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-> summary: who knew sleepless nights would be so beneficial. fewtrell!reader bc we love brothers best friend here :)
-> warnings: fluff, language, lando being the absolute loml.
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lando norris and max fewtrell had been attached by the hip since anyone could remember. best friends through literally everything. and if someone would look directly behind them, theyâd see you always following behind.
you didnât mind always trailing behind them when you were younger, and it gave the boys someone to compete against besides themselves whenever youâd go karting or join them in games.
but as you grew older, the ganging up turned into protection. from threatening to beat up ex boyfriends to actually doing so, somewhere along the line, max had made it clear to his best friend that you were off limits. in fact, no one in the friend group was allowed to even think about it.
however, everything max had told him seemed to go in through landoâs ear and out the other. he wasnât exactly sure when he had finally stopped seeing you as âjust his best friend's little sisterâ, but the inevitable happened nonetheless.
on the other hand, you had always had feelings for lando. youâd always suppress them to keep them hidden from your overprotective brother, knowing the minute you tried youâd be shot down. even the pages in your diary when you were 8 were filled about how you thought lando âhad the prettiest eyesâ, and âtoo good of eyelashes for a boyâ.
and the pining just got worse last week when he had found you knocking on his bedroom door at 1:30 in the morning. you hadnât been able to sleep, and it was evident as you tiredly smiled at him in the doorway. he wasnât sure how you knew he was still awake, but he assumed it was the soft glow shining from the crack at the bottom of the door.
it wasnât. you had heard the low volume of the tv in his room, his soft chuckles making their way through the paper thin walls. he hadnât been able to sleep either, and when he wasnât able to sleep, heâd always watch a movie.
his heart got caught in his throat as he took in your appearance, the old mclaren sweatshirt he had let you borrow ages ago hugging your frame, plaid pajama pants he swore were maxâs. you looked tired. so so tired. meeting your eyes with a soft smile and sympathetic eyes, he spoke, âyou okay, y/n?â
you shook your head, your eyelids slowly blinking, âi canât sleep. i donât know what it is, but i havenât been able to sleep for more than 4 hours the past few nights.â
he frowned, opening the door wider for you to come in. he nodded in the direction of his bed, âme either. wanna join for the rest of the movie til you feel tired enough to go to bed?â
you nodded, stepping into the room as he closed the door behind you. you climbed into his bed, him shuffling in next to you as you were swallowed by the soft duvet, your head meeting the plush pillow behind you.
âwhatâre we watching?â you asked, your voice soft as he unpaused the movie.
âsomething on netflix, i donât know. actings so bad it makes me laugh.â
you smiled over at him, âletâs see if itâs bad enough to put us to sleep.â
this continued for a couple weeks, you either knocking on his door or sending him a text to ask if he was still awake. he had even found himself staying up to make sure he heard your text or knocks, desperately wanting you to come climb into his bed or fall asleep next to you.
and just like any other night, last night he padded across the wooden floors in the apartment quietly after getting your usual âare you awake?â text. he knocked softly on the door before pushing it open and slipping inside your room, noticing the lack of the fairy lights twinkling on the walls, the only source of light coming from the tv that hung on the wall.
you let him climb into your bed, smiling softly as you rolled onto your side to face him, âhi.â
he smiled back, âhi.â
you let out a huff, âiâm starting to think maybe i should run to the store tomorrow and get some melatonin. â
âor, hear me out,â he smirked tiredly, âyou can put that pretty little head to rest at night like normal people do.â
âoh, so you think my head is pretty?â
he let out a boyish giggle, âonly if you think mine is.â
you laughed softly, letting your eyes lock with his. you werenât sure when you scooted so close to him, but he found himself wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. you placed your leg over his hip, his other hand tracing circles on the soft skin on your thighs. he hummed contently as your face nuzzled into his chest. you found yourself listening to the fast pace of his heartbeat.
over the past couple weeks, you two had found yourself in this position more and more. it was like the more youâd climb into each otherâs beds, the more heâd have the confidence to pull you so close to him that there were no gaps for air between you two. you werenât complaining, of course, but because everything about it was so new and with him, it made you a tiny bit nervous.
you listened to the movie in the background, basking in the smell embedded in his hoodie. he smelled like his cologne, the laundry detergent everyone used, and a soft mix of your perfume. the floral scent pulled at your heart strings as you realized it was the hoodie he had tugged over your head the night before, right after you had complained about the fact he kept his room so cold.
the fact that he didnât discard the hoodie immediately into the hamper after last night, but instead he put it on, made your heart squeeze. you wondered if he had put it on to bask in the smell of you, but you'd never know the answer because you were too embarrassed to ask.
he did.
âso,â you started, knowing he was still awake, the two of you just basking in the comfortable silence that fell over you, âready to get back to racing?â
âyes and no,â he said, his thumb switching directions on the skin of your thigh, making stars now, âi like being home, but i also love racing, yâknow, so iâm excited. but not excited to leave everyone.â
your fingers traveled underneath the red cloth of his hoodie, reaching his lower abdomen as you felt his breathing hitch softly in his chest. you drug your fingertips against his soft skin, âyeah, i get you,â you said into his chest, âgonna miss max more than me, i get it.â
he chuckled softly, âmhm, whatever you want to believe.â
however, it sent him over the edge when you moved your head to look up at him. his blue/green eyes met your tired ones, a soft and playful smile on your lips, âwhat?â
humming back at you as he softly raised his eyebrows, âhmm?â
you shook your head, a playful smile on your lips, âdonât do that. what did you say, lan?â
he cleared his throat nervously, cheeks daring to turn a light shade of pink, âiâm going to miss you the most out of everyone, y/n.â
you were silent as he let out a soft puff of air, his eyes scanning over your face like he was trying to memorize it. you smiled softly, his eyes lingering on your lips before meeting yours again.
âlando,â your voice was soft, hands moving from under his sweatshirt to cup his cheeks. he leaned into your touch, quietly sighing out of relief at the feeling he had been waiting so long for, âiâŠâ
you trailed off, nerves getting the best of you. he was so close, his minty breath fanning over your face. everything about it was making you so nervous you swore you were about to go into cardiac arrest. his voice broke the silence, âi know.â
you looked at him with furrowed brows, âyou know what?â
âi know you like me,â he smiled, his eyes meeting with yours again, âiâve known ever since max and i snuck into your room when we were eight and i read your diary.â
you gasped, laughing as you slapped his chest, âyou fucks!â
he smiled, âi was the only one who read it, but it was nice to know the girl i thought was cute liked me back.â
âdo you still think sheâs cute?â
âno,â he smiled softly. you felt your heart drop, you couldnât tell if he was being serious or kidding, until he continued, âi think sheâs the most gorgeous woman iâve ever seen in my life.â
you smiled, his thumb pressing against your cheek as his hand cupped your face, his fingers meeting the hairs at the back of your ear. you werenât sure who leaned in first, but the gap closed rather quickly as he pulled your neck down to his level.
you kissed him back with the same amount of passion and love as he put into it. his arm that was around your waist moved to the other side of your head, his body fully hovering over you as he held himself up. you let him slot between your legs, letting his tongue slip inside of your mouth.
you panted as he broke the kiss hesitantly, his lips finding the soft spot underneath your earlobe on your neck. you let out a soft whimper, your arms wrapping around his neck.
âlando,â the sound of you saying his name breathlessly was like music to his ears, âbaby.â
and so was that pet name. fuck he was so done for.
his hands trailed up your oversized t-shirt, hands finding your tummy as he desperately wanted to touch your skin again. you smiled into the kiss as you heard a soft giggle escape his throat when your hands had found the ticklish spots on his sides.
âare you ticklish?â you grinned, breaking the kiss to take a breath. he sent you a tight lipped smile before giving you a warning look.
âdonât even-â
you didnât listen to what else he had said, your fingers digging into his sides. he laughed, desperately trying not to wake up your housemates as he tried to get you to quit it.
however, when he flipped the both of you so you were in his lap and his hands found your ticklish spots with ease, you knew it was game over. he had won.
âlando,â you breathed, a giggle following in pursuit, âstop!â
âsorry, baby,â he said, âcanât hear you.ïżœïżœïżŒ
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it was the next morning, lando was still asleep in your bed, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his fluff of curls, a blanket wrapped around his waist as he faced you. you had woken up a couple minutes ago, your eyes wandering over to the sleeping boy next to you. he looked at peace, his eyelashes kissing his skin, cheek squished against the pillow.
you didnât mean to stir him out of his sleep when you snuggled in closer, but he hummed happily as he threw an arm around your waist, you nuzzling into his chest.
he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, resting his head on yours as you both dozed back off to sleep. a sleep so deep that neither of you had heard the door to the apartment shut, or hear someone knocking on your bedroom door.
it was ethan and niran who found you first. the both of them sharing a look as they stood in the doorway.
âwell, itâs about time,â ethan joked, niran smirking down at the couple.
âyeah, just wait for max to find out about this.â
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Thinking about overprotective big brother Katsu and his adopted Omega little sister. They might not be blood, but he has fully accepted her as if she were his blood and thus is naturally willing to shed it if even a single hair is out of place.
Unfortunately for him, she believes sheâs grown just because she old enough to be considered grown and loves flirting with his friends..
And itâs like yes, heâs only 4 years older than her, but no? Heâs 25, so sheâs 21? Bullshit! Thatâs a 12 year old little girl, and if she doesnât stop cuddling up to Kirishima talking about how heâs such a big strong Alpha right this minute heâs throwing Kirishimaâs ass out and grounding the little brat.
Kirishima isnât even flirting back, hands held in the air and eyes flicking between the Bakugou siblings trying to convey his innocence in this situation.
It would probably have worked to convince his friend, if it werenât for the fact that Katsu later finds them cuddle up together after they thought heâd gown to bed.
He nearly killed them both that night.
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Squeaky Steps - Part 1: Merry Christmas (Simon Riley x Fem!Reader)
Pairing: Simon âGhostâ Riley x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,622
Warnings: Mentions the death of a parent, age gap (23/31).
Summary: Simon is your brotherâs best friend. Itâs Christmas and heâs staying with your family for the holidays. You have a talk on the deck.
Notes: I think I have a problem because everything I write has some depressing undertone and I can't help it - it's for the plot I tell myself. If there are errors it is because I didn't proofread at all - oopsies đ€
Part 2: Spinning
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Tick.Â
Tick.
Tick.
The soft sound of the hands on your alarm clock is a continuous song in the dark abyss that is your bedroom.
Laying flat on your back, your eyes stare a hole into the ceiling. How much longer can you stare before your brain accepts nothing is going to change about the ceiling?
Sighing, your body stays still except your head that looks over at the clock.Â
2:43 AM. Merry Christmas, the little voice in your head says. Merry Christmas to you too, you reply in your head. Are you losing it? Probably.
Deciding that laying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, including having a conversation with yourself in your head, is going to do you no good in aiding your attempt at sleep. So, you slip out from underneath the covers. You walk over to the closet, opening it to grab your dadâs old oversized quarter-zip. Good olâfaithful - that quarter zip got you through a break-up, college finalsâŠname the stressful event and you probably wore it. Reaching down to the shoe rack, you grab an old pair of slippers that have gone through hell and back.
Carefully, you walk down the staircase, avoiding every squeaky spot you memorized since the age of five. Once at the bottom, you walk to the sliding door to head onto the back deck. As you open it, you notice your brotherâs best friend, Simon, smoking a cigarette.
âThose things will kill you, yâknow?â Closing the door behind you before you walk over to him, arms crossed to preserve your warmth. Youâre not sure if this actually helps, but youâve convinced yourself it does.
Simon takes a drag from the first class ticket to death between his fingers, turning to acknowledge your presence as he does. Pulling it away from his lips, he smirks and exhales softly.
âReally? I thought they prolonged your life.â Simon says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. If you knew nothing about cigarettes, his tone would almost be believable. A smile forms on your own lips, watching his breath cloud up in the winter air before it slowly vanishes into the night.Â
âHmm,â You hummed softly, looking up to see the stars and moon painting the night sky. âAnd here I thought you were a smart man.â Your gaze moving from the sky, landing back on his.
Simon ignores your comment, taking another drag from the cigarette. âWhat are you doing up, Little Walker?â The nickname he gave you since you met him at the age of seven and he was fifteen. Now twenty-three and thirty-one, the name would be going nowhere soon.Â
âCouldnât sleep.â You shrugged. âStarted talking to myself and figured I should just get some fresh air before Santa brought me a psych ward stay for Christmas.â The joke instantly earned a chuckle from Simon. âWhat brings you here?â You ask.
âCouldnât sleep.â He reuses your response you just gave him, taking one last drag from his cigarette before he presses the bud against the deck railing. âIt seems to happen every Christmas, so I usually come out here. But, this year you seem to be my surprise guest.â A soft chuckle comes from him, his body moving so his back is against the railing and arms crossed over his chest. âAny specific reason you canât sleep?â The tone in which he asks the question makes you think he has an idea whatâs causing your restlessness. His gaze on your quarter-zip holds for a few moments, as if he is examining it.
âThinkinâ about your dad, arenât you?â Bingo.Â
âAm I that easy to read?â You say softly.
âWhen Iâve known you since the age of seven, Iâd say youâre the only book I know how to read along with your brother.â He chuckles, it subsides rather quickly as his expression turns serious. âItâs the fifth Christmas without him.â It isnât a question, heâs stating it. Itâs a fact that canât be disputed.
It was May. One month before your high school graduation. Your mom and you had been at the dress boutique finalizing alterations on your prom dress. Your brother was home from deployment visiting friends, catching up with them.Â
The house was quiet when you and your mom arrived home an hour later. The prom dress in its protective bag and you were excited to show your dad. âDad, weâre home!â You called out. Silence. But, his car was in the driveway. He had to be home. Setting the dress on the couch, you made your way to the sliding door that led to the backyard. Not a soul to be seen besides a red cardinal eating from the bird feeder you begged your dad to build when you were nine.
You stepped away from the sliding door, your body freezing as it registered your mother screaming. Hurriedly, you made your way up the staircase. Every squeak amplified as your feet landed on each stair. You grabbed the railing at the stop of the stairs, swinging your body around the corner to rush towards your parents bedroom. Eyes landing on your mother who was on the floor, hovering over his body. Arms extended out and palms on his chest as you saw her body push against the chest of your father who laid on the floor.Â
He never saw the dress.Â
âYep.â The âpâ makes an exaggerated popping noise. You stand next to Simon, back leaning against the railing and crossing your arms. The same position he holds. âI think it sucks more when the number feels like a milestone. Except it isnât a happy milestone. Itâs a, âhey, fuck you, remember this shitty thing that happened to you like it happened yesterdayâ. Yâknow?â Looking up at the sky for the second time tonight, you stare a little longer this time at the stars and moon.Â
âChristmas was his favorite holiday.â Simon says, pulling your attention from the sky. âI never did thank him properly for letting me spend it every year with you guys.â He almost sounded angry. Or was it frustration?Â
âSimon, he knew how much you appreciated it.â Your voice wrapped around him like a heated blanket in the cold winter air as you noticed his facial expression relax. âDonât think for a second he didnât.â The words coming out of your mouth with no hesitation.
Silence lingered for a minute between the two of you. âI need another cigarette.â He muttered, reaching into his jacket pocket for his pack and lighter. Pulling one out, he held it between his teeth as he shoved the pack back into his pocket. You watched as he tried to ignite the lighter, failing to do so earned a frustrated grunt. Not thinking twice, you reached for the lighter and fidgeted with it for a moment before you held it up to the cigarette in his mouth. Your eyes focused on the end of the cigarette as your thumb moved to ignite the lighter. Simonâs eyes focused on your face, watching the flame brighten your face for a fleeting moment.
He took a drag as you lit it, pulling it away from his lips and turning to exhale away from your face. âThanks, Little Walker.â You handed him the lighter, nodding. âNo problem. But, donât thank me for aiding in your early death.â You said, the words felt heavier on Simonâs chest considering their conversation a few moments ago. âIâll quit one day.â His gaze fell down to look at you.
Nodding to his proclamation, a yawn leaves your mouth. âI think thatâs your sign to get to bed.â Simon said before he took another drag of his cigarette. âI think youâre right. Are you heading in too?â You ask as you scrunch the end of your sleeves to cover your hands from the cold. âNot yet. Donât worry about me. Get to bed.â The words sound cold, but you know he cares about you.
You nod once more at his words, heading for the sliding door.
âLittle Walker?â He says, just as you go to pull the door open. You turn your head to look at him. âYeah, Simon?âÂ
âMerry Christmas.â Simon says.
âMerry Christmas.â You say.
