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okay, hear me out. I've had this idea in my head for so long and have never found anything like it.

Lando Norris falls for a FAN! She lives in England or France or Monaco, they meet somewhere that’s not the racetrack and somehow he falls in love. He knows she’s a fan so it’s hard for him to admit that he fell for her.

Just another fan

Summary: When meeting a fan in an unusual encounter Lando couldn’t help but feel attracted by her presence. The only thing stopping him? Her being his fan.

Note: first of all I couldn’t be more thankful for all the support all of you have showed me on my comeback stories and I’m very grateful for that! Thank you for your request anon, I hope this lives up to your expectations! Have fun reading!

Reader x Lando Norris

Genre: fluff/angst(ish)

I was in a frantic rush. Late for my uni lecture again. The coffee cup trembling in my hand as I weaved my way through the bustling café. Engrossed in my thoughts, I didn’t watch where I was going, and then it happened – the inevitable crash. Coffee splattered everywhere, including all over the stranger in front of me.

I froze in horror, my face turning a deep shade of scarlet. "Oh god, I-I'm so sorry!" I managed to stutter.

Lando reacted with a bewildered expression, looking down at his now-stained shirt before turning back to me.

"It's alright," he said, an amused twinkle in his eye despite his coffee-stained shirt. "Accidents happen."

I fumbled for words, trying to apologize profusely, and yet, I was struck by his casual demeanor. This guy, this person I had just spilled coffee all over, was handling the situation so much better than I was, and it was only then that I glanced at his face. My heart skipped a beat. Lando Norris. I was standing in front of Lando Norris.

Lando chuckled again, the sound rich and warm, as he watched me struggle to compose myself. "You know," he said, the smirk on his face softening to a more genuine smile, "Most people would at least recognize me before pouring coffee all over me."

"I’m… I’m so sorry," I repeated, still struggling to overcome my shock. My brain was still trying to process the fact that I was standing in front of one of my favorite drivers, and I’d just managed to make a complete fool of myself in front of him.

Lando’s smile held a hint of understanding, and he waved off my repeated apologies. "Seriously, it’s fine," he reassured, glancing down at his coffee-stained shirt. "This isn’t the worst thing that’s been spilled on me, trust me."

In spite of the situation, I found myself feeling a little relieved at his casual acceptance. The initial wave of embarrassment was beginning to recede, replaced by a more manageable feeling of awkwardness. "Still, I feel terrible," I said, trying to force a sheepish smile. "Let me at least pay for the dry cleaning, or something…"

Lando shook his head, his expression growing more amused. "Dry cleaning’s not necessary," he replied, waving off my offer. "But considering you just soaked me in coffee, perhaps you can make it up to me?"

My heart skipped a beat at his words, my stomach twisting, already thinking of the worst scenarios.“How?” I asked weakly, trying to keep my composure.

Lando leaned against the wall, his eyes flicking over me for a moment, taking in my flustered state. "Simple really," he said, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "You buy me a new coffee, we’ll sit down, and you can make it up to me by keeping me company."

My breath caught in my throat for a moment, my mind racing. Lando Norris, asking to spend time with me? It was too much to process. But there was no mistaking the gleam of interest in his eyes. He was serious.

"Oh euhm okay," I managed to stammer out, my cheeks flushing under his gaze. "Coffee. I can do that."

Lando’s smile widened, a satisfied expression on his face as he gestured for me to lead the way to the counter. As I turned, heading towards the counter to order the coffee, I could feel his eyes on me, and my heart thumped in my chest.

This was really happening. I was about to buy coffee for Lando Norris. 18-year old me wouldn’t believe this.

As we waited for our coffees, the silence between us was filled with a tension that I couldn’t quite describe. Lando seemed relaxed, but I could almost feel the energy radiating from him. I couldn’t help repeatedly glancing at him, marveling at how someone could look so good, even after having coffee spilled on them.

After getting the order, Lando led the way to a small, secluded table in the corner of the cafe. I followed, trying to hide the fact that I was a bundle of nerves. Sitting down across from each other, I clutched my coffee cup like a lifeline. The silence was tangible, broken only by the soft hum of other patrons in the cafe.

Lando took a sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving me. After a moment, he leaned back, a hint of a smile on his lips. "So," he began, his voice soft but clear, "You’re a fan, aren’t you?"

My eyes widened at his question, and a wave of unexpected shock washed over me. I hadn’t expected him to pick up on my fan girl status so quickly. It was obvious, I guess, but I also didn’t want to invade his privacy.

"I… uh… well," I fumbled for words, my face heating up. "I am a fan, yes."

Lando chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "It’s okay, you don’t have to deny it." He took another sip of coffee. “I could tell the moment you realized who I was."

I fidgeted in my seat, feeling exposed under his gaze. "Was I that obvious?" I muttered, cursing myself for my lack of subtlety.

Lando leaned back in his chair, that amused smile still on his face. "Let’s just say you weren’t very discreet. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree when you realized who you were dealing with."

I couldn’t help the embarrassed laugh that escaped me. "I guess I’m not very good at hiding things, also I didn't know you would be in England this week." I admitted, trying to play it down with humor.

"No not at all.” He laughs at my comment. “And yeah I came down to visit my family for a bit." Lando added, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "And don't worry about it, it’s refreshing, actually. Most people either don’t recognize me or try to play it cool when they do. You were like a deer caught in headlights."

I let out a soft groan, burying my face in my hands. "I must have looked so ridiculous," I mumbled, my words muffled by my palms.

Lando reached out, gently pulling my hands away from my face. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. "No, it was adorable," he corrected, his voice holding a hint of sincerity beneath the humor.

I looked up at him, my face probably aflame. Was he seriously calling me adorable? "You’re just saying that," I muttered, taking a gulp of my coffee to distract myself.

Lando laughed, a sound that sent a wave of butterflies flying through my stomach. "No, I mean it," he insisted. "You didn’t try to act all cool and casual around me. You just… reacted. It was honest, and it was cute."

And soon the conversation between us started flowing.

After some time, I glanced at my watch, my eyes widening at the time. “Damn, my lectures…” I muttered, realizing I’d missed my class.

Lando, who seemed oblivious to the time as well, shot a look at my watch. “Oh, right,” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Guess we got carried away.”

I was gathering my bag and taking one last sip of coffee, my mind still swirling with questions when Lando spoke up.

"Before you leave," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I was wondering if I could get your number."

The casual request caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered. "My… my number?" I repeated, already pulling my own phone out of my bag.

Lando chuckled at my surprised expression. "Yeah, your number. You know, so we can stay in touch."

I fumbled with my phone for a moment, unlocking it and pulling up the new contact option. "Of course," I said, my mind racing. This was really happening. Lando Norris was asking for my number.

I slowly handed him my phone, watching as he tapped in his number. He handed it back to me, our fingers brushing together in a brief, electric moment.

"There," he said, a sly smile on his lips. "Now you’ve got my number, and I’ve got yours."

I looked down at my phone, seeing his contact information displayed. I couldn’t believe it. "Thanks," I said, the word feeling incredibly inadequate considering the whirlwind of emotions racing through me.

Lando pocketed his phone, his gaze never leaving me. "Don't mention it," he said, a genuine smile on his face. "It was… good talking to you. You know, despite the coffee incident."

I laughed, the nervous energy of earlier shifting into a more comfortable banter. "Yeah, sorry about that. I promise not to spill anything on you next time we meet."

Lando chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I’ll keep that in mind. Wouldn’t want to have to start a coffee-stained shirt collection because of you."

The image of Lando with a closet full of coffee-stained shirts flashed through my mind, making me laugh again. "Trust me, that’s the last thing I want," I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

There was a beat of silence, both of us seeming reluctant to end the conversation. Finally, Lando spoke up. “Well, I should let you get going,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of regret. “Can’t cause you to miss another uni lecture, can I?”

I nodded, although a part of me didn’t want the conversation to end. "Yeah, you’re right," I replied, a small sigh escaping me. “I had a really nice time talking to you.”

Lando’s smile widened, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. “I enjoyed talking to you too,” he said, a sincerity in his tone.

After bidding goodbye to each other, I pushed through the door, the cool air of the city hitting me, but I barely registered it. My mind was still reeling, replaying every moment of our conversation on a loop. As I walked away from the café, I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot.

As I walked, thinking about earlier events, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down to see a text message popping up on the screen. It was from Lando.

I smiled at my phone, still not believing that I met the Lando Norris who’s weirdly enough interested in me.

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Weeks flew by in a blur of texts, calls, and busy schedules. Work and uni left little room for much else. But despite the distance, Lando and I kept in touch daily.

One day, as I was buried under a mountain of notes and textbooks, my phone buzzed with a new message. Expecting another funny meme from Lando, I was surprised to see a different message.

With that decision made, the conversation shifted to practicalities. We discussed the details of my arrival, where I’d be staying, and what to expect during the race weekend. By the end of the conversation, the excitement had far outweighed any lingering doubts. The countdown to Silverstone began.

Meanwhile, Lando was caught off guard when his best friend, Max Fewtrell, came up from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. “Oi, what’s got you grinning like that?” Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lando quickly composed himself, putting his phone away. “Nothing,” he said, attempting to play it cool. “Just talking to someone, that’s all.”

Max wasn’t convinced. “Is it a girl?” he pressed, a smirk on his face.

Lando cursed inwardly. Max had a knack for sniffing out stuff like this.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice betraying a bit of reluctance. “But it’s nothing serious.”

Max’s eyebrow shot up again. “Not serious? Then why are you smiling like a fool over some texts?”

Lando huffed, running a hand through his hair. He knew he wasn’t fooling Max with this act of aloofness.

“Fine. There is a girl. But it’s complicated.”

Max’s smirk widened. “Complicated? That’s an interesting way to put it. Why is it complicated?” he asked, leaning against the wall, obviously enjoying Lando’s discomfort.

Lando hesitated for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Because… well… she’s a fan.”

Max’s expression turned a bit incredulous. “A fan? As in, a fan of yours?”

Lando nodded, a mixture of defensiveness and uncertainty in his eyes. “Yes. A fan. She was at a café where I was hanging out, and we just started talking. And now we talk all the time… but she’s a fan, and I don’t know if it’s a good idea to get involved with someone who already has an idea about who I am.”

Max’s smirk softened slightly into a thoughtful expression. “I get where you’re coming from. But just because she’s a fan doesn’t mean she likes you for the wrong reasons,” he said, a hint of reason in his tone. “And people change their perceptions. What if she gets to know the real you and falls even harder?”

Lando considered Max’s words, knowing he had a point. “I know… but what if she’s more interested in the idea of me, the driver, than who I really am?” he voiced his biggest fear.

Max shrugged, a knowing look in his eyes. “Then you’ll figure that out when you see her. If she’s serious about you, she’ll look past the whole ‘F1 driver’ thing. But if you keep worrying about what could go wrong, you’ll never find out what could go right.”

Lando sighed, torn between the possibilities and the risks. “You’re probably right,” he admitted, a hint of resignation in his voice. “Maybe I’m just overthinking it. I don’t know if I’m ready to take that gamble though.”

Max gave Lando a knowing look. “You’re already knee-deep in this mess, mate. You’ve been talking to her for weeks now, clearly you’re invested. If you wanted out, you’d have stopped talking to her ages ago.”

Lando sighed again, realizing the truth in Max’s words. He hadn’t even thought about ending things with her. “Damn it, I guess you’re right,” he conceded, frustration in his tone. “I’m already in too deep, aren’t I?”

Max chuckled, patting Lando on the back. "That’s right, mate. You’re in 'too deep' alright. You've been acting like a lovesick puppy every time you message her. It's pathetic, but also sickening cute.”

Max smirked, amused at his friend’s predicament. “Well, you’ve got your Silverstone race next week. Maybe that’s a chance for you to see how things really are when you actually meet in person. Then you’ll know if this is worth pursuing or not.”

Lando nodded, his face set in a contemplative expression. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll see how it goes when she comes to the race. If it feels off, I’ll end it. But I'm afraid it might be too late for that, I already fell for her I'm afraid.”

The day of the Silverstone Grand Prix finally arrived. I’d spent the morning getting ready, excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me. I checked my reflection one last time before grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

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With the sun high in the sky and the sounds of the race already starting to fill the air, I made my way to the circuit, following the signs and directions to the specific spot Lando had told me to meet him.

As I walked through the gates of the Silverstone Circuit, a sense of awe washed over me. The sights, sounds, and smells of a Grand Prix weekend surrounded me, and it was all so surreal. I had watched races on TV countless times before, but being there in person was a whole different experience.

The enormity of it all sunk in, making me feel both excited and slightly overwhelmed. It was one thing to see the action on a screen, but here I was, standing in the pit lane, surrounded by teams, cars, and the buzz of the event actually happening in front of me.

I continued to wander around, taking in everything. The mechanics working on the cars, the engineers huddled around strategy screens, and the drivers walking around with their confident strides – it was all so different from my usual life.

But what intrigued me most was the thought of seeing Lando in this environment, the stark contrast between the relaxed person I'd talked to countless times and the focused, professional driver he would become once he stepped into his car for the race.

I kept checking my phone, waiting for further instructions from Lando. He'd told me which area to meet him at, but I hadn't gotten any more specific details yet. I tried to distract myself by watching the practice sessions, but my mind kept wandering back to the thought of finally seeing Lando after weeks of just talking through a screen.

The practice sessions ended, and I still hadn't received any other instructions from Lando. I started to get a bit nervous, wondering if I was in the right spot or if something had come up with him. Just when I was about to reach for my phone again, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey, you looking for me?" Lando asked, his usual carefree grin on his face, looking slightly sweaty from the heat and the practice session.

I turned around, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. He looked every bit the professional racer standing there in his McLaren gear, but his familiar smile instantly made me feel more at ease.

"Lando! I was starting to wonder where you were," I replied, a mix of relief and excitement in my voice.

I was momentarily caught off guard when Lando suddenly opened his arms for a hug. But I quickly recovered, returning the gesture. His embrace was warm and firm, grounding me in the moment. We stepped back after a few seconds, both of us wearing grins.

"It's good to finally see you in person again," Lando said, his eyes crinkled with genuine happiness. "I can't believe you're actually here, at the race."

I chuckled, feeling a sense of disbelief myself. "Believe me, I can't believe it either. It feels surreal, being here in Silverstone, watching the race this close. And to think, I'm here because of you," I added, a hint of teasing in my tone.

Lando chuckled at that, seemingly enjoying the banter. "Well, what can I say? I have that effect on people." His playful confidence was undeniable.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in mock annoyance. "Oh, don't get too big for your boots, Norris. I didn't come all this way just to inflate your ego."

He feigned shock at my words, a hand going to his chest dramatically. "How dare you! Are you saying my ego isn't already inflated enough?" Lando joked, his eyes sparkling with humor.

I let out a laugh. "Oh, it's plenty inflated, trust me. But seeing you in your element does inflate it just a bit more, doesn't it?" I teased back, enjoying the easy banter between us.

After some more light-hearted banter, the moment came when Lando was called back to his team for the pre-race preparations. He looked a bit reluctant to leave our conversation, but the responsibilities of being a racer were clear.

"I have to go," he said reluctantly, the shift in his demeanor noticeable. "They need me for the pre-race stuff. I'll be back after the race though, yeah?"

I nodded, understanding the necessity of his duties. "Go on, go do your thing. I'll be here, watching the race and cheering you on." I offered him an encouraging smile.

Lando returned the smile, a flicker of gratitude and something else in his eyes. "Thanks. And remember, if I win, you owe me an extra long chat tonight. Deal?"

I laughed, shaking my head at his request. "If you win, you get an extra long chat huh? But how about this? If you win, dinner will be on me."

Lando's eyebrows raised, intrigued by my counteroffer. "Dinner, huh? You know how to motivate a guy to drive faster, don't you?"

I shrugged, my tone light and playful. "Consider it incentive to win. Loser pays for the winner's meal, deal?" I held out my hand, waiting for his response.

Lando's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and challenge. He took my hand, shaking it firmly. "Deal. Loser pays for dinner after the race. I better win then."

I winked, a confident smile on my face. "Just don't get too cocky now. I might surprise you, and you'll owe me a nice dinner."

Lando chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter and the friendly competition. "Just you wait and see."

The race was a whirlwind of tension and excitement, with each lap filled with nail-biting moments and heart-stopping turns. But finally, the race ended, and Lando emerged victorious.

I watched as he crossed the finish line, his car pulling into the pit, the radio buzzing with congratulations from his team. He made his way out of the car, helmet off, a satisfied but tired expression on his face as he spotted me waiting.

He jogged over to where I was standing, the adrenaline of his win still very clearly in his eyes. "Well, look who it is," Lando said, his tone filled with satisfaction and a hint of exhaustion. "Looks like I won. That means you owe me dinner, doesn't it?"

I put on a mockingly dramatic pout, playing along. "Oh, how will I ever recover from the shame of having to pay for a rich racing driver's meal?" I dramatically clutched my chest, feigning distress.

Lando laughed, the sound rich and carefree. "Come on, don't be a sore loser. You made the bet."

I sighed, pretending to give in. "Fine, fine. Loser pays. You drove a good race, I'll give you that. But don't get used to me paying for your food."

Lando's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, I won't. But I'll definitely enjoy tonight's dinner, on your dime."

As we talked, the high of his victory was still palpable, but reality set in quickly. Lando was being called to attend his media duties, giving interviews and press conferences.

"I've got to go do all the media stuff, but wait for me in my room, alright? I won't take too long," Lando said, his expression still excited but a little distracted already.

I nodded, understanding that his responsibilities as a racer came first. "No worries, I'll wait in your room. Take your time with the interviews and stuff. I'll see you later."

Lando gave me a brief smile, a mix of gratitude and impatience. "I'll be there as soon as I can. See you later."

He quickly kissed me on the cheek before being whisked away by a member of his team, leaving me behind shocked after his little action but I quickly composed myself knowing I'm in public. I started walking to find my way to his room to wait.

As I was waiting in Lando's room, I heard a knock on the door. Expecting Lando, I called out, "Come in!"

But it wasn't Lando who entered, it was his best friend Max Fewtrell. I knew Max from the times Lando had talked about him, and I was surprised to see him. He too seemed to recognize me.

Max walked in, shutting the door behind him. He gave me a friendly smile. "You must be the girl Lando's been talking about," he said, his voice warm and amiable.

I smiled back, a bit embarrassed at the fact that Lando had been talking about me to his friends. "Yeah, that's me," I replied, feeling a bit nervous in the presence of Lando's best friend.

After Max and I started talking, he casually mentioned how Lando and I had gotten quite close lately. He then added, "Funny, I never expected Lando to go for a fan like this. He was a bit hesitant at first, worried you were going to take advantage of him or something."

His words shocked me. "Wait, what do you mean? He was concerned about me being a fan?" I asked, feeling a pang of hurt and confusion.

Max nodded, the honesty in his eyes clear. "Yeah, he was. Lando didn't want to admit it, but he was scared that you were just interested in him because he's a driver, that you weren't really into him for who he truly is."

I was taken aback, feeling the sting of doubt and hurt. "I can't believe he thought that," I managed to say, my voice soft. "I've been talking to him because I genuinely like him, not because he's a racing driver."

Max sighed, his voice softening. "I think he was just cautious, you know? He gets a lot of attention from fans, and he's had some bad experiences with people pretending to be something they're not. He didn't want that with you."

I was quiet for a moment, mulling over Max's words. A part of me understood Lando's worry – I could imagine the sorts of people he'd encountered – but it still hurt to know he had doubted my intentions all this time.

Max could see the mix of emotions on my face. "Look, Lando really likes you. He does. But he was just scared, that's all. He's been burned before, and he didn't want that to happen again. He didn't want to fall for someone who was only interested in his fame, and not in him as a person."

Max's phone rang suddenly, breaking our conversation. He checked the screen. "Ah, sorry, I gotta take this," he said apologetically. "Lando should be back soon, though. Just talk to him, alright?"

I nodded, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Max."

