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evie-sturns · 4 months

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𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

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summary: you and chris havent seen eachother in a few weeks, he invites you round. watching a movie together in his living room, he starts getting touchy on, and around your thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, swearing.

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me and chris are keeping a safe distance on the couch a few inches away from eachother, awkwardly watching the movie.

its been a few weeks since ive seen him, he's really busy filming and traveling and he knows its had an impact on me, i mean we had an argument over the phone yesterday, so these past few hours with him have been as though we just met -

"chris you barely have time for me anymore! ive started every conversation, me. and youve ended them." i yell through the phone on the brink of tears as he sighs deeply. "yeah y/n sorry im busy, sorry you're to blind to see that." he bites back through the phone. i assume the last thing he heard was my muffled sob before i hung up.

abruptly a sex scene flashes onto the tv, chris's breath hitches in his throat as he wipes his face. the actor on the screen reminds me of chirs, how he fucks, how his hair flops with each thrust. its turning me on.

i squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache thats forming between my legs. i see chris's eyes quickly dart over to me then to his lap. i rub my eyes as i try to distract myself.

without warning i feel chris's cold hand meet with my warm thigh, tracing circles on it. he knows what hes doing. his hand slide closer to just under my skirt, i feel just the tips of his fingertips graze the edge of my panties as he keeps rubbing my thigh. i accidentally let out a barley audible moan. chris digs his fingers slightly harder into my thigh as his pinky finger grazes my clit. "chris-.." i whisper "shh baby, you wouldnt want to miss the movie." he says teasingly as his hand creeps further up my thigh, by now my skirt has flipped up from chris's hand traces the waistband of my panties.

he rests one finger lightly on my clit, and i buck my hips up, trying to get more pressure. he rubs small circles on my clit, still not applying enough pressure. i let out a shaky breath as i try not to make noises. a large damp spot forms in the middles of my panties as he keeps circling my clit. "i cant.." i groan as i grip his dark-grey shirt and squirm on the couch. he grips my hand which is gripping his shirt and he moves it off of him. he places my hand on my breast. "more-.." i manage to squeeze out and thats enough for him to take his hand away from the outside of my panties. he grips my thigh and flips me over, im facing the headrest of the couch as he lifts me onto his lap. "fuck i missed this." he groans as he yanks my shirt off of me, discarding it somewhere across the room. i pull down his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out onto his happy trial.

his tip instantly becomes more red as my finger rubs his precum into his tip. without warning he stands up, keeping me propped up on his chest my my ass. he walks us over into his bedroom, which he clearly cleaned before i came over. he throws me down on his mattress pinning my hand above my head as he pulls my panties off, shoving them in his sweatpants pocket. "ya ready?" he says quietly as he pulls down his sweatpants a little more. "just go slow at first chris.." i say nervously "gotcha, its been a while so it might hurt a little." he reassures as he pushes his tip inside of me.

i instantly wince at the stretch as he pushes further inside of me. i grip his shirt for the second time tonight as he starts slowly thrusting, getting deeper each time. i let out loud moans "fuck baby, your so tight." he whispers into my ear as he picks up his thrusts. "im gonna c-" i warn "not yet baby." he says sternly as he thrusts deeper and faster "fuck not gonna last long with you clenching like that." he stutters as he goes faster.

"go on baby cum now, cum with me." chris says shakily as i instantly realease all over him "good girl oh my god.." he says pulling out and collapsing next to me. after a few minutes of laying in silence he stands up, pulling up his sweatpants. he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, my bare ass against his cheek.

i flail my arms and legs while laughing "chris!! put me down!" i giggle as he takes me into the bathroom. he bends down with all my weight on him and turns on the bath, once its full he gently places me inside the water.

"you're so pretty." Chris says breathlessly as he stares down at me.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 8 months

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 8

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Feels like a lifetime since we've heard from these two jokers XD

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: Mild Alien spoilers, Swearing, Drinking, IT'S A SLOW BURN BUT IT SIZZLES

WC: 3000+

Part 1 | Masterlist

“C’mere, I wanna show you something.” Jake waves you over from the couch while Bradley searches for microwaveable popcorn in the pantry.

You approach Jake and he pats the spot beside him, his phone in his hand and a huge grin on his face. You take a seat beside him and he holds his phone out so that you can see the screen.

“Watch this,” he says, scrolling up to a video compilation of cat fails.

“Oh my god, not again,” you groan, rolling your eyes.

“No, it’s a good one!” he exclaims excitedly, moving closer to ensure you’re not missing any of the action.

You chuckle when yet another cat flips out at the sight of a cucumber and shake your head. “This is ridiculous.”

“Hang on, I’ve got another one,” he says.

By the time Bradley enters the living room with a bowl of popcorn, you and Jake are dying of laughter on the couch. Bradley grimaces. “You guys are so weird.”

“No, Bradley, you have to see this!” you say, snatching Jake’s phone out of his hand and holding it out to your brother as he sets the bowl down on the coffee table.

Bradley watches the video patiently – albeit with a cringe – and then sighs. “I don’t get it,” he says.

“What’s to get?” Jake cries out as though Bradley has personally offended him.

Bradley gives him an amused look. “Can we watch the movie now?” he asks.

Jake glances over at you sourly. “How does one ‘not get’ cat videos?”

Bradley snorts, planting himself on the other end of the couch. Jake leans over you to reach for the popcorn.

“What are we watching?” you say, trying to ignore the cologne that wafts your way as Jake moves in closer.

“Alien,” Bradley replies with a grin.

You grimace. “I did not consent to this.”

Jake chuckles. “We did not consult with you for a reason.”

You roll your eyes. “Next pick is mine,” you say.

“Deal,” Bradley agrees, hitting Play.

You lean your back into the cushions, mentally preparing yourself for the jump scares, and pull your knees up to your chin, wrapping your arms around your legs. Jake nudges you with his shoulder while the opening credits roll. “You’ll be fine,” he says.

You give him a sour look. “Isn’t that what you said about the haunted house last week?”

His lips spread into a sheepish smirk. “And you lived to tell the tale, didn’t you?”

You turn away to face the television. “Just barely.”

He laughs.

“You two better shut up,” Bradley says just as a spaceship comes into view.

“Nothing’s even happening,” you say.

Bradley gapes at you. “Don’t you dare talk shit about this movie,” he says ominously.

You scoff, gesturing at the screen with your entire arm. “Are you worried you’re going to miss the score?”

Jake glances over at you with a grin. “You’re just looking to make enemies tonight.”

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It takes some time for you to relax into a comfortable sitting position in between your brother and his best friend. The suspense of the film is making you drive your back further into the couch and your tense muscles are beginning to ache.

When you place your hand too close to Jake’s on the cushion, you jerk it away immediately, without even looking at him. But a few moments later, you feel the brush of his knuckle against your pinky finger. You keep your hand still this time, wondering if he’s touched you on purpose. You’re so focused on the contact that you’re barely registering what’s happening onscreen. You don’t even flinch when Kane is suddenly attacked by a slimy facehugger. Bradley, on the other hand, jumps a foot off the couch and yelps with excitement.

“You’ve seen this before, right?” you say, eyeing your brother with a small smirk.

He responds by tossing a handful of popcorn at you while Jake chuckles quietly to your right. When Bradley returns his attention to the screen, Jake grazes a couple of fingers over your hand and your heart leaps into your throat.

Jake Seresin is stroking your hand.

Well, at the very least he stroked it once, very lightly, almost imperceptibly, as though trying to determine if you might mind. But it was done with intention, of that you are certain. So, you move your fingers slightly, responding to his touch, but you don’t dare look in his direction.

Satisfied that you’re a willing participant, Jake slowly slides his hand over yours, and you suppress a shiver from the series of electric shocks that set your nerve-endings ablaze. His fingers slip between yours and his thumb skims the side of your hand, softly at first, tentatively. But as your hand reacts to his touch, lifting slightly off the couch, his thumb moves more confidently, his fingers drifting across your palm before he takes your hand in his. Meanwhile, you nearly pass out from the obscene pleasure this brings.

You have absolutely no idea what’s happening in the movie and you sincerely hope that Bradley doesn’t feel like discussing it in detail once it’s over.

“Fuck!” Bradley exclaims suddenly, making you jolt and pull your hand out of Jake’s grasp and into your lap. “We’re out of popcorn,” he says, getting up from the couch. He flicks the lights on on his way back into the kitchen.

You gulp uneasily, staring at the paused frame on the screen. You’re not sure if Jake is looking at you, but you’re too chickenshit to check. And then your phone buzzes on the coffee table.

You leave the room to answer it, because it’s the cute guy from your Intro to Psych course that asked for your number the previous week, and you really don’t want to be talking to him in the presence of the cute guy that’s been holding your hand on the couch for the better part of the evening.

When you return, Bradley’s back in the living room. As soon as you enter, he asks, “Who was that?”

“Mind your own business,” you respond and Bradley shakes his head, smirking.

Meanwhile, Jake is fiddling with a loose thread on the couch, completely ignoring you.

You lower yourself back onto the couch and say, “If you must know, it’s a friend from school. He’s putting together a study group and asked if I wanted to join.”

Jake looks up at you sharply. “Does that group consist of more than two people?” he asks pointedly.

You give him a flat look. “Does that matter?” you say, mildly annoyed at his insinuation.

“Basically, it’s a date,” Jake says, visibly displeased.

You roll your eyes. “He wants to study.”

Bradley snorts. “Yeah, right. Like I used to study with Martha, right Jake?”

Jake looks like he might throw up.

Bradley settles in his seat and says, “We finishing this movie or what?”

Jake rises from the couch. “I’ve uh, got an early morning,” he says.

Bradley lifts an eyebrow. “Dude, we’re literally going to the same place at the same time.”

Jake sighs impatiently. “And it’s early, is it not?”

Bradley looks down at the fresh bowl of popcorn in his lap with a scowl. “You could’ve said something sooner.”

“Sorry, bro,” Jake says. He turns to nod at you. “See ya, Baby B.”

You want to talk to him – you need to talk to him. He was literally holding your hand not five minutes ago. The Jake Seresin – the guy you’ve been crushing on since forever – your brother’s best friend – the dude who’s been with every female within a ten-mile radius – has suddenly shown interest in you. You cringe to yourself; perhaps he’s exhausted all other options. This unsettling thought nestles into your brain just as Jake starts for the door and you decide that, perhaps, you shouldn’t talk about it at all. Jake is, without a doubt, the opposite of boyfriend material. And, as much as you would love to finally have him, being just another notch on his belt would only bring you misery – and destroy your friendship.

So, you glance over at your brother with a sigh and say, “I’ll finish the movie with you, bro.”

Bradley grins widely and reaches for the remote.

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The following evening is a Friday and Bradley insists on dragging you and Jake out to the club so that he could meet up with a new friend. You don’t mind dancing, but you do mind the obvious rift between you and Jake after the events of the previous evening.

Jake keeps about three feet of distance between the two of you at all times, and barely speaks a word to you directly. When Bradley goes off with his girl, you and Jake remain awkwardly in place, not even remotely moving to the blaring music.

“Drink?” he finally says, glancing up at you warily.

You shrug. “Why not?”

He leads the way to the bar through the crowded club, only occasionally looking over his shoulder to check that you’re still behind him. You trail him grudgingly, not at all eager to spend the next several hours in silence while Jake works up the nerve to clear the air. Obviously, the hand-holding was a mistake; both of you are aware of that fact. And, clearly, if something as trivial as that is having an impact on your relationship, anything less tame is unequivocally out of the question.

You lean into the bar, waiting for one of the bartenders to take your order. You steal a glance at Jake, but he’s not looking at you at all. He nods at a female bartender, and she comes to your side of the bar immediately. You roll your eyes when he gives her a smile.

“Two tequila shots, please,” he says.

You grimace. “No, thank you,” you say, holding a hand to your stomach as you recall the night you nearly died.

Jake looks over at you curiously. “I thought we were drinking,” he says.

“I will never have tequila again as long as I live,” you respond.

Jake smirks slightly and turns back to the bartender. “Fine, one tequila and whatever the lady wants.”

