#one day i will move out. one day i will not have to see these people anymore. one day the man who molested me will be dead. one day one day
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OBSESSED with the whole american x 141 man combo. smut ahead!
Not necessarily giving up your identity when you move out of the US, just wanting to explore different cultures and see new things. Then you meet one of the boys, maybe itâs Kyle or Johnny, and they introduce you to your actual, literal husband within a week of knowing you. And Simon Riley isnât a bad guy, they tell you, just a little rough around the edges. And youâre young, in a new country, you flew on a plane for the first time to get here and it didnât go down so you feel invincibleâ and you fuck Simon Riley.Â
The mask isnât even in the equation, he wonât wear it when heâs not on a mission or on base, and heâs got a scar on his cheek thatâs textured when you grab his face and kiss him. He tastes like bourbon. You taste like vodka and lime. He lays you down on your hotel mattress and spreads your legs and calls you love while heâs fucking you.Â
âFuck, lovie, like that. Take it like that.â you thought maybe the accent would make it too funny to be sexy but there might be something to be said about pavlovâs dog and the bell hereâŚ.Â
Heâs so big and so on top of you and heâs pushing your legs to your chest to pin you underneath him while he fucks you. You feel sorry for the other people on the floor the next morning but in moment all you can think is Simon, Simon, Simon and all you can do is beg him donât stop, donât stop, donât stopâÂ
Youâre so happy you got your IUD before you started traveling.Â
Simon says sometimes he thinks he did it in the wrong order. You fucked and then he took you out to dinner. You tell him sometimes you wish he would have let you ride him that night. He remedies your wishes immediately, all the time.Â
Did you know thereâs only one Taco Bell in all of England? You crave chalupaâs so intensely that you once rode a train for an hour and a bus for three just to have the worst Taco Bell of your life. Did you know that almost 50% of Americans own a gun or are proficient with one? Color 141 the most surprised theyâve ever been when you go to a gun range while theyâre stationed in Texas and Simon tries to teach you gun safety but you correct him the entire time.Â
âI used to go hunting with my dad, Si, I know this.â and then you have decently good grouping thatâs just a little to the left and Johnny tries to show you how itâs really done andâ misses entirely.Â
âIs that how itâs done, Johnny?â you taunt, smiling so cheekily that Simon canât keep his own smile off his face.Â
âListen up, bonnie, Iâve done more training-âÂ
âDoesnât seem like it to me.â you mumble. Simon swear he can see the steam coming out of Johnnyâs ears.Â
âLass, so help me God, if you donât-âÂ
âPoor baby, Johnny,â you frown, still taunting him, your hips sway as you walk up to him and take his face into your hands, âDid you get beat in a shooting contest by a civvie? Will you live to see another day?â You shake his head in your hands and Johnny goes red for a completely different reason than his pride and anger. Johnnyâs hands twitch, Simon can see him reaching for your sides as you release his face and step away from him. Soon, Simon wants to tell him, sheâs going to tell you soon.
#guuuuuyyyyyysssss please don't judge me for not knowing anything about the UK#I know i could have googled it but im just a little rat okay#I don't know anything#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader smut#ghost smut#ghost cod#ghost mw2#smut
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the very first night.
summary. the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend.
pairing. kim mingyu x fem!reader genres. romance, angst, smut, exes to lovers!au, roommates!au word count. 19.7k
âł warnings. profanity, alcohol conusmption, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, protected sex) âł a/n. title is the very first night by taylor swift. reposted from my old blog.
ONE
You think that all the decisions youâve made in your life so far have all boiled down to this one moment.
Karmic retribution, if you will.
Despite the six months for which you and your ex-boyfriend have been separated, Kim Mingyu looks the same. The same floppy hair that never quite sits flat on his headâthough heâs let it grow a tiny bit, and now it curls behind his earsâand the same tight-fitting black shirt you swear you tried stealing from him once. Wire-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and warm brown eyes that peer back at you. Pink lips which beckon you with a small, yet welcoming smile.
âHey.â The word drags from his mouth, and he extends the last syllable for a second longer than necessary. âYouâre here early.â
Shit. Even his voice sounds the same.
You heft your suitcase and place it by your feet just so you can avoid eye contact. Under different circumstances, Mingyu probably wouldnât have let you carry your suitcase all the way up the stairs to the third floorâthe elevator has been out of commission since before you even met him, and that doesnât appear to change anytime soon. He probably would have lugged the whole thing upstairs, despite your protests and claims that youâre strong enough to do it on your own. But now, you can only sense his gaze on your figure as you place it securely on the floor.
When you straighten up, heâs still looking at you. He has an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his chest, but his eyes are clouded, almost as if heâs built some kind of impenetrable fortress against you. You have your walls up, tooâin the slight clench of your jaw and defiant raise of your chinâand itâs something someone else wouldnât be able to notice, but youâre sure Kim Mingyu has.
âYeah. Um.â You attempt to smile, pray it doesnât visibly appear as a grimace, and gesture behind you with your thumb. âThe packers and movers came by pretty early, so everything ended up moving faster.â
âI see.â He purses his lips, evidently running out of things to say. (Good for you, really, because thereâs nothing for you to say either.)
You take the chance to glance behind himâa feat in itself, considering how broad his shoulders areâand observe the interiors of what is going to be your home for the next year. Beige walls, the ratty sofa he bought off a garage sale, the television set he originally used to play video games on but ended up using it to watch shows insteadâand a potted succulent placed in the corner. That wasnât there before.
Before you allow your lips to tug up amusedly, Mingyu speaks again. âIs that all? Whenâs the rest of your stuff coming in?â
âThe movers said theyâd have everything ready within two days. It might take me longer to get everything sorted out, though,â you reply, aiming your gaze downwards at your suitcase.
Itâs an old thing, with fraying fabric and rusty wheels, but it currently contains a fraction of your belongings: Clothes, toiletry, a small pouch where you keep items that have a special significance to you. Only the bare essentials, really. Mingyu had assured you that the room was furnished, with a bed, closet and desk. His old roommate, Minghao, had moved out but left the furniture behind because he had no reason to take them with himânot when he moved in with his girlfriend in her own apartment. All thatâs left for the movers to bring over is your bookshelf, your book collection, the rest of your clothes, the Ikea drawer you and your best friend, Park Jihyo, built together, and other smaller items like your desk lamp and office chair.
âThatâs okay,â Mingyu says. âTake as long as you need.â
You nod, mumbling a âthank youâ, then bend down to pick up your suitcase.
Mingyu moves aside, granting you enough space to roll it across the floor and head over to the side that leads to the Minghaoâs old room. Right opposite you is the doorway that leads to Mingyuâs bedroom, and further to the side is the corridor that opens into the kitchen, the small space where he keeps a dining table, and the bathroom.
In a way, youâre glad your room is situated further away from those places. Ghosts of memories linger there, ones that you canât bear to revisit.
No, itâs better this way; youâre away from everything that you used to consider a second home. Maybe if you close the door behind you, you can pretend like youâre in some kind of void where the only things that exist are you and the bed.
âWait, Y/N.â
You pause, feeling⌠something. The way he says your name, so casually, as if itâs second nature to him (it used to be) and nothing has changed at all, has you on edgeânot in the good way, but not in the bad way either.Â
You turn around. âYeah?â
âUm.â Your ex-boyfriend hesitates for a second. âIâm⌠going out for dinner with Minghao and some others, is that okay? It might be late by the time I come back.â
âOkay.â Then, feeling the need to clarify something, you say, âYouâyou donât have to tell me that. We donât⌠owe each other an explanation for where the other is.â
Mingyu stays quiet, and you look away, teeth worrying your bottom lip. You wonder if heâs going to say anythingâor even show any kind of reaction at all.Â
âRight. We donât.â His voice is toned down with a kind of uneasiness that you donât blame him for. Heck, even you feel a twinge of hurt rise up your throat at your own words. âIâll⌠let you get some rest.â He nods once, places his hands in his pockets, and walks back to his room.
Your grip on the suitcase handle tightens. Once you enter your room, you let out a pained sigh. You shut the door and turn your back to the wooden blockade that separates you from the rest of the apartment.
This is not going the way you expectedâbut then again, what had you expected? That everything between you and Mingyu would just vanish and you could talk to him normally without feeling that tiny pinprick of bitterness stab your chest every time you address him? You and Mingyu have a history, filled with good times and bad times, and six months spent away from each other will do nothing to erase that.Â
You think of what your old roommate, Jihyo, wouldâve said. Heâs just a boy, Y/N. Make him clean the toilet all the time so heâll automatically get sick of you.
You smile to yourself, unlocking your phone. Jihyo is probably too busy settling down in her new home in the city she moved to, so she canât pick up your call. You decide to send her a text message instead.
You switch to the food app, order your favourite dishes from the Indian place a couple of streets away, and toss your phone onto the bed. Kneeling, you unzip your suitcase and unpack the few items you have with you. As you move around, you can already imagine how to decorate the place, how to make it feel more like a home and less like youâre an intruder. The closet is just enough for all the clothes you ownâthe ones youâve packed and the ones stored in cardboard boxes yet to arrive. The desk placed opposite to the bed is perfect for when you have to work on your laptop late at night; if you place your lamp on it, you might even forget that youâre not in your old apartment. The bed already has a mattress with clean linen on the bedspread. You place your old Looney Tunes duvet on it.