He gave me a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Good luck," he said before exiting the room to take his call.

Now left alone again, I was left with all the thoughts and feelings stirred up by my conversation with Max. Lando was on his way back, which only added to the whirlwind of emotions I was trying to sort through.

I leaned back against the wall, my thoughts chaotic. How could Lando have doubted me? Our connection felt genuine, didn't it? Was all of it just an illusion? Did he see me like just another fan of his? The idea filled me with confusion and hurt.

The sound of the door opening caught my attention, and Lando walked in, a smile still lingering on his face, his adrenaline from winning the race still evident. But as soon as he saw me, his expression faltered, replaced by a look of concern.

"Hey," Lando said, closing the door behind him. "Is everything okay? I just ran into Max, and he said that he talked to you before I got back. You seem upset."

I looked at him, the weight of my emotions clear on my face. "Yeah, Max spoke to me before he left. He told me a few things, about you being hesitant about us because I'm a fan, about you being worried I'm not interested in you but just in your career..."

Lando's expression changed from concern to a mixture of guilt and defensiveness. "That idiot," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I can explain..."

I crossed my arms, waiting for him to continue. "Explain, then. Was Max right? Were you really worried about me being just another fan interested in your fame and not in you?"

Lando let out a heavy sigh, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "It's not that simple," he began, his voice unusually serious. "I've had my fair share of people using me for my career. You have no idea the number of people who pretend to care just because being with a driver comes with perks. It makes you wary, okay?"

I tried to understand his point of view, but it still hurt. "I understand that you've been through stuff with others, but you know I'm not like that. I've been nothing but honest and genuine with you. How could you doubt my intentions, especially after all we've discussed and shared?"

Lando looked at me, his eyes earnest. "I know, I know that now. I was just scared, alright? I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you were like the rest. It was stupid, I know, but I couldn't help how I felt."

I pursed my lips, my hurt feelings still not fully soothed. "It's not just stupid, it's hurtful. It makes me feel like you didn't trust me this whole time, like all the things we've shared and the connection we've made didn't matter."

Lando groaned, his face a picture of guilt and regret. "You're right, okay? I was an idiot. I should've trusted you from the start. I shouldn't have let my past experiences color my interactions with you. I'm sorry, really."

I sighed, his words offering some relief but not erasing all the hurt. "I want to believe you, Lando. But words are just words. How do I know you won't keep doubting me in the future? How can I trust that you truly believe I'm here for you, not your fame?"

Lando stood up, moving closer to me until he was standing right in front of me. He looked me straight in the eyes, his voice soft but firm. "I promise you, I won't doubt you again. I see now how wrong I was to question your intentions. And I realize that you are not just any fan. You're special, to me. I never should have let my own fears and insecurities cloud that."

His words were sincere, the remorse and regret clear in his eyes. But a part of me still felt hesitant. "How can I be sure, Lando? How do I know this won't happen again, that you won't second-guess me every time we have a disagreement or a bad day?"

Lando took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Because, the truth is, I... I have feelings for you. Real feelings. Feelings I can't ignore or deny anymore. And the thought of losing you because I was too scared to trust is... terrifying. And I may always joke around and not take things serious but the feelings I have for you are real how cringy it may sound."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, my eyes widening in surprise. I had suspected he felt something for me, but hearing him confirm it so openly caught me off guard.

"You... you have feelings for me? Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly, not quite believing what I was hearing.

Lando nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I've never been more sure of anything. I tried to fight it, to ignore it, but I can't. I've feelings for you, and they're stronger than my own insecurities and fears. I'm sorry it took me so long to admit it, and I'm sorry for doubting you. But please, believe me. This is real for me. You're real for me."

I looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. But all I saw was vulnerability, sincerity, and a deep, genuine affection. "I... I don't know what to say," I stuttered, still processing his confession.

Lando stepped closer, his hands gently resting on my arms, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said quietly. "Just... don't give up on me yet, okay? Let me show you that I mean what I say. Let me prove to you that I do trust you and that my feelings for you are real."

Without any more hesitation, I looked into Lando's eyes and let the truth spill out. "I have feelings for you too, Lando. I have for a while now. I never thought you'd feel the same way, so I tried to downplay my feelings, to make them seem less real than they were."

Lando's eyes widened at my confession, a mixture of surprise and relief on his face. "You do? You really do?" he asked, as if he needed to hear it more than once to believe it.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I do," I confirmed, my voice filled with conviction. "And it makes what happened even more painful, knowing that you didn't trust me, that you thought I was just another fangirl."

Lando winced, the truth hitting him hard. "I was an idiot, I know. I should've just been honest from the start. I should've trusted my heart instead of letting my fears take over."

Lando looked at me, the guilt still evident in his eyes but mixed with hope now. "So... you forgive me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I took a moment to consider, thinking it over. "I do," I said finally. "I understand why you acted the way you did, even if it hurt. You've been hurt before, and it's hard to trust again after that."

The tension in the room lessened, and Lando let out a sigh of relief. Then he stepped closer, his hand gently lifting my chin. "Thank you," he murmured.

I could feel my heart rate increasing as his face moved closer to mine. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of love and relief. Finally, he broke the remaining distance between us, his lips gently touching mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

The moment our lips met, it was like a spark ignited inside me. I felt a rush of emotions, a mix of relief, joy, and a deep affection for the man in front of me. I kissed him back, pouring all of my feelings into it, wanting him to truly understand how much I cared for him.

The kiss lasted for what felt like a sweet eternity, our lips moving against each other in a tender dance that expressed all the sentiments we both felt. When we finally pulled back, we were both breathless, our foreheads touching as we shared a look that was filled with newfound understanding and love.

After our heartfelt confession and that beautiful kiss, Lando looked at me, a small smirk on his face. "You know, we make quite a pair," he joked, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "A fan and a driver... pretty unconventional, huh?"

I laughed, swatting his hand away gently. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Just wait until the news gets out. The tabloids will have a field day."

Lando chuckled, pulling me closer to his side. "Let them talk. As long as we're happy, does it really matter what they think?"

I smiled, leaning against him, feeling the warm, solid presence of his body next to mine. "Maybe you're right," I conceded, resting my head on his shoulder. "Besides, I think I kind of like being unconventional."

Lando wrapped his arm around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head. "Good, because I'm not sure traditional would suit us anyway," he teased, nuzzling my hair affectionately.

We stood there for a moment, enjoying each other's embrace, the world outside the room seeming a little less important in this small, private moment of ours.

Just as we were basking in our shared happiness, the door suddenly burst open, startling us both. Max stood in the doorway, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, well, well, look who finally figured things out," he teased, his tone light and playful.

Lando groaned, rolling his eyes before grabbing one of the pillows on the couch and throwing it at Max. "You couldn't knock, could you?"

Max dodged the pillow with a laugh, holding his hands up in surrender as he backed out of the room. "Okay, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," he said, his voice filled with amusement.

Lando and I exchanged a look, both of us shaking our heads at Max's antics. We had a feeling he would be teasing us about this for a while.

After Max exited, closing the door behind him, Lando and I were left alone once more. We both started laughing at the absurdity of the situation, shaking our heads at the antics of Max.

As our laughter subsided, Lando looked at me, his expression soft and affectionate. "I'm still glad he walked in and forced us both to admit our feelings tho," he said, pulling me closer.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. "Me too. Max has always been a bit of a nudge, but he means well."

Lando wrapped his arms tighter around me, his chin resting on top of my head. "He's also going to be a huge pain in our asses, you know that, right?" he said, his voice amused.

I chuckled, leaning back into his embrace. "Oh, I'm fully aware," I agreed, a hint of resignation mixed with amusement in my tone. "We'll never hear the end of it from him."

Despite the inevitable banter we'd be subjected to in the coming days from Max and undoubtedly others, we both knew that it was worth it. Being able to hold each other like this, the weight of unspoken feelings lifted, made everything else seem secondary.

We stayed there, enjoying the quiet comfort of each other's company, both knowing that our unconventional love story was just beginning.

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romanoffsbish · 1 year ago

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Worth the Wait

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Natasha loves it when you tease, well, unless there’s nothing she can do about it… | WC: 1,896

Warnings: Minimal plot | Injury / Stitches / Blood

Smut: Free Use Referenced | Unprotected Sex (Natasha has a penis)| Breeding | Squirting | Cockwarming (KO)

18+ | Minors DNI

“Oh my god!” You shrieked as your bare midriff was pressed into the cold marble of your kitchen counter by small, callous hands; Natasha filled the gap between your bodies, and you could feel her pulsing through her boxers. “You make me so fucking hard detka,” she rasped breathlessly as she firmed her body into yours, her warm lips trailed over your cold shoulder.

Natasha loved moments like these the most, when your body gave into her touch as if it was your haven. She could feel you warming up, and pressing into her, it was a dream come true, if only not for the knock.

——

“Romanoff, we have a mission, wheels up in ten,” Tony called from behind the door, having learned his lesson from the time before. The image still haunts his mind.

You smirked at her through the glass of your kitchen window, ten seconds ago you were going to give it all to her, but now you were going to tease her. It was a promise that your face made as you twirled in her hold and kissed her lips with feigned innocence. Your deviance shown in the way you cupped her hard-on and stroked her firmly, but only for a few times.

“Behave,” you warned when you felt her kiss you with more urgency. “Y/N, we have enough time, please.”

You leaned back, removing your lips midway through the kiss and she nearly growled at your interference. “Y/N, I swear to god, if you make me go without.”

“What?” You provoked her, “What is it they’ll do?”

Natasha backed down when she saw the promise of a month in your eyes. It was a shifty illusion, deep down she knew that but she wasn’t willing to risk it.

“I’m sorry love, I just, I get so riled up when you look this delectable,” her hands softly groped your thinly veiled breasts and your gasped air brushed across her face. “Please don’t make me wait, I need you so badly.”

“No,” you affirmed, “You need to be in tip top shape baby, and fucking me beforehand will weaken your stamina. I need you back alive and well.” The redhead was two seconds from being all over you, but she saw the genuine worry in your heart through your eyes.

“When I’m home?” You grinned, and winked. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” she conceded against your lips as she pecked them. “I’d wait forever for just the promise of eventually, I love you.” You smiled like an idiot then gently pecked her lips in return. “I love you too baby.”

You had no intention on holding out, and you also knew Natasha wouldn’t wait anyways, even if her words were sickeningly sweet. The concept of no was (consensually) removed from your dynamic, she’d never cease to wear you down into the perfect place to warm her cock and you’d pant just like a bitch in heat, needy and open. Natasha left with a knowing smirk.

Hours spent worried and horny went by in a flash. In the midst of cleaning the already spotless loft up you’d stopped to take a shower, preparing yourself for the climax of your day. After getting dressed in her favorite crotchless set you took a quick set of photos. Each one was blurry in their own right, but she could see your glistening folds between your white laced, thick thighs.

Her eyes darkened with lust, fueled mostly by fresh hot anger as she caught Wanda’s eyes widening. The way her cheeks flushed red and her throat cleared it was obvious she was having thoughts about your body. It was a direct oversight on her end, but she’d blame you.

Had you not made her leave so desperate, she never would have opened the attachment without looking around first. Wanda had already made her way to the other end of the jet, preserving her peaceful trip and trying to restore her prior indifference to your body.

The redhead stormed off the jet and headed straight for your bedroom. Opting to take the stairs in hopes of being too ahead of the nervous super soldier who was fresh on her tail with an idea for what was happening.

You two were the compounds resident horndogs as Tony drunkenly deemed you both one night. The rest of the team had cheered and you were embarrassed. Yet it never stopped you two from fucking like bunnies. Nothing would ever get in her way from having you.

So Natasha wasn’t exactly having it as Steve shouted at her, the man was only urging her to get her shoulder fixed up, but she was in far worse pain elsewhere. The man truly didn’t deserve to be tossed into a wall as if he were the size of a toddler to the woman who stood a foot below him, but he was interfering with her needs.

His pride was wounded and her shoulder throbbed, but it was satisfactory when she was able to walk away without another word from the super soldier. You had heard the commotion bleed into eery silence aside from firm footsteps. The spy’s step a calculated warning, you knew you were truly fucked; you hoped.

The redhead slammed your door faster than your eyes could register it had even opened. Your eyes fell to her shoulder and her heart considerably warmed at the way your lip trembled with concern. She caught it with her teeth as she pressed you into the counter, again.

You gasped at the way the lace tickled your back, it was relatively feather light but it made your body shiver. Her tongue greeted yours in the same breath and you were gone, mind melting into a state of obliviousness. Which is why you gripped onto her shoulders, blood gushed around your thumb and you both cried. The redhead sucked in a sharp breath containing her rage, you were already in the dog house for her festering jealousy, she wouldn’t blame you for her injury too.

“Get the first aid kit,” she groaned, pulling away with a scowl as she felt anger at the unfair loss of your touch. You were quick to appease her, after washing your hands you were back with the white tin in hand.

You nearly stumbled forward, knees clanking as you barely caught yourself at the sight of your bruised lover. The wounded warrior’s look always turned you on the most, knowing she’d left to protect you, and returned with a need for your safe touch after was hot.

Natasha had stripped down to nothing, showcasing the new bruises you’d have to watch fade from black and blue to yellow and green in a days time. You were always grateful to her bodies advanced healing, but to know she was ever in pain hurt you all the same. She saw your concern, even appreciated it, but she wasn’t going to waste the lust in your eyes over the softness.

“I’ll g-go get some anesthetic from Cho,” you gulped and the redhead smirked, then her tongue clicked as her finger curled, urging you forward. “No, you won’t.”

“B-but,” you stuttered, needy eyes avoiding hers with the hope of being able to fix her up first, but her hand wrapped around your wrist and your body lurched forward until your pussy was nearly hovering her head. Her hand pulled the first aid kit from your own, and quickly laid out what you’d need on the bedside table.

Then she brought your hand down to her throbbing tip, letting you feel her desperation before she helped you to guide it to your entrance. “The only anesthesia I need is your warmth choking my cock detka, so take a seat and offer mommy some well earned relief.” Your hand squeezed over hers firmly, then it slipped off so that you could hold onto her good shoulder as you slid down, both of her hands gripped at your hips as the pleasure wrapped around her roughed up frame.

“Ride me,” she whispered hotly against your throat, you gulped against her lips, walls clenching at the thought, but for a minute you killed the mood with a hard refusal. “Let me clean you first, just a moment.”

Natasha huffed, but shut up quick as your teeth nipped at her bottom lip. Then as your warm rag rushed over her shoulder you offered her your tongue to pacify her, you felt her raspy cries with every brush or clench.

Once finished cleaning and weakly numbing the wound with some cream you found, you pecked her lips then began to stitch her up. After a few moments you found a synchronic way to tend to her every need. With each dip of the needle that was reconnecting her skin you’d rise up, then drop back down as you pulled the thread tight. Hips connecting with each finished stitch, and you finished in sync as well, the redhead nearly burst them back open as her load shot into you without more than a twitch in warning. Then yours gushed, flushing the combination down into her lap.

Natasha’s head was leaned back as she relished in her high, dick still pulsing as you sloppily applied the salve and bandage to her shoulder. Just as you finished she was back on you, her lips crashing into yours as your body melded into the plush mattress. “I’m going to make you regret making me wait detka, might finally fill you up enough to start our family. Gotta claim your womb before anyone else can try to steal it from me.”

“What?” Natasha saw your confusion but she didn’t reply with any context, just a reminder, “You’re mine.” Her teeth sunk into your shoulder, giving you a little taste of her paralleled wound as she marked you. It only made you wetter seeing her so desperate to claim you that she forgot about her ring sat on your finger.

Your wife smirked against your skin as she felt you suck her cock in even further. Your ass now sticky as your arousal oozed out of you, her green eyes found yours and you felt your breath disappear. “I hope you remember your safe words,” she winked and you were gone. “Oh shit…” There was no hope left for you now.

There were two words you called out during sex that indicated an encroaching limit. “Stop,” was a clear word, but it wasn’t transparent as this was what you called when you wanted her to push you a bit more. It was a feigned safe word, as she sped up her attempts each time. Tears streamed down your face as she pressed a bullet to your abused clit, you gasped as your back arched before it collapsed back into the mattress.

“Fuck,” is what you usually muttered when it was time for her to give you a break, but your conscious slipped just before she could hear you cry it out. In the end she chose to fall into your body, more than happy knowing that she made you squirt. She decidedly left her cock inside of you to lessen the chance of her seed oozing out. Her consciousness slipped, but in the back of her mind she dreamed that you’d wake up wanting more.

You were sure to be parents come next holiday season.

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marvelwitchergilmore · 5 days ago

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Lunch Date

Summary: Steve Rogers x fe!Reader -> You have a lunch date with Steve Rogers before you realise who he is to the rest of the world.

Disclaimer: This has been sat in my WIP for a while. Mostly fluff, humour? Reader works as a historian. I haven't written for any MCU characters for a while so hopefully this isn't terrible. Not Proof Read.

If someone had told you when you were six years old and running through the park playing superheroes that one day you would be having lunch with the Steve Rogers…

You probably would have believed them since you were six and was going to have lunch with your next door neighbour who was the one with the trash can lid as a shield.

But it was true.

You’d been working at the museum since you graduated from University. First as just a tour guide but it wasn’t long before a spot opened up to become one of the curators. Mostly you worked with war artifacts. You still did the tours, though.

You found it fun, walking a new group around every couple of hours, seeing their faces light up with wonder as they looked at the plane parts and the genuine diaries of some of the soldiers.

Then one day after finishing the second tour of the day, you took your lunch break.

“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?”

You looked up and found a man dressed in a blue shirt and black trousers. He was handsome, but the thing you noticed was the look in his eyes.

Kindness.

“No, go ahead.”

You were a little surprised when he sat down, rather than taking the chair to another table. But when you looked around, you noticed how busy the place had gotten.

“Sorry for disturbing you.” The stranger nodded over to the book that was laid open at the side of you.

You shook your head. “It’s no issue. Besides, I think I’ve read the same page three times.”

It was from him asking what you were reading that you started continuing the conversation to the point where you’d learned he’d actually taken one of your tours once.

“Be honest with me, is it boring?”

“Boring?” He shook his head. “No. Not at all.”

You gave a sigh of relief. “Are you sure?”

He gave you a genuine smile. “Of course, I’m sure. Why? Did someone give you a bad review?”

You shrugged. “Something like that.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

You laughed a little. “There is-”

You caught a glimpse at your watch and almost died. “Shit- sorry. Shoot, I’m gonna be late.”

He panicked along with you. “I’m sorry if I kept-”

You shook your head as you went to stand and pack your things away. “No, no. Trust me, it’s not often I enjoy a conversation so much that I lose track of time. I-I have to get to another tour but if you…” You were about to offer him your number but then you thought of something a little better. “Actually, would you like to tag along? I-I know you’ve seen it before but if you’re not doing anything…”

And for a moment, you thought you’d fucked up. But then he smiled.

“I’d love to.”

“Great.” You looked at your watch again. “I-I will meet you there. I have to hand out the fact sheets and- you already know. See you there?”

He smiled. “See you there.”

You smiled too before rushing off in the opposite direction. By the time you were catching your breath, half way through handing out instructions, facts sheets, some promotional sheets, too, he met you there.

“Hi, again.”

You smiled, handing him his pile. “Hi.”

And for the next hour you led him and the rest of the group on a tour of the museum giving every fact you already knew and each time you looked back to the tour group, he caught your eye and you found yourself unable to stop smiling.

You probably looked like some mad cheshire cat by the end of the tour; especially after you and him continued your conversation privately as the tour group were given freedom for ten minutes to look around one of the larger exhibits.

“You know what I’ve just realised?”

“What is that?”

“I don’t know your name.” You said as you looked up at him. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

He smiled and shook your hand. “Steve.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Steve.”

“Same to you, Y/n.”

By the time the tour finished and everyone dispersed either to go home or return to the exhibits they wanted to spend more time in, you and Steve took a walk back around the museum.

“So, what brings you here? If you’ve already been before, why come again?”

