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loud-sturniolos · 17 hours

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Crush, 2

A Chris Sturniolo fic

SUMMARY:

After the universe managed to make Chris and Y/N’s friendship awkward, Y/N goes on a date with another boy, only for her night to end up with her crying in Chris’s arms instead of naked in a strangers bed like she’d planned.

WARNINGS:

Same as pt. 1(hard on the cliche warning), a bit of angst, ends in fluff + confession, switching POVS (mainly 3rd person though), Y/N being kinda stupid/oblivious for a moment, not proof read.

TROPES:

Friends to lovers, one bed (pt 1), best friends brother, slowburn romance

A/N: I did not describe Y/Ns outfit for the date, because I know not everybody wears what I would have described, so y’all can make up your own outfit 😽 Also, never been on a date before, so forgive me for the terrible writing about said-shit-date

link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/loud-sturniolos/750056049665572864/crush-1

Chris ran into his room, expecting to see Y/N there, but he didn’t. He heard Matt laughing in the living room, and assumed he was with Y/N.

After Chris got dressed, he made his way up to the kitchen and found Y/N eating poptarts with Matt and Nick, all laughing about something. He stared silently at Y/N for a moment, admiring as she giggled at something Nick showed her on his phone. His eyes then went to Matt, who gave him a sly smirk before going back to talking to Y/N.

Y/N seemed to be ignoring him, he chalked it up to the fact she was probably embarrassed about what happened, which he was too. He walked over to the cupboards, looking for something to eat for breakfast.

“So, who’s this boy you’re going on a date with?” Nick asked Y/N, being obnoxiously loud. Chris looked over with his brows furrowed, trying to ignore the jealousy bubbling up. “You’re going on another date?” He asked, to which Y/N hummed in response, refusing to even look at him. “Yeah.. it’s not like a proper date though, I mean I don’t even know if I like him.. he’s cute though.” Y/N said quietly, unable to hide the smile that graced her lips as she spoke about the anonymous boy. “That’s nice.” Chris replied blandly, making Nick raise an eyebrow but say nothing.

It had been a few hours since Y/N showed obvious signs of her crush on the anonymous boy, and Chris was sat alone in his room playing Lil Skies and scrolling through Instagram, mindlessly sucking a lollipop when his bedroom door opened and Y/N walked in. Chris’s jaw dropped at the sight of Y/N’s gorgeous, but fancy, outfit. Chris, not so subtly, checked Y/N out, his eyes scanning from the gorgeous heels, all the way up to her gorgeous makeup. “Do I look good?” She asked quietly, clutching her purse in her hands in front of her stomach. “You look amazing.. but I thought you didn’t like fancy dates?” He replied, Y/N’s face softened ever so slightly at the fact the boy remembered. “Yeah.. but he really wanted to take me to this fancy restaurant.” She mumbled awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh, alright.” Chris shifted to sit at the edge of the bed, all he could think about was the dates he’d take Y/N on, dates that she would enjoy just as much as he did.

Y/N smiled gently and walked over, opening her arms for a hug. “I’m about to leave, so..” “He’s not picking you up?” Chris said as he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, unable to hide the annoyed tone in his voice; this guy did not know how to treat a girl, Y/N deserved better, Y/N deserved a guy like him. “No, he said he couldn’t, Matt’s dropping me off.” The girl replied, her arms locking around Chris’s neck as she rested her head on his chest. “Alright.. text me when you get there, yeah? And when you get back home?” He mumbled protectively, pressing a gentle kiss to her head. Y/N blushed slightly at the kiss, pulling away as Matt yelled for her to hurry up. “I will, bye Chris. I’ll see you later, yeah?” A smile graced her lips again, it was even bigger than the one she had when talking about the anonymous boy she had a date with, and Chris took pride in that.

Matt dropped off Y/N at a fancy restaurant, “Text me if you need picking up, alright?” Matt said before she shut the door and walked up to the front of the restaurant, waiting for her date.

After 40 minutes of waiting, Y/N sighs and pulls out her phone to call a Uber to go home, but then her date shows up finally. He stops in front of her, and looks nothing like he claimed to look like. His profile said tall and brunet, the man in front of her was at most 5’3”, and his hair definitely used to be brunet; not so much any more.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” He said, a lustful grin on his cracked lips, “Um.. yeah, are you..” She took a moment to glance at her phone, at the dating profile of the man she thought she was meeting, “Daniel.?” She continued. “Yeah, sorry I don’t look like my pictures, they’re from a while back.” He replied nonchalantly, then grabbed Y/Ns wrist not-so-gently and dragged her into the restaurant, “I can tell..” Y/N muttered under her breath.

As the two sat down, a waiter walked over and took their orders. “I’ll have a steak, and a whiskey sour.” Daniel says, not very politely, to the waiter, and before Y/N could order her meal he speaks up again. “The lady will have a salad, and a glass of red wine.” Y/N raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” She said, absolutely baffled at what was currently happening, “What?” Daniel replied, his voice muffled by the bread he’d already stuffed in his mouth. Y/N stayed silent for a moment, letting out a sigh and standing up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She spoke bluntly, before walking away.

Once in the bathroom, Y/N opened her bag and took out her phone, immediately ordering an Uber. Once the Uber was confirmed, she put her phone away, fixed up her makeup then walked back out.

Instead of sitting down, she leant over to pick up her bag, then looked at Daniel, who looked confused to say the least. “This isn’t going to work out.” Y/N said, trying to sound as polite as possible. “What? Why?” Daniel snapped, he no longer sounded or looked smug, or lustful, he looked more..aggressive.

Y/N sighed and took a small step back, staying as calm as she could. “I just don’t think it’ll work out, I’m sorry, it was lovely meeting you.” She spoke politely, trying not to make Daniel angrier than he already was. “Well, what about the bill? I’m not paying for it.” He scoffed, “I’ll venmo you.” She said before quickly leaving the restaurant.

After a minute of waiting, the Uber pulled up and Y/N got in, but instead of giving her address she gave the triplets address, and after a quick 10 minute drive of awkward small talk with the Uber driver and trying not to cry over another failed date, the uber finally pulled up at the triplets house.

Y/N POV

I got out of the uber, walking up to the front door and knocking gently. After a few minutes, I could hear voices from inside.

“Who the fuck would be here at this time?” “I don’t know, Nick. How the fuck would I know?” Then the two brothers could be heard arguing, the sound of the door unlocking calmed my nerves ever so slightly. The door opened to reveal Chris, who raised an eyebrow at the sight of me, then his eyes widened as I threw myself into his arms and started sobbing into his chest.

Chris pulled me inside, shutting and locking the door, one of his arms staying firmly around my waist. “Who is it?” I heard Nick yell from the kitchen, “It’s Y/N, and shes upset about some-“ Chris couldn’t even finish his sentence before Nick and Matt had rushed over, Nick pulling me away from Chris, who scowled ever so slightly. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Was the date that bad? Do I need to beat his ass?” Nick rapid fired questions at me, I wasn’t even listening. “Okay, Nick— Give her some space.” Matt said calmly, gently prying Nicks tight grip away from my shoulders. “Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?” “No.” “Okay, why don’t you go have a shower and calm down, and then we can watch some movies?” Matt pat my shoulder, before I hummed softly and walked away, heading toward Chris’s bathroom.

Chris’s POV

I raised an eyebrow as we watched Y/N walk to my bathroom, usually she went Nick’s, but we didn’t say anything.

“Me and Nick will find a movie and get snacks, Chris you let Y/N borrow some of your clothes for the night.” Matt said before walking towards the TV, then Nick walked back to the kitchen, and I went to my bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, Y/N walked into the room in just a towel, her hair still damp and messy. I didn’t even notice I was staring until she cleared her throat, “Oh, yeah— Sorry, here.” I mumbled awkwardly, eyes now staring at the floor as I handed her one of my Fresh Love hoodies and matching sweatpants. “Thanks.” She said, still staring at me with the clothes in her hands, until I realised she was waiting for me to leave so she could change. I nodded and got up, quickly leaving the room and shutting the door behind me, leaving her in peace to change.

3RD person POV:

Y/N quickly changed into Chris’s matching Fresh Love set, rubbing her eyes gently before walking out the room and back to where the boys were.

Chris looked up first as she entered the room, trying, and failing, to hide a smirk as he saw the girl in his clothes. Matt and Nick looked up after Chris, smiling at their friend as she walked over and sat herself in between Nick and Chris. “What movie are we watching?” Y/N asked, her hand grabbing some popcorn out the bowl on Chris’s lap. “Let it Shine.” Nick replied softly as he pulled Y/Ns head onto his shoulder, rubbing his best friends neck and shoulder comfortingly.

The movie had finished about 10 minutes ago, Nick had gone to bed halfway through, and Y/N was fast asleep with her head on Chris’s lap, her cheek pressed against his thigh. “Shes so pretty,” he says softly, making Matt smile at his lovestruck brother. “When are you gonna tell her?” “I was thinking tomorrow.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

Matt stood up, stretching before he grabbed his phone and a bag of chips from the coffee table. “I’m gonna head to bed, you need help carrying her?” He said jokingly, “Nah, I got it.” He said with a smirk, picking Y/N up by her waist and walking to his bedroom after bidding him goodnight.

Chris got to his room and placed Y/Ns sleeping body on his bed, pulling the covers over her before getting ready for bed himself, he paused mid-taking his shirt off at Y/Ns sleepy voice. “Chris?” “Yeah?” “love you.” a blush spread across Chris’s face, he turned to face Y/N, seeing her eyes still closed and he realised she was talking in her sleep. He sighed softly and rubbed her cheek, “love you too, ma.” he whispered before climbing into the bed on the other side, pulling Y/N into his chest as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Chris woke up first. He was completely exhausted, he was in and out of sleep all night because he couldn’t stop overthinking about confessing to Y/N. It was about 11AM, he climbed out of bed slowly, trying his best to not wake the sleeping girl.

He managed to get to his bedroom door before he heard a small groan, turning his head slightly he saw Y/N stirring in her sleep. A soft sigh left his lips as he walked back over, his hand gently rubbing her shoulder. “G’morning, ma.” He said, his voice almost inaudible as he didn’t want to wake her up fully. “Morning..” she managed to reply, her eyes only open ever so slightly. “I need you to wake up for me, I gotta talk to you.” Chris said gently, and Y/N opened her eyes a bit more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “Mhm?” She hummed softly, now looking curious as well as half asleep.

Chris sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his hands in his lap. After a minute of silence, he finally speaks, his voice shaky and nervous. “Y/N..” He took another second before blurting it out, “I like you.” “Yeah, I like you too.” She says with a sleepy smile, “No, Y/N, I like like you.” Y/N went silent, processing what he said. “..are you asking me out?” “I guess, yeah.. yes, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend— or at least go on a date with me.” Y/N stayed silent, a blush spreading across her face as she took a minute to collect her thoughts “Chris, I..”

tags:: @sturnioloshacker @mattslolita @jamiesturniolo @stasiesturn @sturnsbabie

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lusilly · 8 months

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i've been writing earth 28 for 11 years (i officially coined the universe # in april 2012) and i still cried like a baby while driving 7 hours yesterday because i listened to the mary lambert cover of teenage dirtbag and thought about 15yo lian

#thought about how lian's 5 year crush on irey was really just an elaborate facade to prevent her from getting hurt #instead of ever having feelings for someoen attainable she has her sights set on her bff who is in a happy relationship #and she refuses to say it out loud but EVERYBODY KNOWS #and so because of that she can avoid emotional intimacy with Anyone and everyone #including damian with which she has the most bonding/in common with #but her feelings for irey are an iron wall that protects her from getting too close to anyone else #AND gives her an excuse to continue being a bitch to anyone because to be nice is also to be vulnerable #but so when they got together OF COURSE! OF COURSE IREY WAS NEVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO STACK UP #TO THE DREAM LIAN HAD BEEN CULTIVATING FOR 5 YEARS!#LIAN WAS NOT IN LOVE WITH A PERSON SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH AN IDEA!#so of COURSE it was never going to work #all three of them wasted so much time and for what! for what! they all lost each other in the end!#earth 28

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woso-dreamzzz · 6 months

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Tantrum

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You have a tantrum

Pernille knows that you're in a mood the moment you wake up.

You're very grumpy, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. Your eyes narrow to slits. "No."

You flop back down onto your pillow.

"Princesse," Pernille says," Come on, up now."

"No."

She doesn't wait for you to argue anymore, pulling your limp body up and into her arms. You ragdoll in her grip, refusing to hold your weight up as she brings you to the kitchen table.

There's toast on your plate and for some reason that annoys you. You take a bite before pushing it away.

"You feeling okay, princesse?" Morsa watches you carefully. Her hand comes to rest on your forehead.

"Fine," You grunt.

"Are you sure?"

"Fine." You push her hand away and glare, bottom lip poked out slightly in anger.

Morsa pushes your food back to you.

You frown and push it away again.

"Alright, you," Pernille says when it becomes clear that Magda is floundering with what to say to you," Come here."

You ragdoll again but let her manipulate you into your clothes. You've got big feelings in your body that you don't quite understand but they're making you feel a little icky.

"You just have to strongarm her a little," Pernille explains when Magda hovers incessantly, clutching a medicine bottle and thermometer," She doesn't have a fever and she isn't ill. She just gets into little moods." She smiles. "Gets it from you."

Despite Morsa's instance, you don't end up fed medicine and put back to bed. You're dragged out by your Momma to the training ground, where you're plopped onto the ground with your crayons and colouring book.

Your stuffed swan stares back at you in judgement and your face wrinkles in anger.

You smack it across the face, causing it to tumble onto the pitch and away from you. You grab a red crayon and aggressively scrawl it over your paper, completely uncaring of actually staying in the lines.

"That's a lot of anger, there, kiddo. You feeling alright?"

You ignore the voice and continue to scribble on your paper.

"Your little friend looks so lonely." Fran was usually cool most of the time but the way she held girl-swan in her hands and waved the toy in your face had you annoyed for no reason.

It bubbled up within you and made your chest feel all icky again.

"No."

"No?"

"No!" Your screech is loud as you tear your girl-swan from Fran's grip and throw it across the field again.

Fran doesn't move apart from her mouth falling open in shock. She tries to reach for you - to do what, you don't know. You screech in her face again and flop onto the ground.

You scream and then cry when the screaming doesn't make you feel better, kicking your little limbs against the ground.

Fran reaches for you again and you don't stop yourself from hitting her.

"No! No! No!"

You slowly get more hysterical until you can do nothing but scream and cry, your English failing you entirely.

"Nej! Nej! Nej!"

Your screaming got everybody else's attention.

Morsa was at your side instantly. She tries to pick you up or at least restrain you but you were having none of it. You hit at her and scream louder than before, right in her face.

She looks at you in shock. She had never seen you like this before. Whenever she used to visit you and Pernille in Germany, you were always an angel - in a good mood and happy to see her.

Now, though, you look distraught. Your face slowly turns more red and you burst into more hysterical tears. Your hand comes to hit her again but it's caught easily and you're hoisted into Pernille's arms with little fanfare.

Magda hurries after Pernille quickly, abandoning the rest of the team training. She ends up in the locker room where she watches as Pernille places you in the corner of the room.

You don't fight her on it. She's whispered something in your ear and you melt, taking a seat in the corner as Pernille joins Magda.

"She's upset," Magda says, although her voice sounds so pathetic in her own ears," She needs a hug."

"She hit you," Pernille replies," And she hit Fran. She's been in a bed mood all day but that doesn't give her an excuse to hit people. She's in time out for five minutes."

"She needs a hug," Magda says again as she watches as you pant, having cried all your tears.

"She'll get a hug. After her timeout. It's only five minutes."

"That's a long time for someone so little."

"Magda," Pernille says fondly with an eye roll," I've been disciplining y/n for a while now. Trust me, she is fine."

The five minutes stretch on for an eternity for Magda and she lets loose a loud breath when Pernille calls you over.

You scamper towards them before scuffing your foot on the floor.

"Sorry."

"Can you tell me why?" Pernille asks, voice gentle as she guides you to stand between her legs.

Your head stays looking at your feet as you speak," Yelled and screamed and hit Fran and Morsa. Cried too."

Pernille's hand cups your cheek and lifts your head to look at her. "First of all, you never have to apologise for crying. You're allowed to cry, princesse, but thank you for saying sorry about everything else. Were you having some big feelings?"

You nodded. "Uh-huh."

"And you didn't know how to say that?"

You shook your head. "Sorry."

"That's okay, princesse. Next time though, I want you to try really hard to let me or Morsa know that you're having a bad day so we can help. Is that okay with you?"

You nod. "Uh-huh."

Pernille smiles at you, wiping away your tear tracks and kissing your head. "Now, I think you need to apologise to Morsa for hitting her and give her a big hug."

You scamper towards Morsa. "Sorry for hitting you, Morsa," You say before crashing into her arms and squeezing her as tight as your little body can manage.

"Thank you, princesse." Morsa pulls you up into her lap and lays kisses across the side of your head.

You yawn.

"Alright, princesse. Why don't we go and find Fran so you can say sorry to her and then we'll all have a big family cuddle somewhere quiet and you can get some sleep?" Pernille says.

You nod the sleepiness out of your eyes. "Okay, Momma."

#woso x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #hardersson x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Time travel au where Steve is the last one to go through the gate in Eddie's trailer, except when he comes out, he's not in his Hawkins anymore. Instead of being greeted by the sight of his friends safe and sound and Wayne's mug collection, he's standing in some random guys trailer.

He gets shoved out the front door and into the strange new world that is undoubtedly Hawkins, but not the Hawkins he remembers.

Everything feels wrong. The people look strange in their weird clothes and a lady across the park screams into a flat rectangle in her hand. The trailers look the same but there's something about them that's definitely wrong. Some guy blows smoke in his face while walking past and instead of the gross smell of cigarette he was expecting, it smells sweet, almost like strawberries. He's so fucking confused. He knows he's causing a scene by walking around gaping at everything, but what else is he supposed to do? Steal a car and drive off? He's never seen cars like this in his entire life!! Do they even work the same way?!

Maybe he has a concussion. Maybe this is his version of a vecna hallucination.

And then things only get more confusing when a little girl runs over to him and beams up at Steve like they've been best friends forever. "Hi, Mr Harrington! Why are you here?" She can't be older than 9.

Why does this little girl know him? He stares at her and his confusion must show because she tilts her head and frowns. "Are you okay, Mr Harrington?"

She keeps calling him Mr Harrington, is he a teacher here? Oh god, does that mean there's another version of himself running around here?! Wherever here is.

"I'm... fine. I'm just a little lost." He walks away before he scares the poor girl with his rising hysterics. Steve knows these roads like the back of his hand, he's driven them his entire life, but he takes a million wrong turns because there's suddenly so many new streets he's never even heard of. Where there should be a huge clearing, there is now a building so high Steve swears it touches the sky and the tree him and Robin used to have picnics under is now gone and replaced with a parking lot filled with more weird cars.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?!" Steve finally makes it to where his house should be and there's... nothing. It's just a block of land for sale. It tips him over the edge. He can't remember the last time he cried but right now he is balling and hiccuping as he stumbled down the street he grew up on. But it's wrong. It's all so wrong. People drive past and give him weird looks, a lady even stops jogging and takes out the tiny earplugs that play music so loud Steve can hear it, and asks if he's OK. "No, I'm not. This isn't real. This isn't real!"

It has to be vecna. He's got him. That's why he's stuck in this nightmare. "You have to play music! Give me your plug things! Make them play anything! Get me out of here." The woman refuses and does nothing but stand there in shock as Steve sinks down to the sidewalk and starts singing Everybody Wants to Rule The World as loud as he can.

"I'm calling 911. You need help." Steve doesn't hear her. He's singing so loud people are starting to come out of their houses to see what's going on but that doesn't matter to him. This isn't real. Vecna has him and he needs to get out.

