#IM SO EXCITED FOR THEM TO WAKE UP TOMORROW

[lucky-aces]

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[tatoasting]

Finally fixed my headlight thats been out for 16 months :D

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

pt2

Lullaby In Blue

When you finally get to the manor, it's dark out.

You were so sleepy. You just wanted your momma. You just wanted your grandpa.

You assume that when you get home, your father will take you in with open arms and talk as sweetly as your momma said.

Unfortunately for you, unlike how momma described him, he's cold and hard to decipher...

You look up at him in a mix of curiosity and excitement. He looked so cool! he was wearing a fancy outfit and he just looked so cool! The only thing that threw you off was how he looked so.....tired.

"WOAH!! You look so cool! Are you my dad? Momma has said so many good things about you! How about that one time when you-" He cut you off.

"Alfred, show her to her room if you will." he started walking away.

Your heart broke a little at that, but it's okay! You win him over sometime! For now, you need a nap.

Alfred walks you to your room while profusely apologizing about Bruce.

You walk into your room. And it's clear they didn't do much research on you...

The toys were better suited for a kid younger than you, maybe around 4 or 5 years old.

You don't complain though, the room is huge and you have a bigger bed than you can imagine!

You have your bedroom and walk-in closet! Alfred says to sleep and tomorrow they'll sort out the room and make it more for you.

The next morning you wake up and decide to unpack a bit.

You didn't have much, just a few clothing items, jewelry from your momma, a few picture frames, and some of momma's old stuff such as paintings and her cassettes of movies.

As soon as you finished unpacking Alfred came to call you down for breakfast.

You go downstairs to see at the table your father, a boy around 23 with black hair, and another boy who looked around 18 years old with also black hair with a white patch.

You introduced yourself to them like your momma taught you.

"Hello!! im Y/N L/N!!! Well, actually I don't know about L/N now because technically he is my dad," you point to Bruce. "I'm kinda hungry," before you could continue with your ramble Alfred shut you up with a plate of pancakes in front of you.

It's clear to everyone but you that 7 in the morning is too early to be this hyper and nonsensical.

"Oo! pancakes! I love pancakes! They're my favorite! My grandpa makes it from scratch-" You pause for a second, a very slight stop that makes your eyes water up a little.

No one could notice it.

Well besides the literal detectives sitting at the table.

You continued rambling for a bit before Alfred mentioned a playground in the backyard, recently designed for you.

"WOAH that's so cool! Can I go play on it? Please?" you made sure to drag the 'e' in 'please', that's how it always worked on momma.

He allowed you to and you quickly got off your chair.

You were about to play outside before realizing you were nowhere near ready to play outside, you still had your PJs on, and your fuzzy socks!

You ran to your room to get ready for the day, which was difficult because momma would always help usually

You were trying not to look sad, you shouldn't be sad. You should be thankful for all the things they're doing for you.

After a couple of hours of playing on the mini playground, you got tired.

You decided to get back inside and eat.

You went inside and saw it was empty. You decided to go into your room and take a nap.

You walked in and realized you forgot to go shopping with Alfred! All the things in your room were baby things, and you only had two other pairs of clothes to wear!

You didn't mind though.

You lay down on the carpet and fell asleep immediately.

It wouldn't hurt to sleep for a while...

You woke up a couple of hours later.

You woke up silently crying, you had a dream about the day you and your momma and grandpa went to a theme park.

You couldn't remember much about the dream, only that you had so much fun.

You don't know why you're crying, you had a great time, did you not?

You didn't understand. This shouldn't be happening.

To calm yourself down, you started humming the lullaby your momma sang to you.

It worked slightly.

You decided to get up and eat, you were hungry and hadn't eaten earlier.

You went downstairs and saw a boy no older than 15 eating a bowl of cereal.

You hadn't met him yet, so you tried to introduce yourself to him!"HELLO! My name is Y/n l/n!!!!! What's your name??"

Unfortunately for you, you caught him at a bad time. He had been working on a case since 7:30 am and this was his break.

"Leave me alone," he said, in a obviously tired tone.

Well, obvious to everyone but you.

You continued asking him questions, only for him to ignore you, grab the bowl of cereal, and walk away to his room.

You looked at him with a confused look on your face.

Your stomach rumbled a bit before you snapped out of it and grabbed yourself a bowl of cereal too.

You ate alone at the table.

The next day while outside in the garden, you saw a boy playing with a dog.

The dog looked so cute! You decided to talk to the boy.

"HELLO!! Im y/n l/n!! it's nice to meet you!!"

You started asking him a lot of questions, like what his name was, what the dog's name was, are you guys were siblings, and more!!

The excitement you had to meet others was overwhelming to some people.

He ended up getting the dog to chase you away.

You ran to your room and stayed there the entire day.

You wanna go home.

You ended up finding out their names at one point or another.

The 23-year-old one was Richard "Dick" Grayson, the 18-year-old one was Jason Todd, the one that shooed you away while eating cereal was Timothy "Tim" Drake, and the boy who got his dog to chase you was Damian Wayne.

You don't understand why they didn't want you, you weren't mean or evil like those villains you saw in the books momma read you, so why did they not want you?

You tried getting into hobbies you didn't care about so you guys could talk about them.

You joined a book club, which you kind of disliked since it was so quiet.

You joined gymnastics, which you were good at and kind of enjoyed, it did help you get your energy out, though!

You tried coding, which you didn't like at all.

You tried art, which you were okay at.

Nothing really stuck!

And it's not like it helped with getting your family to notice you.

It didn't matter to them, they had Gotham to help.

You didn't have actual hobbies or interests for a while.

Not until you were 12.

You had signed up for theater in middle school, and the teacher was nice enough to take you all on a field trip to a play.

It changed your life.

You knew immediately that that's what you wanted to do.

You wanted to spread smiles, just like how this play had spread joy to you and others.

You wanted to perform on stage for others!

You knew this was what you wanted!

As soon as you got home you asked Alfred if for your birthday you could have a stage.

One that was going to be demolished soon due to not bringing in any money.

He decided to think about it.

It was a strange request coming from you.

You never really asked for things like this.

You never really asked for non-neccesities at all!

But he decided to not think about it too hard.

feeding my like 2 emu!reader enjoyers lmfao

oml this took so long

guys lowk im so tired

anyways this is ass

taglist:

@shirp-collector-of-fixations @maybeethan69 @iluvcatzz @tacendxx @ninihrtss

[piastrisun]

the second account.

pairings: franco colapinto + singer female reader.

summary: after franco accidentally exposes his secret twitter account, fans accuse him of being delusional about his supposed relationship with you.

faceclaim: malina weissman.⠀warning: none.

request: could you make a franco and singer!reader where he "shows off" his girlfriend on his secret twitter acc but her fans don't believe him so she decides to surprise them by finally making a music video of "bed chem" casting him?

notes: messy dates, as usual. a brief use of gracie abrams for the music video part. and i know franco would put everything in spanish but it had to be in english for u guys. thank you so much for the request, i had a lot of fun making it. :)

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translations: “every time she sings i forget how to breath, do you guys think it’s a medical condition” “my pretty princess” “check out her eyes, dude” “good morning to my girlfriend and my girlfriend only” “i’m head over heels for her what do i do” “no one sings like she does, man”

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francolapinto added to their story.

yourusername and others liked your story.

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yndaily day 1 of using @/francolapinto’s tweets as captions: “imagine waking up and the first thing you see is yn’s face. a dream for you, a reality for me”

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username NOOOO THIS IS SO FUNNY PLS KEEP THIS GOING

username1 if i looked like this, i’d just walk around expecting people to fall in love with me

username2 franco is gonna see this and panic

username3 petition for this to become a daily series until he acknowledges it

username4 it’s crazy how all his tweets work as captions bc he’s LITERALLY a yn fanpage

username5 okay but why is she actually the most beautiful person alive

yourusername i fully support this, keep going

username6 she’s so chronically online IM CRYING

username7 SHES INSANE LMAOOOO

username8 @/francolapinto i get you man

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43updates @yndaily has inspired us to start talking about franco the way he tweets about yn, wish us luck

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43updates guys what if i’m actually yn and i’m doing this to bother him

username9 i’ve never seen you and yn on the same room

43updates 👀

43updates joke it can’t be me, i’m clearly unemployed… like SOMEONE I KNOW

username8 PLEASE let’s make him experience the secret account treatment

username7 he has created monsters i fear

francolapinto i suddenly understand how this might have looked from the outside, PARAAÁ

francolapinto but i mean, if you’re gonna do it, go all in. but NO ONE, can talk about me the way i talk about her

username6 LMAO, yeah okay, ‘her’, you mean the girl you run a fan account for?

username5 are u confirming or denying this i’m confused

username4 girl we need receipts, you look delusional

username3 we’ve been through this already, no one believes you 😭😭

username2 franco finally getting a taste of his own medicine

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yourusername bed chem video drops tomorrow!! 🌟 i couldn’t be more excited for you all to see it. it’s one of my favorite projects yet, and i had the best co-star.

also, since you guys are basically detectives. yes, this is my boyfriend. yes, he’s been running an account to talk about me this whole time. and no, i did not ask him to do that. but i was aware of it and i love him.

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yourusername p.s. he’s been mentally preparing for this moment since the second account incident. be nice to him!!!!

francolapinto please!! i’ve suffered enough

username NO WAY i need a moment

username2 SHE JUST SAID IT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING HELLO??? 😭

username3 “yes, this is my boyfriend” GIRL I HAVE BEEN HAVING A MELTDOWN FOR WEEKS

yoursister you two are perfect together!! 🥹

francolapinto but seriously, every day with you is my favorite. you already know that, but saying it here too just in case, te amo 🤍 ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername i’ll put you in my pocket starting now, te amo más <3

username3 forget it when i said this was one sided…

oliviarodrigo need all the behind-the-scenes footage!!

francolapinto also hi. yes boyfriend here, happy to be included!! ♥︎ liked by author

francolapinto and for the record, my account was NOT a fan account. it was a highly curated appreciation page. there’s a difference

username4 five comments from him, he’s so obsessed 😭😭

username4 the way we all thought he was a lovesick fan and turns out he was just a boyfriend with too much free time

francolapinto i’m trying to not take any offence by this

username5 this is the funniest celebrity hard launch ever

alex_albon wow. shocking. so unexpected. truly a plot twist.

yourusername ❓

username6 she’s so funny for that caption 😭😭

username7 he was running a whole stan account for his own girlfriend and she just let him

username8 his twitter account was a love letter, i’m gonna be sick

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©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 25’.

[traiaadd156]

Oblivious!reader and yan!Damian wayne al ghul.

Interesting point but these are for all my voters💗 enjoy!🎂

Warnings!; violence, blood, reader being a lil dumb, highschool au, damian being manipulative over stupid stuff, reader being drunk and falling onto the floor.

Oblivious!reader, literally damian showing up covered in blood in his robin costume in Halloween. "Wow damian, I never knew you were into this type of thing, cool costume by the way!"

Damian was about to confess, how he will die and kill for you showing up randomally in your room when you were done changing, maybe its best to keep you in the dark about this.. "uhh yeah, I made it myself."

"no way that's so cool!" Well your costume just got diy'd so it wasn't as realistic as his, but you didn't even question the blood since in your head halloween was supposed to be scary and that blood definitely suits him.

Smiling rather dopily hand in hand with him as you both went to the school party, you were gushing about how excited you were to take pictures in the photo booth with him and going to your house for a sleepover.

Damian hid his nature well, and his coldness around your parents which made him welcomed there without them even batting an eye.

Oblivious!reader was just happy she got to spend time with her boyfriend, I could see her accidentally getting drunk because the punch was laced with some alcohol and she had bumped into someone causing her to fall face first into the floor accidentally breaking her nose.

Damian having to leave with you rather early because of it(though he probably didnt enjoy it as much as you because you were stuck to your friends by the hip which he somewhat hates.)

"your so careless, and dont touch your nose your just going to irritate it." He scolded whilst dragging you back home since you kept stumbling.

