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goldsbitch · 2 days ago

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That one night stranded

There is good sex...and then there is good sex. And when you know and love someone, it's very easy to tell when they fall into an anxiety trap and try to fuck it out.

Lando is determined to have good sex only for the rest of his life.

Or - Lando and Y/N get stranded in between flights. accidental 7k epilogue p.2 to That one Christmas flight, but can be read as a stand-alone

warning: angst, shit family, smut, p in v, oral, minors DNI, typos, couple therapists, please leave, i'm not ready for your judgement

There were two very different text message chains happening in the hotel lobby, where the young couple stood, waiting for the receptionist who was coding they key card.

Lando's phone was bursting up with family photos, taken the day before. Lots of smiley faces, tables overflowing with food and pictures blurred up, because the person taking the photo was most likely laughing too hard to stay still. And even better - most of the messages were words of praise his family had for his no-so-new girlfriend. He knew well enough his family was proud of him nevertheless. Somehow, bringing home someone who fit in right easily, laughed at the same jokes and earned a sincere approval, filled up a hole he had no idea was present in his heart.

This one night they'd "earned" by the delayed flight felt like a reward. They'd done great together. Alone time was a rare luxury, especially when it was unexpected and not planned out for weeks. He glanced over to her, glued to her phone in a similar way that he was. Only difference being the furrowed brows.

The other text chain was Y/N and her mother. Right when the reality sank in - the fact that no plane would be able to fly to Japan with these weather conditions - her heart did too. She'd somehow hoped it would be different. That her mother would save the snarky comments. Yet she found a way to make this all seem like Y/N's fault.

You should have taken an earlier flight.

She knew it was irrational. But yes, if they had opted for the earlier flight, they'd be in the air by now. Funny, how only parents know the exact formula to make one’s brain switch off the rational part. It was the hidden undertone in the text messages. Her mom would usually save those for phone calls. The last thing Y/N wanted to do at the moment. You're too reckless. Not organized enough. Being late is your fault. Bad planning. Do you even care about seeing me? I took a day off from work to spend time with you. Are you sure about bringing the racer boy over here?

Guilt filled up her stomach and her eyes were glued to the phone, hoping for more letters to appear. Something along the lines like "have a safe flight". Or "I'm looking forward to finally meeting Lando". Words she knew would never appear. She felt her boyfriend's arm embrace her as he exchanged few final words with the receptionist. The specific info got lost on her, but the tone spoke on it's own. Even a stranger could pick up on his unmasked joy and comfort. He didn't mind they were stranded for few hours. She wished for that kind of peace of mind. His family had been incredibly lovely to her. Accepted her the way she was and gave her enough space to express herself. She was ready for "double checking" or some sort of acceptance tests. Expected to have to prove herself to them more. None of that came. Part of her was secretly infuriated by that. There was no way in hell Lando would get the same treatment. Y/N wished she could provide that comfort for him too. It resembled the same feeling she had when he came to her apartment for the first time and she forgot to put away all the mugs overflowing the nightstand. Like something that was her responsibility to fix, clean up before he even knew this was a thing.

"Look at me, honey," he said in the elevator, his finger pulling her chin up. His eyes scanned her with a look she grew to love. Pure, unfiltered adoration. "Feels like we got gifted a night only for ourselves. I can't think of anything better to receive." She smiled as best as she could, trying to get on his level of ease. But one thought sat in her brain, unwilling to make space for anything else. Today's bliss for tomorrow's misery.

"You're right, as always," she replied, trying to convince herself maybe more than him. The kiss she gave him afterwards was to divert his attention from looking at her, because she knew from experience, he'd soon see right through her.

"Have you texted your mom that we'll be late?" he asked, unaware of her bubbling anxiety.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, trying to dismiss the situation.

Who cares that mom thinks he's just a reckless celebrity. Would an immature asshole who "can't possibly care about me in the longterm" be say things like that? It was pure fire running through her veins. Maybe it really was a gift, these few hours they got extra. The reality was that even if they'd arrived on time, fresh and dressed up as a cookie cutter loved up couple, her mom would still find something wrong to drill about later. Screw that. Last few moments of solitude.

She was standing in a hotel room bathroom, looking into the mirror, trying to calm herself down.

This worked perfectly into Lando's favor, him still being completely high on the good Christmas vibes. The minute she excused herself, he got on the phone with the hotel concierge and offered to throw any amount of money at them if they'd manage to follow up on his impromptu request. By some miracle, the trail with cold champagne, strawberries and few roses arrived before she returned from the bathroom. When his lovely girlfriend entered the room again, he greeted her with a dramatic spin, rose in one, a tall glass in the other hand. His interpretation of an angelic smile plastered on his face. The plan of catching her off guard worked. She stood there for a moment, taking the scenery in.

"Lando..." she said, speechless enough to muster anything more.

He winked at her and stepped closer. "It is technically our anniversary..." he said, like an open invitation.

Y/N stared at the loved up guy standing in front of her. Mother's voice still ringing in her head. All composure she managed to gain by staring at herself in the mirror gone in a second. How can anyone, ever and anywhere think that Lando, her Lando, is anything but a perfect boyfriend. How can her mother feed her with words like reckless, immature, wild and careless...without ever even meeting him in person. Her phone dinged with the sound a text message and she just knew it was her mom again. She didn't even bother looking at the notification.

"You're perfect, you know that?" she blurbed slowly. Once again, as if more to herself than to him.

His smile grew wider. "I try my best," he noted with a tone that could only be described as playful.

"Many people forget anniversaries..."

"To be fair, it is easier if it's pinned to annoyingly recognized holiday..." he joked and handed her the glass. "Do not ask me when we actually got together, because I don't think there is enough champagne around here for me to apologize for not knowing that date."

She smirked and accepted the glass.

"You did kind of just admit that yourself, you know..."

"I know, but, you didn't ask, so it doesn't count."

He knew her well enough to know that she was about to ask exactly that just to tease him, so interrupted her before she had a chance to even breathe in.

"Toast! To us! To the best outcome a desperate secret meeting at Honda could ever have!"

Giving up on teasing him, she clinked her glass with his. "To the Christmas champagne tradition."

He leaned in and kissed her before tasting the champagne. If it weren't for the symbolic gesture, he'd order anything else. Champagne had a weird undertone of podiums and that was something he hated to get reminded of during off season. But that was not something he needed to tell her.

She gulped the whole glass, happy have something to take the edge off.

"How bizarre, we managed to make it here," she remarked, courage building up.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, honey."

That's it. He was being the ultimate boyfriend, while she was there, barely participating. No more of that. She grabbed the glass from his hands and downed the liquid he barely touched anyway. Surprised Lando only raised his eyebrows and watched her put both of their glasses away.

"Bed. Now," she ordered him, changing the tone of the conversation.

Fascination overruled Lando's facial expression and he obeyed, without a single word. Usually, he was the more dominant one in their sex life. He couldn't help himself, forever horny teenager. But, sometimes, out of nowhere, she whipped up her bossy side. He often fantasized about that when he was alone, racing around the world.

She waited for him to absentmindedly kick his shoes to the corner only to sit at the edge of the bed. Shook her head and nodded toward the pillow. He obeyed and pushed himself further to the back. His eyes were literally inviting her, encouraging her to continue.

With full determination, she took her shirt off, following by swiftly removing her bra. Then she climbed over to him, never breaking eye contact.

Lando wanted to say something, anything, but he was worried that would somehow break the spell. He followed her every move, tuning in. They had spent few days in the family circus and they were about to enter another one. It's been the longest they'd gotten without sex while being in the same timezone. Even though he was not demanding or expecting anything, he was craving it like a starved man.

She wanted to feel hot. Determined to prove that she is a good girlfriend. Swung her leg over his, practically sitting on him. Their lips crashed together in a messy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Lando sighed when she parted them. But she was on a mission now. Knowing well enough Lando was a boobs man, she pulled his face towards her nipple and he didn't think twice about what to do next. She watched him suck and pure physical relief washed over her. All will be well soon.

She grabbed him over his jeans, pleased to find that he was already getting hard. Abandoning the kiss, she moved over to gain access to his crotch. Locked eyes with him while opening his zipper, almost violently.

"Take this off," she ordered and boy, did he do as he was told.

The air was heavy with anticipation on both parties.

With thick determination, she knelt over and took him into her mouth. He grew in her instantly, reaching full erection almost immediately.

Wasting no time, she started to move, up and down and suck him off. One hand called over to help at the bottom of his shaft, the other used as a support for her to lean on. She quickly got lost in the rhythm and continued, almost like someone dead set on completing a task. She had to prove herself. He was a great boyfriend and she needed to be the best girl he had. Because tomorrow, only ugly judgemental looks from her mother would await. No warm family welcome, this bliss they lived in for the past few days would be long gone. She could almost see it already happening, Lando desperately trying to impress her mother and her just dismissing him, because she had already made up her mind about him.

But he was perfect and Y/N was head-over-heels in love. With her eyes closed, she kept on moving, barely reaching for breath, ignoring the growing pain in her back, because the pit of despair growing in her stomach was louder anyway. It was all worth it for making her lover happy. Because who knows how it will all look tomorrow. If she could back down from the trip, she would. Her mom does not deserve to criticize someone so perfect like Lando.

Out of nowhere, felt his hand reaching over to her shoulder, somewhat bringing her back to Earth.

"Y/N," he moaned, with an unusual undertone. She took it as a sign to speed up her movements.

"Stop," he continued instantly. She froze, not quite sure what had happened.

"Ok, ugh," he pulled away unwillingly. "I can't believe I'm about to interrupt...Whatever amazing thing is happening right now."

She swallowed her own saliva. Got up a bit, slightly mortified. Why did he stop her. What has she done wrong? He never complained before? That's it - this connected with the treatment her mother had prepared instead of Christmas dinner would be the final straw ending their lovey-dovey period. Her thoughts were tripping one over another, making up an incoherent mess.

Once again, he pulled up his finger and arched her chin up.

"Is everything alright?"

Silence followed. He gave her a questioning, puzzled look.

"I thought you liked my blow jobs," she said with a stern look stripped of any emotion.

"Believe me, I do," he said with a heavy sigh. He couldn't believe himself, never expected himself to pause a perfect blow. "But something feels off about you."

She failed. She failed at going with Lando's flow and ruined what was suppose to be a nice romantic holiday evening. Giving up, she threw herself on her back, lying 90 degrees next to him, eyes glued to the ceiling. If they hadn't been so comfortable with each other, she'd feel very small, lying there like that, him with his dick out and her topless.

Lando had hoped his intuition was wrong. But sadly, he recognized the signs correctly. Without knowing this emotion had pained her ever since the plane got delayed, he felt his own anxiety pile up. Only years of mental preparation for his overly demanding job had helped him to avoid jumping into conclusions too quickly. Even though, deep down, he was terrified that her sudden mood change was due to the fact she didn't love him anymore. It was always the first thing he thought about, no matter how much he tried to work on it. But - years of mental training - he was going to cash that in.

He watched her, hoping she'd look back at him. When she didn't, he reached his fingertips towards hers. Her own hand responded instantly and their fingers tangled together.

"What happened...Did I do something wrong?" he opened with, reaching for any clues.

She kept her stare up the ceiling and chuckled. How cute it was, finding him so unaware.

"No. Lando, you're amazing. Annoyingly so, lately."

He took that as an invitation and shifted his body over so that they shared the same angle and joined her at the "staring at the ceiling" activity.

"I hope that is not the problem - I have hard time not being like that," he joked, hoping it would diffuse the tension a bit. The Lando she met a year ago would probably run away in a situation like this. Or maybe even ignored the obvious distress of his sex partner and let he blow him to his release. But not the Lando of today.

Her lips curled into a small smile.

"Oh, if only all of us were like you," she couldn't help but comment sarcastically.

"You know that you're more than perfect to me, right?" There was no lightness to be detected in his tone. She shifted, a wave of uncomfortableness washing her over.

I may be, but not my family.

"Yes, but I need you to know...I need you to understand, that I truly love you and I am totally mesmerized by you. To me, you are perfect. Even when you irritate me to heavens," she admited, making sure to highlight the words of praise. Scared that if she didn't build enough foundation today, there will be nothing to stand on once the challenge comes tomorrow. She'd tried to warm him about the meeting, but it always seemed to go through his ears.

It was like she was speaking in riddles. "Why do you need me to understand that now?" he asked, eyes now fully glued at his girlfriend, searching for some clues.

She felt his eyes on her and out of nowhere felt very naked. "Because...." ...Words were hard.

"Go on, I'm not backing away from this," Lando insisted, trying to get them both on the same page.

A loud sigh. "We had such a great time with your family..."

It was like she was speaking in a language he was not yet fluent in. "Don't divert the conversation," he hissed, eyes on her like she was some sort of target.

"I'm not!" she gasped, almost offended.

Lando was still not following. "My family is basically in love with you, I have messages if you need proof."

"Yeah. And that's the problem," Y/N smirked bitterly.

He leaned closer to her. "I think we should look up a definition of the word problem..." he joked.

She was still burning holes in the ceiling with her look. "We missed the flight. It's another bullet to my mother’s gun." Stupid, stupid mistake.

"Who is she planning on shooting?" Lando asked softly.

"Us, I'm afraid." She finally met his look and the only emotion he was able to read in her eyes was concern.

