don’t get out enough.”

“Y’know, that’s funny, my friends tell me the exact same thing,” you laugh. “Dave bought our drinks.”

“I knew he was doing something suspicious,” Aaron jokes, glancing back toward the bar. Dave and your friends have taken over three stools, clearly set on giving you and Aaron some time alone. “Sorry again if he forced you over here.”

“No, he definitely didn’t. My friends did,” you assure him, rolling your eyes. “Oh, I have to ask, how did Jack’s marshmallow city building go?”

Immediately, Aaron digs his phone out of his pocket. “I have a lot of pictures, I’ll just show you.” He unlocks his phone and goes to his camera roll, already smiling at the thought of them. “He had a blast. We went through so many toothpicks. We both had stomachaches by the end of it from eating so many marshmallows.”

He turns his phone to show you the pictures, and without thinking, you scoot closer to him. To get a better look at the pictures, you tell yourself, but you know that isn’t the full truth.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, grinning from ear to ear. “This so huge!”

“It covered our entire kitchen!” Aaron laughs with you, a sweet sound you wish you heard more often. “I didn’t tell Jessica about it, so she had a heart attack when she came over the next day.”

“I bet,” you nod seriously, swiping on his phone as he holds it toward you. “Goodness.” You look up at Aaron. “Did you guys eat all of them?”

“We’ve had a lot of hot chocolate.”

“It’s May.”

“I know,” he deadpans, feigning annoyance, but then he breaks into a smile. “I’ll admit, I’ve been snacking on them maybe a little more than I should every time I go into the kitchen.”

“I would do the same,” you chuckle. “No judgment here.”

He smiles at you and tucks his phone away back in his pocket, and neither of you move from how close you’ve gotten.

“How are you planning to spend your summer break?” he asks, taking a sip of his whiskey. You try not to stare at him too much.

“Lots of getting ready for next year,” you reply, rotating your glass in your hand, focusing on it instead. “Mostly reading for fun, I don’t get to do that a lot during the school year when I’m reading for my kids and grading and such. I plan to do a lot of nothing, basically,” you laugh. “What about you?”

“The same, hopefully,” he says, which surprises you. And he can tell, because he elaborates. “I took a lot of time off from work. I work from home now, essentially. If I absolutely need to go in, then I do, but so far, Dave’s been able to handle it.”

You knew a big change had been made, especially since he’s been picking Jack up from school everyday. But hearing the confirmation makes your heart warm. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

“Me too,” he says. “I know we’ve been over this, but I wanted to thank you for what you said, at Jack’s game—”

Mortified, you interrupt him. “Oh god, I hoped you had forgotten about that.”

“I didn’t forget—”

“I was rude.”

“What you said needed to be said and I’m glad you did,” he protests sincerely. “You shouldn’t have had to say anything, but you did, and I appreciate that.”

His sincerity stuns you. You blink, no words able to come out.

“We can move on from it now,” he says, noticing your hesitation. “I just wanted to be clear that I’m not angry with you for what you said, I’ve actually been the complete opposite.”

“Well,” you chuckle, trying to make light of this. “You didn’t call the school demanding I be suspended, so I knew you couldn’t be that upset with me.”

He stares at you, eyes widening. “Do parents do that?”

“Some, yeah,” you nod. “They don’t exactly like being told by a single teacher with no kids of her own that their parenting skills are shit.”

He laughs, taking a sip of his whiskey. You watch him raise the glass to his lips, but look away before he can catch you. You smile down at your own drink. This is embarrassing.

You thought this little crush -- or whatever it is -- had gone away since you hadn’t spoken to him since the soccer game. Sure, you started to look specifically for him in the pickup area, but that was for Jack. That wasn’t for you. Or, at least, that’s the story you spun for yourself.

“What’s on your list to read this summer?” Aaron asks, bringing your eyes back to his. He’s smiling. “I’ve been meaning to read more -- outside of the books Jack and I read.”

You remember Jack telling you about The Magic Treehouse series that Uncle Dave got him for Christmas, and how his dad was reading them with him.

“What, The Magic Treehouse isn’t enough for you?” you tease Aaron, and he laughs, that sweet sound you can’t get enough of.

You tell him about the books on your shelf at home, the ones you got years ago and have yet to read, and the others that you got this year because you couldn’t resist. He listens to each one, never once taking his eyes off of you.

“I am not going to remember all of these names,” he chuckles.

“I can text them to you,” you offer, a grin creeping up your cheeks.

He mirrors your expression. “You stole my line.”

“Oh, that was your line?” you ask, laughing as you pull out your phone. “Fine, fine, you can have it back.”

“No, you said it first,” he says, still grinning. He hands you his phone as you give him yours. “I’m bad at this anyway.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, typing in your contact information before handing his phone back. “I’ve had a pretty good time.”

He waits a moment, just basking in your smile, the feel of your fingertips brushing against his when he returns your phone. “Me too.”

The night doesn’t end there, as the two of you continue talking. Another round of drinks is sent to your table by Dave and your friends who wave enthusiastically when you and Aaron look over at them.

“Free drinks, at least,” you shrug. “How much money does Dave have?”

“Don’t ask,” Aaron shakes his head. “He’ll never tell.”

As you both finish your first drink and head into the second, you scoot even closer. You bring your legs underneath you on the booth, getting comfortable as you and Aaron start to talk about your favorite movies. He tries to be sneaky and put his arm around you, but you notice and can’t help the giggle that escapes you.

“I told you I’m bad at this.”

“No, it’s sweet!” you protest, leaning into his chest. “It’s very nice, I don’t mind.”

He moves his arm from the back of the booth to your shoulders then, his hand resting on your arm. “This okay?”

“It’s perfect,” you smile softly, turning your head to look up at him. “What movie were we on?”

He stares so intently, searching your face. You watch as his eyes gaze over every inch, dropping to your lips, then back to your pupils. “I have no idea.”

“Me either,” you murmur, silently hoping for a kiss. Silently hoping that he’s hoping, too.

And he is. “I know our friends are watching us,” he whispers. “But can I kiss you right now?”

“Yeah,” you grin. “I was about to ask.”

“Well now we’re even,” he says, leaning closer as he smiles. You tilt your head, meeting his lips halfway, not wanting to wait any longer. You’ve quieted these feelings for far too long.

He kisses you long and sweet, his free hand coming to cup your face as yours search for stability in his shoulders. He knocks the breath out of your lungs, literally, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Aaron pulls back for just a moment, just far enough to say, “Was that worth a gold star?”

You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. “Yeah, Aaron,” you say, looking up at him. “It was.”

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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15 - ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ - ᴍɪɴɢɪ

ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ

pairing: himbo bf! mingi x fem! reader feat. yunho, san, and seonghwa

genre: college/frat au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is really bad at taking hints.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol use, weed mention, switch! mingi, switch! reader, mingi has a big dick, pet names, name calling, dirty talk, grinding, begging, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), bulge kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, poor attempt at humor

a/n: love me a good himbo <3 this man is dumb in this just how i like themmm. also the song i imagine playing during the dance scene is “deep” by summer walker <3

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You never particularly enjoyed the drink options at frat house parties. They only ever had giant kegs full of cheap beer, along with an endless supply of Tito’s vodka, swearing they had a life supply stocked up in the basement. When you asked Mingi’s friend Yunho where the soda was, all he did was shake his head and say in a slurred voice, “Coach said we gotta cut out sugar.” You genuinely wondered if he was trying to make a joke or if he was 100% serious, but the serious lack of anything chaser-related was making you think he wasn’t lying to you. It seemed like football players were fueled by countless liters of alcohol and protein powder alone. No wonder they were so aggressive on the field.

“Here,” Yunho said, handing you a solo cup filled to the brim with beer, his reddened eyes still friendly and bright. “My brother makes it himself.” You gave him a smile and a thanks, before scanning the crowd for Mingi.

Once you found him, you took a few sips of the watered-down beer Yunho gave you, zoning in and out of the heated conversation your boyfriend was having with his friends about whether professional sports were rigged or not.

“Baby, can you please back me up?” Mingi asked in a whiny voice, snaking an arm around your waist, fingers squeezing you, his plump lips forming a pout. “Tell Seonghwa how stupid he is for thinking sports are fake.”

God, he was so fucking cute. You needed him. Needed to see him pout when he begged you to bounce on his dick.

Taking a long swig of the glorified water, you cleared your throat, leaning your body against Mingi’s. “Seonghwa, I think it’s really bold of you to assume they’re all fake, and honestly, I think you might just be in denial since your teams never win.”

The rest of Mingi’s drunk companions erupted in low ‘ooh’s’ and ‘damns’, some of them nodding their heads in agreement. San, who was already fucked up, made a show out of his reaction, smacking Seonghwa’s shoulder with his hand and pointing a finger at him, grinning at his friends. “He literally never bets on the right team. It’s so fucking funny.”

Irritated, Seonghwa scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his beer with one hand shoved into his pocket. “Where’d you find this one, Mingi?”

“Don’t start.” Mingi clutched you against his side defensively, taking a sip from his drink. “Or else I’ll put hot chili oil in your jockstrap, like I did during your hazing.”

That shut Seonghwa up, leading him to hold his hands up in defeat. Mingi idly stroked your hair while continuing his conversation with his friends, this time talking about their favorite plays from last night’s game. You went back to being bored, but this time your mind was swimming with thoughts of Mingi stroking your hair while his cock was down your throat.

That was it. You needed to jump into action. However, you didn’t want to be too forward, not wanting to ask for Mingi’s cock in front of at least a quarter of the football team — though a part of you wanted them to know that he was about to pound you into oblivion.

“Baby, I’m so cold,” you whined softly, looking up at Mingi with the cutest expression you could conjure up, rubbing your bare arms up and down. “Can you warm me up?”

“Of course, doll.” Mingi let go of you and pulled his letterman jacket off, leaving him in a plain white, rather tight-fitting t-shirt. He put it over your shoulders, smiling at you. “Better?” As soon as you nodded and gave you a small smile back, he went back to talking to his buddies.

Damn. Too subtle. You weren’t about to give up, though. After staring into the distance for a while, idly sipping on your beer and still wishing you had access to a coke, you hatched another plan. Feeling ecstatic when a R&B song finally came on, knowing it would be easier to get into instead of the rap that was blasting out of the speakers a minute ago, you rubbed your hand up Mingi’s waist, lifting yourself up on your heels to murmur into his ear, “Baby, I want to dance. I really like this song.”

Ignoring San’s begs for him to duel him in a game of beer pong, Mingi pressed a kiss to your temple, slipping his hand underneath his oversized jacket to touch the small of your back. “Let’s go then.”

Maybe he was being subtle, too. How hot of him. “Yay~” You pulled his jacket off and walked over to Yunho, who was talking to someone else. You gave him the jacket, and in turn, he gave you a quick smile and put it over his shoulder to look after.

Once the two of you were on the dance floor, which was just the oversized living room filled with drunken, sweaty people, you turned away from Mingi and pressed yourself into him, running your hands down your snug dress along to the tempo of the music. Mingi placed his hands instinctively on your swaying hips, moving along with you, leaning himself down to press his lips onto your jaw. Completely immersed in your own world, the bass thumping inside your ears, you began grinding on him in a more deliberate way, his heavy cock growing hard against your ass, making your brain feel fuzzy.

“Baby, they can see us, you know,” he mumbled under his breath, trying to pretend he couldn’t see Yunho waving at him from the kitchen and giving him a thumbs up. He definitely wouldn’t look at San, who was grabbing his imaginary tits and moaning obnoxiously loud. And he didn’t even notice Seonghwa staring at the both of you with contempt, even though there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

You, however, noticed and acted accordingly. “Let them watch.” Placing your hands over his and guiding them up your body, you arched your back, squeezing your tits using his hands instead. Curious, you glanced over at the kitchen, finding Mingi’s friend's dumbstruck expressions to be particularly entertaining. That would give them something to talk about, instead of rambling about football for another hour.

“Mmm…” Mingi buried his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, slowly brushing his fingers over your nipples through the thin material of your dress.

Your plan finally worked, in the best way possible, more turned on knowing his friends were watching, but not being able to do more than that and having to live through Mingi when he explained all the different times you unraveled for him. He always made sure to leave out the countless times he did that, since he always ended up drooling and begging for you to make him cum with your tight cunt.

It took one more roll of your boyfriend’s hips and a single tit squeeze for you to sigh, “Fuck, Mingi, you’re making me feel so hot…”

Mingi suddenly ceased all movement as a loading screen appeared inside his mind. “You were cold just a second ago.” He tilted his head, idly rubbing your arms and feeling how warm they were, before bringing his lips to your ear, his voice laced with concern when he asked, “Yeah, you feel really hot. You’re not getting a fever, are you, doll?” His eyebrows rose with concern, his lips forming a pout once again. “You kissed me a bunch before practice earlier – and, oh my god, babe, you sucked my dick. That’s like, direct contact, right?” He gasped, clasping a hand to his face, his concern almost borderline comical, but the poor frat boy was completely serious. “Do you think I’ll get a fever too now? I can’t miss practice!”