When the ambulance pulls up, Steve's run out of tears. He's cried himself dry and he's resigned to the fact that any minute now, Vecna is going to snap his arms and legs. "I'm ready." He says quietly to no one but himself. He'd rather it be him than any of his friends. He knows they are probably watching him and trying to bring him back but it's too late. He can't hear the music they're playing.

"Steve?" A familiar voice drags him out of his own head, but it can't be real. He heard that voice take its final breath just mere minutes ago, he can still feel his drying blood under his fingernails. Steve lifts his head and there he is, it's Eddie, no doubt about it. His long hair is tied up in a bun and his eyes are sparkling with worry as he crouches down in front of Steve. It's then that Steve realises Eddie is in full paramedic gear and he's pulling all sorts of things out of a bag to check on Steve.

"Eddie, you're alive." He whispers in disbelief as Eddie checks him for any head injuries. "Where are we? How do we leave?"

Eddie pulls back and there's panic behind his eyes as he slowly helps Steve to his feet and gestures to his partner to grab the stretcher. "Steve, love, I need you to tell me what happened. Why aren't you at work?"

At work? What is Eddie going on about? And did he just call Steve love?!!

"Eddie, this isn't real. I need to leave. I can't stay here with you." He says it slowly so that Eddie understands. He may be some figment of Steve's weird dream imagination and he doesn't want to freak the poor guy out by telling him he's actually dead.

Eddie breathes in and out, his hands a little shaky as he helps Steve onto the ambulance stretcher. His partner helps get Steve set up in the back of the ambulance before they're driving off. Eddie reaches out and holds Steve's hand gently, the gesture surprising but not unwelcome. "Steve, baby, this is very much real life. You're in Hawkins. It's March 21st, 2023. Your name is Steve Harrington, remember?"

"Wait, what?!" Steve tries to sit up but Eddie gently pushes him back down. They hit a bump in the road and Eddie swears softly under his breath about his partner's driving. "It's not 1986?!" He's panicking. He can feel his heart rate spike and his breathing starts to quicken. Eddie tells him to stay calm and just breathe in and out but Steve can't hear him.

Maybe this really isn't Vecna. He'd be dead by now if Vecna had him and Eddie's touch feels too real to be a dream.

Before he knows it, his vision is going spotty and then he's out; the panic and absolute absurdity of it all finally getting to him.

"You'll be okay, Stevie."

Except this isn't the Steve Eddie knows and loves. His Steve, his darling husband, is currently having a dilemma of his own back in 1986.

#HELLO MY SWEET DEAR LOVELY PEOPLE !!#I HAVENT PROOF READ THIS #ENJOY #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #stranger things s4 #steveddie

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peachsayshi · 11 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: heartbreaking kind of angst; pining; reader is gojo’s sister; geto has tattoos; au; age gap; reader is twenty two and geto is twenty seven; mentions of alcohol

⥽ notes: keeping this open ended because I may write more on this.

✧⋄⋆��⋆⋄ older brother’s best friend geto x female reader (inspired by this post) ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

your heart refuses to steady herself as she continues beating erratically, knocking against your ribs and begging for release. you’ve waited patiently for her to return to normal, but she sings even louder as you push her to the of her back of your mind, chanting on and on about a love that she refuses to remain silent about.

it’s been weeks since the kiss; days where you spent countless nights wide awake while thinking about suguru. when you close your eyes, the memory plays back like a dream, the feel of his lips etched perfectly in your mind as familiar as the air you breath.

he was so slow, so gentle; guiding you with patience while sweetly explaining what to do with your lips and tongue. he whisked away your nerves with the brush of his tender hand, trailing it slowly to the back of your neck to hold you in place. you expected him to pull away once you got the hang of it, but instead he continued exploring.

it made your stomach flutter, stirring a heat deep within your core that made you a little lightheaded.

your own nervous hands reached to hold him by his strong shoulders, the touch resulting in suguru to swing his free arm around your waist and pull you right up against his chest.

god, he was strong, you could feel it in the grip of his palm and the way he maneuvered you around like a rag doll.

minutes might have passed, but you could barely count the seconds once you felt his weight collapse onto you. you were trapped underneath his broad chest, legs slowly intertwining around his hips as he pinned you horizontally onto the sofa.

you were buzzing from head to toe, tingling fingers reaching for the strands of his beautiful mane. then there was the roll of his hips, moving at a graceful pace, pressing the heavy weight of his erection right up against your jeans.

you whimpered, pulling away from his lips for a moment to pant out his name.

you felt him grow still, tangled between your limbs as if registering the moment himself. he dropped his head down to your shoulder, mumbling a curse under his breath before carefully pulling himself back upright.

“shit, uh...” he exhaled, a hint of shame masking his ever so handsome face. “I didn’t mean to get carried away.”

you didn’t know what to say; a part of you was desperate for him to continue, to familiarize yourself with desire in every capacity, but instead you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and mumbled “it’s alright,” quietly.

you haven’t seen suguru since - not alone, at least.

the two of you stayed in touch with the occasional calls and texts, but you’ve been itching for a repeat of that moment once again.

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tonight is your chance, and your heart won't stop pounding.

despite knowing everybody at suguru’s birthday party, you still can’t help but feel isolated from the crowd. you were standing in the corner, trying your best to remain cool as you carried on your conversation with shoko and utahime.

you were holding your purse protectively close to your chest, securing the small but neatly wrapped present inside. your eyes kept glancing to the rest of the party, scanning over your brother’s loud personality taking up most of the space in the room, and trying to find his quiet, dark haired counterpart.

your cheeks grow scorchingly hot when you accidentally made eye contact with suguru.

you quickly turned away, taking a sip of your drink to cool yourself off.

he looked unfairly good tonight. his hair tucked away in a perfect bun and he dressed to mirror the striking night sky in all back. you envied how he effortlessly carried himself, not a single ounce of uneasiness wavering his confidence.

still, you didn’t want to come across as desperate, wanting to uphold the same level of aloofness that he did about the kiss.

it’s a casual thing, you kept repeating to yourself but your heart fought back with a convincing rebuttal.

you were grateful that you were able to play the wallflower tonight, finding moments of solitude to yourself just to recollect your thoughts. you managed to slip away from the crowd for a moment, and headed over to the kitchen.

just as you opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water, you heard a honeyed voice speak from behind you.

“hey, you”

you almost backed up right against the fridge as you turned on your heel when suguru walked towards you, your knees instantly buckling from the nerves.

you glanced around the room and realized that there was no one else around.

you finally earned your moment alone with him.

you felt like a teenager staring up at the beautiful boy you knew you could never have, but you mustered up a single string of confidence to share a lovely smile and greet him with an eager “hello”.

there’s a look in his dark eyes, one of recognition and intrigue that sends a tingle up your spine. you shift anxiously from one foot to the next, clutching onto your water bottle as he reaches for a beer.

he cracks it open against the table, and you can’t help but clench your thighs as you noticed how his muscles tense, causing the veins in his forearms to protrude slightly against his intricate tattoos.

he holds your shy gaze once more, taking a sip of his beer before offering the bottle to you.

“want some?”

you politely shake your head no, and in turn he just smiles.

“not your thing?”

“I’m not a fan of the taste - it’s too bitter”

“hmm, quite understandable coming from someone so sweet”

his comment left you speechless, left you standing there with parted lips and a slightly dumbstruck expression.

of course, suguru notices, and he finds the opportunity to sew up the dividing space separating you both.

“you look nice,” he compliments, doing very little to help the blood pumping heavily into your ears.

you look down at your outfit - the one you carefully pieced together like a complicated puzzle.

your heart is giddy, skipping over itself with excitement that suguru even noticed.

you squeeze the bottle against your sweaty palms, hoping that your flushed expression wouldn’t make itself obviously known.

“thank you,” you reply coyly. “satoru said I was overdressed...”

“I think we both you know that your brother is a bit of an idiot,” suguru remarks with a quirk of his brow, “don’t take everything he says to heart”

it killed you how easily you swooned, posing as a weak challenger when in combat against him.

you laugh under your breath, your shaky hand placing the water bottle back onto the counter. you fold your arms close to your chest, trying your best to to even out your courage as you find his eyes once more.

“I don’t,” you reassure him before gently reaching to tug at his soft black tee, “happy birthday, by the way. I-I- didn’t really get a chance to say it properly yet,”

suguru nods his head politely in acknowledgement, “thank you, I’m glad you came tonight...”

“you are?” you ask a little too hopefully, a little too earnestly from how your brows upturn with curiosity.

“of course,” he states matter of factly, “you’re just as important to me as everyone else in the room”

his words send a tremor down to the space between your legs. you can literally feel yourself throbbing for him, and the way your eyes glaze over with a filter of pretty pink hearts is evidence that you didn’t need any alcohol to inebriate you when he was doing the job all by himself.

“I got you something-” you whispered, but your voice was drowned out by yuki.

“oi, did you disappear with our beers, suguru?”

“no, sorry,” the man replied, ripping apart the tension by casually grabbing a couple more bottles in his hand. “I’ll be right there...”

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

as the night was drawing to a close, you were starting to feel more and more like a fish out of water. shoko’s home was now filled with friends and associates, each person moving between the crowd like they simply just belonged there.

being the youngest person in the room, you felt wildly out of place. you check the clock just one more time, before deciding it would be best to end the night…but not before you give suguru his present.

you informed satoru of your departure, to which he asked utahime to offer you a ride home.

“text me the minute you are back at your place, alright?” your brother insisted with a protective tone.

“I will”

“I just have to use the bathroom before we head out,” utahime informed as she reached for her own purse.

“that’s fine, but, uhm...do you have any idea where suguru went? I just want to say bye...”

“I saw him stepping outside for a smoke with his friends...just be mindful of the one with blue hair...” she explained. “I’ll meet you by my car when you’re ready okay, sweets?”

you nodded your head.

you kept an eye out for him as you traveled through the crowd, holding the gift protectively between your fingers. there was a tightness in your belly from the building tension, but you were hopeful that he would like the present that you thoughtfully picked out for him.

sliding one of the glass windows open, you stepped out into shoko’s garden. the stone pathway was lit up with candles, radiating the many shades of green around you, but as your eyes scanned the scene an audible gasp left your lips when your heart froze.

when finally, after weeks of conducting it’s own music, it stopped beating.

there was suguru - his back up against the wall and his arms around someone else.

one hand was digging into the fabric of her purple dress, the other tangled around her light hair as their lips locked in a heated kiss…and they were completely engrossed in one another.

you couldn’t move, you couldn’t even breathe - it’s not the first time you’ve seen suguru kissing somebody else, but this particular one paralyzed you then shattered you into a million little pieces on the floor.

your fingers and toes went numb, your bottom lip trembling uncontrollably as you found the strength to turn back around with hot tears pricking your eyes. you wiped the rogue ones that fell down your cheeks, aimlessly meandering through the crowd as you hastily make your way over to utahime’s car.

all the while thinking how stupid, how so incredibly foolish, you are for falling for someone so far out of your league.

for loving a man who was completely unattainable to you.

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto x female reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x you #suguru getou x female reader #jujutsu kaisen fan fiction #geto angst #suguru geto angst #jujutsu kaisen au #suguru geto au #geto au

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lazywriters-blog · 9 months

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INNOCENT WITH A LIAR

I couldn't just sit by and do nothing after witnessing those pictures of Lyney holding- ahem! Oh, I think I just dodged a bullet again.

SUMMARY: You've heard voices around you as you are blindfolded, while you know you aren't in danger as it is a magic show, one can only pray nothing goes wrong.

WARNING: Nothing I can think of mentioning. Am I implying hypnosis? Yes, maybe. Also, I accidentally posted this... So... There's that.

The magician gave her the creeps, gently holding her shoulders and urging her to sit down on the chair, she looked at him one last time as he whipped out a piece of cloth and aligned it with her eyes, blocking out the crowd of people watching them, not being able to see them provided some relief.

Then, she felt his breath fan her earlobe and his voice closer than before. "Relax, your shoulders are far too stiff, there's no need to be scared," he murmured, his grasp increasingly growing tighter.

She doesn't feel good about this.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I shall make her disappear and reappear right from where she came from." he declared, showing his clothed wrist to the public and grinning wide. The lack of his touch further cemented just how tight he had held, "Don't close your eyes."

She is certain everybody is looking at her intently, straining their eyes to not miss a second and a whiff of the magician's secrets. Surely, if they focused without blinking once, they'd come to know how he did his tricks.

However, she doesn't know why she has to be blindfolded.

"On the count of three, say it with me... One..." he begins with a cheerful tone, and suddenly she's not too sure about why she accepted to volunteer, It seemed like a bad decision now that she's here on the stage and waiting impatiently.

"Two..."

"... Three!!" he pitched up his voice and then, the floor opened up beneath her making her fall to her doom as the crowd gasped.

She groaned as she fell out of the chair and landed someplace dark, picking herself up from the fallen stool she took off her blindfold and set her eyes on the door, jogging towards it she twisted the handle and it refused to curl and open. If this was a trick, someone would have to have been around to help her. Surely!

Mirrors reflected her frame and the candles did little to light up the place, arrayed hangers gently swinging right and left, and the make-up stalls smeared with accidental paints and lip tints, a resting spot and other things a dressing room would contain.

Unbeknownst to her, she had someone else taking her place.

"My dear audience she's appeared." Lyney smiled, and the spotlight showered down the seat she had been seated in. "Now you know she couldn't have walked there on her own."

The crowd clapped and she could hear them above her, she'd always known magicians tricked people but why did it have to be her? She frantically looked around, this had to be a mistake! Why would he have a problem with her?

There they were, still with their blindfold on and gripping the seat for dear life, heaving for air as the audience laughed loud and clear at the bowing magician. It had been his solo performance that evening and they couldn't be more impressed, indeed a grand finale for the parting.

She prepared herself to crash into the door hopeful that it would cause an unmissable thud, but nothing indicated they'd heard it, she had to make another sound.

She had to make them know whoever was in her place wasn't her! And she's still down here!!

"I shall see you all in my next performance!" he spoke over the sounds she managed to make, perhaps she had it wrong, and they were just keeping her there for the time being to make sure their magic secrets weren't exposed. "Hey!! I'm still here!!" she shouted.

"Hey!!! Be careful my dear people!!" he nervously grinned as rows of seat gradually emptied, one person hanged around a little longer to glance back and look at the magician quickly vanish behind the curtains rushing to the backrooms.

Of course, they had believed his lies.

The house was cleared of every citizen as lyney approached his sister who returned from the shadow. "So, how did it go? Did people believe it?"

"Looked like it, but was it really necessary?"

Lyney stumbled a little but regained his confidence quickly and retorted, "Of course, it was necessary! Otherwise, my feelings would have gone unheard." he muttered, his sister did not want to see him sad that had to be why she assisted.

But, doubt was a natural notion to any person.

"Alright... If you say so, let's go and see her." She unfolded her crossed arms and faced in the direction of the hidden rooms, lyney perked up and led the way to the secret passway underground they'd trapped her into. Nobody knew she never left the theater.

"Okay, wish me luck! If anything goes wrong, I need you to back me up Lynette."

"Yeah yeah, don't worry I won't let anyone find you confessing your love-"

"Hey! Not so loud!" he hurriedly urged.

"Stop being so paranoid bro..." Lynette deadpanned, leaning against the wall while her brother finally opened the door, looked at her once, and stepped in.

Perhaps the landing had been harsh, he should have kept something softer to cushion the fall but no use grieving over it since the task was complete and he had won his prize. He only needed to speak up and... Let his brain do the automated work.

Besides, he had practiced near to perfection. It couldn't be hard. He hopes at least.

"Hello, my dear lady... Sorry about the situation I put you into, I hope you are not that mad at me." he slowly pulls off his gloves, and sets his hat by the makeup booth. The room lit up bright with lights and candles, he had prepared everything to accommodate her short stay and make it somewhat romantic.

"I see you've taken off your blindfold, that's good... I would have been too shy to take them off myself since your eyes are so pretty..." he mused, closing the distance inch by inch and absorbing the shift in her behavior, usually when one's shoulders are raised and their backs erect. They're ready to fight out of fear. He'd know to be careful.

Her eyes are wide open and her breaths are audible for him to hear, the room had been quiet until he appeared. She didn't scream bloody murder whilst she had been down there, so maybe that's a good sign for him to consider.

"Are you alright? I could-" She quickly moved back when he took a step far too big, but he swiftly recovered, "I could take you someplace better if this is not to your liking." he lowered himself to her level, and magically, a plate of cake sat atop his palm. "You like cakes, don't you? I brought this for you earlier."

She hadn't eaten before coming to his show. "What do you want?" she asked the question nagging her, shuffled back some more, and glued her eyes on him. "Are you the one behind the serial disappearance?"

"Oh no! I would never do such a thing, but you are an exception I couldn't resist. Forgive me." he rested his hand on his chest and peered down. "I never would have done it if you hadn't gone and stolen my heart, honest. Unfortunately, we were... Ways apart and it had been hard to simply let my feelings drowse." he carried on.

"You see, I like you... And I couldn't find any other way to express that without..." he shook his head, "I wanted it to be a secret. That's all." he put on his plastic fake smile he's shown to the audience mere seconds ago.

"Oh..." she stared at him, he couldn't say it was a reaction he was anticipating. "What's wrong?" he took the bait even while understanding everything was wrong.

"Nothing... I thought I was kidnapped and... Awaiting bad things to happen." she softly uttered and faked a smile, he knew they were perfect for each other.

"I would never hurt you," he reassured.

"... Yeah." she had been slow to respond.

"Perhaps not the best confession you've witnessed but," he pulled a bouquet of roses out of thin air, "would you give me the pleasure of being your date for tonight?"

She did not move and stared at the bundle of red held before her, something about him just didn't sit right with her and it was driving her insane, she couldn't tell what troubled her.

She took in a deep breath and shook her head, "I'm sorry I'm far too frightened tonight to be your date, may I leave?" She wondered if her polite tone would do the job, "I would love to tomorrow." She had to fake something.

"Oh! That's alright..." he lowered his hand. The sight of his smile dropping was unnerving for her to watch, and she didn't know why, had she seen this exact enactment before somewhere?

"Can I escort you outside?" He stood up on his feet as soon as she had walked to the door and he closed the distance between them, She didn't want to show her back to him, she quickly turned around and gulped, "Please don't get so close to me." her heartbeat had picked up.

He didn't say anything but hurt had been written all over his face, "Can you unlock it?" she gestured to the door.

"Can I show you one more trick before you leave?" he mumbled.

"No, I'm good, I think I've seen enough of your magic tonight. Can I leave?"

"I know it looks bad but 'father' would have never encouraged such behavior from me." he gripped his fists, "I needed this to be perfect!! But I blew it!!" he shouted, and she stumbled back to the door to support herself. "I can't let you go knowing everything."

"Lyney, is everything alright? Why are you yelling?" A girl's voice resounded outside, she had never been so happy to know someone else could ambush her.

"Please, can you open the door?" she tried her luck at convincing the other voice, but Lyney quickly sternly retorted, "Don't, Lynette. I need your help."

"Why are you doing this? I won't tell any of your secrets to the public! I swear! Just open the door!"

"I need you to calm down. Everything is alright, you can relax." he took a small step forward, and two steps back when she refused to let him touch her, "I won't hurt you I promise! Don't do this to me!!" Everything hurt and he couldn't deny that it kept growing the more he drank in the terrified expression on her face.

Lynette could no longer stand still hearing the voices inside. She opened the entry and to her surprise, her brother's beloved crush fell out and landed on the floor, "Lynette! I told you not to open it!"

"My bad. She's the one you confessed to last night and failed?" She didn't seem bothered by the harsh tone her brother used. "You know, 'Father' would probably want to meet her if word gets out, right?"

