"He Ran His Hands Over Her Pale Skin"

Rule Breaker - Pt 6

max Verstappen x single mom!reader (with logan sargeant)

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warnings: cursing, minimally proofread, implied sexual situations Summary: you can start a family who will always show you love, you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own word count: 1927 auth.note: made the executive decision to not have actual smut in this fic due to multiple reasons (the main one being the thought of having smut then a scene involving a kid gives me the ick) spotify: i made a playlist

Logan was gentle. She appreciated that so much and told him so in the breathless moments spent in his arms.

He hummed, fingers tracing her back. "What do you mean?"

Y/n shifted so she could look up at him. "I don't know if I can explain it. Like… It was intense, but…"

He kept silent, fingers still tracing random patterns along her spine.

She sighed, trying to find the right words. "I just… Thank you for treating me like you care."

Logan frowned, his fingers going still. "I do care, though."

"Lo—"

"Did you think I didn't?" He sighed when she began to pull away. "Wait, no, don't."

She stopped, turning back to him at the touch of his hand to her shoulder.

"I'm not…" He let out a mirthless chuckle, his cheeks staining pink. "I'm not good at talking about my feelings. I usually prefer to just… Show it."

She closed her eyes and her mind flashed with him being nothing but kind and caring. It was what had drawn her to him, had made her want to be around him more, and had her wanting to invite him into her life. "I'm sorry," she murmured, opening her eyes.

He was smiling, that crooked half-smile that sent her heart into a silly tumble. "I care, y/n."

"I know you do. I'm sorry, Logan." She sighed, shaking her head. "I ruined pillow talk, huh?"

"You're just in your head, I get it." He was still holding her shoulder and trailed his hand down to hers. "C'mon."

Within seconds she was curled at his side, his arm around her again. His fingers resumed their earlier tracings, and she hummed, feeling content.

Cared for.

She liked that he didn't mind lying together in silence. Liked that he seemed just as content as she. Liked the quiet, the peacefulness she felt with him after that initial rush of butterflies.

His fingers danced over her back then smoothed her hair, and he hummed softly, letting out a sigh that was a balm to her weary soul.

"I care," he whispered.

"I care, too," she whispered back.

"Do you have to get back?" he asked after several moments had passed.

She thought of the texts she'd exchanged with Ellie, who'd insisted she enjoy herself. She was pretty sure her friend was more excited about the prospect of her having sex than *she* was. "No… I can stay a little longer."

"How about 'til morning?" Logan suggested.

She heard the underlying suggestion and smiled. "I'd like that."

There wasn't awkwardness. Well, a little, but he made it so easy to laugh it off. It was one reason she liked him so much, his ability to make her feel at ease. He didn't mind that she had to check in with Ellie, who reassured her that everything was fine and to enjoy herself. He didn't mind that she wanted to take a quick shower. When she stood there in his bedroom, feeling exposed and weird in a towel, he got her a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to wear.

And when they were falling asleep and she tentatively moved close, he smiled against her forehead and held her close.

She tried to sleep, tired and content as she was. But it avoided her, even after he'd drifted off, his gentle breathing warm and soft in her hair. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Something was missing. Some tiny piece that would make everything perfect.

Shifting, she tried to find a comfortable position, frowning in the darkness. Her night had been so close to perfect. He cared for her, she cared for him. He made her laugh, made her feel light and happy. He adored her son, and she knew her son worshipped the ground Logan walked on.

What, then, was missing?

*Casual* day at the factory. Max had rolled his eyes when it had been announced, thinking at the time that he wouldn't be around anyway.

But here he was, wondering what, exactly, made the day casual. Everyone was dressed as they normally were. Everyone was working. Everyone was acting as they usually did. Everyone—

"Max!"

Oh, that was something different. Grinning as Kevin ran up to him, he swept the boy up and hugged him, carrying him back towards his mother. "You helping mum work?"

Kevin giggled. "No! Here waiting."

Y/n smiled affectionately. "Ellie's picking him up in a little bit, she had a doctor's appointment."

"Everything okay?" he asked, setting Kevin down and steering him to y/n's office before he could wander off. Taking the backpack from her so she could open the door, he slung it over his shoulder.

"She's finally seeing someone about her migraines." Y/n held up her hand, showing her crossed fingers.

"I hope they can help," Max sighed, knowing her friend suffered from migraines frequently.

"Me too. I—" She cut off, glancing at the phone in her hand when it began to ring. "Gotta get this, it's about something I'm planning for Barcelona."

"Mama…"

Max recognized the tone. "I'll take him."

She smiled her thanks, answering the call and stepping further into her office.

Kevin was squirming by the time they got to the restroom. Max turned to give him privacy, frowning when he heard nothing.

"Uh-oh."

He turned, heart clenching at the heartbrokenness in the boy's voice. "Kleine maate?"

Kevin looked down and began twisting his hands anxiously. "Didn't make it."

Max's frown deepened, feeling a wave of sympathy when he saw the small puddle on the floor and heard the boy's fretful sigh. "It's alright, mate."

"Wanna be a big boy," Kevin mumbled.

Max squatted down, setting the backpack next to him and opening it to find the spare clothes he knew y/n kept for times like this. "I know, but accidents happen, yeah?"

Kevin sniffled. "Yeah."

Lifting his head, he met a pair of teary eyes and felt his throat close.

Stupid boy. I taught you better.

He swallowed, wondering how he could ever be expected to yell at a child. Especially for something like this. "Maate, listen to me."

Kevin sniffled harder, nodding.

"It's fine. You're still learning, yeah?" He spoke gently, wanting – needing – the boy to know he wasn't upset with him. And he had to know for sure. He already knew, but he had to be certain. "Your mum doesn't get mad when you have an accident does she?"

"No." Kevin rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. "But I don't like it."

"Accidents happen. Nobody likes them, but we just clean up the mess and try to do better, yeah? You think I always do things right when I'm racing?" As he spoke he mopped up the puddle then helped Kevin change out of his wet shorts.

"Yeah?" Kevin looked at him as though it were a stupid question.

"I don't. I mess up a lot. But you can't let accidents or mess ups keep you from trying."

Kevin sniffed and nodded. "Okay."

"I know you're upset with yourself, but remember that it's okay, yeah?" Max gestured to him. "It's fixed now."

Nodding again, Kevin flung his arms around Max's neck.

Max sighed, wrapping the boy in a hug and holding him close. "You're alright, hm? No harm done."