“No, baby, that’s not…” You bit your lip, too desperate to have him inside you to get annoyed. Turning around, you ran your hands up his torso, from his abdomen to his pecs, suggesting gently, “You know, a good way to get rid of a fever is to sweat it out, Min. Come with me.”

Once you led your boyfriend to the nearest empty bedroom, you shut the door and pushed him down onto the bed, licking your lips at the sight of him. Mingi was laying down on the mattress with his limbs spread out, his shirt just barely riding up past his hips, revealing his treasure trail. He observed his surroundings, taking note of the plushies sitting next to the pillows, before looking up at you with vague confusion. “This is San’s room. Why are we here?”

“Why do you think, baby?” you asked softly, kicking your heels off, prior to climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him, your body buzzing with anticipation.

Mingi gave you a sweet smile, running his fingers through his soft brown hair, slowly leaning his head against the firm pillow behind his head. “You want to sleep?”

“No, baby…” you started, straddling his lap and gazing down at him with love and lust in your hooded eyes, your hand settling on his broad chest. “I want to play…”

Mingi admired you, slowly running his hands from your thighs up to your waist, taking your words literally like he usually did. “Like Legos? I think Seonghwa has some in his room.”

You couldn’t possibly get mad at Mingi, finding it adorable how incredibly dense he was. It was a good thing he had such a thick skull; it would definitely prevent him from getting any more head injuries whenever he collided with another player on the field. It was probably time to stop being coy and just tell him what you wanted point blank. No nuance. No hints. Just your raw desire.

“I want to ride your cock, Min. So bad. All night I’ve been thinking about you stretching me out,” you admitted, biting the tip of one of your fingers. Your thighs pressed into his hips, your core throbbing at the thought of impaling yourself on his oversized dick for the sake of being filled by your favorite football player. “Please, Min. I’ve been such a good girl.”

The cogs moved inside Mingi’s head for a moment, then his eyes lit up, his lips forming a wide grin. “Is that why you were rubbing all over me back there? Why didn’t you just say that, baby? You know I’m bad at taking hints.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you started, lifting your dress off of yourself and tossing it onto the comforter, revealing you only had a small, lacy pair of panties on. “I should’ve just bent myself over the kitchen counter and asked you to fuck me dumb in front of your friends, huh? They’d like a little post game show, don’t you think?”

Mingi groaned at the thought of railing you while his friends gave him pointers from the sidelines, growing hard underneath you. “You’re so hot, baby. So hot and so slutty for me.” He reached down to unbuckle his belt, popping it open, just for your greedy hands to do the rest of the work, eventually pulling his long, veiny cock out.

Since you’ve been dripping pretty much the entire night, you were confident that you could take your boyfriend’s dick for a ride without needing lube. “You want me to bounce on your big cock, Min?” you asked sweetly, rubbing your soaked cunt back and forth across his dick, hearing him let out a small moan instead of a groaning sound. “Hm? Or do you want to fuck me senseless and make me cum all over your friend’s sheets?”

“Please, ride my dick, baby…” he murmured, starting to whine from your change of pace, feeling your pussy slipping and sliding all over his sensitive spots, the tip beginning to leak pre-cum. “Pleaseeee, I need it so bad. I need it so fucking bad.”

"Mmm, I suppose you've had enough, Min." You slid yourself to the tip and lifted it up just enough to begin pushing it inside, whimpering from being stretched out so intensely. Lowering yourself inch by inch, you ran your hands up underneath Mingi's shirt, lifting it up to see the defined softness of his pecs, grabbing and squeezing them.

Mingi arched his back slightly, biting and tugging at his lower lip when you finally bottomed out, the both of you moaning in unison. "Ride me, baby. Come on," he whined impatiently, running his hands over yours, guiding them down along his abs, enjoying the way your warm hands felt on his skin.

"Give me a minute," you replied in a strained voice, taking in a few deep breaths, waiting for the low burning sensation to subside.

Mingi lifted his hand up to press against your lower stomach, feeling the hard outline of his cock. "Baby's so full of me. You're such a good girl for taking my cock like this."

Something inside you switched, encouraging you to begin fucking yourself on his length, moaning, "Yeah, I'm a good girl...such a good girl for you, Min..."

"Yeah, you are," he exhaled, grabbing you by your hips and waiting for each moment you dropped yourself down to thrust himself into your tight hole, your breathy, high-pitched moans like music to his ears. "Fuck, I can feel you throbbing. It's so good, isn't it, doll?"

"So fucking good," you agreed, your lower half already starting to feel heavier, the feeling of getting pounded into by something so large and thick sending you into a state of bliss. "You're gonna make me cum soon..."

Suddenly, the door behind you swung open, and three distinct voices could be heard talking amongst themselves. "So, you're telling me your bong is in that mess on the floor?" Yunho questioned, pointing to the floor, trying to ignore what was going on in the middle of the room, the tips of his ears red and burning.

"Yeah, hold on." San walked into his room like it was just another day and stood near the two of you, giving Mingi a high five when he put his hand out. It must've been a regular occurrence with your boyfriend's previous partners. Personally, you were so dick-drunk, you didn't even care that San was studying the way your tits bounced along with your movements.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, sweetheart," San said, giving you a suggestive smile, before bending over to pick up a few articles of clothing and throwing them to the side, searching for his bong underneath the chaos.

Mingi continued to drill himself into you, his cock throbbing heavily inside you due to being watched by his friends, opting to grab both of your wrists and hold you down, not letting you move at it, forcing you to take everything he was giving you. "Baby likes being watched, huh? Is Baby gonna cum from being a little attention whore?"

"Uh-huhhh..." You kept your eyes locked on his, making small whimpers each time he pounded into you, tears forming inside your eyes from having an audience.

"Goddamn..." San mumbled underneath his breath, already holding his bong inside his hand, but staying still, mesmerized by the way your ass routinely bounced when Mingi’s cock slammed inside of you. Seonghwa and Yunho were in similar situations, leaning on each other and watching the both of you with dilated eyes, wondering how the hell Mingi’s giant cock somehow fit inside your small frame without splitting you open.

"I'm...about to cum, doll." He caressed your cheek, wiping a few escaping tears, before glaring at San. "Get out of here, okay? I didn't mind you watching, but you're not about to see me nut."

Disappointed, San let out a long sigh, making eye contact with you when you glanced over at him with barely open eyes, your orgasm building up inside you at a rapid rate. "Maybe next time I can watch you two cum," he mused, only leaving the room with his friends when Mingi grabbed one of the plushies on the bed and tossed it at San's head.

Mingi, still holding your cheeks, pulled you down on top of him, slotting his lips onto yours, his hips still moving at a feverish, somewhat sloppy pace. "Cumming," he mumbled into your mouth, listening to your many muffled cries, slowly pumping his cum into your abused hole.

You melted against him, your body going completely lax, your cunt pulsing heavily, as your arousal poured out of you and dripped past Mingi's inner thighs, seeping into the comforter beneath. "So good...that was so good..." you slurred, even though you weren't drunk from the alcohol.

"I'm glad Baby likes getting dicked down so much," Mingi mused, his voice low and gravelly, reveling in the post-orgasm bliss, rubbing your back in circles. His hand suddenly went stiff, giving you a concerned look.

You pushed a few wet strands behind your ear, tilting your head to the side. "What's wrong, Min?"

He gave you a small pout, his eyebrows drawn together. "My nose feels kind of stuffy.”

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sanjisboyfie · 4 months

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to help me sleep at night just random individual headcanons from various places of my brain (did it on my phone if typo ignore or u eill explode)

m!reader

if suguru is smoking and you come up to him:

option a: you smoke too, he lights your cigarette up w his lighter, cupping his hand over the flame to make sure it doesnt go out before your end is properly lit, OR he makes sure you have yours in your mouth, before leaning in towards you (his is in his mouth) and pressing the two ends together to make yours light off of his end, OR, he just insists on you two sharing the one hes already smoking, smirking as hes got infinite amount of indirect kisses lined up for him now

option b: you don't smoke, so he immediately stomps it out on the ground and blows the last hit he took into thr opposite direction of you so you dont ahve to smell it/smell like it.

satoru really loves embarassing you two in public, especially in his teen days. out of nowhere, really erotic noises would come from him - obviously unprompted and unprovoked - and he'd just start obnoxiously moaning your name...so fucking embarrassing. its like hes got the humor of a middle schooler. like youre in the arcade playing games w each other, he loses, and then he starts shaking the poor machine and jolting his hips back and forth AS IF hes getting railed when obviously hes FUCKING NOT and screaming "eugh!! uAgh!! HARDER [NAME]!! FUCK" and youre just trying very hard to get him to shut the fuck up

another satoru headcanon, loves gushing to u abt his lil nerd findings. when you were in highschool tgt, he would have you sit in front of him on his bed as he pointed to all the different mechanjcs his gundam figurine (bc he deffo collected them bye its ltr canon) has and going all nerdy by making silly noises like "pshhh! pfooo! baam!" as he makes them dance around in front of you. you just let him indulge you because hes honestly adorable whenever he does get rlly into it and not at all an annoying piece of shit, like he usually is. he might even rock ur bodies back and forth as hes doing all the sound effects too before setting the toy down and jus peppering kisses all over your face and neck. awww the little shit is being cute.

erm erm guys lemme cook w the one piece boys rq.

TRAFALGAR LAW...thats the headcanon.

ok obvs jk. but just imagine laws hands (gigglegiggle) and how theyre always in conract w u. mans cannottt keep his hands to himself. but nooo his hands needs to touch skin or else its not even worth it???? his fingers will slither beneath your shirt and grip onto your pelvis, or they'll go below your waistband and just run up and down your hipbone. if hes coming up from behind you his personal favorite is grabbing the back of your neck with his COLD ASS hands and watching you jump in genuine UNCOMFORTABLENESS and him jus laugh at u. then he kisses the spot he touched, covering the cold sensation w his warm lips. orrrr how about how he literally tugs you around w his hands. idk smth like pulling you inby yourbelt loops and forcing you to sit on his lap, no matter whos w u guys. or how hes always got his hand in yours so hes guiding you places/forcing you to stick near him

luffy gulp. luffy gulp gulp. the absolute sweetest sweetheart. probably loves kissing a lot. when u guys first started dating the only kisses hed accept were if u guys both looked like ducks and your lips were pursed to heaven and beyond. he thought it was rlly cute and liked how it felt. a very smiley teethy kisser if ykwim. 99.9% of ur kisses end up with him grinning ear to ear so youre basically kissing teeth stp but its ok hes babygirl it ok. luffy wants kissed for every single little thing. you gusy woke up? kiss. you guys r gonna eat breakfast? kiss. you guys r about to take a bath? kisses in the bath r fun!!!!! luffy is a kissing enthusiast. give him kisses wtfffff

tbh zoros a biter. like bro definitely bit kids when he was little. but MOVING ON FROM THAT. i mean: hes the type to bite as a form of affection. ABS IF U CANT SEE THE VISION IDC he definitely does. he sees your arms and thinks hmm i shd try eatin that in a very unserious way so he bites it when its in front of him and u genuinely look st him as if he has rabies. then he jus shrugs and ignores it??? which hello why is ur teeth imprinted in my skin rn ur jus gonna ignore it. if you guys r cuddling, he bites your bicep lightly to wake u up because hes too lazy to speak words. zoro rlly is "i no energy word bite yes" like dawg it does NOT work like that. bites your fingers sometimes when u hold hands....then licks it better when youre abiut to dcold him. the thing is this is all v nonchalantly done. like he rlly doesnt see how odd this is so he just does it and then cotninues on as if it isnt lowk v odd and abnormal. bites a lot. (he a freakazoid) dont let him rest his hesd between your legs for nap time he will definitely bite the inside of your thighs and that hurts like a bitch. next thing yk hes biting too close and taking off ur dick. do not risk it w this man.

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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hi there, can you write something fluffy for fenrys??

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Fenrys x reader

A/n: I haven't written for Fen in so long and he's literally one of my favs from ToG. He deserves happiness after everything he's been through

Warnings: none

Fenrys watched from the balcony as Aelin walked you through the castle gates. He lets out a dreamy sigh as you throw your head back from laughing at something the queen said. Fenrys was so lost in his little fantasy land he missed Rowan come to stand next to him.

“You feeling ok?” Fenrys jumps, backing away from the railing and clutching at his heart. “Good gods! Don’t do that Rowan!” The king couldn’t help the shit eating grin that spread across his lips. Rowan looks out at your retreating figure as you leisurely walk back to town. “Aelin thinks you two would make a great match.”

Fenrys lets out an annoyed huff, taking his piercing gaze off of Rowan and watching you again. He was always so charming and smooth when it came to talking to females. For some reason when he tried speaking to you Fenrys always made a fool of himself. He either tripped over air or fumbled with his words before excusing himself. There was no other way to say it, Fenrys is in love with you.

How could he not be? You’re so kind and intelligent and beautiful. Fenrys can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you’re around.

A week later - on the day you usually visit, Fenrys noted - Aelin called him into her office. Striding through the open door Fenrys stopped before her desk, sketching a bow before standing with his hands behind his back. “What can I do for you?” Aelin gave him a smile that told Fenrys she was scheming. Fenrys mentally rolled his eyes, waiting for Aelin to tell her plan.