"If it gets out, I won't let it."

"Whatever you say, bro. Do your thing."

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neoballsucker · 4 months

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SAY MY NAME

Summary : complaining to your friend about working overtime for extra work with the office's crush

Pair : mingi x fem!reader

Genre : office AU , SMUT

Warnings : semi public sex , pet names (princess baby etc.) , unprotected sex , soft Dom!mingi , cum play , fingering , blowjob

words count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still really bad at that I'm sorry 😭😭

Mingi was a really popular guy in your office

He was handsome respectful

He was the meaning of perfection

A Lot of girls had a crush on him you can't deny you didn't grow a little crush on him since you knew him he was attractive his deep voice made you melt everytime you hear it

You didn't know if he was single or taken it wasn't really your business a lot of women from the office tried flirting with him women older than him and younger than him it was embarrassing how he just refused to go out with them but can you blame them he was handsome and a gentleman man

“I really wanna ask him out but I don't really know how he rejects everyone” your friend sighs in disappointment

“Maybe it's because he has someone in his life?” You chunkles at your friend's disappointment

“It's okay babe he's not the only man out there you know that right” you try to comfort her patting on her back softly

“You're right but he's just…so handsome and cute, his girlfriend must me so lucky to have him”

“Yeah you're right he's handsome I agree but c'mon there are alot of men out there I'm sure they'll be better than him”

“Yeah it's okay whatever” she rolls her eyes

“Anyways wanna come to the club with me after work?”

You sigh deeply in disappointment “oh well… the manager told me I have to stay overtime because I still have some work to do”

“Oh damn that must be lame will you be alone or…?” She asks and pats your back softly

“I don't know probably…I hope so tho i don't want some nasty old men with me for overtime”

She chuckles at your comment “yeah I agree some of these old men are really lame I'd rather be alone too” you just nod and return your gaze to your computer

Time skips everybody left it was only you…that's what you thought until you heard footsteps you rolled your eyes thinking it was one of the old men until you heard his voice

“Hi umm is anyone there?” He said clearing his throat…it was mingi

“Oh yeah…hi mingi” you smiled and waved

“Oh hi y/n you also here for overtime?”

“Yeah unfortunately “ you sigh in disappointment and rolled your eyes

“Anyways work hard I believe in you” he winks and smiles softly

You didn't answer him you were just starting at him…maybe more than you should

He noticed it and chuckles “someone is in love I see” you shake your head “ahh no sorry I was just spacing out” you said and chuckled nervously “yeah I see it's okay you're to the first one to ‘space out’ talking to me” you roll your eyes “I can't blame them” you chuckles as you feel his body leaning closer “so do you think I'm handsome too?” You feel his body closer his voice getting deeper you swallow hard as you feel heat raise in your body pool was created in your underwear as you feel his lips on yours his lips were so soft and nice it tastes like strawberry it was sweet your eyes close slightly as you feel his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer to his tall figure you didn't want this moment to stop you felt him unbuttoning your shirt something in you told you to stop him but instead you helped him take off your shirt as your shirt was removed on the floor he cups one of your breasts as you moan into the kiss it felt like heaven it was good it felt unreal as you feel him take off your laced bra exposing your breasts you knew it was wrong doing it in a workplace he knew it was wrong doing it in a work place but who cares now?

He pulls out of the kiss going lower to the level of your breasts as you feel one of your nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers squeezing it you press your lips together as trying to hold your loud moans until you couldn't anymore you started moaning as you feel his fingers massaging your entrance the pleasure was too much for you.

“Will you please be quiet for me princess?”

“Y-yes I ca-” you couldn't even continue the sentence until you felt his finger inside you your eyes roll back as his fingers stretch your hole you try to moan but it got stuck in your throat as you cries out and whine

“If you can't take one of my fingers probably how are you going to take my dick princess huh?” You hide your face in your hands embarrassed as your ears slightly turn red from the embarrassment

“I-i will handle your dick mingi” your voice is shakey your vision getting blurry as you feel yourself near climax

“C-can I cum…please” as you said that you feel your hole empty whining that you couldn't cum

“Do you wanna make a mess in the office princess?” you shake your head and just roll your eyes

“Use your words baby”

“No mingi I don't but like please.. please can you fuck me” you begged it was embarrassing when you think about it but he looked just too hot to resist

“Alright fine then…it will be a quick one though” you nodded with a cocky smile on your face as he pushes you on a chair unbuckling and discharging his pants while you take off your skirt

“Open wide for me princess and don't forget to say my name” he chuckles softly as he settles between your legs teasing your entrance with his tip

“No teasing mingi please” as you said that you felt his dick inside you

You bite your lower lips trying to hold the urge to moan

“A-ahh mingi oh please faster” your voice was shakey it came out more of a moan than a proper sentence you can feel the smirk on his face even if your eyes are closed

“Oh fuck you're so tight princess pussy only made for me don't you think so ?”

“Y-yes mingi yes”

“You look so pretty all fucked like that pussy so tight yet taking me so well”

“I'm about to cum please can I cum?”

“Of course princess what are you waiting for” as you heard his words you released it all your eyes rolls back your grip on his hair gets tight as you feel him pull out of you

“Get on your knees for me baby” his voice was low it makes what to do whatever he asks you whatever it was you get on your knees between his legs taking a deep breath as you feel the tip tapping on your mouth you open your mouth as he puts his dick in your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down as you hear his moans and groans you feel his dick hitting the back of your throat as you try to not choke on it

He groans as he releases his seeds in your mouth some of it on the corner of your lips but you swallow whatever was in your mouth for now he wipes the cum off the corners of your lips

“Open for me princess” you open your mouth widely as he inserts his fingers as you wrap your lips around his fingers cleaning it off

“That's my girl” he smiles softly and kisses your lips and helps you stand grabbing your clothes and helps you get dressed as he gets himself dressed

“Alright now shall we go back to work?” He asks with a soft smile on his face

“Yeah I guess so” you smile weakly still feeling your sore throat but at least it was worth it wasn't it ?

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez hard thoughts #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x female reader #ateez mingi #mingi #mingi smut #mingi imagines #mingi fanfic #mingi hard thoughts #mingi x reader #mingi x y/n #mingi fic #🦒

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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🦋I love you and I like you🦋

Pairing: Lando Norris X Cherrie!

Word count : 9k

Summary: in which she’s a bitch, he’s a lover.

A/N. Also hi. I’ve never written for Lando before sooo this is like a little experiment I suppose. I’m thinking of writing one for Lance next? What do U guys think? Would you read a Lance one?? Lemme know xoxo

Charles was looking behind his teammate with a slight grimace taking over his designers as he let out a subtle sigh before glancing back over to Cherrie , who was sitting opposite him on the table while they are some lunch together like they often did before a race.

Pursing his lips to himself as he sent a silent pray to the bright blue sky above him that his friend would , for once in her life, at least try to play nice to the beaming man that was jogging their way with his eyes glued onto his target , the woman opposite him completely oblivious to how her peace was about to be disturbed.

"Cherrie. Please be nice." Charles blurted out to his teammate quickly and quietly , making her slowly lift her head from her container of food to give him a confused look at his sudden pleading.

Her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at a wide eyed Charles in mild concern , wondering why he looked so worried already . The last time she checked she had not done anything out of the ordinary that would lead to her needing to be told to be nice again.

Had she somehow said something to Charles that now had him pleading for her to be nice all of a sudden? Was it that joke that she muttered about him being such a princess when he refused to eat a Apple If it wasn't cut into slices?

Her frown deepened , judgment clouding her face quickly. "Seriously Charles? I only called you a princess and you're now whining about it- get over yourself-" she started to scold him , not amused in the slightest.

It was no secret that Cherrie wasn't the most...open of people.

She liked her close knit group of friends that understood her blunt and slightly mean sense of humour. Who didn't her offended by her constant sarcasm and creative insults. Who laughed loudly when she called them bitches and motherfuckers, who weren't really fucking intimidated by her like everyone else seemed to be.

She really don't understand why people were so scared of her. Maybe it was the resting bitch face? Or maybe it was the way she always looked like she wanted to knock someone's teeth out if they got too close to her.

Or maybe it was the way that she refused to beat around the bush with people, preferring to be bluntly honest instead.

That was the way that she had been brought up.

You didn't get very far in life if you faked being a happy go lucky , smiley and 'best friends with everybody' person. She didn't have the time or the energy to play nice with people that she had absolutely no interest in. Why should she? That would be making a liar out of herself.

She was a bitch and she was proud of it. She took great pride in being able to scare away grown men that were twice her size with just one glare. It was a talent really , one that she utilised daily.

People wouldn't leave her alone if she was nice. But when she acted like a bit of a cunt, she got all the peace and quite that she craved in life.

It was amazing really. And she was proud of the way that she had mastered the way of telling someone to get fucked without even having to open her mouth.

Maybe it was kimi's fault. He had been her mentor and close family friend for years. And he had taught her to not give a single fuck about what anybody else thought of her . And taught her to do and say whatever the hell she wanted to.

So she did just that. And usually it worked well enough to keep people away from her. Most guys kept their little infatuations and crushes on her to themselves , never getting too close and just admiring her from afar instead.

Well, Most of them. Except for one little, annoying , loud mouth driver who wasn't scared of her in the slightest. One that would not leave her alone , no matter how mean she tried to be to him. He was locked in and refused to give up on his endless pursuit for her affection.

He would have liked a kiss from her but so far all he could get from Cherrie was two middle fingers and a death glare. But it was a start. He wasn't giving up just yet.

Charles sighed "no! No! Not that." He lowered his voice as he leaned forward on the table to whisper to her . "He's coming over now. Play nice please." He warned her.

Cherrie scowled at him , chewing on her pasta boredly. "Who is?" She echoed in confusion.

Her teammate gave her a look "take a guess Cherrie. Which guy here is hopelessly in love with you and is also the only guy that isn't scared of you in the slightest?" He rose a brow at her pointedly.

Cherries face dropped in realisation just as a bright coloured, orange blur cane flying towards their table with a happy shout, dumping himself into the seated bench beside her with a grin.

Lando looked at her , saw her scowl and annoyed glare and laughed loudly . "Hey guys! How are you?" He greeted them happily , reaching for a tomato from cherries dinner without any hesitation.

Cherrie slapped his hand away with a low scoff , narrowing her eyes at the man beside her in Annoyance. "I was enjoying peacefully eating my dinner before you arrived." She muttered unhappily , refusing to look at him any longer and instead focusing back on her food again.

Fighting back a long sigh as she felt lando's eyes on the side of her face, unashamedly admiring her in the morning sunlight. His smile never dimming even when she was giving him the cold shoulder , as usual.

It was no secret to anybody that Lando was head over wheels in love with her. He had been since the very first moment he had met her over two years ago now when she got her contract with Ferrari. He was the first one to congratulate her and tell her that he couldn't wait to see her on the track.

Having been crushing on her long before she came to F1. He had followed her Instagram for years and liked every single picture she posted , always commenting a orange heart. Even on a picture of her tabby cat or a simple picture of her ocean view from her apartment, he engaged with every single post she made.

Cherrie had not been impressed by his schoolboy ways. She had came to race and win, not make friends . So she wasn't very interested in the way that he constantly flung himself at her without any shame , time and time again.

It was ridiculous and Cherrie didn't know why he was so taken by her, she had been nothing but a bitch to him from day one.

She tried insulting him. She tried ignoring him. She even told him bluntly that she didn't like him and that if he wanted to keep both of his legs then he needed to leave her alone and stop annoying her so much. But he just wouldn't give in.

Lando just smiled at her and tried another tactic. "You look really pretty today Cherrie. Have you done something different with your hair?" He complimented her sweetly .

Chin resting on his hand as he gazed at her with shiny eyes, ignoring the disgusted look that Charles was giving him as he tried to flirt with his teammate despite knowing fully well how she would react.

She side eyed him , unamused. "I just brushed it." She simply muttered before shoving a mouthful of pasta into her mouth so she didn't have to speak again.

Lando nodded his head along to her words "well, it looks amazing. I like the red. But I think you would look better in orange." He cheekily winked at her , laughing when she let out a loud sigh and finally faced him properly again.

She pursed her lips , face blank as she uttered. "I hate orange. It's not my colour."

Charles snorted behind the palm of his hand as he tried not to laugh as he watched her give Lando a hard time again. Feeling pity for the mclaren driver , but also not at all because Lando knew exactly what she was like, yet he still pursued her anyways.

Lando paused for a moment , trying to come up with a clever way to reply to that snarky answer and coming up short.

Instead he just chuckled and smiled at her in amusement "every colour is your colour Cherrie." Then he abruptly changed the subject , crossing his fingers for luck as he asked her hopefully "did you dump that footballer yet?"

Referring to the Spanish footballer that Cherrie had been seen hanging out with over the summer. The yacht pictures of the two of them practically jumping each other on the deck of the boat had crushed his heart a little.

But four weeks was long enough for his confidence and stubborn determination to come back to him in full swing , reminding himself that these flings that she constantly had with footballers and stars alike were always temporary.

Lando had never once seen her with the same man for longer than a month. She liked to keep her options open and never were they ever any feelings involved.

She just loved sex , that was all. And If all the other drivers could hookup with whoever they wanted and not get shamed for it then why couldn't she?

She wasn't ashamed of her little slut era that faded in and out depending where she was in the world. Spain, Italy and france had the most beautiful guys that she had ever seen in her life . And well, she was usually only there for a weekend so why not make the most of it and relax with a nice long marathon of sex with these Greek god type looking men?

She had no shame and enjoyed the way that the fans and press would go crazy whenever another picture of her with someone would make its way around the internet . She laughed at the comments calling her a whore who slept her way through each city , she laughed when they wondered if she was trying to shag every greatest footballer there was.

Because well, they weren't wrong. She loved footballers . They had the best stamina's and really nice yachts. She was allowed her fun. And to her fun was delicious food, long naps in the sun and sex, sex and even more sex.

She was pretty, she was young and she intended to enjoy every minute of her life doing whatever the hell she wanted to do. She didn't want or need a man to tie her down. They were fun in the sheets, as long as they weren't her sheets in her own home.

Never once had she brought any of her famous flings home with her. Not one of them had met her family and never once had she ever told a man that she loved them. Because she didn't and she wasn't a liar who was going to throw words like that around just to soothe a mans ego.

No way. And maybe that was also why she was so determined to push Lando away. She was certain that it was just a phase that she was going through. He liked her because he couldn't have her and as soon as he did have her, she was certain that he would grow bored of her and move on.

She didn't want to risk her heart like that. When she did eventually fall in love , she wanted it to be real. She wanted to be a hundred percent sure that that he meant it before she ever gave in and let herself experience true love.

And well, Lando was all smiles and laughter. Silly jokes and ice pops in the sun. He couldn't be that serious about her , could he?

It had to be just a silly little crush that he had on her, it would fade away. It had to.

"Not that its any of your business . But I didn't need to dump him because we weren't even together." She finally answered him . Eyes on her phone as she replied to a few text messages from her friends back home .

Lando raised a brow at her curiously , eyes flickering briefly down to the phone in her hand as he wondered who she was texting . Definitely not him seeing as she refused to give him her number knowing fully well that he would never leave her alone if she did.

"But you were kissing him on that yacht.." he voiced his confusion , turning in his seat so that he was sitting sideways instead. Giving her his full attention.

Cherrie glanced over at him with a slight frown , lips tugging at the corners despite herself as she answered him bluntly. "I was fucking him for a couple of weeks but I got bored and came back home."

Charles snorted a laugh while lando flushed slightly , swallowing at the way she so casually talked about sex like that. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably at the thought of her and another man ... doing it.

Charles couldn't stop giggling as he looked over at his teammate in amusement . "Wow. Heartbreaker ." He teased her.

She just rolled her eyes at him with a small smirk "no. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into. I made it very clear that it was just sex." She told him matter of factly.

Because despite being such a bitch, she never once led anyone on. She told them fair and square that it was always no strings attached. Just some casual fun when she needed to relax after a tough race.

"Is that deal just for footballers or-" Lando gave her a hopeful fluttering of his eyes , grinning at the way she immediate rolled her own eyes at him.

Something that she seemed to do often in his presence . He just wished that he could make her eyes roll to the back of her head in other ways instead.

She took a sip of her water and just looked at him for a moment , admiring the way his racing suit was tied loosely around his waist. A long sleeved , white shirt clinging to his chest tightly making her clear her throat and glance away.

"It's for guys over six foot tall." She smirked , playing with the paper straw between her teeth. Watching his face drop from the corner of her eyes, while trying not to laugh.

Lando sighed loudly , frowning at her. "I could wear heels. Does that count?" He offered to her. Enjoying her snark for whatever reason he did so.

Maybe he needed to see a therapist because why did he get so turned on when Cherrie was mean to him? Surely that couldn't be normal , right?

She snorted , laughing before she could even stop herself as she pictured cute little Lando running after her in heels all day long .

"No. It doesn't. I'm not interested in you at all Lando." She told him , hoping he would get the hint and move on.

He did not.

Instead he laid his head on his elbows that were resting on the table in front of him, eyes never leaving her pretty face as he admired the way her eyes seemed to be so bright under the sunlight. A few shades lighter then they usually appeared.

She was just so fucking beautiful that Lando had to remind himself to breathe properly.

"Why not? I'm amazing. I'd be a great boyfriend. I'd buy you flowers and take you on cute dates. I'd make you happy." He told her confidently . Not arrogant just stating the truth.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head as him in amusement . "So modest Lando. So subtle." He teased him.

Lando just shrugged and exclaimed "it's true!" Before looking back at a flustered Cherrie with a smile . "If you gave me -just one tiny- chance-"

She shook her head at him firmly "no. I don't want a boyfriend. Don't you think that If I wanted one I would have gotten one by now? I have plenty of options available ." She reminded them .

Charles sighed in amusement , looking between the two of them with amused smirk on his lips. "Both of you are ridiculously cocky. Maybe you are made for each other." He stated.

Lando beamed at him happily "exactly! We could be perfect! We'd be the hottest couple around!"

He then looked back at Cherrie "and maybe- just maybe the reason why you don't keep these guys around is because you want something real.." he motioned towards himself proudly "like me."

Cherrie couldn't have groaned any louder if she tried. Huffing at him in annoyance. "I don't keep them around because I don't like them like that. Just like I don't like you like that either!" She snapped at him.

Lando frowned "but how do you know that if you never give me a chance? Girls think I'm cute as hell!" He exclaimed . Getting frustrated with her stubbornness.

She looked him straight in his eyes and agreed "yes, you're cute Lando." Seeing his hopeful and pleased smile , she quickly crushed his hopes again.

“But I don't date cute. I like sexy men. Not cute!"

He didn't give up at all, merely raising his brow at her and replying .

“Sexy is temporary. Cute is forever." He stated confidently .

Charles giggled as he looked between them, his own free entertainment . "That would be a great slogan for a tshirt." He said.

Lando nodded in agreement, snapping his fingers at him . "You're right! Write that down!" He told him before turning his attention back to the love of his life again.

Cherrie was looking at him in disbelief. Head in hands as she wondered what she had to do or say for him to drop this little crush of his on her.

How much more meaner did she have to be?!

She had a horrible feeling that she could smack him and he’d probably thank her for it.

"You always go 'awww look at that cute old man across the road!'" he mocked her girly voice as he spoke making her gasp , offended. "Never 'wow look at that sexy old man!' If you think I'm cute now just wait a couple more years. I'm going to be this cute forever." He told her with a grin.

Cherrie reached over and smacked his arm, hard. Lando whining as he slapped her arm back without any hesitation. Both of them slapping at each other like little kids .

"I don't sound like that!" She shouted at him. Going for his head now instead.

Getting him into a headlock while Lando just giggled hysterically, his hands coming up to clutch at her arms with a grin.