Steve shrugged. “I had free time and I was in the city. Plus, it’s nice to come somewhere that feels familiar.”

“Familiar?”

Steve didn’t know how to answer your question without completely telling you who he actually was, or completely lying.

“I grew up with a lot of historical stuff so sometimes walking around a museum can feel like home.”

You smiled and looked around. “I know what you mean.”

The museum, ever since you were a kid, had felt like a second home. One filled with even more wonder and amazement.

Then Steve asked you a question.

“Forgive me if this is a little forward, but would you like to have dinner with me this week?”

You stopped walking and turned towards him.

“I’ve been told I’m meant to direct message and do a lot of ‘in between’ conversations but, if I’m being honest, I don’t see the point in it.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“But if you have someone already, or if you don’t want to, you can just…tell me to leave and you never-”

You stepped forward a little and laid your hand on his arm. “Steve, Steve, Steve. Stop. I would love to have dinner with you. And thank you for asking me.”

Then that smile that you’d come to find comfort in, despite only meeting him a few hours ago, flashed onto his face.

“Thank you for saying yes.”

It took two days from swapping numbers at the museum for you to both find a time you were available and for Steve to turn up outside your apartment with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

“These are for you. I-I didn’t know if you were allergic to any so I picked the ones that shouldn’t affect you as much if you were.”

You politely took them from him and smiled. “They’re beautiful, Steve. Thank you. Let me just find a vase.”

You invited him in and he slowly walked a little further into your apartment, taking everything all in. Your walls were lined with dark wooden bookshelves where an array of different books were stationed. A desk was under one of the windows where sheets of paper were cast. Your sofa was worn in, but not in a bad way. It was well-loved and looked after. Your kitchen was similar. He could imagine you on a Sunday morning cooking yourself dinner as one of the movies from under your TV were playing inside the DVD player.

Placing the flowers in the centre of the kitchen island, you grabbed your bag and Steve followed you out of the door.

Every door you came to, Steve held it open for you. He walked on the outside of you as you both walked down the street since the restaurant wasn’t too far from your apartment block. He held out your chair for you before seating himself. It was the first date you’d been on in a long time where the guy hadn’t ordered for you. The conversation was constantly flowing, so were the smiles and the laughter. At some point between you going to the bathroom and coming back, the bill had been paid for.

If he had waited, you would have fought him to split it, but it was nice to accept something for a change. He helped you get your coat on and for the next hour, you both just walked through the city.

It was still relatively early so you just walked and talked. At some point, he’d taken your hand in his. Your gut had erupted in butterflies, and so had his. Especially when you leaned a little into him and held onto his arm.

And as you both reached a small community park, you sat on the bench together.

That was where you had your first kiss. It was equal parts shy, unnerving and steady. With his arm around your shoulders and his other hand holding onto yours, you found something in your kiss with Steve.

It was unlike any other you’d experienced. It wasn’t lustful or yearning. But it was…strong. Your head, heart, gut and lungs were doing summersaults inside your body, but at the same time, you felt safe.

Almost as if, despite it being your first kiss, it also felt like your millionth with him.

And you both couldn’t help but want more.

However, that was cut short by the ringing phone in your pocket.

“Shit, sorry.”

Steve just laughed a little. “It’s okay.”

Pulling it from your pocket, the Museum ID badge flashed across the top. “It’s work.”

“Answer it.”

You did so and pulled the phone to your ear.

“O-okay, just, stay calm. I’ll be right there.”

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked.

“There’s something about a shipment. I think I need to go.”

Steve just nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

“Thank you.”

Taking his hand, you both hurried back towards your apartment where Steve helped you onto the back of his motorbike.

“Are you sure this is safe?”

Steve gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m sure. Just hold on tightly.”

And you did.

By the time he pulled up outside of the museum, the lights were still on inside but all the shutters were down except for one. You unclipped the helmet and hopped off before hearing your heels click up the stone stairs towards the door.

Steve was quick on your tail following you through the museum and towards the employees only area. Finally, you both made it to the storage lock-up.

“I’m here, what’s going on?”

“We’ve been sent these but there’s apparently been a mix up with the deliveries. All the fact cards and processing files are missing and the exhibits are meant to be ready for Monday.”

You took a breath and looked at all the new crates surrounding you. “Okay. Okay, it’s okay.”

Immediately, you got to work.

“I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t apologise. Do you want some help? I don’t know what I can do but I might be able to do something.”

You nodded. “That would be amazing.”

Setting Steve to work helping move some of the crates out of the way so they could be opened. Most of the items were from the thirties and forties, but mostly early war days.

Which, you soon came to find out, was a personal favourite of Steve’s when he, somehow, knew what each item was and where it was from. Between the heavy lifting, directing and processing, you heard him mention something about cereal numbers and a manufacturer he had met.

But despite all of that, the biggest shock was still yet to come to you.

There was a piece of a plane that was delivered. You had made some estimations for when it was made and who for when Steve had given you an exact date and a few different locations.

That was when something clicked.

You didn’t know why it had only just clicked, or why it had taken you so long to realise, but it had.

And something must have clicked for Steve, too.

You gasped. “Oh, my god!”

One of the other curators looked at you. “What?”

You looked at some of the artifacts before looking at Steve and back again. Between the shock on your face that you tried to swallow back, Steve grinned.

“N-nothing.” You plastered a smile on your face. “Nothing. I just thought I’d seen…” You looked at Steve and your words trailed away, but you snapped yourself back into reality. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter. Sorry.”

The curator just shrugged and went back to trying to contact the shipping company of the items.

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe it…no, no you’re not. Are you? No, you can’t be. But the…” You put your head in your hands, finally accepting it. “Oh, my god, you are.”

Steve just chuckled and walked over to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Didn’t tell me?” You lowered your hands and looked at him. “I’m sorry it didn’t click sooner. I’m a historian for crying out loud, I should have known. I’m so sorry.”

You hid your head in your hands again as you heard Steve chuckle. Gently holding onto your wrists, he lowered your hands from your face.

“Does this change anything?”

“Steve,” you lowered your voice. “You’re freaking Captain America.”

“But does it change anything?”

“Not particularly, no. But you’re…you’re a superhero. You-you’re an Agent and a superhero. You rescue people for a living and put your life on the line. Oh, my god, I can’t believe I asked you what you did for a living. Is this even legal? Are you allowed to go on dates with total strangers who don’t do some kind of highly secure, world-saving, job and, like, Shield level background checks?”

“Why? Is there something I should know about?”

You leaned back, realising how it sounded. “What? No. No, nothing. Not unless I’ve done something I didn’t realise I did. No, nothing.”

Steve smiled. “Relax, I was kidding. God knows I lied enough times to try and get into the army.”

“Wow, is Captain America a rule breaker?”

He just chuckled. “I’ll tell you some other time.”

“Does this mean I have to salute you?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Good, because I don’t know how to salute. I’d probably do it wrong anyway.”

Steve laughed once more before pulling you into his chest. “I can’t believe I didn’t realise.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It was nice for someone to treat me as me without them treating me like Captain America.”

As you leaned back from him, you admitted something to him. “I feel like my history degree is going to be taken off me for not knowing.”

Steve laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your spine before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Come on, let's get this packed away.”

A few hours later, items that could be given an info card were before being locked away safely with the rest.

Steve drove you home and walked you to your front door.

“I’m sorry our date got cut short.”

Steve just shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, it was kinda fun having it come full circle with us back at the museum. It was also fun seeing you figure out how I knew what everything was.”

You groaned a little. “I can’t believe it never clicked with me, but I am kinda glad it didn’t. It was nice to get to know you.”

“Do you still want to?”

You nodded slowly. “So long as it’s Steve and not Captain America.”

Steve smiled and nodded. “It will be, I can promise you that.”

You smiled. “Good, I’m glad.”

Kissing you goodnight, Steve waved up at you from the street below before riding back home, already planning your next date.

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keepingitformyself · 2 months ago

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especially for tender ones like us

A/N: hehehehehehehehehehehehe synopsis: humor, anxiety, and the salvation of love.

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: fluff.

warnings: no?

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natasha tries not to stumble over her words when she suggests staying in, instead of going out. she does not mean to, but she does.

how could she not? could you really blame her for wanting a quiet night? something that isn’t so public. she wanted to see you, of course, but she wanted to see you in a space you could be comfortable in, without any of the outside world and free from any distractions.

you listen intently through the other line, you fight the giggle at catching her little stutter. she can’t see, but you smile widely at the whole thing.

“yeah, we can stay in. i can cook us dinner,” you nod. natasha’s shoulders drop in a quiet sense of relief at your words. her lips curl into a smile. “i’d like that. i can’t wait.”

although this would only be the fourth time you had met up together, to natasha, it felt like the first every single time.

you continue talking for a little while more. natasha shares details about her day, work, and what she ate during lunch. she tells you how on her way to grab her usual coffee order, an americano, she decided she’d switch her order to a matcha latte after having had you recommend it to her. she tells you,

“it was good, but not nearly enough caffeine for me to keep up with,” she said, her tone light but teasing. and while it hadn’t become her new favorite drink, just knowing she’d tried it for you was more than enough. her words sent your thoughts spiraling, a warmth blooming in your chest. you were certain that if she were standing next to you, you wouldn’t hesitate to kiss her right then and there.

but you can’t do that so instead, you just fall back on your bed like a high schooler talking to her crush.

when you finally do meet up the following evening, natasha is buzzing with nerves she doesn't understand. she has taken down whole regimes and has fought aliens from space, yet she seems to draw the line when it comes to facing you.

she knocks on your door, her other arm clutching a brown bag containing wine and flowers. a reasonable offering if you’re having dinner with someone you want to impress.

when you answer the door, you're wearing a cream-colored knit sweater.

“i thought i heard pacing out there.” you joke.

natasha’s cheeks flush as she tries—and ultimately fails—to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “i wasn’t pacing,” she says, though the slight crack in her voice gives her away.

you step aside and invite her in, and neither of you acknowledges the quiet intimacy of the moment. it feels like more than just dinner, more than just a simple evening in your apartment.

you’re about to cook for her, and somehow, that feels monumental.

natasha’s nerves are a mess, though she can’t quite figure out why—or maybe she can. maybe it’s the way your presence makes her feel unsteady, as though the ground beneath her shifts whenever you’re near.

but natasha doesn’t want to be nervous.

she saw once—a penguin mistaking a sleeping walrus for a rock. the penguin had been caught completely off guard when the walrus stirred, nearly crushing it before it scurried away just in time.

natasha had found it funny at the time, the way surprises can sneak up on you. but now, thinking about it, it doesn’t feel so funny. it feels… unnerving.

surprises are bad for the heart, she thinks. she’s been taught her whole life to avoid them, to anticipate every possibility before it unfolds.

but knowing too much, being too prepared—that can hurt, too.

her thoughts are interrupted by your laughter, light and unburdened, as you guide her toward the kitchen. your smile is so easy, so genuine, and she can’t help but feel how good it is to exist in this space with you.

she offers to help you cook, but you shoo her away instead. you make her watch.

she sits there, with her hands on her lap, and just stares. and she can’t help the look of longing on her face. the kind of thing that suggests she wouldn’t mind this being a constant.

you made pasta for the evening. nothing too spectacular, but natasha had treated it like you were a top chef and had spent hours crafting everything with your bare hands.

and then once you’ve plated food for you both and you’ve gotten down to a few bites, you notice the small sigh natasha lets out. the flutter of her eyes as she takes in the meal.

you smile at her reaction as you move some of the food with your fork.

“do you like it?”

she looks at you, mid-chew, her mouth stuffed with the food, but she manages a smile.

“yeah, uh, yes it’s good. it’s so good,” she says, hand over her mouth.

you continue eating, talking about everything and anything. the night was filled with small moments that would bleed into much deeper ones. you laughed, she smiled, you smiled, she laughed. the kind of things one feels they become when around those who make you tender.

and you don’t know how or when but you try not to notice how little by little natasha seems to retract a little.

you decide maybe she needs a small moment for herself and start cleaning up the table. she offers to help, but you wave her off, insisting she relaxes.

she tries to, but realistically, natasha doesn’t know how to relax. so she sits back and stares at you like she isn’t sure what to do with herself. she isn’t used to this at all. spaces like this–warm, cozy, comfortable.

the impending guilt comes. it’s all so layered. she feels so much at once. the nervousness, the anxiety, the fear of loss, the fear of not being present enough.

natasha doesn’t know how to be here without sacrificing so much.

after a while, natasha speaks up.

“i should probably get going.” her voice too casual to sound like she meant it. she tries not to notice the look of disappointment on your face when you turn around to face her.

“you don’t have to.” you find yourself saying, not wanting her to leave.

she hums, something that says she’s already made up her mind. she gets up and gathers her things.

you follow her to the door, or at least try to—but you pause at the end of the hall when you see her linger near the door, uncomfortably. unsure if she should leave.

you call her out on it. “you can stay longer if you want.”

natasha wrestles with herself because she really wants to. she looks at the door as if it’d answer for her.

you’re letting her know.

natasha feels awkward, clammy hands. she doesn't know what she’s doing. and it’s hard to think of anything else when your eyes are screaming, don't actually leave, at her.

you look at her carefully, trying to see if you can find any clear indication of what she may be feeling, but it isn’t hard to figure out the redhead in front of you.

you’ve noted quite quickly how easy it comes for her walls to lower when you’re around. and if there’s anything you’ve learned from that, it’s that natasha romanoff isn’t the trained killer everyone thinks she is.

sure we all have certain versions we show to certain people. but the natasha you know is anything but rough-edged. the natasha you’ve come to know is actually quite the opposite of what everyone else perceives.

she’s tender, in her own silent way. too afraid to ever let too much slip away that she’s so painfully aware of everything around her.

natasha is tenderness wrapped in quiet strength, a paradox of someone who feels deeply but guards herself fiercely. she sees the world clearly—the beauty and the harm—and carries that weight like a constant ache.

like she knows the world hurts more for those most aware of hurt.

her tenderness isn’t soft; it’s sharp, vigilant, always bracing for the pain that comes with letting others in. you can see it in the flicker of her gaze, the way she hesitates as if expecting the world to hurt her.

and yet, she doesn’t harden. she holds onto that fragile, open part of herself, even when it would be easier not to. it’s beautiful and a little heartbreaking.

natasha looks up at you, then back down at her hands. just above a whisper, she says,

“i don't know what i’m doing.”

“that’s the most fun part.” you joke. she smiles, she doesn’t know how to say she wants more time.

how could she say she feels greedy at this moment? she wants to protect being here with you. we have such little time, she thinks.

bashfully, she steps closer to you, “i don't want to go.” she says.

“then don’t.” and natasha almost complies. instead, she takes a step closer, her hand lifting towards your cheek. she’s so close now.

she kisses you, soft, and shy, but you make her feel sure when your arm circles her neck, deepening the kiss altogether. when she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours, she lets out a shaky breath.

“maybe i’ll forget my scarf,” she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“please do,” you replied. please leave your scarf, please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of leaving. please always come back. “that way you’ll have to come back later for it.”

and just like that, her quiet uncertainty washes away.

she takes her scarf off and drops it near the door. you follow her actions, you smile, amusement in your eyes.

later that night, when natasha gets home, she texts you.

i forgot my scarf.

you reply, you’ll have to come get it then.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #marvel #natasha romanoff imagine

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worldlxvlys · 9 months ago

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speed

chris sturniolo x singer! reader

warnings: smuttt, fingering, oral (male receiving), no actual p in v

a/n: this is for @annamcdonalds67 ‘s writing challenge !! hope you enjoy <33

la da da da

da da da

the crowd went crazy after hearing only the first few chords of the unreleased song that i’d been teasing for weeks.

considering the fact that they’d never heard the full song, i found it funny how many people genuinely loved the song.

if i told you how much i think about her

you’d think i was in love

i looked out to the sea of people in front of me, growing slightly nervous at the thought of every single one of their attention being on me.

i had definitely performed before, but never in front of a crowd of people this large.

and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures

you would think we’re best friends

my nerves eased a little when i actually looked at the crowd. my eyes bounced from person to person, seeing bright smiles, tears of happiness, and people singing along.

deciding to pretend as though i wasn’t singing in front of an insane amount of people, i let myself enjoy the song.

as the words flew past my mouth and into the microphone, i thought about how excited chris was when i first played the song for him.

right before i got to the chorus, i looked over to the VIP section, immediately catching his gaze.

CHRIS’S POV

when i caught her gaze, there seemed to be a glint of something in her eyes, but i couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

although her face held a sweet smile, i could tell she was about to do something that would have me struggling to contain myself.

i’m starin’ at her like i wanna get hurt

and i remember every detail you have ever told me

so be careful, baby

she began to jump around on stage, her energy and happiness becoming contagious as everyone around her seemed to bask in it.

any nerves that she may have had at the beginning of the song easily washed away as she sang.

i’m so obsessed with your ex

yeah, i’m so obsessed with your ex

her hair bounced on her shoulders as she moved her head to the beat. she looked majestic, the stage lights giving her body a soft glow.

she’s got those lips, she’s got those hips

the life of every fucking party

it was almost as those she was singing about herself, her hands running up and down her body, my eyes following them.

the confidence she had was evident in her stage presence, making her seem all the more attractive.

she laid on the ground on her side, running her hands down her body while she danced seductively on the floor.

there was something so enticing about it, she made such a simple action look so alluring.

she made her way through the song, the adrenaline seeming to course through her as she bounced around on the stage.

she showed the love and passion that she had for music through a wide smile, her eyes shut as she soaked every moment in.

the further she got into her set, the hornier i got. i tried to stop myself, but my mind was consumed with the things i could do to her in her dressing room. i just needed ten minutes.

her tight skirt inched up her legs slightly with every jump, causing the curve of her ass cheek to peak out.

her low-cut top gave the perfect view her cleavage, the pendant of her gold necklace hanging just above where her tits met.

at this point, i was so hard that i was genuinely in pain. luckily for me, all eyes were on y/n, i didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing my raging hard-on.

“hi everyone!” i heard her speak into the mic, making my head whip up to her direction.

“i hope you guys are enjoying the show so far!” she was met with a roar of applause in response, causing her to let out a light chuckle.

“we’re going to take a brief, ten minute intermission, so go to the bar and grab a drink or snack, and we’ll be back soon!” she spoke, giving a light wave before walking off of the stage.

looks like i got my ten minutes.

“going to the bathroom!” i yelled out to nick and matt, bringing a hand down to cover my crotch as i sped walked to the backstage area.

i flashed the security guard my backstage pass before rushing to y/n’s dressing room.

i knocked on the door loudly, waiting to hear her answer before opening the door.

“oh, chris!” she spoke as i closed and locked the door behind me.

she rushed over to me, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“i’m so fucking proud of you, baby. you’re so good out there” i spoke into her neck, pressing slow kisses to her neck.

she tilted her head to the side, letting out a small sigh as her fingers slid up to my hair to pull on the brown strands.

“such a good girl for me” i sighed into her neck, “you deserve all of the love” i spoke against her skin.

i moved my head to her chest, leaving kisses to the exposed skin.

her hand quickly found my crotch, beginning to palm me through my pants. “want some help with that?” she asked me.

“i- yes, please” i spoke, my breathing picking up as she sunk onto her knees in front of me.

she pulled my pants and boxers down with one tug, wrapping her hands around my thighs as she licked up the small bit of pre-cum that leaked out of my tip.

she swirled her tongue around it before taking me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks.

“fuck” i moaned, my hand finding its way to the back of her head.

i attempted to control myself, refraining from moving my hips.

she momentarily pulled her mouth off of me to say, “c’mon baby, fuck my mouth” before moving to take me fully into her mouth again.

i did as she said, beginning to buck my hips into her mouth, holding her head steady.

she glanced up at me through her lashes, eyes filling with unshed tears as i pushed myself in and out of her warm mouth.

i stared down at her tits, watching as they bounced harshly from the force of my hips against her body.

when she caught my gaze, she pulled the straps to her top down to expose her boobs to me.