“I need you to do me a favor.” She said sweetly. “Nothing crazy, just an errand that I can’t get to today.” Fenrys nodded. “What kind of errand?” The queen’s smile became toothy and far too happy looking for his liking. “Can you go to y/n’s store for me and pick up the book she set aside for me?”

Fenrys felt his heart stutter in his chest. He had never been to your store. He had avoided it at all costs after the second time he made a fool of himself in front of you. “Erm…” He had to answer quickly before Aelin turned this into a command and he no choice. Not like he had one anyway. If Aelin already thought you two were a match the whole court must know by now. And Fenrys would never hear the end of it from Lysandra if he never made a move.

“Yes.” He blurts out. “Excellent.” Aelin claps her hands in approval and stands to guide Fenrys from her office. “And no rush whatsoever. Take your time, enjoy a stroll through the city. Get some tea with someone. But don’t come back here without my book.” She said sternly before shutting the door on him.

Upon entering the bustling city Fenrys found himself taking the long way to your shop. Inevitably he found himself standing outside your shop, dreading how he would mess up this conversation with you. Inhaling deeply through his nose and out through his mouth, Fenrys pushed open the door to your shop.

The bell ringing above his head caught your attention immediately. You rushed to the front of the store, your arms full of books. Your eyes widen in surprise at the tall male in the middle of your small book store. “Hi,” you say cheerily, “Fenrys, right?” It took all of his training to keep calm. To keep the butterflies from swarming his insides.

“Y-yes. Yup, that’s me.” Dear gods he hoped Lorcan would show up and stab him.

Then you did something unexpected. You giggled at him. It wasn’t a pity laugh, you genuinely giggled. Fenrys smiled at you. Realizing you looked like you were about to drop the stack of books in your arms Fenrys cleared the space between you, reaching his hands out to help. “Can I take these for you?” “Oh, yes. That would be great, thank you.”

As you handed over half the stack Fenrys noticed your hands were shaking. If it was because of him he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “Can you put them on the front counter?” “Of course.” You give him a small nod and lead him to the counter.

After putting the books down you nervously fiddled with your hair, glancing at Fenrys every other second. You felt like you always messed up when you spoke to him. That awkward laugh would always leave your lips and you always forgot where you were going when you bumped into him in the castle.

Clearing your throat you finally look make eye contact. Maybe that’s too much eye contact, you think to yourself. Fenrys isn’t shying away though. If anything he’s looking at you with the same shy, unsure intensity.

An awkward moment of silence passes between the two of you before Fenrys finally remembers why he’s here. “Aelin sent me to pick up her book. She said you had it set aside for her.”

The realization clicked in your eyes and your cheeks redden. It was silly to think he was there for you. Pulling the book from the shelf behind you and turning back to Fenrys you give him a small smile, hoping it didn’t look as sad as you felt. “Here you go.” His fingers brushed against yours. You felt a warmth rush through your body at the soft touch.

Your cheeks heat even more as you bite back your smile. Fenrys takes the book giving you a reassuring smile. “Thanks,” he says softly. “You’re welcome.” He nods and turns to leave. Fenrys cringes at himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

He stopped with his hand on the door, thinking screw it. Marching back up to the counter Fenrys takes a deep breath. You look up at him with bright curiosity in your eyes. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

You nod your head excitedly. “I would love that. Is tomorrow night ok?” “Absolutely.” You give him a bright smile. Taking out a pen and paper you write down your address for him. He takes it happily and practically skips out of your store back to the castle.

#throne of glass imagine #throne of glass #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #Fenrys moonbeam #Fenrys throne of glass #fenrys moonbeam x you #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys x you #fenrys fluff #throne of glass fenrys

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Hello!! I am absolutely loving your R&R fic so far!! If you’re taking requests for more Jordan fics could you do one with a genderfluid reader who is so happy to meet another genderqueer character and they’re just so happy together and supportive? Maybe a cute coming out scene? I completely understand if that’s not something you’re comfortable writing though!! Have a nice day <33

Time and Space

pairing: jordan li x reader (sort of platonic)

tw: nothing really? slight mentions of homophobia, mentions of death, swearing - that's it i think

description: it's your first day at campus and something unexpected happens when you're trying to sort out your schedule.

a/n: ok so i'm not genderqueer myself (even if i do have my own gender things going on atm) so i genuinely hope this is written ok and respectfully. pls lmk if it isn't and i will change anything that needs to be changed. this is also more of a drabble than a one-shot but i hope you enjoy <333

You started picking your way through all the other freshmen that were joining God U. Your suitcase hit different little bumps in the path but you kept trying to make your way to your dorm. Your powers would be incredibly helpful right now but you really didn’t want to accidentally kill someone with how busy everything was.

Supposedly you hadn’t gotten a roommate this year since your application was accepted a little later than usual, a shiver travelled through your spine as you remembered that kid had to die just for you to have a place at this school.

Shaking off the remaining anxiety you finally got to the door that was meant to open your dorm. Clutching your hand on the handle and pushing, your room was opened up to you. It was huge. It probably wouldn’t have been as huge if there was another person living with you but holy shit.

You started going through the motions of unpacking your things and changing into much more comfortable clothes. The 4-hour flight had left your clothes itchy and slightly sticky. Smoothing down the leather of your trench coat, you walked back into the fray of students.

You heard a chime from your phone and pulling it out you realized it was your schedule. You hadn’t really decided between Crime Fighting and Performing Arts but your powers dictated that the first one was probably the better option. You had the ability to distort or rather bend space, which wouldn’t really do much if you were doing performing arts. Plus you had the worst stage fright. A little note at the end read that you should go check in with Professor Brink’s TA as soon as possible so you had all the books ready.

Taking a deep breath you put up your hands and a second later you were standing in front of the Crime Fighting school. Your face twisted into a smirk as some people ducked away from your sudden appearance before you closed your eyes again and transported. This time you appeared in the little entry room outside of Brink’s office.

Sitting at the desk was the person you assumed was Professor Brink’s TA. They had short black hair and she was wearing a long sleeve shirt. They must not have realized you had arrived in the little space because she was still typing away at her computer.

“Uh hi?” You said, breaking the complete silence of the room. The person jumped and looked up at you with a frown.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something?”

“Oh right, yes. My schedule said I should come check with you about Professor Brink’s class.”

“Hmm let me see that. I’m Jordan by the way.”

“Y/N. Wait… you’re Jordan Li?” Your mouth dropped, this was the person who had literally made you confident enough to actually come out to your parents. They were like the coolest person ever.

“Yes…” Jordan said tentatively as they looked up at you.

“Sorry, I just had a minor freak out. Holy shit, you’re just- you are a fucking inspiration is all.” You stuttered out, the obvious star struck look on your face had Jordan slightly chuckling.

“I don’t get that a lot but thanks. Oh ok yes, Y/N L/N… oh what pronouns do you prefer today?” Jordan asked as a brilliant smile crossed their face.

“Uh just they/them, I think today? It’s subject to change though.” You said as you laughed slightly.

“Totally understand that, it’s fucking awesome isn’t it? Also your powers sound incredible. How much control do you have over them?” Jordan asked hurriedly as she stood up and motioned you to sit over at the couch.

“Enough, so I’m not exactly at an expert level but I’m slowly building up to it. Your powers are so fucking cool as well. The way you just have a million different powers is spectacular.”

“Aww thank you, most people don’t look past the whole gender thing so…”

“Honestly fuck them, it’s a huge part of us sure but it’s no different than being like any other human being.” You said as you stretched out your arms and smiled. “Oh shit I totally forgot to ask but what are your pronouns today?”

“Uh they/she but… subject to change.” Jordan said lightly, slightly mocking your words with a smile.

“Oh fuck you.”

You spent the next hour discussing everything and anything, finding people who actually accepted and had similar beliefs to you was hard in recent years. Especially with being a supe as well. Jordan also helped you figure out your schedule and got you some extra books that would help with classes. By the end of the conversation, you felt like you had gained your first real friend at school.

ahhh ok lmk ur thoughts <3 also the reader's powers are called spatial manipulation (this is a link to the superpower wiki page if anyone is interested in reading more about it). also me actually being active wow.

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suzukiblu · 8 months

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excerpt from the one where Tim Drake goes to an alternate reality and decides to get his other self laid via the local Kon's bisexual awakening:

"Anyway, it's not important," Tim says, waving his other self off. "Though maybe do look up Bernard later if you get a chance and see if he's available and not a supervillain or anything here, because trust me, absolutely worth it. Possibly worth it even if he is a supervillain here, I really cannot exaggerate what a good boyfriend he is. Like, he's such a good boyfriend that I'm currently working on the best way to promote him to fiancé."

". . . but that's . . . not important?" his other self asks slowly.

"I meant our sexuality's not important," Tim says. "Bernard specifically is wildly important. But I'm only mentioning all this to begin with because I want to know if you want to make a pass at your Kon with me and double-team his invulnerable ass."

His other self stares at him.

"Bernard and I have an open relationship, before you assume I'm a scumbag," Tim clarifies. "And Kon is quite literally the hottest person I've ever seen who wasn't actively rocking pheromone control powers at the time."

"Uh," his other self says. "Is there like . . . a difference between our Kons, aesthetically, or . . ."

"Not really, no, they're both unfairly attractive," Tim replies with a shrug. "Well, yours has a few more facial piercings and more of an undercut than a fade, and mine has more studs and patches on his costume and more expensive taste in sunglasses, but otherwise. Oh, and also he's started wearing this thigh holster pouch and I have no idea what he even keeps in the damn thing but it genuinely haunts me at night. Last week he pulled out a whole box of fruit snacks for Bart, the week before that he had three different flavors of Cassie's favorite chapstick and a pack of hair ties, and a month ago I ran out of explosive batarangs at a bad time and he just handed me one. I still don't know how I feel about that. Like, emotionally, I mean."

"Uh," his other self says.

"Anyway earlier your Kon put his arm around my neck and wrapped me up in his TTK so I wouldn't die while we were blowing up interdimensional murder-bots together and my dick hasn't jumped to attention that fast since my Kon got his nipples pierced and decided to show them off to me," Tim says. "So I'd like to fuck his brains out and it seemed polite to invite you along, all things considered."

"Doesn't your boyfriend, like . . . mind that?" his other self says awkwardly.

"My boyfriend thinks it's hot," Tim says. Thinks it's hot and regularly provides helpful suggestions for more effective methods of Kon-seducing, more specifically. Not that seducing Kon ever actually requires much effort, but Tim likes to go in with a plan anyway. It's his love language, what can he say. "Does your Kon have his nipples pierced, on that note?"

"I have no idea," his other self says. "Maybe?"

"No, you'd definitely know if he did," Tim says, shaking his head.

"I mean, not necessarily," his other self says skeptically. "I don't see why he'd tell me either way."

"Really? Because mine flashed me his entire Jacob's ladder about thirty seconds after he finished getting it done," Tim replies wryly.

"What's a Jacob's ladder?" his other self asks with a frown.

"Do you want me to tell you or do you want to see the last sext he sent me?" Tim asks, tilting his head. "Both options will answer the question, one's just more interesting than the other."

His other self . . . blinks. Tilts his head too.

"He sexted you? Like on purpose?" he asks, clearly bemused by the idea.

"Safe to say it was on purpose, yeah," Tim says. "Honestly he sexts me more than he texts me at this point, and he texts me a lot."

"And your boyfriend thinks that's . . . hot," his other self says, his frown deepening.

"That my codependently needy best friend who I've become a supervillain with in certain timelines and who I once had a literal nervous breakdown over and who would perfectly willingly die on my say-so wants my dick?" Tim says. "Desperately hot, yes."

His other self looks increasingly bemused.

"Kon is definitely straight," he says. "I'm definitely straight."

"Did you reexamine any of your feelings about Dick or Jason yet?" Tim asks.

"I don't have any feelings about Dick or Jason," his other self says. "I mean, like–not like that!"

"Well, maybe our realities are more dissimilar than I've been assuming," Tim allows, though he really hasn't gotten that impression at literally any point so far. "We could test it?"

"Test it . . . how, exactly?" his other self asks warily.

"Once in my reality Jason lost a bet and we made him wear one of Dick's old Nightwing costumes," Tim says. "Specifically the one with the v-neck."

". . . okay?" his other self says, visibly bemused again.

"He couldn't even get it to zip up halfway over his abs," Tim informs him. "Actually the whole thing was such a tight fit that Dick had to help him get back out of it. Squirming was involved. From both of them."

His other self reverts to staring blankly at nothing. Tim waits patiently.

"Okay," his other self says eventually. "Maybe I'm not entirely straight."

"I've been going with 'bisexual' when I feel like I need a label," Tim supplies helpfully. "But you do you. So, I reiterate: want to double-team your Kon with me?"

"Look, I don't know what yours is like, but my–our Kon is very literally the most convincingly heterosexual person I know," his other self says, frowning again and looking just barely uncomfortable as he folds his arms. "I genuinely cannot think of anyone I know who is more convincingly heterosexual than Kon."

