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spncrscasey · 4 months ago

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Casual (k.s.)

Fandom/Characters: Chicago Fire - Kelly Severide x Fem!Reader, Matt Casey

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Agreeing to a friends with benefits deal with Kelly Severide to blow of some steam after shifts seemed like a great idea in the beginning. What happens when one of you starts to catch feelings?

Warnings: 18+ (no actual smut written but don't read if implication of it makes you uncofmy) - slight ooc kelly? hurt/comfort, mention of child death, fires, angst, pet names, fluff, implied smut, cursing, mention of sex, drinking, arguments, kissing, happy ending

a/n: i’ve been a matt girl since the moment i started watching chicago fire but recently i’ve been obsessed with kelly so this fic is a result of said obsession! also this was a bit rushed so ignore that lol but it was kinda inspired by the song casual by chappell roan so if you want, give it a listen while reading :) oh by the way the gif??? it’s gonna be the end of me- my god. anyways, enjoy <3

You were at Molly’s, nursing your third glass of wine for the night, hoping to forget about the terrible shift you just had.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, but the universe had different plans. Thinking back, you start wondering what had gone wrong.

Truck and Ambo were called to a small fire at a local café. At first, it seemed like a minor incident, just burnt toast that had accidentally caught fire. What you hadn't realized, though, was that one of the stoves had been left on accidentally, causing gas to slowly leak out.

Upon arrival, your Lieutenant, Matt Casey, instructed Otis and you to escort everyone from the sitting area. Fortunately, there were only a few customers that day, making your job easier.

As you began ushering everyone out, a mother approached you and expressed concern that her six-year-old daughter was still inside. You asked Otis to stay with her before assuring her that you would locate her daughter.

Once the building was evacuated and Herrmann was preparing to hose down the kitchen, you radioed in about the missing girl and announced that you were going back inside to find her. Casey advised you to hurry up before the situation escalated making you nod and rush in.

Heading back in, you immediately began searching for the little girl. You called out to her, but there was no response. After checking the bathroom, you noticed her unconscious form lying under the sink. Your heart sank. You quickly checked her pulse and realized how faint it was. You removed your mask and placed it on her, hoping it would help her breathe. Once the mask was on, you swiftly picked her up and hurried towards the exit.

Passing by the kitchen, you didn't notice how the stove was on. You should have. You don't know how you didn't. It was your job to notice these things but you were in such a rush that it slipped your eye. The realization only dawned on you when you heard Herrmann yelling for everyone to exit the area because of leaking gas and by then, the explosion had already occurred.

The impact sent you stumbling backward, causing you to tumble to the ground with the girl in your arms. Casey’s voice crackled through the radio, but the ringing in your ears muffled the words. You couldn't seem to stop coughing and your head was throbbing making your vision start to blur. You felt yourself succumbing to the darkness, but you fought to regain your composure and struggled to stand up.

Once the initial shock had worn off, you quickly got up and made it to the exit, disregarding your injuries, only concerned about passing the girl off to Gabby and Shay. They tried their best, you know they did, but the girl was dead before you even got to them. The explosion had killed her. The explosion you should have seen coming.

That six-year-old girl passed away, and it was all your fault.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of your name. It was Kelly, the Lieutenant of Rescue Squad 3, and one of your closest friends, whom you were currently sleeping with.

A few months ago, after a particularly difficult shift, Severide and you had accidentally ended up spending the night together. Since then, you two agreed to keep it casual— no strings attached, friends with benefits, if you will. Both of you promised to break it off if one of you started to catch feelings and that seemed reasonable to you.

“Rough day?” He asked taking a seat on the barstool beside you.

“Six-year-old kid died in my arms, so I'd say so.” You say looking down at your glass, twirling the liquid around mindlessly.

“Wanna talk about?”

“Nope, but I do want to get out of here. Your place? It’s closer.” You glanced at him, and he caught on to what you meant in an instant; you needed to let out your frustrations.

He nodded as you downed the rest of your wine and you two headed back to his apartment without any further questions.

You woke up the next day with an arm draped over your torso. You didn’t think much of it until you realized whose arm it was.

Shit.

You had never stayed over. You guys had never spent the night together to keep the feelings at bay. This was uncharted territory. So to say this was going to be awkward would be an understatement.

You attempted to quietly pull his arm away without waking him, but as soon as you made contact, you noticed him starting to stir.