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rings. You pause your unpacking to get the door and thank the delivery guy for the food. Mingyu has already left, judging by the lack of noise in the rest of the apartment. You just hope he doesnât come back home drunk and shit-facedâthat would definitely ruin the rest of your night, and the much-needed sleep you require.Â
You decide not to use the kitchen table, instead opting to take the food containers into your room, where you can eat and watch a show at the same time. Itâs lonely, but at least you can have your meal somewhere comfortable.
Your phone rings with notifications. You pick it up, carefully balancing the bowl of curry on your knee.Â
(19:47) Jihyo: hows the apartment??? did u make mingyu clean the toilet yet?
(19:47) Mingyu: hey, iâm at a thai place. do you want anything to eat at home? i could get something packaged.
You smile at the first text, tense up at the second one, and place your phone down next to you. Not replying to either of their messages might be a bad idea, but right now, all you want is to have your spicy curry and naan in peaceâyour best friend and ex-boyfriend be damned.
TWO
Itâs only after you move in with Mingyu that your separation from Jihyo truly sinks in. Now, thereâs no one you can wake up at two in the morning because your period started and you ran out of pads, or gossip about that one campus couple who broke up in public at your favourite boba place.
Not to mention the fact that living with your ex-boyfriend is mildly awkward at best and stupidly melancholic at worst.
Itâs been a week, but you and Mingyu seem to have figured out a way to work in tandem. It appears as though neither of you want to see the otherâjust yet, at least. He goes for a morning jog at six; your alarm rings at six. He comes back reeking of sweat at seven in the morning; youâre getting ready to leave for work by then. You do the dishes on the days he vacuums the apartment and vice versa. It leaves no room for conversation, other than the occasional greetings and small talk when you happen to cross paths.
In fact, ever since you purposefully ignored Mingyuâs text asking if you wanted anything from the Thai restaurant, heâs made a conscious effort at avoiding you.
You nearly jump out of your seat when someone taps your shoulder. âHey.â
You turn around and meet your co-worker, Lee Seokminâs eyes. He smiles at you, eyes curving into little crescents.
âHi,â you say, smiling back automatically.
If thereâs one person you can count on to bring a smile to your lips, even if itâs eight oâclock in the morningâat work, no lessâitâs Lee Seokmin. His cheerful nature and lively personality is infectious. His happiness radiates outwards in waves that everyone gets swept up on. You might even consider yourself envious of how easily he sways everyone, with that exuberant smile and those good-natured compliments he doles out to everyone like they cost him nothing. (Which they donât, you suppose.)
âSomething on your mind?â
Your smile turns into a grimace. âYou could tell?â
He gives you a little half-shrug, still smiling. âYou had a weird, serious, think-y face. And before you come at me for think-y not being a real wordâIâm very aware of that, thank youâitâs the best way I can describe you.â
âYou chose think-yââ you bite back a chuckleâ âas the best word to describe me? Come on, Seokmin, you can do better than that.â
âI can,â he agrees, âbut only when the situation is appropriate.â His face turns grave, and he continues, âBut seriously, Y/N. Did you have a rough night?â
His eyes roam over your face, evident concern shown in the curve of his lips and the slight dip of his eyebrows. You control your wince, wondering if the swollen bags underneath your eyes arenât as concealed by your makeup as you thought.Â
Rough week, more like. But you donât say that to him. âSomething like that,â you say.
âYou moved out a while back, right? Howâs the new place?â
âItâs⌠good. Close to the supermarket and all that. Everything is within, like, a ten-metre radius, so I donât have to go very far to get things.â
âThatâs nice to hear,â Seokmin says, and you can tell he really means it. âI bet youâre tired, though, with all that packing and unpacking and moving around.â
He bends closer, the front of his loosely tucked shirt just barely touching the back of your chair. This close, you can smell the faint scent of Seokminâs deodorant and fabric softener. He taps his finger on the arm of your chair. âDo you want to get some coffee with me?â
âUm.â You look back at your laptop and the pile of binders next to it. Seokmin seems to know what youâre thinking, because he huffs and says, âCâmon, Iâm sure Seungcheol wouldnât mind if you took a coffee break.â
âI guess,â you return, flashing him a smile when he rolls your chair backwards to give you space to stand up.
Getting up, both of you weave your way to the third floor, where the only functioning coffee maker is housed. The elevator is too crowded and busy for you to use to get down from your position on the seventh floor, so you settle for using the stairs. Throughout the ten-minute walk (which effectively turns into a fifteen-minute one, thanks to him), Seokmin waves and greets every single fellow office worker you pass by. By name.
You roll your eyes and bite your lip to hold back your laugh when a young, female internâprobably still in college by the looks of itâflushes bright red because Seokmin complimented her barrette.
He catches your eye and grins. âWhatâs so funny?â
You shake your head good-naturedly. âItâs nothing. Carry on with whatever you were doing.â
âWhat was I doing?â
âOh, you know,â you say airily, âmaking everyone fall head over heels for you because youâre just so nice.â
His grin only widens. âYou make it sound as though being nice is a bad thing.â
âThatâs not what I meant at all,â you protest. âIâm justâ Greeting every single person you see? By name? How do you even know everyone in the building?â
âI just check their ID card,â he explains, shrugging slightly. âI read this WikiHow article that said if you speak to people using their name, it creates a good impression and makes you appear more confident than you really are.â
âReally?â
Humming, Seokmin nods, before adding slyly, âIâm not sure what you mean by making everyone fall in love with me, though.â
âPlease,â you snort. âYouâre way too charming for your own goodâand I donât mean that in a bad way.â
âYou think so?âÂ
You can hear the smugness in his tone and you roll your eyes again. âYes, I think so.â
âThenâŚâ He trails off, gazing at the handrail.
Seokminâs voice turns softer, more serious. Contemplation bleeds into his features, and when he speaks again, he lacks the bravado he had with all the other people he spoke to on your way down.
âGuess I better work on charming the right people, huh?âÂ
You blink, but before you can digest Seokminâs words, he gives you another bright grin before rounding the corner and striding towards the coffee machine. You follow, the need for caffeine in your system overriding your instinct to mull over what your co-worker said. Unfortunately, it seems you and Seokmin arenât the only ones who want coffee; a long queue runs ahead of you. Your coffee break might end up taking longer than you thought.
âSo,â Seokmin casually drawls, one hand in his pocket and the other fiddling with his ID cardâs lanyard. âDo you want to talk about your rough night?â
âIâŚâ You pause and consider.Â
Should you tell Seokmin? You trust him enoughâyouâve known him for as long as youâve been working in this companyâand heâs always been friendly to you, offering you a ride home when both of you work overtime and paying for your food on the occasional visits to a cafĂŠ or a coffee shop. Besides, heâs the closest person you have to a friend, now that Jihyo lives in a different city and you canât call her up whenever you feel like it. You decide to tread the waters first, only telling him the bare minimum.
âHypothetically speaking,â you begin, âif you move in with someone you donât like but have known for years, what would you do?â
âThatâs a tough one.â He scratches his chin, pretending to think. âI guess it depends on the kind of past you share, yâknow? But either way, I would try to⌠make peace with them, I guess. Like a ceasefire. Offer them an olive branch. Hypothetically speaking, of course.â He grins knowingly at the last bit and you shove his shoulder.
What Seokmin said makes sense. You and Mingyu are living together; your past relationship shouldnât come in the way of talking to each other. But it does, so much more than it should. Try as hard as you might, every time you think of Kim Mingyu, the first thing that comes to your mind is all the kisses youâve shared, the way his arms feel around you, how both of you broke the promises you made to each otherâall because you were too proud and he was too stubborn.Â
You still are proud. For all you know, Mingyu might still be stubborn.Â
What a pair, you think drily.
You and Seokmin shuffle forwards. He stays silent, allowing you to process your thoughts and wonder how, exactly, youâre going to get over Mingyu and talk to him without feeling like your stomach is twisting into a million knots.Â
Once you reach the coffee machine, Seokmin hands you a cup. âItâs hot,â he warns, before carefully handing you the styrofoam cup filled to the brim with the bitter brew. You cautiously take a sip, wincing when you almost burn your tongue and make a face at your co-worker when he chimes, âI told you.â
The walk back to your floor doesnât take as long as the walk down. Before you part ways, Seokmin offers you a small smile and a pat on your shoulder.
âIf youâre wondering how to approach your roommate,â he says, lowering his voice, âmaybe start off by offering them food. Works like a charm every time.â
Food. Yeah, you can manage that. Dinner with your ex-boyfriend.
Should be a piece of cake.
THREE
Asking Mingyu if he would like to have dinner with you is decidedly not a piece of cake.
When he comes back home from work, Mingyu has only one trajectory: Travel in a straight line from the door to his bedroom, offering you a tight smile if he sees you along the way. His bag is always slung across one shoulder and his shirt is always untucked and his hair is always a wild mess. If his appearance wasnât achingly familiar, you would probably laugh every time you see his unruly figure.