“oh my god, yes. feels so good” i groaned out when her nose hit my pubic bone, her head shaking side to side.

there was a sudden knock on the door behind me, catching me by surprise as she continued to suck me off.

“5 minutes until you’re on!” a voice said, leaving as quickly as it came.

i watched as her hand disappeared under her skirt, causing her to begin to moan around me.

i could hear the wet sounds of her fingers inside of her pussy, my head flying back at the thoughts running through my head.

i twitched inside of her mouth, causing her to pull away from me. her mouth remained connected to me by a long string of spit while she began to twist her hand around my length.

“ come on chris, you gonna cum for me? all over my tits?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

i was only able to nod my head as my eyes rolled back, thick ropes of my cum flying onto her chest.

she stood up onto her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she grinned at me.

without another word, i turned us around so that her back was facing the door.

i hooked a hand under one of her knees, lifting it up with one hand, the other finding its way under her dress.

“let me return the favor” i spoke as i moved her panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her entrance.

“fuck, chris” she squeaked as her mouth hung open, her head falling back into the door.

her tight walls squeezed around my fingers, clamping down onto them.

there was a pounding on the door behind her, making her let out a yelp in surprise.

i covered her mouth with my hand, while she moaned into it, gripping my forearm harshly.

“2 minutes !” the voice yelled through the door.

she pushed her hips down to meet my movements, desperately chasing her orgasm.

i circled my thumb around her clit, enjoying the way she shuddered under my touch.

her head fell forward onto my shoulder, while her fingers threaded through my hair. she tugged on it harshly, eliciting a deep groan from me.

“you close baby?” i asked as she began to clench around my fingers again.

“yes, please let me cum. i’m so close, chris” she moaned out as her face scrunched up in pleasure.

“let go, princess. make a mess on my fingers”

she looked so pretty like this, her messy makeup running down her blissed-out face.

her legs began to shake, hips jerking up involuntarily and her back arching off of the door.

she let out one last cry of my name before letting go, coating my fingers in her pleasure.

“here, let’s get you cleaned up” i spoke, wiping away the smudged makeup on her cheeks.

i helped her fix herself up, before doing the same for myself.

once we deemed ourselves presentable, i opened the door. i was met with a member of the stage crew, who seemed to be preparing to knock on the door.

he gave us a knowing look before speaking, “you two couldn’t have waited until after the show?”

the two of us glanced at each other, giving the man blank stares.

“you” he pointed to y/n, “need to go get your makeup touched up” he spoke, waving over her makeup artist.

“and you” he pointed to me, “need to go back to your seat. stay away from her until after the show, got it?” he asked as he placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me towards the direction i originally came from.

when i tuned back to look at y/n she was already getting whisked away by her makeup artist.

i made my way back to my seat, meeting my brothers’ gaze. “so, you enjoy your bathroom break?” nick asked, brows raised.

“yeah, it was fine” i spoke, keeping my eyes forward to avoid his gaze.

“really? cause you just came from the opposite direction of the bathroom” matt pointed out.

before i could say anything in response, the crowd broke into a round of loud applause.

i watched y/n walk on stage, lightly smirking at the way her legs lightly shook with each step.

“so subtlety just isn’t your thing, huh?” nick asked.

“never was going for subtlety, just speed”

collide (matt version)

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cafelattaes · 1 year ago

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beat you at your own game | hrj

summary: y/n has a crush on renjun, who's not that great with people. despite his standoffish nature, she makes an effort to be friendly. but things take a twist when she starts to ignore him.

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, angst

word count: 3.5k

huang renjun, how exactly would you describe him? well, for starters, he can be a bit cranky. he's all about having his own space, not a fan of dragging things out, and gets things done in a flash. he’s also straightforward and not afraid to speak his mind. people have mixed feelings about him because of it. but oddly enough, it only adds to his charm, making people naturally drawn to him, much to his 'i'd-rather-not' demeanor.

needless to say, you just had to develop a crush on someone who’s the total opposite of you. you’re a people-pleaser; you’d much rather say things that would please others than express your genuine thoughts. confrontations make you uncomfortable, and you lean towards making excuses for those who hurt you on purpose. you also always try to avoid conflicts as much as you can and resort to suffering in silence instead. you're trying to change these aspects of yourself, but since you grew up having these traits, breaking free can be a bit hard. still, you're working on it.

you never intended to let renjun know about your feelings, but your friends were determined to embarrass you whenever he was around, constantly teasing you. it didn't help that despite not being close to renjun and his group, some of them were friends with your close friends, so they eventually joined in poking fun at your crush. one day, you decided to dismiss their incessant teasing and initiated a friendly conversation with renjun. at first, he responded out of courtesy. you weren't stupid though; you could tell that renjun was clearly fed up with his friends and wanted nothing to do with their antics.

he began to dislike being associated with you, offering only short responses and not acknowledging your presence more than necessary. you didn’t pay it much mind, since getting close to him wasn't your original goal. your aim was to ease the awkwardness and shed the embarrassment that accompanied your interactions. you happened to share some classes with renjun, coincidentally, those were the ones where both your friends weren't around. sitting next to him became a default habit, as he was the only familiar face in those particular classes.

one morning, you found yourself running late for your 8am class, prompting you to dash before your professor arrived. you accidentally collided with renjun, who happened to be holding an iced coffee. to your horror, more than half of the drink ended up spilling onto his shirt.

“oh my god, renjun, i’m so sorry!” you looked at him in fear, and it took everything in him to remain calm.

“why are you running around a busy hallway?”

“i’m really, really sorry. i’m late for my first class and i didn’t think i’d bump into anyone.” renjun let out an annoyed sigh.

“whatever.”

“wait!” you started rummaging through your bag to bring out some alcohol and wipes. “do you need them?”

“no, thank you.” he tried to walk past you, but you caught his arm.

“what about the stain?”

“i have a spare shirt. can you let me go now? i thought you said you were late.”

“shoot, you’re right. i’m sorry again, i promise i’ll make it up to you!” you shouted as you ran.

“please don’t,” he grumbled.

later on, you found renjun at the library working on your assignments. you sat quietly next to him and began doing your own. he didn’t spare you a look and just carried on with his work. you spent a few hours completing them, and both of you got it done at the same time. as you got up to gather your things, you spoke to the boy beside you.

“renjun, do you have anything to do after this?”

“no.”

“there’s this new diner that just opened up nearby. do you want to check it out? my friends have prior commitments, and i wanted to make it up to you for spilling your coffee earlier.” you already knew he was going to refuse, but it wouldn’t hurt to still ask.

“sorry, i’ll have to pass. i need to get home quickly.” you nodded in understanding and smiled at him.

“no biggie. take care on your way home!”

“thanks,” he simply said before leaving.

“so, what's the deal with you and y/n?" jaemin asked in a teasing tone. "any progress? are you going out already?” renjun scowled.

“shut up. i want her to back off, honestly.”

“you want everyone to back off.” jaemin pointed out.

“yeah, but most especially y/n.”

jaemin's eyebrows knitted together. “uh, why do you sound so annoyed with her?”

“because she's annoying. i turned her down multiple times, but she can’t take a hint. nothing’s worse than someone who forces themselves on others.”

“relax, man. aren't you being a bit harsh? you’ll see that she’s nice if you give her a chance.”

“what exactly is nice about her being fixated on me? this is mostly your fault, you know. if you guys weren’t such busybodies, she wouldn’t be so pushy.”

you quietly slipped away, making sure they hadn't noticed you. a single tear rolled down your cheek before you could stop it. it wasn't every day you heard someone openly express their dislike for you, and coming from the person you were supposed to like, it stung even more. you never meant to force yourself into renjun's space or push for a connection that clearly wasn't there. maybe it was time to face reality and let go of your feelings for him. it would be better for both of you in the long run to avoid any more awkward moments and misunderstandings.

renjun had grown accustomed to spotting you in your regular seat during your shared class. however, he was met with surprise when he noticed you had moved to a vacant seat considerably distant from your usual spot next to him. he was a bit confused at first, but chose not to dwell on it. he also noted that you didn't notice his entrance into the room, as you were engrossed in some task.

you continued to maintain a distance in your next classes with renjun. he was uncertain if you were oblivious to his presence or deliberately avoiding acknowledgement, given the lack of glances his way. he found it a bit strange that you refrained from initiating any form of interaction, but he didn’t mind. he thought he felt better. at least, for now.

however, renjun was not expecting your odd behavior to persist. it brought another surprise when you ignored him again the following day. even when your eyes accidentally locked for a second, you quickly averted your gaze. renjun wasn’t sure if you really didn’t see him or were just pretending not to. you weren’t wearing your glasses, and your eyesight wasn't the best. but even if you did ignore him on purpose, he didn’t mind… or did he?

it’s been a while since you stopped talking to renjun. at first, he thought he felt a sense of relief, thinking it gave him some space. but after a week, he was confused about why you suddenly stopped. the following week, he could feel his stomach churning seeing you leave class, secretly hoping you’d look back. then, the week after that, he felt a wave of anger because there were more than a few times he bumped into you purposely to get you to talk to him, but you did not utter any word other than a quiet apology. now, nearly a month later, he started to feel dejected because no matter what he did, you always acted like he wasn't even there. renjun wasn’t sure what he did wrong to make you so determined in avoiding him completely.

“renjun’s going through 5 stages of grief,” jaemin said with a smirk.

“what are you talking about?” haechan looked at him in confusion.

“y/n’s been ignoring him for a month.”

“WHAT? WHY?” jaemin shrugged.

“no idea. we’re not close enough for me to ask.”

“what about jeno?”

“he doesn’t want to pry.”

“maybe she got tired of renjun’s grumpy attitude,” chenle piped up.

“could be,” jaemin turned to the boy in question. “look at him, he’s miserable.”

“shut up,” renjun muttered in discontent.

“stop provoking him. it’s his first heartbreak,” chenle taunted, making renjun roll his eyes at their ridiculousness.

“you know you could just talk to her right? ask what’s going on?”

“if she wanted to talk, she would’ve reached out to me by now,” renjun said flatly. his friends could only shake their heads in disapproval.

“don’t be stupid.”

“and i’m begging all of you to mind your own business.”

“if you keep this up, you’ll end up in a situation you can’t fix.”

haechan nodded vigorously. “yeah, don't say we didn't warn you!”

you kept quiet about what you had overheard from renjun in the last month, choosing not to share the details with your friends. you figured they would eventually notice renjun's absence from your life, and when they finally asked you about it, you dismissed their probing questions. you casually informed them that your crush on him had simply faded after getting to know him better. you were quite good at making believable lies, they were convinced by it and dropped the topic quickly.

unexpectedly, renjun sought you out in an empty classroom to confront you about your sudden disconnection. you looked like a deer caught in headlights when you realized who had just entered, walking in long and quick strides to your direction. in your mind, you were already conjuring up excuses to explain yourself.

“why are you ignoring me?” his question broke the silence, leaving you with no room to escape.

so much for attempting to evade this confrontation.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure how to respond. you tried to conceal your distress as renjun stared down at you while waiting for you to talk. it seemed like he was determined to stand his ground, expecting you to tell him the truth. with a frustrated sigh, you finally spoke up.

“i’m just staying out of your way,” you said after a moment of silence.

“yeah, so why?” his voice was demanding, it ticked you off a little.

you questioned why you were initially afraid of renjun confronting you and why you bothered coming up with excuses. after all, it wasn't his place to interrogate you when you were simply doing what he seemed to want from the start.

“i don’t know why you’re asking. isn’t that what you want? you should be happy.” you began to gather your things so you can leave, but you heard him speak again.

“i never told you to avoid me. if you have a problem with me, just say it.”

“you're right, you never told me directly. you just told other people.”

“what are you talking about?” you turned to face him.

“renjun, i don’t get you. you push me away, you're openly annoyed by me, and you tell everyone you want me gone. now that i’m doing exactly that, you’re still upset with me? what’s your problem?”

renjun ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. “stop speaking in riddles and just tell me what's going on."

“fine. last month, i was passing by the library and i overheard you talking to your friends. you were complaining about how i couldn't take a hint and how you wanted me to leave you alone.” renjun looked a bit puzzled at first. when you were about to walk away, his eyes widened in realization.

“no, y/n, i’m so sorry. i didn't really mean what i-“ you shook your head lightly.

“don’t be. you were completely right, and i’m not even angry about it. i just don’t want to do anything with you anymore.”

“please, listen," renjun said, his voice urgent. "i blurted out those things in the heat of the moment. i regret it, especially now that i know you heard what i said… it's just- it’s not how i really feel about you."

“it’s okay, renjun. i didn’t tell you all of this to get an apology. i’m only telling you why i’m doing what i’m doing, like you asked, and to make it clear that i’m done.” as you turned to leave, renjun stepped in front of you, blocking your path.

“hear me out, alright? i was being overly sensitive back then. my friends were pushing my buttons, and i didn't know how to handle it so i lashed out. i treated you unfairly and you didn’t deserve any of that. a month without you made me realize a few things. i had to confront what i really want and face some truths i'd been avoiding."

he paused, studying your face before continuing. “i miss spending time with you, y/n. and... well, i realized i've got feelings for you, more than i thought. it never crossed my mind that you'd actually distance yourself and it hit me hard. the idea of losing you if you choose to walk away made me lose my mind.”

your heart raced as he spoke, and his confession stirred up a mix of emotions. your confusion lingered, but you decided to reason through it, pushing aside the sincerity in his eyes as you gave him a skeptical look.

“are you… getting your feelings confused with something else? did you consider that maybe your mind is playing tricks on you and making you think you like me because you're used to others chasing after you?”

renjun winced, trying to ignore the implied criticism. it was a struggle for him to open up about his feelings, only for the girl he liked to question it and suggest that he couldn't understand his own emotions.

“i wouldn't be here asking why you've been avoiding me and opening up like this if i hadn't thought it through." he said quietly. "it might be hard to believe right now, but if you give me a chance, i can prove it to you."

“i don’t think this is a good idea,” you said, watching his face fall. he felt lost, trying to find the right words to convince you. taking a deep breath, he gently placed his hands on your shoulders, meeting your eyes.

“please, just give me a chance to make things right. i feel like i've wasted so much time.” the desperation in his voice was clear. still skeptical, you removed his hands as they fell down to your arms.

“i’ll think about it,” you said, turning to walk away, leaving a lingering sense of uncertainty in the air.

renjun’s friends had been observing him for a few days, and he’s become unusually quiet. they contemplated asking him what’s wrong, but they wanted to give him some space. it was glaringly obvious that something was bothering him, and he didn’t want to talk about it. jeno couldn't help but express his concern.

"renjun, you've been awfully quiet lately. everything alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine. just dealing with some stuff." jeno and jaemin exchanged knowing glances.

"we're here whenever you're ready to talk." jaemin assured, patting his back.

he had been feeling down since your conversation days ago. your words had been weighing on his mind and creating an internal turmoil. the fact that you continued to ignored him in all your classes didn't offer much comfort. renjun couldn't help but cast a longing look in your direction whenever he saw you. he wondered if there was a way to make things right, or if he had to live with the consequences of his past actions.

meanwhile, his confession has been replaying in your mind. the idea of him reciprocating your feelings caught you off guard; it was something you never saw coming. after some contemplation, it became apparent to you that renjun really felt apologetic and was filled with remorse. could it be that he genuinely likes you? even if that was the case, you're still unsure whether it's the right move to start something with him.

maybe i should stop overthinking this.

you took a deep breath before releasing a loud sigh, unaware that the boy who had been occupying your thoughts, stood right in front of you.

“y/n,” you looked up to see renjun. you waited for him to speak, but it seemed like he was having a mental struggle, debating whether to say what was on his mind. he mustered up the courage to ask if you were willing to give him a chance. staring at him with an unreadable expression, he didn't know how to interpret the situation. was it a bad time to talk?

“why?” you finally asked. although renjun was hesitant, he answered.

“i was wondering if you already thought about what i said? i mean… i can wait if you need more time.”

“if i say no, are you going to leave me alone?” your heart sank a little when his face fell.

he took a moment before responding. his voice barely above a whisper. “if that’s what you want... i guess i would have to."

“renjun,” you said, causing him to look up.

“yeah?”

“let’s give it a try.” his expression became hopeful.

“really?”

“yes," you nodded. "you said you liked me back, i'm choosing to believe that for now. just... don't let me down."

“i won’t," he promised, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

before you could react, renjun pulled you into a warm embrace. you found yourself returning the hug, allowing yourself to relax in his arms.

"thank you for giving me a chance," he murmured, his words muffled against your hair but filled with sincerity.

“i’m happy for them, really," giselle said, eyeing you and renjun across the room. "but watching those two make heart eyes at each other is sickening."

chenle snorted. "this is nothing. you should see renjun at the dorm."

the group's attention snapped to him. "oh?" karina prompted.

“let's just say personal space is not in his vocabulary anymore."

“huh… i would've expected y/n to be the clingy one."

“yeah, no. but i guess it makes sense, considering how he acted before."

giselle and karina exchanged amused glances, intrigued by the dynamic between you and renjun.

"amazing what a change of heart can do," jaemin mused.

karina nodded, a hint of approval in her voice. "guess he learned his lesson."

the group watched you and renjun for a moment longer, a mix of amusement and fondness in their expressions. it was clear that renjun had undergone a significant change in the way he acts toward you, transforming his initial aloofness to this new, affectionate version of himself.

“i have the dorm to myself this weekend.” renjun said, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

you raised an eyebrow. “and what exactly are you suggesting?”

“you know…” he trailed off, his look suggestive.

“i’m studying for finals," you replied flatly.

“exactly. i find myself more productive when i’m with you.”

“right. because we get so much done when we study together."

“don't you want my hugs and kisses?” he pouted.

“not when i’m trying to pass my classes.”

“i'll behave, i promise.”

“you always say that. i don’t believe you anymore.” renjun's pout deepened. cute.

“maybe i wouldn't be so clingy if you paid more attention to me. you’re always busy, you don’t have time for your boyfriend.”

“renjun, unlike you, i have to put in extra effort to get good grades. i’m not as smart as you are.”

“excuses.” he mumbled.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling. “you’re so adorable,” you cooed, giving him a quick peck. “i never imagined you to be the clingy type.”

“baby, there's a lot of things you don’t know about me.” he said, his voice lowering.

“oh? like what?”

he leaned in close. “like how great i am with my hands."

your eyebrows shot up. "is that so?"

“yeah. apparently, i give one heck of a shoulder massage,” he finished with a grin.

you burst out laughing at his endearing silliness. the sound of your laughter made renjun pause. he watched you, a soft smile spreading across his face. suddenly, he felt an overwhelming surge of happiness. taking your hand gently in his, he pressed a kiss to your fingertips, capturing your attention and prompting you to look at him.

"you make me feel the happiest," he said softly. "i love you."

your heart skipped a beat, the euphoria of hearing those three words from him for the first time washing over you. it hit you then - this unexpected journey with renjun had led you somewhere you never imagined. he, too, held the key to your happiness.

“i love you too," you whispered back.

you closed the distance between you two and your lips met his. as he wrapped an arm around your waist, you let yourself fall to his embrace, deepening the kiss.

renjun was met with the realization that while you fell for him first, he descended later, but with an intensity that surpassed a thousand falls.

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rayesgenesis · 3 months ago

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hush! — b.f

summary: you and ben are together, which your friends predicted would happen except, tonight was not the night you would prove them right. who? ben florian x fem!reader a/n: someone stop me from putting ben in secret relationships all the damn timeee

y/n?? it’s jane!!

“what-” ben muttered under his breath, barely breaking away from your mouth as he glanced towards the door.

there you were, lying on your bed in the midst of a passionate make-out session when unexpected knocks echoed through the room, causing both of you to freeze. you broke away from each other, startled by the interruption.