“Good morning baby,” he voiced, groggily.

“Morning Kell,” You replied, blushing at the unexpected name.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, referencing the reason you were at the bar in the first place.

“Better.” You replied as you turned to face him. “Thank you.”

He didn't say anything, instead simply pulling you in for a quick kiss, letting you know he was there for you.

After pulling away, you decided it was time to get up. Popping the little bubblle you were in and ending the moment you shared.

“I'm gonna get dressed and head out, I didn't mean to stay over- just got carried away. I know we don't do that so I'll leave, sorry.”

“Y/N wait up-” He says, catching your attention.

“Yeah?” You turn around to look at him.

“I don't mind that you stayed, I know you had a tough day yesterday so it's fine. Make yourself at home sweetheart.”

The nickname caught you off guard once more. It wasn't unusual for him to shower you with praise and call you these names during sex. But afterwards? He'd never spoken to you that way and the sudden change was putting your heart in a whirl.

You sighed trying to regain your composure. “Yep, thanks. I'll uhh… I’ll see you at shift.” You brushed him off, smiling.

Since that day, the dynamic between you two has shifted noticeably. Others at the firehouse have started to take note of it as well. He's become more attentive. Making sure he has a meal saved for you when you're too busy to eat, accompanying you home from Molly's when you've had a few drinks, and checking in on you after difficult calls.

It wasn't just him, though. You’ve been overly caring with him too, more than a friend should be. When he discovered he had a half-sister, you stood by him. You supported him in reaching out to her. And when she was going through a rough patch after her kidnapping? You were the one on the phone talking her down when she made the decision to move to Colorado.

After all your help, his mother even invited you to her house as a token of gratitude. You never intended to become so involved with him and his family, it changed how you saw him.

You heard the rumors, you knew he was a player— a womanizer who didn't care about anything except his pleasure. But witnessing his interactions with his family alongside the kindness he's been treating you with recently? It was coming to be harder and harder to view him as selfish and uncaring.

The line between friends and lovers was becoming increasingly blurry. Yet you were still trying your hardest to avoid the development of feelings because you knew once you crossed that threshold, there was no going back.

You were walking towards the kitchen when you caught Casey and Severide engaging in conversation by the coffee pot.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop but hearing your name leave Matt’s lips made you stop dead in your tracks.

“What's going on between you and her?” He asked.

“Nothing. It’s all casual. She's nothing more than a friend, Case. We're not together.” Kelly replied, a little too firmly.

Ouch.

You knew nothing was going on between the two of you but hearing that coming from him? It hurt more than you'd like to admit.

You imagined sharing an apartment, perhaps a year or so from now and spending the coming years wrapped in each other's arms, building a family. You chuckled to yourself at the fact that you even thought that was a possibility at some point. Realizing now how naive it was to believe he would ever view you as anything more than a fuckbuddy. Oh, how you loved being stupid.

You spent the rest of the shift avoiding him. It wasn't fair to him; after all, he didn't know you had overheard. Your feelings were your problem, and it wasn't right to act as though he were responsible. Yet, facing him felt impossible without making a fool of yourself.

You found yourself at Molly’s again. Downing shot after shot. You knew you were way past your limit but the lack of Kelly Severide-related thoughts in your brain was encouraging you to continue.

It had gotten to the point where you noticed Herrmann giving you shots of water instead but you were too far gone to care.

You were about to request another real shot when you felt a presence next to you. You turned your head to the side and saw the one person you were trying to forget about.

Lieutenant Kelly Severide.

“You've been avoiding me.” He said, less of a question and more of a statement, keeping his eyes on you.

You hated how small he made you feel, like he could read you in just one glance. His intense gaze made you look away before trying to find Herrmann. “I have not. Now excuse me, I was about to order another drink.”

“You don't need another one.” He said, grabbing your shoulders and turning you back around to face him.

“What are you? My boyfriend? We’re just friends Severide, you don't get to make that decision for me.” You wouldn't have usually been that snarky but the alcohol in your system was giving you courage you didn't know you had.

He was taken aback by your response, you were never like this with him. It was worrying him.

He tried to help you stand up, “Y/N c’mon let's get you home.”

You reluctantly agreed. You knew you were going to regret this in the morning but at the moment, you didn't care. He started walking you towards the exit when you pulled yourself away from him and spoke up, “I don't need a babysitter. I can walk by myself.”