If this relationship had taught Lando anything, it was that the hard way is sometimes the only way. So, he finally allowed himself to ask the one thing that had been on his mind for a while now. "Does she not like me?"

Deep down he was suspecting this might be one of the reasons why his girlfriend is acting sketchy. He just hoped it was something more trivial. "She's never met you," she whispered, as if she was defending him for something he hadn't yet committed. So far, there had been only one moment when her mom Facetimed her when he was right next to her. One greeting, awkward wave and a smile that was not reciprocated. He made up some excuse to leave them alone promptly after that, feeling like he was intruding on a private conversation.

"I wondered when you were going to tell me that," he remarked, ready to go full on. He was just now allowing the thought that his lover's parent might have been feeding her bitter doubts for some time now enter his brain.

The obvious change of Lando's expression made her stomach turn, kind of like drinking milk that's gone off does. But, they'd vowed to be fully honest with each other after their first big fight. Deep breath. "She um...It's not like you can say she is exactly on board with all of this,“ she gestured between them.

And there it was. The confirmation he feared. He did his best to remain as calm as possible. "Don't worry, I figured, you sort of hinted at that few times before. And I'm planning on charming the hell out of her. After all, you do share genes. Some of my tricks gotta work on her." It was more of a plea, lacking his general playful confidence. When she studied his look, it reminded her of the times when he was hiding his real emotions in front of hungry reporters.

He told her once he wanted her to be blunt, rather than deceptive in difficult times. The words started to leave her mouth without much of a filter. "But, what if it does not work. She has this habit of making her mind up before I have any chance to affect it."

Somehow, the fact she voiced it, made it easier for him to react. "Honey, don't take this the wrong way. But, I only care about your opinion. It would be great to have your mom on our side...However, I'd like to believe it's not the base of our relationship."

"No, it's not," she said quickly, silently hoping it was going to be enough for them to survive this challenge.

"So, tell me. What does she think about me?" he asked, suddenly craving to know it all.

She bit her lip. "Lando, don't make me say things like that."

Wow. That bad. "I'm used to getting hate from thousands of people who don't know me. I can cope. The more specifics I know, the better I can prepare...Come on, spill it," he countered, trying to convince her that he can handle it. However, it wasn't like he himself was completely sure of that. Her face was expressionless and he nodded to confirm it nonverbally.

"She thinks you're reckless," she spoke slowly, skipping few heartbeats. She was used to being on the other side, praising Lando when he doubted himself. This place, where she found herself at, was not one she liked.

He analysed it for a moment. "Well, I do get into a car every week to purposefully drive it as fast as possible, so I can she from which angle she might be coming from. Nothing new."

"You're a party boy," she shot back faster than she could think.

And he shot right back at her. "You're a party girl, but I assume your mom has no idea, huh."

"No...," she admitted. For some reason, this calmed her down a bit. She finally took another breath.

"What else," Lando's stared at her, following his internal feeling they hadn't arrived to the end yet.

No point in holding back now, she figured. There was a weird ball of tension in her chest, almost asking daring her to push him to the limit. "She googled you. A lot. And she made sure to tell me names of all your model exes. Then proceeded to tell me I look nothing like that," Y/N deadpanned.

Lando knew this was probably the one thing that stung her the most. But, the thought of someone she held so dearly voicing it her was making him extremely angry. "That's just fucked up-"

She continued, before he had any chance to react more.

"And, she thinks you'll affect my school. That the lifestyle around you is shallow and only attracts bonehead people."

Now, this was finally getting to Lando. Of course, he could not let Y/N know that, not in this moment.

"Do you think that too?" he asked, because he craved to know the truth. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when the world around felt silent and his mind had time to roam freely, he found himself thinking about this. He never really studied and was never going to. His life was based on different approach. He loved it. But that didn't stop him from feeling a bit inferior from time to time.

He expected anything, but a laugh. For a moment he figured she was mocking him. Only once she reached to touch his face he realized just how still and stiff he became throuout out their conversation.

"I think it's shallow and bonehead to assume that. I've met some amazing people in your team, smart people who have dedicated their lives into the sport I'd grown to love while watching get so passionate about it."

There was an unspoken question hanging in the air. Lando dared not to say it outloud.

"And, no. I don't think you deserve to be called any of those words. Only when you're looking in the mirror, because that smug face deserves to be punched one day."

He chuckled. It would take him few moment to truly let her words sink in. "You didn't seem to think that one time in Abu Dhabi." That time when he fucked over a bathroom sink and made sure that she watched them the whole time. Lando watched with joy as her face started getting some color again. He couldn't fight his urge to get closer to his partner, break the tension even further. So, he rolled over to bury his nose in her neck. It was almost automatic at this point. None of his previous girlfriends were this understanding of his overly touchy needs. Words were important, but they grew more on meaning when he could feel her skin, explore her light shiver, watch how her body reacted. When he felt her pushing towards his touch, he swung his arm over her, with the notion of providing some heat to her naked chest.

A more comfortable silence fell upon the hotel room. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Lando was taking in all of the newly found information. It was a heavy burden, not because of the substance, but because it was coming from someone Y/N held dearly. It was hard not to feel a little injustice of it all. But more than that, he was grateful that she was able to avoid internalizing all of that what was fed to her from her mom. He approached all of this as he would any strategy meeting before a difficult race. Find the strengths, capitalize on them and try to minimize the advantage "the opponent" might have. But truth be told, he'd rather not have to have this sort of competition.

"Thank you," he whispered into the crease of her neck. "Thank you for not giving into it all." He hoped, prayed, that was he as saying was true. It was not just about her mom. It was the press, some of the overbearing fans and anyone who dared to challenge them without having any real insight in their relationship. "I know it must be really hard and not exactly what you might have signed up for."

What did I sign up for?

She reached over to embrace him, mindlessly drawing circles on his back. The pit inside her stomach was growing smaller. Without really intending to, signed up for a partnership, exciting love affair that got out of hand. Anyone who came before him was redundant. He outshined everyone.

"I’m pretty sure I must have bribed faith in my past life to have you thrown in my life."

"Aren’t you my little smart poetic girl," he murmured approvingly and started to cover her skin with kisses. Few moments flew by. "We could order some food, put on the show you like and drift away. How does that sound?"

She understood his intention. It had been a long day and another one was coming. Her emotions were clashing from one end to another and as much as she tried to hide it all, Lando was proving to be hard to fool. And no - she did not want to chill in. Burning all of it out sounded more fun. To be held for a moment, stuck in the timelessness only lightheaded orgasm created.

He was still trailing her neck with small pecks, arm locking her in. The untamed curls almost tickling like small feathers. Everything was heightened, as if his skin was loudly calling her in. His words of initiating a calm wind down not matching his action.

"Please, no more of this PG fun. It’s been days."

He stopped all of his movements. "Well then, pray tell, what do you have on mind?"

The next words flew out of her mouth before she could filter them. "Are you in the mood to fuck me?"

"Am I in the mood to fuck you," he repeated, in his signature sarcasm dripping style. He was having trouble processing how his sexual partner could ever arrive to this question. Unsure whether to address her clumsy dirty talk first instead of the absurdity of the question, he arrived at a simple "Charming…". Of course he was in the mood. Always, anytime and quite literally anywhere.

"Well it's just, it's been quite a tense talk..." she hinted back carefully. To her surprise, his face went into smirk mode.

"I will ask you the same thing next time you're hyperventilating about school and you come in begging for stress release," he jested, once again making her eyebrows shooting up.

"I am never begging," she defended, unwilling to give into his narrative.

And then he shot back, with his signature you-don’t-have-any-chance-to-resist look. "I said what I said."

Blood ran boiling in her veins. If oil had been in such abundance as his audacity, the world would be able to run cars freely for centuries. "Tell me one example of me begging for sex with you."

Lando turned his head slowly. Oh. Oh, it was on.

Very quickly she realized her own mistake. She ran into that one like a fool. "No, Lando, don't-"

"You know, it has been indeed quite a long day, I think I'm gonna hop in the shower and get a healthy dose of beauty sleep," he declared dramatically, sat up and removed his t-shirt. She rolled her eyes as high as humanly possible. No way would follow through with this premise. "Fine, Lando. I’ll be here, munching on strawberries, naked and horny, all by myself," she tried to tease and leaned over to grab one of the bright red fruits from the trail. Eyes locked in with him as she shamelessly sucked on it. There was a glitch and a twinkle in his look. Almost got her thinking she had this one in the bag. He stepped closer, noses almost touching as he whispered: "Have fun, honey," gave her a little peck on the cheeks while having the nerve to grab her exposed breast. His tone was teasing, daring her to dare a little more. It was annoying in a typical Lando fashion.

"Lando, you gotta be kidding me right now," she sighed, impatience getting the better of her.

"Few magic words and you get exactly what you want from your reckless racer fuck boy,“ he mocked everyone who ever doubted them. "Oh, sorry, forgot to add, very good at taking your edge off. Am I right?"

His presence was more intoxicating than usual. As if he radiated some hormones making her feral. All the complicated emotions leaving the conversation one by one. Nothing but the two of them left in the room. His hot breath on her cheek, fingers circling over her nipple and his body heat reminding her of each time she wrapped her arms around him as he pushed into her.

"Yes, that you are," she responded mindlessly and searched for his lips with her own. He allowed her a small peck, like a chef would at a tasting menu. Enough to hook, but not enough to fill up. And with that thought in mind he broke their kiss. "Come on, say it. I want to hear it."

Few moments of silence, her breathing heavy and his almost undetectable. Two ego’s fighting a battle so pointless it was almost amusing. She couldn’t just give in like that, no matter how dizzy her head was getting.

"Fine by me, honey. Your choice," he danced away, letting her hanging. There was something infuriating about how nonchalantly and elegantly he smiled, knowing well enough her was winning this battle. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as to prevent herself from watching his tone back.

This. This was her Lando. Always pushing her into a direction she had no idea she wanted or needed to go. Never the same thing twice, somehow, he always dug up something new.

She sat on the bed, dumbfounded, playful anger replacing all the anxiety she had felt just moments ago. Was this his plan all along, or did he just have a natural talent at steering her mood into a place where she’d happily go and give into anything he’d suggest her to do?

He was grinning all the way coming to the shower. It was a statement, a game and something to ease the tension. Once the water started, he’d allowed himself do a light check-in with his own feelings. It wasn’t easy to hear all those things. In fact, some of them hit a little close to home. Lando made sure to separate what he had heard from Y/N as a person. She wasn’t the author of these thoughts. Someone else was. A person who he had not yet even met. There wasn’t a single cell in him that would doubt that everything she stared had been said by her mother at some point.

He closed his eyes and aimed his face directly under the shower head. Images of him and Y/N all coupled up at his family house started to come in, like a set of developed photos. So natural, calming and most of all - honest. Comfort memories he knew he’d be reaching for once the new season and it’s challenges catch up, when the distance and loneliness hit. But at that moment, there she was, right next door and probably still a bit fired up by his uncharacteristic postponing of sex. His hand slid over to his crotch, squeezing himself casually and switching up the mental images to less family-friendly moments. He was sort of expecting her to come and join him in the shower. But no, of course not. Not when he set her up like that. They were all too similar for their own good.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, towel purposefully hanging dangerously low, he couldn’t stop himself from simpering. Once he got a look at her, sitting under the covers, phone in her hand and too stingy to pass him more than two looks. But, she did come for the second one and that betrayed her, aiming directly to where his tower barely covered his waist.

To prove his point, he shuffled his wet hair, sudden movement making her glance once again. It felt really addictive to know he was the centre of her attention, despite how much she tried to hide it.

Smugness and water dripping from him, he landed shamelessly on the bed, towel giving up on trying to participate. Her reaction was to frown, making her pet peeve of people getting into the bed wet known, once again. Something Lando became aware very early on. He used this information only when the situation required it. No words were said, as he leaned over her, making sure to leave some remaining water drops on her, and grabbed a moisturizer.

Then he proceeded to slowly plump it and rub it on his body. The unreasonably loud sounds of him doing that were cutting the silence of the room like a knife.

His partner sitting next to him hummed quietly. "Whatever this is, it’s not working."

He replied, elegant as ever. "I don’t know what you’re insinuating." He pretended to be as focused on his activity, the same way as he did when doing PR bullshit. "Ah, honey. Would you be so kind and help me reach to my back?" Lando asked overly nicely. Y/N watched him, almost admiring just how bad his acting skills were and how he proceeded with his act without any remorse. He was reaching over to his back, unable to do so, and making it look like the biggest tragedy human kind has ever experienced. And with puppy eyes, he decided to go for a low blow.

"Please, baby," he said in a tone so insincere it wouldn’t fool a child. This was yet another provocation.

"You know it irks me when you’re wet in the bed."

He let out a chuckle. She was so bad at keeping herself in check. It was adorable. She just sat there, pretending to be scrolling Instagram, little lines around her eyes forming from how tense her eyebrows frowned. "I do. And we seriously have to get your accidental innuendos under control. Can’t have you walking in public saying these things." He wiggled the moisturizer in front of her face.

Finally, she snapped. "You are the most annoying and immature guy I’ve ever met. You’re impossible." Lando looked at her, like one would at an angry puppy that’s trying to jump a little too high.

"One would almost say a miracle, huh."

