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monzabee · 1 year

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déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) – ln4

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Summary: The one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

Pairing: lando norris x bestfriend!reader (nicknamed Tink)

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut elements but no actual smut, cursing, pining and of course fluff!

Request: “Haiiii. I love your style of writing Lando and feel like you would 100% do a request justice to scratch the itch in my brain Reader and him have been childhood friends, mutual pining with some sexual tension but never crossed lines other than a new years kiss with friends etc. So reader ends up training and qualifying as a physio/masseuse and travelling with Lando bc fun besties on tour together yay! Thinking she ends up getting to know his body really well from that and has to massage some intimate area- tension builds blah. They have a cosy night in together after front row quali to prep for the race, face masks cuddles bc really physically comfortable together and then some confessions happen. After this going out to celebrate home race (not jinxing tomorrow!!) and reader ends up dancing with another driver, Lando gets jealous fully opens up and they go home together (as much detail on that as you feel comfortable with) No probs if it’s something you don’t feel inspired to write! Pls continue writing whatever you love because I love to read your stuff!!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! am i back after a literal month of no fics?? i hope so!! thank you so much for being patient with me you guysi i appreciate it, and i just want to say that this was the first time i wrote for lando (and you can definitely thank @userlando and her lando brainrot posts for that) and i’m kind of obsessed!! so as always, thank you to the anon for the request, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Being friends with Lando has resulted in both of you getting in trouble way too many times, you realise. The most recent case? The both of you ended up in a supply closet nearby the Aston Martin hospitality, hiding from a very, very, angry Spaniard. The close proximity and the limited space wouldn’t have been a big issue, for if Lando wasn’t looking at you with that look in his eyes. Under normal other circumstances, your reaction would’ve been much more different to the one you give him now – which is a glare that shows him you are not happy with the situation the both of you are in.

You’re about to scold him, but the words on your tongue quickly die as he presses his index finger to your lips. “I know you’re about to yell at me,” he whispers as he tries to keep his voice as low as possible, “but I really don’t want to be found right now.”

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before, you bloody idiot.” You hiss while slapping his hand away, which wins you a mock pout in return. “Why would you play that song every time he walked into a room?”

“It’s his name,” Lando tries to reason, “I thought he’d be used to it by now!”

Here’s the sitch. Lando, being the absolute prankster he is, decided to play ‘Fernando’ every time his former teammate entered into a room that morning – which resulted in the Spaniard becoming more and more annoyed with him until he snapped and Lando had to find himself a hiding place. How did you get roped into this, you may ask? You have absolutely no idea, other than your best friend dragging you into a nearby storage closet as you were walking back to the McLaren hospitality after meeting up with some of your friends for a cup of coffee. And now? The two of you are stuck inside a closet which is obviously too small for you both, and Lando has to bend his neck in an uncomfortable position.

“Lando,” you whisper in an attempt to keep your voice down, “don’t bend your head like that, you’ll strain something.”

“Well it’s not exactly comfortable, Tink.” He grimaces as one of the shelves hit his neck, which causes him to let out a low groan.

Ignoring the nickname he’s used for years, you motion him to move lower. “Just– let me see, okay?”

He begrudgingly nods as he bends his body towards you to accommodate you. You let your fingers run across his skin to find any knots along his shoulders. He lets out another low groan, but this one is more appreciative as you work some of the knots your fingers end up finding.

You watch as Lando’s expression changes from painful discomfort to relief as your fingers work their magic on his tense muscles. For a brief moment, it's just the two of you in the confined space, and you almost get lost in the comfortable silence. “Feels good,” Lando murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I swear you have magic hands or something.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, “I just know your body, Lando.” After realising the words that come out of your mouth, your face flushes with embarrassment at the unintended implication of your words and you scramble to add, “Not like that, I didn’t mean–”

He smirks playfully, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, really? My body, huh? You think about my body often?” he teases, his hands squeezing your waist – and being lost in the moment, you don’t even know how they ended up there.

Your cheeks grow even hotter, and you feel your heart rate quicken. “No, that's not what I meant,” you stammer, trying to regain your composure, “and you know it’s basically my job to think about, you know?”

The mischievous glint in his eyes shine brightly as he decides to play dumb, “To think about what, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat at his teasing, and you can't help but let out a small laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Don't be ridiculous, Lando,” you retort, trying to act cool despite the butterflies in your stomach. “I meant knowing your body like an expert, considering the fact that you pull a muscle every time you decide to do a physical activity.”

He chuckles, and his hands, still resting on your waist, give you a playful squeeze. "Sure, sure, Tink," he replies, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "But let's be honest, it's not just my body you know well. You practically read my mind too."

You roll your eyes, trying to playfully push him away. "Oh, please. You're not that hard to figure out."

Lando leans in a little closer, his grin still evident. "Is that so? Then tell me, oh expert of Lando Norris, what am I thinking right now?"

You raise an eyebrow, not falling for his trick. "You're probably thinking that you got away with the Fernando prank and now you owe me big time, your brain is empty most of the time."

He smirks, impressed by your response. "You're good, Tink. But you're right, I do owe you one. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You pause, the closeness between the two of you making it difficult to think clearly. "Well, for starters, maybe you can stop dragging me into your pranks and getting us into trouble," you suggest with a hint of a smile. “And I don’t know, maybe take pole for me, you know?”

As the playful banter continues, you both seem to forget about the predicament you're in. The confined space of the closet no longer feels suffocating; instead, it becomes a haven for shared laughter and camaraderie.

Just as the two of you are lost in the moment, the closet door suddenly opens, and you both freeze. The angry Spaniard stands before you once again, but this time, his expression has softened, seeing you and Lando in a surprisingly intimate moment.

"Am I interrupting something?" Fernando asks, his tone amused.

Your face turns beet red, and Lando lets out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, hey there. Just having a chat, you know."

But Fernando raises an eyebrow, still looking amused. "In a supply closet?"

You and Lando exchange a sheepish glance, realizing how the situation must appear to Fernando. "Well, we kind of got caught up in the moment," you admit, hoping he doesn't read too much into it.

Fernando chuckles, and there's a warm glint in his eyes. "I see. Well, it's none of my business, but you might want to find a less cramped place to chat next time."

You nod in agreement, grateful that Fernando seems to be taking the situation lightly. "You're right. We'll keep that in mind," you say, trying to sound casual.

Lando adds with a grin, "Yeah, and we promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on." But he’s quick to correct himself when you give him a glare, “I promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on."

Fernando chuckles again, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal. "I'd appreciate that. Anyway, carry on. I won't keep you two any longer."

As he walks away, you let out a sigh of relief. "That could have been a lot worse," you say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"Yeah, we got lucky," Lando agrees, giving you a playful nudge. "But you know what they say, Tink, nothing like a bit of closet bonding to strengthen a friendship."

You roll your eyes at his playful banter, but there's a fondness in your heart as you look at him. "You're incorrigible, Lando Norris."

He grins, "You love it, though."

You can't help but smile, knowing he's right. “Come on,” you say, “you have a quali to attend.”

The tension from the qualifying session had left you on edge, your heart pounding with every lap, and your nerves had gotten the better of you, leading to some slightly bloody nails from biting them in anticipation. But all that anxiety melts away when you see Lando step out of the car, grinning ear to ear. As soon as he catches sight of you, he opens his arms, and you don't hesitate for a moment. You rush into his embrace, holding him tightly, relieved that he's safe and thrilled that he performed so well.

"You were amazing out there!" you exclaim, unable to hide the pride in your voice. "P2, front row! That's incredible!"

Lando chuckles, his arms still wrapped around you. "I don’t know how we did it!"

You pull back slightly to look into his eyes, your heart swelling with admiration for your best friend. "I never doubted you for a second," you say earnestly.

His grin widens, and he playfully ruffles your hair. "I know you didn't. Seems like you’re my lucky charm, hm?"

“You know what that means?” You ask him return, a playful smirk on your lips.

His answer comes quickly, and his look seems to reflect your own, “Pizza and a movie?”

Your reply is just as enthusiastic as you throw your arms around him and give him a big smile, “Pizza and a movie, baby!”

Eventually, you manage to escape the whole hustle and bustle of the circuit, and you and Lando find yourselves back at the hotel, with you on the couch trying to find something to watch and him deciding to take a quick shower after the stressful day of qualifying. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. You smile to yourself, glad that Lando is taking some time to relax after such a demanding day. As you wait for him to finish, you finally settle on a movie to watch with a small grin on your face, clearly pleased with your choice. Just as you're about to start the movie, you hear the bathroom door open, and Lando emerges, looking refreshed and relaxed.

After he gets the pizza box out of the oven, he walks over to the couch, wearing sweatpants instead of his jeans, and flops down next to you. "That shower was exactly what I needed," he says with a contented sigh.

You chuckle, glancing at him, while also trying to actively ignore the fact that he’s wearing grey sweatpants. "Feeling better now?"

"Definitely," he replies, flashing you a grin. "So, what are we watching?"

“Mamma Mia,” you scoff, “of course.”

“A classic, nice.” He nods in understanding, extending the pizza box to you for you to take a slice. “It’s still warm.”

You wordlessly grab a slice and pass the box back to Lando as you settle in your seat, ready to focus on your choice of movie. The comfortable silence between you feels familiar, like the unspoken language of best friends who have shared countless memories and moments together. Throughout the movie, you can't help but notice Lando's occasional stolen glances at you, and you find yourself stealing glances right back. He even winks at you with that boyish grin every time he catches you staring at him, making you giggle as you quickly turn your attention back onto the screen. You somehow find yourself sprawled out on the couch once the pizza box is emptied and discarded, and it’s harder for you to keep your eyes open. With your head on Lando’s lap, he plays with the ends of your hair as the two of you try to keep your attention on the screen.

‘Try,’ being the operative word here, since Lando realises that you end up falling asleep in the middle of the movie where Sophie realises all of the men she invited to the wedding thinks they are her father, and though he finds some kind of comfort in the chaos knowing that it will get resolved eventually, he can’t help but take his role as a makeshift human pillow very seriously. As the movie continues playing, Lando tries his best not to disturb your peaceful slumber. He leans back against the couch, adjusting his position so you can rest more comfortably on his lap while also trying so hard to not wake you up. He can't help but smile to himself as he plays with your hair, finding himself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

With a sudden realisation that maybe it is not the best thing to stare at you while you sleep, he tries to occupy himself with something on his phone while also trying to keep still so that you don’t wake up. However, the text thread between him and Max quickly makes him realise that the thoughts that he tries so hard to keep away. He never gave himself the opportunity to think about the two of you that way, he supposes. Not that it would be weird or anything, but in his mind, he’d seen, and been in, far too many relationships form and de-form to know that not all is permanent when it comes to relationships and it’s also not something he’d want to risk when it comes to you. Although the unwarranted thoughts of the two of you together, as a couple, have been haunting him for the past couple of months, he did a great job of sending them away and finding something else to focus on – up until now, that is. And now that he’s pictured the two of you together, holding hands in the streets of Monaco, going on dates, doing more than what ‘best friends’ are meant to do, it doesn’t seem that daunting to give it a try.

He carefully shifts you onto his lap with gentle movements, surprised that you don’t wake up and also trying to figure out the best way to wake you up without startling you. As he gently brushes your cheek, your eyes flutter open, and you look up at him with a sleepy smile. "Did I miss the end of the movie?" you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, but not stilling the movement of his hand. “No, we just finished. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle.”

You sit up slightly, rubbing your eyes with a small yawn. “I'm sorry,” you say, sounding apologetic.

“No need to apologise,” he assures you, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You looked adorable sleeping, Tink.”

Your cheeks flush slightly, and you give him a playful nudge. “Stop teasing me.”

Lando grins, but there's a tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you. “I'm not teasing, Tink. I mean it. You always look adorable, no matter what you're doing.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his sincere compliment, and you can't help but smile back. “Thank you,” you say softly, feeling a warmth spreading through you, “I, uh, I should probably go to my room and let you sleep.”

“What? No, you don’t have to go.” Lando’s eyebrows furrow on their own, “I mean, you could stay over, it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You give him an unsure look, “I don’t know, Lando, you have a race tomorrow.”

“And we’ll sleep,” he shrugs, “the name ‘sleepover’ implies that, baby.”

You end up giving in and nodding, albeit a little hesitant. "Alright, I'll stay over."

Lando's face lights up with a bright smile, clearly pleased with your decision. "Great! It'll be fun, just like old times."

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, just like old times."

And you’d expect it to feel like the old times, because the two of you said it would be like the old times – the times where you’d spend the night over at his house because his mother picked you up and you didn’t want the playtime to be over. But instead of the excitement of a prolonged play date with your best friend, you find yourself anxious in the hotel bathroom over the fact that it’s him out there, and there is no way that he is not aware of the way you feel about him. You take a moment to compose yourself, splashing some cold water on your face to calm your nerves. This situation is new territory for both of you, and you don't want anything to ruin the friendship the two of you have. When you eventually make your way out of the bathroom, you desperately want to go back in, feeling undoubtedly exposed under Lando’s burning gaze.

“What?” You ask, your voice coming off weaker than you hoped, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

It takes a minute for him to answer you, mainly because of the fact that poor Lando is having a brain malfunction at the sight of you in his shirt – which he gave it to you because it was the only logical option for sleepwear, you know? Suddenly regretting his possessive streak, he attempts to clear his throat, “Nothing, you look good in my clothes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you try not to let yourself become reduced to a blubbering mess, “Oh, well thank you. It’s yours,” after a brief moment of realisation you quickly add, “but you already knew that.”

“Tink,” he calls out, snapping you out of whatever embarrassed state you’re in, and your eyes quickly snap to his. “Come here,” he pleads as he extends one of his towards you, he’s quick to draw you into his arms – and just like that, you find yourself straddling your best friend.

“This is crazy,” you whisper as Lando grabs you by the waist to still your movements as you try to find a comfortable position while not realising just how uncomfortable it becomes for him.

“It doesn’t have to be,” his whisper is just as soft as yours as he looks up to you, “we don’t have to make it weird.”

A compromise, you’ll take it. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” As much as you hate it when he replies to your questions with his own, you nod your head with a sheepish look on your face, though it doesn’t satisfy Lando as a valid answer. “I need you to say it, baby.”

You answer comes of in an instant. “I do, please.”

“Such good manners,” he mumbles while giving you that boyish grin you love oh so much. When he catches biting the corner of your lip, you’re broken out of your daydream by his thumb pulling your lip free. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” his thumb caresses the side of your lip, “that’s my job, anyway.”

Your cheeks flush at his playful comment, and you can't help but smile at his words. "Your job, huh?" you tease, feeling the tension in the air starting to dissipate.

Lando chuckles, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your waist. "Among other things," he replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you give yourself the opportunity to overthink, you lean in and press a soft kiss to Lando’s lips – it’s only a peck, a hesitant one at that, but not completely uncharted territory when you think about it. The two of you have shared kisses before, at Christmas or New Year’s at midnight, but somehow this simple peck feels different than any of those other occasions. Lando doesn’t rush you. He’s a patient man after all, and he knows that the feelings he has for you are reciprocated by the feelings you have for him. So when you look him with widened eyes, he gives you a soft smile and it does wonders to calm your nerves. It doesn’t take you long to press your lips against his once again, but this time the kiss is deeper, more passionate, and filled with the unspoken words that have lingered between you for too long.

It starts off with another peck, but this time you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, and the appreciative groan that leaves Lando’s lips makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hands move from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, while yours tangle in his hair, revelling in the softness of his curls – and the fact that all of this feels almost familiar in some kind of a way. He’s not shy as he lets his tongue explore your mouth, in fact, he encourages you to do the same. It’s a messy kiss filled with colliding tongues and mixed breaths, and the hands that were on your waist one moment are now on your hips, encouraging their slow movement against his groin. It’s not a subtle build-up for any of you, either. It a matter of seconds, you find yourself dry-humping your childhood best friend in his hotel room, and in a couple more, both of you are whimpering into the kiss.

You’re both out of breath and breathing deeply as you rest your forehead against Lando’s. Thankfully, his hands continue to guide your hips as their movement get more and more erratic, and you him groan out, “Slow down, baby.”

You let out an objective whimper in return, whispering out a weak, “No.”

“No?” Lando repeats, his breath hitting your exposed neck in a light chuckle, “Do you want to come?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, letting your hands grab handfuls of his hair, “but you can’t fuck me.”

The whine that comes from your lips can only be described as bratty when Lando forces your hips to cease their movements, raising an eyebrow at you as he grumbles, “Excuse me?”

“You can’t fuck me, Lando.” You mumble, trying to move your hips again, but his hold is too powerful against your attempts. “At least not tonight.”

“And why is that, Tink?” He takes in your wide eyes and shuddering breath in, thinking he’d done something wrong, something you didn’t like. “You want to come, no?” He thinks at that moment, as you give him a nod with that dreamy and almost innocent look on your face, he could die and he’d be happy with where his life has led him, but he gives you a confused look, “Then what is the problem?”

“Um, you have a race tomorrow,” you explain as your fingers gently slide down to meet at the nape of his neck, “I don’t want to jinx anything.”

As a respond to your words, Lando gives you a look of disbelief, “You don’t want to jinx me having a good race,” he mumbles.

You give him another nod, “Are you mad at me?”

“Am I mad at you?” Lando repeats the question, and he flips the two of you over in a smooth motion so that you're lying on the bed with him hovering above you, his eyes locked onto yours. “Answer the question for me, will you?”

You take a moment to catch your breath, your heart racing as you meet his intense gaze. “No,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “Why would you be mad at me?”