The lady. You nearly choke on air. “Vodka, please,” you say to the bartender. “If we’re doing shots.”

“We’re doing shots,” Jake confirms, shooting the bartender a dazzling grin.

When she leaves, Jake turns to face you with a sheepish smirk. “We’re gonna get good and drunk, sugar.”

You give him a tight smile. “My favorite pastime,” you respond wryly.

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re such a dork.”

You gaze at him nonchalantly. “Takes one to know one,” you say matter-of-factly.

Jake laughs briefly and then glances over his shoulder, looking for the bartender. The short-lived momentum in your conversation has evidently come to grinding halt and the two of you are right back to an uncomfortable silence.

The drinks arrive shortly after and Jake hands you a shot. “Bottoms up, peach,” he says.

You bring the vodka to your lips and down the shot, hoping the alcohol might make the evening more bearable.

Jake eyes you carefully as you set down your empty glass. “One more?” he asks.

You glance at him uneasily. While getting hammered with Jake isn’t the worst way to spend a Friday night – in fact, it’s something you would have killed for a couple of months ago – you know that it’ll just end up perpetuating your ridiculous crush, no matter how much Jake seems to regret the events of the previous evening. “I think I’ll go dance,” you say, drifting away from the counter slowly.

Jake nods as you slip into the crowd. “Have fun!” he calls after you as you disappear amidst a sea of moving bodies.

You squeeze your way through the crowd toward the center of the club, where it’s most dense, and feel your tense muscles finally start to relax. You sway to the beat, moving your hips and lifting your arms as you lose yourself in song after song. You don’t need Jake to have fun, you’ve got guys making eyes at you from all directions.

You smile back at a particularly handsome one who catches your eye because his shirt is partially unbuttoned, and his chest is toned and glistening under the flashing lights. He approaches you confidently, showing off his dance moves as he nears. You laugh and bite your bottom lip, holding his gaze seductively. Jake has likely already found someone to take home with him, so why shouldn’t you let loose and have a good time?

Once he’s closer, you realize how tall he is, which only makes him hotter. You always loved that about Jake, too: that you have to stand on the tips of your toes just to hug him without smacking your face into his shoulder. You blink a couple of times, trying to rid your mind of Jake, who’s probably already making out in a cab back to his place.

The guy who’s dancing with you takes you by the waist, pulling you against his hips. You’re quite fond of his cheeky smile so you don’t resist. You can totally see Jake being this brazen with a random girl he meets at a club. For once, you get to be the girl – even if it isn’t with Jake.

You snake your hands behind his neck but, before your fingers meet, someone jumps out of the crowd shouting “HEY! HEY! HEY!” You try to figure out what’s happening in the darkness as an arm slides in between your bodies, prying you apart.

“Jake?” You blink, still trying to make him out in the swirling beams of light as he hooks his arm around your stomach and nearly lifts you off the ground to move you away.

You’re still in shock as he rounds on the guy who was dancing with you, towering over him somehow ever though they appear to be the same height. He’s yelling something indiscernible because the music is too loud for you to hear anyone not directly facing you, but, whatever it is, it’s enough to make your hot guy raise his arms in surprise and back away.

The crowd separates to accommodate the altercation but you don’t wait around to see how far Jake will go. As soon as you realize what’s happening, you jump forward to grab Jake’s arm and pull him away.

Jake resists at first but, when you drive both your hands into his abdomen and push, he submits, taking several steps back and letting your suitor escape into the crowd.

“What the actual fuck, Jake?” you shriek, giving him an extra shove.

The space around the two of you condenses as people start to fill in the gaps on the open floor, and the two of you end up being jostled a bit by the crowd. “He was touching you!” Jake yells as you’re thrown into his chest by an overly enthusiastic dancer behind you.

“So?” you yelp as Jake catches you before your face can crash into his solid chest.

“Inappropriately!” Jake clarifies in outrage.

You give him an astounded grimace. “I’m an adult, Jake!” you shout. “I happen to like being touched inappropriately.”

Jake stares at you in horror, his hands still firmly gripping your arms. The crowd continues to push and shove, swaying the two of you this way and that but mostly into each other.

You gulp anxiously as he continues to study you, an angry swarm of butterflies suddenly assailing your insides so mercilessly you can hardly feel your legs. Jake isn’t taking his eyes off you despite all the knocking around by the crowd, and you wish, in that moment, that you could read his mind, because you really can’t afford to misinterpret his actions.

Jake creases his eyebrows, as if, he too, is desperately trying to read you. Neither of you is dancing despite the driving beat of the music. If not for the occasional bump, you would be standing completely still.

Although you haven’t moved an inch and, presumably, neither has Jake, you feel as though you’ve gradually been getting closer. Slowly, Jake’s hold on your arms relaxes and his hands drift upward to your shoulders.

Your chest feels absolutely weightless as you draw in breath after breath, as Jake’s fingertips trail slowly up the sides of your neck, as you lift your face closer and closer to his. You stare at him mutely as his hands drift up to cradle your face, and fight to keep from gasping as his thumbs slide slowly across your cheeks.

You feel a soft tug as he pulls you in and you stretch your neck out to reach him at the same time as he stoops lower to meet you in the middle. And you’re about to have the most exquisite kiss of your life when someone blows into you from the side, nearly knocking you right off your already wobbly legs.

Jake’s reaction speed is about fifteen times faster than yours and he’s able to catch you before you faceplant onto the sticky club floor.

“You okay?” he asks in alarm as you groan, still doubled over from the impact.

As soon as you straighten your back and give Jake a weak smile, you see your brother appear over Jake’s shoulder.

“There you guys are!” Bradley exclaims, patting Jake on the back. “Having a good time?”

Jake looks over at Bradley with an uneasy expression, his hands promptly dropping from your shoulders. “We’re having a blast,” he replies loudly, over the blaring music.

Bradley holds up both of his thumbs. “Excellent! Ready to head out?”

Jake glances at you briefly and then nods at Bradley. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Bradley eyes you suspiciously. “You good?”

You blink between him and Jake and then shrug with a tight smile. “Great,” you say. “Lead the way.”

Once Bradley walks ahead, you glance nervously at Jake. He’s watching you grimly, clearly unhappy about something. He shuts his eyes tightly and rubs at them vigorously with his thumb and index finger. Finally, he looks back at you apologetically and nods toward the exit. “Let’s go,” is all he says.

You don’t bother arguing and start after your brother with Jake on your heels. The moment you step outside, he’s back to standing three feet away.

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f1goat · 6 months

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his teammate + lando norris x part thirteen

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut

masterlist - playlist

“I really need to get some air,” you say to Lando and Layla, “I uh, I will see you later.”

Before either of them can react you’re already walking away. You almost run through the crowd from the night club to get outside. You need air. Fresh air. You know that you don’t have all the information, but at this moment it’s enough for you. Lando ignored your messages, made no effort to find you tonight and all because he’s talking with an ex. Maybe not an ex girlfriend, but at least some girl he used to fuck regularly.

When you’re finally outside you’re quick to find a bench on the street. You take place on it and let out a big sigh. In what sort of mess have you gotten yourself? You pull out your phone and notice that it’s filling up with notifications from Lando. Multiple messages are coming in. You already feel drenched, but still you start to read them.

Lando: babygirl where did you go to?

Lando: she doesn’t mean anything

Lando: tell me where you are so I can explain

Lando: babygirl?

You don’t reply to his messages. You need time to think about everything that happened. What does Lando mean with his text? She doesn’t mean anything. What is that saying? You feel yourself getting panicked. What if Pierre is right? Could it be that Lando is still sleeping around? You don’t want to think about it, you know you should trust Lando and you really try to do so. But he’s making it so hard for you tonight.

You think back about last weeks. He never gave you a reason to distrust him. Not once. Then why are you this quick to run away from him? Maybe it’s because you haven’t talked about everything that happened between him and Maisie yet. You should talk about everything she has said when you spoke her. Lando needs to tell you what’s true and what isn’t.

When a girl takes a seat next to you on the bench, you don’t even realize it at first.

“I told Lando that you’d probably rather hear it from me right now,” the girl says suddenly. When you look at her you realize that it’s Layla. Without the people around her and the colored lights from the club, you notice how beautiful she is. “Since it looked bad,” she continues to speak, “and Lando is drunk and will probably make things even worse right now.”

Make things worse? What can he make worse? Your mind shifts to the worst case scenario’s.

“What do you mean?” You ask Layla.

“Lando wasn’t flirting with me, he didn’t want to take me back to his hotel or anything like that,” she tells you, “and I can promise you that he’s a total different person then when I saw him last time. A year ago.”

“He wasn’t?” You ask.

Layla simply nods. “He was apologizing.”

“Apologizing?” You ask even more confused.

“I know this sounds weird,” Layla tells you with a soft laugh, “but he has gotten it into his head to apologize to every girl he has hurt. Apparently one of his exes showed up in his drivers room and acted all crazy? He’s trying to protect you from that I guess.”

“Promise?” You ask her, “It was really that?”

She simply nods and takes your pink to intertwine it with hers. “Pinky promise,” she says.

After that you take your time to talk with her. Layla tells you about her and Lando. She had sex with him a couple times - “He didn’t even take his time with me, I never came” - and was around him for a bit of fame now that she was honest about it. Lando always told her that it would be a just sex thing with no strings, which she agreed onto. Last formula one season was the last time she saw him. He didn’t plan to meet her here tonight, but they walked into each other.

“I swear I didn’t believe him when he told me he was dating somebody,” Layla tells you laughingly, “but then he started to apologize for how he treated me and everything. I haven’t spoken that long with him, but he actually seems like a whole different person.”

You show her a small smile.

“You did a good job with him,” Layla tells you, “I always knew there was more to him then this player bad boy type. You brought the real him back.”

“He did it himself,” you tell her shyly, “I didn’t do anything.”

“He did it for you,” Layla interrupts you, “I know you didn’t tell him to change and deserve you, but he decided that he wanted you and that he needed the best version of himself to get you. You’re a lucky girl.”

Before you can respond to Layla the boy you’re busy talking about shows up himself. Lando is quietly standing in front of Layla and you. He looks at you. He looks nervous.

“This is my sign to go,” Layla speaks up while she stands up from the bench, “It was nice meeting you y/n and Lando thanks for the apologies. Everything is forgiven.” With those words she walks away, leaving Lando and you alone.

“I overreacted,” you confess to Lando, “I’m sorry Lan, I shouldn’t have thought like that without asking you first.”

“And I should have reacted to your texts and found you before her,” Lando tells you, he takes a place next to you on the bench. He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you close to himself. “I was so surprised to see her that I forgot about the rest,” Lando adds, “and maybe I should have introduced you different to her.”

“Can you take me back to the hotel?” You ask Lando.

“I can’t drive, but I can fix us a cab,” Lando jokes before pulling out his phone.

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The following two weeks are hard on you. Lando is busy with simulator work and apologizing to every girl he can find. That means your Instagram is full with photos from Lando and those girls. Every time you open Instagram some gossip account has posted a new photo from Lando with another girl. You’re constantly reminded of how beautiful the girls all are. They are always influencers with a lot of followers, models or strangers who still look like they should be a model. You trust Lando, but you’re missing your time with him.

And you’re having a hard time with the fact that it’s still not official between the two of you.

Y/N: when are you back?

Lando: patience babygirl

Lando: I’ll be back in your arms in no time ;)

Y/N: what’s no time?

Lando: depends how tomorrow will go

Y/N: i miss you

Lando: i miss you too

Messages like that are almost getting too familiar to you. Sometimes you wonder if you can actually do this. You thought it would be easier. Sleepless nights are nothing new for you lately, you can already guess that tonight will be another one. Hours you’re spending awake while doubting everything. Is it supposed to be like this when you’re not even officially in a relationship?

You let out a sigh. For the tenth time you turn yourself around in bed. You miss Lando his presence next to you right now. It would be much better if he was laying here with you. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just him being here - next to you - would solve everything right now. You scroll on your Instagram. Of course the first thing you see is a new picture from Lando with a girl. Why did he decide to apologize to everyone? You can’t stand the idea anymore. Mainly because there are so many girls.