When you laid in bed after getting back upstairs, you glanced at the clock.
3:23 AM.Â
Pancakes.
Opening your eyes, you wake up laying on your side facing the window in your room. The sun breaks through the small crack in your curtains. Faint voices downstairs belonging to your mother, brother and Simon travels through the house.Â
After a few minutes of actually giving yourself time to wake up and go through your morning routine, you walk down the stairs. The squeaky spots avoided despite no one being asleep. Heading into the kitchen, the three of them look at you and smile. Your mother making pancakes, your brother stealing blueberries and chocolate chips from containers next to the stove, and Simon who was sitting at the counter drinking from a mug. Tea, never coffee.Â
âMorning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.â Your mother said, before her attention went back to the pancakes on the stove. Leaning over, you kissed her cheek before you felt a blueberry hit your forehead. Scrunching your nose, you looked at your brother. âMerry Christmas to you too, Dean.âÂ
âMerry Christmas, smelly.â Dean teased, eating a chocolate chip. Dean was a child stuck in the body of a thirty-one year old man, and somehow a soldier. Your gaze looked over at Simon, he nodded at you before he took a sip of his tea. The two of you already exchanged your âMerry Christmasesâ earlier this morning.Â
Your motherâs voice saying breakfast was ready pulled your gaze away from him.Â
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Spin the Bottle
Spin the Bottle ~ Oneshot (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader)
â« tropes: brothers best friend
â« warnings: use of Y/N and predetermined last name (poncier pronounced pawn-see-a), not proof read
â« a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles', 1992 eddie
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Cum On Feel the Noize was playing from a record player in the far corner of the living room.
The boys and I chugged bottles of beer, each of us racing to be the first to finish the distasteful liquid. I never liked beer very much but I still felt like I needed to win.
It was a typical Saturday night. My brother, his band, a few other friends, and I all sat around drinking beer, eating pizza, and playing some sort of game. There was always some kind of fuss about what to play since Cliff never wanted to play anything fun like spin the bottle.
But Cliff wasn't here tonight. I was the first to suggest spin the bottle and the group quickly agreed.
I slammed my glass on the ground that we all sat in a circle on. "Fuck yeah," I cheered as I noticed I was the first one to finish. "I win." I got no response until other people began to set their bottles on the ground as well.
We'd made a deal that whoever drinks first is immune from spinning the bottle first. Whoever finishes last has to go first.
I surveyed who still had the beer. It was a race between Debbie Hunt, a neighbor of ours, and Eddie, my brother's best friend who also happened to be the drummer of their band. Citizen Dick.
Debbie let out a shrill laugh as she slammed her glass on the ground, her ginger hair bouncing with her movements.
"Eddie's off his game tonight," Stone, another member of the band, said with a mocking tone.
The brunette rolled his eyes as he set down the cheap glass of now-empty beer. He'd played it off as being off his game but in reality, I was sure he lost on purpose. At the beginning of every band practice, they all shotgunned beers to get into 'the right mindset' and Eddie always finished his first.
Eddie's ring-clad fingers gripped the glass bottle, preparing to spin it. The glass rattled against the dark wooden floor. As its momentum slowed down, my heart pounded in my ears.
Eddie was always attractive to me but I was positive the fact that my brother would kill me for even thinking that made him all the more alluring. Eddie and my brother had known each other since they were kids and even moved into apartments right next to each other. The thing was, I still lived with my brother. Being a musician in Seattle wasn't something that paid a whole lot.
There had been a few times I'd wondered if Eddie thought anything of me like that. One of my three jobs was working at a dive bar that featured live music. My brother and his band often played there so I helped them set up whenever I could.
"Y/N," Eddie had called from the wings of the stage before the bar had opened. I came in early to help them set up but by now, most of it was done. "Mind sound-checking the set?"
"Eds, you know I don't play drums," I reminded him that I only sang and kicked around on the guitar on occasion. "I don't know what it's supposed. to sound like."
A soft 'oh' came from backstage before I heard footsteps skip up to the stage. Eddie was wearing a loose white tank with a brown flannel and torn-up jeans. His hair was pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.
The rest of the band had gone to grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant before the gig and left Eddie to hold down the fort, promising to bring him back a sandwich.
It was just the two of us.
"Here, I'll show you," He said as he approached the set. "Sit." He took the drumsticks and pointed to the black throne.
I sat down on the cushioned seat and took the light wooden sticks that he passed to me.
He told me to hit the snare drum a couple times and he fiddled with the key until he was satisfied. Then moved to the kick and floor tom until he told me to play a fill along all the drums.
I looked behind me, ready to repeat that I don't know how to play the drums before he interrupted me.
"Like this." He remarked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His hands found mine. "Loosen up, Poncier," He joked, using my last name as he often did when he made fun of me. My face heated at the words and I did my best to relax as he guided my hands across the toms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. If I were to turn my head to the left the slightest bit, our lips would've been inches from each other. It took all I could not to move to the left.
It was horribly off-beat but he just needed the sound for turning reasons.
We weren't doing anything wrong. But it was tense enough to the point that if I knew if Cliff walked through the doors at this moment, we would have to persuade him to believe that we weren't doing anything like that.
His hands stayed on mine for longer than they should have but not long enough to the point either of us mentioned it. He let his arms drop away from me and I felt cold without his chest pressed against my back.
He cleared his throat. "Let me know if you ever want a drum lesson."
I never took him up on the drum lesson even though I wanted to. I wanted that feeling of his closeness again but I was scared of Cliff and what he would do.
My thoughts were cleared away as the glass bottle began to slow down. My heart pounded as it got slower and slower and inched closer and closer to me.
When it came to a halt, my breath seemed to vanish. The bottle was staring at me and so was Eddie. He was sitting directly across from me in the circle.
All of the guys started laughing and nudging Eddie while the girls sat with amused smirks on their faces.
I didn't know what to do. Do I move? Does he? Eventually, Eddie stands up and walks over to me. The only thing running through my mind was that Eddie Vedder was about to kiss me and there was no doubt in my mind that Cliff's situationship, Janet, would tell him. She knew how protective Cliff was of me and she also knew that he wouldn't find it funny that I kissed Eddie even if it was for a game.
I felt her eyes dig into the side of my head but I refused to look at her. I kept my jaw clenched and braced myself when Eddie got down on the floor in front of me. I'd rejected moving so he had to come to where I was.
"You nervous?" Eddie asked with a snarky tone, barely above a whisper. It was the kind of voice he used when he was joking with me but now it felt as if he was edging me on.
"No," I lied.
A smirk graced his lips as he brought a hand to my hair, grazing my neck with his fingers. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I placed them on his chest as he leaned forward. I clung to the graphic tee he was wearing as our lips collided.
His lips were rough but the feeling of them on mine was euphoric. He pulled away shortly after, not wanting to make a scene. The hesitation before he broke the contact made my thoughts whirl with what if's.
Why did he hesitate?
If this was just a kiss for a game, why would he hesitate?
Cheers erupted around us as the boys immaturely hollered. Eddie's hand fell away from its grip on my hair and I let go of his shirt, letting him return back to his place at the circle.
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I have been summoned by the Poly!Wolfstar notification!!!!
Iâm always a goner for brotherâs best friend trope and this time itâs best friends so literally double the fun âșïž This is just so soft and adorable pls youâre spoiling us, queen!
Part 2 where they tell Jamie and he actually already knew? Cause the joke is always James can be oblivious most of the time, but they donât know it doesnât apply to his sister so he already knew, most likely even before she knew herself cause heâs a sweet brother like that.
*sigh* I want a big brother
Love you queen! đ
hahaha awe you're so right babes. it's really funny because I have this request and then the exact opposite version of this request - so it will be fun to write the other one too! it'll take me a lot longer though, angst always does.
part one here - but can be read as a stand alone
poly!wolfstar x potter!reader - you & the boys tell James
âYouâre going to wear a hole in the rug there, dolly.â Sirius drawled in faux nonchalance as the two of you waited in the boysâ dorm room for Remus to return with James.
You were going to do it. Today. You were going to tell your brother you were dating his two best friends.
No big deal, right?
Except it was a big deal and you were absolutely losing your bloody mind.
And then your boyfriend had the audacity to be sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard, casually telling you to relax like he wasnât also shaking in his boots Doc Martenâs.Â
Remus had volunteered to be the one to retrieve James for the lot of you. Mostly because you would have likely broken down in a mental state if it had been you, and Sirius likely would have blurted it out on his way up the stairs.
The door clicked and you could hear the quiet mumbling of your boyfriend and the much louder mumbling of your brother as the two entered the room. Based on the smiles on their faces, particularly Jamesâ who eyes crinkled in delight, they were talking about something funny.
âOh! Hey bug.â James called to you, seeming surprised you were here but not perturbed. âHey Pads; Moony said you guys wanted to talk?â
Remus stayed standing near the door and you paused in your nervous pacing whilst Sirius scooted to the end of his bed, elbows on his knees and feet resting on his school trunk.
James didnât look at all disturbed or uncomfortable. In fact, he looked completely at ease, here in the room with three of his favourite people in the whole world. Remus, the person who he goes to when he needs to feel grounded. Sirius, his best friend and partner in crime. And you, his twin sister and other half.
What were you doing here?
Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you shouldnât tell him. This could ruin him; this had the potential to ruin three of Jamesâ most precious relationships. How could you have been so selfish? He didnât need to know, the least the three of you could do is keep this to yourself. Abort, abort, abort.
âSo?â James asked, looking around at everyone with a raised eyebrow. âAre you finally going to tell me the three of you are dating?â
You were sure your heart stopped. Remus blew out an exasperated laugh and Sirius choked on air.Â
âYou knew!?â Sirius screeched.
James smirked and shrugged his shoulders. âYeah?â
âHow?â You whispered.
Jamesâ face softened significantly when he took in your face that was drained of all colour. âWell, Pads here is about as subtle as an erumpent. Moony has been mooning over you since like third year. And Iâd have to be blind â do not joke about my eyesight â not to notice the way you look at them.â He offered simply.
âSo, youâve known all this time and just let us tiptoe around?â Sirius asked, sounding a little miffed â at his friend for allowing him to make a fool of himself, or at his apparent lack of discrepancy, you werenât sure.
âI figured you guys would tell me when you were ready.â James said simply again.
âAre you mad?â Remus asked quietly, pointedly looking at you ask he asked. He knew this was your biggest fear, the potential fallout. You werenât sure what youâd do if James refused to accept your relationship with Remus and Sirius. You couldnât bear the thought of breaking up their friend group; three people would lose if that was the case, but it would only hurt you if you were the one to step away.Â
âNo.â James said as he moved his head back and forth slightly. âI guess I was hurt you didn't tell me, but I could also understand why you didnât. But no, Iâm not mad.â
You blew out a breath at that, but it came out incredibly shaky. Unfortunately for you, no one in the room missed it.
âAwe bug. Iâm sorry.â James said as he stood and offered his open arms to you. You took him up on his offer and accepted his hug, leaning your head onto his shoulder.
âIâm sorry, Jamie.â
âDonât be, yeah? Iâm happy for you, really.â He assured, rubbing roughly on your back.Â
âYeah?â You asked as you pulled back to look at him. You couldnât see any contradictions on his face, only love.
ââCourse. Youâre the best, and I want the best for you.â He shook your shoulders a little, smiling like âdid you seriously think otherwise?â
âAre they good to you?â He whispered, and though you knew your werewolf boyfriend and your canine animagus boyfriend could both likely hear the conversation, they allowed this moment to be yours and Jamesâ alone.
âSo good, Jamie. Promise.â You said, feeling tears prick at your eyes.Â
âYouâll tell me if theyâre not?â
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but James wouldnât let you pull away as you wont to do. âI wouldnât involve you in it, James. They were your friends first; Iâm not going to come between you.â
Jamesâ brows furrowed a little as he seemed to ponder your words. âPerhaps...but you were my sister first. If anything, theyâd be coming between us.â
You opted to smile at your brother and pinch his side like you knew he hated. âNever. Thatâs impossible.â
At that he finally let you go, returning your smile ten-fold. âThatâs what Iâve been trying to say! So? Are we good?â He asked, turning to the rest of the room.
Remus had a proud and slightly emotional smile on his face while Sirius just stared between the two of you, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed.Â
âIâm sorry. What just happened?â He finally spat.
Remus groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. âSirius, please. This went about as well as we could have hoped.â
Jamesâ head popped up at that. âOh! Sorry, did I make that too easy on you all?â
Sirius let out a scoff that sounded like âuhm, duh?â
âI could make it harder on you?â James offered.
âPlease do.â Sirius said eagerly, causing you and Remus to groan in sync.Â
James offered a quick âokayâ and cleared his throat, allowing silence to settle throughout the room as he picked up a stray book off his school trunk.Â
Suddenly, he threw the book onto the ground, creating a booming thump. âMY SISTER!? ARE YOU KIDDING? YOUâRE DATING MY SISTER!?â
âJAMES PLEASE, JUST HEAR US OUT!â Sirius shouted back just as passionately.Â
James scoffed in derision. âHEAR YOU OUT? HEAR YOU OUT. I THINK IâVE HEARD ENOUGH!â
âYOU CANâT KEEP US APART!âÂ
âI CAN AND I WILL. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? I THOUGHT THIS FRIENDSHIP MEANT SOMETHING TO YOU.â
âIT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!â Sirius called back, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of James.Â
You shared a look with Remus as the theatrics continued, knowing this could go on for hours.
âShould we leave them to their drama?â Remus asked you.
âPlease.â You nearly begged, taking his hand and exiting the dorm, catching one last sentence before the door clicked shut behind you.
âIâM IN LOVE WITH HER, JAMES!â
âI DONâT CA- wait are you really? That's so cute!â
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LN4 | Vexing Vacation â Part 4
Summary: When you agreed to join your brother on his vacation, sharing a room with his best friend wasnât part of the plan. Now, that youâre constantly stuck with Lando and his relentless teasing, youâre not sure whether you want to strangle him or kiss him.
Lando Norris x Fewtrell!Reader, one-bed trope, a lot of banter and a hint of forced proximity :)
WC: 4.1K
Warnings: mentions of sex/sexual insinuation, cursing and my lack of golf knowledge
Part 1 | Part 3 | Masterlist | Part 5
Y/N groaned when she woke up, her head already throbbing with a pounding headache.Â
âGood morning!â Lando said cheerfully from beside her.
âShut up,â she muttered, pulling the comforter over her face to block him out.
Lando laughed at her. âSounds like you had a good time last night.â
âNo, I didnât. Because you guys had to pull me away before the fun could start.â
She buried her head deeper into the pillow and sighed. âIâm comfortable,â she said, her voice muffled.
âOkay, well, Iâm going down for breakfast. Donât stay in bed too long or youâll miss it. Thereâs water and aspirin on the bedside table.â
Y/N hummed in response, drifting asleep again before Lando had even left the room for breakfast. When he reached the hotel restaurant, he spotted Max already sitting at a table, scrolling through his phone as he waited. Lando slid into the seat across from him.
âGood morning,â Lando said.
âHey, morning,â Max responded, looking up from his phone at the new voice.
They got their breakfast and talked about their plans for the day. At the lack of female presence, they decided on something they would enjoy very much, but the girls maybe a little less; golfing. Max heard there was a good course nearby, and wanted to try it out, and Lando was not about to protest.
âWhereâs P?â Lando asked after a while.
âYouâve only noticed now that sheâs not here?â Lando rolled his eyes. âSheâs sleeping in. She had quite a bit to drink last night. Not as much as my sister, though. Speaking of her, howâs she?â
âSheâs okay, I think. Definitely hungover and very tired.â
Max laughed. âDidnât expect anything different, to be honest.â
âYou were pretty touchy last night, werenât you?â He continued.
âWhat?â Lando asked, surprised at the direct and unexpected question.
âDonât think I didnât see you when you were guiding her out of the club; you were all over her. And P told me you couldnât keep your hands off her yesterday while you two were alone. The day before that too, apparently, she was holding your hand, you said? And the arm on her chair at dinner?â
Lando was in shock. Usually, Max didnât notice anything that happened between him and Y/N, but this time he had seen, or heard about, whatever was going on between the two. Of course, Pietra had something to do with it, Max was too thick to realise it himself. Although he had touched her more than usual, maybe he wasnât as subtle as he thought.
âUhmââ
âYou like her donât you?â
Lando nearly choked on his tea at the blunt question, landing himself in a choking fit. âUh, yeah, I suppose you could say that. Look, I donât wantââ
âItâs okay, man. I trust you, Youâve got my blessing. I think youâll be good for each other, youâll just have to convince her of it first,â Max said, laughing at the image forming in his head.
