#clement novalak angst

[httpiastri]

author's note: this is extremely self-indulgent and based on a boy i used to like (i've been over him for like two months already. i promise), who loves drinking. we went out together a few weeks ago (with our other friend, it wasn't a date) and oh how bad i felt for holding him back when he and i sat in the far corner of the bar alone. my mind started spinning, and i ended up with this. possibly a follow-up to this other blurb i wrote on this topic.

and with that, i just want to say happy birthday to two of my favorite people, clement and @lovelytsunoda. i hope you've had a lovely birthday so far darling! the day may be over where i am but it isn't for you (right?) and i hope it ends just how you want it.💗 (and obvs i was thinking abt you and our chats abt booksmart reader x partylover clem when writing this sooooo this is dedicated to you, my dear)

"opposites attract."

you grew up hearing the words, like an overplayed pop song on the radio, the most frequently used trope in romance movies. the nerd and the jock, the american with the brit, the dreamer and the realist; coming from two different worlds seemed like the best recipe for true love.

you never really believed in it fully, however. you couldn't understand how it would actually work in reality. wasn't it just something they say, that differences in people help even out and complement each other?

but then, you met clement, and it suddenly made sense.

you'd never before met someone so different yet so perfect for you. while he's all uptempo and impulsivity, you're serenity and thoughtfulness. when you first met him at that party one day, you'd half expected someone so free and careless to find you uninteresting. but he found himself drawn to you, unable not to fall for your unexpected wits and peacefulness. over the weeks that followed, you got to know how similar you were – but also how your differences in lifestyles affected your relationship.

to you, weekends are sanctuaries, sacred hours carved for stillness and recovery. to clement, weekends are an open invitation to laughter and neon-drenched nights. your perfect saturday consists of a good book or movie, wrapped in blankets on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate; clement's perfect saturday includes a symphony of footsteps and dj mixes, a kaleidoscope of noise and strobe lights that never seems to stop.

he's not really an alcoholic, and you're not a complete sober; he just enjoys drinking and partying in a way you likely won't ever be able to wrap your mind around. you just don't see the fun in it. how could fleeting lights and crowded rooms ever compete with nights of laughter woven into stories or the gentle comfort of a shared silence?

your friends, ever the overprotective guardians of your poor heart, had been skeptical when clement stepped into the picture. they knew how your laidback lifestyle would clash with the party animal inside of him. they said that there would be thousands of flirty strangers out there willing to lure him into going home with them instead. they explained to you that a guy like him wasn't looking for a relationship like the one you want. but you assured them that it would work.

you trusted him.

you trusted him with a certainty that felt almost reckless, as if your heart knew before your mind could even begin to argue. he had always sent you updates throughout the night; you had not once heard a single story about him crossing a line on a night out (even his female friends confirmed the fact and swore on girl code that they would tell you if anything happened); and he had always come home at the time he had promised, with a big, goofy smile on his lips and stories of his adventures.

when you first started dating him, you had tried to follow his rhythm and step into his world. however, you soon realized how you were holding him back. while you enjoyed sitting in the corner of the bar, sipping on your drink and discussing book plots, clement had a need to mingle, dance, charm. if it was possible to befriend and impress every single person in every room, clement would see it as his personal mission every night out.

it all just makes you cherish the times that he does stay home and cuddle with you, just like he treasures the times that he gets to bring you along with him out into town.

there's also a very specific upside to it all; drunk clement is adorable. you're reminded of it at this exact moment, actually. he has just stumbled into your shared apartment after an evening with james and marcus, not completely surprised to find you under the covers of the bed, some random christmas movie playing on the computer next to you. his tired eyes crinkle in the corners with his grin as he analyzes your pajamas – a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies – and he tosses his jacket toward a chair in the corner of the room before making his way over to you. he doesn't waste any time falling into your embrace, his nose tracing the soft arc of your neck, sighing contently when your nails graze against his scalp.

"mmm, missed you," he mumbles against you, beard scratching your skin whenever he moves. "so much."

you can't hold back from laughing, despite how you know he doesn't approve of you laughing at him when he's drunk. "we saw each other like five hours ago..."