"hey! Dont blame me— blame the guy who laced the punch you pussay boy!!" You exclaimed making him huff, he did blame the person who did it by breaking his nose too and pushing him in the pool. But he was more annoyed that he was now stuck with this annoying blabbering girlfriend of his. "Seriously you need to find more creative insults than 'pussy boy' beloved."

He huffed, well he is hoping the plans to get your parents out of the house works.

Oblivious!reader staring at him for a good amount of time whilst damian was showering with reader, something they did often when she ever got clingy like this. "Stop staring, pervert." He couldnt help but quip, but her eyes didnt move away. Sure he liked your attention, he liked the way his appearance makes you feel but he also couldnt help wonder why. "Why do you have a new scar?" Huffing in a worried pout, it was a new scar. Much newer than the other faded white ones he had, he already had an answer since he knew you'd ask. "Nothing, just got into a bit of a fight over something dumb." He answered whilst rinsing off the blood staining his skin, relishing on the cool water against hid terse skin. "Did you win?" Soon asking after a good silence in two seconds. "Of course I do, I always get what I want."

"your so cocky sometimes."

"damn right I am."

Oblivious!reader literally just in her house sleeping, mind you it's in the middle of the night and damian as robin breaking into her room while asleep.

He just snuggled up after changing into her clothes. You didnt even think of anything as he just lay beside you, wrapping your arm around him and the best part was you didnt even wake up.

And even tomorrow you just thought he had crashed by and you just forgot about it.

It was a rather small blurb since Im rushing this in the bathroom 😭#functionalwriter.

[mikgreo]

denji’s prized possession!!

nsfw, minors dni.

a/n: thinking about how cute and submissive denji would be!! always ready to get a taste of his prized possession. this man will get on his knees anywhere, everywhere, always, no matter what.🧡

warning: exploiting, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, denji cums on your stomach and licks it off, also rubs his cum on your pussy, panty stealing.

“babyyy..~” denji whispered into your ear.

“no, go to bed denji.” you said trying to free yourself from his hold.

you two were at his apartment. you were too tired to walk back home, afterall the mission you both got sent over too had taken almost the whole day. you decided to stay with denji, praying all he would do was cuddle and go to bed.

“pleasee. can’t wait til mornin’ pretty.” he was whining in your ear. so annoying, but cute. you thought.

denji had been begging you for almost 20 minutes to let him eat you out. you, of course being too tired, kept denying his request. you didnt wanna go through the trouble of getting up and taking your clothes off and all of that.

“denji, im too tired baby. i cant even get up im so sore. i promise tomorrow, when i can actually get up.” you said, attempting to turn around so you wouldn’t have to little spoon anymore.

“so if i did it while you were asleep you wouldn’t mind?” denji said while kissing your shoulder.

“mmm nope. its better than doing all the work, i would be fine with it.” you laughed jokingly, knowing he would do it, but it never crossed your mind he would, right now, today, tonight.

denji didnt say anymore, so you took it as an invitation to let your eyes rest and get some long, well deserved, sleep.

denji’s pov!

sooo hungry. i cant wait til tomorrow mornin’.

he freed his hold on you waist and slid down the bed, onto the ground, pulling you by your legs to get closer, earning a grunt from you.

he didnt think much of this. he knew you were a deep sleeper, so he had no fear moving you as he pleased.

he tilted your body to the right and raised your legs up, spreading just enough.

he stopped.

would you be okay with this? is this rape? surely not. i hope not, itll be ok. something about this excited him, he knew you would never be really upset with him. it turned him on, seeing you when your the most vulnerable, taking advantage of your body.

he smiled to himself knowing everything was probably okay.

he pulled down your shorts. leaving your underwear on.

he stuffed his face in your cunt, deeply inhaling your smell. he licked your clit through the fabric.

he unconsciously began to rub against the foundation of the mattress. he tried to find the position where he could get the most friction in his sweatpants.

denji grabbed your panties and pulled them up, watching them go up your almost soaked cunt, sinking into the lips of your pussy.

he buried his face once again in your pussy, lapping up all your juices eating you like a hungry dog.

he pulled your panties off, getting a better view of your pussy, sinking in a finger inside your tight hole.

he curved his finger up and down inside taking his time feeling around and exploring your gummy walls, he pulled out and licked it off clean. moaning at the taste.

he pushed his finger back in while flicking his tongue on your clit, occasionally sucking it and rubbing it with his free hand.

at this point denji’s face was a mess covered in your juices. he was a moaning mess, his pants earning a wet spot the more the rubbed against the base of the bed, he had came atleast twice.

he stuck his hand down his pants wetting his fingers with his own slick, taking it up and spreading it inside your pussy, as lube. but also because he found it hot to taste himself on your pretty pussy <3

denji lost track of time, your body had came around 3 times now, he knew if he kept going your body would eventually squirt “or somethin’ ” (his words) and you would wake up.

he found it exciting not wanting to be caught. it turned him on.

he decided to finish himself off by hovering over you relieving himself all over your tummy.

as he finished getting every last drop out his red puffy tip, he licked it off your stomach, licking it clean.

he picked up your shorts and put them back on, but leaving your panties bunched up inside his pockets.

he layed back down in the same position he was in about an hour ago, and took your panties out his pocket.

he spun them around and the air before sniffing them again.

he put them infront of you.

“see that y/n? i wonder who these belong to ♡” he giggled, “they’re my prized possession, along with your pretty soaking pink pussy.”

im soooo sorry if this was something weird to write!!:(

ive personally imagined myself in this scenario amd would fimd it super hot if my partner did this, but thats me.

[bunnis-monsters]

Puppy Love

Preview || Patreon/Kofi Exclusive

Puppy Hybrid x Fem!Reader

WC: 5k

A/N: the rest of this story is only available on Patreon and Kofi!

It had been beyond late when you got home from work. Your eyelids felt as heavy as a ton of bricks, and you nearly passed out several times on the train ride you took to get home.

Late nights like these have become more prevalent lately, leaving you worn out each day. No amounts of energy drinks and positive affirmations helped the exhaustion that settled into your bones the second you stepped out of your office.

Working overtime had been something you wanted to avoid at all costs, but lately things had been a little rough on you financially.

The one thing that made everything worth it at the end of the day was coming home to your loving boyfriend.

As you lazily munched on some stale fries, you looked out the window. Your boyfriend was the sweetest puppy hybrid ever. He loved you, truly and genuinely adored you more than anything.

It was cute, how he worried for you throughout the day as he worked. You’d get several messages, and even a few naughty pictures when he was feeling lonely and needy.

You tossed your empty fast food bag into the trash as you stepped into your home. As expected, your lover nearly tackled you the second you were in the door.

“You’re home, I’ve missed you so much!”

A laugh escaped your lips. Leo’s tail was wagging so hard, thumping against the floor as he sniffed and nuzzled into you. He was excited that you were finally back in his arms, that was clear to see.

“Silly, it’s only been half a day. I see you every morning and night, don’t I?”

Leo huffed, puffing out his cheeks in a pout before giving yours a lick. “And that’s not enough time to get all of the attention I want! I wish I could keep you with me all the time…”

You scratched behind his fluffy ears, watching him cling to you. It truly wasn’t fair to him, and you were well aware of that fact. Puppy hybrids were possessive, needy creatures that mated for life. Not being with you for such a long period of time was stressful for him.

“I know… I don’t like this either, you know?”

With a sigh, you nuzzled him back. “I don’t have another day off until this weekend, pup. After this project is done, I shouldn’t have to stay so late…”

He placed his hands on your chubby belly, squishing it to relieve some of his stress. “But that’s too long… you’re being mean to me, I want to breed you. You said we could have pups soon…”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I know I did… Why do you think I’ve been working so hard? If I don’t, how will we afford to take care of a whole litter of pups? It’s a lot of work, I’ll need to take maternity leave too.”

Leo’s fluffy ears flattened against his head as his tail drooped. “I know you’re right… but that doesn’t mean I have to like this. You’re working yourself to death, how will we have pups if you aren’t healthy enough to carry them?”

He nuzzled your soft tummy, as if fearing you’d lose your chubby frame from how much stress and work you had taken on. Kisses were left along your pliable flesh, and his fingers started to get dangerously close to your panty line.

“Hey…” you groaned out a low warning, giving his nose a poke. “I’m tired, baby. It’s late and I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

The puppy hybrid huffed, his ears flattening against his head. “Again? It’s been a while since we… you know…”

His tail wagged furiously as he simply thought of the word “sex”. Images of you on your back, your tits bouncing as he fucked into your pretty, fat cunt had him basically humping your leg.

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[thirdwheelravi]

good morning sibyl … prompt: sleepy buddie 😴🤩

omg yay....this is the one i kinda started last night because i was excited!! also im sorry hima...i broke the rules right off the bat because this is slightly over 1k 😔😔 plz forgive me....

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It’s late when they make it back. Christopher’s been passed out since they crossed the state line. Eddie’s absolutely exhausted, a little delirious from eleven and a half hours in the car but so, so happy as the little house on Bedford Drive comes into view. He gets Chris awake enough to shuffle inside and get into bed, and then drags their bags inside, leaving them in the front hall. Everything else can wait.

Tomorrow they’re going to head straight to Buck’s in the morning to surprise him—Eddie promised Chris it would be the first thing they did when they got back to LA. He’s already checked with Bobby to make sure he’s not on shift.

He’d been too scared to tell Buck that they were coming home. Terrified that Chris would change his mind, or that his parents would try to stop them, or that something would happen to snatch it all away from him again. It hadn’t feel real, hadn’t felt permanent, until he walked up the front steps.

Now, easing down the familiar creaky hallway and pushing open the bedroom door, Eddie lets out the breath he’s been holding since the day Chris left.

The sight that greets him on the other side of the door steals that breath right back. 

There’s someone lying in his bed. Eddie knows it’s Buck before he can even understand how he knows it’s Buck. As if he could recognize him from just the outline of his sleeping body in the dark.

In the wake of his initial surprise, Eddie is filled with something he can only call peace. He’s home. They’re home. And somehow, it makes sense that Buck should be here, asleep in Eddie’s bed like he belongs there.

Moving quietly, Eddie sheds his pants and exchanges his road-worn henley for a fresh t-shirt. Then he moves to the other side of the bed and climbs in beside Buck. 

“‘’ddie?” comes the sleep-roughened rumble of Buck’s voice. 

“Hey,” Eddie says softly in the dark. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay. ’m glad. You’re here,” he says, or maybe it’s I’m glad you’re here.

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Eddie says, settling onto the pillow next to him. Under the blankets, Buck moves, rolling toward him, tucking all that bulk against Eddie. Eddie wraps an arm around him, letting himself, in this quiet, unguarded moment, live in the spaces of Buck’s body, in the warm certainty that no matter how far he goes, Buck will always be his home.

He breathes in, letting all the tension of the last few weeks dissipate, and presses his cheek into the hollow of Buck’s throat. Sleep is creeping up on him, waiting to pull him under.

Buck lets out a little hum, almost a moan, and turns his face toward Eddie’s. 

It’s as natural as anything to meet him there, lips nudging together in a kiss that’s sweet and soft until it isn’t. Until Buck grabs the back of Eddie’s head, angling his face to kiss him deeper, until Eddie opens his mouth to greedily drink every sigh and whimper from Buck’s mouth, until he presses Buck down against the sleep-warm sheets and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.

But sleep is still lapping at his edges, and soon the near frantic need slows into something languid and undemanding.

Buck sighs his name, sounding half a step from sleep himself, and they settle again, tangled together.

“I’m gonna tell you everything in the morning,” Eddie promises. Means it, too, when he says everything—everything that went down in El Paso with his parents, with Chris, everything he’s been keeping back from Buck because he couldn’t bear to tell him with eight hundred miles still between them. “But tonight I just—I’m home. We’re home. And I love you. That’s the most important part.”

“I love you, too,” Buck says, as easy as anything. Like it’s something he’s said a hundred times before. And maybe—maybe it really is that easy.

Buck hums again and between one breath and the next Eddie feels him drop back off. 