It takes a week for you to muster up the nerve to look Mingyu in the eye, after your conversation with Seokmin. Heâs been pestering you incessantly, almost exactly like Jihyo. When you told her about Seokminâs suggestion, she had been nothing short of enthusiastic. Your phone has been blowing up constantly with texts from her, egging you on and on and on to make a move first and raise the (hypothetical) white flag.Â
âIf you keep putting it off, youâre going to be very miserable for the rest of your immediate future,â was her reasoning when you called and spoke to her on the phone three days ago. âBut also if you donât fucking ask him to have a meal with you within the next week, I will fly over and have you both sit in a room, alone, and force you to talk.â
Both the options are pretty much the same. You didnât have the energy to tell Jihyo that.
Itâs on a Monday evening that you catch Mingyu and pop the question. A Monday evening thatâs insignificant, really. Almost laughable at how normal the evening is. Mingyu unlocks the door, closes it while toeing his shoes off, and gives you the same tight smileâone where it doesnât reach his eyes, his jaw is slightly clenched, and his lips thin into almost straight lines.Â
âMingyu.â Your voice comes out breathless, like youâve been jogging for miles before coming to a stop in front of him. He pauses, wind-ruffled hair framing his face in cloudy wisps.
âYeah?âÂ
âIâuhââ you force the words to tumble out of your lips, before you can overthinkâ âI was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me?â
Mingyu purses his lips, looking at you warily. Heâs careful, cautious, when he asks, âIs⌠there any special reason?â
You swallow. âNo,â you say honestly, not allowing your eyes to tear away from his. âThere isnât. But I tried making lasagne today, and I would like to share it with someone.â
For a minute, he doesnât say anything, only lets his bag fall into the crook of his arm. âOkay,â he says finally. âLet me just change and wash up.â
You nod, making your way to the kitchen to bring out the casserole. Youâre not usually one for cookingâyou prefer ordering takeout because itâs easier and they make the food better than you, anywayâbut simply ordering food didnât sit right with you. Lasagne is a dish youâve made a few times before, and you would rather make something youâre familiar with instead of trying to whip up something new.
When you go back into the kitchen, you find Mingyu already there, bent over an open cupboardâs door as he fishes out some plates and cutlery. Heâs wearing a loose white shirt and grey sweatpants, fringe falling freely over his forehead and obscuring his eyes.Â
âAre our regular plates okay or do we need the china ones?â he asks, still bent over.
âWhy do we need china plates? Wait, why do you even have china plates with you in the first place?â
He looks over at you and shrugs. âDunno. Minghao had a china cutlery phase, I think.â
That does sound like a phase Xu Minghao would have.
âThe regular ones are fine.â You donât want to risk breaking Minghaoâs precious cutlery.
While Mingyu wipes the plates with a dishcloth, you grab two mugs and pour orange juice from the fridge into them. You take one in each hand and follow Mingyu to the kitchen table, placing both of them on either side.
âOrange juice?â Mingyuâs eyebrows are raised.
âYeah. So?â you challenge him, raising your eyebrows as well.
But he doesnât say anything against your choice of beverage, only shrugs and mumbles, âWe should really stock up on alcohol.â
Your lips twitch. You donât allow yourself to smile.
Instead, you pull your chair back and sit down, steepling your fingers in front of you. Mingyu piles some food onto his plate. For some reason, you feel weirdly nervous. What if itâs not as good as you think? What if he doesnât like it?
You shake those thoughts away. This is Kim Mingyu. Even if the food was bad, he wouldnât tell you; he would only grin, compliment your culinary skills, and continue to eat despite everything.
âIs it⌠good?â you ask tentatively, after he takes a forkful into his mouth and chews deliberately.
He waits until heâs swallowed before answering. âItâs great. Really good,â he affirms, and you can hear in his voice that he means it.
Well, almost.
Itâs the slight dip and intonation of his tone, but itâs one youâre familiar with. You narrow your eyes at him. Mingyu continues eating, oblivious to your glare. In fact, he shovels more lasagne onto his dish and eats with more gusto, pausing every now and then to gulp down some orange juice.
âReally?â you say casually. âIâm glad. Maybe I should try some too.â
Mingyuâs reaction is so instantaneous, itâs almost comical. His eyes widen by a fraction, and he immediately reaches for the casserole. âYou should definitely try some,â he says. âBut itâs so good, I wanna have some more.â
You bite the inside of your cheek, watching Mingyu stuff more food into his mouth before deciding to put him out of his misery.
âMingyu. Tell me the truth. Howâs the food?â
He pauses, swallowing the food in his mouth and answering with a subdued, sheepish smile:
âItâs too salty.â
FOUR
âWhy are you leaving so early?â Jihyoâs voice crackles through your phone placed on your bed.
âSeokmin said he wanted to try out the croissants at the new bakery that opened nearby,â you reply, fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. âHe also said he wanted to buy a baguette so that he could whack his roommate with it. Something about going all the way to Paris to buy it but his roommate used it to hammer a nail into the wall and broke it.â
A pause, and then, âIs his roommate okay in the head?â
âGood question.â You grin at your reflection in the mirror, pat down the hair at the back of your neck, and grab your phone. âIâm heading out now. Iâll text you later.â
ââkay,â your best friend says. âTell Mingyu I said hi.â
âI will,â you say, but you already know youâre not going to greet him on behalf of her.
Things between you and Mingyu are⌠still pretty much the same, honestly. After that dinner fiasco, youâve been too embarrassed to properly address him, and heâs not made much of an effort on his part. Or maybe youâve been consciously avoiding him so much that he doesnât get a chance to put his foot forward. Either way, your cheeks still burn up whenever you think of that nightâs dinner, so for now, hiding in your room is quite possibly the only way you can prevent yourself from catching fire completely.
Stupid logic. Youâre a grown adult, with the ability to make good judgements and make decisions. Unfortunately, your decisions are mostly borderline idiotic.
Shouldering your bag, you leave your room and head to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Thereâs a Post-It note stuck on the refrigerator. Peeling it off the fridgeâs door, you read it curiously.
Got some cookies from Minghaoâs friendâs bakery. Iâve kept them in the pantry. Enjoy! :)Â
Mingyuâs familiar scrawl is branded into your head, and seeing the yellow square of paper makes nostalgia bubble inside your chest like a bath bomb dropped into a bathtub filled with water. You pocket the note, and smile so widely, your cheeks hurt.
Maybe heâs put his foot forward, after all.
Seokmin is already waiting for you outside your apartment building by the time you go out. He grins at you, his eyes crinkling in the corners and teeth flashing happily.Â
âHi,â you greet him. âDid you wait long?â
âNo.â Your co-worker shakes his head, still smiling. âI just got here, actually.â
âIâm glad.â You return his smile. âShould we head out?â
Seokmin nods. âOf course,â he says, and you fall into step with him.Â
He has a never-ending list of topics to talk to you aboutâand for the most part, youâre glad that heâs so outgoing. In twenty minutes, youâve learnt almost everything there is to know about his roommate, Jeonghan, his older sister, his fear of ladybugs (you snort out loud at that particular anecdote), and his favourite anime (Haikyu!! and One Piece). In return, you tell him about that time you and Jihyo accidentally walked into the wrong restroom at a bar, and how you got dumped by your high school crush because he thought you were better than him at playing basketball.
Itâs comfortable. Talking to Seokmin always is.Â
But you still donât talk about Mingyu. You try hard to stop thinking of him, but heâs always there at the back of your mind, an unopened gift that you donât unwrap.Â
Finally, you and Seokmin round a corner and find yourselves standing in front of the just-opened bakery. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafts through the open door. An array of different types of breads and other desserts is placed carefully on a display at the counter, and the owner greets you with a welcoming smile.
âWhat do you want to have?â Seokmin asks, holding your elbow and leading you in.
You eye the basket of croissants. The buttery confection looks delicious, but so does the tray of muffins placed next to it. And the bagels placed beside the muffins. âI canât decide.â
âHow about one of everything?â
You glance at him to see if heâs joking, but Seokmin looks completely serious. âYouâre kidding, right?â you say, grabbing his arm. âThereâs no way Iâm going to let you buy one of everything in this store!â
âI would,â Seokmin admits, a flush creeping up his neck, âif you asked me to.â
You groan. âSeokmin. Please donât.â
âAlright, alright.â He raises his hands in defeat. âIâm just saying, if you wanted me toââ
âOne croissant, please,â you interrupt, addressing the owner. âTo go. And he will haveâŚâ
âMake that two croissants,â Seokmin finishes. âIâll have whatever the ladyâs having.â
âHow gentlemanly of you.â
âI know.â
Seokmin pays for his croissant, and you pay for yours. The owner wraps them up and hands them to you, asking you to visit again. Once you exit, you unwrap yours and take a small bite. The bread is soft and melts in your mouth, leaving a sweet aftertaste. You take another bite, and itâs only then that you notice Seokmin looking at you, a corner of his lips turned upwards in a crooked smile and one hand in his pocket.
âWhat?â you ask, suddenly self-conscious. âDo I have crumbs on my face?â
âNo,â he replies. âI just⌠I would really love to do this again, Y/N.â
Oh.
Seokmin looks at you so hopefully. Like heâs been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Like he needs to get something off his chest. Like he never wants this moment to end.
â...Iâd like that, too,â you say.