“just shut up and hide under the bed, now!” you whisper-yelled to order him.

ben looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

“under the bed? seriously-” he was ready to protest but the authority in your eyes made him realize that this wasn’t debate.

he quickly nodded and made sure he was out of sight and under the bed while you scrambled to hide any sign of his presence here, like the sweater he took off during your heated encounter a moment ago.

as jane kept on knocking, you quickly composed yourself and turned towards the door. you plastered on a wide smile, hoping that she wouldn’t notice your semi-disheveled look.

her smile widened as you opened the door, a sheepish expression on her face. she was clearly unaware of the situation she had interrupted, you thought.

“hey, can i come in for a second?”

she let herself in while your focus remained on appearing normal. “uh, sure, what did you want to talk about?”

“you know, girl stuff.” you stiffened as she was about to take a seat on your bed.

immediately, you lunged for the bed and took her by the arm to go sit on the window seat with you. slight confusion colored her face then, and you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any questions. thankfully, she let it go.

“it’s about carlos.” she whispered, as if she was sharing a secret. whatever it was, she seemed really eager to tell you about it.

“okay..” your eyes glanced back to your bed’s foot, still worried about your boyfriend down there.

“so.. you know how things have been going well between us? like really well?” her voice got progressively higher as she got closer to what she wanted to say.

you tried to focus but the wait made it impossible to. a few minutes ago, ben was kissing your face off for god’s sake. the come down was quite hard and thankfully, jane hadn’t noticed anything yet. however, you didn’t have time to fix yourself properly.

using your finger, you tried to wipe your mouth off and jane stopped.

“are you okay? because we can talk about this another time if you want.”

she didn’t know how great that would be. but she looked so happy coming in here, you might as well hear her out now.

you hummed, “i’m fine! you were telling me about you and carlos.” you said with a soft playful tone.

“yes, so today he asked me something,” she paused, building up the suspense, “he asked me, to be his girlfriend.” she blushed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“oh, my god, jane!!” you extended your arms and hugged her, congratulating her, when you were caught off guard by a loud bang coming from underneath your bed.

jane pulled away from the hug to look around before looking back at you, puzzled by the cause of the disturbance.

“what was that?”

you took a long minute to come up with something believable before you decided to rush her into a hug again, keeping her head away with your hand.

“nothing, nothing! this is just awesome news jane, i’m so excited for you!”

despite being disoriented by the unexplained noise, jane was quickly distracted by your enthusiasm. she was grinning again, totally oblivious to the fact that you were trying to keep her gaze away from the bed.

“thank you, i mean i never thought i’d find someone like carlos. he’s so sweet, and we just click, you know?”

you genuinely smiled. “yeah, i know. you guys are really cute together.”

you thought about what you also shared with ben and- ben. he was still hiding under your bed for god’s sake. you cleared your throat, snapping out of your daze.

“jane, i am so sorry, i have a big day tomorrow and i’m exhausted, why don’t we talk about it more then, mmh? over lunch, sounds good?” you suggested while hurrying her to the door.

“yeah! uhm, totally, sounds good!”

“okay, bye, goodnight jane!” you pushed her out of the dorm, shutting the door behind.

resting your back against it, you exhaled. the silence that started to settle in was broken by ben’s voice, under the bed.

“thought she’d never leave.”

you snorted as he came out of his hiding place, his hair slightly tousled from being underneath furniture, “shut up, she was excited.”

“i could tell, she didn’t even notice me down there.” he chuckled, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“almost” you pointed out, “what was all of this noise about?” you joked while his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“oh, that was just me trying to find a comfortable position under there.” you lightly slapped his chest as he feigned innocence. he laughed and you couldn’t hold in your own chuckle.

“thank god she was too busy talking about carlos to notice anything, otherwise she wouldn’t have let us hear the end of it.”

ben’s smile only widened, visibly picturing the scenario in his mind.

“i think it’s time for me to leave, too.”

“what?” your smile fell, your hands gripping his forearms. “why?”

ben’s eyes met yours as you looked back up at him. he recognized the disappointment in your tone and felt bad.

“i don’t think we want your roommates to find us like jane almost did.”

you remembered how you kept your relationship a secret, so your friends wouldn’t know they were right after they spent the past year pointing out how obvious it was that you liked eachother. you were 2 months in already, and it got harder each day.

“mmh, you’re right.” you muttered, your sad eyes leaving his.

his hand tucked a hair strand behind your ear, causing you to look up again, “maybe we should just tell our friends. they’d be happy, you know.”

“i know, i just really hate being wrong.” you wrapped your arms around his back and he reciprocated the action, his head resting on top of yours.

you pulled away and stood up on your tiptoes to meet his lips.

“for the road.” you whispered close to his lips.

ben smiled against your lips as you went for another kiss, savoring every second of it. his fingers trailed up your back before he reluctantly pulled away completely, clearly not wanting to leave your side yet.

“okay we should go before they catch us red-handed” you warned him playfully.

ben’s eyebrows rose, “we? you’re coming with me?”

“you really thought i was about to sleep in my dorm alone tonight? after the day we’ve had?” you scoffed, “just open the door already.” he laughed and took your hand in his while leaving your dorm.

as you ran around the school’s hallways, trying not to get caught, you thought about how you would gladly let your friends win this one argument. for once, you were really thankful that they were right.

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calcifiedunderland · 11 months ago

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Spare Change

Azul x GN Reader (they/them)

—In which you win Azul’s friendship with the loose change in your pocket.

Notes: I tried to keep the coin description vague so it could be from any currency!! I had this idea for a little while now. Enjoy shrimpies~

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You were going to buy Azul’s friendship at the cost of a gumball.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. By all accounts, it would’ve been impossible to do that, even with a large sum of money. You didn’t think that you’d ever be back in his office making a deal with the merman who almost turned you out of your dusty dorm. But this time, it hopefully would go in your favor.

Earlier that week, you’d been cleaning out your knickknacks, and came across some loose change you’d had in your pockets when you arrived to NRC. Honestly, you forgot about it - it wasn’t like you could really use it here.

Still, you recalled some offhanded comment Jade made - something about Azul’s coin collection, and his fascination with human trinkets. Once, when you’d visited Azul’s dorm room while he was recovering from his overblot, the framed coin showcase on his wall had caught your eye. The coins shimmered, and despite some wear and tear, you could tell they were now kept in meticulous, pristine condition.

This went through your mind as you stride into Octavinelle, feeling the coins in your pocket thump against your skin.

You sucked in a deep breath and knocked on his office door, and, not waiting for a response, you opened it. If you waited, you’d lose your courage. Azul looked up irritably, adjusting his glasses. “Please wait a moment, I’ll be wi-” he stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open when he saw you. “Well- Hello, Prefect,” he clasped his hands over his desk, discreetly shoving a contract into a drawer, “what brings you here today?” He coughed slightly, clearing his throat.

Wordlessly you sat down in front of him, change jangling in your pockets. You looked at him intently, searching his eyes and thumbing a coin in your pocket. This could go really well or really not well. Still, you’d made unlikely friends with Riddle and annoying acquaintances with Leona. Besides, you thought as you rubbed the coin, what you wanted wasn’t anything material. Rather, it was genuine and immeasurable - less to you, but more to him.

Azul was pensive, looking at you carefully. You unsettled him. After what happened before winter break, when he overblotted, he’d had a hard time making heads or fins about you. You were a walking paradox - a magicless human who somehow had so much power over strong housewardens. By all accounts, you shouldn’t have been able to one-up his contract to gain Ramshackle. And yet you somehow did, with Leona and your friends.

In all honesty, you had every reason to be upset with him. So why were you in his office now? His eyes zeroed in on yours. What was your angle? What did you have to gain? He hated this feeling of being indebted to you after his overblot. Like he had to make it up to you, somehow. Would you hold it against him?

You fidgeted slightly under his gaze, feeling a little unnerved. Wordlessly, you fished into your pocket and pulled out one of the larger coins from your currency. You put it on the desk between the two of you, the tether between you and him. And if all went well, a symbol.

He looked down at it, curiousity getting the better of him. He picked it up carefully in his gloved fingers, holding it up and turning it around. He rubbed his fingers over the dips and engravings, analyzing the text on it. He held it up to the light, admiring it. Strange, he thought to himself. A childish fascination grew in him, and he carefully flipped the coin around in his fingers, admiring the way it glinted and reflected the light. You smiled, watching the awe in Azul’s eyes grow.

At last, he spoke, not taking his eyes off it, “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’d have to look into it’s origins if you’d want me to appraise it.” He couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be here, giving this to him. Was this your way of getting him to repay you? Have him auction off this coin? His mind halted, why did you show this coin to him? To lure him in and then take it away?

You shook your head, “you won’t find any information on it.” He rose an eyebrow at you, and you continued, “this is a coin from my world. Where I’m from.” He glanced back at the coin with new interest, enraptured. A one-of-a-kind, limited commodity? A coin that only you would have? His heart skipped a beat.

He’d be lying if his businessmer side wasn’t salivating, but a part of him didn’t want to sell it. Deep down, he knew he wanted to keep it for his collection - after all, it wasn’t often that he came across rare coins.

Still, Azul knew better than others that you couldn’t get something without payment. “…what would you like for it?” He asked so quietly, you would’ve thought you’d imagined it if he wasn’t looking at you. He braced for the worst, thinking you’d demand something wild as revenge for his overblot.

You took a deep breath, “Nothing.”

Weeks ago, you would’ve disbelieved the idea of befriending the same person who almost ousted you from Ramshackle. Especially offering him your friendship in the form of spare coins you’d found in your pocket.

Being in his office, trying to offer your friendship to him in the form of a coin of a lost world, was the last thing you thought you’d be doing. But here you were, the subject of scrutiny, sitting in the lavish armchair in front of his desk, trying to show him that you weren’t as ill-intentioned as he thought others may be. That you genuinely did want to connect with him.

Which was hard to do when he was looking at you intently, hands clasped under his nose, presumably staring at you uncomfortably. The look on his face was unreadable. Nothing? They want… nothing? Azul was no fool. All his clients wanted something, no one would ever do something nice for nothing in exchange. You had to have some ulterior motive. Right?

“What… do you want?” He asked again, straightening. A few weeks ago, you might’ve been a little ruffled at his straightforwardness. Now, you only knew he was trying to compose himself, as he lifted his head and offered a debonair smirk, adjusting his glasses. “I understand that the headmaster has still not given you proper accommodations for you. I’m sure, as a non-magical student, I could offer you assistance in exchange for this rare commodi-“

“I really don’t want anything material,” you cut him off, crossing your arms. You would’ve thought you’d have insulted him, from the way his face contorted. “That- that’s preposterous, Perfect. Surely you’d want something in exchange for this coin!” Otherwise why would you be here? was silently said between the two of you.

“I wanted you to have it. It’s a gift. I’m giving it to you.” That’s what friends do!, you thought exasperatedly.

Azul’s eyes bored into yours, and you noted that his pupils were slightly square rather than round. He said, “nothing is free, now Prefect. Surely there’s something you want?” You sighed through your nose. “I just…” you swallowed, looking at him, “I thought you’d like it.” Your tone was genuine, and you squared your shoulders. Azul’s tone softened, “do you not want to keep it? It’s from your world, after all.” You angled your head in wonder.

A few weeks ago, Azul probably would’ve taken the coin without regard for you, or done something underhanded. You were curious (and maybe a bit hopeful) why he was considerate to you now.

“It wasn’t the only coin I had,” you responded, fishing for an identical coin in your pocket and pulling it out, “I had another. It’s the same thing, see?” Azul glanced at it, indeed it’s the same. He asked, “regardless, wouldn’t you want both?” You shrugged, “I can’t exactly spend it here, and I have no need for two of the same. Besides,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d understand, “I… thought you’d appreciate it.”

A lump rose in Azul’s throat as he turned the coin over in his fingers, noting every small scratch and engraving. “I…” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “Thank you, Prefect. I want to give you something in return,” he looked up. You were about to insist you wanted nothing (even if you did start out wanting something), when you saw the look in his eyes. You supposed old habits died hard - he would keep insisting on compensation for you until you accepted. So, you supposed it couldn’t hurt to be honest.

You smiled at him, holding out your extra coin to him. “How about your friendship?” His eyes widened, and you saw his adams apple bob. “I mean it,” you said softly, “really. Please?”

His eyes searched yours for any foulplay or malice. Feelings surged in him - memories of other merchildren making fun of his tentacles or his ink, times when they’d fooled him into being ‘friends,’ hiding in a crevice from bullies. Still, he found no reason to doubt you, as you smiled at him. How could you forgive him?

A poor, unfortunate soul is he, to refuse redemption.

He held his coin in his fingers, “It’s a deal,” he declared, and tapped it against yours.

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baekhyunsbestie · 3 months ago

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baekhyun x jealous gf!reader ―୨୧⋆ ˚ for anonie <3 ty for the idea babie! 18+/MDNI | wc: 1.9k+

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ YOU STOOD ACROSS THE ROOM, your gaze fixed on baekhyun as he laughed with an old friend, that familiar pang of jealousy bubbling up in your chest. the two of you were hosting an end-of-summer party at your place, and while you should be enjoying yourself, your attention kept drifting back to them. she was stunning—gorgeous, even—her bright smile practically glowing as her hand lingered on his arm a little longer than it should have. and though you knew baekhyun would never betray your trust, the sting of insecurity still crept in, gnawing at the edges of your confidence.

the way he leaned in close when she spoke, the shared laughter over some distant memory, it sent a cold wave of doubt spiraling through your thoughts. each stolen glance between them felt like a pinprick to your heart, small but sharp, and before you knew it, your emotions betrayed you—lips pouting, chest tightening.

you could feel it burning through you, jealousy igniting like a wildfire. you had to leave the room before it consumed you completely, before anyone noticed your change in mood.

as you turned to escape, baekhyun finally caught sight of you. his laughter faltered, his smile slipping as he registered the change in your expression. his eyes softened with concern, and after a quick apology to his friend, he followed you, his steps quiet but deliberate, trailing after you to your shared bedroom.

“hey, baby, what’s going on?” baekhyun’s voice is soft, laced with concern, as his warm hands cradle your face. his thumbs glide over your cheeks in slow, soothing strokes, and despite the heat creeping up your neck, that stubborn knot of jealousy refuses to untangle, no matter how ridiculous it feels.

“nothing,” you mutter, but the pout tugging at your lips betrays you.

“nothing?” he echoes with a teasing lift of his brow, his mouth curving into a knowing smirk. “you sure about that? you look like you’re about to explode.”

you huff and pull your face from his hands, turning away. “you were flirting with her.”

baekhyun blinks, staring at you like you’ve just grown a second head, then breaks into a quiet laugh, the sound warm and disarming. he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “flirting? with her? baby, you’re the only one i could ever think about like that.”

it's true. you know it is. baekhyun couldn’t care less about anyone else but you. if you were to crack open his head and take a peek inside, it would be a total shrine dedicated to you. it’s all about you—your laughter, your sparkling eyes, your hands as they flit around when you talk, your quirky hobbies. just you, you, you. and while he thought your jealousy was insanely adorable, he would never want you to feel insecure, not for a second.

you bite down on your lip, trying—and failing—to suppress the flutter his words stir in your chest. “she’s really pretty,” you murmur, jealousy still clinging to your voice.

baekhyun lets out a soft sigh, shaking his head before gently lifting your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. his eyes burn with intensity, radiating nothing but pure, unwavering devotion. "and?" his voice is calm but firm, laced with sincerity. "i wasn’t flirting. do you really think i’d notice anyone else when you’re the only thing on my mind? you, baby—every second of the day. no one even comes close."

guilt swirls inside you as his words sink in, making your heart ache at how genuine he’s being. still, there’s that small, nagging part of you clinging to the jealousy, even as his lips brush tenderly against yours in a soft, reassuring kiss.

“i know,” you whisper, voice tinged with vulnerability, though your pout lingers. “but it just… it felt like you were…” you trailed off, unable to finish your thought, the weight of your insecurities hanging heavy in the air between you.

baekhyun grins, pulling back just enough to look at you. “you’re so cute when you’re jealous, you know that? but you’ve got nothing to worry about. no one—” he kisses your jaw, trailing his lips down your neck, “—no one—” he presses a kiss to your collarbone, “—could ever make me feel the way you do.”

your breath hitches as his hands slide down your waist, pulling you flush against him. “baek—”

his lips move to your ear, his voice dropping into that low, husky tone that makes your knees weak. “i think i need to remind you who you belong to.”

before you can even process his words, baekhyun’s lips crash into yours, all soft and slow at first, but quickly turning needy. his hands grip your waist tightly, guiding you back toward the bedroom, and you can already feel the heat pooling between your legs.

"you're mine," he murmurs against your lips as he kicks the door shut behind him. his hands tug at the hem of your shirt, and you let him pull it over your head, exposing your bare skin to his hungry eyes. "all mine, every single part of you."

you moan softly as he pushes you down onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours. his hands move quickly, almost frantically, as he unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your legs, tossing them to the side. his mouth trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and down your chest, worshiping every inch of you as he goes.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, his voice laced with desire. “how could you ever think i’d want anyone else when i have you?”

you whimper as he presses his body against yours, his hard length pressing insistently into your thigh. the warmth of his skin against yours sends shivers down your spine, and you arch your back, silently begging for more.

“baek, please…” you pant, your fingers threading through his hair as he kisses down your stomach, making you tremble with anticipation.

"please what?" he teases, looking up at you with a smirk. "tell me what you want, princess. i wanna hear you say it."

your face heats up, but you can't deny how badly you need him. "i-i need you... please, baek, i need you inside me."

baekhyun chuckles low, his voice dipping into something more dangerous as his eyes grow darker with desire. "oh, baby, i'm gonna take care of you. gonna fuck you so good, you won't even remember what you were jealous of."

his words send a jolt of arousal through you, and you spread your legs wider as he positions himself between them, his hands gripping your thighs. he teases your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing it against your slick folds, making you gasp in frustration.

“you’re so wet already,” he whispers, his voice dripping with praise. “all for me. ya want me that bad, huh?”

you nod, eyes wide with desperation. “please, baekhyun—”

“say it,” he demands, his voice low and commanding. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. “all yours, baekhyun. please—”

with a groan, he finally pushes inside you, filling you completely. the stretch has you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders as he slowly pulls back, only to thrust in again, harder this time.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his breath hitching as he struggles to stay composed. his lips crash into yours in a desperate, heated kiss. "you're so fucking perfect for me," he murmurs against your mouth, voice thick with raw desire.

your jealousy fades with every thrust, replaced by pure, dizzying pleasure. baekhyun’s cock hits every sensitive spot inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge with each movement. his pace is relentless, his hips snapping against yours with such force that your brain starts to go fuzzy.

“you thought i was flirting?” he breathes into your ear, his voice dripping with amusement. “you really think i’d give this up? this tight, perfect pussy that’s made for me?”

your head lolls back, overwhelmed by the sensations. “n-no, i—ohmygod—fuck, baekhyun—fffuuck—slow down!” you gasp, voice trembling, but the words barely register.

“uh-uh. can’t—don’t want to,” he groans, voice breaking between ragged breaths. “fuck—nnngghh—feels too good,” he pants, his words barely audible as his hips snap against you with relentless force, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body. the slick heat between you pulls him in deeper with every stroke, and you can feel the raw desperation in the way he moves—like he’s trying to mold himself to you. his grip tightens on your waist, fingers digging into your skin, holding you in place as he fucks you with a need that makes your head spin.

each plunge hits your core, his cock pounding into your deepest spots with a lewd rhythm that has your mind going blank, your body reduced to a trembling mess under him. your eyes flutter shut, rolling back, no other choice but to take it.

"ya feel that, baby?" he rasps, voice strained between labored breaths. "feel how fucking hard i am? ya know s'all for you, right? no one else—no one could ever make me feel like this," he babbles, burying his face against your chest, his breath hot against your skin. he’s as lost as you are, reduced to nothing more than a mess of lust and need, driven by the primal urge to stay buried inside you. you can feel him throbbing, his cock twitching inside you, so hard, so desperate, and it’s driving you to the edge.

tears prick your eyes from the overstimulation, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you cry out, “baek, p-please! m’gonna—ohmygod—cum if you keep—fuck!” your words dissolve into desperate moans as your cunt tightens around his cock, clamping down hard, your arousal leaking over him, coating his veiny shaft and dripping onto his swollen balls. he’s too busy suckling at your breasts to speak, his lips warm and wet against your skin, but the way his eyes roll back at the sound of your broken voice tells you everything.