"Yeah," Tim says, giving him another pitying look. "Very convincingly heterosexual, isn't he. Almost like he's, I don't know. Convincing someone."

". . ." his other self says.

"Just for the record, he fucks like a porn star," Tim says conversationally. His other self goes back to staring blankly at nothing in particular. "Also: yes, the stamina translates, no, he really doesn't need to breathe, and yes, TTK can do everything that you think it can and also several things you haven't thought of yet."

His other self keeps staring at nothing for a while. Tim grabs himself another Zesti and cracks it open, figuring this might take a minute.

It takes several minutes, but whatever. Tim's got all night.

"This might make things awkward with the team," his other self says finally, once Tim's mostly through his Zesti. "Or just with Kon in general."

"You know how much he used to hate listening to you?" Tim says, as a man who was Bat-trained to show no mercy when convincing people to do what he wants them to. "Like, how you literally couldn't get him to do a damn thing you asked him to no matter what, even when you knew he knew better than to be starting some shit? Even when he'd listen to Cissie or Cassie telling him to do the exact same thing?"

"Yeah?" his other self asks with another frown.

"You can just go ahead and extrapolate why refusing to accept someone's authority might be a thing with a guy who maybe feels a little bit weird about his sexuality," Tim says, then takes another sip of Zesti because this might also take a minute.

". . . uh," his other self says, blinking slowly. "When you say it like that it sounds like . . ."

"Like I'm implying that your best friend has some submissive tendencies in the bedroom and wasn't always comfortable with the way that letting specifically you boss him around made him feel?" Tim suggests.

". . . like that, yeah," his other self manages.

"Good, that means I said it right," Tim says.

His other self makes a very weird noise, then puts his face in his hands.

"He listens to you now, right?" Tim says.

"This could make things so, so awkward," his other self reiterates in a mumble.

"Speaking as the one who already knows what he looks like with our entire dick in his mouth, there is literally no amount of awkwardness that would not be worth it," Tim replies frankly, tossing his empty can. His other self makes an even weirder noise and doesn't drop his hands.

"He'd never go for it," he says.

"Technically a possibility, given the nature of the multiverse," Tim says agreeably, though if the local Kon shares even one or two of his own Kon's bulletproof kinks, this is in fact about as close to a sure thing as a sure thing gets. Like, Kon might feel awkward or nervous or for some reason think he should turn down the offer, but also Tim might just make said offer via telling him just how bad he wants to show him how good he is at taking dick and thereby score an instant K.O., sooooo . . .

Or he might just tell him what a sweet, pretty boy he is and score that K.O. the old-fashioned way.

Look, Kon's easy. Tim likes to go in with a plan, yeah, but the plan has never once actually been necessary. Kon will try just about anything at least once, and if he doesn't want to try it he'll offer the next-best thing. As long as he knows someone's genuinely into him . . .

Pretty much a sure thing, yeah.

#timkon #timber #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #superboy #robin #rinfic #not sfw #long post #wip: interdimensional whoring for timkon

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silvervioletvalentine · 10 months

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🖤She calls the shots🖤

Pairing : Quinn Hughes x F1 driver Cherrie!

Word count : 15k

Summary : in which they’re both forced to spend their recovery time together after getting injured , in hopes of bringing two worlds together.

Or in which - Cherrie is pissed to be in America , forced to stay with a hockey player she’s never even met before. And Quinn , well, Quinn’s just well and completely fucked! Cause love at first sight (glare) is apparently very much real.

Warnings - fluff? Literally just Cherrie being a bossy bad bitch who makes sure that she always gets her own way , and Quinn just being gone for her and letting her get away with it all. Idek lemme know what you think and if you liked it, not my best work but not my worst either so..

Cherrie was certain that her face was quickly becoming the same shade colour as her name, feeling the heat boil beneath her skin as she looked over to her assistant/manager in disbelief .

Wondering if perhaps all the loud engines from the f1 cars had given her some type of hearing loss, or maybe she had mistook her vitamins for hallucinogenic drugs , because there was no way that Sarah was saying what she thought she was saying.

"Sorry?" She let out a loud laugh of denial , grinning far to widely to be genuine .

Sarah grimacing as soon as she saw the look on cherries face, wishing that it could have been anybody but herself to break the news to the violate driver who had never once in her life let a personal opinion of her own go unheard .

Cherrie's eye twitched "I don't think I heard you right." She laughed again, a little more hysterical this time around .

Rubbing at her sore back with her hand as she stood there leaning against her kitchen counter in disbelief .

"-Because you have just told me that I'm going to be spending the next two weeks with a hockey player , just for some attention." She repeated exactly what she had just been told, fake grin still pasted on tightly .

"You're joking right?" She said as she reached out to lightly pinch Sarah's shoulder "right? You're so funny sometimes Sarah."

Sarah swallowed , taking a small step away from the furious driver opposite her. Regretting not putting her foot down further and paying somebody else to break the news to cherrie. Having known that such a dramatic and unhappy reaction from her would occur.

I mean. What were the higher ups thinking? Cherrie was not known for being a friendly , sweet girl who would happily talk to anyone and everyone.

No. Cherrie was the driver that the other drivers shit themselves about whenever they even so much as nudged her car with their own, knowing that she would give them a bollocking about it as soon as she found them after the race.

She was loud, arrogant , sarcastic and unapproachable to anybody that she didn't like or know. So putting her, bad temper and careless big mouth , together with some poor injured hockey player for two weeks?

Sarah felt horribly sorry for the guy because it wasn't going to be easy.

Well, that was if she could get Cherrie there first. That was the first hurdle to jump over.

And so far, it wasn't going to well at all.

Sarah sighed tiredly "I'm not joking. They thought it would be a good idea to bring more attention and fans to the both of you and the sport. And with you both being injured and off for the season, they thought it's would be a perfect marketing

Opportunity to show that sport can be dangerous whether it's f1 cars or ice hockey .." she tried to explain logically to her , pursing her lips tightly together when her driver let out a loud, sharp laugh.

"Ha!" Cherrie snorted humourlessly , shaking her head in disbelief . "More fans? I - we- don't need more attention . We're bathing in it. F1 is up there with football now after all the Netflix shit stirring it up. We don't need more fans, we have plenty." She groaned, "I have plenty! Now the hell is this going to help me?" She scoffed pissed off "I don't need help! I'm a star." And there was that not so subtle arrogance that she was referencing to.

Sarah groaned too, fed up with her arguing back to her about something that she had no control over. She was just the delivery pigeon here , if she was in charge, she wouldn't be letting a cold and quite frankly mean, woman like Cherrie anywhere near a quite, reserved hockey player who had already gotten his nose bust open , Sarah didn't want Cherrie to give him another one.

"It's more for them. Hockey isn't as big as this sport, or any other for that matter . It's not raking in the views and their YouTube videos showing the players personalities barely get fifty to a hundred thousand views. They need this Cherrie. We need to keep that sport alive. Not just in America." She told her firmly , wanting her to see where they were coming from.

Cherrie just wasn't having it at all "then they need to invest in a better marketing team. Instead of having middle age white men who don't know how to market for the younger generation , they should do something about that." She countered back in annoyance . Wondering why it was her of all people that got dragged into this shit.

"Why do I have to do it? Driving a f1 car is so far from fucking ice hockey Sarah! Two complete different playing fields!" She exclaimed , getting more upset by the minute.

All she had wanted was to go back home to Madrid and recover in peace there. She didn't want to be jetting off to America to stay with some stranger that she had never even met before. A hockey player nonetheless!

Was this her karma for kicking the back of Max's knees out from underneath him after he had nearly knocked her off the track? He had went tumbling down like a sack of potatoes but still ...

Did she really deserve this? For one... her parents were going to be furious . Her father had already planned on her coming home again and now she was going to have to tell him that no, she was heading to America, injured and alone, to stay with a strange guy . Who the hell thought that this would be a good idea?!

Sarah was barely holding onto her patience with her, having spent a decade following her around and making sure that she did was she was told. She had kind of gotten used to cherries whining and snappiness , and her lack of filter and self control.

But everybody had their limits. And Sarah had just under two hours to get her driver on that plane to the states before both of them got into some serious trouble for Cherrie denying orders from the higher ups again.

Too much money was on the line for this , the nhl having paid their team a large share to make sure that they got the most popular and controversial driver to be the one to do it, knowing that Cherrie being in a video with their player would rake in the views immediately.

It was all business really. And Cherrie hated that.

"They've picked you because both you and the hockey player are injured and won't be playing this season. A perfect fit really. You can both bond over your injury's and film little bits of your recovery and how you spend your free time away. It'll be good." She nodded along as though she believed what she herself was saying. (She did not. She just prayed that Cherrie wouldn't kill the poor guy or make him cry for her own entertainment.)

Sarah had witnessed too many men crying over her Spanish driver for years now. She just wanted this to go well. And from what she had been told, the hockey player that Cherrie would be staying with was actually a really nice guy. Quite , a little awkward but genuine too. The complete opposite of her driver.

Sarah sighed in misery. Crossing her fingers behind her back tightly .

Cherrie couldn't believe it, laughing coldly. "fantastic! So I can't even be injured in fucking peace now!" She exclaimed utterly furious with it all.

"And America of all places?! Why couldn't you have made him travel to Madrid with me instead? Why do I have to be the one to leave?!" She questioned annoyed that her plans of relaxing and having a good time were ruined.

Sarah winced a little , knowing that she wouldn't like what she told her next. "He doesn't like flying and his nose is broken. So he doesn't want to travel -"

Cherrie barked out a laugh "oh he didn't want to travel?!" She spat sarcastically "oh okay. Whatever his highness wants then! Does he not like to walk either? Does he need me to curtsy when I meet him? Should I kiss his fucking feet?!" Her voice raised hysterically , immediately deciding that she hated the guy for making her life even more miserable than it already was right now.

Sarah frowned at her in worry "Cherrie please at least try to play nice with him!"'she ignored her mocking scoff and continued "you just need to film a couple videos together. Sort of like a day in the life. Like you did with Charles last year? You liked that didn't you?" She reminded her hopefully, not wanting her to upset the hockey player by arriving with a bad attitude and a negative outlook of the poor guy who had been roped into this just as much as she had.

Cherrie snorted "yeah because I know charles and I like the guy. I don't know this one ..what if he's a woman hitter?" She threw out randomly , just wanting to get out of this as soon as possible.

Sarah bit back her amused smile "he isn't. He's really nice. Loves women." She said lightly trying to cheer her up about the whole situation.

Cherrie rose a brow, not letting up. Stubborn to find something wrong with the guy so that she didn't have to go at all.

"So he's a playboy? Great." She scoffed "he'll want to fuck me then." She replied with a straight face, not giving up.

Sarah groaned on exasperation, knowing exactly what she was doing and not falling for it at all . "No! I didn't mean that. He's not a woman hitter and he's not a playboy. He's just a normal guy who's really good at hockey alright? He's injured and out for the season just like you. So be nice." She warned her firmly , knowing that no matter what she said Cherrie would be doing and saying whatever the hell she wanted anyways.

Cherrie shook her head and gritted her teeth together "a broken nose? If he even so much as sets a foot out of line with me.." she inhaled sharply as she stomped over to where her suitcases were still packed , grabbing one and rolling the other to Sarah to help her . Ignoring her triumphant look once she realised that she was giving in. "I will make sure that he can never play hockey or have children again."

Sarah just sighed as she rolled one of the suitcases out the door, pacing after the pouting driver in front of her with a amused smile on her face. Feeling sorry for poor Quinn who would have to put up with her for the next two weeks.

Quinn didn't really know what he was supposed to feel as he patted the deflated cushions on the pull out bed couch, grimacing at the terrible timing this was. Wiping away the anxious sweat that was gathering at his forhead with his hand, sighing loudly as he looked around his bland and barely furnished apartment self consciously .

The Cherrie Valentine was going to be stay with him for the next two weeks and he didn't even have a couch because Marley , his cat, had ripped the arms to shreds. He didn't have a coffee table because it had smashed into pieces after a intense game of wrestling with Jack after a few too many beers.

He thought about her luxurious lifestyle , her multiple, multi million dollar homes and sighed. There was really nothing that he could do now, she would be arriving any second at his door and he would be greeting her with a busted nose with white thin tape over it. A bit of a black eye too.

He looked like a mess and this was not the impression he had imagined himself giving Cherrie when he finally did meet her . Unable to believe that this was even happening to him at all.

He had watched her race for years, just like everyone else had . Had watched her get bigger and bigger till everyone knew her name, till everybody wanted a piece of her. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing her pretty face plastered all over magazines and posters . She was the IT girl, always had been and always would be . She never went out of style.

And maybe Quinn wouldn't have felt so close to shitting himself if they had told him that she was a nice, sweet and easygoing person to get along with. That he didn't have to worry about her liking him, because she was a social butterfly who loved everybody.

Only that wasn't the case. And Instead of being assured and his nerves put to rest , they had only heightened when he got a sympathetic phone call from her manager, Sarah, telling him to just stay calm and not to take anything she said or did personally . Warning him that she wasn't in the best of moods and that currently she was on a 'Im a bitch' tour , coming straight for him next.