He follows soon after.

When Eddie wakes, he’s alone. It takes him a full minute to even remember where he is—not in Texas anymore thank god— and an additional few seconds to remember that Buck was in his bed last night.

That’s also about when he hears the sound of the kitchen door closing just a little too hard.

He’s out of bed so quickly he’s almost dizzy, stumbling across the hall and into the kitchen where he finds Buck.

Buck who is not, as Eddie might have thought, shuffling around in his pajamas trying to get the coffee going for them. Instead he’s standing fully dressed, shoes on, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Eddie leans against the doorway. “Were you seriously gonna try to sneak out?”

Buck jumps at the sound of his voice and then immediately goes rigid, his head angled down like a dog waiting to be scolded for bad behavior. “Eddie.”

“Well?” Eddie asks.

“I—” Buck chokes out, his shoulders stiffening, his hand clenched around the strap of his duffle bag. “I’m sorry.”

“For sneaking out?”

Buck nods, face red and bright. “For—all of it. For being in your house when you were—when you were gone. For sleeping in your bed. For—for last night.”

“You’re sorry for last night?” Eddie echoes. “Buck, you kissed me.”

Buck flinches. “I didn’t—I thought I was dreaming.”

“What?”

“When you woke me up last night I—I thought I was still dreaming,” Buck says. “That’s why I kissed you. And then I woke up this morning and you were really there and that meant I’d really, actually kissed you, and I—”

“Freaked out and decided to sneak out of the house before I woke up?” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods miserably. 

“And at any point in this freak out did it occur to you that the fact that you really, actually kissed me means that I really, actually kissed you back?”

“I—oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Eddie repeats, unable to stop the smile from spreading over his face.

“You wanted it,” Buck says slowly. “You…”

“Want it,” Eddie corrects, crossing the space between them and taking Buck’s face in his heads. “Really, actually.”

Buck drops the duffel bag on the ground. Eddie kisses him, as sweet and slow as he’d kissed him last night. Buck makes a noise that sounds like wanting and kisses him back, holding onto Eddie’s arms, thumbs digging into the soft parts of his wrists. 

“This is real, Buck,” Eddie murmurs between lush, indulgent kisses. “I’m really here. I’m really home. And I really love you.”

“I love you, too,” Buck says, and it’s so different from the way he said it last night. In the light of morning, the words are tremulous and precious, but still easy, so easy.

Eddie smiles, and before he can kiss him again, Buck pulls back. 

“And…you don’t think it’s weird?” he asks anxiously. “That I was, uh—living here?”

“Well, that explains the duffle bag,” Eddie says mildly. His hand finds Buck’s shoulder, his gaze finding Buck’s. “Buck, everything has felt wrong since the second Christopher walked out that door with my parents. Last night was the first time in my life that everything, finally, felt right.”

“Oh,” Buck says, eyes pink and wet. “That’s—me, too. That’s why I thought it had to be a dream.”

Eddie kisses him again and this time—this time the kiss turns from soft to molten. Eddie had been too exhausted last night to even think about anything more but now—now he’s definitely thinking about it. And judging by the noises Buck’s making and the way his hips hitch against Eddie’s, he’s thinking about it, too.

“You know,” Eddie says breezily, walking them backward out of the kitchen and back toward the bedroom. “We had a pretty long drive yesterday. Chris’ll probably be asleep for the next few hours. Maybe in the meantime, we can see if I can make some of your other dreams come true.”

ficlet february prompts

[returnofeternity]

one of the top five nat writers of our generation fr — would you be willing to write a continuation of that blurb about reader finding her in the meeting place? navigating camp with the new gunwielding queen, winter’s oncoming sting, etc? the more hurt/comfort + undying devotion to protect one and other the better

biggest compliment ever thank you :D i feel like i should wait til the finale tomorrow but im so excited and i know im gonna write something either way so. sorry if it's too short im sure my post-finale thoughts will be longer ^^

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leaving off from the last blurb, thinking about staying there almost all night, at least until you can because the snow starts getting really cold, and feeling that hope bubble back after finding out misty has the transponder.

you almost start crying again when misty tells you that it could work, that she could signal for help. both you and nat are kneeling by misty, intently watching as she tinkers with it. holding nat's hand while whispering to her about how that dream of taking her to your cousin's record shop that was supposed to open up after nationals could be reality :(

walking back silently after nat decides it's too risky to stay out late, just rubbing her thumb on yours to calm yourself down because you still have to deal with shauna. and god, winter. all you can think about is how there's bound to be another hunt and how there's a chance nat could get picked, how there's a chance you could get picked. just as you see the faint sparks of a fire back at camp, you pull nat to the side and grab the sides of her arms.

"it's a horrible idea because we have shauna to deal with, but what if we run away?" you shake your head as nat opens her mouth, ready to object because yes, it is a horrible idea, but you can't stomach the thought of going through another hunt. "ben survived. what if we could? we-we could gather as many supplies as we can, hide them somewhere until we have what we need."

nat clenches her jaw, thinking the same thing as you. about how she doesn't want to go through another hunt. but it's too risky to run away with shauna as the new so-called leader. knowing her luck, she'd catch you and make things even worse. she doesn't even want to think about what shauna would make her do to you.

"we can't." nat's lip quivers at your crestfallen expression. she picks up your hanging head with her hands, her thumb rubbing your bottom lip. "you know we can't. let's just wait until tomorrow to do anything. we still have misty and the transponder. we have hope."

and she knows just how to make things better, even just for a second.

just thinking of that immediate dread you get in your stomach when you wake up to the ground being covered in snow. god. angst if nat wakes up first, the screams of shauna when she found jackie in her mind when she opens her eyes and looks at you :( her breath catches in her throat as she analyzes your body, heart sinking when she doesn't see any movement. just as she raises her hand to shake you, you roll over to face her, and she just lets out the biggest breath, tears in her eyes as she looks at you.

dressing her in winter clothes that you still have stored from last winter, the only plus of all this is seeing her in that headband again and her cheeks being all squished up as you make sure she's all covered up.

the two of you making eye contact with hannah as she comes out of shauna's hut, feeling betrayal and sadness. you wanna know why she did it. kodi didn't seem too bad. maybe a fuckin' jerk, but he could've gotten you out of here. you wanna run up to her and ask why, shake her repeatedly and tell her that she ruined everything, that shauna will turn her back on her as soon as she deems it fit.

god, and with tai and van rigging the whole card pull, thinking about two scenarios. one where they rig it so hannah gets it, but nat, who is so fucking kind, switches clothes with her midhunt. of course you're right there next to her as she runs after hannah, the girls' screams not far behind, telling her that this is a stupid idea, that she should just let hannah die because the wilderness chose, even if you don't believe in that shit. you just want your girlfriend safe. you want her alive. it was horrible enough after the last card pull. maybe you get caught in the crossfire when the girls pull up on 'hannah,' all your devotion for nat and the adrenaline you feel as they corner her making you get in front of her as someone goes to strike their spear in her chest, only, it goes through your chest, not nat's.

the second scenario, sorry to say, you still end up dying. maybe you were in on the whole rigging and begged van to make it so you and nat don't get picked. she could understand, right? she has taissa, and you have nat. she agrees, but maybe something, the wilderness maybe, didn't like this idea. or maybe van betrayed you because she was scared of Something retaliating against her for rigging it. you miss the pitiful look she gives you as you pull your card, the only thing on your mind being nat's safety. you smile and sigh the biggest sigh when nat shows her card and it's an ace. she feels her whole world crumble when you show yours and it's the queen. maybe something even angstier where you don't want a hunt, you want nat to be the one to kill you, even if it kills her to do it. the second shauna objects, because she wants a fucking hunt, nat steps up after telling you no. she'd rather do that than have shauna be the one to get you instead.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

light of life ₊˚⊹♡

Summary: Y/N loves Diwali, the fesitval of lights, so the light of her life, Lando, surprises her.

♡ ln x desi!reader 𓇢𓆸

♡ fluff + humour + smau 𓇢𓆸

masterlist ☾☼

lando had planned a little surprise for his girlfriend. he knew how much she had wanted him to be there for diwali, but since the festival fell in the middle of a triple header, it had seemed impossible for him to do all the travel. it would have left him exhausted, and the chances of falling sick would have increased.

but, did lando care? no.

his girlfriend wanted him in india, at her house, on diwali, so that's exactly where he would be.

lando landed in india on diwali day itself. he could only be there for the night, and had a flight the next morning back to brazil. since diwali was on a thursday, andrea and zak had agreed to let him off the hook for media duties, but made lando promise to be back for the practice and sprint qualifying.

with bag in hand, and his jacket draped over his arm, lando rang the doorbell, waiting patiently. the door opened, and y/n's mother stood at the door.

"oh my god, what a nice surprise!" she exclaimed, as he let him in.

lando removed his shoes at the door, smiling. he kept his bags on the floor for a moment, and hugged y/n's mum.

"y/n hasn't stopped talking about the mexico race!" she said.

"did you watch it?" lando asked, knowing that y/n's mother had no interest in f1, despite her love for driving.

"you know i didn't!" she laughed, smacking his arm slightly.

"maa, kaun hai?" y/n's voice rang out, as she walked towards the door from wherever she had been in the house.

lando kept his bag neatly near the door, as he excitedly waited for his girlfriend to see him.

y/n froze as she saw lando standing in her living room. her mouth open in surprise.

"hey, baby! happy diwali!" lando still butchered the pronunciation, but he was learning.

"you're here!" y/n shrieked, as she ran towards him. y/n's mother moved back to give them some space.

y/n jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, as her arms went around his neck. her face pressed into his neck as she hugged him.

lando laughed at her excitement, as he tightened his arms around her. long distance was hard enough, and add in triple headers, it made lando lose his mind a little everyday.

"surprise!" lando whispered in her ear.

"oh im so happy!" y/n said as she pulled back and stared at his face.

"that makes me so happy," lando said.

y/n leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, though the couple could not stop smiling.

a few seconds of lando and y/n lost in their little bubble had y/n's mother clearing her throat, "reminder, you guys are in india. yeh sab nahi chalta yaha!"

the couple laughed, and lando set her on her feet gently. keeping their arms around each other, lando picked up in bag, and y/n took his jacket, the two walking towards y/n's room.

"how long are you here for?" y/n asked.

"just tonight. i've got an early morning flight tomorrow for the practice and sprint quali,"

"that makes sense. you should rest now. i know the flight was tiring, and i'll wake you up when its time for the puja. okay?"

lando sat on the edge of her bed, pulling y/n closer to stand between his legs.

"okay," he said softly.

y/n smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. lando's hands moved up and down her legs, before settling on her waist and pulling her closer.

"thank you for being here," she said, pulling back.

"nowhere else i'd rather be, my love," lando whispered, before pecking her lips.

y/n moved away from him, grabbing the air conditioner remote to switch it on. lando took out a fresh set of clothes, kissed y/n on the cheek, and went in for a shower.

she watched as he closed the bathroom door behind him, and smiled at the thought that it seemed so casual for lando to know where everything was. he didn't need help from her anymore, and the domesticity of it hit y/n in the chest.

a few hours later, lando woke up in a dark room to the sound of laughter and joy coming from outside. he immediately smiled, and got up. running his hand through his hair to try and tame it, lando left the room, and was immediately greeted with bright lights, and loud, carefree chatter.

seeing him, y/n's family cheered. lando waved at everyone, smiling brighter than ever, still trying to rub sleep out of his eyes. greeting y/n's grandparents, lando leaned down and pressed his hand on their feet, and then his chest.

the grandparents patted his back, and said, "khush raho,"

lando went around the room, greeting the uncles and aunts and cousins, before he settled next to y/n, who was leaning against a cabinet, watching her family.

"we all saw the mexico race," one of y/n's uncles said.

"yeah? did you like it?" lando asked.

"oh yes. very entertaining. max races hard, no?" someone else said.

lando laughed, "yeah, he definitely does. but, its fun racing like that. that's the point of formula one,"

sounds of agreement went around the room, before they all fell into separate conversations. y/n leaned against lando and whispered, "did you sleep well?"

lando sucked in a deep breath, "yeah, i was out like a light. how long was i asleep?"