"Sorry Daddy," Kevin mumbled against his shoulder.

He froze, throat closing with emotion again. Daddy. The term, the affection needed to be called that… He closed his eyes, tightening his hold on the boy. "It's okay, kleine maate. Let's get our hands washed then back to mum, yeah?"

Daddy.

I don't have a daddy.

He helped Kevin was his hands, somehow keeping his voice normal as they chatted about the upcoming race week, even promising to pick up something Spanish for him. They made their way back to y/n's office and Max couldn't help the fond smile on his face as Kevin told his mother he'd had an accident.

"But Daddy helped," the boy finished with a bright smile.

His heart lurched up to his throat then fell to his feet as she raised her eyes to him.

"Thank you," she managed after twelve long seconds.

He knew the exact time, because he counted them. And he was sure his heart beat only four times as he waited for her words.

"No problem," he murmured, setting Kevin's backpack down.

She turned her attention back to Kevin, her tone gentle as she reassured him and promised it was okay, kissing the boy's forehead before telling him to play with his cars until Ellie got there.

Max's heart gave a weak thump as she straightened. "Y/n…"

"Later," she said, her throat working as she swallowed hard.

Later was a lot later than he'd imagined it would be. Standing outside the door of her apartment, he huffed, rubbing his hand through his hair as he hesitated. He should be on the way back to Monaco, should be focusing on the upcoming days in Barcelona, but all he could think about was the look of horror and surprise when her son had called him Daddy.

He knocked softly, knowing Kevin was probably asleep, and Ellie probably was too, and maybe even—

"Max?" Y/n's voice was incredulous as she opened the door. "What are—"

"I didn't tell him to call me that," he said in a rush.

She blinked, realization finally lighting in her eyes. "Oh. It's okay."

Okay? Okay?! It was all he'd been able to think about all evening and all she could say was it's okay?

"But it can't happen again," she was saying.

Two words fell out of his mouth without even the slightest hesitation. "Why not?"

She stared at him, eyes widening. "You're not his father, Max."

"I know that—"

"God, you're not even my—" she pressed her lips together tightly. "You're just a coworker."

If she'd pushed a blade into his heart it would have hurt less. "Y/n, please, just listen—"

"No, you listen! I can't do this back and forth anymore. One day you want to be 'professional' and the next you're inviting us into your life." Her voice wavered and he felt his breath catch in his throat. "You can't have it both ways, Max."

"It's not that simple—"

"Not everything is a giant problem that you have to analyze," she whispered.

He dragged his hand over his face. "You know what would happen if I chose…"

Light. Laughter. Little moments of joy.

He wanted to choose that. But she would hate him for doing it. For the darkness he harbored, that would eventually taint every beautiful corner of her life.

"Don't invite us in anymore," she said. And though she was looking down he knew there were tears in her eyes. Could hear them in her voice, feel them in his chest. "It's not fair to Kevin. Or to me."

"Please—" Don't go. Don't pull the only happiness I have away from me.

Except it wasn't his happiness to hold. Unless…

"Max, let me go."

He blinked and saw his hand on her arm. "Y/n…" His hand moved, and he felt her turn as he cupped her shoulder. He couldn't let her go. Not now. Not with tears in her eyes and pain in her voice. Letting her go would break something in her, and he'd never forgive himself. Releasing a shaky breath, he felt the silk of her cheek beneath his fingertips, then the velvet of her hair. "I…"

Her lips, trembling satin against his. She gasped and he tasted heaven.

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Love how she was all carefree then skipped right over angry and went all the way to Dark Souls miniboss

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Indicators :

None = fluff

* = smutty/ smut

~ = angst

<3 = favorites of mine

bold = longer works / full imagines

Charles Leclerc :

Beach Talks / Champagne Surprises

You’re Sick ( coming soon)

Baby Leclerc <3

phone call

trying to work with this man child

enemies to lovers *

Friends by Chase Atlantic (kinda *)

Victoria Secret * <3

Street racing ( feat. Arthur Leclerc ) * / fingering you in their race car *

Getting your number ( feat. Lando Norris , Carlos Sainz Jr and Pierre Gasly)

Playing piano w/ enemy Charles / Charles fucking you on top of the piano *

Going to a festival together ( kinda *)

Making sure your boy best friend knows you’re his *

breakfast in bed *

Secret relationship / towel closet

his world

high school rivals * / riding him *

Jules’s daughter

comforting you after a terrible night out <3

watching Suits for the first time

fucking you in the bathroom *

comforting him after the french gp 22 ~

meeting his family for the first time

faking an orgasm *

fuckbuddy!charles punishing you for fucking Carlos *

Taking him to your home town

Carlos Sainz Jr :

manhandling * <3

going down on you *

surprising him

punishing you *

Getting your number ( feat. Charles Leclerc , Pierre Gasly and Lando Norris )

Comforting him after a bad race ~

Aftercare

Grabbing your waist

Sleeping

Ass man *

fucking you on the balcony in heels *

secret admirer

mornings with dad!carlos

riding his thigh *

cuddling

Pierre Gasly :

vacation in Greece *

walking on the beach *

getting ready

riding a jet ski and Pierre *

jealousy *

On vacation / vacation date

Getting your number ( feat. Carlos Sainz , Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc)

Proposing to you

Getting married

Telling him you’re pregnant

Meeting for the first time / first date

anniversary

comforting blow job *

talking about kids

talking about marriage

baby names

Lando Norris :

Golf and Short Skirts *

I don’t feel safe

missing premieres

sore looser *

streams and tickles <3

fare date <3

Getting your number ( feat. Pierre Gasly , Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz)

Class trip

Horny fiancé!lando (kinda *)

Promise ring

Your first race

Washing machine

Movie night

eating crepés

baby names

Arthur Leclerc :

Laser Tag ( coming soon )

Autographs & bites

Street racing ( feat. Charles Leclerc ) ( kinda *) <3 / fingering you in their race car *

Jealous Arthur *

Date night (kinda *)

getting your period in the middle of the night

brushing your hair

baby names

hickeys * / marking him up ( kinda * )

game night w/ your family

toto’s daughter / family dinner

Oscar Piastri :

cuddling

Daniel Ricciardo :

porch swing

aftercare <3

Lewis Hamilton ( I do not write smut for him ) : closed

movie night

a couple of drivers *

comforting you during an anxiety attack

Sebastian Vettel : closed

Riding his thigh

Yuki Tsunoda ( I do not write smut for him ) : closed

morning cuddles

Scooby and Dean share a sandwich 🥪🫶

In My Heart 

Max Verstappen x Horner!Daughter!Reader

Christian Horner x daughter!reader 

Part 1 - Promise 

Warnings: FLUFFFFF (FYI Max is 26 reader is 22) 