Somehow, the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth, one that even another mouthful of the sweet snack canât erase.
FIVE
Itâs getting late, and yet Kim Mingyu is hellbent on getting you to keep him company. The worst part is that itâs workingâthough you would never admit that to him.
Being friends with your ex isnât that uncommon. You and Mingyu can be friends. But how long are you willing to put up with this ruse before it all blows up in your faces? Friendship between two people who used to date isnât that much of a big dealâbut thatâs just it, isnât it? You and Mingyu werenât just two people who used to date.
How did you even let him talk you into spending time with him? Or maybe thatâs all on you; youâve never been able to say no to him. One minute youâre looking at his face and remembering the lasagne gone wrong, the next heâs asking if you want to watch a movie with him. Except neither of you have updated your Netflix subscription, so this was a bad idea all along.
Maybe talking to Mingyu is a bad idea.Â
Maybe you should go back to your old ways, locking yourself up in your room and only acknowledging his presence when you happen to cross paths.Â
But the socialite in you nags, what if he thinks youâre some kind of hermit who only comes out to eat and drink? Besides, heâs here now, right next to you on the sofaâkeeping a respectable distance between your bodiesâas he watches a rerun of Americaâs Next Top Model because it was the least shitty thing playing on all the channels you scrounged through fifteen minutes ago.Â
Normally, you would be elated at the idea of poking fun at random reality shows, expressing your exasperation at the poorly-written scripted drama and the even worse acting. But even if the showoff between two aspiring models both named Jessica and sporting the same colour of fake tan and bleached blonde hair was somewhat interesting, you find your gaze keeps wandering to your ex-boyfriend.
You trace the contours of his face with your eyesâthe cheekbones that jut out only slightly, the furrow created on his forehead as his eyebrows kiss, the way his honey-brown eyes stare at the screen in front of him with a focused intensity. Even the way his lips curve ever-so slightly upwards, despite him pressing them together, has you recalling just how soft they felt against your own.Â
His warm, soft skin. The prominent collarbone that you used to press small kisses to whenever you wanted to get his attention. The moles scattered all over his body, creating a canvas for you to paint on by tracing them with your fingers. The flex of his fingers as he bunches them into a loose fist.
Everything about him is so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time.
Even this semblance of friendship that has bridged the drawn-out distance between you both feels strangeâas though somewhere in the back of your subconscious, you recognise that this camaraderie is either a really good thing or could go extremely wrong. Youâre in the middle of that bridge, trying your best not to lean too much to the right or to the left, but even a slight misstep could lead to everything going downhill.
âAre you rooting for Jessice H. or Jessica C.?â
âHuh?â You blink, escaping your haze of thoughts. âIâm sorryâwhich one is which?â
Mingyu glances at you with a deadpan expression. âWeâve been watching them trying to one up each other for the past ten minutes.â
âSorry.â You smile sheepishly. âBoth of them look the same to me.â
âFair enough,â he acquiesces, before returning his focus to the show. âItâs the fake tan, isnât it? Although the hair is similar too⌠No wonder theyâve been arguing about who put on their mascara betterâit looks identical.âÂ
You play along. âOr maybe itâs the supposed Gucci belts. I had no idea Gucci made handbags with fake crocodile skin.â
âThe more you knowâŚâ
You laugh at that, and Mingyu looks at youâreally looks, the same way he used to when you made a bad joke and giggled at it yourself. He looks at you with adoration written all over his face, in the upward twist of his lips and the crinkling in the corners of his eyes.
You clamp your mouth shut immediately, feeling a sense of nostalgia, longing and wistfulness seep into your skin, through your flesh and settle deep into your bones.Â
Too much. Itâs too much, and itâs way too early, and you donât want to dwell on anything at the moment. So you do what you do best: You hide.
You tear your gaze off him and rub your palms on your old jeans. You hear Mingyuâs sharp intake of breath, but you force yourself not to look, not to think about him.Â
âHey, uhâI was supposed to call Jihyo right now,â you lie, and even you think it sounds lame coming out of your mouth, so thereâs no way Mingyu canât see through it.
âY/N,â is all he says.Â
You hate the way your chest clenchesâjust because he said your nameâbut what can you do? Escape the situation and never bring up the obvious elephant in the room?
Yeah. Thatâs exactly what you do. Making decisions isnât your forte, but youâll deal with the consequences of your actions later. Much, much later, if you can avoid it for as long as youâre living here.
You get up and make a beeline for your room, and Kim Mingyu doesnât say anything to make you stop.
SIX
Whenever you faltered, Jihyo was your voice of reason. She would help you back to your feet, give you a solid nudge on your shoulder and list out the pros and cons of everything, allowing you to formulate your own opinion and come to a decision.
She isnât being very helpful right now.
âThink about it,â she reasons. âBefore, he was your ex. Now, heâs the guy you live with. You have to talk to him, no matter what.â
Sheâs right. She knows you know sheâs right. You still refuse to acknowledge it, because pride comes before a fall, but you havenât fallen yet. Itâs more like youâre dangling off the precipice.
âHowâs Jaehyun?â you say instead, referring to the guy sheâs been crushing on ever since she moved to the new city.
Jihyo lets out an unimpressed sigh, the grainy image of her face on your phone screen contorting slightly. âDonât think youâre being super smart by changing the topic, Y/N. And heâs fine. We went out for boba the other day.â
âYeah?â You play with the fraying edge of the duvet thrown over your body. âThatâs nice.â
Jihyo hums, pushing some of her hair behind her ear. âAnd then he asked if we could hook up.â
You guffaw. âReally?â
âYeah.â She nods vigorously, affirming her statement. âI said no, obviously.â
âWhy? Afraid heâs too much to handle?â
âPlease,â your best friend snorts. âHave you seen him? I think Iâm too much for him to handle. He couldnât even pay for the boba without tearing his pocket because he was too enthusiastic in getting his wallet out.â
You smile thinly. Jihyo might be poking fun at the man, but you can tell from the twinkle in her eyes and the way her voice is filled with infectious joy that sheâs enamoured by him. You wish you could meet him in person. Instead, you have to settle for checking out his Instagram profile.
âAnyway,â she continues, stifling a yawn, âitâs late and I have to head out tomorrow. Iâll call you later.â
âOkay,â you say. âGood night. Donât dream of Jaehyun.â
She flips her middle finger at you and you roll your eyes, pressing the end button. Just when youâre about to fluff your pillow so you can lie down, you hear a knock on your door.
âY/N?â Mingyu sounds remarkably active, considering the fact that itâs currently fifteen minutes past midnight. âAre you awake?â
Curiosity compels you to answer honestly, âYeah. Is everything okay?âÂ
You tread over to the door, swinging it open. Mingyu is in his sweatpantsâa pair you know he only wears for bedâand a loose graphic T-shirt. Youâre wearing pretty much the same attire, except your shirt is an old one, worn-out from your high school days, and it doesn't fit you that well anymore. You tug the hem over your hips consciously.
âYeah,â he says, nodding. âYeah, everythingâs okay. I was justâŚâ He pauses, raising a hand and ruffling his hair. âDo you wanna get some ice cream?â
Of all possible things you expected Mingyu to ask you, this certainly wasnât one of them. You blink, bemused.Â
âOrâor we donât have to,â he backtracks, when you donât say anything immediately. âI was just craving something sweet, thatâs allââ
âOkay,â you say, surprising yourself with your answer. Mingyu is trying to extend the olive branch you placed in between you both, and you have to appreciate that. Regardless of your personal feelings. Besides, Jihyo was rightâheâs the guy you live with, and you need to be able to spend time with him. As friends. Nothing more.
âOkay.â He exhales, relieved. âItâs right across the street.â
âI think I know the one youâre talking about.â
The ice cream parlour is a ten-minute walk from your apartment, but walking with Mingyu makes time fly. He says something about mint chocolate being an underrated flavour, and you insinuate that it deserves to be, and just like that, conversation flows between you both as though your past is some kind of a fever dream.
Where Seokmin is a bright ray of sunshine lighting up your way on a cloudy day, Mingyu is moonlight, skittering over your figure and providing solace in the dark. Seokmin is infectious laughter and gleeful smiles; Mingyu is whispered jokes and shared silence.
Perhaps itâs those very qualities that made you fall so hard for the man next to you. You know for sure itâs those very qualities that still have you in his grip, even though he doesnât know it. Maybe thatâs why talking to him is awkwardâbecause how do you move on from someone who captured your heart and kept it for safe-keeping but know that thereâs one big, gaping hole in your chest where his heart is supposed to be? Even now, a small part of you belongs to Mingyu, like a little token which heâs kept locked up and hidden the key.
Six months is a long time, but neither you nor Mingyu seems to be able to bring up what happened. Maybe itâs for the best, you think. You would rather have a small bit of this domesticity that feels familiar than have everything blow up in your face because of the harsh words you exchanged.
You ignore the tightening in your chest and focus on the warmth pooling in your stomach when Mingyu grins and offers you a chance to redeem yourself when it comes to good ice cream flavours. You say mint chocolate is tolerable, but only because Mingyu likes it.
SEVEN
Seokmin drops by your cubicle almost every day now. He offers to drop you back home, too.