"a couple of hours,"

"why didn't you wake me up? i could've helped around somewhere,"

y/n hummed, "but you needed the sleep, so it's okay,"

lando kissed the top of her head, "thank you,"

y/n moved away from him, grabbing his hand and said, "come on, you have to get ready. we have the puja in a few minutes,"

for the first time then lando looked at what y/n was wearing. in a brand new navy blue kurta with white pattern around the neck, white wide legged pants, and a dupatta, y/n looked radiant.

"you look so beautiful," lando murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist, still walking.

"thank you, jaan. now, come on, let go, we have to get you ready,"

"yes, let's go," lando said, as he picked up y/n from where he was holding her around her waist, making her let out a shrieking laugh that seemed to grab the attention of the family.

the two disappeared in the room, lando's foot closing the door, and y/n's voice ringing out at the last second, "take me to my closet, peasant!"

it was silent in the living room for a few seconds, the family reeling in the happiness in y/n's voice, before her grandfather spoke, "accha ladka hai. khush rakhega,"

a few minutes later, as the rest of the family were getting everything ready for the puja, y/n's room door opened, and the couple walked out. lando wore a matching coloured kurta, with white pants, and a dupatta wrapped around his neck.

he stood in front of y/n's mum, and spread out his arms, "good?"

she smiled, her ring finger collecting a little bit of her kajal from the corner of her eye, before pressing it to his temple, hiding it underneath his hair, "good,"

quickly, everyone sat down. lando sat with y/n and her cousins, who translated and explained everything that was happening in the puja, so that he didn't feel left out. he watched with great interest at every thing that was happening. he watched as at the end, everyone stood up, and y/n's mum presented the burning diya to everyone, pushing the flame towards them with her hand, and then pressing a tika on their foreheads.

y/n explained to him, that the flame the blessing of the gods and goddesses, so pushing the flame towards a person was pushing the blessings towards the person for a good, happy, successful life.

lando watched as y/n's mum made rounds, until she reached y/n and him. he watched as her mum pushed the flame towards the general direction of the two of them, instead of doing it separately, like she had done with the others.

he watched, transfixed, as her mum pressed a tika on y/n's forehead. when it was his turn, y/n gently instructed him to keep his right hand on his head, and lean down a little. lando followed the instruction, and watched as y/n's mum dipped her finger in a red powdery substance before bringing it on his forehead, where she pressed her finger. lando went cross-eyed trying to watch every second, before he closed his eyes as his vision went slightly blurry.

soon after the puja was over, the family sat together and ate. lando ate a bit of everything, drinking water every time something (everything) was spicy, as the family laughed. y/n kept her foot hooked to his the entire time, unable to look away from him.

the man had really travelled all the way in the middle of a triple header just to spend a festival with her. if that wasn't love, y/n didn't know what was.

after dinner, the cousins pulled lando out the door and to the terrace, with a bunch of firecrackers in their arms. they were all buzzing with excitement, and their excitement was contagious.

"lando, you've got a flight in the morning," y/n said an hour into the boys bursting firecrackers.

lando was currently distracted by the tall sparkles of the anar, watching it get higher and higher before it started falling. y/n and her cousins had shown lando all the different types of firecrackers there were, and the do's and don't's of it. he was mesmerised by the different shapes and colours, unable to look away.

"lando!" y/n called again, and lando startled, looking at his girlfriend.

"huh?"

her cousins laughed.

"you've got a flight in the morning, come on. you need to rest," y/n said, biting back her smile.

lando opened his mouth, closing it again as he stared at the firecracker and then back at his girlfriend, "but- the firecracker- five more minutes please!"

her cousins laughed again, and y/n smiled.

"lando norris, you have to be up early in the morning. come on!"

"please, five more minutes! i promise, i'll go to sleep as soon as i'm on the bed!" lando begged.

y/n agreed, because her boyfriend was cute, and seeing him excited about her culture always filled her chest with warmth. oh how much she loved him.

her light of life on the festival of lights.

landonorris

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landnorris happy diwali from my family to yours <3

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yourusername i love you sm, thank you for coming

landonorris i love you more, baby

mclaren ahem ahem 👀

landonorris definitely not more than my car, dw 👀

user1 YNLANDO IS HERE OH MY GOD

user2 LANDO IN INDIA FOR DIWALI

user3 "my family to yours" 😭😭😭😭 SHE'S HIS FAMILY

user4 honestly, this is just disgusting behaviour from lando. there's a difference between culture appreciation and culture appropriation, and he's just so racist every time. like, look at what he's wearing. he clearly doesnt know what the culture is

yourusername lmao not u calling my boyfriend racist for wearing a kurta that i dressed him up in like a doll

user1 YOU GO GIRL

user2 YEAH SPEAK YOUR TRUTH QWEEN

user3 user4 no one asked you to be here

carlossainz55 this looks so fun

landonorris it is, you should join next time

user5 CARLOS HONORARY Y/L/N?????

zakbrown fun's over, come back now, its race time!

oscarpiastri hey, can you get me some of the sweets?

maxverstappen1 if you get me an entire box of sweets, i wont terrorise you on track

yourusername 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️ ILL GET YOU A BOX, MAX, DW

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i really loved writing this. this has two of my favourite ln x desi!reader scenes that ive ever written. the first one being when lando bends down to touch the elders' feet, and the second one when y/n's mom nazar utaros him with the kajal. they made ME feel loved somehow. anyways, i hope you enjoyed it! i tried to keep it short, but im clearly incapable of doing that! i've also got a link for my taglist, desi community and requests that you can find here! also, a huge thank you to @itsprashimusic for getting my creative juices flowing!

EDIT: I VERY MUCH INSPIRED (COPIED) Y/N’S DIWALI OUTFIT FROM MY DIWALI OUTFIT

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[ifimdreaming]

can i take you home?

luke hughes x reader || angst, fluff

request: “i like the idea of her best friend going to michigan/dating a former teammate of lukes so thats how luke and reader meet! i love angst and given that its lukes rookie year/she goes to college in another state, maybe they could be friends w benefits but both have strong feelings.”

author's note: i thought this request was so so cute so i kind of took it and ran. also kinda influenced by i miss you, im sorry by gracie abrams. this is also super long but i hope the ending is worth it. let me know if i should do more parts of this!

word count: 5.0k

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Waking up to the sound of your best friend pounding on the guest bedroom door at 7am was not exactly the best way to start your day. But since you are staying the weekend in her student house that she shares with 5 other people, there are definitely unluckier ways you could have been awoken. 

“Morning sleepy head!!! I'm so happy you're up!” your best friend Emma almost shouts as she barges in the room, after you very reluctantly told her she could come in. She immediately begins opening the curtains, and rummaging through her closet to find her outfit for the day.

In her haste she almost spills the two cups of coffee she had brought up from the kitchen as she sets them on the dresser beside the bed, her mug being almost completely empty anyway. You can tell by her enthusiasm and caffeine intake that she has been up for quite a long time before deciding to wake you up. 

You groggily roll over and face away from the wide open curtains, not ready to face the day yet and really disappointed in yourself for choosing to drive up so late last night in the first place.

Of course you were happy to be able to visit your best friend, the two of you going to different schools making it incredibly hard to spend much time together anymore. But being back here brought back so many memories of the last time you visited. Both good and bad. And to be honest, all you could think about was him. From the very moment Emma invited you, he has been on your mind nonstop. 

The way he made you feel so utterly adored when he brought you back to his room, how he spoke to you so gently and quietly the one morning when you were hungover, the time he spilled and called you ‘his’ while you were in bed together, and how much it seemed like it would last forever. It was all coming back so strongly.

“So, what are the plans for the day Little Miss Sunshine?” you sit up, reluctantly speaking your first words of the day after clearing your throat. 

“Well! First I thought we'd go get bagels for breakfast from down the street, and then I think one of us may need a quick shower before we officially start our day…” Emma says with a hand on the side of her mouth, pretending to be saying a secret as she is side-eyeing you, and you just stare at her offendedly, “Aaand we are doing something tonight so maybe we should go shopping..” she says quickly and excitedly, clearly brushing past what exactly it is that we are doing tonight.

“Alright then.” you say as you check your phone for probably the 20th time in the 10 minutes you've been awake. And you can see Emma staring at you from the corner of your eye so you decide to throw your phone to the other side of the bed, getting up and ready to go. You knew she wasn't oblivious, but you did not want to acknowledge the look she was giving you right now, and honestly it did not seem necessary to bring anything up.

Besides, this weekend isn't even about him. Dylan's surprise birthday party is tomorrow and your best friend was so excited to be planning it with your help. She hadn't done anything this extravagant for her boyfriend before and she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

Obviously the last thing you would want to do is ruin this weekend for her, and your stupid feelings and non-relationship are included in that.

-

The walk to the bagel shop seemed awkwardly long as you were both not acknowledging the fact that your mind is very very distracted. It wasn't intentional. But feelings and places have such strong connections and the fact that things felt so unresolved was not helping. Everywhere you are here reminds you of him.

“How's your bagel?” Emma speaks up, finally breaking the silence on your walk home, thankfully giving you an opportunity to get out of your thoughts.

“Oh it's good! Thanks! I was super hungry…” you say, trying to muster up a believable enough reason for why you've been so off today. 

You continue walking and shuffling your feet in silence and are about to return back to the house before Emma looks at you and sighs loudly.

So. Close. You are literally about to step onto the driveway of the house when she stops you. 

“Ok can we just talk about it please? Because there is no way we are going to get through this entire weekend just ignoring it.” she says, stepping in front of you and blocking any sort of way for you to get out of this conversation. 

“What are you talking about?” you say with a grumble and a sigh. Knowing she is going to get it out of you. Obviously she would.

“Luke.” Emma says deadpan, waiting for your response.

For some reason at this moment you wanted to cry just hearing his name. But you also wanted to yell. Your feelings were confusing and annoying and it upset you to even have to talk about it with someone, even though you knew you should.

“I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. I can't stop thinking about him, and everything is so confusing.” you whisper-yell at her in frustration. 

It pained you to admit that you couldn't get him off your mind. You didn't realise how much you even liked him until having to admit that.

“He visited me during christmas… I mean, he did in the fall, but this time felt different.” You continue,  “We slept together again. Everything felt like it was going so well…And now nothing.” you admit to her and wipe your face with your sleeves, angry at the tears that have fallen from your eyes. 

“Has he called?” She asks warily.

“Once? Last week. It was short… but he sounded sad. He said he misses me. And he told me he really wanted to visit me. And I've texted him since then and no response.” you look down at your feet as you speak. It really shouldn't be this embarrassing to admit. It's not like you were in a relationship with him anyway.

“He's going to be here...tomorrow? I didn't know if you knew..” Emma says as she grabs your arm and slowly brings you close to her as you begin walking inside together and you nod your head in her direction.

You knew he would be here. Dylan is one of his best friends, obviously he isnt going to miss his 21st birthday. But with how things were currently going, it honestly made you wonder if Luke would even want you here. And what do his friends even know about you two? Has Luke said anything? So many questions are going through your head that it is almost making you dizzy.

-

The rest of the day is so much lighter after your earlier conversation. Emma is exponentially good at cheering people up, and maybe even to a fault, will always be on your side no matter what. But you appreciated it regardless.

You are currently finishing up putting on your makeup and getting ready to go out tonight, still very unaware of what the plan even is. But you didn't have much of a choice in the matter as Emma has picked out every aspect of your outfit tonight - down to the shoes, makeup, and jewellery.

Suddenly Emma gets a call from Dylan and runs into her bathroom to answer the phone, the music cutting out that was playing from her phone as she heads off, and silence filling the room.

You weren't intending to be eavesdropping, but you are able to hear muffled voices from the other side of the door and very hushed arguing that you couldn't quite make out. Making you curious as to what could possibly be going on tonight.

Emma saunters back into the room with hesitancy, her expression is scared and concerned at the same time as she is approaching you almost in slow-motion, saying nothing.

