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Do You Miss Me?
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Four months after your breakup, Lando needs to know if you miss him as much as he misses you, or at least if you still think about him, even if the answer might kill him. (3k words)
warnings: angst, breakup, cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of one-night stands, use of Y/N, happy ending
a/n: FINALLY i wrote some angst. honestly i had this idea in mind sometime last week, but i didn't know where to start. not gonna lie, i really do like how it turned out but i never know how to end fics so it sucks a little towards the end. anyway pls let me know what you think!! feedback is very much appreciated đ«¶đ»
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Four months. It had been four months of pure agony. Four months since you left him, and for four months, he couldnât think of anything else than you.Â
You wouldnât say you ended on good terms, considering the last conversation you had was more of an argument about how little you thought he cared about your relationship.Â
That was far from the truth, and he tried so hard to convince you otherwise, but clearly it wasnât enough. You broke up with him that night, leaving his apartment immediately after and never looked back, leaving a broken Lando behind. Two amazing years beside you down the drain just like that. Maybe he should tried harder.
He really shouldnât have waited till the last second to express how much he cared, and you would probably never know that, but he still does.Â
After the first month, he started to give up. You wanted nothing to do with him, and honestly, he didnât blame you, so when he realised he would never be able to fix it, he stopped trying, but that doesnât mean he stopped loving you.Â
He still remembers vividly when he got back home after a race weekend and went out for a drive, something he thought could help him get his mind off many things that were going on. It worked, at first, it was going great, really, the fresh Monaco air running through his hair as the music blasted through the speakers, Lando singing at the top of his lungs every single word, until he paid attention to the passenger seat and spotted a shiny little tube. He reached for it, and his world went back down when he realised what it was. Your lipgloss. Not any lipgloss, but your favourite one. The one you used to wear every single day and the one he got so used to tasting and smelling.Â
After that, it was like something shifted inside him. Lando tried hard to forget about you, going to parties, and getting involved with anyone he could take back to his hotel. He never took anyone back to his apartment, the space contained too many happy memories of the two of you; it was almost sacred to him. He would never dare to stain those with one-night stands.Â
Every time he sat on the couch where he watched you leave, for some reason he waited for you to come back. It was stupid; he knew that, but maybe one day you would. And if it wasnât you, he prayed that at least it was someone just like you.Â
Maybe thatâs what he was looking for every other night. Sometimes they were good enough to make him forget, but most of the time, they werenât. They werenât even close to that, because he thought about your lips when he kissed someone else, he thought about your hands when he felt his hair being pulled softly, he thought about your legs when he had someone elseâs wrapped around him, he thought about your eyes when he looked at anyone else.Â
Just when he thinks heâs getting over you, something happens that pulls him back in, and he thinks itâs slowly killing him inside.Â
Tonight was one of those nights. He was at the club with some of his mates, his mind fully enjoying his surroundings, not a trace of you up there, until that song started playing, that stupid song that you used to hum when cooking a meal for the both of you, his mind bringing him back to all those times he hugged you from behind as he watched you and helped you, humming along with you and planting soft kisses every now and then. Or when you were taking a shower and didnât care to keep it down, and he would just enjoy the little concert while he laid on your shared bed, waiting for you to come back to him. Or when you played it in repeat every time you were in the car, messing up a few words even though you had heard it a million times. God, he hated that he got a little sick of it back then.
He stopped moving immediately, and instead, he looked around him, only to spot everyone else dancing along with the melody.Â
Did no one else care about what that song meant? Did no one else think of you?Â
But there was one main topic invading his mind. Did you also think of him when you heard that song? Did you remember all the little moments? Do you even think of him anymore? There was only one way to find out, and even though he promised he wouldnât do it anymore, he just needed to know.Â
Lando took his phone out of his pocket and started walking away from his group, already looking up your contact.Â
âHey mate, where are you going?â Max stopped him, catching a glimpse of what was on his screen.Â
âI just need to step outside for a moment.â
Max looked at him in doubt. He knew how stubborn Lando was when it came to you, so no matter how hard he tried to convince him, there was no stopping him. âAlright, just donât do anything stupid.â
Lando nodded, not really caring what he thought, and kept moving until he finally found a way out of the loud club. He clicked on your contact without even thinking, nervousness washing over him when it started to ring. He waited, and waited, and waited, until it went to voicemail.Â
He was not surprised; it has been like that for a while anyway, but he couldnât deny he was a little hurt.Â
Once the beep ended, he cleared his throat, ready to utter all those questions that he had been dying to know, but he didnât even know where to start. You hadnât talked in so long, how was he supposed to ask such things?
âY/N, itâs me, uh- sorry, I know itâs late and youâre probably sleeping right now, or you just saw my name and didnât feel like picking up, which I get, I donât expect you to⊠you know⊠anyway, uh-âÂ
He has no idea where he was going with this, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât think of segue that made sense. What he truly wanted to ask doesnât make sense either.Â
âI know that you probably donât want to see me again- I donât know but, uh- I wanted to tell you that⊠you left your lipgloss in my car- and I was wondering if maybe you wanted it back, I could stop by one of these nights.â He cleared his throat again, mentally cursing himself at how stupid and desperate he sounded. âAnyway, please call me. Bye.âÂ
He hung up and went back to his car, looking for the lipgloss once again and putting it safely in his pocket before making his way back home.Â
Even with alcohol in his system, it was hard for Lando to go to sleep. If he couldnât ask you over the phone, how could he possibly stand before you and say all those things?
In reality, it was simple. He had nothing to lose if he had already lost you, and who knows, maybe you never stopped loving him either.
The last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up. He wanted to see you come back to him, but seeing you again would be enough.
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The next morning, you stared at your phone screen for a little too long, debating whether you should listen to his voicemail or just ignore it.Â
You wanted to hear it so bad, but it took you so long to forget about him that you knew you probably shouldnât. Not that you ever forgot about him completely, no, but just enough to go on with your life and pretend to be fine.Â
Curiosity got the best of you, and before you knew it, you were listening to it. You could tell he had been drinking, the alcohol influence was notorious in his voice, and he sounded unsure of what he was telling you. However, you knew he was telling the truth. You did leave your lipgloss in his car, but there had to be another reason for his call, right?
The day went by and you didnât get back to him, but his voice and words lingered in your mind all the time, and at this point, you had convinced yourself that he had an ulterior motive; why else would he call you at 3 AM, drunk, telling you about something you left in his car months ago?
You would be lying if you said you were never close to giving him a call while being drunk, but your friends never let you do something so stupid, telling you to remember why you left him in the first place, but sometimes you wonder just that: why?
It wasnât because you didnât love him anymore; you did, even now, but the heat of the moment made you utter those words without you realising it until it was too late.Â
Your pride would never let you take it back anyway, so you just left his apartment after packing your stuff, with Lando following every turn you made as he begged for you to listen. Sometimes you wondered what would have happened if you never broke up with him, and instead, you listened to what he was telling you; they werenât excuses, you know he meant every word, and maybe you shouldâve given him one more chance.
You werenât sure why, but your mind decided you should see him. Maybe it wasnât the best idea, but god, he had been living in your mind more than usual, and you needed to know if he truly just wanted to give you your lipgloss, and if not, what were the reasons he had, so you texted him the next morning.
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His heart nearly stopped when he saw your name pop up on his screen. Five simple words that could change everything. Or at least he hoped so.Â
âYou can stop by tonightâ is what the message read, and he immediately started to get nervous.Â
After not getting a response from you the first day, he pretty much gave up and figured you were done with him and would never see you again. He thought you either didnât buy his dumb excuse or didnât care to even listen to his voicemail. But there he was, on his way to see you after four long months.Â
Lando parked outside your apartment, taking a deep breath and rehearsing what heâs been meaning to ask you, his heart pounding with every step he took as he walked towards your door.Â
He kept your lipgloss in his pocket, like he had been doing for the last couple of days, and knocked on your door, a little unsure of how tonight would turn out.Â
The door slowly opened before him, and there you were, standing in front of him as beautiful as always.Â
âHi,â he said nervously as he tried to give you a smile.Â
âHi. You can come in.â You stepped to the side, almost melting at how his delicious scent invaded your nostrils as he walked past you and into your apartment.
âThanks.â He looked around and he felt⊠weird; it was all so familiar yet so strange. That used to be your apartment before you moved in with him, and the memory of all those nights he would stay over came back in a rush. âLove what youâve done with the place.â
âThank you.â
âI see you finally got that lamp,â he said, your eyes following his and finding the green lamp that rested on your console, one that you had been wanting for a while when you still lived with him, but he was never a big fan of it, saying the colour didnât really match with the rest of his apartment.Â
âYeah. I know you always thought the colour was hard to match, but I like it.â
âRight. It looks good,â he said, his eyes finding yours again. âYou look good.â
You didnât know what to say; you wanted to say it back, but something in you didnât let you, so you just nodded and tried to utter a little âthank youâ, but you werenât sure he heard it.Â
âAnyway, uh- I have your lipgloss. I know itâs your favourite one, so I thought I should give it back.â He took it out of his pocket and placed it in your hand. Somehow, it was hard to let it go; it was almost as if he was giving up the last piece of you. he had, apart from the memories.
âThanks,â you said as you took it, your hand brushing his for a split second. You locked eyes with him, waiting for him to say something else, but he didnât. Instead, his gaze dropped to his now empty hands. âIs that really why you are here?â
He thought about it for a moment. No, there were a million reasons he was standing before you right now. He shook his head and took another deep breath, getting ready to finally let it all out.Â
âI miss you,â he looked at you again and saw your intention to say something, probably to stop him from going back to that topic, so he decided to interrupt you. âI know- I know weâve been over this a million times, and a million times you have given me reasons why it canât happen, why we canât happen, but Y/N, for four months Iâve done nothing but miss you and regret how stupid I was for letting you go.âÂ
Unsure of how you would react, he took a step closer to you and tried to hold your hand, almost letting out a sigh of relief when you didnât pull away.Â
âI just need to know, do you miss me? Do you ever think about me, about us?â
You could feel the tears threatening to leave your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to say yes and kiss him, but after how things ended between the two of you, you didnât know if that was a good idea.Â
âYou have no idea how much I wish I could go back and make it right, love you the way you deserve, and show it like I was supposed to. Maybe our time is over, and even if you think itâs better to say goodbye, please donât say goodbye.â
He finally stopped and waited for you to say something. The seconds felt like hours, and it seemed impossible to read your face.
âIâm sorry, Lan.â
âPlease,â he begged, standing even closer to you. âPlease, baby. How can I live without you now that I know what your love feels like, what loving you feels like, and how terrible it is to live without you?â Locking eyes with you, he decided to ask you one more time âDo you miss me?â
His teary gaze was intense, almost suffocating, and you couldnât keep it together any longer. You nodded as your tears started falling down your face, squeezing his big hand back. âBut I donât know if itâs gonna work.â
âYes it will, I will make sure of that. Everything I did wrong the first time, it wonât happen again. I promise.â
âBut what if it doesnât? I canât go through another breakup. Not with you.â Not that he did terrible things, his job was getting in the way of your relationship and you just wished he made an effort to make sure you never felt neglected, but right now, all you could think about was how bad it got for you when you just broke up with him. It was hard to do everything, and you didnât know you could handle it again.
Lando, on the other hand, was sure it would all work out this time if you just gave him one more chance. He was not letting you go, not again.
âI know itâs too much to ask, but please, just give me one more chance. I wonât let it go to waste; Iâll use it so I can spend the rest of my life with you, just like we planned.â Maybe thatâs all you needed to hear. You believed him, but you were somehow scared to give in. âI will never hurt you again, I promise.â
âOkay,â you said, barely above a whisper, so he wasnât completely sure if he had heard you right.
âOkay?â He waited for you to either break his heart again or to make him the happiest man alive.
âYes,â was all you said, leaving all your pride and insecurities behind as you hugged him as tight as you could, almost as if you were making up for all those times you needed his touch but didnât have it.
Lando had more tears in his eyes than before, but they were happy tears now. âCome back, baby, you can bring that lamp.â You let out a genuine laugh for the first time in a while, enjoying the way he was embracing you.
He pulled away and looked at you, as lovingly as always. He couldnât believe you were his again. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, he was begging with his eyes to kiss you again.
It probably had to be you to make the move this time, you thought, since he was the one that had the courage to do what you didnât. So you did, you closed the gap between you and finally tasted his lips again. It was long and full of love, the kiss transmitting what the words couldnât.
âI love you,â he whispered as he pulled away, with his forehead resting against yours as he caressed all of you.
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after the curtain falls. lmh
lee know x gn!reader â spring was a season welcomed by all. what a pity that the notion of âallâ exempted you.
genre/s â angst, fluff, its just hurt-comfort, university au âą 2.9k words
warning/s â break-up aftermath, profanity, commitment issues, minho gets called a bad bf (sorry), there's a twist i swear !
note â its quite literally been a year since i last wrote a fic so i would love to know how the quality of my writing is !! feedback is greatly appreciated đ«¶
2024 â starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.
Spring was never supposed to be this lifeless.
It was a season of new beginnings, where growth is celebrated and life is nurtured back into full bloom. A time of bright colors and freshly scented air floating all throughout the expanse of space, bringing soft smiles of comfort towards anyone who takes it in. Springtime was welcomed by all.
What a pity that the notion of âallâ exempted you.
You didnât know why your spring was so vastly different from the others near you. Youâd like to think that your winter started off just as normal as everybody else: watching the crisp fallen leaves on the ground get replaced by a fresh coat of snow, feeling the familiar prick of the icy seasonâs breeze on your skin as your body tried to suppress a giggling shiver, as well as seeing puffs of steam come out of every warm breath you took, reminding you that despite the cold weather, you still held a warmth inside of you.
Just who would have known that your spring would be the complete opposite, with your heart frosted over despite the rising temperatures? But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew exactly why. You would never want to catch yourself admitting it, but maybe it was the way your winter ended in a snowstorm of emotions.
It wasnât every winter that someone had a fight that could completely shatter an intricately built mosaic. It also wasnât every winter that you would watch your other half walk out of your life without so much of a single falter.
You knew so damn well that it wasnât every winter that you could get your heart broken.
Perhaps that was why you allowed your heart to get glazed over by ice. After all, it was the only thing keeping it together without requiring you to spend too much effort. Sure, it melted a bit every now and then, but it was easier to freeze liquid than it was to achieve the complete opposite.
It was for the same reason that you found solace in the springtime evenings, where it resembled even half of the winter that was keeping you human. The dimmed atmosphere of the surroundings was able to neutralize all the parading palettes of color, leaving you with a monochrome wonderland that was much more comforting to the eye.
The walk back to your dorm building wasnât anything special. It really wasnât supposed to, nor did you expect something to happen. You had just gotten over the hurdles of coursework back in the schoolâs library when you decided to call it a day, peacefully trek back to your dorm room, and get to sleep the hours away until duty calls. That was how your evening was supposed to go.
Except it didnât.
When you first saw a figure more or less passed out near the lower steps of your dorm building, you were visibly concerned. Why wouldnât you be? At this time of the day, it would be dangerous to just leave yourself undefended in public. That, and who in their right mind would be willing to snooze away amidst the midnight breeze?