Lando's lips curve into a playful smile as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, “Good girl.” As he moves down your body, you let out a protesting sound, but he quickly shushes you as he positions himself between your legs. “I’m going to make you come, and you’re not talking to Micheal Italiano ever again.” He taps the side of your hips to signal you to raise them up as he carefully takes off your underwear and then murmurs to himself, “Pretty girl, too.”

With a blush which is quickly spreading onto your cheeks and neck, you raise yourself onto your elbows as you watch him give you the do-over. “Lando,” you plead.

“Oh baby, you're wet,” he teases, “don’t worry, though, I’ll help you with that.” He also gives you a look while grabbing both of your thighs, “And the shirt fucking stays on.”

After the events of the previous night with Lando working wonders between your legs for the remainder of the night, he honestly didn’t expect to start the morning with you returning the favour. Alas there you were, between his legs, with sleepy eyes and an innocent smile as if you hadn’t just given him the best blowjob of his life. And as the two of you make your way along the paddock, he wishes he was back in his hotel room with you in his arms. You try your best to distract him from overthinking everything and costing himself the race, and Lando is aware of what you’re trying to do – though that doesn’t mean you succeed completely.

You can tell by the small frown of eyebrows that he is lost inside his head, probably double guessing every aspect of the strategy his team debriefed him about this morning. With a deep inhale, you give his hand a small squeeze, halting your movements to stop him alongside you. “Hey,” you call out gently, “you’re going to be amazing out there, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, it’s just the pressure is getting to me.” You watch him sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to regroup his thoughts, “I’ll be fine before I go in the car, I promise.”

You nod, giving him an encouraging smile, “I know you will. After all, you feel the–”

“Need for speed.” He completes the sentence without thinking, which makes the two of share a short laughter. “Thanks, Tink.”

“You’re welcome,” lifting yourself up on your tiptoes, you give him a soft peck on his lips, “I’ll watch the race with your dad, okay?” You chuckle at his reaction when he lets out a prolonged groan, “What?”

“He’s going to make fun of us, big time.” He says, rolling his eyes.

“Go,” you say in between laughter, “don’t be late and for the love of God, be careful!”

Lando chuckles at your playful warning, giving you a mock salute. “Yes, ma'am!”

It doesn’t take long for you to find Adam, who gives you a knowing look, in the sea of spectators in the McLaren garage. And as the race begins, you and Adam stand side by side, your eyes fixed on the track where the race is unfolding. The first four laps as the Lando leads the race makes your heart beat so hard, you can practically feel the excitement coursing through your veins. Each turn and straightaway that Lando navigates flawlessly adds to the anticipation building in the air. Even when he returns to his original position, you’re on the edge, praying to whatever deity up there for him to finish this race without and incident. You’ve told him million times before that you don’t get F1 at all, you’ve always thought the adrenaline linked with the sport to be a negative feeling – too heavy, too much and definitely not something you want to feel every weekend. But in the moment that Lando passes the finishing line P2, you realise why people are so obsessed with this sport. Because when Lando crosses the finish line, you find yourself cheering as loudly as anyone else. The rush of emotions, once alien to you, now feels like a shared celebration of human achievement and dedication.

Lando is all smiles when he finally finds his way back to you, and he’s giving you a kiss the moment he has you back in his arms; celebrating with the team in the paddock was a whirlwind of emotions. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his big smile is infectious.

So you’re honestly confused when he starts dragging you through the hallways of the club you went to for his celebrations with the rest of the team. The beat of the music playing back in the dancefloor echoes in the hallway as he leads you down the hall. The lights, the laughter, and the energy of the celebrations in the main area of the club are still audible, but you can only hear the muffled sounds of the celebration being held for him. “Lando,” in hopes of finally getting some answers, you say his name for the umpteenth time, but he just looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, “what’s wrong?”

He's silent as he wraps his arms around your waist and before you can repeat your question he buries his head in the crook of your neck. While you’re thinking about what could’ve caused his sudden need to be alone with you, he’s very glad that you’ve opted to wear sneakers tonight instead of heels.

“Baby,” you murmur, your fingers running through his curls in an attempt to bribe him, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.” His voice is muffled by your skin and you can feel the breath he exhales on your shoulder.

You purse your lips and give him a few moments for him to break on his own, but when he doesn’t, you sigh softly. “Something is wrong.”

He raises his head momentarily to give you an unamused look, then bury his head back into your neck, “I saw you and Oscar.”

“Yeah, we were talking about the race.” Your confirmation leaves you confused as he lets out a scoff, and you find yourself warily asking, “Is there something wrong with that?”

You hear him scoff again and then, “Well I didn’t particularly like it.”

You gently push him off of you as you try to look past his confused expression and pouted lips, “You didn’t like me talking to your teammate… about your race.”

“Well when you put it like that–”

“Lando he is two years younger than us, and he has a girlfriend you do realise that, don’t you?” Your hands rest on either side of your body on your hips as you give him a small grin, “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

His eyes widen as he nods, “Well yeah, Tink, I think that one was very much obvious when I dragged you here.”

“I mean,” you drawl, “it was kind of cute, you know?”

As his eyes narrow, Lando walks you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall. “Well I am a cute person.”

“Oh yeah,” you let out a giggle, “the cutest.” Your fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt while you look up at him to meet his eyes, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we should probably get back to the party?” He mumbles, his eyes drifting as he looks around the hall.

You fist the collar of his shirt as you raise yourself up on your tiptoes, your voice lowering down for only him to hear even if it’s a deserted hallway, “You don’t have a race tomorrow.”

His eyes come back down to meet yours, “Well yes, it’s Mond– oh,” it takes a moment for him to realise what you’ve meant, and you’re thrown over his shoulder in an instant.

“Wha– Lando put me down!” You shriek, “What are you doing?”

His voice is playful as he starts walking towards the back door of the club, “We are not leaving that hotel room for a few days.”

It doesn’t take long for you to start laughing, “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs the opposite shoulder, “but I’m your idiot.”

The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but you can’t help the small smile forming on your lips as you murmur, “Yeah, yeah you are.”

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2knightt · 4 months

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may u do the gang with a significant other who is in a popular band or actor? up to four preference of course. lots of love!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ darling, can i be your favourite? ⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED: reader’s the coolest person ever and the gang’s their biggest fan!

tags/warnings: headcanons, gn!reader, reader is a singer/popstar!reader, gang is obsessed, reader is big time famous, near the end they got shorter because my tumblr started lagging.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ hey my love !!! seen this after i posted and knew i had to get to work 🙂‍↕️ also while i was working on this, i got a req for actor!reader..ur in luck🤭

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johnny cade

╰┈➤ now playing. — espresso, y/n l/n

how he bagged you, the world may never know. like seriously.

YOU’RE ON THE BIG SCREEN AND YOU’RE IN THE RADIO AND YOU GO AFTER JOHNNY CADE??? everyone was shocked. lives were CHANGED.

“you’re dating who?”

“..y/n l/n?”

“in your dreams maybe???”

“fuck you?”

nobody believed him because you confessed to him over the phone when you were touring 😔! you realized you really liked johnny when you had to be away from him for so long.

so for like that period of time, it was just call after call of you two giggling back and forth.

the gang, swear to fucking god, knew he was talking to someone but they thought he was lying about who he was talking to

UNTIL YOU CAME BACK!!!!

Then they were all,

“what the fuck….”

“can i like—borrow a 20?”

“DAMN”

spoil him. take him with you. protect johnny cade with ur money or else. i find you.

but seriously, pleaseeee make sure johnny lives the life he deserves ☹️ since you’re a singer, you make a FUCK ton of money

put it to good use (spending it on johnny cade)

hey! you’re all he talks about!! HE DOESN’T STFU THAT HE’S DATING SOMEONE THAT’S FAMOUS.

“what ‘bout you, lil’ boy? you got someone?”

“hell yeah. y/n l/n.😇💯”

“..the singer?”

“damn right, ‘the singer’!”

listens to your music when he misses you!!

OH MU GOD WRITE A SONG ABOUT JOHNNY CADE PLEASEEEE AND WEAR HIS JEAN JACKRT ON STAGE PLEASEEEEEEE

i can’t stress how much he loves you

he has photos of you everywhere. and anywhere.

steals magazines you model for to promote your albums<3

dallas winston

╰┈➤ now playing — nonsense, y/n l/n.

why would you pick him.

shame on you. you have celebrities flocking to you and you pick some guy in tulsa who’s in jail every friday.

tsk tsk. whatever makes you happy!

ANYWAYS

also, never shuts the fuck up about you. like seriously, somehow, you’re always the topic of conversation.

“yeah, that’s crazy that she slashed your tires. my LOVELY Y/N would never tho. did you know they sing? you’ve probably heard of ‘em-“

MAKES YOU WEAR HIS RINGS WHEN YOU PERFORM!!! AND SOMETIMES HIS LEATHER JACKET!!! DALLAS DGAF IF IT’S DIRTY OR NOT

He needs those freaks in the crowd to know you’re HIS—not theirs just because you’re famous.

if you ever collab with a dude he’s gonna fucking lose his mind i’m not kidding

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE STUDIO WITH WHO???”

“i told you-“

“yeah, i know. lets go.”

dallas invited himself btw.

dedicate a song to him and he’s literally gonna make EVERYONE listen to it. when it comes on the radio, he’s IMMEDIATELY turning up the volume.

“looking at you got me thinkin’ nonsense.”

“that’s about me, by the way.”

“WE KNOW.”

“YOU TELL US THIS EVERY DAMN DAY”

“yeah. where’s your partner that write songs about you? huh? take that shit up with someone else.”

IN HIS ROOM HE HAS SOOO MANY POSTERS OF YOUUUUUU

cannot believe he got so lucky and bagged you

he used to pray for days like these😭😭🙏

ponyboy curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — work song, y/n l/n.

yes, i did make your song more poetic than the rest. that’s just what ponyboy is into and gets him crying.

did he get lucky? yeah. does he acknowledge that every waking moment of his life and devotes himself to making sure you never feel the burden of having to perform daily?

yeah

helps you write songs sometimes. ponyboy naturally has a poets soul so USE IT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE

GUVE HIM A FUCKING OEN AND PAPER AND HE’S WRITING A HIT SINGLE

omgomg if you credit him while at your concerts he might faint<3333

spoil him and his brothers.

his brothers are included because you see how much they’re struggling and it literally pains you to see the love of ur life get so frustrated over money

sneakily put money into darry’s wallet when he isn’t looking and ponyboy might just kiss u right then and there

it’ll take awhile for him to accept the help, but when he does—he’s so grateful to have an angel like u in his life😭😭💔💔💔

“i love you. did you know that?”

“of course i do, pony.”

“i should tell you that more often.”

uses a photo of you as a bookmark btw. it’s you in his favourite outfit you ever wore, performing the song you made for him.

ponyboy’s obsessed.

shoves ANYONE off the tv to watch you perform. he doesn’t care. and the gang lets him<3 cuz they know how much you mean to their little pony!!

not without teasing. never without teasing. ponyboy is never fucking free

“soda, it’s my turn on the tv.”

“what? you tryna watch your girlfriend?”

“…shut up.”

“look at you! what a loverboy, huh? you loveeeee her, don’t you?”

“man, just get off the tv!”

watches & listens to everything you’re in. wether it be interviews, music videos, etc—he can probably quote it. every part.

he’s so obsessed with you it’s not fucking funny

sodapop curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — that boy is mine, y/n l/n.

it couple. genuinely.

you got soda more publicity and modeling agencies have definitely hit him up LMFAO

he most definitely has modelled with you for covers :3c

BUT OTHER THAN THAT

oh u better fucking believe that the DX is always playing your music

SODA DOESNT CARE IF HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE RADIO

he will. and he will be playing the song you made about him to remind the girls that go to flirt with him that he’s yours.

HE HAS A NECKLACE WITH YOUR INITAL ON IT AND YOU HAVE A NECKLACE WITH HIS INITAL!!1!1!1!1!1

flash it when paparazzi takes photos and he WILL put that photo in his wallet to show people when they ask about his partner.

CANT STFU EVEN IF HE FUCKING TRIED

soda makes u his whole personality

“sigh😔 y/n would’ve loved this beat..”

“SHUT UP ABOUT Y/N😒”

“NO?? I LOVE THEM!!!???”

LOVES PRACTICING UR CHOREOGRAPHY WITH YOU LMFAOOO

it’s so cute☹️☹️😔😔 soda might trip over his feet every once and awhile but he’s always laughing so hard with you when he does<3

darry curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — say yes to heaven, y/n l/n.

tries SOOOO hard to act like he doesn’t gaf that you’re singer but it’s so tough to not brag about it

the boys at work could be talking about their partners but when they go ask darry, he hides his grin and blush by looking down, running his hands through his hair.

“what ‘boutchu, kid? how’s the lover?”

“ah, y’know. they’re busy touring or in the studio.”

“eh?”

“oh—y/n l/n. they’re-“

darry cannot be stopped now. he won’t shut up about how great of a person you are, never letting the fame get to you.

ERAHHH HE STAYS UP LATE AT NIGHT TO WATCH YOUR PERFORMANCES WHEN YOU’RE AWAY!!!!!!! HE LOVES WATCHING YOU SWAY ACROSS THE STAGE!!

hehehehehe slow dance with him in the kitchen to ur unreleased songs you made about him…. 😈😈

PLEAEE HELP HIM FINANCIALLY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

im begging you to just sit darry curtis down and try to convince him that, you giving him money to help around, isn’t an issue.

i don’t see darry moving out of the curtis house unfortunately, i think he will always view it as his parents house and it’s too sentimental.

so, don’t even bother asking him to move. but—do give him money. or sneakily pay the bills. whatever you have to do to help darry relax, please do it!!!

loves it when you sing slower/more relaxing songs

darry thinks it’s so attractive to hear your like soothing, breathy, and smooth voice.

he has a photo framed of you bowing toward the crowd below you, tightly holding the microphone that you had his name engraved in.

it’s currently beside his bed on his nightstand.

he looks at it every night before bed and every morning before work. <3

steve randle

╰┈➤ now playing — art deco, y/n l/n.

he’s feral. he’s fucking crazy about you.

“PUT ON THAT NEW Y/N SHIT‼️”

“why??”

“CAUSE I SAID SO?!1”

number one supporter. nobody comes close to him

AHHHH HE HAS A TATTOO DEDICATED TO YOU!!!! IT’S DEFINITELY A SONG LYRIC YOU WROTE ABOUT HIM IN UR HAND WRITING

when steve’s nervous he traces over it :3c

steve always finds himself, unconsciously, humming your songs while he works on cars!

i like to think his favourite colour is blue, so plsplsplspls wear blue (even if it’s a small accessory) to your concerts just so steve knows you’re always thinking about him.

he keeps little gifts, or rather the accessories you leave at his house, in a little box. he thinks they’re so cute and he will burn a building down before he lets anyone find out

two-bit mathews

╰┈➤ now playing — melting, y/n l/n.

“DID YOU KNOW I’M DATING Y/N? THE FAMOUS SINGER? YEAH, BET YOU WISH THAT WAS YOU😭😂!”

that’s every other sentence from his stupid lips!!

KNOWS EVERY LYRIC TO YOUR SONGS AND WILL SCREAM HIS FUCKING LUNGS OUT TO THEM!!!

attach a mickey charm to ur mic while you sing on stage and he’ll start foaming at the mouth..

two-bit’s all, “that’s for me.:mickey….me….me…mickey….”

he literally begs you to sing him to sleep

STEALS YOUR RECORDS/VINYLS???!!! HE HANGS THEM UP ON HIS WALL WITH SUCH CARE IT’S SO ADORABLE ☹️☹️

teach his little sister some of your dance moves and he might marry you tbh.

two-bit dreams of you and i’m so fucking serious

#2knightt #spotify links for songs you’ve written about them under their names btw #click them #or don’t #whatever #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #two-bit x reader #two-bit mathews x reader

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noahsmuse · 1 month

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second chance ?

✮ PAIRING: noah sebastian x reader

✮ REQUEST: “Can I request a second chance romance one shot? Like in 2020 - 2021 the reader and Noah were dating and they break up for [insert reason] but they run into each other at the BMTH concert in 2024 or something and one thing leads to another suddenly they you know, hooked up and Noah doesn't want it to be a one night stand with her soooooo you can go from there.”