"Ooo I’m Cherrie and I like to break lando's heart-" he continued on with a high pitched girly voice , mocking her in-between his own laughter.

Meanwhile Charles had his phone in his hand, filling the two of them to send to their group chat for the rest of their friends to see.

They all had bets running on how long it would take for Cherrie to give in. Some of them said never , betting that Lando would never get a real chance with her. Daniel was the only one that betted that the two of them would be together before the end of the season.

As Charles looked at them messing on in front of him, catching glimpse of the smile that Cherrie was trying so hard to hide as Lando wiggled around in her Arms. Almost on her lap as he jokingly licked her arm making her squeal in disgust , yanking her arms away from his neck to hurriedly wipe his Slava away from her skin.

Charles wondered if perhaps Daniel might be right.

"I'm not breaking your heart Lando! Stop being so dramatic!" She scoffed at him with a huff.

Glaring down at him when he laid sideways on the table bench , laying his head on her lap and refusing to move as he grinned up at her mischievously .

"Oh really? Feel my poor heart then." He grabbed hold of her hand and placed it over his racing heart firmly . His eyes never leaving her own.

She just frowned at him "it's just beating fast idiot.

Not broken."

He laughed, hand over her own as he gently caressed her fingers with his own. Sighing happily "yeah. For you. It does that every time you're near me." He sappily told her.

Ignoring Charles fake gagging in the background as he focused all of his love sick attention on her pretty, flustered face above him.

"Gross." She inhaled sharply as he slowly slid her hand down from over his heart and down to his chest and stomach instead.

He was smirking as he pressed her fingers over his abs slowly , tensing them up so that she could feel them even more.

“Could be all yours Cher ." He whispered to her slyly . Grinning at the way her cheeks were slowly turning as red as the car she drove.

She cleared her throat and quickly yanked her hand away from his, then she gave him a hard shove to his side that sent him flying off her lap and onto the floor below them Instead.

"Ow!" He yelped in shock as he laid flat on his back, looking up at her in betrayal . "Hey!"

Charles was laughing hysterically as he continued to film them. Cherrie just simply shrugging with a smirk as she looked down at him in amusement.

“my last boy toy had a eight pack ." Was all she muttered before getting up and throwing her Empty container in the bin.

Giving her teammate a casual nod "see you at the garage." She told him before walking away without a single look behind her.

Leaving Lando still laid like a starfish on the cold hard ground, the smile never leaving his face as he glanced up at Charles Stubbornly.

"She's the one. I'm telling you." He grinned.

Charles shook his head at him in disbelief "the one to what? Kill you?"

Lando sighed like a lovesick fool "she can kill me with her beauty. God.." he groaned in awe. "I love her."

Charles sent him a link for therapy later that night .

For some reason Cherrie didn't find herself very surprised when that very same weekend, at nearly two o'clock in the morning , there was a bunch of loud and insistent knocks at her hotel room door.

Quickly rolling herself out of her bed and grabbing a silk dressing gown to throw Over her shivering body, she hurried over to the door before they pissed someone off with their loudness.

Swinging open the door, she squinted as the light from the hallway shined into her tired eyes. Frowning slightly as she looked at the swaying, beaming face in front of her.

"Lando? What are you doing here?" She groaned out , exhausted and just wanting to go back to sleep.

But of course that was far too much to ask for and instead she was faced with a stubborn, drunk man child at her door.

Lando giggled as he looked at her bed head and pouty lips , sighing dramatically. "I can't wait for the day that I can wake up with you by my side looking like this." He waved his hand at her face a little too eagerly, almost slapping her .

Cherrie huffed at him as she grabbed ahold of his hand bedore he accidentally hurt her, looking down , unimpressed when he tried to sneakily intertwine their fingers together. Swinging their now joint hands between them happily.

She glared at him in annoyance "why are you here?" She repeated her question firmly . Too tired for his bullshit. She either had to be drunk of filled up with coffee to handle him, and that was on a good day.

He just smiled at her , playing with her fingers as he swayed in his spot. Cherrie moving a tiny bit closer to him, ready to catch him if he fell. She did not want to be blamed if he accidentally fell over and ended up hurting himself in the process.

"I wanted to see you. I was at the club and this girl wouldn't leave me alone." He slurred to her , squeezing her fingers like a child to her her attention as she glanced up and down the hallway, wondering where his idiot friend was that had to have dropped him off in this state at her door.

Her stomach turned uncomfortably as he mentioned a girl, pulling a face without even realising at as she looked at him with a frown. Getting more pissed off by the second.

"Okay?" She didn't know what else to say to that. She didn't want to hear about him with some girl. She just didn't.

She didn't know why and she didn't want to know why she felt uneasy at all. She had no right to be jealous. She was the one that had been rejecting Lando over and over again.

He had to move on from her sometime she supposed. So why the hell did it make her feel so sour? She didn't care. She fucked around almost every weekend with someone new. It was no big deal.

Lando, unaware of her little mental crisis , continued on obliviously. Nodding his head over and over again , looking at her with comically wide eyes.

"Yeah! I told her that I was in love with you but she just wasn't listening. So I had security remove her.” He whined to her . Almost falling onto the wall behind him as he lost his balance again.

Cherrie quickly lurched forward and grabbed his arm to stop him from falling onto the floor, sighing to herself as she carefully pulled him into her hotel room and shut the door behind them.

Leading him carefully over to her bed, crossing her arms over her chest once he had flung himself down onto the mattress like a drunk starfish. Beaming up at her happily as he snuggled into one of her pillows with a content sigh.

"You're not in love with me Lando." She muttered uncomfortably. Stood at the end of the bed and fiddling with her fingers. Not knowing what to do or say at all.

She was usually the one that was drunk and rambling away, she was the one that was babied on after a night out with friends . She had never been the caring or the responsible one before.

She didn't know how to handle Lando in general, never mind a drunk Lando who was apparently was just as infatuated with her drunk as he was sober.

Lando pouted up at her, eyes glossy and upset. The alcohol making him even more emotional than he usually was.

"Yes I do. Why don't you believe me?" He complained , frowning at her. Offended that she thought he was lying. "You make me happy and you make my heart sing-"

Cherrie cringed . Never one that could cope with feelings and sappiness. She couldn't even watch a romantic movie without leaving the room. All the lovey dovey bullshit gave her second hand embarrassment. She just couldn't take it.

She wasn't brought up to be emotional. Her family don't hug. Didn't talk about their feelings. Didn't tell each other 'I love you.'. The closest thing to love that she had felt from her father was a awkward pat on her back when she had told him that she had a contract with Ferrari. He said a firm 'well done.' Before excusing himself from the room. And that was okay. She knew that he was proud of her , she didn't need to hear him say it. It was fine.

Her friends had told her that she was emotionally constipated and afraid to be affectionate with anybody because she had never experienced it growing up. And well how could you crave something that you had never had before?

She had never even held hands with a man before. Sure , she slept with them and sucked their dick. But she never hugged them. Never held hands or said sweet words. It was only ever physical and she was okay with that.

Which was probably why she felt so clueless and uneasy around Lando . Because he wasn't afraid to be emotional with her . He told her how he felt without any shame. He always hugged her , sneaking up behind her to wrap his arms around her in a embrace before she could even think to threaten him away.

He told her she was beautiful every time he saw her even when she knew that she looked like a mess . He looked to her whenever he said some stupid joke just to see if she would laugh too .

He sent her flowers every time she won a race , and she won regularly . So she had a new boutique nearly every other week.

He asked her about her day, he asked her about her friends and family. He sent his coat to her hotel room when he had found out that she had forgotten hers at home. He sent her care packages every month when she was on her period.

He wrote her little cheesy notes and printed out pictures and poems that he thought she might like. He bought every single piece of her merchandise that came out and proudly walked around the paddock wearing it. Telling anyone who would listen to buy it .

He did all these things for her and she didn't do anything for him in return. Not nearly as much.

Sure. She scolded his team principal after she had heard that he had upset Lando. He didn't know that she did that. Only the security man who had to drag her away did.

And sure, she sent him packages of strange things in stores that she had found that reminded her of him. She never signed her name. He didn't know it was her that sent them.

And sure . She paid for his birthday party at a fancy club, telling the owner to put everything on her tab even when she didn't attend the party herself. Sending him only a brief 'happy birthday' text that night. He didn't know that either.

And sure , she looked for him in every crowded room but only so that she could know where not to go to avoid him. That was the only reason why she looked for him and wondered where he was and what he was doing.

It was nothing. She felt nothing. She just- she didn't know anymore. She didn't get attached to people , definitely not to men. She didn't do relationships, she didn't do commitment .

She wasn't sweet and she wasn't kind. She didn't smile just because. She didn't coddle people, she didn't lie to make them happy. She didn't laugh at jokes that weren't funny. She wasn't girlfriend material at all.

She was blunt , mean and roughed up around the edges just like her father was. She had made more people cry than she had made them laugh.

People didn't come to her to hang out because they liked her . They didn't come to her for comfort, knowing that they would only get brutal honesty instead. She didn't even know how to comfort someone, other than awkward pats on their backs and a uncomfortable 'stop crying please.' She stayed away from anything emotional , it just wasn't her thing.

So why wasn't she kicking Lando out of her room and calling up one of his many friends to deal with his drunken ass instead?

Another question that she didn't want the answer to either.

She sighed and looked at him with a frown "don't say shit like that Lando. I don't like it." She muttered walking into the small kitchen to get him a bottle of water in hopes to try and sober him up.

He followed her with his eyes , huffing loudly . "You say you don't but you always smile when you look away!" He called over to her stubbornly.

She scowled at him , slamming the fridge door shut with more force than was necessary.

"It's a pity smile." She snapped as she walked back over to him. Throwing the bottle of water onto the pillow next to him, only just missing his head.

Lando grinned slyly at her , not budging. "No it isn't! Why can't you admit that deep down in your cold ice heart , you like me!" He accused her.

She gasped "I do not! You're not my type!" She denied quickly.

He rolled his eyes at her with a grin . "I think you're scared because I'm not like your usual type. You're usual type don't love you but I do. And you don't know how to deal with the fact that someone can actually love you like that. Love you for more than just casual sex." He rambled on. Picking up the water bottle and taking a big gulp , missing the way she froze up at the end of the bed.

Mouth opening and closing several times in denial , heart racing in her chest as she let his horrifyingly truthfully statement of her sink in. Hating that he knew her so well. Hating that he was right.

She shifted on her feet uncomfortably, glaring down at his smug little face angrily.

"You don't know what you're talking about Lando." She said instead . Looking away from his pretty eyes with a scowl.

She hated pretty boys with their horrible big cow eyes and even prettier smiles . She absolutely , fucking hated them. How dare he be so cute when she was trying to get rid of him?!

He snuggled into her covers with a smile, hazy eyes never leaving her despite the fact that his head was swimming and his vision was making him see double. Two cherries were just as good as one anyways. Twice the beauty. He thought drunkenly.

"I do! I do! And it makes you mad that I'm right!"

He giggled "I think you're amazing Cherrie." He told her sincerely . Slurred speech and all.

Cherrie felt her face soften , hesitantly glancing back over to him with a sigh. Shaking her head at him as she tried not to smile at his cute, arrogant face.

"I think you're drunk and that you need to sleep this off before you say something you regret." She simply told him. Leaning over to pull off his trainers so that he could get into the bed properly.

He watched her look after him with a soft grin, cheeks flushed with both alcohol and love for the stubborn woman in front of him.

"I could never regret anything with you. I meant it Cherrie . I know you don't believe me but-" he hiccuped as he let her tuck him into the bed properly , pulling the covers up to his neck gently.

"I think your mean sense of humour is really funny. And I-i like your smile and your laugh. It's so pretty." He slurred to her , eyes fluttering tiredly as he tried to stay awake .

“And you're so smart and the best driver in the world. I was so jealous when you became Charles teammate instead of mine. And I'm always jealous of those guys that you kiss-"

Cherrie looked away flustered , swallowing thickly as she listened to him tiredly list of all the things he liked about her. She hadn’t known that there was even anything about herself to like.

"And you make me so nervous- but so happy too!" He grinned at her tiredly . Reaching his hand out for her to hold.

Wiggling his fingers pleadingly at her when she hesitated for too long before she gave in and gently took ahold of his hand, giving him palm a small squeeze. Smiling to herself without even realising it.

"Do you think- do you think that you'll give me a chance someday Cherrie? A real one?" He yawned, eyes already closed as he started to drift off into a alcohol fuelled sleep. His hand loosening in her own as she watched him fall asleep just like that.

As if he hadn’t just completely fucked with her head and make her question everything she had ever told herself.

Leaving her to sigh to herself quietly , conflicted as she let her eyes flutter across his peaceful face. Admiring his sunburned cheeks and long lashes and the poutiness of his lips as he dreamed away.

Maybe he was right, sexy was overrated anyways. He was cute, he always had been and always would be.

She carefully pulled her hand away from his with a small smile tugging at her lips, shaking her head to herself as she got up to sleep on the couch instead.

"Maybe I will ." She mumbled with a defeated frown. Giving him one last look in her bed before turning away and heading to the couch where she knew she wouldn't sleep a wink.

She has too much to think about now. Too much to reconsider as she wondered if perhaps she had made a mistake by brushing him off all these years. Too afraid that he would leave as soon as she gave into him.

But she realised then that he had stayed through it all, even when she denied him over and over again. He never gave up and never gave in.

He was the first to run to her after a race. The first to celebrate when she won. The first to ask her if she was okay. The first one to seek her out. He was always there, through everything single thing.

He had stayed through her rejection. He had stayed even when she had another man. He had stayed through the arguments. Stayed through the ups and downs of the track.

He had stayed . Even when she tried to push him away. He never left her empty handed. He never passed her without a smile. Never didn't say hello, never left without a goodbye and promise to see her later.

He stayed and maybe it was time for her to start staying for him too.

The next weekend led to a disaster of a race for Lando who's engine gave up on him not even half way through the race .

Cherrie was walking beside Charles side by side as they got ready to head to the media pen now that the race was over , max had won , Lewis p2 and Cherrie p3.

She was feeling pretty alright with her podium result but she couldn't help but feel bad for Lando as she watched the replay of the race to see how it had all gone downhill so quickly for him.

Watching him head over to where a few tires were piled up and sit down on them with his head in his hands, still not moving from his place even when the race was over. He ignored the marshals , ignored his team and his assiants that were trying to get him to come back.

Instead he waved them off and told them that he needed to be alone for a little while , his helmet still firmly over his head so that nobody could see him cry. Feeling completely defeated and more than upset , once again coming last and gathering no points for his team. It was hard and he was tired, his usual smile no here to be seen.

Cherrie felt Charles nudge her side repeatedly as they both glanced over at Lando, all on his own , with pity. Sighing sadly at the sight of him.

"Go talk to him." Charles advised her quietly once he noticed the worried glances that she kept giving him over her shoulder. Slowing down her walk as though she wasn't sure whether she could walk away from him or not.

Cherrie frowned at her teammate "I don't think anything that I can say would help charles. I don't know how to make people feel better." She reminded him "I only make them feel worse." And it was true.

Last time she had tried to comfort someone, she had ended up making them cry even harder.

Charles rolled his eyes at how oblivious she was. "You don't even have to say anything. I think that you just being there for him would make him feel better. He always lightens up whenever you're around." He told her seriously .

Cherrie scoffed, not believing him in the slightest. Yet she couldn't help but glance over at Lando again, heart pinching in her chest as he still didn't move from his spot. Ignoring everyone and everything around him.

"I don't think-" she tried to come up with some other excuse to why she shouldn't go. But Charles saw right through her facade .

He gave her a firm push in his direction "exactly. Don't think . Just go. He loves you Cherrie-" he gave a pointed look when she went to deny it "as much as you like to pretend that he doesn't. He does . And I know that you do too. So go and talk to him please."

She gave in with a defeated sigh. Giving her teammate one last unhappy glare before stomping over to the tires where Lando was sitting all on his own.

She sat down beside him carefully , not even looking at him. Instead she kept her gaze out to the track in front of them, now empty of their cars.

"Lando.." she hesitantly spoke up after a minute of silence between them.

“Please don't cry." She whispered to him pleadingly when she heard him sniffle.

He let out a watery laugh , shaking his helmet covered head. "I lost again. I'm out again. I'm never going to be champion Cherrie. I'm a fucking loser." He sniffled upset.

She did look at him then. Frowning deeply "don't say that! You're not a loser. You've just got a shitty car. It doesn't matter how good of a driver you are if your trying to win a race with a fucking tractor Lando!" She snapped at him.

More than Uncomfortable with him crying and no knowing what to do or say to make it better.

He looked over at her , sniffling loudly. "But-"

She groaned and turned to face him properly , leaning over to unlatch the clip underneath his chin so that she could pull his helmet off . Wanting to look him in the eyes as she spoke instead of a helmet where she couldn't see his reaction to her words.

She carefully pulled his helmet off and set it to the side while Lando hesitantly lifted off his balaclava , his eyes red and tearful. Nose pink and cheeks flushed from the heat and from crying.

"No buts! You're a incredible driver Lando with so much talent and so much potential! And you're only young , just like me! You're going to win one day okay? And it might not be today and it might not be the next race. But you will. I know you will because you're you." she struggled to find the right words to explain what she meant.

Not used to comforting people. She was usually the one doing the upsetting , not the comforting.

She awkwardly patted his back, lips pursed together as she rapidly tried to think of ways to make him happy again. She couldn't stand the sad look on his face , she wanted him to smile. Not cry.

Lando wiped at his eyes with his sleeve , looking at Cherrie hopefully as he felt his heart lighten at her words. Knowing That she never lied about anything, that was one thing he could guarantee her to do.

"Really? You think so?" He sniffled while leaning into her touch as he shuffled closer to her side , wrapping his arm around her back slowly from behind as he leaned his side against her own . Silently asking her for a hug.

He was expecting her to pull away but instead she only pulled him closer. Wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into her side properly as he buried his face into her neck , his other hand falling down to her thigh so he didn't fall . Both of them still balancing on the tires that they were sitting on.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair , scratching at his scalp soothingly as she sighed.

"I do. Because I believe in you and I know that your time will come. And if it doesn't then I'll drag max off that podium myself and carry you up there instead. Alright?" She muttered to him firmly .

Leaning her cheek against the side of his head as he clung to her, feeling him smile against her skin at her words.

"You'll carry me? Like a bride?" He teased pulling his head away from the crook of her neck so that he could look at her.

His mood all ready lightening up as he watched her roll her eyes at him playfully with a smile. His heart thudding hard in his chest as he gazed at her affectionately.

Heart swelling in his chest as he realised that despite the fact that she hated affection and that comforting people made her feel physically sick. She had come after him to make sure that he was okay.

She was holding him, she was consoling him. She was smiling at him. Even though she was meant to be at the media pen after her own podium win, she had chosen him instead.

"Sure. I'm the stronger one out of the two of us anyways. So it's only right." She teased him back. Glad to see him smiling again.

Feeling her stomach flutter when he slowly placed his hand at the back of her neck. Cupping it in his hand gently as he looked down at her quietly in amazement.

"Usually when a man puts his hand around my neck. We're not sat on some old tires at the track." She whispered to him. Overwhelmed with the way he was looking at her .

He laughed softly and shook his head fondly at her , biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes were drawn down to her smile.

"God.." he breathed out , blushing. "Don't say that."

She smirked at him , amused by how flustered he was.

“Why not?" She wanted to know.

He looked her straight in the eyes and muttered "because it makes me want to experience what they did with you." Enjoying the way her breath hitched , pupils widening as she looked at him, startled by his confession.

She laughed a little nervously as he moved his face to be closer to her own, their noses brushing gently.

"What? The casual sex experience you mean?"

He shook his head, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed her in. Heart racing in his chest as he felt her cup his jaw in her hand softly , pulling him even closer to her .