Each time, you smile but decline politely. You still feel guilty about saying that you would like to spend more time with him as wellâbut in your defence, you didnât really lie; you do want to spend more time with him, but only as a friend. Seokmin didnât specify how exactly he wants to go out with you.
Itâs getting harder to say no, however. Seokmin is everything if not persistent, and his determination to take you out has you crumbling under his forlorn gaze and pleading words.
He doesnât make your heart beat faster, or make butterflies erupt inside your belly. Being with Seokmin doesnât come with bright fireworks or flashy songs. Itâs finding the extraordinary in the mundane, and laughing yourselves silly over jokes that arenât even that funny.
So. Itâs not Mingyu, but Seokmin is nice and friendly and stable, and you think you can fall for him. You and Mingyu arenât going to cross the threshold of friends ever again, anyway. Thereâs nothing stopping you from going out with Seokmin.
âOkay,â you say when he asks you again, a half-resigned look on his face when he assumes youâll just say no again.Â
The way his expression morphs to elation is worth it, you think. He surges forward, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a tight hug. âThank you,â he whispers into your ear, and the joy he feels is infectiousâas most good things with Seokmin areâso itâs no surprise that your cheeks are already hurting from smiling too hard.
When you update Jihyo about the latest turn of events, she tuts disapprovingly and says, âHave you told Mingyu?â
âNo,â you say, feeling defensive. âI donât have to tell him, do I?â
Your best friend waits for a beat. âYou donât, I guess.â
Mingyu interrupts your call then, and you quickly tell Jihyo youâll text her later. He stands in the living room, holding up a pair of button down shirts, one in each hand, forehead creased and mouth downturned.
You lean against your doorway, amused. âYou called?â
His face clears as he looks at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. âI have this work event I need to attend tomorrow, but I donât know what to wear.â
You observe the shirts heâs holding up. One is cream in colour, long-sleeved and ironed neatly. The other is black, with a thin white stripe along the collar and sleeves.
âThe black one,â you say immediately. And then feel your cheeks heat up with your quick answer. In your defence, Kim Mingyu has always looked alarmingly handsome in black. Objectively speaking.
âI havenât worn this one in a long time.â He brings it close to his face, squinting at it. âIt probably stinks.â
âSmell it, then,â you say, chuckling at the mortified look on Mingyuâs face. âWhat? Youâre telling me youâve never worn your underwear inside out because you forgot to do the laundry? This isnât that different.â
âI have never done anything of the sort.â He sniffs petulantly at you, before his eyes narrow. âWait. Does that mean youâve worn your underwear inside out?â
You wrinkle your nose. âGross. I thought you knew me better than that.â
Mingyu tenses up at your offhand comment, and you look down, wondering why that even slipped out of your mouth in the first place. Of course you screw everything up just when things are going decently well.Â
âI do,â he mumbles. âI do know you better than that.â When you look at him, he has a wan smile on his lips. âWhich is why Iâm going to trust your judgement and wear the black shirt. Even if itâs musty from sitting in the back of my closet for so long.â
âOh, shut up,â you huff, walking over to him and grabbing the cloth out of his hand. âIâm sure itâs not that bad.â
He only raises a single eyebrow at you.
Thatâs what prompts you to sniff at it. At his goddamn shirt. Like youâre one of those police dogs they use to find missing people.
It⌠doesnât smell unpleasant. A little bit musty, like Mingyu said, but that can be attributed to him not wearing it often. Mostly, it smells of faint fabric softener and deodorantâand underneath it all, a scent that is solely Mingyuâs. (Pine and citrus and lavender, all mixed together, in a way that only Mingyu can pull off.)
âIt smells fine,â you say, shoving it into Mingyuâs chest. âYouâre being dramatic.â
âIâm not the one who grabbed it and shoved my face into it,â he says, âso whoâs the real dramatic one here?â
âI didnât shove my face into it!â You swat at his shoulder, but he laughs and dodges, eyes twinkling with playfulness.
âIf you say so,â he returns, still chuckling to himself.
âWhen is this event?âÂ
âTomorrow evening,â he answers.
âBoth of us wonât be at home then,â you say, and he raises an eyebrow. âI⌠have a date tomorrow,â you explain, and regret it almost instantly. Why are you even telling him that? He doesnât need to know.
âOh,â is all he says, followed by a quieter, âHave fun.â
EIGHT
Seokmin picks you up at exactly six oâclock, wearing a loose button down shirt and slacks, and his hair styled carefully. He perks up as soon as you wave at him, jogging over to you with a smile.
âHey,â he greets you. âYou look good.â
You return his smile, tugging at the edge of your blouse and smoothing out your skirt. âThank you. So do you.â
Seokminâs grin brightens, which you didnât even think was possible. âThanks,â he says, and then gently takes hold of your elbow. âSo⌠the plan for today is to take you out for dinner, and then a movie. How does that sound?â
âIt sounds⌠good,â you say, letting him lead the way. Itâs basic, yes, but youâre a firm believer in clichĂŠsâthereâs a reason they become popular, after all.
He doesnât stop talking, and neither do you. Throughout the entire half an hour dinner in some hole-in-the-wall diner that Seokmin discovered a month ago and serves the best blue lemonade mojitos youâve ever tasted, and the entire two hour movie thatâs way too boring for you to focus on the screen anyway, you and your co-worker keep up an endless stream of banter and silly anecdotes and you find yourself enjoying it more than you thought you would.
Itâs refreshing, and when you and Seokmin finally make the walk back to your apartment, you find it difficult to let go of his hand. He pulls you to a stop in front of the building, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of your hand.Â
His smile is as bright as ever, albeit tinged with slight disappointment. âSo. Iâll see you on Monday, yeah?â
âYeah,â you confirm, nodding. âThank you for today, Seokmin. I had a lot of fun.â
âMe too,â he returns. âListen, Iââ
Heâs interrupted by someone stumbling across the sidewalkânot someone, you realise. Itâs two people, tightly coiled around each other in a manner that is entirely indecent for the public eye. But as they trip around one anotherâstill holding each other tightlyâyour heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach.
One of them is Mingyu.
The other person is some girl, hair falling loosely across her face, Mingyuâs fingers tangled into her tresses, while his other hand bunches up the material of her dress at her waist. They kiss and kiss and kiss, and you donât tear your eyes away until Seokmin makes a noise of disgust.
He turns around, blocking your view of them and takes both your hands in his. âI⌠Iâll call you. Okay?â
You nod numbly. âOkay.â
Seokmin leaves with a bright smile and a lingering kiss on your cheek. You plaster a smile onto your lips until he moves out of your line of sight, after which you begin the arduous trek back to yourâMingyuâsâapartment. Normally, the three floors you climb arenât much of a strenuous task; tonight, however, every step you take makes you feel like your legs are made of lead.Â
You fumble in your purse for your key, the image of Mingyu kissing that girl not leaving your mind. Itâs not supposed to hurt, youâre not supposed to be bothered by it. But it stings, like the biting cold on a freezing winter morning, making your fingers stiff and your ears chilly.
You hear footsteps right when you twist the key into the lock.
The last thing you see before you enter the apartment is Mingyu clambering up the staircase, clearly drunk but surprisingly upright. He has a lipstick stain leading from the corner of his mouth to his cheek, his hair is tousledâno doubt from someone running their hands through his silky locksâand his shirt is untucked and wrinkled.
He opens his mouth to say something, but you grab the door handle and step inside, because the last thing you want to confront is the fact that your feelings for Kim Mingyu might not be as forgotten as you believe.
Which is fine, all things considered, except Kim Mingyu doesnât give a damn.
You let the door slam shut behind you before Mingyu can get in. Technically, itâs his house. Technically, heâs the one who has the right to lock you out.
Technically, youâre acting like a child throwing a tantrum, and technically, Mingyu is allowed to kiss whomever the fuck he wants.Â
You wish Jihyo was here. She would ground you, make you see everything calmly and rationally. But sheâs been having boy problems of her own (Jeong Jaehyun, who is decidedly not as romantic as Jihyo was led to believe), and the last thing you want is to dump your boy problems on her.
Besides, itâs no big deal. Right?
Mingyu lives here. He should have his own copy of the keys. Heâs also drunk. (Drunk and half-laid, your mind helpfully reminds.)
Before you start overthinking about letting the door close behind you, you decide that what you really need is a warm shower. So you let your feet lead you to the bathroom directly, and donât allow thoughts of ex-boyfriends and overly friendly co-workers to enter your brain.
You donât hear the sound of keys turning in the lock the entire night, but you shove down the guilt that bubbles up your throat. Itâs Mingyuâs fault for not carrying them with him wherever he goes; youâre not his caretaker, anyway.Â
Your phone pings with a text message from Seokmin, and you pick it up.
(19:47) Seokmin: I had a great time today. Thanks for coming with me :)Â
Despite the fact that you only have a towel wrapped around your body, and the fact that your hair is dripping wet, you feel a tingling warmth creep up your chest.Â
NINE
Monday is a horrible day.
You woke up half an hour later than usual, which led to you rushing through your morning routine. Your clothes arenât ironed, which is fine usually, but the shirt you pick doesnât tuck in quite right and you donât have the time to change it. You almost tripped over the curb in your rush to get to work and nearly spilled a cup of coffeeâwhich is far too sweet for your liking, due to the dollop of sugar you added by accidentâall over yourself. Your manager, Choi Seungcheol, doesnât approve of the project portfolio you compiled, and the deadline is fast approaching, which means more late nights for you.