✮ A/N: sorry for the recent inactivity but now, i’m BACKKKK ! continue sending in requests for me to write & hope you all like this fic ≧'◡'≦

everything seemed picture perfect between you two. the makeshift dates and the candle-lit dinners that would be hosted in his dining room with dinner that you both made, and just when you thought that the pair of you were full from dinner he was usually still hungry….but for something else (you). in a world of what seemed to be chaos, you found solace within each other.

until, the time came that heavy pandemic restrictions were slowly being lifted and Bad Omens was scheduled their first tour back to be openers for In This Moment and Ice Nine Kills. going from seeing noah almost every single day to barely hearing from him was a very intense switch that put a strain on your relationship since communication was such a huge trait for the two of you.

knowing this would probably only get worse as they’re gonna get busier and continue going on tour. even though you two loved each other to the ends of the earth, when he came back you both made the decision to break up but still remain friends to avoid any heartbreak or miscommunication.

this brings us back to present day, it’s been three years since you’ve broken up with noah. you both talk occasionally and send the usual happy holidays and birthday messages but haven’t actually seen each other face to face since the break up.

one day you hear your phone going off like CRAZY, you managed to find out that one of your girlfriends was able to get pit tickets for a Bring Me The Horizon concert happening in your city. prior to these messages from your friends, you had zero idea they were coming to your town and who would be with them, but decided why not go and have some fun !!!

the day that you and your friends have been so estatic about finally comes around, you’re all dressed to the nines, wearing your sexiest but comfortable attire that perfectly matches the mood for the concert. since the adrenaline is pumping throughout your friend groups veins, all of you decide to make it to the venue just early enough to secure the merch that you’ve had your eye on and your spots for barricade.

after waiting for a few hours, the doors of the venue open and everyone runs while holding each others hands to make it right in the center of barricade with a perfect view of the stage.

around an hour goes by, you still have no idea who the openers will be until the crew of the band lowers down a tapestry with a name that sounds very familiar to you….’Bad Omens’, and that’s when it clicks in your head that your ex boyfriend’s band is an opener for the tour. obviously you don’t wanna seem like an obsessive person to him but you’re literally sitting front row, right in the center, so there’s definitely no way that you could hide.

as soon as you start trying to think up of a plan to make sure noah doesn’t see you in the crowd, the lights abruptly go dark and small vibrations rumble through the ground of the arena with jolly, one of noah’s best friends and roommates comes out right in front of you playing the riffs of a song that you learn is called artificial suicide from their newest album (one that you also learn you were the muse for a couple of songs on the record), ‘The Death Of Peace Of Mind.’

even though you didn’t really know the words to their newer work since you’ve only really heard the demos and songs from the band’s first two records, you can help but feel proud for how far they’ve come knowing that noah had expressed some doubts for the record with you during your time together.

while watching the show, you constantly had a feeling that you were being watched…but when you looked up at the stage, you found the front-man of the band gazing off in your direction.

nothing really happened between you two when they were performed besides noah staring at you while singing a couple of songs which you presumed were about you. the rest of the show goes on, you and your friends have the time of your lives screaming your favorite songs on the top of your lungs. when the show was over just as you were about to leave ash, noah’s trainer and bad omens new security caught your attention saying they’d like to invite you backstage so you decide why, not ! after all you and noah are still friends even though he was the only love you regret breaking things off with.

ash guides you in the direction of the Omens’ green room when you notice someone standing in the distance. as you both get closer to the room, you soon realize that this person is actually just noah who asked ash to bring you backstage so the two of you could “catch up.”

which led to noah bringing you back to his hotel room and ending up laying beneath you, fiercely rolling your hips against his with some help provided by him thrusting into you. moans and grunts spill from you guys’ lips, getting closer and closer to your release….right when you grind on his dick hitting your sweet spot perfectly, feeling pure ecstasy wash over the both of you as he holds your hips down so he can fill up your pussy with his cum.

just as noah wakes up in the morning, he remembers everything that happened last night. looking down at you still asleep with the sun peaking through the blinds and shining on your gorgeous face is when the realization hits him…he can’t let you go again.

meanwhile, you just woke up, not really remembering where you were or what happened but when you looked down to see you wearing one of noah’s shirts and then back up to see his smiling handsome face. which brings back all the memories from a few years ago, it felt like nothing changed…”we should talk” breaks you away from your thoughts (aka, regrets for even breaking up with him)…

the conversation ended with you two walking out into the lobby of the hotel they were staying in, holding noah’s hand with the biggest, lovesick smiles on your faces to hear someone yell “FINALLY !” in the distance. (it was a combination of jolly and matt who were celebrating seeing you two together)

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fic #bad omens x reader

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puckinghischier · 5 months

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Tattoos Together

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: based off of the song tattoos together by lauv

notes: this idea was way better in my head, but i still think it’s cute and turned out alright. i’m obsessed with this song and knew i just had to write a nico fic based off of it asap. also, i know the timeline is all over the place bc nico is captain in this, and holtzy and dawson are here, but it technically takes place after jack’s rookie season. the beauty of fiction is that literally nothing is real, so let’s just all pretend everything is normal and chronologically correct 😊. hope you enjoy!! :)

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Summer was your favorite season for a number of reasons. First of all, you loved the warm weather. Being able to sit outside and soak up the sunshine was something your body desperately craved during the bitter New Jersey winter. You also loved the overall happiness of the general population that seemed to radiate during the summer months. Your favorite reason, however, was the fact that your best friend was always available to do whatever you wanted him to, because hockey isn’t played in the summer.

You hated that the Devils didn’t make the playoffs this year. You were as devastated as they were during that last game of the season, but you can’t lie and say you weren’t also ecstatic. You knew, the moment they lost the game that eliminated them from any sort of play off position, you were going to get a summer full of sun and fun at the lake house.

You had decided to take the warm season off from any internships or courses, not wanting anything to come in-between you and nearly four, uninterrupted months with your boys at the lake. You had decided to transfer to a college in Jersey so you could spend more time with Jack, not so you could stay in a strange city while all of your friends go to your favorite place on earth.

This year was especially exciting, considering Jack had convinced a group of his teammates to join in on the summer antics. Your anticipation for the warmer weather to arrive was only heightened once you learned a certain hockey captain would also be in attendance at the lake house.

You had been drawn to Nico from the first moment you met him after Jack’s rookie debut. Jack was so eager to introduce the two of you. He had made quick friends with the Swiss player after his arrival in the garden state and he wanted nothing more than his oldest and newest friend to meet one another and hit it off. Nico gave short, but kind, responses when Jack called you over to speak to him outside of the locker room; you assumed he was just tired and wanted to get home, but once you had seen him leaning against the wall in a crowded bar a few hours later, you made it your mission to make a friend out of the quiet hockey player.

You found yourself enjoying his conversation a little too much, basically neglecting Jack on his big night. The two of you talked about anything and everything. Nico had been in the middle of a story about his siblings back home when you suddenly realized the danger you were in. You hadn’t even been around this man for more than a few hours, and you could feel yourself falling for him. His kind eyes, the deep dimples when he smiled, and the care and attention he showed every single person that came up to congratulate him on the win, while also never failing to listen to your stories and stay engaged in the conversation with you, was making you spiral in the best way.

You knew you couldn’t go there, though. He was a big shot hockey captain, and you were only here for school. With the team’s busy schedule, you didn’t know when you would see him again. As soon as the light feeling in your chest had appeared, you forced it to make its exit. You couldn’t fall for him. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him.

Over the next few months, however, you found yourself in Nico’s presence more often than not. Any team event that Jack dragged you to, you always found your way to where Nico was, striking up innocent, friendly conversation. If you were attending a home game at the Prudential Center, you were always cheering for Nico anytime he made a particularly important or skillful play. When he would come over to yours and Jack’s shared apartment, you always had some excuse for needing to be in the kitchen when they were, or passing through the living room and then planting yourself on the couch between the two ‘out of boredom’.

Nico wasn’t making it easy for you, either. Anytime the captain would score on the ice, it was you he was pointing towards during his celebration (or sending a text to ask if you were watching as soon as he was in the locker room for intermission, if it was an away game). If he had plans with Jack he would always send you a message, inviting you to tag along. Nico had even memorized your class schedule and your coffee order, bringing you your caffeine fix on lecture mornings when he would pick Jack up for morning skate. You found yourself talking to Nico almost more than you spoke to Jack, finding it harder and harder to keep your promise to yourself.

Jack could sense the underlying feelings you had for his captain, being able to pick up on all of your tells from the many years of friendship. He saw the way your gaze would immediately start sweeping any room you entered until it settled on Nico. He pretended not to notice the way you would always come out of your room on the mornings Nico was coming by before practice, hair and make-up already done, sitting in the kitchen to ‘work on homework’ before your lectures. He noticed when you bought his captain’s jersey, alternating between the 13 and 86 jerseys every other game. He noticed the way you would instantly perk up at the mention of Nico’s name in any conversation.

Jack also noticed the way Nico tried, and failed, to hide the feelings he had for you, as well. He noticed the way Nico would skate out for warm-ups and look around the glass until he saw you, waiting a few minutes before he made his way over to the glass where you were standing, pretending to be surprised when he turned around and found you behind him. Jack noticed the way Nico suddenly wanted to always come over to his apartment instead of Jack going to what the team refers to as the ‘captain’s quarters’. He noticed the way Nico would always come back with your favorite cocktail in hand anytime you were with them on a night out.

The back and forth between you and Nico continued for months, neither one of you ever taking the next step to admit feelings for one another. Jack wished the two of you would just get it over with at this point, the inevitable apparent to everyone but yourselves. So, when Jack opened the lake house invitation to Nico, Alex, and Dawson this summer, he can’t lie and say he didn’t have some ulterior motives.

Now, as you and Nico walked ahead of everyone else, lost in your own little world, he knew he made the right decision.

You had just eaten dinner, Jack having made reservations at a local seafood place he was dying to take everyone to, when you announced you wanted ice cream. You had suggested the small ice cream shop a short walk from the restaurant, wanting to stay out in the small lake town a little bit longer. You had sat next to Nico at dinner, staying in your own conversation most of the meal, being brought into the larger conversation happening around you only if either of your names were mentioned. The conversation followed the two of you outside, talking about his upcoming trip home.

“So, when are you leaving this utopia?” You asked him, shoulders bumping as you walked on the sidewalk beside him, a car driving by, causing your sundress to ruffle and flow in the passing wind.

“Not until the end of the month. Why? Can’t wait to get rid of me?” he responds with a playful smile, putting his hand on your back, pushing you over to the inside of the sidewalk, placing himself closest to the active road beside of you.

“Not even close,” you link your pinky with his, a habit you’ve gotten into anytime you’re walking beside him. “Dreading the day, actually. This is your first summer here, and you don’t even get to experience the best part!”

“I thought the best part was that you were here?” he references the statement you made when trying to convince him to make the trip to Michigan for the summer.

“Well, the next best part,” you respond, waving off his words. “You’re going to miss the boat parade on the Fourth of July!”

“A…boat parade?” Nico questions.

“Yes! A boat parade! Everyone decorates their boats and then drives them around the lake. Everyone here goes crazy for it. People don’t spare a single expense when it comes to boat decorations. One family even paid those statue street performers to play Uncle Sam and Lady Liberty on their boat one year,” you explain, earning a laugh from Nico.

“Why do I have the feeling you would have done that if you thought of it first?” he asks in-between chuckles.

“Because I would’ve! I was so mad that I didn’t even think of it. The only year we haven’t won it. Well, other than the years we haven’t been able to make it up here,” you shrug, thinking of all the time you’ve missed out on in the past few years.

“Well, you’ll have to come up with something even crazier this year. To make up for all the lost time,” Nico squeezes your pinkies closer together, knowing how much you hate the summers you can’t come here. “Look, you could go get a tattoo of the American flag, or something. Decorate your body, not just your boat. Really commemorate the summer,” he points to the tattoo shop you’re walking past, laughing at the craziness of the idea.

Maybe it was the heat finally getting to you. Maybe it was all the lake water you had swallowed the past few weeks. Or maybe it was the build-up of the months worth of feelings you’ve had for the man in front of you, but something in you made you say “Let’s go do it.”

“What?” Nico stopped in his tracks, looking over at you like you had three heads.

“I said let’s do it,” you said again, a serious look on your face.

“As in let’s go let you get a tattoo of the American Flag?” he asked again, confirming the idea forming in your brain.

“Yes. Well, I mean no. But yes,” you start, letting go of his pinky you were still holding on to. “I mean, let’s go get tattoos to commemorate the summer, like you said.”

“Like…right now?”

“Yes, right now. Why not? It’ll be fun. At the very least it’ll be a story to tell one day,” you try to convince him, acting as if this isn’t the most out of character thing you could suggest.

“I mean, what would we even get?” Nico asks, the word ‘no’ never coming out of his mouth.

“I don’t know, whatever you want. It doesn’t have to be anything big. Or anywhere where everyone will see it. It can just be something we know we have, y’know?” you continue to try to convince him.

“Hey! Why’d you two stop? The ice cream shop is another block down.” Jack asks as the rest of the group approaches the two of you.

“Y/N is trying to convince me to go get a tattoo with her right now,” Nico tells everyone, earning a collection of shocked faces.

“You two? Getting matching tattoos?” Dawson asks, looking between the two of you.

“They don’t have to be completely matching. Just something to make us think of this moment. This summer,” you explain. “We could all get one, actually. As a group!”

“You’re out of your mind if you think any of us are getting tattoos right now,” Jack speaks up, not scared to call you out on your stupid ideas.

“I don’t think it’s that crazy of an idea. It could be fun,” Nico surprises everyone.

“Cap, are you serious? You’re thinking about going and getting a tattoo right now?” Alex questions.

“I’ve been thinking about getting another one for awhile now, so why not right now? Like she said, it’s a good summer memory, Holtzy” Nico shrugs, sounding like he’s made up his mind.

“Of course you would agree to get a matching tattoo with her. You guys are practically attached at the hip anyways,” Dawson says, causing both you and Nico to flush a light shade of pink. “You guys go have your fun, get matching tattoos, but we’ll be eating ice cream, loving the taste of no regrets,” Dawson gives up the fight.

“Just…don’t get each other’s names on your foreheads,” Jack says, shaking his head as he walks away.

Dawson and Alex follow Jack, grumbling about how they can’t believe you’re actually going to do this. Alex slides in a “at least ask her on a date first, cap” as he walks away, Nico praying you didn’t hear the comment.

You turn towards Nico, holding your hand out. “You ready?”

He takes your hand, letting you pull him into the tattoo shop’s open door. “Let’s go get tattoos together.”

An hour later, you and Nico walked out with two fresh wounds on your ankles.

Both of your tattoos were so small you truly had to look for them to notice them. You had ended up getting tattoos that were technically matching, but could have meaning on their own, too. The artist had laid out a bunch of stencils she had ready to go, letting you pick from the pile which ones you wanted. You had found a small heart with devil horns, pointing it out to Nico and jokingly suggested he get it to show his Devils heritage. At almost the exact same time, his eyes landed on a small heart with a halo over it, his eyes lighting up.

He had agreed to get the devil one only if you got the matching angel one. So, twenty minutes later, the stencils were placed and you both sat on the table as two different artists tattooed you simultaneously.

The rest of your small group teased the two of you about it for the rest of the summer. After Nico left at the end of that month, the conversation shifted from teasing about the tattoos, to teasing about when the two of you were finally going to admit your feelings to each other. You waved off their words, sticking to your explanation of you two being just friends, but they didn’t let you forget that, in their words, you ‘basically branded’ their captain.

When Nico arrived home, Nina immediately clocked the small tattoo on her brother’s leg, questioning him about it. He told her it was just a last-minute decision, something to do after the season was over, not wanting to hear any nagging about how irresponsible it was that he let a girl he was even dating talk him into getting a matching tattoo. But, when Nina saw your Instagram post at the end of the summer, the very last picture showcasing a small, familiar looking angel tattoo, she barged into Nico’s bedroom, demanding answers.

“Nico, you better explain to me what the hell is going on here, because last time we spoke you hadn’t even told her you have feelings for her yet,” Nina interrogated Nico in their native language.

“Yeah…well that hasn’t really changed. Just…haven’t found the chance yet,” he avoids talking about the tattoo, choosing to talk about the other half of her question.

“Well after this, what the hell are you waiting for?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. What if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she moves back home after she graduates next year and just leaves me behind?” Nico voices his fears to his older sister.

“Nico, she asked you to get matching tattoos. There’s no way she doesn’t feel the same way as you. I haven’t even fully met the girl, only having talked to her on your facetime calls, and I can see that she’s head over heels for you,” Nina encourages Nico, causing a warm feeling in his chest at his sister’s words.

“Well, when you put it that way…” Nico trails off, thinking about the events of this summer in full. “You know what, you’re right. As soon as I get home, I’m telling her. What’s the harm? And if she doesn’t have feelings for me, well, at least we’ll always have tattoos together.”

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delusionalsturniologirl · 11 months

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can u pls write head-canons for either matt or chris with a swiftie gf/significant other? <33

matt sturniolo with a swiftie gf!!

author’s note: thank you for the request 🫶 love youu!! also i did matt because i’m pretty sure chris hates taylor 😭😭 i’m only a casual taylor listener so i hope i did this justice 😔🙏

warnings: none 😻

— matt had no interest in taylor swift before you came along. now she’s probably in his top 10 favorite artists because of you.

— at first he was a bit hesitant but you just kept and kept playing taylor in front of him, and he eventually gave in (never back down never what??!?!?)

— matt’s the type to go on late night drives with you and you’ll put on taylor swift the whole ass trip. he doesn’t mind it that much but sometimes he wants to listen to music he likes. “can we listen to something else?” “just after this song, i promise!!” (proceeds to listen to 10 more songs)

— you had to explain the whole ‘taylor’s version’ thing to him with a powerpoint and he sat down and took notes in his phone so he wouldn’t forget!! that’s when you knew, he was the one.

— sometimes he’s concerned that you might love taylor more than him. like you’re actually so obsessed with her that he thinks you’d leave him for taylor if you could (which you’d actually maybe do… JKJK!!)

— every time a new taylor album comes out he literally cannot contact you whatsoever, you’re too busy crying your heart out. so he has to be next to you holding a box of tissues. “y/n… it’s just an album-” you give him a death stare before he shuts up.

— when matt thinks you’re feeling down or a bit sad, he pulls out his phone and plays taylor, knowing it’ll comfort you instantly.

— of course he got you two eras tour tickets!!!! you dressed matt up in a champagne bottle costume (referencing champagne problems!!) that covered him entirely head to toe so he was unrecognisable from his fans. “babe what if i need to go to the toilet??”