That was enough for you to start a little jog toward them. Was this person locked out? Were they drunk? Should you help them? All sorts of questions popped into your head as you got closer to the steps the figure took as their bed for the night.
And yet all those same questions vanished into thin air the moment you caught a glimpse of the personâs face.
ââMinho?â
His name came out of your lips so frail, as if any stronger, and the scene before you would shatter into nothingness, telling you once again that it was all in your head. That you had wished to see him again.
It was almost comical just how fast the sight of him brought back the familiar prick in your eyesâthe tears fighting the crisp blow of the wind to keep themselves at bay. This wasnât how your evening was supposed to go.
Granted, the fight between you was a petty one. Well, not more so petty than sudden since it literally blew up out of nowhere. It started off with a question about commitment. Arguably simple one of where you saw each other in a few years. You had gone first after you asked, rambling happily about graduation and living together. Minho chuckled along with your plans, and to you, he even seemed glad to hear them.
Yet, when the topic of marriage was brought up, his smile immediately turned blank.
Of course, you noticed his drastic change of mood right away. What kind of significant other would you be if you didnât? But when you reached out to ask him what was wrong, he merely brushed it off as being tired.
Except that both you and him had done nothing but lay around the whole day.
Maybe you, too, had a fault in all of this. You prodded him more about the topic, not knowing you were agitating a ticking time bomb running out of time. If you only knew, then it shouldnât have come as a surprise that he eventually exploded, spitting out that he wasnât too sure about marriage.
In your view, that would have been fine. You were willing to talk it out; perhaps he had other plans for the both of you that would settle just fine in yours. There was no way youâd pressure Minho into doing something he didnât feel like doing. You had too much love and respect for him to do so.
It was in an unfortunate turn of events that you had to find out the sentiment wasnât shared in the same way you did, as when he slammed your roomâs door shut after expressing that it wouldnât work out, he took a piece of your heart with him that left you incomplete on the days that followed.
And yet, there he was again. Marching into your life like nothing ever happened.
In a blinding flash of hot white fury, you marched up to Minhoâs peaceful figure, blissfully unaware of the chaos headed his way. Your body shook in the repressed burst of energy, trying not to lose yourself in public despite the area devoid of people. After reaching him in less than a minute, you saw no hesitation in leaning down to wake him.
âMinho,â you grasped at his right shoulder, trying to shake him out of slumber. You saw the action as intense in a way that was borderline frantic, not a care for the state of the joint you had grabbed. After all, why would you? Yet, while youâd like to believe you did a great job at expressing your displeasure, a small voice pestering at the back of your mind begged to say otherwise.
It was a mere whisperâdirected at the act you just committed, one that shouldnât even bother you in the slightest. Yet, it did. So painfully so.
That kind of gentleness isnât reserved for a heart swirling in rage.
The slight squeeze in your heart at the notion only made you grit your teeth further in displeasure. Curse your damned heart for keeping its fondness for the man before you. The same man who was still up in dreamland while you were fighting your own war at the present. You clicked your tongue in building irritation.
âWake up, or else Iâm leaving you out here to freeze.â With one last shove, Minho finally came back to Earth.
You watched as he fluttered his eyes open, ignoring the warmth that seemed to spread over you once you got a glimpse of his big almond eyes. Minho sure took his sweet time to process his surroundings, causing you to purse your lips in uncertainty when his gaze lingered on your figure towering over him a bit too long with an unexplainable emotion.
âHi,â he mumbled slowly, a small smile ghosting on his rosy lips. âEven in my dreams, you never fail to look so lovely.â
Cold air filled your lungs as you sucked in a breath at his words. You hated the way he easily melted the ice that you had covered your heart in. Without even meaning to, Minho had already managed to tear down the first layer of protection you had set up to keep yourself sane. There were a lot of things you wanted to tell him back, but you held your tongue. This wasnât the right time.
Nor would that time ever come.
âItâs not a dream,â you opted to inform him of what was left of the goodness in your heart, partly feeling guilty for his disoriented state. âGet up, Minho. Itâs cold out here.â
âYouâreâwhat, wait!â
Minho scrambled frantically from his seated position on the dorm buildingâs steps, clumsily finding his balance to get up. The rush of suddenly standing after a nap came over him like a wave, causing him to stumble with a groan as he let the blood that came up settle. You sighed at Minhoâs efforts, turning back around to continue your way towards the entrance.
âYou should go back home.â
âI wonât!â He replied in haste, pure desperation seeping over his words. âNot again. Not when I spend every passing hour regretting that I did back then when I clearly shouldnât have.â
You felt your world still at what Minho had just said. Did you hear it correctly?
âPlease, Y/N.â
Minhoâs footsteps echoed in your mind, telling you that he was moving closer. But your body had yet to listen to the warning bells you had set off, keeping you still in the same place you had stopped in. You surprised yourself with the small whimper that escaped your lips after feeling warmth radiating right behind you.
âCanâcan I hug you?â
And just like that, the dam broke as the first fits of sobs spluttered out of your body in waves, barely getting contained as Minho wrapped you with his arms firmly. You turned to face him just to throw weak punches at his chest. âI hate you so much!â
âI know,â he said, hugging you tighter, as if you would disappear the moment he eased his hold. âI know you do.â
âDo you know how hurt I was? How could you just leave me like that!â
âI donât know,â Minho answers again, completely giving in to your inner turmoil. He let you dampen his hoodie with your tears without any reference. âI was stupid.â
âSo stupid!â
âVery stupid,â he repeats your words without hesitation, finally pulling back slightly to see your tear-stained face, gently wiping the fresh drops that escaped with his thumb.
You cursed the way your body naturally leaned into his touch. You disliked the way his voice soothed your running mind from the horrors it placed upon yourself. You hated the way you felt comforted by his presence, the same way he hurt you with his absence.
And most of all, you despised the way you couldnât bring yourself to stay mad at him.
âIâm sorry,â Minho said heavily, visibly trying to keep his own tears at bay. âI know that wonât fix all the things that happened, but I still wanted to let you know.â
You exhaled shakily.
âIâI wonât force you to accept my apology,â he continued. âBut pleaseâGod, Y/N. I donât think Iâd be able to handle you telling me to go home and never fixing us. I wouldnât survive in this world without you by my side. I promise Iâll do better for you. Iâll reflect on what I need to, justââ
Minho breathed in deeply.
âGive me another chance.â
The two of you breathed in unison for the first time in weeks.
âCut!â
âNice,â Jisungâs squeal of joy could be heard throughout the wide space, carefully fumbling with his video camera to watch the sceneâs replay. âThat was a great take!â
Seungmin groans at the noise level. âSeriously, would it hurt you to keep it down? Some people are already asleep,â he scoffs, really not wanting to deal with a complaint filed against them this late into the night.
The younger of the two only juts his lower lip forward into a childish pout. âBut itâs only midnight. Weâre in university. Who gets to sleep that early in university?â Seungmin only bites back a retort after sensing genuine confusion in Jisungâs tone.
âWhatever,â he grumbled.
At the sound of their bickering, the late nightâs breeze didnât seem to be as frosty as it was a few minutes ago. You distantly hear Seungmin and Jisung continue to talk, now finding themselves in a heated discussion about the next scene. A light chuckle was heard coming from the man still holding you.
âWell, Iâm glad that theyâre having fun,â Minho comments, greatly amused at the duo. You felt his gaze drop down towards your head, still resting on his shoulder. âFeeling okay?â
You could only nod at his query, too exhausted from enacting the scene that just finished. He hummed at your non-verbal approach to answering, running a hand through your hair to soothe your dropping emotions.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little mind of yours?â You let out a soft giggle at his wording before snuggling yourself closer to his figure. Minho lets you do your thing with a smile.
âLetâs not ever do that.â
âDo what, love?â He asks, requesting that you elaborate. You listened to his heartbeat thump calmly before speaking up.
âBreak up,â you said, the thought leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. âI donât like the feeling. It hurts.â
Minho laughs again, but this time it was aimed at you. âWell, of course itâs going to hurt,â he says with a light tone. âYouâre going to be losing me!â You slapped his arm in annoyance.
âYou are such an ass, Lee Minho!â
âOwâhold on!â He chokes out in between chuckles. Minho takes hold of the hand that was assaulting his arm, slipping it into his own and entangling both of your fingers. You couldnât help the heat that washed over your face at the intimate action. Minho seemed satisfied with your reaction. âIf it makes you feel better, itâs going to hurt me too.â
You pull away to raise a brow at his statement. âWhy? Since youâll be single?â Minho pretends to think for a second.
âI mean, I guess?â You shot him an icy glare at his admission, but the tender smile he gave back at you made your angry facade falter in an instant. It looks like on-screen you had the same issues with their own Minhoâboth being undeniably weak when it came to them.
âStop giving me that look,â you sigh amidst a smile you were suppressing.
âWhat look?â
âThat look,â you say, almost in a breath as you struggle to chase the words out of your mouth. âThe one when you look at me like Iâm the only person in this world.â
It was a look youâve seen too many times. One that he would give you both at the most intimate of moments and the most random of times. You see it when you wake up in the morning to him already awake beside you; you saw it when you squealed in joy after winning a prize from those rigged claw machines in the arcade across town; and you see it especially when he sees you waiting outside his classâ building after an extensive lecture, holding two cups of coffee for both you and him. It was from those times that you realizedâit was Minhoâs gaze of unfiltered love for you.
Minho pulls you back into his arms, still unable to let go of his endearing grin. Your head finds its way back into the crevice of his neck, finding home in it once again, like second nature.
âThatâs because you are the only person in my world.â
âWe beg to differ.â
Minho could only roll his eyes at the eerily synchronized voices of Jisung and Seungmin, leaving you to crumble into fits of laughter. He scoffs before replying, âIf I lose my beloved darling, then you guys are losing an actor.â
âWell, you wouldnât be trying to salvage your relationship if you stopped being such a shit boyfriend!â Jisung bites back at Minhoâs threat.
âWhat, so you would rather watch us be all lovey-dovey in front of you? I didnât take you for that kind of person, Jisung.â
âSeungmin, heâs fighting me again!â
âWhat am I, your mom?â
The night continued on in blissful laughter and amused smiles, finally fitting for the season of spring. Even with the chilled breeze of the evening air, the warmth exuding from the four of you would remain, defrosting the ice you had layered on your heart for the scene given to you. Deep in your mind, you knew that this was really how your night was supposed to go.
That as much as you loved creating little scenarios for your friendsâ films, youâd always prefer the life you had after the curtain falls.
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sorry for anyone tagged that didn't want to be !! i used my old mastertag from a year ago for this fic. i'll be creating a new one soon, so kindly just tell me if you want to be included still đ€
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â ethereal! â ⊠aaron hotchner
warnings: plus size!reader, talks about insecurities, talks abt body image issues and insecurities, but it gets a little suggestive towards the end ;)
a/n: comfort fic for big girls like me <3 i wrote this when i was feeling a little down and i didnât have the gut to finish it but here we go đ€ i know everyone is probably tired of a chubby!reader fic where she is insecure but believe me when i say that every fic i write i always have a plus size reader in mind, this is just more specific i hope this doesnât rub yall the wrong way đ«¶
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you are bigger than what society claims how you should be. you always shop in the guys station when you're out because the large sizes in the girls area just didn't make sense. you have more flesh and fat in some areas that sometimes it makes you insecure but other times make you feel like you're pretty.
you do think youâre pretty.
sometimes.
but when you donât, you just donât.
to be with someone is to also accept their flaws and problems. and aaron thinks he has a lot of problems. problems that can be seen as a burden for some people.
but not to you.
never to you.
âhey sweetheart.â aaron muttered in a small voice as he wrapped his hands around your hips. head tucking in the crook of your neck. âyou look absolutely stunning.â he press kisses at the sides of your neck making you flush.
âthank you, baby.â turning your head to give his lips a soft peck. your eyes moved back to the mirror in front of you, staring at your reflection. the sage green dress didnât look the same on you as it did on the first time. a frown takes over your face.
aaron picks up on this immediately, âwhatâs wrong?â his rough hands massaging your chubby hips. his chin resting on your shoulder, as he stared into your eyes through the mirror.
ânothing.â you shook your head, eyes turned downwards, âi just liked the way i looked in this dress last week. now, itâs justâ i donât know. itâs different now.â
a sigh made aaron furrow his eyebrows, âwhat do you mean? you look gorgeous then, you look gorgeous now.â he insisted, thumbs softly caressing your sides.
you shrugged, you didnât know how to explain it. âi donât now, its just weird. i have this thing were if i look at myself for too long then iâll notice everything thatâs wrong with me.â inside of your cheeks bitten in frustration, you donât like being weak in front of aaron. not when heâs so strong.
aaronâs heart dropped at your words. he turned you around, eyes determined and sharp, âyou are the most beautiful, precious, prettiest person i have laid my eyes on.â he started, your mouth opened to reject but one look from aaron has you shutting your mouth, âand youâre so so sexy.â he almost whines, forehead pressing against yours. âi sometimes canât think straight when i look at you.â the corners of your mouth curved upwards, making aaron melt, âi love everything about you.â a kiss to your nose, âand i know my words wonât probably shut those nasty thoughts in your head i hope i can at least quiet them.â
âaaron-â your eyes widen as he went on his knees, his slacks straining against his thighs, âyouâre gonna be late for work-â
he ignored you, grabbing the back of your thick thighs, scrunching the dress of your fabric up, making way for his lips to attack your skin, âyouâre so hot.â a nibble on your thigh made you whimper, âfuck, i love the sounds you make.â
your hands went to tangle in his dark locks, âbaby, you donât have to do this-â
he groaned, breath hot on your skin, âi love it when you call me baby.â his fingers trailed the edge of your panties. squeezing the soft fat there, âyouâre fucking ethereal. heaven sent just for me.â he whispered, leaving kisses all around your thighs. âyou are everything to me.â he repeated, his brown eyes looking up at you softly, molten irises full of love and desire for you.
for you.
for you.
for you.
âeverything.â he whispered softly, beggingâ pleading for you to understand.
and maybe these insecurities wonât fully go away, but aaron definitely did help made you feel better. so much better.
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Can you recommend joel miller series?