“If you actually think I'm letting you walk home, drunk and alone at this time of night, then you're crazy.” He replied casually while walking beside you.

You stopped abruptly and sighed, looking down. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” He questioned, placing his finger under your chin bringing your face up to meet his.

“Why do you act like you care?” You clarified, holding his stare, pretending his touch wasn't erupting fireworks in your stomach.

“I do care! I care more about you than you realize Y/N.” He said a bit too loudly, raising his hands in exaggeration.

“You're not supposed to!” You shouted back.

“Why not? Is it such a crime to care about my friend?” He replied, exasperated and upset.

There it was. The dreaded ‘friend.’ You knew it was coming. So why did it still shock you?

“I- I can't do this Kelly- I'll just call a cab to take me home, you don't need to walk me. Forget anything happened.” You said turning around, ignoring his objections, calling your name.

You spent your days off moping around. Kelly had called you multiple times and left countless messages, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. You knew you were being childish, but it didn't matter. The thought of going back to work and having to face him filled you with dread but that was a problem for later. Right now, you have errands to run.

While you were getting dressed, you absentmindedly opened the drawer meant for Kelly. You couldn't avoid him, he seemed to be everywhere you looked. Your phone, your workplace, and now, your dresser.

You sighed. The fact that you two had separate drawers designated for one another at each other's homes, slipping your mind completely. Is that something friends with benefits did? Did they keep clothes at the other’s place to ‘make it easier for them to get dressed?’

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone but opened the door regardless not guessing who you’d see on the other side.

You found yourself face-to-face with none other than the man who had been plaguing your thoughts nonstop. However, after avoiding him for so long, you didn't know what to say or how to act. You felt like you’d never been in such close proximity with him before, it was suffocating. So you simply stood there until he eventually spoke.

“We need to talk.” He stated simply.

“What's there to talk about?” You asked, avoiding his eyes.

“This. Us.” He said, motioning between the two of you.

You finally took a good look at him, you noticed the heavy bags under his eyes and the weary slump of his shoulders. It was clear that he was utterly exhausted, as if he hadn't slept at all in the last few days. And the simple thought of the reason for his exhaustion being you, made you feel terrible.

“Severide-” You couldn’t let this drag on for any longer without hating yourself, so you took a deep breath and continued, “I think we should end this arrangement that we have.”

“What?” He furrowed his brows.

“We agreed that once one of us starts catching feelings, we'd end it. So let's end it before it gets messy and hurts either of us more than it should.” You tried closing the door once you were done speaking but he quickly squeezed himself in, preventing your attempts at pushing him away.

“What are you doing?” You asked following him into your apartment.

“That's not fair!” He exclaims, “You don't get to ignore me for days and then just end our relationship and shut me out.”

“This was hardly a relationship.” You scoff, “But, what did you want me to do Kelly!?” You matched his volume, watching as he paced in the middle of your living room.

“I don't know, maybe talk to me about how you're feeling!” He said, tone dripping with sarcasm while glaring at you. If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under right about now.

“Oh, that's really mature coming from you! Mr. Expert at communication.” You replied with just as much pettiness as you could muster, stepping closer to him to prove a point.

He stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and approaching you, “Maybe you're right, maybe we do need to end this thing we have. I just thought we cared about us enough to at least talk it out.”

The two of you now stood face to face, your breaths labored and eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze. Silence enveloped the space between you, the tension so thick that it felt tangible like it could be sliced through with a knife.

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I shouldn't have ignored you and I also shouldn't have just sprung that on you.”

Once you noticed he was letting you continue, you went on, “I just realized that I couldn't be as ‘casual’ about our relationship as you are anymore. I tried to hold my tongue and ignore the feelings I have for you, but it was getting harder Kelly. Nothing about our deal has been casual for weeks now and it was starting to affect me.” You finally let out.

He took in your words, shaking his head. “It hasn't been casual for me either Y/N. I love you, and have for a very long time.”

The force of his words hit you like a physical blow. Love? How did he claim to love you when he had not only never hinted at such feelings before but also dismissed Casey when he asked about it? You were confused and it was evident on your face with the way you looked at him, shell-shocked.

“You love me? But you told Casey that there was nothing going on between us and-”

You were quickly cut off by his hands on your face, pulling you in. The intensity of his lips against yours short-circuited your entire being. It took a moment for your brain to register what was happening, but soon you found yourself reciprocating his kiss.