Lando blinked in disbelief, not really believing he got Maxâs permission. It wouldnât make a difference, but it was good to know their friendship wouldnât be ruined. âThanks, man,â he said, before joining in his laughter. âConvincing her though,â he breathed in sharply, âyeah, thatâs going to be tough.â
â â â â â
Y/N shot up in bed when she heard the door of her room close loudly, rubbing her eyes tiredly at the abrupt end to her sleep.
âYou awake?â Lando asked.
She hummed, moving herself into a more comfortable sitting position as she watched Lando enter the room. âWhatâs that?â she asked, hinting at the covered plate in his hands.
âI brought you some food, you missed breakfast.â
âOh, thanks,â she mumbled, accepting the plate from him.
âYou didnât drink your water yet?â
âHm?â
âThe water? On the bedside table?â He clarified.
âOh, I didnât see it, I fell asleep again.â
âDonât forget to take the aspirin. Weâre going out in a bit,â he told her as he walked around the room.
âWhere are we going?â Y/N asked before biting into one of the strawberries.
âGolfing,â Lando answered from the bathroom. He could hear her groan of annoyance through the wall.
âThatâs what you get when you miss breakfast; the men get to decide.â
Y/N scoffed. âVery daring, calling yourself a man.â
âExcuse me?â Lando said in fake offence.
âYou heard me.â
âNow, donât forget who brought you breakfast, water and aspirin. I canât believe I went through all that trouble, and this is the thanks I get,â Lando said, shaking his head in disappointment.
Y/N shrugged, a small, satisfied grin on her face when they made eye contact. She got up from the bed not much later. âIâm going to shower,â she announced, quickly grabbing her stuff before disappearing into the bathroom.
She took her time in the shower, giving Lando a moment to get changed into his so-called âgolf clothesâ before she returned. Her jaw was slack in surprise when she saw him; if these were golf clothes then she needed to go golfing more often. He looked good; the tank top he was wearing showed off the lean muscles in his arms and shoulders, making him look stronger than usual, hotter. She quickly banished that thought from her mind â she couldnât be thinking things like that, it was extremely inappropriate of her; he was her brotherâs best friend.
Y/N scolded herself when she realised sheâd been staring at him. She brushed a hand along her hair, as if checking there were no loose strands from her ponytail, and straightened her skirt in an attempt to distract herself. She walked towards Lando, who was busy on his phone as he leant against the armrest of the couch. He looked up at her when she stopped in front of him, eyes slowly raking over her body while she put her wallet inside her purse.
âYou ready to go?â He asked, clearing his throat.
âUmâŠâ She looked around the room, checking if she had forgotten something. âYes, Iâm ready.â
Lando got up from the couch at her answer, grabbing his bag of clubs from the closet â of course, he would have his own golf clubs, and travel with them â before opening the door. He stopped when Y/N followed after him with only her purse. âArenât you bringing your clubs?â He asked her.
Y/N rolled her eyes. âYou think Iâd carry them myself? Theyâre already there, of course,â she said sarcastically, before clarifying, âI donât have clubs, Lando. I never golf.âÂ
âOh. Okay, then. Letâs go,â he concluded, before walking towards the elevator, where, coincidentally, Pietra and Max were already waiting. Y/N was surprised to find out her brother had taken his own clubs, too.
The group headed out in the rental car, Lando driving as he didnât seem able to give up control over any vehicle he could drive himself, while the girls sat in the back. They were summing up all the things theyâd rather be doing instead of golfing until Max snapped, telling them to leave if they wanted to do something else. The girls smiled in success, but stopped pestering him, they wanted to stay; Pietra wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend and Y/N was convinced by the opportunity to drive golf carts, plus she didnât feel like spending the day alone.
When they arrived, the boys got everything set up, including two carts and clubs for the girls. Y/N claimed a set of keys as soon as Max showed them. âIâm driving,â she exclaimed before rushing to one of the carts and promptly placing herself in the driverâs seat. She watched with a grin as Max sighed and loaded her rented clubs into the cart.Â
He walked up to where she was sitting. âP and I are gonna share a cart, so youâll have to convince Lando to let you drive.â
Y/N pouted. âLando again? We already spent all of yesterday together, and heâll never let me drive,â she complained.
âDonât mope,â Max told her off before walking to the other cart and driving off with Pietra.
Y/N sighed when Lando joined her, holding his hand out for the keys. âIâm driving,â she protested his unspoken question, âyou already drove here.â
âY/N,â Lando scolded her, but she ignored him, pushing him away.Â
âItâs your time to be a passenger princess,â she told him as he walked around to the other side. He sighed when he sat down, already fearing for his life. âBe sure to hold onto something,â Y/N said before pressing her foot down. Her words increased his fear tenfold as he grappled for something to hold onto, eventually settling for the edge of the roof.
âNow, which way do we have to go?â Y/N asked.
âDear Lord, slow down,â Lando said, panicking at her unsafe driving style. He desperately wanted a seatbelt right now.
âTell me where the first hole is, then Iâll slow down,â Y/N said with a grin.
âWhy are you driving full speed if you donât even know where to go?â He asked in confusion. Y/N nearly giggled at the stressed look on his face, and his unnecessarily strong grip on the cart.
âIf you donât tell me where to go Iâll just keep driving in circles until weâre out of petrol.â
âY/N!â He yelled, when she took a rather sharp turn.
âLando!â She yelled back, taking another turn so they were actually driving in circles.
âOkay, okay!â Lando shouted, gripping the edge of the cart for dear life. He frantically scanned the course, his eyes darting between the signs and the other golfers. âThat way! Just follow that cart, I think itâs Max!â
Y/N smirked and didnât slow down quite as quickly as heâd hoped, taking another sharp turn before easing off the gas. âSee, that wasnât so hard, was it?â
Lando exhaled in relief at the slower pace but his hand kept its strong hold on the side of the cart in fear sheâd speed up again when heâd least expect it.
Y/N laughed at the sound. âYou need to relax a little more, Lando. I thought you liked driving fast.â
âOnly when Iâm the one driving,â he muttered, pointing toward another cart in the distance. âJust follow Max and Pietra, and please no more crazy turns.â
She sighed dramatically. âFine, but only because Iâm a nice person.â
Y/N continued to follow Maxâs cart at a reasonable speed, though she couldnât resist speeding up for the occasional bump, just to keep things interesting. When they caught up, she glanced over at Lando, noticing the tension in his shoulders and the way he was still tightly gripping his seat. She suppressed a smile at the comedic sight.
âI honestly didnât expect you to be such a baby,â she teased.
âIâm not a baby, I wasnât scared, Iâm just trying to make sure we donât flip over. Thereâs a difference,â Lando told her with a smirk.
âMhm,â she hummed, clearly amused. She slowed the cart as they approached the first hole where Max was already waiting.
âYou two alright?â Max called out with an obvious grin on his face. He knew exactly what kind of chaos Y/N had caused from the look on her face and Landoâs; the fact that she was behind the wheel said enough.
Lando shot him a glare. âBarely survived. Your sisterâs a bad driver.â
Y/N scoffed. âBad? I manoeuvred the cart perfectly at a high speed. If anything, Iâm a great driver.â
âYouâre a bad driver,â he repeated.
Y/N huffed. âIâm insulted, I will now proceed to pout. You should be glad I livened up your day a little.â
Lando looked at her incredulously before shaking his head with a grin. She had once again surprised him, and kept him on his toes, but heâd never be a passenger to Y/N again. At least, not without a seatbelt and maybe a helmet, too.
Y/N hopped out of the cart with excitement. The short drive had gotten her energy up and she was ready to hit some balls. She picked out a club with the help of Max and lined up for her first swing while he moved on to help Pietra. Lando stood back, watching her with amusement as she put the ball down. She knew she was terrible at golf, but didnât seem to care, swinging wildly at the ball and completely missing it in the process; it was a sight to behold.
âNeed help?â Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.
She huffed, shaking her head before she readjusted her stance. âNo. Iâve got this.â
Her second swing wasnât much better, and Lando couldnât help but chuckle. âSure you do.â
She glared at him. âI donât need your sarcasm right now.â
âNot sarcasm,â he said, stepping closer. âJust offering my expertise.â
Y/N crossed her arms and gave him a sceptical look. âYou think youâre some kind of golf expert?â
Lando shrugged casually. âBetter than you, clearly.â
She was about to fire back another snappy retort but held it back. She could definitely use some help; she certainly wasnât an expert â and if Lando offered to provide it, who was she to stop him?
âAlright, fine,â she said with a sigh, stepping back. âShow me how itâs done, then.â
Lando smirked as he stepped closer, his hand sliding down her arm to adjust her grip on the club. The subtle touch sent that familiar tingle coursing through her body, but she did her best to ignore it, focusing on his instructions instead. He positioned her arms and angled the club just right before moving behind her, his chest lightly pressing against her back, his arms covering hers as they practised a swing together. She tried to stay focused on the task at hand, but his closeness was impossible to ignoreâit was all too distracting.
âYou got it?â he asked her. Y/N hummed in response and he stepped away. She immediately missed his presence, his warm body, as the slight breeze hit her skin, but she refused to let it show.
âAlright, go for it,â Lando said, egging her on.
Y/N swung, this time actually hitting the ball instead of a lump of grass. It moved through the air quite smoothly, not exactly how far and where sheâd hoped, but in the right direction. She squinted her eyes, trying to find her ball in the grass, a grin spreading across her face when she spotted it.
âHey, that wasnât so bad,â she said excitedly when she stepped away, watching as Max taught Pietra how to golf.
Lando hummed in agreement. âYou just needed someone to show you.â
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldnât hide her smile. âDonât let it go to your head.â
Lando leant a little closer â so close that she could feel his body warmth radiating off him. âToo late,â he whispered in a low voice, a teasing smile on his face.
Y/N shook her head at the comment, although a small smile slipped onto her face. She watched as her brother helped his girlfriend hit the ball, leant over her as they swung the club together, just like Lando had helped her mere moments ago. The image made her blush; Lando had stood just as close to her before, she had been able to feel his chest against her back and she had enjoyed it. She suddenly realised that he was still standing closeâthat she could still feel his warmth, and took a quick step away from him, trying to maintain the distance that Lando was so keen to close. She watched as Max and Pietra finished their turns from her new spot, before turning to Lando. âYour turn, golf expert,â she said in a mocking tone.
Lando laughed as he grabbed his golf club and placed his ball on the tee. His playful demeanour faded into focus as he adjusted his stance, a serious expression settling over his face. As much as she wanted to deny it, he looked good: the sunlight kissed his skin just right, hitting his tan in a way that made him glow. Not to mention, the top he was wearing perfectly displayed the strong muscles twisting under his skin as he hit the ball. Y/N was mesmerised as she watched him in action, blatantly staring at him while he stared after his ball. He caught her gazing when he turned back, a cheeky grin spreading on his face, causing her to blush in embarrassment.
âI guess you really are the expert,â she said while they walked back to the cart. Lando grinned at the compliment, but didnât look up as he placed his club back in the bag, not wanting to show how much her simple sentence affected him.
At some point during the game, Y/N and Pietra had enough, annoyed at how bad they were at the sport and how boring it really was. They decided to just watch from the golf cart as the boys hit their balls, counting down the minutes until they were finished. Every time they drove to the next location Lando tried to steal the keys from Y/N, but so far he hadnât managed to grab them. She was surprised her reflexes were quicker than those of an F1 driver but was happy about it nonetheless. She enjoyed the look of fear on Landoâs face whenever she took a sharp turn just a little too fast.
When the boys finally finished the game, they quickly returned the rental clubs, and unfortunately, the carts, too. Y/N dramatically bid farewell to her beloved golf cart before handing in the keys at the reception. Lando was very relieved he could drive himself again when they stepped into the rental car, teasingly copying Y/Nâs behaviour as he greeted the car excessively, doing everything but kissing the steering wheel while she rolled her eyes at his antics.
The drive back to the hotel was short, but after the long day theyâd had, the group settled for a quick dinner at the hotel restaurant before retreating to their rooms. Y/N was yawning as she walked around the room, tired from the day and last nightâs bad sleep. After Lando was finished using the bathroom, she quickly changed into her pyjamas and brushed her teeth, ready to go to sleep.Â
She grabbed a bottle of water on her way to the bed, opening it as she walked â not a good idea since she spilled it all over her pyjamas. She gasped at the cold water and dropped the bottle on the floor, causing an even bigger mess. âFuck,â she muttered, hastily picking the bottle up before more water spilled and putting it on the desk nearby.
Lando glanced over as she walked back to the bathroom for a towel, his brow raised. âWhat happened?âÂ
She sighed, looking down at herself, âI just spilled water everywhere. Iâm completely drenched.â
Lando smirked, sitting up to look at the situation. âI can help you with that.â
âDonât even start.â She glared at him. âItâs not funny. I donât have extra pyjamas.â
He shrugged, unfazed. âYou can wear one of my shirts.â
She gave him a look. âLando, youâre short.â
âHow did we get to insulting me?â he said, frowning in feigned offence.
âI mean,â Y/N sighed again, softer this time, âweâre the same height. Your shirt wonât cover enough...â
He grinned. âIâm not seeing the problem here.â
She rolled her eyes. âI do, you already saw my butt once.â
âExactly, whatâs the harm?â He said teasingly before his tone turned more serious. âLook,â he sighed, walking to his suitcase, pulling out a shirt, âitâs either this or sleeping in wet pyjamas. Itâs the biggest one Iâve got.â
Y/N hesitated for a moment before taking the shirt from him â she didnât really have another choice. âFine. Thanks,â She said before heading into the bathroom.
She changed quickly, turning around to check in the mirror how much the shirt actually covered. It was good enough. It smelled good too, like Lando, but she would never admit that. Y/N sighed and walked back to the bed.Â
Lando looked up at the sound. âWhat now?â He asked teasingly, watching as she walked around. She looked good in his shirt, like she belonged in it. It suited her better than Lando.
âJust, my skinâs cold from the water,â she muttered, not thinking about what she said and what responses it might solicit â she blamed the wine at dinner.
Lando raised his eyebrows in surprise at the admission. âI could help with that too,â he volunteered cheekily.Â
She shot him a look, clearly flustered at the blunt offer as her mouth hung slightly open in surprise. âJust go to sleep,â she told him, climbing into bed and pulling the covers over herself. Maybe if she was fast enough, he wouldnât notice the blush creeping up her neck.
Lando lay down next to her, shifting in the bed until he was comfortable. She could hear the bedding rustling and pulled her own comforter further up till the top reached her chin. Previously, the air conditioning hadnât bothered her much, but now that she was only wearing Landoâs flimsy T-shirt, the cool air suddenly felt much colder.
It didnât seem to bother Lando as much; he wasnât tossing or turning like she was. She turned around to see him lying on his side, his back towards her. His bare arm over the duvet made it seem as if the air conditioner wasnât making him uncomfortably cold, but of course, he was still properly covered up in his pyjamas.
She lay still in the bed for what felt like an hour, unable to fall asleep with the cold air brushing past her, effortlessly penetrating the thin duvet that covered her. She sighed, finally giving in to the intrusive thought that had been racing through her mind for at least half an hour.
âLando?â She whispered.
No response.
âAre you awake?âÂ
Silence.
She pondered if she should try again. Maybe he was asleep already, she didnât want to wake him up and disturb his sleep. But then again, she really was desperate â she had been trying to warm herself up for God knows how long, and it wasnât working. She sighed again.
âLando?â She tried once more, her voice just barely above a whisper.
âWhat?â He responds groggily.
âI just wanted to,â she paused, doubting whether it was worth it. âIâm sorry, never mind.â
âNo, tell me.â
She bit her lip. How should she approach this? After a moment of hesitation, Y/N asks, âAre you cold?â
Lando turned to face her, even though he could barely make out her face in the dark. What kind of question was that? He was about to fall asleep â did she have to wake him up for this?
âNo, Iâm fine.â
âOh. Iâm cold.â
âOkay,â he responded confusedly, âWhat am I supposed to do with that information?â
Y/N hesitated again. She thought her hint was pretty clear, but Lando didnât get it, or he wanted to hear her say it, she wasnât sure.
âI donât know. Youâre always offering to warm me up,â she trailed off.
Lando suddenly felt much more awake. Was she asking him to hold her? To keep her warm? He smiled smugly. âFinally taking me up on the offer, hm?â
At the lack of response, he continued. âYou want me to hold you?â He asked softly, his voice sincere instead of teasing.
She tensed up at his directness, watching as Lando moved around on the bed to make himself comfortable before stretching his arm out as an invitation. âCome here, then,â he muttered.