"doesn't mean i can't miss you anyway." the pout is clear in his tone, and he presses a quick kiss to your jaw before removing his face from you. "did you have a good night?"

you nod, one of your hands reaching up to push his fringe back. "you and james behaved?"

"macus kept us in check."

"of course he did."

clement feels a strong urge to kiss you, and he can't deny himself the satisfaction. you stay there for a while, lips locked and hearts intertwined. when he pulls away, he flops down next to you, eyes droopy and cheeks flushed. "i want skin care," he whispers.

"i think you're too tired."

"i think you could do it for me."

"i think you always complain when i do it and you can't help out."

"i think i'm scared to admit that i just want your love and affection. and touch."

"i can touch and love you even without skincare if you want."

he stops, thoughts swirling at race car speed and yet snail pace. he shuts his eyes, sighing, nodding. "all the time?"

"every second, every day."

the answer drags out a satisfactory hum from him. "i will love you until forever." he chuckles at himself. "is that even a thing i can say?"

"you said it and it was perfect. now come here..."

and drunk clement will cuddle into your side forever, slow breaths tangling with yours and fingertips brushing against your skin. and there's no place he'd rather be – no club, no bar, no party – even if he's scared to admit it.

[i-wish-this-was-me]

Favorite fics part.4

4. Pierre Gasly:

Twelve factures (fluff)

Something full (+CL) (Smut)

Love yourself (+CL) (smut)

Riding shotgun (+CL) Part.1; Part.2 (smut)

Buzzing date (smut)

Paris (smut)

Keeping count (smut)

Cocoa (fluff at start, smut at end)

Mafia!Pierre kidnapping the reader then falling in love with her (fluff)

These hugs of yours (fluff)

Tell a soul (fluff)

Velvet bomb (fluff, kinda angst end)

Babysitting (fluff)

French civil war (fluff)

16. Jenson Button:

No such thing as I can't (+SV) (smut)

Reader reading spicy books (smut)

Jenson is your boss (smut)

Something devoured (smut)

Innocent mind (smut)

Something wagered (+SV) (smut)

Darling (smut)

Morning rush (suggestive)

Sugar daddy (fluff)

Be your wingman (fluff)

Ugly Christmas sweater (fluff)

Mafia!Jenson (fluff?)

Just one date (fluff)

Pain meds (fluff)

Clothes (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

17. Toto Wolff:

Something desired (smut)

Sleeping on his back (fluff)

18. Mark Webber:

Swimming (smut)

Something reunited (+SV) (smut)

Christmas music (fluff)

19. Fernando Alonso

Something spoiled (smut)

Your pick (smut)

What a memorable N.Y.E (+GR) (smut)

After you (smut)

Reader getting jealous (suggestive)

Drunk calls (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

20. Yuki Tsunoda:

God knows I'm tired (fluff)

21. Logan Sargeant:

954. (smut)

Sandy Christmas (smut)

I need you (smut)

Punishment (smut)

Summer in the 305 (fluff)

My one and only (fluff)

From the garage to the hotel (fluff)

Viva las Vegas (fluff)

Beautiful (fluff)

Not alone (fluff)

Cuddles (fluff)

It's just platonic (fluff)

Mr all american (fluff)

Baby, is cold outside (fluff)

Back and forth (fluff)

Flowers (fluff)

Married? He's like 12 (fluff)

When I look at you (fluff)

22. Liam Lawson:

And they were roommates (smut)

Him teasing reader (smut)

You drive me insane (smut and other stuff)

The man with the hex (fluff, suggestive)

Tickle attack (fluff)

Reader playing with his hair (fluff)

Good, now sleep (fluff)

Too late (fluff)

23. Clement Novalak:

Brother's best friend (suggestive)

Devil in disguise (fluff)

24. Paul Aron:

Only one bed (fluff)

Crash into me (fluff)

Sweet 20 (fluff)

MASTERLIST

[the-offside-rule]

Clement Novalak (Trident) - Goodnight Darling

Requested: by my bestieeee

Prompt: angsty confrontation cause he parties too much and neglects his girly who's studying at Uni so she wants to talk about it but he makes it a fight so she leaves for the weekend or smthng and then like someone talks sense into him and he comes back and apologizes and loads of fluff, she's not really into partying but Clem loves her for that or smthng