— liv ☆

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 months

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: LITERALLY 8K

Masterlist

Notes: Why am I obsessed with the idea of Eddie dancing with reader to “My boo” like I heard it for da first time in a MINUTE and I was like FISJDJSJSKSNSKS and immediately wrote this so you know what good work me. I’m back like six days later (not really) and I want the song to be “Don’t get much better”, you know the one from the fast movies? So you know what YOU DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE

Episode 3: Why You so Obsessed with Me?

Waking up to you the next morning is nice. Eddie stretches carefully trying not to jostle you too much. He’s got a long shift coming up and he just wants to enjoy this little moment with you as long as he can. He runs his fingers down your bare arm, biting his lip at the way you shiver and snuggle deeper into his side

He kisses your head gently, burying his nose in your hair. You smell like strawberries, vanilla… and he could lose his mind over the way you smell just the slightest bit like him after spending all night in his arms.

He watches the way your back falls slightly as you breathe, revels in the soft breaths on his chest. Even the occasional cute little noises you make. God this is nice, too nice. He can already feel in…places the way you’re making him feel right now. He turns a bit awkwardly, trying to shift his hips away from you… but your body follows his, your leg coming up and laying over his torso

“Well shit,” he says quietly, his heart starting to beat faster in his chest. He can feel every part of you, every part. He starts to sweat a little. He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. How easy it would be to just push you back down and wake you up with his head between your legs. Or how he could just hear your soft moans as he woke you up with something else between your legs.

These thoughts are not helping his situation in the least. He starts to think about other things, anything to make it go away. Lacrosse? he doesn’t know anything about Lacrosse. Basketball? He likes basketball… and you know what? why do men always think about sports? Why not like baking a cake or like the latest episode of Pasión de Gavilanes?

“Eddie?” Your voice is soft and sleepy as he looks down at you, your chin on his chest

“Hey sugar cube,” he says softly, running his fingers over your hair “Sleep okay?”

You nod at him, but your cheeks are flushed… Pasión de Gavilanes did not help in time.

“U-um yeah… it was nice. You’re uh, pretty warm you know. Very snuggly” you’re awkwardly rambling as he finally shifts, reluctantly pulling away from you

“I-I’m sorry about that” He apologizes sheepishly and you bite your lip

“N-no it’s uh- it’s n-natural! You know you can’t… help that.”

He groans loudly into your shoulder and you can’t help but burst into giggles

“You’re making it like ten times worse oh my god. It’s “natural”?! Really??”

You’re wheezing laughing now as he keeps whining, hiding his face in your shoulder

“It is! I thought it would make you feel better!”

“You sound like a mom!” He rolls away from you and you cover your face, trying to stifle your laughing. He whacks you over the head with a pillow and you gasp loudly.

“Oh, you wanna go there?! Let’s go!” You take the other pillow from his bed and attack him immediately. There is nothing cute about the way you two are whacking each other in an all-out war. You eventually tackle Eddie over, straddling his hips and beating him over the head

“Okay! Alright, alright I give!!” He holds his hands in front of his face, laughing hard. He yanks the pillow from your hand and tosses it away.

“Sucker” he snickers as he holds your wrists in place.

“You wanna play dirty? I’ll play dirty” you purr as you let your body settle on top of his, your hot core brushing up against his cock. You grind down against him, and he gasps, his hands flying down to your hips to steady you

“That’s- fuck, Y/N.” He moans it, he actually moans and even if he wasn’t holding you steady you would have frozen anyway. He holds your hips there, and you can practically feel your heartbeat between your legs, egging you to do it again. If only to hear that sweet sound again

His alarm breaks the stare off and you scramble off of him. He sits up and grabs his phone, turning off the alarm.

“I- I have to go get ready”

“I’m gonna go make breakfast!”

“Okay”

“Okay!”

Eddie gets out of bed quickly, practically running to the bathroom and you get off the bed, going back to the spare room to get changed.

Breakfast is quiet as hell. You made eggs and toast with bacon. You’re sitting at the kitchen table when Eddie walks in, he pours himself a cup of coffee and comes over to the table where you’ve set a place for him. He sits down awkwardly, still gripping his cup

“I’m-“

“Please, you first,” Eddie says, taking the strawberry preserves and smearing it on his toast

“T-that was inappropriate” you sigh softly “I’m sorry about that”

Eddie’s cheeks flush “I mean…No we were totally messing around it was a good… amount of inappropriate” he chuckles “You won…and had the tables been turned… I would have done the same”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he takes a bite of his toast and your head falls on the table in pure embarrassment.

“I can’t believe I did that”

“Oh but it’s natural, “ he says with a shit-eating grin and you reach out, stabbing blindly with your fork.

“Shut up!!”

Eddie drops you off at Maddie’s house after breakfast, kissing you on the cheek before you leave. He arrives at work just a teeny bit late. Buck is already there and practically vibrating with energy. He doesn’t know how he does it, the man must run on energy drinks. He watches Buck sprint upstairs and chuckles to himself as he goes to settle in for the workday.

“You’re not gonna tell her right?” Buck is talking to Hen and Bobby. He is making sure no one invites you to the picnic this weekend so Eddie has the chance to bring you as his date. He’s even extensively stressed this to Maddie not to let it slip.

“For the last time,” Bobby groans, rubbing his hands over his face

“No one- not a single damn person. Is going to invite Y/N to the picnic so Eddie can do it himself.

Buck sighs, flexing his fingers as he sits at the table.

“Am I being sneaky? I’m being sneaky. What if he doesn’t ask her? What if he chickens out”

“I’m 90% sure he’s going to ask her,” Hen says as she eats her lunch “I heard him talking to Chim about the picnic earlier”

“We’ll make sure he does it, Buck don’t worry. You seem excited for them to be together. What's that about?” Bobby asks, getting himself a drink.

“It’s… not that necessarily, I don’t know. I’m just really happy to see Eddie happy you know? And I’m really happy to see Y/N happy too. She’s been through it when it comes to her love life and I just… I know Eddie is the one for her… and I know she’s the one for him.”

“That’s a whole lotta knowing for you and not enough for them,” Bobby says, looking at Buck “Maybe you should just support them where you can and not shove them together, just let them grow for now”

“Even if they’re painfully oblivious to the fact that they’re falling for each other” Hen points with her fork.

“Okay, but they are aren’t they?!” Buck flails “They’re clearly super into each other!”

Hen laughs at him, shaking her head completely agreeing and Bobby rolls his eyes

“Don’t encourage him”

“What do you mean, when you say she’s gone through it? Because damn have I had my fair share of trouble in dating maybe she and I could trade stories” Hen chuckles, she stops when she notices Buck seeming a bit uneasy

“Buck?” She asks, and Bobby pays better attention now too.

“Uh… well” He starts “It’s not my place to tell. It’s not. Just…know that she’s had it rough and I’d like to leave it at that. But she has had hilariously horrible first dates and I know she likes to talk about those! Just, be careful with it”

Hen looks at Buck solemnly and Bobby sighs, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up,” She says kindly and Buck leans down and hugs her, resting his head on hers. They know now how protective Buck can be, especially after what happened with Maddie.

“Aw man, it’s okay, you couldn’t have known” he reassures her

“If she ever needs to know, we’re here for her, no matter what,” Bobby tells him, patting him on the arm.

You and Eddie don’t see each other for three days. It’s not that you didn’t want to it’s just that there was no time. You’re helping Maddie full-time with the nursery as her due date draws closer and closer, the boys are at work, it’s not like they can just take off. They’ve even got 24 hours today so you’re not going to see either of them.

“So how long are you staying?” Maddie asks you as you’re hanging the mobile above the crib

“I’m not sure… Buck says I can stay forever” You giggle, screwing in a piece to the ceiling “but come on, he doesn’t want his cousin hanging around forever”

“He loves you to death, I’m pretty sure he wants that” She smiles as she holds the ladder steady for you “Chim and I agreed there’s always space here for you too. We want you to stay in L.A honey… really.”

“I can’t impose on you two, you’re married first of all. And second of all you’re about to have a baby Mads, I’ll just be in the way”

“Um more like a built-in babysitter” She jokes “Well…. What about with-“

“Don’t even say it. In fact! Don’t even think it”

“You have no idea what I’m gonna say!!” Maddie’s mouth falls open in protest and you flick her off before screwing in another piece

“Eddie Diaz” is all you say and you can hear her laughing over the drill.

Maddie orders Chipotle for lunch, she sets it on the table and you sit down next to her, sinking into the chair

“Who knew putting together a nursery was so much work? Isn’t the stork supposed to be handling all of this?

Maddie laughs and puts a fork in your bowl “Sorry, he just drops the baby off. Besides, it's been good for my “nesting” phase. I’ve made Chim change that room around at least seven times”

“Well, we screwed in the mobile so you’re stuck with that placement at least” You tease her before digging into your bowl. She watches you eating for a moment, playing with her fork in her hands

“So I called Uncle Josh. Or at least I tried to, figured I haven’t talked to him since we were teenagers”

You stop eating, freezing for a minute before lowering your fork

“Oh?”

A long time ago, the family kind of… dispersed so to say and you happened to move to the same state as “ Great Uncle Josh” which meant you definitely got the short end of the stick. When he got sick, you were met with “family is everything” and “family is all you have” and you were eventually forced to move in and take care of him. He was a miserable old man, who loved to make everyone else’s lives suck too. There wasn’t a day he wasn’t fighting with someone over something stupid. Not to mention fully ignoring his doctors.

“Yeah his number was disconnected…thought that was weird.”

“Yeah maybe he just didn’t pay the phone bill or something” you laugh awkwardly, shrugging your shoulders

“Why are you here? Y/N. Not that I don’t want you here because I do. We want you here”

“Uncle Josh died, and…left a mountain of bills that he just didn’t freaking want to pay? I guess? Figured his time was coming… they took everything. Maddie. And I got tasked with watching that miserable bastard because I was the only one who was left there. I swear I’m not trying to mooch off you guys I just wanted to be here with you! So… I packed up and here I am. It was a very… very long two years.

It’s not that you weren’t going to tell them… it’s not much of a loss, no one really liked Uncle Josh. But it still feels like you’ve been lying this entire time anyway. It feels good to tell “the truth” at least.

“So you’re staying here, like actually staying?” Maddie asks as if she hadn’t just heard anything else you’d said, she reaches out and squeezes your hand

“I- I don’t know, Maddie,” You tell her truthfully

She takes her phone out, holding it up to her ear, and leans back in her chair. You stir your food around in your bowl, definitely having lost your appetite a bit

“Hey babe… yeah everything’s okay with the baby don’t worry. Remember what we talked about? No- no..oh my god not that. The other thing is " she pushes your food towards you and nods, narrowing her eyes.

“Yes Mother” you mumble as you start eating again. She sneaks away from the table for a moment and you’re left there just…thinking. It was good to finally get that off your chest but it still freaking sucked. Maddie comes back in with a wiggle in her hips and a pep in her step

“We’re done with the nursery today, you and I are going shopping,” She says excitedly. You look at her confused, squinting.

“Oh? Do you need more stuff for the baby? I’m down”

“Not for the baby- for you. You’re moving in with us!!”

“I’m sorry- what?!?!” Your mouth gapes wide open and she squeals

“You’re moving in! We’ve already discussed this, we’ve even talked to Buck about it. So if you want to stay with him you can do that too. You’re absolutely not changing anyone’s mind on this so I don’t want to hear you fighting about it. This is all Buck and I have ever wanted, you’re staying”

What the hell do you even say to that? A lot of problems have just been solved in one phone call.

“Just don’t tell Eddie. I want to tell him”

Sleep is for the weak, and you wish you were weak right now. No matter how much you toss and turn and fluff you just can’t get comfy in Buck’s bed, though it is better than a hotel bed. It’s just not your bed…or you know... someone else’s.

You throw back the covers and stomp down the stairs to the kitchen, flipping on the lights. You’ve never been more grateful for your cousin's sweet tooth. He has everything you need for chocolate chip cookies. He even has good chocolate chips. You connect your phone to the speakers and turn on your DJ. He seems to be in a little mood tonight because tonight’s vibe is “Romance” cool. Just what you needed.

You set to work making the cookie dough, Buck’s kitchen is beautiful and he should use it way more than he does. You watch the stand mixer cream the butter and sugar together, you wonder if Eddie likes chocolate chip cookies… you wonder if he likes baking or cooking.

You carefully pour the flour in, dreaming about his arms around you, booping your nose and leaving a little floury fingerprint on it. You daydream about him way too much. He’s just a friend!

Yeah sure. Just a friend.

You shut off the machine and start scooping little balls onto the tray, you squish them down just a teeny bit and then put them in the oven.

Walking over to Buck’s couch you flop down and start scrolling through Netflix. Bridgerton it is.

Yawning, you stretch your limbs as the smell of cookies floods your senses. You drag yourself from the couch, rubbing your eyes as you walk over. Eddie is standing in the kitchen, taking them from the oven

“Oh? Hey, I thought you had a 24-hour” you say as you walk up to him. He takes off the oven mitts and wraps his arms around your waist.

“I do, but I’m on break and I just needed to see you” He nuzzles his head into your neck before kissing it softly. He leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Your heart goes into overdrive, pounding out of your chest as he lifts you onto the counter to get a better angle. He pushes your thighs apart, standing between them before running his hands under your oversized shirt and pulling it off

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” He breathes, before attacking your neck again

“Oh god, Eddie” You moan his name, putting your hands on his thick biceps and feeling him up, your hands flow over his strong shoulders and he pulls his shirt off over his head

“Say my name just like that baby I wanna hear it again, over and over while I’m pounding into your tight little cu-“

Your alarm for the cookies blares, jolting you awake. You toss your phone from hand to hand before dropping it to the floor. Simon is going to town with Daphne on screen. You groan loudly and swipe your phone off the floor, shutting off the alarm.

“Thank you. Thank you, Simon, for that. Really” You flick the TV off sarcastically before going to the kitchen.

You let the cookies cool while you search for something to wear to the fire station. You just grab a random hoodie from the hall closet and zip it up over your pajamas. It smells oddly familiar. Eh, Buck must have just tried a new cologne. You pack up your bag and the cookies before shutting off the TV.

“You don’t know how to ride a horse” You flick Simon off one more time before heading to the fire station.

Once you get there you unzip the hoodie, it’s getting kinda hot. Plus no one will probably be around, just a quick in and out with a little note.

“Hey…what’re you doing here?”

It’s close to one in the morning, the station is pretty quiet as you walk in.

“Couldn’t sleep… so I made cookies! They’re still warm, You should probably get them before Buck finds out” You giggle as Eddie walks next to you and takes the container from your hands. He gives you a once over, taking in the tiny sleep shorts, the low-cut tank top, and especially that hoodie.

“Yeah, can’t keep anything sweet around the guy…” he starts up the stairs and you follow him

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks as he walks over and sets the glass container, covered in little hearts down on the table.

“What? No, I don't think so. It was in Buck’s hall closet” You say, looking at the fabric. He walks over, holding a cookie in his mouth, and pulls back the tag

“Says Diaz” he smirks, taking a bite of the chocolaty goodness. His eyes roll back and he sighs dreamily, winking at you.

God if you could just see him do that in a different way entirely…

“Oh- well, shit I’m sorry do you-“ you’re taking it off as you realize you were staring, he holds his hand up and finishes the cookie.

“No, no. Keep it. You look good in it, I uh… I like it. Or whatever.”

Your cheeks flush and you shrug “Oh thanks… and you know also thanks? I’ll probably end up giving it back anyway. Probably.

“You want me to spray it with cologne and give it back?” He teases and grabs another cookie

“Oh yeah, totally that’s exactly what I want,” you say sarcastically as he hands you one. He walks over and tugs at the hoodie, pulling it from your body before going downstairs. You follow after him curiously, nervously nibbling your cookie. He hands you the cookie he was eating and takes out his cologne from his locker, taking a few steps back he sprays it down and shakes it out before putting his cologne back down in his locker and shutting it.

“One Eddie Diaz special for the lady,” he says, helping you back into the hoodie before taking his cookie back.

You can’t help the way you gather it up in your hands, inhaling softly. God it’s so overwhelming and warm, it makes you feel safe and kind of sleepy now. You look up at him, he’s leaning against the lockers watching you.

“I say thanks a lot” your voice is muffled by the hoodie

“I know you mean it,” He says, his eyes trailing down your body. He steps closer, the way he towers over you is delicious.

“You look tired now,” He says, cupping your face in his hands “Can you get home okay?”

“I-I’ll be o-“ you yawn before you can even finish the sentence and he smirks, bringing you into his chest.

“Wanna try that again?”

“I’ll be okay” You sigh softly against his chest, your eyes closing slowly.

“You know it’s my job to keep you off the road right?” You feel his arm come under your legs and he scoops you up. That jolts you awake and you look up at him

“H-hey! Put me down! My ass is way too-“

“Don’t even start with that” He cuts you off, carrying you back to the sleeping quarters “In case you forgot, I carried your ass to safety at the zoo? So just shut up and accept it”

“So just shut up and accept it” you mock him, your voice high-pitched

“I could have made you walk you know” He sets you down and pulls the blanket back on his bed. He nods to you and you roll your eyes at him before getting in. He tucks you in just like he had before and kisses your forehead

“I totally shouldn’t be doing this and Bobby is going to kill me but sleep tight okay? Just long enough to make it home. Or when our shift ends and I can drive you, whichever comes first”

“Okay... Thanks, Eddie” You frown and he snickers, rubbing your side gently. He sits on the edge of the bed like he’s going to stay there until you fall asleep

“Anything for you sugar cube”

You’re startled awake by alarms blaring, you sit upright when Eddie pokes his head in the room “Stay here until I get back, I’ll take you home. Go back to sleep” It’s fast, just as he was running past to get to his stuff. But he still took the time to do it and that’s sweet. You shrug, turning over and curling up back under the blanket.