Her reputation wasn't so sweet at all. Quinn didn't know what he was supposed to do or say. He hated meeting new people, hated having to get to know someone and figure out what you could and could not say around them.

The last thing he wanted to do was Piss Cherrie Valentine off. He , and the rest of the world, had watched her go head to head with max multiple times over their racing season. Had watched her March right up to the driver and start snapping at him, calling him every name in the book in both English and Spanish.

He had seen her punch overbearing reporters , slap another driver for talking shit about her behind her back. Throw her helmet at a driver who had taken her out of the race and shunted her straight into the wall. He had watched her collect her trophy then storm straight off the podium , refusing to celebrate with max who had won after impeding her on the track and not getting a penalty for it at all.

She was ruthless and very clearly didn't give a shit about what other people thought if her . She did whatever the hell she wanted, didn't spare any feelings or egos. She was intimidating as fuck and Quinn was already on edge , his brothers teasing not helping him in the slightest as he listened to Jack laugh at him over FaceTime at his nerves.

"I thought that you would be happier. You've liked her for ages. Now you're gonna have her living with you, isn't that the dream for you?" Jack wondered , confused by his fretting and pale face.

Quinn just scoffed at his naivety "no. Not really because her manager called me this morning to let me know that Cherrie is furious and doesn't even want to do this. She's going to kill me in my sleep or something, she's definitely going to blame me for this." He rambled on , hand on hip as he paced around the front room: watching the clock above his tv tick down.

Jack laughed , grinning at him like any annoying brother would. "Oh shit!" He was amused "then you'll just have to make her see that it was a good idea to stay with you then. Just woo her or something." He told him as though it was that simple.

Quinn looked at him like he was an idiot "woo her?" He repeated unamused "do you know who I'm dealing with here? You want me to woo the same woman that brutally rejected bad bunny on stage in front of thousands of people because he 'wasn't her type'?" He laughed in disbelief "if that guy isn't her type then I am definitely not! Jesus Christ Jack!" He snapped on edge.

His brother just hummed "oh yeah I forgot about that." He looked at him mischievously through the small screen "maybe she'll like awkward American with a busted nose and no social skills whatsoever. You might be lucky!" He joked , laughing hysterical. Finding himself hilarious.

Quinn did not. "Okay fuck you-" before he could call Jack anymore names, there was a loud knock to his door. He didn't even hesitate before ending the call on his brother , looking over at his door like there was a monster waiting to eat him behind it.

"Fuck." He breathed out running a nervous hand through his hair, straightening out his shirt the best that he could before slowly walking over to the door, taking in a deep breath to gather what little courage he had left to face her.

He swung open the door before he could chicken out , coming face to face with a annoyed , but still so beautiful driving scowling back at him.

Cherrie just frowned at him darkly "what took so long? Did they break your feet as well as your nose?" Was the first thing she said to him bluntly , moody and tired from the long flight there . Just wanting to eat and go to sleep, to wallow in her misery for a while.

Quinn's eyes widened as she roughly pushed past him, confidently striding onto his apartment like she owned the place. Leaving him to stare at where she had just been stood in shock for a moment before snapping out of it and quickly shutting the door , turning around to see Cherrie looking around with a unimpressed look on her face.

"Er-" his voice cracked so he quickly cleared his throat , racking his brain for something to say.

"Sorry. I was on the phone to my brother." He told her deciding to blame Jack instead of admitting that he was too scared to answer the door for a moment, that wasn't very cool guy of him at all.

Cherrie just sighed loudly as she put her suitcases by the door, slowly walking around the front room , trailing her fingers over the large shelving unit holding trophy's and pucks. Everything a winner needed .

She subtly peered to the side to see him just hovering behind his couch, cheeks pink and eyes flickering at everything but her. Tense and quite as could be.

She frowned "I'm Cherrie by the way." She mumbled just to be polite. Hating the silence that had fallen over them. It made her anxious. She was a shit talker, not a quite person. She needed to hear some type of noise otherwise she would go mad.

Quinn looked over at her quickly , startled at her suddenly speaking up. "Yeah I know-" his eyes widened in panic "I mean- that sounded creepy but I mean . Yeah. I know who you are-I-they-" he trailed off in embarrassed, giving up excusing himself before he could dig the hole any deeper.

He flushed a dark red, eyes darting back to his feet as she looked over at him in amusement . Biting back a grin at his awkwardness.

Huh. She thought curiously, so Sarah really wasn't kidding about him just being a normal, nice guy.

"And your name? I can't remember it." She wanted to know. Picking up a puck with curiosity having never seen one up close before .

Quinn almost face palmed in embarrassment"oh yeah. I'm Quinn Hughes. It's nice to meet you." He mumbled , hand at the back of his sweating neck as he watched her look through his things without any shame.

She showed him the puck in her hand, raising a brow "why keep these? You have a few. I don't keep my tires after each race." She said confused, wondering if it meant something in hockey world. She had no clue.

Motorsports were her passion , which was why she was so annoyed to be dumped off onto a hockey player that she had never even met before. It was just too much.

Quinn laughed a little at her bluntness , having also been warned about that and her little attitude. He watched her run her fingers through her hair before she smoothly pushed it over her shoulders , nose in the air as she put the puck back down, ready to move onto the next thing she could complain about.

"It's from my first game at Canucks. It's a special one so..I'm sure you took something from your first race in f1." He answered her quietly, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched her Approach his floor to ceiling windows slowly .

Cherrie just hummed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked out of the windows to see nothing but other bland buildings and fog. No beach , no blue sky and beaming sun. No dancing in the street and no smell of beautiful Spanish food filling the air.

She could have cried. She missed home already.

"I took my teammate home with me. Kind of a tradition for me." She muttered straight faced, hearing Quinn choke on his breath in surprise at her crude bluntness.

Quinn was speechless , blinking several times before letting out a shocked "oh. Okay." Not knowing what else to say to that.

She just sighed even louder, more dramatically this time as she looked over her shoulder at him judgmentally . Annoyed, tried and hungry. Not a very good mix for a girl that already struggled not to say whatever was on her mind.

"You're an idiot." She blurted out , arms crossed over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at Quinn unhappily . Trailing her eyes down him, taking in his black jeans and oversized tshirt. Overgrown hair and stubble , before her eyes rested upon his healing nose . Still red and sore, little plaster strip over the bridge of it. The bags under his eyes were dark and bruised .

He looked like the kind of guys that would play a bad guy in the movies. Apathetic and bored with life, overly calm and unbothered by anything.

He couldn't have been any further from that image if he tried.

Quinn looked at her in shock , frowning at her insult. "What? Why?" He wanted to know , defensively crossing his arms over his chest just like she was. Copying her stance without even realising it.

She scoffed, gesturing around her unhappily . "You could have spent two weeks living like a richman in Madrid with me . Sun, sand and beautiful views.." she looked out of his window again, saw the clouds and the ugly apartments opposite and sighed.

"That's stupid. Why didn't you come to me?" She wasn't letting it go. Too annoyed to do so.

She wasn't going to let this be easy for him. Call it a punishment for refusing to leave and making it so that it was her who had to come to him instead.

Quinn just looked at her with a frown "I don't like flying . Especially with a broken nose. Plus- I haven't been to Madrid before. Never mind on my own.." he muttered matter of factly.

If possible, her scowl got even darker "and I've got a bad back from crashing! You think I like flying like this too? Unbelievable!" She scoffed upset , turning her back to him to look at his pullout couch instead.

Quinn rolled his eyes , getting annoyed by her negativity already. "You could have refused to come then-"

It was cherries turn to roll her eyes at him this time "no I couldn't have . I would have gotten fined for breaching my contract. And I'm not giving those bastards a single bit of my money!" She snapped , feeling her phone buzz on her pocket. No doubt her manager reminding her to play nice again.

She then looked at the cheap pullout couch and almost cried.

"No! No! No!" Her Spanish accent got more thicker the more upset she got. Leaving Quinn to look at her with his hand hovering over his mouth , talking deep breaths to keep himself calm.

"Where is your furniture? Why have you got a ratty bed for a couch? Where is the coffee table? What is that smell?!" She ranted off . Upset. Being the usual drama queen that she was. A bit of diva but weren't all drivers?

Shaking her head in Annoyance as she stomped over to her suitcase, plopping down on the hardwood floor as she unzipped it. Not caring a single bit that he could see all of her lace underwear and tiny dresses all stuffed inside of it.

Quinn looked down at her on the floor and tried not to laugh at how frazzled she was getting over something so superficial.

"Cat clawed the couch . Brother smashed the table. And what smell?" He answered her , confusedly sniffing the air and smelling nothing out of the ordinary.

He could only watch in silent disbelief as she then pulled out several candles from her suitcase , placing them all around the room without even glancing back at him. Pulling a lighter from her pocket, she lit them all quickly .

"It smells like boy in here! God!" She breathed in the vanilla and chocolate scent starting to waft off the candles and relaxed a little.

"That's better. I got them in Brazil. Smells nice huh?" She said to him over her shoulder , mood flipping for a second as she glanced around at all of her candles happily.

Quinn just looked at her in disbelief , speechless again. She hadn't even been there an hour and she was already taking over his apartment. He couldn't Believe it!

She then let out a long , dramatic sigh and told him matter of factly. "You'll drive me to the furniture store. We'll pick out a new couch and table." She picked up her purse and walked over to his frozen figure by the wall.

Grabbing him by his bicep without any hesitation, she pulled him along with her impatiently . "Maybe we get a rug too?" She pondered to herself , passing Quinn his car keys from the hook on the wall near the front door. Feeling more settled now that she was being bossy and in control again.

She always got her way, this time wasn't going to any different.

He just let her. Holding the keys in one hand while Cherrie dragged him by his other, Quinn blinking down at her hand that was now encasing his with her soft fingers in complete silence.

Feeling the heat quickly travelling up his neck and to his face as he cleared his throat awkwardly , heart racing in his chest at the sudden contact from her.

His stomach also fluttering at her bossing him around confidently , just expecting him to do what she said. He found himself trying not to grin , rolling his lip underneath his teeth as he tried not to laugh at her .

"She's a little overwhelming sometimes." Her manager had told him "no personal space and no sparing thoughts for others feelings. But she means well. She just comes across a bit ...bossy sometimes."

No shit. He thought in amusement . Letting her drag him out of his own apartment without any argument. It really wasn't worth the energy.

Plus she was gorgeous. And she was holding his hand. He wasn't going to pull away now.

"We have to get one right now?" He muttered , startled but mostly amused by her .

Cherrie just nodded her head, glancing over at him briefly as though he was the idiot. "Yes. I am not spending too weeks living like that. How do you feel about velvet?" She wanted to know. Already planning what to buy already. She wanted to make it feel a little like home , hoping that would help her mood out a bit.

Quinn just shrugged in confusion , admiring the sun beaming down on them as they stepped out of the apartment complex. Quinn taking the lead this time As he led her over to his car.

She sighed again "fuck me. I miss my Ferrari." She mumbled , upset again as she reluctantly slid into his car and buckled in. Watching him jog around after opening and closing the door for her, she hummed a little. Pleased that he was acting like somewhat of a gentleman towards her. The bare minimum . But still.

"We're only getting a couch and coffee table. Nothing too crazy alright?" He told her firmly , wanting to feel like he was still in charge. (He was not.)

Cherrie just leaned back into her seat with a small smirk on her lips, flicking on the radio and turning it up as soon as she heard a Taylor swift song come on. Letting out a pleased sound before she hummed along.

"Yeah. Sure." She promised nothing.

Six hours later and Quinn was left speechless, standing in the middle of his apartment with his hands on his hips as he looked around at the new green velvet couch , the marble heart shaped coffee table , the massive gold traditional rug , the fairy lights hung up in every corner , the fake ivy all over the ceiling . Then he looked over at a pleased , grinning Cherrie and let out a long, defeated sigh.

"This was way more than just a couch and table." He muttered , running a hand over his face in exasperation as he watched her throw herself down onto the ridiculously large velvet couch, picking up a expensive pillow with a picture of cats on it and hug it to her chest happily.

She picked up the remote and turned on the tv , getting herself comfortable in the couch. Already feeling much better.

"Pretty huh?" Was all she said with a grin as she peered over the couch at him, smug .

He looked at her, already dressed in teddy bear shorts and tank top set. Hair messy with dog slippers on her feet , smiling up at him hard enough that dimples shone through. He felt his shoulders sag as he exhaled shakily , looking away from her magnetic self.

Swallowing thickly as he blinked away the sight of her tanned legs and twinkling eyes , heart racing in his chest.

"Very pretty." Was all he mumbled before making an escape to the kitchen before she could catch him any further under her spell.

He pulled out a beer for himself and gulped it back, trying to remind himself how to breathe. But it was a little hard to do so when he had Cherrie Valentine on his couch , all smug and smirking at him in her pyjamas , looking like a dream after spending all of his money on new furniture and accessories for his apartment . Redecorating his place Despite only knowing him for less than a day.

And Quinn , he hadn't even thought to say no or deny her what she wanted. He could already hear the teasing he would be getting from his brothers and friends when they found out what a softy he had gone for her already.