Word count: 601 (sorry kinda short) 

I used google translate for the Dutch so sorry if it’s wrong. :)

Part 1 

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You were walking side to side next to Max, looking at the beautiful colors and the beautiful mountains that surrounded you both. You have always wanted to visit Colorado, that's why Max took you over summer break. Max and you were talking, talking about life, just talking about random things that didn't relate to racing so you both could catch a break. Max was leading the way, you just followed him and told you that he had heard about this spot and wanted to take you. That's all that he told you, you had asked him questions trying to get him to answer but he wouldn't budge, he wasn't going to tell you answers no matter how hard you tried. 

Once you had finally got to where Max was leading you, you gasped. You gasped at the beauty of it all. The water that flowed with the land, the tall and mighty green trees that have been living for longer than you and Max, the beautiful mountains, some that still had snow near the top. You couldn't believe that Max had found such beauty. 

“Max, this is…. I can't believe that this is real.” You told him. 

He was behind you, his hands on your hips and his face leaning in to be next to yours. “Only for liefde” he whispered into your ear. 

You leaned back into his touch, one hand resting on your stomach and holding his hand, the other was lying comfortably at your side. “Maxie, I love you so much.” You said while looking up at him. 

He blushed slightly at the nickname, no matter how many times you would or will say it made him blush like a little kid and smile like an idiot in love. “Love you most.” He said while slightly pulling away. This was something he had always told you.  

There was a few minutes of almost perfect silence, you both enjoying the sounds of nature around you. The flow of the water, the leaves rustling in the wind, and the breathing of each other. You felt some moving behind you, you were confused so you turned around and saw that Max was down on one knee behind you. You gasped, tears filled your eyes. Your hands quickly came over your mouth. Max smiled up at you, the biggest smile you have ever seen. 

“Liefde, you have a place in my heart no one else ever could have. When I met you for the first time you were just an annoying 18 year old. "No hate liefde.” You had laughed at that, and you couldn't agree, when you first met Max you were pretty annoying. “But liefde you have taught me many things that I didn't know before. You taught me that if you can learn to hate, you can learn to love. You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, inside and out. What I'm trying to say is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so y/n Horner will you please make me the luckiest person alive and marry me.” He asked, you could see his hand was shaking slightly, the way his eyes were starting to fill with tears. 

You couldn't say anything at first, so you nodded. “Yes, yes. I'll marry you.” You said. He quickly stood up and put the ring on your finger and kissed you. The kiss was filled with pure love and joy. You pulled away after a bit and rested your forehead on his. 

“ik hou het meest van jou.” You told him

I hope everyone enjoyed this!! Sorry it took me so long to get this done, I plan on making a part 3 to this. (That would most likely be the final part to this sires) I don't know when I plan on getting part 3 out. I hope everyone has a good morning/afternoon/evening!! It would be greatly appreciated if you like, comment and repost! Thanks - apollosdaydreams. :)

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kitty taking kitty bath in the kitty bathtub

I have always loved you

pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size reader

warnings: ANGST!! (happy ending) fluff, 18+ MINORS DNI smut (mentions of making love, nothing explicit) insecure reader (body image issues), mentions of trauma, torture, explosion, bruises, serum and drugs. Pre-serum Steve and post-serum Steve.

words: 5.9k

a/n: this is the longest fic I have written. i think i have a thing for angsty fics with happy endings. Also I love pre-serum Steve, he deserves so much appreciation. I got emotional while writing this one. To all people who have body issues, I personally know it’s not easy, remember you are all very beautiful. I really really hope you all like this one.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK

(made the moodboard and dividers)

“(Y/n)?”

the warmth, the pain, the love, all missing from her face. her stare is blank, like a person without a heart. Steve didn’t think he would ever see her again, he wanted to see her again, to talk to her, to tell her how he felt all these years, how everything seemed incomplete. But now what he sees, it seems worse than his worst nightmares, he wanted to see her but not like this. Not like this.

“Steve!” she calls out for her date who stands up for her in front some bullies. “You think you’re a hero protecting that fatso over there?” a guy laughed as he punched Steve. (Y/n) didn’t know what to do, should she just stand there or go to help Steve. “Tell me skinny boy, getting tired aren’t you?” Steve looked daringly into the eyes of the bully. He spit a little blood that occurred from the bruise near his lips. “I can do this all day”

When they reach her apartment, Steve is accompanied with bruises. He sits down and she prepares to take care of his wounds. She gently, very gently, wipes his bruises and the slightly dried blood with water and applies medicine. “Steve, I really appreciate what you did but you didn’t have to do it, I am used to being called names, I feel so bad.” Her touches are so gentle, feather like, as if she is - “Are you afraid to touch me?” Steve asks her directly. “I-I- don’t wanna hurt you” she avoids his gaze. He places his hand on hers “Is it because of how i look? is it because i am skinny?” he looks a little hurt but nothing he isn’t used to. “No Steve, it’s because I am fat, I don’t wanna hurt you in any way, you are strong, very strong, I just, I know I shouldn’t care about what people say but they say I’ll crush someone or something like that.” she feels stupid but she is insecure. even though this was officially their first date, they had met before when Bucky introduced them, she already likes him, thus she really wants this to work out. “Hey, look at me, trust me I know how it can feel to be a little different, to be someone who doesn’t fit the society’s physical beauty norms. But being different doesn’t make you any less than others, that’s what I try to believe now. you know how I still am trying to join the military even after being rejected because of my size, so in a way I am challenging society and it’s norms. I know very well I am not as strong as a buff man but I know I will work harder than anyone to serve my country.” she looks at him with awe. she is so proud to know this guy. she hesitates a lot but after a minute she quickly gives him a peck on his cheek. she looks away again and blushes a little. “I know this is just the first date but I kind of like you Steve, you’re very kind and nice and- and cute” he cups her face gently and lifts up her chin to meet his gaze. “I like you too (y/n), I honestly can’t believe someone as nice as you can like someone like me, you’re nice and so kind and pretty. You know I would have kissed you right now but unfortunately I have medicine applied on my face.” he chuckles and she laughs. They just sit there holding hands without saying anything. As if they both have found the person they were looking for, who accept them for who they are.