Hii, of course!đ
Iâm sure some of them have been recommended many many times before but thatâs just bc theyâre actually THAT good, so here are the ones that Iâve read multiple times by now Ëá”Ë
You want feels? You want emotions? You want drama and love? Overprotective hot Joel Miller?Read this:
i know who you are by @punkshort
What about a good slow-burn playing in Jackson where you just canât help but want more from Joel than just a one night stand but it will take time? Here you go:
a strangerâs heart without a home by @morning-star-joy
As if these werenât already enough emotional, get ready for this two-parter that will absolutely WRECK you in the best way possibleđ I never knew hurt/no comfort could ever be so beautiful:
âYouâre the loss of my lifeâ by @stylesispunk (warning: I cried ever time Iâve read this and itâs been about like five times đđ) also: another INCREDIBLE writer, you can honestly just read through her entire masterlist, you will NOT regret it!!!!!đđŒđ«¶đŒ
THIS is THE hurt/comfort series! I absolutely love the structure of this story so much, Iâve read it like four times already hahađŹ Joel is just so irresistible that even after 20 years, this man has the audacity to captivate you again. Get ready for a wild ride of emotions with this:
Woman by @dancingtotuyo
But these arenât enough? You want even more angst? You want to see Joel truly REGRET things? This oneâs for you:
invisible string by @toomanystoriessolittletime
Okay, weâve cried and screamed enough, time for something a little bit more gentle. Something that will pull you in and just not let you go? With just a bit of angst but the wonderful rom-com vibes that we all love? With the perfect neighbour!Joel storyline? This is the one:
Nicest Things by @schnarfer
Now what about a perfectly outlined AU with a fresh start and leaving the past behind only to find a hot Joel Miller as a sheriff?? If youâre interested:
somewhere to run by @punkshort (a second mention, so honestly, you can read absolutely everything she wrote, sheâs an absolute genius and Iâm in AWE of her talent)
Okay, now this one has become a Joel Miller classic but how dare I not mention it. Itâs complicated, itâs unsure, but literally both are in love with each other and itâs perfect earning and UGH just incredible:
texas sun by @from-the-clouds
What about sneaking around with hot Jackson!Joel who cares all too much about Ellie but is also just so enthralled by you? Too jealous to let anyone else touch you but too much of an idiot to put a label on it? Here we go:
But I Would Die For You In Secret by @wheresarizona (I have to put a quick extra note right here: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read everything by her!!!! Learning to Live (Javier Peña x Reader) is literally one of my all time favourite series across all of the fandoms Iâm in and September is also just INSANE, the writing talent this woman has is out of this world!!!!)
What do we want? THE SWEETEST JOEL? Where can we find him? RIGHT HERE! Get ready for just the most comfortable fic youâll probably ever find and just UGH the cutest fucking Joel Miller:
Elks by @whocaresstillthelouvre
Loner Joel that makes you feel less lonely after you find your place in Jackson? Ooooh, that sounds good, right? Well, this story was perfectly written and you can read all about it here:
Yearling by @justagalwhowrites (edit: I realised way too late that this incredible writer also writes Lavender, which I read through on AO3 and I seriously couldnât put my phone down and talked to my bestie who doesnât even know about tlou and got her to read it!)
OKAY NOW LISTEN. This writer right here is one of my all time faves and Iâve read this series too many times to count and I just canât get enough of it. SO, a perfectly written relationship with Joel Miller that gets you through the day of the Outbreak, all through those 20 years and even during your adventure with Ellie. This right here. You NEED to read this:
A Future Together by @kteague (note: if you want the best Frankie Morales fic ever, read Because Of You, istg the amount of times Iâve read it is insane and I still go back to it and re-read bc I just- itâs just- I canât even put it into words)
I think we need some humour. Weâve had hurt, weâve had comfort, romance, but what about a good collection of one shots that you can laugh to? Who wouldâve thought going through a pregnancy can look this fun? Well, with someone like Joel Miller by your side, of course:
Joel Dealing with his Preggo Wife by @pedge-page
Most of the stories above have some smut in them (some more, some less), BUT, I know you guys. And I know myself. And I know that sometimes all you need is a good hoey story (Yes, I may have just made that word up). What do you do when you have a shitty boyfriend who lives with his hot fucking hunk of a single dad? Exactly, you fuck the dad:
boyfriendâs dad!joel by @joelscruff
Buuuuuuuut, what if you want to be live in a bit more delulu world where you can be a hot singer with a hot bodyguard that has to try to keep his hands off of you as hard as possibly can but just snaps? Warning: Hot hot HOT! Hehe, well, then I think you might enjoy this:
Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star by @mermaidgirl30
I also have to add: thereâs one series where you match with Joel on Bumble (I think⊠maybe it was TinderâŠ) where Ellie and Sarah created a profile for him and I remember reading and absolutely LOVING it, but I canât find itđđ so, if anyone else knows what Iâm talking about, pls let me know! In the meantime, Iâm keeping a placeholder for it here:
single dad!Joel Miller with daughters that just want whatâs best for him by a fucking genius writer
I hope thereâs something on here for everyone to enjoy! Ëá”Ë
If anyone has more recs that they think deserve a mention, please let me know or just mention them in the comments!!âșïž Thereâs so many amazing authors, I just went down my likes and saw what I had saved and what I remembered really enjoying, but I know thereâs a lot more!!đ«¶đŒđ€
#Joel miller x reader#fic rec#fic recs#recommendations#what Maddie read#Joel miller#series#tlou#angst#hurt#hurt/comfort#smut#fluff
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could you do a Robin fic where reader forgets her diary at Robin's house after a sleepover (they're childhood best friends) and Robin decides to take a peek when she sees what reader wrote about her and all the things reader wants Robin to do to her, and then Robin does those things to her. Idk if this is a good request so if you don't like it don't do it. Anyways, love your fics!! đ©·
I love my baby Rob
I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting đ«¶đ»
Dear diary
YN and Robin had been best friends for years. They met in elementary school and haven't been apart since. They told each other everything and nothing was a secret when it came to each other. Except for one little thing, Y/N never told Robin. Y/N never came out to Robin or told her she was in love with her. Y/N knew Robin liked girls, she knew before Robin told her. Y/N wished she had come out when Robin did, but she was scared.
Watching Robin grow into an attractive and mature woman was hard for Y/N. She always wanted to call it a small school crush, but it was past the crushing level.
Y/N didn't have other friends she wanted to share the information with, so she wrote it in her diary.
After the sleepover Y/N had with Robin last night, she had a lot to write about. She unpacked her bag and kept an eye out for her diary. She felt panic seep in her bones when the bag was empty and the diary was nowhere to be seen.
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"I'm always amazed by how blue her eyes are. It gets hard to follow what she says because she is so distracting."
"We watched another movie tonight. It was her pick so I didn't understand the movie. But I loved listening to her reviews."
"We walked through the rain and I only thought about kissing her."
"I need to stop buying her rings. It's getting too attractive."
"I love the way she holds my hand through the store."
"I love it when she picks on Steve, sometimes he deserves it."
"I wish she'd kiss me."
"I wish she'd rent a horror film and let me hide in her arms. Baby me and slip me on her lap and take my breath away with her body."
Robin slammed the diary shut as she felt guilt rushing through her. She knew all of her best friend's deepest thoughts. Stuff she never guessed Y/N thought about. But Robin couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach. Her best friend liked her, and really liked her.
Robin chewed at her bottom lip as she weighed out her options. She wasn't sure if she should admit she read it or not. Would Y/N be pissed?
Yeah, probably Robin! You read about her secret crush on you
Robin jumped as she heard the phone ring. She set the book down on her bed and walked out to the kitchen. She answered and tried to keep her breathing normal.
"Hey Rob, did I leave a book there?" Y/N asked, nervously chewing on her nails. She hoped Robin didn't open it, or noticed that it was a diary not just a book.
"Um yeah, it...was on my floor! Yeah right there on the floor. Do you want me to bring it to school tomorrow? Or I could bike there right now. I think it might rain but I ha-"
"Tomorrow is fine, Rob. I'll see you in the morning," Y/N laughed as she hung up. She was used to Robin's rambles so she didn't think twice about it.
"I'm fucked," Robin said to herself as she slammed the phone on the wall.
~~~
Robin burned fire on her driveway as she paced. Y/N would be here any moment and Robin was horrible at seeming nonchalant. Her brain kept seeing the words written on the paper.
Robin took a deep breath as Y/N pulled up. She got in the car and tried to focus on being calm.
"Morning, Rob" Y/N said with a smile
Robin sent her a smile and handed over the book. Robin felt her stomach get tight as Y/N looked up and stared into her eyes. Was she thinking about how blue they were?
"What is it? It doesn't have a title or anything" Robin asked, not sure if she was making herself suspicious or in the clear
"Like a little journal. Nothing important in it," Y/N shrugged and tossed it in the backseat.
Robin nodded and left it at that.
~~~
Now that Robin knew about the crush, she wanted to do something about it. She has had a crush on Y/N since she could remember.
"Horror? for Y/N? Since when?" Steve asked as Robin checked out the film.
"She happens to want to watch one," Robin said, as she rolled her eyes. "Which I know because I'm her best friend. Just two girls watching a movie...together as friends. Sure, we might hide under a blanket but it's all just as friends!"
"You okay?"Steve asked, he eyed Robin with suspicion. He watched as her face got red and she stuttered a little more.
"What is with the investigation? It's a movie date! Not a date! It's not a date, just a movie with a friend"
"Movie with a friend sounds fun," Steve said, still worried about the girl as she raced out of the shop.
~
Robin might have covered her fingers in pretty rings. And she might have applied a clear gloss and sprayed perfume on her neck.
"Steve recommended this movie so I thought we should give the dingus a shot to be right for once," Robin said as she clicked play on the film. Both girls under the same blanket as Y/N picked at the bowl of popcorn.
Y/N laughed at the dig at Steve, but she was excited it was a horror film.
As the movie played, the closer Y/N got to Robin's warm body. The bowl of popcorn was moved to the table as Y/N launched herself into Robin's arms and hid her face in her neck.
Y/N silently purred to herself as she smelt the perfume on her skin. She smelled addicting.
"You don't have to be scared, I got you, sweetheart." Robin cooed as she wrapped her arm around Y/N.
Y/N felt her heart race, she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"Thanks," she whispered shyly
"Just a movie, I'll protect you," Robin said, she looked down but couldn't see her face. "Would you want to...sit in my lap?"
Robin felt herself hold her breath as the question hung in the air. She prayed Y/N wouldn't think too hard and connect the dots.
Before Y/N could answer, Robin's arms were already yanking her over. Y/N felt her stomach flutter as she slipped on Robin's lap. She sat face to face with Robin, the movie lost in the background.
"What are you doing?" Y/N whispered, her eyes lost in the ocean blue of Robin's eyes.
"Taking your breath away," Robin whispered as she leaned in
Y/N felt pounding in her chest...and in between her legs as Robin cupped her face. The coldness of her chunky rings sent shivers down her spine.
Y/N held her breath as Robin closed the space between them. Her glossy lips were delicately pressed against hers. Y/N moaned as she kissed Robin back. Y/N's arms moved up to wrap around Robin's neck, deepening the kiss.
Robin kept one hand on her face and the other one moved down Y/N's back and slipped underneath her shirt. The feeling of Y/N's bare skin on her hand made Robin burn with desire.
Robin licked Y/N's bottom lip, asking to take the kiss to another level. Y/N happily agreed, opening her mouth as their tongues touched.
Y/N couldn't help but rock her hips against Robin, her hands moved into Robin's hair. She yanked and tugged as Robin growled.
Needing air, they pulled back. They panted as they looked at each other. A shy smile on Robin's face as Y/N looked shocked it all happened.
"I read your diary. I know that it was wrong, but I read too much. I know you like me and I like you too. I'm sorry for invading your privacy but I couldn't ignore what I read. I've liked you for so long and never had the right words to say." Robin explained, still a little breathless.
"I feel like I should be mad, but I got what I wanted." Y/N smiled
"I've always wanted to kiss you too," Robin confessed, her thumb softly pulling on Y/N's bottom lip.
"What do we do now?" Y/N asked
"I ask if you want to be my girlfriend? I think? I'm not sure most of Steve's stories end at the kiss and he doesn't see them again." Robin said
"Girlfriend sounds perfect," Y/N smiled
They shared a smile before their lips smashed together.
Maybe Y/N should leave her diary around more often.
#robin buckley fanfic#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley#robin buckley x fem!reader#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley fluff#robin buckley fluff x female reader#ashwhowrites#robin buckley requests
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Sometimes i forgot how tall Capitano is compared to the other playable characters like đ i think i'll have a neck problem everytime i have to look at him face to face đ (below 5 feet gang where u at âđ)
Just imagine Capitano having to crane his neck down whenever he is talking to his s/o who's really short is just so funny to me. To the point that he also have a neck problem too đ so now he just pick up his s/o whenever they are talking or maybe his s/o uses something to elevate themself so that they are eye to eye level.
Also the thought of him getting scolded by his s/o and he is just đ§ââïž while looking down at them đ and then there are his subordinates just watching their lord got an earful in the distance đż
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Side note: I really need to contain myself bcs ueueueueueue Capitano the man u really are đ©đđđđđ i love u so much why are u so PERFECTAKSBAOSBAKDBWUDB- if i keep typing more, there will be no end of it đ
(Hello smooches, i hope that u are doing well! I honestly can't wait for ur new Dottore fic omg đ© just the thought of how Omega trying to become Prime Dottore for reader is just so goooooooooood bcs sure, he can make his facial feature look exactly like real Zandik. But, can he even replicate Zandik's complex feelings towards reader? AKSJAIWKQOAJQSJSBH- I LOVE IT SO MUCH-)
Firstly, i've been 4"9 for YEARS so i understand you đ. Capitano would need to BEND down for me đđ I've been seeing a bunch of pics of playable characters next to him and they're tiny!! I'm honestly happy with his model! đđ Also, even if you're pretty tall, I think you'd still have to lift your neck a bit for Capitano...
I know Capitano would feel so bad about putting your neck in pain and apologize (even though it's not anyone's fault), however, he can't help but think you look really cute from this view! Especially if you're scolding him about being safe and whatnot, it's hard to take you seriously, but of course he still takes your words to heart because you're his beloved and he cares you!!!! (Also, reader sitting on his shoulder too 𫶠so high up!!) Or reader makes him lay down, so they can be on top or the side of him so it's easier to speak đ
(I WROTE THE SCOLDING PART BEFORE I READ THE REST OF YOUR ASK- okay great minds think alike đ„ anon đ€) But yes, the soldiers standing there awkwardly trying to ignore the whole LECTURE you're giving their Harbinger đŁ Actually, i think some of them are happy you give him a peace of your mind because 1. it shows you love him 2. they actually care about him but they can't be direct like you... 3. they're probably part of your fan club
PLS FEEL FREE TO SEND MORE CAPITANO BRAIN ROT đ„ ANON I ALWAYS LOVE IT <3 I hope you are doing well too! I am very happy you're excited for the new Dottore fic bc i also love the concept of it as well!! Just the idea of him being selfish enough to finally keep you to himself, while simultaneously doing what he thinks will make you happy, the "perfect" lover that Prime could never be.
These looks were different from the ones who gave him all those years ago. You werenât falling in love with a mere segment of Zandik, you were falling in love with âZandikâ himself.
#smooches talks#đ„ anon#im so glad bc im actually really excited to write that fic#and i also want to write my capitano fic too#Capitano#being the man that he is#doesnât know how to express his love to you properly. You offer to teach him and help him figure out which love language feels best.#that man that u are indeed capitano...