“What is it? Just spit it out.” you say, already knowing you are either about to hear the worst news of all time or the worst news of all time.

“Ok surprise! We're going out for sushi! Yay!” Emma says, obviously starting with the good news and you stay silent.

“And…Luke is coming out with us.” she continues, flinching at her own words as she plops herself on the bed across from you. You sit at her desk, makeup in hand, and cannot help but have an absolutely astonished look on your face. 

Nothing is able to even leave your mouth as her words run through your mind again and again.

“I am so SO sorry.” She starts. “One of the guys accidentally told Dylan that Luke is in town and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for tomorrow, so I told Dylan that Luke and I were trying to surprise him tonight for dinner. I didn't know what else to say. It was literally the first thing that came to my mind. I'm so sorry.” she continues, worried she has done irreparable damage on your friendship.

“You can kill me now.” Emma blurts out defeatedly, wanting to keep the surprise for tomorrow and not wanting all her efforts to be ruined the day before the party.

Obviously you love that girl, but very much did want to kill her in this moment.

“Does Luke know I'm going to be there?” you ask, brushing past everything else she has said.

“Dylan said he would tell him, yeah, but if you don't want to come please don't feel like you have to.” she says with a small smile, hoping you have some-what forgiven her.

“No, I'll still come.” you say quietly but matter-of-factly.

If Luke knew you were coming, it would be weird if you decided to stay home now because of it, and besides, what would you do here alone? Thinking of what he would be doing and wishing you could read his mind is all you can think of.

“OH? This is good! Ok! Dylan said he is picking us up in 20 minutes!” Emma states, suddenly very excitedly, hoping it will cheer you up to see that she is excited. And as you continue getting ready, nervous energy and anticipation fill your body.

- 

Dylan shows up right on time, unfortunately for you, not giving you any extra time to sit and wallow in your feelings.

It was inevitable that you would be seeing Luke this weekend, but this quickly and under these conditions was not exactly ideal. You were hoping to at least be able to have a one-on-one conversation with him before being thrown into random get togethers where things have no chance but to be awkward.

The drive to dinner is surprisingly happy. Dylan seems so excited to be seeing his best friend again. He can't stop talking about the last time they saw each other and how long it has been. And Emma's laughter and giddy energy is helping you calm down and distract you just a little bit.

“The reservation is for 7pm so we might have to wait in the car for a few minutes.” Emma says, checking her phone as Dylan pulls up to the restaurant a bit early. 

The dim lighting and intimate booths look extremely inviting as you peer inside the windows of the restaurant from the parking lot. You can't help but get distracted by watching people inside as Emma and Dylan talk from the front seats of the car and are cutely chatting to each other quietly.

“There's my boy!” Dylan yells out as he jumps out of the driver's seat, running up to give Luke a hug across the parking lot.

“Ready?” Emma looks back and asks you, reassuringly placing her hand on your knee and rubbing her thumb up and down a few times.

“Guess so…” you say with a fake smile as you grab your purse from beside you, and as you are about to leave the car, you see a tall figure standing right outside your door.

Only a little bit startled, you look up to see Luke as he opens your door for you and greets you with a tired smile. He is dressed nicely in black pants and a cream cable knit sweater, his hair curly and tousled up like always. 

As you step out of the car he brings you into a tight hug, like he just couldn't wait to hold you again.

“I missed you…” Luke whispers so quietly into your ear that you almost couldn't hear him. He swiftly leaves a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he brings his hands just a bit lower down your back, “I’m sorry” he says quietly as he releases you.

As much as you want to reciprocate, you are so caught off guard by his words that you just stare up at him without a word.

“Alright let's go! I'm so hungry!” Dylan says, unaware of the tension, as he pats Luke's back and wraps an arm around him, walking in front of you and Emma and into the restaurant. 

Emma is glancing at you as you walk together, waiting to hear from you what Luke said, but you decide to ignore it with a shrug and she looks away. 

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Dinner is filled with laughter and catching up with one another. Surprisingly it wasn't even half as awkward as you built it up to be. Dylan chatting away with Luke as you and Emma giggle across from each other about all the drama at your respective schools. 

Having a couple of drinks throughout the night was definitely helping, but regardless of that, you felt good. Really good.

“Luke, how's the love life going for you? You got a girl in Jersey?” Dylan asks with a laugh as Emma had just bragged about her and Dylan going on 2 years of being together.

She shoots you a regretful look as she hits Dylan's side with her elbow, not as discreetly as she probably wanted to, and your face turns bright red.

Luke looks down at his lap and shakes his head with a chuckle, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

“No man, no girl in jersey.” Luke says lightly as he takes a drink of his beer before the two of you make eye contact and he glances down to your fidgety hands that are in your lap. 

“My bad, my bad…” Dylan says with a laugh as he clears his throat and starts back to finishing the food on his plate, Emma quietly shushing her clueless boyfriend beside her.

Your nervous hands continue to pick at your cuticles and you look over to see Luke inching his hand closer beside yours on the booth bench. Looking up from your lap, you see him glancing back at you as he waits for your reaction before discreetly taking your hand in his under the table.

The feeling of his hand in yours is so comforting and familiar and immediately eases your anxiousness. But you still feel so conflicted.

Luke always knew how to comfort you and distract you from your thoughts when they were out of control. Especially during busy school semesters and many nights spent together with him keeping you company while you anxiously wrote papers and prepped for exams. 

He seemed to be there for you when it felt like you had no one else. At least that's how it used to feel. Now things feel so complicated. Not knowing the status of your relationship surprisingly taking a much larger toll on your ability to act like friends than you would have ever thought.

“So! I've got the bill tonight guys. Happy birthday Dyl!” Emma blurts out as the waiter approaches the table, she leans over to give her boyfriend a loving kiss, comfortably filling the awkward silence that had just taken over the table not long before.

“Thank you baby! And hey! thanks guys for coming out tonight too.” Dylan smiles at the both of you as he lifts up his glass for a toast. You all clink your glasses, wishing him happy birthdays that follow big swigs of your almost empty alcoholic beverages.

Walking out of the restaurant, your mind fills with running thoughts. You wish you had spoken to Luke more tonight but it was hard to not make anything obvious. He seemed good, but still weirdly sad and you wanted to talk to him about it so badly. You wanted to talk to him about everything.

As you near Dylan's car you feel Luke's hand brush against yours and lightly hold your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“Can I take you home?” Luke shyly asks you as you all stand in the parking lot together. You mutter a “sure” under your breath with a nod, and he looks to Dylan and Emma for confirmation, both of them nodding in agreement before bringing you into tight hugs and saying goodbyes.

“Tell me everything that happens girly.” Emma runs back over to you and whispers into your ear as she hugs you goodbye once more, and all you can do is let out a small laugh in response to her teenage-esque behaviour.

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After Dylan and Emma drive away, the short walk over to Luke’s car suddenly seems agonisingly long and your heart is racing in anticipation. Over anything else that happens tonight, you really wanted clarity. But of course, thoughts of the worst possible outcome ever sneak their way into your mind.

Luke opens the passenger side door for you and you climb into his car before he gently closes the door and walks to the other side. As he gets in, he begins to start the car before he looks over to you and pauses, the quiet becoming almost painful. 

You didn't know what to say, and you didn't want to say the wrong thing. So, waiting for him to break the silence seemed to be your best bet.

“I know I should have thought of something to say…” He starts, and shuffles in his seat, slightly bending his right leg so he is facing you a little more.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stopped responding to you.” Luke continues, and you almost want to roll your eyes at his apology. It was so hard to be understanding when this felt like such a preventable situation on his part.

But you knew Luke. You knew when he was scared he got distant. You knew he was pulling back from you. You just didnt know why.

“Things have been so…weird…lately, and I just…I know I fucked up.” He confesses.

You didn't want to be reading between the lines anymore. You just wanted him to be honest with you about what he wants, and it frustrated you that he was being so vague.

“Luke, what do you want? Like, from me?” you ask innocently, but squint your eyes closed tightly as the words coming out of your mouth sound completely different from what you intended.

“Like, you told me we were friends. And obviously I was ok with that. But when you would visit me, we’d sleep together. And when you left it was like. I don't know…” you look down and pick at your fingers as you speak, looking up at him feeling like an almost impossible task.

“You told me you wanted to be friends.” Luke states, and gently grabs your hand. He holds it in his to stop you from destroying your fingers as you speak, which causes you to look up at him, thanking him silently, as he waits on your response.

“I said that because I knew how hard it would be for us to be so far away from each other.” you say strongly, feeling the sudden need to defend yourself.

“You know how important school is to me, and I know how important your career is to you. I don't want to distract you from what's important to you. I don't want to be the one that gets in the way of things, or be the reason why you're not as focused as you could be…as much as I want to be-” you begin to confess, but are quickly cut off.

“It's kinda too late for that…” Luke says with a chuckle as he tilts his head back against the headrest of his seat and looks out the front window, frustration still evidently seen on his face.

“What do you mean??” you ask, hoping he will elaborate a little more than he has been so far.

“You already distract me. I can't stop thinking about you. And it's obvious. In my game and everything too. Even Jack has noticed and he keeps asking me about you and I don't even know what to say. I can't shut him up. Cuz how am I supposed to tell him how I feel when I can't even tell you? Its actually really fuckin annoying.” he laughs as he explains, still looking ahead out the window instead of at you. 

Luke has always sought to use humour and jokes in difficult situations, especially when it comes to his own feelings. He's clearly frustrated at himself and it hurts you to see him having such a hard time expressing himself.

“So why have you been so distant lately?! I’ve been really worried about you.” you say, suddenly feeling more confident in confronting him as he opens up to you.

“Cuz im scared im gonna fuck things up even more than I already have…” he says honestly as he turns his head to look at you again.

“I knew I should've said something from the moment we slept together the first time. I feel like I fucked up by keeping my mouth shut. It's been ruining my life to not just be honest with you.” he adds with a growl deep in his voice, anger at himself seeping through his words.

As he continues, you can't help but feel entranced by him in his current state, and suddenly you are very aware of how late at night it is becoming. 

“It's my fault...” Luke says, and you desperately try to focus on his words and not his body. 

But you can't help but think about how good his hands would feel on your body and how badly you want him to kiss you right here and now. You didn't care that you were still in the parking lot of a sushi restaurant. You didn't care that things were still so confusing and that this probably wasn't exactly the most ideal time to be feeling this way. You just felt like you needed him so badly.

“I've been treating you like shit lately. Regardless of us sleeping together, that should not change how I treat you. I've been a shitty friend to you, and I'm really really sorry.” he continues, and you are brought out of your trance. 

His words hit you so hard. You both unknowingly made this relationship so complicated and weren't even aware of it. You knew Luke was not perfect, but for some reason you expected him to be able to read your mind, and vice versa. Even after being the one to say you should stay friends, you were silently upset that nothing was happening in the way you wanted.

“Luke, it's ok. Both of us have not been entirely honest with each other lately and it's made everything so… fucked up. We’re just… in a weird spot.” you say, hoping your words make any sense considering you zoned out for half of his apology.

“Can I just say that I want to be able to fix this?” Luke says as he places his hand on your thigh, his fingers mindlessly getting higher and higher as he rubs slowly back and forth. Trying his best to soothe you and unknowingly turning you on even more.

“It isn't just on you to fix.” you say as you place your hand softly over his, stopping his movement on your leg as to not let it overly distract you.

“Yes it is. I let you down. I fucked up by being so fucking…distant. I should've been more clear about what I want…that I want you..” Luke admits, giving into what he has wanted to say from the moment you got into the car together.

His eyes are fixed on yours and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Hearing him so confidently confess how he is feeling after so long is such a relief. It makes you want to just tell him you love him right here and now.

“I know things are complicated…but, I really don't want to not have you in my life…” Luke adds as tears begin to well in his eyes, catching you both off guard.

“Oh Lukey.” you whisper as you hold his face in your hands, your heart melting at the sight of him. 

Luke places his hands on your wrists, pulling them away from his face as he finally leans into you. 