Unsurprisingly Buck is the last one in as they pull out and he gets scolded and teased for it. He rolls his eyes and turns to Eddie

“Did I see my jeep here?” Buck asks as he buckles in

“Yeah, Y/N came to drop off cookies and said she couldn’t sleep” Eddie checks over his gear

“Oh? She didn’t text me to say she was coming” he frowns a little, Chim turns around in his seat to listen to the conversation

“Maybe she didn’t think we’d be there,” He tells Buck

“Yeah I don’t think she did, I think she was just planning on leaving fast” Eddie mumbles, distracted by fixing his gloves

“Well don’t you know so much” Buck narrows his eyes and Eddie finally looks up from what he is doing

“I ran into her” he holds his hands up in defense “That’s all”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve spent more time with my cousin than I have” He sighs, letting his head fall back on the wall behind him. Eddie feels…sort of bad when he says that. He didn’t mean to monopolize all of her time, he didn’t even realize he was.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Hen asks, just as interested as Chim is

“Because I didn’t realize until now how little time I’ve spent with her. Even Maddie has had time with her. And like, I don’t want to cut in on your time Eddie you two are clearly hitting it off”

Eddie’s cheeks flush, he laughs awkwardly and shakes his head “No man come on we’re, we’re just hanging out. I don’t think she knows how long she’s staying for anyway. I can cool it with her”

“No. No god, no don’t do that! I’m not cockblocking her, just let me take her home and spend today with her” Buck offers

“Okay first of all there’s no cock to block” Eddie laughs that off, and he’s convincing no one. “Second of all, yeah man sure. And I’m sorry you have to ask for time with your cousin, I promise we’ll both be more mindful of that”

Bobby, who’s been quiet through most of this looks in the mirror at them

“You know it wouldn’t be a bad thing if you two were hitting it off right? It would be okay if you were falling for someone”

“We just want you happy man,” Chim says as he turns back around

“And she seems like a really great girl” Hen adds

“Okay, can we stop discussing my love life?” Eddie groans and Buck perks up

“Scratch that, my lack of a love life because we’re just friends” He pointedly tells them and Buck rolls his eyes

“Yeah. Sure. Friends.”

The call is a relatively short one, just a false alarm in a building. The truck rolls into the station, hissing as they turn it off. Chim gets out and pulls Buck aside

“Let Eddie take her home”

Buck frowns as he takes off his gear “What? Why?”

“Because she can tell Eddie she’s staying??” He says it like it’s obvious. Buck stops for a minute, putting his hat away

“Oh yeahhh she can, can’t she?” He nodded slowly. “But I still get her for the rest of the day!”

Chim rolls his eyes “Yeah sure, go tell him!”

Buck makes up a completely bullshit excuse as to why he can’t bring you home, Eddie gives him a weird look but just goes along with it anyway. At least he gets to spend time with you. He comes into the sleeping quarters and you’re snuggled up in his bed, snoring softly. He rubs your side, squeezing softly

“Hey pretty girl,” he says softly as your eyes flutter open. You feel the butterflies in your stomach as he leans over you

“Are you ready to head home? I’ll take you to Buck’s place. He’s demanding to spend the whole day with you after he gets some sleep”

You giggle and push up from the bed, stretching your body“Sounds good to me”

Eddie takes your hand as he leads you out to his car, you swing your hands together, enjoying the soft early morning.

“So um- there’s something I wanted to tell you”

“Yeah? what’s that?” He asks as he opens the car door for you. You get in and he leans against the open door

“Um. I- well” you say shyly “I’m staying in L.A. at Maddie and Chim’s place”

His mouth drops open in surprise and he reaches out for you, yanking you against his chest, you squeak and wrap your arms around his neck quickly

“Oh my god, you’re staying?? Seriously?!” He pulls you from the car, spinning in a circle and you laugh while holding onto him tightly

“Oh my god- does Buck know?? He’s gonna lose his mind” He sets you down, his hands firmly on your hips now, squeezing them. His hands are always on your hips when he holds you, they’re one of his favorite things about you, to be honest

“Yeah he knows, he’s trying to convince me to move in with him instead” You giggle as your hands stay clasped around his neck, you’re on your toes a bit

“Well add me to that list” He nuzzles your neck before lifting you and putting you in the car. He shuts the door and comes around, getting in himself

“I won’t pester you, but I mean it. My door is open and that’s all I’ll say about that”

She’s everything to him, He’s watching her dancing, her hands flowing down her body, her body moving fluidly to the song. He can’t take his eyes off her and maybe he’s just the littlest bit obsessed with her…but after she had slept over that night he couldn’t help it.

He was delusional and he knew it.

“You’re staring again,” Buck says while licking his ice cream. This was the fourth time he had to break Eddie out of a death stare.

Inviting you to station 118’s picnic was a great idea until the probies thought you were just as enticing as he did. He watched you dance (completely innocently) with a couple of them and it drove him crazy. The way their hands would slip down just a bit too low, which you know what? Why were their hands even on you in the first place? Who gave them permission to touch what was his

Or you know, kind of his… friend? His.

He was a bit nervous to invite you in the first place, would you think it was a date? Would you want it to be a date?? Did he want it to be a date? The text conversation was so easy and he’d read it over and over way too many times

Triple C: Hey are you doing anything this weekend?

Sugar cube: I mean I have nothing to do ever, so no, I’m not what’s up?

Triple C: 118s picnic is this weekend. Do you want to go with me? I mean like I can pick you up or you can just ride with Buck if you’d rather not go with me.

Sugar cube: There’s a picnic?? Of course, I’ll go with you ❤️ what time did you want to come get me?

That little heart had him kicking his feet for days

Triple C: If you want to help set up, around 10 am? If not probably at like 2

Sugar cube: 10 am sounds good to me, what should I wear?

Triple C: Anything you’re comfortable in ❤️❤️ it’s not like it’s anything fancy lol

Was two hearts a bit much? He doesn't know but it felt right in the moment. He was just being reassuring! That’s all! Nice and reassuring.

Sugar cube: I’ll ask Buck to help me pick something lmao. See you later bestie ❤️

Eddie looked back at you again and he knew Buck had a hand in the way you were dressed. That stupid crop top had been bothering him, the way it showed off your midriff. Something he just wanted to run his tongue down. Those stupid shorts… with the stupid rips and the stupid red bandanna tying your hair back. Even the flannel tied around your waist was stupid. You looked good dressed like that and he liked it. God did he like it.

“Fuck this,” Eddie says, knocking back his lemonade before tossing the cup at Buck. He comes up behind you just as the next song starts playing, his hands find their way to your hips and you laugh lightly, knowing exactly who those hands belong to. He runs his hands up your sides and takes your hands, putting them around his neck. He holds you to him, his face buried in your neck as he sings the song to you, and goddamn if that isn’t a power move, because you are his boo. Buck is frantically snapping pictures of the two of you, because he’s not stupid, you get those pics for your bestie.

“Keep it PG, Diaz” Bobby warns as he dances by with Athena. She gives you a knowing wink and you feel your cheeks flush. Eddie squeezes your waist as you giggle and put your hands over his

“Got it Cap” He blushes against your neck and pulls away, taking your hand and leading you over to the picnic tables. He sits down and pulls you in between his legs making you sit on his thigh

“Are you having a nice time?” He asks as he wraps his arms around your waist

“Yeah actually! This is a lot of fun! Thanks for inviting me” You lay your head on his shoulder and smile into his neck. Buck is standing behind a tree, getting this picture too. Eddie rolls his eyes and flicks him off but he feels his pocket buzz, knowing he just sent him the pictures

“Yeah, no problem… I’m kind of surprised Buck and Maddie didn’t say anything” He leans against the table holding onto you.

“Yeah I know, Maddie has been so busy with the nursery that I think she just forgot. And Buck’s an idiot so-“

Eddie laughs, you can feel his chest vibrating as he pulls you closer

“Are we mean to him?” He chuckles and you shake your head

“Nah. Especially since I think he’s been “sneaking” around taking pictures of us together all afternoon”

“Oh has he? I hadn’t noticed” Eddie jokes, taking your legs and putting them over his other leg so you’re sitting properly in his lap.

“Didn’t Cap say keep it PG?” You taunt him, wiggling your eyebrows

“I think you can sit in my lap” he rolls his eyes playfully “Unless you’re planning on making this not PG we should be fine… though I wouldn’t be opposed to that”

Your cheeks flush and you scoff “I am the picture of innocence, you’re the one who decided to get all handsy when we were dancing”

“Handsy? You call that handsy? I’ll show you handsy” He looks around for a second before his hands slide over your bare midriff, his fingers flowing up under your shirt towards your chest. Your face immediately flushes as his fingertips brush over your bra. Your body starts feeling hot and not just from the sun.

Suddenly you’re ripped from his lap and Buck is yanking you towards the ice cream truck “Cap is coming, Cap is coming!!” He says as you stumble behind him.

Bobby plops down on the bench next to Eddie, a beer in hand. He sighs, stretching his legs out in front of him and propping his elbows back on the table.

“So how are things with Y/N”

Eddie shrugs and blushes from totally being caught. How are things with you? If things were a thing and that thing?? Meant some…thing

“Good” he decides “They’re good, I’m happy to have a new friend you know? And she’s a fun girl to be around and she just- makes me happy”

God Eddie could gush about you for hours, his cheeks practically hurt from how much he’s smiling. How much he’s always smiling when you’re around or when it comes to you. Bobby looks him over, a knowing smirk on his face

“I’m not going to try and convince you to ask her out, you’ve got enough of that from literally everyone. But it’s really good to see you smiling like that these days… I’m glad you’re happy Eddie”

Bobby pats Eddie on the knee before getting up “Just watch those hands or you’ll be using them for dish duty for the next two months”

The after-party is at Bobby and Athena’s house. It’s a quiet, intimate affair. The fire fam is there… their significant others… and you. You’re sitting back in Eddie’s lap, he’s got a beer in his hand and one arm around your waist. You’re laughing at some story Hen is telling about the boys and Eddie…he’s watching you. Your smile is so pretty honestly, your eyes shining with tears as you laugh hard. Your body is shaking in his arms and he holds you just a bit tighter so you don’t fall off his lap.

You wipe your eyes, wheezing and giggling as you fully lean into Eddie, trying to catch your breath

“You guys are wild” You’re still giggling as he finishes his beer

“You laugh all you want, but Buck’s got stories on you I’m sure he’d just love to share”

Buck perks up from his seat, he’d been slowly slouching more and more as he got sleepier “Oh have I got stories. Have I ever told you about the time Y/N peed her pants at a concert??”

Your mouth drops wide open and you scramble up from Eddie’s lap “Evan Buckley you promised we’d never speak of that!!”

Everyone is kind of tipsy at this point as you stumble over to Buck and slap your hands over his mouth. He licks all over your palm and you squeal, yanking your hand away

“Oh my god! You’re disgusting!” You yell at him and he laughs pulling you into a bone-crushing hug

“Oh you don’t mean that baby cakes” he’s squeezing you more “Go get me another soda and I promise I won’t tell!” You whine and get up from him, ripping yourself from his grip.

“Fine, but I swear to god if you tell I’m going to bury you” You squint your eyes, doing a little “I’m watching you” motion before backing slowly into the kitchen.

You’re wiggling your hips and humming a little song as you rifle through the cooler on the floor when a voice breaks your concentration. You jump and spin around, looking up at Athena.

“Looking for something in particular?”

“Yeah Buck just asked me to get him a Fanta” You stutter a little, standing up and brushing off your knees

“I’m pretty sure he drank the last of them like an hour ago” She chuckles as she looks in the fridge

“So, you’re uh- Eddie’s girl huh?” She asks casually, pretending to look through the other cooler on the floor

Your cheeks flush deeply and you wave your hands “N-no nooo. No, I’m not- I’m not his girl we’re just friends!”

“Just friends?” Athena looks up at you, her eyebrow raised

“I don’t sit on my friend's laps like that, or dance with them like that”

“I- I swear we’re just friends,” You tell her, wringing your hands.

“Kinda sounds like I’m not the one you’re trying to convince” She stands up, handing you the last orange Fanta

“Life is too short to deny yourself the simple pleasure of loving, sweetheart. And besides…Eddie’s girl has a little ring to it doesn’t it?”

You could deny it up and down, left and right, side to side- whatever. But… it does sound just a teeny bit nice. Maybe. You bite your lip, taking the drink. You know there’s no bullshitting this woman. She invented it.

“Yeah, it kinda does”

You walk back into the living room and toss the can at Buck, he yelps and catches it, flicking you off before opening it.

“Hey, you ready to head out?” Eddie asks you, walking up to you and nuzzling your neck, you feel your cheeks flush.

“Yeah I think so”

You say your goodbyes and he takes your hand, leading you to his vehicle and helping you in.

“Hey, you wanna go somewhere real quick?” He asks as he starts up the car, you perk up a bit now

“Sure! Where did you have in mind?”

Buck is right, Eddie can’t drive for shit. But it’s fun the way he speeds and jerks the car occasionally, the way you’re bouncing in the seat as you go over bumps, your laughs filling the air as he turns the radio up. You feel like teenagers again, like you’re ready to do something stupid and run away laughing. He pulls up to the beach, or rather down the road from the beach, in a bit of a hidden spot. You can’t see the car from the road. He pulls you from the car and hurries down to the beach with you. You’re both stumbling over branches and laughing as he almost eats shit and slips through the bushes. You finally come out at the beach, it’s nothing but ocean and sand for miles

“Oh my god…” you gasp softly, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen it. You walk forward, pulling your sandals off and carrying them in one hand, tugging him with the other “Eddie look! It’s the ocean!” You squeal as you run up to it. He lets go of your hand and you run right into it letting the freezing water wash up to your thighs. You scream and run back up the beach, tossing your shoes down. He laughs at you, tossing his down too as he picks you up, throwing you into the ocean and falling into it with you. The waves wash you back up onto the shore and he pulls you into him, pulling you further back on the beach and holding onto you tightly so you don’t get swept too far out.

Eddie falls into the sand, making you fall with him. You roll over away from him and lay there, staring up at the stars, panting heavily.

“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever done,” you tell him, giggling wildly

“Really?” He’s panting just as heavily “I thought the tiger breaking out was the coolest”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m staying in L.A, cool things keep happening” Your teeth are chattering now but you’re still smiling as you feel the sand under your body. Your senses are overwhelmed by the beach, the sky… Eddie. You look over at him again, he’s staring at the sky, and he’s pretty when he does. He’s your own Greek God, he finally looks over at you, a shy smile on his face.

“Are we gonna kiss?” He asks, his hand finding yours in the sand

“I don’t know” You admit, squeezing his hand nervously

“Do you want to?”

“I mean…y-yeah kinda. Do you?” It sounds so juvenile the way you’re asking each other like this, but you’re both just so…shy right now.

“Yeah. Have for a while now actually”

You can barely hear his voice over the ocean, the water lapping at your toes. But you hear it enough and you know…

You sit up and look at him, he sits up and scoots closer to you, your thigh against his. Your teeth are still chattering

“So…?”

You say softly, he looks you over, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. He lays his forehead against yours, your noses touching, his breath mingling with yours. His head tilts and he nuzzles against you

“Your lips are blue” He whispers with a chuckle at the end of his sentence.

“So warm them up,” You tell him, your lips are practically ghosting over his you’re both so close.

“I need to get you home before you freeze to death” He pulls away, getting up and taking your hands, pulling you up with him. He bends down and grabs the shoes, leading you back to the car. It’s quiet the whole way back, you’re not saying a single word. Why didn’t he do it? Did he not want to anymore? He just said 10 seconds ago he wanted to. You get in and he blasts the heat, waiting for a bit for you to stop chattering. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it on the floor in the back

“Come on, you too,” He says, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You do as he says, tossing it in the back with his shirt. He watches you as you turn towards the window, not wanting him to see the little tear that slides down your face

“Y/N?…come on look at me..” His voice is soft as he reaches over and turns your face back towards him. He frowns at the little tears in your eyes. He wipes one away gently, looking into your eyes before leaning over and connecting his lips with yours. He holds your chin gently as he kisses you, he gives your lip a little bite and you squeak, making the perfect space for his tongue to slide in against your own. He kisses you passionately, thoroughly enjoying the little sounds you’re making.

He pulls away and you whimper“You should take your shorts off” he pants, his body hot as it leans into yours.

“I swear I’m not being a perv, your shorts are soaked too.”

He chuckles as he kisses you again, you gasp softly against his lips as he lifts your hips, helping you out of them. He tosses them in the backseat and his hands go right to your bare hips, feeling your soft skin as he pulls you across the car and into his lap.

Your hands reach down and start to fumble with his belt buckle. He pulls it off with one hand and you sit back for a second

“Well damn, that was impressive,” you say and he bites his bottom lip, snickering

“I’m gonna be so real with you I learned that from TikTok”

You both laugh as he shimmies out of his pants, it’s graceless and he’ll be honest a little embarrassing but he tosses them away anyway. You settle in his lap properly, your hands on his neck as you kiss him again.