“Steve if you want we can lie down on my bed?” he raises his eyebrows a little and she realizes how her words can be interpreted and blushes. “No I mean - uh I mean we can talk, you have bruises and I thought you will be comfortable- oh god I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I have no other intentions- I-I should stop talking.” Steve can’t help but chuckle at her cuteness, she is adorable. “Yeah I get it, it’s okay, we can do that, I like talking to you, want to get to know you more.” They end up lying beside each other, smiling and talking almost the whole night. The sunlight outside knocking on the windows. They both look outside and realize how long they have been talking, they look at each other and start laughing again.

“Well I guess I should go now.”

“Alright”

Neither of them want this night to end, even though technically the night has ended?

“See you soon on our next date.” Steve says and (y/n) nods with a smile. Just like that they keep on meeting whenever they can, they love spending time with each other, they grow closer and closer. One night, after almost a month since they started dating, (y/n) hears a knock her door.

“Steve?” he comes in with an excited look on his face. “I got a chance, I am joining the army!!” he said with excitement and hugged her. She couldn’t help but smile at Steve’s happiness, she knows how much it means to him, even if she is scared about the whole situation. “(y/n)!! i am going to be a soldier” she smiles softly at him and tries her best to be supportive even she is nervous and scared. “well I guess your dreams came true.” he didn’t miss the hint of fear in her words and expressions. “hey it’s gonna be alright, yeah I know I am not that strong but I’ll learn so much in the army and I will become stronger.” he says as he takes her hands up to his face and plants kisses on them. she smiles as she gently kisses him. Steve blushes a little, he always does when they kiss, they haven’t really moved past kissing and Steve being a gentleman wanted to give her time before taking the next step.

“You’re stronger than you know Steve, I am just worried that you will get too carried on, you will face so many dangerous situations and after all this time I know you won’t lose the chance to jump in front of danger. So yeah I am happy and proud of you but I am also worried about you. And not to sound selfish but I will miss you a lot too.” she looks down as she says the last sentence, she still isn’t sure how much Steve’s feelings have developed but knows about hers, she is pretty serious about him. She doesn’t wanna lose him. “You don’t sound selfish honey, I understand what you are feeling, I will really miss you too and I will try to come back as soon as I can but as you said this has been my dream, to protect my country.” she nods, she respects him and his dreams, she tries to be strong for him still somehow a few treacherous tears sneakily try to fall off her eyes.

Steve wipes off the tears and plants gentle kisses all over her face which makes her cry harder. “honey, look at me. I’ll take care of myself, besides I now have someone waiting for me eh?” she smiles at that. “so when do you leave?” he informs that he has to leave in two days for more than a month. Just two days then gone for a month? her insecurities creep up rapidly. What if he forgets her during this time? she is not the most memorable person anyway, what if he meets someone better, someone prettier? Steve shakes her off her thoughts, literally.

“Anything else on your mind?” she shakes her head to say no. “Can I spend the night here doll?” she loves that nickname so much, maybe just as much as- well. “Yes please”. (Y/n) prepares dinner and Steve keeps looking at her admiringly. He will really miss this, will miss her. After having dinner they go and lie on the bed, remembering the moments of their first date, although they don’t talk much like they did on that day, they just keep holding their hands. Both wanna say so much but afraid of ruining this moment. Steve looks at her and she looks back. He leans in for a kiss. the slow and soft kiss turns passionate, unspoken words being communicated through that kiss. Steve brings her closer and deepens the kiss only pulling apart when they need to breathe. They kiss, pull apart, kiss again, pull apart again, kiss again and again. It feels like neither is ready to let go. Steve moves to kiss her neck, placing small kisses all over her jaw and neck, she traces patterns against his chest. He pauses to look up at her, she is staring at him longingly. “Do you? you want to?” he asks, she nods but a tear slips her eyes, he gently moves on top of her and kisses the tear away. he spends some time appreciating her body with his hands and lips. he softly tugs the end of her dress as if to ask for permission. “Steve, I-I am not beautiful, my body isn’t attractive you won’t like what you see.” Steve can’t imagine a kind person like her not being beautiful. “I am sure you’re beautiful doll, but it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this, there’s no rush.” they both realize suddenly that even if there’s no rush there’s very little time too, what if things go otherwise, is this their only chance? She guides him with her dress. he helps her out of her dress and undresses himself. both of them vulnerable in front of each other, bare and close, as Steve said, they defied society’s beauty norms, yet to both of them the other seemed like the most beautiful person they have ever seen. The whole night they express their feelings in the form of touches and kisses. Steve spends time in making her feel how beautiful she is. They make love in the bed they once laid down talking the whole night. It is intimate and emotional and passionate. Hands intertwined and their bodies too. Living the moment to the fullest, feeling alive after a long time, it’s like they were meant to be, this was meant to be. They live an eternity with each other this night, not wanting to let go, but they know they have to. This night seemed magical, but reality is waiting at the door. When they drift off to sleep, bodies close to each other, they hold each other, unspoken promises being made.

They kiss each other goodbye before it’s time for Steve to leave. “(Y/n), I’ll come back, wait for me okay? I will miss you, I-“ He decides it’s best to not say anything more. She will wait for him, she promises him that, no matter what.

When Steve is injected with the super soldier serum, he becomes a new person for others but he is still the same guy from Brooklyn. the news breaks out about the birth of Captain America and people start rejoicing for a new face of the country. (Y/n) sees the pictures of Steve, sees the effects of the serum, but when she sees his pictures with that smile on his face she knows no matter what he is still the guy from Brooklyn she is in love with. She loves him. Even before the world knew, she knew in her heart that he may not be a perfect soldier but he is a good man.

Captain Steven Grant Rogers soon becomes a sensation, from performing on stage to fighting Hydra bullies in the battlefield, accompanied by his best pal Bucky Barnes, who was the second one to become a super soldier. Yes after Steve, Bucky was given the serum and the two super soldiers fought many wars together. Steve was supposed to be away for one month which turned into more than four months. With all the fame and popularity, (Y/n) wonders how he must feel. So many women want to be with him, beautiful attractive women.

