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FIGHTING BIRTHDAY | (l.norris)

summary: Lando drinks too much and it gets out of hand, the birthday boy is angry at you

wordcount: 6.3k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: ANGST!, vomiting, being drunk

notes: please let me know if it’s gut wrenching angst, I never feel the angst if I write it. Requested by anon! Thank you for your request, let me know if it’s how you wanted it :)

I hope Lando is okay, that crash was scary!

”Lando, maybe you should slow down with the drinks.“

You were at the birthday party you arranged for Lando, and he was already peppered. He was barely able to stand, his words were just slurs and his mood changed from funny and happy Lando to angry and annoyed Lando. A couple of drinks made Lando a really funny person, when his world started to spin, he got less funny and more agitated and when he was piss drunk, he got angry at anyone, no matter what you would do or who you were. Of course, he was supposed to enjoy his birthday and of course, he could drink how much he wanted but you were scared of what would happen once he reached that piss-drunk stage again. Last time he screamed at you when you wanted to take him home and you didn’t need a redo of it.

Currently, he was at the world spinning stage, but on the edge to piss drunk, so you tried to keep him sane and stop him from drinking so much, or maybe have a water and a snack in between.

”Oh come on Y/N, you only turn twenty-four once, let me enjoy it.“

”Of course, but maybe you should have a water.“

”Where am I? At a race or at a party? Don’t be such a party pooper and let me have fun drinking, I can handle it.“

So you gave him a smile and wandered off to join your friends again, the friends being the driver’s girlfriends. One more drink and he would pass the piss drunk stage and you were scared of it, you weren’t ready to argue over nothing tonight, especially because you’re not sober either, but you knew your limits and you wouldn’t be so angry at someone, no matter how much you drank. So when you saw him downing his glass after you left him, slightly giving you the side eye, Max came and gave him another glass of something strong and they both clinked their glasses together, and Lando took a big gulp of the beverage.

You sighed and Pietra looked at you.

”Is everything okay?“

”Yeah, Lando is drunk again, but I can handle him.“

”Are you sure? Maybe Max can bring him home tonight.“

”No, don’t worry. He‘s my boyfriend, he won’t do anything. And Max is just as drunk as he is.“

After a few minutes, Max and Lando came over, just by the look in Lando’s eyes you could see that he wasn’t on this earth anymore, but somewhere in his drunken mind. Max had to hold Lando up and looked at you with a pleading look, you knew what to do, so you got up and got to Lando’s side. You linked under his arms and walked with him to the bar, ordering two waters, you sat him down on the barstool and tried to get him to drink it.

”Lando, come on. Drink this for me.“

”Wh… s‘thats?“

You knew if you told him it was water, he wouldn’t drink it, so you had to come up with some lies.

”It’s pure vodka, I have one too! Let’s see who can down it first? The winner gets to drink the glass of the other.“

You lifted the other glass, but it wasn’t meant for you, it was also meant for him, maybe this race thing made him drink it.

”Su..re.“

So he lifted the glass to his lips, just as you did and he gulped it down, while you took tiny sips of yours.

”Won!“

”Yes Lando, you beat me! You wanna have mine?“

He only nodded and grabbed your glass and downed it too. Good. At least there is some water in him now. He looked at the guy behind the bar and yelled: ”Can I have something strong?“ or at least he tried, it all sounded like gibberish, but the guy understood and was about to start working on making him a drink but you lifted your hand towards him.

”Hey Lando, look! Max is dancing silly.“

While you held onto his sleeve, so he wouldn’t fall while turning around you talked to the guy.

”Listen, can you just pretend to make him something and can it be a water with some coke, so he thinks he‘s drinking some coke mixture? He‘s had enough.“

The bartender nodded and got to work, while Lando was crackling beside you, apparently, he saw something funny, but when you looked around you saw nothing but his friends dancing normally. He was a completely different person when he was drunk.

When he turned around again, the bartender just put the glass of water with a spritz of coke on the surface. With a bright grin, Lando took it in his hand and took a big sip. This guy was trying to blackout or something.

”Babe… toilet… pee.“

He tried to point to the toilets but pointed in a completely different direction, so you got up and pulled on his T-shirt to get him to stand up too, you had to carry him to the toilets and waited in front of his stall for him to finish his business, but when you heard him gag, you pushed open the door and saw a kneeling Lando.

”Shit Lando, why didn’t you say anything.“

You sat next to him and stroked his back while he emptied his stomach. To be honest? You were happy he was puking right now, at least he would be a little more sober afterwards. When he was finished, you lifted him back up and checked for any spills on his T-shirt, but luckily there weren’t any and he only went to the sink to wash his hands and his mouth. You both went back to the lounge and sat down, you held his drink out to him and he took it, carefully sipping the drink. He looked at you and his eyes looked a little clearer now, but what happened next, was something you kinda saw coming but kinda didn’t.

”Is this.. water?“

”No, look, it’s a really heavy mixture, the coke is almost see-through.“

”Y/N, I know water when I taste it, why are you trying to give me such bullshit.“

”Because you’re drunk, and you should slow down.“

”Who are you to tell me what to do, huh?“

”Someone who doesn’t like your drunk side.“

”Then maybe you shouldn’t be with me“, before you could say or do anything else, he got up and left the lounge, getting lost in the crowd.

Now his birthday was ruined, at least for you. You loved birthdays from family and friends, especially Lando’s, you had planned this day for weeks, organizing everything, down to the last detail and now you sat in the lounge, waiting for it to end. You were mad but mostly sad, you just hoped he would slow down on alcohol and sober up, but you knew it wouldn’t happen.

Every now and then a girlfriend of drivers and friends would show up and talk to you, but you mostly sat by yourself in the lounge, waiting for Lando to come back and apologize. You tried to spot Lando in the crowd, but it was impossible, the club was packed with friends and family of his, and because of the flickering light, they all kind of looked the same.

When Max joined you, you knew it was bad.

”Y/N… I hate to say it, but… I‘m drunk.“

You chuckled.

”I know Maxie, where’s P?“

”I..I don’t know, lost her a while ago, probably dancing really sexy somewhere.“

”Then why are you here, shouldn’t you be dancing with her?“

”No.. Lando is piss drunk and people are leaving… he won’t drink water.“

”I know, but we will leave soon, don’t worry.“

”But he is… rude, make him.. uhm nice again.“

”He‘s rude to me too, tomorrow he‘ll be fine.“

Suddenly Max got up.

”Come on.. I‘ll bring you to Bob.“

You thought it was funny how he slurred his words, due to him being drunk, he probably thought he was saying things perfectly fine but it wasn’t the case.

He held out his hand for you to take and you did, when you also stood and Max started walking, he was swaying from side to side, no longer being able to walk straight anymore. Hand in hand you walked with Max to where you assumed was Lando, he was sitting at the bar. Sitting wasn’t the right word, he was more like hanging over the bar, it didn’t even look comfortable. The club was almost empty now, a few drunk people were dancing or sitting at the bar as well, but it emptied quickly. Lando turned around and saw Max and you, his features darkened rapidly, oh oh. You immediately let go of Max‘s hand and patted his arm, walking the last few meters to Lando by yourself.

”Should we go home?“

”You…. NO!“

His loud scream scared you, and some people turned to see what was going on.

”Lan, come on, you’re causing a scene.“

”I.. am? You’re with Max.“

”He only brought me to you, because I couldn’t find you. Come on, let’s go outside“, but he only turned around and looked towards the bartender again.

”Another!“, and he pointed to his still full glass.

”Man, I think you should slow down.“

”You don’t tell me what to do! You do your job.“

You decided it was enough, this was a poor bartender who could run to the next tabloid and talk about how bad Lando Norris is.

With one last step, you stood directly next to him and grabbed under his arms, to pull him up. He was wonky on his feet and grabbed your waist when he was about to fall.

”You’re a bad bartender… Y/N, tell him to make me another drink!“

”You’re next drink is outside, let’s go yeah?“

Lando nodded and you looked at the bartender, who was looking shocked and you muttered a quiet ’Sorry‘ before walking with Lando out of the club.

”Where’s the drink?“

”At the hotel, should we go there?“

”You set me up!“

”What? No! If you want you can have a drink there, but I’m tired and you should sleep soon too. It’s almost five am, Lando please.“

”You’re a bitch!“

A few people were standing outside, waiting for a cab or smoking, they all looked at Lando and were shocked about his behavior, just like you. Tears were forming in your eyes, but you could hold them back, you didn’t want to cry in front of his friends. You had a few fights when he was drunk but he never called you a bitch before.

”Excuse me?“

”That’s what you are! There’s no drink, you lied to me. I want a drink, I‘m going back in.“

”Lando, no! Please.“

Now he got closer to you, standing right before you and he was angry. He was pointing fingers at you, ”You’re a bitchy bitch, let me have fun on my birthday, but no! Y/N is coming to ruin the day, as always. I‘m not allowed to have fun, not even on my birthday. You’re the meanest person ever, my party is in full swing and you’re moping because I‘m having fun“, you tried to push him away, to distance yourself a little, you didn’t want him to come any closer, not in this state.

”The Party is over, Lando. Let’s go back to the hotel, please.“

But he ignored you and walked back in, with a big sigh, you leaned against the wall and waited a few minutes. You needed to calm down too, being called a bitch by the human you loved most, hurt, it hurt like a bitch. Hah, pun, because of bitch..

You knew he was drunk, but it wasn’t really an excuse, he shouldn’t think about you like that, even when drunk. After a few minutes, you went back in for the hunt for Lando. He was probably sitting somewhere at the bar and that was where you first went.

He was slouched, again, and you had no energy left to fight with him.

”I‘m going back to the hotel, I don’t care if you sit here for the rest of the week or if you come with me. I won’t come and get you in a few minutes when you decide I’m right.“

Of course, you cared if he came back, but you knew this would make him come with you faster, he was like a little child.

”Fine! But only if I get another drink.“

With a sigh you nodded and looked at the bartender, it was the same one, that did the waters for you earlier, he knew what to do, mix water with some random sirup and act like it’s alcohol. The orange-looking drink was downed by Lando and he said nothing, he got up and forcefully grabbed your arm to stabilize himself.

”Ouch.. Lando, you’re hurting me.“

But he didn’t do anything and just started walking towards the entrance.

”Lando, loosen your grip, it really hurts.“

”Shut up, I don’t care.“

Now your eyes were filling with tears, this wasn’t the Lando you knew and loved, he was some other person that you didn’t like. Your arm was hurting but you carried him outside, and when he was leaning against the wall he let go of your arm. You were sure it would leave a bruise.

You waited five minutes for a cab and both of you got in, once it stopped, you told the driver the address and he started driving, during that drive, Lando tried to touch you on your thigh, getting closer to your private area, but you weren’t in the mood. You pushed his hands away and he pouted, trying it again just a few seconds later. You gave him a stern look, but he didn’t care, he kept on doing what he was doing and you endured it. You weren’t ashamed or disgusted by his touch, but you weren’t feeling it. In his drunk mind, he didn’t get it, so he continued. The drive was only ten minutes long, so when you got out and carried Lando up to the room, you were ready for some peace, but luck wasn’t on your side today.

Lando was trying to kiss you and when you turned your head away for the fourth time, he was ready to fight.

”What is your fucking problem?“

”I don’t want to have sex right now, I’m not in the mood.“

”But I am!“

”Go and take a shower or something.“

”Not only are you a bitch, but a boring girl too! You won’t even have sex with me, what kind of girlfriend does that?“

”Lando, please, calm down. Take a deep breath and go to sleep, we‘ll talk about it in the morning.“

”I don’t want to take any of your fucking breathes, they’re useless, just like you. You can’t even pleasure me.“

You tried to stay calm and don’t let the words get to you, but they hit a spot and tears were slowly escaping your eyes.

”Look at you! You’re crying because you can’t take the truth, I’d rather fuck an oompaloompa instead of you.“

You turned around and walked away from him, you tried to get to the bathroom and lock yourself in, give him time to cool down, but he was faster.

”You do not run away from me when I‘m talking.“

”Lando, who are you? My Lando wouldn’t talk to me like that.“

”Your Lando grew tired of you.“

”Just go to sleep, I know you don’t mean any of these things you’re saying right now.“

He scoffed and sat down on the bed, at least something. You quickly changed in the bathroom and removed your makeup, you didn’t do the full skincare routine, you were tired, psychically but mostly mentally. When you came out of the bathroom, Lando was also changed, well, he removed his clothing and was only wearing his boxershorts. On a normal occasion, you would jump his bones and things would get steamy but today, you wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

You sat down on your side of the bed and sighed, this was a night to forget.

”Don’t sigh that loud, the party was your idea. If you can’t handle me drunk, then don’t organize a fucking party for me.“

”I wanted to be nice and organize something you like. Because all of a sudden, you meet these new people and you love parties, just four years ago, you told me how much you hated going out and rather stay in with me.“

”People change, you’re just acting out because you don’t want to see me happy.“

”I want to see you happy! But are you only happy when you’re drunk and partying?“

”You don’t make me happy anymore, so yes.“

Wow, you knew he was angry and this was the anger speaking out of him. He wanted to hurt you and he knew how he could.

”Lando, I don’t think you know what you are saying right now, so it’s better if you sleep and we talk tomorrow.“

”You’re just scared that I‘ll break up with you because without me, you would be a nobody. You wouldn’t have the luxurious life you have now.“

Now you sighed and looked at your fingers, this was a big insecurity of yours. He was right, without him you would still be in your boring job and stuck in your old life, but you liked your new job at quadrant, the traveling you get to do with

Lando and seeing new places all over the world. The idea that Lando could break up with you, was something you carried around every day.

”You don’t even have an answer to that, do you? Because I‘m right.“

”Lando please, you’re hurting me, you’re very mean right now.“

You felt as if you were discussing with a thirteen-year-old teenager.

”You were mean earlier when you brought me water.“

”I only want the best for you, can’t you see that?“

”If you would truly love me, you wouldn’t have given me water.“

”I love you so much! Don’t ever doubt that, but I just wanted you to remember the night.“

He completely ignored your comment and kept going.

”Maybe I should find a new girlfriend, that wouldn’t betray me like that.“

God, you couldn’t believe he was saying such things only because of some water, but he was piss drunk and probably didn’t even know the love he normally felt for you.

”I can just look through my DMs, you have no idea how many girls write me every day.“

He was hitting all of your spots and he knew it, you didn’t know if his drunk mind was trying to get you back for the water, or if he actually meant it, drunk words, sober thoughts, right?

You got up and got dressed again, you couldn’t endure his words anymore, you had to leave for the night, and give him time to cool down.

”What are you doing?“

”I‘m going to sleep somewhere else, you’re hurting me and you said it yourself, when I ever feel like I’m not welcome somewhere, I don’t have to feel the need to stay - so I’m not staying.“

”So you’re leaving me?“

”Only for the night.“

You gathered new clothes and your toiletries before packing everything in your backpack.

”I‘ll get a new room or something, you sober up and maybe think about your actions. I‘ll be back at some point.“

”Pathetic, you’re running away from me.“

”I‘m not runni-“

”And to think that I was going to propose to you soon, I‘m so happy you showed me your true colors.“

Your heart sunk, a proposal? It made sense, you‘ve been together for years, and everything went well, normally. You two were in love.

”Lando please, it’s only about a water, you’re acting like I cheated.“

He sat up and glared at you, ”It feels like it, you cheated on me when you gave me that water. It was my birthday, I‘m supposed to enjoy that, not drinking water.“

”We’re running around in circles, I’m leaving and you get back to me when you’re sober and know what you’re talking about.“

”I wouldn’t have thought that you would ever run away from me.“

”I‘m giving us space before we say things we don’t mean, or I say things I don’t mean, you already said things.“

”Only true things.“

Without another word, you grabbed your backpack and put it on back, walking towards the door, giving the room one last glance, to see if you collected everything for the night.

”Lay on your side at least, I don’t want you to choke on your own vomit“, even when he said such mean things to you, you still cared.