"Wuinn?" She called out loudly to him, blanket pulled over her as she put on modern family for them to watch.

He inhaled deeply, skin tingling at the sound of her saying his name With her pretty mouth. It sounded so good coming from her.

"yeah?" He called back warily . Already pulling out another beer for himself.

"Can you make me a sandwich and get me a glass of ice water please?" She shouted through to him without hesitation. Already feeling comfortable now that she was getting what she wanted.

She breathed in her lovely candles, snuggled into his new velvet couch and sighed happily. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Quinn just chuckled quietly to himself as he began to pull out the stuff he would need to make her one, grinning down at the counter at her audacity.

"No!" He shouted back , more than amused as he pulled out the bread and made them some sandwiches. Grabbing some cookies to put on the side of the plate for her as well.

He could hear her giggle before she shouted back lightly "them pucks can be used as weapons Quinn!"

He laughed loudly this time, unable to stop himself as he got her ice water .

"I know! I've had plenty to the face to know that!" He said as he grabbed her plate and drink, alongside his beer in his hands as he walked back over to her.

Putting them on the new marble coffee table , he admired it a little.

"Quite a nice table." He admitted after a minute of contemplative silence .

Cherrie leaned up to grab her food, taking a bite , swallowing before casually telling him "I know. That's why I picked it. Plus if you get too hot you can just lay on it naked cause the marble stays cool all the time." Like it was no big deal.

Quinn looked at her and struggled not to imagine her lying naked on his marble table now.

He flushed darkly and quickly looked away , clearing his throat awkwardly .

"Yeah.. I think I'll just stick to putting plates and cups on it for now." He muttered amused.

Cherrie just nodded along, side eyeing him as she looked at his pretty face. Seeing little scars from past injuries , his nose all crooked and sore and wondered

"Really bad break this time huh?" She put down her plate and turned sideways to face him fully.

Quinn eyeing her warily, cheeks flushing red as she reached out and pinched his chin between her fingers tightly , titling his head towards her casually.

He could feel his heart trying to escape his chest, clenching his fingers around his beer bottle as he inhaled a little too sharply to pass as normal.

"Yeah. The doc said that I need to be careful otherwise fixing it won't be as easy. Too many times now I guess.." he mumbled sheepishly , self conscious about it.

He knew what he looked like. His nose was big, crooked in several places and he had heard all the rude and nasty comments about his appearance for years now. They had never bothered him before but with Cherrie looking at Him so closely , suddenly he cared and it make him feel uneasy.

"I've never been to a hockey game. Why do this to yourself? If they told me that every time I got into my car, I would be hit in the face with something . I wouldn't get in it." She said honestly . Letting go of his chin to grab her drink, missing the shaky exhale Quinn let out as she did so.

He laughed a little "cause it's fun." At her raised brow he quickly corrected "the playing part, not the getting injured part. But it's just apart of the game. Happens to everyone at some point." He told her truthfully while sipping from his beer.

She just nodded a little , shuffling off the couch as she yawned . "Alright. I'm gonna head to bed. Maybe I'll wake up and find myself in Madrid .

And this will all just be some sick, twisted dream." She said hopefully , Downing the rest of her water before stretching .

As she passed Quinn, she reached out and pulled at his hair childishly. Making him gasp as he slapped her hand away, rubbing at his head as he narrowed his eyes over at her.

"Hey!" He then reached over to pull at her own hair without a second thought , trying hard not to laugh when she gasped and kicked out at his leg. Scowling like a child at him, not expecting him to dish it back to her so quickly .

"Dickhead." She muttered , eyeing him for a moment before quickly reaching over to do it again then running away before he could even think about retailiiating.

Quinn just snorted as he leaned back against the couch, head hanging over the back of it as he watched her disappear down the corridor to her bedroom . Biting down on his bottom lip to hold back his grin.

"Spoilt brat." He chuckled to himself before pulling out his phone to let his brother know that no, she hasn't killed him. But yes, she was as intimidating as they made her out to be.

Two more weeks. He could manage that, couldn't he?

The next day was filming day, Quinn having been giving a camera and a list of questions that they needed to answer . Cherries manager letting him know that he needed to be the one to keep her in check and to not let her manipulate her way out of it this time.

Like she did with the last video, guys were a sucker for her and she knew it . So last time she didn't want to film, she had merely batted her eyelashes and flirted a little. Sarah had found her later in a completely different country, no video filmed at all.

So Quinn was ready for it when he delivered the news to a grumpy Cherrie that they needed to get this video done for them, the pout immediately settling over her face as she looked over at him.

"But Quinn.." she let out whiningly, having planned to head out around the town and find something to do. Maybe meet some new people and have some fun, alcohol included.

But that plan came crashing straight down as soon as Quinn levelled her with a firm shake of his head, letting her know that he was serious .

"No. Not buts. We've got to do this and then you can do whatever you want after." He told her seriously as he picked up the camera and fiddled with it, turning it on and making sure that he clicked the right settings.

He nodded over to the couch "wanna do it here or..?"

Cherrie frowned , scooping the last mouthful of cereal into her mouth. "I don't want to do it at all. It's stupid. Twenty questions are for childish dates when you're too scared to ask if they want to get out of there and fuck the night away." She grumbled, not a morning person at all. A little more extra blunt and pouty.

Quinn froze for a moment, eyes slowly lifting from the camera to look at her. His nose twitched, fighting back a laugh. Having a feeling that if he did, it would only annoy her more.

"Okay. But...it's a good way for people to get to know you. Isn't it? The fans will love it." He tried to encourage her, frowning a little as he watched her get up from the chair, wincing a little as she held the bottom of her back. Not moving for a second, she didn't look up at him, too busy taking deep breaths In and out.

Concerned, he spoke up quietly "your back? Have you took what you need to for it?" He put the camera down and walked over to his freezer, pulling out an ice pack for her. Something he always used after a game of being shoved around .

Cherrie hummed, looking up at him silently for a moment. Eyebrow raising once she noticed the ice pack in his hand.

He hesitated before nodding down to her back "er-might help right? It's a gel one so it's mouldable to you." He mumbled shyly , looking at her back instead of her intense gaze on him, feeling his cheeks heat up the longer she stared without saying anything.

Feeling a fuzzy feeling in her stomach, she cleared her throat a little. Turned her back to him before lifting up her tank top for him to see the part of her back that was flaring up.

"I already had a damaged nerve from a skiing accident when I was a teenager. Then that crash at silverstone just made it worse again. It keeps flaring up, that's kinda why I was so upset about coming here." She found herself telling him quietly .

Quinn hesitating for a second before moving closer to her , his hand shaking a little as he held her hip with one hand and then pressed the ice pack to the bottom of her spine with his other . Holding it there for her, his chin nearly brushing her shoulder as she relaxed into him without even realising it.

"I was going to get massages and water therapy. Swimming in a hot pool and then a cold one, it helps. There's this place back home I go to, that's what I was planning to do but then .." she trailed off , wondering why she was even telling him any of this.

Quinn finished it for her "then they made you fly here to live with me for two weeks." He understood why she was so upset now . "I'm sorry." He mumbled , feeling bad. Not wanting her to be in pain and especially not because of him.

Cherrie quickly waved him off "don't be. Not your fault, you were forced to do this as well. I'm sure the last thing you wanted was for me to be here in your home as well." She said , pulling all of her hair away from her back to rest it over her front instead.

Quinn tilted his head to himself, lips twitching at how oblivious she was. It may have been a shock to the system finding out that Cherrie would be staying with him, but it definitely wasn't an unwanted one.

I mean, she was Cherrie Valentine , he would be incredibly stupid to ever turn her away from his door.

He gently rubbed his hand up and down her back above the ice pack before speaking up "ya know, we could-there is a pool at the bottom of the complex. If we went really early there's usually no one in there." He quietly suggested to her, thinking about when the last time he swam was.

He thought of Cherrie in a swimsuit and flushed red, eyes sticking to his hand on her back that was now massaging soothing circles into her soft skin.

Cherrie looked over her shoulder at him with a surprised look on her face. "That could work:" she said , pleased.

"You'll come down with me? It's clean? Safe?" She asked him as she finally moved away, taking the ice pack from his hand and tucking it into the band of her shorts instead so that it rested against her back comfortably .

He chuckled and nodded his head, following her over to the couch. "Yeah. Promise. Probably not as good as yours back home but.." he simply shrugged , setting up the camera so that they would both be in the frame.

Sitting down, she grinned up at Quinn, mood lightening considerably now. "Obviously. I have two in my home in Madrid . Indoor and outdoor. I've got a sauna and ice room as well. I'll show you them, the Sauna is really good for you. Might make you feel better too. Help you relax ."

She rambled on , puffing up the pillow behind her back as she got comfortable. Not even realising what she was insinuating .

Quinn paused , looking over at her in surprise . Stomach fluttering "you want me to see your home in Madrid?" He blinked at her, stunned by how casually she said it too.

Now realising what she had said, she hummed , but surprisingly instead of backtracking , she simply nodded her head. "Yeah why not? It's only fair . Maybe you'll see my beautiful home and want a upgrade . The views are beautiful and so are the people." She told him with a small smirk, patting the seat next to her impatiently .

He laughed , Standing there for a second longer before sitting down. Shaking his head in amazement "maybe. Might help with the paleness." He joked pointing at his whiter than white face .

She just giggled "yes! We can tan together , it'll be fun. Now what are these questions?" She leaned over to look at the paper in his hands.

Quinn was quick to push her head away, tutting at her. "No peeking! I'm in charge . Okay.." he read the first question on the list and asked

"Who has more scars?"

Both Quinn and Cherrie looked at each other, Cherrie tilting her head a little as she looked him over. Quinn doing the same.

"I think you because I can already see a few on your face and hairline. I have a few but not many, most from outside of racing." She said , pushing his hair back gently to look at a small scar above his brow from where he had taken a puck the the face a while ago.

Quinn swallowed at her casual touch , nodding his head slowly . "Yeah. I mean, you've got your helmet to keep you safe. I got like half a flimsy cage covering mine." He muttered smiling a little at her. Enjoying the feeling of her hands on him, of how easily and unashamedly she did so.

Cherrie just laughed and said "answer is Quinn! Okay next question!"

"Who has the lost Instagram followers?"

Quinn scoffed "that's easy. You. You have millions." He said, him being a follower of her too. Each post she made had at least two million likes on each one, it was insane . He would hate that kind of attention on him like that, just the thought made him uneasy.

Cherrie grinned smugly "I do. It's cause I'm hot shit and alright to look at." She quipped back, lifting her feet up into the table , stretching out.

Quinn shook his head in amusement , smirking a little. Eyes still down to the paper full of questions in his hand.

"Just alright?" He muttered amused, she was more than just alright.

Cherrie sighed dramatically "way more than alright but I was trying to be humble." She joked, leaning her head back against the couch while smiling at Him. In a strangely good mood.

Quinn laughed loudly "you? Humble?" He snorted, flicking her shoulder "yeah right." He grinned.

She's just rolled her eyes at him , leaning forward to grab a bottle of water from the table. "Shut up. At least I've got something to pretend to be humble about." She poked at him, trying to wind him up.

It worked. Quinn scoffing even as he took the bottle from her and opened the lid once he noticed her struggling with it, doing it without even saying a thing. Both of them too busy bickering to notice.

"Your looks won't last forever." He shot back , grinning. Enjoying their bickering far too much.

She smirked dirtily at him, mouth not even hesitating before she opened it and blurted out "but my pussy will."

Quinn's eyes went wide in shock as he laughed nervously , eyes darting over to the camera. "Okay! Moving on! Ok!" He spluttered out, blushing red as he ran a hand over his heated face. Flustered.

Cherrie just giggled and nudged his shoulder with his own. "You left it too wide open. It fit right in!"

Quinn struggled, he did, staring back at her with pursed lips, sighing in defeat as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, encouraging him to say it.

"That's what he said." He mumbled , both of them snickering like immature kids. Nudging into each other as she laughed loudly, head thrown back. Proud of herself for getting him to crack.

"You're so red.." she cackled, placing the back of her palm on his blushing cheek. Quinn just letting her, eyes on the ground as he smiled shyly.

"Shut up." He muttered in amusement before changing to the next question before she could drop anymore inappropriate jokes on him while on camera.

"Okay here's one...would you ever date a hockey player?" He frowned down at the paper "that's a setup right there." He chuckled, looking over at her curiously . "You don't even know any of them."

Cherrie pulled a face at him "yes I do!" She exclaimed , offended.

Quinn pulled a disbelieving face right back at her "alright then. Who?"

"Crosby." She smugly answered "and I know of Trevor because he's always hitting me up asking me out." She told him in amusement , having always just left him on read.

This was news to Quinn , he found himself scoffing with a frown.

"Seriously? What did you say?" He wanted to know. Planning to kick the back of trevors knees out from underneath him the next time he saw him.

Cherrie giggled "nothing. I left him on read. So there's your answer ." She shrugged with a smirk "a hard no."

Quinn side eyed her for a moment then "does that just apply to Trevor or..?" He muttered , amused and a little too hopeful .

She looked at him for a second , scanning his taped up nose and shy eyes then casually shrugged again.