After four months, Steve comes back in town, they have succeeded in an important mission and are now back to celebrate. (Y/n) is so excited to meet him, all this while Steve has not been able to contact her, he was always moving from one place to another, finally she will meet him. She is nervous too, her insecurities getting the best of her. Even if Steve is the same guy she is in love with, what if Steve feels differently? He meets so many beautiful women, women who want to be with him, so what about (y/n)? will she still be beautiful to him, will he still like him? she dresses up nicely to go and meet him, trying her best to look good.

Word on the street is that the soldiers will be at a bar to celebrate. (Y/n) knows that bar, she goes to meet him. She got him a little gift, nothing expensive, just something with a personal touch, a small pouch for him to use with the letters S G R engraved.

There he is, having a drink with Bucky and his team. Even if he is all bulky now, his smile reminds (y/n) of the old days, when he used to hold her hand and flash that beautiful smile at her. He hasn’t seen her yet though, busy drinking and laughing with his friends. She giggles at the sight, she is so happy for him, they finally know his worth which she knew from the first day she got to know him. (Y/n) gradually moves closer to him with a smile on her face.

Steve turns and smiles, but not at her, he hasn’t seen her yet, he smiles at this beautiful brunette wearing a red dress and matching red lipstick. Wow she is gorgeous (y/n) thinks. He gets up to dance with her, they dance slowly but Steve maintains a distance from her, his smile seems polite but not like the one he used to flash at (y/n). (Y/n) tries her best to not think much of it. She waits. Everything is fine. She hopes. As the music stops temporarily, people start moving away from the dance floor, Steve too stops dancing and is about to move when she pulls him close and smashes her lips against his. Pull apart, pull apart, as if an alarm sets off in (y/n)’s brain. Is this really happening? To her shock, to her complete shock, Steve kisses her back, even if just for few seconds before pulling apart. He kisses her back. Is she really that big of a fool to have thought Steve will wait for her? After getting so much attention from beautiful ladies. She cannot control the tears. To make things worse Bucky notices (y/n) and calls her name.

Steve who is taking deep breaths, hears her name and with a swift movement turns to look for her.

There she is, all dressed up, her face accompanied with tears. She turns to leave, already feeling humiliated and stupid. “(Y/n)!!” he yells out. He runs to her, she runs away from him. “(Y/n) wait, please” She looks back, tears not stopping, “It’s not what you think it is, I know it looks bad, I am sorry please let me-“ he is interrupted when she raises a hand to stop him. “No Steve, I am sorry for being stupid enough to come here, to think you would still want to see me, I should have understood, so I am sorry for ruining your celebrations, please go in, have fun.” She says in between sobs. “(Y/n) no please, there is nothing going on, she is my senior in the army and I don’t know how and why she kissed me.” Is he really justifying, she saw him kissing her back, she knows how his face moves when Steve kisses, he clearly kissed her back even if for few moments. “But you kissed her back didn’t you? Don’t lie to me at least, you may not like me or care about me but at least respect me. Don’t lie.” she says and steps back when he tries to come close. “I-I am - it was a mistake, a sudden response, I am not justifying it but I am sorry- it means nothing” He tries to move close again but she steps back.

“This is goodbye Steve, or should I say Captain America? May all your dreams come true. I got this for you which probably doesn’t matter now but here, if you feel like using it.” She hands him the wrapped gift. He takes it and before he can say anything, before he can stop her, she runs as fast as she can, with a heavy broken heart. She runs and takes the first left turn into an alley. He is running after her, the gift in his hand. He reaches the alley just seconds after her but she is gone, literally gone no trace of her. He yells out her name on top of his lungs. He runs as fast as he could, but no sign of her.

Steve frantically unwraps her gift.

He finds the pouch with his initial on them, handmade. A note inside the pouch.

I am always proud of you Steve and I am happy for you. This is nothing much but I hope this pouch is useful to you somehow in your new adventures. For the world you may be Captain America, but for me you’re still my sweet Stevie. I love you, wasn’t brave enough to tell you so wrote it down.

Steve starts crying after reading that. How could he mess this up? The girl he loves the most is hurt because of him. To know she loves him too but at what cost? He reaches her home as quickly as possible but she is not there, he can see the dark windows still knocks on the door in hope, but no she is not there. He decides to come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes, still no sign of her, she is not home, her neighbors haven’t seen her, her few friends haven’t heard from her. Where is she? How can she vanish out of thin air? A week goes by, he haven’t found her. Steve and Bucky and their friends look for her but she is nowhere to be found.

“Where is she Buck?” Steve asks with tears in his eyes. “Have faith pal, we’ll find her.” They don’t find her. It’s time for them to leave for duty and they haven’t found her. She is missing, no one has heard from her. They have tried everything, took help from whoever they could to find her, still in the dark without any clue. Steve leaves for duty with a heavy heart.

When they take down the Red Skull, Steve and Bucky were on an aircraft filled with weapons to destroy cities. They realize they have to crash it somewhere in the ocean. Steve realizes this is for the best, he doesn’t even have much motivation to go back, the one who was waiting for him is no longer there, god knows where. Bucky too sees no way out and agrees with his friend to crash the aircraft. As promised, together till the end of the line.

When the two super soldiers are discovered from the ice, the world changed once again, and their world changed too. A miracle discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. They try to fit in this foreign world with the help of their new companions, who were misfits in their own ways. As years passed, the realization of losing his girl grew even stronger on Steve. (Y/n) was the love of his life, the one he hurt and disappointed, the one he lost. Oh how he wanted to go back in time and tell her he loves her. To say how much she means to him. He wanted to see her again, to talk to her, to tell her how he felt all these years, how everything seemed incomplete.

On a particular mission, Steve, Natasha and Peter team up to take down a hydra base. Peter is new to the team but a strong asset. They are almost done with the mission when something exploded. There was dust and fire. Steve looks for his teammates but cannot see them, he uses the comms to contact them but still no use.

He is running to look for them when he is shot on his shoulders from the back, he immediately covers himself with his shield and looks back the the attacker.

The attacker stands their with a gun, in full black attire and masked covering half of the face. He cannot see clearly due to the dust. The attacker fires again and he moves closer, using the shield as a guard. After some swift movements from both of them, the gun and the shield are soon discarded as they engage in a hand to hand combat. Steve can feel the punches of the attacker are meant to kill, not just hurt. He is not one to attack but rather defend. Still to knock out his opponent he throws a solid punch on the face.