Y/N slowly shuffled closer until her body was touching Landoâs, one arm tucked between them, the other tugging the duvet higher before settling on his chest as her head rested on his shoulder. Lando wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer into his warmth. She stiffened at his tight grip.
âYou couldâve just asked, you know,â he muttered against her hair.Â
She could feel his thumb rubbing circles on her waist and her body slowly relaxed against him at the feeling. âYouâre so annoying,â she whispered, already feeling herself becoming drowsy.
âMhm,â Lando hummed, smiling into her hair. âBut warm, right?â
âShut up.â
â â â â â
Part 5
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lacking in subtlety || kim sunwoo
» summary: it was a bad idea to like your brotherâs best friend. it was an even worse idea to let him into your room when your brother was one door down. Â
» pairing: sunwoo x female reader
» rating: NC-17 minors do not interactÂ
» genre: brotherâs best friend, smut, porn without much plot but thereâs backstory i guess
» warnings: dominant sunwoo (kinda?), heâs also a bit possessive, i guess submissive reader, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, his hand finds your throat but thereâs no actual pressure, vague exhibitionism (?), sunwoo gets caught but he kinda asked for it, the beginning takes ages whoops, open ending cause iâm annoying, one use of good girl and some pet names
» words: 4,738
» a/n: i know iâve done brotherâs best friend before but iâm a hoe for that concept aight deal w it⊠also i have like⊠20+ smuts for the boyz in my drafts i donât know whatâs going on anymore but iâm thinking either juyeon next because hands or a threesome with moonbae because itâs been sitting in my drafts and lord is it wildÂ
also i know i disappeared but life happens and also people were stealing my work so i wasnât really in the mood to write anything for anyone but here we are iâm back cause i wanna indulge âïž
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#â§.á jupiter#fic: short#the boyz#sunwoo#friends to lovers#brothers best friend trope#childhood friends trope#mutual pining
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Unexpected In the Shower
Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Nick Fowler x curvy!female Reader Word Count: 1.7k Summary: You're thrown off and left wanting after Ari's visit to your room in the middle of the night. You're craving more - clarity and ravaging - but unsure what to expect next.
Content Warnings: modern AU, smut, shower sex, nipple play, kissing, clit play, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving)/throat fucking, slight aftercare
Author Notes: Surprise! Sharing more for my 2200 Follower Celebration! A follow up to soft!dark Ari at the lake house didn't win the poll, but it was pretty high up, and... I had a little idea brewing that the muse facilitated finishing off for this weekend.
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After Ari snuck into your room uninvited last night and woke you up with the sole purpose of torturing your pussy with his mouth and his hands, extracting orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were boneless and blissed out, it might have been a good idea to lock your bedroom door.
But you didnât.
Because it scared and thrilled you.
And
Ari hadnât even given you his cock.
You had at many points begged him for it, but he had just chuckled and refused.
He told you it was only the first night.
And then, maddeningly, all day heâd acted as if he hadnât snuck in and then out of your room in the middle of the night.
Whatever game he was playing, you knew you werenât winning.
But in a game like this? You had no complaint if losing meant you got lost in unbelievable bliss and somewhat forbidden or at least questionable entanglements with your brotherâs best friend.
As night fell, you decided to take a shower, hoping the warm water would soothe your tense muscles and racing thoughts. You stepped into the steamy bathroom, peeling off your clothes and letting them fall to the floor. The hot spray cascaded over your body as you entered the shower, and you closed your eyes, letting out a contented sigh.
Lost in the sensation, you didn't hear the bathroom door quietly open. A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you sensed a presence behind you. Your heart raced, assuming it was Ari coming back for more. You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell. Warm hands suddenly grasped your hips, and you gasped as you were pulled back against a hard, muscular body.
Large hands roamed your wet skin, teasing and caressing. You leaned into him, your body responding instantly to his touch. His fingers found your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples as his mouth left a trail of hot kisses down your neck.
"Please," you whimpered, not even sure what you wanted, only that you wanted more.
Lips brushed your ear as a familiar voice whispered, "I had a feeling youâd want this."
You gasped and whipped your head around to look at him, because although that voice was familiar, it wasnât Ari.
âNick!â you whimpered.
His steel blue eyes locked with yours, dark with desire. A wicked smile played on his lips as he pressed you against the shower wall, the cool tiles a stark contrast to your flushed skin.
"I saw how you looked at Ari today," Nick murmured, his hands still roaming your body. "I heard you last night, begging for more."
Your mind reeled, torn between shock, guilt, and an undeniable surge of arousal. This was wrong on so many levels, but your body betrayed you, responding to his touch with shameful eagerness.
"Nick, we can'tâ" you started, but he silenced you with a searing kiss that made your knees weak.
"Maybe we shouldn't," he corrected, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your throat. "But we both want to. I've wanted you for so long. You want this too."
His hand slid between your thighs, finding you already slick and sensitive from the previous night's activities. He groaned in approval, circling your clit with a clearly practiced ease. You moaned, your hips bucking involuntarily against his fingers.
"That's it," Nick growled, his fingers working you expertly. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice husky with need.
You hesitated, torn between desire and the knowledge that this would complicate things even further. But as Nick's fingers worked their magic, you found yourself nodding frantically.
"Yes," you moaned. "Please, Nick."
With a triumphant growl, he spun you around and pressed you against the cool tile wall. The contrast of temperatures made you shiver as Nick lifted your hands above your head, and then caught your lips in a rough, hungry kiss. Demanding, possessive.
Nick's free hand roamed your body, tracing every curve as if committing it to memory. You gasped into his mouth as he ground his hips against yours, his hard length pressing insistently against your lower belly.
"I've waited so long for this," Nick murmured against your lips. "Watching you, wanting you. And now, knowing what Ari did to you..." He nipped at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make you forget all about him."
He spun you around, and then his free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he positioned himself.
"Finally youâre going to be mine," he murmured against your ear, his voice strained with barely-contained desire.
In response, you pushed back against him, silently begging for more. With a low groan, Nick slowly pushed inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that made you gasp and arch your back. He set a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars.
The shower continued to rain down on you both, hot water mingling with the sweat on your skin. Nick's thrusts grew more forceful, and you braced yourself against the tile wall, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Your mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions and intense pleasure coursing through your body. This was your brother's other best friend, someone you'd known for years. Heâd been that charming presence you thought you would never be able to indulge in, never given the chance to, and not someone you should pursue even if you wanted to.
Nick's hand snaked around to rub tight circles on your clit, and you cried out, your body trembling with the dual sensations. Nick's fingers worked expertly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and you felt the familiar tension building deep within you.
"Fucking lose it," Nick growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, sent you careening over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves of intense pleasure, your inner walls clenching around Nick's length as you cried out his name. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out, but Nick held you firmly against the wall, his arm wrapped around your waist as he continued to thrust into you.
As you came down from your high, Nick slowly withdrew, leaving you feeling achingly empty. He turned you to face him, his blue eyes dark with desire. Without a word, he gently pushed down on your shoulders, guiding you to your knees.
The shower spray cascaded over your back as you looked up at him, water droplets clinging to his chiseled abs and running down the defined V of his hips. His cock stood proudly before you, thick and glistening with your combined arousal.
Nick's hand tangled in your wet hair, guiding you closer. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do," he murmured, his voice husky.
You looked up at Nick, water droplets clinging to your eyelashes as you slowly ran your tongue along his length. He groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as you took him into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass.
Nick's hips jerked forward, pushing himself further into your throat. You tried to relax, suppressing your gag reflex as he hit the back of your throat. "Fuck," he growled, his voice strained. "That's it, take all of me."
You gripped his thighs, steadying yourself as Nick began to thrust into your mouth. The shower spray mingled with your saliva, creating a deliciously slick sensation as he fucked your face with increasing intensity. Your jaw ached, but you reveled in the feeling of him using your mouth for his pleasure.
Nick's movements became more erratic, his breathing ragged. "Gonna come," he grunted, tugging your hair roughly. You moaned around him, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled himself down your throat, holding your head in place as you swallowed every drop. Your eyes watered from the intensity, but you didn't pull away until Nick's grip on your hair loosened.
He gently pulled out of your mouth, helping you to your feet. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Then he pulled you close for a deep, languid kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mingling with his own unique flavor.
As the hot water continued to cascade over your intertwined bodies, reality began to seep back in. You broke the kiss, suddenly overwhelmed by the magnitude of what had just happened.
"Nick, I..." you started, unsure of what to say.
He pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. "Shh. Don't overthink this," he said softly. "We both wanted it. We both enjoyed it."
You nodded, unable to deny the truth in his words. Nick reached behind you to turn off the shower, then grabbed a large, fluffy towel. He wrapped it around you, then got a towel for himself.
As he dried off, Nick's eyes never left yours, a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper swirling in their blue depths. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, thinking about Ari and the night before. As if reading your thoughts, Nick stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands.
"I know what you're thinking," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "But don't. This doesn't have to complicate things. It can be our secret."
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Nick leaned in, pressing an unexpectedly soft kiss to your forehead before stepping back. He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the door, pausing with his hand on the knob.
"Sweet dreams," he said with a wink, slipping out of the bathroom and leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.
You finished drying off in a daze, your mind replaying the events of the past two nights. As you pulled on your pajamas, you couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring. Would Ari return for another late-night visit? Would Nick act as if nothing had happened, just as Ari had?
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BEACON OF LOVE
‷ ANTHONY âTONYâ E. STARK
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Genre: romance, fluff
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You step into Stark Tower, the high-tech doors sliding open with a soft whoosh, revealing the sleek, modern interior. Itâs your first time visiting Bruce here, and although youâve been to labs and research centers your whole life, this place feels⊠different. Itâs buzzing with an energy thatâs almost alive, a sense of invention, chaos, and genius wrapped together in steel and glass.
Bruce greets you at the entrance with that warm, shy smile youâve known all your life. He wraps you in a hug, a bit more tightly than usual. You can feel the tension in his shoulders, as if heâs not fully relaxed even now.
âYou didnât have to come all the way here,â he says softly, but you see the gratitude in his eyes. âItâs not exactly the safest place.â
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a look. âI think I can handle a bunch of scientists, Bruce. Besides, I wanted to see your new lab. Heard a lot about it.â You grin mischievously, âPlus, someone has to make sure youâre eating more than just coffee and anxiety.â
Bruce laughs, a rare sound, but itâs short-lived as his eyes dart to the side, toward the glass elevator in the corner. You follow his gaze, and thatâs when you see him.
Tony Stark.
Heâs standing there, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing an expensive-looking suit that screams "I know Iâm good-looking." His eyes, hidden behind those signature shades, are locked onto you as if heâs already figured out who you areâor at least is very interested in finding out.
âBanner didnât mention he had a sister,â Tony says, pushing himself off the wall with a smooth motion and walking toward you. Thereâs a playful glint in his eyes as he takes off his sunglasses, revealing those sharp brown eyes that have probably charmed half the world.
Bruce tenses beside you, and you can practically hear his internal groan. âTonyâŠâ Bruce warns, stepping slightly in front of you as if thatâs going to stop the man known for his lack of boundaries.
âRelax, Big Guy,â Tony replies with a smirk, eyes flicking from Bruce to you. âIâm just being friendly. You must be the famous Dr. Bannerâs sister. I can see the resemblanceâbrains and beauty. A rare combination.â
You roll your eyes but canât help the smile tugging at your lips. âYou must be Tony Stark. Iâve heard about you. A lot.â
Bruce shoots you a look as if to say donât encourage him, but you ignore it. Tony grins wider, and suddenly, you understand why people say heâs hard to resist. Thereâs an effortless charm about him that feels like it could pull you into his orbit without even trying.
âAll good things, I hope,â Tony quips, stepping a little closer. He looks at you, his gaze more intense now, as if heâs trying to figure you out, and you feel a spark, something electric between the two of you.
Bruce, sensing the shift, clears his throat and steps firmly between the two of you. âTony, sheâs just visiting. Donât⊠start.â
Tony raises his hands in mock surrender. âWho, me? Start what? Iâm just being a gracious host. Isnât that right, uhâŠâ He pauses, clearly fishing for your name.
You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes playfully. âY/N.â
Tony smiles, repeating your name as if testing how it feels. âY/N. Lovely name. So, Y/N, how do you feel about guided tours? I happen to know a guy who gives the best ones around here.â
Bruce groans. âSheâs not here for a tour. Sheâs here to see me.â
Tony shoots Bruce a sidelong glance, pretending to look hurt. âOh, come on, donât be so overprotective. Sheâs a grown woman. She can decide who she wants to spend time with.â
You raise an eyebrow, finding the banter between the two amusing. âYou two bicker like an old married couple,â you comment, laughing softly.
Bruce shoots you a look that says, not helping, while Tony laughs, clearly delighted. âSee? Sheâs got a sense of humor. I like her already.â He gives you another one of those smiles that could probably melt steel.
Bruce sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âY/N, seriously, heâs⊠trouble.â
You grin, stepping closer to your brother and nudging him with your elbow. âRelax, Bruce. Iâm perfectly capable of handling myself.â
Before Bruce can protest further, Tony steps in with a dramatic flair. âHow about this, we have dinner. You, me, Banner over here, though he might just sulk in the corner, what do you say?â
Your heart skips a beat, and you can tell Tonyâs not exactly asking as a casual invitation. Thereâs something more there, something sparking between the two of you thatâs undeniable. You glance at Bruce, who looks ready to protest again, but before he can say anything, you smile and look back at Tony.
âIâd like that.â
Bruce stares at you like youâve just betrayed him, but Tonyâs smile turns into something a little softer, something real beneath the playful mask. âGreat. Howâs tonight?â
Later that evening, youâre standing in front of the full-length mirror in your temporary room at Stark Tower, second-guessing your outfit for what feels like the hundredth time. Itâs simple but elegantâa sleek black dress thatâs casual enough for dinner but makes you feel confident. You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves. Youâve been on dates before, but this is Tony Stark, and thereâs something about him that has you on edge, in a good way.
A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts, and you open it to find Bruce standing there, arms crossed, looking as anxious as you feel.
âYouâre really doing this?â he asks, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and disbelief.
You shrug, trying to play it off, though your heart is racing. âItâs just dinner, Bruce.â
âWith Tony?â Bruce raises an eyebrow, his expression all too knowing. âHeâs not exactly⊠subtle. And he doesnât just âdoâ dinner.â
You roll your eyes, stepping past him into the hallway. âIâm a grown woman, remember? You donât have to worry.â
Bruce follows you, lowering his voice as you both head toward the elevator. âIâm not worried about you, Iâm worried about him.â He presses the elevator button a little too hard. âTonyâs got a reputation. You know that.â
You stop, turning to face him, your expression softening. âBruce, I appreciate you looking out for me, really. But I know what Iâm doing. Iâm not some starry-eyed girl.â
Bruce sighs, clearly unconvinced but unable to argue. âI just donât want you to get hurt.â
You give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his arm. âIâll be fine. And besides, itâs just one dinner. If it goes badly, I can always punch him in the face.â
Bruce chuckles at that, though you can see heâs still tense. âJust⊠be careful, okay? Heâs charming, but heâs not always as easy to handle as he seems.â
Before you can respond, the elevator doors open with a soft ding, and thereâs Tony, leaning against the wall inside like heâs in some kind of movie. His suit is gone, replaced by dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacketâstill effortlessly stylish but much more relaxed. His eyes light up when he sees you, and he gives a low whistle, clearly impressed.
âWell, donât you look stunning,â he says, that smooth, playful tone back in full force.
Bruce glares at him immediately. âTonyââ
âRelax, Banner,â Tony cuts him off, straightening and stepping out of the elevator to offer you his arm. âI promise to have her back in one piece. Maybe two, if we get into any trouble, but thatâs half the fun, right?â
You laugh, shaking your head as you loop your arm through Tonyâs, ignoring the death glare Bruce is sending his way. âIâll text you if I need backup,â you say over your shoulder to Bruce, who mutters something about regretting this decision.
As you and Tony step into the elevator, you canât help but feel the electric charge between you again, stronger this time. The doors close, and for a moment, thereâs a silence that feels almost intimate. Tony glances at you out of the corner of his eye.
The restaurant Tony chooses is, of course, one of the most exclusive in the city. Itâs the kind of place with mood lighting, impossibly polite waitstaff, and a menu without prices. As you both walk in, itâs clear everyone knows exactly who Tony is, and they give you both a wide berth as youâre led to a private table in the back.