Once again, he shook his bottle of moisturizer. Having had enough, she snatched it from his hands and put it back on the nightstand. "It’s a miracle I haven’t killed you yet."

Without missing a beat, he shot back. "And how will we celebrate?"

She let out a sigh so loud the people in the next room must have heard it. Sitting there, not knowing what do with her hands anymore. He wished they were pulling his hair.

"Are you seriously gonna make me say it."

He simply nodded, arching himself up. If her mind had been clouded before, it was now full on can't-see-further-than-my-nose type of situation.

He leaned over even closer, getting up all over in her personal space. As if that was even a thing anymore.

Somehow, for some reason he would have yet unpack, his heart was beating like crazy. Say it.

Accepting that he won what ever this was, she gulped and finally whispered. "Please."

He gave her a questioning look, as if he didn’t hear her. "Hm? Sorry?"

Still debating whether she should smack him or not, she repeated herself. "Please."

"What, do you want me to put the cream on you too? Hydration is important for the skin,“ he teased, enjoying himself immensely.

"Lando."

"Y/N."

If he were to be completely honest, he was extremely proud of himself to withholding this long. Also, not sure how longer he could go on, given the fact his erection has entered the chat.

To make it more complicated, she sat up and put her mouth almost onto his. He could smell her aroused energy. Almost taste her on his mouth. And that as even before she licked his lips lightly with her tongue.

"Say it," he mumbled, unable to make it not sound like a plea.

It was different than what they’d usually do. Many couples dabbled in talking during sex, they never really did. Then something hit her. Like a secret wavelength he was sending her way. Maybe he needed her to talk today. So, finally, she broke in.

"Lando, please, fuck me.“

All those times, he waited for the five red lights to go out only for him to smash the pedal, paid off. Like opening windows in a stale room, he let the fresh air in. Ripped the duvet covering her off, he grabbed her legs to pull her into a laying down position, not even giving her time to gasp. His moves were quick and oh-so-sure of himself.

"Tell me what you need, love,“ he ordered, while he traced the line of her neck with his tongue.

He wasn’t certain if she was finding the idea of talking as hot as he did. But he sure as hell hoped. It wasn’t like he needed any guidance at that point. Had every inch of her body mapped out already. But he longed to hear it from her mouth. Towering over her, he nibbled on her neck, one hand running through her hair and the other squeezing her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

He noticed she stopped her breathing and locked him with her arms, holding on for dear life.

"You, I need you, Lando,“ she let out, suddenly all uncertain and shy. It was the vulnerability in her tone that got him. He moved his lips a little lower, so that he could leave a mark on her collarbone, without fearing she’d regret it tomorrow.

His body was moving on its own. Brushing on her upper thigh, opening her legs up and positioning himself between her. All the blood left his brain.

"I want you to touch me. I want to walk with marks made from you in public, a secret only you will know.“

He was only now realizing how good of a fuel this was for him. Lightheaded, he folded her legs and pushed them to her stomach, making as small as possible. So that she would be completely in his control.

To grand her wished, he left one mark just below he collarbone and moved to leave a second one on her breast. She let out a heavy breath.

"Lando, please. I need you inside.“

He was almost getting too dizzy not to comply immediately. His erection throbbing into her leg.

Then, out of nowhere, he flipped them both.

"Get over me, baby,“ he hummed and positioned himself on his back. She gave him a questioning look and knelt above his dick.

But he shook his head and grabbed her hips once again. "Up here.“

His hungry look must have encouraged her, so she moved until he stopped her, ending up directly above his mouth. "Sit down.“

His statement was followed by his strong hands literally pushing her down on his mouth.

Eyes finally locked again, he smirked for the last time, before he buried his mouth in her.

Lando wished he knew what he looked like from her perspective. Squished between her, licking and sucking, letting her move in the exact way how she wished. He felt her legs tense up with each move his tongue made. This all got even more intense when he squeezed her nipple between his fingers.

He twirled his tongue through her folds, circled around the clit, which had her melt.

"More,“ she demanded and positioned herself so that he could only access.

Saliva and her juices were mixing in his mouth, the smell of her arousal hitting his nose and making him high.

He upped his pace and went for the moves he already knew from the past would work. Watching her crumble, barely being able to keep herself up, to the point where she had to balance herself against the wall, was probably becoming his definition of heaven. His tongue moved in a fixed rhythm, exploring every possible place she had to offer.

"Lando..." she moaned, completely lost due to the moves his tongue was making.

He felt the urge to stop and take a breath, because judging by the slight movements of her thighs, she was getting close.

And only moments later, her first release came. Wetter than ever, she held on dearly and with one high pitched sigh, she collapsed almost completely. He had to stop her from crushing his face.

"Sorry," she let out mindlessly, unable to give him more reaction.

Amused, he helped her back down and rolled her over on her back.

Wasting no time, Lando pushed two fingers in her immediately, not giving her any time to calm down or rest.

Wondering in which dimension he managed to send her off to, he watched, as she squeezed her eyes shut with every little twist her made. As her moans target to get intense again, he shut her off with a kiss. His tongue matching the movements of his fingers. He waited patiently, before he felt like she was getting lost in the same haze as bare minutes ago, only to remove his fingers and stop kissing her out of a sudden.

Confusion and mild anger washed over her.

"What-"

"I can’t hear you, baby," he teased and hovered his wet fingers above her mouth. "What was it that you wanted from me? Must have slipped my mind."

The look of pure desperation she gave him was the hottest shit he’d ever seen.

"Lando…"

"Let’s made a deal, sunshine," he proclaimed and slowly shoved his wet fingers into her mouth. Like the good girl she was, she sucked on them without hesitation. „I’ll stop anything we’re doing, the moment you shut up. Ok?“

They were so close to each other with every possible body part. But it was not enough. It would never be enough. She nodded and he pulled his fingers out, slowly.

"Deal, Norris."

A lightning shot through his body and nearly split him in half. She never used his last name before, ever. Why was that, out of all the things, doing it for him. She must have picked up on his momentary relapse and gained more confidence with that. "Stop fucking around, I want you inside. Now.“

He was already almost touching her entrance with his dick. Eye locked, he reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Please,“ she said, loud and proud, making it sound like a demand.

When he finally pushed into her, it was like anything else stopped existing. He belonged there and nothing else mattered.

"Oh my God, yes,“ she whined, keeping up at her promise. "This is the best shit ever.“

Lando’s autopilot kicked in as the last braincell was truly gone. He started to move in a steady beat, finding it incredibly hard to keep himself from literally pounding into her immediately.

„Faster,“ she encouraged as she held his shoulder with her other hand, to help her find balance.

Lando was lost, in the best way possible. In her body, in his mind, in the fact that having sex was something completely different when you absolutely adored the person you’d be lying on top of. The built up energy finally finding its release, after days of dancing around. With each thrust, he lost touch with reality more. Only pure pleasure and reminiscence of her voice finding their way in.

"Oh, God, baby." "Yes." "I need you." "It’s only you." "Shit, you’re so good."

Lando figured a long time ago that, for the lack of better comparison, their bodies must have been made for each other. Different shapes fitting perfectly into each other. They shared their sense of rhythm. It was never too short or too long. She scratched the itch before he got the chance to mention he had one. Lando felt almost sad for anyone who did not get to experience that.

Somehow, their sex got better every time.

He missed when she came for the second time, as he was too lost in his own release. His thrusts got more uneven, his body completely arched and then finally - like the slap in the face, pure bliss washed over him. He felt it in what seemed like every muscle, every strain of hair and in every inch of his lower stomach, spreading like nice hot drink in the middle of winter. All was good. There were no problems, only good things. She was perfect.

He had a hard time recalling what were the exact words they’d share right after he came. The haze started to clear few moments after, when he found himself next to her, puddle of his cum in the middle of her stomach, noses touching each other and light kisses being left like little presents.

As the heavy breaths grew lighter, he returned back to Earth.

"All good, baby?“ he asked, the sweetness in his tone coming naturally. Searched for any sign of discomfort in her face. He had hoped that she got exactly the kind of release she deserved.

And many signs pointed towards that. The smile of her disbelief, red flushed face, sensitive skin that reacted to each light touch as if it was a strong grip.

"I, um. Yes. More than good. Thank you.“ Most people would barely understand with they way she mumbled.

He chuckled. "You don’t have to thank me, ever.“

"I was taught that after every please comes a thank you, so pick you battle. All or nothing," she shot back, teasing as ever.

He didn't have to think much before replying. "Well, all of that then.“

She nudged him with her nose. "You seemed to enjoy me begging. Though begging might be a strong word. I would never do that."

Even though she said it in a light tone, he knew it was intended seriously. "Maybe I just really needed to hear it today. That you want me. Need me.“

"What I love about this all is that we need each other. Both for different reasons, but that just makes it work even more.“

There was comfort in her answer. A realization, an answer to a question they never asked before.

"I’ll be there for you tomorrow. We’ll crush it, as a team.“

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creamecafe · 23 hours ago

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I haven’t seen many fics about player 333 yet (Myunggi) 😔 Could you do maybe an enemies to lover type story with him!!!

Wicked Game | Myung-Gi Pt. 1

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're stuck in the squid games fighting for your life. It also doesn't help that you are stuck with a wanna be rich scammer fraud.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Myung-Gi x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: enemies to lovers, hurt

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy this! Also the reader is an ex of Myung-Gi before the games. Please understand I don't HATE Kim Jun-hee, I just thought it would fit more for enemies to lovers. I also believe I may put this into two parts as the 3rd season is yet to come

If you would like to be tagged for the next part, let me know in the comments down below and I'll add you to the list!!

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Joining the squid games could possibly be the last thing any person with common sense and a reason to live would consider doing. Unless they either had none.

That's what it looked like for you. The games you had to do to win 45.6 billion won had you either questioning if it's still worth it to still keep going or just to end it all on this island.

Out of all the people in these games, there's one face that you despised seeing and wondered how he's still alive after what he did, Myung-Gi.

He's your ex boyfriend. Being with him was great at first, but once he was invested in the crypto coin thing business, it felt like you're being cheated on. It also didn't help that he had an affair behind your back with a girl named Kim Jun-hee who turned up pregnant.

You didn't hate Kim Jun-hee, as you felt bad for her that your ex abandoned her and their baby, but the whole thing hurted you.

There's nothing more you wanted to get out of here with enough money to move to another place and start off fresh.

When you first woke up in the dormitory with all the other players, you wondered where this possibly could go. You looked around to see so many unfamiliar faces.

Then a man in a pinkish red suit all the way across the room wuth a black covered mas with a white triangle comes out from double doors and starts explaining why majority are here. Because of their debts.

They showed different videos of people playing Ddakji and getting slapped in the face. There was one face you recognized, your ex. It wouldn't be surprising that he was in debt for trying to chase after the crypt coin thing.

It looks like you're not the only one who hated him, many people who fell for the crypto coin were also mad at him. A purple-haired guy stood out from the rest, as he was a rapper you heard from others who were apparently fans. You had no interest in him or your ex but were wondering what the whole ordeal of winning money is.

You had to sign a waiver for the games, and you were soon directed to take pictures. It was rough enough. Then you would have to climb stairs that seemed like you were going to Mount Everest. You saw your ex from the right side across. You also didn't want to risk being seen.

Finally, you reached the first game after what seemed like an eternity. There was a huge robot doll and the whole layout was supposed to imitate a school playground with its blue sky and sand ground.

"Hey there pretty" You turn around and see the purple haired guy who was talking to your ex

"Who are you?" You exclaimed looking him up and down not in the mood to be hit on.

"I'm Choi Seung-hyun, Thanos for my music. You might of heard my raps before?"

"If I did, I probably would want to be deaf right now. Including not hearing this conversation."

He pretended to be hurt and put a hand over his heart.

"Ouch girl. Cold aren't you?"

You rolled your eyes. He sees another girl walks by and also tries talking to her. Poor girl, you thought.

"Y/N?" You hear your name being called and look around.

"Y/N!" A hand fell on your shoulder and you flinched turning around.

It was Myung-Gi. Your panic turned into annoyance as you rolled your eyes again.

"What are you doing here?" He asks

"Should be asking you that too, but I think it's obvious."

"Can we please talk?"

"What's there to talk about Myung-Gi? You chose a cyrpt coin over me and cheated on me, and got another girl pregant"

"And I regret it very much. Please come back."

"Share those regrets with the others in here too, including the mother of your child."

He tried to reply back but you walked away from him, ignoring him.

Speakers came on, explaining the rules of the game.

A screaming man came into the front and said it's not what we think the game is. He exclaims that if you move, you'll die.

People around you scoffed and found the man crazy. It seemed like to you he was crazy too, but what if he was right?

He was still screaming telling people not to move a muscle when the game starts.

The robot started turning around and putting her hand up to the tree to not look at the other player.

It started singing.

"Everyone freeze!" The man in front says.

Nobody moved a muscle. Your eyes looked around and saw no one moving. What if the guys telling the truth?

The doll looked away and you started moving forward quickly along with everyone else.

"Everyone freeze!" Yelled again the older man.

There was a scream coming from a girl who moved. She laughed exclaiming she just moved. A bullet came through her head and she dropped dead.

The guy really wasn't lying then. One wrong move, you're dead. More people started moving and more gunshots were coming.

Bodies were dropping. People are screaming. This was a bad idea to be here. You were also pretty sure you were going to die with your ex boyfriend. That another cherry on top to add.