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Omg âclassicsâ for clegan plsssss đ„ș
classics - muse a tends to muse bâs wounds with more care than necessary
So. This fic may have gotten out of a hand and may or may not be 14.5k, 7k of which are them making out and smutting đ
So Nonnie, if you'd like a redo of the prompt with really 100% h/c and fluff, send me another ask and I'll keep it general audience, I promise đ„čâ€ïž Also a huge shoutout to @soliloquy-dawn for single handedly beating the slump out of me for this fic, I was stuck on 4k for three weeks and then wrote 10k in one, for which I also have to thanks all my fellow sprinters on Discordđ„čđ«¶đ» And, a happy birthday to @amiserableseriesofevents !!! Thank you for all the wounderful fics you constantly post, the countless sprints you do with me, I wish you all the good in the world đ Consider this my humble gift for an amazing person celebrating another year of life â€ïž This is my first time writing an actual smut so I'm really nervous about this one lmao but I hope you'll like it đđ»đđ»đ„č
Tell Me You're Going To Be Alright (I Don't Want The World To Turn Without You) | Buck x Bucky
Summary : Perhaps life really only started when he opened the door to his room in flight school and shook hands with Gale Cleven. Perhaps the twenty-four years before that were only to learn how his legs and arms worked to get him to this moment, where he learned how his heart did. Or After the Regensburg Mission, John cannot forget just how close he came to losing Gale forever. He copes how he can, tending to Gale's wounds, and holding him when the adrenaline leaves him and Gale can't keep up the officer façade anymore. He lets Gale take care of the cuts that adorned his face even though John had forgotten them. And then, when all the wounds have been treated, desperation to feel just how alive the other still is settles in, like a wildfire of urgency that not even the presence of their men a few feet away can soothe.
Snippet :
âYou did so good, darlinâ,â his lips attach themselves to Galeâs temple as another one of those broken noises pierces through his soul. âBrought your boys to safety the best way you could.â He thinks of the mangled body of a radioman and how easily it couldâve been Gale. Tightens his hold until thereâs no telling where one of them begins and where the other ends.Â
âYou did so, so good, Gale.â He keeps on whispering in Galeâs ear, rubbing soothing circles on his back, and pressing kisses anywhere he can reach until Gale isnât shaking as much anymore, tremors receding and replaced by a heavy blanket of exhaustion that sends him further into Johnâs chest. John doesnât budge, stays rooted to his spot like the old oak tree in his motherâs garden, sheltering the house from rain and storms.Â
Minutes later, Gale shifts and clears his throat, the sound dulled by John's shirt before he starts to pull away. Johnâs heart screams and thrashes with wanting to bring him closer once again, but he knows better than to force Gale to lose control, knows the other is probably ashamed that he felt the need to be comforted. The anger simmering in his blood at that is cold and familiar enough for John to ignore it, preferring instead to stroke his thumb back and forth over Gale's cheekbone. A light smile pulls at his lips when Gale leans into the touch, a sigh leaving him as he nuzzles his cheek against Johnâs palm, as though the space has been carved just for him- John is certain itâs the case.
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‷ leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader
masterlist
⥠fandom | percy jackson and the heroes of olympus
⥠includes | best friends with hints of romantic feelings (if I ever find the energy to make a part two, itâd actually be cool đ), barely any angst to comfort, collective adhd levels being off the charts, yapping.
⥠in which | y/n and leo sharing a common love for designing and building things <3, reader and leo, both have nightmares (not described too vividly), reader uses swear words <3.
⥠a/n | jdkfcjqdkb I wrote this and forgot to post it ;-; anyway, this is one of my new fav leo fics i've ever written bc I get to geek out 𫶠+ the technical part of this is inspired by my love for fast and furious + my new interest in f1, so enjoy!!
⥠wc | 1.0k
âźâË y/nâs pov
âare you ready, child of athena?â a godâs voice boomed around us. I took a few steps to the front to be side-by-side with my brother, malcolm pace.
âyouâre not leaving me, now of all timesââ
âiâm sorry, mou ilios, I have to. you know I do.â
âmal, please, Iâ whoâs going to lead the cabin if youâre gone? how can you be so selfishââ
âyou, n/n. I know you can do it,â malcolm said, and stepped in front of me. he raised his hands and gently pushed me further behind him, enveloping me in his shadow.
âitâs one child of athena you want,â malcolm paused. âtake me.â
âPLEASE NOââ
fuck.
I sat up on my bed. I picked up a watch from the bedside tableâa watch that once was malcolmâs, but mine, nowâwhich read 2:47.
I threw my blanket to the side, which did little to cover me up anyway, and got up to check on the little kids. they were all sound asleep.
for the next 10 minutesâor what felt like an hourâI walked around the cabin, cleaning it up and trying to fall asleep.
but when has sleep ever come to you when you needed it the most?
I feared reliving malcolmâs last moments before he left me, everytime I closed my eyes. stranded me here, disappearing without any advice on how to lead, or how to live.
I leant against the cabin door and felt the cool air from the bottom of the door blowing onto my feet. finally realising that I couldnât go back to sleep, I decided to go out for a walk.
âand where are you off to?â annieâs voice whispered from her bed. she was still half asleep and groggy.
âheading out for a walk. canât sleep,â I said.
âtake the cap, and donât get caught. iâm not helping you out with the dishes if you get caught by those harpies,â she grumbled. I smiled and took her cap from the coat rack beside the door, and stepped out into the cold night in nothing but sweats and a tank top.
great choice, y/n. good job on not realising what you were even wearing. now, you can die of the cold, if the harpies donât get you first. yay!
I put on annieâs cap, watching my shadow disappear with me. I walked around aimlessly, thinking of malcolm helping me pick my first dagger, which was currently concealed with the help of the waistband of my sweatpants.
my feet subconsciously drag me to bunker nine, where I heard noises from. I go closer only to find light glowing from the open door.
I was facing my best friendâs back, hunched over a project, probably. if he turned around, I bet heâd look sleep-deprived and in need of coffee.
before I could take off the cap, he said, âhey, n/n!â and turned around with a grin.
âshut the fuck up, man, how did you just do thatââ I complained, taking the cap off.
âI felt the sleep deprivation and negativity enter the room and guess who it was?â he wiggled his eyebrows and left his project unattended behind him.
âwhatever,â I rolled my eyes at him and flopped down onto his couch. we looked at each other for an entirety of a few seconds before I opened my arms and he tumbled onto me.
ânightmares?â I asked.
âmhm.â
âsame.â
âcuddle?â
âfuck yes, please.â
timeskip
it was around 4 in the morning when we wrapped up our movie nightâmovie morning?âwith leoâs face buried in my neck, cuddling.
âwanna stay like this forever,â he said, his voice muffled. I smiled.
âor we could finish building what you were working on before I came,â I suggested. he looked up suddenly, with all his energy regained.
âhell yes!â he whisper-yelled, pumping his fist in the air and getting up. pulling me up from the couch, he continued. âI was working on building my own 1.6 litre four-stroke turbocharged 90 degree V6 double-overhead camshaft reciprocating engine. thereâs these things called street races in tokyo, and this engine is basically my ticket to winning the next series there! wanna come with me and check out the coolest cars ever, next year?â
âoh, dude, youâre on! iâve heard itâs basically motorsports heavenââ
âit is!â
âand weâre building our own fucking engine!?â
âwe areââ
âoh, this is SO cool!â
âiâve gotta start reworking on the specs, because I keep getting them wrong. can you take a look at them once?â he asked.
I nodded and moved towards his work table where used plotter papers lied. after taking in his planning and figuring out where he went wrong, I pulled out a new paper, and sharpened the blunt pencil.
I wanted to put my hair up but realised I forgot my hair tie at cabin six. I turned around to ask leo if iâd left any here when he removed a black hair tie from his wrist and dangled it in front of my face.
my cheeks flushed at the thought of him wearing it everyday. it felt so intimate, but it wasnât that deep, really.
right?
I thanked him quietly and he pulled two chairs in front of the table, on which we sat down and started working on drafting the new specs together.
after about an hour, neither of us could keep our eyes open and moved to the couch, falling asleep together with whispered promises of finishing the blueprints the next day.
âcute fit, by the way,â he whispered. I looked down and realised it was his birthday gift to me from last year, and smiled.
#also did we see malcolm's nickname for us or what ):#skye's cafe ~ â.Ë#skye.jpgđ§žâ#âđ skyeâs riordanverse !#leo valdez#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez x fem!reader#leo valdez x f!reader#x reader#fem!reader#female reader#daughter of athena!reader#leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader#oneshot#fluff#minor angst#comfort#leo x reader#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus
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Since you said you are a swiftie as am I. Can I request Luke Hughes with a swiftie girlfriend. Her just explaining the meaning of songs too him and why Taylor does Taylorâs version
of course! thank you so much for requesting! this is actually my first fic ever on here so I hope I did a good enough job! I hope you like it! đ«¶đ»
MASTERLIST
Taylorâs Version || lh43
word count : 753
gif is not mine!
It was one of those rare evenings where Luke had no plans, no NHL games and had nothing but free time. He was laying on the couch in your shared apartment while you were kneeling on the floor surrounded by your collection of Taylor Swift CDs and vinyls.
You had practically begged Luke all week for him to let you play him Taylorâs music so he could, in your words, listen to it the right way. Finally with a free night, and a bribe of pizza, you had him exactly where you wanted him.
âSo, you ready for your Taylor Swift lesson?â You grinned as you flipped through your vinyls and CDs.
âDo I have a choice?â He joked.
âAbsolutely not.â You smile before placing the Speak Now (Taylorâs Version) vinyl on the record player, listening as the melody of Enchanted (Taylorâs Version) started playing.
âSo, whatâs this song?â Luke speaks up after a minute of listening.
âSo, this song is called âEnchantedâ. Itâs this song about feeling that instant connection when you first meet someone. Like when you click with someone and youâre hoping with everything within you that they felt the same thing you did.â
âOh, like when we first met?â Luke teased slightly with a small smirk.
Your cheeks flush slightly as you nod. âYeah, pretty much. I swear when we first met all I was thinking was, âPlease donât be in love with someone else.ââ Lukeâs smile only widened at your words.
âYouâre so cheesy, you know that baby?â
âJust a little bit.â You joke.
You both sat there for a little while, just listening to the song. Luke surprisingly found himself tapping his fingers on his thigh to the melody. He wasnât sure if heâd ever be into Taylorâs music as much you are, but he was slowly beginning to understand why her music meant so much to you.
âHey baby?â Luke speaks up when the song finishes, the start of âBetter Than Revengeâ playing as he does.
âYeah?â
âWhy do you have two versions of the same album?â He asks pointing at the vinyls of the original album and the rerecorded album.
âOh, you mean Taylorâs Versions? Let me explain.â You say, a bit excited to explain this to your boyfriend. âOkay, so basically Taylorâs Versions are re-recorded versions of the original albums she released.â
âWhy does she need to re-record them? Arenât they already her songs?â Luke muttered, clearly confused.
âWell technically yes, she wrote them but she doesnât own them.â
âWait, what? I thought if you wrote the song, it was yours.â
âYouâd think so, right? But, itâs complicated. She wrote the songs, but her label owned the masters. That means that she didnât have control go how her music was used, the label did.â
âThatâs messed up.â
âExactly!â You smile, glad Luke was following your explanation. âSo, a few years ago, the label was sold. And when it was sold, so were her masters. But the guy who sold them didnât tell her they were being sold and so she never had a chance to buy her own masters. So, she decided that instead of accepting that she didnât own them, she decided to re-record all her old albums so that she could own the new versionsâŠaka Taylorâs Version.â
âWoahâŠthatâs actually pretty smart. So, sheâs taking back control, one album at a time?â
âYeah, thatâs why us swifties are so passionate about Taylorâs Version. Itâs more than the music, itâs about her taking back whatâs rightfully hers.â
Luke nods at your explanation before laying back on the couch. âI get why you like her so much now. Thank you for explaining everything to me, even if I donât understand every little detail.â
âThatâs okay, I like explain everything to you. Itâs like how you explain all your hockey stuff to me, thatâs your way of sharing a little bit of your world with me and this is my way.â You smile as you lean against the front of the couch, Lukeâs hand automatically coming up to brush gently through your hair.
As you both sat there in comfortable silence, with Taylorâs voice echoing softly in the background, you felt your heart swell in happiness. You were glad Luke was willing to listen to and understand Taylorâs music, it meant everything to you.
âAlright,â Luke spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. âPlay me another album.â
You smiled widely as you reached for your vinyl of Red (Taylorâs Version). âYouâre in for a treat, baby.â
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Drunken Confession - Suna Rintarou
Summary: Suna's best friend is going on a date. How will he react?
Content warnings: cursing, suggestive smut, alcohol use...can't think of anything else
A/N: Y'all I have been stuck on Suna for quite some time now, it amplified more after reading this one fic where he's a tattoo artist who pines over his plus size friend and the way the author wrote him is exactly how I picture him and it was just truly a work of art aslkdfalkdsj I've posted the link so please check out their work!! So good! Anyway I decided to do a slight twist to my drunken confession series^^ this time it's you receiving the confession^^ As always reader is chubby!/poc! and switches between using the Kansai accent. Enjoy~!!
"I always thought you and Rintarou were gonna be a thing." You nearly spit out your water at your mom's declaration.
"What the hell mom."
"Whaaat I'm being serious. He's a nice boy. It drove your dad and I crazy watching you two dance around each other. To this day it's still driving us crazy! When are y'all gonna get together?" Chuckling you remind your mom, "Have you seen his exes? They're all skinnier than me and besides back in high school I mean I knew I looked good but I don't think he would've wanted to date someone who's way darker than him and heavier than him."
"Now you're just playin' stupid."
"Oh geez thanks mom."
"Your dad and I see the way he looked at you back then and now. He got a thing for you honey so why not pursue it?" You began to chew on your bottom lip. The thought of being with Suna has crossed your mind numerous of times. From the moment you two met in high school ungraciously - he approached you asking how much you weighed because you were now his motivation for his weight lifting pr - til now you found him attractive, even more so with the addition of his tattoos and piercings.
"I don't know ma, I literally came over here to vent to you about how boring my date was."
"You know how you could get over another man?" your dad quipped from his place on the couch in the living room.
"How dad?"
"Find another one."
"Really dad!"
"That's what he told your brother all the time." your mom say shaking her head. Rising from his seat from the couch your dad finally joined the both of you in the kitchen, one arm snaking around your mother's plump waist, the other grabbing a fresh blueberry muffin your mom just put out. "Babe those are hot!" your mom scolded him.
"Not as hot as you."
"Ew save the bedroom talk."
"Look dear," your mom continued trying to hide her blush. Years later you still found it endearing how enamored the two of them were with one another. "It doesn't hurt to try. Text him and say you're going on a date, see what his response is."
--
Throwing your keys in the cup you began gnawing at your lip. You hated lying to Suna and you knew he would throw a fit considering that Fridays are reserved for the both of you but you were dying to confirm you parent's - and possibly your - suspicions.
Y/N: Sunaroooooooouuuuuuu
Sunarouuu <3: what
Y/N: ugh a little less sass would be nice???!!!
Sunarouuu <3: wHAT
Y/N: -_- Y/N: whatevs Y/N: anyway I gotta date today asdfkjl
Sunarouuu <3: And you're telling me because...???
Y/N: You know I'd appreciate it if you were a bit more happy for me đ„ Y/N: anyway he's taking me out tonight at around 7ish
Sunarouuu <3: breh u know fridays r our days da fuck
Y/N: I know I know I'll make it up 2 u next week I swear đđŸđ
Sunarouuu <3: yer lucky the boys wanted to hang out 2nite
Y/N: đ«¶đŸ
Suna groaned his fists covering his eyes. "Fucking shit."