The moment you sit down, Tony leans back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head as he studies you with that same intensity from earlier. âSo, tell me about yourself, Y/N. Whatâs it like growing up with Banner as a brother? I imagine itâs all science fairs and controlled explosions?â
You chuckle, relaxing a little as you lean forward. âItâs a lot of science, yeah. And explosions. But Bruce is⊠different now. He used to be more carefree, even a little reckless, before everything happened with the Hulk.â
Tonyâs expression softens, a flicker of something more serious passing through his eyes. âYeah, Iâve seen how much he carries around with him. He doesnât talk about it, but⊠I get it. The weight of it.â
You nod, surprised by the empathy in Tonyâs voice. âHeâs still my big brother, though. Heâs always been protective, even when I didnât need it.â
Tony smirks, leaning forward slightly. âYeah, I noticed that. He looked like he wanted to murder me earlier.â
You grin. âThatâs his default mode when it comes to guys showing any interest in me.â
Tony raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. âSo youâre saying thereâs interest?â
You give him a playful look. âI think itâs obvious, donât you?â
He laughs, the sound rich and genuine. âYeah, Iâm not exactly subtle.â
The banter between you flows easily, and as the evening goes on, you find yourself more and more drawn to him. Despite his reputation, Tony is surprisingly attentive, his jokes never crossing the line into arrogance, and the way he looks at youâitâs like youâre the only person in the room.
By the time dessert arrives, youâre leaning in close, the conversation growing quieter, more intimate. Thereâs a pause, the kind where you know something is about to shift.
âSo,â Tony says, his voice soft but teasing, âwhat do you think Bruce is doing right now? Pacinâ around the lab, making some kind of anti-Stark protocol?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âProbably. Youâre lucky he didnât plant a tracking device on me.â
Tony grins. âI wouldnât put it past him. But donât worry, Iâd still find a way to steal you away.â
The words hang in the air between you, and for a moment, everything else fades. Itâs just you and him, the electricity sparking again. You can feel it, the inevitable pull, and for the first time in a long time, you donât feel the need to resist it.
The night goes on, and by the time Tony walks you back to Stark Tower, thereâs no denying the connection between you. As you stand outside your door, Tony hesitates for a moment, then flashes you that signature smile.
âSo, whenâs round two?â
You smile back, heart racing. âSoon.â
And with that, he leans in, just close enough that you feel the heat of him, before he pulls back, leaving you breathless.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he says softly, before turning and walking down the hall, leaving you with a smile you canât quite wipe off your face.
Days pass, and you find yourself seeing Tony more often than you expected. Itâs not like youâre seeking him outâhe just happens to pop up every time you visit Bruceâs lab, or when youâre wandering Stark Tower. And each time, you canât help but feel the magnetic pull between you growing stronger.
After a few more flirtatious encounters and subtle touches, Tony finally convinces you to go out on a proper date. Youâre not sure what to expectâespecially considering how not subtle he isâbut Tony surprises you by choosing something⊠quiet.
The date begins with Tony picking you up in one of his sleek cars, of course. Heâs dressed down again, but still looks effortlessly good in dark jeans and a leather jacket, while you opted for something comfortable but cuteâa simple dress with a jacket that flutters in the wind as you step out.
âYou ready?â he asks, opening the door for you. You nod, stepping in and giving him a curious look.
âWhere exactly are we going this time?â
Tony smirks, but thereâs a softness to it. âI figured we could skip the fancy restaurant scene tonight. Iâve got something a little more⊠low-key in mind.â
Low-key? From Tony Stark? Youâre intrigued.
He drives you out of the city, and you find yourself staring at the skyline as it slowly fades into the distance. Before long, you arrive at a secluded spot overlooking the water, the city lights shimmering in the distance. Tony pulls up to a small, private dock where a sleek boat is waiting.
You raise an eyebrow. âThis is your idea of low-key?â
Tony grins, holding out his hand to help you onto the boat. âI never said I wasnât going to impress you.â
The boat glides smoothly across the water, the sound of the waves creating a peaceful backdrop. The night is clear, stars twinkling above, and the city skyline looks like a sea of jewels in the distance. Tony has arranged for a picnicâlaid out perfectly on the boatâs deck, complete with a bottle of wine and an array of food thatâs surprisingly simple but delicious.
As you sit together, talking and laughing, you realize how easy it is to be with him. Thereâs no awkwardness, no pressure. Just the two of you, sharing stories about your pasts, your work, and even your hopes for the future. Tony opens up more than you expected, letting his usual sarcasm and wit drop in moments to reveal the man behind the genius.
âSo,â he says after a long silence, his voice soft but with that signature playful edge, âdo you think Bruce would kill me if I kissed you right now?â
You smile, feeling the warmth of his gaze on you, your heart pounding in your chest. Youâve been waiting for this moment, the tension between you having built up over the last few days. Without hesitation, you lean in, closing the distance between you.
âI think Bruce will get over it,â you whisper, just before your lips meet his.
The kiss is slow, deliberate, and everything you didnât know you were waiting for. Thereâs something about itâsomething that feels real, like the start of something more. Tonyâs hands gently cup your face, his touch soft but confident, and you can feel the heat of his skin as he pulls you closer.
When you finally pull away, breathless, Tonyâs lips curve into a smile. âOkay, well, now Iâm officially dead when we tell him.â
You laugh, shaking your head as you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. âYou might be, but at least youâll go out with a bang.â
A week later, you and Tony decide itâs time to break the news to Bruce. Youâve kept it quiet long enough, and besides, Tony is itching to âgloat,â as he puts it, in front of Bruce. You, on the other hand, are more concerned about Bruceâs reactionâbecause no matter how old you are, telling your big brother that youâre dating Tony Stark feels like walking into a minefield.
The three of you are in the labâwell, technically, you and Bruce are going over some research notes, while Tony is just hanging around, making sarcastic comments and tinkering with some new tech heâs building. The tension between you and Tony has been pretty noticeable, though, and you know Bruce isnât an idiot. Heâs probably already suspicious.
Finally, Tony clears his throat dramatically, stepping between you and Bruce. âBanner, thereâs something weâve been meaning to tell you.â
Bruce looks up from his computer, pushing his glasses up on his nose, already frowning. âWhat did you do now?â
Tony grins. âOh, itâs not what I did. Itâs more about what weââ he gestures between you and himselfââare doing. Together.â
Bruce freezes, blinking in confusion as he looks between you and Tony. âTogether? Like⊠working on a project?â
Tony tilts his head, trying to suppress a laugh. âWell, you could say that. More like a long-term, hands-on collaboration. You know, with kissing.â
You shoot Tony a look, and he just shrugs, clearly enjoying himself.
Bruceâs eyes widen as he processes this, and then his gaze locks onto you, completely baffled. âWait. Are you saying⊠you and TonyâŠ?â His voice is rising, like he canât believe what heâs hearing.
You bite your lip, stepping forward. âBruce, I know this is probably a shock, butââ
âA shock?â Bruce cuts in, standing up from his chair, his voice going an octave higher. âYouâre dating Tony Stark? My Tony Stark? The same guy who blew up half a city block because he was âexperimenting with mini rocketsâ?â
Tony looks offended. âOkay, first of all, it was only a quarter of a block, and it was mostly contained. Second, this is about us, Bruce, not my tech adventures.â
Bruce looks between the two of you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tries to form words. Finally, he throws his hands up in the air, pacing back and forth. âI canât believe this. I leave you alone for five minutes, and you start dating the most reckless genius on the planet!â
Tony folds his arms, looking proud. âReckless? Genius? You flatter me, Banner.â
Bruce turns to you, shaking his head. âAre you sure about this? I mean, this is Tony. Heâsââ
You step forward, putting a hand on your brotherâs arm. âIâm sure, Bruce. Tony makes me happy. And believe me, I know what Iâm getting into.â
Bruce groans, covering his face with his hand. âI need to sit down. Or maybe lie down.â
Tony claps Bruce on the back, grinning. âDonât worry, big guy. Iâll take good care of her. Besides, Iâm not that bad. You couldâve ended up with someone way worse, likeââ
âTony,â you cut him off, giving him a pointed look.
Bruce sinks into his chair, staring at the ceiling like heâs having an existential crisis. âI just⊠I canât believe this. I thought it was bad when you started hanging out with him. Now youâre dating him?â
Tony shrugs, looking smug. âLove works in mysterious ways, Banner. Even for geniuses like us.â
Bruce groans louder, shaking his head. âThis is a nightmare. I need a lab break. Or maybe a tranquilizer.â
You and Tony exchange amused glances as Bruce continues to mutter to himself, clearly still processing the news. Finally, Tony leans in, whispering in your ear, âWell, that went better than expected. Iâd say weâre off to a great start.â
You laugh, shaking your head as you watch Bruce pace the lab, still muttering about âimpending disastersâ and âTony Stark of all people.â Maybe Bruce will need a little more time to come around, but deep down, you know heâll accept itâeventually.
Dating Tony Stark comes with a lot of perks. Stark Tower itself is like a futuristic playgroundâfully automated, filled with high-tech gadgets, and with the best view of the New York skyline. Itâs also full of surprises, many of which involve Tony pushing the boundaries of propriety. Especially when it comes to public displays of affection. And especially when Bruce is within a ten-foot radius.
Since you and Tony officially got together, life at Stark Tower has been anything but boring. Mornings usually involve you trying to grab breakfast in peace while Tony insists on inventing new ways to make coffee (most of which end in small explosions). Afternoons might be spent in his labâwhere youâre technically helping him, though he tends to get distracted by the fact that youâre there, which leads to less science and more stolen kisses.
And then thereâs Bruce, poor Bruce, who is constantly trying to ignore the fact that his best friend is now dating his sister. Tony, of course, makes it his personal mission to remind him at every possible opportunity.
One afternoon, youâre in the lab with Bruce, going over some research notes. The air is filled with the quiet hum of machinery, and youâre both deep in concentration. At least, until the door swings open and Tony strolls in, whistling as if he owns the place (which, to be fair, he does).
âHey, Banner! Howâs my favorite big green guy today?â Tony calls out, already making a beeline for you.
Bruce looks up from his computer with a wary expression. âTony, please. Not now. Weâre working.â
Tony waves him off as if this is a minor inconvenience. âYeah, yeah, science and all that.â He slides right up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. âHey, gorgeous. Howâs your day going?â
You smile, shaking your head but leaning back into him. âIt was peaceful. Until now.â
Bruce lets out an exaggerated sigh, clearly trying to focus on his screen. âSeriously, Tony. Do you have to do that? Here?â
Tony grins, clearly enjoying how easily he gets under Bruceâs skin. âWhat, this?â He leans down further and plants a dramatic kiss on your cheek, making a point to linger there.
You laugh, nudging him gently. âTonyâŠâ
Bruce groans, rubbing his temples like heâs developing a stress headache. âDo you really have to kiss her in front of me? Canât you justâwait until Iâm not around?â
Tony straightens up, looking completely innocent. âOh, come on, Banner. Weâre in a relationship. Itâs perfectly normal. Besides, we could be doing much worse things in front of you.â
âTony!â You elbow him in the side, though you canât help but laugh at the horrified look on Bruceâs face.
Bruce looks like heâs about to keel over. âIâm begging you. No details.â
Tony leans in again, this time whispering just loud enough for Bruce to hear, âDonât worry. Iâll spare you the juicy stuff.â
Bruce groans louder, closing his laptop with a snap and standing up. âYou two are impossible. Iâm going to the roof. At least the air up there is free of⊠whatever this is.â
As Bruce marches toward the door, Tony throws his arm around your shoulders, looking as smug as ever. âCome on, Bruce! Youâve got to get used to it eventually. I mean, whatâs a little affection between friends? And family. And soulmates.â He winks at you, and you shake your head, laughing at his antics.
Bruce doesnât even turn around, just waves a hand dismissively as he walks out. âIâm going to pretend I didnât hear that. Enjoy your soulmate time.â
The door slides shut behind him, leaving you and Tony alone in the lab. Tony turns to you with a playful glint in his eyes. âYou know, I think heâs starting to come around. He only looks half as horrified as he did last week.â
You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. âYouâre incorrigible.â
âGuilty as charged.â Tony leans in and kisses you again, this time properlyâslow, warm, and completely distracting.
You pull back just enough to speak. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you? Making him squirm?â
Tony grins, brushing his nose against yours. âItâs one of lifeâs simple pleasures. Right up there with inventing new things and kissing you.â
Of course, this isnât the only time Tony manages to fluster Bruce. Over the next few weeks, he finds increasingly creative ways to engage in PDA whenever Bruce is nearby. Like the time Bruce is trying to explain gamma radiation theory, and Tony, who claims heâs listening, suddenly pulls you into his lap in the middle of the lab.
âTony, what are you doing?â you hiss, laughing despite yourself as he casually wraps an arm around your waist.
âWhat? Iâm just getting comfortable,â Tony says innocently. âKeep going, Bruce. This is fascinating.â
Bruce stares at him, completely bewildered. âYouâre not listening. Youâre⊠distracting her.â
âIâm a multitasker,â Tony quips, giving you a wink. âI can listen and hold my girlfriend at the same time. Itâs a gift.â
Bruce throws his hands up in the air, clearly at his limit. âIâm done. You two deserve each other.â He grabs his tablet and stalks out of the room, muttering under his breath about âpublic decency.â
Tony chuckles, watching Bruce leave, then turns back to you. âWhat do you think? Too much?â
You shake your head, laughing. âHeâs going to have a meltdown at some point, and itâs going to be entirely your fault.â
Tony shrugs, leaning back in his chair and pulling you closer. âEh, heâll get over it. Eventually. Probably. Besides, itâs good for him. Builds character.â
You roll your eyes, but youâre still smiling. Life with Tony may be chaotic, but itâs never dull. And thereâs something oddly comforting about the way he teases Bruceâitâs like the three of you are caught up in this weird little family dynamic, where youâre the calm center and Tony and Bruce are constantly bickering, but in a way that somehow works.
One evening, youâre sitting on the couch in the common area, curled up with Tony, watching a movie. Bruce walks in, clearly intending to grab something from the kitchen, but the moment he sees you both snuggled up, he pauses in the doorway like heâs reconsidering his life choices.
Tony, ever the opportunist, notices immediately. âHey, Bruce! Wanna join us?â He pats the space next to him on the couch. âThereâs plenty of room.â
Bruce stares at him, deadpan. âIâm not sitting next to you while youâre doing⊠that.â
You blink, glancing between them. âDoing what? Weâre just watching a movie.â
Bruce narrows his eyes, pointing at you two. âYouâre snuggling. Itâs unnatural.â
Tony grins. âOh, come on. Itâs perfectly natural for two people in love to cuddle on the couch. Donât be so repressed, Banner. Youâre going to make yourself even grayer.â
Bruce sighs, looking exhausted just by the sight of you both. âYou know what? Iâll justââ He gestures vaguely toward the kitchen, like heâs going to hide in there for a while.
Tony watches Bruce retreat to the kitchen with the kind of smug satisfaction that only comes from knowing youâve successfully pushed your best friendâs buttons. He leans back into the couch, pulling you closer as the movie continues to play in the background.
âYou think we should go easy on him?â you ask, glancing toward the kitchen where Bruce is clearly pretending to be busy with something, probably plotting ways to avoid you and Tony for the foreseeable future.
Tony shakes his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âGo easy? Nah. He needs this. Itâs good for him. Keeps him on his toes.â
You chuckle, resting your head on his shoulder. âYouâre going to give him an ulcer one of these days, you know that, right?â
Tony grins, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âEh, itâs character-building. Besides, deep down, he loves us. Heâll come around. Eventually.â
Just then, Bruce reemerges from the kitchen, holding a bottle of water and clearly trying to act like heâs not noticing you two wrapped up in each other. You swear you see him wince when Tony casually starts tracing circles on your arm with his fingers.
Bruce takes a long, exaggerated sip from the bottle, standing awkwardly in the doorway. âYou guys, uh⊠planning on going to bed soon?â His tone is hopeful, like maybe youâll take the hint and give him some peace.
Tony looks at him, perfectly deadpan. âOh, weâre definitely going to bed. Just⊠probably not to sleep. You know how it is, Banner.â
Your jaw drops, and you elbow Tony sharply in the ribs, stifling your laughter as Bruceâs face goes through several stages of sheer horror.
âTony!â you whisper-shout, trying to keep it together.