"No." He denied with a soft smile.

"I want the boyfriend experience." He simply told her . Opening his eyes to see her reaction.

She just looked at him for a moment before frowning "that'd be a new experience seeing as I haven't done that before Lando." She reminded him. She didn't date. She fucked. End of. They meant nothing.

But as she looked into his shiny eyes and pretty smile , she knew that it was over. She wasn't a liar after all.

Her heart was racing. Her fingers trembling and all she wanted to do was kiss him. Wanted to make him happy .

She was in love wasn't she? For fucks sake. She really couldn’t catch a break!

Lando just laughed and shrugged his shoulders mischievously. "Then it'll be a experience for the both of us. Because I love you and I want you and I like you. So fucking much." He confessed to her without any shame.

His love for her came to him as easy as breathing did. She was it for him. He just knew she was.

And Cherrie. Cherrie just sighed long and hard in defeat. Nodding her head along in agreement as she watched his features light up with pure joy, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared at her with wide eyes, shocked at her casually agreeing.

"Yeah? You want that with me?" He needed to know. Didn't care how desperate he sounded .

He had loved her for a long time. Two summers now but he wanted them all.

She let out a soft laugh and leaned forward to kiss him instead of answering . Cradling his jaw in the palm of her hand as she pulled him closer , breathing in his love as she finally gave into what was right. To what had been there, right in front of her the whole time just patiently waiting for his turn to shine.

Lando moaned against her mouth breathlessly as she parted his lips with her tongue , tilting his head to the side as his cradled her cheeks between his fingers firmly. Thumbs stroking her sharp cheekbones , feeling them heat up beneath his touch.

Kissing her like he had dreamed of kissing her for so long now. He kissed her like she was the last person woman that he would ever kiss. And if he had his own way, she would be the first and last woman that he fell in love with.

She was it for him. He just knew it.

"You love me?" He panted against her lips , his fingers desperately clutching at every part of her that he could reach. Swallowing each sigh and each soft moan she gave him with his lips, he never wanted to let her go again.

She breathed out a laugh and whispered onto his tongue "I love you." Before letting out a loud giggle as Lando suddenly moved too quickly in excitement and fell backwards .

His arms flaying in panic as he gasped out her name loudly before his body fell into the hole of the tire that they had been sitting on , his body folding up with only his legs and head poking out for her to see.

She was giggling hysterically, clutching at the tires for support as tears of laughter ran down her face. Belly aching from love and giggles as she looked down at lando's blushing face , stuck in the tire as he gazed up at her with a sheepish grin.

"I'm stuck with this now huh you idiot ?!” Was all she said through her own laughter as she pulled out her phone to take a picture of him instead of helping him out.

Lando sighed loudly and simply nodded his head , flushed bright red as he smiled apologetically up at the love of his life who actually loved him too.

Despite being stuck in a tire, he had never felt more happier than he did then in that moment .

"Yeah. For the rest of your life I'm afraid." He told her with a grin. Unable to take his eyes off her.

She shook her head at him with a affectionate laugh.

Both of them unaware of a nosy Charles hurriedly messaging the group chat as he announced that Daniel had won the bet. A multitude of disbelief and demands for proof coming through his phone . None of them believing that Lando had actually done it. Unable to believe that Cherrie had given in.

Charles just sent them a picture of lando stuck in a tire, Cherrie kneeling by his side as she leaned over the rubber tires to give him a kiss. Smiles clearly seen on both of their faces.

Pay up suckers. I win! Daniel replied smugly .

Charles just sent him the money through PayPal with a defeated sigh of his own.

Before glancing away from his teammate and Lando who were now full on making out , despite him being stuck in a tire. He quickly turned away before he could see anymore tongue, grimacing to himself at the sight.

Suddenly feeling sick as he wondered what the hell they had done.

If Lando was obsessed with her before. How affectionate was he going to be in front of all of them with Cherrie now that he had her to himself?

Charles had a feeling that he was going to unwillingly see a lot more of their 'affections' now more than ever.

He crossed his fingers together and hoped that he wouldn't need therapy by the end of this season.

He couldn't believe that Daniel was right. Lando got the girl.

#lando Norris imagine #lando Norris oneshot #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 9 months

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YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not Warnings: a bit angsty i guess? NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2

Part 2

you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.

especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.

the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.

he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.

you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians

you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game

Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you

"so.. George, huh?" he snickered

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile

"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes

"so you like him" he smirked

"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed

"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations

you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well

"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you

"he does not, Fred" you shook your head

"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.

"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled

"oh you will"

you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh

"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down

"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe

his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously

he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him

after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked

Fred took Ginny's hand before running away

but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you

he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.

you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you

"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him

you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd

that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began

George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights

and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.

and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship

but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off

until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic

you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again

"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him

"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody

"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed

"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased

you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot

"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug

he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.

he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do

he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him

"stop!" you squealed

"never" he chuckled evilly

"hey guys"

Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.

you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable

"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers

"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated

"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face

"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him

"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes

George refused to move away from you.

"what was that about?" he asked you

you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked

"just playing around" you mumbled

"cool" he clicked his tongue

he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up

"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.

"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned

"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed

George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip

he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.

he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you

he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.

Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.

but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.

the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.

it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.

he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.

you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.

you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.

Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed

it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime

Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.

not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.

he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly

"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly

"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door

"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied

"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.

as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.

then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt

you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream

for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.

she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her

the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight

George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed

he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you

"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.

"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him

"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled

you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.

Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily

his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you

"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked

when you didn't answer him he continued

"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.

and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.

you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.

the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.

you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again

George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you

you stopped giggling and you looked up at him

"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted

"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl

"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught

"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.

you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered

"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly

"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you

"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes

"piss off" George grumbled

"go ahead" you snapped

he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night

George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.

he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.

he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.

and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred

it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance

"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack

"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously

"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile

you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it

"are you going with anyone?" she asked

"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged

"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed

"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly

"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress

"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.

you waited for her and looked through the dresses

"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you

you looked him up and down and turned around

"it's ugly" you replied shortly

"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down

"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him

"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered

"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress

"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled

"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly

"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly

"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms

he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away

"ok, well, I'll see you around then"

you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut

"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack

"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."

George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.

you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.

you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.

you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.

and you got tired of it.

you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again

he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe

"you look so stupid" he teased

you hit his arm making him wince in pain

"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing

"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond

"hi" you mumbled

"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.

"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers

"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile

"yeah" he muttered

you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face

"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes

"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion

"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.

Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him

"piss off"

"you're going with Angelina?" George asked

"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him

"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.

you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words

"never" you both said at the same time

"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to

"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you

"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled

"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away

you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up

"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down

he get to you and walked along with you

"so how are you?" he questioned

"why?"

"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head

his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you

"what?" he smiled

"what are you doing?" you glared at him

he frowned at your words

"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you

"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him

"tired of what? what did I do?"

"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed

"I'm not jealous" he denied

"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively

he sighed, not knowing what to say

"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded

he swallowed deeply

"did Fred tell you?" he wondered

"he told me months ago" you responded

"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"

"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away

"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you

"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him

"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off

"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there

George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you

but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?

you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you

you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments

he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper

"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it

Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball

you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her

"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans

"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell

"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped

"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised

"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly

"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.

"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged

"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed

"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued

"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"

"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly

"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled

"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out

"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"

He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly

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#imagines #oneshot #x fem!reader #george weasley #fred and george #oliver phelps #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #angst #hp universe

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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i beg of you, please make nice!sweet!reader hit jason in the head with a lunch tray to defend eddie. then he immediately falls in love with her

I'm ngl this made me laugh out loud when I first read it but I love the idea so much that I couldn't not write it.

Word Count: 1668

A/n: this is not proof read at all so please forgive me if there are any mistakes

The relative calm of the cafeteria didn’t last for long, especially not when Jason and the rest of the basketball squad entered the room and took their seats at their usual table that was pretty much in the centre of the room considering they thought they were school royalty which was ridiculous, or so she thought anyway. Rolling her eyes and focusing back on her food as she listened into the conversation a few of her friends were having about a party at the weekend, one they had asked her to come too but she had refused as parties were not her thing. The loud music she could deal with but the drunk rowdy teenagers on the other hand, well she’d rather stick pins in her eyes than deal with them, no she much preferred to stay at home for a movie marathon or snuggled up under a soft blanket with a new book, both sounded like a better idea to her.

Her focus did not stay on the conversation for long, not when the familiar voice of Eddie Munson rang out through the cafeteria. A small smile worked its way onto her face as she turned to watch him, strutting along the table he and his friends sat at, his arms wildly waving about by his head as he passionately ranted away as his friends laughed along with him. To her, Eddie seemed similar to Jason in the sense that he was confident, loud and brash about things he cared about but there was one main difference. Jason was the cocky, self centred kind, believing that he is better than everyone else because his parents are rich and well-to-do, that he can do no wrong because he’s the captain of the basketball team. Whereas Eddie is confident in himself, he knows who he is, what he likes and doesn’t care if he fits in as long as he’s true to himself. It’s brave and she admires him for it which she thinks is what compels her to do what she does next.

Eddie’s speech doesn’t last long before Jason and a couple of his friends, who she hasn’t bothered to learn the names of, waltz up to him where he’s still standing on the table, now staring down at them with a challenging grin. “What can I do for you boys” he asks, innocently as if he doesn’t know that they’ve only come over to cause trouble and be rude to his friends.

“You know damn well what you’re doing freak” Jason spits and she watches as his hold body straightens as he looks up to Eddie, clearly not liking the power the higher ground gives him. “No one wants to sit here and listen to the shit you’re sprouting” he says matter of factly and the two boys beside him nod in agreement.

That’s all she can stand to listen to, she hates when anyone puts anybody else down but Jason and everybody else in this town for that matter seem to have a personal vendetta against Eddie just because of who his father is and because he refuses to fit in. It also annoys her that no one ever stands up for Eddie, not that he can’t handle himself but it’s always good to know you’ve got someone ready to fight your corner, to know you’re not alone in the world.

Anger bubbling inside her, she grabs her bag and pushes away from the table taking her tray of half eaten lunch with her as she ignores the questions from her friends about her sudden disappearance. She makes her way through the cafeteria without drawing anyones attention, being unnoticeable has its perks sometimes but she also has a feeling that it has something to do with the scene between Eddie and Jason that has captured everyone's attention. As she passes the bin, she dumps the contents of her tray into it but instead of heading in the direction to put her tray back, she heads towards the commotion.

Again no-one notices her approaching them or when she lifts the tray above her head but the resounding crack of it coming down on the top of Jason’s head and his following groan of pain as it hits is hard to miss. Jason’s two friends make no move towards her as she suspected they would but Jason is quick to whip around, arm already raised to throw a punch to the unknown person behind him and she braces herself for its impact. Only it never comes, instead Jaon stands frozen before her looking rather bewildered, it seems that Jason’s parents did at least teach him one good thing that it’s never okay to hit a woman which she’s thankful for as she doesn’t think the adrenaline coursing through her would be enough to numb the pain from a hit from him.

Although there is enough adrenaline left for her to curse Jason out, “You are a fucking asshole” she spits, proding a finger against his chest as if it would enhance her point, “You are insufferable, a jerk and-and” she faulters for more insults as the braveness she felt before wanes as she’s suddenly aware of all eyes in the cafeteria now being on her. She crosses her arms over her chest and takes a step back from him, “and for your information some of us enjoy listening to his shit” she finishes with a curt nod before turning and briskly walking out of there to find somewhere to hide as the reality of what she’s just done hits her.

On her way out what she doesn’t see is the look of awe on Eddie’s face as he watches her leave and he makes up his mind within seconds as he forgets about Jason. He reaches for his lunch box, flashing a grin to the just as bewildered members of Hellfire club before he practically launches himself from the table. He manages the jump pretty well, only landing with a small stumble as he rushes after her.

She’s halfway down the hall when she hears the pounding of feet behind her and she increases her pace thinking that it’s Jason coming for her but the mass of denim, leather and wild hair that appears beside her is answer enough that it’s not Jason. She actually wishes it was Jason for a second when she realises that it’s Eddie because she has no idea how the boy is going to react to what she just did.

“I cannot believe you just did that,so fucking metal honestly” he says as he grabs her arm to stop her from walking any further, “who knew that the shy, quiet, pretty girl would defend the school freak” he adds with a huge grin on his face.

“Don’t call yourself that” she frowns, this was not what she expected at all and she completely skips over the fact he called her pretty because if she focuses on it too much she’s going to do something she’ll probably regret - like kiss him. “You’re not a freak, you’re different sure but there's more to you than that prick in there” she states, placing her hand on top of his that’s still holding onto her arm as she nods her head back towards the cafeteria.

Eddie looks at her suspiciously as she talks, sure he practically fell in love with her the moment the empty tray came crashing down on Jason’s head but even still the kindness she bestows upon him seems too good to be true and he’s not at all sure if this is just some practical joke that Jason somehow orchestrated.

“Ok I’ve made this weird I’ll just go” she sighs as Eddie’s silence seems to stretch on but the moment she tries to walk away his grip on her arm tightens, not enough to be painful but enough to keep her in place. Now it’s her turn to be confused, “Eddie what-” is all she gets out before she’s interrupted.

“You’re serious? You’re not playing games with me?” he asks and it makes her sad that he would even think that she would do that to him, that anyone would do that to him. She shakes her head in response to tell him that no she’s not playing games with him and he relaxes, a smile lighting up his face, “and you like listening to the shit I say?” he asks, eyebrow raised teasingly and she feels her cheeks heat as he repeats back her confession she made earlier but she nods in conformation which only seems to make him happier. “What would you say to grabbing a milkshake at the diner with me after school then I can talk your ears off with nonsense?”

He phrases it like a question but it also seems like a joke to her as well and she’s unsure when she answers, wondering whether or not he’ll just laugh in her face and tell her it was all a joke, that he wouldn’t dream of going on a date with someone like her. Wait, was she getting ahead of herself? Was this a date? She didn’t know but the thought was appealing to her, a date with Eddie Munson, that was something her friends wouldn’t believe if she told them.

When she nodded her consent, Eddie’s already wide smile seemed to get even larger and it was infectious as she felt her own lips pulling up as he nodded almost as if he was surprised she said yes. “Good, great, I mean I’ll meet you out front after last class” he corrected himself as he bounced on the spot just as the bell rang and fellow classmates started filtering out of the cafeteria around them.

“Out front after last class” she repeated in understanding, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside her as she was swept away from him in the crowd of students with a promise of an evening spent getting to know Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #asks #requested #abbygraceasd

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I finally edited chapter 6 of diplomacy au y'all! I struggled a bit with a burnout after getting my degree in january lol but hopefully it won't take so long for another chapter to appear!!

ao3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“It's like watching the most awkward first date happen in front of your eyes. And you know, of course, that they are not going to fuck.” Max says after taking a long sip of his third gin and tonic.

Everybody who hears him laughs, already watching the couple standing by the bar. Charles tugs his ear in what seems to be a nervous tick while Sebastian casually leans on the chair, even though he is everything but casual. He watches every move of the man in front of him, shuffling his feet a bit when Charles licks his lips after a sip of his skinny bitch.

“Pathetic,” Alex laughs, not unkindly. “It seems to me like there is no salvation for them,” George adds, leaning forward on the couch they all squeezed on to see the show in front of them.

Anne doesn't feel like this is something she can ask them about. That is not to say that she is not terribly curious and confused about how one could refuse Charles Leclerc giving them heart eyes while biting his lips. Instead, she breaches a topic she thinks is a safe zone. “If you think this is tacky, how did you guys meet?”

Daniel looks at his hands immediately, a nervous huff escaping from his lips. He hates telling that story. He rarely ever thinks about that time now unless he really needs to. The swirling of the ice in his negroni makes a loud noise.

Because truthfully, Max met Daniel at his lowest. It was in his LA house, where he spent most of his time, the D.C. office vacant more often than not. They turned up just as the sun was setting, Sebastian and Max. It was the older man who insisted on introducing them.

Daniel straight out refused. He didn't care about Sebastian’s little charity project. It went too far, saving aggressive puppies, Jesus. He did not want to meet anyone named Verstappen when he wasn't paid to do so.

Daniel was barefoot, his swimming trunks still a bit wet. The LV shirt had an obnoxious pink print and it was slipping from his shoulders. It was late enough that he was glowing from the sun, the diamonds on his necklace shining. He looked at the wunderkind, at Max, the youngest ambassador in the US ever.

Max wore a three-piece suit despite the day being too hot for it. His Berlutis were gleaming, and he was straight-up glaring at Daniel.

“Howdy,” he grinned at them. Sebastian assessed Daniel's pupils, shaky hands and a sheen of sweat on his forehead with a grim face. He gave him the pep talk about easing off the drugs just a few days ago. Max extended his hand, and Daniel shook it. It was a reflex. Max’s palm was warm and soft.

Sebastian cleared his throat. “As I told you, Max, this is Daniel-”

“I, of course, know who he is.” Max didn't let Sebastian finish his sentence, coming off unnecessarily rude. Daniel laughed awkwardly.

“Sounds like I'm famous, baby.” he winked at Sebastian and from the corner of his eye, he saw Max visibly cringe.

“We met at work, Anne. Sebastian introduced us when we were all in the USA. He is painfully proud of that, calls himself a matchmaker and everything.” Max huffs out a laugh. He knows Daniel feels uneasy and puts the target on his back to protect him. Like usually.

“Who did the first move then?” Anne asks, just as Charles, who lost Sebastian somewhere on the way between the bar and the table, makes it back to them.

“Oh, Daniel did. It was very romantic.” Max says matter of factly. When Daniel finally looks up, he is surprised to see his eyes foggy, as if he is experiencing the moment for the first time again.

Nevertheless, Daniel huffs, mad that Max always uses his version of the story. “Romantic? You slapped me!”

“Well, it is only right I did,” Max shrugs. “I, of course, thought you were making fun of me.”

Charles giggles, which is honestly progress. He was the one who took the fall, consoling Max after he returned from their dinner, fidgeting with his fingers, two red stains high on his cheeks. His voice sounded like he was eating gravel for dinner when he told him Daniel had kissed him. He was rapidly blinking like he was trying too hard not to cry, and Charles still thought it was the best proof of his professionalism, the fact that he hadn’t laughed to his face right there. But. He locked himself in the bathroom after Max somehow calmed down, turned on the faucet, and laughed hysterically.

Max originally feared Daniel had figured him out and was just playing mind games. He thought Daniel was ridiculing him, or worse, he tried a new technique to manipulate and eventually blackmail him. What enraged him the most was the fact he wasn't prepared for it. He hasn't read a tutorial named what-to-do-when-your-counterpart-kisses-you in any of the assigned readings in the university.

The only emotion Daniel felt when Max slapped him across the face immediately after the kiss was pure humiliation. He couldn't believe he read the signs wrong, him, Daniel Ricciardo. It was unheard of. Plus, Max did kiss him back for a few seconds. But then.

And Daniel felt stupid and walked home alone and got drunk alone and fell asleep alone.

Now, Daniel looks at Max with deep empathy. He squeezes his thigh, smiling.

“Well, that shitshow was still a lot better than Baku,” Charles says with a grimace. That wasn't Max stuttering and rubbing his red eyes furiously; that was Max throwing random things across the room, his scream ricocheting through the whole hotel floor.

Daniel snapped at Charles, “No, we’re not talking about Baku!“ Charles smirked, looking at him with a look that meant trouble. But Daniel has never in his life been scared of Charles. He was such a sweet kid before he fell under Seb’s influence. He takes a second to mourn the version of him he knew before he introduced Seb to him.