While you and he had shared kisses in the past, this one was different. It wasn't hurried like your usual kisses but instead filled with a deep sense of passion, tender and slow, and brimming with love and adoration for one another.

He placed his hands gently on your waist, drawing you closer, deepening the kiss. You raised your arms, threading your fingers through his hair, feeling the slight tug as you did. It was as if your lips were pulled together by an irresistible force, making it difficult to part.

You wanted time to freeze in that beautiful moment so you could stay in it forever. You wished to remain embraced by him indefinitely. His touch was tender and affectionate, brimming with care. It felt as though both of you had shed all your worries and were completely immersed in the love surrounding you.

You tentatively ended the kiss and gazed into his eyes, which stemmed a love you had never felt from him before. For the first time, they didn't overwhelm you or make you feel small; instead, they enveloped you in a sense of comfort. And in that fleeting beat, his eyes spoke volumes even when his words remained silent.

“I love you too.” You said, sharing his sentiment, causing a grin to emit on both of your faces.

You felt like a teenager who was experiencing love for the first ever time; and you wouldn't want it any other way.

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eveninggstar · 4 months ago

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lando norris x fwb!reader

15.07.24

୨ৎAfter ending a previous relationship, you weren't looking for anything serious, preferring a casual fling if the opportunity arose. But Lando changes everything. Despite your intentions, you find yourselves acting more like a couple, leading to emotional confusion and misunderstandings. As you navigate the thin line between friends and lovers, your casual arrangement becomes increasingly complicated.

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slight mention of fem!receiving oral

The rhythmic hum of engines and the scent of burning rubber filled the air, signalling another typical day at the racetrack. For you, however, today was anything but typical. Standing by the paddock, you glanced around, searching for a familiar face. You werent a formula one fan, you had just been invited by a close friend. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Lando, his trademark grin lighting up his face as he chatted with his team.

You had met Lando through mutual friends a few months back, and what started as harmless flirting quickly turned into something more… casual. Neither of you was looking for anything serious, and the arrangement suited both of you perfectly. He was busy travelling the world for work, and you were getting over a recent break up and wanted a distraction for a while. It was fun, exciting, and free from the complications of a traditional relationship.

Lando caught your eye from across the paddock and flashed you a quick, knowing smile before returning his attention to the conversation. You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. The arrangement was simple: no strings attached, no expectations, no exclusivity, just pure enjoyment. And it was working—at least for now.

As the race weekend kicked off, you found yourself immersed in the excitement and chaos of it all. The roar of the cars speeding around the track, the cheers of the fans, the intense focus of the teams—it was a world you had quickly grown to love. And having Lando in that world made it all the more thrilling.

When the day's events finally wound down, you made your way to Lando's motorhome, where you had spent countless nights together. He opened the door with a welcoming grin, pulling you inside and into a quick, warm hug. "Hey, you," he said, his voice low and playful. "Missed me?" He placed a short kiss to your temple.

You laughed, shaking your head. "You saw me a few hours ago, Lando." Putting your hands onto his chest, thankfully he had changed since the race.

"Yeah, but it felt like forever," he replied, his tone teasing. He led you to the small but cozy seating area, then letting fatigue take over him as he laid on you and buried him face in your cleavage. "So, how was your day?" His muffled voice vibrated against your cool skin.

"Fun, I love watching you race." you said, taking a sip of your drink. "It's always exciting here."

Lando nodded, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he looked up and rested his chin on you. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I race better when you're here."

You both chatted for a while, discussing the day's events and sharing stories. It felt natural and easy, the way it always did with Lando.

You could hear Lando’s laughter through the door as you approached his apartment. Your heart felt heavy with the weight thinking that there had been another girl over, with the non-exclusive agreement you both had it seemed plausible. Taking a deep breath, you knocked, and moments later, Lando opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey, you,” he greeted, his voice filled with a warmth that made your resolve waver.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping inside. "Wanna hang out? I was shopping and thought I would drop by." You head echoed with the word 'liar'. You had been shopping, but you just wanted to see Lando.

Lando nodded, but before you could continue, he gestured to his phone. “I’m actually on the phone with Flo. Want to say hi?”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Uh, sure.” Seeing as you had never spoken to any of his family members before you were incredibly nervous.