And to top it all off, your car engine wonât fucking start.
Youâre really not in the mood for Seokmin and his exuberant enthusiasm, which is something he probably catches onto, considering the fact that he stands silently next to you, waiting for you to finish cursing the piece of metal you call a car. Once youâre done resisting the urge to burn down the automobile, Seokmin places a placating hand on your shoulder.
âHey, itâs okay,â he soothes, training a concerned gaze over your figure. âI can drop you back home.â
âNo, itâs fine,â you mutter sullenly. âIâll just call a cab or something.â
âY/N, please. Itâs no trouble.â He pauses, and you glance at him, at the sympathetic crease of his forehead and the genuinity reflected in his eyes. Itâs touching, and Seokmin flashes you a small smile. âI was gonna head over that way anywayâI wanted to get some stuff from that bakery we went to.â
âIââ You hesitate, and he takes the chance to slide in.
âYou call the mechanic. Iâll wait for you in my car, okay?â
He scurries away, leaving you biting your lip and staring at your phone. You should probably call Mingyu; he can help. Knowing him, he would probably want to help, regardless of who was asking him. Instead, you search up the nearest mechanic shop and dial in their number, giving them the details of where you are. They arrive a couple of minutes later, and you watch as they hook your car onto their big tow truck and drive away.
Seokmin waves you over to his car, a sleek Hyundai that's probably a few years old but still looks brand new. He opens the door to the passenger seat with a smile before grabbing the stack of folders you had kept clutched to your chest. You let him take them. Youâre far too tired to argue.
Briefly, your mind wanders to Mingyuâwhat he would do if you had told him. Probably run all the way here, your brain supplies, prompting a wry smile to form on your lips. You press them together when you think of Mingyu with that girl immediately afterwards.
The drive to your house is silent, only the rumble of Seokminâs car and the soft noise of some interview playing on the radio filling the silence. He pulls to a stop near your apartment, bundles up your work folders in his arms and gestures for you to lead the way to your flat.Â
The door swings open before you get the chance to pull out your key. Mingyu stands opposite you, dishevelledâjust woken up from a nap, it seems. His mouth parts when he sees Seokmin standing behind you.
âWhoâs this?â he asks by way of greeting.
You shift uncomfortably, wanting to say something, but the words stick to your throat like youâve swallowed chewing gum. Seokmin reaches out from next to you, and you donât need to see him to know heâs positively beaming.
âHi, Iâm Seokmin,â he says. âI work with Y/N.â
Mingyu shakes his hand, eyes roaming quizzically between you and Seokmin. âNice to meet you,â he says distractedly. âIâm Mingyu, Y/Nâs⌠roommate. And exââ
âCome on in, Seokmin.â You glare at Mingyu. He only raises an eyebrow in retaliation. Seokmin coughs slightly, blows out a puff of air, and follows you inside.
âYou can justâŚâ You wave your hand around vaguely. Gritting your teeth does nothing to bring you out of your haze. It only exacerbates it.
âDid something happen?â Mingyu moves aside, but you feel his eyes on the back of your neck.
âY/Nâs car broke down,â Seokmin supplies. âItâs at the mechanicâs right now, so I offered to drop her back home.â
âI see.â His next statement is directed at you. âYou couldâve called me. I would have come.â
Itâs only then that you turn around and face him. He doesnât move, gaze locked unwaveringly on your hunched-over figure. Itâs almost like heâs challenging you to say something.
âI know that,â is all you say, voice low.
Mingyu nods. âGood.â
You avert your attention to Seokmin. He appears lost, gaping at both of you as though he canât quite catch onto whatâs going on. âLetâs go to my room, Seokmin. You can leave my stuff there.â
âOkay.â Seokmin nods, giving Mingyu a hesitant smile. âIt was nice meeting you, Mingyu.â
âYou too.â
Itâs a tiny exchange, but itâs enough to cause a fissure inside your heart. Seokmin is always so nice. He gives out niceness like heâs handing out free candy to toddlers. The only time youâve ever seen him get remotely angry was when another co-worker of yours forgot a pen drive containing a crucial presentation to an important clientâeven then, all he did was level a glare at her before calmly asking for a backup drive to be brought.
Mingyu, on the other hand, is like a burning ember. Calm one minute, and angry the nextâand itâs the reason you love him, but itâs also the reason you broke things off. You and Mingyu are far too similar, hot-headed and careless to a fault, like two candle flames competing to see who can burn their wick the fastest. You didnât burn the wick. You ended up burning each other instead. Let it not be said that playing with fire isnât one of your specialties.
Seokmin lets out a breath that sounds like a huff and a sigh simultaneously as soon as he enters your room. âYou can leave the stuff here,â you say, pointing at your desk.
He obliges, carefully placing the stack on the table. âThatâs your roommate, huh? Yâknow, when you said that you were living with someone you didnât like, I didnât think you meant your ex-boyfriend.â
You look away, biting the inside of your cheek. âItâs⌠difficult. I needed a place to live and he was the only person who offered on short notice. It just happened.â
Seokmin nods understandingly, lips pursed in thought. âHe seems like a nice guy.â
âHe is,â you agree. âOne of the nicest people I know.â
âYeah?â Your co-worker lifts one corner of his lips in an amused half-smile. âWhat does that make me?â
The answer is on the tip of your tongue. You know Seokmin is expecting it. Hell, youâre expecting the words to just come out. The nicest guy of them all. Thatâs all you have to say.
âYouâre⌠Lee Seokmin.âÂ
The words are flat on your tongue. Seokminâs expression fallsâjust the tiniest bit, a crack in the foundationâbut you feel a terrible weight in your stomach, pulling you down, down, down until your head sinks below the surface of the metaphorical waves and the water erases your existence.Â
Seokmin is a nice guyâyou know that, and youâve reiterated it so many times. The only thing stopping you from being in a proper relationship with him is your ex-boyfriend, only separated from you by a wooden door and cement walls. Mingyu doesnât like you anymore, not in the way he used to, and itâs clearly time for you to stop dwelling on what you had.
You swallow, looking at Seokmin directly. âAndâŚâ You take a step closer to him. âI consider myself lucky to have met you.â
Seokmin looks at you, his gaze unsteady, but he takes one of your hands in his. âYeah?â His throat bobs when he speaks, and thatâs how you know heâs nervous.
âYeah,â you confirm, letting his fingers slip in between yours.Â
He shuffles closer to you, and you can smell his woody cologne intermingled with sweat. You can count the moles on his face, see your reflection in his pupils.Â
âY/N, I really want to kissââ
Thereâs a knock on your door, and you and Seokmin jump away from each other like a pair of schoolchildren getting caught doing something youâre not supposed to. Seokmin looks down at his feet; you clear your throat before letting out a hoarse, âYes?â
âYou left your phone outside,â Mingyu calls. âThe mechanic just called.â
âOh, um. Iâll be right there.â You turn back to Seokmin, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Of all possible times for Mingyu to be a cockblocker, why now? âS-sorry about that.â
âNo, itâsâyouâre fine,â he stammers out, clearly as out of it as you are. âI should probably leave too, I still need to stop by the bakery.â
âOh, yeah!â you say. âI forgot. Do you want me to come with you?â
âItâs alright,â he says. âItâs getting dark outside and you need to get some rest. Iâll see you tomorrow, âkay?â
âOkay,â you murmur. âThank you for today, Seokmin. I donât know what I wouldâve done without you.â
âCursed your car to oblivion, probably,â he teases.
You flush, heat creeping up the back of your neck and ears. âThatâyou didnât have to see that.â
âI thought it was cute,â he returns easily, corners of his lips twitching.Â
Against your will, your lips twitch upwards too. âOkay, okay, I get it.â
Seokmin opens your door, and you follow him out of your room. He gives Mingyu a grin, says, âSee you around,â and lets you close the door behind him.Â
Mingyu crosses his arms over his chest. You glance at him. His eyebrows are knotted together, lips pressed into a stoic line. You bite the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling awkward.
âHey,â he begins, voice soft, âis that⌠your boyfriend?â
You raise your eyebrows. âDoes it matter?â
He huffs, shifting from one foot to the other. âYesâno. No, it doesnât matter. I was just curious, okay?â
You open your mouth, then close it, at a loss for words. Are you and Seokmin together? Not really. Both of you havenât done or said anything to define your relationshipâif there is one in the romantic sense, at least. Seokmin wanted to kiss you, but Mingyu interrupted before anything could even happenâitâs your irritation at the day being shitty, and Mingyu being an asshole after everything he did that makes you roll your eyes at him and snap at him. âItâs none of your business.â
Mingyuâs face turns stony, a hardness to his features that youâve only seen a few times beforeâit was directed at you the last time, too. âOkay. Fine. Sorry I asked.â
âAre you?â you retort, and before he can say anything to retaliate, you storm back into your room and lock the door.
Your heart feels like itâs been split into two, one half yearning for the comfort and familiarity that comes with still liking Mingyu, and the other excited to explore what Seokmin could offer youâand what he already has offered. But for now, you decide to get some sleep. Your heart can wait.