“Always you are mad because you don’t want to admit you were wrong. Christian also said you of course did not act according to the protocol.” Max buts in, chronically unable to get over things.

Daniel turns to Max with a stormy expression, the empathy all but gone. “Christian would also suck your dick if you asked, I don't see how his opinion is valid in this situation.” he spits out.

Charles hums, taking another sip of his skinny bitch. “He does seem to touch you an awful lot, when you are together, Max.”

“That’s exactly my point, thank you, Charles.” Daniel is done, scoffing.

Max, however, is just about to start another rant. “But Daniel, I told you your tactic wouldn't work. You pulled out of the negotiations too soon, it was very amateurish from you, you must admit at least that. Who leaves the negotiating table with no backup plan?” he gets into it, flaring his hands around like an octopus. “It just buggs me, you know, that you still blame me. You of course made a mistake, Daniel, and that happens but it was a stupid rookie mistake and you should have apologized-”

Daniel stands up abruptly. “Hey, Max?”

For a frightening second, Anne thinks he is going to deck his husband right there.

Max just hums, looking up. “I love you,” Daniel says surprisingly, bending down and giving Max a loud, smacking kiss. Then he turns around and leaves to the bar to stand next to Sebastian who resurfaced in the meantime.

When Anne looks at Max, he is red as a tomato, glaring at the straw in his drink. “Well, what was I saying-” he stutters, interrupted by the laughter of the men sitting across from him.

“I can't believe this shit is still working out for him, oh my god.” Alex wheezes.

“Manipulative bitch,” George quips, still giggling.

Max is unimpressed. “Don't call him that.” he snaps and glares at him, George shutting up immediately.

Charles looks at Anne and smiles a little. “I think maybe it is time for us to go home. I'm terribly tired. What do you think?”

Anne nods, pointedly not saying anything about noticing how Sebastian kept yawning at his spot beside Daniel.

Daniel doesn't understand why he wakes up at first. It's pitch black, the blackout curtains doing their job properly. He stares at the ceiling for a bit, then closes his eyes to make himself fall back asleep.

“Ik zal het oplossen.” Max meowls in Dutch next to him. “I just need more time! Ik zal het halen, dat beloof ik. No, no!”

It clicks for Daniel, Max's rigged breaths, which he has not noticed before. The night air is suddenly too cold.

He runs his hand up and down Max's forearm, not saying anything but his name to wake him up. When Max snaps out of his dream, his whole body violently twitches, and he slaps Daniel's hand away.

“Hey, it's okay now,” Daniel isn't deterred, his hand finding a way to Max's hair, waiting him out. “It was just a dream. You are safe.”

Max's breaths come out staggering like he just returned from his run. After a few minutes, he finally opens his eyes and looks at Daniel. A macabre grimace is on his face, something that wanted to be a smile.

“I wasn't prepared again, Daniel,” he whispers. Daniel hums, not answering in any way, even though he subconsciously clenches the fist that's not playing with Max's hair.

“You are safe with me,” Daniel says, trying to ease Max's shivering and make the haunted flicker in his eyes go away. He never shared any gruesome details about his time in military school. But. It's not like he had to. “Do you maybe want to take a shower?” he asks him and Max hesitantly nods.

They only fall back asleep when the birds are already chirping outside.

#maxiel #diplomacy au #f1 rpf #f1 fic #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #my ficlets #my writing

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columbiastapshoes · 3 months

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headcanons part 3‼️‼️ crazy‼️

hey guys it’s me the person with the regular posting schedule and normal amount of thoughts about this movie! woo hoo! this one is a bit shorter, my sk8 hyperfixation has been completely taking over my brain LMAO but without further ado here u go!

-columbia has a stuffed animal that she is extremely emotionally bonded to. i’d like to think it’s a rabbit with big floppy ears and it’s made out of that kind of rough towel-like texture ykwim?? but anyways she’s had it since she was little and it’s so dirty and has no stuffing in its neck anymore but she refuses to fix or clean it and just carries it around everywhere

-magenta fucking loves earth candy. homegirl is trying to keep up the “i hate this planet it has no redeeming qualities” act but as soon as someone walks into the room with gummy bears she goes absolutely feral

-frank is scared of cats. yes, i know he has the mannerisms of a cat and that is why it’s funnier to me that when he sees a cat he will just leave the room. but also he’s not like an “AAAAAAHHHH A CAAAT THATS SO SCAARRRYYY” person like he’s trying to be subtle about it and won’t admit to being scared but it doesn’t fool anyone

-brad LOVES 50s love songs and also jazz of all kinds. stole this bit from a fanfic but his nickname for frank is sinatra :3 but anyways he’s always playing an ella fitzgerald or doris day vinyl and humming along to the melody while he reads or does other stuff

-frank either wakes up at 5 am or 2 pm. no in between.

-is columbia a dancer? yes. does she use those skills when she’s just dancing to music by herself? absolutely not. she bounces to the beat like a toddler. i love her.

-frank again :3 that bitch absolutely has pierced ears, belly button, and tongue. the movie isn’t canon and i know what i’m talking about <3

-magenta is goth most of the time but when it gets really hot and she cannot survive in all black she gives up and goes whimsigoth with purples and dusty pinks and browns <3

-rip columbia u would have loved electro swing

-ever wondered how riff got that hunch in his back? i have the answer! when he and magenta were little he tried to cut her hair while she was sleeping and she judo flipped him and it just never healed properly

-i could have sworn i posted this one before but i can’t find it? so im just gonna say it now- after the movie events (in my brain no one dies and brad and janet unofficially move in let me have this) janet is trying so hard to be supportive of everybody and im picturing her and magenta as that customwoodburning clip that’s like “are you a les-bin?” “yes ma’am i am” “AWESOME‼️‼️‼️ 🔥🔥🔥”

-magenta is a witch and has an altar in her room, the first time brad went in there he accidentally bumped into it and was scared that the spirits were gonna be mad and kill him and magenta was jokingly like “yeah. ur dead” and he was like “oh no D:” and she had to clarify it was a joke

-frank reads erotic novels at the dinner table and comments on them out loud 🫶

-columbias favorite animal is a jellyfish. i have no reasoning but nell campbell indirectly talked to me and i have been hyperfixated on this movie for over 2 years so u can trust me on this one

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror #rhps #rocky horror au #frank n furter #brad majors #magenta rhps #columbia rhps #rocky horror show #janet weiss

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2: “try and get some sleep baby”

34: “shh, it’s okay. I’m here now”

Hopefully this is okay, I made it into a sort of nightmare in which the reader wakes up to a caring Christian Cage. Any feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoy! 🩵

Tag: @brideofinfamy

Warnings: none

Theme: angst and fluff at the end

Word count: 1407

Link to masterlist

Happy reading 🖤

“I know it’s not easy, but try and get some sleep baby.”

For the last few days, you had been really struggling to get to sleep. You weren’t sure where the problem was starting but all you knew is you were sick of sleeping so late all the time. Christian laid behind you, spooning your body while one of his cats happily nestled behind his knees. He mumbled sweet nothings into your hair, trying to help you get to sleep. Even though he was half asleep he still tried his best to get you as relaxed as possible before he drifted off into his own dreams.

“I’ll try, babe…” you sighed, feeling him plant a soft kiss on the back of your head and pulling the sheets higher up on your bodies. You went to say goodnight, but by the time you turned your head towards him, he was out like a light.

The clock by your bedside table read 2:13am. It wasn’t the time you wanted to see at all, having tried for hours to get to sleep. Strangely enough, you were tired enough to get to sleep but your brain was just refusing to shut off for the night. It’s not like you had even done anything crazy that night anyways! At best, you and your boyfriend, Christian, had just had a quiet night cooking dinner, watching a movie. Being in his later years, he preferred to stay in and hang out with his girl. There was nothing he needed to prove to anyone by bringing you out, showing you off to his friends to prove that ‘he’s still got it!’ He didn’t need to prove to anyone that he was still worthy of being loved by younger women. So he chose to spend his nights relaxing with you instead. He knew you didn’t enjoy going out and partying until the early hours of the sunrise, so it never took much convincing to get you to stay home with him.

You envied Christian for being able to sleep so quickly. As soon as you guys had got yourselves tucked in he fell asleep. Snoring away behind you, his sounds were oddly relaxing. They were loud, occasionally a little bit squeaky but it was just enough to help lull you into a restless sleep.

Once your eyes finally closed and you melted into the sheets, you found yourself standing alone in a hallway. Wide awake.

‘Strange…’ you thought aloud, ‘where is everybody?’

Wandering down the hall you could hear faint, illegible voices that went up and down in both tone and volume. Almost like a weird song? You couldn’t quite pinpoint who the voices belonged to but it definitely sounded familiar. Deciding to stop, you pressed your ears against a closed wooden door on your right to see if you could make out what they were saying. But weirdly, as you got closer you heard more voices that made it so hard to hear as you got closer to the wood. They were loud, distorted, and almost angry. But after some head movements, you found the sweet spot on the door that allowed you to make out at least some words. Sadly, though, it might’ve just been better to ignore them.

“She’s just so…and I don’t…why would he go…someone as young as…she’s just in it…for the money…he could do…so much better…”

‘Oh my god,’ you gasped, ‘is…is that what she thinks of me?!’

It took you a moment to figure out who the voice might belong to, and you felt your heart drop when you realised it was one of Christians friends. It could’ve been Shayna, or possibly Beth but you weren’t fully certain on which of the girls. You swallowed thickly, and with a tightness on your chest you continued down the hall. On your left, this time, was a new wooden door. Except this one was painted Green with a little peephole looking into the room. You could see the back of someone sitting, typing furiously on their phone and dictating loudly what they were writing. Whoever they were, they were practically shouting their words of hatred:

“What does he even see in her…why on Earth…date a younger…she deserves to be-“

Quickly and clumsily stepping back, you tried to spare yourself from hearing the end of that sentence. You felt the cool wall slam against your back as you stumbled down to the floor.

‘Oh my god, what’s going on?!’ You thought to yourself, head buried in your hands, body trembling. The tightness on your chest started to feel more like a weight. Like something was sitting on it, hot and kind of fuzzy? It almost felt like it was merging with the inside of your throat. After what felt like forever, you found the courage to lift your head only to be met with an open doorway. Looking in, sat on a lone chair in the middle of an otherwise empty room sat Christian. Staring at you. With no love in his eyes.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as you shakily lifted yourself off the floor to walk towards him. With each step closer, his expression became more sour and angry.

‘Baby, it’s…it’s me. What’s wrong?” You questioned, lips quivering. Still, he stayed silent and unmoving.

‘Please just say something! Anything!’

Slowly he stood from the chair, eyes trained on you with a scowl plastered on his face. He took a step forward towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

‘You disgust me…’ he spat out, beginning to shake you violently. With each shake, he shouted disgusting comments at you, spit flying all over your face as he closed the space between the two of you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even breathe. The man that you were in love with stood before you shouting abuse at you. Tears streamed down as you stared at his greying face, his cheeks burning a bright red of hatred. Everything felt like it was shaking around you, and you had the odd sensation of being lifted from the ground. But, his voice kept you distracted from everything around you. You barely even noticed his expression soften, his voice suddenly quiet and soothing.

“Hey, wake up!”

Sitting up in a panic, you almost shrieked. The heavy feeling in your chest quickly disappeared as his cat (who was previously cuddled up on your chest) tumbled down into your lap with a gentle meow in protest. She hopped away from the bed, unhappy with the level of respect. Apparently she didn’t much appreciate rolling down somebody's body. Looking around the room that was just barely lit with the lamp beside your boyfriend you realised where you were. Back in the safety of his bedroom. It was just a horrible nightmare. It still didn’t stop your sobs and violent shakes as you fell sideways into his awaiting arms.

“Oh baby, shh. Shh, it’s okay. I’m here now…” he mumbled, face buried in your hair, hands caressing your arms. You tried to speak but you just couldn’t get the words out between sobs.

“No it’s okay, sweet girl, you don’t have to say anything. I know you had a nightmare. You don’t have to tell me what happened.”

His reassuring words helped you calm down quicker, his soft hands acting as a fantastic distraction from the sadness. Finally you were able to calm down again. The tears had stopped flowing, the shakes were less violent. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to hold you, rocking you side to side. You looked over to him to see him flash you a warm smile.

“Are you feeling better now?” He held an open bottle of water to your lips, trying to get you to have a few sips which you gratefully accepted. Still feeling too upset to properly talk, you gave him a nod before laying back down under the covers. He placed the water down and turned off the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness. There was a brief moment of anxiety which quickly washed away as he nuzzled in next to you.

“Th…thank you.” You managed to mutter out, just loud enough for him to hear. Another kiss was given to you but this time on your cheek.

“I’m here for you sweet girl, whatever happens. Try and get back to sleep if you can, okay? I promise I won’t let go of you tonight.”

#aew #christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage fanfic #christian cage imagine #captain charisma #christian #christian wwe #jay reso #instant classic

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Speak!

Link to part 1: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/164720175550/trust-jonsa-one-shot Link to part 2: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/181817838525/an-entirely-different-way-pt-2

Link to part 3: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/182562584780/passion

Link to part 4:https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/184333793460/survival

Link to part 5: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/184637430325/the-happening

Link to part 6: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/627229549053214720/nothing-has-changed-everything-has-changed

Link to part 7: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/695978201342672896/agony

Jon Snow was dead. With each step he took toward the altar, he’d buried another piece of himself until he stood, waiting, for his bride as not much more than a hollow husk. Truthfully, he’d already been dead for a while. Since his conversation with Arya.

He’d been dressing when she’d entered his rooms, fastening his vest with leaden, sombre hands and when she’d walked through the doorway, he’d turned to grin at her somewhat morosely.

"Let me guess,” he said. “You're here to tell me what a fool I am for agreeing to this wedding. It's a little late. I’ve already asked Tormund to say the first words."

Arya shook her head. "I'm not here to tell you anything." She’d smiled, her eyes softening a bit. "No one can tell you anything, Jon."

"I don't know about that,” he said. “Sounds more like Sansa."

Jon briefly closed his eyes -- how quickly his thoughts turned to her, how eagerly his tongue spoke her name. It was a problem he needed rectified and an instinct he never wanted quelled and a threat he relished to a peace he longed for. It was a multitude of conflicting emotions. It was Sansa.

"That's why I'm here."

Jon turned around to face her completely, raising his eyebrows.

Arya paused. "She'll never forgive you for this, you know."

Oh, did he. "So, you came as her ambassador."

"I came for you, to see if you're prepared for that loss."

He wasn’t. He couldn’t think of anything worse except for what would happen to his home, his countrymen if he went back on his word. And the fact that Sansa refused to see that, that she would severance herself from him, leave him, made him angry.

"Sansa thinks she knows better than everybody else,” he said gruffly. “But I am doing this because--"

"Jon, your Queen?” Arya walked up to him, her tone getting firmer.

“Our Queen, Arya.”

“I know a killer when I see one. And if somewhere she knows about..." She looked at him pointedly and his lips parted. She knew. He knew she knew. But she wouldn’t say it out loud.

"Then Sansa is a threat to her in more ways than one and that's something I will have to deal with."

"Don't speak so dangerously," said Jon.

"I’ve never been afraid of danger.” She kept her gaze steady. "Sansa will never abandon you but tonight you will lose her, do you think you can survive that? Do you think we can survive that?"

He rubbed his eyes. Why was everyone being impossible? "I have to choose what's best for everyone, regardless of how I feel or what I want. We don’t have the luxury of following our … we have a duty … we … I gave my word before I even knew that I’d---”

Jon couldn’t even finish the sentence. It physically pained him

Arya continued to look at him. "I know you think you've made your choice. But don't be surprised if there comes a time where you might have to choose again."

Sansa couldn’t recall the last time a wedding had been a joyous occasion. Tyrion had been kind in their marriage but she hadn’t known what to expect beforehand and the trepidation and unease of that ignorance had made her nervous and fearful the entire ceremony. The night she’d married Ramsay, she’d thought she was going to be sick, walking through the godswood she’d walked through many times as a young girl but with Bolton banners everywhere and toward a family who had slaughtered hers. Upon seeing Ramsay’s face her own became a mask of impassivity while rage and disgust and fear roiled within her. Before either wedding, her mother and brother had been slaughtered at one, ripping out a large piece of her that she would never, even if she’d attempted to, get back. The only glimmer of joy had been when Joffrey, her tormentor, had died an agonizing death at his wedding but that demise had not been the liberation she’d prayed for.

And now, this wedding, between this man and that woman. This wedding that’d had the entire castle in a frenzy of preparation for days. This wedding was plaguing her with a keen, aching sorrow that made it impossible to speak, near-impossible to breathe. In the midst of dressing for the occasion, she would sometimes stare at her own hands, wondering who they belonged to So much had been taken from her over the years, but this loss was something she couldn’t have imagined because she couldn’t have imagined Jon in the first place, of what the two of them together awakened in her. She couldn’t imagine passion. She couldn’t imagine…

Sansa closed her eyes. Stop it. Stop.

It was done. They were done. Before they even started. She had to let it go. There was no other way. Her heart had been broken a thousand times before this, and loving Jon Snow would be yet something else she’d survive. She knew how to endure, she knew how to rebuild, she ---

Suddenly, she heard a creak and felt something inside of her ignite. That spark, it was only triggered by one person’s presence. She turned toward the door, looking at it with such concentration as if that was all it took for her tear-brimmed eyes to see through to the other side, to see through to who she knew, in her gut, was standing in the corridor. She willed him to come in, to knock, to whisper her name, to yell in anger, to do anything to let her know he was there, he was hers.

Jon stood outside Sansa’s door, poised to walk in. He wanted to hold her and yell at her all at once and his hand trembled with the urge to push open this barrier between them and take her in his arms. Soon, his entire body thrummed with the desire to see her, to go to her. His mouth moved wordlessly, and he furrowed his brow, conflicted. It felt physically impossible to stay on this side of the door, everything in him strained to see her, yearned to touch her. The desire was overpowering, transforming into an uncontainable force that made him agitated, made his breathing ragged, he was going to come undone --

And then it was gone. He’d buried it all at once, removing himself from how he felt, shrouding himself in a numbness so complete, it was as if he belonged to himself. He was gone.

He murmured, “Goodbye” and we walked down the corridor, making his way out to the godswood.

Sansa sank onto a chair, her hand suddenly splayed on her chest as the spark died as quickly as it had flared within her and something in her body shifted. Something that told her, it was all over.

The knock was unexpected. It wasn’t Jon. Sansa already knew that. But it surprised her when she opened the door to find Daenerys in full wedding dress.

Sansa blinked. “Your Grace. I… I was making my way to your rooms---”

“That’s alright,” said Daenerys. “I move at my own pace.”

“Evidently.”

Daenerys walked into the room and glanced around. “I wanted to give this to you before the ceremony.”

She handed Sansa a scroll that she unfurled and began reading.

“It will say that as my prince consort, Jon will have another title as King in the North, which is what Tyrion had explained when discussing the political aspects of this union.”

Sansa remained looking at the piece of paper, sensing Daenerys was waiting for some sort of expression of gratitude but she did not give one.

Daenerys prompted her. “It is exactly what we discussed.”

“Well, what you and Jon discussed,” said Sansa, putting the paper on her desk.

Daenerys’ face became steadily less congenial. “I have compromised a lot, Sansa. I even conceded to the Northern customs for this wedding.”

“Which was smart as you’re in the North and want to the favour of our people,” said Sansa simply with a shrug. Every move Daenerys did was calculated and she was rather bored with the assumption that she didn’t know when her strategies were simply common sense. “A Northern wedding and a title with no power.”

Daenerys scoffed. “It holds considerable power.”

“Just not sovereignty,” said Sansa. “He bends the knee to you, we bend the knee to him, nothing changes. He’s just the Warden of North except he’s not in the North and has a fancier title and you’re counting on our loyalty to Jon to quell any idea of a rebellion as he would be by your side.”