”I wish I‘d never asked you to be my girlfriend, then I would’ve fucked a random girl into oblivion and I wouldn’t have blue balls right now. In fact, I wish I‘d never even met you, I‘d have a more stress-free life.“

Before he could say anything else, you opened the door and rushed through it. These words were hurting you badly, did he mean them? Without trying to think about it, you made your way down to the reception to ask for a room, and luckily they had one available in that you could move in right away. The receptionist did look at you weirdly and asked if she could help, but you declined and only said you just needed a new room.

When you moved in and laid on the bed, all you could think about was the words Lando said to you, what if it was true? What if you‘d never met Lando, maybe he’d be happier now, not angry at you for giving you water. It’s stupid, because of a damn water. You were sure if he had drunk any more alcohol, he would be black-out drunk right now, maybe that would’ve been better than trying to get him to sober up. There was no right or wrong here, you just hoped he was back to normal when he woke up. If he felt sorry he definitely had to do better than just apologizing, but you needed time, a lot of time. Being called a bitch by your boyfriend wasn’t something that was okay in any way. You were scared of what the day would bring after you woke up, either he would understand his mistakes or both of you would be single.

You tried to fall asleep, but your thoughts drifted back to Lando, was he sleeping? Was he vomiting? Hopefully, he didn’t vomit in his sleep and choked on it. You watched some Netflix and while doing that, you finally fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up in a cold bed, the bed always felt cold without Lando in it, and with all the things he said to you, you still missed him. Your phone was pinging with messages and they were from Lando and some of your friends. First, you looked at Lando’s and saw what he had to say.

When he was trying to call you, you thought about answering, but you wanted to let him cook a little longer. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted him to hurt a little too, all the ugly things he said to you weren’t something lightly, and even because he was drunk, it wasn’t something you should use as an excuse.

Next, you looked at your friends‘ texts.

Shit. You didn’t know there were pictures taken, so not only did you have the situation with Lando, but now it was public and you seemed like the bad guy, when you did nothing wrong, you only gave him water to sober up.

But eventually, you couldn’t contain your anger towards him and you were scared of the conversation, after an hour of ignoring his texts and calls, you got ready and gathered your things before going to your old room. You unlocked the door and Lando stood in the room.

”Y/N! Where have you been? I was super worried,“ he ran to hug you, but you didn’t hug him back, you only stood straight and waited for him to be done. He tried to kiss you next but you only turned your head to the side, so his lips grazed your cheek.

”Are you okay? Why are you not kissing me back?“

”We should sit down.“

He looked at you confused but sat down on the bed and waited for you to say the next thing.

”The last thing you remember from yesterday was you puking?“

He nodded.

”You got more drunk after, and well, you were pretty hurtful towards me.“

”What did I say?“

”You called me a bitch, said you wish you never met me, then you wouldn’t have such a boring life or made me your girlfriend, said I can’t pleasure you, you were rude to the bartenders, should I go on?“

”That wasn’t me.“

You scoffed, of course, it was him. You pulled out your phone and opened the link your friend sent you of the article.

”If you tell me, this isn’t you and me, then I believe you.“

He looked at the article with big eyes and was stuttering, clearly, he didn’t expect there to be pictures of the situation.

”But why were we fighting? Everything was perfect.“

”Yeah, until you were too drunk and I tried to give you water to sober up, you noticed and freaked out. Called me a bitch and all that, when I finally dragged you to the hotel, you said that you never should’ve met me.“

He got up and walked through the room, ”all because of water?“

You nodded and looked outside the window with the beautiful view on the strip.

”Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that, you have to trust me.“

But you said nothing and kept looking out the window, you knew this was coming, but you were too hurt to let it slide.

”Y/N, please. You’re not a bitch, you’re my angel. I love you so much.“

”Drunken words, sober thoughts, remember.“

”You know how angry I get at things when I’m drunk, do you remember the time I yelled at Max for standing too close to the drinks? Because of stupid things, I get angry. I didn’t mean anything I said.“

”Doesn’t justify it, Lando I’m sorry but I don’t know if I’ll stay in Vegas, I wish it turned out different but you really fucking hurt me.“

”No! Y/N! You can’t leave me, I need you. We planned so many cool things in Las Vegas.“

”Maybe, but I didn’t think you would hurt me that much.“

He sat down and grabbed your hand, you let him, after all, you loved him.

”You have to believe me, baby, I didn’t mean anything I said. I love how cared for me and tried to give me water, I’ll never drink again, I promise!“, he tugged a loose piece of hair behind your ear and grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

”Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think you’re taking this seriously Lando. You called me a bitch, drunk or not, this is something that came out of your mouth!“, now you were the one that got up and released yourself from his touch.

”I am! I just think we should forget about it, because, clearly, I wasn’t me.“

With a huff, you went and grabbed your bag.

”Think about what you did, I need to go, maybe you were right, maybe we never should’ve met, maybe this relationship was supposed to last for a few years, but not forever and always.“

”Wait Y/N, don-“, but before he could continue, you were out the door and in the hallway. Slowly you walked to the elevator and waited for him to run after you, but he didn’t. The door stayed closed, no matter how long you stared at it and waited for it opened. With tears in your eyes, you waited for the elevator and it took you to the lobby.

You had no plan for where you were going, you just walked. You wanted him to think about the things and realize this isn’t something that he can fix with an easy ’I‘m sorry‘. You walked for at least an hour before resting in a small café near the strip, you prayed that there were no fans of Lando, normally you loved meeting the faces behind the edits, but today you needed your peace. You ordered your favorite beverage and checked your phone, not one call or text from

Lando appeared on the screen, instead millions of messages from Instagram. Private messages, comments, tagged pictures and videos, the list goes on and on. You had even received messages from your and Lando’s parents, yours were worried about you and wanted to know what happened, same as Lando’s. They also told you they couldn’t reach Lando and wanted to know if he was okay. This was all too much, you wish you threw this damn party, then you would be happy with Lando right now. You hated fighting, especially with Lando. After sitting there for at least thirty minutes, you decided it was time to talk about it, you couldn’t endure the unknown anymore, you needed to know what would happen with your relationship.

Once again you held the plastic card against the door and the red light turned green, you opened it and were welcomed with a big bouquet of flowers. You walked further into the room but couldn’t find Lando, instead, you saw two bigger boxes sitting on the bed next to a piece of paper, you sat down and read.

’My dear angel,

I‘m sorry I hurt you, it never was my intention to do so. I know being drunk isn’t an accuse of actions and I’m not saying that anymore, what I did was stupid, you’re not a bitch, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I am so glad I met you that day, because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be nearly as happy as I am. You pleasure me just perfectly, I don’t think that there was a day in these five years where I wasn’t ready to fuck you, by just looking at you. Yes, even in your sweats and with your bun on top of your head.

If I could turn back time, I would. My behavior was unacceptable, and it’ll never happen again, I promise. I love how you cared for me, and kept on trying to give me water, and rubbing my back while I was puking all over the toilet, that’s true love.

I‘m giving you space, take as much time as you need, I’ll wait. If you want to go home, just text me and I’ll book the next available flight home, whether it’s Monaco or your actual home, you won’t even see me, if you don’t want to. But if you’re able to give me another chance, in the two boxes next to you, are things I know you wanted for some time now. I‘m not trying to buy my way back to you, just know I did this to show that I care about you. I have made a reservation in the restaurant you desperately wanted to go to, but it was all booked out. Being a driver comes in handy I guess. I‘ll wait for you. The reservation is at 8:00 pm, don’t feel the need to come, it’s fine if you need more time, I can’t blame you, it’s all my fault.

I‘m sorry, I love you.

Yours.‘

He could be actually really sweet. You dropped the letter on the bed and got up to face the boxes, you first opened the smaller one, in there were your favorite shoes, in that color you wanted. You‘ve been in Lando’s ears for months, that you want to buy them, but you were too stingy. You turned them around in your hands and admired them, they were beautiful. A small smile fell over your face.

Next, you opened the bigger box and pulled the material out, that was wrapped in satin paper. It was a designer dress that you loved, you saw it some time ago when you were window shopping with Lando and you couldn’t get it out of your head. The price was way too much tho, and you forbid Lando to buy it for you, I guess he didn’t listen. You looked back to the flowers and admired them as well, he did go all out. The anger was still there and you were ready to have a screaming match with him, but you felt a little better, the walk also helped clearing your head.

The time on your phone showed you, that it was already 6:32 pm. You thought about just leaving and taking the space you needed, but you couldn’t dump him in this expensive ass restaurant. You were angry, but not cruel.

So you put on your makeup, doing your hair and lastly you put on the dress, it fitted you like a glove, it better does, it costs way too much money for the amount of fabric that goes into it. You looked at your new sneakers, but you couldn’t wear them to this expensive ass dress, so you went with your normal heels. Seeing it was already 8:02 pm, and you had only now left the room, you were going to be late. But he deserved it, you were going to meet him, but you could be a little late. He was definitely sweating already because you weren’t there yet.

You took a taxi to bring you to the restaurant and because of the Grand Prix, the streets were closed and it took longer than normal to get there. Now it was 8:19 pm and you only got to the outside of the building. The elevator was taking you up to the last floor and the waitress waiting at the front desk was welcoming you with a smile. She brought you to the table where Lando was sitting, when he saw you, his eyes lit up and he stood up to greet you. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and you both sat down.

”I‘m glad you came.“

”I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.“

”Oh.“

”What Oh? Lando please,“ you tried to keep your voice calm, so others wouldn’t shift their attention to you, ”You said things that clearly upset me, you can be happy that I’m here. I don’t think a lot of people would do that.“

”I‘m sorry, I didn’t think yo-“

”You didn’t think, seems like you’re not doing that a lot lately.“

Before Lando could answer, a waiter came to you and you ordered your drinks.

”I‘m really sorry, you have to believe me. My behavior wasn’t okay, and it won’t happen again. I promise.“

You said nothing and kept quiet, you didn’t want to forgive him already, he should feel the pain you felt.

”Thank you for the clothes,“ came out of your mouth after you got your drinks and ordered your food. You may be mad, but he still paid hella money for the things.

”You only deserve the best, you know that.“

You nodded. The silence was loud and both of you didn’t know what to say, that never had happened before, normally you always have something to talk about.

”Baby, what do I need to do, that you forgive me? I‘m really sorry. I‘ll do whatever.“

You grabbed his hand that laid on the table.

”I need time, I won’t leave, but I can’t jump back into how we were before the party. Just give me time and you need time to reflect on everything too. Just because I’m staying doesn’t mean it’s fine, neither am I. I love you so much, but you hurt me big time, you humiliated me in front of our friends and tabloids. I need you to be a good boyfriend.“

”I‘m so sorry, it never was my intention to hurt you, nor publicly. I hate myself for letting this get out of hand, I don’t know why I was acting that way, I just know that it’ll never happen again. You have to trust me with that.“

He squeezed your hand and looked at you, you could clearly see how sorry he was. He was embarrassed and you could feel it, he was acting all shy and didn’t really know what to do, he'd never been like that before.

Your food came and it was enjoyed in mostly silence, a few comments about the food or view you had up here, were made, but you both were stuck in your own mind.

The walk to the hotel was silent as well, you were walking next to each other but without touching, it was awful. It has never been that stiff between you two, so when you stood in the elevator that brought you up to your floor, you couldn’t endure this feeling anymore. You hugged and squeezed him tight.

”I love you, okay? We‘ll work it through and we‘ll be okay, don’t worry.“

You looked up at him and pressed your lips to his, he was melting down in your touch and finally relaxing a bit.

”But you also said something else while you were drunk.“

Lando feared the worst.

”You want to propose?“

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life in film - LN

pairing: fem!uni student x lando norris

synopsis: after a year-long of hard work, the day was finally here where you present your portfolio project. you're family and friend circle has joined but will lando be able to reach there on time?

type: writing + picture portfolio

a/n: here's the much-awaited and most polled-in for the write-up! part 2 of love.jpg is here! ngl i feel this can be read alone as well as part but you readers can decide whichever way you wish to read i don't and won't mind <33 (linked down below). a bit of reference was used from the film 'five feet apart' as on the previous day, i binge-watched it (yes i do bing watch this movie for unhealthy times) and the monologue kinda gave an inspiration to write for this part. i must say the writing got way longer than i anticipated hence i had to skip the insta au part. although i think the end is quite an unexpected surprise in my opinion? lemme know what you folks think? now, i'll be working on our poll winner 2 and i'd be happy to take in any requests if you have :))

until next one, happy reading <;33

pre-part: love.jpg

. . . .

You were pacing around the backstage, feeling all anxious and panicky as the day you were looking for was finally here!

Your project portfolio presentation.

A year full of waiting now feels like a moment gone by and yet, you were very grateful of the journey that you had. Your family, friends, Lan, and professors have helped and guided you throughout the process, keeping you sane.

"Y/N, the show's about to start! get down to the staging area please" the lady annouced as you nodded to her.

You turned around the room to see whether Lando could make it as it was his last race of the triple race weekender and although you said it's totally fine if he couldn't make it yet Lando being Lando, he promised you he'd be there. quoting his own words, "i wouldn't miss it for the world and i will be there, bubba"

You get to the side staging area and tries to sneak at the couple front rows. You see that your and Lando's family was seated with a couple of your friends and the quadrant squad. you smiled at them, even waved back at baby Mila when she saw you and squealed. and yet, a deep sigh leaves your lips as you see the empty seat beside Max.

He still hasn't reached here. yet?

You fiddled with the ring on your hand and quickly took your phone when it beeped. it was a message from Max.

from Maxy: he's on his way y/n/n. don't worry about it! ps: if he doesn't, then we'll kick his ass fr. your word will be my command, your highness😤

Silent laughter resulted once you read his texts as you looked at him and shook your head.

You heard people's whispers, and as you turned around, the anchor of the event walks up behind you and enters the stage, meaning the show was about to begin.

"Welcome to one and all present here today! it's an honor and privilege to showcase the works done by our talented students of the graduating batch 2022-23" a round of applause echos the auditorium.

. . . .

Few presentations later, the anchor of the event walks up behind me, about to leave for the stage entrance, indicating its your turn.

You quickly opened your phone and texted Lando.

to Lan <3: hey bubba! im about to go on stage now. and before you say anything bad about yourself, its totally fine and don't blame yourself for it bubs. and maybe, I'll give you a private presentation? anywhoo, wish me luck xx

"You're up in a few mins y/l/n. you ready?" the lady approaches to you. You took a deep breath on and nodded.

"And here's our final student who has set her portfolio with an outstanding theme and work of art and graded first rank of her batch, Ms. y/n y/m/n y/l/n"

As the mic was handed over to you, your phone went off. It was a text from Lando.

from Lan <3: you don't need luck cause your lucky charm is here xx

You were slightly confused and before you could register what he meant, you're now walking onto the stage, and the audience applauds, your fam corner goes a bit wild, hyping you up.

You set your speech papers in front of you. And took another deep breath as the audience went silent.

"Greetings to esteem team and faculty members, my colleagues and everyone gathered here today. I am y/n l/n, a very proud graduate in photography and graphic design. And today is not just any ordinary day but it's much more special ordinary day that I've been waiting for a whole year" you say, with smile on your face as you look to the crowd.

And just like that, there he stood. At the entrance gate, very much like in movies.

Now, it made sense. Your lucky charm is finally here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here i present my portfolio, 'Life in film'" you say proudly, as the projector starts showing your cover page on the big screen.

As soon as the picture is shown on screen, a loud applause echoes, making your head turn in the direction of sound. Lando was the one who made the whole audience clap once again. A smile crippled on your way as you nudged your nose. Lando walked over to his seat quickly, keeping one of his hands over his heart as he nudged his nose back at you.

it was a sign that the two of you made, similar to eskimos' kiss (long distant version).

"Life on film. The name is very simple, minimal, and a daily basis terminology in our lives. So what's the purpose of this theme? You might think what makes such a simple concept of life an extraordinary one?" you say, as you look down at the paper you had in front of you, but then you looked at the ring on your finger. And then looked towards your squad. You show your hand at the big screen and the next slides play along, showing a couple of pictures you shot.