"Uh oh," Aran asked. "What happened?"
"Looks like I'm drinkin' with ya tonight."
"Whaaat? Y/N finally dumped ya?"
"Shut the fuck up Miya." Kita rounded the corner smacking Atsumu behind the head, Osamu giving Kita a thumbs up. "Stop teasing Suna. What happened? What'd she say?"
"She got a date or some shit like that." Sighing Kita advised, "Why don't you tell her how you feel? How you've always felt."
"Because fuuuck it'll just mess up our whole dynamic."
"Doesn't hurt to try. You can't get mad at the situation if you haven't even tried to change it."
"I hate it when yer right." he grumbled.
"Anyway I'm about to head home."
"Aw come on Kita ya should drink with us. We're drinkin' to celebrate Suna's rejection." Just as quickly as those words left Atsumu's mouth he dodged his head from the object that flew towards him. Kita shook his head chuckling. "Unlike you guys I have someone to go home to."
"Yer not talkin' bout your stupid dog are ya?"
"Keep it up Tsumu and I'll let Suna kill you for real this time." Holding his hands up in mock surrender he laughed bidding Kita a good evening.
--
Suna slammed down the shot glass, his cheeks red his head spinning. "Maybe ya should slow down" Aran fretted. "You've been knocking back shot after shot."
"Ya don't understand."
"Here he goes again." Atsumu mumbled under his breath. Ignoring him Suna continued. "I really really like her."
"So why haven't ya told her?" Osamu asked.
"Dunno. Scared I guess."
"Of what? From what I see she's been holdin' back too ya know."
"Really?"
"Oi yer hopeless."
--
Groaning you awoke to a flurry of knocks and bangs at your apartment door. Picking up your phone you saw that it was nearing 3AM with a bunch of missed call and text notifications from Osamu, Aran and Suna. Frowning you trudged your way to the door swinging it open to see Osamu and a very drunk Suna with his head down, arm slung over Osamu. "Samu? Hi what-"
"Yer apartment was the closest to the bar and he wouldn't stop tellin' me to drop him here." Ushering Osamu to hand him over you chuckle, "I don't mind. Why'd he drink so much anyway?" Osamu stiffened at your question before replying, "I'll let him explain. Anyway thanks for takin' care of him. See ya later."
"Bye Samu and thanks!" Flicking the lights on you turned to admire how beautiful Suna looked in his drunken state: his cheeks painted a dark shade of red contrasting against his skin tone, his chapped lips, and yellow grayish eyes that abruptly shot open. "Y/N?"
"Samu dropped you off here, told him that you didn't want to go home." Groaning he quipped, "Didn't mean to ruin yer date."
"You didn't."
"I think ima head home." Frowning you scold, "Suna Rintarou, how the hell are you gonna go home in that state?"
"What if yer date sees-"
"There is no date sheesh just stay here."
"I don't wanna ruin-"
"Rin, I'm telling you to stay." Staring at you intently he reluctantly agreed. Helping him remove his shoes you drape his left arm over your much shorter shoulder, your right arm hooking itself around his waist. "Come on ya big lug let's get you to bed. Lord knows yer gonna have a massive hangover." Leading him to your bedroom you gently sit him on your bed, one hand hanging onto him, the other reaching for the water bottle on your nightstand. You giggled as you watched him sway to and fro with his eyes closed. Grabbing 4 ibuprofen you smashed them into small pieces dropping it into the water bottle praying that he doesn't choke or spit it out. "Rin," you gently shake him. "Rin."
"Hm?" his eyes slowly peeled open, he gulped taking in your black spaghetti strap that hugged your full breasts and tummy and the short pink shorts that stopped atop your thick melanated thighs. Stooping in front of him he blushed at the dirty thoughts running through his mind as you got on your knees. "I need you to drink this. Can you do that for me?" Exhaling slowly he looked at the bottle in your hand and grimaced. "Water?"
"If you don't hydrate yer gonna wake up with a really bad hangover. Come on Rin do it for me. Please?" Gulping again he could feel his face heating up at the position you were in: you peering up at him through your lashes, pleading, had his cock straining in his pants. If only you knew how much power you had over him. The word please, the way you uttered it would make him burn the world if it made you happy. "Fine." you smiled unscrewing the cap to the bottle bringing it to his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you he opened his mouth letting the cool stream of water slide down his throat, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. Once the water was finished you lay him down gently draping the covers over his much too tall frame. As you were about to head out he grabbed your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"
"I was gonna sleep on the couch."
"The fuck just sleep here."
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Surprised by his strength despite his inebriated state you squeaked when he pulled you to him, your head crashing into his chest. Letting out a sigh of relief Suna pulled you tighter into his embrace, his leg wrapping itself around you as he began petting your head. Blushing you wished you could act on your desire but knew otherwise. Clearing your throat you tentatively ask, "Rin?"
"Hm?"
"What happened? Why'd you drink so much today?"
"Cuz of yer stupid date."
"Wha-"
"I like you so much Y/N. Hell," he chuckles. "I think I'm in love with ya. Yer so smart and beyond beautiful but it's not just physical attraction with ya, I like yer whole being. I can't see you with anyone else so when ya told me ya had a date fuck I don't know my heart just really hurt ya know."
"You like me Rin?"
"Since I first saw you in high school." With tears in your eyes you peered up to see that he had fallen asleep.
--
Groaning awake Suna's eyes slowly peeled open taking in his surroundings. Oh it's Y/N's room. What a weird dream. Closing his eyes again he snuggled into your warmth inhaling your scent releasing a sigh of relief. This is probably one of the best dreams I've ever had with Y/N in it. I hope I can sleep a bit longer. It feels so real. Stiffening his eyes shot open when he felt you wriggle closer to his hard on. "Fuck," he hissed out trying to recollect last night's events; attempting to pry his arms from around you you whined scooting back closer to him, pulling his arms around you again. "Y/N," his morning voice caused you to internally shiver. "Hm?"
"Ya awake?" Slowly sitting up you lifted your arms above your head stretching letting out a yawn, Suna gulping at your erect nipples as you slowly began rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Fuck I'm sorry I don't know what or how-"
"Rin-"
"Look I understand if ya hate me-"
"Rin-"
"Or don't wanna talk to me-"
"Rin.ta.rou."
"But if I made ya feel uncomfortable-"
"You've never made me feel uncomfortable. Not once, not ever." Silence cascaded around you both, both of you scared to break the moment. Inhaling deeply you gently ask, "What do you remember about last night?"
"Fuck I just remember we went to the bar, I drank way more than I shoulda and...now that I think about it I don't feel hung over." Chuckling you respond with, "I crushed 4 ibuprofen and put it in your water." Dramatically gasping, Suna clutching a hand over his heart he says, "You've drugged me? How bold of you Y/N."
"Thank you for making sure I don't wake up with a really bad hangover would've sufficed the fuck." A comfortable silence settled when you tentatively ask, hands fidgeting avoiding his gaze, "D-do you remember what you said? What we talked about?" Gawd Suna wanted to smack his head against the wall, hell he was even willing to let Atsumu do it too for the sake of remembering. Awkwardly chuckling you mutter, "Doesn't matter if ya don't remember. I mean you drank a lot anyway." His chest hurt at seeing you hurt trying to hide the pain by cracking jokes. He cuffed your wrist gently. "Y/N." Biting your lip willing yourself not to cry he gently cupped your chin angling your head to look at him. "Please tell me what we talked about."
"Nah I'll let you suffer. Real fucked up how I'm the only one that remembers."
"That's unfair, one of us wasn't in a clear state of mind."
"Touche." Taking a shaky deep breath you whisper, "Y-you told me you drank because of me b-but the truth is I didn't have a date last night. I only said that to confirm my parents' suspicions."
"Which is?"
"That you l-liked me. But it's okay! I understand if you don't!"
"Gawd yer stupid." Pulling you against him his head bent down slotting his lips against yours, the fit perfect. You whimpered when you felt his big hand slide underneath your tank top sliding up your back. Pulling back both of you gasping for air he leaned forward so that your foreheads were touching. "I've liked you since high school. I didn't wanna ruin what we had, what we built so I kept dating all these girls in hopes of trying to forget you but it didn't fucking work. I kept comparing them to you how their smiles never lit up likes yours, how they didn't like to read, how they weren't you and it wasn't until the boys called me out on it where I finally realized that I have fallen helplessly in love with you."
"Damn," you smirk. "You were down bad for me huh?"
"Shut up." he groaned before yanking your hair back exposing your neck pressing and sucking wet heated kisses along your neck. "I-I like you too." Pausing his ministrations he pulled back to look at you with warmth in his eyes. Mustering up more courage you continue with, "Hell I think I love you." Smiling you lean forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss when you gently push against his chest, straddling him, his hands instinctively finding purchase on your plump hips, his fingers squeezing the chubby flesh. Quirking an eyebrow up he watched as you slowly lifted the tank top over your head, his eyes darkening. "Rin, let me make it up to you, for all our lost time."
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im the anon who requested the school one, and i loved it smmm thank you for writing it đ«¶đ»
could you maybe do a tom x fem!reader where she wears his clothes for the first time and heâs just like.
yknow? and its all fluffy and like maybe a lil makeout or smth but only if youâre comfortable love!!
-đż
aaa hii đż anon!!! iâm so glad you liked the school thing i wrote i had so much fun with that one :3
Tomâs Closet for Two
Tom Kaulitz fluff fic (with mentions of sexual topics)!!
Tom clicks the door shut of your shared apartment and walks in. Stretching his arms over his head, he groans. âMeine Liebe? Are you home?â He calls out to you. You step out from the kitchen and smile warmly at him, âOh, hey Tom, did you buy the angel hair like I asked?â
He stops in his tracks. A large T-Shirt of his, one of his favorites is draping over your body and engulfing your curves that he loves so dearly. Your legs are bare and he canât help but look. It looks as if he's completely glitched out, and the gears in his brain are still turning. âWhat are you wearing?â He asks softly instead of answering your question.
âWhat?â You say, confused. Looking down at yourself you realize youâre wearing Tomâs shirt, âOh! Itâs laundry day, remember? I had nothing else to wear.â He smiles and walks up to you, his hands finding your hips and a kiss finding your lips.
"You look so pretty in it," He purrs, "It suits you." Tom kisses your cheek.
You nervously giggle, "Thanks, but it's practically like a dress on me--"
He cuts you off by throwing you over his shoulder. You shriek with surprise before chuckling. Tom begins to carry you off to the bedroom. One of his hands is securing you on his shoulder by the small of your back, and the other is holding the back of your thigh.
As he sits down on the bed he pulls you onto his lap. Tom presses a kiss onto your lips and holds your body flush to his. âYou look so beautiful,â He mumbles as he kisses you again. You giggle and pull away from the kiss.
âWhat is up with you all the sudden?â You ask as he begins to press wet kisses onto your neck. He grips your hips in his hands and pulls away from your neck, his eyes heavy lidded. You see him glance down at his shirt as it engulfs you and then look back at you again. Your face slightly reddens as you realize. "Oh." He leans in again and kisses you a bit more deeply this time. Tom's tongue presses against your slightly parted lips and pushes through into your mouth. Your fingertips trace the back of his neck as your free hand cups his cheek. He pulls away and the two of you kiss again, once, twice, thrice. Inhaling as much air as the both of you can between every meeting of your lips.
He moves his head down and begins to begin kissing your neck again. Murmuring compliments and praise to you. Something about you wearing his clothes flipped a switch in his brain, a switch that you intend to take advantage of. "You're just so pretty, mein Schatz," Tom mutters, his grip on your hips increasing in strength. He slowly pulls away and flashes those puppy dog eyes at you, "I swear I almost came in my pants when I first saw you in this." You try not to, but you can't help but laugh at this. Playfully pushing his shoulder, he just smiles at you. "Where did that come from?"
"The place I do all my thinking, duh." He glances at his crotch and then looks back up at you with a stupid grin. You pull one of your legs to the other side of his lap and move to get off his lap. Tom wraps his arms around you and presses kisses all over your face.
äž°
Just like you knew you would when you realized his love for you in his clothes, you use it to your advantage...
"Sorry I'm late," You say to the rest of Tokio Hotel, "Tom here let me sleep in."
Tom chuckles but his smile falls when he looks over at you and realizes you're wearing his clothes. Older ones that don't exactly fit his tall stature anymore, but still his clothes nonetheless. You shoot him a cheeky smile and he just takes your hand into his. Looking back at his bandmates with a flushed face, he couldn't be any happier that he wears baggy pants.
deine, kirsche. âź
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Could you write a fic where the reader is Pony's friend, had been for a while but Pony doesn't really bring her up because he doesn't want the guys to tease him even though they really are just friends. Her home life is getting rough so Pony gave her his address and told her to crash with them if it ever gets to be too much. She ends up going one night and climbs in through Pony's window (she had gone with him to pick up tge book she wanted to borrow one day after school) and climbs into his bed not realizing him and Soda share a bed. Her and Pony are pretty happy cuddling eachother so she thinks nothing of it but it ends up being Soda and not Pony?
Lots of detail sorry lol just love your work and would love to see this come to life!
àšà§ â ⥠Night to Remember â ⥠àšà§
~ Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis ~
Warnings - This is somewhat sad in the beginning and how I worded a few things makes the situation for the reader sad. Itâs nothing too bad, only minor arguing and yelling. Neglectful and abusive parents. Besides that, this story is sort of a funny one in a way. I decided itâs best to classify it as âfluff with a side of angstâ đ
Summary - Escaping your toxic household to the Curtisâs house withâŠa twist?
Authorâs Note - I GASPED when I first read this request, thank you so much for submitting!! Iâm so glad you like my writings. I hope I wrote it well! Enjoy đ«¶đŒ
Word Count - 1.9k.
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Walking up the steps to your small house on the hill, you could already hear the distant screams from your parents. They constantly argued only to make up the next day and argue all over again by nightfall. It was an endless loop you seemed to be stuck in - wishing you were anywhere else but home. The walk home was always fun, up until Ponyboy turned the corner and left you to finish the walk on your lonesome. Strolling down the street as the sun slowly set on a cold fall evening calmed you.
Unlocking the door with the spare key, you saw a broken glass bottle smashed along the cracked wooden flooring. Your parentâs constant hollering seemed to worsen as you stepped foot inside.
âGo! Just get out - take your daughter with you!â Your mother hollered to your old man who seemed utterly fed up with her. You looked between them with fear in your eyes, confused as to what you had done to be put into this mess.
âI just got home, what are you on about?â Your voice came out, thicker and more bitter sounding than you had expected. Your motherâs cold eyes aligned with yours, an uncomfortable amount of emotions flooding over you.
âI said get out!â she yelled louder than before, clearly displeased with your presence, âYou donât do a damn thing to live here! You donât pay a single bill or work a job - all you do is hang out with those hoodlums!â
Your mind darted to thoughts of your good friend, Ponyboy. His words echoed in your mind, tuning out your own motherâs as she continued to holler.