Slowly you feel your cheeks getting wet. You didn’t even realize you were crying. A couple tears roll down on your cheeks. Before you know it, you’re sobbing as well. Fuck what a mess. It’s not like there’s anything wrong between you and Lando. There’s no fight or anything like that. You just miss him and you have the feeling you have so much to talk about with him. And all those girls he’s with aren’t helping. You know he means well by apologizing to them, but you’re done with it.

You hear a soft knock on your door. It’s probably Max. He has been worried about you the last days. Of course he knew before you even realized yourself that you weren’t great at the moment. You wipe away some tears and try to look a bit more positive before answering.

“Come in,” you say.

When the door opens you’re taken aback by surprise. It makes you only cry harder. You have no idea if those tears are from happiness or sadness anymore.

“Babygirl?”

Lando rushes inside your room when he sees your state. He is fast to close the door and kick off his shoes, before he sits down on the bed next to you. Without saying anything he takes you into his arms. Softly he caresses your back. He presses soft kisses against your face. He can taste the saltiness of your tears. It hurts him to find you like this. He expected the opposite. He thought you would be happy when he entered your room after barely seeing each other lately. But it seemed like he only made you cry (harder?).

“What’s wrong baby?” Lando asks you softly.

You don’t react at first. You try to, but you can’t get a normal word out. The only sounds leaving your mouth are sobs at the moment.

“Take your time,” Lando tells you. He presses another kiss against your head. This time at your forehead. He presses you against his chest.

“We.. we,” you try to say, but again it’s mostly sobs, “we uh, we really need to t.. talk.”

“Talk?” Lando asks you confused. This is something he really didn’t expect. The words sound bad. Why do you really need to talk with him? Is there something wrong? He knows he wasn’t around as much the last two weeks, but he tried to make amends with multiple exes and was busy with simulator work. “About what?” He asks further.

“Everything,” you cry out.

Lando starts to feel nervous. This sounds bad. You try to calm yourself so you can properly tell Lando what’s on your mind. In the mean time you notice Lando his confused - and nervous, looks. Fuck, this isn’t what you wanted.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” you tell Lando honestly, “I missed you like cray and all I see are pictures from you with exes. I know you’re apologizing, but I don’t want to see all those pictures every time.”

“I’m doing this for you babygirl,” Lando states, “What if there’s one who’s crazier then Maisie? What if they will search you out? And it’s helping me to better myself. Otherwise I never deserve you.”

Those words make you cry again.

“Stop,” you sob, “stop bettering yourself for me.”

Lando looks confused at you.

“You’re more then enough,” you tell him, “and I need you to realize that.”

“I’m more then enough but when I try to surprise you I find you crying about me,” Lando mutters, “Then I’m doing something wrong. This can’t be more then enough.”

“It’s,” you try to explain yourself but you can’t find the right words. “Fuck,” you mutter, “I don’t know how to explain.”

“Explain what?”

“How I’m feeling,” you sigh.

“Fuck this is what I meant,” Lando says, he raises his voice a bit. “Look at what I caused,” he continues, “you’re a crying mess because of me.” After saying those words he stands up. He walks away from your bed. “I know what you’re feeling,” Lando sighs, “and you don’t have to say it or explain it. I understand. I’ll leave you alone from now on.”

After hearing those words you’re quick to stand up as well. Before Lando can take another step, you grab his arm. “Stop,” you tell him, “Stay here. I don’t want any of that. I’ll try to explain myself, but please stop thinking so negative about yourself.”

“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused.

“You Lando, I still want you and that won’t change anytime soon. I want to know why we aren’t official yet. I don’t want to miss you as much as I did last weeks. And I really want you to stop fixing things with all those girls. I really can’t stand all those pictures.”

Together you sit down on your bed again.

“We aren’t official yet because I didn’t dare to ask you before I fixed everything about myself,” Lando confesses, “There are girls who will hate you for being with me because of what I did to them. Every fan will think that I use you. And I can’t offer you everything you deserve, like a nice family in law.”

“I don’t care about all that,” you tell Lando.

“After Max found out about us I asked him permission to make it official,” Lando confesses, “and now I’m doing some sort of shit tour to fix problems from my past. After that I was going to ask you. I have planned it out already.”

“Stop planning it and start doing it,” you state, “I don’t want any grand gesture, I just want you Lan.”

“You want to be my girlfriend?” Lando asks confused, “Even when everyone will have an opinion about us?”

“I thought you didn’t care about opinions,” you say confused.

“I don’t, but I do care about you getting hate reactions because you’re dating me.”

“I don’t care about that,” you sigh.

“I still won’t ask you,” Lando states. You can’t help it and let out another soft sob. “I have planned something great for tomorrow, then I’ll ask you,” Lando continues.

“Promise?” You ask Lando hopefully.

“Promise.”

The rest of the night you spend in your bed with Lando. The two of you talk about everything that happened lately. Lando told you about all the conversations he had with exes. The one would forgive him on the spot, others would still hate him. You told him multiple times that he could stop with his apology tour. “I’m glad,” he said eventually, “because some of those used me even more then I used them.” You told him about everything that was upsetting you. Finally you talked about everything that happened with Maisie. Lando could confirm to you that almost everything she told you were lies. You’ve told Lando multiple times that he deserves you. Things finally felt alright again. That night you slept like a baby. You were finally back in Lando his arms.

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The following day Lando kept his promise. He took you out on an amazing date - in public. The two of you spend some time walking through the streets of Monaco before he took you with him to a luxurious restaurant. It was located on a small boat. You have never eaten that well somewhere. After that you walked back to Lando his apartment, which he transferred into a romantic place.

There were candles everywhere and he even sprinkled around some rose petals on the floor. There was a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you as well, together with a small teddy bear who was wearing a mini LN4 shirt. The cutest teddy bear you have ever seen.

Then Lando finally asked you the question you had been waiting for. Of course you didn’t even let him finish and said yes. It’s finally official. The same night he posted multiple pictures from you two on his socials. Captioned with ‘still don't know how I pulled this off, but so fucking glad i did'. It was his first own Instagram post in years.

You have never been happier.

The following race week Lando made sure that everyone who didn’t knew already that you were his would know by now. After finally getting his deserved first place, you were the first one he searched for. He ignored Christian and ran right up to you. You don’t know how many people watch the race, but every single one of them saw Lando running up to you to kiss you.

that was it everyone! thank y'all so much for all the interactions <3 next story will be out soon!

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luveline · 7 months

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Jadeee you are feeding us well today (screw those anons) if you’re still taking requests i thought the “would you still love me as a worm” prompt was funny and am curious to see Steve’s version if possible? If you’re not taking requests, so sorry!

hi! tysm for requesting ♡ fem!reader

Steve arrives with a shout and a loud bang. You glance up from your book, ear turned to the stairs as he hisses a swear.

"You okay?" you call.

He swears again. "Hey! I forgot you were coming over tonight."

You lounge in his bed in pyjamas he bought for you, your hair out of your face, completely at home. "Your bed is more comfortable than mine."

Steve bounds up the steps from the sounds of it, mildly breathless but beaming as he passes the threshold and launches himself at you. You shriek as he crushes the pages of your book between you, his hands needling under your back and his weight on your stomach. "You're freezing!" you yelp, trying to squirm away.

He's too determined. "God, I'm happy you're here. I'm thinking, fuck, I miss my baby, I wonder if she'll answer my calls tonight or if I'll have to beg–"

"Yeah, because I usually make you beg to see me." You brush the hair from his face, eyes narrowed at him playfully.

Steve shifts his weight to keep the majority of it off of you, one leg sliding between yours and the other on the outside of your thigh. His lips are as cold as his hands but gentle as he kisses you, misaligned, your bottom lip clearly catching his attention. "I would've," he murmurs between soft kissing, his nose brushing yours as he raises higher. "Would've done anything."

"Lucky you, I never make a pretty boy beg," you say, his breath warming your lips. You stay like that for two seconds, three, eyes closed and breathing in the other.

He gives you a quick peck before settling in the curve of your neck. "This is awesome. Friday night party. Oh! And I've been meaning to ask you something so it's perfect that you're right here, Robin asked me and I wanted to ask you because I was thinking about it in the car…" He loses concentration, his hand stroking up behind your shoulder, as if to say, Hey, I got you.

"Did you get much sleep last night?" you ask, bemused.

"Totally…" He fakes a snore.

"Steve. What did you want to ask me?"

"Oh, yeah." He picks himself up from your neck. You must look squished, soft-jawed and unmade, but Steve doesn't look any less in love than usual. "Would you still love me as a worm?"

"What?" you ask, stroking his cheek with the back of your pinky. "Do you want to shower before you go totally dumb on me?"

"I'm serious, this is a serious question. And I only want to shower if you're coming with me, but this is important. Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"Yeah, Steve. Of course I would." You smile as he smiles, tandem beaming that feels silly but good. "Why would you be a worm, though?"

"See, this is what I asked Rob, and she said that doesn't matter but it doesn't make any sense. I told her I'd love her if she was a worm and she said she wouldn't love me because bugs give her the heebies. That's sick, right?"

"Well, would you love me if I was?" you ask.

"Are you stupid?" Steve noses at your neck, words said in tiny bursts of heat on your skin, "I'd turn myself into a worm to be with you forever."

"Now I feel like I should've said that."

"No way. I loved how little you hesitated," he praises. Like a cat nuzzling a post, his hair tickles you. "If we were worms together we wouldn't have to work. We'd spend all day hugging."

"Ew, all slithered together," you say, delighted.

"Twisted around each other. Not not like this," he says, kissing your cheek sweetly. "We'd be the best worms ever. Me and you."

You encourage him off of you to rescue your murdered paperback. Steve rolls onto his back, please smile lingering as he stretches out and sighs with relief. He needs a shower, and a shoulder massage, or a naked back rub while you watch TV. You'll order takeout, eat it with wet hair from the shower and ankles locked on the couch.

"I'm glad we're not worms," you say, sitting up. Steve meets your eyes, his brown and dark in the dim lighting. "I really love us right now. I love you."

You kiss his forehead.

"I'll go get the shower running, okay?" you ask, climbing from the bed.

Steve's voice comes quiet and hoarse as he calls after you, "I love you too!"

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hysteria-things · 2 months

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I need a 3rd part with Nate soooo bad

SINFUL DESIRES (part three)

read part one here

read part two here

read part four here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re going on a date this weekend! oh, and the date is your arch nemesis… so you say.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing, friendly banter

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 704

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: second anon i kid you not i wrote this in the afternoon and had it in my drafts to post later and when i saw that in my inbox i was gobsmacked LMAO

ANYWAY thank you sm and here is the awaited part three💕

the mirror placed on the wall next to your front door has your reflection on it as you fix up your hair and lipgloss.

you still cannot fathom that you’re going on a date with nathan doe.

well, he didn’t want to admit that it was a date. he said — and quote — “we should go get something to eat this weekend. dress fancy, too!”

the ringing of the doorbell echoes through the foyer, and you give one last peek at yourself before opening the door.

nate’s dressed in a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and shoes. he has a small bouquet of tulips in his hand, your favorite flowers ever since you were little.

he remembered.

his eyes scan your body that’s hugged with a sage green dress that has some poof to it, daisies embroidered on it. the sleeves are off the shoulders, and gold jewelry decorates your ears and neck. “well, well, well. look who came to their enemy’s doorstep holding presents. how thoughtful.”

“oh, shut up. i’m here to pick you up for our date.”

his hand never left your thigh as he drove to the restaurant, and you hate to admit that the feeling made you blush.

he opens the door for you, and you step out to admire the exterior. the lights around it are dim and the colors of the building are warm earthy colors. it’s definitely an italian restaurant. also your favorite ever since you were a kid.

he remembered that, too.

the hostess brings you guys to the table, and you get settled as the both of you look through the menus.

“you look very beautiful tonight,” he says, peeking at you from above the menu since they're bigger than your heads.

you hide your smile with a lip bite. “thank you. you look handsome.”

he chuckles, tapping your foot from under the table. the waiter comes over, places your orders, and takes the menus.

nate leans on the table to admire you, smiling as you start talking. “do you know what we should do after this?”