"If you don't make it to the finishing line on time, you'll also die." The man yells but has his mouth covered like he was going to take a sneeze.

It felt impossible to win this game. You were so sure you were going to win money but now the only thing you could be winning is death. You wanted to see if Myung-Gi was still alive.

But you couldn't risk being shot. Everyone sooned formed into a single file line. The man explained that the doll can't see what's behind a person if there's a bigger person in front.

More gunshots came. More bodies dropping. You couldn't stop now though. You're close to the finish line, you can feel it.

You soon reached the finish line relieved that you made it alive. You looked around for Myung-Gi to see if he's alive.

Why do you care so much about him? You thought to yourself.

It's just basic human sympathy you thought. Hating him is one thing, but him dying is another.

The game ended and you witnessed the man who warned about the game, you see his number was 456 and another, a woman helping a man who got shot in the leg reach the finish line get shot in the head.

This isn't just a game. This life or death. Everyone including you who passed were allowed to go back to the dorms.

Zoned out walking, seeing bodies and blood, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N!"

Turning around to see who called your name, you see Myung-Gi run up to you.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A light smile came from your face.

"Yes I'm alright and you?"

"Alive thank God." He chuckled.

You chuckled lightly but didn't know what to say after. Usually, you would have something smart to say to him but after what happened, you wanted nothing more to be out of here.

There were yelling and shouts to how the man knew they would shoot if you lost the game. They were accusing the man of being behind the game.

A pink guard then came out and congratulated us for completing the first game. It then if a majority voted to O, you could leave the game.

Everyone chose their own sides O and X. You chose X, even though you desperately wanted the money to be able to move to another city. You see Jun-Hee, his other ex, chose X too. Myung-Gi chose O, which you weren't surprised.

Unfortunately there were more O's than X's which meant you had to stay. You were heartbroken but also upset and turned to Myung-Gi. Now you wish he died in the first game.

You went up to him and turned him around aggressively and slapped him across the face. People looked at you guys, but you didn't care.

"You're really that selfish, you had to choose O?"

"Y/N-"

"The mother of your child is in this game and you choose O. I should have known from the start dating you was a bad idea. If these games don't kill you, I will."

You stormed off away from him and went to your bed. Myung-Gi probably thought you were bluffing about you killing him.

Something deep down you wanted to keep that word true.

It looks like you'll have to wait and see the next day.

𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

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delilahsturniolo · 1 day ago

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birthday sex — m.s ⊹ ₊ 🎂 ⟡ ⋆

in which . . . matt gives you a different kind of birthday present.

warnings . . . smut, fingering, oral, (fem!recieving) pet names, unprotected sex, (don’t do that) & more.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

today was your favorite day of the year. your birthday. it was the day where you invited all of your friends and family, had a huge party, and ate lots of cake. it was all about you, and only you.

your birthday party had just ended a few moments ago, you had just finished cleaning up and taking down all of the decorations, with the help of your boyfriend matt.

today had just been picture perfect, and you couldn’t ask for more. matt had spoiled you more than ever today, as expected. he had bought you everything you wanted. when you told him he didn’t have to buy you anything, you knew he wouldn’t listen.

but…what if he wanted to give you one last gift before you ended your night?

so, fast forward to the present. you weren’t expecting to be in this position right now, it kind of just happened. you laid on your back, your sparkly dress from the party still on your body as matt hovered over you, he was still in his tuxedo as well.

his tie was lopsided as he pressed kisses onto your neck, his hands trailing down your body in a teasing manner. he couldn’t help himself, he had to give his girl a night to remember, especially on your birthday.

“matt—need you..” you spoke breathlessly as matt slowly began to lift your dress, his ringed fingers coming in contact with your thighs.

“patience baby, i’m gettin’ there.” matt replied to you. a small smirk began to form on matt’s face as he saw the wet patch of arousal on your laced panties. he didn’t hesitate one bit to pull them down to your ankles, he parted your legs gently.

“such a good girl f’me…so pretty.” matt praised, his thumb glided across your wet folds slowly, he quickly found your clit and rubbed it in circles, watching as your face contorted with pleasure.

your back arched against the bed as matt began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a consistent pace. his tie brushed over your face as he leaned into the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as he continued to work his fingers into your pussy, collecting your slick around his rings.

matt pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring out. your legs wrapped around his waist as he began to slowly slide into you, you let out a moan at the feeling of his length inside of you.

“matt—oh my god..” you felt euphoric. matt began to thrust slowly, his hips moving against you. “yeahhhh y’like that hm?” matt expressed. your birthday sash bounced up and down against your chest with every one of his movements.

“goooodd girl, always takin’ me so well baby.” matt groaned out, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, you could tell he was close.

“g—gonna cum.” you warned matt, he nodded. “cum f’me pretty girl.” matt told you, and you didn’t hesitate to listen. with one last cry of his name, you released, and so did matt. your legs shook as matt pulled out.

but, he wasn’t done with you yet.

he parted your legs once more, kneeling down and putting his head between your thighs, slowly kissing your inner thighs and up to your core.

“one more baby, gotta reward my girl yeah?” matt’s voice was muffled as he got lost in between your legs, his tongue quickly finding your clit and flicking his tongue in circular motions.

your breath hitched as you felt this sensation, and gosh it felt amazing. matt held you legs open firmly as he sucked and bit down on your clit, his tongue plunging into you like there was no tomorrow.

a moan left your mouth, your hand moving to tangle into matt’s hair. he let out a soft and muffled moan between your thighs as you gave his hair a small tug. you could feel matt’s beard scratching your inner thighs, leaving marks along your skin.

“taste so good sweetheart, could do this for hours..” matt spoke breathlessly, his tongue swirling in your pussy. he lifted his hand, his thumb going against your clit and rubbing tight circles into it as his tongue moved quickly against your pussy.

the pleasure was overwhelming, but it felt so good. you could feel the knot in your stomach burst once more, your release dripping from matt’s stubble.

“mmmm…theres my girl.” matt’s voice was barely above a whisper. he lifted his head from your thighs, moving to place a gentle kiss on your cheek as he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead delicately.

“happy birthday baby, i love you.” matt whispered to you softly, his head resting on your tits. a small laugh came out of you, which was music to matt’s ears.

“thank you matt, i love you too.”

this might’ve been the best birthday gift you’ve ever gotten

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a/n ✉️ : it’s my 19th birthday today! soo in honor of that i just decided to post a fic, hope u liked it!!

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hischierslovergirl · 2 days ago

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“I don’t like them all looking at you.” with Luke Hughes please 🥺🙏

Thank you so much for requesting! xx

Spending the summer with Luke was something you had been looking forward to since he asked you all those months ago, and now it was finally here. You had arrived in Michigan a few days ago with Luke and Jack, spending the time since then getting settled in to their lake house and waiting for a few of their friends to arrive. It was a quiet and relaxing start to what would likely be a busy and loud next few weeks, but you weren’t complaining. You were ready for it.

The house was stocked full of hockey players, beer, and a whole lot of food by the fifth day of the trip. They had been running around practically since the sun had come up, making sure they had everything they needed for their first big get together of the summer. Luke mentioned that a few of the guys had, thankfully, invited their girlfriends or girls that they knew around the area, and you were appreciative to not have to drown in that much testosterone by yourself. You loved Luke and his friends, but they could be a bit too much for you to handle all by yourself on occasion.

“Luke, stop making out with your girlfriend and help me get the chairs out,” Jack yelled from down stairs as you walked out of the bathroom.

“I’m coming,” He shouted back, mumbling under his breath in annoyance as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Duty calls,” You giggle at him as you pull open the drawer that contained your bathing suits, “Go help them. I’ll meet you guys outside.”

With a swift kiss to your temple, Luke begrudgingly joins the boys down stairs to help them with whatever they forced him in to. You slipped into a red bikini that accentuated you in all the right ways before grabbing one of Luke’s t-shirts to use as a coverup. Once you found the sunscreen and a couple of towels tucked under your arm, you made your way down the stairs and towards the pool.

You heard everyone before you could see them, an aggressive mixture of light arguing and cheerful shouting filtering in through the open door. Though you weren’t all that surprised given how many people had planned to come. The second you stepped through the door, you could feel the sun beating down on your skin and it made you let out a quiet sigh of content. This was your favorite time of the year, and you couldn’t be happier now that it was finally back.

“Hey! I’m Dylan, one of Luke’s buddies from school,” A face you had seen in many pictures introduced, holding his hand out towards you, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hopefully good things,” You playfully snicker as you shake his hand, glancing at Luke who was carrying a bunch of outdoor chairs while Jack pointed to a spot by the pool.

“Oh, trust me. We’ve all heard very good things,” Another boy interjected. A boy you recognized to be Ethan, if your memory proved to be correct.

“Right,” You drawl, subtly raising your brows at them as you retract your hand, “Well, I’m gonna go.”

You left the two twenty year olds behind as you made a beeline towards your boyfriend, who was now graciously free from the labor he was forced into. He was wiping away at the sweat on his forehead, his biceps flexing in a way that made your cheeks warm, as he tried to catch his breath. Luke had always had an affinity for knowing when you were near before you got to him, and today was no exception as he abandoned his conversation with his brother to find you.

“Hi, baby,” You lightly greeted, giving him a small smile, “Ready to go for a swim?”

“You have no idea,” He eagerly rushes out before placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You follow Luke to one of the empty lounge chairs, placing your towels on the backs of them before stepping out of your shoes and slipped the shirt over your head. A small bout of silence suddenly fell over the group around you, and you could see Luke’s eyes narrow on those that were already in the pool. You peeked over your shoulder, quietly chuckling when you noticed that everyone was dramatically glancing everywhere but in your direction.

“Hey! Quit ogling,” He shouts, shifting to stand in front of you, “You too, Alyssa!”

For the next two hours, you spent the majority of your time switching from playing various pool games with everyone, or lounging on one of the chairs with some of the other girls. You could feel the occasional pair of eyes linger on you for too long, but you didn’t pay them any mind. Luke did, though.

You were in the kitchen talking with Mark’s girlfriend when Luke walked through the back door with his lips turned down at the corners. His hair was damp from the pool, his cheeks and shoulders tinged red from the sun, but he looked like someone had wrongfully insulted his hockey skills. Farah exchanged a knowing look with you before she excused herself and slipped past Luke, who didn’t even glance in her direction.

“You okay,” You called out, meeting Luke as he leaned against the center island.

“No,” He groaned, finally meeting your gaze when you slid your hands around the back of his neck. His hands instantly found purchase on your hips before he began to massage the skin underneath his fingers.

“What’s wrong, baby,” You delicately ask as you slightly tilt your head and absentmindedly twirl his curls around your fingers.

“Everyone keeps staring at you in your bathing suit,” He murmurs, jutting his lip out in a pout, “I don’t like them all looking at you. I know you’re hot, but you’re my girlfriend. They can’t look at you.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep yourself from giggling, flattening your palm at the nape of his neck. His hands slid from your hips to wrap around your waist and press you closer against him, your hot skin slightly sticking together.

“Luke, you can’t stop people from looking,” You started, quickly continuing when his eyes widened in panic, “But that’s all they can do. You’re the only one who can do anything more than that. You’re the only one who can touch—”

Luke cuts you off by swooping down and slamming his lips on yours, using the leverage he has on you to slightly lift you off your feet. It was short and simple, but it was also a promise. A promise that he was going to put all the privileges he had as your boyfriend to use later.

#youvegotmail!📥#from: anon #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #viwrites ⌨️

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felibrary · 1 day ago

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CHRONICLES OF A LOVESTRUCK BOY

PAIRING: rin itoshi x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: rin doesn’t care how he’s perceived by others—aloof, cold, grumpy—you name it. but deep down, rin itoshi, is no better than an immature teenage boy, especially when you’re around and rin realizes that maybe sometimes it’s still okay to be a kid.

wordcount: 0.7k | content & warnings: established relationship, fluff, very light angst if you squint, rin and reader are head over heels for each other (boo cheesy) ; drabble

art credits: sono_Zha on X!

author's note: i still didnt watch bllk season 2 LMFAO and uhm sorry for the writing hiatus...but hey..i'm back!! (hopefully) only thing i saw was rin with his tongue stuck out #callmewhatyouwantcallmewhatyouneed

“do i seriously have to wear this?” rin grumbles. you look behind and catch a glimpse of his unimpressed cerulean eyes, directly staring at you, and you can’t help but chuckle. but neither his sour expression nor his rosy-tinted cheeks caught your attention—no, it was the small christmas tree hair clip that clipped his fringe back.

rin’s hair wasn’t short enough to rest on his forehead without covering his eyes, nor was it long enough to tuck behind his ears. your solution? buy your boyfriend a hair clip as a gift. to say that rin was happy about the gift would be an understatement. no, really. he was beyond excited—over the moon even.

(as you handed him the wrapped gift you were already cracking a laugh, and seeing rin’s disbelieving face as he opened it, made you burst into laughter—from there on rin stared at you for 5 minutes, not saying a single word.)