âCome whenever you need to, okay? If it ever gets too hard on you back at your placeâŠyouâre welcome at mineâŠâ
You brushed past your fatherâs tense shoulder, not caring to argue further. It calmed you to know you had a safe haven to escape to on nights like this. Ponyboy would be warm and welcoming just like a family should.
Drowning out the shouting that continued on, you began the trek to the Curtisâ home - book bag and all. Striding down the sidewalk, you slipped your hand into the side pocket of your tattered backpack. A crinkled piece of paper was retrieved; Ponyboyâs address was scribbled on it in blue ink. Youâd never been there, but you knew him well enough to have heard about his own family issues. The loss of his parents which left him and his two older brothers to fend for themselves seemed scary. It made you feel a sense of gratitude to still have parents even if they were horrible to you.
The sun seemed to have set, stranding you amid the crisp air and the occasional streetlight ahead. Only a bit further and youâd be there. Convincing yourself youâd have a better stay at Ponyboyâs home was very comforting. You could both catch up on some reading or maybe even smoke a bit if heâd lend you a cigarette. Before you knew it, there you were. The same scribbled address on the paper matched the street and house number you had walked to.
Taking a deep breath, you approached the front door with a pit in your stomach. It seemed quiet; too quiet. Backing away from it, your anxiety had gotten the best of you.
âIâll just use the window,â is what you said to yourself, kicking away small twigs and leaves to pry it open. You slid the window up, slipping yourself through the crack you managed to open.
The room was dark, a limp body lying underneath the olive-colored comforter. You smiled fondly. Ponyboy was already asleep - a strange sight to see since it was still a bit too early to wind down for the night. You let out a small sigh of victory knowing you could finally relax in a much quieter space than your parent's home. You carefully slipped the straps of your backpack off, mindful to not wake Ponyboy.
âClose that damn door,â he murmured, his voice raspy and sleepy. You instantly felt a pang of guilt for waking him. You set your bag down beside the small wooden desk that was pushed beside the bed. With a swift movement, you shut the window from the inside.
Ponyboy lay in a white oversized t-shirt, his back facing you as he curled himself up into a ball underneath the bedding. You glanced around the bedroom before joining him in bed. You kicked your shoes off, spreading open the sheets and comforter.
âHow was school?â the voice spoke in a drowsy state. You decided to not ramble on and let him rest. Besides- you were the guest here.
âIt was nice,â you replied softly. You were starting to feel sleepy as well, all of that walking surely paid off. Snuggling underneath the bedding, you felt him shove some of the sheets your way to cut you a bit of slack.
âYou cold?â he asks, his head slowly turning to glance at you. Your back was facing his, the only source of light being the pale moonlight seeping through the window. You mustered a small head nod.
The warm touch of his arm suddenly draped over your waist was unexpected but welcomed nonetheless. He nuzzled the tip of his nose to rest against your spine, exhaling with a soft chuckle. âYou smell like a little girl or something,â he teased light-heartedly.
You let out a forced laugh, not totally understanding the punchline to his little joke there. His voice was awfully deep; something you didnât remember Ponyboyâs voice to sound like. He sounded like he had more of a southern drawl now as well. Hell- your voice became naturally deep when you were sluggish but nothing like Ponyboyâs sudden change.
Your eyes fluttered shut, the gentle hug from behind causing a wave of sleepiness to wash over you. Your breathing slowed, signaling you felt at ease for once. It was a nice contrast to the nagging hollers from your parents- that was for sure. Ponyboy seemed to relax further, a deep sigh being released from his lips. He nuzzled his face closer, âPony, did you ever take out that trash?â
You froze, lifting your head in utter confusion. You glanced down to find a random man youâd never seen a day in your life. Panicked - you let out a scream and scrambled off the bed, falling to your ass on the cold wooden floor, taking the sheets with you.
The scream startled the stranger as well, sitting straight up in the bed - what was left of the bedding covering his lower half. âWho the hell are you?!â
Your eyes flung open, standing from the floor in a swift second. You stammered over your own words for a moment, trying to get them out. âWhereâs Ponyboy?!â
He glanced at you and then to the open door where both Ponyboy and his eldest brother stood, shock etched on their faces. Your immediate shock subsided once you reestablished that this was in fact the correct house, and youâd perhaps slipped into the wrong bedroom.
Ponyboy pushed past his other brother, muttering a slur of words under his breath. âOh noâŠno, no, noâŠâ
His siblings exchanged confused glances, the oldest on the brink of a migraine. He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly. Ponyboy stood beside you, dragging your arm and ushering you by the window for a bit of space. He could see the messy attempt youâd made in trying to shut the window and locking it back up firmly. âDamn it, why didnât you knock on the door?â he questions, glancing behind him to see the boy in the bed rushing to slip on a decent pair of pants.
Your eyes were staring into his with a look of guilt and confusion. âIâm sorry, I didnât know this wasnât your bedroom!â
You flung your arms in the air, innocence in your expression clear as day. Ponyboy sighed and rubbed his temple using his middle and index finger, adding pressure to the spot. His lips curled into a soft smile, the laugh echoing in the room. âI share a room with Sodapop over there,â he cracked up at the lack of information heâd given you, resulting in this whole encounter.
Sodapopâs eyes met yours, a rather apologetic and embarrassed look sewn onto his face although a bit of a grin was visible. With this newfound information, you quickly put the pieces together and realized the other brother was Darrel. You let out a deep exhale, your own giggle slipping out.
âI am so sorryâŠâ you began, your flushed cheeks and smile being quickly covered by your hand, âPony, I blame you for not telling me!â
You swatted his arm before placing both hands over your mouth, the embarrassment lingering. Both Sodapop and Darrel couldnât help but chuckle - this big mishap was too hilarious to just brush off. Sodapop stood from the bed and ran a hand through his greasy combed combed-back hair before approaching the two of you.
âPony, why didnât you tell me you were at that age you start bringinâ girls home?â he teased, wrapping his arm around Ponyboyâs neck from behind and giving him a good noogie to mess up his hair. Ponyboy giggled, attempting to pry Sodapopâs arm off and away. Darrel stood at the doorway, nearly about to throw a fit at the mention of it.
âWeâre friends, I told her she could come over when her folks got into fighting and stuff again,â he explained, trying to save the friendship from becoming awkward at his brotherâs teasing.
Sodapopâs eyes had a slight shift in expression, but he reached a hand out to you nonetheless. He smiled warmly and looked down at you. âSoda,â he introduced himself so friendly to you that you nearly forgot how you screamed at the first sight of him.
You returned the smile with one of your own and shook his hand firmly. He spoke up again, nudging Ponyboy with a laugh. âPonyboyâs got the voice of a girl - I was convinced that was you talkinâ to me!â
Ponyboy retaliated, shooting a glare at him. Before he could say much more, Darrel stepped closer and held his hand out to me as well. The introduction went smoothly, his hand was quite large but perfect for firm handshakes. âIâm DarrelâŠDarry.â
For once you felt welcomed inside of a home. You felt an immense amount of gratitude for Ponyboy and his cordial brothers who didnât seem to mind your company at all.
Darrel stepped aside and motioned to you for the door, gently pushing Ponyboyâs shoulder to follow. âPonyboy, get her familiar with the couch if sheâs stayinâ!â
He did as told and picked up your backpack to carry towards the living room. He sat you down as Sodapopâs charming laughter echoed down the hallway.
âNext time just knock, okay? Better yet, come right in. The door is never locked,â Ponyboy instructed with a small head shake following that up with a giggle, âYouâre welcome anytime.â
You grinned from ear to ear at the strangely new feeling of belonging. Welcome anytime? Was this a dream?
Before you knew it, you had your arms around Ponyboyâs neck, trapping him in a tight hug to show how thankful you truly were. It was safe to say this was a night youâd never forget.
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I usually have this thing where I feel pain in my fingertips whenever I'm very anxious and subconsciously start pressing them.
Maybe a fic where Daddy!Stucky can see when I'm doing this and they immediately hold my hands and kiss my fingers and gently massage them and talk me through what I'm anxious about đđâ€ïž
Hi there love! đ
I know anxiety can be really hard to handle but if you have pains added to that horrible feeling itâs worst and Iâm really really sorry that you have all of that.
I send you all my love and all my courage whenever you need it! Youâre strong and youâll be able to get over all of it. I know everyone say that so maybe you donât believe what I said but trust me, I got over it. You need time and no pressure. I promise you itâll get better and Iâm here for you if you need it đ«¶
I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you â€ïž
Enjoy <33
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Warnings : feeling left out, anxious little reader, pain in fingertips, sadness, kisses, pet names, trying to change your mind, comfort, reassurance
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : You feel left out by your friends but your Daddies remind you how important you are for them and how they could never live without you
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You didnât had those kind of feelings in awhile and it took you by surprise. I mean, you're used to go to the tower, spending time with your friends and your Daddies's friends. Nothing is anormal here but the feeling is still there..
You're at the tower for only two hours and everything were good, everyone greet you so well like always and you ran upstairs to go play with your friends as soon as you could.
You played all together and you loved it, that until you started to feel left out. You tried to come back in the game they decided to play but it was one game that you didn't know well and no one wanted to explain to you how to play.
After maybe ten minutes, you heard that dinner was ready. You watch everyone walking out of the room together, laughing about the game they just played while you stay sit on the ground.
You try to hold back your tears and stand up. As you walk down the staires carefuly to not fall, you start to press your fingertips. An old habit you took when you felt like today.
You sat at the big table, in between your Daddies and look down at your fingers you keep pressing, one by one. Your Papa slides his hand down your back and looks down at you "did you had fun ?"
You shrug one shoulder and keep looking down, your Papa frowns "something's wrong ?" he asks quieter. He knows you don't like to bring attention to yourself.
Your Daddy looks down at you after hearing your Papa and immediately notices your little hands. He takes a breath and stands up, he takes you in his arms and looks at everyone "we'll be back in a bit, don't wait for us" he smiles before nodding at Steve to come with you.
Your Daddies go upstairs and sat on the couch of their office, with you on their laps "what's wrong, princess" your Papa asks. You shake your head and keep looking at your fingers with wide eyes.
"Baby-" your Papa takes one of your hand in his so you have to stop pressing your fingertips which instantly brings back the pain you felt when you weren't touching them.
You whine and before you have the chance to cause a scene, your Papa lets go of your hand. You immediately start again to press your little fingers, little tears falling from your eyes.
"hey baby" your daddy gently says "look at me please" You lift your head toward him and he kisses your little nose "don't think about the bad things that are on your mind. Think about good things, things that you love" he takes your hands in his making you whine again.
"think about us" he kisses your first fingertip "think about your favorite cartoon" he kisses your second "and your favorite story"
Your Papa grabs your other hand and start to do the same "you're with us now. All worries are behind you, the worries you felt can't enter the room we're in right now. You're around good memories, nothing else" he says between the kisses.
You sniff and melt in their arms, against their chests. "do you want to tell us what happened ?" Your Papa asks, caressing your fingers, one by one with his index.
You look down at your hands and your Daddies playing with them to change your mind from the pain "wanted to play but they didn want to" you mumble, biting the inside of your lips to prevent more tears.
"they didn't want you to play with them ?" your Daddy frowns "well too bad for them. You know how much better you make the games when you're in it so they lost a big moment of fun" your Papa says
"don't be sad because they let you out. We know how much you hate that but please don't let it get to you. You don't need others to make you happy, if they don't want you in their games then too bad for them" You Papa adds
"But-t what if you don want me anymo too" you sniff, a little cry getting out of your throat at the idea.
"Baby we'll never, never don't want you anymore. We can't imagine our life without you. When we're away for work and you're not with us for a few days we feel like our world isn't working. You're the battery we need to wake up and we'll always, always want you in our games" Your Daddy says, his hands on your cheeks and his eyes in your bright one.
You give him a tiny smile and nod your head. You let your head fall on his chest and sniff again "it hurts but we'll make you feel better" his hand slide on your thigh as you melt further into him while your Papa keeps playing with your fingertips.
"do you want to stay here a little longer or do you want to go eat downstairs ?" your Papa asks, bringing your fingertips to his lips.
You watch him kissing each one of your tips and then massaging them "wanna stay here" you whisper. You Daddy rests his cheek on top of your head.
Your Papa decides to get comfortable and grabs your ankles and rests your feet on his laps "we'll stay here as long as you need to" he says and run his fingertips on your ankles, careful to not tickle you.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, your muscles and your mind relaxing under the sweet touch of your Daddies.
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Hey! I love your Red x reader one shots and I have such a huge crush on Kylie rn.
I was wondering if you can do an imagine where fem!reader is going through something (you can make it up) and sheâs not eating or sleeping and she thinks no one notices but Red does and she comforts reader?
You donât need to if you arenât comfortable w it tho!
â„ïžRed Hearts x Readerâ„ïž
Reader pronouns: She/her
Pairing: Red Hearts x Fem!Reader
Plot: Reader has been dealing with a lot and falling behind on many basic necessities like eating and sleeping. She hopes her girlfriend doesn't realize, but it gets to the point where it's impossible to avoid the conversation.
Word count: 2.1k
Extra: I want to put a CW for Eating disorders. I never use that term in the fic and the fic has nothing to do with weight or body issues, just depression. I wrote this from my own experiences so it's not like I'm writing about something I'm ignorant on. There was a lot of projection in this but I tried my best to keep it tame. Please don't read this if you're sensitive to depression or disorderly eating habits. 𫶠This is also a vulnerable thing for me to write about so please be kind.
Studying for things like quizzes and exams was never something that came very naturally to you. You always found yourself very distracted and never to stay on one topic at the same time. So you thought, maybe having someone to study with you could help keep you on track and actually get some work done.Unfortunately, you picked the wrong person to study with.
You felt that the obvious choice was your girlfriend, Red. But unsurprisingly, she's not the most efficient studier either. Really she only accepted your invite as an excuse to hangout with you, you could tell by the way she kept trying to start unrelated conversations, and the way she'd slouch and groan everytime she had to write something down instead of listen to you talk.
"Okay, we've been working for literal hours. Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." She complained, leaning back in her chair and tilting her head back, "There's a new café down town not very far."
You close your notebook and sigh, âIf youâre hungry just run down to the dorm kitchen and garb something.â You say, looking at your bored to death girlfriend.
She lifts her head and gives you an annoyed look, âOh come on. Are you seriously not hungry? Letâs just go out. We havenât gone out in forever." She groaned.
Red leaned closer to you, grabbing your hand as if trying to convince you that a date in the middle of your study session was a good idea.
How could you refuse that? The flirtatious smirk she gave you was almost enough to make your heart explode, you really couldn't say no, "Fine." You sigh with a small smile.
With a hop out of her chair, Red grins, "Great. And I hope you have money because I lost my wallet." She winked, clearly that was untrue.
You chuckle, "Hmm. Interesting you always lose your wallet right before we go out," you chuckle. You didn't actually mind paying for her, it was actually something you loved. You loved spending all your time and money on your wonderful girlfriend.
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The two of you walk to this café that Red was talking about. You weren't really hungry at all. Actually, you haven't been very hungry in awhile. Your relationship with food had become a little weird recently.
Not for any reason someone might assume. It's not like you were trying to lose weight or anything, you just hadn't felt the means to eat. You never spoke about it and mostly often lied about when you ate so that you didn't worry your girlfriend, but it was getting harder to hide it because of the physical effects it was having on you.