“what should we do, pretty?”

man. that nickname’s starting to grow on you.

you grin. “we should go to barnes and noble. i need more books.”

“you don’t need more books.” he rolls his eyes. “nerd alert.”

he lets out a sound of pain when you kick him under the table. “nate, please? for me?” you give him puppy dog eyes along with a fake pout.

he crosses his arms. “we’re not going to fucking barnes and noble.”

you went to barnes and noble. you drag nate behind you by the pinky, smiling when the whiff of books hits you.

you go over to the young adult section, skimming through them to find a book that’ll interest you.

he’s leaning against the bookshelf, staring in awe. he doesn’t understand how one can love books so much, but it’s okay because it’s you.

when you find a book you like, you go over to the counter. “hello!” you greet, placing the object on the counter.

the cashier scans it, tapping a few buttons on the screen in front of her. “that’ll be $21.00.”

you go to reach for your card, but hear a BEEP and look up, seeing nate’s card inserted into the machine. “you already paid for dinner.” you say lowly.

he nudges you with his arm, taking out his card. “do you have a pen by chance?” he asks the woman, using his hand to portray a writing motion.

she gives one to him, and he moves you so you’re behind him. he starts to write something in your book, and you jump to try to look over his shoulder. it’s no use.

“na—”

“thank you.” he smiles, giving the pen back and grabbing your book. “let’s go.”

when you guys get comfortable in the car, you sigh. “what’d you write in it?”

he stares deep into your eyes, taking the book off of his lap and handing it to you without saying another word.

you hesitantly open it, and a small message written in blue pen is revealed on the inside cover.

y/n,

will you officially be my girlfriend?

circle one:

yes or yes

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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eee-lordy · 3 months

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Number 13 please? I love sickfics!

here is a short little sick/comfort blurb for ya 😍

"I don't feel so good."

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Jacob was bounding across the tarmac, suitcases flying behind him. After one long movie shoot and a never ending press tour he was finally home.

You stood giddy, watching him step closer and closer to car you waited outside of. Ever since he left to film, Jacob phoned every day, dreaming up plans with you for when he landed home again. There were countless dinners and dates and trips he couldn't wait to make happen with you, and it was finally time.

"My love!" You called, when he was finally in ear shot. Jacob halted his luggage by the tires of your car and swept you into an embrace that sent your heart fluttering. You hugged him back and let him lift your feet off the ground and rushed to stand and face him when you registered his sniffles.

"Miss me that much?!" You cooed. Jacob's eyes were red and misty, and then he spoke.

"Well duh. But... I don't feel so good." The poor guys voice was worn and you could tell now that there was a pallor to his face.

"Oh babe, come on let's get you home." You pet his face and watched as he grumbled in frustration, still keeping a hold of you.

"But we have reservations tonight. I really want to take you out. It's been too long-" Jacob whined and sniffled.

"Hey, s'okay. We can still make up for lost time without big plans. Don't argue! Get in the car, you poor tired thing." With a nudge, you directed your boy to head to the passenger seat while you snatched his luggage before he could reach it.

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That night you whipped up a cocktail of cold remedies, drew a bath that was probably too hot, and dotted on Jacob's every move.

"S'just a cold love, I'm not a cripple or something." Jacob laughed a stuffy chuckle as you presented him with a warm pair of joggers and an old concert tee.

"Even if you weren't sick I'd still be all over you silly. I've waited months to trail behind you like a lost puppy. Months!"

"God I'm so glad you're who I've got to come home too. Once I don't feel on the verge of constantly passing out, you're getting this treatment times a billion." Your sweet boy ended his declaration with a vicious cough.

He'd pushed himself so hard this last handleful if months, to get his film finished and promoted and get the hell home. It was no wonder he caught a little something at the tail end of his never ending adventure.

You saw Jacob off to bed, tucking yourself in at his side and insisting he save stories of his time away for the morning.

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The next day you snuck to the kitchen to cook up a big breakfast, letting him sleep away the sick and relishing in the simple fact that he was home at long last.

When Jacob finally padded into the main living space he tried insisting he felt much better, beginning a speech about taking you on a date.

"Absolutely not." You waved off the offer and sat the tall guy down. Neither of you were going anywhere until the red left his eyes and the sniffles stopped entirely. You ordered takeaway and kept Jacob on a steady cup of hot hot tea.

After a day of lounging, he seemed almost back to normal. Though you were hesitant to offer, you said "If you're still this lively by tomorrow night, I'll go out with you."

"Swear?" Jacob rose a brow, grinning in anticipation. You held out a pinkie as if to promise. You weren't long up, cozy in bed with your beloved boy, another early night.

And then... you woke up coughing. Awe fuck.

You tried to play it off. Like a passing tickle in your throat. But soon you were sat up sniveling away, much to your dismay. All your racket woke up the man at your side. And he registered your condition right off.

Jacob let out a low chuckle of surprise, a smile growing wider as he sat up to reach out to you.

"Jacob Elordi are you excited that I'm sick?"

"Of course not." He responded, planting a firm kiss to your head. "But I am looking forward to taking as much care of you as you've taken care of me the past two days."

You cooed and cuddled closer to his side, feeling weaker now that the sickness was unavoidably addressed.

"Don't you dare move. It's my turn now, my love." Jacob smiled, locking those beautiful dark eyes on yours before getting up to follow in your footsteps. Cooking and cleaning and laying out your clothes so you didn't have to lift a finger.

You were bummed to miss another night out. But you were so damn glad Jacob didn't let a little sickness ruin the time the pair of you had been waiting to spend connecting again after so long.

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#jacob elordi #jacob elordi x fem!reader #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi fanfic

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skybluewritings · 4 months

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Last summer Part 5, Felix Catton X fem!reader

Warning: There will be smut 18+

Note: Thank you so much for all of the lovely comments and likes!

For some reason he wouldn’t even look at her over the breakfast table, at first she wondered if maybe he was hungover like she was but he’d barely spoke a word to anyone. And when she got to the pool later that morning he was nowhere to be seen. Venetia was already on a lounger a magazine in her lap.

Venetia noticed her and grinned. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Like absolute death.” (Name) replied coming to lay on the lounger next to her.

Venetia laughed. “That would be the jelly shots we did, they tasted so good.”

She laughed too rubbing at her temple. “Which is probably why I did like half a tray of them.”

“You got so drunk last night you fell in a bush.” Venetia reminded her.

“Please don’t, I’d forgotten about that.” She groaned. “In fact everything after the jello shots is a blur, I don’t even really remember how I got back to my bedroom.”

“Oh it was probably Felix, when we left you guys he was practically guiding you up the stairs.”

A part of her foggy memory came back, it was Felix carrying her in his arms down the hallway then he helped her into bed. And whilst that should have felt like enough she had a nagging feeling she had missed something? Is that why Felix was being so distant had she offended him last night?

“Did you sense that there was something off with Felix at breakfast? I have this feeling that maybe I hurt him last night and I can’t remember what I said.” She admitted.

Venetia shook her head. “You would never have.”

“But that’s just it I’m so sure something happened. If I didn’t say anything then what else could it be?”

Venetia was quiet for a moment. “Can I be honest with you?”

Her throat tightened. “Yeah, go for it.”

“The two of you were really close at the party is it possible that maybe a line was crossed?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that,” Venetia took her sunglasses off,” The two of you have this thing between you whether you realise it or not. Perhaps one of you tried it on with the other and got shot down?”

She knew her own feelings well enough for Felix and the past couple of weeks had given her some hope he felt the same. It wasn’t enough hope to be 100 percent certain, but it was there. What if last night she had thrown caution to the wind, made a move and had been rejected?

She took a deep breath. “If I admit this to you it stays between us.”

Venetia held out her pinky and (Name) shook on it. “I swear.”

“I do have feelings for him,” She swallowed hard, “So it’s possible he’s just feeling embarrassed because he had to reject me.”

A weight was lifted off her, she had never confessed how she truly felt about Felix to anyone let alone his sister.

“You’ll never know unless you speak to him.” Venetia told her.

“Okay fine I’ll-I’ll talk to him.” She agreed. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you actually.”

“Why?”

Venetia smiled at her. “For defending me in front of everyone, no one apart from Farleigh and Felix has ever had my back.”

She smiled back. “I would want someone to do the same for me.”

She knocked on Felix’s bedroom door several times but there was no response, she gave up and walked away defeated and a little annoyed. As she headed back down to the pool she ran into Farleigh, he opened his mouth to greet her but was cut off.

“Hey have you seen Felix anywhere?” She asked urgently.

“Good morning to you as well.” Farleigh responded. “Why do you need to find him?” 

“I need to know if he’s okay. Do you know where he is?” She told him.

“Well last time I saw him he’d gone off to town to buy ice for the dinner party tonight.”

It seemed convenient he had so suddenly left the house.

“Dinner party?” 

He gave her an obvious look. “Yes the dinner party, the one that Elspeth hasn’t stopped talking about for weeks. The one we all have to be at!”

(Name) shut her eyes and rubbed at her temples. “Yep the dinner party. Oh my god I had totally forgotten.”

“Well they’re certainly interesting, so I’ll see you there.” Farleigh told her and walked away.

She would have to speak with him that night and get to the bottom of it.

The dinner party was as interesting as Farleigh had said. She was pretty sure the couple she was sat next to at one point had propositioned her for a threesome…The champagne was making some guests friendlier than others. But it was hard to focus on most of the inane conversation when Felix was once again still not looking at her. After dinner had finished the next part of the evening was about to begin. When they were in the hallway out of the dinning room she noticed Felix slope off, she politely excused herself to go join him.

She found him outside leant against the wall smoking, she had seen dressed in a suit before but there was something about this time that made her feel warm.

“Hey.” She said approaching him.

He looked up from the cigarette and glanced briefly at her. “Oh hi.”

“Is everything okay?” She gently asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He replied bluntly.

She touched his arm. “Because you haven’t spoken to me at all today.”

He shrugged her off. “Maybe I don’t feel like talking.”

“Come on please!”

“I’m fine ok.” He said firmly.

She snatched the cigarette from him and threw it to the ground crushing it under her heel. He turned to her outraged.

“What the fuck was that for?”

She glared at him. “Can you stop acting like a little boy for five seconds and be my friend?!”

He rolled his eyes. “There’s that word again ‘friend’. Yeah that’s right I’m your fucking friend.”

She stared back at him not knowing what to say. It was then that everything from the previous night came back. The conversation in the back of the taxi, him carrying her to bed and then in her room when he placed her hand to his heart. And OH GOD- he had basically admitted to having feelings for her and she had been too drunk to respond. She hadn’t been the one to put herself on the line it had been him! And she’d inadvertently rejected him.

“Do you like me?” Her voice was quiet.

“Why do you sound so surprised?! I literally told you last night, but you made it pretty obvious that you don’t feel the same.”

She shook her head. “No that’s-that’s not true at all I just didn’t fully understand until now when I remembered everything.”

He furrowed his brow. “Wait did you forget about what happened?”

“Yeah, well I was really drunk.” She gingerly told him.

“Now that you understand what do you uh think about it?” He asked her.

“I really like you.” She confessed, feeling extremely jittery.

He laughed and softly took her hands in his. “I can’t believe this! The whole time I was into and you were feeling exactly the same.”

She had dreamed of the day he would finally return her feelings, but the timing was just awful. Soon she’d be leaving to live abroad for a year.

His grin faded a little when he noticed she was visibly less happy than him. “What is it? Is this not what you want?”

She let go of his hands. “This is really hard for me to do but I don’t think I can do this.”

His jaw clenched. “But we both like each other, what’s the problem?”

“Felix I’m leaving the country in less than two weeks for an entire year.”

“Who cares we can figure out!” He said, voice growing louder.

She ran a hand through her hair. “It would be fine at first, but the distance would eventually settle in, and we’d would fizzle out. I would rather not risk losing you, even if it meant never having you in the first place. You mean so much to me.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.

“I can’t believe you don’t even want to try. I’m willing to work at this, but you won’t even give us a chance!” He shouted.