"Well, we humans tend to overlook life. We've stopped taking time and appreciate what we have. The bright sunny sky we rarely see in the UK, a string of laughter from a little baby, flowers blossoming in spring, an old couple walking hand in hand. A moment of stillness amongst the chaos, a moment of laughter, contentment, and love," you say, looking at your loved ones.

The looks on everyone's faces were the best reward you could ever receive! Even Lando's expressions spoke volumes of how much he was amused and in awe by your works. You were getting a bit overwhelmed with joy by seeing this and felt like your heart would burst out of so much happiness. Then, you decided to speak from what your heart says as you folded your speech sheet.

"Life could give some tough times, but it's during these times we remember what our purpose is. That even the sour lemons could be made into lemonade. You just have to find the sweetness, your lucky charms," you say, looking at Lando. You saw everyone around him cooing at him, making him blush.

"From being a small girl who'd roam around with her dad's camera, dreaming her life revolve around films and polaroid, and here's she is! chasing her dreams with her lucky charm, " you say, showing the ring on your finger. People in the audience said, 'aww', as were from your squad side.

"A second turn into a minute, into an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade, and so does it goes. Yet how crazy it is to be able to live life to its fullest, and not just for those successful moments, but for small, big, and everything in between moments! Cause life's too short to waste a second" you say, as the final picture is being shown.

A picture of you and Lando on the day he proposed you, 4 months back.

"And that's life on film! thank you, everybody, for being here! and special shoutout to my parents and Lan's for all the guidance and love, siblings and quadrant squad for all the support" you say, looking at them and then, looking at the person who's your everything.

"And to the most important person with whom i don't think i could have achieved this without him. my project partner, the boyfriend at the start to now, my fiancé, Lando, " you say, getting a bit teary-eyed as you look at him.

"Thank you for choosing me as your partner cause i can't think of anyone else with whom i would have done this!" You say, voice getting a bit crackling. And as soon as you turned the mic off and took a bow, the lights of the room turned on, and the whole room stood up, applauding and cheers of hoots erupting the room.

Lando didn't think twice as he stood and ran up towards the stage and engulfed you in a tight hug as he picked and spun the two of you around.

"You made it very on time, Mr. Norris" you said, tugging by his coat as he put you to the ground, arms still around your waist.

"I promised you I'd be here. And you did an outstanding and amazing..." he starts rambling, making you laugh as a tear slipped out your eye. before you get it, Lando holds your face in his hands, wiping the tears off while he still continues his ramble of appreciation for you.

"... and gorgeous and adorable work of masterpiece!! I'm soo proud and lucky to be your partner, my future Mrs. Norris" he says, tugging you an inch closer to him.

"Your future Mrs. Norris?? I love how that sounds" you whisper to him, with a smug expression on your face.

"I bet our lives would be a sweet sweet lemonade of lucky charms" Lando says, making the two of laugh before you two pull in for a kiss. You two pull back with a smile and look at the crowd. Lando takes a step back as he raises both his hands and takes a bow at you, making you feel so special, and then photographers capture it as well.

get yourself a goofy gentleman who treats you like a queen and makes you laugh out loud, ladies!

. . . .

Then the two of you lead your way to you squad where both the families hugged you, congratulate, and said that they were so proud of you today. the sibling and quadrant squad did the same as well as asked for copies of your portfolio.

And as you were on your way to the exit, Lando pulled you behind carefully as you had baby Mila in your arms.

"I wanted to ask about that private presentation you texted me earlier" He whispers into your ear, and then proceeds to cover Mila's ears with his hands.

"Is the offer still open??" Lando says, sending shivers down your spine.

"Lando Norris! there's a baby between us" you whisper shout at him.

"Henceforth, covered her ears" he says, a bit frustrated with the lack of answer. You shrug his hands off the baby's ears and walks ahead, Lando following you.

"C'mon baby mils, let's leave your uncle Norris behind and get you on a nap" you say, say you nudge your nose into her belly making her giggle faintly as you saw she was getting sleepy.

"I guess, Uncle Norris gets his presentation later tonight then?" he asks, a tad bit of hope in his tone. You get to the car seat and buckle Mila up.

"You are all good to go baby Mi! You say. once you're all set with Mila, you turn around to meet with Lando, standing close by.

"and I'll see what i could do for you, Mr. Norris" You smoothen his collar of the coat as you leaned in and whispered, with a smile.

"How did i ever got so lucky?" He whispers, pulling you close before you walked by. You squish his cheeks with one hand.

"I guess it's the lucky charms?" you say, with thinking face, making Lando laugh.

"Thank god for that lemonade season" He says, making both you reminisce the day where it all began for the two.

. . . . memory unfolds

"Lemons are soo bitty. So would the lemonade be bitty too, mama and mama norri" the 3-year-old you asked as you stood in the kitchen, watching the two besties, your mom and Cisca make lemonade.

"Sweetheart, even the sour lemons can be made into lemonade. You just gotta add sweetness" your mom says, Cisca carrying the jar of sugar.

"Oohhh i hear lemonade" yells the 4-year-old Lando as he ran into the kitchen and sat next to you. The dads entering the room as they had came back from Lando's go-kart practice.

As the glass contained only lemon juice, you stopped him from drinking it.

"That's sour lemon landoo!" you say, grabbing the glass from him and leads his along with your glass towards Cisca to add sugar.

"Sour lemons can be made into lemonade by adding sweetness, the lucky charms" you say to lando. you and lando had a phase of saying sugar as lucky charms as it was sweet as the cerals luck charms.

Cisca handed back to you the two glass you had and then you mixed it well before handing it to Lando and yourself.

Seeing this scene unfold, your parents were in awe and felt like they're witnessing something special with their kids. And without any further request, your dad picks his camera and shot a picture.

A picture with an embark of new journey. A picture that both set of parents had it framed in their house as well as their hearts.

. . . . back to present

"Yoo lovebirds, come over and have your lemonade drinks" Oliver calls over the two of you.

You two walk over to where everyone was seated and handed a now sleepy Mils to Oliver. Flo hands the drinks for the two as well as your lucky-charm sugar sachets. Once you kept the drinks down, Lando grabbed it to drink it and before he could, you grabbed his hand, stopping him to take a sip.

"That's sour lemon, landooo!" you say as you shake your head at his carelessness. You then tear the sugar sachets and add to both of your lemonades.

"How do i always forget the lucky cha- i mean sugar" Lan mumbles, enough sound for you to hear as you let out a small laugh.

As the two of you have your lemonade drinks, the parents watch the two of you as they did 20 years back. Your dad takes a picture with your camera, that you had given him to hold it for you.

And i guess, the lemonade story have captured your lives in film roll.

. . . .

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 | 𝐭. 𝐝.

pairing: tim drake x female!reader warnings: some swearing, canon usual violence, needles word count: 2,6k summary: nobody in their sane mind goes out to a park in gotham at fucking midnight, nobody except you.

a/n: so, I'm not used to writing for tim, so I hope this comes out okay for my tim girlies and that I do him any justice ^^ also, if anyone is interested in the playlist mentioned, you can check it out here and listen to it while reading this piece.

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The night was a mess. Break ins, shooting, explosions, man-bats running around, and it was only midnight. Tim was already exhausted by that point, but there was still work to be done.

Bruce had members of the family scattered around town to get each and every single one of their problems tackled as quickly as possible. Thus, Tim was now chasing down a small group of man-bats that escaped from the attack on the financial district of Gotham and were now heading up towards the East End.

He struggled to keep them out of the crowded areas. It was friday night, so there were extra people out on the streets even with all the chaos going on around town. Some people just didn’t care. So, doing as best as he could, he managed to guide the creatures through a dark alley and send them to a probably empty park, a place where he could fight them without risking anybody’s safety along the way.

Far from defeating evil monsters, you, on the other hand, had great plans for you Friday night: laying in bed and watching silly 2000s rom coms with your roommate and best friend. Having to overstay at work once again, the only thing between you and your bed right now was a five kilometer walk through the streets and a dark park that would have scared you if you did not take this route every night of the week. Guess you’re used to it.

Putting on your headphones and setting the volume to the max, your mind shut off from your surroundings and allowed you to walk the path in peace. Chumbawama’s Tubthumping was playing loud in your ears as you dance-walked your way home.

Music had that power over you. The power to take your mind away from anything. Every time you had an anxiety attack, or when things just started getting complicated in life, be it with school, work or your family, hiding behind a beat was your favorite solution to send the worries away. That’s why, the day you first walked your path home from your new job, playing your favorite childhood movie soundtrack, HSM, and singing it word by word, you managed to get home without crumbling to anxiety. So, it became your ritual, and like that you ended your week nights.

Behind you on your walk, though, things were not so simple.

Fighting off the man-bats with a single syringe of the antidote was not a clever idea, but it would have to do. At least, he only had three more to fight. With his grappling gun, he aimed at one of their wings, hitting it at first try and pulling it down with much strength. Now, standing on top of it, he stapled its wings down while worrying about the two others who were now giving him their undisputed attention. Fending them off with, basically, one hand, he turned to the trapped one and injected five milliliters of the solution, seeing it agonize in pain, but in no time it was back to being human.

One of the other two, without patience, grabbed at the arm he held the syringe, almost managing to make Tim drop it, but he was quick to change hands and, with his free one, injected it on the leg, making it fall from the sky immediately, carrying him along the way. He fell with a thud, already feeling the pain streaming from his shoulder. Laying there on the floor, he tried to catch his breath, but there was no time for rest. He needed to get the last one.

Stooding up, Tim looked at the syringe still safe in his hand, telling him there was around ten milliliters left of the antidote, enough to knock it down. However, looking up in search of the last survivor, he couldn’t find it anywhere. Where had it gone to? The man-bats were a boisterous bunch, screeching all the time and with heavy wings that announced their incoming from a mile radius. So how did this one escape without Tim noticing?

Being alone in the park, a silence soon took over. But that was short lived. In his search for the damned creature, Tim found out he wasn’t as alone in the park as he thought.

Just further away from him, bouncing its heads and skipping down the stone road, was a girl. Headphones on, she didn’t seem to notice the commotion going on behind her, and for some reason, that had Tim infuriated. People’s carelessness these days were doing that to him, as if they acted like they really wanted to die. What the fuck!

Then, that’s when he found it. Bright red eyes hiding inside a bush right in front where the girl was walking through, ready to catch flight in her direction. Tim’s legs were already burning, but the way he sped up and ran to try and stop the thing from doing whatever it was in its mind, made the sensation go away with the built up adrenaline. He reached the monster before it could move too close, jumping at its back, grabbing it and dropping to the floor. Tim had his arm locked on its neck, giving it a rear naked choke, taking its breath slowly and making it lose its strength. Now, with ease, he inserted the syringe on its neck, injecting all that was left of the antidote.

“Every time that I get the feeling. You give me something to believe in. Every time that I got you near me…” he listened to the words of Atomic Kitten coming out of her mouth, while he waited for the effects of the antidote to show up.

Were they fucking singing? Tim thought, incredulous. How on Earth did they not hear them fighting RIGHT. BEHIND. HER BACK?

The man-bat’s body started quivering, and soon his bat claws were replaced with human fingers and, like a real sized doll, fell onto Tim’s body like jelly. Releasing his arm from its neck and bending sideways to let the man drop beside him, Tim finally could take a break. There on the ground, he pretended to not feel any pain, or any burn, and allowed himself a few moments of rest. But the sound of the steps wouldn’t let him.

Getting up on his knees, Tim took a moment to catch his breath before angrily staring at the person still unbothered walking away from him.

You didn’t need much to get lost in the music, easily accomplishing it within a few seconds of any of your favorite songs. In those few seconds, everything around you seemed to disappear little by little, as you soon immersed yourself into a dream world, much like a music video, and all that was around you could not be listened to. But when an angry looking boy wearing a costume you’d easily recognize under a normal state of mind, jumps in front of you, it’s kind of hard to ignore.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me that you didn’t hear a single thing going on behind you!” he screamed at you, frustration apparent in each word.

Startled, you could only reply with a scream, not recognizing Gotham's vigilante, and your favorite of all of them. You tried to run, but tripping on your own legs, you fell to the ground on your butt, loud music still blasting through your headphones but they now laid on your lap.

When he realized what he had done, he walked to you and extended his hand for you to grab, and with ease he lift you up from where you were. This time, while standing there in front of you, he was able to really see your face. Like, every single detail. You were stunning. So now, he felt the warmth climbing up his neck and cheeks out of the embarrassment of scaring you — and also from staring for too long. The adrenaline was still too high in his system at that point, forcing him to do things with thinking twice.

“Are you alright?” he asks, concerned. With a shake of your head and the sight of your opened hands showing him no bruises, he sights in relief.

“I guess I’ll just have a really sore butt tomorrow.” you joke, whilst still telling the truth. Your butt was definitely going to hurt tomorrow. With your answer, you took a smile from the masked boy, the apples of his cheeks rising with the action, and the bruise on his right one becoming evident. “You’re hurt.” you point out, putting your finger on your own cheek for him to find the bruise on his, taking out of it a bit of blood.

“Man-bats. I can’t think of anything worse.” he replies with a grunt. You finally look around, to where he had come from earlier and where you assumed his battle had happened. There was a man passed out a couple meters from where you stood, and you could see others further back. Your stomach fell, sensing the disaster that could have happened to you if it wasn’t for Red Robin.

“Here!” you fished inside your bag for that first aid kid your friend always insisted you have with you, taking out of it, and expecting to be embarrassed as soon as you show it to him, a Robin edition band-aid, tainted in green, red and yellow, and with a large R drawn into it. You show it to him, waiting for him to put it on. However, he leans his face closer to you, telling you silently to put it yourself. Not knowing how to react, your hands start to shake and you can barely take off the plastic protecting the bandage.

His cheek was warm, but wet at the touch. It must be sweat from all the fighting, you thought. Looking up, his hair was also all wet, small droplets falling down his sides. Placing the band-aid carefully, you find yourself awkwardly close to your favorite vigilante. His masked eye didn’t show you its real color, but never left your, making your cheeks grow as red as his. Unknowingly, your fingers lingered in his face for longer than needed, caressing the place where his wound was now hidden. Finally paying attention to your actions, you retract your hands to your sides.

Now, facing each other with a much more comfortable distance, you get to admire his face, even if partially hidden, and his pretty smile spread once more on his lips. The themed band-aid actually complemented well his outfit, and the funny way he stood there with his arms on his hips. Tim also analyzed everything about you, from your smile you didn’t allow out but decorated your face either way, the way you looked everywhere but him once your eyes met again, and the curious phone case you had in your hand. It was a Robin one.

“I’m sorry.” he finally apologizes, messing up the hair at the nape of his neck. You want to tell him not to worry, but he cuts you to say: “It’s just been pretty… Busy night.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“And you still decided to walk alone through an empty park at… eight past midnight?” he questioned, but his tone was light, not judgemental, almost a joke.

“It’s my only way home. I have to take it every day. With time you grow used to it.” you informed him with a laugh,

“And you’re not afraid?” he asked you one more time. With your shrug, you tried to tell him you were okay with that, when in fact, deep down, you knew with everyday before the clock ticked for your shift to end, the anxiety and the fear consumed your body and only wore out when you got to your street and Mr. Johnson could be seen in your building’s front door. Noticing your expression of uncertainty, he read between your lines and understood you perfectly.

“I can walk you home.” he offered.

“I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” you shook your head. “Besides, I think Batman might need your help.”

And as if the world could sense his desire, Oracle’s voice sounded in his ear telling him Superman was strolling around and decided to give the city some help.

“It’s been taken care off.” he told you, and signaled you to show him the way.

Walking side by side, you didn’t say anything for a while, until he curiously asked you what it was you were listening to that stopped you from hearing the lousy men-bats and all that fight.

“It’s a random playlist I found on YouTube, but I fucking love it. I can’t stop listening to it for days.”