He handed you the phone, and you hesitantly took it, pressing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey! It’s Flo,” came the familiar, cheerful voice. “How are you?”

You felt a rush of relief, grateful for the unexpected distraction. “Hi, Flo. I’m... I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m good,” she replied, her tone softening. “Lando talks about you no stop. So its nice to finally meet you, even if it isnt face to face.”

Your grip on the phone tightened, and you glanced at Lando, who was watching you with an encouraging smile. “Yeah, its nice to meet you. He's spoken about you before.”

Flo's voice was filled with excitement. “I, honestly, cant wait to meet you at some point. Maybe at a race?”

You hesitated, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Oh yeah, of course.” You looked up as Lando caught your hand to lead you to the sofa.

“Hey, I've got to go. Ill get Lando to send you my number. And don’t hesitate to call me if you need to talk.”

You handed the phone back to Lando, who took it with a grateful smile. “Thanks, Flo. Talk to you later.”

On another occasion you and Lando had decided to take a drive to steal a few moments of privacy. The sleek, powerful car purred beneath you as Lando navigated the winding roads, the two of you laughing and talking, enjoying each other's company without the watchful eyes of fans and team members.

Lando turned onto a secluded road, the trees arching overhead to create a canopy that filtered the dying light. He pulled over into a small clearing, switching off the engine and letting the silence envelop you both. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that always seemed to build between you when you were alone together.

Lando reached across the center console, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "Come here," he murmured, his voice low and inviting as he patted his lap.

After you maneuvered your way to Lando's lap, you leaned in and your lips meeting his in a slow, tantalizing kiss. It was a dance you had perfected over the months, each touch and caress familiar yet electrifying. As the kiss deepened, Lando's hands roamed over your body, igniting a fire that spread through you with every touch.

Without breaking the kiss, he guided you back to the passenger seat, his hands firm on your hips. The confined space of the car added an extra layer of intimacy, the closeness amplifying every sensation. You sat there anticipating his next move, your heart racing as Lando's lips travelled down your neck, his hands exploring every inch of you.

"Lando," you breathed, your voice a mixture of desire and urgency. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with need, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice husky and filled with anticipation.

You nodded, your breath hitching as his hands slid up your thighs. "Yes," you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes, please."

Lando's mouth found its way to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. As he moved closer, you gasped, your back arching against the seat. His hands gripped your hips, steadying you as he continued to explore, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony.

The world outside the car ceased to exist, the only reality the two of you and the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Every touch, every kiss, every bite, brought you closer to the edge, your mind a blur of sensation and emotion. You clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the wave of pleasure.

It was raw and real, a connection that went beyond the physical. As you cried out in ecstasy, your body trembling with release, you couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted between you.

Lando looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, something that mirrored your own conflicted emotions. He moved back up to kiss you, his lips gentle against yours as he whispered, "You okay?"

You nodded, your breath still coming in short gasps. "Yeah, I'm... I'm good."

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Good. Because that was... wow."

You laughed softly, the sound a release of tension and emotion. "Yeah, it was."

As you both sat there, the afterglow of the moment settling around you, the question lingered in your mind. Could something so intense, so intimate, really be considered casual? And if it wasn't, what did that mean for you and Lando?

You didn't have the answers, but as you looked into his eyes, you knew you wanted to find out.

Two weeks had passed since that intense evening in the car. The memories of that night had lingered, the question of whether what you and Lando had could still be considered casual haunting your thoughts. The dynamic between you hadn't changed outwardly—you still enjoyed each other's company, flirted, and reveled in the physical connection—but there was an undercurrent of something more, something neither of you had addressed.

You were sitting in your apartment, scrolling through your phone, when a message from Lando popped up.

The drive to Lando's parents house was filled with easy conversation and laughter, the familiar comfort of being with Lando wrapping around you like a warm blanket. As you pulled up to a charming house, nerves fluttered in your stomach. Lando parked the car and turned to you, his eyes filled with reassurance.

"Ready?" he asked, squeezing your hand.

"As I'll ever be," you replied, giving him a brave smile.

Lando's mum, Cisca, greeted you at the door with a warm smile and a hug that immediately put you at ease. She was gracious and welcoming, her enthusiasm for meeting you evident in every word and gesture. The afternoon passed in a blur of conversation, laughter, and delicious food. Cisca regaled you with stories of Lando's childhood, her pride in her son shining through every anecdote.