Whatever congeniality Daenerys was putting on had now evaporated. “The Seven Kingdoms are my birthright, the North is my birthright and I love this land like---”

Sansa clasped her hands together. “What is it that you love about the North in the short time you’ve been here?”

Daenerys blinked, taken aback by the question. She tried to recover. “I discover something new about this place everyday. Each discovery more beautiful than the last.”

“Mm.” Sansa nodded. “But do you love the conviction we have in our beliefs? Do you understand our beliefs? Our wilfulness and loyalty. The passion with which we uphold our ideals, which may be very different from your own? Our might, our---”

As Sansa continued to speak with more and more feeling, Daenerys got the distinct impression that she was not only describing her country and countrymen. And when she finished, she took a deep, shuddering breath as if her own words moved her to breathlessness.

Daenerys cleared her throat and patted down her dress. “I am marrying him when I am in no need of a husband,” he said. “That is proof enough,” she said, opening the door. “It’s time.”

“Your Grace,” said Sansa.

“How do I look?”

Sansa gave her a once over. “It’s a dress fit for a Queen.”

Jon couldn’t feel the chill on his bare face, he couldn’t feel himself within his body, couldn’t even feel worn or tired, or detached, he felt … gone. Tormund, who stood next to him, was more nervous than he was. He could see Arya looking at him curiously but couldn’t even bring himself to pretend. He just … was. He’d snuffed it out -- the spark that had enlivened him since the Red Woman brought him back and now he was nothing more than an animated corpse and that was all he would be. That was the choice, the sacrifice he’d made.

He saw them approach but his vision was unfocused, saving him from seeing her, from noticing her, keeping his heart dead.

Sansa, once again, found herself in the godswood. Her feet, once again, propelling her toward her heartbreak. They passed by soldiers, passed by faces she knew until they stopped in front of Jon and she felt as though she’d shatter on the spot.

Tormund glanced awkwardly at Jon who gave an encouraging nod and then he spoke, his voice raspy. “Who comes before the gods?”

Sansa didn’t answer right away. She couldn’t. If she did, her voice would break and betray the depth of her pain and she’d already bled in front of Jon enough for a lifetime. She willed herself to swallow her sadness and relax her throat and once she did, she answered.

“Daenerys of the House Targaryen.” Sansa paused before saying the words that had shackled her to a man she’d despised. “A woman trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who … who comes to claim her?”

Jon hesitated and then stepped forward. Even in such a state, he was drawn to her. His eyes shifted to Sansa’s and when, after a few seconds, they locked, the furious pain that made hers shine with unshed tears lanced through his chest and catapulted him into an internal free fall. He didn’t feel rooted to the ground he was standing on. Nothing about the wood seemed real or possible, it wasn’t possible that he was where was, watching himself stare at the woman, at the two women in front of him. This body wasn’t his, this life wasn’t his. He was aware everyone was waiting for him to recite the expected answer.

He opened his mouth. He paused for a second, an eternity and then ---

Commotion in the near distance. Clanging. Shouting. Everyone turned to look toward the distraction. Voices could be heard.

“Assassin! Assassin!”

Everyone started moving. Jon and Brienne rushed toward Sansa, Brienne standing in front of her, Jon crushing her to him, cloaking her. Greyworm rushed to protect Daenerys, joining her with Missandei. Arya, readied, had her blade drawn, covering Bran. A few soldiers ran toward the commotion. Everything was happening so fast.

In a manner of seconds, men entered the clearing with the severed heads of the apparent would-be assassins.

“What has happened?”

“They opposed the union.”

Daenerys’ head snapped toward Sansa and then her eyes widened near-imperceptibly at seeing the way Jon held onto her.

His stomach plummeted. “No,” he whispered. “Daenerys---”

She addressed Sansa. “Did you know about this?”

Sansa remained silent, her eyes narrowed in fury.

“Speak,” said Daenerys. “Speak!”

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In Princess Zelda’s defense: Misogyny in the Legend of Zelda (and every fandom really)

(Spoiler Warning for BOTW and TOTK)

One thing I’ve noticed as Tears Of the Kingdom has come out, is this incredibly shameless irritable misogyny in the Legend of Zelda fandom. With fandom and internet culture really boosting in the last decade, I feel as if people are less fearful of what they say, and I’ve noticed it in the fandoms I love, like Legend of Zelda specifically.

What could I possibly mean? Doesn’t everybody love Zelda? You’d be incredibly surprised what people say about her.

I can’t image why. She’s incredibly kind, smart, interesting and an emotionally complicated character, which I personally find endearing and not at all bland. However, I think I’ve finally come to understand *why* she’s so hated in the fandom as of this last couple weeks. I think I finally get it.

Zelda is a complex character. I know this doesn’t fit with some of the fandoms fantasy of her being “boring”, but I challenge that with a question. Why is it that every female character, regardless of personality, backstory and upbringing, actions and speech patterns are all boring to you? Is it because they’re actually boring? Or is it because female characters, no matter how developed, will always take the back seat to male characters even with less complexities?

I think I would be remiss if I didn’t mention shipping culture playing a huge part. It’s unfortunate, because, as a gay person, I do think that a lot of the fujoshi/bl community is misogynistic and hates admitting that: so they turn towards the only thing they can- picking and choosing small scenes and lines out of context to demonize a perfectly fine character.

Let me remind you all that I don’t care about harmless shipping. Mostly everyone in fandom ships characters. It’s normal and as long as you aren’t being weird about it and everything is morally correct: who cares. However, I do think that shipping culture has made is hard for people in fandom to correctly distinguish media in any other way. And that’s unfortunate. But I’ll come back to my shipping point later.

Zelda, for instance, is not fond of Link in the beginning of the TOTK/BOTW/Age of Calamity timeline. That’s very apparent from the very first memory in order from Breath of the Wild. In context, that all makes sense why and it’s explained very well. She very quickly after takes a liking to Link, and the rest is history.

However, you have people saying that she’s awful, hates Link, treats him badly, etc. She’s being treated like she’s helpless, something that, in game, she despises feeling. If you can’t tell from context, many times it’s said out loud and in your face. Take this memory with Urbosa for example:

She feels like a failure and Link being appointed to her just reminds her of that feeling.

Despite feeling this way, she’s proven to be a character that can grow and develop. She takes a liking to Link, as previously mentioned before, shortly after said scene with Urbosa explaining to link why she is the way she is. After her heart crushing memory where she’s sobbing about how she couldn’t save her father, the champions or Hyrule, Link is in danger. He is close to death and still he refuses to give up. At the very moment he is going to die. Zelda *finally* is able to release her power, after many many years, and in turn, his life. Why? Because she loves him.

Mipha hints at this being the way she can release her power. Though she doesn’t outright say it, it’s incredibly obvious she’s trying to get across that Zelda think about love and who she cares for.

I feel like if a man had that same backstory, people would acknowledge how incredibly complex of a character he was. They never do this with female characters, and instead take their emotions at face value, like how Zelda has multiple scenes where her determinations, wants and hopes are explained with heavy emotion and people throw it all away for some screwed up, incorrect perception of a character who is more multifaceted then they can ever comprehend.

And why do I think people refuse to look at the truth when it comes to Zelda? Yep, I’m going back to shipping. Like I mentioned before, specifically the fujoshi shipping community seems to be incredibly misogynistic as a whole. And if you self identify as a fujoshi, please stop. It’s not a good term or a nice term. Obviously this isn’t about people who enjoy gay ships in general as I don’t see any harm in shipping whatever you want as long as it’s not morally wrong. However, as someone who has been heavily engrained in fandom culture for the majority of my life: women are second rate citizens to the vast majority of these people.

With the appearance of Sidon in BOTW came a brand new ship that, though I think it’s a very very weird ship considering that Sidon looks like this when Link first meets him:

I never had anything much to say about it. I didn’t ship it, but to each their own since Sidon is very much an adult in current day BOTW/TOTK.

However, the birth is Sidon as a character has incredibly turned the tide when it comes to how people view Zelda. Every bit of character growth and backstory has been dismantled because they see her as a “home-wrecker” to this very much headcanoned ship. I genuinely think people who do this have very little ability to understand female characters in any piece of media, but Zelda is a great example of this. Now that TOTK has come out and Sidon (reminder from the beginning of this post, that I said there would be spoilers) canonically has a Fiance, I feel like this misunderstanding of female characters has just completely gone off the rails and people are now just saying things completely untrue.

For one: I don’t think arranged marriages are ever the best way to try to convince an audience that two characters are in love, and I give that to the shipping community completely. Arranged marriages are not good 9/10 times. Though, sometimes they work out, it’s often for political reasons, and almost never are these two people in love. It’s not a good trope. *However*

Sidons case is different. Yona, a brand new character in the series, is his fiancé. She’s, in my opinion, is quite pretty and helpful to the Zora community, as she seems to be their main healer in the domain.

A lot of the fandom is taking the fact that he saw her as a sister when he was a CHILD out of context as he quite literally says in the next paragraph that his feelings for her start to change and become “difficult to quantify” which clearly, in this case, means that those feelings are changing. And then, he seems to get to embarrassed to go further as those are for more private thoughts. Not only that, but Sidon very clearly calls her his love multiple times, even when she isn’t around.

And how does this character, the kind and caring Yona get treated?

Badly. Just from the first month of this game being out I’ve heard that she should die, she’s a dumb bitch, she’s ugly, she’s boring (how creative), etc.

I can’t help but notice that these comments are clearly coming from a place of distain that Sidon isn’t a free man, and believe it or not hating a female character because she gets in the way of your ships is misogynistic whether or not you think it is!

Now that Sidon isn’t free for grabs, I feel like that brings considerably more backlash upon Zelda yet again because she’s just not a character that can be ignored in favor of Sidon anymore. I’ve noticed an incredible increase of this hate that just doesn’t make any sense to me.

Hating female characters just because they get in the way of your ships will never be cool, but will always unfortunately be a part of fandom that I will refuse to get behind. It’s not just The Legend of Zelda fandom. I can name multiple female characters who get hate for the same exact thing.

This may have just been a rant that went on too long, maybe a mini essay, I’m not sure, but I genuinely challenge the Zelda community to interact more with the actual game over who belongs with who and stop picking at straws to find faults in characters that ruin your perfect perception of who you want to be with who. And please, judge the female characters the same way you’d judge the male characters.

-Cherri 🍒

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bella-rose29 · 9 months

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Chapter 6 - The Tour

This is gonna be a big one, so buckle in. Also there's a weird perspective change in the middle that I wasn't sure how to do so there's just three dashes (---) instead because that was the best I could come up with, and it didn't feel right to split it into two parts.

I can't promise any updates for the next two weeks because I'll be on holiday and I have no idea how much access I'm gonna have, but I'll try and get the next part out (there's only 2 or 3 more probably) as soon as I can after I get back :)

Please let me know if you wanna be added to or removed from the tag list as well!

Warnings: past trauma (they're actually gonna talk about it now so please be careful my lovelies), implied past rape

Word count: 6.7k (I don't know how this happened)

Series master list here!

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This tour was going to be the death of Nikolai, and it had only just started.

While he and Y/N had built up some sort of relationship over the second part of their honeymoon and the following few weeks, the carriage rides were still a little awkward. Neither of them had said anything about when she had kissed him on the cheek that night (which he could swear he still felt sometimes), and now they had to spend every hour of the day for the next few weeks together trying to prove to everybody that they were completely in love. Nikolai wasn't finding it as difficult as he thought he would, but then he'd always been one to fall hard and fast. He knew he was definitely on his way to being hopelessly besotted with her, especially after the coronation. He had no words to describe how beautiful she looked that day, and seeing her in a crown only gave him further proof that she would be perfect as Queen of Ravka. He had probably looked like a lovesick fool that day, staring at her with unmasked awe, but he found that he didn't care. He was mostly trying to figure out how in the name of all the Saints he got so lucky to have her as his wife.

But this carriage ride was awkward.

She'd agreed to sharing a room with Tamar while Nikolai roomed with Tolya (since back at the Grand Palace they were sleeping separately anyway), but the night before Y/N had seen Zoya going into his room. The inn was small, only really large enough to house the touring party, but they'd put Nikolai as far away from everyone else as possible, just in case something happened. Tolya had been busy securing the perimeter when Nikolai had gone to bed, so Zoya had come to chain him in for the night, but neither of them accounted for the fact that she might be seen by Y/N. His wife had gone to bed over thirty minutes ago, so they had assumed that she was asleep.

When she then appeared on the landing after apparently needing a wee, she'd frozen, then disappeared into her room.

Breakfast that morning had been slightly tense, especially since Y/N had refused to meet either Nikolai or Zoya's eyes.

It was obvious that she thought that the two of them had slept together in the more... intimate way, but Nikolai hadn't had the chance to explain that that wasn't the case yet, since they had all been too busy packing and getting ready to go on the road.

So now the two of them were sat in the carriage, tension filling the air, and Nikolai thought that this might be the death of him. He didn't think he could just say "Oh, by the way, Zoya and I aren't having sex, she's just chaining me to my bed every night and sedating me so that the demon that lives inside me doesn't get out and kill anyone."

Yeah he definitely couldn't do it like that.

“Is there something wrong with me?”

The question shocked Nikolai, and he couldn’t help but jump in surprise a little at the sudden loudness in the quiet of the carriage.

“Not at all, darling, why would you think so?”

“Because you ran away on our wedding day, and you ran away that night - which I know we've sort of talked about, but still - and you said that you ‘definitely didn’t want this marriage’, and you haven’t visited me in my chambers the entire time we've been married, but Zoya has visited yours for all of them, including last night which I did see, by the way, which is fine if the rumours are true, but I want to know if there’s something wrong with me. And don’t call me darling, I don’t like it.” She was slightly out of breath when she’d finished, and Nikolai immediately felt horrible for not giving her the reason as to why he’d left her, but he also knew he still wasn't able to tell her the truth, despite how close they had become the last few weeks. His next words were quiet, almost whispered.

“There is nothing wrong with you, at all. I am the one who has something wrong with them. And I’m not... Zoya and I aren’t... they’re just rumours.” He had been looking her in the eye when he said it, hoping that she would see how sincere he was being, but now he turned back to look out the window, contemplating whether to say more or not. They were both quiet for a moment, before Nikolai spoke again.

“The war was... horrible, to put it lightly. The things that people went through, well, I’m sure you know. I don’t think a single person that went through it has come out without some sort of scar. Mine are... they uh...” he took a shallow breath, trying to fight back the memories of being under the control of the Darkling’s creature, to fight back the memories of being powerless. He shut his eyes, squeezed his hands together, bit the inside of his cheek. “What happened to me, in the war, that’s why I left that night by the lake. I know it’s a crappy excuse, but I don’t think... to be honest? I'm scared. I'm scared that if you know the truth you'll leave, and I think I care about you too much now for that," his face went warm at the confession, but he kept going. "I had to leave because something was happening to do with what happened to me in the war, and I was trying to keep you safe. I know, I know, that it’s not nearly enough to make it up to you, and I realise that I hurt you, but it’s the best I can do for now.” He hoped that what he had said was enough, that she would let him further into her heart past the barrier that he had helped create, and when she nodded and said a small “Okay then” he could have jumped for joy.

He deflated slightly when her brows furrowed, scared about what would come next.

“So why did you run away on our wedding day then? Was it the same thing? And is it also why... why you haven’t... you know?” She blushed slightly at the last part, her voice getting smaller as she went on, and Nikolai could guess at what she meant.

“It’s why I haven’t visited you, yes. But our wedding day it was just nerves. Truthfully, I was scared that you had run away, and that was what was taking so long, and I lost my nerve and went and hid in the workshops.” She let out a breathy laugh at that, and Nikolai felt hopeful for the days ahead.

“You really do love building things, huh? Definitely not a very kingly thing to do, running away to go build things.”

“I’ve always loved making things. It’s more of a ‘Nikolai’ thing than a ‘King of Ravka’ thing, like you said, but it’s where I feel at home. There or on-” he cut himself off, not sure if he should reveal that part of himself.

Ah, what the hell. She needed to know something true about him, even if it wasn't about the demon.

“There or on the True Sea. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours about where I went for those years when nobody could find me.”

Her eyes went wide. "Wait, you're Sturmhond?"

"Yep," altering his voice back to the accent he had used as the privateer. "The one and only, and just as handsome in the flesh." He laughed then, realising something. “I guess I have a habit of running away from things. Although running away from University was because I didn’t think they could teach me anything new or that I couldn’t teach myself, so- Saints, sorry. That probably sounded really arrogant and like I think I’m better than them and I don’t, I just read a lot when I was a child because I like learning, so I-”

“Kolya! It’s fine,” she giggled, and Saints, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “I know you didn’t mean it in that way, and honestly you were just digging yourself further and further into a hole there.” All he could do was stare at her, though.

“You called me Kolya.”

“Oh, would you rather I didn't? It just sort of slipped out. I don't have to call you that if you'd rather I didn't?” She was panicking slightly, so Nikolai reassured her, making sure she knew that it was fine to call him by the nickname.

The air between them turned comfortable again, when all of a sudden the carriage went over a dip in the road, jolting them and sending Y/N flying.

Into his lap.

His hands automatically went around her, one on her back, the other gripping her thigh, holding her in place so that she didn't fall, while both of hers landed on his chest. Their faces were so close he could feel her breath against his mouth, and their noses were brushing against each other. She was straddling him, legs on either side of his thighs, and his heart was beating so fast that he could have sworn she would be able to feel it through his jacket.

"Uh... Kolya?"

Saints, he needed to get her off of him.

Luckily she did it herself a second later, levering one of her legs over to the other side so that she was sat next to him. The carriage was small enough that they were squished in sat like that, and her thigh was pressing into his. He was sure his face was burning, and looking at her, she wasn't doing much better. He clenched his hands into fists in his lap, trying to ignore his reaction to having her sat on him.

"You okay? I can move back over if you want?" Y/N's voice was quiet, and as she got up to sit back where she was, he grabbed her wrist. She flinched slightly, eyes wide, and he quickly took it back.

"Sorry, I just... you don't have to move, darling," his voice was lower than he'd hoped, and he could tell that she'd noticed. Damn it. She sat back down, still next to him, and he cleared his throat.

The atmosphere was back to being awkward.

They spent the next ten minutes in silence, glancing at each other then quickly looking away when caught. Nikolai was glad when they came to a stop just outside the next town and he could breathe fresh air. He helped Y/N down, flushing when she put her hand in his. She stumbled slightly on the step, falling into him for the second time that day, and he heard her breath hitch in her throat.

"Alright?" he asked, hand on her waist again. She nodded in response, righting herself. They turned around to see the twins and Zoya watching them, Tamar with an eyebrow raised.

"Come on, lovebirds. Let's get you on the horses."

The aim of the tour was to show off the new Queen to the people, so Nikolai and Y/N would ride horses through the main roads up to the inn they would stay in for that night. It was bringing back memories from when he did the same thing with Alina, and although he had had feelings for her, he knew that what he felt for Y/N was far stronger.

This town was far more inviting than the previous one had been, with people lining the streets, cheering for the newly crowned monarch. Nikolai hadn't had the time to do this for his own coronation, and most people knew about him anyway, but he was pleased to see so many happy that they were there. He looked over at Y/N, smile wide on her face as she greeted people like she'd known them her whole life.

They had barely made it to the market square where they would dismount when a woman came rushing towards them, pushing through the crowd.

"Y/N! Y/N!!"

Her head whipped around, searching for the voice, and when she found it she squealed - actually squealed - practically leaping from her horse, running to the woman (who looked weirdly similar to Y/N) and throwing her arms around her. Nikolai realised with a jolt that she did know these people, and that the woman was her mother (which he'd like to claim as his observation skills, but really it was when she greeted the woman as 'mother'). He climbed off of his own horse, handing the reigns to one of the stable hands and thanking him. Y/N was still embracing her mother when he walked over to them, and they were talking so animatedly he wasn't sure how they were still hugging.