“come on “mr. rin goes to uni and leaves with a complaint-degree-itoshi” it’s cute. don’t lie.” you chide gleefully. “if you play another one of these word games, i’m gonna leave.” rin states nonchalantly, avoiding your gaze.

the both of you know that he isn’t being serious, still, you play along. “you wouldn’t dare,” you express dramatically as you try to stifle your laughter. rin looks back at you and his eyes soften. “‘cause you love me too much to ever leave me or am i wrong?” and for the first time this evening, rin cracks a small smile. the gesture is followed by the shake of his head and grabbing your hand to drag you to the photo booth. “let’s go.”

you trail after him, and feel how his hand squeezes yours tighter. it’s his version of telling you that you shouldn’t get lost in the crowd and should stay by his side. instead of walking slightly behind rin, you catch up to him and now walk next to him.

“rin, you haven’t answered my question from before,” you mention, and rin halts, slightly tilting his head like a small confused pup which makes you smile. before you know it, his eyes are gleaming and he lets out a small sigh of relief. “there’s no need for me to answer a question to which you already know my response.” your smile widens, and rin continues to guide you through the crowd.

arriving at the photo booth, you signal rin to slightly lean down and he complies. you reach out your hand and brush the snow out of his hair. “there, looking pretty as always.” you compliment him, and rin shakes his head. “says you,” and you chuckle before getting into the photo booth.

there’s four pictures for each strip, so you and rin make the best out of it. the poses range from goofing around, leaning one’s head on the shoulder, or a kiss on the cheek. after the pictures were done printing you took them out and proudly showed them to him.

seeing how joyous and excited you were for a mere photo strip made him feel warm. it wasn’t that he was against taking pictures with you, no, in fact, he loved it. your smile was always contagious and you were beaming from ear to ear that even rin couldn’t help but smile.

the reason why he didn’t want to take the pictures or at least avoid looking at them after they were done printing was because of him wearing the hair clip. it wasn’t that he disliked your gift, but he just looked like someone he didn’t want to. rin was scared that when he’d look at the pictures it wasn’t him you were standing next to but his brother.

you knew that rin had a rivalry with his brother going on—become the best striker in the world to prove to him that he can do it without sae. but he never went into detail about how sae’s absence affected him, how whenever he stared into the mirror and clipped his hair back, it wasn’t his reflection that stared back but the one from his brothers.

but how could he ever think that when you’re here, laughing over how cute he looked and that he should wear it more often? is this what people mean when they say that they’re going to miss a moment they’re currently experiencing?

the cold, everlasting winter leaves behind layers of snow that stick and cover the ground as a whole before melting into puddles of water when the sun appears behind the clouds, granting its rays to the earth and sending its warmth to those who are stuck in capsules of melancholy.

for rin there’s no more precious gift than you.

additional: a few weeks later you visit rin, and spot the photo strip glued to his mirror and you can’t help but crack a small smile.

tags: if there's been one thing i've been continuously doing this year its writing @azullumi a small note under each of my works. hello beloved <3 i'm actually not quite sure if you're into blue lock, but HELP RECENTLY I CAME ACROSS A TIKTOK ON MY FYP OF A MICHAEL KAISER EDIT AND THE INTRO WAS A FANART OF PREGNANT DEKU AND BAKUGO I THINK??? AND U REPOSTED I THOUGHT 😭😭 but anyway, its hard to believe that this year is almost over but what it's harder to believe is that i was able to grow and blossom so much as a person this year—all thanks to you. you're the friendship that i needed that i gained this year. you hold such a precious place in my heart that i fear if you'd ever leave it'd feel like a piece of my heart were missing. i don't know how i was supposed to survive this year without you. you were there for me when i was at my lowest mentally but also at my peak of writing HAHAH. you were always my number one supporter which I'm beyond grateful for. when i met you, i was surprised at how easily a person was able to understand and sympathise with me because I've always felt hard to understand but you—you made it seem so natural. you loved me as if it were in your nature to love me. and the same goes from me to you. loving you comes as easy as breathing, azul. i love you. wishing you lots of strength for the new year xx (no we're not together.)

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giuseppe-yuki · 16 hours ago

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let him cook

franco colapinto x orange cat!shapeshifter reader

w.c.: 2.1k

warnings: one (?) curse word

part of my shapeshifter!reader spinoff series

summary: a day off? well, that just means a relaxing day at home. cuddles, homemade breakfast - how can things possibly get out of hand?

picture credits from pinterest :)

honestly, life was actually going pretty good. you could tell by the way the sunlight streamed in through the glass window, filling the room with a soft glow. the birds outside that usually were obnoxious as hell now sounded quite magical the way they tweeted a cheery little tune. not only that, it felt like just the right temperature underneath the blankets and the room had that nice fresh-morning-smell to it. to top it all off, your boyfriend was slotted up next to you peacefully with an arm wrapped around your waist- just the way you liked it.

before, franco would always be the one up first, brushing his teeth, throwing on his williams kit, chugging down his maté, and racing out the door in record time. you were left waking hours later in an empty bed with the light smell of his shampoo on his pillow before you made your way to your first lecture. but now, with your boyfriend’s four-week formula 1 fall break starting the day before, at the same time as your college’s, it's no wonder you felt completely stress free. you now had more than enough time to spend with franco, and there would be absolutely no homework assignments to be finished, random pr work to be done, quizzes to study for, and sim sessions to be completed that would distract either of you.

so, for once in a long time, you took in what it felt like to wake up next to your boyfriend.

you’re halfway through memorizing the way his body is pressed up behind you and the way his legs are entwined with yours when you feel his hand slightly twitch from its spot around your waist. you know he’s trying really hard to be silent, but you hear his breathy little giggles underneath his breath.

rolling your eyes, you turn over to face franco.

his eyes are closed, but a stupid little grin is plastered on his face.

“i can hear your giggles, baby. i can tell you’re awake,” you remark.

from this close, you can see beauty marks littered across his face, his mussed wavy brown locks, and incredibly long eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of.

still, he refuses to open his eyes.

you take this chance to launch an attack of kisses on his face, until he finally breaks into giggles and pushes you off of him.

“that was not so nice, what you did, little lady,” he states with a fake pout. “i was sleeping so nicely, dreaming of winning all my races and getting a million dollars until you woke me up so rudely!”

letting out a melodramatic gasp, you clutch your metaphorical pearls the best you can, being tucked close to franco.

“how dare i!” you exclaim. “oh, handsome sir, how could i ever show you how sorry i am?”

you see a flicker of mischievousness in franco’s eyes and the way his eyebrow quirks up for a millisecond after you finish your sentence.

“well,” he states plainly. “you can give me hea-”

almost immediately, you slap your hand around his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.

“franco, you freak,” you say, laughing in disbelief. “it’s, like, 8am! i am not doing that!”

he huffs dramatically.

“fine, i guess i’ll settle for a cuddle session.”

you almost fall asleep again in your franco-mandated cuddle session. he has his muscled arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, lightly squashing you against his side. you can smell the familiar citrusy scent that he always seems to smell like, along with the light soapy smell of detergent on his sleep shirt. one of his hands is tucked half-way into your own sleep shirt, mindlessly drawing circles and stars lightly on your soft skin. every so often, he presses a light kiss to the top of your head. a comfortable silence stretches between you both.

your eyes are on the edge of fluttering shut when franco tilts his head to whisper into your ear.

“baby,” he says quietly. “i think i’m going to end this session short- i want to go make some maté.”

he doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he unwinds his hand from its spot and starts scooting off the bed.

you fight the urge to sigh. if there was one thing that your boyfriend was a fein for besides cuddles, it was definitely maté. if you were to be honest, if you were to make a pie chart of things franco cared about besides racing, it would probably be, like ⅗ maté and ⅖ everything else.

“francooooo,” you groan, dragging out the ‘o’. “it’s cold- come back!”

however, franco just laughs at your antics.

“if you like, just shift in your cat form and you can just chill on the counter,” he suggests.

you don’t waste a second before shifting into your orange cat form and bounding into his arms.

from your place on the kitchen counter with a blanket wrapped around you turning you into a burrito, you watch as your boyfriend brews his maté. it’s kind of mesmerising, the way he pours the maté leaves, brushes off the extra powder, and dumps a stream of hot water into the pot in one smooth move.

once he sips his concoction, he beams at you.

“sit there and look pretty- i’m gonna go make breakfast!”

with how skilled he was making his maté, you assume franco must be good at making breakfast too…right?

you squirm out of your blanket and pad your way on the cold marble counter close, but not too close, to the stove that franco was standing at. it looked like he had dumped an entire bottle of cooking oil in the pan, and you were pretty sure you saw at least 3 pieces of eggshell in there.

hmm. he definitely wasn’t a gordon ramsay.

franco doesn’t seem to notice though, and instead turns away from the rapidly bubbling pieces of ingredients in his pan, and gestures over to the tall spices cabinet to you.

“would you mind getting the aji molido, baby?”

you nod, and bound over to the towering brown cabinet. using your paw to bat it open, you search for the chili spice. it’s on the third tier, which is no problem, because you easily bound upwards, using your claws to propel you up. once you grasp the little bottle of aji molido in your jaws, you get ready to leap down from inside the cabinet. however, franco speaks up before you are able to jump down.

“look at this!” he exclaims, and you just know he is about to do something idiotic.

he swishes the entire pan and tries to flip the frankly, burnt eggs in midair like one of those five star chefs. of course, he wasn’t a five star chef, so the eggs just go flying in the air, and land straight on the ground.

from your birds-eye view in the cabinet, you can see the eggs splat everywhere on the ground.

you don’t even bother to hide your soft sigh as you leap back down to the kitchen counter and drop the now useless aji molido from your jaws. if you were in your human form, you likely would have shook your head and told franco off.

your boyfriend blinks once- twice- before letting out a frown.

“well, um, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

after your boyfriend cleans up the rather large amount of oil and burnt, exploded egg on the ground, you herd him over to the fridge.

it was funny- he couldn’t fry an egg but he could drive a formula one car?

you opt for him to cut up some fruit instead- there’s no way you can mess that up.

franco seems to misunderstand your intent as he opens up the fridge, reaching for the eggs again for the top shelf. you have to hop up into the fridge and snap at his hand in order to redirect it to the strawberries on a lower shelf.

“jeez- okay,” he complains, rolling his eyes. “dramatic much?”

unfortunately, you were wrong again.

you had supervised his every move closely, from washing the strawberries (he dropped three into the drain) to plucking the leaves off of the top (he managed to squish five strawberries while doing so ?? ), making sure to hiss at him whenever he was doing something wrong (it was a lot of times).

it didn’t compare to when he started chopping the strawberries, though.

you had padded to the knife drawer and carefully fetched the knife for him in your canines, setting it gently next to the chopping board. he thanked you, pressing a kiss to your soft head, and picked up the knife. you clearly expected him to chop the strawberries in halves like a normal person, but instead, he started aggressively slicing them vertically, like a weirdo.

“watch this, baby!” he proclaims, waving his knife around. he then proceeds to cut a blob-looking object in the strawberry and hold it out towards you.

you tilt your head, trying to figure out what the hell he just cut out of the poor strawberry, when he gestures at it again.

“it’s you,” he supplies helpfully.

when you give him a blank stare, he huffs and puts it gently on top of the pile of “cut” strawberries.

you continue watching, tail twitching, as he chops energetically, making a red-stained mess on the board that not even the williams engineering team could fix.

franco is about to make a “squiggly” slice when you hear a sharp “crack” that fills the air. you exchange looks with him.

no fucking way.

underneath his knife, the board was split in half.

at this point, you were not going to sit around in your orange cat form as he broke another appliance in the apartment. you jump off the counter and shift back into your human form, immediately snatching the knife away from your boyfriend.

“i’ve seen enough, franco- you are not touching another appliance in the kitchen! i swear, the next time you touch something, you’re going to blow the apartment up- and i don’t think james will appreciate having one of his drivers blow up during fall break.”

with a few “pleaseee,” you reluctantly let him toast a few slices of bread in your new toaster. It was literally two steps- put the bread in, and slide down the lever- so it was theoretically impossible to screw up.

you watch him super-carefully as he gently slides each piece of white bread into the slot. once both are correctly in, he looks over to you, for approval. seeing you nod once, he then slowly presses down the lever until it clicks.

perfect! now, all there was to do was wait.

you glance over to franco, who was now poking at his mountain of wildly cut strawberries (you had transferred it to a bowl). it was oddly endearing in a way, seeing him experimentally taste the girlfriend-shaped-piece-of-strawberry that he had cut out, even if he had broke your cutting board and gotten egg all over your kitchen before doing so. honestly, you know you must look like a creep, just leaning on the counter and looking at him with big doe eyes, but you couldn’t help it. he was just so…i don’t know, biteable or something. the cuteness aggression really got to you in the mornings.

“what?” he says, a smile spreading on his face when he sees you watching him. he sets down the girlfriend shaped-piece-of-strawberry back in the bowl with a bite taken out of what looked to be your legs. “why are you looking at me like that? are you checking me out?”

“no, no, no, i wasn’t looking,” you deny vehemently, turning your head, like you didn’t just become mesmerized at the way he ate a piece of fruit that was supposed to look like you. his grin spreads wider, and he jokingly strikes a bodybuilder pose in front of you, making sure to emphasize the way his arm muscles ripple- visible even under his soft faded sleeping shirt.

like a cat drawn to a fluttering bird, your eyes move from the bowl of strawberries with the girlfriend-shaped-piece-of-strawberry at the top, and instead trail down his body as he stretches.