“You think this is easy for me? Do you think this doesn’t hurt me too? Of course I want that but it just won’t work.” She shouted back.

He threw his hands in the air. “So, what we go back to being friends and pretend this conversation never happened?”

“Yes because I don’t see any other way to move forward!”

“Maybe you can do that, but I can’t.”

She winced at his words. “What do you mean by that?”

“That maybe we shouldn’t be friends anymore.” He snapped.

She could not believe how childish he was being.

She shoved him in the chest. “You know what, fuck you!”

“At least I’m not afraid!”

She gave him a dirty look. “That is rich coming from you. I bet anything you’d just fuck me then move on like you always do.”

She regretted the insult as soon as she’d said it. He became vacant of any emotion, then barged straight past her.

“Wait Felix.” She called after him but he didn’t bother to look back at her.

She was sat mournfully at the vanity desk in her room brushing her hair out. She knew she had messed up. How could she have said that to him? Regardless of how hurt she felt at him telling her they should no longer be friends she never should have insulted him so greatly. There was a knock at her door, she already knew it was Felix without even having to answer.

She opened the door and there he was, stood sheepishly before her. He was dressed in pyjamas but had pulled on a jumper.

“Can we go for a drive?” He asked.

There hadn’t been much conversation on the drive there but eventually the car came to a stop.

She squinted at the view. “Where are we?”

“This is just somewhere I used to drive to when everything felt like too much.” He told her.

He opened his car door and got out, she did the same. He had parked on a hillside in the darkness she could make out the wide expanse of fields down below them. The bright moonlight helped her to see. It was a brilliantly clear night, she could spot more constellations than she ever could back home.

They sat on the bonnet of the car both in their pyjamas. “This is a beautiful spot.” She told him.

“You should see it in the daytime.” He replied.

They both fell silent for a moment, it was his voice that broke it.

“I’m really sorry.” He apologised. “I shouldn’t have behaved like that, I was just hurt. If you want to stay friends then of course we can be. I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”

She was able to smile a little. “Thank you, that means a lot. And I’m so sorry too, I never should have insulted you like that. I was just lashing out, of course I don’t think you would ever discard me. You’ve always treated me with such respect.”

He nodded taking in what she’d said. “I never want to hurt you again like I did today.” He admitted.

"It’s okay I understand why you acted like that.” She told him.

“It’s still not an excuse.”

“Even so.” She sighed.

“When did you first start liking me then?” He asked her with a light laugh.

This also made her laugh. “Seriously is that what you want to know?”

“I can’t help it if I’m curious.”

She felt herself flush. “Well, I realised when one time we were in your uni room studying. You looked up at me for a moment, and I just kind of knew.”

“Studying that’s pretty hot.” He teased her, making her scoff.

Despite the joke in the darkness she could see how soft his gaze was.

She bumped her shoulder against his. “Come on, now you have to tell me when you realised you liked me?”

“We were at a party together and you were just so lit up talking to all these people. I was so proud to know you, to exist in the same room as you.”

She felt a thrill run through her at him using the words she had once used to describe him. Strangely something about the two memories felt connected.

“Wait a minute.” She breathed. “Was this around late April of last year?”

“Yeah it was. Why?”

“I remember that on the day we studied we also went to a party.”

His eyes widened. “Did we both have the same realisation on the same day?”

She stared back at him just as amazed. “Yeah I think so.”

She leant her head on his shoulder. “God you are going to be hard to get over.”

He chuckled sadly, leaning his head against hers. “So are you.”

He had held her hand the entire car journey home, his fingers threaded through hers. When they had parted to go back to bed a strange tension hung in the air.

“So, I guess this is goodnight then.” She said fiddling with the metal of her bracelet.

He leant against the doorframe. “Yeah I suppose. Well goodnight.”

They both faltered in the doorway before she finally closed the door and he left. She got into bed but she was wide awake. They were really never going to be anything then?And it had been no one’s fault but her own. She tried to ignore the regret that was gnawing at her, it had been a smart choice. Right? They could both in time try to move past whatever this was and soon things would be normal. But could it ever be normal? In the years to come how would she ever pretend they were just friends when she knew that once upon a time he had wanted as badly as she wanted him.

She needed to talk him, it still felt like they hadn’t fully discussed this. She didn’t know what she was going to say but she just needed to see him.

She tore the bed covers off her and opened the door that connected to the bathroom. But there he was at the other side of door his hand raised to knock.

“What are you doing?-” He asked bewildered.

She looked up at him, maybe she needed to stop thinking so much.

“What I should have done have in the first place.” She told him.

He gave her a confused look before she wrapped her arms around his neck, leant up and kissed him.

He pulled back for a second. “I-I thought you didn’t want to do anything?”

“I know what I said but I couldn’t spend another second wondering it was like to kiss you!”

That was all the convincing he needed. “Fuck it, come here.” He said cupping her face.

He softly pressed his lips to hers and this time kissed her back. It started off slow, she grasped at his jumper whilst one of his hands slid down to rest on her lower back pushing her closer into him. She tilted her head to the side deepening the kiss, his tongue slid against hers, the kiss became hot and dirty.

“Can I take your shirt off?” He asked against her lips.

“Yes absolutely!"

He went to pull the vest top over her head but it got stuck, they started to laugh as he tried to yank it off her. When it was off he stared down at her, a look of hunger in his eyes, her chest was completely bare. She suddenly felt a little shy. It wasn’t the first time someone had seen her naked but this was the first time it had really meant anything.

“Are you going to just stare me?” She nervously teased him.

“I’m sorry it’s just that you look so beautiful .” He told her.

“Oh.” She stammered before clearing her throat. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one shirtless.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at her. “Jesus someone’s eager.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, there was a dull ache between her legs as she took in the definition of his torso and the slope of his shoulders.

“I mean come on, seriously how do you look like that?” She asked in frustration.

He only laughed before leaning back into kiss her, his hands came up to cup her breasts. He gently squeezed them as they continued to kiss, she sighed out in pleasure.

One of his hands slipped down her body moving lower until it reached the waistband of her pyjama shorts. He stopped kissing her for a moment his gaze met hers, she nodded giving him permission.

She was pretty sure she had forgotten how to breath. He pressed one finger into her working at her good. When he added another finger she begun to pant as she leant against him, it was difficult to stand.

She placed her hand against his lower stomach. “Can I-?”

“Yeah.” He shakily said.

She slipped her hand into his pyjama bottoms and gripped him. She shivered with how hard he already was. She started to pump him back and forth. He bit his bottom lip swearing softly. They both moaned as they touched each other.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last.” He told her.

“Let’s move to the bed.” She agreed, ready for what was coming next.

They helped each other remove the last of their clothing, he pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her breasts were flush against his chest. She groaned when he accidentally brushed against her below.

She moved her lips against his, this time the kiss was much more frenzied. She gripped his shoulders as he finally pressed into her. Neither of them moved for a moment, they gazed at one another chests heaving unable to believe this was actually happening.

His hands moved to her hips helping to move her against him. She ground herself down on him, it felt so good. She fell against him resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around waist pulling her more into him.

“You’re doing so good, fuck.” He told her, she could hardly even speak.

He flipped them over so he was on top and she was laying on her back. One hand fisted the sheet above her head whilst the over grasped at her thigh. She clung to him, clutching at his back as he continued to thrust into her, the head board smacking against the wall. When he let out a particularly loud moan it made her clench around him. He pounded faster into her, when he hit a certain point she saw literal stars.

She let out a whine. “I think I’m gonna-“

“Yeah me too oh god.”

They finally came together, both crying out so loud she was scared someone had heard. They both lay next to each other sweaty and panting, neither of them speaking for a few moments.

She looked over at him and smiled. “I mean that was just-wow.”

He smiled back at her. “I know right, has it ever been like that for you before?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s never been like that.”

“I wish we’d done it sooner.” He said.

She turned on her side to look at him.

“I wanted you so bad when we were skinny dipping the night of the party.” She admitted.

“I wanted you when I saw you in that red bikini for the first time. It’s embarrassing to admit but I immediately got hard.” He let out an embarrassed laugh.

She lightly slapped his arm. “So that’s why you wouldn’t get in the pool!”

They continued to talk late into the night until eventually they fell asleep, neither of them once thinking of the future.

Taglist: @emitaylorsverson @twiceinabluemoon @real-lana-del-rey @jess-rye @billyismyidol23

#felix catton #friends to lovers #saltburn #felix catton x reader #jacob elordi #felix catton x fem!reader

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Sharing Headphones | Jisung

summary: fluff, drabble, jisung takes a break with you from playing basketball with dream which leads to sharing headphones and a sweet unspoken moment between you two wc: 654 a/n: Happy Jisung Day!! 💚

It would have been pitch black out if it wasn’t for the full moon illuminating the night. Jisung had invited you once again to hang out with his friends tonight. You have only met them a few times before but you really liked them, especially Mark and Runjun because they're funny and always made sure you were never left out.

It was Chenle’s idea to stop by the basketball court and play a few games, so that's what you found yourself doing. You were fully prepared to sit back and watch the boys play but Mark had insisted you join in, so you did. The first few rounds were fun and you even won one, but you felt yourself getting in need of a break.

“I’ll sit this one out, guys.” You say, slightly out of breath and heading towards the park bench on the side of the court.

“Me too.” You hear one of the boys say and you turn around to see Jisung following behind you. You give him a smile before you sit down and he joins you. You train your eyes on the game in front of you but you can’t help but notice that you and Jisung couldn’t be sitting farther apart on the bench. Usually, you would be glad for the personal space, but with Jisung it was different. You always found yourself wanting to be closer to him.

“The moon looks so pretty.” You nod your head at his statement and look up at it. “Yeah, and it’s so bright tonight.” Maybe you were overthinking it, but when you look back at him, you swear he must have scooted closer to you.

“Hey, so I was listening to this new album yesterday and I think you would really like some of the songs on it.” Jisung says, pulling out his phone.

You scoot even closer to him, “ooh what album?” He shows it to you, explaining which songs he thinks you’ll really like. “I’ll have to listen to it when I get home.” Your heart melted at the fact that he was thinking about you.

“Actually, we could listen now if you wanted?” He says, as he pulls out his headphones from his jacket, the wires all tangled up. You nod your head at him and he quickly untangles them. You accept the right side of the headphone bud and he takes the left.

You sit up straight and the movement makes his side fall out of his ear. He picks it back up and moves even closer to you, so that it doesn’t happen again. Your shoulders brush up against each other while he hits play on the first song and you can’t help but smile to yourself. Upon your first time meeting Jisung you thought he was so cute and as you got closer as friends, your feelings for him grew more and more. Your mind would go back and forth about whether or not he felt the same about you, but your curiosity would be put to an end today.

As the first song ends and the second starts up, you see Jisungs hand inching towards yours, ever so slowly. Your heart beat picks up in anticipation of if he really was about to make the gesture that would change your friendship into something more. There was a brief moment when he stopped and you thought that he might not do it, but he made up his mind and his pinky finger intertwined with yours.

You two stayed just like that for a while, eyes on the basketball game but your minds completely on the small gesture. The headphones playing a song that will forever encapsulate this moment when you listen in the future.

“Jisung. Y/n. Join us on this last round!” Jeno yells out, unable to see the moment you're sharing with Jisung. You both hesitantly move your hands away from each other and get up to play another round, Jisung flashing you a shy smile right before he jogs back over to the boys.

#happy jisung day!#jisung #nct #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #fanfic #jisung x reader #jisung x y/n #jisung x you

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yawneneteyam · 1 year

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gorgeous (12) — honey it hurts

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

— gorgeous, honey it hurts ! ( last night, 11:57pm )

they had kissed. finally.

it had been months and months of pining for y/n that lead up to this moment and it was fairytale-esque. everything she had ever wanted. neteyam hadn't fully processed what he had just done, but he knew that it wasn't a bad thing to have her lips on his- he was revelling in it.