“Can I hear it too?”

“I only have one headphone, but…” you took it from where you had placed it in your bag and put it around your neck. Taking your phone and opening it again on that same playlist, you set the volume to the highest. “We can listen to it like this?”

Throwing him an awkward smile, he leans in closer. Your shoulders are touching and you swear you can feel his breath on your neck.

“Are you an Atomic Kitten fan?”

“Not really, but I like expanding my horizons.”

“Then I think you’d really like Vicenzo. He owns a small store, where he sells old records. He recommends some of the best music, you should check it out.”

“You should take me there sometime.” you tell him.

If only I could, he thinks, regretting ever coming to you as Robin, and not simply Tim.

“I’m kind of busy a lot.” he tries to explain, and you notice the mistake you’ve made.

“I-I know. That was stupid. I know you’re busy.” letting your hair hide your face from him, you want to bury yourself down in a hole and never come out. Only you to think Robin himself would want to take you out in his off duty hours.

“At what time do you leave work?” Tim asks.

“Around 11h30. Why?” you reply, confused.

“I’ll bring you a disk tomorrow.”

“What?”

“I’m walking you home again, if you don’t mind.” he asks, begging to say yes and letting him see you again.

“I’d love it.” you whisper.

The rest of the way, you two talked about your music taste, the concerts you attended. You asked him about his costume, was it really as tight as it looked? Nightwing’s looked like it could rip at any moment. His was actually fine, it dressed him well, you told him, getting red once more.

By the end of the walk, Tim didn’t want to leave when you told him you had reached your street.

“So, this is it for me.” you told him, as you arrived at a crosswalk. Just across the street from where you stood was a man apparently guarding the door.

“Oh.” was all he managed to say. Looking down, he hadn’t paid attention to it, but your hands were awfully close, so he touched your finger with his, playing with them, and, eventually, lacing them together. “See you tomorrow?”

“See you.” you went to kiss him goodbye. Just a peck on his cheek, you had just met him. But just as you, he went for the cheek kiss as well, and so your lips met. You two pulled away, but the magnetic field that seemed to bring you together all night was too strong to resist, and he leaned down to you, holding your neck, and kissing you again.

His lips were wet, and his tongue graciously slid into your mouth, playing with yours. Your eyes were closed, and just like a song, he took you away from your reality, inserting you into your own, where only you two existed.

Stepping away for breath, still with his hands on your neck, he says.

“See you at 11h.”

“How can I pay you for this? Not the kiss I mean.” you correct yourself. With a laugh he replies, already running off to wherever it is Batman may need him next.

“Bring me some coffee.”

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t-h-i-n-g · 1 year

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can you do some cute max mayfield x reader fluff?? Ik you get a lot of Max requests but i love her sm 😭

Come Over

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: how I came up with this was just looking up fluff prompts and came across "Why'd you call me?" "I missed your voice," and just kinda went off of that. Ty for requesting :))

word count: 800

summary: max's original plan of spending the night at the wheelers is changed as she gets a phone call from a special someone and she is more than happy to take up their request.

warnings: none but some light swearing

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Max was tired.

Dealing with teenage boys hyped up on sugar and deciding to yell at a TV over a show that she didn’t care to know the name of was draining.

Max rubbed her temples when Mike once again jumped up from his spot on the couch, hand pointing at the screen in an accusatory matter. Silently she glared at him as it took him no longer than five seconds to watch the conflict be solved. Sitting back down he went back to zoning in on the action-packed bit.

Shifting her gaze she looked at the floor, where poor little El just sat in tranquility and a smile on her face, wrapped in a blanket.

Huffing to herself, Max just couldn’t comprehend how an overall sweet, caring human being could find peace in a wack-ass person that barely showers three times a week.

Dragging a hand down her face, she glanced at the clock resting on a side table. It was only 7:00 pm and she had signed up for a night full of binging.

Technically nothing was holding her back from leaving, but she had nothing else better to do.

Billy was home tonight and she didn’t want to hear him bitching about the number of times she had brought her girlfriend over.

Who wasn’t even here. When Max found out you couldn’t make it she threw a little fit. Stating she won’t be able to stay sane if you didn’t go with her.

But she guesses, visiting your brother that lives in another state was a good enough excuse.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty not having you cuddled up next to her on the recliner like usual.

“He just needs to stop.”

“You’d think getting nailed in the gut would tell him to back off, but no.”

“There he goes again. Just give up, you’re gonna get pummeled.”

“He practically already did.”

“Literally though.”

This was the third time they’d had this conversation. Seemingly they have to continue to break apart with every little repeating event.

Just as Max was about to tell them to just shut up with the commentary, footsteps came down the basement stare.

“Max, somebody on the phone wants you,” Nancy informed. Not giving her time to ask questions Nance went back up the way she came.

Furrowing her brows, she pushed off the chair and stepped over the bodies littering the floor. Nobody paid her any mind, still too tranced by the TV in front of them.

Confusion crowded her mind with the thought of who wanted to talk to her. Opening the door, Max shuffled across the kitchen tiles, moving to the phone.

With slight hesitation she picked up the object, placing it to her ear.

“Hello?” She greeted.

“Hey.” Max’s heart jumped to her throat.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

“Calling you duh.” Max’s face grinned at your playful tone.

“I mean why are you calling me?”

“Missed your voice, shit kinda went sideways today,” you mumbled.

“Did something bad happen?”

“Our flight was canceled cause the pilot wasn’t available and they weren’t able to get another one.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“It’s all good though,” you assured. “Just kinda ticked off that we had to drive like 3 hours just to be told to turn back around. But it’s fine. I called your house but Billy answered and said some shit like, ‘Skrew you and your dog, Max is at the Wheelers’ I don’t know why he dragged my dog into it but he told me where you were so it’s alright, I guess.” Max chuckled, twirling the phone cord around her finger.

“So you’re back home then?” She asked.

“Mhm,” you affirmed, “Was just calling to see if you wanted to come over or something tonight. It’s been a long day, I just want to see you.”

Max bit her lip to conceal her smile at your statement. She could never understand how you made her feel like such a giddy schoolgirl.

“But if you’re doing something with the party I get it-”

“No!” she cut you off quickly. She cleared her throat, shocked by her own little outburst. “I mean we aren’t really doing anything. They’re just watching some lame show. If you want I could ask Karen if you could come over.”

“Eh,” you sounded, “I was kinda hoping if it could be just you and me, but if you want to hang with them I get it.”

Max just knew she looked like the Cheshire cat with the way the smile on her face was splitting her cheeks.

“No, no it’s fine. We can just hang out. The others are too into their TV to miss me too much anyway,” she stated.

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in ten.”

“Cool,” she repeated.

“See you soon, Max.” Her heart fluttered at the sound of you using her name, but she quickly shook the fealing away.

Seriously she was getting way too into the school girl in love act.

However, she didn’t pay it another thought as she darted out of the room and down the stairs. Grabbing her stuff, she explained to the others you were coming to pick her up.

“But it’s just getting to the best part!”

“Shut up, Dustin. You’ve said that like seven times already.”

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selenitesdawn · 2 years

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Hi! Could I req a Max Mayfield x reader imagine? Where Max always has the high score at the arcade but one time she notices that someone has beat her and that becomes like a competition between them? They make this deal where every time Max beats reader she get's a clue on who reader is. At the end Max finds who reader is and they realize they like each other and get together? Thank you so much! - N

I love love love this request. I hope it’s okay that I split this in two parts. I just had a lot of ideas about this. And I wanted a happy Max, so… yes.

Arcade Rivals (pt.1)

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : maybe a curse word now and then

summary : two very competitive arcade players get their game on.

third person pov

The thing about Hawkins was, that it had its own will. The people who lived there thought that it had its own mind, deciding whether it was in a good or in a bad mood from day to day. When Hawkins was in a bad mood, people went missing and the streets were filled with thick poisoned air. It demanded its victims, almost like they satisfied its hunger. But when Hawkins was in a good mood, the sun was shining, the land was sprouting and you could hear kids laughing from outside your window. Some days were hell, filled with tragedies that shattered the town’s foundation. Other days were filled with miracles, allowing people to hope for a better future.

A fresh breeze hit the redhead’s face as she stood on her skateboard and raced down the street. She felt her speed increase with every second, bending her knees a little to keep her balance. For a moment she actually had a feeling of freedom since the first time in a while. It was just her, her skateboard and the road. No monster chasing her. No stupid brother making her life more difficult than it already was. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound her wheels made, racing over the concrete. Then a smile crept upon her lips, signaling that Max Mayfield had regained a sense of faith. Not only for the future, but herself.

As she arrived at the Palace Arcade, she got off her board and tucked it under her arm. The arcade was where Max spent most of her time. She was pretty damn good at these games and the people who worked there gave her all the credit for it.

“Hey Mad Max, how’s it going?”, an employee named Derek asked from behind the counter.

“All good, how about you?”, Max replied casually, walking past him.

“I’m good. Just uhm, you should check your score on Dig Dug!”, he shouted after her.

Max turned around and furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what he meant by that. It almost sounded like a threat. Like someone might have…

“No way.”, she mumbled to herself as she approached the game.

After leaning her skateboard against the machine, she wasted no time checking the highscore. And to her surprise, MADMAX was now in the second place. After weeks of being the number one spot, somebody really managed to kick her off her well-earned throne. Although it was devastating in a way, it was an exciting feeling. Nobody was ever able to beat her at this game, which made it kind of boring to play after a while. But now there was somebody who obviously fought for that first place. Which meant the competition was on. One thing did bother Max though.

“SANEMAX? What a stupid name. That’s so lame.”, she mumbled annoyed.

The person who won against her obviously chose that name to provoke her, but Max wasted no time being offended and got her game right back on. It took her just 20 minutes to be back on the top spot, much to her own surprise. Although she was pretty amazing at Dig Dug, she never beat her own score this easily + another score above her. It seemed like her competitiveness allowed her to reach a new level of skilled, earning a victory again in a long time. She smiled to herself as she grabbed her skateboard, walking past the counter again.

“Already got that score back huh? I knew it. Sane Max got nothing on you.”, Derek applauded impressed.

Max was just about to walk past him and leave the arcade, when she suddenly got curious.

“Thanks Derek. Uhm, do you by any chance know who that person is? That beat my score?“, Max asked casually.

„Nope. No idea. It was that way when I came to work this morning.“, he replied.

Max started wondering who that mysterious person was. She never saw that nickname before. No one even tried to beat Max‘s score at Dig Dug for months now. It was kind of sketchy, now that she started thinking about it. She made her way back to the machine and started digging through her backpack. It was filled with all kinds of things. Spare Wheels for her skateboard in case something happens, disinfectant in case she gets a bruise, a few comics in case a lesson is too boring. After a while the redhead managed to grab a pen and a paper and started writing a note.

Dear sanemax, nice try. Do better next time. That was too easy. - MADMAX

She grinned as she put the note on the screen. In fact, Max didn’t have this much fun in a while. And there was no feeling like an easy victory. It just proved once again that Max was the glorious queen of Dig Dug.

That night she fell asleep without any nightmares for the first time in weeks. All she could think about before going to bed was if “SANEMAX” would get the message. If they would be able to beat her score again. If they are cool or..

‘Maybe they are just an asshole.’ , Max thought to herself.

But at the same time she didn’t care. She was excited for tomorrow, excited to go to the arcade and maybe even get a message back. Laying in bed, she put her headphones on and listened to her favorite song. Smiling to herself as she fell asleep.

The next day Max grabbed her skateboard as soon as she finished her breakfast, making her way to the arcade. She didn’t know whether the secret person plays at night or during the day. But if Derek didn’t see anyone play Dig Dug during his shift, sanemax must strike at night.

When she arrived she greeted the employees and made her way to the machine. A note was glued onto the side.

Hey MADMAX, nice try. You didn’t think I would give up that easily, did you? I didn’t even try beating your highscore the first time around, it kinda just happened. The game is ON. - better max

“This.. asshole.”, Max mumbled to herself. Her eyes squeezed together as she checked the new score. It wasn’t much more than the score she had reached yesterday. She took the note and stuffed it into her back pocket.

“Okay. The game is on.”, Max whispered determined.

This time around she got even more competitive. Her goal was to beat this score by far. Just to set a sign and make this pretentious person shake in fear. Max’s eyes were glued onto the screen as she moved the joystick at an incredible speed.

“YES!” Max put her fist up victoriously, jumping into the air. Her forehead was bathed in sweat as she plopped onto a chair that stood in the corner.

She had won. It took her 40 whole minutes but the score she had reached was unbeatable. There was no way anyone would come close to that. Not even SANEMAX. It was probably historic, now that she thought about it.

“That is truly a miracle.”, Derek said as he approached the Dig Dug machine. “How did you do that?”

Max just shrugged her shoulders and grinned, leaning back into the chair.

“I got competitive, I guess.”, she answered in a cool tone, making Derek grin.

Max grabbed her backpack and pulled out a pen and a paper, ready to write another message. But this time around she didn’t know what to write. Whoever this person was, they made her put up a top performance. They were the reason she was excited for something, for the first time in a while. She didn’t dread waking up this morning. She didn’t fall asleep thinking about all the bad things from the past. Maybe this person was brought to her for a reason, she thought.

“I wanna know who you are.”, she mumbled to herself, as she wrote down a message.

If you beat this score, I will accept my defeat. But if you don’t, you have to give me a clue about who the hell you are. Sounds good? - MADMAX

She put the message on the screen and grabbed her things.

“Bye Derek, see you tomorrow.”, Max commented as she walked past him.

She stepped onto her board and made her way home. The sun was shining and a cold breeze hit Max’s face. The feeling was refreshing, especially after Max sweat a lot inside the arcade. It was an ordinary Saturday and the day had just started. But for some reason today felt different to her. The last Saturdays were more about distracting herself. When there was no school, Max would just skate, go to the arcade, have her headphones on the entire time and hope for the day to end as quickly as possible.

‘What did this dumbass do to me?’, Max thought to herself. When she arrived at home, she searched her back pocket for the note and read through it again and again. She did this until she had memorized every single word and the handwriting.

This Saturday Max met up with Mike, Dustin and Lucas for the first time in weeks. She was always invited to the meetings, but she never attended. Either she felt too depressed, or she simply wanted to be alone. But for some reason she didn’t want to be alone this evening. And it turned out to be a good decision. The night was filled with laughter and happiness. Max almost forgot how amazing it felt to have your friends around. This mysterious person from the arcade somehow managed to give Max a lot of her energy back. She was happy.

Sunday morning went just like the morning before. Max ate breakfast, grabbed her skateboard and made her way to the arcade. As she arrived smiling from ear to ear, she went straight to the machine. But to her disappointment, she didn’t find a note this time.

“What?”, she mumbled to herself as she searched the entire machine.

Her score was still on top, no one had beaten her. ‘Maybe SANEMAX just didn’t go to the arcade yesterday.’, she thought to herself. Her smile faded slowly. For some reason it didn’t feel good to see her score untouched. She at least wanted to see Sane Max try. And hopefully fail.

Just as she was about to make her way to another machine, an employee walked up to her.

“Hey, Mad Max?”, the employee asked.

“Yes?”, Max asked confused, furrowing her eyebrows at the person.

“Uhm, Sane Max told me to give this to you.”, they said as they gave Max a note.

Max looked at the note and rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god.”, she groaned as she threw her head back.

You have won, my master. This fight is over. So here are multiple clues, because I’m nice : I know who you are. You walk past me in school without looking at me, like every time. So my looks won’t help you much. But let me say this: My real name isn’t really Max. Surprise. Pac Man next ? - (not really) Sane Max

‘What an idiot’, she thought to herself.

After the employee left, she couldn’t help but grin. This person really loved teasing her. But of course she wouldn’t ditch that invitation. She would destroy them at Pac Man and get the next clue.

Max checked the score on Pac Man and saw SANEMAX was at the number one spot. Determined she grabbed the joystick and focused all of her attention on the game.

“The game is on.”