Warnings: angst

Another night, another call from one of Clement's friends. That's how her night's were taken up over the past few months. Y/n would be studying and not even 30 minutes into it, she would have to pick her boyfriend up because he drank too much. Well, she had a plan to stop it, once and for all...or at least limit it. On this particular night, Y/n pushed open the door to her boyfriends apartment and let him in, ushering him towards the living room. "Yeah, be careful of the-" clash. "Coffee table." Y/n sighed as the magazines and coasters cascaded to the floor. "Babe?" Y/n said, as Clem plopped onto the couch and lazily kicked off his shoes. "Clem, cam we talk?" She asked. "We are talking, darling. Don't be stupid." He laughed. Y/n gave a lighthearted laugh in return, not entirely enjoying how he was talking to her. "Clem, we need to talk about something." He looked up at her, his eyes barely even open. "You look serious." He joked yet again. "Clement, it's about going out." She said, folding her arms. "It's great, isn't it?" She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Actually, not really." She mumbled back. "Well not when you don't go out. You need to go out to enjoy it." He lay back in the couch and looked as though he was ready to sleep. "Clem, please don't go out as often. I can't take care of you and study for my exams." She said. "Oh so you're saying I need to be babysat?" His eyes were open, he was serious now. "No, Clem, you just need to not go out as often. That's all. I can't come to pick you up when I have both work and college to keep up with."

"Oh sorry for being the bane of your existence. A burden even." He replied in a snarky tone. "Excuse me?" Her eyebrows furrowed as a sense of fury washed over her. "You heard. I'm not a parrot, I won't repeat it." He said, grabbing his phone and beginning to type away on it. "Clem, are you not listening to me?" He shook his head. "Why are you making it so difficult to talk to you? I just asked if you could not go out so often."

"Why are you being difficult? I am young, Im not tied down by college stuff so I'm indulging. You should try it. Maybe then you wouldn't be such a crazy, self obsessed cow." Y/n's jaw dropped. "Oh, I'm self obsessed? How about you? A podcast, where you are the most interesting person after the microphone and where your two friends could do it better without you there? Or maybe just this whole conversation. 'I want to go out' and 'I don't care'. Have you even thought about what I want, Clem? Even once the past month even?" He stood up and walked to her, standing looking down ever so slightly. "What I do with my life and what you do with yours, do not coincide. We leave it." He said. "But we're together. We're meant to have our lives coincide." She whispered. "I'm going to bed." Y/n let out a shakey breath and wiped her eyes. "Fine. Just fuck off to bed then."

"If I walk out this door, I'm gone for good." Y/n stood at the door and listened, begging for a sound that even sounded like 'stay', yet nothing. "Fine!" She shouted and slammed the door, leaving his apartment and walking back to her car. Fuck...him.

A week later, nothing had changed. Clem went to the bar as usual and Yn stayed at her apartment studying. Clem sat at the bar doing shots with Marcus by his side, impressed but also concerned at the amount of alcohol his friend was consuming. "Mate, slow down. I'm not calling Y/n in an hour to explain why she needs to pick you up." Marcus chuckled as Clem sat downing his drinks one after the other. "You won't have to. I'm a single man now." He grinned and drank another drink quickly. "You what?" Marcus was in disbelief. "Yeah. She left me and I didn't stop her. It's her life, you know?" Marcus shook his head. "Clem, do you realize how stupid you are?" Clem looked to his friend confused. "She was there when you had nothing and now you just let her go?" Clem leaned on the bar and turned to Marcus. "She wanted to leave, so I let her leave. If I didn't, I'd look bad."

"Did you at least fight for her?" He asked. "She said to say something or she'd leave so I went to bed." Marcus slapped the back of his head. "What was that for?!"