"hey man," a voice interrupted them both, bursting their bubble. neteyam let go of y/n's hand and face, looking to find ao'nung holding up his sister. kiri had traces of vomit on her face and her eyes were closed, she had passed out. "I think she's done for the night," ao'nung sighed, "sorry guys,"

he and lo'ak had been celebrating their little win when he spotted kiri throwing up just outside the club. ao'nung knew that neteyam wasn't drinking tonight, meaning he was the only one who could get her home safely.

neteyam sighed and closed his eyes in frustration. just once he would love to have a moment to himself without needing to save his siblings. it was selfish, but he longed for it- however, he knew it would never be a reality.

"yeah course," neteyam tried to shift kiri's weight onto him, but in her state she wasn't cooperating. so neteyam put his arm underneath her armpit and hoisted her into his arms. y/n tried not to gawk at how easily he was supporting her loose frame. his biceps were pressed against the tight material of his t-shirt. "come on, kiri- you're alright," he tried to wake her up to no avail.

y/n turned around to the bar and asked for a bottle of water. once she had paid for it, she put it on top of kiri and made sure she wouldn't lose it as neteyam walked. he thanked her softly.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, "but I have to go,"

"that's okay," she nodded, "promise. go be a mighty warrior big brother nete,"

"seems like I'll never be anything else," he wanted to laugh, but he just sighed with a smile. "I'll see you, y/n" he offered her a kiss on the head before leaving with kiri wrapped in his arms.

y/n watched neteyam leave before heading back over to tsireya, ao'nung and lo'ak. "are you okay?" she asked.

"that was insane," lo'ak gave y/n a fist bump before heading back to the bar.

"I'm-" y/n took a deep breath before sighing with a grin on her face, "so happy it hurts". tsireya smiled at her friend's happiness before bringing her in for a tight hug.

outside, neteyam was walking to his car. once he had secured kiri in the front seat and did up her seatbelt, neteyam went to walk around to the driver side of the car. he caught towa'an's eye as he shut the passenger door.

"hey," towa'an stopped him from leaving, "what the fuck was that? you think that was cool?". neteyam knew he wanted trouble and neteyam usually wouldn't give in, but with the picture of him making y/n smile locked in his brain, he was ready to stoop down to his level.

"not cool necessarily," neteyam shook his head, "but necessary,"

"you think so?" towa'an crossed his arms, taking a step closer towards neteyam- but was stopped by Neteyam's strong arms pushing him back.

"yeah," neteyam nodded, "I do". neteyam smiled slightly before taking a step closer to towa'an, "so stay the fuck away from her," he chuckled, "is that.. cool?"

towa'an didn't say anything in response, just stood there with his arms now crossed. neteyam offered him one last smile and a pat on the back before walking over to the front seat of his car, driving away knowing he had won.

— gorgeous, honey it hurts ! progress???? trying to not let them get together toooooo quick!!! ANYWAY WE'RE BACK TO FLUFF, do not fear fluff gals I am back. I do drool for possessive neteyam and we will definitely be seeing more of him- pinky swear!! thank you for all the love, I appreciate you all- big love for you all!!!!

#•°. * gorgeous smau #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #avatar fanfiction #netyam smut #neteyam headcanons #*࿐ neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #neteyam one shot #neteyam imagine

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medusapelagia · 5 months

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R- Rockstar

R is for Rin (@rindecision) the first person I DMed ever! Thank you for being so kind and helpful💜

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

This fic is inspired by this beautiful art made by @firefly-party (who was so kind to let me use it as an inspiration!)

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve /Eddie (vague mention of Chrissy /Robin) WT: no one Words: 1144

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Eddie swears while he smokes the last cigarette from his packet.

“Didn’t you promise Murray that you were going to quit? It’s bad for your voice, you know that.” Chrissy tells him when she finds him on the roof smoke chaining.

“This is a fucking emergency and I’m sure that Murray will understand.”

“If you say so.” She replies, looking at him unconvinced, so Eddie puts out the cigarette on the wall behind him.

“Did you come to give me more bad news?”

She shakes her blond ponytail “No, actually I came with a good one.”

“Is Gareth ok? Are we going to play tonight?”

“Well these are two very different questions and I’ll give you two very different answers. First no, Gareth is still at the hospital and they are not going to let him leave his room, he just got his appendix perforated and it’s not a joke.”

Eddie lets himself slip toward the floor dramatically “Fuck. We are screwed.”

“But…” she continues, helping him up “You must go back because Corroded Coffin are going to play tonight!”

Eddie’s eyes widen “You didn’t.”

Chrissy smirks “I did.”

“How the hell did you find a drummer with such a short notice? Is he good? Does he know our songs?”

“He is quite good. We are very lucky because his tour just ended and he seems to know at least some of your songs.”

“Some?”

“He is good Eddie, you will be really pleased with him, I’m sure of it.”

Eddie hugs her so tight that he almost hears the bones in the girl's body cracks “Sorry, sorry. You are a magician Chrissy! I don’t know how you made it but it’s the greatest news ever! I would have been so pissed if we had had to cancel the last date of our concert and rescheduled!”

“I know, that’s why I insisted. The drummer wasn’t really convinced at the beginning, but you know me! I worked my magic and now it’s downstairs to rehearse with Frank and Jeff.

“Without me?” the metalhead asks, offended.

“You are the one crying on the roof, not my fault.” Chrissy replies with a sweet smile.

“The face of an angel and yet you are so cruel! I was mourning! Didn’t you notice?”

“Oh, I noticed, as I noticed all the cigarette buts on the floor.”

“Promise me you will not say to Murray that I smoked.”

“Pinkie promise.” She replies with a smirk, and Eddie feels there is something he is missing, but he is so excited to have a temporary drummer that he doesn’t ask any questions and runs toward the stage.

The new drummer is turned toward the boys but he seems familiar.

“Hey, Ed! Have you seen the new drummer Chrissy got us?”

The boy turns and Eddie’s blood turns into ice “Harrington?”

The chestnut boy winks at him “Hey, Munson. Chrissy told me you needed a drummer.”

Eddie turns toward Chrissy who is laughing behind the papers that she is holding.

“Do you care to explain, Cunningham?”

“Well, Different Twins last tour date was yesterday and they were still in town, so I asked a favor to a friend.”

“Which friend?” Eddie knows that Chrissy has a crush on the blond singer and guitarist of the duo, but she knows that he is not indifferent to the pretty drummer either.

“Is it important? I got you a drummer, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Even if Different Twins play pop music Eddie has seen Harrington play more than once and he is definitely capable of repeating a song just after one listening so Eddie is pretty sure that he will nail it; the problem is Eddie: will he be able to concentrate on the music and not on the drummer?

“I fucking hate you, Cunningham.” he murmurs between his teeth.

“Nah, you love me. Now go and do what you do best!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow “Make a fool out of myself?”

“Play!” she replies, pushing him toward the stage.

“Well, I think that the boys already told you about our songs’ setlist, right?” Eddie asks, getting on stage.

Steve nods “Yeah. We were talking about the last song. I was proposing to play Running Up the Hill.” He says making a bun with his hair and fixing it with a pen.

“Sorry?”

“Running Up The Hill, your version of the song.”

Eddie shakes his head “We usually close with our version of Sweet Dreams.”

“Yeah, I know it, but it sounds like an easy choice. I mean… don’t you want everyone to leave the concert still pumped? It’s your concert, so it’s your choice but…”

“We haven’t played it in so long.” Jeff intervenes, looking at Eddie “I’d like to play it again. What do you say?”

Eddie glares at Jeff, he just put him in a difficult position “That’s not what we decided…”

“Come on! It will be fun!” Frank insists and Eddie sighs.

“Ok, ok, but we have to rehearse it at least a couple of times, ok?”

That’s how Eddie finds himself close to Steve, watching his every movement and finding them impeccable.

“You are good.” Eddie tells him, offering some water.

“Were you worried?” Steve asks amused.

“A bit? Sorry, but it’s our last tour concert and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“I get it, I’m the pretty boy who plays pop music, aren’t I?”

Eddie can’t deny that he was thinking these very same words so he simply shrugs whispering “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I guess you’ll have to offer me a beer.”

“What for?”

“For being rude?” Steve replies sticking his tongue out.

That’s not what Eddie was expecting from him, he was expecting a preppy rich kid who would have reminded him that he comes from a rich family and is a talented multi-instrumentalist, but instead, he simply asked for a beer and stuck his tongue out like a five-year-old.

When they get on stage Steve is wearing a blue tank top that shows all his constellations of moles and Eddie has to try his hardest not to get too fixed on the drummer during the concert, even if his eyes find Steve’s more time than not.

“So, how do you like him?” Jeff asks Eddie when they get backstage after the concert.

“He is good.”

“I’m sure he is good at many things…” he whispers with a wink, but Eddie can’t reply because Steve is waiting for him.

“If I’m not wrong you still owe me a beer, right?”

Eddie turns toward Jeff to ask him if he wants to join them, but somehow both he and Frank have vanished into thin air.

“Well, it seems it’s just me and you, big boy.” Eddie concludes “My place?” he asks and the smile Steve gives him tells him all he needs to know.

#ficlet #stranger things fanfic #Christmas presents 2023 #steve x eddie #steddie #medusapelagia

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companionjones · 11 months

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I Swear

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader (can be taken as platonic or romantic)

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Summary: You’re a new victor of the Hunger Games, and you’ve found out what desirable victors are forced to do after the games. A previous victor visits you and assures you that you’re not alone.

Warnings: Many vague references to forced prostitution

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“I can’t believe you beat me.”

You had been sitting up in bed with your knees pulled up to your chest when you heard a voice from the doorway. “What?” your voice was scratchy from crying.

He kept talking. “And only a year after me, too. It’s kind of insulting.”

Upon a further observation, you recognised the boy talking to you as the Victor of the last year’s Hunger Games. The youngest Victor before you. “You’re Finnick Odair.”

He smiled, “In the flesh. Can I come in?”

You weren’t used to someone asking your permission for something. You answered after a moment. “Yeah?”

“Great.” He stepped into the room. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n L/n. I saw you in the games. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” That was another word you weren’t used to hearing.

Finnick nodded. “I’m sorry for it all. The Reaping, the Games, what they’re making you do now...”

You huddled into yourself. “How do you know about that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he smiled, but you could see from his eyes what he was really feeling. “They’re making me do the same thing.”

Your heart broke as your remembered what you had to do earlier that night. You started to cry.

Finnick came across the room and sat down on your bed. He didn’t touch you.

“I thought this would be over after the games, but this--this is our life now.”

He apologized again. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve had to do this for a year already.” You realized. “We’re just kids.”

“Can I hug you?” he suddenly asked.

It occurred to you why consent was so important to him. You nodded.

Finnick wrapped you in his arms, and you cried.

You felt your shoulder get wet as well from Finnick letting a few tears slip out.

“Can you stay with me tonight?” you asked, not wanting to be alone.

Finnick nodded. “Of course. I can sleep on the other side of the bed, if you want, and not touch you.”

Even the hug was becoming too much physical contact for you after what you were forced to do earlier. “Thank you.” You broke from the hug and dried your eyes. “Thank you so much for this. Why are you being so nice?” you wondered.

He shrugged. “Because no one was there for me.” He crawled to the other side of the bed.

“Well, I swear to be there for you too, okay?”

Finnick chuckled, “Okay,” as he got under the covers. Once he was settled, he looked at you to see that you were holding your pinkie out to him.

“Swear that we’ll always be there for each other?” you offered.

Finnick smiled as he hooked your pinkie in his. “I swear.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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dad!eddie munson x gn!reader

word count: 2,717

warnings: swearing, single dad!eddie, mentions of money problems, fluff

a/n: so this is very new for me! i should preface this by saying that i do not have children, and my experience with them is limited. i’ve also never written super young kids or parent characters before, so i hope it turned out alright. i did my best, and tried something different. i’m being brave and stuff. maybe you’ll like it. maybe. hopefully. also you can thank @clovermunson for being my enabler. love you! :)

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“How’s that one, huh?” Eddie asks. The little boy perched on the counter nods, curls bouncing every which way. Eddie tried to tie up the front portion in a little bun, but now he just looks like Pebbles Flintstone. “Better? Good.”