His lips hit yours with an intensity that you have never felt before from him. His hands move away from yours, and to the base of your neck, gently pulling you closer into him as he deepens the kiss. 

Your eyes are glued shut as you are entranced by his lips finally being connected with yours as his tongue dances around in your mouth. 

Needing to have your hands on him, you reach up to brush his face with your thumbs and then begin gently tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, causing him to lustfully groan deep into your mouth. Your mind is filled with excitement and intensity as the moment grows in mutual desire.

“I needed you baby.” You say rushedly, disconnecting with him for only a moment.

Luke smiles against your lips as you connect again, and he places his left hand on your hip, massaging his fingers into your side. You lift yourself lightly onto the centre-console, desperate to be as close to him as you can get, and he lowers his hand just below your ass to help support you.

Although being in the close quarters of Luke's car while having such a monumental conversation about your relationship was not quite ideal, you were so thankful for it at this moment.

“I needed you too.” Luke says after coming up for air, and you just stare at him with a dizzy smile, your head reeling with arousal.

He pecks your lips a few times before lowering his head to your collarbone, gently kissing your neck and leaving red marks where he most definitely has before.

Your giggles fill the car as he continues expeditiously exploring your body, wanting to savour every moment of your presence and relishing in the way he is pleasing you.

Luke looks up at you with a smile before his eyebrows furrow and he is distracted by something behind you, causing you to whip your head around to look out your window, immensely alarmed at his expression. 

Luke lightly lets go of you, allowing you to sit properly in your seat and as your eyes focus on the window, the sight of a kind-looking restaurant hostess tapping on the glass outside of your door almost sends you reeling into a panic. 

Luke quickly reassures you with a laugh, placing his hand on your arm and starting the car before beginning to roll your window down for them to speak.

“I am so sorry if I startled you, but our restaurant has closed, which means we can no longer allow you to park here, as free parking ends at midnight.” the hostess explains politely while pointing to the sign posted on the brick wall just in front of Luke's car. 

“Thanks Ma’am. We’re so s-sorry.” Luke pauses to hide his face, clearly hiding that he is about to break into laughter.

“We’ll leave right aw-” Luke laughs out, hardly able to finish his sentence before being sent into a fit of silent laughter.

“We’re so sorry. Have a good night!” you say more seriously, trying to make up for the completely unserious boy beside you.

“Goodnight guys!” the hostess says as she walks away, leaving you completely embarrassed and also scared half to death.

Luke continues dying of laughter and is hunched over the steering wheel as you punch his arm repeatedly to get his attention.

“That was awful! Why are you laughing so hard!” you say unimpressed, but still unable to hold back laughter of your own after seeing him look up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Fuck. I can't get over your face.” Luke says as he begins to come down a little, wiping the tears from his eyes. You just shake your head and begin to buckle your seatbelt, not taking any chances of having to be asked to leave once more.

“Fuck.” he says once more with a sigh, relaxing in his seat and looking over to you with a genuine smile before patting your thigh reassuringly.

You look to Luke expectantly and he stares back at you with a smirk before kissing your lips passionately, catching you off guard. 

Your hands are drawn to his face as he nudges your chin with his, causing you to lean into him even further before he pulls away from you abruptly.

“Can I take you home?” Luke asks with lust in eyes as he brushes his thumb across your cheek, admiring every single feature on your face. His words having a different meaning to both of you than they have previously tonight.

“For real this time?? Because you know we cant sit in this parking lot any longer…” you say jokingly as Luke rolls his eyes at you and begins to put his seatbelt on.

“Yes, for real this time.” He retorts. His right hand eagerly finding yours as he interlocks your fingers with his, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a tender kiss before finally driving off.

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[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Chapter One

chapter warnings: none!

since i posted a chapter of sinematic last night i thought it would only be fair to post this chapter early too!! (also because this one's a little slow, but things really start in the next chapter which will be out on friday AND IM SO EXCITED <3 trust the process!!)

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It was finally the evening before your flight to LA, the months passed by in the blink of an eye so you were now panicking as you started packing at the last minute.

However, it wasn’t just the packing you were panicking about, or the fact you would inevitably be seeing Noah again. 

It was the notice you received through your door a few days ago. 

An eviction notice. 

At first you thought it was a mistake, you’d never been behind on your rent, never did anything wrong. But as you read it you saw it was because they were going to be doing some serious repairs to the whole apartment building, and they didn’t know how long it would take. 

You had until the end of the month to find somewhere to go, and with no friends who live nearby to stay with, no savings to put a deposit down on a new place, you were sure you’d be homeless by the end of the month. 

The only hope you had was that Bryan would have a solution, yet you hated having to fall back and rely on him when your life turned to shit. He had his own life to live, his own problems to face. You shouldn’t have to depend on him, but you were both always there to help each other out in times like these. That's what best friends were for after all.

By the time you had finally finished packing it was well past midnight, and the weight of exhaustion was beginning to settle in. Still, your mind refused to quiet down. Every time you shut your eyes, thoughts of tomorrow, of seeing them again, of seeing him, crept in like unwelcome guests.

What would he say if he saw you? Would he even say anything? Would he even look at you?

Was he doing okay? Was he coping better than you? What did he look like now? 

Was there still a chance at mending things?

You rolled onto your side, staring at the dim glow of your phone on the nightstand. As you checked it, you were met with an empty notification bar, like usual. For a moment, you wondered what he would do if your name popped up on his phone, would he reply? What would he think? What would he do? Was he waiting for it the way you were waiting for him?

Eventually, exhaustion won. Your eyes finally fell shut, and you drifted into another dreamless sleep. 

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The sound of your alarm blaring suddenly jolted you awake.

Your heart lurched as you scrambled for your phone, your brain still sluggish from sleep. The screen read 7am, and your flight was only a few hours away

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit-”

You shot out of bed, nearly tripping over your suitcase as you stumbled into the bathroom. There was no time for breakfast, no time for anything except throwing on the first semi-clean outfit you could find and shoving your last-minute essentials into your bag.

By the time you managed to get out the door and into a cab, your hands were still shaking from the sheer panic and rush of the morning.

The ride to the airport was a blur of checking the time every thirty seconds and internally cursing yourself for not waking up earlier. When you finally arrived, you bolted through security, barely making it to your gate before final boarding was called.

You boarded the plane and collapsed into your seat, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. 

It was only when the plane took off that the realisation truly hit that you were going back to all those familiar faces, back to your old friends. You felt sick with nerves, but there was absolutely no turning back now. 

The flight was long, but you barely noticed. Between the occasional in-flight announcement and the quiet conversations around you, your mind kept looping back to the same thought.

Would he be there?

It was stupid to think so. You knew Matt would be the one picking you up, he had already confirmed it. But a small, foolish part of you still held onto the possibility. That maybe, just maybe, Noah would be there too.

But then again, why would he? What reason did he have, unless it was to force you turn back around and go home.

Did he even know you were coming?

When the plane touched down in LA, nerves settled deep in your stomach. You grabbed your carry-on, your legs feeling slightly unsteady as you stepped off the plane and made your way through the terminal, collecting your suitcase. 

And then, just like before

“Y/n?”

Your head snapped up.

“Matt!” 

There he stood, arms crossed, that familiar grin on his face, and that hat that never seemed to leave his head.

He looked the same. A little more tanned, maybe. A little more relaxed. But he was still the same Matt.

"Great to see you again." He smiled.

"I've missed you!" Relief flooded through you, and before you could think twice, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

“Missed you too.” Matt chuckled, hugging you back.

You let out a breath, pulling away.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your suitcase. “I'll show you to the car.”

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The drive from the airport was spent in a comfortable quiet when the two of you weren’t chatting, it almost felt like no time had passed at all, like nothing had happened. Matt had always been good at that, making things feel normal even when they weren’t.

“Folio’s gonna be stoked to see you,” he said, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel at a red light. “He wouldn’t shut up about it when I told him you were coming.”

That made you smile. You had missed him too.

“He’s going to make me go on that stupid fishing trip isn’t he?” You chuckled. 

“Yep.” Matt grinned, before glancing over at you, his expression softening. “Are you nervous?”

“Well, I’ve never been fishing before so I don’t know what to expect, maybe-”

“Not that…” Matt chuckled, “I meant seeing him.”

You hesitated for a second, staring out the window.

“A little.”

“You’ll be fine,” he assured you. “I mean, it’s not like you murdered his dog or something.”

You snorted. 

“Just his heart.”

Matt winced. 

“Okay, well, when you put it like that…”

The silence that followed was brief but heavy. You knew Matt didn’t like to pick sides, he didn’t want to be caught in the middle of something that wasn’t his business, and as much as he cared about you, Noah was his best friend.

"So, I've heard different stories, but what actually happened that night?"

You took a deep breath, but as soon as you thought back to that night, it was as if you were reliving it all over again.

“I... I can explain…” You stuttered. 

“Oh, you can?” Noah raised his eyebrows, looking down at you with an expression you had never seen on him before, “What the fuck is there to explain?!”

“But…”

“No!” He shouted, and you could see his eyes fill with tears, “I knew it all along. I fucking knew it!" He scoffed, a humourless laugh falling from his lips, "You’ve been lying to me. For three goddamn months?! And this is how I find out?!"

There was nothing you could do, nothing you could say.

"And you had the fucking audacity to tell me you loved me last night? Was that just a lie too? Huh?”

“No!” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hand, “I was going to tell V-”

“I don’t care. I don't fucking care! I trusted you. Y/n, I trusted you. You know exactly how my last relationship ended, and you still do this to me? If that isn’t the biggest fuck you then I don’t know what is.” 

“Can I please have a chance to explain-”

“No! Nothing you can do or say will fix the fact that you’ve been screwing him the entire time we’ve been together!”

“Hey,” Angela piped up, “The two of you were never actually together.”

“That’s not the point, and stay out of this, this is between us." Noah points at you, "You have told me time and time again that there was nothing going on between you and Vin, you were insisting you were just friends, but you were just lying straight to my face! The both of you! I was stupid enough to believe you because I loved you!” 

“Noah, I was scared!” You cry, “It wasn't meant to happen and then... I couldn't stop and... I was scared I’d lose you if you found out! I didn't want-” 

“So I wasn’t good enough for you?” He scoffed, throwing his head back in anger, running a shaky hand through his hair, “I wasn’t enough?”

“No! Noah, please, can we go somewhere else and talk about this?”

“No. You’ve said enough. You've done enough.” He said, shaking his head. You watch a stray tear roll down his cheek, and you feel your heart break into a million pieces. “We’re done, whatever we are, whatever you thought we were, it’s over. I’ve spent years protecting myself from this, because this isn’t the first time I’ve been lied to like this, and you know it. I can’t believe you.”

And with that, he took his keys and left. You wanted to chase him out, follow him and apologise, but your legs wouldn't take you, leaving you to cry your heart out in Angela’s arms.

Judging by your silence, Matt apologised, assuming it was still a sore topic even months down the line.

“Y’know, Folio’s moved! He's staying with Noah at the moment.”

“He is?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, he’s looking to get his own place, so it’s just a temporary fix for now, but they’ve just adopted a cat so I don’t see him moving out anytime soon.” 

“Really,” you chuckled, “I didn’t see Folio as the cat type.”

“I don’t think they were even supposed to get him, but then Noah saw his name was Tommy and he couldn’t resist. They keep talking about getting more, naming them Arthur, Michael and John.”

“They’re naming them after the peaky blinders?” You snorted, “That’s the most Noah thing I think I’ve ever heard.” 

It wasn’t too long before Matt pulled into the driveway of his house. He took your suitcase and led you through his home, giving you a quick tour as he walked you down to the room where you would be staying for the week.

The guest room was tucked away at the end of the hall. It wasn’t big, but it was definitely cozy. There was a small bed, a dresser and a TV on the wall, so what more could you ask for?

“If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask,” Matt said, setting your suitcase down. “Make yourself at home!"

“Thanks, Matt.” You said sincerely.

He gave you a nod. 