"Get a taxi and go apologise! Jesus. The only nice girl you ever had and you treat her like that." Marcus drank his own drink and left his side. Clem sighed and looked at the bar with a sense of emptiness inside him. He wiped his mouth and walked out to the street to hail a cab. The ride to her apartment was a blur, eith slurred conversation with the taxi driver. He didn't didn't know what he was going to say, only that he was going to say sorry.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asked as she opened the door. Clem snapped back to reality and there he stood just staring at her through the doorway. "It's nearly two o clock in the morning, say something." Clem leaned against the door frame and took in her features that he hadn't seen in what felt like years. "I just needed to see you." He replied. "Well you've seen me. Go away now." Y/n said shutting the door, only for him to stop it with his foot. "I want to apologise." He said quietly. "So?" She said. "So I very sorry. This won't happen again. Me coming home drunk and you having to pick me up won't happen again. I promise." He said, liquor and whiskey trailing off his words. She rolled her eyes, but appreciated his attempt at an apology at least. "I need you. You don't like going out and I need that. I like that you don't like to go out. It means I always have a safe place to go to."

"Look, if you come back tomorrow morning we can go get breakfast and you can't continue your apology then." She smiled. "When you've sobered up." Clem nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Definitely. I'll come by tomorrow and pick you up." He said joyfully. "Clem, you're going to wake my neighbours. You need to be a bit quieter." She whispered. "I- okay. I'll go get a good night sleep, I'll have a shower, I'll even shave-"

"No, I like the beard." She chuckled. "I'll keep the beard then, darling." He said. "I love you." He whispered. Y/n took a breath in and smiled softly. "I love you too." She replied. He hesitantly reached for the side of her cheek and pulled her in. "I- should we- its up to you." He stuttered. Y/n closed the gap between them, their tongues mixing alcohol and caffeine. They broke their kiss, their foreheads leaning against one another and staring into eachothers eyes. "Tomorrow. 10 am." She said. "I'll be outside waiting for you." Neither of them wanted him to leave. She wanted him to come inside with her and sleep in eachothers arms, but that couldn't happen, just like how it couldn't happen when they first met. "Goodnight, Clem." She said, embracing him tightly.

"Goodnight, darling."

[magnummagnussen]

★ magnummagnussen's masterlist ★

updated: 10/29/2024

fluff = ☼

angst = ☁

smut = ☾

edits = △

my favourites = ✰

taylor swift series = 🧣

one direction series = 💫 coming soon!

current formula one drivers

alex albon

charles leclerc

dating charles leclerc △

george russell

dating george russell △

dating george russell would include (headcanons) ☼ ☾

george russell - the eras tour △✰

kevin magnussen

dating kevin magnussen △

kevin magnussen - the eras tour △✰

sex with kevin magnussen would include (headcanons) ☾

lance stroll

dating lance stroll △

dating lance stroll would include (headcanons) ☼

my tears ricochet 🧣 ☁ ✰

lando norris

dating lando norris △

logan sargeant

dating logan sargeant △

oscar piastri

dating oscar piastri △

oscar piastri - the eras tour △✰

pierre gasly

dating pierre gasly △

reserve drivers

mick schumacher

dating mick schumacher △

former drivers

daniel ricciardo

dating daniel ricciardo △

nicholas latifi

dating nicholas latifi △

nyck de vries

dating nyck de vries △

sebastian vettel

dating sebastian vettel △

other

dating yuki tsunoda △

dating lewis hamilton △

lewis hamilton - the eras tour △

dating carlos sainz △

clement novalak - the eras tour △

drivers i write for: alex albon, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, george russell, kevin magnussen, lance stroll, lando norris, mick schumacher, nicholas latifi, nyck de vries, oscar piastri, pierre gasly, and sebastian vettel

feel free to send in any requests :)

[marcos-scorpion]

hello hello my lovelies,, i have returned. with the help of my lovely housemate and fellow fanfic author,, she’s motivated me to acc finish my clement novalak angst, despite barely knowing who he is lmaoo. anywho, should be out in a couple days !! also,, pls request, mostly motorsports, but also obx, six of crows, horror/slashers and honestly most stuff you can think of !!!

xoxo,

mothie

[csainzsgirly]

going to race with dennis and being introduced to all of his friends for the first time 🫣🫣 maybe like fluff / slight angst bc you’re nervous they won’t like you 😩 i’m literally a simp for dennis rn

Ahw he’d be so cute tho

“There’s nothing for you to worry about, baby. They’re all eager to meet you,” Dennis says as he kisses your cheek, your fingers lacing through his when you enter the paddock. “I know, but I’m still a bit nervous,” you reply, your other hand briefly running over Dennis’ arm. He smiles at you, knowing it was going to be fine. Dennis greets some people he recognizes across the paddock, and it doesn’t take long until you bump into Marcus Armstrong. “Hey, you took someone for once,” the F2-driver says.