You found yourself enjoying the day more than you had anticipated, the easy camaraderie making you feel like you were part of something more than just a casual fling, something that you had wanted and pushed to Lando after the first night you shared together. As the sun began to set, you and Lando took a walk along the streets, the gentle sound of the nearby pubs providing a soothing and comedic backdrop.

"Your mum is amazing," you said, slipping your hand into his.

"She likes you," Lando replied, his smile softening his features. "I knew she would." He began to swing your arms.

"Lando," You spoke softly into the night, knowing your next words but had no plan on saying them.

"Yes?" He instantly replied, looking at you sharply like a puppy. You both stopped walking, the moonlight reflecting in both of your eyes.

"I know what you tell your friends." Panic struck through Lando's features, his cheeks turning a shade of red, and his eyes frantically looking anywhere but your eyes.

"I know you said 'no attachment', but-" He attempted to defend himself, yet you didn't hear him.

"And its fine." You smile a bittersweet smile. "Mine call me a loser since I'm just 'a girl you bang on the couch'." You quoted the words you friends claim to have heard in a club the night they met Lando when he was with friends.

"What?" Confusion struck Lando hard, he wanted to claim the absolute opposite, he was just showing off to his friends. But his mouth just bobbed open and closed like a goldfish.

"Do you mind driving me home?" You bittersweet smile remained as you dropped Lando's hand and looked up at him, blaming your slightly watery eyes on the brisk wind.

"No, no problem." Lando's tone of voice was an antithesis of the feeling and the excitement he held earlier.

Two weeks and you found yourself at another diner with Lando's parnets. It had started off well enough. You had dressed to impress, eager to make a good impression on his family (regardless if they knew the placement of yours and Lando's relationship). The restaurant was upscale, the kind of place where you felt the weight of every glance and gesture. Lando had been his usual charming self, but something had shifted when his parents asked about your relationship.

"We're just friends," Lando had said, his tone casual and dismissive. "Nothing intimate."

His words stung, cutting deeper than you had expected. You had managed a tight smile, playing along with the charade, but inside, you felt a rush of bitterness and hurt. To make matters worse, the private moment you and Lando had shared in the bathroom of his apartment earlier now felt like a cheap thrill, devoid of the connection you had been hoping for.

On the car ride home, the silence between you was thick with unspoken tension. Lando glanced at you, his brows furrowed in concern. "You've been quiet," he said, breaking the silence. "What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "Just tired," you replied, forcing a smile. "It's been a long day."

Lando reached over and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I noticed you seemed a bit off after dinner. Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind."

He sighed, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "I wish you'd talk to me. If something's bothering you, I want to know."

You turned to face him, the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "Lando, it's fine. Really. I just need some rest."

His eyes searched yours, looking for a crack in your facade. "Alright," he said softly, though his tone made it clear he wasn't entirely convinced.

As the car rolled to a stop outside your apartment, you felt a sense of relief mixed with the bitterness that had been festering since dinner. You needed space, time to process everything and figure out how to move forward.

"Thanks for the ride," you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

Lando leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

You nodded, managing a small smile. "Okay."

But as you walked up to your apartment, the weight of his words and the reality of your situation settled heavily on your shoulders. You knew you couldn't keep pretending everything was fine. Sooner or later, you would have to confront the truth—both with Lando and with yourself.

A month had passed since you had seen Lando, and silence had settled between you and Lando like an unwelcome guest. You had hoped for more, for the possibility of a real relationship, but the lack of communication had left you feeling uncertain and frustrated.

Unable to bear it any longer, you decided to confront him. You drove to his apartment, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and anticipation. When you arrived, you knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. A few moments later, Lando opened it, his expression a mixture of surprise and wariness.

"Hey," he said, stepping aside to let you in. He acted as if nothing was wrong or differnt between the two of you.

You walked past him, your movements tense and deliberate. "We need to talk," you said, your voice edged with the frustration that had been building up over the past weeks.

Lando closed the door and turned to face you, concern etched on his face. "What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. "It's hard being casual, Lando. When my favorite bra lives in your dresser. And it's hard being casual when I'm on the phone talking down your sister."

He opened his mouth to respond, but you continued, your voice gaining strength with each word. "I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space. I try to be the chill girl, but honestly, I'm not."

Lando's expression shifted from confusion to realization, his eyes softening with understanding. "I didn't know you felt this way," he said quietly.