“You should get some rest, you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

You didn’t argue, because he was right. 

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You didn’t know what to expect when Matt said he’d let you stay with him whilst you were in LA, but your day had been quite pleasant. 

You woke up around 8, took a shower and unpacked your suitcase before Alyson came in to tell you they were going to go out for lunch, their last lunch together before the wedding, so you would be left home alone.

You didn’t mind this, but there was one person whose company you craved. So you gave him a call, asking if he wanted to come over.

“Y/n!” Folio beamed, his arms wrapping around you, your feet lifting off the ground as he gave you the most intense hug you’ve had in a while. 

“Nick!” You laughed, “Put me down!” 

He apologised, and you stepped aside to let him come in. 

“How have you been?” He asked as he followed you into the living room. 

“Eh, I’ve been okay,” you say, taking a seat on the sofa, “I’ve missed you, and all the guys.” 

“Noah?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You gave him a look and he understood, noting not to talk about him again. 

“Sorry,” he said, “Have you… y’know… gotten back out there? Gone on any dates?”

“Uh… No not really, I haven’t felt like it.” 

“No?... Me either.” He sighed, “It’s hard trying to move on when you’ve still got feelings and you know they haven’t- I’m not speaking for Noah here but, y’know. It’s been over a year since my ex left, and I still don’t feel like trying again.” 

“I know what you mean.” You frowned, “It’s going to be tough seeing him tomorrow. If I don’t turn up you’ll know why.” You chuckled, but Folio knew there was a seriousness to it. 

“It’s going to be okay,” he reassured you, “You don’t even have to talk to him. You’re sitting with me!”

“I am?” You smiled. 

“Yeah!”

“Well that’s a relief,” you smiled, “...So Matt told me you’ve got a cat.” 

“Oh, Tommy!” He reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out to show you a picture of his black and white cat.

“Awh, he’s adorable!” 

“He’s a little bitch,” Folio scoffed, “Don’t let that cute little face deceive you!” 

You laughed, but then something in your chest made you ask the question you were dreading the answer to. 

“So… How’s Noah been?” 

“...Not too good.” Folio confessed, “He’s doing a lot better now, but when we finally got back from the tour last year I don’t think he talked to any of us for a couple months, and then when he did it was because he had a song he needed us for. He was barely eating, barely sleeping, so that’s why I moved in, I couldn’t let him spiral. Not alone!”

“But he’s okay now though, right?”

“Yeah he’s doing great now,” he nodded, “So I’ve been thinking about moving out, but it’s so expensive out here!”

“Hey, why don’t we look together?” You suggested, an idea sparking in your brain, “I got an eviction notice the other day, I need to be out by the end of the month. I have nowhere else to go, I don’t have much money saved…” 

“Yeah!” He grinned, “That’ll be sick! It’ll almost be like the old days when all the guys lived together!” 

“Are you sure?” You smiled, “I don’t want you to think you have to live with me. I just need to get out of my place as soon as possible-” 

“No, I think it’ll be great! It’ll be fun!” 

“But then who’ll custody of Tommy? You or Noah?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck!” 

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It was now the evening, Matt and Alyson came back after lunch, but she left again not long after to go to the hotel she was staying at with her bridesmaids to get ready for the wedding.

This left you, Matt, Folio and Bryan (who had come over as soon as he found out you were there) at Matt’s house. 

“Are you nervous?” You ask Matt out of the blue, turning your head away from the show playing on the TV.

“I’m shitting myself.” He laughed, “But I’m excited.” 

“It’s just a wedding!” Bryan said from the other couch, taking a sip of his drink.

“Have you ever got married before, Bry?” Matt raised an eyebrow, “All the months of planning, organising, booking, this day’s been put on some kind of pedestal and now it’s actually here- almost.”

“I’m so excited for you,” you smiled, your hand reaching Matt’s, “I’ve never known two people to be so right for each other.” 

As soon as Folio opened his mouth, you knew you weren't going to like what he was about to say.

“What about you and N-” 

You stopped him mid sentence, giving him a hard stare, and he quickly shut up, his attention turning back to the TV.

That's what I thought.

...

Across town, Noah was sat with Ruffilo, watching an old show in the living room, but Noah wasn’t really paying attention to the TV. His mind kept drifting back to tomorrow. To the wedding.

Nicholas could sense that something was off, and he had a pretty good idea of what- or rather, who- was on Noah’s mind.

"Everything okay?" Ruffilo asked, leaning back on the couch, his eyes glancing at Noah, picking up on the unease.

Noah snapped out of his thoughts and turned to face him.

"Yeah, just thinking."

There was a long pause. Noah wasn’t sure how to phrase the question that had been gnawing at him all night. Finally, he asked, his voice a little quieter than usual, hesitant as if the answer might change everything.

"Is she going to be there tomorrow?"

Ruffilo immediately knew who Noah meant. The question hung heavy in the air, but he wasn’t sure if it would be the right thing to tell Noah. He didn’t want him to back out of the wedding if he knew you were going to be there.

"I’m not sure," Nicholas said, carefully choosing his words. "Matt hasn’t said anything."

Noah nodded slowly, exhaling deeply, and returned his gaze to the TV. His mind was elsewhere, but the question still lingered.

Suddenly, the living room door opened, and their attention was drawn elsewhere.

"Babe, I finally picked up my dress for your friends wedding tomorrow, wanna see?"

Noah sighed, hesitating before nodding his head, getting up from the couch to follow Amy up the stairs.

But even as he watched his girlfriend try on her dress, his mind was still on somebody else.

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hi can you please write a one shot of kwon x fem! reader who has strict parents and one day kwon helps her escape her house to go with him? tysm if you do this!

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a/n: ok guys by tomorrow im gonna be editing these posts and make them actually worth looking at, no lazing off this time 😭 but i like this idea actually. ive heard some songs that would relate to a scenario like this, whoever you are anon, ur a genius fr

The tension in your house was unbearable.

Your parents, being both professionals, always pushed you to meet their expectations. They barely gave you freedom, let alone make your own choices as you grew up.

It felt so suffocating, so tiring. You were so sure you would end up going crazy any day by now.

What kind of parents were so strict they always had to monitor every. single. thing of their child’s life?

Yours.

And that was why you couldn’t wait to escape.

The night was thick with silence, creating a heavy atmosphere. You laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling before turning your head to the side, where the window was.

The moon hung low in the sky— a soft, silvery glow adorning the rows of houses underneath. You got up slowly, careful not to wake your parents. The walls were pretty thin, which only made it more difficult for you to have privacy, as they could hear almost every little thing you would do.

As you got closer, you opened it. The cool, chilly air embracing your body as the breeze played with your hair.

Outside your window, the world was silent. The leaves swayed gently on the trees, the streetlights being dim and faint in the distance, barely cutting through the darkness.

You began to think. About your future, your parents, and your boyfriend,

Kwon Jae-Sung.

It seemed impossible to get into a relationship due to your overbearing parents, but you managed somehow, and haven’t gotten caught so far– which made it the perfect reason to leave.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the rush of adrenaline clashing with the quiet serenity of the night. Would it be worth the risk? Leave behind your future, your goals, everything just for some silly romance?

Every step you took felt like glass so fragile, that with one little mistake, would break.

You focused again on the scenery outside, just beyond the houses, staring at the open gate in front of you. So close, yet so far away at the same time.

The night seemed to be endless, full of possibilities—if you just took another step.

And you did.

Cautiously going back to your bed, you picked up your phone, just as you received a new message—it was him.

I’m outside. Can you get out on your own or need help?

Stay there. Your fingers quickly tapped the screen. I can manage

This was it. There was no turning back now.

Grabbing your bag and shoes on, you took a deep breath and began to climb out the window, heartbeat pounding in your ears with each movement you took. You held onto a nearby tree before stepping down, finally touching the ground.

Without bothering to look back, you ran away.

Kwon was standing outside of the car, a smile forming on his face as he noticed you.

“You made it,” He said softly, holding onto your hand as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “I don’t know what the hell is going to happen now,” You blurted out, having mixed feelings between anxiety and excitement.

“I told you I’d get you out. ” He whispered, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. “And I will.”

As you both got in the car, Kwon started the engine, driving away. You looked back at your house one last time.

For the first time in years, you finally felt free.

[cloudcountry]

As one Ritsu fan to another. Family life headcanons with this nerd? What you think it'd look like? Mm?

SUMMARY: a day in the life of the shinjo family.

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At 7am on the dot, Ritsu wakes up with you by his side. You’re still sleeping soundly but he knows you will wake up soon too. After all, he knows your schedule like the back of his hand!

He stays in bed until you awake, sleepily staring at your face. Your eyes flutter open and you go warm when you notice his gaze, but he doesn’t let you hide under the bedsheets.

He tells you he loves you at exactly 7:15am. You tell him you love him too and then coax him out of bed.

He continues to watch you, observing the way you stretch out your arms and legs. Your joints pop and Ritsu has half a mind to keep you in bed and massage you, but he doesn’t.

The two of you split. Ritsu heads to the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee, and you go to wake up your child. He can hear your soft cooing and the grumpy mumbles of your child as they awaken.

At 7:30am, your family is sitting at the table and eating breakfast. The morning newspaper is open on the table as he sips his coffee, flying through each article.

If your child eats or drinks too fast, he’ll remind them to slow down and chew their food. Don’t think you’ll get away with it either! The ring on your finger does not protect you from nagging.

By 8am, he’s on his way to work. At 9am, he arrives, and he knows he will spend approximately two and a half hours of it thinking of you and your child.

Ritsu leaves work at around 5pm. He heads home and arrives at around 6pm, when your child is back from school.

You greet him with a kiss at the door, having just got back from whatever you did that day, whether it was working or not.

The two of you make dinner together. Your child sits at the table and does their homework while they wait.

They occasionally yell questions to their dad, who answers them while chopping up vegetables. You smile at their interactions.

Shinjo family dinner is nice. You remember what it was like having dinner with his parents, and how it almost felt suffocating. You hope when your child has a partner, it won’t feel like that.

Once dinner is over, your child starts getting ready for bed all on their own. Ritsu helps them to bed and read them a bedtime story. You listen to his monotone voice acting that makes your child giggle.

Ritsu stays with your child for a little while longer after they’ve fallen asleep. You’ve started getting ready for bed already, organizing his files and brushing your teeth.

He thanks you for being such a wonderful spouse when he goes to bed. He does so every night, and it never gets old. You kiss him, and it never gets old for him, either.

Tomorrow, it will be the same routine, until the weekend comes and your family can attend an opera showing of Carmen—the opera Ritsu recommended to you when you two were still just friends at Darkwick.

[poetlus]

“SIBLING RIVALRY” — katsuki bakugo & sibling!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being away from home, katsuki comes back for winter break. he reunites with his sibling, y/n, who’s missed him. when he realizes how bad him leaving affected y/n, he makes a proposal.

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

A/N: requested!! i wish i could find the blog to tag them, but i lost it :( im so sorry. hopefully u see this requester, cus i really enjoyed writing it!! proofread by @sepptember & @lemkay-luminary :)

“Mom, when is Katsuki coming back?” You asked as you took a nibble of the snack in your hand. You’re both on the couch, sitting arms length apart.

“It should be some time tomorrow, what with New Year’s and all. If that kid doesn’t come to see us for the holiday, I swear he’s gonna get it the next time I see him.” You giggled at your mom’s response, making her laugh too.

“I miss him, ma.” You say as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Me too. Miss that kid like crazy.” She brings you closer to her, rubbing your back.

“He’s, like, my inspiration, y’know. I wanna be a hero just like him.”

“Meh, maybe without all the yelling? He’s gonna give civilians a serious headache if he doesn’t cut that out.” You giggled again, this time in agreement with your mom. You leaned your head on your mothers shoulder, her pajama shirt acting as a pillow. You yawned, thinking about your childhood with Katsuki. It was always filled with laughter and banter. You hoped nothing would change when he came back, although it was very likely that things would. After all, you're both getting older, you’re both maturing. Change was inevitable. After almost drifting off to sleep multiple times, you finally decided it was time for bed.