“Hi,” you smile at him, feeling Dennis’ hand moving to your lower back as he pulls you closer. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Dennis says. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Marcus says. “Likewise, Marcus,” you reply, causing the boys to laugh. Soon after, you meet Clement Novalak and Arthur Leclerc, the latter also had his girlfriend on his arm. Eventually, you felt comfortable, but also because Dennis gladly eased you through it. After you met his team, he guided you around and showed you his drivers’ room, his car. He made pictures of you in his car, and you loved everything about the day, but what you loved the most was watching him race and kiss him in parc ferme before he goes to the podium to collect the trophy he won for you.

[httpiastri]

devil in disguise – cn21

clement got into a fight.

genre: angsty??

pairing: female reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: mentions of blood, alcohol, fighting. basically describing an anxiety/panic attack so stay away if that might trigger you!

requested?: no

author's note: two pieces of writing in one day? who am i??? 😵 jk jk, this has just been sitting in my drafts for so long (since halloween-) and i just got tired of not posting it, so i just wrote an ending and here we are. welp. not super happy with this one, esp not the end, and im not sure how accurately i described the panic/anxiety (like. i just experience, i don't remember it after it happens. 😐), but i hope u enjoy!!

f2/f3 masterlist

"i can't believe you, clem."

the anger is still bubbling inside of you, yet your actions tell a different story. you've got one of his hands in yours, pressing an ice pack against the back of it gently to hopefully stop some of the swelling and bleeding.

"hey, baby-"

"no, don't you 'baby' me right now. bloody hell, what were you thinking?!"

to say that clement's halloween party had been a failure would be an understatement. you aren't exactly an avid party-goer, most often preferring to stay at home with a good book or a favorite show playing on the tv. in fact, you couldn't even recall when you last attended a party before this one. but, knowing that you're a big fan of halloween, clement invited you to his theme party. your boyfriend had promised to stay by your side and make sure you were comfortable, knowing how you sometimes get intimidated by large crowds, and it all went smoothly for most of the night. until it didn't anymore.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, there was a hand on your waist – one you assumed belonged to your boyfriend – and you leaned into his touch. the next, the hand was ripped off you and you spun around to see what was going on. and then, all you could see was clement's fist flying towards the stranger's face.

silence washed over the apartment momentarily, only to soon be shattered as screams and the thuds of fists against skin consumed the room.

but to you, it all went quiet. it felt like the world slowed down, and you were stuck watching as your boyfriend punched some dude you'd never seen before. you couldn't move, frozen in place as more people started getting involved, pulling the two apart or throwing punches of their own.

you felt yet another hand land on your shoulder, but this time it belonged to marcus. he pulled you back, away from the commotion, tucking your face into his chest to hide you from the ongoing fight. your lungs felt tight, your vision growing blurry.

the crowd scattered moments later, everyone but clement's closest friends leaving hurriedly. marcus guided you to the bedroom, ensuring that you weren't panicking completely before going out again to help out.

your relationship with clement is still relatively new, and you're both experimenting to find your dynamics and get to know each other. you know that you have a lot to learn about him – you just never thought that this was what was hiding behind his cheerful exterior.

clement's apartment is completely empty by now, with scattered plastic cups filling the floor and the pop music turned off. you make it out of his room once you know the coast is clear, tiptoeing into the living room to find him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. his knuckles are still bleeding, just like a few bruises on his face.

"i wasn't thinking, i guess," he mumbles, eyes strictly focused down on his lap. he leans back slightly against the couch cushions. "i know you're too innocent for these kinds of things... i shouldn't have told you to come here in the first place."

you shake your head lightly, removing the ice pack and instead reaching for the box of wound cleansing wipes you'd gotten from his bathroom. "it's my own fault for asking if i could come."

clement smiles as he looks at you. he's come to learn how soft-spoken, shy, and timid you are; how you have a way of calming those around you. it's one of the many things making him fall for you. he's never been with anyone like you before, and it's different in such a refreshing way. "don't be sorry," he hums. "you had no idea what was going to happen."