“y-yeah? gonna cum for me, princess?” his voice is desperate, strained, as he pushes you closer to the edge. “cum on my cock, please—i love feeling my pretty baby cream all over me.” he sounds almost delirious, his words slurred with lust.

that’s all it takes. your body shudders as you scream his name, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. baekhyun groans, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release, spilling inside you with a loud, desperate moan.

“fuck, m’cumming—take it, baby, take all of it. it’s all yours,” he cries, voice wrecked, his hips jerking as his cock throbs inside you, filling you with his release. his fingers dig crescent shapes into your waist as his balls empty deep in your cunt, and you can feel every pulse, every thick spurt of his cum filling you up until you’re sure it’s leaking out around his cock.

“god… your pussy feels like heaven,” he groans, his hips coming to a halt as he stays buried deep inside you. the air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, both of you panting, completely undone. the room falls silent, save for the rhythmic sounds of your breaths mingling in the aftermath.

“still jealous?” he asks, voice rough and tinged with amusement as he collapses onto you, his chest pressing flush against yours. his fingertips glide over your flushed skin, tracing slow, lazy circles, each touch light and filled with quiet affection.

you blush, shaking your head as you fight to catch your breath. “no… not anymore.”

“good,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, possessive kiss. “because i’m yours. always.”

maybe getting jealous more often wouldn’t be so bad.

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yoomiwrites · 2 months ago

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Every year

Summary: Every year, he ends up in your bed. Every year, he's gone when you wake up.

Note: A Benn Beckmann x Reader Oneshot! The Rush stories will be updated at friday.

The harbor always buzzed with excitement when the Red-Haired Pirates' ship came into view. To the rest of the village, it was a spectacle—Shanks and his merry band of misfits swaggering ashore with barrels of booze, bags of treasure, and endless stories. To you, it meant something more: the quiet return of Benn Beckman.

Every year, he would step off the ship like a shadow following the brightness of Shanks’ larger-than-life presence. And every year, your chest would tighten when his eyes, sharp and stormy as ever, found yours. It always started the same way.

Drinks at the local tavern. Banter, laughter, and stolen glances across the room as the crew partied with abandon. By the end of the night, he’d corner you with that gruff smirk, murmuring, “You ready?”

You were always ready.

That night was no different��at least, not at first. Benn’s kisses were heady, tinged with the taste of rum and smoke, his hands mapping familiar trails across your skin. The heat between you was as unrelenting as ever, the pull magnetic. But every year ended the same too: you’d wake up alone, the sheets cold beside you, his scent the only evidence he’d been there at all.

Except this time.

The soft touch of fingers brushing against your cheek pulled you from sleep. Your eyes fluttered open, confusion mingling with warmth as Benn’s face came into focus. He was propped on one elbow, his free hand stroking your face with an unfamiliar tenderness.

“Morning,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep but warm, softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Benn?” you rasped, still caught between dreams and reality. “What are you…?”

“Still here,” he said simply, like it wasn’t the most unusual thing in the world. Like he hadn’t spent every other year slipping away with the dawn.

You sat up slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Why?”

He chuckled, low and rich. “You don’t make it easy to leave, you know that?”

Your heart stumbled in your chest. “I—I thought you didn’t want…”

Benn’s fingers trailed from your cheek to your hand, capturing it in his. “What gave you that idea?”

“You’re always gone before I wake up,” you said quietly, staring at where his fingers interlaced with yours. “I figured… maybe it was just… convenience.”

His brow furrowed, and he tugged you closer, his grip firm but not forceful. “Damn it, is that what you’ve been thinking all this time?”

“I mean, what else was I supposed to think?” you said, heat creeping into your voice. “You never said anything. You just—”

“Left,” he finished for you, regret heavy in his tone. “I know. I’m sorry.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sincerity. “Why didn’t you just say something?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” he admitted, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “And maybe I was scared you’d say no.”

“To what?”

“Coming with me.”

Your breath caught. “What?”

“Shanks would’ve allowed it,” Benn said, his eyes steady on yours. “Hell, the whole crew would welcome you with open arms. I just… I wasn’t sure if you’d want that. If you’d want me.”

You stared at him, your heart racing. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.” He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve been running from this for years. From you. But I can’t keep doing it, not when I know what it’s like to hold you, to be with you, even for just one night a year. It’s not enough anymore.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mix of relief, joy, and disbelief flooding through you. “You really want me to come with you?”

“More than anything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But only if you want it too.”

You didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

“Guess I’d better tell Shanks,” he said, a trace of amusement in his voice.

“Oh, I’m sure he already knows,” you replied with a laugh, imagining the red-haired captain’s smug grin.

“Probably,” Benn admitted, his lips brushing against your temple. “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me, and that’s all I care about.”

For the first time in years, you woke up in Benn Beckman’s arms—and this time, you knew you’d never have to wake up alone again.

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k-s-morgan · 16 days ago

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New ATLWETD Snippet

The ATLWETD snippet from the upcoming chapter! The snippet for Those Gentle Slopes should follow later today.

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“You have a second wand,” Harry said flatly. He tried not to let emotions colour his voice, but his attempt failed — every syllable rang with bitterness.

There was a flicker in Riddle’s eyes, like he was considering lying his way out of this, so Harry glared harder. Sharp, unpleasant coldness settled inside his chest, chilling him from the inside out.

“Save it,” he snapped when Riddle finally opened his mouth to say something. “I know exactly why you need it. You don’t like us having brother wands, so you made sure to go and get something that will give you a chance to attack me full-force. Am I wrong?”

More silence followed his question. Riddle must have rethought his approach because his face changed again. The placating look slipped off it like the artificial mask it was, with more genuine irritation taking its place.

“I suppose there is no way to burn this unbearable curiosity out of you,” he uttered darkly. “You insist on poking your nose into things that do not concern you.”

Such a dismissive answer instantly sent a new surge of anger down Harry’s veins. He took a step towards Riddle, his fist clenching around his wand furiously.

“Things that don’t concern me?” he repeated. “You got this second wand to fight me. I’d say this concerns me pretty damn much!”

More annoyance. Riddle clearly didn’t intend to take him seriously — he just regretted getting caught.

His chest compressed, even as his anger fizzled out. Feeling numb now, Harry began to turn away, but Riddle’s fingers suddenly wrapped around his wrist, jerking him to a stop.

“Your conclusions are premature,” he said calmly. Harry paused, his heart thumping hard on his ribcage.

Riddle might have sounded calm, but his grip on Harry’s wrist was bruising. Whether he was lying right now or not, it was important for him to make Harry stay and to explain himself. This… this probably meant something.

“I do not know the specifics of the relationship between you and the other version of me,” Riddle continued, and this time, there was definitely a bite of frost to his tone. “But I don’t see you as an immediate or inevitable threat. The second wand will be useful because I intend to duel you, not fight you.”

Duel?

The heavy chain around his heart began to loosen. Harry blinked. The wariness was still there, still lurking, but the fierce longing to believe Riddle instantly overpowered it.

Could it be that he’d read it all wrong? When he saw that second wand, he thought for sure Riddle was back to planning something. It made sense, considering his paranoia and his recent humiliation, and yet… wanting to duel Harry made sense as well, didn’t it? Riddle saw him fight and win most of his duels. Maybe this time, he was finally impressed.

Besides, he trained his other Knights, and Harry was technically one of them now.

But then why would he simply not say it? Riddle must have left Hogwarts’ premises at some point to get a new wand. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just anything, so he had to have tried different options before picking one. He didn’t say a word about it — he continued to stay silent up until today, when Harry finally confronted him. So was he lying or not?

Agitation stirred in him anew. Harry tried to shake Riddle off, but Riddle must have predicted it: his grip intensified, and he grabbed Harry’s shoulder with his other hand, forcibly turning him to face him.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Reluctantly, Harry obeyed. Riddle was staring at him with strange intensity, and a moment later, he understood why. He could swear the Horcrux in him twitched — the link between them sparked to life, and the next thing Harry knew, he was seeing what Riddle was trying to show him.

The image of the two of them in the middle of Room of Requirement. Focused on one another. Duelling.

He was seeing himself through Riddle’s eyes. At first, it was difficult to adjust his vision — everything was moving too quickly, bright flashes of different spells clashing and replacing one another. Was he actually this fast, or did Riddle just see him this way?

Whatever the answer was, Harry couldn’t look away. Something about this vision made heat prickle along his collar — he remembered to breathe only after his lungs began to burn insistently.

The way Riddle imagined him… the way he saw him… it was fascinating. Harry was a whirlwind in his eyes, so bright and focused and endlessly alive that he could barely recognise himself. It was almost like he had more colours than everything else in the room — like Riddle filled him with these colours, elevating him above the pale surroundings.

It was flattering. And surprising. And most importantly, everything in this vision looked precise, which meant that Riddle had probably imagined it many times before.

He wasn’t lying. He was planning for them to start duelling together.

The link broke. It took Harry a moment to realise he was back to staring at Riddle.

Distantly, he noted that he was panting as if he had returned from a real duel just now. Riddle didn’t seem nearly as affected, but his gaze was searing, his pupils blown wide.

Unexplainably, Harry felt a swoop in his stomach. Neither of them moved, standing there like fools, completely engrossed in one another.

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strwberryblast · 6 months ago

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | Bakugou x GN!Reader

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“Soo, Bakugou, did it hurt when you fell?” you asked, peering over his shoulder with a wide grin on your face.

Bakugou barely glanced at you, irritation evident in his voice. “I didn’t fall, moron.”

You grinned even wider, wrapping your arms around his neck. “No, silly! I meant from heaven.”

“Get the hell off of me,” he growled, shaking you off. You had a tendency to do that—specifically to him—and it pissed him off. Couldn’t you get a hint?

Like that one time during training, where you wouldn't stop.

"Bakugou, is it hot in here or is it just you?" You laugh, as you got close to him. Before he could respond, you’d had already wrapped your legs around his waist and neck, pulling him into a choke hold. The sudden contact and your mischievous grin had caught him off guard. The next thing he knew, you both had tumbled to the ground, he ended up blowing up in your face—figuratively and literally.

Or the time when you were hanging out with Mina and Denki. The three of you had been enjoying some downtime when you’d clung to him, laughing loudly as he tried to push you away. Your laughter only seemed to make his annoyance grow. “God, can’t you get a hint?” he’d groaned, his palm against your face as he pushed as hard as he could. Your response was to laugh even harder, which just pissed him off more.

Today was no different. Bakugou was in the gym, pushing through his workout with his usual intensity when you strolled in, wearing an innocent mask on your face that was anything but. He could sense the mischief radiating from you even before you spoke.

You walked up to him, your grin barely contained. “Hey, Bakugou. I didn’t know you were such a fitness enthusiast. You’re looking pretty focused.”

Bakugou didn't even bother to look at you, not missing a beat in his routine. “Yeah, well, it’s not like you care. What do you want?”

You leaned against the wall, watching him with a mix of admiration and amusement. “I was just passing by and thought I’d say hi. Besides, I couldn’t help but notice how hard you’re working. Figured I’d come cheer you on.”

He snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Cheer me on? I don’t need your cheers. And you’re just here to mess with me, aren’t you?”

You laughed softly, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, come on. You know I can’t resist poking fun at you. It’s too easy.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his focus. “Just stay out of my way. I’m not in the mood for your games.”

You pouted playfully, though there was a hint of genuine concern in your voice. “You’re always so serious. Maybe you need a break. How about I treat you to a smoothie or something after your workout?”

His irritation softened just a bit, though he tried to hide it behind a scowl. “Why would I want a smoothie from you? I’m fine.”

You crossed your arms, still smiling. “Because I’m offering. And maybe, just maybe, you could use a little company. It’s not like you have to train all the time, you know.”

Bakugou’s resolve wavered as he glanced at you, seeing the genuine warmth behind your teasing. Despite himself, he found the offer tempting. “Fine. Maybe I’ll take you up on that. But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you.”

You winked at him. “Deal. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you left the gym to give him some space, Bakugou couldn’t shake the feeling that your presence, annoying as it was, had somehow made his day a little brighter. He pushed through his workout with renewed energy, a part of him secretly looking forward to the break you’d promised.

Later, as you met him outside the gym, two smoothies in your hands, Bakugou grabbed on, sighing. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

You looked at him with playful grin. “One smoothie, just as promised. And maybe, just maybe, a little less grumpy?”

He took the smoothie, grumbling under his breath. “Don’t get used to it. I’m only doing this because you won’t stop pestering me.”

You laughed, linking your arm with his as you walked away. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you dragged him along the sidewalk, your barrage of pick-up lines seemed relentless. "Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears," you said with a grin, clearly enjoying his groans and eye rolls.

Bakugou huffed, his frustration evident. “Seriously, can you stop with the lame lines? It’s not funny.”

You laughed, unfazed by his reaction. “Oh, come on! You know you love it. Besides, you’ve got to admit, some of them are pretty creative.” You said poking at his annoyed face.

"No, no they really aren't," He groaned, pushing you off of him, you laughed once more.

"You know Bakugou, you're actually pretty fun to be around, and your reactions make it so much more fun to tease you," You said, leaning your upper body forward a little, pushing your free hand into your pocket.

Bakugou took a quick glance, his scowl softening for just a second before he replies, "whatever, you weirdo," he huffs, throwing his empty smoothie into the trash as you laugh throwing yours out too, "You're so funny Bakugou, and you know I love these little pet name of yours," you laugh, clinging onto him once more.

"Shut up," he groaned pushing you off, you back up your hands up defensively, "just for you, Bakugou." You wink teasingly at him, as he sighs once more.

Whatever he can tolerate you now, just a little bit.

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carlottawllms · 1 year ago

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Homesick

Mason Mount x Reader Angst / Fluff

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it. I might've shed a tear or two, so buckle up :)

Enjoy <3 And as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.

It was a quote you’d never quite understood. It had just never made sense to you. After all, there were meds for literally everything. Why would you have to feel the pain then?

When you’d told your mum that, she’d just sighed and brushed through your hair. “At one point it will sadly make sense, honey. I hope for you that it won’t, but it’s life.”, she’d said and dropped a kiss to your head.

As you’d grown older, you’d forgotten about that quote altogether. With genuine and close friends, a loving family and a happy relationship of four years, you’d never experienced any sorts of pain. Surely, you’d seen friends going through break-ups and hurting from them, but you’d never realised how bad it really was.

Not until you had to go through it all yourself.

You hummed to the faint music coming from the radio, swaying along whilst preparing dinner for you and Mase. Since you were still in the process of going from interview to interview to find the perfect job, you had the luxury of being home before him and getting everything ready for a nice dinner and a relaxed evening on the sofa.

After a few chaotic first weeks, the both of you had finally found a house you were both happy with and slowly but surely, the feeling of utter happiness and content seeped into you. Compared to Mason, it had been a little more difficult for you to leave it all behind and start over new, but it was mainly because you were still in the process of meeting people and warming up to all the other girlfriends and wives, whilst he’d known many of his teammates before.

“Hi baby.”, you smiled brightly when Mason stepped into the kitchen, expecting him to come up to you for a hug and a kiss, but the second you caught the serious look on his face, your smile dropped. “What’s wrong?”

“I erm…y/n I think we need to talk.” His voice was quiet and the second he couldn’t even look you in the eyes anymore but instead dropped his gaze to the floor, your heart sank in your chest.

“What’s going on, Mase? Has something happened?”

You turned the stove off and followed him into the living room. He’d already flopped down onto the armchair, hands running over his face before he dropped them into his lap.

“There’s no nice way to do this and I don’t really know how to tell you, but y/n this between us-“

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“y/n-“

“Please don’t.”, you whispered as the ugly knowledge of what was about to come made you feel sick to your stomach. There was a lump forming in the back of your throat as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest in pure and utter fear. “Mase, you can’t-“

“I never wanted it to turn out this way, I promise.”, he mumbled and you watched how his eyes filled with tears. “All of this is so new and overwhelming, and I don’t feel like I can…I can…I don’t even know, but I can’t do this right now. Everyone expects so much from me, like there’s this new club and manager and I need time to settle and-“

"Mase-" You were feeling hot all over. “You knew this all along, didn’t you?”, you whispered quietly, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as you could feel your heart slowly breaking in your chest. “You knew it would be a lot and that you’d need space and I’d be in the way. You could’ve told me you didn’t want me to come, and it would’ve saved me a lot of tears and pain and goodbyes.”

“No, it’s not that, I…I’m so, so sorry, y/n.”

“Then why? Why Mason? I thought we were happy. We chose this house together and…and…we talked about the future, OUR future…I thought you wanted me here and do all of this together, but apparently, I got it all wrong.”

“No, y/n I-“

“Did you even mean anything you said? Or was it all lies?”, you couldn’t help but get angry at him and the way he didn’t explain anything and instead just repeated the word sorry like a broken record with tears rolling down his cheeks as if he was the one getting broken up with. “Because I meant every single I love you. I meant it when I said I want to grow old with you and only you. But very obviously we’ve never been on the same page.”

“That’s not true.”, he sobbed, and you hated yourself for how much the sight of him like that hurt you.

“If it wasn’t true, you wouldn’t be doing this right now.”, you sniffed as you tried to hold yourself together as best as you could whilst all you wanted to do was to break down and cry.

“y/n, I do love you, I promise you. It’s…I’m in this weird headspace and-“

“Don’t, Mason. Please don’t.”, you cried. “Don’t tell me you love me because if you really did, you wouldn’t break up with me now. I just…I-“

“I’m so, so sorry, y/n. You have to believe me that-“

But you couldn’t do it anymore. With tears cascading down your cheeks, you turned on your heels and ran upstairs. The photos on the walls practically mocking you with happy memories of your relationship. There you were, smiling and laughing happily in each other’s arms, him kissing your cheek…

You knew them all by heart as you’d carefully chosen them and when you passed the last one – the one where he held your chin between his fingers and kissed your lips – you wiped it off the wall, watched it fall to the laminate flooring and shatter into million tiny pieces.

A painful match to what had just happened to your relationship.

You’d called Ben that same evening. Sobbing down the phone, you’d tried to tell him that Mase had broken up with you and that you couldn’t stay in Manchester any longer. Ben had tried his best to calm you down and get you to talk to his best friend in the morning, but when you’d woken up and Mason was nowhere to be found, you’d packed the most important stuff, booked yourself a train ticket and made your way back to London.

Ben had left training early and picked you up at the station. He’d taken you in and made sure that you were somewhat okay, but the pain rippling through you with every breath you took was worse than you’d ever experienced.

And that’s when you finally understood. That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. The pain of realising that you never meant as much to the person who meant the world to you couldn’t be cured by some pathetic painkillers. That kind of pain struck its roots deep inside of you and was resistant to everything.

For days you’d stayed in bed, doing nothing but crying your little broken heart out, whilst Ben had done his best to help you through it all. He’d cuddled you until you’d eventually fallen asleep the first nights when you couldn't bear to be alone, tried to get you to eat although you hadn’t felt like it and whilst you’d hated every second of it, he’d dragged you out of bed and watched the shittiest shows on tv with you to stop your brain from running riot all the time.

After about three weeks, you’d taken up your friends’ offer of sharing a flat she’d found in Cobham. It had been difficult, getting yourself out there again, but you’d known it was necessary to stop yourself from spiralling.

However, up until today, half a year later, many of these everyday things were still incredibly difficult to tackle.

Mason had been by your side for the majority of your life; first as a friend and then later as your boyfriend of four years and because it had always been the expectation of you and him staying together until you were old and grey, you’d never prepared yourself for a life after him.

And the life after him was cruel.