Eddie pats the boy on the knee—a knee currently covered in Garfield pajama bottoms—but continues to keep watch over the tooth-brushing that’s happening before him. James is getting much better at brushing his teeth on his own, but he still needs a little help from Eddie occasionally.

Tonight they’re trying strawberry flavored toothpaste because the bubblegum was not a winner. The boy pulls the little green toothbrush from his mouth, brandishing it upwards with both hands like it’s a sword.

“Help. Please.” He’s got a mouth full of foam, so it comes out sounding a little more like “pwease.”

He does this when he can’t get his back teeth right or if he just wants dad to do it instead. Eddie will take what he can get.

“Open up, bud.” James yawns first; it’s the same kind of slow and lazy yawn he’s had since he was born. It pulls at Eddie’s heartstrings, but he powers through, doing his best to clean those little teeth.

When he finishes, Eddie is careful to take James’ hair down and wipe his face clean, which the boy doesn’t enjoy.

“So, what’s the verdict? Strawberry the best?”

He taps James on the nose with the tip of his pinky. It makes him grin, chubby cheeks going all rosy. “Good,” James says.

“Yeah? Would you say it’s berry good?” Eddie’s hands find his boy's sides, tickling away. The giggles follow immediately, and Eddie takes his chance to heave James up and over his shoulder, little fingers tangling in his mess of curls.

“‘S berry good!” James squeals, clearly pleased with his dad’s joke. Eddie tries to soak up as many of these wins because he knows the jokes probably won’t be funny forever.

He pats the boy on the back, hand big enough to cover the entire expanse of it. Eddie lowers him onto the bedroom floor, watching as James waddles towards his bed and flops down on it, scooting up towards the pillows and the mountain of stuffed animals he insists join him in his slumber.

It doesn't seem to be anything special, the bed. But Wayne built it for his grandson, so it means more to Eddie than any toddler bed he could’ve found at the store. And the mattress is currently made up in Scooby-Doo bed sheets, which James is very fond of.

Eddie settles on the floor next to the bed, knowing damn well it could never support his weight. He tries to lift the covers up, but there’s a little grunt of irritation, signaling that James doesn't need his dad’s help.

Eddie tucks the blankets in faux-aggressively against his son’s sides, making him grin, but it’s a very tired one at that.

“You know, I don’t even think you’ll make it through a story tonight, kiddo. Y’seem pretty sleepy to me. And if you wanna go to the art store in the morning, well then you gotta get some shut eye.”

James looks up at him, big brown eyes blinking ever so slowly. Eddie isn’t entirely sure he’s coherent enough to understand the words being spoken to him right now.

Eddie brushes the curls back from the little boy’s face, all pale skin and freckles and these insane eyelashes. His hair is a little too long because Eddie still hasn’t taken him to get a haircut, but last Eddie asked, James was still content with his hair. It’s well past his shoulders at this point, maybe twice as wild as his dad’s.

He’s asleep now. Totally knocked out. It amazes Eddie how he can just pass out the moment his tiny head hits the pillow. “Goodnight, Jamie.”

Eddie stands and stretches, yanking the chain on the bedside lamp, and he moves to creep out of the room—one lanky step at a time.

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Eddie Munson never pictured himself being a dad.

Hell, he never really had the time to think about it. Eddie’s dad was a piece of shit, and so he busied himself trying to do enough to make Wayne comfortable–especially since Wayne hadn’t ever signed up for being a father.

But here he is: essentially working two jobs with a three-year-old boy tottering around after him like he hung the moon and stars himself.

Wayne opened up an auto repair shop after the plant shut down, having saved enough to get a good handle on things. It’s where Eddie works pretty often now, but really he doesn’t have to. Corroded Coffin makes plenty of money now, money Eddie could live off of whenever he so desired, but that’s not how his brain works. He knows it won’t last forever, and he was raised to at least be somewhat careful with his money.

And there’s Jamie.

Eddie loves that boy more than he ever thought possible. He such a cool fucking kid.

He’s pretty shy, yeah, and it takes a lot of encouragement from Eddie and Wayne, but he’s a tough kid. And he’s so creative. Jesus.

That creativity is how Eddie finds himself getting his ass out of bed on a Saturday morning to take Jamie to the local art supply store. It’s like an indie, but for art, he’s decided.

Eddie is pretty well off at sketching. He took a few art classes in high school and had a thing for charcoal, and of course he’s drawn up maps and characters for Hellfire—he still does that—but art wasn’t something he actively did in his freetime like it was a passion.

Eddie is also not a morning person, so he isn’t sure where James got it from. But the boy does respect this, seemingly not wanting to wake dad up, some part of him understanding that dad isn’t ready to get out of bed.

James is ready to get up though, so he waddles down the hall, little fists rubbing at his eyes.

He pushes Eddie’s door open, which is usually left open just a crack for these instances (or if there’s an upset tummy in the night), and he pulls himself up into the bed. Eddie’s always been a heavy sleeper, but now it’s like he’s attuned to the little added weight to his mattress, to the shift of tiny knees.

The funny part is that James won’t get upset that his dad isn’t up yet. He just wants to be near him, to hang out. And lucky for Eddie, James is quite the snuggle bug.

The boy stops inches from his dad’s face, and somehow Eddie just knows. He stretches, arms going over his head, and James takes the opportunity to sneak under a limb and face plant into Eddie’s chest.

“Mornin’ Jamie.”

The boy grasps at Eddie’s shirt in greeting. “Mornin’,” he sniffs.

James is wide awake, puffy eyes staring up at Eddie, and while the latter feels like he could sleep for another twelve hours, he doesn’t have it in him to doze off with a kid on his chest. A kid who is much too cute for his own good.

“How are you this morning, my child?”

James sits up, clearly confused. He shrugs, little shoulders rising up towards his ears.

Eddie snorts, proceeding to imitate the shrug. “You dunno?” The boy repeats the movement, a small smile making an appearance on his face, a face that remains to have pillowcase imprints on it.

Eddie gets his hands under James’ arms, pulling him up and onto his stomach, though trying to be careful of fragile places.

“Still wanna go to the store? Yes or no?”

James nods vigorously. “Yes, please.”

A large and calloused hand pats him on the back. “Solid. Let’s go then.”

By the time Eddie gets both himself and James ready, out of the house, and across town to the art store, the place has been open for a whole twenty minutes. Eddie figures the only people up at this point might be the elderly. He’s also quite grateful for the quiet of the store, knowing how crowds can make Jamie nervous. He supposes it tends to be one too many of the big people compared to his little body. Quite nerve-racking.

Eddie realizes suddenly that he has no idea how to navigate an art supply store. “Uh, Jamie, do you have something you wanna look at first?”

He looks up at his impossibly tall father. “Colors?”

“Okay. We can do that.”

Paint. Eddie can find paint, right? Why didn’t he bring Wayne? Wayne’s the one that’s been supporting this hobby anyways. Fuck.

He’s frantically looking around at the signs when a voice breaks him out of his stupor.

“Can I help you find anything?” You ask, just as nervous as they probably are. You’ve never been very good at having to ask the customers this, but it is your job to assist them.

You keep your hands behind your back, that way they can’t see your insistent fidgeting.

James is quick to move behind Eddie’s leg, and he knows the “stranger danger” alarms are going off in his boy’s head. Eddie doesn’t think you’re scary, though.

“Hi. Yeah, actually. We’ve never been here before, and I really have no idea what I’m doing.”

Your grin is the sweetest damn thing Eddie Munson has ever seen in his life. Aside from Jamie, of course.

“That’s okay. I can show you around if you need, or if there’s something specific you’re looking for. We aren’t very busy right now, so I don’t mind.”

Eddie releases a breath he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding. “That would be greatly appreciated. All I’m working with right now is that he wants to look at colors, which means paint. Other than that, I’m at a loss.”

You chuckle. “I can do colors. They’re not far.” You start to walk away, and Eddie moves to follow, James holding tight to his hand.

“It’s okay, kiddo. They’re helping, alright?” James’ eyes look more watery than usual, and if he doesn’t let up, Eddie will break.

You’re quiet most of the way, but at one point, in a hushed tone, you ask, “Shy boy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles. “Definitely.”

“I get it. I was the same way.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Dammit. Why is this the day he proves to have a vocabulary consisting of “yeah” and “okay?”

“Yeah,” you smirk. “Here we are. All the colors. Watercolors, acrylics, more big kid stuff. There’s also washable paint, if you feel that’s necessary.”

“Shit. Sorry. Wow, I meant to say. That’s a lot.”

“Anything he normally likes?” By this point, James has seen the pastels and let Eddie go. You watch him patter towards a set of watercolors that are placed at just his height.

“All he’s used so far are watercolors, my uncle bought them for him, and he’s said he likes them. I usually just ask him what he wants to try.”

You’re smiling at him again, and he catches the way your fingers fuss with the hemline on the little smock you’ve been forced to wear as a uniform. “That’s a good strategy. Seeing what he’s most drawn to, you know?”

Eddie’s hands are sweating. Someone hasn’t flustered him this much since freshman year of high school.

“Works most of the time,” he tells you. Eddie moves closer to James. The boy is holding a little paintbrush with a blue handle, and his eyes are glued on the same set of watercolors he’d seen when he walked down the aisle.

“You like those ones, bud?”

“Yep. Pretty.”

Eddie looks up at you with a smile on his face, like he can’t believe this is his kid, and it makes your heart swell. Usually the families that come in here are much more rowdy, mothers holding expensive purses and telling their kids not to scream. There’s a difference between the people who want to make art versus those who use it to keep their kids busy because they don’t want to parent. You can tell Eddie cares about his boy, that he’s his whole world.

Eddie pulls the set out: a silver tin with two rows of square pans, each filled with a different color. They aren’t the obnoxious ones you get for cheap, the ones only covering the bright rainbow shades—these are the ones that would let you paint a little more of a picture. He flips the tin over out of habit to check the price. It’s not as bad as he’d thought.

He holds it up to you. “What do you think about these?”

“I like those ones. I’ve used them before, and they’re very easy to work with. They’re pretty pigmented, so they’d allow him some room to sort of figure out how much water he needs and how he wants to use them. And there’s a good range of color, so he won’t get upset about missing too many.”

Eddie is in awe of you. He knows it’s your job and all, that you’re getting paid for this, but he thinks he could listen to you talk about paint for the rest of his life.

He’s grinning at you and you’re suddenly worried you’ve said too much. “What?” you ask, your mouth ticking up just as his is. “Too much of the art nerd?”

He stands up. The full height of him is much too pretty. You think he might even be too pretty for his own good.

“No. Definitely not. That was very helpful.” James has migrated to stand between the both of you. He hands you a brush, which you take gratefully. He smiles, cheeks all pink and freckled.

“What about brushes?” Eddie asks. “The ones he’s got now shed like crazy.”

You run your thumb over the one you’re holding, thinking on it.

James follows you when you crouch to look at some. You set down the one he’d given you, hoping he won’t be too upset.

You find the beginner ones you’d been looking for, and hold them out to him. “Do you like these?” The handles aren’t blue, but a dark green color.

“Mhm,” he hums. “Very cool.”

You turn to face his dad. “Cool,” you mouth. It makes him laugh.

James takes the brushes from you and holds them up to Eddie. “Can you buy? Please?”

“Yeah, Jamie.”

“That’s a sweet name,” you remark, standing up.

“Thanks. It’s James actually, but y’know. Oh, I’m Eddie, by the way. I realize I never actually said that.” You tell him your own name, assuring him that it’s okay.

You spend a little more time with them, wandering down a few more aisles when James says he’d like a sketchbook. You find him a spiral bound one, that way it’ll be easier on him to turn or rip out pages.

You ring them up, and almost start to feel sad about their departure. You move around the counter, and James walks up to you. “Thank you for helping,” he says.

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

Eddie watches your exchange, and he can’t help but feel like you’ve made a connection with James. Like you understand him.

“Wanna come paint?” he asks, big brown eyes looking at you hopefully. You realize he wants you to come home and paint with him. Your heart shatters a little at the wholesomeness in his request.

