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goldenlikedayl1ght · 4 months

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false god - m. murdock

a/n: sorry if this is bad i did my best because i have been thinking about him a lot warnings: cursing, smut, cunninglus (reader recieving), exhibition (kind of?) matt has an oral fixation, praise, premarital activites, reader is deaf and uses hearing aids but it's only mentioned once, if i missed any let me know! word count: 1.8k summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. pairing: matt x fem!reader now playing: false god - taylor swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips"

When the devil finally proposed to you, he did it amongst flames and darkness.

…

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as dramatic as that.

Matt had proposed to you in the empty office of Nelson, Murdock & Page where you had met, with the lights turned down and candles lighting up the air around you. It was romantic, just as the two of you deserved.

Planning took a long time, too, with flowers, dresses and food taking over your every thought.

But now, all of that was done. There was nothing to be worried about anymore, as you and Matt specifically requested that if anything were to go wrong, Foggy and Karen would take care of it the best they could and not alarm the two of you unless someone was either dying or threatening to kill you.

So, in less than twenty-four hours, you would be Mrs. Matt Murdock, doomed to a life of lawyer jargon and patching up wounds, with no way out. The thought made you giddy.

The ceremony was going to be held at the church, but the pair of you had moved in with each other a long time ago, so it felt weird to try and avoid each other the night before the wedding and the morning in your own apartment. So, you and your future husband, as well as your small wedding party, had booked a few rooms in a hotel near the church.

You both had your respective ‘last hurrah’ a few weeks prior, so there was really nothing to do after the rehearsal dinner other than head to your room and relax, waiting for your alarm to go off to start getting ready.

You had decided to take it easy, enjoying a glass of wine after what you deemed to be an ‘everything’ shower, taking all the necessary precautions to feel like your best self on your wedding day. You had even bought yourself a nice silk pajama set, white, just like your rehearsal dress, and just like your wedding dress.

Your wedding dress hung freshly steamed in the closet of the hotel room, your shoes placed neatly beneath it. Your jewelry and accessories were laid out neatly on the dresser across from the bed. Your wedding ring sat in a box, inscribed with your husband’s name on it. He sat next to it, your name in braille on the inside of the ring.

In the morning, your mom, your sister, Karen, Marci and the woman who had been doing your hair and makeup for every major life event would be there, coffee in Karen’s hands, as your soon to be husband and his best friend got ready together, reminiscing on how they had landed themselves here.

Everything was perfectly set in place. Your job now was to just get married, and really, how hard could that be?

So, with your wine, you tuck yourself into bed with full intentions of getting a good night’s rest in your silky bridal pajamas.

Except, your job was almost done. There were no more seating arrangements to make, no one else to chase after for an RSVP, no more fittings, and no more menus to create to adhere to you and your soon to be husband’s particular tastes.

So, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t stressed at all.. Which left you with one conclusion:

You missed Matt.

You had seen him a few hours ago for the rehearsal dinner, but you were suddenly left with the conclusion that you were aching for the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Before you realized what you were doing, you were calling him.

On the second ring, he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi. Everything’s great.”

A pause.

“Okay, do you want to talk about anything..?”

“There’s nothing else to do, Matty!” You’re out of bed and pacing now. “I’m stress free, and I can’t even be with you!”

You hear his laugh from the other side of the line, and it makes your heart flutter.

“We have the rest of our lives to spend the night together, baby.” He must have had a drink or two like you, because ‘baby’ is his tipsy nickname for you.

“I know, but I miss you now. And I’m hungry.” You tell him.

“Do you want to come over, order room service, and make out?” He grins. “You just have to leave before midnight, it’s bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding.”

You’re putting on your slippers when you pause and consider this for a minute.

“Matt, You’re blind.”

“And you’re deaf, don’t forget your hearing aids, baby.”

“How drunk are you right now? How would I be talking to you if I didn’t have them in right now?” You question.

A pause.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” His voice is softer now, and before you know it, you’re out the door and walking down the hallway.

He opens the door before you can knock, because of all the men in New York, you’ve landed the one with heightened abilities.

“Hi.” You grin, but he doesn’t respond. He simply leans down and picks you up bridal style, much to your objection. He kicks the door behind him closed before he carries you to the bed. He lays you down on it, finding himself on top of you.

“Silk?” He asks gently, his hand on your side.

“Mhm. Bridal pajamas.” You giggle. He just grins and leans in to kiss you. He pulls away from the kiss only to move to your jaw, and then down your neck. “Matthew, I want to order room service, I’m starved!”

His hands find their way underneath your top, his fingers beginning to creep up your skin.

“Me too. Been planning so much, I’ve hardly had the chance to be with you.. To touch you like this.”

You hum softly, but then your stomach rumbles loudly. So, when He lands on his knees in front of you and pulls you forward so that his head is between your thighs, he takes a second to lean over, searching for the room service menu before handing it to you, as well as the phone.

“What looks good, baby?” He asks, leaning his cheek against your thigh. Your pajama bottoms are shorts, so his warm cheek is a sharp contrast to your skin.

“What are you up to, Murdock?” You ask suspiciously, sitting up to look at the menu.

“Nothing, what kind of desserts do they have on there?”

What a weird, secretive man your future husband is.

“Uh, they have a crème brulee, apple pie, angel cake with chocolate ganache frosting—”

“Oo, can you order me one of those?” he asks, starting to kiss your thighs. Your face flushes.

“Sure, But I’m also gonna order the chocolate covered strawberries and the brownie al a mode—”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He hums, “You just have to order it for me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, but you go to dial the number for room service.

The woman on the other end of the phone is very nice.

As she begins to talk, Matt listens in, but mainly focuses on pulling down your shorts and panties, kissing along your thighs.

Your free hand goes to his hair to try and keep him from eating you out while you order room service, but he is a persistent man.

His lips meet your clit first, and he listens as you gasp, trying to finish the order that he had so kindly requested you to make. His tongue meets your folds, finally satiating the hunger he had for weeks leading up to this.

Your fingers grip his hair, only making him quicken his pace.

“Can I also get uhm—” You can barely think straight. “The uh, Fuck—” Matt’s nose rubs against your clit, his tongue moving at a devastating pace.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The woman on the other line asks.

“Yeah, Sorry, stubbed my toe on the dresser,” You explain. Matt grins from his place between your thighs. His tongue drags up and down, as if he’s licking every inch of you, like maybe he’ll never be able to taste you again. “The angel cake, can we get two slices of that?” You ask, your fiancé’s pace increasing.

“Yeah, of course. Anything else?”

Matt takes only a moment to stop his assault on your pussy, to add, “The strawberries, baby,” before continuing to lap his tongue against your wet heat.

“The chocolate covered strawberries, and that’s it,” You finish.

“Alright, we have the brownie, the strawberries, and the cake..” She finishes. “What room?”

“Two twenty six,” You tell her. You roll your hips up to try and get more from Matt, but one hand leaves his grip on your thigh to hold your hips down. He knows you’re close, he always knows.

“Oh, are you the bride for tomorrow?” She asks.

This god damn wedding.

“Mhm,” You manage out, biting your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning.

“Congratulations!” She chirps, “Consider the room service complimentary, then,” She gifts.

“Thank you, very much.” You hum.

Matt stops his assault again.

“Ask her how long,” and then he’s back to tasting you, relentlessly.

“How long?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Should only be about ten, fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, thank you,” You say again, your grip on Matt’s hair tightening as you edge closer to your orgasm.

“Of course! Have a very happy wedding day!” And with that, she hangs up, and you toss the phone in the general direction of the machine.

“I’m gonna kill you,” You tell Matt, who stops quickly.

“Do you want to kill me, or do you want me to make you cum?” He asks. He looks really pretty between your thighs.

“Please, Matty..” You give in, and he smirks.

“That’s my good girl.” And he continues to suck your clit, edging you closer and closer. His pace quickens, somehow even more. You let out a soft moan that sounds like absolute heaven to Matt’s ears.

Your thighs are starting to shake because you’re so damn close. Matt keeps his licks consistent, waiting for your release. Your fingers tug on his hair, as you moan, finally hitting your release. He lets you ride out your high, licking all your cum up, making sure to suck up every last drop.

“So sweet and so good for me..” he hums, planting a soft kiss to your clit before pulling away, licking his lips.

“You’re such a dick..” You giggle.

He laughs, kissing your thigh.

“Did so well for me, Sweetheart..” He hums, leaning up to give you a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he slips your shorts back on, and looks like he has a new idea. “Ten to fifteen minutes, huh?”

“Mhm..” You’re just looking at him with such adoration.

“We could probably put that pretty mouth to good use while we wait, right?”

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lnfours · 5 months

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false god | l.n

summary: we might just get away with it.

warnings: based off of ‘false god’ by taylor swift, brothers best friend!lando, fewtrell!reader, mutual pining, sexual themes, this stupidly hot outfit bc he always looks good in black. also this is kind of trash but i really wanted to get something out for you guys 😩

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the rain was pattering hard against the window in your room, but it was simply background noise as you played music softly from your computer. you hummed quietly to the song playing, your pencil scratching against the notepad before the soft ping let you know you had gotten a text.

lando

you still awake?

you grabbed your phone, unlocking it and typing back.

yea, why? can’t sleep?

a couple of seconds later your phone lit up again, a new message from him appearing on your lockscreen.

yea, still jet lagged.

wanna watch a movie or something? max and p went on a date and left me all alone 😩

you chuckled, typing back a response.

pretty sure that’s the point of a date 🤔

but sure, doors open

he disliked the first message, which made you chuckle before you heard footsteps echo down the hallway. your door creaked open, the brunette joining you on your bed as you closed your notebook. you pushed the things to the side, tossing him the tv remote.

“your pick this time.”

“i thought i picked last time?” he said, hand resting behind his head as the other grabbed the remote. you looked over at him now, the black shirt hugging his muscles perfectly, the black jeans showing off his thighs and the red backwards hat was about to send you into cardiac arrest.

it was a bad idea to look over at him, especially when the crush you’ve had on him had only worsened over the past day or so, just like it did every time he was here.

“mm, no,” you said, “i picked that scary movie last time, remember?”

“oh yeah, the only reason you picked it was because of that hot dude.”

you scoffed, “no!”

he sent you a smirk, “yeah, okay,”

you rolled your eyes and motioned to the tv, “just pick a movie, i’m gonna go make some popcorn. want anything?”

he twisted his lips in thought while you stood up. his eyes traveled over your figure as you put the stuff on your desk, the thin pajama shorts hugging your curves, the oversized hoodie falling down a little bit to return back to the tops of your thighs, you just looked so good to him right now. you always do, but right now especially.

he was quick to look away from your body, eyes meeting yours as you spun around, “just a water, please.”

you nodded, exiting the room and he let go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. he wasn’t sure when it had happened, but every time he saw you recently, his chest got tight. he wasn’t supposed to feel this way about his best friends sister, she was off limits. especially to him.

he was lost in thought until the microwave beeping in the kitchen echoed and pulled him out of it, reminding himself that he still had to pick a movie. he scrolled through netflix, settling on one he had seen before but knew you’d like.

you handed him his water, which he thanked you for before you plopped down on the bed. you put the popcorn in the middle of you two before starting the movie.

at some point the popcorn had been moved to the floor, the two of you getting closer and closer without really realizing until his finger bumped against your pinky. you sucked in a shaky breath, waiting to see if he would move it. he did the same, looking down to see if you were going to pull away.

when you didn’t, he made the next move and wrapped his pinky around yours. you didn’t want to make it obvious that you weren’t looking at the movie, but you really wanted to glance over at him.

he did it for you, though, turning and looking at you before bringing a hand up to your jaw, turning your head to look at him. you almost folded, right then and there. your heart beating out of your chest and everything was happening so quickly.

but when you met his soft eyes, glowing in the light of the small lamp you had kept on and the light from the tv, all the nerves washed away, “lando,”

his voice was quiet as he softly pulled away, “sorry, i.. uh, i don’t know-“

you shook your head, grabbing his hand and putting it back on your cheek, “no, it’s okay.”

he nodded, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips quickly, having a mental debate with himself on wether or not he should take it a step further.

you took matters into your own hands, though. readjusting as you got closer. he watched you intently, his eyes locked on every move, the movie on the tv long forgotten about as the two of you breathed out. his green eyes were piercing right into yours. he leaned in a little closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i shouldn’t want to,” he breathed softly, “but i really want to kiss you.”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “maybe you should.”