TENÂ
Jihyo is back.
Jihyo is fucking back, and sheâs standing in yourâMingyuâsâliving room, arms wide open and a grin on her lips so wide, her eyes crinkle in the corners. It takes all of your willpower not to launch yourself into her arms. Instead, you slow down, toe your shoes off, let your bag drop to the floor, and then launch yourself into her arms.
She laughs at your overzealous demeanour, and you giggle into her hair. God, youâd missed her. Texting every day and video calling every weekend can only do so much, and itâs nothing compared to seeing her in person.
âHi,â she says, pulling back enough to escape your cage-like hold around her body.
âHi,â you greet back, smiling so wide and so hard, you can feel your ears pop. âYouâre back.â
âIâm back.â She confirms your statement by nodding. âOnly for a week, though.â
âAh.â
Your best friend lets out a sheepish chuckle, and you take a step back. Her suitcase is on the floor next to her, and sheâs kept her backpack on the sofa. âAre you gonna stay here?â you ask.
She winces. âNo, there isnât much space here. I booked a room at a hotel nearby. Itâs, like, ten minutes by walk from here and itâs not very expensive either,â she assures.
âOkay,â you say, a little deflated. If Jihyo stayed with you, at least the awkwardness between you and Mingyu might be reduced by a small fraction. Her overbearing nature and ability to make conversation with literally anyone would be a lifesaver, given the situation youâve dug yourself into.
A situation that she knows nothing about.
You havenât had the time to keep Jihyo updated about the latest turn of eventsânot when she was busy juggling a relationship with her sort-of boyfriend, Jeong Jaehyun. She doesnât know about Seokmin, and she doesnât know about your lingering feelings for Mingyu.
âHey, youâre back already.â
Speak of the devil.Â
You turn around and find Mingyu leaning against the doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. You feel your breath hitch. He continues, âI guess Jihyo already beat me to it, huh?â
âYou knew she was coming?â you ask him, almost accusatory.Â
âYou didnât tell her?â Jihyo echos, a curious tinge to her tone.
He lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug, lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile. âWanted to surprise you, thatâs all.â
Against your will, you find yourself grinning at him. Mingyu dissolves in the slightestâa small hint of surpriseâbefore he grins back at you, teeth flashing and eyes crinkling. Jihyo lets out a small huff from next to you, but you know nothing can put a damper on your mood right now. Not even your resurfaced feelings for Mingyu, nor your newfound ones for Seokmin.
Your best friend squeezes your arm. âI have some time before I need to check in at the hotel. Do you wanna check out our old place?â
You turn to her and nod. The prospect of going back to the place where you created cherished memories with someone so dear to you is enticing; then you remember your car is still at the mechanicâs. âMy car is out of commission.â
Jihyo only turns and stares at Mingyu. He sighs resignedly, pushing himself off the doorway and heading inside his room. âLet me grab my keys.â
âMight as well stop for ice cream along the way,â Jihyo calls out gleefully to his retreating back.Â
You gulp. This⌠might not be a good idea. If Mingyu tags along with you, this would be the first time since last week where youâre speaking to him normally, making conversation that isnât just along the lines of âDid you do the laundry?��� or âI bought some vegetablesâ. Of course, if you told Jihyo what happened, she would immediately make sure Mingyu doesnât come. You chew on your bottom lip, but before you can come to a decision, Mingyu emerges from his bedroom, car keys dangling off his fingers.
âReady?â he asks.
Jihyo grabs onto your arm, excitement so visible on her face that it prompts the tension in your own features to melt away. You let yourself get carried away by her giddiness, not noticing the fond glances the only male in the group keeps giving you whenever heâs sure youâre not looking. If youâd met his eyes once throughout the drive to your old place, youâd see the way his eyes still twinkle at you with the same intensity as they did months ago, but youâre too busy catching up with Jihyo to notice.
Mingyu pulls to a stop in front of your old apartment buildingâa dilapidated structure thatâs not half as modern as the current building you stay in. At least the elevator is still functioning; you purse your lips to contain your laugh when Mingyu looks at it, eyebrows raised in visible astonishment. Jihyo grips your hand tightly when you reach your floor. You tighten your hold on her hand as well, feeling a sudden burst of emotion erupt inside your chest like lava escaping from a volcano.
You and Jihyo round the corner to the apartment that used to be yours, Mingyu following closely. The door is the same dull brown it was back then as well, but someone has put in the effort to redo the varnish. Thereâs a potted fern next to it as well.Â
You let out a shuddering breath. Jihyo wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close; you arenât sure if itâs just the wind rattling through the open window, but you hear something like a sniffle.
This is the place you lived in when you had your first boyfriend, when you had your first heartbreak, when you cried your lungs out at some stupid TV show that you were invested in at the time but canât possibly remember the name of now. This is the place where you and Jihyo bonded over crappy supermarket deals and made a mess of the kitchen whenever you tried to learn how to cook something new.
This is the place where you first met Kim Mingyu.
You tilt your head at him, watch as he stares resolutely ahead of him, like if glares at it strongly enough, he can bore two holes straight through the wood. Eventually, his eyes land on yours.
His lips part but no words come out. He offers you a small smile instead, one so tender and heart-warming and achingly familiar. You blink, and the moment is gone. Youâre left with the same sense of wistfulness and longing that you always feel around him.Â
Jihyo squeezes your shoulder, eyes shining. âShould we ring the bell?â she asks, and then presses the doorbell before you can respond.
A muffled âComing!â from inside, and the latch is pulled open to reveal a college studentâa few years younger than you, perhaps, with sleep bags underneath his eyes and a cup of coffee clutched to his chest. He looks confusedâas anyone would be, you suppose, when you see a random bunch of strangers standing on your doorstepâbut his expression clears when Jihyo explains who you are and why youâre here.
He says heâs living here with his boyfriend and their pet catâa beautiful Siberian who coils itself around his legs, tail upturnedâand you feel your heart swell with the knowledge that your old haven is being taken care of well. Jihyo consistently badgers him with questions and he answers each one patiently, to his credit.Â
A flicker of uncertainty crosses your mind, however. Does Mingyu not remember this? He was looking for apartments in this building, too, when you met him. Doesnât he remember the old landlady conversing with you? Doesnât he remember the way people constantly asked if you two were together, which is what even prompted him to ask for your number in the first place?Â
Youâre shaken out of your thoughts when you feel a slight pressure on your shoulder. Mingyuâs hand is on your shoulder. Your gaze flits over to him.Â
âSorry,â he mumbles, ducking his head. âThere was a mosquito.â
Heâs lying.Â
He remembers.Â
ELEVEN
âSpill.â
âThe⌠tea?â you ask cautiously, looking at Jihyo. Sheâs holding a steaming mug of tea in her hand.
âYou think youâre so funny.â She rolls her eyes.
âI know I am,â you quip, and she rolls her eyes again, taking a sip of the beverage.
âYouâve been distracted since yesterday,â she states matter-of-factly. âSince we went to our old place.â Her voice quietens, âIs it Mingyu? Did he do something?â
You eye her warily, sitting down on the plush armchair opposite her. âNo,â you say.
âThen what is it? Didâdid you not want me here?â
âNo.â Youâre quick to alleviate her concerns. âOf fucking course I wanted you here. I missed you. So much.â
Your best friend smiles at that, swirling the tea in the mug. âBut somethingâs bothering you.â
â...Yes.â You admit it slowly, playing with your fingers splayed out on your lap. âItâs not important. Youâre here only for a few days, we should do something fun.â
âY/N,â Jihyo says slowly, enunciating every syllable of your name like sheâs speaking to a troublesome child, âif youâre worried about me feeling bad or anything, please donât. I want to help you.â
You wave her away. âYou have your own shit to deal with.â
âWhat, you mean Jaehyun?â She snorts. âIâm over him. I was over him ages ago.â
âAre you sure?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing. Just.â You look down at your feet. âYou really liked him, didnât you?â
Jihyo cocks her head to the side, studying you carefully. âYes. I did. What about it?â
Your shoulder slump, dejectedness seeping into your figure. âHow⌠did you do it?â You glance up at her, note the way she observes you carefully. Your voice is almost pleading when you continue, âHow did you get over him?â
Your best friendâs expression clears, comprehension dawning on her face. She places her mug down, leaning forward and clasping your hand with hers. âItâs Mingyu, isnât it?â
You shake your head miserably. âNot just him.â
âThereâs someone else?â She doesnât sound surprised, only intrigued and concerned.
You take a deep breath, lock gazes with herâand everything comes spilling out of your mouth like the tide receding into the ocean. You tell her everything, about Mingyu and Seokmin and how conflicted they make you feel; how one is like the living personification of sunlight on a gloomy day, and the other reminds you of clouds providing shade on a hot afternoon. You tell her about how guilty you feel, as though youâre leading Seokmin to believe that youâre ready for a committed relationship when a part of your heart still belongs to Mingyu. You speak until the words end up garbled and slurred, and your breathing turns heavy and salt water streaks across your cheeks, your best friend rubbing them away with the pad of her thumb.