His words angered you more than it should've. He sounded sincere but in your inner rage you shook your head, the bitterness in your chest bubbling to the surface. "I fucked you in the bathroom before we went to dinner, your parents at the table. You wonder why I'm bitter? Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it. I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't."

A flush of embarrassment and guilt spread across Lando's face, and he looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I hate that I let this drag on so long," you said, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "Now I hate myself. Hate that I let this drag on so long. You can go to hell."

You stood there, your heart sinking as Lando's frustration bubbled to the surface. His face twisted in a mix of disbelief and defensiveness, and you could see the hurt in his eyes as he struggled to make sense of your accusations.

"Are you serious?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. His shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Wait, what do you mean I bragged to my friends?"

Your own emotions were a whirlwind, but you held onto your resolve. "I heard it, Lando," you insisted, your voice trembling slightly. "Your friends were talking about us at the club. They said you bragged about us having sex."

Lando's expression hardened, his brows furrowing deeply as he tried to recall any instance where he might have slipped up. "Ask anyone, I've not bragged about our sex life because I was scared that it would ruin my chances in the future!"

"What do you mean 'chances in the future'?" Your confusion mirrored his frustration now, the situation escalating into a confrontation neither of you had expected.

Lando paced back and forth, his agitation evident in every movement. "I mean," he sighed heavily, stopping in his tracks and meeting your gaze with a mixture of regret and resignation, "this isn't how I wanted to tell you."

Your heart sank further, the weight of his words settling heavily on your shoulders. "Tell me what, Lando?"

Lando took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping as he met your gaze with a blend of vulnerability and regret. "I... I really like you," he began slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Love you even, god! I'm sorry I know you didn't want anything serious. Trust me I respect that, I just couldn't help myself."

The pieces began to click into place, understanding dawning on you as you processed his words. "Really?"

Lando nodded, his expression pained. "I know its selfish, I agreed to the conditions when you made them. Its just hard when you are the most caring, gorgeous, funny girl I've ever met."

Your initial anger softened into a feeling of agreement. "Lando, you should have told me," you said softly, your voice laced with sadness and sympathy. "I feel the same way. Did you not get that in the words I threw at you when I practically busted through the door?" You laughed, Lando joining in.

Silence hung heavy between you for a moment, the weight of unspoken words filling the room. Then, Lando took a step closer, closing the distance between you. "Can we... start over?" He asked quietly, searching his eyes for a sign of hope.

Your gaze softened, as a rapid smile grew on your face. "Only if you'll be my boyfriend."

Lando matched his grin to yours, his eyes filled with hope and love as he looked at you and only you. "Only if I can tell my parents that we're not just friends."

"Only if we're not casual."

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is it casual now? ೨ৎ e. x reader

𐙚˚ elliot x fem!reader. light angst. 1.4k words.

✦ it’s midnight, and the glow from the streetlights seeps through the blinds of elliot’s bedroom. you’re both sprawled out on his bed, your legs tangled together under the sheets.

his guitar rests in the corner, a reminder of the songs he played earlier—songs that always seemed to say more than his words ever did.

the room is quiet now, except for the occasional rustle of the sheets and the soft sounds of your breathing. you lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the unspoken thoughts pressing down on you.

elliot’s beside you, his arm draped lazily across his eyes, as if he’s trying to block out the world—or maybe just the things he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

you glance over at him, studying the familiar lines of his face, the way his hair falls messily across his forehead, the hint of a smirk that always seems to linger on his lips. it’s a face you’ve come to know so well, and yet, there’s always a part of him that feels just out of reach.

“elliot,” you say softly, breaking the silence.

he hums in response, not moving, but you know he’s listening.

“do you ever think about… us?” the question hangs in the air, vulnerable and loaded with all the emotions you’ve been trying to keep at bay.

elliot sighs, finally moving his arm to look at you. his expression is unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart ache. “what do you mean?”

you turn on your side to face him fully, propping yourself up on one elbow. “i mean… is this all we are? just… casual?”

he doesn’t answer right away, and that silence is all the confirmation you need. you feel a pang of disappointment, but you’ve come this far, and you need to hear him say it.