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f1bb · 2 years

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🫡 That's it for the F1 Big Bang 2022! 📚

It’s been a long few months, huh? Thanks so much to everyone for sticking around! Details and links to most works can be found in the previous promo posts, with a handful more on Ao3 by creators who didn’t wish to advertise here. All of the fics and art are amazing, so please continue to show the creators your appreciation with ❤️ kudoses, 💬 comments, and 🔁 reblogs.

The Numbers

As requested, some fun trends and stats. 🤓

A total of 74 writers (63 priority, 11 late) and 26 artists (18 priority, 8 late) initially signed up

A total of 23 proposals were accepted and claimed, with one additional writer/author team working together from the beginning - all but one (🙈) of those made it to the end

Total Word Count: 666,546 (🤯 the minimum was 10k!?!)

Total Image Count: 59

All art produced was some form of visual medium - digital or traditional drawing/painting, comic, gifset, or epistolary edit

There was a trick question on the signup form to see who actually read all the instructions - 50% of writers and 54% of artists got it right 😭

Top 3 Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg and Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel (tie), Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc

Top 3 Fic Characters: Sebastian Vettel, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly and Lewis Hamilton (tie)

Top 3 Art Characters: Sebastian Vettel, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton and Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen (3-way tie)

The most common fic rating was Explicit, while the most common art rating was General Audiences

There were 3 pieces set in canon, 1 future fic, and 19 alternate universe stories 🤔

A Request

Now that everyone’s had a little time to breathe (but things are still hopefully fresh on your mind), I’d be very grateful if you could take a few minutes to share how the experience went for you, no matter how you participated (or didn't!).

✨T🖤H🤎A❤️N🧡K💛Y💚O💙U💜!✨

Finally, and most importantly, several acknowledgements are in order:

To all of the writers and artists, whether you finished or not. I hope it was at least half as fun as it was stressful. 😅

To the readers and cheerleaders for the invaluable ongoing encouragement. 🎇

To my beloved Discord mods - rhu, K, and Shiwi - who were witness to copious amounts of flailing and failing. The server would not be possible without you. 🙏🏻

To bom and the Martian handbasket collective, this is y’all’s fault in the first place.🧎🏼‍♂️ A million thanks for the idea bouncing, process feedback, and keeping me (marginally) sane throughout this whole business. 💚

🗓 See you all again in February...

Until then, 🛌

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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Series Masterlist

warnings: violence, light cursing, kissing, tension, weapons, anxiety,

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a while :))

taglist: @ya-khochu-umeret

No One Can Hurt You Now

Billy stays awake for the rest of the night, a chill settling over the quiet air. He’s surprised that he doesn’t feel more alone, but Steve’s making it difficult, pressured up to Billy’s side arm sprawled on top of Billy’s chest. As far as he can tell, Steve isn’t having any nightmares, which keeps Billy somewhat sane in the quiet. He doesn’t know what he would do if Steve started having a nightmare. He’s usually the one to be woken up by them, aside from the few times that Max had them, but even then it wasn’t like this. Nothing has been like this before. It terrifies Billy to no end, to care so much about Steve in such a little amount of time.

It’s new and raw and fucking insane. It makes him want to crawl out of his skin and huddle closer to Steve at the same time.

It’s fucking annoying, is what it is. He can’t seem to push Steve away, though. Not even his heart is cold enough for that.

The night passes uneventfully. Billy is able to get through silence and darkness easily with Steve beside him, which he doesn’t have time to digest. Sure, he’s itching to get up and leave the cramped dampness of their cave, but it's manageable. His hands run idle patterns against Steve’s skin, restless energy concentrated in his fingertips and the lightning they leave when they touch Steve.

The morning comes with the calm sound of calling birds and rustling leaves. Billy doesn’t want to, but he has to wake Steve up at some point. For now, they’re safe here, but he doesn’t know how long that’ll last without the cover of darkness. Of course, Steve didn’t notice when Billy was in the cave, but Billy has the feeling that Steve isn’t the most observant person out there when it comes to his surroundings. At least not when he isn’t under direct threat. Then, he snaps into action immediately, almost a completely different person. Billy’s only seen the receiving end of it, but he wouldn’t mind working with Steve instead.

“Harrington,” he drawls, “it’s time to wake up from your beauty rest.” The only response he gets is a muffled “no” and Steve buries himself further into Billy’s shoulder. It’s fucking adorable. He almost feels bad for waking him up. Almost. “Come on, rise and shine. Don’t make me fucking pour water on you, I’ve done it before.” It’s Max’s least favorite way of being woken up and almost worth the death glares he gets afterward.

Steve groans and sits up with a glare to rival Max’s and pokes Billy in the chest. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

A delighted laugh leaves Billy’s chest, pushing its way past his common sense before he can stop it. “And you have messy hair, Harrington.”

“Yeah? Am I that bad?” Steve runs a hand through his hair and messes it up, even more, strands sticking out in every direction.

“Don’t worry too much about it, pretty boy. I’m not sure you’re going to need perfect hair to get through the day.”

“You never know,” Steve says, sitting up fully and stretching. “My good looks can get me out of a lot of trouble.”

“I’m sure they can,” Billy agrees, moving towards the entrance, his backpack secure on his back as he shuffles out of the cave. “Are you coming?”

Steve nods and follows behind as they make their way to the river, traveling upstream, away from the place where they started.

Billy doesn’t turn around to check, but he can hear Steve’s footsteps and light cursing behind him. Instinctively, Billy draws his knife out of his backpack and holds it loosely between his fingers, twirling it slowly. He hopes Steve does the same with his stick.

“You can stop being so tense, I’m not going to kill you in your sleep.” Steve steps into pace beside Billy, reaching out to touch Billy’s shoulder, but thinking better of it when Billy sends him a glare. Billy’s already off-balance enough, he doesn’t think he could handle any more of Steve.

“I’m not asleep, so obviously that’s not what I’m worried about, dipshit.” Billy marches forward, intently looking everywhere except Steve.

“Fucking hell,” Steve groans, his hands on his hips. “Fine, I promise I won’t kill you for twenty-four hours. We’ll renegotiate after the fact. Happy?”

“Delighted,” says Billy, voice scathing. “Can’t fucking wait. You’re word better be good, Harrington.”

“It is.” They fall into a comfortable silence, Steve settling into a pace behind Billy, trailing like a lost puppy, cursing at tree roots and weeds that keep tripping him. It’s endearing as shit, and Billy has to fight in order to not laugh out loud at Steve.

It was hard to pretend that he was anywhere else with Heather. They didn’t talk about it for the brief time they had together, but there was always the fact that they were being hunted looming over them. Steve, though, blows away the paranoia to a degree. He makes it easier to breathe, at least until he looks Billy in the eye. Although it seems unfair, that he’s doing better with Steve than Heather, he always did have a soft spot for pretty boys. If he didn’t have such gaping wounds, he might try to dig deeper, but it’s so much easier to let silence take over.

They walk for a while but eventually come to a grassy hill. At the top of the hill, there’s a tall, ivy-covered, stone wall that reaches unexplainably high.

“Well, this is interesting,” Billy drawls, staring up at the wall, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Think we should turn around, Harrington?”

“I don’t see another option,” Steve says, running his hands along the smooth rock. “Do you want to try and climb this thing?” It’s meant rhetorically, but Billy takes the bait.

“Why, are you scared?” The wall is cool and the vines are crystallized with remaining morning dew when Billy leans his shoulder against them. “I won’t let you get hurt, I promise.”

“I’m not fucking climbing a wall. It’s obviously there for a reason.” Despite his words, Steve looks at the footholds of the wall in order to assess where he would be able to climb.

“Come on, King Steve, live on the edge a little,” Billy taunts, testing his weight against the cracking stone. It holds without too much protest, and Billy keeps his upward pace.

“I already am by being here,” grumbles Steve, but he follows underneath Billy, climbing to the top. “Are you not worried people are going to see us? We’re going to be at the very highest vantage point.”

Billy turns to face Steve and grins. “Might as well go down with a view, right?” He doesn’t hear Steve’s reply, but he doesn’t need to. The sound of Steve’s heavy breathing behind him keeps Billy company as he hoists himself over the top of the wall. “See? This isn’t too bad.” Billy motions to the view splayed out in front of them.

The wall they’re on goes on in a circle around the whole arena, tripping over hills and cutting through forests and rivers. In the middle of the wall stands the cornucopia where they started, surrounded by a grassy opening. There’s a large fire surrounded by moving figures, who Billy assumes are some of the careers. Surrounding the cornucopia, forests and rivers landscape the area, bright greens and blues bleeding together in the sunlight. Billy can’t see any other people, but he knows they’re out there. Eleven other people beside them, some scared, some excited, some waiting to kill.

Billy is interrupted from his staring by the sound of his stomach loudly announcing his hunger. Steve looks over, amused. “We need to eat,” Steve says helpfully. “Any ideas?”

“Food is probably a good place to start,” Billy supplies, kicking his legs widely and sending pebbles skirting down the wall. Steve elbows him in the ribs and Billy laughs, leaning backward. “Fine, fine. I learned about the things you can eat when you’re out here when I was training. You got any suggestions, Harrington?”

“I can hunt,” Steve offers. “Well, more or less. Small rabbits and rats. I’m not an expert, but I think I can get us something.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Billy agrees. “We can get down from here later and”- The sound of a canon firing interrupts Billy’s thoughts and Steve jumps beside him.

“Another one,” Billy whispers, looking out at the arena. Somewhere, another kid’s heart has just stopped beating. Silently, Steve leans into Billy, drawing closer. The length of their thighs are pushed together, their arms touching too. Steve’s presence is comforting and stabilizing, despite the circumstances.

They sit until the ringing in Billy’s ears calms down and he can pretend that everything is okay. Steve is solid beside him, deep breaths in and out filling the silence.

“So, food?” Billy asks eventually, breaking the quiet. On cue, his stomach complains loudly and Steve lets out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, I think that might be a good idea,” Steve agrees. “Do you have a plan to get us down from here?”

“Why, you don’t trust me?” Billy says, his tongue flicking down to his lower lip.

“Not when you ask like that,” laughs Steve, a hint of complaint in his voice. A red flush creeps up Steve’s neck as Billy continues staring.

Billy has mercy and scales down the wall, jumping the last few feet and landing heavily on the ground with a satisfying thunk. “Come on, Harrington,” he calls up, shielding his eyes from the sun, “I’ll catch you if you fall.”

“And then we’ll both be broken and bruised,” Steve argues, but he’s smiling and following Billy, landing on his feet and immediately falling on his ass.

Billy’s hand hangs in between them before Stebe takes it, hauling himself up. Billy steadies him with a hand low on his back, feeling the ripple of Steve’s muscles through the thin material of his shirt and jacket. “Not ideal,” Billy acknowledges, “but maybe unavoidable. And highly aesthetic.”

Steve hums in agreement and rifles through his bag, where he pulls out a knife and tests its weight against his palm. “This will probably work best for you to cut through stems and leaves of plants.” Neither one of them mentions that Billy already has a weapon, the clunkier, heavier hunting knife that’s tucked into his jacket. Steve doesn’t ask for them to trade, but Billy gives him anyway. Surprise is barely hidden on Steve’s face.

“It’ll make it easier for you to get us food,” Billy offers as explanation. “Don’t get yourself killed, yeah? I know everyone’s probably screaming at us from their homes not to split up, so let’s prove them wrong.”

“Thirty minutes, meet back here. If you’re late and hear a cannon, I’ll assume the worst and you do the same for me,” Steve says, short and brutal. Billy appreciates it for its value.

“Right,” he agrees. “Don’t go too far. Stay within yelling distance. Don’t give anyone a reason to cry over you.” Steve’s hair flops in front of his eyes as he nods.

“Billy?” Steve asks, taking an aborted step forward towards him and grabbing Billy’s hand.

Billy’s response is breathless. “Yeah?”

“Be safe,” Steve says, his eyes earnest and wide. He looks so utterly sincere, Billy can’t help but tease.

“Why, are you worried something’s going to happen to me? So you can tend to my wounds and play mother hen?” Billy taunts, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking annoying you are?” Steve groans, unfazed by Billy’s sharp words.

Billy grins widely, tongue running between his lips. “All the time. Why pretty boy, you wanna tell me I’m annoying too?” Billy relishes the way the tips of Steve’s ears turn bright red.

“If I thought you didn’t already know, I would,” is what Steve ends up replying, and Billy doesn’t have a good response to that.

So he walks away, branches snapping underneath the gait of his boots.

They reconvene a while later, when the sun is shining high above the sky and Billy’s jacket ends up tied around his waist. Billy has a good amount of food gathered in the pockets of his backpack, and Steve looks to be pretty successful at hunting.

“Wow, pretty boy. I don’t know what I expected, but you exceeded whatever expectations I did have.”

“Wow,” Steve says dryly, “Thanks, Billy. That means a lot.” Steve sets his backpack down by one of the trees and sits back against it.

“Anytime.” Billy follows Steve’s example and sits across from him, working on getting a fire started. Usually, smoke is a dead giveaway of where people are in the arena, but Billy had taken a look at the rest of the arena from the top of one of the trees, and there had been multiple other fires.

“So, I thought you were going to try and do this with that girl from your district. Heather, right?” Steve asks, leaning against the bark of a tree. They’re in the middle of a grove, with a rock wall covering them from the opposite view. In between, them is the handful of berries and fruits that Billy was able to recognize for them and the small animals that Steve was able to catch.

In any other situation, Billy would prickle and not answer the question, but he can’t seem to lie to Steve about anything. “I was,” Billy says, voice antagonizing light. “But someone slit her throat.”Steve halts in his motion to bring food to his mouth, making a soft, crushing sound. Billy can’t make himself look up into his eyes and see the face that goes with the noise.

“Shit. That’s- shit. I should’ve found you earlier.” Billy barks a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to stop any more noise from escaping. It’s a completely inappropriate and unexplainable reaction, one tinged with hatred and cruelty.

“Leave it to you to blame yourself. I should have been looking out for her more, not that she needed it. We were supposed to protect each other from everyone else, but I didn’t hold up my end.”

“Protecting people isn’t as easy as it sounds,” Steve says, and Billy wants to know what makes him sound so wistful. So lost.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to be easy,” Billy offers, consolidation in his tone. By now, he knows when to push and when to back off. “If it was, everyone would do it, but they don’t. Parents would always be perfect if it was that easy.”

“I guess so,” Steve agrees. “I think I’m just selling myself short.” Billy nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“Probably. I don’t know you that well, but that seems to be something you might have a tendency to do.” Billy offers Steve the other half of his bird leg as consolation for spilling his secrets.

“There could be some truth to that,” Steve allows, accepting the food and nodding in thanks. “It’s funny,” Steve starts again. Billy has a feeling that whatever Steve is about to say isn’t going to be funny at all. “When I was leaving, my parents didn’t show up to say goodbye. They just gave me a look when I left in the morning that said they would rather me die out here than come back that afternoon. It’s so fucked up.” And then Steve laughs, but it’s a hollow, hurtful laugh that rings too loudly through Billy’s ears.

“Mine didn’t either,” Billy admits softly. It’s easier, in the pale, shallow sunlight to say these things. Everything seems a little less golden and more faded, more of a color scheme Billy’s used to. “Well, my dad didn’t. My mom was somewhere far away forgetting that she has a son. My sister came, though.”

“My brother came,” Steve says, a light behind his eyes. “He told me to win for him if I couldn’t do it for myself. I think he probably blames himself for me being here, even though he shouldn’t. I swear he’s too smart for his own good most of the time.” Billy stands up and offers his hand to Steve, who accepts it and dust off his pants.

“This the same kid you talked about? Dusty?” Billy would listen to Steve talk about anything if it meant he gets to see the way Steve’s hand move through the air, excitedly flailing around. Billy makes himself look away and starts walking forward. He can hear Steve following behind him, so he continues walking forward.

“Dustin.” There’s a smile in Steve’s voice, a fondness that Billy drinks greedily. “His name is Dustin and he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s also the best thing to ever happen to me. I didn’t tell him that enough, I think.”