“i wasn’t looking, i wasn’t looking,” he parrots in a teasing tone when he feels your gaze on him.

you roll your eyes, ‘hmph’-ing.

whatever.

you’re about to shoot back a remark, when your eyes grow very wide.

behind franco, your toaster was on fire.

one fire extinguisher, two very burnt pieces of toast, and a completely wrecked toaster later, you collapse on the couch. you weren't even sure how franco had managed to do that.

he eyes you wearily from his place on the soft cushions where you sent him to sit at in order to prevent anything else from spontaneously combusting.

“you’re indefinitely prohibited from the kitchen,” you rasp, rubbing your face exhaustedly. your entire front is covered in fire extinguisher foam. you

he nods forlornly, sipping the other thing he didn’t mess up- his maté.

“oh yes, one more thing,” you add. you shove a box of cereal in his lap. “breakfast.”

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bambisbraingoespop · 2 days ago

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Happy New You

It had been weeks of intense brainwashing and conditioning. She had often slept with a VR headset on, so that her last and first sights were of the pretty swirl her Master had set up. And of the memory triggers he'd slowly been installing.

Countdowns, dumb downs.

Dropping and dropping until she didn't remember her own name most days.

All to make her publicly forget it all. The ultimate sacrifice of all she was for her Master.

And the night had finally come:

New Year's Eve . . .

Only minutes away from the final countdown now.

All of his hard work was about to pay off, and she'd understand the meaning of being owned — a doll to be rebuilt how he pleased.

"A few more minutes now, pet. Are you excited?" he asked, stroking a fallen piece of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Yes Master," she whispered as their mutual friends partied and celebrated the year around them. "I'm so grateful I met you this year. You've given me everything. I am who I am because of you."

Thoughts of returning to work invaded her mind, and the stress of the coming week clung to her. She didn't want to think about her worries, but they were often hard to ignore these days.

A girl, Emily, stumbled into her then, her drink sloshing around as she flicked her red hair. "Omgosh you guys are so cute together," she beamed. "I knew introducing you would just be perfect, Bethany."

Beth smiled at her best friend, nodded, and then turned back to her Master.

Since they'd turned up the intensity of her conditioning, and hypnosis, it'd gotten harder to take her attention off him. She needed to be attentive, needed his approval. Even in the company of her childhood friend.

Her Master stepped in. "You have my thanks," he said as Emily frantically trotted away to find her current boyfriend as the countdown neared.

"Will I . . . remember you, Master?" Beth breathed, her heart racing as the final countdown started.

60 seconds . . .

"Of course you will, we've been over this. I'm the only thing you'll remember or know, the only comfort, doll. It's too late to change your mind now, isn't it?" He allowed her doubt. It would be the last time she questioned him for as long as she lived.

40 seconds . . .

Beth hesitated. "But what about my friends, my family?"

"Perhaps I'll allow you moments of clarity. Perhaps not. It's not up to you now. You wanted to be my toy, my object. Property doesn't have family or friends, they have owners. Don't they, pet?"

She nodded, her thong immediately clinging to her as she grew wet. "You're everything I need, Master. You know best..."

Beth's words began to slur. Her mind felt fuzzy. Her body ached.

Her picture-perfect childhood fizzed into nothing. Education, gone.

Past lovers and boyfriends no longer existed.

One by one, her memories were taken.

Every second of the countdown prepared her mind for a new life.

A toy's life.

Whimpers escaped her lips.

It was like her very cells were transforming. Coded. Each one branded with his stamp.

20 seconds . . .

"That's my good girl," he whispered in her ear, drawing his slave close and pressing a kiss against her neck. "That's my good doll."

5 . . .

4 . . .

Beth . . . No, that didn't sound right. The girl — the doll — swayed on her feet, held up by Master.

3 . . .

Her mind receded until her surroundings became a flury of noise and movement. People were happy, celebrating but she couldn't understand why. What event was she at?

It didn't matter.

2 . . .

All she knew and felt was her body pressed against Master. How safe he made her feel. How she needed to please him. How nothing had come before him, and without his approval, she couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, there was no past.

She had been created by Master and for Master. No future beyond her given directive.

And it felt peaceful.

1 . . .

Master's lips crashed against hers. And the lingering confusion turned to pure joy and contentness.

She could breathe again, knowing he was pleased.

The doll looked up at her Master as he pulled away. "Is there anything else you desire Master?"

Before he could reply, a redhead stumbled between them and pulled the doll into a crushing hug.

The doll immediately wanted to pull away and step closer to her Master, but he didn't appear disturbed by the stranger grabbing his property, so the doll allowed it to happen.

"Happy New Year, Beth!" the drunk girl yelled in the doll's face before throwing herself back into the crowd.

"Happy New Year, Emily," Master called after the stranger.

Wide-eyed, the doll took the opportunity to seek safety on her Master's arm before some other stranger grabbed her. "Who is Beth? Who was that girl?" She furrowed her brow and sought answers.

"Don't worry about it, Doll. You know how forgetful you can be." He laughed. "I think it's time we returned home."

The doll looked up at him with her doe eyes and smiled, blank and docile. "Yes, Master."

They stepped towards the exit, snaking around drunk and excited people. Doll's mind was empty, only thoughts of her Master and how to best please him.

And just as they reached the doors, someone shouted. Again and again.

"Beth! Beth, wait!"

But the doll never turned back. Beth didn't exist anymore, and to the doll, she never had.

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clesired · 2 days ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! “can i request christmas headcanons about fred? with a reader who isn’t exactly the christmas type but how can you resist lovely christmas at the burrow?” thank you to the lovely anon who requested this <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! how can you resist lovely christmas at the burrow?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, gn!reader, established relationship!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

🥥 partner!reader who doesn’t care for christmas because your family never made it a big deal

🥥 bf!fred who invites you to spend the holidays at the burrow because he’s convinced that one christmas with his family will change your mind

🥥 naturally, you’re assigned a room to sleep in when you arrive ( but everyone knows you’re gonna end up in fred’s room anyway )

🥥 you help the weasleys decorate the burrow and end up surprising both fred and yourself with how much you enjoy it

🥥 you get addicted to molly’s hot chocolate almost immediately after the first sip

🥥 ginny helps you brainstorm gift ideas for her family ( because merlin knows what fred and george have whipped up for them )

🥥 molly constantly catches fred trying to get you under the mistletoe

🥥 you somehow land yourself in a christmas trivia feud with charlie ( it ends in a draw )

🥥 every time fred catches you enjoying a christmas activity, he smirks at you all smug and mouths ‘i told you so’ ( to which you just roll your eyes )

🥥 you and ginny gossip in her room while you wait for molly and arthur to fall asleep so you can sneak into the twins’ room

🥥 you spend a good five minutes laughing at the twins when they come back inside from de-gnoming the garden looking like they’d just wrestled a hippogriff ( you take a picture too, of course )

🥥 when the weasleys go out to play quidditch in the orchard, you stay back to help molly with the cooking and the dishes

🥥 you try eggnog for the first time with arthur and end up drinking four cups…

🥥 you cuddle up with fred on the couch while you and the rest of the weasleys listen to celestina warbeck on christmas eve

🥥 when it’s time to open presents, your boyfriend’s family are all pleasantly surprised by the accuracy of your gifts ( thank you, ginny )

🥥 you gift ginny a basket of wizarding skin care and makeup products to experiment with

🥥 you get ron a gift box from honeydukes, filled with his favourites like chocolate frogs, bertie bott’s every-flavour beans, pepper imps, etc.

🥥 george gets a quidditch kit that you charmed to be gryffindor themed and a new striped jumper

🥥 percy receives a nameplate for his desk at the ministry

🥥 you give charlie a new backpack and a journal for his travels

🥥 you gift bill a book on interesting muggle artifacts…with a second copy in french ( wink, wink )

🥥 molly gets a new magical cookbook

🥥 arthur gets the latest edition of the guinness book of world records ( courtesy of a very fascinating conversation with hermione earlier that year )

🥥 fred gets the same jumper as george but in a different colour, a scrapbook you made filled with all the photos you’ve captured over your relationship, a box of his favorite candies, and a framed version of the photo of him and george post de-gnoming

🥥 you’re glad everyone likes your gifts right up until fred goes off and mouths that damn ‘i told you so’ yet again

🥥 but when you open one of your presents and see a knitted jumper with your initial on it, you’re finally ready to admit to yourself that maybe christmas isn’t so bad after all

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 !

𝐤𝐞𝐲 ! fred, you, other people

🐚 “who would dare put a mistletoe up at the burrow!?” “i just watched you conjure it, freddie.”

🐚 “fred weasley, if you don’t leave them alone this instant!” “mum, i swear the mistletoe put itself up!” ( no it didnt )

🐚 “new gift idea, let’s snog.”

🐚 “awfully good gifter for someone who hates christmas, love.” “don’t start, freddie.”

🐚 “who helped you with the gifts?” “i knew it couldn’t have been you!”

🐚 “why would you get this picture framed!?” “because it’s funny…duh!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 !

𝐤𝐞𝐲 ! you, fred, other people

🫧 “yeah, yeah, i know…you told me so.”

🫧 “gin, you mind helping me figure out what to get your family for christmas?” “of course! who else were you gonna go to? fred?”

🫧 “you totally cheated, charlie!” “did not!” “did too!” “rematch, same time next year.” “you’re on.”

🫧 “arthur, you must tell me where you get your eggnog from…”

🫧 “apologies if the jumper is a bit loose, dearie! i had to guess the size.” “it’s perfect, molly…thank you.”

🫧 “alright, i guess christmas isn’t that bad…” “i told you sooo.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! a bit past christmas, but at least its still december, right? i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

xoxo,

mila! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

#clesired #clesiredwrites #clesiredheadcanons #clesiredfredweasley #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter headcanons #harry potter golden era #harry potter golden era headcanon #harry potter golden era headcanons #fred weasley #fred weasley headcanon #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x reader

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amongemeraldclouds · 2 days ago

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sparks fly

Camping with Mattheo to celebrate the new year leads to a different type of firework show (fluff).

Mattheo Riddle x gf!Reader (modern au)

A/N: I live in a place where winter is mild and completely forgot it's too cold to go camping for some places rn. Suspend your belief for this fic! In this setting, it's still perfect camping weather.

Warning: smut implied in the end.

✿ Masterlist | ✿ Mattheo Riddle Masterlist | 965 words

The holidays at the Riddle's can be delicately summed up in one word: complicated. Christmas dinner was composed of tight-lipped conversation and awkward silences that made the entire affair feel more like a funeral than a party. The Riddle estate was majestic and imposing, the way a museum was rather than a home.

Thankfully, your New Year's celebration was up to you. Having had more than enough of your fair share of family drama, you proposed a getaway just for you and Mattheo. All he said was, "what would I do without you?" To which you replied with, "run out of fingernails to chew before we ring in the new year. Can't let that happen now, can I? I rather like all of you, fingernails and all."

To reach the campsite on time, you agreed to leave at 6AM. Mattheo in his gloriously nocturnal ways, decided to power through the evening and early hours of the morning so he'd make it on time. His bleary eyes and messy curls, adorable as they were, alarmed you.

You volunteered to take the first shift driving instead with a casual, "ladies first". With a festive playlist on blast and your offkey-but-passionate singing, the holidays were in full swing.

Leaning over to smile at Mattheo, you found his head tilted to one side of his shoulder, mouth hanging in peaceful slumber. You couldn't help but stop on the side of the road to take a picture for your growing collection of your boyfriend's silliest moments. The boy with a mean scowl and a penchant for danger let his guard down with you and it warmed your heart.

Your hands shook as you tried to stifle your giggles, careful not to wake him. You smiled in triumph when the photo was safely tucked into your camera roll.

The rest of the drive consisted of more singing, breathtaking sceneries, and exchanging horror stories with Mattheo when he finally woke up and took over the drive.

You tried to one up each other, going for darker and gorier tales. The sunrays painted them lighter and tamer than they actually were, but you'd find out soon just how scary they were when the sun hid behind the moon.

Setting up camp only required muscle memory at this point. You had been on so many camping adventures with Mattheo yet they were always as enjoyable as the first time.

You grilled meats and potatoes for dinner, while enjoying champagne and small treats as you cooked. Needless to say, your hearts and bellies were as full as holiday celebrations deemed they should be.

As you wound down for the night and settled into the tent, the silence amplified cricket chirps and rustling in the trees, sending a chill down your spine. Images of your horror stories from the drive flashed through your mind. Your panic swung into full gear when your light source went out, engulfing you in darkness. A strangled yelp escaped from your throat.

Your eyes searched in the dark only to be met by a sudden blinding light and the distorted features of Mattheo, as he held the flashlight under his chin. "Boo!"

Between fight or flight, your instinct was always going to be to fight. Before you could process what was happening, you lunged at Mattheo, knocking the flashlight to the ground.

It was Mattheo's turn to yelp at your sudden movements and he pressed his hands up in surrender. "You know I love your fiery spirit, but right now you're scarier than all those ghosts we talked about."

You laughed at his sudden admission. It still caught you off guard how much more of himself he could be around you. It set him off too, your laughter was infectious and it's his favourite sound. You rested your head on his chest as you laughed together, shoulders shaking and breath heaving. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

As your laughter faded, Mattheo leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Happy new year, love. Thanks for setting this all up."

"Better than Christmas?"