“it would ruin everything,”

“not if he doesn’t find out.” you were inches apart now, his hands on your hips as you hovered over him. your heart felt like it was going to bust through your rib cage and it was all you could hear as the room fell silent.

it didn’t last long as his voice broke through the tension, “fuck it.”

he nudged your nose with his, meeting your lips in a kiss that sent tingles down your spine. you kissed him back, letting his hands grip you a little tighter as his tongue licked against your bottom lip.

the kiss carried on for a while, neither one of you wanting to pull away when he rolled the both of you over so now he was the one hovering over your frame. his necklace dangled above your chest, lips moving from yours as they peppered kisses against the base of your throat.

“fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, “‘ve wanted this for so long.”

you hummed back, fingers running through the curls on the back of his neck, breathing out a soft, “me too.”

you brought one hand down his spine, gripping at the hem of his shirt as you tugged it up, revealing the soft skin of his back. he understood what you were saying with your movements, pulling the material over his head and tossing it to the floor.

once he turned back to you, it was your turn to have his hands ride up the sweatshirt you were wearing, his fingers soft against your skin. you giggled when he accidentally moved over your ribs, a smirk spreading across his face.

“you’re still ticklish there?”

you nodded, “unfortunately.”

“good to know,” he was definitely going to keep that in mind.

his lips met yours again as he kissed you sweetly, which turned hungry in a matter of a few minutes as he helped you out of the sweatshirt.

however, the sound of the front door closing made the two of you jump apart, lando pausing his movements as he froze above you.

“we’re back!”

“shit,” you mumbled, the footsteps nearing your door as the two of you separated. you pulled the first article of clothing you could find over your head.

“just hide in here till he goes away.” you mumbled, shoving lando towards the closet. he chuckled, but opened the door anyway.

“i like being your little secret,” he teased, “we should do this more often.”

you rolled your eyes, “shut up!”

you closed the door before he could speak again, flopping back on the bed before your bedroom door opened. you looked towards your brother, a soft smile on your face as he held up the container for you.

“brought you back dinner.”

“thanks, you can just put it on the desk.”

he nodded, walking into your room before eyeing you down, “you alright? your hairs a mess and you look frazzled.”

you nodded, smoothing your hair over with your palms, “‘m good, just woke up from a nap.”

he nodded, now his eyes falling to the shirt you were wearing, “is that lando’s shirt?”

you nearly choked, but looked down at the material you had thrown on. sure enough, it was the shirt lando had thrown on the floor a mere ten minutes before your brother rudely interrupted.

“huh, guess so,” you tried to play it cool, “guess it got mixed up in my laundry. just kinda grabbed it earlier.”

he nodded, sending you a look which made it look like he wasn’t totally buying what you were saying, “okay..” you licked your lips nervously, “p and i are gonna watch a movie, you can join if you want.”

you nodded, “yeah, i’ll think about it.”

“oh, is lando home?” max asked, “i had something to ask him.”

he spun on his heels, turning towards the door, but you cut him off before he could investigate himself, “nah, i think he went out.”

your brother nodded, “damn, alright. just let me know if you wanna watch the movie.”

you nodded, “i will, thanks.”

he closed the door behind him on the way out, lando soon opening the closet door quietly to leave the closet. you smirked when his eyes met yours, the two of you breaking out into quiet laughter as he joined you back on the bed.

“you div! you took my shirt instead of your hoodie?”

you laughed softly, “i’m sorry! i grabbed the first thing i could find.”

he smiled, hovering back over you, “you look better in it, anyway.”

“you know where it looks even better?” your arms were slung around his neck now.

“where?” his smile was still on his face.

“the floor,”

he laughed softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, “mind reminding me?”

you hummed, “i guess i could show you.”

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norris-lando · 8 months

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false god

Lando Norris x reader

summary: in which after every fight comes the makeup sex

inspired by the song False God by Taylor Swift

warnings: smut, mentions of fighting

author's note: this is pretty much just smut without a real a plot. I hope you enjoy reading, and please let me know your thoughts :)

word count: 1.5k

we were crazy to think, crazy to think this could work, remember how I said I'd die for you?

You and Lando were never afraid to say what was on your mind and it often lead to quite loud fights. Screaming at each other, slamming doors, dishes flying around and breaking. It wasn't something you were proud of.

However, no matter how much you fought, you loved each other unconditionally. It was hell when you fought but heaven when you we'rent fighting. And though all the fighting was taking a toll on your relationship, there was always a positive side to it.

The makeup sex was out of this world. With angry words turning to screams of pleasure.

Maybe you were crazy. Thinking it would be okay to fight every other day but you didn't care. Sometimes all you cared about was the sex.

You couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. Maybe it was the way Lando pinned you against the wall. His breath hot against your skin as he whispered in your ear.

I can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town, I'm New York City, I still do it for you, babe

"You know, I really hate when you're like this. I can't stand it," he'd say, referring to your behavior during your fights.

His hands would be all over you, teasing, making you beg for it. He'd always start running circles on your stomach. And then he'd painfully slowly move a few inches closer to your waist, often playing with the fabric of whatever pants you were wearing.

You'd try your best but always failed not to give in to the feelings. At one point or another, you'd always let out a whimper that was filled with need. The need to feel his hands on your clit, the need to feel his dick pulsating inside your dripping pussy.

And always, without a fail, whenever you'd make any sound or movement that would reveal your neediness, Lando would smirk. He'd feel proud seeing how he made you feel. And he would have to give it his all not to give into the feeling too soon. Last thing he wanted was to give you the satisfaction of him buckling under pressure.

"Please, Lando," you'd whimper in the hopes of him giving up.

but we might just get away with it, religions in your lips even if it's a false god, we'd still worship

You'd buckle your hips, you'd tangle your hands in his hair to pull him closer to you. You'd kiss him hard and passionately, not allowing the either of you a moments rest until you were almost out of breath completely.

A groan would escape Lando's throat as he'd pull away from you. Sometimes, you'd let your hands make their way away from his hair and down towards Lando's growing erection.

Quickly, however, Lando would put an end to whatever it would be that you would try. Shaking his head, he'd say, "What do you think you're doing?"

He'd proof to you he was the leader. That he was the one who called the shots.

"We can stop this thing right here and right now," the taunt echoing in your ears. "Unless you can play nice."

There it was again. The smirk. It held so much power over you it was ridiculous.

You hated it but you had no other choice but play by Lando's rules. So, for now you kept your hands to yourself and let Lando do whatever he wanted with your body.

He'd start pulling your pants lower to make way so his hand could slip into your panties. Lando's fingers burning with each touch.

His hand would rest on your clit for what felt like an eternity. He'd keep his eyes locked on yours. Lando loved seeing the pain in your eyes when he didn't immediately give you what you wanted. Sometimes he'd even stop there and leave you hanging with a need only he could fill.

But more often than not, his fingers started to slowly move around. First, just playing with your sensitive clitoris. Pressing down ever so slightly, he'd make circles as the tip of his finger would tease the entrance of your pussy, feeling just how wet you were.

Moans would escape and your back would arch against whatever surface you were on. Your head thrown back, you could feel Lando's lips attack your neck. He loved leaving wet kisses everywhere. He loved having you a whimpering mess under his touch.

He'd continue teasing your pussy with his fingers while his other hand would sometimes rest on your neck. And with each movement you'd make, Lando's grip would tighten. Denying you air, making you feel lightheaded and causing the feeling to be that more intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want," he'd say. His voice raspy and dark.

Yours, however, would be barely above a whisper as you tried to get the words out.

"I want- I want you to fuck me."

Lando hummed proudly. "Good girl," he would praise you before he rammed two fingers inside you.

we might just get away with it, the altar is my hips, even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love

You could feel how his digits curled up inside you, moving back and forth and bringing you closer and closer to your climax with each movement. At the same time, Lando could feel you get wetter every second. He'd enjoy hearing you whimper and moan under his touch.

"You like that, huh," he'd say as he continued on.

Sometimes he'd make you cum on his fingers, other times he'd stop just before you could ride out your high. But your personal favorite had to be when he used his tongue along side his fingers.

Lando would slow down the movements his hands were making, never stopping completely as he would lower himself so that he was facing your crotch. He'd pull - or rip - your panties off, saying something about how they were always in the way.

You could feel his hot breathe on your pussy as he would take his time first admiring the look in front of him. You'd whimper and beg and moan. You would always try to do something to get his lips to close the gap sooner.

And when he would finally crash his mouth on your clit, you'd let out a loud scream of pleasure. You could feel Lando's voice vibrate against your skin, intensifying the satisfaction.

He'd usually continue working on you with his fingers and mouth long enough for you to cum. After which he'd lick his fingers clean, tasting every last bit of your juices.

You would left a panting mess, every breath getting caught up in your throat.

But it wouldn't matter to Lando. He'd pick you up and lay you down you on the bed or the couch - or even on the kitchen table. Any surface would do during moments like this.

Lando would usually give you a moment to rest but just enough so that you could catch your breath. After that, he'd get right back to work. He'd rip off your clothes, giving you kisses whilst doing so. He would let you pull his shirt off of his back but he'd usually rush to take his pants off himself.

Sometimes, you'd take his dick in your mouth. Gagging as the tip of it would hit the back of your throat, saliva dripping from the corners of your lips. Lando would praise you, tell you you were a good girl and how well you were taking his dick.

He'd let himself fall off your mouth before he could cum. He wanted to be inside you when he did that. To feel your wet walls pulsating around him.

Lando would position himself at your entrance. He'd tease your folds with the head of his dick and usually you'd yet again beg for him to just push it in, to fuck you until it was too painful to walk.

Lando would always be happy to comply. He'd usually start off slow. Barely moving his hips back and forth before he'd grow tired of waiting. He loved hearing you scream his name so he'd usually fasten his pace soon.

It wouldn't take long before the two of you were moaning and panting. Sweat dripping as Lando would hold himself on top of you with his arms pushing into the surface underneath him.

And almost always, you'd reach your high at the same time. You could feel Lando's load shooting inside you, just as he could feel your walls clenching around him. The two of you collapsing next to each other afterwards.

Sometimes in those moments, right after the sex, you couldn't help but wonder what had led you to have such a heated argument yet again. It was like you had wandered off an invisible path. But you were more than thankful that each time you seemed to find a way back. Maybe it was blind faith all along guiding you.

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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Taylor Swift l The Collection

this is the masterlist for a series of one shots, scenarios that have come up while listening to different Taylor Swifts albums, with different drivers from the grid <3

Back to December l Charles Leclerc

and I think about summer, all the beautiful times, I watched you laughing from the passenger side.

summary: she cursed herself every day for being scared of falling for him, because he wasn't afraid of loving her.

You Belong With Me l George Russell

if you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me.

summary: she had the worst luck because her best friend was a serial dater, but she knows him better than any of his girlfriends, and she needs him to know.

august l Lando Norris

wanting was enough, for me it was enough.

summary: every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. his friends whispered that he had been so in love just a couple of weeks ago and now he was holding hands with someone else. but she didn't care.

Enchanted l Lance Stroll

this night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home

summary: forced small talk, tiny pieces of fancy finger food, and long flutes of champagne, but after they saw each other... small talk became a little bigger, laughter falling a bit more freely.

Ours l Max Verstappen

so don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine.

summary: he was always in the eye of the hurricane; some days because of his talents, others because of his character, but it didn't matter when he got home and walked holding her hand.

Girl At Home l Daniel Ricciardo

don't look at me, you got a girl at home and everybody knows that.

summary: she knew he had someone back in Australia waiting for him. but she was so far away, and he needed to be comforted, now.

Begin Again l Pierre Gasly

he didn't like it when I wore high heels, but I do.

summary: she was used to the bare minimum, maybe even a little less than that. and then he came in, waiting for her to order first during their first date.

Long Live l Esteban Ocon

of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for right now.

summary: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend, gave her the silent treatment, he called her out during race weekends, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets. (actress!reader)

False God l Carlos Sainz Jr.

but we might just get away with it.

summary: it was just the third race of the calendar when he walked inside her hotel room, telling her that they could try it... and HR would never know.

Speak Now l Max Verstappen

fond gestures are exchanged, and the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march.

summary: His mind was spinning. Get up, sit down! Speak up, shut up! You already lost her, you broke up with her! Nobody would've guessed everything that was going on inside Max's head as he watched her put on her white dress.

Sparks Fly l Charles Leclerc

give me something that will haunt me when you're not around

summary: she liked telling people that she was done with love, but shit... his green eyes made her want to jump into his arms and love him to the best of her ability.

Happiness l Charles Leclerc

there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you.

summary: they were going to be fine, relationships come to an end eventually... but he was focused on his job, and she was watching him through the screen.

illicit affairs l Carlos Sainz Jr.

and you know damn well, for you I'd ruin myself.

summary: it wasn't fair that he made her fall in love with him, not when he took her heart for granted and his heart started beating for some other girl.