“You feel good,” he says against your lips as his hands travel up your sides, squeezing you and touching you

“Yeah, 'cause I know what lotion is” You sass him, pulling his head back gently by his hair as you start to kiss down his jaw. He moans softly, adjusting his hold on you. You can feel the way he very slowly moves your hips, just to tease you a little, show you what could absolutely be yours if you ever just asked…

“Why didn’t you kiss me on the beach?” You ask, looking into his eyes before falling back into your seat. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and as much as you desperately want to continue, both of you know you shouldn’t.

“I needed to get you back to the car. You were turning blue I thought it was pretty evident” He sasses you now, laughing at your mouth dropping open.

“Eddie Diaz! I know your ass did not go all medical on me!” You scold him, punching him in the arm. He groans and holds his arm, rubbing at it

“I’m sorry! That was my first priority!”

“You literally were centimeters from kissing me, Eddie!!!” You go to punch him again and he catches your wrist, kissing you again.

“I’m a firefighter Y/N. Your safety is my number one priority” he mumbles against your lips, he slowly puts your hand down on his shoulder and you slide it across his body and tug on the back of his hair, pushing his lips against yours more firmly. It’s a heated kiss, one that flows through your very being down to your toes. They curl in pleasure, matching the way that tight coil keeps wrapping itself round and round in your gut.

Eddie’s hands slide down over your ass, squeezing it lightly before patting it and pulling you right back into his lap. He pulls away breathlessly and you can feel him between your legs. You settle down on him for a moment, letting him feel how soaked your core is, and how the way he played with you made you feel. You nuzzle into his neck, kissing it softly before finally climbing out of his lap and flopping down into your seat once again.

“You gonna tell me friends kiss like this too?” His voice is haughty as you’re fixing your hair up in the mirror. He’s panting softly, his eyes full of desire for you.

“Maybe they do” You flick him off playfully, looking at him through the mirror, your eyes just as dark and lustful.

“Uh huh, I bet. So…friends? Right? We’re still on the same page” He grabs your hand, kissing your middle finger. The way he says it. You both know “friends” is just a stupid word now.

“Yeah, yeah, We’re on the same page” You blush at him, a silly grin on your face.

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bloodyminyard · 6 months

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a (long) comprehensive list of buck related things in 7x04 that have me losing it as i rewatch:

- the stupid starry eyed look he has while getting the tour from tommy

- the terrible “i need mo jo” joke that tommy laughs at purely bc it was endearing

- “you didn’t call me because you wanted to see the toys”

- “you need to raise your bar kid” my GOD the “kid”

- ofc, the “no way!! eddie was in the army!”

- god they are so FLIRTY “really?” “my fees are competitive” “let me buy you a beer no WAY buck is this clueless

- eddie being so excited about the fight, and specifically the idea of buck joining help

- “keeping my options fluid” SIR

- evan?!?!?!????

- the close up shot as the fly off my heart

- the look on bucks face when eddie talks about tommy, boy is devastated

- “i saved a baby in a pipe once!” yes you did were so proud

- not buck related: but i adore ravi so much

- OKAY BUT BUCKS STUTTER !! they way he trips over his words when he’s surprised or nervous or even upset 😭

- “i do. i really do.” MY GOD OH MY GOD FUCK ASHHH AHHH

- and the SIGH after as eddie walks away, the building up the courage to ask more

- THE SAY HIS FACE DROPS WHEN EDDIE ASKS HIM TO WATCH CHRIS OHHH EDMUNDO WHEN I CATCH YOU

- “i keep saying, chris it’s not a video game” “because it’s harder than a video game???” maddie i see you and am so sorry you have to deal with this

- SAME WITH “he’s made an impression in a very short time” “i can see that” LIKE SHE IS SO NOT GONNA BE SURPRISED WHEN BUCK COMES OUT TO HER 😭

- “i don’t think you lie to a child just to ingratiate yourself” bro it’s not that serious i promise

- sorry brb imagining buck asking chris all these questions about tommy and chris going 🤔🤔🤔

- buck being upset that eddie invited tommy to play basketball even though eddie always asks him and he says no bc he doesn’t like it… he’s so me i can’t

- “was there a heart around it?” there might as well been maddie!!!

- peacocking buck we love and hate to see (it’s so embarrassing i have to close my eyes. “maybe we should hoop” sir please stop)

- the pouting OLEASE he’s so

- his smile

- the “evan” throws me off every TIME but also it kindaaaaa

- “what are the odds?” bro chill

- the smile when tommy fists bumps him oh i see you gay boy even if you don’t yet

- “so i’m your basketball beard” brother you don’t even KNOW

- i’m sorry the song that’s playing while they play basketball is “playing with the boys”🤔🤔… the lyrics too “i don’t wanna be obsessed but my desire with the boys” (and YES i am aware it’s a top gun reference, however that movie is also gay is hell and so is this song, moving on)

- tommy cocking his head when buck runs into him like oh my

- poor chim does not deserve to be put in the middle of all of this

- “well you bucked that up didn’t you” :(

- okay this scene between maddie and buck afterwards is actually so important to me, i love their ability to communicate, and how buck openly admits that he doesn’t know if he meant to hurt eddie or not, and that he was angry and lashed out, and maddie’s reaction to it :( “that’s not how you get someone’s attention”

- “i guess i was trying to get his attention” buck is the representative of the “i don’t know why i do the things i do until tons of self reflection after the fact” club, same im the president actually

- i do love that we get to watch him try and figure out why he acts and feels the way he does in real time! even at the end he still doesn’t entirely know until tommy is in his face staring at his lips

- the stutter is back 🫶

- “evan…” STOP THE WAY HE SAYS IT THAT TIME MAKES ME GIGGLE I CANT

- this entire scene drives me crazy btw i can literally pick it apart piece by piece… but the way he smiles throughout it makes my heart go akrjeidjdjsjd

- the chemistry is fucking IMMACULATE btw!! the flirting is so natural and it shows through buck being oblivious about it!! like brother no one stands that close to each other

- buck figuring out how he feels AS he speaks!!! poor boy is trying to catch up as fast as he can

- everything about the “okay” after tommy says “i can teach you”… the smile, the eye squint, the head tilt, like oh my GOD

- the way the tone changes when buck says “good” my GOD, the way his face drops as he comes to the realization that maybe it was about tommy the whole time

- the “cause trying to get your attention has been kinda exhausting” punches me in the gut EVERY TIME I WATCH THIS LIKE FUCK OH MY GOD BUCK LIKES MEN FR? and the way he says it GOD, like i said, he’s literally figuring this out as the words come out of his mouth (“i guess so”)

- okay my ONE nitpick about the kiss scene is that tommy grabs his chin, and then when it cuts it’s the two fingers under the chin, it’s inconsistent and i think i like the chin grab better

- the absolute STUNNED look in bucks eyes after the kiss!!! as the perfect oliver stark put it: he’s found something he’s been missing for a long time

- tommy is so worried in the split second before buck tells him that it was okay

- the wordless nod after tommy asks if it was okay THIS MEANS SO MYCH TO ME

- you can FEEL the sense of relief and wholeness radiating off of buck

- “better than fake mouth static” AKSHSISHS

- his eyes following tommy’s lips as he laughs, and then the brief look down like his whole WORLD has just been turned upside down before tommy speaks again

- i am so fucking here for buck being asked out and being stunned by it

- the stutter again 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

- tommy’s smile as he leaves like tee hee ur kinda cute

- the entire of his expressions at the end. there’s panic, there’s confusion, there’s happiness OLIVER STARK THE MAN THAT YOU ARE !!!!

in conclusion: this is everything i wanted and more, the brain rot is everywhere, i cannot escape this episode

#911 abc #bi evan buckley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #y’all this was just an excuse to get out every thought i had surrounding this in a controlled way #that last scene will live in my brain forever

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embrosegraves · 11 months

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𝔸𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

Not the biggest fan of this I'll be honest. I don't think I'll do something like this very often, and if I do it won't be for a while. Anyways I hope you enjoy even just a little bit <;3

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, Being unaware of listening devices, hidden camera, author not knowing how to put the correct warning for a fic lmao, I definitely missed something I know it.

Sebastian Vettel x Reader Obsessed x Obsessed but Seb thinks it’s just him lowkey this was a little inspired by An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. It's a good song.

Sebastian was never one to invade the privacy of others. He was a gentleman, thank you very much! But he had gotten into the habit of finding out what room you were staying in at every hotel, just so he could… set up, before you got there.

If anybody found out that he put walkie talkies in your room, he could always just say that it was in case you needed any help. One might argue that hotels had notoriously thin walls, but he was just being cautious. Sebastian was also convinced that no one would be able to find the microscopic camera he had stuck to the tv at the end of your hotel bed.

Seb had been in his own room (quite literally next door) for about an hour before he heard you opening the door to your room. He listened to the walkie, and watched through the camera he had connected to his phone, as you put your luggage on your bed. He could tell you were exhausted with the flight over and he wished craved to be the one you’d turn to after a long day.

Eventually his own exhaustion and the jetlag caught up to him and he fell asleep listening to you hum whatever song had been on your mind that day.

— — — —

You were exhausted. Having just gotten back from the paddock, your camera’s memory stick positively brimming, all you wanted to do was relax. Before you could spread out on the bed, you needed to change clothes. Get rid of the surprisingly uncomfortable team wear and surround yourself in something more comfortable. Paying no mind to the opened curtains of your hotel suite, you changed into a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized SV5 hoodie that made it look like you weren’t wearing pants.

Finally able to flop down on the bed, you grabbed your laptop and your camera and started to transfer the images so you could pick out which ones to send to the media team. If you saved every photo of Sebastian, well no one but you would know. Eventually, you sent an email to the head of Media containing an array of photos that had a mix of different drivers within them.

You spent the rest of your evening browsing the internet for anything even remotely related to the German driver that had been on your mind since you were 12.

— — — —

He knew that you had only just changed the tyres of your car. Of course he knew. Afterall he was the one that caused you to need to change them in the first place. It had been all too easy to set up. He just needed to make sure that the road you usually took to drive home from the track had an invisible row of spikes that you would drive over.

All he had to do afterwards was wait for you to call. He knew you would. He made sure that he spent enough time helping you so that he would be the first person you would call should you need help elsewhere. Hearing his phone ring when he was conveniently ten minutes away from you made his heart palpitate. His chest constricted so deliciously at the thought of hearing you beg him to help. He had to play this smart.

“Yes, Leibe?” He sounded happy, something he would tell you was because of the adrenaline rush of placing on the podium.

“Hi Seb, listen, I’m really sorry to ask this but do you think you could come and pick me up?” You asked him. “My car just suddenly got a flat tire and you were the first person I thought to call.”

“Of course! I’ve actually just left the track not too long ago myself-” of course he had “Just send over your location and I can come get you.”

“Thank you so much Seb, I’ll quickly share my location so you know where I am.”

“I’ll see you soon then, Liebe.”

After he hung up, you shared your location, as you said you would. It only took him about 6 minutes to show up. No one had to know that he occasionally ignored the speed limits.

— — — —

People would definitely call it creepy if they knew just how obsessed Sabastian Vettel was with you. He liked to think that it was romantic. To be entirely honest, you thought it was endearing how much he wanted you to be his. As much as the people around you were oblivious to Seb’s unhealthy obsession with you, you were a lot more observant than everyone realised.

The first time it came to your attention was when you had joined Formula One as a Photographer. Having watched the sport for years now, and constantly keeping up with it throughout your studies, you knew every driver on the grid that year. Being ‘fresh meat’ in the paddock, you were easy to spot for everyone. The drivers more or less were not that interested in the new photographer that the sport had hired. If anything it just meant that they had to pose more than they already did. But there was one driver who couldn’t help but be absolutely fascinated with you.

You thanked whatever power-that-be that Sebastian Vettel had entered into F1 the same year you entered puberty, as it allowed you to blame that on your sudden obsession with him. Being interested in him since you were 12 had given you plenty of time to become a master at hiding just how obsessed you were. So of course, when Sebastian came up to you to introduce himself, it was only too easy to see the signs of a brand new budding obsession.

— — — —

Despite being so enamoured with you, Sebastian had never once been inside your house. His eyes were flitting around everywhere, trying to take in as much of your home as he could. You had invited him to come in for a cup of tea after he had saved you from being stranded with no transport.

“Feel free to explore if you’d like.” You called to him as you made your way to the kitchen to fill up the kettle. You had no qualms about him snooping through your things. If anything, Sebastian snooping through your house might finally get him to understand that he wasn’t the only obsessed party.

Sebastian was never one to turn down an opportunity that was literally being handed to him. The minute you had walked into the kitchen after telling him to explore, he went straight upstairs. The first room he entered was a bathroom. Nice and clean, spacious. Perfect for some relaxing should it be needed. He didn’t spend long in there.

The next room he walked into happened to be your guest room. It was a bit plain, nothing too extravagant. A nice bed, a small closet space and a door that led to the relatively large balcony overlooking your backyard. Same as the bathroom, he didn’t spend too much time in the room.

The next room had him more excited than he would admit. Your bedroom. It was cosy and warm and it perfectly embodied everything he thought you were. There was a door that led to the same balcony as the guest room. He spent a bit longer in this room. He contemplated for only a split second whether or not he should look through your drawers, before he rationalised that you had given him permission to look around. Whether or not you meant looking around through your dresser was of no consequence to him.

He was a little disappointed that he hadn’t found any raunchy toys in your bedside drawers. Nonetheless he continued on his way to the final room on the upper floor.

Opening the door furthest from the stairs, he discovered your office. It was pretty standard for an office. A large desk with a computer, a comfy chair behind it. On one wall was a bookshelf full of literature of all kinds. He only recognised a few titles so he didn’t bother looking too intensely there. What he did look intensely at however, was a section of your office that could only be described as a shrine. Upon closer inspection he realised the subject of the shrine.

Him.

There were photos and photos of him at all sorts of points in his career. His first Formula 1 race, the first time he scored points, the first time he got on the podium, the first time he got pole position in qualifying, his first race win and his first WDC were among many of the countless photos of him that were proudly displayed. He had even noticed that there were newspaper clippings that had been cut out, and in every one of them he had been surrounded in a thick red heart shape. Standing right in front of it, he began leafing through everything that covered the small desk.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Your voice had started Sebastian. His head shot up to look at you. How could he have been so careless as to stop paying attention to his surroundings? He had gotten caught red handed and he wasn’t sure how he could solve this. He didn’t want you to think that he was a creep (though given that you had a literal shrine dedicated to him, the chance of that was slim).

“I usually keep this room locked when I am away.” You said, moving to place the two drinks you had brought up on your desk before sitting on the plush chair you had next to the shrine.

“Did you know that I have cameras in every room of my house?” This was rhetorical. “I thought it was quite interesting that you looked so disappointed when you didn’t find anything interesting in my bedside drawers. I thought I might help you find what you wanted.”

You reached over to open the drawer of the desk he was still standing in front of. His body hadn’t moved an inch, excluding his head that had followed your every movement since entering the room. Which meant that when you did get the drawer open, your hand ever so gently brushed against his thigh. The touch sent an almost violent shiver through both of you.

Seeing you nod your head towards the now open space in front of him, Sebastian moved his gaze from your face to the contents of the drawer. This explained why he found nothing in your bedroom. Neatly organised inside the drawer was an array of lewd toys. Picking one up, he looked at them more closely. It wasn’t until then that he noticed that each and every one of your toys was customised. With his name on them.

He fell even deeper at the thought that whenever you played with yourself, it was his name inside you. That it was his name that gave you pleasure and release. He almost didn’t notice the pair of panties you kept behind the toys in your drawers. He grabbed them and looked at the embroidery on the back of the lacy garment.

“VDS?” The rasp in his voice had you feeling particularly wet and ready.

“Vettel’s Dirty Slut was a little too long for such a small canvas of lace.” You elaborated. “I’d say I’m a dab hand at stitching, amongst other things.”

His eyes had darkened when you explained the acronym. He had envisioned having you in such a way since seeing you for the first time in 2014. “Show me.”

You gave a sly smile as you grabbed his hand, leading him back to your bedroom, toys and panties still in his grasp.

Your tea had long since gone cold by the time you had finished.

welp. there it goes. definitely not my best work, but rest assured that I will try my best to get better at writing more darkly themed fics. can't promise that I'll post my attempts all too often but I'll definitely work on it

thank you for the request Lovey!

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x you #I can't be bothered to fix the warning sorry loves #please give me feedback so I can improve #anyways love always muah

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neoyuno · 2 years

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No Biting ♡ J.WW (M)

Wonwoo is tired after a long week of working on the preparations for Svt’s new tour and finds comfort on you—literally; or, wonu is obsessed with you and your boobies.

Pairing | Idol!Wonwoo♡Producer!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut (unprotected sex(mentions of birth control), breast play + him being needy abt it, dirty talk, switch!wonwoo, switch!reader, choking,saliva play?(i still don’t know how to label this, but sex too good they drooling…), riding, lots of kissing, praising, petname usage.)

Word Count |4.2K

Reading time | 21 mins

Warnings: repost cause tumblr's a bitch. usage of curse words,afab fem reader. reader is not an idol, but a world-famous producer/performer and wonwoo’s long time celebrity crush—and now girlfriend. this is an adaptation of another fic of mine, it was modified to fit wonu!

Wonwoo wandered around the building in search of a specific person—his lovely girlfriend. After a long day of dance practice and concert coordination, he wanted nothing more than lay in your arms and cuddle you. The building was engraved in his mind by perfection, having met you here a few years back, he always found himself wandering these same hallways and taking the same route to see you sitting at your console deep in thought while you worked on your music.

This time was no different, except he was officially yours now—much to his surprise.

After pining after you silently for months, he was surprised when you confessed your feelings for him.