"does this happen often?" you ask, beginning to rub a wipe against the bruises on his knuckles. "do you get into a lot of fights at parties?"

he pauses for a moment. "well... stuff like this does happen at times." he sighs. "i know it's bad, but... sometimes, you can't control it. i'm just sorry you got caught in the middle of it." your wipe is quickly filled up with dried blood and other dirt, and when you bend over to the couch table to put it away, clement's free hand reaches your hip. his gaze is on you when you lean back, his hand giving you a quick squeeze as a slight grin makes its way onto his lips. "do you find it attractive?" he raises his eyebrows teasingly. "having a guy who knows how to throw a punch?"

"honestly?" your eyes meet his for a quick moment before you stare at his wounded hand again. your voice is lower than before when you start speaking again. "you're... it's a bit... scary..."

clement is shocked. he hasn't realized the effect this has on you – surely, he understands that you could be afraid of a fight, but being scared of him? it breaks his heart. the novelty of your relationship makes him a bit unsure of how to act around you, but he's worked so hard to build up your trust and to make you feel comfortable around him. to have it all be broken down in just one night makes his heart drop.

"oh, love..." he says. "you have nothing to fear. you mean too much to me," his hand moves from your hip to your cheek. "and i would never ever lay a finger on you."

you can't find it in yourself to look at him or say anything, but you manage to nod your head and take a breath before you start cleaning his hand again. he leans forward to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, your skin heating up where his lips had touched you. he smiles at you – until he looks down at your hands again.

"hey, you're shaking." a frown reaches his face, eyes flickering up and down between your hands and your face.

"oh, i am?" you ask, trying to focus on continuing to wipe his knuckles so you don't have to think too much about your feelings and the reality of the situation. "i didn't realize..."

"darling, you need to relax. it's been a long night." his hands wrap around yours, thumbs grazing over the skin of the back of your hands. "you don't need to clean my hands, i'll be fine."

"but-"

"no buts. i'm sorry for..." he stops for a moment, eyes studying you closely. "hey hey hey, you need to breathe properly. take a deep breath."

you hear his words, but you can't do what he tells you to do. your throat feels like it's closing up and your breaths get shorter as your head grows dizzy. it's all a downward spiral; your anxiety increases when you can't breathe, and breathing gets even more challenging as you get more stressed.

clement almost panics himself when he sees your state, but he must stay calm for you at this moment. he places a hand right below your collarbone while you shut your eyes. "big breaths, lift my hand," he says, voice low and tone soothing. his other hand reaches for the back of your neck, tilting your head back slightly to free your airways.

you concentrate on his touch, your short breaths through your nose only making your chest rise slightly. his thumb strokes the side of your neck as he breathes with you, demonstrating and guiding you in the hope you'll copy him.

"good girl," he whispers. his hand lifts and lowers with your breaths, quickly at first but the speed decreases as you calm down bit for bit. "you're doing so good. just a little more now..."

your thoughts are still clouded with anxiety but as more oxygen enters your system, your body relaxes a little. you focus on your breathing as clement's hand leaves your chest and moves down to your side again, moving up and down your ribs. the tears have been rolling down your cheeks for a while, though you haven't noticed until now, and the coldness of the tears brings you back to reality somehow, and you realize;

you're crying in front of clement for the first time ever.

you feel so exposed, naked, vulnerable. sobs begin to escape past your lips once you lean forward to hide your face in the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. "hey, it's okay," he starts. "everything is going to be okay. i'm here."

he presses a soft peck to your temple as a hand strokes the back of your head. your hair is still bundled up in your fancy hairdo but the halo headband you'd worn for the party is removed, the rest of your cute little white outfit covered up by the oversized hoodie you'd picked up from clement's bedroom floor. his devil's horns, ironic, are a bit crooked but still clipped to his locks.

"sweets, what happened here?" he asks, shuffling around to pull you onto his lap so that it's easier for you to hug him.

your head is still buried in his skin, his mild scent soothing as you sniffle. "i- i-" you groan at the way you aren't able to get any proper words out, the frustration blending with the panic and mixing into one big soup of despair. "i don't know-"

he rubs up and down your back, sighing. "okay, we don't need to talk about this right now. but," clement leans back slightly, taking your face into his hands and tilting your head up towards his. "if my fighting affects you like this, i'll stop it." his eyes are staring straight into your soul, and it feels like he's trying to prove that he really means his words. "you're the most important thing for me right now, i'm not going to lose you over something like this."

clement is shocked by not only his own words, but also his feelings. the two of you haven't been a couple for a long time, and yet, his heart aches at the mere thought of you ever feeling this bad again. he knows he can't let this happen again.