“You can tell him, you know.”

“What?” A branch snaps under Steve’s feet and he kicks a rock to the side, aimlessly walking forward.

“Tell Dustin that it’s not his fault. I’m sure he’s watching with the rest of Hawkins.” Billy says it casually, and Steve stares with those big brown eyes, his lips parted in surprise.

“That’s…suprisingly heartfelt for a guy who keeps putting weapons to my throat.” Steve takes a long look at Billy, who shrugs off the warm feeling inside.

“Don’t get too used to it,” Billy warns, looking away and trying to make the eye-contact mean less to him. By the way, his heart is beating, it doesn’t seem to work. He can blame it on the adrenaline. It’s easier like that, and he isn’t in the mood to torture himself right now.

“There’s that edge. I was missing the little spike of fear that usually comes when you open your mouth,” Steve teases, hands on his hips.

“You still scared of me, pretty boy? I think I’ve been real nice to you,” Billy says back, smiling finding its way to his face. It’s all teeth and sharp edges, but a smile nonetheless.

Steve scoffs. “I don’t think your behavior counts as “real nice.” I would say something closer to adequately non-threatening.”

“I’ll take it,” Billy says. “Even if I was hoping for charming and irresistible.”

“Maybe next time,” consoles Steve. “You only have room to improve.”

“I guess I’ll have to bank more on my good looks,” Billy adds thoughtfully, knocking his shoulder against Steve’s. “You think that’ll work?”

Steve hums in thought and gives Billy a look through his eyelashes. “You might have a chance. Depends on your behaviour.”

The promise is right behind Billy’s teeth, waiting to fall from his lips. “I’ll be on my best behaviour, Harrington. I swear. You won’t have any trouble from me.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Steve laughs, stopping to look fully at Billy. “Did you have your fingers crossed?” His eyes are narrowed accusingly at Billy, his hands resting low on his hips.

“I guess I’ll just have to show you, then.” Billy’s grin is on the edge of feral as he stalks closer to Steve. To his credit, Steve doesn’t step back, but his hands don’t drop from his hips. When Billy is close enough to feel Steve’s warmth radiating off of him, he stops his feet and leans in close to Steve, breathing him in. Steve has gone silently still, his chest barely rising and falling with his shallow breaths. “Do you want me to show you?” Billy whispers next to Steve’s ear. A shudder runs down Steve’s spin and he nods mutely.

Billy takes a moment to savor the peace, the stillness, before he catches Steve’s lips against his in a hungry kiss. He lets himself, for a moment, get lost in Steve. The way his lips feel against Billy’s, the way he gasps so nicely into Billy’s mouth when Billy grabs him by the back of his neck and pulls him in closer.

There’s nothing gentle about it. It’s a clash of teeth and tongue. A push and pull. Billy never wants it to end. Steve’s body against his is fire-hot and solid, and Billy wants to devour him whole. It’s heat and need and pure desperation.

It’s the fact that they’re both going to die soon. Probably.

But reality comes crashing back down with a plea of Billy’s name from Steve’s lips. With that pretty sigh of his name, Billy’s mind fills with all the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this.

All of Hawkins is watching them right now. To them, it doesn’t matter if any of it is real or if Billy would never do this normally. They just see two teenagers, trying to find a way out of a dark maze.

They could be in danger. Someone could be watching them right now, wondering why Billy and Steve aren’t paying any attention at all to their surroundings and thanking whatever god they believe in that there are two targets out in the open, holding each other tightly. It’s hard to focus on that when Steve’s lips feel so right against his.

Not that Billy thinks he deserves this. It’s too right, too easy. It’s something fragile that he’s going to break, a thin, fragile plate dropped on a cement floor. Billy’s used to things being a fight, and when Steve was a fight, it was okay, but now it’s aggression and heat and blood running through his veins, but he’s content to just exist at the moment. It’s wrong.

It’s the prominent fact that, at this point, Billy could still win this. He could go back to his shitty house in District Six, where Neil would be waiting. Neil, who’s forced just like everyone else to watch the games, who’s probably sitting in the kitchen and staring out the window at the temporary screen put up in their neighborhood. Neil, who doesn’t have Billy to take his anger out on right now, could hurt Max or Susan for no reason at all. People get bruises all the time in District Six. No one would question a thing. They never did with him.

So he does something that makes Neil almost as mad. He pushes Steve away and runs madly to the edge of the clearing where the sky starts to lose its light.

Tripping over himself, tripping over roots, he scrambles away from Steve. He doesn’t know where he’s going, doesn’t know where anyone else is. He could be running straight into someone who wants to kill him, but he can’t seem to care. All he knows is that he’s running away from someone who doesn’t want to kill him, someone who definitely, by the way, he just kissed Billy back, and wants him to stay.

Billy wants to stay too, but his brain is on fire, screaming alarms coursing through him that he needs to leave.

Steve’s panicked voice follows him, tortures him. “Billy, fuck, wait, I-“ And then Steve’s chasing after him, stumbling the same way, long limbs flailing frantically to catch up to Billy.

Billy’s stronger and faster. He knows that, and Steve should too. But maybe, maybe there’s a part of Billy that wants to be caught, while no part of Steve wants to let Billy go. At least, Billy hopes.

As fast as he started, Billy stops running. He turns around to Steve, faces him, and squares his shoulders, ready for a fight. “If you’re going to hurt me, do it now.”

“Hurt you? You’re the one who ran away. And don’t.” Steve’s voice is low, dangerous. With anyone else, it would send Billy’s mind into panic, into defense mode. With Steve, he just wants to listen, and hold into every word. “Don’t ever run away from me like that. I don’t care what messed up shit is waiting for you back home, I don’t care if it means you’ll never look at me again. Shit, I don’t care if it means you’re going to beat me bloody. But don’t leave like that. I- I just want to- need to know that you’re safe. That you’re okay.”

“Why do you care so much?” Billy asks. He means for it to sound meaner than it does, but it drifts between them, emotional and breathless, heartbroken and scared.

“You’re”-Steve starts, running a hand through his hair, musing it to where it sticks in all directions-”You’re fucking electric, and I don’t want to deny myself anything if we're going to die anyways. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Steve,” Billy whispers, feeling himself slip away in the moonlight of Steve’s eyes. It’s harder to control himself like this. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Steve’s features soften, his hands reaching out for Billy, flexing at his sides. “I don’t either, okay? But we can figure it out. It’s not like it matters if we fuck it up, right? Only one of us is making it out of here.”

“It better be you, then.” Billy means it as a joke, but it falls short. It hangs between them and stretches on.

For a moment, Steve looks confused, his brow furrowing in the middle. “What?”

“I can’t go back home after this. Not after this. Not after us,” Billy explains, looking into Steve’s eyes, trying to make his voice as sympathetic as possible.

“What?” Steve asks, just as confused. “Why not?” Billy doesn’t want to be the one to tell Steve, to break that pretty fantasy in Billy’s mind of them going back to a perfect world.

“Steve,” Billy sighs. “I just kissed you in front of the world. Back home, people turn blue and black for things like that.” He keeps it vague. Not I’ve turned blue and black for things like that. He doesn’t give gory details or names. He’s not that sure that he won’t ever see home again.

“Well, I think it’s best case scenario if all we get is a few bruises,” Steve says, and Billy really wishes he could tell his mind the same thing, but he can’t. There’s always going to be that feeling at the back of his neck that doesn’t let him think about best-case scenarios without thinking of his lonely kitchen and hole-patched roof.

But there’s also a certain comfort in the inevitability of their death. The odds are stacked against them, so why not take advantage of them?

Billy just wants his mind to calm down, he wants the screaming alarms to quiet in the background. It doesn’t seem like Steve can give him that, but maybe Steve’s noise can be louder than Billy’s fears.

“I guess you’re right,” he admits softly. Steve looks so warm and inviting in the warm glow of the fading sunlight.

Apparently, his thoughts show on his face, because Steve opens his arms wide and grins lopsidedly. “Come here, you idiot, so I can kiss you how I want to,” Steve asks softly, holding his arms out.

“You should ask nicer,” Billy says just to give Steve shit, but he’s already lost the battle in his mind to go straight into Steve’s arms before Steve asks.

This time, it’s different. Steve takes his time, eyes staring into Billy’s, leaning in slowly, waiting for Billy to protest. Billy’s eyes flutter shut and he lets himself get lost.

Get lost in dreams of those pretty brown eyes, so kind and so cunning, looking past the cracked glass that makes up Billy’s walls. There’s no part of Billy that can forget where they are, what they’re supposed to be doing right now, and the blood hunt that awaits behind every tree, but he can get lost in Steve’s eyes and his hands happily.

“Billy,” Steve sighs, pulling away and resting his hands on the sides of Billy’s neck, encasing him in warmth unlike any other. “Don’t run away again. Please.”

“I won’t.” Billy lets his voice go soft and he makes his eyes as gentle as they can be. All the gentleness he hasn’t used over the years has been saved up for now with Steve. “I’m here for you until the cannons go off.”

“That’s not as romantic as you think it is,” Steve grins, but he doesn’t let go of Billy.

Billy smiles and sets his hands on Steve’s waist, pulling him in closer and kissing him on the jaw. “Really? I thought it was fairly clever.”

Steve hums and runs his hands along Billy’s back, skittering them along his spine in a comforting, rocking motion. It’s something that Billy’s mom used to do to calm him down after bad nights with Neil.

“Your hands are shaking,” Billy laughs, reaching behind his back and taking one of Steve’s hands between two of his own. “They don’t usually do that.”

“How do you know that?” Steve asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I’m observant,” Billy says flatly. He can see the gears turning behind Steve’s eyes, and he tries his best to calm those thoughts.

“That’s more than being observant, Billy,” he says softly.

“I notice things,” he tries again, hoping Steve will get the hint and drop the topic. Steve, however, has a firm set to his jaw and a look in his eyes that tells Billy that the denial is fruitless.

“You notice behaviour,” Steve says, “Because you want to be able to recognize signs of danger. From me.” There’s a hint of betrayal in Steve’s tone that Billy doesn’t want to deal with right now, so he tries to explain the best that he can.

“It’s not that I’m noticing your behaviour more than others, I take note of everyone’s behaviour. I would do the same thing if you were Heather or my little sister.”

Steve’s nodding along, but Billy can see the pain in his face. Somehow, Steve must be able to see that Billy’s not going to talk more about it, because he softly says, “Okay,” and they move on.

They walk for hours, not sure what to do. They know what they’re not going to do, but as long as no one finds them, there’s nothing that they should be doing. With enough food to last until tonight, they don’t have to gather more and they shouldn’t sit in one place for too long, at least that’s what Steve thinks, and Billy’s inclined to agree with whatever Steve says right now.

The stars are hanging heavy overhead, and a cool breeze is filtering through the air. Now’s as good a time as any to settle for the night, so Billy finds them another rock outcropping where they’ll see anyone coming before anyone else sees them.

They eat with Steve’s thigh pressed against Billy’s, berries and leftover meat in a pile on the rock in between them. It’s not too cold now, luckily, but Billy’s a little worried about how the night is going to turn out. But he’s got Steve to keep him warm. “So, Steve, what do you do in your free time?”

“Are you trying to make small talk?” Steve laughs. Then, softer, he says, “You called me Steve.”

“That’s your name isn’t it?” Billy asks, confusion in his voice. “Please don’t tell me that I’ve been wrong this whole time.” He runs his hand over his face and looks nervously at Steve.

“No, no it is. You’ve just- you’ve never called me Steve before.”

“No way that’s true,” Billy denies, thinking back. “No, I’m pretty sure I’ve called you Steve before.”

“You have not,” Steve scoffs. “It’s always Harrington or Pretty Boy or anything besides Steve.” Billy shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything more. They finished the rest of their food in silence, a peaceful air of nothing in between them.

Once their packs are cleared away, they settle next to each other, laying flat on the rock, cold stone digging into their backs. It’s somehow soothing and cathartic to be here with Steve, his hair pillowed out underneath his head, Steve’s hand skimming against his own.

“We don’t see a lot of the stars in District Two,” says Steve quietly, like he’ll scare the stars away. “Too much light pollution of some shit.”

Billy thinks back to his house, where there was a hole in the roof right above his makeshift bed. He could see the stars through it on some nights. He knows because he used to make wishes for them. Wishes that his mom would come back, wish that Neil would disappear, wish that Billy would disappear.

“In District Six, there were stars some nights, when the night shifts didn’t have as many people. If I was working, when my shift ended we would go outside and stare up and the stars. I was always pretending to be somewhere else, and I think everyone else was too. It was easier, at night, to imagine that the smell of gasoline and oil is just part of the air.”

“Do you know any of the patterns the starts are supposed to make?” asks Steve, turning onto his side and looking hopefully over at Billy.

The thing is, Billy has absolutely no clue what any of the constellations are. He never had time to learn things like that, especially since there was no one there to teach him to pay attention to things like stars. One of the lessons they teach all of the kids in his district is to keep your eyes down to the ground, so looking for animals and names in the stars wasn’t really one of his priorities.

But Steve looks so excited to learn, and Billy doesn’t know how to say no, not when Steve’s hand is in his and he’s pressed up against Billy’s side. “Sure I do, pretty boy. Which ones do you want to learn about?”

“All of them,” Steve breathes, and who is Billy to say no to that?

They spend the first part of the night looking up at the stars, Billy pretending to know what he’s talking about and Steve hanging on to every word that leaves Billy’s mouth.

Billy doesn’t think that there’s actually a constellation of a fighter that’s called Max, but it’s nice to think that there is. It’s even nicer when Steve asks him to tell the stories behind the names, and Billy gets to make up tales about heroes and villains, about good guys winning and being cemented in the universe’s storybook.

Eventually, Steve falls asleep in the crook of Billy’s shoulder. His hair brushed against Billy’s chin, and he leans into it, into the inherent comfort that Steve provides.

Staying awake is easy when he can’t imagine a better dream than the moment he’s in.

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spark-glow · 10 months

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3 12 13 14 for the ask meme (:

Thanks a bunch!!! Mwa mwa.

3.) 1-3 games you played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed.

Uhhhhh... Let's see. This is a bit of a toughie cause I tend to come back to old games over and over instead of playing new ones, but... Darkest Dungeon 2, Project Zomboid, and Sons of the Forest.

DD2 is something i'd been hyped for for awhile, and it hasn't disappointed me yet. It's a much different experience from DD1, but I still enjoy it. The artstyle translated beautifully into 3D and there is just... so much heart in it. All I need now is Red Hook to show me where Shieldbreaker is. Project Zomboid isn't something I expected to enjoy as much as I do, but i'm the local survival game enjoyer, so I guess I shouldn't be super surprised. It's great to play with friends, though still fucking terrifying. I'm the local The Forest enjoyer, despite that game being a garbage fire. The Gulag was all over SOTF when it was announced, and we all got it launch day and played it for like a week straight once it came out. It's The Forest though so it needs time to grow and flesh itself out, so i've left it on the back burner... FOR NOW. ━━━━━━━

12.) A character you particularly like in the game you're currently playing.

You look over and i'm just sweating fucking bullets.

Horizon from Apex Legends has very firmly embedded herself in my brain, so that's been fun. I won't get super into it but I like her a lot, and i've been having fun getting better with her kit! If you know, you know.

Though uh... Mad Maggie also bears mentioning, because that is a woman that has totally and entirely bewitched me over the passed month. I'm genuinely super embarrassed about it sometimes, but she is Suzie Love Bait to the max. It's one thing for her to be a handsome masc woman, but her story and unrepentant pride in being indigenous genuinely almost brings me to tears sometimes. I love that woman. I want Respawn to tell us she's a dyke already so I can rest. ━━━━━━━

13.) Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind.

Already did this one, but i'll do it again!!!!!

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Quixotic, from Hotline Miami 2's OST, is still such a kickass song to me. I love how deep it feels, and how it just reverberates through your bones. Underrated pick from the OST if you ask me. ━━━━━━━

14.) A song that's sure to hit your nostalgia buttons.