“I know you like me, Wonwoo.” You said and a panicked expression washed all over his face. Who must’ve been the traitor who told you?!

“I’m tired of waiting for you to ask me out, so I decided to do it myself because I honestly cannot stop thinking about you day and night. It is driving me nuts. Especially cause every time I think you’ll confess, you just backtrack.” You rambled on and on—while he couldn’t yet comprehend if you were angry, disgusted, or all of the above.

“Wonwoo, I’m talking to you.” He looked up to see your head slightly angled and the cutest pout on your face.

“I- I am so sorry! I didn’t want you to know, cause I really value our friendship and now I ruined it-“

“What?” You cut him off, thrown off by his response. What the hell was he on about?

“What?” Wonwoo asked softly, honestly confused and very much nervous.

“Wonwoo, I like you too.” The soft gasp that left his lips made you giggle, but you held it in. “As a matter of fact, I am sure I am in love with you.”

“Uh-” As if his brain malfunctioned, all of the planned scenarios that would play in his mind about the day he confessed were blurry.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, hands sweaty. “Am I wrong? I misjudged, didn’t I?”

“Oh my God… you don’t like me, do you? This is so embarrassing.” You stood up after running your hands through your hair in clear despair. “I just told you I’m in love with you and you don’t even like me. I thought you- oh my God, how could I be so stupid. I am-“ as you rambled you hadn’t noticed that the man has stood up from the sofa as well.

A sudden rush of confidence shoot through his body as he saw you stressing out—the only thing he could do was shush you, with his lips.

Wonwoo felt you gasp, your body stiff before he felt your melt into his arms with a soft loving sigh, like in the movies. One of his hands laid softly on your cheek, confirming that this was indeed happening—his hear skipping a beat when you grabbed unto his biceps as if he was going to disappear if you didn’t.

As you separated to catch a breath, your face felt warm at the sight of his gaze on you. You had never seen anyone look at you like this before. Not past lover, not fans, not anyone—only him.

“I love you, too.”

He entered the studio to see you sitting down at the mixer, eyeglasses on and messy hair.

“Hi baby, are you still working?” He asked and kissed your head before grabbing a chair to sit next to you.

“Yes, sweetie. I am having a bit of trouble with this song. I can’t remove this weird rumble from this track, I might need to replace those mics already.” You said and pressed play again on the small clip. “I might need to re-record this.”

“Who’s track is it?” He asked and leaned to look at the monitor, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yours.” He whined playfully and hugged you tight.

“Should I get in there now?” he asked pouting and you reached back to pet his hair.

“You don’t have to record right now, baby. We can hook you up in the studio at home. It’s just this minute-long track, so don’t worry too much.”

“Okay~~” you felt his lips touch your neck and his hands moved dangerously close to your underboob. “Soo, can we go home? I want to cuddle…”

“Not yet, love. I still need to work on this song.” You shivered when his fingers softly massaged your breasts. “Wonwoo…”

“Hmm?” He kissed your neck repeatedly, the cold rim of his glasses bumping on your skin.

“Wonwoo, stop that. I am working.”

“But, baby… they are so soft,” he squeezed. “So pretty…”

“Wonwoo.” You warned again.

“Ugh, please…” he pouted again and turned your chair to face him. “You’re just like Jihoon. Take a break, you work too hard.”

“Dude, what’s up with you today?” You asked getting a little confused at his clinginess when you needed to work—but it secretly made you melt. To be honest, you did need a break but you were too stubborn.

“I missed you.” He cupped your face and kissed you a couple of times. “Also, don’t call me‘dude’. I’m your boyfriend.” you chuckled at the last bit.

“Nonu, you are staying at my house. We see each other every day.”

“Okay, that’s still not enough.” He pouted and kissed your lips again.

“Not enough? What else could we do?” You giggled and he hummed.

“Lemme move in with you…”

“Wonwoo, you live in Seoul… I live in LA…” you stared at him with an unamused expression.

“So? I’ll move here.” He shrugged.

“Yeah? What about your career?”

“I’ll quit being an idol and become your house-husband.” He smiled cheekily and kissed you again. “I’ll even take cooking classes for you.”

“Will you wait for me at home wearing sexy lingerie?” You joked but he blushed.

“I-uhm…” Wonwoo stuttered and a deep blush covered his face and neck.

“I’m just kidding,” you smirked and pecked his lips before turning back around to face your computer.

“Hmm” he sighed loudly and tried turning you around but you locked your feet on the chair base. “Hmm..” he kept on sighing and leaning his cheek on your shoulder.

“Wonwoo, I’m gonna kick you out and make you wait in the car.”

“Let’s just cuddle for 5 minutes.” He said. “You need a break! I’m your boyfriend, I have to take care of you.”

You sighed and turned around. His cute face always lets him get away with anything he wanted, it’s like he bewitches you into saying yes. To be honest, you are just too in love with him to deny him any love—and he needs lots of it. All the time—even if he doesn’t directly tells you so.

“Fine, just 5 minutes, Jeon.” He did a happy dance and dragged you to the sofa.

“You are so warm and cuddly. I love you, my little teddy bear.” He kissed you all over the face and hugged you tight while you groaned jokingly.

“How was today, baby?” You asked after he settled down.

“Tiring, we had some fittings and also dance practice.” He said.

“You work too hard, love.” You hummed and kissed his lips.

“Can I lay on your chest?” He whispered bashfully and you chuckled.

“Of course, beautiful.” He blushed at the petname and settled his face between your boobs, the side of his head laying on one of the plush mounds.

“So soft…” he sighed, his cheek smushed against your boob and his glasses slightly slanted.

“Are you okay, hun?” You asked while stroking his hair.

“Yeah, I’m just very tired and stressed. I’ve been having a very bad shoulder ache for the past few days too.”

“Awe, baby, why hadn’t you said anything? I’ll give you a new pillow tonight. Let me give you a massage.” You said and kissed his head, ready to flip him over.

“No, angel, it’s okay. But I know something that will help me with my stress.” He smirked cutely at you and you felt his hands lift your shirt up.

“Wonwoo.” You scolded but he whined. “Ugh, fine… just cause you’re too cute, but just that and nothing more. Woozi and I have a session tomorrow morning and I can’t have a filthy sofa in my studio.”

Wonwoo moved to hover over your body, kissing your lips before moving back to pull down your shirt.

“Hmm, so pretty.” He whispered and kissed you again. “You’re so beautiful.”

You looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you. You reached up to pull him by the neck, clashing your lips unto his. Your glasses clinked as they crashed with his.

His lips engulfed yours perfectly as you sighed lovingly, making him smile. He absolutely loved hearing your love sighs, they made his heart flutter. Ever since he first kissed you and you sighed, he was hooked—he already was, but he knew he was done for when he heard the pretty sound.

“Let me take this off…” his fingers worked to unclasp your bra from the front, your breasts springing free once the last clasp was undone.

You watched intently as he licked his lips, before dipping in. His mouth automatically latched to your nipple while his hands pressed your boobs together.

“Mmm…” he hummed against your skin.

He closed his eyes and his eyebrows knitted up while he sucked on your chest. You couldn’t help but stare at his hollowed cheeks swallowing your nipples.

“So squishy…” he groaned before poking his tongue to play with your glistening buds. He alternated between teasing one and the other.

His hands squeezed your boobs again before his thumb and index finger moved to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging, he got them to be hard and blushed.

You just laid there, staring down at him mesmerized by your tits. He was absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Whenever he was stressed he would just come to you and start sighing loudly until you caught on and he eventually ended up under your shirt choking on your boobs.

A hard tug on your nipple made you snap out of your thoughts when you felt a slight pain. Teeth. He had bitten you.

“Wonwoo.No biting.”

“I’m sorry, angel. I couldn’t help it.” He whispered and kissed the skin he had bit.

You stared as he poked out his tongue again, licking your areolas in circular motions, before licking your nipples. His strong hands kept kneading your breasts and you couldn’t help but bite your lip.

His mouth suddenly sucked both nipples at the same time when he pressed your tits together, making you gasp a little.

“Are you okay, baby? Did that hurt?” He asked worried, lifting his face up, the corners of his mouth glistened with his own saliva and you couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was just thinking about how shy you were when we first met and look at you right now.” You smirked playfully before pushing the bridge of his glasses.

“Look who’s talking. The girl that went from teasing me because I liked her to begging formy dick.” He replied and you scoffed in surprise, this was the first time he replied back at your teasings. His usual blush and whine, gone.

“As if! I don’t beg!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy. We all know you love it.” He argued and hovered your body, his face now leveled to yours. Wonwoo couldn’t help but stop and admire you. Messy hair against, your flushed skin, plus your cute specs resting on the bridge of your nose—it was just such a sight to see.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You whispered, the fact that you had your whole chest out was long forgotten.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

“I don’t look pretty right now.” You said.

“You look gorgeous. You always do.” Your heart skipped a beat when his lips pressed on yours tenderly. It was crazy how Wonwoo made you feel. No one had ever made you feel as loved as he did. Sure, you had many people calling you beautiful, praising you, and showing their love for you, but the sparkle in his eyes whenever he looked at you made you feel like the most special person on earth—and to him, you were.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered against his lips and he nodded.

You both stood up and he gather your belongings while you turned off all studio equipment. Just as you were about to open the door he yanked you by the arm.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Your… let me put it back on.” He said bashfully as he blushed and reached to clasp your bra on and lift your shirt back up.

“Oh my God… I was about to leave with my tits out?!” You hide your face on his chest. “This is your fault.”

“Okay, I actually take blame for this. I had forgotten to pull your shirt back up.” He smiled cutely.

“Shh, be quiet.” You whispered as you entered your house, Wonwoo practically clinging to you as he tried to kiss your neck.

“They are all asleep, they can’t hear, so don’t worry…” he replied and locked the front door before removing his shoes and running after you to your room.

Wonwoo closed the door and locked it. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, as you changed into your satin nightdress. He reached to press the small device on the wall, turning on the soundproof system.

“Really, Wonwoo?” You deadpanned.

“Hey, you get loud sometimes.” He said and removed his shirt, tossing it in the basket by the closet’s entrance.

“And who said we are having sex?” You teased. “Plus, the loud one here is you.”

And it was true, whenever you pleasured him, it was like he couldn’t control any of his senses. Loud groans and deep moans would fill the room every single time.

“Hmm… then why did we come home?” He dropped his sweats and tossed them where his shirt was. You tried your best not to stare at him much—the sight of his toned body in only his black tight underwear was absolutely knee-dropping.

“Because you were right. I need a break.” You said and put your glasses back on, ready to read a bit.

“What are you reading, then?” He asked and grabbed his towel.

“My new mixing console’s manual…” you replied.

“Babe, you need to stop. Watch some t.v or something. You worked all day.” He passed you the remote control for the t.v after pressing the button for it to come down from his hiding place in the ceiling. He loved reading with you, but he hated when you would revolve your whole day around work.

“And don’t watch any music-related videos. You can do all that tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead and you groaned.

“Fine.” You huffed and looked for something to watch.

“I’ll be back, I’m just going to take a shower.” He said and saw your pouty face. “Give me a kiss.” He leaned in.

“No.” You huffed again.

“Fine.” He was about to leave for the bathroom when you grabbed his farm.

“Okay, come back! Just one kiss.” You smooched his lips and he smiled widely.

“I love you, my grumpy baby.” He chuckled and left to shower.

Wonwoo came back to see you laughing at a comedy movie you found on Netflix. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. He was deeply and madly in love with you.

You felt the bed dip on his side, making you turn your head for a second.

“You smell good.” You said while staring are the screen.

“Hmm, thanks?” He chuckled and leaned closer to you.

Wonwoo stared at your bare shoulders and then down to your chest. The satin fabric was thin enough to let him see that your nipples were still hardened from before. You felt his lips press on your shoulder, slowly moving up your neck.

His hand moved to cup your boobs, massaging them.

“I shall continue where I left off…” he said before pulling the straps of your nightdress down, revealing your breasts.

His mouth quickly attached to your nipples as he laid his head on your lap. Wonwoo’s tongue worked around your nipples and occasionally sucked them in.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head when you looked down at him. He was like a baby, his mouth latched on your left breast and his hand kneaded the other while his eyes were closed.

“What would your fans say if they found out their sweet little Wonwoo is obsessed with sucking boobs?” You asked and ran your finger through his hair as he opened his eyes.

“I’m not obsessed with sucking boobs…” he said after pulling on your nipple and lapping it after. “I’m obsessed with suckingyour boobs. There’s a difference.”

“What happened to mysweet shyWonwoo?” You fake cried and he chuckled. “Who is this pervert, huh?”

“Me? A pervert?” He rested on his hand to be at your eye level and feigned offense. “What would your fans think if they knew their sweet ____ was obsessed with my dick?”

“Babe… I write songs about sex. Everybody knows I love dick,they just don’t know who’s.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed before pecking your lips.

“You look so cute with your glasses on…” he smiled and kissed you again.

“Yeah?” He hummed in response and kissed down your neck.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked as you stroked his hair.

“Yeah… but you look too good…” he bit your collarbone and kissed it after.

“Lay back.” You said and he immediately did as you said.

Wonwoo laid back on the plush new pillows you had brought out for him. As you straddled his lap, you reached down to completely remove your nightdress, his hands quickly holding your waist and sliding down to your ass.

“How did I get so lucky?” He whispered and you giggled while grinding down on him.

“You were too perfect not to fall in love with.” You leaned down to kiss his lips and he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss.

“I love you so much,” Wonwoo said and hissed when you pressed further down on his crotch.

“I love you more.”

You kissed down his torso until you got the waistband of his underwear, which you removed quickly and tossed to the side before removing your own. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dimmed the lights and turned on the starry ceiling lights, and then placed his and your glasses on the nightstand.

The lighting change made his eyes look like they contained the stars and the whole universe—and they really did (for you).

“Do you want to use a condom?” You asked as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “I’m on the pill.”

“I want to feel all of you…” he replied and you smirked.

The man beneath you shuddered when he felt your hand touch his sensitive erection. “Why are you always so horny?” You teased and he kissed your lips.

“How can I not, when I have the sexiest woman in the whole world as my girlfriend?” He whispered.

“Oh yeah? I’m the sexiest?” He hummed in agreement. “Mmm, that feels so good.” You moaned when his hand came down to grab his length and teased your entrance with the tip.

You slowly sank onto his cock, the size filling you up in a delicious stretch as you both moaned in unison.

“You feel so good, love.” He groaned, caressing your back as you waited to adjust to his cock.

Your knees supported you as you bounced on his lap slowly and your hands rested on his hard chest. Goosebumps arose on your skin as he caressed your body ever so softly.

“Ah! Mmm, Nonu…” he grunted at the sound of his name leaving your lips in that way.

He absolutely loved it when you called him that, given that not everyone calls him that, it makes it even more special.

“If you get tired, tell me, kitten.” He husked and you felt warm at the mention of that damned petname.

“Stop…” you breathed out sheepishly, which was cut short into a moan.

“Stop what,kitten?” He smirked and bit his lip for a second before groaning loudly as your center engulfed him tightly.

“Stop calling me that.” His hands grabbed your hips sternly and his hips pushed forward. “Fuck! Won- ah!” His hips remained thrusting up, your mouth hanging open at the feeling.

“Such a good kitten, aren’t you, baby?” He growled and wiped the small trail of drool falling past your lips. “You look so pretty like that… hmm…”

“Is it that good that it’s got you drool- hng-“ his voice was cut short when your hands were placed on his neck, softly pressing on his throat.

“What was that, sweetheart?” His eyes were closed and mouth open in a smirk.

He enjoyed every second of your hands cutting his oxygen, the rush made him ever hornier. Plus, he loved feeling your small hands on his neck, it was thick enough for you to need both hands to choke him.

“S’good…” he choked out as one of your hands left his throat to swipe out a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Look who’s drooling now… pussy too good?” You teased.

Wonwoo couldn’t do much but hum and moan when you leaned down to bite his lower lip. His hand moved to grasp at yours that was on his neck, giving you the signal to stop. You removed your hands and he inhaled sharply, in need of oxygen.

“Don’t- fuck!” He whimpered when he felt your walls clench around his shaft.

“Don’t what, baby?” Your hands took place by each side of his head, making your tits bounce close to his face. “Kitten ate your tongue?”

“Oh, God!” You wiped a bit of sweat on his forehead with your fingers and quickened the pace your hips were snapping to. “Kiss me, please.”

As you leaned down to do so, he took advantage of your hands not having any support, and flipped you over by the waist. His mouth was attached to yours still, flicking his tongue on your lips.

“Fuck, Wonwoo!” You screamed against his lips. Your boyfriend’s hips slammed into you rapidly.

“Do you want to get me to lose my voice again? Huh?” He grunted as you moaned louder—reminding you of the last time you choked him, he had lost his voice and got in trouble.

“As if you don’t like it…” you smirked but a sharp thrust made your smirk fade into a whine.

“You’re right. I don’t like it…I fucking love it.” Wonwoo kissed your jaw and down your neck until he reached his favorite spot—your shoulder blade, where he sunk his teeth to leave a mark. “Shit-“

“Stop biting!” Your fingernails dug into his back and his head fell to your chest, his hands gripping at your tits and mouth sucking your sensitive buds.

“I’m so close, baby…” you cried out after a few seconds.

“I’m close too, kitten. Fuck, you feel too good.” He shut his eyes again and bit the skin of your breasts, coming up to kiss you after.

“You’re so beautiful, angel.” He murmured against your cheek, yet in your ears, it sounded like he was far away.