Bruce lets out a strangled groan, covering his face with one hand. âOh my God. No. No, no, no. I did not need to hear that.â He points at Tony with a glare. âYouâre doing this on purpose, arenât you?â
Tony tilts his head, feigning innocence. âI have no idea what youâre talking about. Weâre just being affectionate. Perfectly normal, right, sweetheart?â He gives you a sly smile, completely enjoying this little game.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh as you turn to Bruce. âWeâre just teasing. You know that.â
Bruce glares at Tony, whoâs still smirking, clearly enjoying the whole situation far too much. âYou know what? Iâm just going to go up to the lab. Where thereâs no⊠whatever this is.â
âYou sure?â Tony asks, stretching out lazily on the couch. âYou could hang with us. Watch a rom-com, talk about feelings, maybe even join in for a group hugââ
âNO.â Bruce cuts him off with a sharp wave of his hand. âJust⊠no. Iâm going upstairs. Goodnight.â
With that, Bruce practically bolts for the stairs, his water bottle clutched in a death grip as he escapes the scene, muttering something about âemotional trauma.â
Once Bruce is safely out of earshot, you burst out laughing, burying your face in Tonyâs chest. âYouâre terrible.â
Tony just grins, looking completely unbothered. âI know. But admit itâyou love me this way.â
You roll your eyes but canât stop smiling. âI do. Even if youâre a menace.â
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and when you pull back, you catch that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes again. âWhat do you say we make Bruceâs nightmares come true and really give him something to complain about tomorrow?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âTempting. But I think weâve tortured him enough for one day.â
Tony sighs dramatically. âFine. For now. But I reserve the right to increase the PDA by 20% the next time he annoys me.â
âDeal,â you say, grinning as you snuggle closer to him on the couch.
The next morning, youâre sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping on coffee and flipping through a magazine, when Bruce walks in looking surprisingly calm. He glances at you, then at the empty chair where Tony usually sits, clearly expecting another ambush.
âWhereâs Stark?â Bruce asks, sounding both cautious and curious.
You smirk. âStill sleeping. He stayed up late tinkering with some new invention.â
Bruce visibly relaxes, sitting down across from you. âGood. Maybe Iâll get a few hours of peace today.â
You raise an eyebrow, pretending to be innocent. âI donât know, Bruce. Tony might have something special planned for you today. Maybe a surprise PDA session in the lab.â
Bruce groans, rubbing his temples. âPlease. Iâve been through enough. Iâm getting second-hand trauma from all the smooching.â
Just then, Tony enters the kitchen, hair messy from sleep and wearing his usual loungewear, looking completely unbothered. He walks over to you and, without saying a word, plants a quick kiss on your lips. âMorning, gorgeous.â
You smile, greeting him back, while Bruce groans audibly from across the table.
âSeriously?â Bruce mutters, rolling his eyes. âItâs not even 9 a.m. and you two are already at it?â
Tony glances at Bruce, completely straight-faced. âWhat? A little kiss in the morning? Itâs called affection, Bruce. Maybe you should try it sometime. I hear itâs great for stress reduction. Youâd stop Hulking out so much.â
Bruce sighs, clearly fighting the urge to respond with anything more than an eye roll, but you can see his fingers twitching like heâs thinking about throwing his coffee mug at Tony. He takes a deep breath instead, rubbing his temples. âTony, I know what affection is. I just donât need to witness it at every possible moment, especially in my own kitchen.â
Tony grins, as if this was exactly the reaction he wanted. He leans down, dramatically kissing you on the cheek before turning back to Bruce. âCome on, buddy, itâs not like weâreââ
âSTOP.â Bruce holds up a hand, eyes closed, clearly trying to block out whatever is about to come out of Tonyâs mouth. âJust⊠donât say it. I donât need any mental images. Iâm trying to not need therapy.â
You laugh into your coffee, biting your lip as you try to rein in the amusement bubbling up inside you. Tony, however, is in full-on playful mode now. He leans back against the counter, crossing his arms and grinning at Bruce like heâs enjoying this way too much.
âAll Iâm saying,â Tony continues, unfazed by Bruceâs growing horror, âis that you shouldnât knock PDA until youâve tried it. Itâs very healthy, emotionally and physically. Weâre setting an example for the tower. A beacon of love.â
Bruce snorts, looking at Tony like heâs lost his mind. âA beacon of something, sure.â
Tony shrugs, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter and taking a bite. âWeâre adorable, and youâre just jealous.â
Bruce glares at him over his mug. âJealous? Of what? Watching you two practically make out every time I turn around? Pass.â
You lean over, nudging Tony in the side with a grin. âI think heâs just upset because he canât escape us. Maybe we should tone it down. Give him a break.â
Tony glances down at you, raising an eyebrow. âTone it down? You mean, stop being ourselves? I canât do that. Itâs against my code.â
You roll your eyes, smiling as you sip your coffee. âOf course it is.â
Bruce, now finished with his coffee, stands up, clearly ready to flee the kitchen. âFor the record, Iâm happy for you two. Really. Just⊠try to keep the beacon of love at a safe distance from my workspace.â
Tony watches him head toward the door, then looks back at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. âOh, weâre definitely kissing in front of him in the lab later.â
You laugh, shaking your head. âYou really have a death wish, donât you?â
Tony grins, leaning down to kiss you again, this time slower and more deliberate. âTotally worth it.â
Later that day, as you predicted, Tony finds the perfect opportunity to annoy Bruce once more. Youâre both in the labâwell, youâre working, and Tonyâs pretending to work while glancing at you every five minutes. Bruce is furiously typing away at his computer, clearly trying to stay in the zone and ignore whatever Tony might be planning.
As if on cue, Tony sidles up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chin to your shoulder. âHey,â he whispers, loud enough for Bruce to hear, âI think itâs time for a break.â
You glance over at Bruce, who is visibly tensing, fingers pausing over his keyboard as he waits for whatever Tonyâs about to do. âTonyâŠâ you warn softly, though youâre already fighting a smile.
But Tonyâs already leaning in, brushing a kiss to your temple, then down to your cheek. âCome on, weâve been working hard. We deserve a little⊠affection.â
Bruce makes a strangled noise, pushing away from his computer. âPlease. Please donât do this.â
Tony grins against your skin. âWhat? Just showing some love in the lab. Totally professional.â
Bruce stands up, throwing his hands in the air. âYou know what? Fine. Make out. Hug. Whatever. Iâll just be somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away.â
Tony watches him walk to the door, calling out after him, âWeâll miss you, Banner! Try not to get too lonely!â
Bruce doesnât even turn around, just waves a hand over his shoulder as he storms out. You watch him disappear, laughing as you turn to Tony, who is looking entirely too proud of himself.
âYou know, one day, Bruce might actually snap. And itâs going to be your fault,â you tease, shaking your head.
Tony pulls you closer, his arms snug around your waist. âNah, he loves me. Deep down. Very, very deep down.â
You roll your eyes but smile up at him. âYouâre impossible.â
He grins, leaning in for another kiss, and as his lips brush against yours, you canât help but think that life with Tony â chaos and all â is pretty perfect.
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so because iâm insane and canât write anything remotely short, kinktobers virginity loss w mattheo will be two parts.
the first part has no smut. the second part does.
iâll be posting the first part today or tomorrow, then youâll get the rest on the listed day. đ€
#did i sneak in a brothers best friend trope? yes#yes i did#eating drywall atm goodbye#mattheo riddle
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this âromeo and julietâ totally got their hapy ending đ
talk me down | sim jaeyun
you honestly couldn't comprehend why falling for your brother's best friend was so taboo... especially when said best friend was jake sim. // minors dni, 18+
words: 6.55k // warnings: established relationship, jock!jake, frat!jake x sorority!reader, brother!heesung, unprotected sex (pull out method is used - wrap it before you tap it guys)
loving jake sim was easy, like breathing. everything he did was the epitome of âboyfriendâ, and it never failed to have butterflies in your stomach and a flush of red on your cheeks. you just wished you could love him out loud, show him off to the world as yours, and you knew deep down he felt the same.
you didnât understand why falling for your brotherâs best friend was so taboo. sure, heesung was jakeâs only hyung, and that made things slightly more awkward - jake would never want to do anything that could offend or upset heesung, but falling for you was never on his agenda when befriending his older friend on the football team.
now heesung had graduated, it was easier for you and jake to just be together on campus, but sometimes it got difficult. he couldnât just turn up to pick you up from home for a date over the holidays, and you had to be careful with your proximity and interactions when you were all hanging out as a group with their other friends.
part of you felt awful about hiding this from your elder brother, but no one knew how heâd react so you were biding your time in finding the right time to tell him. you hoped heâd approve - you needed him to approve. more than anything. you couldnât lose jake, not after spending so long falling for everything about him. all his quirks and secret hobbies. all his guilty pleasures and his routines. his coffee order, the songs he uses to hype himself up before a game. the way he holds you, the way he kisses you - conveying everything he couldn't say through the way his lips meshed with yours.
however, what you werenât expecting was for everything to come tumbling out when heesung gatecrashed a frat party with a bunch of other last yearsâ graduates from the football team.
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jake had met heesung when the younger was just a baby-faced college freshman. it was only a few years ago, but it felt like a lifetime. jake was a pledge for kappa nu, where heesung was already a brother - a legacy, actually. his father and uncles had all been in kappu nu during their time at the college, and it was safe to say heesung was one of their most active members.
heesung quickly adopted jake as his little brother, seeing a lot of himself in the bright-eyed kid. they became best friends almost as quickly, heesung introducing jake to the football team, which is where jake got his confidence to actually go to tryouts.
he had met you not far into the semester, at a mixer between his frat, and your sorority - where you were, much like your brother, a legacy. you were instantly attracted to him, and got chatting almost straight away. you told him about how your entire family had gone to HybeU, and that nowhere else even seemed like an option for you brother the previous year, or you when you had applied. it turned out HybeU loved legacy students, and were keen to take on as many as they could.
with the flush of alcohol running through your veins, you almost got the confidence to ask jake to take you back to his room, before your brother called out your childhood nickname - stunning both you and jake.
â(n/n)! youâve met jake! heâs the kid i was telling you about!â
he was so excited for his best friend to meet his treasured little sister, but you couldnât deny the awkwardness that developed between you and jake after. almost as if your brother being his best friend was an instant turn-off for him.
but as much as he tried to put distance between you to ignore the growing crush he developed on you from the first time he saw you - he couldnât. it was like he couldnât escape you. he was going to hang out off campus with his friends? heesung was insistent on bringing you along! a football match, or even practice? oh, you were in the stands because heesung was taking you out for some brother-sister bonding after. jake was struggling in his english lit class, which he needed to pass to stay on the team? you loved the novel he was learning about, heesung would see if you were free to tutor him sometime!
it was almost as if the universe, or even heesung himself was trying to push the two of you together. he almost got up the courage to ask heesung for his blessing to take you on a date, until he was stuck in a conversation with his hyung and another frat brother which changed his perspective.
âi dunno, man. your sisterâs pretty cute, and sheâs around all the time. iâd take her out, you know?â
heesung seethed at the mere thought of it. âif you, or anyone here for that matter, even think about touching my sister i promise i wonât hesitate to cut your balls off. sheâs off limits, got it?â
oh.
maybe jake wouldnât ask you out, after all.
but it was so difficult - to be around you so often and not be able to voice his feelings. he truly had no idea you felt the same way, especially clueless to the conversation you and heesung had after you ended up blushing and shy everytime you hung out with his friends. heesung didnât know your feelings for jake, and so he couldnât tell the boy in question, and you were happy to keep it that way. he just warned you that his friends were off-limits, and probably not the type of boyfriend material you were after. in fact, he warned you that most frat boys were not the type of boys heâd want his sister to be with.
it was only after your childhood best friend and sorority sister started dating a shared friend of heesung and jake - and by default, you - that you began to question hiding your feelings from jake. jay was lovely, and he was so perfect to mina that you couldnât help but wonderâŠ. why couldnât that be you? why couldnât it be jake picking you up from mixers when you drank too much, or bringing coffee to your morning lecture because you were tired? what was the harm in trying?
embarrassingly, your confession came when jake picked you up from a bar - entirely by accident. heesung was sick and all your friends were either busy, or had also been drinking. but jake came for you, like a knight in shining armor, and you couldnât help it.
âyouâre so pretty, ikeu.â you breathed, your eyes dancing like stars as you took in the way he stood against his car waiting for you. you watched as a pretty, pink blush spread across his cheeks and he shook his head softly.
âyouâre drunk,â he started, opening the passenger door to help you in. âcâmon. you need some water and to go to bed.â
of course you listened, it was jake so why wouldnât you? but you were still determined to prove your point.
âno, seriously, jake. youâre, likeâŠ. gorgeous,â you couldnât look away from him as he pulled away from the curb to take you back to your sorority house. âeveryone loves you and its not fair. it means iâm not special.â
he was taken aback by your words, glancing over at you slightly shocked when he reached a red light. his heart was hammering in his chest, but he was painfully aware that he couldnât respond the way he truly wanted, especially while you were intoxicated in his passenger seat.
âyou are special, (y/n). i donât think you realize how special you are to me. but let's not talk about this now, yeah?â
âbut if not now, then when? heesung wouldnât let us be alone together if he knew how i really felt.â you huffed, opting to stare out the window instead. jake thought you looked like a child sulking, it was kind of cute.
â(y/n),â he started softly. âif you like me more than as a friend, itâs okay. it actually makes the way iâve been pining over you less embarrassing. but you know we canât act on it, right? heesung would kill me.â
you couldnât help the tears that build it your eyes as jake pulled up to your house, the car drawing to a stop as you let out a sigh.
âi know. thanks for the ride, jake. see you around, i guess.â
you had left the car before he could even say another word, but he was too stupid and overwhelmed to go after you, which in hindsight was his biggest mistake. you started avoiding him after that, barely able to act normal when you bumped into him with your brother.
it went on for three weeks, and he couldnât stand it. fuck what heesung thought. he couldnât cope with the way you avoided him like the plague - not when he knew you felt the same way as him.
heesung had gone away on a trip with one of his clubs, and you felt restless and abandoned. youâd never been away from your brother for too long, and not having him within an armâs distance was unsettling in every way. you started hanging out at the frat house again more often, as you saw the guys as brothers of your own by default, but that didnât stop you from avoiding jake still.
it was only when he bumped into you in the kitchen at 3am one morning that he got up the courage to confront you, and neither of you could have expected the turn that the night would take.
âyou know you donât have to act like i donât exist, right? it actually fucking sucks.â
you jumped, not expecting the voice behind you as you filled your water bottle in the sink. you knew it was jake, and as much as you wanted to avoid this conversation, you knew you couldnât. you sighed, switching off the faucet and turning to face him, taking in the way he seemed exhausted in every sense of the word.
âjake, i canât do this right now, okay?â
âbut if not now, then when?â he snapped, mirroring your words from the night you told him of your feelings for him, and you had to admit you felt a bit ashamed. was it really eating him up that bad?
âyou were right. heesung would kill you. so whatâs the point of entertaining something that can never happen? being around you is too hard right now, so iâm keeping my distance until iâm over this. please donât make it harder for me, jake.â
there was a beat of silence as jake processed what you had said and took a mental battle with himself. you could see the cogs turning in his head as he muttered to himself, angry with you ro himself, you werenât sure.
âletâs just⊠talk about this another time, okay?â
you went to walk past him, but you didnât get far before he grabbed your wrist with a silent plea to just wait and hear him out. the contact between you had your skin buzzing, and all of a sudden you completely forgot why youâd been avoiding him. why couldnât you both just be normal people?
jake sighed, his eyes darting over your face for any signs of discomfort.
âjustâ fuck it. fuck what heesung thinks.â was all he said before pulling you closer and placing his lips on yours. and it felt magical. yeah, you may have been kissing in his fraternity kitchen at almost half past three in the morning, wearing one of his friendâs shirts as a sleep dress, but it was the most perfect first kiss you could have even imagined.
he couldnât stop himself, pressing peck after peck to your soft lips, his hands cupping your face like youâd disappear if he let go. your hands, on the contrary, had dipped under his shirt, holding onto his waist like it was keeping you grounded. it took everything in you not to dig your nails into his gorgeous skin when his teeth nipped your bottom lip, and you let out an embarrassing whimper. god, were you really that touch-starved?
eventually, you had to pull away for breath, mumbling against his lips because you couldnât bring yourself to be too far for him. âtake me to your room, jake. i donât care what we do, we could just sleep for all i care, i just need to be close to you.â
he grinned, softly caressing your cheek as he pulled away, and you blushed at the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he was quick to take your hand and pull you up the stairs to his bedroom. once you were safely in with the door closed and locked, he practically begged you to change into one of his shirts to sleep in, his puppy-dog eyes making you weak in the knees.
âplease, (y/n), i canât sleep next to you knowing youâre wearing one of jungwonâs shirts. what about ifâ listen, whatever one you choose iâll let you keep it, yeah?â
he was cute when he begged, not that he needed to. and the second you were curled up in his bed, one of your legs slung over his waist while his fingers drew soft patterns on your skin - you knew you were in love.