He rolled his eyes, "please, even Snape's lecture is better than Christmas with my family. This is way better."

You moved up then to kiss him and Mattheo caught the way the flashlight cast your shadows across the tent. He smirked, an idea forming in his head.

"I know that smile. What kind of nonsense are we getting into this time?" You matched his smile as you rested your arms on his chest.

His smirk grew wide to a full grin as he traced his finger playfully down your arm, sending electric sparks all the way down to your toes.

"Watch our shadows," he says, pointing to the silhouettes across you.

"You want to do shadow puppets?" You asked, moving your hands together to mimic a bird, just like you did as a child.

"Even better," he said, pausing for effect, "we can watch our shadows fucking."

You giggled at how silly it was, a wave of giddiness washing through you. Of course with Mattheo it would always turn sexual at some point, igniting your own desires in response to his. "So we can have our own firework show here?"

"You get the vision!" He responds, pulling you in for a kiss. It was so familiar by now the way your lips moved, knowing just where they fit against each other. Yet every moan and every gasp felt brand new. The champagne buzzed in your veins, burning with the intoxication of your desires.

You grinned when you both broke up for air, "well then love, let's make it one heck of a show."

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he looked into your eyes. "That's my girl!" It was a happy new year indeed.

✿ Masterlist | ✿ Mattheo Riddle Masterlist

Credit: Divider by @strangergraphics

A/N: Funny how this grew from HC, to blurb, to now a full blown fic. Love it!

#mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #amongemeraldcloudswrites #amongemeraldclouds fluff

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obsessedhoneycomb · 2 days ago

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George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: You and George agreed to spend Christmas Eve separated at your parents’ homes. Your family just have a different opinion on your life choices.

Warnings: some families are toxic as hell; love; fluff

A/N: Here we go, I felt a little frustrated during Christmas at my parents, because I’m single as hell for a second year straight and everybody around was so happy, that it made me cry. Enjoy this little thing!

Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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“Does he even love you?”

“You’re by yourself at your parents for Christmas!”

“He clearly doesn’t care about you!”

“Poor thing, you obviously don’t fit into his luxurious world.”

Sitting at the Christmas table in your family home wasn’t that pleasant as you expected. And also you already regretted agreeing with George to spent this day separated with your families.

Your family always insisted about meeting with everybody. Your grandma, uncles, aunties, kids from the distant relatives… It wasn’t bothering until you started dating the “famous driver Georgie” as they liked to address him. Saying how you changed, how you’re not visiting that much, always being busy with your new life, throwing jokes and insults into your face.

While all you ever wanted was to be happy.

Day after Christmas it was too much for you, and you were ready to get back to Monaco, when George called you to get to his family home to England, already sending you a plane ticket, because who would say no to England.

And that’s how you ended up at the British countryside, car stopping in front of the house, a typical architectural style of England, your eyes taking in all the beauty. And the fog was just a cherry on top of everything.

George stood there waiting for you, wearing jeans along with dark red buttoned shirt, perfectly fitting into the scene.

Meanwhile driver was getting your suitcase out of the cab, you were already in George’s tight embrace, mumbling into his chest some incoherent things, feeling comfortable after the past couple of days.

“I missed you.”

He put a finger under your chin to make you look at him, his smile wide.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry, that your family wasn’t that welcoming. But I think you’d love how my family is excited to meet you.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a little uneasy, because meeting the parents of your boyfriend wasn’t nice experience in the past.

George led you through the house, which was filled with cosy and old decorations and furniture, just like you always dreamed about.

In the living room sat his parents, the eager expression written over their faces, their eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, which was standing in the corner.

His mom was first to approach you in tight hug, while George wanted to say something, but was interrupted.

“Nice to finally meet you, honey! You’re so pretty, even more than at the photos.”

Your cheeks were tinted in pink, smiling nervously, you didn’t expect this kind of greeting.

His dad also took a few steps to you, hugging you and smiling at you with warmth, that filled your heart.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.”

George cleared his throat a little, catching their attention.

“I think it’s time for you to have this, finally. Since you didn’t want to wear it while being at your parents, now, I must watch over you to wear it properly.”

He took his hand out of the pocket of his jeans, opening his palm to reveal a simple silver ring with a diamond. His parents gasped in shock, while you just chuckled in happiness.

As he slid the ring onto your hand, he leaned down to kiss your forehead, sliding his hands down your neck.

“George William Russell. When did you plan you tell us about your engagement?”

His mother spoke in very serious tone, your smile faded at this, maybe they weren’t as supportive as they seemed.

“Mom, I just- it happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to talk about it. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but my sister interrupted me many times that I just gave up.”

His dad, just got to you both grabbing you by your shoulders and hugging you, hiding his happy tears. Then he lifted his head, looking at George.

“I’m so proud of you, son.”

His mom rolled her eyes with soft chuckle, getting to your side also, hugging you too.

“Well, welcome to family, dearest. We love you already.”

Your heart was filled with so much love and joy, that you thought you could burst from that.

And that was how you spent the rest of the holidays. In George’s warm embrace, at the cosiness of his parents house, where nobody questioned your relationship.

It was the place, where you belong.

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seokminfilm · 23 hours ago

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eyeshadow stars | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warning, fluff w no plot, short, lowercase intended, marshmellow fluff, sleepy seokmin, seokmin calls reader 'baby', reader uses 'love' & nicknames for seokmin, lots of kisses, #seokminsofthours

🪄 summary, drawing stars on your sleeping boyfriend's cheek with eyeshadow really made you realize how much of a star he was.

🪄 author's note, what am i supposed to do okay ☹ let a girl want to draw pastel stars on dokyeom's cheeks while he's sleeping to see him wake up and smile up at her sleepily......anyways seokminsofthours time let's go!

🪄 now playing, follow him, for he is the one (desert sand feels warmer at night)

your hand fluttered over seokmin's face, brush delicately touching his cheekbones as you added another star. he had fell asleep earlier, face still as his chin dug into the silk pillow below his head. seokmin's eyelashes were brushing his soft skin, teasing the messy strands falling from his hair as he breathed softly.

you had always wanted to draw stars on dokyeom's cheek, and now was the perfect time─he was asleep, unable to be disturbed or moved as you got to work. yellow stars covered the top of his cheeks in a sporadic pattern, decorating his cheeks with pastel yellow coloring as you added the dark yellow outline.

he was cute─no, adorable─with his plain white t-shirt and leftover makeup from today's concert. he hadn't washed his face yet, and still had that pretty brown eyeshadow blended over his eyelids even now. you thought it was a cute makeup look, studying his parted lips and closed eyes.

"almost done," you whisper to him, and he smiles just slightly, as if he could hear your voice in his dream. you smile at him, kissing his cheek as his face scrunches just slightly.

steadying your hand above his face, you add another star right by his beauty mark, paying extra attention to detail. it shined proudly by your boyfriend's sharp nose, and it made you smile, rubbing your thumb over the mark as seokmin started to stir under you.

seokmin sighed first, face reacting to your soft touch yet again before he started to open his eyes. they were still unfocused, as he had just awakened, and he blinked slowly at you, taking in your appearance as he smiled.

"hi, baby." his voice was deep, soft─and it made you caress his cheek even more, returning the greeting as you kissed him softly on his head. he smiles into the pillow, eyes trying to adjust to the light as he stares at you.

you're looking at him, watching how pretty his face looks with the pastel yellow stars decorating his cheeks. seokmin gives you an unsuspecting smile, cheeks rising with his action as the light hits every eyeshadow star perfectly.

"what is it, baby?" seokmin's voice is still warming up, and you giggle at him, hand cupping his cheek as you smile.

"you're so pretty, love." you whisper, and press your lips to his. it's one of your favorite kisses too─the one where he's too sleepy to respond, so he just lets you do the work, giving a weak response to your kisses as he groans tiredly. "am i?" seokmin questions, and you nod, smiling again.

"yeah. you have the stars in your eyes." and you weren't lying when you said that either─if you focused on seokmin's eyes, you swore you could see little stars floating around in them.

seokmin giggles, sleep still clinging to him as he yawns. his sharp nose is accentuated by the yawn, and you press a kiss to the tip of it, earning a laugh out of seokmin.

"what did you do to me, huh?" he asks playfully. he sounds more intrigued than angry, and you smile, handing him your phone as he swipes to the camera.

"artwork, love," you answer dreamily, and seokmin's smile bursts into laughter as he moves his head from side to side, observing the stars dotting his cheeks.

"it's like my face is a solar system." seokmin notes, and you nod, snapping a few pictures of him as he poses accordingly, giving you a sweet smile, a silly face, and a finger heart. laughing, you take the phone away, swiping through the photos.

"you're a natural model, seok." you tease, and he smiles, cheek on the pillow again as he smiles up at you. "thank you."

falling silent, you lay on your cheek facing seokmin, studying his half-lidded eyes and soft lips curved into a gentle smile. your hand, unable to resist the urge to touch his supple skin, automatically goes to his cheek, tracing his jawline and nose as his eyes start to close again.

"don't you love them?" you say, and seokmin's eyes open again, eyebrows raised just slightly as you add softly, "the stars on your cheeks, love."

seokmin smiles with the realization, eyes closed again as he lets out a soft, dreamy sigh before answering. "i do."

"good," you answer back, swooning at how seokmin lets you slide your hand under his cheek as he rests his head on top your palm. rubbing your thumb over his lips, you lean in quietly, pressing a soft kiss to them as you add, "let me kiss them away now, one by one."

seokmin doesn't object, nodding just once as the smile on his half-asleep countenance grows wider just by a little. he lets sleep take over him again, and you do as you said, admiring him quietly while you kiss the fading eyeshadow stars away.

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slafastri28 · 3 days ago

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New Year, New Me and You? - CS55

Not a request but I've been wanting to write something new years themed

It was the day before New Year’s Eve, there you sat alone in your apartment, looking through pictures on your phone, in just a few months one of the best friends you could ask for would no longer be racing as your brother’s teammate. You sighed looking at pictures of you all, so happy, holding back tears, as you felt so alone. You would be spending the New Year with your family, you and your three brothers, and their partners, and you, all by yourself, no boyfriend, no male friend, no one. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door.

“Who is it?” you called out.

“Guess,” the voice answered.

“Come in Charles,” you sighed flopping back on your couch.

“Oh, so melancholy, come on tomorrow is New Year's Eve, what’s up,” he sat beside you.

“Oh, just next year is going to be so different you know?” you sighed, “new teammate and all,” he smirked at your comment. Charles was your twin, he could read your mind, and he could pick up on things even when you would purposely hide it from him, but somehow he hadn’t said anything to you about the crush you may have had on his teammate. You took that as a sign that this was something he was completely oblivious to, or that he figured not to talk to you about it because you wouldn’t want to.

“Y/N, I’m going to miss him too, but we will still see him all the time, I know how close you two got,” he said offering out his arm. You leaned on his shoulder, that was the best part about your brother, he always understood you, and he would rarely tease you as he did not like being teased himself, you were the same in almost every aspect.

“Yeah, but it’s going to be so different,” you sighed. He knew what he should say to you but was hesitant as you were in a fragile state.

“Y/N, I know, I know how you feel about Carlos, and although it was weird to me at first, you two make each other very happy,” you shot up from his shoulder.

“What do you mean you know, does he know, does he feel the same, and why did you not bring it up during the season you know everything about me even without me telling you,” your head began to spin, “and what do you mean each other, he does feel the same?”

“Relax! God, I’ve been dying to say something but I knew this would happen,” he huffed.

“Well say it!”

“I don’t know how he feels, but I do know he is free for New Year,” he smiled.

“Can you invite him to spend it with us,” you pleaded.

“No…but you can,” he smirked, taking your phone.

“Char no, stop,” you said reaching at him for your phone, he held it far from you.

“I’m doing this to help you,” he handed it back to you as you saw his name at the top of your phone as it rang. You two continued to bicker when you froze hearing his voice on the phone.

“Hello? Y/N?” of course Charles put him on speaker.

“Hi Carlos,” you could feel your face heating.

“Hello Y/N,” he said once more.

“Charles said you didn’t have anything planned for New Years, well would you like to join us, we would-” Charles interrupted you with a shove, you cleared your throat, “I would, like it if you came.” Your face tensed up as there was a pause.

“Por supuesto! I will be there definitely, your apartment?”

“Yes, and bring the costume Chilli,” you grinned.

“No, that’s only for special occasions, but I will see you there,” he laughed. Your brother was smirking giving a “see what I did” look.

“Okay Bye,” you hung up.

“I am a great brother aren’t I?” he said. You rolled your eyes,

“Now you get to help me pick an outfit, for your favorite sister,” you smiled.

“You’re my only sister,”

“Shush, now I definitely have to wear red or blue,” you said dragging him into your bedroom.

“Red. Not blue, you traitor,” he sighed sitting down knowing he had a long evening ahead of him.

“But blue shows I will be supportive of him in Williams,” you smiled pulling out your blue dress.

“Okay don’t listen to me, why am I even here,” he said.

“Because you are my muse, my fashion expert, you love shopping with me, now think,” you said shuffling clothes in your closet. He stood up and joined you, he took out two hangers.

“Good choice? Good compromise?” he asked holding up your navy skirt and your red off-the-shoulder top.

“See this is why I need you in these situations,” you hugged him, “Perfection!”