His opponent loses balance for a second and the mask is broken. The broken mask now enables Steve to see the face of the attacker. Is he hallucinating? Is the gas poisonous? intoxicating? making him see the unbelievable? Before he can do anything, he is suddenly on the ground as his opponent took the chance to get on top of him and started punching him.

Is this gas so strong? He knows those eyes. That face.

“(Y/n)?”

the warmth, the pain, the love, all missing from her face. her stare is blank, like a person without a heart. Steve didn’t think he would ever see her again. But now what he sees, it seems worse than his worst nightmares, he wanted to see her but not like this. Not like this.

She keeps punching him when suddenly she is hit on the neck by Nat, hard enough to make her unconscious and not kill her. She falls on his chest. It’s her, it’s (y/n), it’s Steve’s (y/n). He knows her touch better than anything. It’s her.

“Steve are you okay?” Nat asks looking at the blood on Steve’s face and shoulder. He doesn’t say anything just keeps looking at the girl on top of him. “Peter, get her off of him and bring her with us, I’ll help Steve.” Everything seems like a faint noise to Steve, he doesn’t register anything his teammates are saying. Too busy figuring out what is going on and staring at (y/n). Only when she is being pulled apart from him by Peter that he speaks, well yells

“Stop!! Don’t hurt her.” Both of them look at Steve. “Steve?” Nat looks confused. “Did you kill her? (Y/n)? (Y/n) can you hear me?” Steve’s words are not very loud or clear, due to the bruises on his face. His teammates give each other confused looks.

“She is unconscious, not dead. Steve do you know her?” This question makes Steve hysteric as he wraps his arms around the unconscious body of (y/n) and starts crying, holding her close, too engrossed to care about the current situation. Gradually Peter and Nat help them both off the ground and Steve still doesn’t say anything to them.

When they come back to the compound, the rest of the avengers take Steve to the infirmary to help him. Bucky is already at the infirmary. Peter is about to take (y/n) away to keep her in a cell, as ordered by Nat when Steve yells again. “Where are you taking her?”

They are all confused and Bucky is taken aback by his friend’s weird behavior. “Pal, what’s wrong?” Steve starts explaining whatever happened. Bucky cannot believe it, he rushes towards the person Steve claimed to be (y/n) to check for himself. He is shocked too, cannot believe what’s happening.

“Okay enough someone tell me what’s happening.” Nat shouts and the rest of the team look at Bucky and Steve. Steve doesn’t talk, just keeps staring at (y/n). Bucky explains why they are shocked, why Steve is behaving like this and who (Y/n) is, or was.

They keep (Y/n) in a room, not a cell, though handcuffed. Since she was fighting for Hydra and attacked Steve. Even though Steve wasn’t happy with the handcuffs, after persuasion from Bucky he gave in. Tony too is shocked to see Steve like this, over these years and after the initial difference in opinion, Tony became a good friend of Steve. Sam has never seen his friend like this before neither has Nat. All of them are worried and from what they hear, all of this seems unbelievable to them.

Bruce looks after (Y/n) to bring her to her senses.

(Y/n) gradually opens her eyes and finds herself handcuffed. She doesn’t speak just tugs at her handcuffed arms. Bucky who is outside, hears the noise and the grunts and rushes in. “(Y/n)? is that you?” She shoots up her to look at the voice, conflicted emotions visible in her eyes. “Where am I? Another hydra base?” Rage visible from her voice, still probably better than that blank face.

Bucky calls for Steve and the rest of the team. Steve rushes towards (y/n). He kneels down in front of the chair she is handcuffed to. “(Y/n)? it’s me Steve!” She looks at him with doubt and without surety. Must be some cheap trick of Hydra, after all these years of constant torture and brain washing, who knows what these monsters are capable of. (y/n) doesn’t say anything just keeps on tugging at the handcuffs. “It’s me (y/n)! don’t you remember me, it’s Steve, your Stevie” she laughs dryly at this, she won’t lie though, after all these years, this face, this name, this person in front of her definitely takes her back to those days. Is her brain betraying her again? Well she can’t be blamed after being a Hydra controlled puppet all this time.

As much as she remembers after being brainwashed so many times, she doesn’t even know how she is conscious now, is this some new drug? she hardly feels controlled anymore, even the pain has dulled down. Are these her memories or someone else’s she wonders. “Well that’s where you are wrong, whoever you are, Steve was never mine.” she almost spits. Steve is taken aback by those words. Is that how she feels? “Steve, she was asking if this a hydra base” Bucky informs, Steve doesn’t know how to react, the worst possibilities of what may have happened racing through his mind.

“Wait,” he says as he runs out of the room and comes back with the pouch she gave him. “Do you remember this? You gave it to me, the night I- the night I messed up, the night you vanished, the night I saw you for the last time.” Tears about to escape from Steve’s eyes. She looks at the pouch, realization strikes her, the few memories she has intact are the ones of Steve, even after Hydra has tried to remove that from her brain, this is the pouch she gave him. She looks up from the pouch and looks at the blue eyed man. Her lips quivering.

“Steve?” He nods frantically. He hugs her. “Remove these handcuffs now” he says after pulling apart. “Steve she maybe lying, we can’t trust her, we don’t know if this is a trick, she maybe dangerous.” Nat says, always the tactful one. “No, she won’t hurt me. You won’t hurt me would you doll?” The nickname still fresh in her mind. But she doesn’t trust herself or others, neither can she promise of not hurting anyone. “I don’t know, I don’t know what I am capable of, what Hydra is capable of.” she starts crying when Steve reaches up to wipe off her tears. “I remember hearing the news once, when Hydra thought I was under control but I wasn’t, for a brief moment, I remember hearing you and Bucky went into the ice and came back, I didn’t trust the news though, I stopped trusting anything and everything a long time ago.”

When (y/n) is composed and decides to trust these people and they too think she can be helpful, she is brought to a sitting area, where all the avengers sit down, Steve beside her, and asks her about everything.

“That night, the night I last time saw Steve was the night I was taken. I remember running away from him and going into an alley. I saw a shadowy person coming at me and after that blank.” She informs, looking at the ground. “When I came back to my senses, I saw the foreign environment and that I was trapped, I was tied up. I started screaming.” She goes on about how some people came in who she had never seen before, they told her she has been abducted and that they will gave her meaningless life a new purpose.