The mornings and evenings were the worst. You’d sadly gotten used to it by now, but waking up in an empty bed still felt wrong. It made you miss his warmth and clinginess and the way he’d always woken you up with tiny kisses travelling from your neck over your cheeks until he could kiss you lips, that little bit more. And in the evenings, he’d always made sure to tell you he loved you and kissed you good night before wrapping you up in his strong arms, making you feel all safe.

The days were a little easier to conquer as usually the people around were a good distraction. With the job in the bakery near where you lived, you could afford the rent for your shared flat as well as the grocery shopping that was your responsibility every other week, but even that reminded you painfully of your ex.

Going grocery shopping had been one of your favourite chores to do. Usually, Mason had trailed along, caging you in between his warm body and the cart as the two of you had made your way around the shop, getting everything, you needed.

Some of your friends had started to drag you along to gatherings and parties a little while ago and whilst you understood and appreciated their efforts, the fact that they all either had boyfriends or were engaged already, didn’t necessarily help with your heartbreak.

But you still joined them and tried your best to get back into life as quickly as possible. Not only because it was important to find your footing again, but especially because you felt a little humiliated by the fact that you were still struggling, whilst Mason was going on with his life as if nothing had happened.

It pained you and you couldn’t explain why you did it, but you still followed his every move. It was a pretty self-destructive habit, but your stupid brain made you feel as if you had to know everything he was doing. Even if it was just to find that tiny little indication that he was missing you too. But no matter where you looked, you couldn’t find any.

He looked sharp on the pitch, didn’t struggle with fitting in and off the pitch he was seen with his friends, teammates and on top of that he was linked to a girl, you’d never heard of before. His life looked normal, as if you’d never been part of it, as if you not being there anymore didn’t hurt him at all.

But Mason wasn’t okay. He tried to make others believe he was, but truth was, he was hurting just as much as you. He was missing you like crazy and the only reason he left the bed in the morning was the responsibility his job brought. And apart from that, it was mostly Luke who dragged him along to after-match-dinners, post-training-gatherings and whatnot, to ensure he didn’t fall down the rabbit hole, but most of the time, Mason just felt lost.

It was his fault; he was well aware of it. He’d caused this misery, but back then it had seemed that he’d had to make a choice. And whilst he’d thought it had been the right choice, it was very obvious now that it really hadn’t.

You’d been his everything. The person who’d helped him through the very bad times, who’d held his hand and got him back up on his feet whenever he’d been pushed down. You’d always made sure to tell him how proud you were and how amazing he was doing; you’d made sure he’d known his worth whenever he’d felt like he was a failure.

You’d been the sunshine in his life, the reason for his smile and entire happiness. You’d been his person.

Well and then…he’d fucked it all up. He’d broken your heart, sent you away and left you both in a pile of broken pieces of what once had been a happy and loving relationship.

And whilst Mason already felt like shit, not knowing how you were holding up was worse. The image of your tearstained, flushed cheeks, your face contorted in disbelief and pain, was engraved into his mind and the fact that he’d caused it was the reason for his sleepless nights.

He didn’t know if you were doing somewhat okay or not. Your Instagram had gone all dead; no posts or stories that would give him a clue of what was happening in your life – not that he was still entitled to know after sending you away like that, but a small part of him needed to know how you were doing – and Ben wasn’t a big help either.

After some desperate begging and pleading, Ben had at least told him that you were safe and living with him and whilst it had eased his worries a little, the idea of you living with his best friend had him feeling a little weird.

Technically he knew that Ben would never go for his best friends’ ex and on top of that he had no right to even feel the way he did anyway since he was the one who’d ended things with you, but that green eyed monster had made itself a home in Mason’s body and kept inserting jealousy into his veins.

“No, I swear it was funnier with you here, Mr. Prankster.”, Reece laughed.

Mason was on facetime with some of his old teammates who, after their own training session had just wanted to catch up with him and see how he was doing up North. He fed them the same lies as his family and friends, telling them how everything was going great and that now he’d found a house, he could finally settle in properly.

What he didn’t tell them was that he felt incredibly lonely. Home wasn’t a place; it had always been a feeling to him and that feeling only ever arose when he was with you. You had been his home, the place he felt safe and where he could be himself. And now that you weren’t by his side anymore, he felt lost.

Mason knew he had no right to feel sorry for himself, but he couldn’t help it. Hundreds of times he’d thought of driving down to London to talk to you and win you back, but every time he’d intended to, the image of your sad face had come up and he’d chickened out; convinced you hated him too much to take him back.

“C’mon, I’d like to think I’ve taught Chilly well.”, Mason grinned.

“Yeah well, he’s not half as good as you, bro. He keeps giving it away by…” The rest of what Reece said just faded the moment he caught a glimpse of you in the background.

You were talking to Levi who towered over your small figure and laughed at something you said and when he eventually leaned down to kiss your cheek before leaving, Mason’s heart dropped to his tummy. He felt hot all over and sick to his stomach.

What?

“Mase, you’re still with us? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”, Conor joked, and Mason couldn’t help but think that he wished it had been a ghost instead of what he’d just witnessed.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thoughts for a second. I have to leave in a bit anyway, but make sure you call again sometime? It’s been good to speak to you all. I’ll come down to annoy you lot after the season.”, he smiled, hoping it was convincing enough to avoid raising suspicions and when they all happily waved and ended the call, the fake smile dropped from his face.

You and Levi?

Mason wasn't friends with him, so the whole never-date-your-mates’-ex-thing wasn't relevant, but he hadn't pegged you for someone who moved on that quickly. He'd spend more than a decade with you in his life and knew that when you loved, you loved deeply, and you'd always had a hard time closing with people and to see you being that close with Levi not long after the breakup…it hurt.

What did you see in him? Was it his maturity? The fact that he was so serious, but could be charming and funny at the same time? Mason didn’t know much about Levi at all, only that he was everything he himself wasn’t.

For a while he tried to distract himself with household activities he had neglected over the last few days, but as the thoughts kept buzzing and began to drive him insane, he flopped onto the sofa and texted Ben.

He expected the following messages, but that didn’t mean they irritated him less.

But because he needed to know, he pressed the call button in hopes his best friend wouldn’t ignore him.

“Mase.”, Ben sighed down the line after picking up. “I told you I won’t tell you anything. It’s none of your business.”

Mason rolled his eyes. He hated the fact that Ben was more your friend than his best friend at this point, but then again, he couldn’t hold it against him. You and Ben had always been close, basically like siblings from different parents, and Mason could only imagine how hard it must’ve been for Ben to see his best friend breaking your heart.

“Yeah, I know, Ben, but seriously what’s going on between her and Levi. I’ve seen them talking whilst we’ve been on facetime, and he kissed her cheek.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t tell you. I’m not in the place to talk about her to you, you know that.”

“Chilly, c’mon man. You’re my best friend.”, Mason groaned, dropping his head on the back of the sofa.

“Mase, I understand, but she’s not your girlfriend anymore.”, Ben sighed. “Why do you even care? You didn’t want her anymore. Like I said, you broke up with her out of nowhere after she’d moved to Manchester for you. You left her devastated and with a broken heart.”

“Yeah, I know Ben. I don’t think I can ever forget that. I feel like shit because of it, but I just need to know what’s going on. It kills me not to know if she’s with someone new.”

“Save your self-pity, mate. You're my best friend, but if you hang yourself with that now, it's your own fault. Were you looking at her when you ended it? I don't think so, cause otherwise you would know that you have absolutely no right to feel sorry for yourself and question what she is doing with her life after you’ve fucked her over like that.”

He knew he deserved all of that. As much as it hurt to admit, Ben was right with everything.

“I never meant to hurt her, Ben.”, Mason whispered after a moment of silence, finally putting his heart out. “I miss her so much and I don’t know what to do.”

Letting you go was the biggest mistake he’d ever made and with each day passing by, he hated himself a little more for it, but as much as he wanted to make it right and win you back, he wasn’t sure you’d let him. He needed a bit of help, a tiny hint that you missed him as much as he missed you, but for Ben to actually have his back, he needed to be very honest.

“Then why did you do it, Mase? You sent her away and the explanation you gave her just made it worse.”

“I don’t know. I think it got all too much and I felt like I was suffocating her with all the changes. She had to give her life up just because of a single decision I had to make. She tried to hide it, but I could see her struggling with settling in and all the new things going on.”

“Mase, you know I love you, but sorry you’re really daft sometimes. y/n would give up everything for you. Of course, it was difficult to start new and without all her friends, but you know her, she’s stubborn as fuck, do you really think she would’ve come with you if she hadn’t wanted to?”

Mason sighed as he let the words sink in. The words that cut right through his heart. The words that held the truth he’d tried so hard to push away as far as possible.

“I feel like a right idiot, and I know it was wrong, like ever since I got home that evening. I should’ve just talked to her and told her about my worries, and then I should’ve chased after her or at least come down to London a couple of days later, but now I feel like it’s all to late. I am too late, and I hate myself for it so much, Ben. I miss her so much and…that’s why I was asking about Levi…I- I hate the idea of her being with someone else…I can’t lose her…I just- Do you think I’ve lost her for good?”

He heard Ben letting out a long sigh and started to prepare himself for the worst. He’d fucked up and lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. You. And he would regret it for the rest of his life.

“I don’t think so, Mase. She’s not with Levi, that’s all I can tell you. I don’t know if there’s a basis for something between them, I only know they’re getting along well.”

You didn’t feel like going out to party at all. In fact, it sounded like your worst nightmare, but Iza was relentless and after you’d said no like 10 times she’d thrown a short black dress onto your bed, had given you a pointed look and left your room for you to get ready.

Knowing she only meant well, you gave in. Also, it wasn’t like you would’ve had an excuse anyway, since the season had been over for a week and football games couldn't ‘keep’ you from going out anymore. And besides that, you didn't want to disappoint Iza either.

She’d been there for you for the whole half year since you were back in London, had offered you a shoulder to cry on whenever you’d needed one and had put herself in the back seat.

And that’s why less than two hours later, you found yourself in a club, three drinks in and a fourth already in your hand.

“We’re gonna get wasteeeeed tonight.”, Iza grinned brightly, the alcohol already catching up with her and although you weren’t any better, you couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“I just want to forget everything for one night. Bring the alcohoool!”, you agreed, clinking your glass against hers before downing the shot.

For an hour you and Iza kept switching between having drinks and dancing as if your lives depended on it. Josh, Iza’s boyfriend and his friends were somewhere in the club too, but your best friend had decided to make it a girls-only-night.

You were just washing your hands after leaving Iza at the bar and dashing to the loo real quick, as you caught your own drunk reflection in the mirror. Why was it always the moment in the bathroom in front of the mirror when one realised how drunk one actually was?

It wasn't as if you didn't know what you were doing anymore, but the inhibition threshold had definitely dropped significantly. A fact that would cause some problems, because just at the moment when you left the bathroom, you came face to face with someone you definitely hadn’t expected to see anytime soon and when your eyes locked on his, you froze.

Your heart thudded in your chest at the way his warm gaze flitted all over your face. It was the first time ever since your break-up that you saw him in person and had you been sober, you’d probably started to cry because of your still hurting heart, but thanks to the alcohol clouding your senses, all you could think of was how good he looked.

The black vest hugged his toned torso perfectly, whilst the short-sleeved, white graphic shirt made sure he left the outlines of his body to the imagination and combined with the black fitted pants he looked as if he’d been crafted by the gods.

And Mason just stared back at you. His big brown eyes were focussed on you, the intensity in his gaze had shivers running down your spine and when a tiny smile appeared on his lips, your heart skipped a beat.

“y/n.”, he breathed. “I didn’t think-“

“Talk somewhere else, not in the middle of the hallway, for god’s sake.”, a guy cursed as he brushed past, accidentally pushing you in the process.

In your heels you lost your balance, stumbling forward a step or two and since there wasn’t much space in the narrow hallway, you fell right into Mason’s broad chest, just about managing to grab a hold of his shoulders.

In an instant, his hands were on your waist to steady you; probably out of pure reflex, but your heart still pounded heavily at the way his skin felt all hot against yours and when you caught a whiff of his scent, you felt as if you were going to pass out any second.

He still smelt the same. Homely.

“Easy there.”, Mason chuckled in an attempt to downplay the sudden nervousness rushing through his body. It had been a rather long while since he’d felt you this close and whilst he knew he should let go of you, he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on you the moment you looked up and your beautiful eyes locked on his.

And for some reason, you couldn’t look away. You simply stared into his big brown eyes, fingers tightening ever so slightly on his shoulders the more the tension around the two of you grew. The sounds coming from the club faded into a background noise as all you could hear was your heart thundering in your chest.

You couldn’t quite place the expression on his face as he stared back at you and although you were sure you were just misinterpreting everything, you couldn’t help but think you recognised the same feelings that haunted you whenever you closed your eyes: Sadness, regret and this awful longing for someone special.

Neither of you said anything, but when his gaze dropped to your lips, the action spoke louder than any word ever could.

“y/n.”, he whispered hoarsely, not even sure what he wanted to say, but it seemed as if you understood and despite your heart threatening to burst through your ribs, you leaned in and kissed him. Deeply.

You knew that you shouldn’t and that after all the disappointment of him breaking up with you and never giving asking you to come back a second thought, you should just tell him to fuck off, but you couldn’t.

The second his scent had invaded your brain and his big brown eyes had locked on yours, you’d fallen down the rabbit hole.

You kissed him as if your life depended on it and Mason kissed you back just as desperately. His hands on your waist pulling you flush against him as he gently brushed his tongue over your bottom lip, wordlessly asking for entrance.

You groaned the second you tried to open your eyes. The bright sun shining through the still open curtains way too bright for the state you were in.

“Bloody hell.” In an attempt to relieve a bit of the pressure, you pressed your hand flat to your forehead. Your head pounded as if hundreds of tiny men were jumping around in it, and on top of that a wave of nausea hit you the second you tried to sit up. “I’ll never even take as much as a glance at alcohol ever again.”

You had no idea how much you’d even had. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the drinking bit in the first place as the last thing you could recall was Josh driving you and Iza to the club. Everything after that had disappeared into a big black hole. Forever and always, to never come back.

Two hours later, you were at least able to get up and shuffle into the kitchen, ready to grab some painkillers and water.

“You look like death warmed up.”, she grinned, but by the way she grimaced the second her head moved a little you could tell that she wasn't feeling any better than you.

“I can’t remember anything. Must’ve been a good one.”, you chuckled. “I know I don’t look very grateful right now but thank you for forcing me. I think I needed it.”

It had taken you a day or two to get over your hangover, especially as for some reason the night out had left you with a weird gut feeling. Iza’s reaction to you saying you couldn’t remember a thing from the night had confused you a little. She’d looked a little…sad. But when you’d asked her about it, she’d just played it off.

It had bothered you for a few days, but now two weeks later, there was something else keeping you on your toes: the thought of seeing Mason for the first time ever since the break-up.

“I don’t think I should go.”, you mumbled as you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. “This is a bad idea, Iza. Maybe I should call and tell him I’m feeling sick.”

To say you were nervous to go to Ben’s birthday party would be an understatement. It would be the first time ever since the break-up that you would see Mason and although you pretended to be okay, you felt like everyone knew you weren’t.

Even after months you still missed him like crazy. A part of you hated him for what happened, for how he’d broken your heart and made you feel as if you’d never been important to him, but the bigger part of you just missed him and the thought of seeing him scared the shit out of you.

“This is Ben we’re talking about, y/n. He’d catch onto your lie straight away.” Iza shook her head and you hated how right she was.

“But I actually am feeling like I’m going to throw up any second.”

“Look, I get that, hun.”, she sighed sympathetically. “But you have me and plenty of other people you know and get along well with will be there too. Levi will be there, in fact.”

“Yeah, because he’ll be happy to see me after I’ve rejected him last week.”, you rolled your eyes, refusing to think back to the moment the defender had asked you out and you’d said no.

“y/n, sweetie, he’s not mad at you, you know that. He just wanted to shoot his shot instead of regretting chickening out. He told you that he’s cool with it and that he understands.”

Iza wasn’t wrong and being honest with yourself, you knew that, but it didn’t help with the fact that you felt a little awkward around Levi now. You felt bad for rejecting him as you actually got along really well, but apart from the fact that going out with one of your ex’s England teammates was out of the question, your heart was still trying to let go of the deep feelings for Mason.

“Look, I know this is a lot and that the thought of seeing Mason again scares you, but-“

“What if he brings a date?” You voice was quiet as you were quite hesitant to even voice your biggest fear. Seeing him with someone else would break your heart all over again and you weren’t sure you could handle it.

Iza sent you a sympathetic smile before pulling you to sit next to her on the bed. She grabbed your hands in hers, thumbs rubbing over your skin to calm you, but she could tell how terrified you were.

“I don't know if Mason has someone new, but even if he does, I'm 100% sure Ben would never invite her along. You’re like his little sister and he’d never do anything to hurt you. He’s gone out of his way to protect you and help you with everything, okay?”

When you nodded convincingly, she smiled at you. “Good, now get your bum up, do your hair and then we’re good to go. You look beautiful and I know you don’t want to hear it, but you need to show Mason what he’s lost.”

You chuckled quietly before getting serious again. “Thank you, Iza. For everything. I wouldn’t be where I am without you.”

20 minutes later, you arrived at Ben’s. The party was in full swing already, as the two of you had decided to arrive fashionably late, but when the birthday boy opened the door, a big smile on his face at the sight of you, it was all forgotten.

“Happy birthday, Benji.”, you grinned before pressing a kiss to his stubbly cheek.

“Thank you for coming.”, he whispered into your ear as he hugged you tightly. He knew that it was a big deal for you and that’s why he appreciated it even more.

“It’s your birthday Benji, of course I’m here.”, you shrugged, trying to make it look as if it didn’t terrify you, but your friend could see right through you.

“No one is allowed to go upstairs, so it’s a safe space in case you need to take a breather, okay?” Ben gently squeezed your hands and you could’ve cried because of how grateful you were to have him.

With Iza by your side, you made your way inside, subconsciously scanning the small crowd for Mason and it didn’t take you long to spot him. Him and Harvey were closer than you’d hoped for. They stood talking by the kitchen door, a mere three meters from where you were and once Harvey noticed you, he came over with a bright smile, Mason slowly trailing behind him.

“y/n, darling, long time no see. How are you?” The blonde young man hugged you quickly before stepping back a little.

“I’ve been okay.”, you smiled meekly. It may not have been quite the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. You really were okay - most of the time, anyway.

When Harvey turned to greet Iza, you felt like running away, but after the little peptalk your best friend had given you, you were willing to be brave, so you raised your eyes to find Mason’s gaze. You at least wanted to be civil – for Ben’s sake.

“Hi y/n.”, he mumbled quietly, a slight blush on the tops of his cheeks. You hated the shiver running down your spine at hearing your own name falling from his lips after an eternity. He still had this hold over you…

“Hi Mason.”, you nodded, not able to force a smile onto your lips. The mere sight of him, his big brown eyes and the soft smile had your heart leaping in your chest. It hurt to see him again, to hear his voice and to be in his presence and you realised you had to keep your distance tonight.

There was something flashing up in his eyes when you didn’t say anything else; something you couldn’t quite place and if it didn't sound so unrealistic, you would almost have thought it was disappointment.

“I erm…I’ll get myself something to drink.”

Mason watched you disappearing towards the kitchen and for a moment he thought about following you, but his stubbornness didn’t allow him.

He’d thought that after the incident in the club, after you’d kissed him, you would reach out and initiate a conversation as very obviously there still was something between the two of you, but you never had. You’d kissed him and left him with radio silence.

After your second drink, you decided to stick to drinking water. Because of the nerves, you hadn't been able to eat much, and it was showing as the little bit of alcohol had reached a certain effect already, and you didn't want it to get worse.

Especially as there were two stages of drunk-you: Up to a certain point you were a funny drunk, laughing a lot and just enjoying life – sometimes even doing questionable things – but once you were passed that point, drunk-you got clingy and whiny, basically an emotional mess.

And you wanted to avoid the latter at all costs. You felt like a party pooper anyway as you couldn’t really enjoy the party with Mason around. Your thoughts were all about him all the time and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help it.