#charles leclerc x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #max verstappen x reader #esteban ocon x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lance stroll x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc imagine #daniel ricciardo imagine #max verstappen imagine #esteban ocon imagine #carlos sainz imagine #lance stroll imagine #george russell x reader #george russell imagine #lando norris imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagine

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pdflayn · 2 months

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I HAVE A CONFESSION (2.2k)

charles leclerc x max verstappen ! one-shot

summary: charles leclerc, born and raised in monaco, a mama's boy, raised to worship the man in the cross who saved us from all our sins. and then there's max verstappen, a man who believes nothing but himself and also a good friend of charles and his family. a man who also made charles crumble into pieces by a mere touch.

warnings: (a bit of) smut under the cut ! mentions of alcohol, religion and beliefs, charles is not a racer in this fic, mention of cigarettes.

note: heavily inspired by false god by taylor swift ! for the past few weeks i have been completely obsessed with it and lestappen are my victims with this brainrot of mine.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

It has only been 30 minutes since Charles sat down but it felt like years, it wasn’t always like this. His mind is clouded and distracted. Distracted with the question of who he worships. Is it the man in the cross? Or is it the man who pinned him against the wall of his bedroom last night?

“Charles! We’re over here!” Max screamed, hoping his voice could be heard against the wild crowd of Monaco’s finest club. It was obvious that the Monegasque did not hear his words, Charles was still wandering amongst the crowd, seeking for familiar faces. Max stood up from his seat, telling the rest of their friends he’ll just get Charles from the crowd.

It was loud. All that can be heard is the upbeat sounds coming from the blasting speakers and chatters of random people kissing each other’s faces. But Charles heard something more than the noise, he heard something calm. “There you are, Charlie.”

He felt Max’s hand wrapped around his arm with a smile in his mouth. He can smell the alcohol in his breath, that’s how close they are. He’s not sure if it’s a right feeling knowing damn well he didn’t have a drop of alcohol yet in his system. His heart was racing, his breathing paced with anticipation. “You’re the last one we’re waiting for at the table, let’s go?” Charles could only reply with a nod. His heart is in sync with the beats from the speakers.

"My god, will they ever stop playing Taylor Swift and start playing proper club songs?" Lando asked irritably while holding a beer in his hand. The rest of the group agreed and laughed. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed another bottle of beer as soon as he finished his first. He was annoyed, unable to sit still. He couldn't forget the warmth of Max's touch from a few minutes ago. They are very close friends, having been together since they were kids. But his touch from a moment ago felt different. His stare, his smile, it all felt different for the Monegasque. It wasn’t right, what he was feeling wasn’t right and the blue and red lights from the club hitting the godly face of the Dutch was not helping at all.

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

“That’s your third beer already, you haven’t been here for a while. You good, Leclerc?” Max asked when he noticed Charles grabbing another bottle. Charles replied with a chuckle, “I’m good, this beer just tastes good.”

“Anyone wanna go to the dance floor?” Carlos asked excitedly, holding a beer in his hand and in the other is in Lando’s waist. I wonder what it feels to have Max’s arm wrapped around me, Charles asked in his mind. Quickly tapping himself out of his sinful curiosity. Soon enough the table was empty, it was only Charles left.

Charles and Max. In the same table. Drinking the same beer. Blank stares.

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

Max chugged his bottle of beer and opened a new one. There was an unusual grin on his face. It was only the two of them at the table.

“You know, we actually didn’t think you were gonna come. You were never really the club type of person, Charlie.” Max uttered, trying to break the ice between the two of them. Ever since Max pursued his passion in racing, the only conversations he had with Charles was the good morning’s and good night’s along with the hi’s and hello’s whenever they saw each other in the streets of their homes.

“There wasn’t anything left to do at home so I decided to stop by. It’s not the usual crowd I like but there’s nothing to lose anyway. Plus, it’s free beer, Max. Who says no to that?” Charles leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair, hoping it could ease the tension between him and Max’s stare. He is intimidated, but deep down he loves it. Max noticed Charles’ continuous movements. Charles kept running a hand through his hair, chugging his beer once after every ten seconds, and licking his lips. Max knew it was all because of him. It was an obvious answer, it was only the two of them.

We'd still worship this love

“How’s your racing career? Maman always bothers me with the remote, asking me to switch to the channel that shows your race.” It was true. Charles’ mother loves Max dearly and treats him like his own son as well. They would always watch Max’s races especially when he’s free from work. “I’ve been winning races, I think you already know since you watch me drive.”

Charles chuckled, “I do.”

“Do you still serve at the church?” Max asked when he noticed a glimmer from Charles’ chest when the light struck him. Charles held his small cross and shook his head, “I haven’t been able to serve the church for a while now. I’ve been… busy.”

Max couldn’t help but raise a brow with his response. The religious boy missing church, it’s like hearing about the diligent student cutting classes. He thought to himself as he saw Charles hiding his cross inside his shirt.

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

“Charles,” Max called, earning a small hum from Charles. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Charles smiled and nodded. Charles knew he needed to be somewhere quieter, Max knew the younger was already overwhelmed with the loud crowd. Charles was no stranger to Max, he knew him more than one could ever imagine.

Charles took one last sip from his beer and stood to follow Max leaving the club. They sat down in the cold ground of the parking lot, disregarding the thought that there were nearby benches under the trees blowing cold winds. It was awfully quiet, opposite to when they were inside.

“Do you smoke?” Max asked while holding a stick of cigarette in his hand. Charles shook his head and watched as the older lit up the stick and blew smoke from his mouth. Charles never liked the smell of cigarettes, that’s why he didn’t know why he’s suddenly okay with Max smoking. At some point, he might even want Max to blow smoke in his face. “You’re so quiet, Charles. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t know what to say. How could he say that it’s him who’s been bothering him since the moment he laid his hand on his arm without making it awkward? “I’m okay, it’s just a bit cold and I have nothing to say since nothing eventful has happened recently.”

“Then what’s keeping you busy to skip church? You’re one of the most religious people I’ve ever met.” Max asked in a curious tone. Charles didn’t know how to answer that question as well. He’s not himself lately, only Max noticed.

“Max,” Charles called. “Hmm?” Max responded.

“Why don’t you believe in religion?” Charles noticed how Max subtly froze from his sudden question.

“What’s with the sudden question about faith and religion, Charlie?” Max chuckled. Charles was already about to speak again, probably to take back his question but Max spoke first. “I wasn’t exactly raised in a religious family like you. My father is almost never home, my mother is also an atheist, and my sister, well, she’s the religious one in our family but we were never really close. No one really guided me in the religious part in life. And besides, I find comfort in what I can see and understand.”

“But still,” Charles started. “Don’t you feel lost at times?”

Max smiled, “I’d rather be lost than have an unknown entity dictate what’s right and wrong for me.”

“It’s not about dictating what’s right and wrong, it’s more like a guide from what’s right and wrong.” frustration was evident from Charles' voice along with his furrowed forehead. Max dropped his stick and stepped on it to kill the light. He gripped Charles’s arm and made him look at him. He felt the younger flinch within his touch.

“Charles, what’s wrong? Be honest with me, Charlie.” Max placed both of his hands on Charles' shoulder, closing the gap between them. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes. “Max, I-”

“¡Hijos de puta, qué feo su comportamiento!” Both Charles and Max immediately distanced themselves from each other, seeing their friends getting kicked out of the bar, wasted as fuck.

“Ready to go home?” Charles snapped out of his thoughts when his mama tapped his shoulder. The mass had already ended and he didn’t even notice. “I’ll start the car, wait for me in front of the chapel so you wouldn’t need to walk back to the parking lot.” Charles said with a smile as he stood up and made his way outside the chapel. The thing is, he's not headed to the parking lot.

Tipsy. They were both tipsy from all the alcohol they drank. Especially since they decided to continue drinking at Lando’s house after being kicked out of the club. Everyone was already wasted. Charles wanted to be wasted too, but his very high tolerance in alcohol is not helping him. He wanted to drown his thoughts. His sinful thoughts of Max. He keeps on having flashbacks of how Max gripped him and how he sounded when he asked him the simplest question he couldn’t answer.

“That’s enough, Charlie.” Max said as he snatched the beer from Charles hand and moved away all the cans of beer left. Charles groaned, he wanted more. He forcefully grabbed the canned beer in Max’s hand which ended in the worst way possible.

“Fuck!” Max screamed in shock as the cold liquid drenched his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Max stood up and threw the can of beer in the nearest trash bin. Meanwhile, Charles ran a hand through his hair and left a frustrated groan before standing up and leaving the room.

“Charles,” Max called but to his dismay, Charles ignored him and went outside despite also being drenched with the cold beer.

“Charles, what’s wrong? C’mon mate, speak up-”

“For fuck’s sake, leave me alone Max!” Charles snapped. “Everything is wrong! It all started being wrong the moment you came back for good. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, Max. This is so fucking wrong!”

“Cha-”

“Man is created for a woman, a man is not created for another man. I can’t have these kinds of feelings towards you, Max. I can’t. My faith tells me it's wrong, but my heart... my heart is betraying everything I thought I knew.”

Max froze from where he stood. He didn’t exactly know how to react knowing that the person he craves also craves for him but forbids himself because it’s against his religion. So he stepped forward, taking the risk, placing his lips against the lips he craves for.

A slap echoed in Max’s ears. He felt a sting in his cheek as he once again froze from Charles’ actions. “Max,” Charles was supposed to touch the cheek but was stopped by Max’s tight grip on his wrist. Max’s jaws clenched, still feeling the sting from Charles’ slap as he dragged the younger inside to a vacant room.

“Max, I’m sorry.” Charles’ kept on trying to remove his wrist from Max’s grip, “You’re hurting me, Max!”

Charles was dizzy from the alcohol but it wasn't enough to knock him senseless. He was aware of where he was. He was aware of Max's intentions. He knew why he heard the door locked. And he knew damn well it's turning the both of them on.

“It’s funny how it's forbidden for a man to crave a man because your Jesus said so. But isn't your Jesus also a man?” Max whispered in Charles’ ear. Pinning both of his hands on top of his head while the other hand rests on Charles' waist, gripping it from time to time. “And you people worship him so badly, craving for his attention.”

Max stepped an inch closer to Charles, closing the gap between them. Not even air could pass through them. Charles groaned at the friction caused by their hips touching. Max thrusted into Charles' clothed self, making the younger moan and close his eyes. Max placed his free hand on Charles’ chin, making him look up. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

“Look at you, even your eyes crave for me, schatje.” Max buried his head on the younger’s neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks. He can feel his pants getting tighter every time he would hear Charles whimpering against his touch. “Already such a fucking mess for me, sweet one?”

Max freed the younger's hands from being pinned against the wall and slid it down his pants. Charles’ hands immediately found its way to Max’s hair, tugging a handful as he felt Max’s cold hand against his cock.

“You’ve been worshipping the same man for years now, Charlie. Would you go to hell if you'd worship another? Let's say, me?”

“Father, I have something to confess.”

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 6 months

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Ivy | chapter fourteenth

listen to: False God - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

warning: infidelity. violence. blood. for this chapter is mostly grief.

word count: 2.1k

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The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows over your batter body. The blood on your hands had dried by now, as well as the tears in your eyes as you drove through the narrow grey road. With no helmet on, you finally feel like you can breathe as your mind plays over and over again a collection of the last twenty-four hours.

Rooster’s bloody lip, Jake’s blood on his face. The way they looked at you and everyone looked at you as you exited the base with blood dripping from your body. How you’d brushed off Jake as he tried to talk to you after the exercise, how you’d undressed willingly to Bradley, how you didn’t tell him you were his. Jake’s face when Bradley told him you’d slept together, Bradley’s face as Jake told him you’d been together for five months.

You barely realize you need to stop before you go farther than you intend to. You hear the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Summer was slowly slipping away; it ended for you when Jake and you had broken things off, though. Your heart weighs heavy as you walk on the grass; a part of you wants to keep pulling away from this.

You hadn’t been there in a while.

You’d visited only once since you’d come back.

“Hey, Dad,” you start softly, your voice quivering. Kneeling, you brush away the fallen leaves, clearing a space to sit beside the cold stone. You trace your fingers over the engraved name, the memories of him flooding back.

Thomas ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

1959-2022

You wonder what you can say; your heart feels so heavy as you watch the tombstone. A constant ache that you had never indeed addressed.

“I really wish you were here right now,” Tears well up in your eyes as you continue. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I feel like I’m messing everything up,”

You pause for a moment, watching his name expectantly. I wish you could feel him, hoping he could send you a sign. You need him here, you’ve fucked up everything, and now you’re entirely alone. You’re alone because he left you so, so soon. He isn’t there. He will never be able to make it right. You broke everything, and there’s no way to make it right.