"Maybe. Would you date a f1 driver?" She turned it back on him smugly.

Quinn paused at that "you're the only woman there..not much of a choice." He teased her, trying to push down the fluttering feeling in his chest.

She hasn't said no.

She just smacked his knee , rolling her eyes at him with a grin. "You don't need any other choice when I'm right there. If I wasn't a driver I would be a professional pornstar baby!" She really har no filter today. Forgetting that she was on camera, enjoying joking around and telling dirty jokes with him too much to care.

This was why they never let her do press on her own usually , because she had a big, dirty mouth and couldn't shut up at all. But oh well.

Quinn gaped at her , his face bright red . "Okay! That's enough from you. Bigmouth!" He covered her giggling mouth with his hand, shaking his head in amusement.

Cherrie couldn't help herself "that's what they call me on my set." She mumbled against his palm before licking it, laughing loudly when Quinn flinched away in shock and pulled his hand away.

Quickly wiping his hand over her face while she giggled, pushing his hand away . "Stop it!"

"No you! You need to wash your mouth out with soap!" He grinned , biting down on his lip to stop the laughter from coming out . They were never gonna get the video done at this rate . He couldn't believe what a dirty mouth she had.

Cherrie just winked at him. Thinking that red was definitely his colour , it looked beautiful on his cheekbones and neck.

"Okay ..have you ever been in love?" Quinn asked her after they finally settled down and got serious again.

She didn't even need to think about it , shaking her head no. "No. Not yet. I don't even know how I would know if I did. What does love even consist of?" She wondered . Leaning a little into his side as she pondered it.

Quinn looked down at her quietly, admiring the little heart shaped freckle she had beneath her eye. He exhaled long and hard "I think- it's when you find someone you can joke around with . Someone that makes you feel comfortable and safe. Someone that you can act like a kid around again.." he quietly listed off, eyes never leaving her pretty face. Feeling the butterflies swarm his chest , fluttering their wings almost painfully against his ribs as his heart rattled.

"I think .." he hesitated before mumbling "I think it's someone that you can call a partner and your best friend." Seeing her wide eyes as she listened closely to him, he let out a quick nervous laugh. "I mean that's what I've gathered. Ya know, from the movies and books. I don't even know what I'm saying.." ne tried to wave it off .

Cherrie just shook her head with a soft smile on her face. Her eyes lingering on his as she spoke just as quietly.

"I think you might be right."

The next night , overwhelmed with sudden feelings and a racing heart whenever Quinn was near her, she found herself at a bar making friends. Drinking away the weird thoughts and the strange feelings , she felt happier than ever as she stumbled back to his apartment, bursting through the door with her usual flare of drama.

"Hola! Did you miss me? Because I would miss me!" She called out in a sing song voice , kicking off her heels as she stumbled into the front room.

Quinn quickly standing up to catch her before she could face plant onto the floor, his brows furrowing in concern as he took in her drunken state. Eyes lingering on the smudged makeup and messy hair, the smallest dress he had ever seen in his life clinging to her body.

He had spent all night worrying about where she had gone to, only to realise now that apparently she had gone club and bar hopping, all on her own just to avoid him.

He frowned even harder "you're so drunk." He muttered as he helped her over to the breakfast table in the kitchen , rolling his eyes when she refused to sit down, leaning against it instead as she watched him pull out some crackers and cheese.

"I was hoping that if I -" she hiccuped "if I drank so much then none of this would be real. That poof! I would wake up to find out that it's just a nightmare!" She giggled , swaying a little on her feet.

Quinn didn't laugh with her, instead he focused on Putting the cheese onto the crackers for her , so she didn't feel sick when she woke up.

"Am I that bad of company?" He tried to joke but it fell flat. His feelings a little hurt that she chose running off to club all night just to escape him.

Even in her drunken state, she heard the hardness in his voice and paused. Squinting her eyes over at him "no. If I could I would carry you in my pocket to Madrid with me. I just don't like it here so far away from home. I miss my family." She rambled to him honestly.

Quinn softened at that , turning around he slid the plate in front of her along with some water to drink.

Leaning against the table next to her as he watched her eat like a starving child would, gently lifting up the strap of her dress up that had fallen down her arm, fixing it for her.

"That's sweet. You really want to take me home huh?" He teased her quietly, blushing.

Cherrie just hummed , eyes on the plate in front of her. "Yeah. I told my dad that you weren't that bad, that you're kinda funny . I thought I would hate you but I don't." She told him, sounding just as surprised as he was to hear that she spoke to her dad about him.

His eyes widened in shock "you talked to your dad about me?" He couldn't believe it.

She just nodded, smiling casually up at him. "Yeah. He's gonna take you golfing with him when we go." She told him , already making plans without even telling him.

Quinn felt his heart warm, the grin nearly splitting his face as he followed her to her room, hand Hovering over her back just in case she stumbled.

"I am? Since when?" He was amused .

She pulled him into her room with her, throwing herself down onto her bed then wincing in pain "since I called him. Idiot," she rubbed at her back .

Quinn eyed her back in concern and asked her "you take the meds this morning?"

"Yeah. I have this gel for my back but they think I've got octopus hands." She giggled , nodding over to her nightstand where the tube of gel was sitting.

Quinn hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat quietly . "I could-I could help you out with it if you want." He mumbled shyly , fidgeting with his hands. Not liking to see her in pain, if he could help her then he would.

Cherrie beamed at him, pulling on some shirt cotton shorts underneath her dress before pulling the tight material off. Leaving her in the shorts and a lace bra , she laid down onto the bed on her stomach .

"Thanks q. I owe you one." She yawned, laying her head on her arms as she got comfortable , Quinn reaching over for the gel with a small nod.

He eyed her for a moment wondering which was the best way to do it before stopping himself from overthinking and just climbing onto the bed. He settled on the back of her thighs and rubbed some of the gel onto his hands, warming it up between his palms first before he hesitating again.

"Okay..." he exhaled shaky before carefully pressing his hands down on her back , gently rubbing out the knots and massaging around where the pain was.

"You okay?" He checked , laughing quietly when she just groaned and gave him a lazy thumbs up. "Okay."

Cherries eyes fluttered closed "you're so good at this. Well done." She mumbled tiredly.

Quinn flushed pink at her praise , smiling down at her back as he massaged her spine carefully, applying just the right pressure that had her squirming below him, a small moan falling from her lips at the feeling.

Quinn swallowed "thank you." He almost whispered before focusing on what he was doing. Trying to ignore the small, cute sounds she was letting out as she did so.

An hour later and he was finally done, Cherrie now laid on her back as he gently wiped off her smudged makeup with a wipe. Rolling his eyes as she kept laughing like a stubborn brat , turning her head away from him .

He held her jaw in place with his hand firmly

, then wiped the wipe over face softly to get it all

off.

Cherrie just looked up at him, admiring him. Then she reached out and gently poked the end of his nose making him flinch in shock, eyes snapping up from her cheeks to see her grinning down at him.

"You look like a boxer." She blurted out.

Quinn's brows furrowed "great. Thank you." He sarcastically replied , grabbing her hand to stop her poking at his healing nose.

Before he could feel self conscious about it, Cherrie was quick to add on once she noticed his face fall as he attempted to pull away from her.

"No!no! That's not a bad thing!" She assured him quickly "I once had a Fling with a boxer and he could hold me up against any wall with just one hand while he fucked-"

Quinn made a High pitched noise to shut her up "ah! Don't need to hear it! God!" He pulled a face , pretending to be sick. "Go to sleep loudmouth." He told her, pulling the blanket over her as he tucked her into the bed .

She pouted up at him unhappily "are you mad at me?" She asked him drunkenly , sniffling,

Alarmed, he gaped down at her for a moment . Quickly shaking his head and sat beside her on the bed.

Gently Smoothing her hair away from her face "no. I'm not." He muttered, amused by her sudden mood swing.

She sniffled again , grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles as she mumbled against them. "Good because if your mad at me then I'll get mad at you for being mad at me-"

He chuckled fondly at her, shaking his head in amusement . "Good thing I'm not mad at you then." He said.

She smiled sloppily "good thing." She repeated happily before yawning again.

"I really like your face Quinn." She suddenly told him.

He slowly got to his feet, smiling down at her as she struggled to fight off sleep. One eye on him as she yawned again.

"I like your face as well." He mumbled quietly , trying so hard not to laugh at the absurdity of all of it.

He felt like he was dreaming.

A pause. Then "just my face?"

He did laugh this time "shut up. Go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning." He told her affectionately, heart as warm as his stomach was as he headed to the door , shaking his head to himself in disbelief.

"Night Q. Dream of me!" She called sleepily after him, serious as shit,

He carefully shut the door behind him, laughing beneath his breath as he did so. "Will do." He muttered before heading to his own room to replay each moment between them in his head all night .

The next morning Cherrie awoke with a familiar feeling of regret and Nausea, cursing underneath her breath as she swore to never drink like that again.

Cringing in pain as she pulled herself up out of her bed , head in hands in shame as last nights Memories came rushing back to her like a bad dream.

Embrassment filling her as she recalled her ramblings about his Nose and telling him that she liked his pretty face , there was no way she could

Keep up her cool girl act now . Quinn had already seen too much of the real her already , how the hell was she supposed to act normal after that?

She could still feel the warmth of his hands on her skin from touching her last night, the way he had carefully massaged her back, keeping respectful and mindful of her drunken state too. Lips quirkily up as she remembered how flustered he had been to her casual compliments , acting as though nobody had ever told him something like before. It made her both sad and happy , pleased that she could be the one to let him know how good he really was .

She wasn't used to guys like Quinn , sensitive and quite. Thoughtful and kind, not a selfish bone in his body and not a bad intention in sight with her.

She was used to cocky, arrogant guys who thought that just because they were hot and rich, that women seemed to owe them something. Entilited and rude, throwing girls away like they were disposable toys when they got bored and wanted Another one instead.

It was a big reason to why she had stayed far away from love and relationships altogether , she had seen the way the guys treated their girlfriends and the way they behaved when they weren't around too.

A paddock full of cheaters and liars , it was enough to put her off men for a long time. At least she thought so.

Then stupid Quinn with his stupid cute face, and his stupid mumbles and stupid blushing cheeks , with his stupid crooked smile and stupid kind heart.

It was just so stupid. Yet there was nothing she could do about it now, she had the love bug and she felt almost sick with it as she dragged herself out of bed, guilt for making Quinn look after her drunken self making her pull out a pan and get to work.

Scrunching io her nose to herself as she stared down at the plate full of handmade pancakes in her hands , hesitating outside of his bedroom door for a moment before simply sighing in defeat.

"Fuck it. I'm fucked anyway. Might as well get fucked while I'm at it." She muttered away to herself , still dressed in only a large shirt and panties , hair a complete mess around her face . But Quinn had already seen her in worse states so..oh well.

Pushing open the door with her free hand , she walked right into his room like she owned the place. Grinning In amusement as she looked down at Quinn , his face smushed into a pillow with the covers pooling at his waist , chest bare with soft snores escaping his parted lips.

He looked like a mess, but a cute one.

Carefully placing the plate on his bedside table , she then raised herself onto of the bed till she was straddling His lap. Poking his cheek over and over again.

""Q." She sang down to him , flicking his forhead now as he let out a sleepy groan below her, frowning in his sleep as she continued to prod at him like a child wanting attention .

"Wake up mi amor. I've made you something." She told him , drum rolling her knuckles against his chin now instead .

He slowly peeled open one eye, taking a long moment to just look up at her in confusion.

Still half asleep, he croaked in amazement"am I still dreaming?" Hands coming up to lazily rest on her hips as he struggled to wake up. Humming sleepily as she brought her hand to his messy hair and gently scratched at his scalp, making him shiver like a cat.

Cherrie just laughed "depends. Dream of me often?" She cheeked, poking at the warm skin of his blushing cheek with her pointer finger. Hoping to annoy him Into waking up.

Quinn just smiled lazily , finally waking up as he realised that this really wasn't a dream and that she really was in his room, in his bed and straddling his waist in just a oversized tshirt .

He felt his heart race and stomach flood with heat, swallowing thickly.

"Some are dreams, some are nightmares." He quipped back at her with a soft smirk , twisting the tshirt at her thighs , his thumb brushing against the soft skin there with each stroke.

He then smelt something sweet and turned his head to see a plate full of syrup covered pancakes on his bedside table, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt warmth flood himself.

"You made me breakfast?" He echoed in disbelief , sitting up so he could grab the plate. Cherrie sliding off his lap to sit crossed legged in front of him instead.

She nodded sheepishly , tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I'm a great pancake maker. Think of this as an apology for looking after my drunk ass last night." She muttered , watching him practically inhale the pancake without even taking a break.

Feeling pride take over her as he groaned happily , then reaching over to squeeze her cheeks in his hand , giving her head a little shake as he grinned at her happily. Overcome with emotion for her then.

"Thank you." He simply told her , instead of adding a 'oh by the way. I love you now.' To it. Having a feeling that it might be a little too soon and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her and have her running back home to Madrid without him.

A thought occurred to him then "did you make some for yourself?" At her shaking head , he frowned unhappily .