He was distant. Avoiding you even and although you knew it was normal and probably what exes did, you were miserable because of it. It bothered you, the way he didn’t even try to talk to you, but instead made sure to be as far away as possible.

Deep down you knew it only hurt because it was proof that he was over you. That he didn’t miss you the way you missed him. And that broke your heart all over again.

It was a little while later, that you eventually came across him. You just wanted to go to the loo when you found him talking to Iza in the hallway and that was when you couldn’t hold back anymore. He wasn’t friends with her and to see him talking to her, but not to you was the final nail in the coffin. The turmoil of emotions that had been building up for the last two hours snapped.

“Oh, so you’re talking to everyone but me, I see.”

“I just didn’t see the point after you brushed me off when you arrived.”, he shrugged, seemingly unfazed by how you’d entered the scene like a bulldozer.

“You didn’t see the- What the fuck is wrong with you? Did me brushing you off hurt your heart? Newsflash, Mason, you’re the one who broke up with me, so no wonder I wasn’t necessarily happy to see you here.”, you chuckled hollowly.

You knew you sounded petty and probably were a bit unfair to him as it was his first time seeing you again as well, but you couldn’t help it. Anger and sadness and hurt had taken over your ability to think straight and you just needed to get it all off your chest.

“Well, at least I’m not the one who went out with a guy and kissed their ex the same night, only then to pretend it never happened.”

Everything you’d wanted to say, disappeared into nowhere the moment Mason dropped that bomb. The silence surrounding the two of you all of sudden was deafening, creeping in on you and leaving you unable to breathe for a moment.

“What the hell are you talking about, Mason?”

“Are you being for real? You can't even admit it now? How pathetic, really. I honestly expected more from you, y/n.”

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the true disappointment and it pulled at your heartstrings, but the pure irritation inside of you made it difficult to take a breath and calm down.

“I am pathetic? Mason, I have no idea what you’re talking about, so don’t you dare tell me I’m pathetic.”

Mason flinched a little as you raised your voice at him, but he didn’t back off. If anything, his stare just got more intense by the second.

“God, I can’t believe you’re actually trying to keep this act up…just admit it for God’s sake. Go ahead and tell me it was a mistake and because you were drunk or whatever, but don’t just pretend it didn’t happen!”

“Pretend what didn’t happen, Mason?” You threw your hands in the air as you grew more agitated the more you felt like you had to solve a riddle. “Please enlighten me, because I have no fucking clue!”

“You kissed me, y/n!”, he exclaimed. His cheeks were flushed pink now, brows furrowed, and you could see the desperation in the way he ran his hands through his hair. “In that club a few weeks ago. You just…you kissed me.”

Your whole face went blank the second you realised he was talking about the night out you had no memories from. That night that had left a weird feeling in your gut and you were suddenly reminded of the sad look on Iza’s face when you’d told her that you couldn’t remember a thing.

You narrowed your eyes at Mason, still a little annoyed, but the anger in the pit of your stomach slowly fizzled out.

“I was in the same club as you were, unintentionally, and you came out of the loo whilst I was waiting for Woody in the hallway. Someone accidentally pushed you and I caught you. I don’t know why but you ended up kissing me. And then you left, probably to go back to the guy you came with.”

Mason had pulled his brows together in anger. His brown eyes were still focussed on you, but they appeared colder than before. Cold and sad.

“You came with that guy and kissed me, only to leave with him. Why? Did you think it was funny? Did it give you some sort of kick or something? To kiss your ex while being out with someone else? Who even was that? Not that I really want to know, but what the fuck, y/n. Do you have any idea what that felt like? If that was your revenge for what happened, I don't know getting me back for ending it, then...Fuck! I have no idea why you did it y/n, but it hurt. You just kissed me.”

The more he explained, the more the suspicion grew inside of you: He was obviously hurt and maybe, just maybe even jealous. You knew it didn’t really make any sense as he’d broken up with you and never even tried to contact you one way or another, but the more he tried to make you see his point, the more jealous he sounded and you couldn’t help but feel a little happy about it.

You didn't really want to let it happen, but that little spark of hope that had somehow survived the last few months flared up again. But you couldn’t let yourself get lost in that hope; you needed confirmation. Or closure.

“Why do you even care so much, Mason? You ended it, remember? We’re over.” There was a tiny smirk pulling on your lips as you tried to get him to admit it, but you knew Mason, it wouldn’t be that easy. Not when he had to risk getting rejected and humiliated.

He looked all flustered, attempting to say something, but he just ended up opening and closing his mouth. You were right and he hated it. Even if you’d kissed him for the fun of it, he couldn’t hold it against you. After breaking up with you the way he had, this was you giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Something you want to say?”, you laughed hollowly, but Mason just gave you a look before turning on his heels and walking away. Deep down he knew that the spark between the two of you hadn’t died; the kiss in the club had been enough proof for that, but he was too much of a coward to admit it to you.

You watched him go back to where the rest of the group was, knowing you should probably join the others again too, but there was too much going on inside your mind. Too many unanswered questions, too many emotions…You couldn't help but feel disappointed as he'd just left you standing on your own again...

You needed a moment to catch your breath, to get yourself together so instead of following Mason, you turned and went upstairs with your favourite place in Ben’s house in mind.

The small balcony could only be reached through the guest bedroom you'd spent the first time after coming back to London in. Back then you’d quickly realised how much peace it brought you to watch the night sky.

The darkness, the millions of stars and the moon made your problems and worried appear so small and insignificant; just watching the sky slowed your heart and mind down. It made everything seem so peaceful.

Downstairs, Mason’s thoughts were all over the place. He hid himself away in the kitchen for a moment, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do.

He’d missed you like crazy before, but the kiss in the club had made it worse and all he wanted to do was to make things right, apologise and ask for your forgiveness, but he didn’t know how. The conversation from a few minutes ago hadn’t necessarily made things easier. Quite the opposite actually, as he was sure he’d pissed you off properly with the way he’d practically shouted at you and left you in the hallway the second he didn’t know what to say anymore.

But despite all the question marks filling his mind, he knew that today was his only chance to make things right. His summer holidays were basically around the corner and once he was back, there would be only little time before he had to be back in Manchester for pre-season training.

Taking a deep breath, he left the kitchen to go and look for you, but to his surprise you were no where to be seen.

“Ben erm…”, Mason scratched his neck awkwardly. “Do know if erm…if y/n has left already? We kinda talked and…I don’t know it didn’t go really well and I just feel like I have to explain something.”

Ben sighed as a little regret of inviting both, you and Mason filled his veins. “Mate, if you’ve actually fucked it up again, I’ll have your head.”

“No, I…it’s not that. I think she can’t remember anything from that night and when I tried to explain I sounded jealous and-“

“Because you are jealous, Mase.”, Ben laughed, patting his best friend on the shoulder.

“Well yeah, I know it’s just…I didn’t tell her. Like I chickened out and left instead of admitting it and I just need to talk to her properly. I need to be erm…honest.”

Ben could see the seriousness in his friend’s expression and nodded. He knew you missed Mason and despite everything were still in love with him and despite everything, he didn’t want to get in the way.

“She’s probably upstairs. The guestroom is where she’s slept after coming back from Manchester. It has a little balcony, and she loves sitting there and watching the stars. You should go looking for her there, but Mase, if you fuck this up, there’s no way I’ll have your back.”

“I know.”, Mason nodded. “Thank you, mate.”

He quickly jogged up the stairs and just like suspected, he found you sitting on a lounger and staring into the night sky. For a moment, he just took you in. You looked calm, your features relaxed and there was a small smile tugging on your lips as you’d tilted your head back a little, but before long, Mason slowly walked over and sat down next to you.

“It’s peaceful.”, you said quietly. “Watching the stars, I mean. They’re so far away, but still so bright and with the silence of the night it just clears the mind.”

Out of the corner of your eye you watched Mason tilting his head back a little, eyes focussed on the millions of stars illuminating the sky. The gentle moonlight brushed over his perfect features, highlighting the hundreds of freckles on his cheeks, his long lashes and the soft curve of his lips. He was so beautiful, so perfect and the longer you looked at him, the more the heavy feeling in your chest grew.

He wasn’t yours anymore.

Your eyes stung with tears at the memory of how you’d loved to simply look at him whenever he was fast asleep next to you. How you’d loved to trail your fingers over his nose and cheekbones. How you’d loved to trace the freckles on his soft skin.

You’d wanted to get over him so badly, but now that he was so close, there was no denying that you still loved him. That you were still in love with him.

Carefully, you leaned your head against his shoulder and when he didn’t pull away, but instead wrapped his arm around your waist, a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Did I really kiss you in that club?”

“Yeah.”, he whispered, emotions tugging at his every heartstring.

“And…did you kiss me back?”

Mason gently leaned his head on top of yours. “Of course.” His voice was a little hoarse as he could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat and when you didn’t say anything else, but opted to keep staring into the sky, his fingers gently squeezed your side.

For a while, you just sat side by side, lost in thought and basking in the feeling only the other could provide and for the very first time since months you felt at ease. The turmoil of emotions had calmed down, the constant pain had dulled and all you were left with was the feeling of home only Mason held for you.

“We should probably head back inside.”, you whispered as you started to feel a little bad for abandoning Ben on his own birthday.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”, Mason agreed, although he wanted nothing more than to sit there with you forever. It just felt so right.

Everything felt right with you.

When you came back downstairs, you realised that most of the guests had left already, making you question for how long you and Mason had actually sat on that balcony.

“Sorry, Ben, we didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t apologise.”, he smiled softly. Maybe you and Mason weren't back where you belonged yet, but the fact that you'd been gone so long and obviously hadn't clawed your eyes out only showed him that you were on the right track, and he would never be mad at either of you for making progress. Even if it was on his birthday.

“You will have to share the bedroom, though. I tried to keep two empty, but Henry spontaneously decided to stay too, so the only one left is the one upstairs.”

“Oh erm…I can take the sofa too, no problem.”, Mason offered, but before you could protest and remind him of his back, Ben had shaken his head already.

“Woody’s taken that already. Sorry.”

It was a little awkward when about 15 minutes later you emerged from the en-suite bathroom. Mason was perched on the edge of the bed, typing away on his phone and just waiting for it to be his turn to brush his teeth.

“You erm…I’m done in there.” You blushed when he raised his gaze to look at you and whilst at home, you’d thought about simply sleeping in a big t-shirt, you were now happy you’d chosen shorts and a matching top as your pjs.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”, he nodded and the small smile playing on his lips had your knees weakening.

How were you supposed to survive the night?

You’d just gotten under the sheets and relaxed into the soft mattress on your side of the queen-sized bed, when Mason reappeared. To your surprise, he kept his shirt on as he joined you in bed and although it was just a tiny detail, it warmed your heart.

Early on in your relationship, he’d explained how he hated sleeping with a shirt on as he got too hot and the fabric just bothered him and the way he now kept it on to make you feel a little more comfortable around him, had you screaming internally.

It was weird to be in the same bed with him; to be so close, but at the same time so far away as you were both lying back-to-back, and you figured it would be difficult for sleep to take over, but to your utter surprise, you found yourself being eased into sleep by his soft breathing and his protective and soothing presence behind you.

When you woke up the next morning, it took you a second or two to gather your thoughts and make sense of the situation as you thought it all must’ve been a dream, but the gentle snoring filling the room brought you back into reality rather quickly.

You were lying on your back, pressed into the mattress by a heavy body lying half on top of you. His head was comfortably placed on your chest and the thought of him seeking out your proximity in his sleep had you blushing.

For a moment, you simply looked at him. The way his head was tilted upwards a little gave you the perfect view of his pretty features. His lashes fanned the tops of his freckled cheeks, the bridge of his nose had a rosy tinge, and his pink lips were slightly parted.

Carefully to avoid disturbing his peaceful slumber, you ran your hand through his soft hair just like you’d always done when you’d woken up before him and the mere feeling of his body half on top of yours, his hair beneath your fingers and him in your arms mended tiny parts of your broken heart.

But at the same time it just made you miss him more and you hoped he’d stay fast asleep for another few hours so you could bask in this moment for a while longer.

Little did you know though, that Mason had been awake for quite some time already. He’d woken up before you, in your arms but he hadn’t dared to make a move. It had been way too long that he’d been able to feel you like this and obviously he knew it was his own fault, but it didn’t make him miss you less.

Quietly, he enjoyed your fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp in the way only you knew how to, but after a while the urge to say something and make things right got too big.

“Morning.”

His words startled you as you hadn’t expected him to be awake already and you quickly pulled your hand back, but Mason was quick in reaching up and placing it back into his hair. “Feels nice.”

“Bit like old times.” Your voice was shaky as all the emotions yesterday and this morning had dragged to the surface came crashing down and you realised that this was the moment everything would either start to heal slowly or break apart again.

And you weren’t sure how to survive the latter.

“I miss you, y/n.”, Mason admitted quietly.

“You left me.”

“I know, I just…I miss you so much.”

You could hear the pain in his voice, the pent-up emotions he’d tried to hold back just like you had over the last months and when he shuffled up until he came face to face with you, you could see the tears brimming in his eyes.

“Why did you do it then? Why did you send me away?”

“I just wanted to see you happy, y/n.”, he smiled sadly. “I felt so guilty for dragging you up to Manchester. You had your whole life in London, job, family, friends, everything and then because of a decision I had to make, you had to throw it all aboard and start new.”

“You sent me away because you didn’t think I was happy? You made that decision for me instead of talking to me?”

You were confused and maybe a little angry, but the moment the first tear spilled down his cheek, your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Sitting up, you turned to face him, and Mason was quick to follow your lead.

“I could see you struggling.”, he gulped, wiping the tears rolling down his cheeks. “You didn’t really know anyone and as the days passed it was so obvious how much you missed everyone. I caught you crying one evening when you hung up the phone after you’d spoken to your mum, y/n. You would’ve never admitted it and I felt so bad for keeping you with me, when it wasn’t home to you.”

“Mase, home has always been where you were.”, you whispered, trying to catch the tears falling from his eyes, whilst it was hard to see through your own. “Of course, it was difficult in the beginning, you know it always takes me a while to get used to new things and let people in, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to be there. You have always been home to me. Not London, not Manchester, not anywhere else. Just you.”

And then it was suddenly too much for Mason. Everything came crashing down on him. Months of agony, months of pain, months of missing you. The realisation that he’d fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“I’m so sorry.”, he cried as he hunched over, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know what to say. I fucked up the best thing I’ve ever had, I sent you away and I’ve hurt you so much. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You carefully brushed a hand through his hair in an attempt to help him calm down again and when he eventually locked his teary eyes on yours, you you took one of his hands in your own.

“Why didn’t you speak to me? I would’ve told you, Mase. I would’ve told you it was just taking me a bit longer, but you never gave me the chance. You just sent me away and then you looked so okay with everything. You went on with your life as if nothing happened. It hurt, Mase.”

“No, I- I’m not okay.”, he shook his head. “Nothing is okay, it never is, but that’s just how I function most days. It’s hard getting up in the morning and going to training, but at the same time that’s the only thing keeping me from constantly thinking about you and how you might’ve moved on.”

A sad laugh left your lips the moment he mentioned moving on from him. “I can’t. I don’t think I will ever be able to move on from you, Mase. I’m still fucked up from it all and I don’t know when it will get better.”, you sniffled. “Until yesterday, I didn’t think it would ever get better.”

“And then?”

“Then we talked and you seemed so jealous a-“

“I was jealous.”, Mason admitted quickly. He felt his cheeks heating up, but he didn’t care. This was his chance to make it all right. His only chance so he had to lay it all out in front of you. His whole heart.

“Have been for a while, you know? First Levi and then that guy you went to the club with…That weekend, I came to London to speak to you. I wanted to apologise and tell you how much I miss you, I wanted to make things right. But when I rounded the corner I saw you leaving your house with that guy and-“

“That guy was Josh.”, you interrupted him. “He’s Iza’s new boyfriend and he drove us to the club. She’d left a minute before to grab the car, but you must’ve missed that.”

Mason’s heart dropped at hearing that. He could’ve talked to you weeks ago, but no, he had to read his own truth from it and ended up getting the wrong end of the stick. He sighed and dropped his gaze ashamedly to your hands still holding his. He felt like an idiot and he knew it would only get worse, but he felt like he had to ask to find closure.

“And what about Levi? I was on facetime with Ben and some other guys the other day and…you were in the background with Levi…he kissed your cheek, but when I asked Ben, he said he couldn’t tell me anything.”

“He’s just a friend, Mase.” You watched the blush spread over his whole face, but the relief in his eyes was what made your heart stumble in your chest. “I haven’t seen anyone ever since you broke up with me. I couldn’t it just…it hurt too much.”

Mason gently wiped a tear from your cheek. His heart hurt so hard, he wasn’t sure it would ever stop. He’d known before how much pain he’d caused you, but to see it right in front of his eyes was what tore him apart.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”, he breathed as tears welled up in his eyes again and when he pulled you into his arms and you clung onto him almost immediately, they eventually fell. “I am so fucking sorry. I want to make it right, y/n. I just want you back.”

You turned your head on his shoulder so you could speak to him without pulling back. “When we sat on that balcony…it felt like something was healing inside of me. And when I woke up this morning, with you here I just…I don’t know how to explain it.”

“You don’t have to find the perfect words, y/n. Just tell me what you’re feeling. Please.”

And that was all it took for you to let go. “I…I just love you so much.”, you sobbed, and you felt his arms tightening around you.

“You broke my heart and left me in the pouring rain on my own, you ignored me and basically sent me back to London because you didn’t want me anymore. And then you went on with your life as if everything was okay and it just made me feel as if I’d never been as important to you as you were to me. It hurt me so much Mase, you hurt me so much. It made me feel as if with your new life in Manchester little old me wasn’t good enough anymore.”

Somewhere in the middle of your speech, something broke deep inside of Mason and he wasn’t sure if it would ever be the same. Your words and the pain behind them cut right through his heart and made him wish desperately he could turn back the time to take it all back.

He'd never meant to hurt you. All he’d wanted was to ensure you were happy, but instead he’d put you through hell and back.

“You could never be not good enough.”, he sobbed, trying to hold you even closer. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I hate myself for making you feel like you weren’t. I’ve always needed you and all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy and I know now that it never made sense, but back then I really thought I was doing the right thing for you.”

Mason pulled back a little and grabbed your face in between his hands.

“Look at me please.”, he asked quietly and once your teary eyes were locked on his, he smiled. “I’ve missed you ever since you left our house that day. I felt homesick, you know? Not because of my family or my friends, but because of you. I felt homesick because like you said, you’re home to me.”

You closed your eyes as his thumbs gently wiped away the tears and when he kissed your forehead, a small smile appeared on your lips.

“I don’t know how to make you believe that I can make us work again, but I’m not going to give up. I did that once and…we both know it was the wrong choice…and that’s why I’m here, why I’m wanting to make it right. I came to London because of you, I wanted to apologise and make things right and tell you that I’m lost without you. I’m as lost without you as you are without me because y/n you’re my whole life. I love you, I love you so much it hurts.”

A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks as his words slowly sank in. He loved you. He still loved you as much as you loved him.

“If we’re going to do this again, you have to promise it will be different.” You took a deep breath as you tried to blink your tears away. “You have to show me that you’re ready this time. To have me up there with you and go through the rough patches no matter how difficult. You need to talk to me Mase.”

“I am ready. I promise you, I am.” Mason’s bottom lip wobbled from the way he was trying to hold back the tears as best as he could. “All I want is to have you by my side. I love you, I love you so much and I promise I’ll make sure you know how important you are to me.”

“Okay.��, you gulped. “If you walk away again, Mase, it’ll be for good. I can’t go through all of this again. I can’t have my heart broken like this again.”

“It will never happen again.”, he promised with a shaky voice. “I’ll love you forever and another day. I’ll never let go of your hand again. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, too, Mase.”

And although you were both still crying, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a much needed and desperate kiss. A kiss, you’d both been craving for way too long.

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