Suddenly, grief overwhelms you. Your shoulders shake with the weight of your emotions, and your tears fall freely, splashing onto the grass beneath you.

“I don’t know what to do, Dad,” you admit through your sobs. “I’m angry at myself for letting it get this bad, I’m angry at you for never allowing me to look beyond what you wanted, I’m angry for,” you stop yourself. It is useless to blame anyone but yourself; it is your fault. Silence lingers for a second. “I should’ve been happy with just Rooster, right?”

You stare at the stone as you bite your inner cheek.

“Right?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. Deep down, you know it can’t be the truth; you’re lying to yourself and him. It can’t be true because you know that being as happy as you were with Jake meant that it wasn’t a mistake.

“I don’t know how to make it better, and now we will go to a death trap together, and,” you take a sigh, attempting to calm down the way your chest aches. “If I choose one, I lose the other,”

Defeated, you sit next to the stone, your back to one of the sides while you try to stop crying. The lump in your throat doesn’t surrender until a while has gone by. The memories of Ice flood back, a bittersweet montage of all the lessons he taught you, the compilation of them in your mind. To find clarity, you go back to those moments. You go back to what you learned, hoping to find an answer.

Tears well up in your eyes as you recall Ice’s voice. A lesson you learned when you started to fly with him, you can feel him. In one of those times, he let you take control of the flight when you were barely a teenager, one of those airplanes he’d gotten just to teach his kids, which mostly ended up being just you.

“Don’t let anything get in between you’re flying,” he’d told you during that sunset after you’d made a wrong turn. “Nothing gets between you and this plane. No fear, no tears, no one, and nothing. You and your wingman have to get home safe before and above anything,”

When you open your eyes, leaning drowsily back against the stone even further. You can finally breathe as you make your decision. You want it to stop; you want to put a pause on your life, on the decision, and you are hurting—they're hurting. You want to save their lives and know you’ll put them in more danger if you don’t stop.

“Dad,” you murmur as you turn to the rock, secretly hoping to see him beside you. “I wish you were here,”

You can feel him; you can imagine him nodding in understanding; you wipe away the few tears in your cheeks before standing from the grave.

You don’t arrive at your house until the twilight of the day casts a warm, golden glow that bathes your body in a soft, ethereal light. That is how Jake’s eyes fall on you; you seem so small. You have looked like that for Jake since this morning. The first time Jake had seen you like that was after you’d told him about kissing Rooster, then when he’d broken up with you. Before, it wasn’t feasible for Jake to see you in another light that wasn’t strong and decided, confident in yourself.

You curated yourself so well in front of everyone before, he’d come to realize. No one is close enough ever to see the cracks. He wondered as your eyes fell on him if it was indeed a privilege to see you this torn apart. It didn’t feel like it, not when he could see your swollen nose and the dried blood on your body, eyes bloodshot from crying so much; he knew it well. It felt like even less when your eyes darted to the other side of the door, where Bradley was standing.

They’d managed to get themselves to the nursery before they continued to tear themselves apart. Still, while Bradley was getting the stitches to his busted lip and Jake was getting checked to see if his nose was not effectively broken, they were biting each other’s heads off with insults and allegations.

It wasn’t Jake’s proudest moment; the regret of letting you go alone in such a state was also eating him alive.

At least until now, you don’t seem as broken anymore.

Bradley notices it first, though. Perhaps because he has known you since he could remember, maybe it is because he also knew his uncle Ice like the back of his hands, he is not quite sure. But he is confident that, for him, it is pretty obvious that you’ve made a decision.

You know he’s aware of it too, the way the corner of his eyes wrinkles, even with all the bruising, you can see it too. His face was etched with concern and anticipation, then something worse, fear. Jake’s anxiety doesn’t scale up until you speak.

“Will you come inside?”

The words come from you reasonably soft, but they pick it up immediately. The determination is unwavering. You are resolved. Neither Jake nor Bradley, who’d been pushing for an answer in the morning, were ready for you to have decided it that fast. The tension in the air is palpable as you open the doorstep into the room. The sun’s dying rays paint long shadows on the floor.

Jake and Bradley suddenly are apprehensive about entering the place. Holding out at the other side of the threshold as you take off your shoes and look for clothes, you cringe as you watch your jacket and shoes from the day before on the misarranged couch. Quickly, you rearrange everything as well as you can while waiting for them to come in. You hope Jake doesn’t notice, but he does.

He can’t stop following you with his gaze.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” You ask them without looking, effectively avoiding Jake’s unwavering gaze.

Bradley’s frustration is suddenly palpable as he watches how nonchalant you’ve turned after all this. “You’ve chosen,” he says as he enters the room.

It is strange how much can change in 24 hours. Yesterday, barely at the same time, he thought he was getting you back. Now, nothing can be farther from the truth.

“I have,”

Jake clenches his jaw as he expectantly waits for you to say Bradley’s name. He wouldn’t be surprised. He knows he was never the good guy; he knows he has played dirty before, trying to force you to decide. He isn’t the good guy you would’ve wanted. For a second, he lets himself think that he might be able to be happy for you and him.

“I’m not choosing either of you,”

“You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not,” you state firmly. Bradley’s frustration is evident, but you press on, your gaze steady as you continue. “I’ve thought about this long and hard, and I refuse to let my emotions control my decisions. It’s not fair to any of us, and it’s time to put an end to this,”

Bradley’s voice takes on a skeptical tone. “How are you putting an end if you are not making a choice?” he scoffs.

Your eyes dart to him, the tan skin and his caramel hair. You know him so well that you can trace the wrinkles in his forehead by memory now that he’s frowning. It seems unfair to him; how could it not? He had you this morning, in a bed, in his arms. An illusion.

“We are going to get ourselves killed if we continue down this path,” you answer back firmly, your chest heavy as you watch Jake and then Bradley. “Nothing is more important than trusting each other, and we have less than a month to do so.”

Bradley persists, his frustration simmering. “You’re using the mission as—”

“—an excuse,” Jake’s voice suddenly interjects firmly. You snap your head towards him as you watch him softly. There’s nothing in those sea-foam eyes that can tell you what he’s thinking.

You counter, “It isn’t an excuse. I’m doing what’s best for the sake of your well-being, for our well-being, for the team. I am not choosing either, and that’s my decision.”

Bradley’s brows furrow. “You’ll have to pick a wingman.”

You bite your inner cheek as you lean against the marble table where Jake and you’d spend so many nights together. Him cooking, you reading. Conversations always ran long. If it wasn’t conversations that ran long, it was kisses.

“Maverick’s going to be my wingman,” you state softly, without looking at them, avoiding their reaction.

“What?” they bark at the same time. The disbelief is palpable.

“I’ve called him. You are better off without me, and you’ve done this exercise with each other. Neither Cain nor Simpson want to see me interacting with either of you in the sky anyway,” you try to sound as reasonable as you can, but there’s no hiding that you’d also convinced Maverick of the choice.

Bradley persists, “But we’ve been—”

“The decision was taken,” you interrupt firmly. “The mission is first, and I’m taking my emotions out of the equation, and that’s it,”

Bradley’s mouth opens for a moment and then closes. He stares at you wide-eyed, with utter shock at your words. There wasn’t a day where he wouldn’t think to fly without you before, not being your wingman but putting him together with Jake; even after everything, it feels too much like a betrayal.

“You’re running away from them,” Jake speaks suddenly.

Your eyes dart to him. There’s a feeling of betrayal in his words. It wasn’t a lie. Part of you knew it was the wisest decision, but it was a decision where you would’ve been let off as quickly as you could, without hurting the other one, without letting the other one go on a mission with a broken heart. You were washing your hands from this mess.

“I’m not,” you retort. Your heart was racing, your voice suddenly turning strange and hoarse.

The effect those sea foam eyes have on you is not fair. You feel naked now under them. You twisted yourself in so many ways for them, for them to keep looking at you like they used to.

“And after the mission?” Bradley’s voice breaks whatever thoughts you had on Jake.

You look down. Not wanting to answer because you wished that there wasn’t a timeline, that this could be suspended in the air, your eternal wish.

Jake’s eyes linger with yours; he knows it already.

“She’ll have to choose after the mission,” he says softly. Already too aware of what was coming.

“You’ll have to choose then after the mission,” Bradley agrees, lingering heat from the previous events from the night before still simmering in his chest, all that anger turning into harsher words.

“If we don’t die first,” Jake replies. It’s barely a whisper, but all of you get it.

If you come back. If all of you come back. That word always taunting you, now you couldn’t look at either of you anymore.

“Let’s worry about not dying first. I want to shower now. Can you please go?” you say, avoiding their gaze.

Jake’s the first to leave; you know his steps by now. You don’t need to see him; he doesn’t need to see you to know you’re both defeated. Bradley, though, lingers in the sun for a moment. He wants to say it almost involuntarily, always waiting for more information, always expecting you to confide in him.

Now, you seem as cold as Ice was.

“You know you’re making a choice here, right?” Bradley insists as he decides to leave; you raise your head to watch him. “Not choosing is a choice. Choices have consequences too, Brat.”

an: Honestly I am so thankful to anyone who is still reading this. I am so excited for the next few chapters we are only missing five and I really want to end this by the end of this month. thank you all for still keeping up with this I know I've been flaky and I am sorry! everything hasn't really been easy but your comments light up my days.

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drewsbuzzcut · 6 months

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So Scarlet

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes blurb

warnings: alcohol consumption and them both being shirtless

Dallas’ hands are holding onto Nick’s cheeks, her lips glued to his. The soft hums coming from the both of them pairs well with the rhythm of Taylor Swift’s ‘False God’ playing.

Nick pulls Dallas closer to him, his hands splayed over the small of her back as she straddles him. He plays with the hem of his shirt that she’s wearing, his fingertips gliding over her bare skin. Her entire body breaks out in goosebumps even though his hands are nothing but warm. His tongue flicks at her bottom lip, slowly pushing into her mouth. Dallas reluctantly pulls away, biting her lip as she watches Nick’s face contort in bliss. His eyes are closed and his chest heaves, but he’s never looked so beautiful. She pulls off her shirt, revealing her bare chest. A deep red settles on Nick’s cheeks, his flush spreading down his chest. She slightly tugs the chain around his neck, pulling his lips back to hers.

They sit there on her bed for a while, making out and talking while indulging in a bottle of red wine. Each time Dallas pulls away from their kiss, he chases after her lips and she thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Dallas reaches for the bottle of wine, taking small sips as Nick starts to kiss her neck down to her chest. They both may be shirtless, but their actions aren’t just sexual. They’re intimate and comforting after the long week they’ve had.

After her last sip, she leans more into his body, chest to chest and starts kissing him again. She nibbles at his lip, sucking a very faint bruise on his bottom lip. She eventually moves her kisses to the side of his face where his scar resides, paying extra attention to the raised skin. Her hands roam the expanse of his abdomen, her nails digging into his skin. Angry red lines being left behind that will earn him chirps in the locker room, he doesn’t care, though.

Now, it’s his turn to pull away. Dallas leans her forehead on his collarbones, hands still resting on his stomach. He brings his hands to card through her hair, pushing it out of her face. She finally looks at him, grinning with her eyes glazed over.

“I love your lips,” she whispers.

He looks down, suddenly growing shy, so he hides his face in her neck.

“Don’t hide. In all seriousness, though, your lips are so perfect. They’re full and they get so red when we kiss, or when you kiss all over my body. They get red when you bite on them when you’re nervous. You’re so perfect, Nicky baby,” she tells him, her eyes boring into his.

He doesn’t say anything, only smiling in response. He pulls her against his chest, rearranging their bodies so that they’re laying down facing each other.

“You’re my favorite shade of red,” he finally speaks, referring to how often her cheeks grow red at every compliment (big or little) he gives her, or how her sensitive skin turns red at the touch of his lips.

a/n: Enjoy!!!

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

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nnon-but-cwnancydrew · 4 months

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Secret Sleuth Exchange (@secretsleuthexchange) for @katmichail13

Merry Sleuthmas Kat! I was honoured to be your Secret Sleuth this year. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas season and I wish a wonderful 2024 for you.

I'm so sorry that the initial fanvid gift fell through. Rest assured I'm still working on it but I'm starting completely from scratch so I wouldn't have had the time to finish before the dateline. Instead, I hope you'll enjoy a Christmassy version of your icon, a playlist, a couple of mood boards depicting AUs of our favorite platonic soulmates, and a few ficlets to go along with it.