Eddie puts his hand on James’ shoulder. “I think they’ve gotta work, squirt. Maybe another time though?” He looks up at you. They’re both looking at you now and you’re afraid you could never deny them anything. Not with those big doe eyes and wild lashes.

“Yeah, sure. I can paint anytime. Given that’s okay with your dad.”

“That’s more than okay with me,” Eddie tells you. “But don’t feel pressured.”

He doesn’t say that this has literally never happened before, that James usually avoids contact with others. He doesn’t tell you that this is groundbreaking shit.

“I promise I don’t. We could set something up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Totally. Thanks for today.”

“Anytime, Eddie.”

You exchange numbers, and suddenly they’re out the door, matching curls flying in the wind, hands interlocked as they work through the parking lot.

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I Come With Knives Pt11

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Not proofread. I wanted to add some padding between the last chapter and a future chapter I have planned, bc I feel like it's a big jump in the timeline and I don't want it to be super jarring. So here's something a little bittersweet

Idk why my favorite to write for Astarion is bedtime fics. My brain really said this mans needs sleep and I will be the one to give him it

Warnings: touch aversion, trauma, references to past abuse, slight panic attack, swearing, self-deprecation, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,806

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Very little changed at the start of your new relationship. Neither of you quite knew how to navigate something genuine (in Astarion’s case) or something so foreign (in your case). Any chances for romance had been stolen from you a long time ago, and much of Astarion’s interactions with it were under false pretense. So, needless to say, it wasn’t easy.

Despite your separate aversions to touch, you found small ways that didn’t overwhelm either of you. On long excursions that wore you to the bone, you’d find Astarion’s side and wrap your pinky finger around his. It was a small gesture, but one that did not feel as weighted as holding hands. And even then, when you wanted to or needed to separate, you’d pull until the link broke with little smiles.

When you gathered in his tent for the night, during your long talks, he tested different ways of physical contact. A hand on your knee, a delicate brush to push your hair back, even simply allowing you to play with his fingers went a long way. It was during one of these times that he’d smirked and asked if he could kiss you now. You’d flushed and nodded, and he took his sweet time building to it.

He trailed a hand along your arm until he could cup your cheek, something he’d not done up until then because of your distaste for your neck being touched, but you leaned into it. He ever so slowly leaned forward until his forehead pressed against yours, noses side-by-side. He asked again if it was okay when he heard your heart start to race in your chest. You nodded again, and he finally pressed a delicate kiss to your lips. He let you test the waters, allowed you a moment to learn how this all worked. When he’d tried pulling away, you chased after, and he laughed and kissed you again, and again, and again. Your heart did not still until the moon was high in the sky.

Yet every sweet gesture had its bitter moments. Sometimes even something so simple could be powerful enough to claw out your insides and plunge like a shard of ice into your chest. A mere brush of a hand made you flinch and pull away, or made Astarion dissociate from his body. There were nights when feeding became so difficult because neither of you would want to touch anybody else, and you’d both go to bed turned away and feeling like shit.

Everything can seem fine all day, until the discomfort rears its ugly head.

All through the day, things were perfect. You’d linked pinkies with Astarion for most of the trip, arms brushing against each other; he’d taken great pleasure in giving you a small peck when nobody was looking; you ran your fingers thoughtfully along the creases and calluses of his hands. But then it fell apart.

It wasn’t a new gesture - Astarion would bring your wrist to his lips, but before he bit you, he’d press a few kisses to it. It was soft, sweet. It’d never bothered you before. But tonight, when you felt the familiar press of his lips to your skin, your mind didn’t think it was Astarion. Your body reacted immediately with pure terror, jerking your wrist away and frantically rubbing at the spot, like his kiss had burned you.

You couldn’t even look at him, your mind was so scared you’d look and it would be her sitting there.

“Darling?” Astarion reached forward, hovering his hand over your knee, but not touching. You stared at it with wild eyes, focusing on his dull nails. They weren’t claws. They’re not her hands. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head insistently. No, this wasn’t his fault. Your bodies were so over-reactive, and it was never the other’s fault. It was their faults, for stealing years of your lives away and forcing you to be like this: So desperate for affection and so unable to fully enjoy it.

“Can I touch you?”

You forced your mind to think for an answer. There was a war inside of you. You wanted nothing more than for him to wrap you in his arms, pet your hair and ground you into his body. But your skin crawled just thinking about being touched. You tried taking his hand, hoping you could play with his fingers and run a thumb over his nails or- or something. But your fingers brushed his and you jerked away again when it felt like your skin was set aflame.

You shook your head over and over, tears beginning to choke you. “I’m sorry, I- I can’t-”

He shushes you. “It’s okay, darling. Just breathe.”

You don’t know how long you sit there, only able to stare at his hand as tears blur your vision, rubbing your wrist and willing the horrible feelings to pass. To his credit, Astarion stays there with you. You remind yourself over and over that it’s only him. You’re safe. You know you’re safe. With Astarion, you know you always will be safe.

When the tears have slowed and the emotions in your chest have mostly disbursed, you take a deep breath. You blink, and you finally look at him, a sort of guilt in your eyes. You sniffle pathetically, but you do your best not to look away.

“I’m sorry, Star. I don’t know why…”

He offers you a sympathetic smile, pinched tight from his worrisome frown. “I understand, love. Should I go out to hunt tonight?”

He waits as you consider it for a moment. Your hand absentmindedly traces over the new bite-scar on your inner wrist, the one you’d just been rubbing at like a madman. As if testing a theory, you reach out again and carefully touch his hand. This time, however, you don’t jerk back away. You visibly relax, shoulders slumping with relief as you sigh - you wanted nothing more than to touch him, and you couldn’t. He slowly turned his hand over to hold yours, loosely, so you could pull away if it became too much, but it only seemed to ease your fears more.

You shook your head slightly. “No, I can do it, just… no kissing. Not tonight.”

His hand slides to cradle your wrist, drawing a shiver from you and raising goosebumps along your arm. It amazes him even after all that, his touch affects you so greatly. “I’ll try to be gentle,” he promises in a murmur. You nod in understanding.

He draws your wrist up to his mouth, but pauses before he bites down. You’re still anxious; he can smell it racing through your blood, just below the surface of your skin. Slowly, as though you’re a deer prepared to race off at any second, he uses his other hand to intertwine your fingers. It’s awkward - he slips his fingers through yours from the backside of your hand, curling them into your palm - but you don’t hesitate to curl your fingers into a semi-hold anyway. It eases him to know you’re not scared of him or his affliction, only what has been done to you before. It’s a little sickening to think that way, he scolds himself, to be proud his vampirism doesn’t frighten you but the memory of someone else’s horrifies and haunts you.

He’s frowning when he leans in and immediately bites down, trying to be gentle as his fangs pierce into your veins. He doesn’t drink as much as usual, not wishing to pull you back over the ledge you seem to teeter precariously on. He doesn’t even lick the blood away when he lets go. Instead, he uses a cloth and swipes it away, before carefully wrapping it in a bandage as always, keeping it clean until Shadowheart can heal it in the morning.

He places your hand back in your lap, and lets go. His hands feel cold without yours.

“Come on, love. Let’s get you tucked in.”

You move like a zombie as you go through the motions of your nightly routine. You slip your feet under the blanket when he opens it up and lay on your side facing him, though you seem to look through him rather than at him. He tugs the blanket over your shoulders and carefully tucks it into your neck, where you grab on and pull it even tighter around.

He doesn’t curl up by your side as he usually does. Instead, he slips into his own bedroll and lays on his back with an arm to act as a pillow. He stares up at the canvas ceiling. Little imperfections in the fabric catch his attention, forming obscure shapes and faces in the flickering candlelight. It’s been a while since he hasn’t been able to cuddle somebody to sleep.

On one hand, he hates how weak it makes him feel. He’s so close to being free of Cazador, free of the chains that bind him; and here he is creating a bond out of material thicker than steel, tying you together by the wrists and preparing to burn the keys that could unlock the manacles.

On the other, he’d never felt so safe before. He’d never felt so warm and cared for. It doesn’t feel like it now, but he knows one day soon, perhaps even tomorrow, you would be pressed against his chest or he to yours, fingers in hair and tracing odd shapes into the other’s spine. Soon. He’ll have to suck it up and be patient until then.

He closes his eyes, prepared to try to sleep.

A few moments later, he hears you shifting, the soft rustle of fabric, and he feels a soft touch against his free hand. When he opens his eyes and turns to look, you’re awkwardly leaned over to reach him, eyes staring at his hand, like you’re waiting for the second the touch turns sour and your master’s burning caresses take over.

He tentatively turns his hand over and allows you to curl your fingers around his, holding him securely, even as your fingers twitch like you’re debating letting go. He slides your combined hands until they rest comfortably between you both. You relax back into your pillow.

“I’m right here, my darling. I won’t leave.” He squeezes your hand gently. “Get some sleep.”

You nod slightly, so faint he almost misses it, and finally close your eyes. You don’t sleep for a while. Your heart rate spikes every so often, and he can hear you taking deliberate, slow breaths to calm down, but you don’t let him go. Late into the night, when the moon has already passed its zenith, your breaths even out and your heart calms to a steady beat.

He squeezes your hand again very softly, and closes his eyes once more.

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writermask-0807 · 24 days

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todoroki touya (dabi) x reader “[3:07 a.m.]”

warnings: swearing, angst with no happy ending (i think?? m not sure 🫠) this is like a. vent, ig, haha. also probably shitty cus it's stupid and unedited and like. three in the morning.

[3:07 a.m.]

when dabi finally slips into your room, reeking of burnt flesh and ash and ruin, you’re already fast asleep,

(the shape of you heart-wrenchingly small under the thick covers, as if you were trying to protect yourself from- his heart clenches. from him.)

but that’s just as well, or so dabi thinks. the hour is ungodly, and he comes home late - later than late, actually, late enough that it’s early. late enough that you probably thought he wasn’t coming home at all, and who could blame you?

dabi is a man that commits arson and felonies on tuesday evenings and grins at the rising smoke and flames. he’s a man that burns to the touch, if he lets you in close enough - an icarus with melting wax wings, forever falling under the sun because some shitty feathers and a twisted ambition isn’t enough to keep him from burning.

but the thing with you is that you don’t mind the smoke or the ash - even if it means you’ll burn from tending to fire.

because you’re selfless and kind like that - you’ve always been, you with your soft healing hands gentle upon his skin (as if you think he’s actually a thing worthy of such redeeming softness, like he’s actually, really good) and your tender, open smiles and your stupid endless patience that never seems to run out even when he doesn’t come home for days, and when he finally does come, it’s to end up shitfaced and bleeding all over your couch, stealing the change on your counter or running hot when you beg him to stay, and -

dabi doesn’t deserve you, not when he hurts you as much as he loves you. but love has made him selfish - if not a little cruel.

but tonight, he promises, is the last.

the moonlight makes soft of your peaceful, sleeping face, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this, no furrow to your brow or wobbling curve of your mouth.

mindlessly, one of his hands drifts up to trace over the plump of your cheek, the bridge of your nose and then your jaw, stroking softly.

his breath trembles.

there are shadows under your eyes, dried tears on your cheeks. all because of him. what else does he need to see to know that this is what he does to you? that this is why he needs to leave?

for a world-muffling second, there is only the slow rise and fall of your chest, the soft lull of your breathing. the cadence of your heartbeat slow and sleepy as it beats against his own chest, thump thump thumping with your every breath.

and dabi lets his hand fall away, makes to stand up. he loves you, but you’re better off without him. this is for your own good, this is for his own good–

your eyes blink open in the darkness, tired and dark and mournful as you peer up at him through the shadows, your pinkie slowly, unflinchingly curling around his.

“stay,” you murmur, and he can hear the hoarse exhaustion in your voice.

“stay. please.” you whisper again, and dabi doesn’t have the heart to say no.

he slips back under the covers, lets you grip his hand tightly like you’re afraid he’ll disappear again, because it’s not entirely false. kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your fluttering eyelids. your trembling mouth.

“i love you, dabi.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut again.

“love you too.” he tells you, guiltily waiting for when you’ll fall asleep again.

FIN-

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