"i promise you that. okay?"

you nod, unable to get any words out, but it's more than enough for clement. he gives your forehead a kiss, and one on your nose, and one on both of your cheeks. then, he makes sure to press a quick one to your mouth so it doesn't feel jealous.

"how about this," he starts and you raise your eyebrows. "i go make us some tea, we drink it, and then we go get some sleep. how does that sound?"

"perfect."

he picks you up and puts you down on the sofa, tucking you in with a blanket before giving you one last peck and disappearing into the kitchen. you can hear his soft humming of a song you'd danced to earlier today, and you relax into the soft cushions.

clement's awareness of his actions, along with his promise to get better, makes a sense of calm wash over you; you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out alright after all.

[httpiastri]

sleeping patterns – cn34

nights filled with endless crying and screaming take a toll on clement's confidence.

genre: fluff, slight comfort/angst ig

pairing: young dad!clem x young mom!reader

warnings: none

author’s note: aaaaaaaaaaa im so soft for clem and ive had such an insane baby fever recently. i miss him sm :(( he would be such a good dad, i just know it

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the big, red numbers of your electric clock on the bedside table tell you it's only 3am, a frustrated huff passing through your lips when your eyes slowly open. it takes a while for you to realize what's waking you up – but then it makes so much sense.

the soft cries on the other side of the baby monitor sting like a knife in your heart, and you're fully awake in a matter of seconds. you're just about to push yourself up to a sitting position when the bed dips next to you. after turning around, you find your boyfriend already jumping out of bed. "i'll get her."

"are you sure?" you ask, voice creaky after several hours of not speaking.

clement nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "go back to sleep," he hums, and just like that, he has waddled through the door to your nursery.

the sad truth is that your little one hasn't been progressing with her sleep as much as she should. she had a period of almost sleeping through the nights about a month ago, but then you were hit with the four-month regression. she's almost five months old now, and still, you have issues with sudden wakeups in the middle of the night. as much as you adore every second you get to spend with her, you just wish you could get one full night of sleep sometime.

you know you won't be able to fall asleep until clement is back, you never can. but it's not because you're worried; in fact, there's not a single piece of concern on your mind over it. you know that he has mastered the cradling-cooing-bouncing sequence by now. and sure enough, your daughter's cries grow lighter and lighter, until the only sound that can be heard from the monitor is the ones of soft steps and hushed whispers.

but something feels off. even when the apartment is completely silent, clement doesn't come back to bed.

it's very strange. he fell asleep once in the rocking chair in the nursery, but complained about his back aching for a week afterwards and promised that he would never put himself through that again.

the moonlight peeking through the poorly shut blinds in the nursery casts a shadow across clement's profile when you step inside. despite how dark it is, you can see every little toy on the floor and every detail of the little race car-themed mobile that dangles above the crib clearly. you're way too used to being in here at night.

clement has put your daughter back down into her crib by now, and his hands are wrapped around the railing as he leans over it, looking down at her. he doesn't react when you come closer, and he doesn't move a muscle even when you place your hand on his shoulder. it's easy to understand that something is bothering him.

"what's on your mind?"

he turns to you and lets out a tiny exhale, as if it was a struggle for him to snap himself out of his thoughts. he shakes his head. "it's nothing."

"tell me," you press, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze.

"well, i…" he squeezes his eyes shut. "i'm kind of freaking out. it's been over four months, and… i still haven't adjusted."

"honey," you start, your hand moving to the back of his neck. "where is this coming from? so suddenly?"

"i don't know," he says with a sigh. "you've seen me lately, i've barely been able to fall asleep at all."

he opens his eyes again and gazes down into the crib, eyes softening once they land on the little bundle of love resting so peacefully. he follows the way her chest rises with her breaths, her slightly pouting lips, her tiny fists that are wrapped around her blankie.