And the playlist is here

Without furthur ado, let's begin:

1) Princess and Knight

AU Concept: Nancy "Crown Princess" Drew-Hudson and Ace "First Knight" Hardy Tropes: Forbidden Romance, Childhood Acquaintances to Lovers, Slow Burn, Princess x Body Guard Dynamic, Royal AU Theme Songs: King (Florence + The Machine), Icarus (The Crane Wives), YOUTH (Troye Sivan), False God (Taylor Swift), Afterglow (Ed Sheeran), Fool's Gold (Niall Horan), King and Lionheart (Monsters and Men), Long Live (Taylor Swift)

Plot: Growing up, Ace's father was King Carson's First Knight until a wartime injury forced him to resign lest he wanted to forfeit his life. Thom started training Ace to become a knight after that, the exercises taking up Ace's time and slowly distancing himself from his friends.

Before Thom's injury, Ace and Nancy would play together with the children inside the palace walls, including George Fan, the cook's apprentice. The children would wreak havoc all around the castle, no one was safe; servants would spring it if their way, nobles would learn to fear when things got too quiet and the kitchens gave up trying to stop them from stealing a bun or ten.

Alas, good things never last and when Thom's injury happened, the group began to disband. Ace was taught in the ways of the sword, the bow and more. When Thom taught him all he could, Ace was gifted his own horse, a dappled brown mare, which he named Florence and was sent off to squirehood.

Nancy was saddled with more responsibilities and lessons, etiquette and diplomacy, languages and conversation, politics and household organisations (who said being a princess was easy?). George worked longer hours at the kitchen to earn better wages, needing to feed three younger sisters at home.

Things started to liven up when Bess Marvin, Marchioness Diana Marvin's long lost niece turned up at their citadel. Then, Duke Ned Nickerson, a distant cousin of Queen Consort Tiffany Hudson, appeared from the far south and started to court Nancy. The crown princess, equally besotted, returned his affection. And for a while, that was enough.

Then Queen Consort Tiffany Hudson was murdered.

Nancy didn't particularly care for her stepmother, but Tiffany was always kind to her. Setting out on a harebrained journey to find Tiffany's murderer, she would soon find a trustworthy band of friends in Sir Ace Hardy, Lady Bess Marvin, Ms George Fan and Duke Ned Nickerson. They'll go in to fight witches, evil within the kingdom and anyone that wishes them harm.

Three years later, she would find something even more precious than friendship in Ace, her heart, her love. When he proposes, it as at their secret glade, hidden from the burdens of Crown Princess and First Knight, becoming just Nancy and just Ace.

"Will you solve this part of the mystery with me?" he asks, the golden light reflecting off the water into his blue eyes, Kate Drew's diamond ring in his hands.

Her voice is watery when she says, "Yes", and she moves him until he's standing again, for she doesn't want him to be kneeling to her for this part. "Always. Forever." And she hugs him and kisses him and it's like the first time all over again but it's better and she can't help but laugh with joy.

Her Ace, His Nancy, together in the song of the afternoon. She couldn't think of anything else that sounded more right.

Other Tidbits of this AU:

Nick and Nancy break it off mutually then he has a whirlwind romance with George that ends in disaster. they both do their own thing for a while as friends before coming back together because they realize there's no one else for them romantically.

Bess falls for a couple of women, including Lisbeth the castle guard (they weren't right for each other), Odette Lamar the foreign businesswoman (before she found out Odette had a wife back home named Mary), and Addy Soctomah the small town of Horseshoe Bay's elected mayor (third time's the charm).

Other Tidbits of this AU: Nick and Nancy break it off mutually then he has a whirlwind romance with George that ends in disaster. they both do their own thing for a while as friends before coming back together because they realize there's no one else for them romantically. Bess falls for a couple of women, including Lisbeth the castle guard (they weren't right for each other), Odette Lamar the foreign businesswoman (before she found out Odette had a wife back home named Mary), and Addy Soctomah the small town of Horseshoe Bay's elected mayor (third time's the charm). Ace never became a physician, but he did invest a lot into their kingdom's medical research, helping the industry prosper and saving them from an unknown plague that other kingdoms fell victim to.

And they all lived happily ever after.

2) Ice Skater and Boxer

AU Concept: Bess "Figure Skater" Marvin and George "Hockey Player" Fan

Tropes: Strangers to Lovers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kinda Instalove, (Just a Soft Little Fic)

Theme Songs: Silk Chiffon (MUNA, Phoebe Bridgers), Tis the Damn Season (Taylor Swift), Girls Like Girls (Hayley Kiyoko), Friday I'm in Love (Twenty One Two), Enchanted (Taylor Swift), Slow Dancing (Aly & AJ), Ashes (Celine Dion), Daylight (Taylor Swift)

Plot: Girl I'm sorry I tried but I can't really view them from a romantic lens and so for Georgess I'm just gonna leave you with the vibes. I'm thinking a soft dreamy winter love in the big city.

If anyone wants to take a crack at this AU (or any of the others) please feel free. Just tag and credit me because I would love to read it!

3) CEO and Bodyguard

AU Concept: George "Spy/Bodyguard" Fan and Ned "Businessman/Inventor" Nickerson

Tropes: Strangers to Lovers, Spies AU, Forbidden Romance, Ballroom Scene, Making Out to Avoid Being Caught

Theme Songs: I Can See You (Taylor Swift), Plastic Hearts (Miley Cyrus), Weapon (Against the Current), Teeth (5SOS), Delicate (Taylor Swift), Roman Holiday (Halsey), Perfect (One Direction), New Year's Day (Taylor Swift)

Plot: Ned Nickerson thinks he’s done well in his life. Accepted into MIT on the honors roll, top intern at tech billionaire Tom Swift’s R&D department then branching off to start a very successful tech company of his own with the help of Tom and socialite and rich heiress Tiffany Hudson; all before the age of 28. Sure, his life is a little bland and his assistant Addy Soctomah had a bit of a point when she said that he was the most vanilla Black man she ever met but boring was good in the business world.

Then, the universe remembered he existed and made him the sole witness of Tiffany’s murder (which, was very traumatic, thanks for asking) by some terrorist company called the Road Back. Now, he was on the hit list of said terrorist company and had to be assigned a bodyguard (who very clearly did not want to be his bodyguard) that was maybe sorta cute when she wasn’t ignoring him like crazy. George said it wasn’t personal but it didn’t seem like the case to him when she stared at him unblinkingly when he was trying to close a business deal.

The mantra of ‘Fuck Drew’ was all that ran through George’s head when she had to protect Mr “Call me Nick”, rags to riches wonder boy and media darling, every day. She could be out chasing the Road Back with her team right now if Nancy had pulled the pin on that grenade 5 seconds later. 5 seconds and Owen wouldn’t have died; 5 more seconds and her foot wouldn’t have gotten pinned under all that rubble, and she could have lifted that column off Owen before he suffocated to death while their friends tried to get to them in time.

The thought that it took four minutes without oxygen for a person to sustain permanent brain damage was all that ran through her brain as she listened to the harsh wheezing from the person underneath the column slowly stop. George had never really seen the fragile process of human to corpse before, never sticking around after her bullets left their chamber, but she could swear that it took hours for Owen to flatline.

It took three minutes. The brain damage would happen after four minutes. The team took eight minutes to get to them and they were the longest eight minutes of any of their lives.

The team fell apart: Nancy blamed herself bitterly, Bess mourned her cousin, Ace kicked himself for sending them into a trap and George- George was numb. Then she became angry. Claw Superiors kicked their team into mandatory leave and psych eval after 2 months. Guess Carson didn’t want his only daughter to crack mentally even more than she already had.

2 weeks in and George begged Carson for any assignment, after barely passing her psych eval. She snatched the first case he held in his hands from him, not even looking into the file and just showing up at Ned Nickerson’s company the next day. Boy did she regret not negotiating more. Turns out Nick witnessed the murder of Tiffany, the woman whose husband cheated on with George years ago, and now he was the Road Back’s No. 1 target. Talk about awkward.

It took spending 3 days in Nick’s presence to figure out that 1) He had a ridiculously good moral compass, 2) He and Tiffany were super close and 3) Telling him about her past history with Tiffany would make him hate her. So she kept quiet and kept her walls up, not wanting to get close to another person so soon after Owen’s death, not she was just starting to bond with him.

But it’s difficult to spend day in day out with someone and not get close to them at some point. Nick was gentle and persistent with her, prying personal details from George like she was one of the machines he was experienced with. How she was the eldest of four sisters, how she almost went into law school, how her favourite colour was green. In return, he told her about wanting to help troubled kids find a community, how he was discovered by Tom Swift (and had a brief fling with him), how his mother taught him piano because they couldn’t afford it at the time and for her last birthday he’d bought her a grand piano to play to her heart’s content. It wasn’t her favourite mission by far, but Nick wasn’t bad company, and there was little chance of her PTSD triggering in civilian bodyguard life while the rest of her team recovered.

Then Nick caught wind of a Road Back operative that was gonna be at a major social function that’s being hosted by Nick’s dickhead rival companies’ CEO: Everett Hudson. George hatched a harebrained dream of capturing the person to win back the grace her team lost at their agency. Nick offered to be her date so she could sneak in and around but she has to help him find dirt on Everett about the Bonny Scott which can bring justice to 12 innocent people and send Everett to jail. George accepts, which was a horrible idea for them both because now they’re catching feelings for a colleague-ish person.

(As long as you save me a dance, Fan.

You're on, Nickerson.)

At the party, there’s a point where they’re in Everett’s office digging through his files and they hear footsteps coming so they panic. There’s nowhere to hide in the office, and George grips Nick’s arm tightly.

‘Do you trust me?’ she says, urgency coating her words.

There’s a beat of hesitation when they look into each other’s eyes, George begging Nick to say yes. Still, looking, he nods, and she spins him around to pin him against the wall.

‘I’m sorry about this,’ she says quietly, before kissing him.

For a moment, everything in the world narrows to his back against the wall, the girl he likes pressed up against him, her lips on his, her hands on him. Realising his hands are just hanging dumbly by his side, he moves one to run through her hair and the other to cup her cheek.

‘OI! You’re not supposed to be in here!’ A loud voice cut through the air, and he remembers why he shouldn’t be doing this. They spring apart, and he’s sheepish when he addresses the person who caught them.

‘Sorry sir. Won’t happen again.’

‘Not today anyway.’ George’s coy face and satisfied smirk makes him blush and he finds he can’t look at the security guard for more than a second without looking away in embarrassment.

‘I don’t care what you do and where you do it as long as it isn’t in here. Now get going before I change my mind.'

'Got it, sir.' He blocks George from view as she surreptitiously swipes the hard drive that had finished downloading information in the time they were caught by the guard. He repeats, 'Won't happen again.'

Outside, George apologises and they go home but there's still an air of awkwardness. She hands the drive over to Claw Agency superiors and is called back in the week to pursue Road Back members with her old team. Since the Road Back is disbanded, Nick doesn't need a bodyguard anymore and they part ways, both thinking this is the last time they'll see each other again.

Three months later, they round up the last of the Road Back members, and George hands in her resignation form. She makes her team promise to keep in touch, thanks the Claw superiors for giving her a lifeline back then, and shows up at Nick's house to confess her feelings.

'You know,' she says, after the heavy emotional talk. 'We never did get that dance.'

'Never too late,' says Nick. He holds out his hand. 'May I?'

'But there's no music,' she laughs, taking his hand anyway.

He smiles at the sound. 'Don't need music. Your laugh is the most beautiful sound of all.' And she proves him right by laughing again.

When they have their first dance at the wedding, they're laughing merrily through the whole thing, calling each other Mr Fan and Mrs Nickerson.

Other Tidbits of this AU: Everyone on the team is field cleared but George and Owen were the only true field agents so they were closer because they have to trust each other's back in the field. Ace is the Hacker, Nancy is the scientist with a focus on biochem and Bess is the pilot/driver/etc. George and Nick play chess but George is more logical and Nick is more passionate. They're equally skilled. Bess meets Addy while the team visits George and they start talking and start dating just before Fanson's wedding. Nace dance around each other for years before everyone locks them in a small room and they come with messy hair and red lips to a chorus of "Finally"s

In every universe, the Drew Crew wishes Kat Michail a very Merry Christmas and hopes that she enjoys her gift. In this universe, Shannon wishes Kat a Happy New Year too. I hope you liked your gift Kat!

#nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nancy drew #george fan #ned nickerson #nace #fanson #ace hardy #ace [redacted]#bess marvin #addy soctomah #baddy #secretsleuthgiftexchange

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ludi-cerealia · 1 year

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Spring! Sprang! Sprung! Spring Forecast 2023 (PAC)

Collective energy: This spring season the collective is coming into their own power as Aries itself would have it; embracing the compass of one's inner wisdom as one steers one's own destiny, divinely guided towards inspired action. The collective will have no more illusions about where their power lies, the time has come to wield one's power as one sees fit, without fear. Pick a deck for your spring cycle forecast! Take what resonates and leave the rest. Piles are left to right : Pile 1, Pile 2, and Pile 3. Channeled songs: Lana Del Rey - Lust for Life // Qveen Herby - On God // Smoke Season - Opaque// Lapsley- Silverlake Collective Bottom(s) of decks (s): Seven of Swords, Athena~ Knowledge, The King Decks used: Wild Unknown Archetypes, Children of Litha Tarot, Goddess Power Oracle

Pile 1

(Cards: 7 of cups, The Star, The Hermit, The Comic, Nyx ~ Secrets)

This pile may be in a place of indecision for having too many options, such that you are at a pivotal crossroads as to how you're moving forward in life. The seed you've sown this spring season is one of many hopes and dreams, you are investing in joy and embracing whatever form bears fruit come harvest time. You're realizing regardless of what you choose you will make the best of your circumstances and overcome whatever obstacles come your way— No one is getting between you and yourself ever again. You are nursing this seed by trusting in the divine (I heard 'ineffable plan', so Good Omens may be significant or have messages for you) because you are beginning to see its vision unravel before your very eyes. This spring season is about you discovering who you are, a union of shadow and light married by radical honesty. Come summertime you will begin to love how every version of you has become who you are now; each a spark your own lighting your way out the woods into the clear. You'll look back and see that the monsters were just trees (Taylor Swift's Out of the Woods started playing in my head), and your laugh will be lighter and brighter than the morning breeze. Arm in arm with your inner child, now what they always hoped to be.

Pile 2

(Cards: 6 of Pentacles, King of Cups,Judgement, The Box, Mother Gaia ~ Earth)

For a select few of you, this spring is about embracing parenthood in all of its highs and lows; the cards flew out explosively as if with uncontainable excitement. You’re rising to a long-awaited occasion that will irrevocably change life as you know it. You’ll be looking back wistfully at your past trepidation realizing how far you’ve come and how much more life has to offer you on your journey ahead. Something here is eager to blossom and break out of its shell, I heard a spring return. For those of you who have lost a child before, this may be the emotional redemption you’ve been waiting for.

For most of you, however, you may have recently been thrust into a more nurturing role in life, taking something vulnerable under your wing (eg plants, pets, or juniors at work/school). You’re feeling overwhelmed and even a little weary accepting this responsibility. Despite your deeper knowing that you’re more than prepared and that there’s no better time than now, emotionally you fear making the same old mistake of getting ahead of yourself at the cost of something dear; for others of you this pertains to getting too attached to let something grow apart or away from you. Come Gemini season you’ll realize you’re more than supported in this undertaking, if you had pets or plants before, they remember you fondly in their heart of hearts. Call on them for support when you feel small, they’re just a beacon away. (I had a lot of frustrating false starts using my usual browser to finish this pile, until I switched to a different one. Perhaps that alludes to the perspective change you need to see this commitment through, you won't regret it Pile 2!)

Pile 3

(Cards: The Emperor, Ace of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, Benzaiten ~ Beauty, I forgot to record your Archetype card Pile 3 :,) Apologies)

You're manifesting a glow-up, Pile 3; it's happening and coming in hot for you this spring! You're glowing up body, mind, and soul, I heard; be prepared! You may have only recently cemented your resolve to fully commit yourself to your best interests: standing in your power without letting pride get in your way again. You may be restarting a fitness journey, or even getting back into creative pursuits like drawing or dancing; but this time allowing yourself to truly begin again as a novice. You're allowing yourself to be curious with grounded expectations, affirming to yourself that what you know won't hurt you as long as you keep your head down and mind open. You're grounding this summer shred into reality, if it's the last thing you do, I heard; take what applies! You're letting yourself take things slow and steady, because this is a change you want to make last; as you mold a version of yourself that will see the next summer and many more to follow, even if its not ready by this particular summer. You'll see the fruits of your labor by the end of spring season, and it will not be just a single bud.

I hope you enjoyed this PAC! I’d really love to hear how it resonates for you. Any and all feedback is welcome. If you liked my work, do consider tipping me .

#pick an image #pick a card #cerescore #free tarot #pac #pick a pile #tarotblr #psychic readings

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do you have a fav song or playlist you play during sex? or like a fav moment or thing that happened that just made you go 😵‍💫

okay so ngl i've always let my partners play their music during sex (my previous gf literally wanted to fuck to taylor swifts midnights album every time) because honestly i hadn't even made a sex playlist until maybe a year ago? it's literally called "f*ck" and still a work in progress ngl but some songs on it include (you're not allowed to make fun of me for this) often by the weeknd, to be alone by hozier, & false god by taylor swift

um. hm OH MY GOD okay recent moment that made me lose my shit was a girl had just finished fingering me until i came and then like kind of cuddled me while i was laying on my back and she was on her side and her hand was on my tit. and i was all twitchy bc she kept moving her fingers over my nipple and then started whimpering and got all wet again so she got back on top of me and let me ride her fingers😵‍💫😵‍💫

#wlw ns/fw #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #wlw #wlw smut #lesbian #lesbian daddy

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husbandhannie · 2 years

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sway

pairing: the8 x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 615

structure notes: snippets in square brackets ("[]") are flashbacks.

warnings: like a very vague sexual reference?

a/n: it is way past midnight and i am struck by feels. i will proofread this later.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @starlightjoong @junhui-recs @kimhyejin3108.

"you know i can't dance, minghao"

your boyfriend chuckles fondly but keeps tugging at your hand, successfully coaxing you into standing from your comfortable seat on the couch. the speaker on the corner table plays a familiar melody, and a frown makes its way to your face as your mind tries to pair it with a song you know.

"it's easy", he soothes, leading you to the center of the living room, "no hard steps, i promise. you'll like it".

you doubt it. this is not what you had hoped to spend your evening doing. a glance at the elegant wall-clock reveals there's 5 minutes till midnight, which means you'll spend the eve of your birthday dancing. not the worst thing you've done on the day, but you were kind of hoping for a quiet evening with minghao. you've never been one for celebrations and attention.

"okay, let's get this over with". you've known this man long enough to recognize the determined glint in his eyes.

"that's the spirit", he steps forward, his face inches from yours, "your hands go here", his voice is soft, even softer than the touches that place your hands on his shoulders, "and mine", his arms wound around your waist gently, "go here".

"are you sure this position is for dancing?", you breathe, looking at him through your lashes, "i'm totally fine with the alternative, by the way. totally".

he rests his forehead against yours and chuckles, fond eyes meeting yours, his face glowing in the dim light.

"later", he whispers lowly, brushing his lips against yours, "that's for later, i promise".

he moves his head before you can respond, his cheek brushing on your shoulder. his body starts swaying slowly to the beat of the song, and you find yourself doing the same, your arms instinctively moving to wrap around his neck while his tighten around your waist.

somewhere in the back of your mind, it clicks - you definitely know this song.

"are we dancing to false god?", the incredulous note in your voice breaks the intimate atmosphere, "taylor swift's false god?"

"you like the song", minghao answers nonchalantly, but you spot the faint pink rising up his neck, "it's nice, it's soft".

"it's also about - "

"shh", the breath against your ear makes you shiver, "don't overthink this, just dance with me".

we're not dancing, you want to say, we're swaying awkwardly. before you can open your mouth though, the song ends and soft piano fills the room as the next track starts. yours, by ella henderson.

he remembers.

["it's a little sad for a song about love, i think", minghao comments while you play the song on repeat, "especially for your taste. you generally like those poppy love songs"

"i do love my poppy songs", you clutch your heart dramatically, grinning at his smiley eye-roll, "but there's something about this one, you know? makes you want to dance in dim lights at midnight"]

"you remember", you whisper in his ear, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss on his skin, "oh god, you remember. i love you".

"a low price to pay for your love", he chuckles, "i love you too".

it's just the music then, echoing through the walls of the home you've built with minghao, while the two of you bask in its melody, wrapped around each other and swaying slowly. he breaks the quiet in the last chorus, his voice so soft that you would've missed it if his lips were not pressed to your ear.

"i know you don't like celebrating, so we won't. but", he pulls back slightly to whisper against your lips, arms still holding you close, "happy birthday, my love".

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #minghao fluff #the8 fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #the8 imagines #minghao imagines #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #xu minghao #minghao #the8

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 4 months

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high infidelity | twenty

I’m spilling wine in the bathtub you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

*Ellie’s POV* We met up with the guys in the lobby before we headed over to the venue. I saw Matt and my stomach turned, trying to avoid any interaction with him. I spent the first part of the show with Noah backstage, we cuddled on the couch as we listened the opening bands sounds bounce off the walls. I wanted to watch their set with the crowd so I left when he was getting ready to head on stage. The venue was already quite full so I found a quiet spot near the back and waited for their set to start. “I don’t bite, you know?”

My eyes shot up and I saw Matt standing in his booth, he was wearing what he wore earlier today, just with a hat on this time. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, my waist brushing him as I slipped into the booth and sat in a vacant chair. The show began and I spent most of the time sitting in my chair bobbing my head to the music. It wasn’t like I wasn’t having fun but I think the travelling was starting to get to me too. I was beyond exhausted and so dehydrated. “Are you okay?” Matt looked concerned as I stood up, grabbing my purse. For some reason wrapped my arm around his stomach so I could talk in his ear, “I think I’m gonna go back to the hotel, the heat really got to me today.” “Okay, text me when you get back.” He said as he gave my arm a squeeze. I just smiled at him and made my way back to the hotel room. The fresh air was hot and it didn’t help me whatsoever, god this place was awful. I let Matt know I was back in the hotel, and also texted Noah to let him know where I was and put my phone on do not disturb. I went to have a cold shower but that bathtub was calling my name. I filled it with bubbles, grabbed myself a bottle of wine and submerged myself into the tub, letting my head fall as I closed my eyes. “Ellie?” “I’m in here.” I muttered as I flickered my eyes open to the sound of Noah’s voice. He walked into the bathroom and raised his eyebrow at me. “Yes I know it’s like 100 degrees out but I needed to relax.” “I’m not gonna complain about a naked women in a bathtub, especially you.” He chuckled. “May I join?” “I’d like to see your giraffe legs fit in here.” “Challenge accepted.” I kept my eyes shut as I heard him get undressed. I could feel my heart starting to race as I gingerly opened up one to look at him. I find it bizarre I haven’t seen him naked yet but he’s seen me naked multiple times. He stripped down to his boxes and in one swift movement he dropped them and my jaw fell to the floor. Oh my god. Noah slid in the tub behind me and I was quite surprised he actually fit. I fell into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, both of us with our eyes closed enjoying the moment. False God by Taylor Swift was playing gently in the background and it couldn’t get much better than this. “I’m sorry you didn’t feel well enough to stay for the show.” “It’s okay.” I replied, not sure if I was lightheaded from the heat or just wanting to get away for those weird feelings I had for Matt. Safe to say they disappeared and I never want to think about it again. Noah’s hand ran over my stomach, up to my breast, making me gasp as he gently rubbed it. My eyes stayed shut the longer he touched me, he stared to kiss my neck and shoulders, I was in complete bliss. “Does that feel good?”

I just nodded. “Tell me it feels good.” “It feels good Noah…” I could feel him getting harder against me and I wanted to do something about it and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I reached my hand around and touched him, teasing his growing cock. His head fell onto my shoulder as every curse under the sun escaped his mouth. I turned around and sat on my knees, gently grabbing him again, his eyes flickered open with a glazed look.

“El, what are you…” “Shh, it’s my turn.” Noah closed this eyes, resting his head on the back of the tub, a groan escaped him as I began to stroke him. I watched him intently, his skin sweating from the hot water and me, it made his tattoos glisten and he never looked more gorgeous than he did right now. “How good does this feel?” “So fucking good baby, don’t stop.” He breathed out, his hands gripping onto the side of the tub, insinuating he was getting close. I picked up the pace, watching his entire body go into overload. His eyes were trapped shut, his breathing became irregular, more sweat formed on his neck, I had him right where I wanted him. Suddenly his body tensed up, making him moan deeply, I felt him release and his body went limp.

“Fuck…” He breathlessly replied, grabbing the back of my neck and kissing me gently. I felt quite proud of myself for making him fold like that, and I wanted to do it again already. Something about him begging for me, his uneven breaths and sighs drove me wild. God knows what he’ll actually be like he finally fucks me.

“I’m gonna get out and take a shower.” I said, feeling my body drenched in sweat and bubbles from the bath. “I’ll join you.” Noah got out and walked towards the shower to start it for us. All I could do was stop and stare at him. I really meant it when I said I had to pinch myself to believe he was real. He caught my stare and sent me the sweetest smile. There really was no one like him.