“Okay, can I leave now and just get what I came for now that I have been helpful,” he smiled.

“Oh sorry, yes go ahead, what do you need,” he dragged you now out of your bedroom to the kitchen. He yanked open the fridge leaning over, he pulled out a container of leftovers from the other night,

“Thanks for dinner,” he smiled.

“Are you forgetting someone?”

“She’s out tonight, see you tomorrow,” he said walking out your door.

“You’re welcome,” you called out.

You continued on with the rest of your day waiting for night to come so it would be tomorrow, you decorated your apartment for tomorrow, before once again looking at pictures before bed with a new mood.

You woke up the next morning in a better mood than ever, but you had butterflies in your stomach. You begin your day with a nice warm cup of coffee before getting all dressed for the night ahead of you. You began to prepare food in the late afternoon for your gathering tonight when you were once again interrupted by who you assumed was your brother.

“Charles, I swear if you are coming for more food, be patient,” you shouted walking over to the door. You opened it stunned not to find your twin, but to find Carlos. There you were in an apron, with your hair pulled back messy, and he was his usual breathtaking self.

“Charles said you might need some help with food, I brought some,” you noticed the tray in his hand, it smelled wonderful, even if it was chips and dip.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m early, but he said it was okay to come now,” you were simultaneously thanking and scolding your brother in your head.

“Come in, just put it on the counter over there with the other food,” you smiled, “just give me one second,” you said, heading out the door.

“Hey, don’t be too mean to him,” Carlos called after you before you left. You rushed down the hallway to your brother’s door, pounding loudly. He opened it with the cheekiest grin on his face.

“A warning would have been a little nice,” you said.

“I’m helping you trust, now go back to him, he’s probably suspicious,” he said shooing you away. You rushed once again back to your apartment.

“Sorry about that,” you smiled seeing him at the counter finishing what you were working on before you got there. He looked so natural doing that in your apartment, you stood and admired him for a second.

“Oh sorry,” he stepped back from your counter,

“No please, go ahead if you want to help, that’s what Charles said right,” you laughed awkwardly. You two continued cooking, laughing, and once you finished it was now just waiting for your family.

“I going to miss this place,” he sighed as you sat with him on your balcony.

“What do you mean,” you said with concern.

“You know, game nights with you, Charles, and Alex, or dinners after races celebrating or complaining about the team, celebrating after races and seeing your family supporting me,” he sat looking out at the city in front of you, the lighting was hitting him perfectly.

“Me too, but game nights don’t have to go away, and we can still celebrate,” you said.

“But it will be different,” he sat pensively. You sat in silence for a moment feeling the butterflies in your stomach flapping harder than ever, you swallowed and closed your eyes before you said the next words that came out of your mouth.

“I will support you at Williams, and I can be there at the barrier supporting you, I want to actually,” you said before looking straight at the ground.

“Well I want that too Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you-” he was cut off by the sounds of voices entering your apartment.

“Finish this later?” you said disappointed.

“Yes, later I promise,” you two went inside, shutting your glass doors and greeting your family at the door. The eight of you enjoyed your evening, drinking, laughing, exchanging stories, and playing games like you would normally do, and Carlos fit in so naturally, it was like it was always meant to be this way. As the night went on your brothers began to leave one by one, until it was just four of you, you, Carlos, Charles, and Alex.

“So Y/N, did you appreciate the help, I would have but you know I’m not a good cook,” Alex smiled.

“Carlos was great, did more than I expected really,” he smiled at your comment.

“Well, we can share the credit, but what I prepared is what there is no more of,” you laughed at his playful tease back at you. Your brother smiled watching you be happy with each other.

“We should go, Leo probably made a huge mess,” your brother winked at you.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t bring him, but my apartment is not very Leo-friendly,” you stood up walking them to the door. You said bye and happy new year before the two of you were finally alone once again.

“So…” you said as you rejoined Carlos on the couch.

“Right, back to earlier, where did I leave off,” he smiled.

“You had something to tell me,” you said.

“Right, well Y/N, these past couple years getting to know you, I’ve grown to like, well more than like, but you know, and I don’t want to lose you with the move of teams,” he said taking your hand locking his fingers with yours.

“You know you won’t lose me, and I feel the same way,” you said inching closer to him.

“So start this new year with me, Y/N, and Carlos, oh Charles will be thrilled,” he smiled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes, and you’re lucky I own a lot of blue,” you smile. He pulls your face to his and as your lips meet, you hear the door open again, knowing who it will be you stop, and both face him.

“I just forgot my wallet… well carry on!” Charles smiles before leaving once again.

“He said so,” Carlos says pulling you to him once again.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #ferrari f1 #carlos sainz #cs55 #cs55 x reader #cl16 #carlos sainz jr

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eclipsethemagic · 2 days ago

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Kiss me |JJK|

Summary: you and Jungkook have been together for quite some time now, but you haven't made your relationship public. So what happens when he kisses you under the mistletoe?

Paring: idol jungkook x!female reader

Genre: fluff, angst-ist

Song of the day: Only by: LeeHi

[s.masterlist]

w.c: 2,010

Jeon Jungkook never seems to amaze you. He's a big old goof who you so happen to end up dating. And as much as you tell him everyday that you don't know how he won your heart, you do. From the first day you met him randomly at a club that him, Taehyung and Yoongi was at. He was the first person you laid eyes on. He was the one to walk up to you, his English a little rusty but he was trying his best. He bought you a drink, told you how pretty you were, and how he loved to get to know you more.

You sworn up and down that he wouldn't text you once you gave him your number. But he surprised you. He called you the very next day, and he took you out to dinner. What surprised you the most is when he told you who he was, and what he did for a living. And as much as you wanted to believe him, you couldn't. You actually laughed in his face. But the way he looked at you, you knew he wasn't joking. So he gave you time to think, was he worth it? To date? You didn't know at that time. After your date you looked him up, watched a couple of videos and then you knew.

Jungkook couldn't take no for an answer, by the 5th date you were his. He even had you on his lockscreen to prove it. And his poor hyungs, he fought tooth and nail to let him bring you to Korea so they could meet you. The guys and you got along the first day you met, and Yoongi was your best friend. Maybe it was the simple fact you both had the same birthdays, or the fact that you two act exactly alike when it came to Jungkook and it was that you both wanted him to be happy. So being with him for two years you had everything down pact, you two were careful when you were out in America or Korea. You even covered him in pictures your family posted on holidays so his relationship wasn't exposed. But after all that hiding here you are, staring at your phone, on Christmas Day, downstairs in Yoongi's apartment ready to kill the love of your life.

"How the hell did you get drunk and posted our pictures Jungkook!" You whine as you stomp your feet. Jungkook fights the smile that starts to form on his lips at your cute little tantrum. You had on your hello kitty sleeping shorts and a white shirt you stole from him that was way too big. Jungkook wanted to take you serious, he did, but how can he take you serious when you pout like that? "Jungkook-ah this is serious dude how could you do that? Out of all the times you slipped up, you never slipped up this bad." Another voice is heard in the room. Beside him is Taehyung who as sleepy as he is, he's way more concerned than the guy next to him.

"Who said it was an accident?" He puts his bottom lip in between his lips as he sucks on it, you whine again this time holding up the phone for him to look at the screen. It was a very cute picture of you two. Underneath the mistletoe, your hair was curled and the pretty little pale pink dress hugged your curves perfectly. Jungkook had his hand on the middle of your back, your arms around his neck as he leans in to kiss your lips. The picture was taken by Jimin who drunkly sent it to Jungkook telling him to post it. And Jungkook drunkenly listened to the idiot. Who listens to a drunk person by the name of park jimin who gotten drunk off of a bottle of vodka? Jungkook that's who.

Jimin sighs as he curls up against his best friend, opening his eyes for a moment then closing them again. "Look, I'm sorry I shouldn't have told him to post it. It's my fault y/n." You wanted to be mad at him, you did. But you also knew that Jimin wouldn't do it to hurt you, it wasn't in his nature too. Jungkook on the other hand, you felt like he did it on purpose. And knowing your bunny boyfriend, he probably did. For months Jungkook wanted to show the world that you were his, his precious little y/n but you were worried about his fans and the media. But if the fans didn't like you then they wasn't fans of his. So maybe drunk him did the necessary steps for him.

And it wasn't like the fans hated you. For the first time in Jungkook's life and career for that matter he never seen so many positive comments about a person he showed or told about in his life. Even Seokjin was shocked when he looked at this phone early this morning. But you, poor y/n. You just couldn't handle it. You were scared. Anyone would be scared if they was put in your shoes and if they wasn't, they would have been lying right now. Then you had so many followers piling up that you had to turn your profile on private on instagram. Twitter as well which you don't know they found that one. It wasn't even under your name.

"Just breathe hm? It's Christmas Day and as much as you want to stress over this lovely mistake that I blame Jimin for." Jimin lets out a little grunt that makes Taehyung chuckle next to him rubbing his best friend back a little telling him that it wasn't necessary his fault. "It's not as bad as you think baby." Your boyfriend smiles, giving you a lopsided grin as he gets up from his seat on the couch and walks over to you. He puts his hands on your hips and gives you a little squeeze before looking down at you. His doe brown eyes staring back at you.

"What if they find my high school pictures and expose me? I was pretty ugly back then." Jungkook lets out a deep laugh, his whole body shakes and he shakes his head and kisses the top of your head. "You're laughing but I'm being serious Jeon. Everyone wasn't as pretty as you."

"You thought Jungkook was cute? Are we talking about the same Jungkook?" Seokjin says when he finally comes down the stairs. Jungkook rolls his eyes at his hyung, letting out a scoff. "You are one of my biggest haters, I could be doing the most sexist thing for my girlfriend and you would still turn around and say I'm ugly." Seokjin just shrugs and goes to sit next to Taehyung. "Anyway. Baby it's okay just think now we don't have to hide anymore. I can finally take you out on a real date, one that doesn't acquire Chinese food at my apartment with Bam trying to eat the food." But you liked that. You liked hiding, it was the thrill of everything. Even if you and Jungkook almost got caught that one time when he wanted you to send him pictures of your new lingerie set he picked out. It was the thrill. Maybe that's why Jungkook called you his little daredevil.

"We can finish this conversation later." You sigh and pull away from him. Jungkook could tell that your mood had change right when you woke up. Yeah maybe posting the picture was a bit too much. As you walk upstairs and Yoongi following after you, Jungkook turns around and grabs a pillow from Yoongi's couch and chucks it at a sleeping hang over Jimin, and when Jimin lets out the biggest groan and sits up from his spot Jungkook runs out the living room.

Later on that night Jungkook sneaks little glances at you here and there when he sees you talking to him mom. Jungkook's apartment was filled with bodies everywhere just like how Yoongi's was the night before. You haven't talked to him ever since this morning, and it hurt his soul. You also didn't give him a kiss when he dropped you off at his apartment so he could grab some things for the party. Jungkook didn't think he fucked up that bad, but he also didn't understand that not everyone wants to be put in the spotlight.

Jungkook chose this, you didn't. So maybe he should be more understanding. With a little bit of liquid courage Jungkook walks over to you. You laugh at something his mother says when he taps your shoulder. You turn your head, looking at him for a moment. "Yeah?" You say, the music around you bumping underneath your feet. Jungkook bends down to your height, you feel his breath in your ear bring a shiver down your spine. "Can we talk in the kitchen please?" A sigh leaves your lips but you nod, giving his mother a small smile telling her you'll be back and you feel Jungkook's hand grab yours and you two walk into his kitchen.

Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off of you, the dark red sweater makes you look so small compared to him, he notices you bite your lip softly before looking at him. "If this is your way of trying to apologize can't it wait until later?" Jungkook hears the irritation in your voice as you speak to him. In Jungkook's offense it could, but he wouldn't have any alcohol to do so. "I'm sorry, for not taking you serious this morning. I just, when I posted the picture last night I didn't think it was a big deal. We been together for almost three years and I just thought that you'll be ready to make it public and I was wrong to assume." Jungkook reaches over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckle. "You're right, it is up to you to say I'm ready, and I understand some people aren't ready for the spotlight and you are one of those people. Baby I sincerely apologize, and if you want me to take the picture down I will, and I'll also tell army to leave you alone if you want mamas anything for you."

Jungkook's apology really made you feel bad. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, yell in his face and tell him how much of a fucking dick head he was, you couldn't. Because you knew Jungkook didn't mean to hurt you in any way. "I forgive you kookie." For the first time that night you smile at him, bring him at ease. He's surprise that his tipsy brain could handle the conversation. Jungkook sighs and pulls you into a hug. "Next time when we have a fight can we actually talk about it and not let it linger?" You hear Jungkook mumble on the top of your head. You giggle and nod putting your head against his chest. You go to open your mouth but a little thing catches your eye.

"Say, did you pull me in the kitchen because you knew it was a mistletoe?" Jungkook pulls away from you and looks up, and he sees the tiny little Christmas decoration hanging over you both. Your boyfriend shrugs and looks back down at you, giving you a toothy grin. "Could I get it kiss if it wasn't up there?"

"Would you accidentally post pictures again if I let you?" Jungkook laughs and bends down, his lips brushing up against yours slightly. "Would it be a bad thing?" He tilts his head just a bit, and you laugh a little hitting his chest a little before getting on your tippy toes to put your lips on his.

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