"Ah! Moi Tsar!" Y/N's mother curtsied, which both he and her daughter went to rectify.

"Oh, there's no need. You're Y/N's mother?" he asked, and she nodded in response. "Then family doesn't need to use formalities. And Nikolai, please." He flashed one of his smiles, hoping it would help win her over, but he clearly didn't need to worry as she launched herself at him, flinging her arms around him in a hug. He was surprised momentarily, but quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her with a chuckle. When she pulled away she introduced herself, then promptly dragged Nikolai and Y/N over to a group of people at the back of the crowd. At the delighted sounds and cheers they gave, he assumed they were more relatives, and when they introduced themselves they confirmed his suspicions. The two of them spent the afternoon with her family, and he found that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, learning lots about her childhood and her family, baby pictures being brought out at some point (much to Y/N's dismay - she tried to wrestle them out of her mother's hands). Dinner was wonderful, cooked by Y/N's mother (who refused to let either of the monarchs help, even though they tried multiple times), and the conversation was easy.

By the time they were collected by Tamar, Nikolai felt far more like himself than he had for months. The last time he had felt this free was when he was Sturmhond, sailing on the Volkvolny.

It was nearly dark now, the sunset casting a glow over the town, and Y/N slid her arm through his, closing her eyes and basking in the warmth.

"I didn't realise this was your hometown. We should come back sometime, visit your family again," he said.

"I'm sure mother would love that, she was practically head over heels you the moment she saw you!"

He laughed, saying "I do have that effect on people, it's truly a blessing having a face as damnably handsome as mine. But don't worry, I won't start anything with your mother." She wrinkled her nose, then pretended to gag, and Nikolai laughed even harder.

"Saints, I did not enjoy the image that just came into my head, ugh." Y/N shuddered, clearly completely grossed out.

"We're here, let's get inside, there's a bed in there with my name on it," Zoya called out, and they followed her through the door of the inn. It was small, but homely, a fire in the front room warming the area and making Nikolai feel cosy here. Room keys were given out, but when Tamar handed Nikolai his, that was the last one. He frowned in confusion, since Y/N hadn't received hers yet.

"What about me?" She was also confused, but Tamar just said:

"You're going to have to share tonight. Don't worry, there's two beds, so you'll be fine." Nikolai stared at her, thinking she'd lost her damn mind.

"Tamar, a word?" He shot Y/N an apologetic look, then herded Tamar, her brother and Zoya into a separate, empty room. "Why are we sharing?" he demanded.

"You'll be fine, Nikolai. We'll give you the stronger sedative, you're in separate beds, and the twins have offered to take turns keeping watch outside your door, so if anything happens, they'll know, and we can hopefully stop it before it gets bad," Zoya explained, a small smile on her face. He couldn't help but feel that they had planned this.

"What? Oh, no, I'm not worried about that, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm more concerned about the fact that we are sharing a room for the first time in a small room in a small inn!" He got dangerously close to shouting, calming himself down with some deep breaths. The three of them had to know that Nikolai and Y/N had not shared a room at night before, so why was it happening now? And why did it have to happen on the same day as having her in his lap and meeting her entire family?

"Like we said, there's two beds, so it's not like you're going to be sleeping on top of each other. Just calm down, and it will all be fine," Tamar soothed.

It was not all fine.

Tamar had lied.

There was only one bed.

"I'll sleep on the floor, I've slept in worse conditions," he said once he found his voice, both of them stood stupidly in the doorway.

"No, no, no, you take the bed. You forget that I have also slept in worse places than this. I'll sleep on the floor."

"What sort of husband would I be if I let my wife sleep on the floor? No, just give me a pillow and the throw and I'll be fine." He was panicking slightly now; he hadn't accounted for the fact that there might only be one bed, and that put Y/N in far greater danger if the demon came out because it was uncomfortable on the floor.

"Ugh, okay. A compromise. How about we both sleep in the bed?"

"Wh- uh... Are you sure? We haven't... we haven't even shared a room yet," now he was panicking because she had just offered to share the damn bed, and he wasn't sure he would ever get to sleep when the memory of her sat on him, cheeks flushed, came back to him.

"I mean, it's not like we're going to be naked or anything, right? And we're both mature adults, so I'm sure we can make it through one night together. That and we are actually married? Not sure if you remember that, but..." she was teasing him now, easing the tension.

"You know what? I do vaguely remember some sort of ceremony, lots of people, a beautiful girl..." he winked at her, getting braver as he went. He internally cheered when she blushed, scoffing slightly.

"Flirt."

"I don't need to flirt, we're already married, darling."

"You didn't propose, though, so maybe you do need to flirt. Since the whole marriage was arranged?" Was she outright asking him to flirt with her? He didn't mind if she was. Apparently he was getting his charm back when around her, so he wasn't opposed to it at all. She also hadn't told him to stop calling her 'darling' this time, assuming that she actually enjoyed the pet name and pocketing that piece of information away. They spent the next ten minutes getting ready for bed, swapping halfway through to take turns using the small bathroom that joined onto the main bedroom. Nikolai had gone in first, so now he was sat on the edge of the bed (they had picked sides already, although it was more Y/N had picked a side and he'd had to go where she wasn't), vial of sedative in hand. He couldn't decide when to take it, since it knocked him out pretty fast. Should he take it now, and avoid any questions? Or should he wait until she was asleep? His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, Y/N stepping through. She was dressed in her nightclothes, and once again Nikolai found himself thinking about the carriage ride that morning.

"Are you okay? You look... not upset, but not happy," she asked, worry lacing her tone.

"I'm fine," he replied, and Y/N scoffed.

"Yeah, as a woman I can tell you that whenever someone says 'I'm fine' they're not fine. But if you don't want to talk about it I won't pressure you, okay? Similarly I'm here if you do want to," she said, the worry being replaced by something softer. She moved around the room, packing away her clothes from the day and brushing her hair.

"It's a sedative. To help me sleep."

She stopped brushing, turning her head to look at him in confusion. Placing the brush down, she walked back over to the bed, sitting down beside him.

"The thing you're holding? Do you get nightmares?"

"Yes to the first one. Technically yes to the second? But that's not why I take it." He was taking a risk, telling her this, but if today had told him anything it was that he was completely in love with Y/N, and that Zoya was, unfortunately, right, and he would rather the words came from him directly than Y/N found out through rumours, which she clearly hadn't heard since she'd been underground during the war. He would take it slow, reveal the truth in pieces to give her time to process it all.

"Oh. Do you have insomnia or something?"

"I'm possessed by a remnant of one of the Darkling's nichevo'ya and every now and then it wakes up at night to eat something."

So much for taking it slow.

He grimaced, looking over at her face. Her eyes had widened, mouth open slightly, and while he knew it was completely the wrong time he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to kiss her.

"You... what?"

"During the war, the Darkling attacked the Spinning Wheel, have you- you know about it? Alright. It was awful, so many good people died. His nichevo'ya ripped a man apart in front of us. When one of them headed straight for me I thought it would just... kill me." He paused, taking a breath and fighting back the memories of what came next. "I had been wounded, and he sent one of them... into me through the wound? That sounds stupid, actually, but I can't think how else to put it. It took over; I couldn't think for myself, couldn't read, couldn't talk. He'd stripped me of everything I pride myself on." Another pause, another breath.

"You don't have to keep going, if it hurts too much," she whispered, and he was grateful for her calmness to the information that he was possessed.

"No, it's... it's alright. I'm just trying to think about it as little as possible."

"Okay then. So why didn't it just... disappear when the Darkling died? The Fold did."

"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. We've theorised that because he used merzost to create them, they're outside the laws of nature and therefore outside the law that if he dies, so does his power. But for about three months after the war it was dormant. Something triggered it, woke it up, and now I spend every night wondering if I'll wake up back in that body."

"So the sedative helps? Puts you deep enough under that it stops the demon?"

"Supposedly. Normally there's chains as well, but given we're sharing a bed I think we'll forgo those tonight."

"...Chains?"

"Yeah. That's why Zoya comes to my room, by the way. We're not... she's locking me up for the night to try and stop me escaping, which I think she enjoys a lot more than she should."

"Right."

He took another breath before taking off his gloves.

"Nik..." she gasped slightly at the blackened veins of his hands, reaching out to touch them, but hesitating.

"Even when the demon wasn't awake, I had this. Nothing we tried got rid of it. It won't hurt either of us, if you want to touch," he said, and he could have died a happy man when her fingers brushed his bare ones for the first time since they met. How are they so soft? It didn't make sense, especially given her upbringing in fields and having training sessions in the Little Palace, but he wasn't going to complain. He was feeling her skin for the first time, and he couldn't help but lean into her slightly. They sat like that for a while, her hand tracing over both of his.

"Thank you, Nikolai. That can't have been easy for you. So really, thank you."

"If there's a chance it might wake up and eat you tonight I'd rather you had some idea of what you were up against." She started at that.

"Will it eat me? Like is that a genuine worry I should have? Because I'll get someone else to sleep next to you if I might die, no matter how much I care about you." His heart skipped a beat knowing she cared about him, and he couldn't stop staring at their linked fingers.

"Hopefully not. So far it's satisfied with just livestock, but the twins are taking turns outside the door just in case it comes out so they can get you to safety. Obviously we don't want that to happen, but we've planned for every eventuality. Although I won't lie I didn't know there was only one bed in here. I'm convinced that they did and they're just trying to get us together." She laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Well if you don't chew my arm off in the night, then I'll call that a success and their plan worked."

They spent another few minutes in comfortable silence, laying with each others' fingers.

When she spoke, it took him by surprise.

"I was 13 when I got left. In the dark." She was quiet again after that, for so long that Nikolai thought she'd gone to sleep on his shoulder. "I never usually stayed the night at the Little Palace, but it was somebody's birthday or something, and Zoya said I could share with her, so I did. He - the Darkling - was there, he'd uh... he'd always chosen me and Zoya to go on missions and things, since we were the most powerful, and he said that we'd both done so well on our last one he wanted to give us something as a show of gratitude."

Nikolai was frozen where he sat, mind racing at all the possibilities of what could have happened, and desperately hoped that none of them occurred.

"I went with him, of course I did, he was like an older brother to me, and since I never had someone like that it felt nice. I was tired, though, didn't notice when we left the path and headed into the woods. He-" she broke off, and Nikolai's heart clenched.

"You don't have to keep going, my darling. Not if you don't want to."

"I want to. I trust you." Those six words made his heart swell, and he kept his mouth shut, letting her continue in her own time. She took a shaky breath before speaking again.

"He told me to close my eyes, said he didn't want me seeing the gift too early because it was a surprise. I never noticed him leave. When I opened my eyes because I couldn't hear him anymore, I was alone in a clearing somewhere in the woods. I knew nobody would hear me, but I also knew that I had no idea where I was, and I could get more lost by just running blindly. I tried using my powers to find something to help me, but I was scared, and that made me weaker. Someone came up behind me - I won't say who - and grabbed me, and I was still too scared to do anything. I couldn't even hit him, I was just... lying there, frozen. He uh... he just..." she was blinking back tears, and Nikolai wrapped his arms around her, letting her sob into his chest. Part of him wanted her to say who it was that had hurt her, done such a thing to her, just so that he could hunt him down and kill him, but he understood if she didn't want to. She was already telling him so much. They sat like that for Saints knew how long, her crying into him and his hands stroking her back. At some point she sat up, eyes puffy and red from crying, and Nikolai didn't resist the urge to wipe away her tears.

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His fingers were gentle, and his eyes were watery and filled with worry and care, which only made Y/N want to cry again. Knowing that the reason he had left her on their wedding night was because he was possibly going to eat her alive allowed her to feel safe enough to trust him with her trauma too, and she felt like she owed it to him to tell him why she'd been so upset about it. Seeing him with her family today had helped, especially since they had all taken an immediate liking to Nikolai, but even her mother had said what a wonderful man he was, and Y/N couldn't help but agree. Her mother had also said that he was probably incredible in bed, at which point Y/N had walked away from the conversation.

Of all the reasons why her husband hadn't had sex with her though, she hadn't expected it to be because he might eat her. Literally.

As he wiped the last of the tears off of her face, she studied him in the candlelight. She knew he was handsome, sure, but she didn't think she'd actually been this close to him before (apart from the carriage ride, but she was trying desperately not to think about that and how good it had felt to be sat on him). He really was gorgeous, golden locks neatly styled on his head, although as she looked she realised a few strands had come loose, resting against his forehead. She brushed them back, pushing them to join the rest of his hair, and his breath caught in his throat.

The mood wasn't right to kiss really, given what had been shared, but Y/N felt lighter knowing that they trusted each other. That the reason he had left was the complete opposite of what she had assumed; even when he'd known her for less than a day, he'd wanted to protect her, not hurt her.

"Kolya?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"Of course, darling."

He rested his forehead against hers, and she let her eyes fall shut. Their fingers were still linked, and she couldn't help but marvel at them. They were rough, obviously from his time in the army and multiple years at sea, but somehow still soft? Given how much he cared about his appearance, she wouldn't be surprised if he had some sort of special Fabrikator hand cream that made them feel this way.

"What are you thinking about?" It was a murmur, quiet enough that it didn't disturb their peaceful moment.

"You." He pulled his head away slightly, and she opened her eyes, worried that she'd gone too far. But then he had been flirting with her earlier, so surely she could do the same with him?

"Saints, the things you do to me," he breathed out, and she got butterflies in her stomach from how he sounded. Part of her wanted to kiss him, kiss every inch of him head to toe and let him do the same to her, but the other part knew that it hadn't been that long since she'd dredged up the memories of what had happened, and to do anything now might scare her and close her off again. She really didn't want that, desperate for this relationship to evolve into something more.

"We should get some rest, it's been a long day and tomorrow will be even longer," she managed, and he nodded, retracting his arms from around her. Y/N was disappointed at the loss of his warmth, but when they got under the covers and he pulled her closer, whispering "Is this okay?" into her ear, she decided she didn't want to be anywhere but in his arms.

"This is okay. Do you need to take the sedative?"

"Yeah, probably. Let me move my arm, hang on."

They spent a few moments shuffling about, since in his haste to have her close to him he'd trapped one of his arms under her body. He sat up slightly, and Y/N watched as he tipped the liquid down his throat, placing the vial back on the nightstand and lying back down. She was already mostly asleep, and apparently the sedative didn't take long to kick in, as a few seconds later she felt his breathing even out. The soft rise and fall of his chest lulled her further in to sleep, and she let it claim her.

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The next morning, Y/N woke to the sunlight pouring in through the window, her head resting on something warm. Lifting her head slightly, she realised that she was lying on Nikolai's chest, the warmth of his body seeping through his thin shirt, one of her legs slung over his. His hand was holding her leg, bringing back the memories of the carriage ride, and an arm was wrapped around his waist. Now the warmth she felt was radiating from her face, blushing at the position they were in. Pushing herself up slightly, Y/N studied Nikolai.

He looked peaceful, blond locks in disarray from sleeping. Lifting the hand that had been resting on his chest, she traced the lines of his face, fingertips gentle as she did so. He had freckles, something she hadn't seen before, and she tried to count every one she found. His eyelids fluttered before opening, and Y/N held her breath. Blinking a few times before settling his eyes on her face that was only a few inches from his own, he smiled, whispering "Good morning, darling." His own hand reached up, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, lingering there for a few moments.

"Morning, I take it you didn't... you know?"

"No, I didn't. At least I don't think so. I'm pretty sure someone would have put you in a different room if I had, to keep you safe," he replied. Nikolai hadn't taken his eyes off of her since waking up, and his hand was still by her face, thumb stroking her cheek, a soft smile still playing on his lips. Y/N couldn't help it, leaning in closer so that their noses brushed against each other like they did last night. He pushed himself up a little, breath fanning over her face. She closed the gap, gently pressing her lips to his, and his hand cupped her cheek, pulling her further into the kiss. The butterflies that had been building up over the last few weeks exploded, taking flight in her stomach. His lips were soft, melding perfectly to hers as if they were made for each other. They pulled away for breath, eyes lidded as they looked at each other before diving in again. Where the first kiss had been slow and gentle, this second one was deeper, Nikolai wrapping his free arm around Y/N's waist and bringing her closer as she levered herself further on top of his body, straddling his hips. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and slipping his tongue in.

They were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, startling them both as they swivelled to look in the direction of the sound.

"Wake up, lovebirds, it's breakfast time. Make sure you're packed up and ready to go afterwards as well," Tamar said, footsteps fading away as she left to go wake up the next room. Y/N turned back to Nikolai, still lying on top of him, and blushed at his own flushed face, eyes dark. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

"We should probably listen to her, she gets cranky and throws the axes when people don't."

She couldn't help the feeling that grew when she heard him, voice low and rough, and could only nod in response, starting to lift herself off of him.

They spent the next few minutes getting ready, swapping use of the bathroom like the night before to get dressed. Stood in front of the mirror, Y/N tried cooling herself down with cold water, using her abilities to make the water colder. There was a soft tapping on the door, and she opened it to see Nikolai, fully dressed, not a hair out of place.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Hm? Oh yeah, yes. I just..." he was holding his gloves, fiddling with them but not putting them on. He looked uncertain, nervous, and Y/N couldn't help but think how strange it was, given how confident he usually was. "That wasn't a one-time thing, right?" The question surprised her, and she quickly shook her head.

"No! Uh, I mean, if... I'd like it to happen again," she trailed off, not looking him in the eye. He stopped fussing with the gloves, one of his hands coming up to tilt her chin upwards as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her lips. She chased after him as he pulled away, already missing him, and he smiled, a small one that somehow she knew was reserved just for her.

"Alright then. Are you ready? We should probably head down soon."

"Yeah, I'm ready."

She slipped her arm through his, and he put his gloves on, covering up the black veins of his hands. Nikolai opened the door just as Tamar raised her hand to knock, her expression changing from angry to surprised.

"You took your time, we've been up for ages. Come on, I'm starving."

Breakfast was taken in the small food hall of the inn, and Y/N didn't leave Nikolai's side the whole time, keeping one hand in his. Zoya noticed, shooting a questioning look, but Y/N refused to answer her at this point in time, hoping the general would leave it for now and pester her later. Nikolai kept pressing small kisses to her temple or the hand that he was holding, making her blush, but she didn't hate the attention he was giving her.

By the time they had finished breakfast and packed up the carriage, Y/N was sure that everybody in the town had made note of the difference in how the married couple were acting, and as she said goodbye to her mother the woman leaned in and said "Make sure you're using protection, sweetheart. Unless you're trying for an heir already!" Y/N choked on air, quickly waving goodbye and promising to come back and visit soon. Getting into the carriage, she was still coughing slightly, and Nikolai looked up, concerned.

"Are you alright? Is something wrong? Do you need me to-"

"Nikolai! I'm okay, I just..." she paused, and his worry only seemed to increase. "My mother thinks we had sex."

"Oh. I mean... she's not far off, is she? Ow!" He clutched his arm where she had (lightly) punched him, and she couldn't help but giggle. Y/N moved next to him, and he automatically shifted so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

This is nice, she thought as the carriage started moving. This is really nice. Waving goodbye to everyone gathered, she sunk further into Nikolai's body, letting him wrap an arm around her in a hug. The ride passed without incident, although when Tolya came to collect them to get them on the horses he had to tailor them a little to make it less obvious that the two had been making out most of the way there.

That night, Y/N and Nikolai shared the bed again, savouring the slight domesticity and kisses that came with it. They shared the bed the next night, and the one after that as well, sharing kisses and stories of their childhoods before falling asleep in each others' arms.

Chapter 7

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