I could put literally any god damn Spyro song here, but I already talked about Spyro earlier so i'm gonna swerve and drop the theme for my other favorite game from when I was little.

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Warped is and always will be my favorite Crash game. I had such a blast with it. I really need to actually finish the fucking N. Sane Trilogy one of these days. Fake Crash Bandicoot fan over here.

Special shout outs go to the Ty the Tasmanian Tiger theme, as I played that series to fucking DEATH as a child, the Croc: Legend of the Gobbos theme since it goes hard as hell, and like... the entire OST for Pac Man World 2.

#SONAR #ask meme

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commic-jester · 2 years

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its three am. i have now learned that max is at the sinclairs??? billy almost fucking died, jonathan and will arent talking, lucas is the only sane bitch, and robin has a broken nose. huh

max is at the sinclairs bc mrs sinclair offered to pick her up from the hospital where she was watchin over billy, billy nearly died from the mind flayer, fuck knows what’s goin on w job n will, n robin got jumped by lonnie for some reason

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miserableyoplait · 3 years

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y'know when your brain goes 'these two seperate things are the same thing,' like mad max and the fast and furious.

so i just realized i've been doing that with dev patel and pedro pascal. there's really no reason why my brain did this. it just took two half remembered names and went 'these are similar because of (x irrelevant thing).'

#yop.txt #please tell me this is like a normal thing #there was another example of my brain doing this that i recognized recently but i forgot again (:#i thought fast n furious and mad max were the sane thing bc i think i saw the previews one after the other #while watching some dvd as a child. not knowing shit about either franchise #my brain went 'uh hey this has fast cars and violence they're BASICALLY the same!'#and i thought they were the same thing for years!!!#like i don't i was fully conscious of it until i saw a trailer for the new fast saga at the theater. like this summer #there's nine of them now??#(wait fast and furious is the same as fast saga right???)#(hold on i need to go google this)#OKAY GOOD THEY ARE THE SAME THING !!!#uhhh dont mind my entire life story in the tags /j

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cursedwriter · 3 years

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Dancing with your Ghost - Fushiguro Megumi

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Warnings: Deals with death, Megumi has various breakdowns, it’s just really sad over all... sorry for making you cry in advance!

Words: 4.9k

Author’s Note: Kind of inspired by this song: Dancing with your Ghost - Sasha Sloan // Also, when they dance, I kinda imagined them to dance to this: Technicolour Beat - Oh Wonder

“Is he still in there?” Yuji pointed at the door by the end of the hallway. Gojo was walking in his direction, his expression unreadable.

“No matter what I tell him, he won’t come out.” His voice sounded tired, almost worn out. The sight must’ve been hard for him to bear. Itadori gulped. He wasn’t sure if he could take it. “You should try talking to him. Maybe he will listen to you. We both know he would regret it if he missed the ceremony.” Gojo patted Yuji on the shoulder, hand lingering for a few additional seconds in silent comfort.

“I’ll try my best,” Itadori nodded, though, he sounded more hopeful than he was. This was going to be rough.

Soon after, Gojo disappeared behind the corner and out of sight. His shoulders were slouching and his head was hanging low as if he couldn’t walk upright. This was hard on everyone. But the person who had it the worst of all was…

“Fushiguro, can I come in?” Yuji knocked on the door three times. No answer. He tried again. This time more forceful. “Hey, Megumi! It’s me, Yuji! Do you mind if I come in?” Still no answer. Itadori sighed, but he pushed the door open anyways, peering into the dimly lit library of the Jujutsu Tech High school. Admittedly, he’s never been in here before. Yuji wasn’t really the non-fiction reader… or anything that wasn’t manga, really. But upon entering the room, he couldn’t help but gawk. The shelves were stacked to the max, piling up above his head in a seemingly endless supply of books. There were books everywhere. The amount of knowledge that was stored in here was immense. And all about curses and jujutsu? Incredible! Maybe he should’ve come here sooner. He bet that there had to be at least a dozen books about Sukuna here somewhere.

“It doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t make any sense.” Itadori was pulled out of his thoughts by the repetitive mantra that was coming from somewhere behind a shelf. He followed the sound that was mingled with quiet sobs and he had to force himself to keep walking. This was more terrifying than facing all the curses of this world together.

“Megumi?” He peered around the shelf, finding his friend sitting on the old wooden floor, frantically flipping through a book with yellowed pages that seemed to be falling apart at the seams. It must’ve been ancient.

“No sense, no sense, no sense,” he repeated over and over again as if that phrase was the only thing keeping him sane.

“Megumi?” Itadori tried again and finally Megumi’s head snapped up and he looked at Itadori like a deer caught in headlights… only way worse. His eyes were bloodshot with dark purple circles underneath them. A stark contrast to his sickly pale skin. Briefly, Yuji wondered if Megumi had slept at all since it happened. Tears were streaming down his face and it felt like they would never stop. An endless river of sorrow and despair. Yuji was sure he heard his own heart shatter in his chest as he looked at his best friend. He wished he could take some of the pain away. Even if it was just a little, but of course that was impossible. “The ceremony will start soon and-“

“That’s stupid!” Fushiguro cut him off harshly, his voice hoarse and quieter than usual. “Why would there be a freaking ceremony when she’s coming back?!”

“Megumi, she-“

“No! Stop it!” He yelled, throwing the book he was reading against the opposite wall. “Stop it! Shut up!” He pressed his palms against his temples as if he wanted to crush his own skull. “I’ll do it, you’ll see! All of you! You’ll see! I’ll bring her back! I’ll bring her back, okay?! I will – I will!” He repeated it over and over again and it was apparent that he wanted to proof himself right more than anything else. Maybe making him believe would help ease his pain? Should he encourage him? No. Despite wishing that he could provide some words of comfort right now, Itadori knew that false hope would be the cruelest thing he could offer. No matter how much it hurt, but Megumi couldn’t go on like this… searching for something that wasn’t real.

“Megumi, please. You’ll regret it if you don’t come,” Itadori tried again, picking up the book that Megumi had thrown away. He flipped through the first pages and he could already tell that the answers Megumi was searching for weren’t in this book. It was mostly about how sorcerers could reincarnate as curses if their dead bodies weren’t handled properly. If they died you had to make sure that the last hit was infused with cursed energy. Usually, that took care of things. However, if they died of natural causes, diseases or accidents there was a special ritual, a ceremony that made sure their bodies were put to rest accordingly. Kind of like a funeral, but then again, not quite. This was the ceremony Fushiguro refused to attend, even though it was highly valued among sorcerers. It was a way to pay your last respects, value their accomplishments and thank them for their sacrifice. He probably refused to go because that would make her death final and he would be forced to move on, no matter how hard it would be… and it was going to be very hard.

“SHE’S COMING BACK, DAMMIT!” Megumi yelled at him, reaching for another book that was stocked in a pile he’d built himself. The tower crumbled with the way he yanked it out, dozen books falling to the ground, scattering to their feet. It was eerily quiet for a second, Yuji didn’t dare to speak. The atmosphere so thick, he doubted even Maki’s demon blade could cut through it. And then, right when he wanted to say something, anything really to get rid of the suffocating silence in the room, Megumi started sobbing. Not like before. Impossibly, it was even worse. His whole body shook with the action, hands that were clinging onto the book were trembling and despite him hanging his head low, Yuji could see the frequent tears that were hitting the old worn out pages of the book, blurring the ink further, making it almost unreadable.

Hesitantly, he took a step forward, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Should he hug him? What could he even say? Should he call for someone? Gojo-sensei? Would he know what to do? Or Nobara? Or, wait! Y/N always knew what to do when it came to him… Oh, right…

Yuji slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. How could he forget?! It really didn’t feel real yet, huh? Itadori tried to swallow the big lump in his throat as he crouched down and gently took the book out of Fushiguro’s shaking hands. He looked so fragile, as if a single slap to the wrist could break his arm.

“I just don’t get it,” Megumi whispered. His voice sounded far away, as if he was underwater or as if Yuji had cotton in his ears, muffling his voice to a point where it was almost incomprehensible. “It’s just so unfair.”

Yuji placed the book on the ground beside him, skipping over the title “Resurrection and the balance of the world”, it read. He gulped again. Could it be possible?

“I know it is.” He laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and another muffled cry escaped Megumi’s mouth. Yuji had seen a lot over the course of just one year, but not once has he witnessed such utter despair. The sight pulled on his heart strings in ways he couldn’t even explain.

“She fought against the most heinous creatures every day and you’re telling me she died because some fucking asshole thought it was a good idea to drive while being absolutely shit faced?!” Some of his words were swallowed by his sobs, but Itadori understood him well enough. “I refuse to believe that! I refuse to accept that!”

Momentarily Itadori was thrown back to the moment they got the call, he remembered it all too vividly. The shock, the confusion and his scream…

“I’m sorry for your loss,” the nurse led them into the room. The air was chilly and it smelled like disinfectant. The stench so unbelievably strong, Megumi thought he might throw up. It burned in his eyes and nose and he distantly felt his cheeks getting wet. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the smell or of what was to come… at this point, it still felt like a sick joke, some twisted game or prank. Just not real, like a dream, a nightmare he would wake up from any second.

There was a single bed in the middle of the room, the body underneath covered by a white cloth. Gojo, Nobara and Yuji gathered around it, hands clutched together in front of them as if they were silently praying. Megumi hesitated. He stood in the doorframe, looking at the scene in front of him and nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Everyone was crying. Even Gojo seemed more tense than usual and he was sure he saw a stray tear slip from underneath his sunglasses.

The room was silent, except for the door falling shut behind him as the nurse left them to mourn in peace. This was a dream, right? A nightmare? How could it be anything else?

Megumi’s footsteps echoed off the walls as he hesitantly approached the bed covered in white sheets.

This is just a dream. This is a nightmare. You’re going to wake up any second now. Just wake up. Wake up! Wake up, dammit!

But he didn’t wake up. Not even as he reached for the white cloth. And he didn’t wake up as he slowly lifted it up. He didn’t wake up when everyone sucked in a sharp breath. And he didn’t wake up as Nobara’s knees buckled and she fell to the ground sobbing. He didn’t wake up as he laid his eyes on your peaceful but lifeless face.

Megumi didn’t wake up. But God did he wish he did.

He stood there for what felt like an eternity. Studying your features. How your hair was softly flowing on the pillow, how your lips were slightly parted as if you would wake up at any given moment and tell him something important. But he also noticed that your cheeks lacked their signature pinkish tint and your lips were more blue than their usual vibrant red.

His hand inched closer to your face, connecting to your cheeks and adoringly caressing it. It was cold underneath his touch. Your skin feeling more like wax than it felt alive.

No one said anything, the only sound was Nobara’s quiet sobs that she tried to stiffle to the best of her abilities. Everyone watched Megumi and no one knew what to do. Neither of them has ever felt so helpless. Even Gojo was rendered speechless at the heartbreaking sight in front of him.

And then, everything slowly started to sink in…

She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s really gone! You’re not waking up! Why aren’t you waking up?! Wake up!! No, no, no. This can’t happen. This can’t happen. This isn’t happening! Tell me this isn’t happening?!

Didn’t I just talk to her this morning? Didn’t we talk about going to the beach as soon as it got warmer? Didn’t we make dinner plans? Didn’t she boast about a new recipe she wanted to try? Didn’t this just happen? And you’re telling me that all of that is just… gone? Just like that? In a moments notice… poof?! Evaporated into thin air? You’re telling me that?

“Wake up, dammit! Wake up, dammit! WAKE UP!”

Everyone stared helplessly at Fushiguro. At first no one knew if he was talking to himself or you, but then he started desperately shaking your shoulders, repeating the words over and over again. “We wanted to go to the beach, remember? You told me you couldn’t wait! Come back, and I’ll drive us right now! Come back! Come back to me, please! Please!”

Gojo couldn’t bear the sight anymore. The way he shook your body as if that would change anything. With a few long strides he closed the distance between him and Megumi and pulled him away from the bed. He was thrashing at him, screaming in his face to let him go, but Gojo didn’t listen. He gladly took a hit or two if that meant Fushiguro could get at least some of his frustration out of his body. To Gojo, the room itself was a hard place to be in – for obvious reasons. The energy here made him feel uneasy and on edge. The amount of cursed energy gushing out of Megumi was immense and almost unbearable. He had to get his emotions in check or else…

Megumi continued to yell and thrash. “Let me go, you bastard! Let me go! I need to see her! I need to see her!”

“I understand that this is hard for you, but you need to calm down!” Gojo’s voice was stern. This was probably the first time ever that he actually put on the façade of a responsible adult. Nobara and Yuji watched the two with wide eyes, but didn’t interfere otherwise. “If you keep this up, you might end up cursing her! Do you want that?!”

“Let me go! Let me go!” Megumi wasn’t listening.

“Megumi, snap out of it!” Gojo’s palm connected to Megumi’s cheek, his flesh burning hot where it had connected. For a moment, the room was silent again. Only Megumi’s labored breaths broke through the thick tension.

“You bastard!” Megumi launched himself at Gojo with all his strength, but that was exactly what Gojo intended. It was better if he directed all his energy towards him than having it leak out of him uncontrollably. Otherwise he had the potential of manifesting a new special grade curse that neither one of them wanted to deal with, especially if you were to be reborn as said curse.

Megumi stopped his relentless attacks, knees buckling under his weight as a single agony filled screamed echoed off the walls…

Megumi slowly opened his eyes. His head was aching, blood soaring in his ears. What happened? He looked around himself. The room was dark, only illuminated by the moon light that peered through his partially closed blinds. He was laying in his bed, the room a mess just like he remembered. That was unlike him. Well, ever since that day he hasn’t been himself at all. Now, he more or less felt like an empty shell, existing but not alive.

He groaned, sitting up while he rubbed his temples, hoping to get the relentless throbbing to stop. Ah, that’s right. A few flashes of the previous events reminded him of what had happened. Megumi’s frustration and anger had gotten the best of him and he started throwing books, ripping them out of their shelves and even tearing some of them apart when he couldn’t find the answers he was looking for. Yuji had to call for Gojo and he in turn had knocked him unconscious.

Megumi huffed. Great. Now he was probably not permitted to go to the library again. He should really start thinking before lashing out like this. No, matter, though. If push comes to shove he’d find a way in and if it’s the last thing he did. He didn’t really care anymore anyways. What’s the worst that could happen? Expulsion? That was nothing.

He peeled the covers back, his shirt sticking to his body uncomfortably. Maybe he should take a shower before he went back again.

Reluctantly, he got up and walked towards his bathroom, mindful not to trip on anything that was scattered on his floor.

Once he was there, he turned the shower faucet on, letting the water heat up while he stripped out of his clothes. His head was still killing him and his whole body ached. He shivered, even as he got into the shower and the hot water burned his skin. He was still cold. For some reason he didn’t seem to be able to get warm anymore, as if you took all of his warmth with you, when you left him.

“Ew, stop doing that,” you laughed wholeheartedly as Megumi shook his wet hair in your face after coming out of the shower. “Seriously, are you a dog?”

“No, but I love hearing you laugh.” Megumi wrapped his arms around you, pressing your back against his naked chest as you both watched your reflection in the mirror. “I really love you, Y/N. So much,” he whispered in your ear, not taking his eyes off the mirror. He could see the faint blush on your cheeks and he placed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck to emphasize his words.

“I love you, too.” The smile on your lips and the way your eyes sparkled with joy, filled his heart with warmth and light. He could bask in it for all eternity and he would never get tired of it.

Megumi turned the water off, still shivering. It was to no use. His skin was burning red, though, and the whole room was filled with steam and yet, he had goosebumps all over his body. His teeth started clattering as he dried himself and he put on new clothes.

The clock on his bedside table told him that it was three in the morning. He felt like he forgot about something… something important. What was it again?

And then his eyes widened in shock. No, no, no.