“i like what we have,” he finally says, his voice careful, as if he’s trying to find the right words. “it’s easy, you know? no pressure, no expectations… just us, having a good time.”

you bite your lip, trying to keep the frustration and sadness from spilling over. “but what if i want more? what if i need more than just… casual?”

elliot’s eyes flicker with something—regret, maybe, or guilt—but he doesn’t reach out for you. instead, he looks away, his fingers picking at a loose thread on the blanket. “i don’t know if i can give you that,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

the words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you feel the tears welling up despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. “why not?”

he shrugs, and there’s a sadness in his eyes now, a vulnerability that he rarely lets you see. “i guess i'm just… not good at that kind of thing. relationships, commitments… they scare me. i don’t want to hurt you.”

“but you already are,” you say, your voice trembling. “by not being honest with me, by keeping things… casual when you know i want more.”

elliot closes his eyes for a moment, as if the weight of your words is too much to bear. when he opens them again, they’re full of regret. “i'm sorry,” he says, and you can tell he means it, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

you sit up, pulling the sheets closer around you, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “i don’t think i can do this anymore, elliot. i can’t keep pretending that this is enough for me.”

he looks up at you, his expression pained. “i don’t want to lose you.”

“but you don’t want to keep me either,” you say softly, the realization cutting deep.

elliot doesn’t argue, and that’s how you know this is it. you nod, more to yourself than to him, as you slip out of bed and start gathering your things. the room feels colder now, the distance between you two growing with every second.

as you head for the door,elliot finally moves, sitting up in bed. “wait,” he says, his voice desperate, but you can’t look at him, not now.

“i need more than what you’re willing to give,” you say, your hand on the doorknob. “and i deserve that.”

with that, you leave, the door closing behind you with a finality that echoes in your chest. you walk out into the night, the cool air stinging your skin, but you keep going. it hurts, but you know this is what you need to do—for yourself.

as you leave elliot's place, the cool night air feels both refreshing and harsh against your skin. the ache in your chest is almost unbearable, but you keep walking, forcing yourself to focus on each step rather than the pain. you know you made the right decision, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

a few days pass, and you don’t hear from elliot. it’s agonizing, waiting for him to reach out, wondering if he’ll ever realize what he lost. you go about your days in a haze, trying to distract yourself with friends, work, anything that will keep your mind off him. but every time your phone buzzes, you can’t help but hope it’s him.

then, late one night, as you’re lying in bed, your phone lights up with a message. it's from elliot. your heart races as you open it, not sure what to expect.

“i can't stop thinking about u,” the message reads. “i know i messed up. can we talk?”

you stare at the screen, torn between hope and fear. you want to believe he’s ready to give you more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again. after a long moment, you decide to meet with him. if nothing else, you need closure.

the next evening, you meet at a small diner, one of the few places open late. elliot is already there when you arrive, sitting in a corner booth. he looks nervous, fidgeting with his cup, and the sight of him tugs at your heartstrings.

you slide into the seat across from him, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. the silence between you is heavy, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that have been building up for days.

finally, elliot breaks the silence. “i’m sorry,” he says, his voice soft but earnest. “i was scared of losing you, so i thought keeping things casual would protect me from that. but all it did was push you away.”

you look at him, searching his eyes for the truth. “i can’t keep doing this, elliot. i need more than what you giving me.”

“i know,” he says, his gaze meeting yours. “and i want to try. i don’t want to lose you, and if that means facing my fears and trying to be the person you need, then i'll do it. i care about you more than i realized, and it took almost losing you to see that.”

his words are sincere, and for the first time, you see the vulnerability he’s been hiding behind his usual laid back demeanor. he’s scared, but he’s trying. and that means something.

you take a deep breath, letting his words sink in. “i need you to be honest with me, elliot. i need to know that you’re willing to give this a real chance.”

he reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “i am. i want to be with you, not just casually, but really with you. i’m not perfect, and i know i’ll probably mess up sometimes, but i’m willing to try. i don’t want to lose you.”

the sincerity in his voice and the way he’s looking at you make your heart swell. you can see that he’s scared, but he’s also willing to face those fears for you. and that’s all you needed to hear.

you squeeze his hand, a small smile playing on your lips. “okay,” you say softly. “let’s try.”

elliot smiles, a genuine, relieved smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “thank you,” he says, his voice full of emotion. “i won’t let you down.”

as you sit there, holding hands across the table, you feel a sense of hope that you haven’t felt in a long time. It won’t be easy, but you’re both willing to give it a real shot. and for the first time, that feels like enough.

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