#fanfic #bad omens #noah sebastian

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ceeceetv · 1 month

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🌵 🕯️ 🥤🍄 🦴🪲 🧩

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

This is prob a longer answer than you expected but here it is. I am much more of an album listener than a playlist listener. I like to put on an album or artist and just get immersed in their work one at a time. Especially bc I feel like streaming has sort of taken away from the experience of albums as cohesive works. Here’s the Julien Baker album that has been stuck in my brain on repeat recently. Love a sad, existential record.

Playlists are also great though and I will def put on a playlist to run to or have in the background, etc. And I admire people who can curate great playlists!

And here’s where I’ll admit to my deep and abiding love of Taylor Swift and her songwriting. My longest fandom experience is with her work. So. Here’s a playlist called Taylor Swift bridges that are god-tier bc that woman can write a fucking bridge like no one else.

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

lol. 10. And thanks for indulging me by adding this question and letting me talk about it. I am a copy editor as a career and also as a hobby. I have loved words and language as long as I can remember, and I think I find more joy in helping other people wrangle and finesse their writing until it says just exactly what they want it to say than in writing my own work. I’ve told you this, but the fact that editing is a solitary activity that is also inherently very collaborative is perfect for my personality. There is also something that is just so satisfying to me about a perfectly punctuated sentence with smooth syntax and prosody that also communicates meaning effectively. A well-used semi-colon is sexy. And I love standing in as an advocate for the reader to make sure their experience is as close to what the author intends as possible. I could go on.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

God. This is the longest fic I’ve ever read by a wide margin, but it has become so special to me I have to shout it out:

Here’s what I wrote in my AO3 bookmark for it: Author takes us from intimate, provincial romance to epic, sweeping action/tragedy so deftly I can’t even believe it. I’ve never been so invested in an original side character or cried harder reading a fic. This one is special.

It’s a story about the two of them falling in love slowly and messily with lots of false starts and obstacles that deals with identity and grief and longing and self-loathing and forgiveness and has a Mobius backstory where he contends with queer prejudice in 1990s America and it also includes hot smut and I just cannot recommend it enough. (It’s technically not finished but very close to and there are over 200k words published.)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Idk if this is a head canon so much as just the way I personally read the text of the show but: Mobius has religious trauma and his experience with the TVA is akin to fundamentalist Christian indoctrination. Loki is the spark that helps him begin to deconstruct and heal and wake up to himself and what he actually wants.

Also: Loki LOVES having his hair played with and Mobius loves to have his hands in Loki’s hair.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Mmm, idk about one piece of media but, as a medium, song lyrics and poetry. Anything I’ve started writing lately has usually been sparked by a lyric. I feel like lyrics are able to evoke much more complex stories in so few words, which I think is magical.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

[fic about Mobius washing Loki’s hair for him]

The sight of Loki’s cock, not hard at the moment but definitely not-not interested, nearly makes Mobius forget where he is. What he’s meant to be doing—helping with—right now.

He looks up to find Loki watching him.

“Um,” Mobius starts, suddenly struggling to find words (appropriate ones, anyway). “Right, so, should we get started?” He rises up off his heels and reaches for the detachable shower head.

“I like it hot,” Loki says.

“What?!” Mobius balks and nearly drops the shower head into the bath.

“The water. I like it hot. Don’t be afraid to turn it up.”

“Oh, sure. Can do.” Get it together, Mobius.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Immediately? Hmm, well, I will say when a fic has something in the summary like “Where Loki doesn’t turn into a dumb tree and they can actually be together,” I will not click to begin with. I’m happy to read certain kinds of fix-its or universes where the ending is different or not relevant, but if an author is actively throwing shade at the canon ending, I just assume we have such different readings of the show that what we want from a fic probably doesn’t align very well.

#WONDERFUL questions this was so fun #you picked out exactly the ones I wanted to answer 🙏#thank you!

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elisysd · 5 months

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31. I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Warning: +18 smut ahead. MDNI (minors do not interact).

Chapter soundtrack: False God - Taylor Swift

The kiss scared her to death as much as it thrilled her so when he finally released her to fill his duties after the podium, she left the track. She needed to be away from it all, that’s what she had told her dad when he had asked if she wanted to go out with the team and Ethan to celebrate. If she was honest, she would rather celebrate Romy’s win rather than Martin’s first podium. But when Kyle had told her that he was going to kidnap her best friend for the night she had given up on the idea. So, alone in her hotel room she was replaying the event. How his lips molded perfectly into hers. His peppermint taste mixed with the sweat of the race that filled her nostrils. How his hands grabbed her and left her wanting for more. She felt overwhelmed by everything and the only thing she had wanted was to get back to her hotel room.

So when Ethan showed up at her door, she didn’t know what to expect. So she started to freak out. Because what if it had just been pretending? What if he was just coming to tell her to not get her hopes up? What if, what if, what if.

But now lips were on hers and her back was pressed against the door, a position that seemed to have become, somehow, their favorite as it seemed. His kisses were feverish, knocking the air out of her lungs. She felt his hands on her waist, his nose bumping against hers, his leg parting hers to have some space so he could fit in between them and press his hips against hers earning a moan from her.

Finally, after weeks of pining and anticipation she knew what his lips felt like and God she never wanted to forget their taste. She let her hands wander his body. His chest first before one settled on his cheek as the other one went up to his shoulder before sneaking behind his neck and grabbing strands of his hair making him groan. She took the opportunity to break the kiss to leave open and wet kisses along his cheekbone and jaw before moving to his neck as her hands started to sneak under his shirt to quickly remove it and throw it away.

“Not fair, Joolsie…really not fair.” he teased her, removing a strand of hair that was falling on her eyes.

“I think it’s really fair, if you are asking me.”

“How come you are seeing me half-naked and yet you are fully dressed up. Way too dressed up. Way too many clothes.”

“If it bothers you so much then, why don’t you remove them.”

The desire in his eyes gave place to a glimpse of challenge but before he had the occasion to act she shushed him out with a kiss, slightly biting his bottom lip to tease him. Her hands find their way to his jeans as she fumbled with his buckle, making Ethan laugh.

“So eager…”

She looked at him, arching an eyebrow and as she was about to go back to her task he stopped her grabbing both her hands to pin them both sides of her hips to the wall.

“Let’s not rush it. I promised you once I would take my sweet time with you and I intend to do it. Slowly. I’m going to drive you crazy the same way you did to me.”

“I swear if you decide to leave me hanging I’ll cut both of your balls and feed your dick to Bailey.” she whispered as he was breathing heavily against her neck before starting to leave wet kisses along her shoulder blade, moving up next to her ear that he slightly bit as she made sweet whimpers that had quite the effect on a lower part of him.

“I won’t.I promise. I’m going to finish what I started.”

She sighed as she felt his hands slipped beneath her jumper and tracing soft lines along her hips then moving to her back to play with the clasp of her bra. She felt dizzy. His lips on her trying to memorize every inch of bare skin they could find, his skilled and calloused hands on her busy driving her crazy, the bulge she could feel if she dared to graze him coupled with the soft grunts she could hear, all of it was making her head spin in the most amazing way. When she finally managed to get rid of his buckle, it didn’t take long for Ethan to remove his pants and let it lay around. His forehead touching hers, his lips parted in the search of a little bit of air, he paused.

“Tell me you want it as much as I do, Julia.”

“You know I do.” she breathed back.

“Words, schatje. I need to be one hundred percent sure.”

“I want it as much as you do. I really, really want it.”

It was all he needed to hear. His hands traced down her body until they reached the underside of her thigh and with one swift motion he lifted her as her legs found their place around his waist. His mouth didn’t waste time to lock it to hers, his tongue darting and tantalizing hers. They finally made it to the bed where Ethan softly laid her body, making sure she had a pillow to rest her head and to get comfortable.

His eyes dove into hers before moving alongside her body. She still had her clothes on but feeling his burning gaze on her made her feel like she was already naked and she couldn’t help but turn her head away from him, closing her eyes.

“Joolsie, look at me.” he told her in a soft voice and she did. “We can stop whenever you want, no pressure.”

“I don’t want to stop. I want that. It’s just… you’ve been with other girls. Prettier and sexier and… I’m me.” she confessed, almost ashamed.

“I didn’t care about the other girls. I care about you. That’s the only thing you need to focus on. Okay?”

She nodded as he left small butterfly kisses on her face before removing her jumper, leaving her in a simple black bra. His lips moved from her eyelids, to the corner of her mouth to her jaw, her left ear to end up nibbling that pulsing point right below her jaw that made a beautiful cry escape her mouth. He felt her hand tugging at his hair as he started his journey discovering new areas of her body his mouth had still left untouched.

He wanted to take his time with her, something he had never done. He wanted to learn by heart what she loved and what she didn’t. He wanted to memorize every sinful but oh so beautiful sounds she would make. He wanted to drive her crazy. As he was leaving open mouth kisses along the valley of her breasts, he slipped one hand behind her back making it arched as he skillfully removed the piece of clothing that separated his lips from a new sensitive area to chart. As soon as it was out of the way, his lips captured an already hard nipple while one of his hands was playing with the other. The whimpers and moans intensified as she tugged at his hair harder while wriggling beneath him forcing him to hold her hips in place with his other hand to keep her steady.

“So damn beautiful, so perfect.” he whispered against her skin.

“Ethan, please…”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know. Just do something, anything.” she whined, moving one of her legs to circle his waist and pressing him against her.

He could feel how hot she was and his boner, painfully stirring against the barrier of his brief made him want to lose all his restraints to take her, right here right there. He swallowed, abandoning her breasts to explore the lower part of her. As he was about to remove her sweatpants, he looked one last time at her, searching for her approval and when he saw her bite her lips, eyes feverishly locked on his, he knew he could do whatever he wanted with her, she would let him.

In one swift motion he removed both her pants and her panties, leaving her completely bare in front of him. His fingertips wandered along her calves, moving up around her knees, brushing the side of her thighs until he ended up where she wanted him the most. She closed her eyes, gasping and whimpering as she felt his fingers tease her entrance, toying with her in the most wonderful way making her hips buckling up as if they had a mind of their own. He kep his sweet torture going for a while before he finally decided that she suffered enough and let his fingers ease into her, taking his time to analyse the patterns that made her moan the loudest. And when he felt her clench around his fingers, he stopped eliciting an angry whine from her.

“Fuck Ethan… I was close.”

He gave her a devilish look before carrying his hand to his lips to suck the remaining of her making her whine louder at the sight. She was flushed and he loved to know that it was because of him. He came back to her quickly to give her a kiss before bending down to face the place his fingers had discovered a few minutes ago. He gripped her thighs, putting them on his shoulder and gave her one last look before finally tasting her. She was intoxicating. All of her. Her sounds, her taste, her scent, the way she clenched around his head, trapping him and most of all, the way she repeated his name again and again. If he could stay right there forever, he would. He felt her hand in his hair and when he looked up to her he almost moaned at the sigh. She was toying with herself, eyes closed, lips parted, her body totally flushed and surrendered to him. She was beautiful and just for him.

“Ethan, don’t stop… I want to… I… please…”

“What do you want?”

“To come.”

“You want to? Or you need to?”

“Both. I need both.” she was almost begging him.

And he did exactly what she wanted. Like a starving man that had not eaten in days, he dove into her and didn’t hold back until her cries filled the whole room.

“Let go, Joolsie. I got you.”

As he was helping her ride her orgasm he got rid of his boxer with an expert hand, finally freeing him from his constraints. He was so hard that it started to be painful. And the sigh before him was definitely not helping his case. He needed her, fully. And, at the same time, he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to keep the discovery going. It had been so long since he had so much fun when it came to sex. It had always been something quick, easy, forgettable to him. But with her he wanted to remember everything, every detail.

His mouth still busy with making her see stars, he let his hand stroke his length, trying to relieve the tension, in vain. It seemed to only make it worse. He needed more, much more than whatever his hand could give him. So when Julia finally came down from her high, he got up to her to let her taste herself on his lips before rubbing himself against her so she could feel the effect she had on him. He heard her whisper his name as her hands wandered his back, his chest, his arms to finally settle around his neck while one leg snaked around his waist. It took one move from her to have him pinned against the mattress as she towered him.

He could see the moonlight reflecting on her skin making her look like she was from another planet. Her lips were red and swollen from the rough kisses but it only made them more kissable, more tempting.

“You really didn’t think I would let you be in charge the whole night, right?” she teased him as he let his hands brush her hard nipples and made her shiver from the featherlight touch.

“I know better than to expect anything when it comes to you. You always find new ways to surprise me. This is just a new one.”