“Close to Captain America aren’t you? well let’s see what information you can give us about him.” She remembers one of them had asked. (Y/n) was told by Hydra that they had observed her since they got to know about Steve becoming Captain America and her little connection with him. They thought she can be an asset hence they took her.

After Red Skull went down they had to relocate everything. Since Captain America had died for the world, they realized (y/n) was completely useless to them. But at cruel times even useless beings can become useful “They tested different serums and drugs on me, I mostly used to stay drugged except for a few times when they needed my true consciousness.” She was trained, tortured, brain washed, the serums somehow didn’t change her physically, which the Hydra superiors were impressed with, her not so impressive body made her almost invisible in front of people. Who will believe that someone who appears as useless as her can be an assassin? They realized even if she cannot become a good assassin she can always be a good test subject, rather test object.

The different serums and drugs have miraculously kept her young and alive, she has been treated as a lab rat. Whenever she was conscious she tries to fight, or escape. No use. She never agreed to do anything for them unless she was mind controlled by Hydra.

Steve cannot imagine the pain and trauma she must have gone through. He wanted to see her again but not at this cost. He gently holds her hand, like he used to before.

“(Y/n) I don’t know what to say, if only I didn’t mess up that day, if only I ran faster after you, I am sorry, for everything.” The team decides it’s best to give them some space. (Y/n) has already given them some information regarding whatever she has discovered about Hydra all this while, she wants to help them in whatever way possible, Hydra has ruined many lives, she wants it to end.

“Hydra abducting me was not your fault.” Steve looks at her.

“You-you said I was never yours, why?”

“Were you?”

“(Y/n) I still am. I have always been yours, I have always loved you. I love you! I was stupid I didn’t say how I felt before but I should have, I wish I could go back to that night and change what happened but it’s not possible, forgive me please, please, I love you, I have missed you every moment, I wished everyday to see you, talk to you, but now that you are here, now that I see you like this, I feel terrible, disgusted and sad, you deserved nothing but love. Even if I am not directly at fault, Hydra took you to get information about me, so yes it is my fault I couldn’t protect you, couldn’t protect the person who means everything to me.”

(Y/n) too cannot believe she is here with Steve again, it feels like a dream, a dream she has seen many times, but this is real. (Y/n) has always loved Steve, still does but now she is scarred both physically and mentally, if she was a misfit in the society before she is even worse now. She suddenly notices his bruised face.

“Your face is bruised and your shoulder, did I?” Steve interrupts her. “Don’t, don’t do that to yourself.” They both have tears in their eyes. She touches his face gently, as always, still afraid she will hurt him, and now she actually has, even if unintentionally. “I am sorry, I wasn’t myself.” Steve nods. “To be honest, I wasn’t myself too, neither on that night when I messed everything up, nor after you were gone, I don’t think I was my real self. Besides I became so focused on being Captain America that I forgot about Steve Rogers to some extent. You were one of the few people who appreciated that little guy from Brooklyn.”

“I still do, Captain. I still appreciate that guy, I’m still in love with that guy.” Steve didn’t waste any time and pulled her in a kiss. She doesn’t remember the last time she receive any form of affection, the kiss made her feel alive, the kiss made him feel alive.

“Wait your face is bruised, you’re hurt” she says pulling apart. “Like on our first date huh?” Steve asks with a smile on his face. She smiles back.

“Can you forgive me?”

“I guess I can.”

“Can you trust me again?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think I can trust myself, I don’t know what they have done with me, I don’t know if I can become my old self again.”

Steve holds her hand tightly. “How about we deal with it together? How about we heal ourselves together?” (y/n) nods and puts her head on his shoulder. They don’t talk, just sit like that, hand in hand.

After sometime Tony comes and finds them sitting together, he is happy to see his friend smiling. He calls the rest of the team. They all find the couple sitting quietly enjoying each other’s company. Bucky has tears in his eyes, his friend is happy again after what feels like an eternity. Nat smiles looking at Steve, so does Sam. The team is happy to finally see their Captain at peace.

Tony clears his throat. “Sorry to interrupt the moment but let’s all have some food. Miss (Y/n) I have arranged a room for you, take some rest after dinner.”

Tony has arranged the room just beside Steve’s. That room has always been empty, maybe it was waiting for her? Just like Steve?

“I love you (y/n)”

“I love you Steve”

They confess their love once again, while walking up to their rooms, hand in hand.

“Good night doll, just call me if you need anything okay?”

“Steve you want to lie down on my bed? We can talk, just talk, I have no other intentions” she says with a smile, remembering their first date. Steve kisses her and they get inside the room without breaking the kiss. “Oh but I do have other intentions doll” he says with a smirk and closes the door.

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°. — summary ( lando will always deal with your dramatics . . . because even so early in the morning he finds you adorable )

°. — details ( g; fluff, humor ig?. w; none really, a little talk of readers boobs. wc; 1.9k )

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You let out an annoyed sigh as you laced your fingers across your midsection and on top of your duvet, your thumbs absentmindedly tapping against each other. Your eyes darted to the right to see that he still hasn't moved at all, no reaction from him as he slept peacefully next to you, the sun that shone through your white curtains illuminating his face so beautifully. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked away from him and back up at your ceiling, a small huff leaving your lips. You continued to tap your thumbs against each other for a few more moments only to abruptly stop as an even louder sigh left your lips. You quickly turn your head to face him when you hear the familiar sound of the blankets shift, and a grumpy frown comes across your face when you see him snuggle into his pillow, instead of waking up and asking you what's wrong like you expected him to do. 

The more you stared at your oblivious and sleeping boyfriend, the more annoyed you got. His beautiful brown curls were all over the place ⸺ a physical testimony to how he can't stay still even in bed. Those beautiful curls that girl had the nerve to run her hands through. His cheek was squished against your baby pink pillow, soft breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. The same lips that smiled down at the girl and kissed her forehead . . . you couldn't believe it when you saw it. 

Well to clarify  . . . you didn't see it. You dreamt it . . . But that's not the point! 

You looked away from your sleeping boyfriend and to your left where your bedside table was, your pink cloud alarm clock showed that it was 7 in the morning. You and lando both refused to be up so early on days off like today, but while your boyfriend was sleeping peacefully ⸺ you couldn't find yourself being able to go back to sleep after the dream you had. 

You rolled over on your side facing lando and leaned up on your elbow, you still had a grumpy frown on your lips as you stared down at him. You had to stop yourself from bringing your hand down and softly brush his curls out of his face and remind yourself that you were in fact upset with him. How could you not be after what he did? 