"it feels like i'm the only one who's struggling. you're such a natural, you're doing so much better with her, while i just feel… hopeless."

you don't want to interrupt him – clement doesn't often speak about his deeper feelings, so now that he's finally going, you don't wish to stop his flow – but you have to say something. "i think you're doing really well."

"you actually think so?" he asks. though his gaze doesn't move an inch, he can still see you nodding in the corner of his eye. he takes a deep breath. "i've heard people say that new fathers go through things… that it takes time, that it takes patience- and i've tried to be patient, i really have. but…"

he finally looks at you, and his heart breaks slightly at the sight of your uneasy expression, the tension in your eyebrows and your worried eyes. he hates being the one to make you feel like this.

"i just can't get rid of this constant anxiety. it feels like i'm always stressing over something. over you, over her, over everything."

you relate to every word he says. being this young, you feel like you're stumbling through darkness most of the time, not knowing what to do. it's frankly a guessing game, with mostly correct guesses mixed with some bad ones, since neither of you have any prior parenting experiences. even though he may not see it or know it, you're going through the same things as him.

no one had expected for you to get pregnant at this age, and no one – not even the two of you – had expected for you and clement to actually keep the baby. and sometimes, way more often than you'd thought before, your youth and inexperience has been catching up with you.

it's hard, but at least you have each other.

you step closer, draping your arms around his shoulders in an instant. "it's alright," you whisper into the skin of his neck, your nose filling with that scent that's just so him, and you finally relax a bit. his hands find your waist, fingers caressing your sides through the flimsy material of your nightgown. "it's okay to feel like this. i do, too. i think… all new parents must feel it." you give his neck a soft kiss. "but they all get through it, don't they? and so will we."

he stays silent for a while before he nods slowly. "it's all just so… intimidating. i don't want to mess anything up."

"and you won't." you pull away slightly to look into his eyes. "i trust you fully, and-"

you're interrupted mid-sentence, the sound of your daughter stirring in her crib taking clement's attention away from you as he glances towards her. you see his adam's apple bob as she begins to whine, her fists clenching and face scrunching up. "should- can i take her?" he asks tentatively, hands trembling slightly on your sides.

you nod not even a second later, stepping out of his embrace to give him no excuse to hold back. "go for it."

clement had bought every parenting guidebook he could find, and read every website with tips for new parents on the entire internet – and yet, nothing had prepared him for this nervousness that he's experiencing so often. he knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing all the way, but he hadn't expected to feel this uncertain in everything he does. even in the way that he picks his daughter out of her crib, he feels anxious that he's doing something wrong.

however, the second she feels her father's presence, it's far from the story that his anxiety has been making up for him. she lets out one last soft cry before, as if out of habit, nuzzling her face into his skin.

while clement has been struggling this whole time, you can't help but notice that she settles easily into his arms. like she belongs there; like she knows that he'll take care of her.

because he always does.

"see?" you say, letting a finger run along the curve of her cheek as you smile down at her. "that's not so bad, is it? you're doing so well."

considering all the difficulties he's faced, hearing these kind words of appreciation from you gives him comfort in a way that few other feelings can compare to. his gaze is still glued to your daughter, the precious little baby that is his entire world. well, half of his world – the other half is standing right next to him. "i love her, you know," he says softly. "even if she doesn't know it yet, i do. so much."

"i think she knows," you answer, watching as your boyfriend cradles her against his bare chest. he has loved the skin-on-skin contact since day one, and you're sure she does, too; her gentle babbling is always a sure sign that she's completely content. you can't hold back from smiling. "and she loves you just as much."

"sometimes i just can't believe that she's ours. that we made her." his eyes meet yours, nothing but pure love in them. "isn't it strange?"

"strange that we've done something good for once?"

he answers your tease by sticking out his tongue, nudging your shoulder with his, though gently enough to not bother the little one in his arms.

"come on, let's go back to bed," you say, leaning in to press your lips gently to the back of her head. "one night of co-sleeping can't be the entire world, can it?"

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[marcos-scorpion]

hihi! so sorry, but that clement novalak x reader angst i said would be up in a few hours like a week ago, will actually be up within eight hours this time !! also, clem’s top spotify song being maneater by nelly furtado has also inspired me to write something (more angst) so that should be up soon too !!!

xoxo, moth