When you woke up the next morning, it was a little after 7am. You didn’t expect to wake up this early, but you figured it was just your body’s way of telling you that you were excited to see your brother.

You got up and started your morning routine. You took a shower, made some breakfast, and then scrolled on your phone until about 9.

Then, you heard your front door open.

“Katsuki!” You heard your parents exclaim. You shot up from your bed and raced down the hall, nearly slipping on a carpet and crashing into the corner of a wall.

“Holy crap, it’s really you!” You shouted when your eyes fell on your brother. You ran up to him and acted like you were going in for a hug. Right before you made contact with him, you smacked his arm. Hard.

“Why haven’t you been responding to my texts?! Is it that busy at UA? Surely you have some time to respond, so why is it that I’m constantly on delivered?? You think you’re too good to text me back, now that you’re almost a pro-hero? Is that it?!” You barked.

“Quit hounding me, will ya?!” Your brother shouted back, smacking your arm back. You jumped back and rubbed the tender spot.

“Hey! That hurt, you ass!”

“Yeah?! Good! I wouldn’t have smacked you if you didn’t hit me first!”

“Well I wouldn’t have smacked you if you had just responded to my texts!”

Your sibling banter went on for another minute, your mom finally tearing the two of you apart.

“God dammit, you kids are no different than when Katsuki was living here! Can’t you just get along?!” The two of you glared at your mom, who was glaring right back— as if she was daring one of you to say something.

“We missed you, Katsuki.” Your dad said from the kitchen, breaking the semi-awkward silence.

“Missed you too, dad.” Bakugo grumbled. He then pushed past you and went to his room, you followed him.

Once you reached his room, you leaned against the doorframe as he set his bag down.

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Listen, I’ve just been caught up in hero work, okay? I’m not meaning to ignore you. I always am thinking about you, mom, and dad. You know that— don’t be dumb.” Another awkward quietness fell over the room.

“How’s it here without me?” He asked you.

“It’s really quiet. Kinda unnerving, not gonna lie. It’s like…too quiet. How’s it at UA?”

“It’s good. The dorms are good. The guy I have a room next to is like, my friend or whatever. How’s school?”

“Ooh, a friend? What’s his name? Is he cute?”

“His names Kirishima, and no. He has the weirdest hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“No. Shut up.”

“Ugh, you suck. Have you met any real pros?”

“Duh, a bunch. My teachers Erasurehead— I’ve even met All Might.”

“Woah, no way! How’s that?? Is he as cool in person?!”

“Hell yeah he is.” Bakugo smirked. “You never answered my question.” He looked up at you from his spot on the bed.

“What question?”

“How’s school?” His brow furrowed, as if he felt like he was being tricked.

“Oh,” You huffed slightly. “It’s okay. Boring.”

“Yeah? You make any friends at least?”

“Um.. yeah I guess.”

“You guess? Whatdya mean you guess?”

“I dunno..” You looked like you were going to keep talking, but you stopped yourself.

“Gettin’ good grades?” Katsuki changed the subject. “Ya can’t get into UA without good grades.”

“Mhm,” Katsuki sighed.

“What’s with the dry responses, assface? You were so bubbly just now when we were talking about me.” he, clearly frustrated with your change in demeanor.

“It’s nothing, dickwad,” You returned his energy back, but then quieted down again. “I just feel like we aren’t as close anymore. Ever since you got into UA, you’ve changed so much. You’re a lot more…serious. Not like when you were living here. And now, especially when you’re in the dorms, we’re even further from you. It’s like you’re gettin’ to be a stranger.” You quickly realized how much you confessed and stiffened up.

“But— but forget about it! I don’t care that much anyways.” You turned around and began to walk out of Katsuki’s room, the tips of your ears and the apples of your cheeks warming quicker than you expected.

As you stepped foot out of your brother’s room, you heard his voice.

“Hey, come back!” You stopped and turned around. “What makes you say that, huh? I’m not a stranger, I’m your brother. I’m always gonna be with you.”

“What makes me say that is the fact that you left me here. I don’t have anybody to talk to when I don’t want to talk to mom or dad. I’m alone, Katsuki.”

Your brother sighed and motioned you to come sit beside him on his bed. When you did, he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer to him.

“I know I left you. You think I don’t feel bad about that?” You were quiet as tears began to blur your vision. “I think about you every day. I really do mean it when I say I’m too busy to respond, but I am thinking about you. The whole reason I left is because I’m thinking about you. Saving you, protecting you, being your hero.” A tear formed in your eye and fell onto your leg.

“Quit cryin, you big loser.” He took his arm off of you and playfully bumped your shoulder.

“I love you Katsuki.” You said as you wiped your tears and sniffled.

“I love you too, kid.” your brother’s words were soft spoken and gentle. “I’ll make you a deal.” You perked up in confusion, the tears from before quickly drying up.

“If you promise— and I mean cross your heart— that you won’t embarrass me in front of my friends, I’ll talk to Mr. Aizawa about bringing you to UA for a day. You can babysit Eri or something.”

“What?! You mean it?!” You gasped lightly.

“Only if you promise!” He shouted.

“I promise, I promise! Cross my heart!” You yelled back, gesturing to the right side of your chest.

“Alright.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day with your parents, eating a delicious home cooked meal and spending quality time together. Once it got dark, the four of you all retreated to your rooms after a long day. You were watching a movie when you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N,” Katsuki’s muffled voice said.

“What?” You called from the other side of the door.

“Can I stay the night in here?” He opened it, revealing him in his black band tee and plaid pajama pants. You smiled.

“Sure, but I’m not giving up my bed. You can sleep on the floor.” He huffed, unsatisfied with your answer.

“But your bed’s so comfortable! You got the memory foam mattress!” He whined.

“Too bad, so sad. Take it or leave it, stupid.” Katsuki sighed and walked towards you, flopping onto your bed anyways.

“No! Katsuki, get off!” You shouted as you realized what was happening too late. You attempted to push him off of your bed, but to no avail. He was staying on that damned bed whether you liked it or not.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

christmas stocking

words: 1.3k

warnings: established relationship, reader has really good relationship with parents, implied bad family situation for rafe, christmas celebrations

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“hey momma.” you say with a smile as you answer the phone, clicking it to speaker so you continue to work. 

“hi baby girl!” your moms voice rings out through the speaker. “did you figure out what time you're leaving?”

“looks like tomorrow at 10 am, then we should be to yours by dinner.” you hum, glancing at the clock while continuing to pack up. “oh, change of plans by the way. rafe is coming with me.” 

“oh yay!” your mom squeals. she only met rafe once when she came to visit you in the outer banks at your new house, but it was so early on in your relationship that she didn't really get to know him well, and things are a lot more serious now. “i can't wait to have my babies home for christmas.”

“does that mean andrew will be able to make it?” you ask, inquiring about your brother.

“they'll be here, but leaving the day after christmas for his wife's family.” 

“okay, that sounds good. itll be nice to have the four of us back together, plus rafe and diana.” you hum. ever since your brother went away for college when he turned 18, and you left two short years after to move to the outer banks, it was hard to get the whole family together, even for the holidays. you spent the last two christmases in the outer banks, one spent alone in your new house, the other with the camerons.

you were shocked by how different their christmas was than what you were used to. it was cold and devoid of any traditions besides what was seemingly forced on the kids of the family. you ultimately had a good time with rafe, but you missed the familiarity and fun that you had with your family. 

rafe was originally going to stay in the outer banks, not wanting to intrude on your family, but you finally convinced him last night that everyone would be happy to have him.

“okay so tell me about what i can get for rafe.” your mom says, and you just know she's bent over the counter with a notepad and pen in hand, not wanting rafe to be left out of opening presents.

--

“ready to go rafey?” you ask, looking at the back of the car, trunk filled with your suitcases, while the back seat has already wrapped presents, both for your family and ones for rafe, as well as his for you.

“i am. last chance to say if you forgot something.”

“nope.” you shake your head, “ive gone over my checklist three different times.”

“alright, off to your parents then.” rafe says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your lips before taking off down the road.

--

“can we stop? i gotta pee.” you say, looking at the sign for an upcoming rest stop.

“again?” rafe sighs, but there's a small smile gracing his features as he turns the indicator on, pulling off to the road stop.

you hop out of the car, but rafe follows right behind you, not letting you go in by yourself, always extra cautious when you're out in public, especially away from the outer banks. 

“gonna get us snacks.” rafe says, keeping his eye on you as you head into the bathroom, only turning to the vending machines when you disappear behind the tile wall. 

--

“hey baby.” rafe says softly, stroking over your thigh to wake you up. “we're almost there.”

you stretch with a yawn, rubbing at your tired eyes. you blink them open, realizing the roads are now familiar, about to pull off the highway at your home town exit.

“thanks for driving, rafey.” you say, leaning over the center console to give him a kiss on the cheek. you clean up the car a bit while he finishes the drive, gathering up the wrappers of the chips and snacks and shoving them into a bag to throw away later.

“im so excited.” you say as rafe turns down your road, and your parents house comes into view.

“i can’t wait to get to know them.” rafe says, pulling into the driveway. you can’t help the squeal you let out in excitement as you rush out as soon as the car is in park, briefly turning your head to make sure rafe is following you as you step onto the porch, not bothering to know before flinging open the door, knowing that your parents are no doubt waiting right inside for you.

“mom! dad!” you shout, jumping into their arms as they swallow you into a comforting hug. you press a kiss to both of their cheeks before turning to rafe.

“i brought these for you.” rafe sticks forward his hand, in it a bouquet of flowers, presenting them to your mother.

“oh, rafe, darling you shouldn’t have.” your mom coos, pulling rafe into a hug before rushing into the kitchen to place the flowers into a vase. rafe gives your dad a firm handshake before offering to help carry in your bags.

you smile and look out the door as they chat casually, happy that rafe seems to be fitting in instantly.

--

“its just so different.” rafe says softly, stroking his hand absentmindedly over your back as you’re curled up next to him on the couch.

“what do you mean?” you hum, pressing your lips against his shoulder, even though you can guess what he’s talking about.

“your family is just so… easy going. and you all get along so well.” rafe says, looking around the living room at your parents sharing a couch, and your brother and his wife sitting in matching armchairs, all chatting happily amongst themselves.

“im lucky to have such an amazing family.” you say, looking to rafe. “and that you’re a part of it.” “i dont want to intrude though, baby. so if you have any traditions you want to be just amongst your-” “shh.” you cut rafe off, a smile on your face. “we all want you here. my mom was so excited when i told her you were coming. you love me right?” you ask, which rafe of course nods. “and we are planning to be together forever right? so of course my family is going to want you around, to include you in our traditions.” “sorry, dears, i couldn't help but overhear.” your mom says with a slightly blush to her cheeks. “forgive me for eavesdropping, but i actually have a gift for you rafe.”

rafe begins to say that he doesn’t need any gifts, but your mom cuts him off with a quick stern look, one he’s seen in you many times.

your mom returns to the room with a small wrapped box in her hands.

“thank you.” rafe says sincerely, setting the box on his lap. you smile, already knowing what is inside, seeing it before when andrew first brought diana to christmas celebrations.

rafe opens the box carefully, attempting not to rip the paper and make a mess, aware of the eyes on him.

“a christmas stocking.” rafe says with a smile as he pulls it out. you wait for him to notice, and you can tell from his body language the second his eyes read over his own name, hand stitched by your mother, signifying rafes place in the family. he tenses for a second before melting completely, body slumping against yours.

you wrap your arms around rafe, knowing this is an emotional moment for him, his moment where he realizes how loved and accepted he is.

“we are so happy you’re a part of our family, rafe.” your mom says, accepting his hug when he stands to embrace her and thank her for the gift, looking to the mantelpiece with all of the family stockings hanging, where his will soon join.

your dad strikes up a conversation with andrew, and you know its to take some of the pressure and attention off rafe as he ducks his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin there.

“i told you you wouldn’t be intruding.” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe says sarcastically. “you’re right.” you give him a look, before he concedes with a nod. “as always.”