"I had some fruit. It's for you Quinn!" She insisted while chuckling , but he was too stubborn. Just like she was .

He cut up a slice of his pancake and brought the fork up to her lips, tapping it against her mouth impatiently when she just looked back at him in amusement.

"Eat it." He said. Before impatiently shoving the fork through her lips and feeding her it himself , grinning to himself as she nearly choked , quickly chewing as she slapped at his shoulder with narrowed eyes.

He just laughed . Happy. So fucking happy that nothing else mattered.

"You kept telling me that you liked my face last night." He mumbled more to himself, but Cherrie still caught it. Still noticed the way his face flushed red at the memory.

Smirking a little, she simply shrugged . "I'm an honest woman. I think you're pretty. You don't think I'm pretty?" She wound him up. Wanting to get a rise out of him, a easy way in.

Because Cherrie wasn't normal , she didn't go about emotional things like this normally .

So she did it her own way, she fed him pancakes and then teased him, a kind of warmup to what she was going to ask him any minute now.

Quinn looked at her bed head and smudged mascara, then smiled genuinely. Shyness keeping his eyes down to his now empty plate .

"'Course I do. You know you're pretty. Well, more than pretty . I don't need to tell you that for you to know." He mumbled quietly , settling his plate aside.

Cherrie just hummed , pleased as she shuffled closer to him on the bed. "I know but it's still nice to hear."

There was a long moment of quietness between them, Cherrie just silently watching as Quinn fidgeted and looked at anything but her. Feeling those stupid feelings and stupid butterflies swarm her body, she sighed loudly.

"Quinn?"

He peered over at her shyly "yeah?"

Cherries face was calm as she bluntly asked him "do you want to have sex with me?"

Quinn choking on his spit as he gasped out a stolen breath , mouth dropping open in shock. Heart racing in his chest as he scanned her face for a lie, a joke..but all he saw was impatience and honesty ...and a little amusement too .

Cherrie raising a brow at him as he took a second too long to answer , in shock. And feeling like he was hallucinating.

"Right now?" He whispered in disbelief , swallowing audibly as she moved even closer to him. Pressing her hands to his chest and Pushing him back down to his pillows with a impatient huff.

Rolling her eyes at him with a playful grin as she leaned down to press a kiss against his ear, feeling him shiver beneath to her . His shaky hands coming up to clutch at her hips with an iron grip, dazed by the sudden turn of events.

She had made him pancakes and was now offering sex? Quinn felt like he was going to pass the fuck out. Breath hitching in his throat as she pressed open mouthed kisses across his skin, grinding down on his lap as she did so.

He moaned lowly. Yeah. Felt pretty real alright.

"Yes now. Maybe later too. And tomorrow and the next day and so on ." She muttered against his jaw , pulling back enough so she could hold his chin in her fingers , raising a brow at him mischievously. "So?"

Quinn somehow managed to hold eye contact with her , rapidly nodding his head as he let out a nervous laugh. Boxers tightening as he bucked his hips up with a small hiss , gasping a little as she bounced her ass back on him casually , all the while calmly looking down at his bright red face.

"Sounds good. Cool.. yeah-er" he stammered out , eyes glued to her smirking mouth as he felt desire raining over them. His hands slipping beneath her shirt and feeling her bare skin at his fingers , he exhaled shakily .

"Good idea." He blurted out nervously .

Then "can I have a kiss?" He mumbled shyly making Cherrie laugh loudly , shaking her head fondly at him before ducking her head down and kissing him in a way that he had only ever dreamed of.

A moan falling against her mouth as he tilted his head , nose brushing gently against her own as he deepened the kiss , her tongue kissing every inch of his mouth as she made him realise just why she was one of the most wanted women in the world.

They didn't call her 'siren hips with a golden mouth' for nothing . Quinn soon learned . The apartment filling with their moans and whimpers as she took him in her mouth , took him in her hand , took him in her dripping cunt . Just for him.

She made him see stars and taste what happiness really felt like. She made him feel free.

A few hours later and the both of them were now half dressed, still lazying about on his bed, her feet in his lap as he painted her nails black for her .

Leaning back on her elbows, dressed in a open button shirt of his. She didn't bother to do up the buttons , enjoying the way Quinn couldn't keep his eyes away from her love bitten chest .

His mouth going dry each time she laughed at his stupid jokes he mumbled to her , leaning forward to kiss her lips each time he dipped the nail polish brush back into the bottle . Using it as a excuse just to keep her close.

"Ten out of ten." She suddenly spoke up after a while of comfortable silence and soft kisses between them.

Quinn arching a brow in confusion as he moved onto painting the nails on her other foot. "For what?"

She smirked at him cheekily "ten out of ten would fuck again." She teased , rubbing the heel of her foot over his half hard bulge. Already getting hard just at the sight of her smiling at him like that, in his shirt and looking at him like he was worth it.

He breathed out a shy laugh , cheeks a permanent red now. "Yeah?"

She just hummed contently . "Yeah. I've never had a boyfriend ya know ..not a serious one always." She admitted to him , knowing exactly what she wanted now.

And one thing she knew was that she always got what she wanted in the end.

Quinn hesitated for a moment before muttering quietly to her , a hopeful look in his eyes that he couldn't hide from her .

Bashfulness taking over him despite the fact that not even half an hour ago he had his head between her thighs , and his tongue and fingers in her cunt while she screamed out in pleasure beneath him.

"Do you want one? A boyfriend I mean.." he mumbled , screwing the nail polish back on as he blew air on them to dry them quicker. Rubbing at her ankles with his hands too, anything just to keep her touch on his.

Cherrie looked at him for a long moment, titling her head as she admired his outgrown hair, messy stubble and crooked nose. Trailing down to his bare chest filled with small scars , bruises and now a trail of lovebites leading right down to his pelvis , smiling to herself smugly as she just took him in.

Nodding her head contently to herself, she knew that this was it. Her time to dance the love tango had come , she wasn't about to back out now. Not when it felt so good just to see him smile and hold her hand.

"I want you." She simply said, confident and unashamed .

Smiling at the way he laughed quietly beneath his breath , seeing the way his breath stalled in his throat , looking back at her like she was the sun, the moon and every star in the galaxy wrapped up just for him.

He swallowed "I want you too." He muttered , shuffling over to lay his head in her lap. Sliding his hand up her stomach , the other one rubbing soothing circles into her back as he pressed a soft kiss against her hipbone , then sucked a little love there too. Just because he could now.

Cherrie smirked down at him, fingers pulling his hair back as she tilted his head up to her , leaning down to kiss his mouth and seal the promise

"You're mine now Q. I'm gonna make you so incredibly satisfied and happy.."

Quinn chuckled at her confidence , cheeks heating up he knew that it was true.

Feeling his emotions ball in his throat, he simply caught her lips in another kiss and mumbled against her mouth "you're mine too."

The next week went by in a flash, the two of them filming little videos for there teams to be happy about, but mostly just spending time together. Plans were being made and kisses were being pressed against any piece of skin they could reach, some part of them always touching as they orbited around each other easily . Just like it was meant to be .

Currently they were sat crossed legged on the couch as Cherrie spread a bright green face mask over his Face gently , a pink one already on her own as they had a pamper day. Quinn unable to say no to her, instead just enjoying the feel of her hands on him as she helped him relax.

"It'll make your skin feel so soft amor." She told him softly as she took a selfie of the two of them, Quinn wearing her fluffy bunny headband so the mask didn't get into his hair. Leaning his head against her shoulder as he smiled down at their reflection on her phone , kissing her collarbone as she snapped away.

He snuggled into her side and hummed "you know, we still have three months off even when the two weeks are up." He mentioned to her not so subtly , wanting her to be the one to make the call between them.

Cherrie knew that, so at his hinting , she smirked down at him. Pressing a affectionate kiss against the side of his head as she texted her father back home, telling him the change of plans.

"I know..any plans?" She teased.

Quinn rested his head ahinst her shoulder as he watched her text her dad, biting down on his lip to try and contain his smile as he read what she had wrote to him.

'Don't have a heartattack papa but I'm bringing home a guy soon'

Her father texted back quickly : an American? Cherrie...

Quinn chuckled quietly , kissing her shoulder softly as warmth flooded his chest as he realised that she was telling her father about him. No doubt in her mind that this was the real thing.

sorry . But you'll like him , he's obsessed with me and I'm pretty sure that he's going to marry me the first chance he gets.'

As he read her response , he nudged her shoulder with a loud laugh , amused "Cherrie! I'm not obsssed-" he tried to deny but quickly trailed off when she just gave him a look. Making him sigh In defeat "okay maybe a little bit don't tell your dad that! He'll think I'm weird!" He whined.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him "he will not. He loves love. He's been rooting for me to fall in love since I was a teenager . He actually cried for me when I didn't bring home a boyfriend last Christmas, trust me. American or not, he's going to be happy that I'm not going to die alone now." She told him matter of factly.

And she was right.

The joy was evident through the phone : my heart! I am so happy for you and American boy! You bring him home and we make him better! Madrid will do his soul good!'

"See? He's like you already." She said smugly to him.

Quinn couldn't believe how accepting her father was being about this. Couldn't believe that she wanted him enough to tell her father so.

His smile couldn't get any bigger "I love you." He told her suddenly , unable to hold it back anymore.

The love at first sight thing was no joke , it came and swiped them off their feet.

One day you were sad and alone and the next you were snuggling on the couch , green face mask on with a beautiful girl telling you that she was going to bring you home with her.

Quinn felt like he was dreaming , the happiness too much for his body as he held her close and smothered the urge to put a ring on it right there and then.

He at least wanted to meet her father first , take her out on a real date. Maybe after the third one he could browse for diamonds . A lot could happen in three months and he planned on enjoying every single moment of his time with Cherrie.

His dream girl was now his girlfriend, he couldn't believe it.

There was no doubt and no hesitation in her response , no surprise or shock at him saying it. It just felt right.

So she kissed him softly and told him easily "I love you."

But Before she could pull his clothes off and show him just how much she loved him with her mouth and body, his front door burst open making them gasp in surprise.

Jack and Trevor froze as they took in the scene in front of them , his brother's mouth dropping open as he looked at Quinn. Hickeys all over his neck and a green face mask on his face , bunny ears in his hair while Cherrie Valentine straddled his lap in just his shirt .

They both laughed loudly in shock , making Quinn groan in misery as he buried his face into her neck, hiding away from the two of them. Cherrie didn't give a single shit, simply giggling as she waved at them casually .

"Hey guys." She simply said.

Jack was the first one to gasp "oh my god!" He cackled quickly walking over to them, starstruck as he looked begeeen his brother and Cherrie Valentine.

"I can't believe this! Are you- with him-" he motioned his finger between them in disbelief .

Quinn groaned again in annoyance , not removing his face from the crook of her neck as he snapped a "fuck off!" At the two of therm. Only getting ignored.

Cherrie just laughed, smiling at the two gaping guys in front of her. "Yeah. He's mine now. I'm Cherrie- nice to meet you-" she shook their hands with a smile.

Trevor snorted "I can't believe this! I mean- huggy bear of all people?" He couldn't believe it, neither of them could.

Quinn pulled his face away from her neck to glare at them. "Fuck you! Get out!" He threw a cushion at them in Annoyance, regretting not locking his door when they woke up.

He saw Jack slowly lifting his phone up to take a picture of him in his bunny headband , green face mask and hickeys and glared .

"Don't you dare!" He warned him but it was too late, Jack was already giggling as he snapped away, already sending it to the guys groupchat to let them see what Quinn had turned into.

Defeated, he sagged back down on the couch , pulling a amused Cherrie down with him, catching the way Trevor was about to open his mouth and say something stupid

He just inhaled sharply and snapped at them "not a fucking word!"

Silence.

Then Jack curiously spoke up "Cherrie?"

She hummed casually as though she wasn't laid ontop of his grumpy brother who was pulling a blanket over their heads , trying to ignoring them completely.

"Yeah?"

"Are you going back to Madrid this weekend?" He s asked her , rocking back on the heels on his feet like a kid wanting candy. Plastering a innocent smile on his face.

Cherrie laughed , already having a feeling that she knew where this was going .

"Yes I am. Quinn's coming too." She told them easily.

Quinn poked his green face out of the blanket to glare at their smiling faces "don't you dare-"

"Can we come too? You won't even know where there! It'll be like a holiday! It'll be so fun!" Jack tried to persuade her. Trevor nodding along excitedly

"Yeah man! We can get to know each other better! And I'll show you how bad Quinn is at any other sport than hockey." He joked, Quinn rolling his eyes at him with a loud groan of misery.

"Say no." He muttered to Cherrie in a whine , pleading with her.

She took no notice , too busy laughing and nodding her head yes. "Sure. You can stay a week but Quinn's staying three months so.."

Jack gasped in shock looking at his brother in disbelief. "Three months in Madrid? Seriously?!"

Quinn grinned smugly at him "that's right. I won. Fuck you." He couldn't help but rub it in, knowing that the guys were going to be jealous of him for the rest of his life now.

He couldn't believe that he was even thinking it but he was so glad that he broke his nose now , recovery time off had never been so sweet.

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