She gave him a half smile as she let her hands explore his body, her mouth following quickly. He let her bite and suck and lick and touch him the way she wanted to. He was her puppet, she could do whatever the hell she wanted to him. And when she finally got a hold of his dick, he couldn’t resist breathing her name. But when she started long and painfully slow strokes, he almost felt like he would explode here and there, like a stupid virgin boy touched for the very first time. He could feel everything, from the warmth of hands to the nails grazing him and driving him crazy as she wrapped a condom on him before he felt her straddling him, a hand on his chest to stabilize herself as she was aligning herself with him. He lifted his hands, trying to help her when she groaned and gave him an authoritative look.

“Don’t. When I say, I’m in charge, I mean it.”

He slowly put down his hands, listening to her before she finally sank on him. It took her a little while to adjust to him but when she moved it was everything he hoped for and more. The view he had was quickly becoming his favorite one. The way her back was arching, her head falling backward exposing her neck covered by lovebites, her hair fallin down over her shoulders, the way her breasts bounced when she started to move, her hands on his abdomen, slightly scratching it, the whimpers that left her lips, how she was giving herself to him without holding back… He wanted to have the burning image in his mind, forever. He could see the sweat gleaming on her skin making him want to lick every drop of it. He didn’t care about her wanting to keep control anymore, his hand ran along her hips, guiding her, helping her reach a new pace and when finally he couldn’t restrain himself he swapped places with her, her back now firmly pressed against the softness of the mattress.

She felt him twitch inside of her as soon as he took back control, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he sped up turning her into a moaning mess. He was everywhere, in her, on her, his scent filling her nostrils, his grunts in her ears becoming her new favorite song, his hands pulling up towards him as he tried to bury himself deeper inside her as if he wanted to make one with her. She was close, so close and she knew he was too. The way his body reacted every time she was clenching around him was telling her everything she needed to know. And when finally she came undone, digging her nails into his back, he joined her in erratic moves, trying to make their orgasm last before collapsing on her as she was still shaking.

He was breathing hard against her as she was still trying to process what had just happened. When he finally moved after a few minutes and rolled over, she felt a wave of cold leaving her shivering. She was about to reach him when she saw him getting up, putting his boxer back on and going to the bathroom before coming back with a wet bath cloth.

“I won’t let you sleep without you being all cleaned up.”

She didn’t dare to tell him she could do it on her own and let him take care of her. She was still sensitive from his ministrations but was surprised by how gentle he was with her. When he came back next to her, he didn’t say anything, just admired the way her body was still recovering from it all. With a shaky hand she traced the outline of his jaw as he captured it and pressed a kiss on her fingers and then her palm before intertwining his fingers with hers.

“If I had known it would be like that, I wouldn’t have waited that long to make a move.” he joked, his voice hoarse.

“I don’t want to break the magic of the moment but, I really need to pee.” she whispered, almost ashamed, biting her lower lips.

He let her go out of his embrace with reluctance, watching her throw her jumpers and her panties back on, to come back a few seconds later. As she was about to take her pjs, Ethan stopped her.

“My shirt. Wear it.”

It was not a suggestion nor was it a question. It was an order. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow, defying him.

“Not even a please? Or a can you? Who do you think you are to boss me around like that?”

He raised himself on his elbows, smirking.

“I can boss you around and believe me you will enjoy it. Wanna try out?”

“In other circumstances I would have said yes, but right now, I’m really tired. It has been an eventful day.” She smiled, ending up borrowing his shirt and wearing it, not breaking eye contact as she slowly removed her jumper as Ethan gulped and shook his head.

“Little minx… I didn’t know you liked to tease that much.”

“You don’t know me very well, then.” she replied, approaching him as he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, making her fall on top of him.

“My new favorite position.” he smiled suggestively.

She laughed as she bent down to capture his lips while his hands traveled down her back to sneak under her newly put on shirt. She ended up breaking the kiss to roll next to him, her head finding naturally her place back on his chest, listening to his heart beating.

“What does it make us now?” she broke the heavy silence in a whisper as if it had been a forbidden question to ask.

Ethan took his time to answer, not sure about what he was supposed to say or what exactly it meant for them.

“I don’t know. I… I feel good when I’m with you. But… I’m bad at this, Julia.”

“Bad at what?”

“Relationships. I’ve never really been in one.”

“Neither did I. But… maybe we can learn? Together? If you want.”

“I think I’d like to try.” he said, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

It didn’t take long for Julia, exhausted about her day and helped by the circular motions Ethan was drawing on her hip, to fall asleep.

She woke up alone the next day and was scared for a minute that last night was a dream. There was no trace of Ethan and if she was not wearing his shirt and felt her muscles sore, she would truly believe she was starting to become crazy. She stretched out before leaving the bed to hop in a hot shower and when she came back, she found him sitting on the armrest of a chair. She stopped in the middle of the room, not knowing exactly how to act. She felt awkward and stupid. Was she supposed to kiss him? Did he expect her to make a move? Was he going to make one? Or would they act like complete strangers and forget this night ever happened despite saying the opposite?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” he said, finally looking at her.

“Why aren’t you awkward? I feel weird.”

He sighed, getting up and walking to her, taking her face between his hands to force her to look at him.

“It’s a weird situation. We are a weird pairing, for sure. And an unexpected one. But I thought about it and maybe we should just go with the flow. I like being with you, you like being with me, we have fun and we’ll see where it leads us. And it will be easier in front of the cameras. No more need to pretend.”

She nodded as he let go of her to focus on his phone.

“Look, there are pictures of us everywhere.” he laughed, shoving the camera to her face. “We look nice, they definitely caught my best profile. That definitely looks like a real kiss. Ashley will be happy. Oh, and by the way, we are meeting the guys to celebrate Romy’s win before heading to London.”

He wasn’t giving her the choice. And even if she was happy to see her friends and it didn’t bother her, what did was how he had planned it without asking her. She bit her lips but didn’t say anything. She was probably overthinking it and reading too much between the lines. So, she smiled and said that it made her happy.

She didn’t complain either when he rummaged through her suitcase to pick an outfit so they could look stylish if cameras were around. It was cute, she thought and she knew he didn’t mean badly. Nor did she say a thing when he grabbed her hand in a strong grip, pulling her firmly next to him as they walked down the streets, even if it was hurting her a little. So she kept it all to herself and put a smile on her face. It was fine, they had to find their pace. It wouldn't be easy.

They finally made it to the restaurant where Ludwig, Chloe, Romy and Kyle were waiting for them and when they saw them arriving hand in hand, Romy gave her a half-smile as Ludwig chuckled, earning a little slap in the back of his head from Kyle. Julia was about to go sit next to her best friend, thinking Ethan would be facing her, but when she made a move, she felt his grip tightened on her hand preventing her from embracing her friend and when Ethan pulled the chair for her to sit, she didn’t refuse it.

Romy gave her a surprised look to which Julia mouthed that it was fine and that she would explain later. The lunch was nice, Ethan had an arm draped around her shoulders, laughing and going into details with Romy over the race. The German girl had stars in her eyes when talking about her overtakes and her feelings and emotions in her voice. When lunch was finally over, Julia excused herself to go to the restroom, followed by Romy who said she needed to as well. When they finally were alone, Romy jumped on her friend.

“I need to know everything! In detail! Don’t spare me!”

“Well, we kissed. And we might have gone further than just kissing.” Julia admitted, blushing.

“I knew it! Finally! It was about damn time! So, does it mean that I can start to organize couple dates? You, me, Kyle and Ethan?”

“I guess? I don’t know… We are taking it very slowly. I don’t really know where we stand exactly. It’s new and weird.”

“You are infuriating. Both of you. Sometimes I hate you because you make it harder than it needs to be. You love him! Tell him!”

“It’s not that simple!”

“Yes it is. You are just not ready to dive right in. Both of you. I just hope you won’t self-sabotage what is going on between you because you will regret it.”

“We won’t. It will be fine, you’ll see.”

And Julia didn’t know if she was trying to convince Romy or herself.

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐜 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐱𝐱 )

[ 𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( this man bruh )

It was a new feeling for him, becoming vulnerable with someone so close in his space.

He'd grown accustomed to being the leader, a trait that several people recognized in him from the day he started playing football - a trait which landed him the role of being Liverpool's captain as well the vice captain of his national team, and with being a leader; a part of him knew that he couldn't afford to be vulnerable, to give those critics more ammunition to use against him, yet each time he was her, he felt a good kind of different.

She lived across from his flat, and somehow; their surface level conversations were enough to draw him in, inadvertently watering the seed of his schoolboy crush which ultimately became something far more, a few talks here and there lead to him finally mustering up the courage to defeat the aching left by his former relationships and ask her out on a date, that'd been the stepping stone to an affair that is a rollercoaster to say the least.

Jordan struggled to express his emotions with words, so he makes up for it with his touch, he'd hold her during the nights they spend together; no words were exchanged despite both of them being quite aware of the fact what they had was a concoction of friendship and love, she knew that he was afraid of many things, of not being good enough to play anymore, for the club, for his country, he was afraid that he won't be good enough for her.

She watched him struggle with the cycle of melancholia, allowing every negative articulation to replace the blood that coursed through his veins.

The public had gotten to her, she'd notice a few comments here and there yet she didn't give them much mind; having been taught to take everything that humans say as rambles that enter one ear and go out the other way, he'd make comments here and there, alluding to him fully expecting her to walk away only to be surprised one night, while they were bare and entangled in each other's arms, she lies on top of him, pressing feather light kisses to his chest which to him helped to somewhat soothe the voices in his mind.

" I love you " He hears her faintly murmur in between each kiss until she reaches her lips to peck him, " I ... love ... you ... so ... much " she sounded out each word.

Their love was unique, yet fragile all at once - the people around them would ask when will we see her as his bride, when will she become his wife? a few rotten apples tried to weasel their way into the basket and poison him by falsely claiming that girls like her were only ever useful as one night hookups due to her history of affairs.

He silenced them by proudly boasting about her work, calling her his reason for moving, his source of life, a piece of paper should never determine that, falling in love is an emotion that is authentic and pure, it doesn't need any kind of validation other than that of God.

" Jord " He hears her whisper, as they lay together under the covers facing one another, he had one arm around her waist whilst the other was under his pillow, his eyes flutter open attempting to make out her angelic features which were illuminated by the moonlight creeping through the curtains, he musters up a hum in response. " What's wrong baby? "

" You're not mad at my mother right? " She tentatively asks. " She can be a lot but she means well "

One way or another, he knew she'd bring it up - last week they had dinner with her parents, and while her father was as polite as he can be, the same couldn't be said about her mother, the subtle digs at his profession not to mention the fact that he hadn't proposed yet did in fact hurt him as that dinner was supposed to be the moment in which he asks for their blessings, thankfully her father assured him he does not mind, if anything he is fully supportive which was all he needed, a faint smile tugs on his lips as he murmurs. " I can handle your mother "

" Listen, I don't care when you'll propose " She said, caressing his cheek with her hand as she leans closer to plant a kiss on his nose and giggles, " It can be tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. I don't care, as long as I'm with you "

" You love me that much huh? " He wonders, with the same tone she'd grown to spot, that was the tone he used whenever he doubted himself.

" Yes, I love you " She chose his statement, " Even when you forget to put your dirty clothes in the hamper sometimes, even when you nearly burnt our house down " she laughs, " even when I hear the world saying you're not good enough, I know for a fact that you're more than good enough for me "

Jordan pulls her in to kiss her as soft as he could, silently thankful that she was placed in his path; she'd become his source of strength whenever he felt weak, his haven whenever he felt overwhelmed by the world - she was the most incredible person he knew, and while the world may talk all they want, he never wanted to escape the lavender haze that engulfed them.

The following day, she'd spent her day off cleaning up the house and ensuring that dinner was ready by the time Jordan arrived with a lovely bouquet of lavender colored roses which elicited a smile on her face, " What's this? " she asks.

Jordan grins, " a token of my eternal love and ... I found out something quite odd today "

She takes a whiff of the roses before asking, " What is it? "

" You know how they say that the first months of the relationship are a honeymoon stage? " Jordan said.

" Yes " She nods.

" Well, with you, it spanned farther than a honeymoon, it became a haze " Jordan explains before he cheekily gestured to the roses, " a lavender haze "

" Oh " She giggles.

" Everyday with you feels like the first day, I fall in love with you every day in ways that motivate me to keep going, I just ... " Jordan laughs, " I am so happy that I have you "

" Aw baby " She cooed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. " I love you more "

Jordan said, " well in this case " he gently pulls out a box from his pocket and drops down on one knee. " Will you make me the happiest man in the world? and accept to live in that lavender haze for the rest of eternity? "

Her eyes brim with tears at the unique proposal, she nods with a broad smile, so broad that her cheeks hurt as he slipped the ring in then kissed her once again, " Forever " he murmurs.

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