The two of you sat across from each other at a little circle table. The café had a couple other people in there, mostly working on their laptops or reading. It was a cute café, very calming and sweet smelling.
"So, what're you feeling today? Coffee? Pastries? You liked those weird fruit pastry things last time, they might have something like that here," Red said, gazing at the menu that sat on the wall above the workers.
You pull out your own laptop and a notebook because you still planned on getting at least some work done while you were here, "Oh. No thanks. Get what you want, I'm not hungry." You open your laptop before pulling out your wallet and tossing it to Red.
Red caught the wallet before giving you a weird look. She leaned over and shut your laptop, forcing you to look her in the eyes, "I've been with you all day and you didn't even eat the cookies I brought. How are you not hungry?"
You just shrugged awkwardly, "I ate before you came over," you lie. You hated lying, especially to your girlfriend. It made you feel so guilty and sick. Or maybe you felt sick from your horrible eating habits.
"Bullshit." Red said plainly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"Excuse me?" You ask, a little astonished at how quick she was to accuse you of lying.
Red glares, "You've been weird recently. You've been insanely tired, skipping lunch while claiming you'll eat after school, everytime you stand up you get concerningly dizzy, what's up with you?" She asked. Obviously she was worried but her words came off as stern so that you had no room for lying to her.
You shift uncomfortably in your seat, looking away from her. "It's nothing, really, just order something. Don't worry about it." You attempt to brush it off but you have a feeling she wouldn't let it go so easily.
"You know, I'm not stupid, just admit you're having an issue and I can help. Let me help you." Red insisted, reaching over and grabbing your hands from across the table.
She was clearly worried and only wanted to help you, which is why you felt bad at your growing irritation of the subject, âCanât you just leave it alone? I really don't feel like talking about it.â You pull your hands away and cross your arms.
Red resisted the urge to role her eyes at your refusal to talk, but she tried not to argue, âJustâ just please tell me whatâs wrong?â She tried making her voice sound sympathetic and you could tell she was really struggling. She was never very good with talking about feelings despite how much she cares.
"Just drop it. I don't want to talk about it so I won't. I don't have to tell you everything. it's not even important." You snap, before immediately going quiet. You didn't mean to get angry, really, you didn't. You weren't even angry at her. Just... Frustrated.
Red looked as if she wanted to argue back, you could see in her face that she was not happy, "Fine. Whatever."
The way she spoke that made your heart ache. You felt stupid for snapping like that when she was just trying to make sure you were okay.
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The two of you pretty much sat in silence the rest of the time at the café before she decided to go back to her own dorm instead of finishing with the studying.
You still felt awful and could tell Red was still upset. But you just kissed her goodbye and went back to your dorm.
The whole encounter made you feel like abandoning your work and just sleeping for the rest of the day. You really were tired. You've been so tired all of the time.
So tired and depressed. All you do when you get to your dorm and sit there with your own filthy sadness. Thank goodness no one shares a dorm with you or they'd probably be annoyed by how much you drag yourself around and sulk.
Usually when at school you put a smile on and get all happy with everyone else but that's been especially hard recently. The only thing you can really ever feel like doing is sitting in bed and staring at the ceiling. Stare and let your head be flooded with the un-happy thoughts that plagued you.
You felt guilty for being so depressed. You had great friends, you went to a great school, and had an even greater girlfriend, how could you still be sad?
While you thought about all of this you started to drift off into sleep. It was still early in the day but you couldn't stop yourself from it.
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You were suddenly awakened by the sound of a hard knock on your door. You sat up and got out of bed, unaware of what time of day it even was. It felt like your room was spinning.
Your head was light, your vision was blurry, your stomach felt like it was rising to your throat and you were about to puke it up but couldn't.
You stumbled towards the door and leaned on it for a moment to try and regain yourself but you couldn't. There was another knock on the door and the vibration of it ran through you, making you feel even sicker.
Finally you opened the door to see Red. Well, kind of see her, your vision kept focusing and unfocusing, but it was enough to recognize her.
Before she could even say anything, you felt your entire body about to collapse. Red was quick to swoop in and catch you before you hit the ground.
"Oh my gosh are you okay? What happened?" She started asking you a hundred questions at once but you could hardly bring yourself to answer.
Clearly she was panicking but once she realized all you could do was mumble out responses, she picked you up, holding you bridal style and carrying you over to your bed. She laid you down and gave you a moment to regain yourself.
"Wait, here, I might have something that can help." She said, digging through her bag and pulling out a water bottle and bag of chips.
It was hard to think at the moment or even say anything but you could feel the guilt rushing back to you. Feeling like you were a horrible girlfriend for making the person you care about most worry so much.
She opened the bag of chips and water bottle, shoving them in your hands. Just the idea of eating thing made you want to vomit but you had a feeling there was no getting out of this.
So you took small bites and small sips of water. Your hands were shaking as you held them, feeling like everything weighed ten pounds heavier.
After what took a little too long, you finished the bag of chips and the whole water bottle. You could feel yourself feeling a little better, obviously it didn't immediately fix all of your problems, but just having something in your body made you feel at least functional enough to stand up and have a conversation.
But when you tried standing, Red just shoved you back onto the bed.
"You need to stay there and rest." She demanded, "Now... Can you please tell me what's wrong?" This time her voice was filled with genuine worry and sympathy.
You look down at your hands, unable to look her in the eyes. You suddenly felt your own eyes fill with tears, as if it was all about to coming pouring out at once, "I just... I dunno... I haven't been doing well recently..." You start off, choking on your words a little bit.
"I haven't been able to sleep or eat well, I haven't been able to get out of bed other than for school, and everything is just so heavy," you say, trying your hardest to prevent the tears from spilling out.
Red gives you a worried look. She decides to carefully get in the bed with you, sitting next to you and wrapping her arms around you, "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Because I didn't want to bother you." You reply, slowly resting your head on her shoulder.
"Bother me?" She says, looking almost confused, "Your issues aren't bothersome. I just want to make sure you're okay and I want to help you every way I can."
"I know..." You mutter, still feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."
"Hey! You don't have to apologize." She says, narrowing her eyes, "It's not your fault you feel this way. But I am here to help you. I can help if you'll let me."
You finally look her in the eyes, gently grabbing her hand, "Thank you."
"Of course. I always love to help my beautiful girlfriend. I'll help you stay on top of your sleeping schedule, I'll force your to eat breakfast and lunch at school, I'll come over for dinner..." she smiles, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You can't help but smile as she kisses you, once she tries to pull away you bring her back for just a second longer in the kiss. Then you finally let go, "I'm serious. Thank you. You're so... Amazing. I love you so much... I'm sorry it's hard for me to talk about my problems. I trust you... I just hate seeing you worry."
Red rubs your shoulder in comfort, "Me worrying just means I care. And you're lucky. I don't care about very many people," she teasingly nudges you, "But, I'm you're girlfriend. It's kind of my job to make sure you're okay. It's the least I can do after all of the amazing things you've done for me." She smiles, "I love you too..."
The sweet words made your heart melt. Your face heated up slightly at the affection. Sometimes it was hard for Red to be affectionate but you could tell she loved it, so this really was a treat.
You couldn't believe you had such a perfect girlfriend. The very thought of her made you feel a little better no matter what. You really were lucky to have someone like her.
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â EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST â
⣠AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE âŁ
âč Summary : no matter how harsh he threw your heart out like it was nothing to you, you still cling onto him until you can't
âč Word Count : I hope I didn't get too far how long this is
âč Warnings : 18+ MDNIâŒïž Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, both oral receiving, no use of y/n, slight cheating, slight somnophilia, hate!sex, unrequited feelings, lack of affection, unreciprocated love, toxic!boyfriend, emotional abuse, toleration, arguments, unhealthy relationship, briefly mentioning Jonathan & Nancy (reader's platonically friends!) but I wrote Eddie did not grew up in Hawkins only reader, that's just it
âč What to Expect : SMUT AND ANGSTâŒïžIM SORRY IN ADVANCE IF I MAKE EDDIE SO WORST IN THIS, I paint him so bad in this but I'm just following where I associate with this song from Billie, I apologize (I know this is totally not the Eddie, we love but blame my demented mind)
âč Note To Reader : HIT ME HARD AND SOFT ALBUM OF THE FUCKING YEAR! đ«Ą I'm sorry, I just need to say it out loud, I've been obsessed with this album ever since it dropped and gave me so much fic ideas đ©âđ»
âč Author Note : yay, I'm back writing, my main boy, Eddie Munson! I have so much working in progress but imma keep going to finally finish everything! đđ«¶đ»âš
You're trying your best
To keep him satisfied
You always, always let him get his rest everytime he's finished performing while you stayed up all night
You don't wanna let him know
You don't even think if he cares about it
How you feel so alone
"Jesus Christ, baby"
He is in deep in your cunt swallowing him, your naked bodies pressed together as you pant and moan for him
He holds at the headrest as he pounds himself in and out of your pussy relentlessly
"O-Oh my god!- Eddie" you cry out as he collapsed on top of you as you scratch behind his back making him groan
He squeezes your breasts as he kisses you sloppily, a string of saliva as he pulls from the kiss making you fucked up in the brain as he ruthlessly sheathes himself inside and out from your aching hole
"F-Faster" you whisper as you bit your lip in pleasure when he grabs both of your legs folding you in half close to your chest as he rocks his hips brutally
"Harder, yeah, baby- I know- fuck" he shuts his eyes as he gets lost in the feeling of being inside of, so warm and so unbelievably good how he felt in your walls
He's throbbing inside of you and your cunt is pulsating, you clench around him as he grunts
You chant his name, he watches down his dick is covered with your juices and he moans louder
"Eddie-"
"Cum with me"
"Ah-oh" you sigh beautifully as you whine when you came undone as he spills all of his load in you
He lazily smiles as he kisses your chest, he removes the hair out of your face as he slams his lips onto you again, you mewl and your legs are still trembling
He smirks as he chuckles "Woah, woah there, sweet cheeks, we might go for round 2 if we continue doing this"
"I don't mind" you say with a sly grin but your smile falls when he begins to pick up his clothes
You sit up yourself quickly as you bring the blanket closer to you
Why is he only affectionate to you when it's sexual?
Or when you give him the pleasure
Of course, he won't stay like he always does
"You're not staying....again?" Your voice is meek as you looked behind the back of his head
He doesn't turns around because he will only be seeing those eyes
"Y-Yeah, I have to go to hang out with the guys" he clears his throat as he ties his black boots
You wanted him to stay with you, you want him to hold to you, not him running off after you both just have sex
No matter how many times he has done this, it's the same reason everytime you tell him that you want him to stay beside you, you can't help but feel so disappointed
He stands up as he turns around as you try to mask up your saddened face as you give him a small smile
He makes a quick kiss to your head as he takes one last look at you before he leaves the room
You look at your body, the way he touches you and holds you is imprinted every inch of your body, the scent of him still lingers
You bring your knees up closer to your body as your eyes falls into the big window from the hotel room
The sunset is very pleasing to you makes you forget the dismayed situation that you had with Eddie not a minute ago
That's where made you think about your relationship for almost 4 years of living together
You always been so good to him, you give him anything that he wants
You've been thoughtful, considerate, lovable, caring, understanding and pretty much everything what a lover should do to her partner
Your congratulations?, Nothing
All your love and admiration?, Nothing
All the times you've waited for him to want you to be naked, Nothing
You made it all look, Painless
Man, aren't you the greatest?
"Eddie, why are you doing this?! I'm your girlfriend-" you raise your voice as you step closer to him, his eyes became more intense as he starts fuming
"Shut the fuck up!" He snaps up, you flinched but you still continue to argue with him
"You're out of your mind picking up girls while you have someone who is waiting for you to come home" you retorted as you push him by the shoulder, he glares at you
"What are you going to do about it?" He ignores your point as you shake your head in disappointment
"You're such an asshole" you spat out as you walk away from him
His heavy boots hits the wooden floor as he stomps to aggressively grab both of your arms as he swings you around to face him as he pins you against the kitchen counter
"Don't ever say anything to me like that again" he grumbles as his dark eyes bore into you as you swallow and shiver from his touch
"Eddie- let me go of me!" you protest but he's aiming at your neck to kiss and mark you up
He is locked you up with his hold, whatever you try to move, he won't budge
Your breathing became ragged as he starts unbottoning your denim shorts, his fingers is like an ignition as he touches your stomach and crawls up into your breasts under your blouse
"S-Stop doing that" you're still mad at him, you hate him for doing this to you
All you wanted was a nice goddamn communication about what you didn't like with his behavior
Instead, he does this, so, that you'll be distracted from the main problem that you both have that is very needed to be talked about
He knows what the fuck he's doing and that makes you even more angrier
But, god- you love him so much that if he can ruin you over and over, you would let him do it
"Do you want me to stop?" His grabs the flesh of your ass as he raises you up and you yelp as he places you in the counter
It became more aggressive, desperate, needy
He takes off your denim shorts along with your panties without a warning he doves on your pooling cunt as it clenches around nothing as he dips his tongue inside of you
"E-Eddie- ah!" You lean your chest and back forward to get close to him as he grips so tightly around your inner thighs as you can feel his nails dig deeper into it that is for sure will leave marks but you didn't mind
You can feel his fanning breath on the area of your tight hole as he tastes you on his tongue, he hums in delightment as he kept his hungry eyes on you as he eats you out
Your brows pulled together as your face contorts in pleasure as you start grinding against his face as he holds you steady
"Wh-what the fuck? Eddie?- oh-" you can see the mischief on his eyes and he knows, he knows you're pissed off at him but you can't deny that he is so good at it
Your hands went through his hair as you tug it making him groan as he buries himself on your heat
Your eyes went large when he pulls you closer to him and your legs went through his shoulders as he tongue fucks you on a different angle making your eyes blurry as you squeezed it shut
You moan louder and your breath becomes heavier as you continue to grind against his face
You placed your hands flat on the counter surface as you tried to control your building familiar sensations on your stomach
You tried to push him away from your cunt because you can't help it anymore but he won't let you do that, he is a fucking menace
He dips his tongue deeper inside as he devours you, your eyes rolled back as you sigh and scream his name as you came undone
Your eyes are half-lidded as your arms went wobbly and if you ever try to stand up your knees can buckle anytime
Eddie looks at you like you're some sort of prey as his brown eyes went darker and he grins devilishly
He palms your pussy as he slides his finger inside of you making you whine as you hold his wrist
"You taste so good, baby" he moans as he licks his finger off clean as you bring his hand to your breasts
"But it isn't enough for me" his voice sounds deeper than before
You haven't calmed down yet but the moment you hear his belt unbuckling you open your eyes and you can see his angry tip growing harder
But before you can say anything, he snaps off your strapped blouse revealing your naked chest
He holds his dick as he slams into your entrance making you squeal
"O-Oh my f-fucking go-d!" You held onto him as he rocks his hips slowly
"Shit, you're so soaked" he grunts as he rests his head on the crook of your neck
He pulls back as he watches you completely in the ecstasy of the feeling of him inside of you
You copy his movements as his head falls backward
He held both of your legs as he sheathes himself inside, your walls are already clamping onto him
You place your palms on the counter as you raise yourself as you grind harder onto him making him moan in your action
He slides himself inside and outside of you harder and faster as you watch how he easily slips on you
He smirks when he catches you looking at it, "See, that? sweetheart? that's you, I'm about to bust-"
You clench around him as you can't raise yourself any longer as you start whimpering and panting at him
Your body begins to shake as he carefully brings your legs around his waist as he fucks you deeper
You cannot even close your legs at him anymore as it falls down more than once
"I know, baby, I know- fuck" he growls as your high pitched moans becomes more louder
He takes a look at you as he kisses you swallowing your moans as you arch your back
Bodies slapping, you're sweating and so is he, your mind is gone out of the window
Fuck, even if you hate him, you always cave in
You shout his name as your bit down to his shoulders as he sighs in pleasure as he rocks his hips at you spilling his load in your velvety walls
"That's right, baby, take it just like that" he can feel you squeezing him not wasting any ounce from his seed as you hum in agreement
You're shocked
That he didn't let go of you this time
He lets you hold him, you embrace him as he caresses your hair softly, you smile
But you can feel your eyes tiring begging to close, he sense that, so, he picked you up and you're already in the verge of falling asleep
The scattered pieces of clothing are ignored in the floor
He places you in his bed as he goes along with you, he sleeps with you for the first time that night
You turn around in the bed not opening your eyes yet and you met with a cold empty space
Typical
You scoff as you get up and pick up the robe and tied it to yourself to cover your body as you picked up the clothes you wore last night and throw it into the laundry
His guitar is not present in the room, so, you figure out that he's there with them
Not that you don't want him to hang out with them, not that you avoid him for having a social life
You just want to be a part of his life too
Be his, it's all you ever wanted
Jonathan is a good friend of yours back in Hawkins Indiana, he's honest and very dear to you
You remember your last conversation him before the way he interrupted you with your ramblings about Eddie, he knows that something isn't right with you and your relationship with him
He just doesn't want you to be heartbroken, he knows what will happen to you after all of this will end, that's why you'll always receive those sympathetic eyes of him
But no matter what he do, he can't stop you, he can't even prevent you to feel hurt because he just knows how awful he is to you
If only he's more like Jonathan, Nancy is a really lucky girl
"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, you always think about him first, I mean- have you ever think about yourself? just for once?" He reaches for his drink as he kept his eyes on you
Your lips slowly downturns as you start mustering, "You know how much I love him, Jonathan" you softly murmur and he just rolls his eyes as he leans forward to steal a french fry on your plate as you playfully glare at him
"Yeah, I know, I'm just worried that he won't treat you right, he doesn't deserve you, you deserve someone who is better than him" he chuckles at your shocked face because of his action but his face turns back to serious as he continues to talk to you
You already knew about that, you know what you entered in the first place even though you know it will tear you down in the process, you can't even remember how you fell in love with him, you just did, it only takes you by a first glance and then boom, you got yourself felling harder
He saw you in the crowd and you can't believe he chose you and at first it was all very romantic and sweet until he can't stop talking about you over the phone, talking about how much he misses you, saying that you should be with him and he even demands that you should stay with him
You really thought that he was serious about your "relationship together", he wants it to make it official but why he hasn't told the public yet? you thought you both have the same feelings for each other and it turns out, you're the only one who has very deep feelings about him
You've been doing this for weeks, staying over at his tour bus as he fucks your brains out everytime you came around
For him he only loves you for sex but to you?