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almost two years had passed since jake asked you to be his girlfriend, exactly a year after you found yourself curled up in his bed with a shitty tv show playing in the background - and things were a lot different since then
you were both seniors now. jake was captain of the football team, while you were president of the musical theater society. heesung had graduated a year earlier, and while you felt bad about hiding a huge part of your life from him, being with jake couldnât be better.
now heesung was no longer on campus, you could go out holding hands, or stay at each otherâs dorms without the worry of being caught. you could kiss jake when he ran up to you happily after a successful football game, and he could meet you with flowers after one of your musical theater performances.
you just prayed that heesung would stay oblivious enough at least until after you graduated - youâd feel less bad about telling him then. in fact, you were impressed with how well you and jake were hiding it from him. unfortunately for you, it wouldnât last as long as you hoped.
not long before the first semester of your senior year ended, kappa nu decided to throw a huge celebration party - mainly to celebrate the upcoming graduates, but also just to enjoy the end of the semester before christmas break.
of course, you and jake were keen to go - even more so when sunghoon had excitedly told you it was going to be a costume party. the concept of a costume party sparked many playful fights between jake and yourself - he wanted to go in hogwarts robes, but you felt that was too halloween-like and wanted something moreâŠ. couple-y? cute?
eventually, you decided to go as romeo and juliet, jake searching high and low for a non-metallic knight costume that was breathable and easy to move in, while you had it easy. you thrifted a really cute white dress, and found a pair of good quality, dainty angel wings online for a relatively cheap price.
the two of you decided not to show one another your costumes until the day of the party, where youâd have to meet jake at the kappa nu house where he was given the responsibility of greeting guests. it was exciting, and you decided to throw in your own twist to the costume as a fun surprise for him.
it felt like a given that youâd stay with jake after the party, crashing in his room and probably spending all your hangover recovery time with him, so why not make it interesting? you searched online high and low to find the perfect website - and when you did, you ordered a gorgeous lace thong in white (to match your dress) with the phrase âjakeâs girlâ etched into the hemline with crystal lettering. talk about a perfect early christmas present, right?
you tried to avoid talking about the party with him after that, afraid youâd accidentally spill your guts and spoil the surprise for him. but luckily he seemed more caught up in the love lives of his friends - more specifically, who theyâd all be bringing to the party.
âi think sunooâs going to bring that sophomore girl from his accounting seminars. at least i hope so, god, iâm so sick of hearing him pine after her. i swear i wasnât that bad before we got together.â
looking over at jay who was sitting opposite you with mina in the cafe, he gave you a look that told you all you needed to know. jake was definitely that bad. probably worse. in fact, you did them all a favor by getting with him because he would never shut the fuck up about you.
when the day of the party finally arrived, you and your sorority sisters decided to all band together and get ready in your living room - helping one another with makeup, straightening each otherâs hair, being each otherâs designated photographers for instagram posts. you had no idea anyone off campus knew anything about the party - especially not last years graduates - until you got a message from your brother.
have fun tonight, (n/n)!!! send me a picture of ur costume :( im so annoyed iâm not there kappa nu didnât do anything like this before i graduated
for some reason, the wording of heesungâs message felt ominous. you werenât sure how he even knew about the party, but you shook it off the second one of the younger, freshman girls in your house asked you if you could braid her hair - which you agreed to, happily pulling out a box of hair ties.
by the time all the girls were ready, it was half past nine and you were a little late for the party - not that you minded. after shoving some essentials in the little purse you were bringing, you all left the house to start the short walk to the kappa nu house.
it probably looked insane - 15 girls all dressed in different costumes that definitely didnât coordinate walked down the road in the student village. you all looked like you were going to completely different events, and the effects of the pre-drinks were starting to kick in with the way you were all giggling like maniacs. half of you couldnât walk in a straight line sober, so the group of you stumbling across the curb mustâve looked rather amusing to passers-by.
you and the elder sisters in the sorority stayed to the back of the group as your approached the house, wanting all the younger girls to get in the house safely and make sure you hadnât lost anyone on the walk there - the freshman and sophomores were feral, and sometimes you struggled to keep track of them.
you smiled as jake came into your line of vision, his freshly bleached hair in a dirty blonde adding to the effect of the costume. you liked it, maybe too much, but that was a problem for later. he grinned when he saw you, taking in your outfit and making you do a quick twirl for him.
âyou look good, baby. iâll be inside in a minute, yeah? theyâre making me stay on the door until the last sorority gets here.â he pressed a kiss to your temple as you ran your hands over the armor of his costume - it was surprisingly good quality, and you couldnât help but wonder where he got it so last minute.
âno worries, jakey, just come find me when you get in.â you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, reaching up to rub away the remains of your lipgloss after. you took note of the soft hue of red coating his cheeks and turned to wave at him as you walked into the house. you would never get over the affect you had on jake, it was both endearing and so, so fucking attractive.
jake wormed his way through the crowds of people towards you about 15 minutes later, a red solo cup of punch in each hand. he passed you a cup and sipped his own as you danced with your friends, having the best time of your college life so far. when youâd finally had enough of dancing with jake and your friends, and your feet started to hurt, you took jakeâs hand and began mingling - being a social butterfly was never on your agenda, but you loved knowing so many people and being able to say hi and know the names of most people at the party.
it was only about an hour and a half into the party that you remembered your surprise for jake, and the alcohol coursing through your veins gave you enough confidence to finally show him. you and jake were by no means new to sexual activity with one another, but he still always managed to make you shy and for once you wanted to give him the same effect.
you waved goodbye to jay and mina, quickly pulling jake towards an empty bathroom and giggling as he questioned where you were going. his cousin and frat brother had finally met a girl, so his bedroom was off-bounds as jake had loaned it to him for the night, so for now a bathroom was your best option.
pushing jake in and locking the door behind you, heâd never been so confused in his life.
âwhatâs going on, angel? you getting overwhelmed out there?â he asked as you hopped onto the counter shaking your head.
âgot a surprise for you, jakey, but i couldnât show you out there. trust me, you donât want anyone else to see it.â biting your lip to try and contain your grin, you moved jakeâs hands to the hem of your dress, urging him to lift it up.
he chuckled breathlessly, confused by your antics.
âdonât tell me youâve got all needy for me already, huh? oh, baby, what am i going to do with you?â
you groaned as he simply fingered the hemming of your dress, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in frustration. annoyed with his waiting game, you lifted your dress, the light catching the crystals on your panties causing his eyes to go flying down to them.
it took him a minute to process what the lettering spelt, but once he did, he looked back up at you with a smirk. one that had you clenching your thighs together, anticipating what was to come.
âyeah, youâre my girl,â he hummed, the cockiness flooding through in this tone. âmy pretty, pretty girl, arenât you? you did all this for me, hmm?â
you nodded shyly, a coat of red settling gently on your cheeks as he caressed your bare thighs. you loved it when he got possessive, and he loved it equally as much when you willingly submitted yourself to him completely.
ânuh uh, use your words,â he chuckled, pinching the skin between his fingers and reveling in the way your breaths got shorter as he inched closer to your core. âyouâre a big girl, arenât you? my girl. use your words for me, my angel girl.â
âdid it all you for, jakey,â you mumbled, nosing against his neck as he pulled himself closer to you. âjust wanna be pretty for you.â
his fingers reached further up, fiddling with the lettering on the hem of your panties as he pressed a searing hot kiss to your lips.
âmy pretty girl. got me all worked up now, you know that? canât even take you to my room,â the grumble in his voice was only half-serious, knowing full well that he planned to ruin you right there on top of the bathroom counter. âwill you let me have my way with you right here, pretty?â
you simply nodded, too overwhelmed in your lust for the boy in front of you that words failed you. he cupped your face in his soft hands, pressing his lips firmly against your own, and an embarrassing whimper fell from your throat. how had you been together for bordering on two years, but even a simple kiss had you melting under his fingertips?
you didnât know how or when your panties ended up strewn on the bathroom floor, or when jaeyun had pulled down the top of your dress, your tits spilling out so prettily as he mouthed at them - but you couldnât complain. not when you felt budding marks blooming across your skin, nor when he pulled you closer so your hips sat flush to each other and his cock aching in his pants pressed against you so deliciously.
while one of your hands was wandering lower, pressing between your bodies to try and get a grip on jakeâs belt buckle, the other was wrapped in strands of his hair, the feeling of his lips leaving a fiery wake on your skin being both too much and not enough. he was panting and allowing little whines to leave his lips as you tugged on his roots - something you discovered that he thoroughly enjoyed quite early into your relationship.
almost as if he didnât want to - which he probably didnât in all honesty - he finally pulled himself away from your chest enough to help you unbuckle his trousers and lower them, along with his boxers, just enough so his cock could spring out of its confines. he was so hard you wouldnât be surprised if it was bordering on uncomfortable, and you wanted nothing more than for him to bully himself inside you and fill you up only the way he could - so, so perfectly.
you spat on your hand before stroking his length, the boy in front of you slightly jolting at the sudden stimulation. although, as much as he wanted nothing more than to be buried inside your walls, he also seemed keen on the idea of teasing you, causing you to groan and throw your head back in frustration.
âplease, baby. need you in me. wonât you fuck me, jakey, please?â you put on your best puppy-dog eyes in hopes of swaying him, and in one swift movement he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him as he eased inside your tight hole.
âfuck, angel. havenât i fucked you good enough, huh? still so tight after all this time, its almost like your pretty pussyâs suffocating me.â
you keened at his words, head falling forward to rest against his shoulder as he began shallowly thrusting into you. you were well aware that jake was particularly endowed, but somehow it managed to catch you off guard every time he sheathed his entire length inside you. youâd never felt so full, and it was addicting. in fact, everything he did was addicting.
the way he rolled his pelvis into yours had you drooling onto his costume, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in a way beyond your control. maybe it was the alcohol in your systems, or the fact you were fucking in the bathroom of his frat house, but you swore jake had you seeing stars faster than ever before.
anyone who stood too close to the bathroom door would be fully aware of what was going on, the sound slapping sounds and moans echoing off the tiled walls easily overpowering the loud bass of the music for anyone in a close enough proximity. you slung both arms around his neck, tears welling up in your eyes at how good he was making you feel.
but then, a knock on the door caught you off guard, jakeâs hand slamming over your mouth - he didnât want anyone else to hear your pretty calls of his name, and he was sure he could get rid of whoever was outside the door easily.
âyeah? kinda busy in here, sorry!â jake called out through gritted teeth, his cock never stopping its assault on your gummy walls. his eyes were screwed tightly shut, and you couldnât help but move his hand from your mouth and run your tongue over the veins popping out on his neck, collecting all the sweat on your tongue. it was so hot, the idea of one of his frat brothers catching you in the act.
âjake? bro, is that you?â suddenly jakeâs hips stilled inside you, both of you in utter disbelief, not wanting to recognize the voice on the other side of the door that your eyes were glued to. âsorry, man, iâm looking for (y/n), have you seen her?â
you gasped, not expecting jake to shallowly start thrusting into you again, the fact that your brother was standing on the other side of a plank of wood doing nothing to fend off his impending orgasm.
âi dunno, man. have you asked the others? iâll talk to you once iâm finished in here.â he groaned, heeseung letting out an amused laugh when he finally caught on to jakeâs x-rated activities.
âyeah sure, bro. make sure you clean up after yourself, yeah?â
as soon as heeseungâs voice had quietened and you were sure he had walked away, jakeâs grip on your hips became tighter as he pulled you into a bruising kiss and began pistoning his hips in and out of you at an animalistic pace.
you couldnât stop the loud whines and moans from falling from your lips, gripping onto his biceps to try and support the way you were wobbling on the counter. you couldnât believe how keen he was, especially after talking to your brother while his cock was buried in your walls.
âjake- oh, fuckâ jakey, heâs gonna find outâ hnnââ the knot in your abdomen was growing tighter and tighter by the second, and you were sure you looked a mess of drool and running makeup by now. but jake didnât stop. instead he attached his lips back to your neck, mumbling against the skin.
âdonât care. just need to feel you cum around me. can figure out everything else later.â
and for once, you couldnât bring yourself to care. jakeâs fingers fumbled as he reached down to rub your clit, the extra stimulation hurling you right to the edge of your release. between his lips, his fingers, his cock, you couldnât hold yourself back or give him any warning. your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, your body stiffening and walls clamping down on jakeâs length like a vice.
you practically saw white, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth in a wide âoâ as the waves of pleasure rolling through your body all the way to your soul. jake cursed, almost whimpering as he pulled his length out of you.
âsorry, baby. canât fill you up, tonight.â he groaned, fisting his cock harshly and allowing his load to release all over your exposed abdomen. heavy pants filled the room, your hands on jakeâs shoulders as he gripped the counter either side of you body while you tried to catch your breath.
silently, he pulled himself away to get some tissue, cleaning himself up and tucking his softening length back into his pants, before running a face cloth under the bathtub faucet.
âgonna clean you up, okay, pretty girl? just sit there and be good for me.â he murmured before bringing the towel down to your folds, gently wiping away the remains of your activity. he was always extra cautious about aftercare, painfully aware of where you were most sensitive before you even figured it out. he then helped you down off of the counter, telling you to go pee while he cleaned the counter - which, being his good girl, of course you did.
ânow, act normal, okay? go sit by sunooâs room, and iâll go find heeseung and tell him i found you there.â he smiled softly, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled. âyou sure you can walk okay?â
you nodded, a blush spreading on your cheeks before tapping his butt gently.
âyes, i promise. now unlock the door before someone thinks i got kidnapped.â
ânah, youâd bore them to death talking about twilight. theyâd give you back to me within an hour.â he joked, chuckled as you feigned offense and gently slapped his chest. he unlocked the door, opening it enough to slip out and pull you out with him, but he didnât go as far as you thought he would. for some reason, he came to a dead stop almost instantly without warning you, and you ended up slamming straight into his back.
âouch, jake, what the fuckââ but your words were cut short as you peered around him and were met with the figure of your brother standing across the hall, phone in one hand and a drink in the other, staring straight at you. âah, shit.â
heeseung didnât say a single word as he approached, barely looking you in the eye until he walked past you. âi think we need to talk, donât we? iâll meet you in the den.â and with that, he simply walked away.
heeseungâs emotions were hard to read at the best of times, but he was certainly hiding how he felt well in that moment. you looked up at jake, only to be met with his terrified face and his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
silently, you sighed and began leading him towards the den, where your brother would be waiting. whatever happened in there, you would stand your ground. you were hopelessly in love with jake, and if heeseung didnât like it - well, he would just have to suck it up. heâd come around eventually, of course, but there was no way in hell you were leaving the love of your life purely because your brother told you to.
you softly pressed a kiss to jakeâs cheek before walking into the den, as requested by heeseung. honestly, you were ready to go in all guns blazing, and you were never opposed to yelling at your brother if it meant heâd listen to you. when you entered, jake trailing behind you, heeseung was already sat on a beanbag, face unreadable.
jake, somehow, had the courage - or, maybe stupidity - to go and sit on the beanbag opposite heeseung, but you chose to stay standing with your arms folded over your chest.
âwhatever you have to say, seung, just say it and get it over with. iâm not in the mood for a lecture.â
finally, heeseung pulled his gaze to you, but still, his expression was utterly unreadable. his eyes drifted over to jake before coming back to you, and you were more than relieved when he finally spoke.
âplease just sit down, (n/n). iâm not going to lecture you, i swear.â
you huffed, avoiding his eyes as you plopped yourself into the beanbag next to jake. speaking of which, jake looked like he was about to vomit. his hands were almost rigid at his side, and if you couldnât see the slight movement of his shoulders you wouldâve probably thought he wasnât breathing.
you had to stop yourself from taking jakeâs hands in yours to comfort him - if heeseung kicked off over it, you werenât sure how jake would take it, and you didnât want to wind your brother up even more.
the room was eerily silent for a while; too long, for your liking.
you almost thought heeseung had lost his mind when he started smiling, assuming he was taking joy from yours and jakeâs apparent fear. in fact, you couldâve sworn you hadnât seen such a smile on his face since the day you told him that youâd been accepted to HybeU.
âgod, you guys are so cute. did you really think i hadnât picked up on it by now? i basically shipped you from the start.â
suddenly all the air came back into the room, and you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.
âyou knew? hyung, butâ i thought you wouldâve killed me if you knew!â jake seemed to be absolutely flabbergasted by this new information, and you werenât in a much better state. had he feigned ignorance to see how long you could keep up the charade? had he faked his annoyance when he caught you, just to see you squirm?