“Mmm, Nonu-“ your toes curled up once you wrapped your legs around his torso to feel him deeper.

“Let go, sweetheart.” He rasped and you did as he said with a loud moan.

You felt yourself dissolve into the pleasure he was giving you. A ringing noise filled your ears mixed with the faint sound of Wonwoo’s deep moans, while you could feel his cock pulsating inside you as he came.

The weight of his body soon fell upon yours, but it just felt like the warmest hug ever.

“I love you,” he repeated countless times as he kissed all over your skin.

“Don’t move,” you whined. “Just hug me.”

“Of course, pretty.” He circled his arms around your waist and rolled you over to lay on his chest, where you stayed for a couple of minutes, listening to his heartbeat.

“Don’t your shoulders hurt, baby?” You asked, remembering the muscle pain he voiced out earlier.

“Mmm, yeah… but you make me feel better.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Do you want to take a shower again?” You asked and he only laughed. “I’ll give you a massage if you wash my hair.”

“You don’t need to bargain with me, you know I’d do anything for you for free.” He said and sat up, bringing you up with him. “So… about moving in with you…”

NEOYUNO 2022

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #smut

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waitingonher · 1 year

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hi can u make some Percy jackson x reader in wich reader is a songwriter or plays a instrument

percy jackson dating a musically talented s/o

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

content warning: couplely things?

word count: 897

author's note: sorry in advance if any of the info about the guitar scene was wrong. i wrote it purely based off of what i found on google so!

when i say that percy’s your biggest fan…HE IS YOUR BIGGEST FAN.

no matter what you do, he’s always so impressed and awestruck. it literally could be something as simple as you practicing your instrument and he’d be looking at you as if you just finished performing a life-altering concert. even if you’re just quietly humming a random tune, percy would stop whatever he’s doing to listen to you. he’s so obsessed it’s kinda funny.

percy absolutely loves hearing your own original songs. he could never find flaws in your art. even if you consider one of them to not be your best work, he’d believe it to be the best thing that’s ever graced his ears.

sometimes you think he’s lying, because how does he manage to fall in love with every single thing that you write?? honestly, i bet you could write a song about dirty laundry and he’d still find something to love about it.

“hey perce, wanna hear this new song i’m working on?” you ask your boyfriend. he immediately turns his attention from a random knick knack on top of your dresser onto you, “yeah, lemme hear it.” you open your notebook to find the page with your newest song, titled peanut allergies. yes, it’s a stupid name, but that was the point. you wanted to write a song so bad that percy wouldn’t be able to come up with a single compliment for it. “okay, it’s still a work in progress, but-” percy interjects, “don’t worry babe, your songs are always good.” you hold back a grin before reaching for your guitar. glancing up at him for a second, you take note of the wide grin that he has on display. you’re anticipating the moment when his smile begins to falter. as percy listens to your song about the severity of peanut allergy reactions, you peek up at him only to see his smile still standing strong. then, when you finish performing your song, he gives you a round of applause, “babe that was so good!” for a hot minute, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to find at least a miniscule amount of amusement behind them. none. percy was dead serious. he tilits his head, trying to decipher why you were staring at him so intensely. “what? that was like, probably the worst thing i’ve ever written?” you say. he gives you a strange look, as if what you said was the weird thing, “i for one, thought it was poetic.”

percy’s favorite camp activity are the sing-alongs. not because he likes to sing, but because he likes hearing you sing. he’s gotten very good at singling out your voice and drowning out the others.

sometimes the morning after a camp sing-along, one of your friends will tell you that they saw percy staring at you. after inquiring more, they’d say that he had his eyes transfixed on you the entire time, never once looking away. later, an aphrodite kid would tell you that even they were shocked by the amount of love radiating from percy. you make a mental note to give him extra kisses later.

karaoke dates!!

somehow the stoll brothers managed to smuggle in a karaoke machine…now you and percy are the most frequent users of it. a lot of the times, you’ll bring it to hang outs with your guys friends. you two love seeing their reactions to you guys singing cheesy couple songs. “love is an open door” and “don’t go breaking my heart” are your go-to’s.

despite how bad he is, percy loves it when you try to teach him how to play your instruments. so far you’ve been teaching him the guitar, and he’s slowly picking it up!

the only reason why it’s taking him so long to learn is because of how much you distract him. he loves the close contact with you. especially when you have to rearrange his fingers or his posture. percy notices the way your hands sometimes linger for a few seconds longer than necessary.

taking the guitar, you arrange your fingers to play a-minor. looking down at the instrument, you give percy a run-down of how to position his fingers, “yeah so first, you wanna put your index finger on the first fret of your b string. then, your middle finger goes on the second…” you peek up at percy to see him looking at you, “love, are you even paying attention.” “uh…yes,” he tries. you give him a look of amusement, “yeah? show me a-minor then.” “right,” percy takes the guitar out of your lap, and places his fingers on the complete opposite of where he was supposed to. you chuckle, “um no, that’s actually d-minor. pay attention next time, hm?” “yeah sorry, i was just uh…distracted,” he says sheepishly. you furrow your brows, “what’s distracting you?” “you,” percy blurts out without thinking. feining a look of disgust, you playfully push your boyfriend’s shoulder, “you are such a creep.” but percy knows that you aren’t really mad. in fact, he doesn’t fail to notice your flushed cheeks and lack of eye contact as you try to return to your lesson.

in spite of how much he’s been practicing, percy somehow still sucks. he claims it’s because “there can only be one musician in this relationship.”

there definitely won’t be songs featuring percy any time soon.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fluff #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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catindabag · 1 year

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That’s it. Here are my personal Top 10 favorite TBOSAS fanfics to read on the weekends.

PS: Most of them were published even before the trailer for the upcoming movie premiered.

So here are my recommendations:

1. The Plinth Prize by Redex

This oneshot is a certified classic angsty Snowjanus/SnowPlinth fic. And honestly, this is why I support my fellow SnowPlinth shippers, cuz this story could definitely replace the last 3 chapters of TBOSAS and I wouldn’t even question it.

2. Nothing to lose by HopelessRomantikk

This oneshot is another Snowjanus/SnowPlinth fic. However, this one is quite romantically sweet as cinnamon with lots of kisses. Just play the song Say Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Rey in the background and you’re good to go.😘

3. Reflections of the Garden by madzdolin

This one is an angsty SnowBaird fic that actually gives you one of the best bittersweet endings ever. It also gave the readers a proper closure to Coryo’s relationship with both Lucy Gray and Sejanus. You might even cry a little when you read the last chapter. Just saying~.😚

4. Saving Each Other by flipflop_diva

This oneshot is one of those unique SnowBaird fics that gives the readers a good “What if” scenario to seriously think about, cuz in this AU, Coryo doesn’t escape the Arena with Sejanus. So he’s basically stuck with Lucy Gray as another “tribute,” until they both won by waiting and poisoning everybody else. And yes, Reaper was not amused.

5. You Complete Me by gaytriforce

This oneshot is another classic Snowjanus/SnowPlinth confession fic. Moreover, I really loved the simple way of how they got together. And to be honest, this short fic could replace the whole Peacekeeper arc and I wouldn’t even notice the change.

6. Pursuit Predation by evaerobics

This oneshot is that rare Snowjanus/SnowPlinth AU fic that deserves another 50 chapters. It basically gives the readers a “What if” scenario where Coryo was chosen to Mentor District two’s male Tribute, Sejanus Plinth. And yes, Sejanus kissed Coryo in front of his classmates before entering the Capitol Arena.

7. The last two loves of his life by boneslen

This one is a good bittersweet angsty SnowBaird/SnowPlinth fic. Basically, Lucy Gray was forced to become an Avox by Dr. Gaul. Sejanus is still dead. And Coryo is busy having a mental breakdown every second of the day. The newly elected President of Panem just really wants both his girlfriend and boyfriend back, ok. The Bi-panic is real with this one.

8. Roses and Nutmeg by PliaPlia

This Snowjanus/SnowPlinth oneshot features a very stressed out malnourished AF Coryo, who became quite ill because he keeps giving away his food to a very busy Tigris. Seriously, somebody give the poor cabbage boy some soup. Sejanus, call your Ma and feed your future boyfriend.

9. Feverish Dreams by Cordeliadumaurier

Let’s just agree that this long ass SnowBaird fic has the craziest story of the season. I mean, the revenge plot alone is amazing, and every single character is insane in their own way, even Lucy Gray. Moreover, everyone is just borderline obsessed with Coryo’s dead dad, Crassus Snow. Even dead Dean Casca Highbottom was freaking in love with Snow’s dead dad! So yeah, they’re all obsessed, depressed, and crazy. Everyone needs therapy, but Snow still lands on top. #Crasca4ever

10. The Sound of Snow Falling by PRES_CS_HGT

This HG/TBOSAS fic is one of my personal favorites. The plot alone is great and unique in its own way, because it features a very young and confused 5’4 and a half Coryo Snow waking up after the end of the Second Rebellion. Also, the new President, Alma Coin wants to place him inside the Arena as a Tribute for the crimes he doesn’t even remember committing. And his assigned Mentor, Katniss Everdeen hates him for some reason. And what the heck happened to Tigris?! Why is she so old?! And why does she look like a literal tiger?! Who knows, Coryo Snow.

Special Mention:

1. I’m so sorry, Coryo by HopelessRomantikk

Basically, this features Sejanus Plinth’s angsty POV in TBOSAS, and how he was secretly in love with Coryo Snow since forever. However, he still meets the same fate here.

2. The needle in the brain by Sweetlit

This TBOSAS AU fic is already wild and spicy like some Lana Del Rey album. The plot alone is great and full of mysteries. Moreover, this story’s “What if” scenario features a very desperate and depressed Coryo Snow seducing a heartbroken Dean Casca Highbottom to let him stay in the Capitol after winning the Hunger Games. And let’s just agree that if ever Crassus Snow reads this fic, he might as well burn Panem to the ground.

3. The Hanging Tree by SirFanfic

This oneshot features a regretful Coryo Snow, who decided to have a last minute change of heart and saved Sejanus from being hanged.

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baxteravenue · 2 years

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Can You Shoot & Score?

PART ONE.

Summary: You don't listen to Jack Harlow but because your friend is seeing his best friend you find yourself at his concert and at the center of his attention.

A/N: This is a three parter, so stay tuned!

“You’re coming,” Your roommate practically begs, “Y/N please for me! I literally never ask you to go anywhere and I’m literally on my knees.”

“I don’t even listen to him, besides that one song.” You shake your head, “And I don’t know if I can be the best wing woman.”

Jack Harlow is in town and for the past few months on and off your roommate has been messaging with his best friend or photographer… you’re not really sure but you do remember his name because of how random it was. Urban.

“I will literally play Animal Crossing with you for an entire month, please! Just the show and the club after and you will get me to fully dive into the game you’ve been wanting me to play for the longest.”

“Way to make me sound boring.” You stick out your tongue.

“So?”

It’s silent for a bit before you eventually melt, “Fine. But I’m wearing what I want to wear.”

Nina, your roomie practically jumps up and down in a fit of glee. “Yay and fine! You could literally wear a trash bag and still look hot.”

So that’s how you ended up being escorted from the box office all the way to the backstage area, backstage passes plastered on both you and Nina.

It’s awkward at first when you walk into a room crowded with girls wearing full on club outfits, you slowly begin to feel self conscious with your choice of clothing. Your trusty pair of Levi’s and a random black mesh tank. You slowly lean into Nina, “Did not know we were going to a Fashion Nova runway show.”

Nina giggles, “You look beautiful.”

You recognize Urban first, Nina had shown you his instagram first. He completely disregards all the girls lingering and walks up to Nina with a huge smile on his face and a cherry wrapped joint behind his ear.

He hugs her tightly and you smile, you can’t hear what he says but she smiles and he gives her the blunt.

“This is Y/N, Y/N this is Urban.” Urban smiles, and for a second you see his eyes dart behind you wiggling his eyebrows a bit before snapping back.

“S’nice to meet you, did you need anything? We got some drinks over there and some chicken sandwiches and oh shit do you smoke? I got Neens her favorite but I completely forgot to ask if you had any preferences.”

You melt at Urban’s nickname for Nina and shake your head, “Thank you but no. I don’t smoke, I get paranoid and I’m not a big fan of alcohol.”

“Respect.” Urban nods, “What about a chicken sandwich?”

“Sure.” You shrug.

Urban leads you over to a whole buffet, constantly looking over your shoulder. “Help yourself to anything,” Glance, “Literally anything.” Glance, “Give me a second I’ll be right back.”

Urban leaves and you look down, giggling at the Jack Harlowified wraps of the KFC chicken sandwiches.

“It’s funny huh?” An unfamiliar voice says from beside you.

You look up and then back at the wrapper and then back up, “They kinda did you dirty, you look like the unabomber.” You immediately cover your mouth with your hand, “I didn’t”

“Holy shit.” He laughs, “Okay, wow.”

“I didn’t mean to actually say that out loud.” You can feel your cheeks getting red.

“It’s fine,” He smiles looking back down at the rapper before laughing, “Shit you’re kinda right.”

You shake your head, “M’sorry I’m just gonna eat my chicken sandwich in the corner and stay quiet.”

“Wait no!” Jack says a little too eagerly for his liking, “Nah it’s cool… What's your name again?”

“I never said it, It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N…” Jack tests the name on his lips, “I like that name. It’s a nice name.”

“Thanks, I like the name Jack too. It reminds me of how obsessed I was with Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, so much that I had my parents buy me this onesie costume and I wore it almost every day for the entire month of April which is like an insanely random month to develop a hyperfixation on that and sometimes I ask myself like why not October or like even December? But then again I did watch Stand By Me over and over again from November to…” You immediately stop realizing how many words are coming out of your mouth, “Sorry.”

Jack has the cheesiest smile, loving every single word that’s coming out of your mouth. “No please continue, I was just going to say how I watched Save The Last Dance secretly every night for two months straight, I swore I was gonna pop out at my seventh grade winter formal like no other.”

You throw your head back in a fit of laughter, “I kid you not I used to stand in front of the T.V. and try and mimic every single one of Moose’s dance scenes from Step Up.”

“And how did that go? Can you move like him?”

You snort laughing, “Oh hell no. I have no rhythm. I was doomed from the start and I think if I remember correctly I dislocated a bone.”

Jack can’t stop laughing with you and neither can you. Everyone sees how deep the two of you are in conversation, laughs coming out every few seconds. Urban, all of Jack’s friends, and Nina are smiling watching from a distance. Meanwhile every other girl who had hope of a shot frowns with disappointment and jealousy.

You’re telling Jack about how you used to play basketball in high school when his eyes light up.

“Wait for reals, you used to play? You can shoot?” Jack has an up to no good look on his face.

“It’s been a while but I think so, I’m not the tallest but I have a good arm.” You shrug.

Jack nods, “Alright… alright. You’re gonna be watching from the side stage or were you gonna be in the crowd?”

You look over at Nina who’s staring at you already along with everyone else. You give her a confused look before turning back to Jack, “Uhm it’s honestly up to Nina, I came with her so…”

He nods as someone tells him he’s on in five.

“I hope you enjoy the show.” Jack gives you a wink, “And I really hope you can shoot.”

You don’t know what he means but before you can even ask you both are being dragged in different directions. Jack to his spot on stage and you to side stage to watch with Nina and Urban.

You’ve never really listened to his music but you find yourself enjoying the music. You laugh as he interacts with the crowd.

“We even got a basket up here and… a ball! Who thinks they can make it?”

The arena immediately roars in cheers, Jack laughs looking at all the raised hands. “Alright. Alright. There's no way y'all can all make it. Hmmm, you!” He points at a girl right at the front, “You think you can? Alright c’mon. And you my boy in the middle you got it? Alright let's go. And mmm alright you look like you got the spirit you come up too!”

It’s sad to see all of the fans miss, but regardless they look happy that they were even up there getting to be near Jack.

You giggle as he nicely kicks the fans off joking about their lack of baskets before looking around, “You know I think I have another person who said they can shoot… Y/N, you wanna give it a try?”

Your eyes widen as the light moves to you, Jack pulling at your arm. “C’mon I need one person to make it. Everyone Y/N said she’s got it like that!”

The crowd cheers.

You shake your head, “What? No!”

“C’mon Y/N don’t make us go out sad!” Jack pouts at you, before turning back to the crowd, “Unless she doesn’t got it like that then I get it. She doesn't want to embarrass herself.”

“Embarrass myself?” Suddenly you don’t care that you’re stepping on a huge stage in front of almost 16,000 people. You grab the ball from Jack’s arms, “No one’s gonna embarrass themselves.”

“Oooh she got the ball! Let’s see if she makes it?” Jack taunts you to the crowd.

Oh you were gonna make it, best believe that. Suddenly you were back in your high school prime ready to make a free throw and within second it swishes into the basket graceful as fuck and you cant help but let out a small scream jumping up and down. You were never great with pressure, but it was nice to know you still had it.

You feel your feet lift off the floor as Jack picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder screaming. “Let’s goooooo!”

You cannot stop laughing as he runs all over the stage, before gently placing you down at the side of the stage. “Man everyone give it up for Y/N! She redeemed yall!” Jack tucks the mic behind him, “You’re too fucking good, I think I’m obsessed with you.”

He doesn’t even give you time to respond before he’s running back to the center of the stage getting into the next song.

Your mouth is open slightly in shock and a bit of confusion.

“Oh, he likes you bad girl.” Nina smirks.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #come home the kids miss you #fun fact i was on varsity basketball all of high school #jack harlow x y/n #kinda crazy i wasnt picked to free throw but whatevs

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