You used your free hand and moved it towards him, pulling the blanket down from covering his shoulder before poking him right in the ribs. Your first poke got no reaction since it was too soft, so your second one was much harder and the only reaction you got was a groan leaving his parted lips and him moving to lay fully on his stomach instead of laying on his side. You ignored the awe you wanted to let out when he does that adorable nose scrunch as he snuggles deeper into your pillows. 

“Lando” you hissed his name but the only reaction you got from him was him turning his head away from you, a dramatic and offended gasp leaving your lips at the action. You glare at the back of his hand and fully sit up. You bring your finger up to his shoulder blade and his cotton t-shirt did nothing to protect him from the feeling of your relentless poking. 

“Darling if you poke me again” Lando grumbled groggily as he lifted his head up from the pillow and turned to face you, his eyes were barely open and he had a red hue and a few line marks from your pillow on his face, all signs of having a great sleep ⸺ a great sleep you interrupted, any other morning you would have felt bed . . . but today was not one of them. 

“You're what?. . . going to cheat on me again?” 

“What?” Lando choked on his own spit, his tone filled with confusion and grogginess. He pushed himself up on his elbows, the movement causing the blanket to fully fall off his back and you to feel a cold chill on your bare thighs; your sleep shorts not helping against the morning chill. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and turned his head to look at you, his eyes narrowed “What on earth are you talking about ⸺ are you feeling sick? Because you are talking mad” 

You slapped his hand away from your forehead that he was trying to feel for a fever and glared at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What's sick is what you let her do . . . would you stop staring at my tits!” You trailed off into a shout once you noticed your boyfriend's eyes staring down at your white lace camisole covered chest. 

You gasped dramatically and pulled the pillow out from under his elbows and used it to cover your chest “I bet you couldn't keep your eyes off her tits! Could you?” your tone was accusatory, and your grumpy frown turns into a sad one at the thought, you held the pillow tightly to your chest for some comfort. Lando loved your boobs . . . it hurt to think that he was staring at someone else's. 

“Darling, i have no idea who this she is” Lando said as he moved to sit up, his fingers in air quotes as he says ‘she’. Lando moves closer to you and gently pulls down the pillow you stuffed your face in and continues speaking, your words had chased away any ounce of tiredness in his body “But i can assure you, that your boobs, your wonderful boobs may i add, are the only ones i stare at.”

“You cheated on me, i am not going to fall for your sweet words lando” 

“When did I cheat on you hmm?” Lando questioned you, tilting his head with a hum. He knew for a fact that he has never and will never cheat on you, so he was confused and concerned why you were passionate that he did. You were too upset to notice the concern in your boyfriend's tone and you were quick to answer him “In my dream! You let her run her hands through your hair and down your chest and then you had the nerve to kiss her forehead!” 

“Wait wait wait . . . your dream?” Lando cut your rant off, a look of disbelief on his face from your words. This was all because of your dream? Lando thought. And even though Lando felt the tiniest of annoyance from being woken up so early, he couldn't help but find the situation and the way you were acting . . . adorable. “Yes, my dream, keep up lan!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance and lando let himself relax back in bed, laying back down and pulling you down with him. You reluctantly let yourself lay on your side, facing him. 

“You're annoyed with me?” Lando muttered as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at his girlfriend, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. 

“Clearly” 

“For something that I did in your dream?” He had to stop himself from smiling when he asked you, he didn't know why it was so attractive to see you jealous about a dream. You noticed his lips twitching up into a smile for a few seconds before falling into his resting face. A dramatic scoff leaves your lips, and you are quick to turn your back to him, upset that he wasn't taking this seriously. 

Lando smiles and scoots closer behind you, sliding his arm around your waist and resting it under the pillow you were still holding against your chest, using his strength to pull you back snug against him. You wanted to complain and push him off, but you couldn't help but let yourself sink and relax in his warm embrace. Lando who was still leaning up on his elbow looks down at your side profile as he speaks softly “I’m sorry i did that darling, dream me is very stupid it seems.” 

“But that was just a dream because I promise you, you are the only girl I want. The only girl whose tits I want and do look at” Lando leaned down as he trailed off into a whisper, your breath hitching when you felt his warm breath against your neck as he whispers in your ear. Lando slipped his hand under your camisole and softly traced random shapes on your stomach as he continued to whisper “The only forehead i want to kiss is yours.” 

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling at your boyfriend's words, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing his sweet talking was in fact working. Lando moves his hand out from under your top and softly places two of his fingers on your jaw, gently using them to tilt your face towards him. Lando has a small pout on his very kissable lips as he looks down at you “Baby please don't be mad at me because dream me is an idiot, you know I’d never do that to you.” 

“You're right . . . you are an idiot” you whispered back with a small nod as you adjusted your body to lay on your back. You lifted your hand to brush back some of Lando's messy curls from his face as he looked down at you. Lando's eyes fluttered closed for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair before he opened them and looked down at you with a big smile “You mean dream me, right?” 

You shrugged playfully, the corner of your lips tilting up into a cheeky smile. Lando gasped dramatically, faking shock and hurt at your words. You thought he was going to bring his hand to dramatically put over his heart like your dramatic boyfriend has done before, when you saw him move it from your chin, but instead he rests it on the pillow right next to your head; caging you in between his body and the bed. 

You locked eyes with your boyfriend and before you could question why he was smirking down at you like that, he was leaning down and leaving a big smooch on your cheek. He quickly moved to your other cheek, then he littered kisses all over your face. Making sure that he kissed every inch of your beautiful face. “Eww lan morning breath” you whined out as you tried to cover your face with your hands, worried that he would smell your breath. 

“My girl thinks I’d cheat on her with some random girl from the club ⸺ morning breath is the last thing on my mind right now” Lando whispered as he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip before moving it up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. You smile softly as you hear him say ‘my girl’. You whisper with an embarrassed sigh as you think back on the morning you two have shared “I've been pretty dramatic haven't I?” 

“You're so adorable you know that right?” Lando grinned, completely ignoring your question. Yes, you were, but he wouldn't change anything about you at all. He wouldn't change anything about this morning. Because he woke up with you by his side. You smile and bite your lip, absentmindedly fidgeting with the bottom of Lando's shirt “Mind telling me that again?” 

“I promise to tell you that every day for the rest of our lives.” 

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