He is everything to you, god- doesn't he even realized how much you've done anything for him? You never once did talk bad about him back when a paparazzi intercepted your path while you're walking in the streets asking you questions about what is your role in Eddie's life, you faced public scrutiny, you know your reputation can be ruin if things goes backwards
But you didn't care because why? You love him
You know this is so bad for you, anyone can see it, you got these sympathetic looks from all of his crew and even his bandmates
Does he treat every girl that he gets this way? that's why whenever he picked up a girl they already have this look on their faces that they dreaded it?
Jonathan can tell that you're keeping it together, your eyes are now glassy as your mind is elsewhere, he knows that you just wanted to be someone you truly love even that person isn't right for you
You keep this whatever what the fuck this is, you might get yourself ruin apart at the end but at least you have the time of your life with someone you truly adore
"Hey, I hope you know that you find someone who will love you so much as much as you do"
Sometimes, your friend's words makes you startle a little at how accurate they are
You just smile fondly, "Thanks, Jonathan"
He already tried to talk you out of this, of course, he is disappointed at first when he find out that you're fucking not only a metalhead but a goddamn famous rockstar, he knows guys like that can't settle down, he can read people easily at first look, but no matter what he say about, he knows that you won't change your mind, so, he took your hand in his as he squeezes it
"Just so you know, I'll be here for you, when the time comes" he speaks softly as he gauges for your reaction he knows how fast you can froze by the words that hit you but you masked up your pained expression as you look into his eyes
You're about to leave with Eddie after your lunch together as you look at the window, Jonathan saw how in love you are, he can't help but feel sorry for you
You fell in love with a wrong person
"I'll call you, okay?" You smile despite the sting in your chest
Once again, you cried to yourself as you took a bath
You scrubbed like there's no tomorrow on every inch of your body
You let him come and go
Whatever state you are in
That's how dedicated you are to him, you don't even think twice how things would end up if you always let him take over you
He came home very late that day and even you're sleepy but you can feel him dragging you closer to him as he hugs you and he presses a kiss to your back
You don't know how to feel about this, you always fell whenever he does these things to you, I mean- does he know? every single action he makes to you drives you absolutely crazy?!?
You woke up in the morning as you glare the person beside you who is peacefully asleep
You always decided against with the thought of punching him to his gut, scratching his face out of anger, slapping him until his face fall off
Eddie is not always a light sleeper, so, you aggressively took off the blanket that is covering the both of you and get yourself positioned on top of him
You take off your panties as you untied his gray sweatpants as you pull it down letting his dick springs free slapping against his stomach as you spit on the palm of your hand as you began to stroke it
You're upset but also feel aroused, you want him to know what it feels like
Your delicate small hand is wrapped around his cock as you jerk him off, he stirs in his sleep slightly, but as soon as you heard his soft snores you proceed what you needed to do
When you felt his dick is solid rock hard, your cunt is on bitching heat as you reach at the hem of your nightgown revealing yourself to him naked as he still asleep
You carefully grab his dick guiding it at the tight hole of your entrance as you sink down, you moan and whimper at the intrusion as you throw your head backwards
You bit down your bottom lip as your eyes starts prickle in tears, you begin to grind yourself, you're heavily breathing, your cheeks are flushed
That's where his mind and body registers what is happening as he slowly opens his eyes, his vision becomes clearer when it lands on you on top of him fucking him while he is asleep as he tries to cover his stunned expression but he can't, you're drooling and he can see the dilated pupils on your eyes
He looks down at your cunt and his dick is coated with your fluids as he groans as starts copying your movements lazily
You saw the look on his face and it becomes a cocky smirk as he holds both of your hips
He missed the unreadable stare on your eyes as he pants and he grabs both of your breasts making you whine in pleasure
"Fuck- baby- good morning to you" he says with a gruff voice as he brings you closer to him
"Morning" he didn't catched the stern tone on your voice as you begin to bounce on his cock all of the sudden making him curse under his breath
His mouth hangs open as he blinks rapidly his hold on you became tighter as he tries to rut himself but he can't since he is too pussydrunk
You moan out loud as you bounce on his cock harder and faster and he uses the energy that is left with him as he pulls you making you squeal and say his name so hotly
"What's gotten in-to you- s-sweetheart? you missed me?" He says between kisses as he swallows your pretty noises as he marked you up on your chest and neck hitting that sweet spot that makes your head spin
"I-I just wanna make you feel this" you pulled back as his face flashes with confusion but the moment you lean backward and placed your palms on his knees as you rock your hips rougher
"Oh- christ!" He exclaims as his eyebrows knitting focusing at how hot you look like this, you're so fucking sexy
You study his face at how he reacts on your every movement with him, despite your hips stutter and you feel the familiar core coming into you
"I-I'm gonna- sweetheart- fuck- I'm dying here" he moans as he tries not to pull trigger early
"I-I know, I'm close" you whisper as he slams his lips onto yours as you mewl as you place yourself on his neck almost biting him when it finally snaps as you grind to take it all with you as you both calm down
He kisses you as he pours all of his white seed to you painting your velvety walls as you clamp around him making him grunt
When you finally got calm down take note he is still holding you keeping you in place but the moment you slapped his arm away when he tries to reach out and hold you, he got confused again
You wore your panties and your nightgown again, he watches his cum leaking out of you and his eyes following you as you reach for the doorknob, and he puts back on his sweatpants as he sits down on the bed
"What the hell are you doing?" Now, he wants you to stay? What a fucking hypocrite
You humorlessly chuckle as you shake your head, you turn around to face him
You lean downward to meet his eyes, "So, now you know how it feels like, huh?"
"Feels like to be what?" His eyes goes everywhere on your face as he begs for an answer
"To be used" your face falls completely showing him that you can be cold at him
You left him mouth hanging open as he closes and starts shooking his head as he followed you outside
He catches to you downstairs as he blocks your path
You're shooting daggers at him but you know this argument won't do shit to improve your relationship to him, so, you move to other side as you continue coming down from the stairs
"Used you?" He repeats as he tries to understand, you ignore him as you pour yourself a cup of coffee
You nod as you went into the fridge grabbing the leftovers from last night to reheated up
"You think- I used you?" He implied as you incredulously laugh at him
"What does this look like to you?" You point yourself and to him
"We're in a relationship" he says as he shrugged and he doesn't even sound pretty confident with his answer as you chuckle dryly
You almost choke when you take a sip from your coffee
"Bullshit" you say plainly as you pick up a plate and open the drawers for the cutlery
"That's not bullshit" he gives you a deadpan stare
The audacity of this guy
"Oh, it's not bullshit to you? Well- let me take this down for you, Eddie, did you ever mentioned me some of your interviews and whatever the press asks you what I am in your life? I don't know?! You fucking tell me" you throw your arms up as you scoff when you saw the guilty crosses his features
"See? That's what I thought" you point out to his face as you take a seat on the table he follows suit yet again
"You know that I just can't-" he thinks deeply as he can't even look at you now, too ashamed of it
"Oh, yes you can, all you have to do is say those words but you can't, of course, because you're too chicken shit, afraid of your own damn feelings" you retorted as you give him a pointed look
"I am not-" he goes closer to you but he halted when you stood up, the fork clinks when you drop it on the table
"You're not? So, tell me- tell me now, do you love me Eddie?" You stare at him despite you already know the answer and it pains you
His face becomes pale and it looses it's color as he stares at you
"I-I don't-" he stutters as he doesn't know what to do with his hands as he averts his gaze somewhere else
You click your tongue, "Eddie, it's a simple question, it's not a trick, I said- do you love me?!" You repeat your words as he stood there, he opens his mouth but no words coming out of it
Does he suddenly didn't have the ability to talk?
He said nothing
He didn't answered
His silence is making your heart took out of your body and he crushed it just like that
The way he can't reply fast screams volumes
"Why am I not surprised" you chuckle wryly as you turn your back at him as you walk away
"No-" he takes your hand as you snatch it off and he frowns
"Do you have any idea?"
"Of what?"
"What would I have done?"
He knows what you're talking about and it deepens his regretful features as he looks at you
"I endured a lot, Eddie- I would've told anyone else about how awful you are to me, I would do it, anything at all, worse than anyone" you say between chokes of your tears making your throat tighten at how bad you feel about your relationship
Not only your relationship but how bad you feel about yourself
"I can't because I love you-" you murmur as you look down in the floor, you don't wanna see how broken you are
"But I do-" he tries to hold you but you keep backing away from him and it saddens him
"No, you don't- Eddie, don't say things that you didn't mean" you look back at him and now he sees even just a glimpse of you of trying to keep yourself together, for him, there's a heavy weight falls to his chest, a feeling that he has never felt before
A feeling that for sure that he will blame himself in the future
Not now, but he will realize it sooner
You took matters into your own hands
After his last concert of his tour, you already packed up and ready to go, you got your passport ready, everything is settled
As much as you wanted to stay with him and be with him forever, no matter what can you do to argue with him nothing will ever change
Even you turn the world upside down nothing will ever happen between the two of you
He's jaded, he couldn't even break it
You are frightened about your future
You will always be the one to look out for him but what about you?
You loved him but he doesn't and you're just wasting your time for someone who will never ever repay of what you did to him
"Hey, baby-" he enters the backroom of the stage
He kisses you but you only gave him a peck knowing damn well if you gave in, it will be you who under the covers again naked and it will be a neverending cycle
You need to cut the tie off, you wanted out
Doing what's right, without a reward
"What's the problem?" He pulls back as he held both of your shoulders
"I am leaving you, Eddie" god- you can't believe words like that would come out of your mouth
You've never thought this day would come
"What? come on- sweetheart, you don't mean that" he kept holding you in place it's almost like he is begging you
"But I do, Eddie-"
"You said before that you can be patient"
Oh
Right, he was right about that, but your time with him has been washed out, it's tiring, you already did become patient only to be neglected all the damn time
"I did, but not anymore"
"Baby- don't"
"We don't have to fight, Eddie!" You tear yourself away from as you move backwards, his shoulders slumped down as he runs a stressful move to his hair
"It's not even worth fighting anymore" you hold back your tears as you pick up your stuff
His eyes widens and he hugs you from the back "N-No- please"
"Eddie, let go of me" your bags fall from your grasp as you tried to take his wrists off away from your body
"W-What do you want?" He takes out a shaky breath as his eyes goes everywhere to your face
"I loved you and I still do" you point it out to him and you let the bittersweet tears streaming down from your cheeks
You began to stomp and push him by the chest angrily as he hangs his head down shameful, "Just wanted passion from you!, just wanted what I gave you!
"Eddie! I've waited and waited!" Your voice cracks as you couldn't even recognize yourself how beaten you are from this foreboding relationship
You laugh at yourself as you wipe your tears away, "Man, am I the greatest?"
"But you are-" he steps forward as he wants to hold you but he couldn't
He lost you now, it's his own fault for taking you for granted
You huff, "God, I hate it" you shake your head at yourself
"All my love and patience, unappreciated" you flash him with a sad smile as you sniffle
"Don't talk like that, I do appreciate-"
"Stop fucking lying! Eddie!" You exclaim as you sigh in exasperation
"This is who I am, I don't do what you wanted me to do" he defends himself, you shut your eyes as you look at him
All you can see is no remorse, no regret, no fear of what things could've been, should've been, would've been
But you can also see that he is sad and that look will always haunt you, if only he can see what you want him to see
As much as it hurts you even more, you know and you highly doubted that he won't ever change, he has no plans to make himself a better person
"I know, that's why I am leaving out of your life, Eddie, it's over" you say as your face went nonchalant again like nothing happened earlier
He froze at your words as he blinks fast as he watches you walking out of him as he stare at your back and you stopped as you look back at him again for one last time
He thought you would come back to him but to your eyes says no otherwise
"I shouldn't have to say it, you could've been the greatest"
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