“Hey, look!” Megumi felt your slender fingers wrap around his wrist, your warmth immediately warming his cold skin. You tugged him gently and he followed you. It didn’t take long for you to reach your desired destination and you stopped, eyes shining with awe in them as you watched over the city, lights sparkling and illuminating the darkness. Megumi couldn’t deny that the view was breathtaking, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from constantly looking at you instead. The way your face lit up, the way the lights danced on your face and how your cheeks were always tinted in their usual pinkish color, made him fall for you all over again. His heart hammered in his chest and his pulse picked up. Butterflies assaulting his stomach in the best way imaginable and he felt like he was floating above ground. Never has he felt so happy. “There! It’s starting!” You beamed at him as the first flash of light painted the night sky in a bright blue color, then it changed to red and then green. The sound of other fireworks being set off rang through the otherwise silent night. Here, on top of the mountain away from anyone, it was the most peaceful place he could imagine. But he wasn’t sure if it was only because of the view and the fact that no one was around or if it was because you were here. Whatever it was, he didn’t dream to fight it. The feeling so foreign yet so welcomed.

Suddenly your hand appeared in his line of vision and he didn’t hesitate to take it. What he didn’t expect was you starting to spin around. It took him a moment to catch up. “C’mon, Megumi, what are you doing? Don’t just stand there so stiffly! Dance with me!” You urged him on and Megumi felt his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He could only hope that you couldn’t see it.

“There’s no music, though,” he said, trying to find an excuse to not make a complete fool out of himself. You see, Megumi wasn’t a dancer. Give him a choreographed fighting formation and he could do that no problem, but moving his feet to the rhythm of a song? Nope. That was sure to end in him tripping over his own feet and in the worst case break his leg or arm.

You rolled your eyes at him, but instead of saying anything, you reached into your back pocket to get a hold of your phone. It didn’t take long and the sound of the fireworks was mixed with the soft tune of a song that he didn’t know. “Better?”

Well, not really… Megumi scratched the back of his head, unsure. Better to come clean, I guess. “You see… I can’t really dance… like at all,” Megumi stammered.

“So what? I can’t dance either,” you laughed, spinning around and jumping up and down like it was the most normal thing to do. The smile on your face never faltered and you did another spin, throwing your hands up in the air, moving them around awkwardly. Megumi couldn’t help but laugh at your awkward movements. You looked so silly, it was hilarious. “See? Now it’s only fair that you make a fool out of yourself, too. You can’t leave me hanging like this!”

What the hell, right? Megumi started moving his feet, still super stiffly and anything but graceful, but he did it. He looked at you, following your movements and it didn’t take him long to get the hang of it… well, somewhat at least. He still looked really awkward and helpless, so you reached both your hands out for him again and he grabbed them without hesitation, just like before. You started spinning both of you in circles, giggling at the way his face lit up slightly. He joined your laughter, looking at you with the most adoring smile in the world. It felt… so easy. Everything with you felt so easy.

So now it was just the both of you, spinning around in fast circles, laughing at the night sky filled with stars while in the distance the sound of fireworks slowly died down. The music playing softly in the background, but you didn’t even care that the rhythm of the song didn’t match with your movements at all. Nothing mattered in that moment. Just the two of you. Together. Forever.

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d show up.” Gojo scratched the back of his neck, smiling apologetically. “Maybe I was a bit too rough, when I knocked you out. Sorry about that.”

Megumi stared at him sitting in the front row of lined up chairs. The room was only dimly lit by the candles at the other end. The soft light they cast illuminated a picture of you in a black frame. It was the same one he had saved as his phone background. Megumi gulped, feet moving on their own as he approached Gojo, though, he felt his knees wobble unsteadily. The air became thicker and thicker with every other step he took. It felt excruciatingly hard to breathe. It was suffocating.

Megumi sat down on a chair next to Gojo, forcing himself to tear his eyes off the framed picture in front of him. If he didn’t he was afraid he might break down again. So he shifted his attention to the man in the chair next to him. He was already looking at him, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, as usual. There was a slight frown in his features, though, and his mouth was pressed into a thin line, a stark contrast to his normally giddy self. So Gojo could be serious, huh? Who would’ve thought? Bet you would’ve loved to see him like that…

“Megumi,” Gojo broke the silence first, his tone soft, but there was a certain sternness behind it that Megumi didn’t know he had until now. It left no room for interpretation. This was going to be a serious talk and Fushiguro didn’t know if he was ready for that yet. “I know that losing someone you care about is not easy and I’m not trying to pretend that I know exactly what you’re going through right now, but I’m telling you as your sensei and as a friend… you have to move on. And that means you have to stop looking for ways to bring her back.”

Megumi opened his mouth to tell him off, but Gojo just held a finger up to show him he wasn’t done yet. The crease between Megumi’s brows deepened, but he kept his mouth shut regardless. “The world works under a few distinct principles. Rules that cannot be broken, if you will. Like we know that after the sun sets, dawn will come. With darkness, there is light and no matter how harsh a winter might be, spring will always come next. And the pinnacle of those rules will always be that with life there comes death. We don’t get to choose when this’ll be or how it’ll happen, but from the moment we’re born we know without a doubt that we’ll have to leave this place at some point. Death is certain. It’s but one part of life and disrupting that cycle, breaking one of the unbreakable rules, would cause the whole system to fall apart. It would level the ground for mayhem and destruction, nothing would make sense anymore. The world would crumble. As sorcerers you know that we protect the ones who cannot protect themselves, but we also maintain balance and Megumi… while I do understand your desire to see her again, I have to warn you… even if there is a chance, I won’t let you do it at the expense of everyone else’s life.”

Silence fell between them again. Megumi had a hard time believing that these words really just came out of Gojo’s mouth. Deep down, he knew he was right. He knew it was a futile plan to bring you back. It was selfish and irresponsible, but he was so… desperate. So desperate to hear your voice again, so desperate to listen to you laugh or complain, so desperate to feel your delicate and warm touch on his cold skin. He was so desperate for these things; he couldn’t think straight. His mind felt foreign to him without you there. He didn’t know who he was, who he would be without you by his side. He didn’t know if he wanted to be in this world anymore with his source of warmth and comfort gone. They said, time healed all wounds but as of now that seemed impossible. Just a thing people told themselves to keep moving forward. A lie that was supposed to protect oneself from the cruel and harsh truth that the world didn’t stop spinning, that time passed by and that dawn always came… no matter what. The world moved forward regardless if you were here or not and it felt like a cruel joke to him. Nothing seemed the same. He didn’t recognize anything, looking at the world with different eyes. How could there be a world without you in it? Why was everyone moving forward while he was left behind? And how could they? How could they move on? Why didn’t the world stop spinning? It should. Because nothing felt right. Nothing was the same. And yet… that only held true for him.

Megumi wiped away his silent tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “But I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” he croaked out. It was the first thing that came to his mind. He replayed the morning with you over and over again and he couldn’t remember if he said goodbye to you when you left that fateful day. Did he? Did he not? In any case, he would’ve never thought how final of a farewell it would’ve been in the end. “I don’t even remember the last thing I said to her,” he sobbed.

He felt beyond guilty for not being able to recall it clearly. Did he say ‘I love you’? Did you say it back? He wanted to believe he did, but he just wasn’t sure and it drove him insane.

“She knew that you loved her very much, Megumi. I’m sure she knew until the very end.” Gojo patted his shoulder a few times, before he got up. “Take all the time you need.” He left the room, closing the door behind him, but not before he turned around one last time, looking at Megumi with worried eyes. “But remember, Megumi… You have to move on eventually, no matter how hard it is. For her sake and your own… Just know that you have people in your life that you can rely on any time, okay?”

Megumi nodded and Gojo let the door fall shut behind him. The silence that ensued was almost deafening. Finally, Megumi let his tears fall freely, sobbing like a child and sucking in air after shallow breaths.

Everything hurt with you gone. How could he ever move on? How could he ever love again? Megumi was scared he might break in half. How much pain could someone even bear? Though, deep down he knew that he didn’t have a choice… He had to try. And he would try his hardest to keep moving forward, holding on to that tiny glimpse of hope that one day he’d see you again. And when he did, he swore to himself to never stop telling you how much he loved you. Always and forever.

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Dialogue 35 & 43 + scenario 10 with Jaemin pleaseeee

Request 35 + 43: "how am i meant to cover these?" + "lol you're really gonna wine and dine me after rearranging my guts"

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: fluff, angst (IF U SQUINT)

Warnings: ITS SUGGESTIVE, im honestly bad at smut and no lovely people on here deserve bad smut. That shit gotta be sensual or its a bad time...

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope its to your liking 💖 I will be crossing off each prompt as they are requested to avoid any double ups 💖

You had only known him for a couple of moths, max being generous.You groan loudly as you feel Jaemin’s warm body detach from yours causing goosebumps to rise to your skin.

“No no no no cold cold cold” you cry, pulling the blankets that were bundled at your feet over your body.

“Calm down baby, I'm just grabbing a warm cloth and some water for you” he whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead before exiting the room. You lay there patiently waiting for your “husband” to come back, slowly drifting off to sleep after having used all of your energy to keep up with Jaemins crazy sex drive.

In your 25 years or so of living, you had never even thought about the possibility of marrying someone introduced to you a week prior to your so-called wedding. It was such a foreign thought in your mind, clearly not for your parents or your husband’s though as they had no issue announcing it abruptly. It seemed unfair for your parents to even agree to letting their only daughter marry off into another family at such an early age, just to settle some family drama on their behalf. Jaemin was only a couple of years older than you, working in the same career field as you. You felt odd marrying someone who you had just technically met, not even able to harvest feelings for him beforehand. You didn't hate him or anything, you also just didn't know him all too well, feeling bad that he was also forced into this situation while at the top of his career.

Even though legally married you both had a very casual relationship, both not really committed enough to even call it one. However, due to yours and Jaemin’s crazy sex drive, after a night of very drunk talking you both agreed to relieve sexual tension with one another as a way to keep sane as you were both very stressed people. In the few months of living together, the blonde hair stranger turned into a pink hair friend who was now your good blue hair friend with benefits even though technically married to each other. The summer of your marriage changed like the colour of his hair into a cold winter as you both grew comfortable with each other, picking up one another's traits.

You feel the bed dip a bit, blanket shuffling slightly before a warm wet cloth is pressed between your legs causing you to jolt awake. You lift your head slightly looking at Jaemin clean you up while placing kisses on the inner of your thighs.

“Dont, that will only lead to another round” you warned, closing your legs on his head. Jaemin only chuckles as he moves his body to hover over yours placing a soft and gentle kiss on your lips.

Recently, Jaemin has become more intimate with you, even to the point of suggesting to move your stuff into his room since you were both married regardless. For sure he made your heart flutter, but there was a feeling of distrust locked in a box inside your heart. You knew it was possible to harbour feelings after getting to know one another, but a part of you made you doubt that, only choosing to believe that Jaemin was harbouring feelings out of convenience due to his age and career. Still, there was another part of your heart that began to light up whenever he was around you, hypocritical to your conflicting feelings.

You wrap your arms around Jaemin pulling him closer to you as his hand makes itself up to your stomach, lightly running the cloth over it cleaning any leftover cum that remains. He lays down beside you, pulling your head onto his extended arm. You shift slightly rolling onto your side as you hook your arms around him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as he begins to clean your back.

“So I was thinking we would go to that fancy new place that opened up on the other side of town. You know the one on top of the hills that overlooks the city.” Jaemin mumbles, resting his head on the top of yours. “I heard they have a great selection of Italian reds.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden remark, causing him to be tickled by your hot breath against his skin. Unable to control your laughter, you use every force in your body to roll over sitting up as Jaemin eyes you curiously, baffled as to why you were laughing so hard at such a normal question.

“What? Why are you laughing huh?” He chuckles awkwardly, still unsure as to why you were laughing at him.

“Lol are you seriously going to wine and dine me after you rearranged my guts for the past couple of hours” you laughed, gripping your stomach as you fell back onto the bed kicking your legs playfully.

Jaemin couldn't help but to smile as he sits up pulling your body closer to his before caging you in his arms falling back down on the bed.

“What? What's so wrong with wine and dining hmm?” Jaemin laughs, resting his head onto your exposed chest. Your laughter dies down as you wrap your arms around his head, causing him to be squished between your tits.

“Jaemin you know we’re not technically dating right? Why are you being so romantic all of a sudden” You whisper running your hands through his hair. Jaemin chuckles slightly, enjoying his face squished between your breasts.

“I mean...Y/N we’re technically married, shouldn't we at least act like it?” Jaemin mumbles, placing a few kisses in the centre of your chest. You felt your chest sting at his remark, biting your lip to stop yourself from tearing up. Confused as to why you weren't replying, Jaemin removes himself from your chest to look up at your face, instantly cupping it. “What's wrong? Was it something I said?” Jaemin coos, wrapping his arms around your head as you lose control over your tears allowing them to spill all over his exposed chest.

“Jaem...do you ever think that you only like me because we live together?” you whisper, rubbing his back slightly as you forced yourself not to continue to cry.

“Y/N…That's not it at all. I genuinely like you so much and I'm sorry if I'm not expressing that well enough but...the past few months of us living together, becoming friends, and then this...it's been amazing. You make me feel so warm inside, like substantial… you feel like home.” Jaemin mumbles, hugging you tighter as he presses kisses on top of your head. “I'm sorry that i haven't officially asked you out or anything...its just that we’re kind of technically married and i thought it’d be easier just to flow into it naturally…” You were about to reply but Jaemin takes a deep breath, pushing you lightly from his chest to look you in the eye.

“Y/N I think you’re super hot, you’re so supporting and smart and intuitive and kind…” He starts rambling, counting the traits he saw in you causing your ears to become red and flustered...even though you were both in bed naked as he confessed to you. “I think you’re amazing and I would be super upset if you started dating someone else and we got divorced because I have felt so much more happier after meeting you, like you were some saving grace!” He confesses, hugging you tightly once again. You felt your entire body flush red, from head to toe causing you to nervously sweat. “If you don't want to be my girlfriend, that's okay but i just want you to know that everything i just said are my real feelings...100%” Jaemin mumbles, staring into your eyes softly. You felt your heart race, unable to even face him properly are you pushed yourself away from him to sit up.

Putting on top he discarded the headboard over your body. You felt a shiver travel up your spine as your feet hit the cold wood floor.

“So it's a no….” Jaemin chuckles sadly, running a hand through his hair. You instantly turn around, facing him shocked to your core at the words that had left his mouth.

“No, Jaem...i'm getting out of bed to get ready for our first official date.” You reply, completely panicked that his mind went instantly to rejection. Was the idea of you leaving him what held him back from confessing to you?

Jaemins face instantly brightens as he quickly gets out of bed to run over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug as he peppered kisses all over your face. “I knew you had a crush on me, Y/N you’re so fucking cute!” He sings happily, waddling you to the bathroom in his arms as you felt tears flood the brim of your eyes, tears of self inflicted anger, sadness and joy.

Flicking on the bathroom light, you shriek, causing Jaemin to snap out of his state of ecstasy to look at you worriedly. You hit him lightly, huffing as you stare at the dark red and purple patches littered all over your neck in absolute disbelief.

“How am i meant to hide these?!” You cry, pulling the collar of his shirt down to reveal even more. Jaemin only laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rests his head on top of yours.

“Don't hide them, they’re pretty” he states, staring at you through the mirror before blinking innocently before tightening his hug on you, returning to his own happy world. Jaemin was esatic, feeling as if all of his wishes were finally granted after pouring his heavy heart out onto you, in hopes of progressing your relationship with one another.

“You’re so cuteeeeee!” Jaemin yells cathartically, rocking you side to side like a child squeezing

a soft toy. You could only sigh as a response, returning his hug as he happily chatted your ear off about how happy he was in that very moment.

Jaemin stops speaking momentarily causing you both to stare at each other in the mirror, before bursting out into laughter as Jaemin pushes you to sit on the toilet running a warm bath for you both.

“You better be helping me apply concealer to this before we leave” you laugh, splashing the water up at Jaemin.

“Of course, anything for you”

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