âhee, how long have you known?â was all you could ask before your brother shrugged, as if he hadn't admitted something major the second before.
âiâve known since the start. everyone except you guys knew that i knew, we all kind of had a bet going to see how long it would last before you told meâŠ. i won, by the way. i gathered youâd wait until after your graduation.â
you spluttered as jakeâs face turned beetroot red, unable to comprehend what heeseung was saying.
âlisten, iâm not mad. i get it. you both thought iâd be mad, so you hid it. actually, it was kind of funny hearing you sneak jake into the house during the holidays, or watching him park down the street so i wouldnât see him picking you up.â
you sat with heeseung a while longer, him gladly answering the bombard of questions that you and jake had for him. and slowly, you became more comfortable being touchy with jake in front of him. jakeâs hand ended up on your thigh, which you ended up taking in your own. then, your legs were slung over his lap while he had an arm around your shoulder. yeah, heeseung fake gagged when jake kissed your cheek, but you knew it was all in good heart given the smile of your brotherâs face.
in all honesty, heeseung was just glad you had someone to look after you. someone to love you as much as jake clearly did. he knew he couldnât keep you wrapped up, protected from the world forever, but he truly couldnât ask for a better boyfriend for you than jake.
eventually, you all went back to the party, deciding to enjoy the last few hours of fun before everyone had to leave and head back to their own dorms.
with a drink in your hand, and your arms around jakeâs waist, youâd never felt happier. it was actually quite liberating, knowing that your brother knew and approved of your relationship, and you were grateful that you were blessed with a brother as good as heeseung.
swaying to your favorite song with jakeâs arms around you, and your heart thumping in your chest, you leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his face. he grinned, returning the kiss and leant his head against yours.
âwhat was that for, bubba?â
ânothing in particular,â you admitted, shaking your head slightly. âjust love you, thatâs all.â
âi love you too, angel girl.â
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Spider and Tuk being the bestest siblings ever and spider being the mvp big brother we all know he is hc's (modern + adopted spi au addition):
Before he could drive he would wait at Tuk's bus stop to get her off the bus. He insisted on doing it to "ease the workload on his parents" (since with Jake and Neytiri's work schedule, Tuk would have to go to an afterschool program and someone would have to pick her up) which it does, but it was really cause he liked to have the quality time with Tuk.
On their walk home he would ask her about school. He asks about what she did, if she brought anything home she wanted to show him (normally stuff from art class), if she did anything special or fun, that sort of stuff. He also stays up to date on her school gossip and makes sure no one's bothering his baby sis.
They hold hands the whole walk home, and more often than not he ends up carrying her or her bag for her.
Once he gets his license he picks her up from school and fills the 45 minute-ish time she would have normally spent on the bus and walking home at the park or getting ice cream or something else of the like.
When they get home he makes sure to look at anything she brought home. All the cool stuff first; art, school work she's proud of, a pretty pebble, or the occasional half wilted flower from the recess field. He makes sure to give all the praise and compliments possible, especially to the art and school work, cause he's supporting those skills early. Then he makes sure he gets all the homework, permission slips, things like that.
When his siblings ask why he does it, he says, "Who's gonna ask her to see what she drew during recess? Who's gonna ask if she did anything fun with her best friend? Who's gonna make sure she's not left out of the loop? We're a busy family, I don't want her getting left out just cause she's little, I'll ask, I like doing it anyway" he knows his family's busy, he knows Tuk tends to fall to the background cause she's the youngest, and that Jake and Neytiri are busy trying to keep them all afloat, so he takes care of Tuk.
He helps her with her homework and never raises his voice or gets frustrated. He sits next to her and they figure it out together.
He's always proud of her, even for the little things, so he's always giving her hugs and kissing her hair and other classic big brother things.
More often than not, Spider puts Tuk to bed. Either Jake and Neytiri give up trying to tame the "cranky banshee" (what Spider call her when she's tired) of a child and call Spider in, or she asks for him. He'll lay down next to her and pull her close and tell her stories until she gets sleepy and cuddled into him. Only then does he pull out the "put'em to sleep" combo, as he calls it; he hum to her (he hums "a la nanita na", like his mama used to hum to him, fight me) while rubbing her back with one hand and plays with her braids with the other. She's out like a light in a few minutes every time.
He often refers to her as a little banshee whenever she's being feisty or especially energetic.
There was an almost 2 month streak where Tuk would only sleep if Spider stayed in her room for the night or if she was in Spider's bed (which she preferred cause it was bigger and cozier). Spider didn't mind so he gave in almost immediately. Best sleep he got in years, even with the bony knees and elbows poking him.
Spider will sacrifice himself when she gets sick, opting to be the one to go comfort her, knowing he'll be sick soon after. He has spent many nights holding her on the bathroom floor and wiping snotty noses. (he always gets it and gets it *worse* but it's worth it for his baby sis)
Tuk always does he best to take care of him after. She'll sit in bed with him and pet his hair or bring him snacks/water. When she was little, she'd bring out all her Doc McStuffin's toys (cause she'd love Doc McStuffin's, again, fight me) and try and 'make him better'
Spider has the strongest cuteness aggression ever for Tuk, like, he wants to squish her and bite her and squeeze her and shake her, with all of the love in the world. He satiates himself by snatching her, flopping on the floor, and bear hugging her as tight as he can, with his legs too, and just rolling back and forth till she's giggling so hard she can't breathe.
He is deeply invested in multiple children's shows because of how often he watches them with her. (His favorite is Wild Kratts, Paw Patrol, and Ninja Turtles)
(this one next one is so random but Spi and Tuk have pastina lover vibes, again, I dare you to fight me on this)
Spider spent time in the system and fending for himself, meaning he picked up a lot of easy recipes, one of which, was pastina with butter, broth, and cheese. He passed this on to Tuk, who has now decided this is the best snack ever and asks him to make it all the time.
Spider works out, just so he can carry her around forever and ever.
He always make sure that he and his older little siblings always give time to Tuk and involve her in their play.
They go on day trips after he gets his license, sometimes just the two of them, other times with all the Sully kids. They go to museums and science centers and such. He again holds her hand most of the time, or makes sure that she doesn't get lost while playing.
Worries over her constantly.
They trade art all the time. He'll make her a knew piece of jewelry and she'll give him a new painting to keep in his room.
He has a picture of her in his wallet.
He takes so many photos of her, he's like a facebook mom. Lo'ak makes fun of him.
He's teaching her how to skateboard, cause she thinks he's the coolest ever cause he knows how to skateboard. He got her a pretty skateboard and hot pink gear (in which he went overboard in buying considering her basically bought her a hot pink suit of armor) and helped her decorate it. He also makes sure she's not picked on when they go to the skate park.
He kisses every boo boo.
He makes and (never ever breaks) lots of pinky promises.
they have a special handshake.
When the Sully's go out anywhere, you can tell when Tuk wants to go home, because she'll be in Spi's arms, cause he'd never turn down an opportunity to hold his baby sister.
They match hair beads. Spi will always have at least one that matches with hers at all times, and Tuk will have one of his on the braid behind her ear so she can fiddle with it.
Tuk always double and triple checks that Spider has his inhaler (he doesn't know how she remembers better than he can)
She wears his shirts to bed a lot. They're big and soft and who could blame her?
should I do more of these (maybe one for each sibling?)
#Spider is the big brother who makes sure the baby of the family isn't left behind for being little#he spends intentional time with her#so even stuff like walking home or going to the park or doing homework feels so special to her#because he's making sure to do it. to ask her questions. to hug her and tell her he's proud of her. to play with her#he's not doing it cause he has to. but cause he wants to#he sees the way it makes her *shine* and makes sure to double down his efforts#the trope of the youngest sibling deciding that the eldest siblings bed is theirs and just refusing to sleep elsewhere is the superior trop#spider is the type to parentify himself and thrive#Tuk's his kid actually#the other sully kids are his siblings. Kiri and Lo'ak are his best friends. 'teys his little big brother. but Tuk is the *baby*. *his* baby#miles socorro#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#tuk#tuk tuk#tuktirey#tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite#tuktirey sully#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#atwow headcanons
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i'm so crazy about the fake dating trope and jegulus are just perfect for that and it gets better because there will always be the best friend's brother trope along with it and with literally any other one. they just can't be boring and i'm eating so well thank gods.
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I know you- Anthony Bridgerton x Y/n:Part one
Part one - Part two
Anthony rolled his eyes as he leant against the door frame, watching his family whisper excitedly between themselves as they leant towards the door trying to hear inside, thankfully the walls were thick because on the other side you were almost rolling around on the floor out of breath trying to tighten the corset that Violet had picked out for you. You werenât a Bridgerton, but you were as close as. You had been a family friend of theirs for as long as you could remember, spending many occasions with them and this season was no different. You often chose to stay at their house instead of your own.
The eldest Bridgerton couldn't understand what all the fuss was as he peered over at the chaos once again, this year a Bridgerton sister wasnât being put forth before the queen. Francesca had just married off and there was still a while before the others could join Society. So what was the commotion for?
He rolled his eyes again, pushing himself off the door frame, approaching his mother and sisters.
âMaybe we should just quit whilst weâre ahead, Iâm sure the queen has already found her diamondâyou breathed out nervously, sweat dripping from your top lip as you looked dishevelled and troubled.
âY/n, youâve been putting this off since the season I got marriedâDaphne sighed as she patted down your chest with a cloth.
âAnd for good reason, itâs hell on earth out there Daphne you know all too wellâyou scoffed swatting your best friend away.
âYouâll be amazing Iâm sure of it-Are you ready?âDaphne raised her eyebrow
âAbsolutely not, do not open those doorsâyou uttered out shaking your head as Daphne unfolded the double doors, revealing the crowd in the hall. You let out a growl as you walked past her, towards Violet.
Anthony's eyes widened as you stepped out, the pale blue lace and silk popping against your skin. The lace draping down around your waist, the silk clinging to all the right parts of you. He was not expecting this. He wasnât expecting you, looking like that. An unfamiliar feeling washed over him as he realised what was happening. You were going out into society after years of avoiding it. You were to Marry.
He watched as his family, especially Eloise and Daphne, danced excitedly around you, admiring your new look. But Anthony's gaze then fixated on you, his eyes following your every move.
He clenched his jaw slightly, confused and conflicted emotions plagued his thoughts. You had grown up very quickly, no longer the annoying bestfriend to his sister but a mature and captivating lady.
For some reason Anthony had always been relieved that you chose not to join the rest of the Ton in the marriage market, telling himself that you were like a sister to him, and you were strong and independent, eager to think for yourself.
In truth, it was because he didn't want to witness men courting you and vying for your affection like vultures, he didnât understand why the thought made him uneasy. But it did.
âCan I change my mind?âyou pleaded to everyone, Violet letting out a small chuckle as she stepped forwards to adjust a loose hair that fell down your face.
âYes can she?âHis voice rang out, causing everyone to fall into a heavy silence, Anthonyâs voice rang out clear as day, his sisters turning to face him with confused expressions, your head turned to him, the first time seeing him since you had moved your things in. Your gaze met his and his eyes never left you, even after everyone had been staring at him because of his sudden outburst.
Something about him was different, you had always thought that Anthony was handsome, but you would have rather died than let him know that. He already had most of the ladies in London falling to their knees, you would be a bonus ego boost for him having teased him for years. His brown hair had grown longer, his eyes full of adventure a twinkle residing there. He looked older, and more muscular. You snapped yourself out of the daze you had fallen into noticing that his gaze was still burning into yours.
âI uh- I mean why make haste if she wants to be a spinster for the rest of her lifeâhe smirked covering his tracks, switching back to his usual insults towards you.
You rolled your eyes, narrowing them at him, you ignored the small smile that played on his motherâs lips as she watched the interaction between the two of you.
âAnthony Bridgerton, as charming as ever, shouldnât you have been wed like five seasons ago?âyou grinned menacingly, thankful that this conversation had calmed your nerves slightly. Eloise stifled a laugh as her older brother grumbled out a profanity under his breath.
âYou know letâs hope youâre successful finding a suitable husband with that sharp tongueâhe retorted before turning and disappearing into his room, slamming the door behind him.
âWhat is with him, heâs acting weirdâBenedict groaned, Francesca nodding in agreement.
âHeâs just snarly because y/n knows how to push his buttonsâDaphne hummed out as she put the finishing touches to your dress.
âItâs taken many years of practice but I think I have managed to master the artâyou curtseyed with a proud nod.
âRight children, we shanât be late, the queen will faint if we donât show on time, we always deliver every year so y/n do us proudâViolet took your hand in hers giving it a tight squeeze.
âIâll go and get Anthony, there are three coaches outside waitingâBenedict briskly walked in the direction of his older brother.
âY/n you must take the third carriage with Anthony, we have to keep your dress in pristine condition for your entrance, if you are seen with the Viscount it may deem you more desirable, not that you arenât already, but it will helpâDaphne ordered.
âHonestly Daph, Iâm starting to believe you might actually hate meâyou groaned, rolling your eyes once again at the thought of being left alone with Anthony when he was in one of his moods.
You sat in the carriage, starting to panic on your own for a little while whilst you waited for Anthony so you could be on your way, your breathing becoming laboured and short. The door finally flung open and the Viscount caught sight of you fanning the sweat from your face. He hesitated before entering, he couldnât peel his eyes away from you as he watched you struggle.
âWhat are you staring at Bridgertonâyou quipped out as the journey began, the carriage moving swiftly along with the horses.
"Just admiring the view, love," he replied with a smirk, sitting across from you. You ignored his back handed compliment, sure that he was just trying to get under your skin.
He watched you with an amused expression, but his gaze darkened slightly with concern. "You're not feeling unwell, are you?"
âIf it means I donât have to go through with this then yes Iâm feeling extremely unwellâyou blew air into your own face.
âI know you y/n y/l/n, I know this isnât what you wantâAnthony spoke out gently, a great difference to how he spoke to you earlier. He knew that this was not what you wanted, he also knew that this is not what he wanted either. Deep down in the depths of his ice cold heart. It was like a nagging feeling that he couldnât get rid of, an itch that he couldnât scratch. He didnât know what it was heâd never felt this way before.
âI have no choice, Iâm not like you I canât just decide that I donât want to get married, i certainly donât have a love match, Iâm not married into royalty, itâs time I faced the music and put my delusions of being independent to rest. If that means marrying someone just for convenience then so be itâYou had lied to everyone else about why you had stepped forward to join the Society, but you had never lied to Anthony and you wouldnât start now.
âAnd as much as it kills me I canât hang around the Bridgerton house forever, if anything itâs a win win for everyone at least you get me out of your way so you can be broody In peace my lordâyou offered him a genuine small smile.
A frown settled on his face as he listened to your words, he had always loved having you around, he would never tell a living soul that information. But every time you came to stay his life became more exciting. He would find himself purposely bumping into you during gatherings.
A mixture of emotions passed through Anthony's face as he absorbed your words. A part of him wanted to argue and convince you to stay, insisting that you werenât a bother and that he didnât want you gone. But he kept his mouth shut, his pride preventing him from showing any vulnerability. Instead, he leaned back against the seat, his expression unreadable.
âI suppose you have a point,â he finally said with a small forced chuckle. âIt will be quieter around Bridgerton House without you constantly bickering with Eloise and I.âHe teased, a hint of sadness lingering. He didnât want this.
Your heart pounded in your chest as Anthonyâs hand reached out to grasp yours unexpectedly, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. You tried to regain your composure, before anyone saw the interaction. His hand still holding yours.
The sound of music from the ball a few yards away had faded into the background as you looked up into his eyes, seeing a new and unexpected look in them. It was different from anything you had seen before, a mix of regret and something else you couldnât quite place.
âFind meâhe whispered.
âWhat?âyou breathed out, your words barely leaving your lips.
âFind me if someone disrespects your honour, I know you get awfully anxious, if you feel like the earth is falling out from underneath your feet, I promise, I will drop everything. Find meâAnthony grew closer to you in the moment, your chest rising and falling faster as your eyes flickered between his.
Anthony's whispered words reached your ears, his tone serious. A part of you knowing that he was just willing to protect you because he thought of you as a younger sister, a part of you wanting it to be for a different reason.
Just as you were about to say something absolutely ludicrous the door was abruptly opened, your hands jumping out of each-others quickly. Feeling empty and cold as he exited the carriage, standing outside with his hand extended towards you.
You took a second revisiting everything he had just said to you. The two of you had deep conversations in the past, but nothing like this. Reaching out, your hands fitting together perfectly once again as Anthony gently helped you down from the carriage.
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I love the trope of âkid without a mother/father figure discovers magical world and gains 4 of themâ
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