When you donât know what to say, Jihyo pulls you into a hugâitâs an awkward position, your elbows locked around her arms while your neck is bent at an odd angle, but itâs comforting, and you let your eyes close tiredly.Â
âY/N,â she says, rubbing her thumb on your shoulder soothingly. âI know itâs hard for you to decide, but you have to know: What do you want?â
The question makes you contemplate. What do you want?Â
âI donât know,â is all you can get out, slumping further into her arms.
She hums softly. âBut youâll figure it out. I know you will.â
Will you? Youâre not so sure. Maybe when the time is right. But for now, you rest your chin on your best friendâs shoulder and let her rub circles onto your skin.
You pull back when the position becomes too uncomfortableâyou can already feel a crick in your neckâand Jihyo wraps her fingers around her discarded mug. She raises it in a half-hearted toast. âTo sexy girls who donât need men in their lives.â
You giggle, rubbing your eyes. âMen are pieces of shit, anyway.â
âDamn right they are,â she croons, falling dramatically back onto the couch. âWe should just get married instead.â
âIf you propose to me the right way, maybe Iâll consider it.â
Jihyo grins at you, and itâs infectious enough to make you grin back at her. âConsider it done,â she says. âI have a ring in my nightstand drawer with your name written on it.â
âIf itâs not pure diamond, I wonât accept.â
âTsk. So greedy.â
TWELVE
Introducing Seokmin to Jihyo was not a part of your agenda for the week.
But itâs Seokmin and itâs Jihyo, so really, what else did you expect? Both of them integrated themselves seamlessly into your life, and they have no plans of leaving anytime soon. Might as well get the introductions over with.
Ironically, it happens when you go to collect your car from the mechanicâs, and once theyâve exchanged names and small talk, Jihyo and Seokmin are inseparable. The former regals him with tales of your college shenanigans, while the latter listens enthusiastically, eyes flitting between you both amusedly.
âOkay, thatâs enough,â you hurriedly interrupt the conversation, right before Jihyo can go into the messy details of how you wanted to marry the toilet when you were drunk once and Mingyu had to physically carry you out of the house because you were convinced the white ceramic was proposing to you.
âYou and Mingyu were together for a long time, huh?â Seokmin asks you quietly, once Jihyo is finished with her sulking at you interrupting her story. Sheâs at the side, conversing with someone on the phone, leaving you and your co-worker alone in front of your car.
Youâre so startled by the question, you nearly drop your keys. âIâwhy do you ask?âÂ
Seokmin licks his lips, a seriousness to his figure that you havenât witnessed many times before. âJust⌠curious, I suppose.â
You look down once, see how heâs twisted his fingers togetherâeven the Lee Seokmin gets nervous, after allâand look back up at him. âYes,â you admit softly, voice hitching slightly, âwe were. We⌠were in love, I guess you could say.â
Heâs silent for a minute, tongue darting out to lick his lips again. âAnd now?â
âI donât know, Seokmin,â you answer him honestly. Your heart flutters inside your chest, while your stomach twists into tight knotsâtwo reactions you didnât think would go hand-in-hand, yet here you are, leaving your heart bare for Seokmin to take while gatekeeping a part of it to yourself.
He raises his head, warm eyes capturing yours. You see the smallest flicker of hope and sadness, two thin wisps of emotion dancing in his eyesâbut even then, his lips are turned upwards, because itâs Lee Seokmin.Â
âBut you could try?â he asks, so softly you can barely catch the words.
You push down the emotions that threaten to swallow you whole, swirling around your entire body like the blood that flows through your veins. âI donât know,â you say again, no less honest than the first time.
He opens his mouth, but Jihyo walks back to you both, mouth downturned. âMy company said they need me back as soon as possible.â She says it calmly, but disappointment and bitterness seep into her voice.
For a moment, you freeze, and then ask, âWhen do you need to leave?â
âTomorrow,â she answers with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. âTheyâve already booked the flight.â
âOkay.â You nod. âIâll drop you to the airport.â
âIâll come with,â Seokmin chimes in, and adds, in true Seokmin fashion, âMake sure Y/N doesnât drive us all into a ditch or something.â
You shove his shoulder, muttering an âassholeâ under your breath, and his smile only widens. Jihyo glances in between you both, lower lip caught between her teeth, before she sucks in a breath and smiles. âGood to know my best friend is in good hands.â
âThe best hands, actually,â Seokmin teasingly corrects.Â
You roll your eyes at the two of them. âCan we go home now, or not?â
âHome it is,â Jihyo agrees, âbut first, I demand Taco Bell.â
âFine,â you concede, letting her grab the keys from your outstretched palm.Â
Seokmin grabs your hand once she clambers into your fixed car. His palm is broad, skin warm, and his fingers wrap around yours with ease. He squeezes your hand once, gently, and it feels like a promise and a farewell at the same time.
Seokmin asks you out again three days after Jihyo leaves.Â
This time, he takes you out to an Italian restaurant. Heâs dressed up in a suit and a bowtieâand actual blue velvet bowtie that sits snugly at the hollow of his neckâand heâs the perfect gentleman, pulling your chair out for you and pouring champagne into your glass like a professional. (When you compliment him on his drink-pouring skills, he just mutters bashfully about how his dad taught him that to please a lady, you need to be good at pouring drinks; it does nothing to ease the quickening pace of your heart.)
Lee Seokmin compliments your dress, says that that specific shade of pink looks beautiful on you. He recommends you try out their vegetable lasagne, says itâs one of the dishes the restaurant is famous for. He laughs about his favourite show, tells you he would love to rewatch it with you someday. He asks if you like gardens because his neighbour is trying to convince him to grow a rosebush outside his house, but he canât look after plants even if his life depended on it. He wants to go out for ice cream afterwards, but the night is too chilly for the cold dessert so you opt against it.
Throughout, you play someone whoâs on her first date, who thinks this is all there is and everything sheâs been dreaming of has come true.
You would like to think youâre a good actor.
Kim Mingyu has seen you in nothing but sweatpants and old t-shirts and he used to whisper praises against your skin, flushed with sweat and sweet words. He ate the shitty lasagne you made without complaining, no matter how bad it tasted. He watched whatever was playing on television with you, just because he enjoyed your company and wanted to be wherever you were. Heâs not particularly good with plants, but he has a little succulent named Spurt, making sure it gets enough sunlight and water. He likes mint chocolate ice cream, and would defend the flavour with his life.
Kim Mingyu and Lee Seokmin: Two sides of the same coin.
Jihyoâs question resonates in your mind as you and Seokmin walk back to your car.
What do you want?
As you near your vehicle, Seokmin puts a gentle hand on your arm. âY/N,â is all he says, and you hate the way your chest clenches at thatâjust because he said your name.
âDid you have fun today?â he continues, eyes roaming over your features like heâs committing you to memory. Like a soldier leaving his wife before he heads out to the frontlines.
âI did, Seokmin. I really did.â You place your hand over his, tracing the veins on the back of his hand, pressing lightly on his knuckles; you need him to know that you truly enjoyed todayâdesperate for him to know, because itâs the least you can do for him after everything heâs done for you.
âGood,â he says. âIâI had fun today with you, too. I always have fun when Iâm with you, Y/N.â
He bends down. You can feel his breath fan out on the shell of your ear and it makes you shiver. He turns his head, and his lips brush against your cheek. A small, soft farewell.Â
âIâm sorry I couldnâtââ you begin, feeling your voice begin to wobble.
âDonât be sorry,â Seokmin whispers, but he sounds firm. âWeâre still friends.â
Your heart plummets deep, deep down, a free fall that isnât orchestrated by gravity. You think you know the answer to Jihyoâs question now.
âThank you,â you whisper back to Seokmin.
THIRTEEN
The light is on when you enter the apartment. Mingyuâs figure lies hunched on the sofa, head in his hands, a half-empty beer can next to him. You quickly shuck off your heels and drop your purse onto the shoe rack.
Your ex-boyfriend looks at you when pad over to the living room. âYouâre back.â He sounds hoarse, tired.Â
âHave you been drinking?â you say in return, raising an eyebrow.Â
Mingyu glances at the can in his hand then back at you. âYeah. Long day.â
âMe too,â you admit quietly.
Perhaps itâs the quiet ambience of your shared homeâsilent, despite the noise of the city outsideâthat compels him; or maybe itâs the idea of coming home to someone you think you know better than the back of your own hand. Either way, when Mingyu pats the cushion beside him, your feet move automatically and you sit down, letting out a weary sigh.
Itâs quiet, but not in the awkward sense. Not like back then, when Mingyu thought you and Seokmin were dating. Not even when you visited your old apartment. Exhaustion makes its home in your bones, and you suspect itâs taken over Mingyu too; thereâs no way this shared piece of night can be so comfortable otherwise.
âWant some?â he asks after a few minutes.
âNo thanks.â
Mingyu shrugs and puts the can down on the coffee table. âWanna talk about it?â He leans back against the sofa, arms crossed behind his head.
âNo,â you answer, and then, âDo you?â
âNo.â He clears his throat, glancing sideways at you. âWere you with⌠Seokmin?â
â...Yes.â
You donât have to look at Mingyu to know heâs clenching his jaw. Itâs a pure rush of adrenaline that makes you ask, âWhy does it bother you so much whenever Iâm with him?â
Silence.
You turn your head, cheek brushing against the back of the sofa. Mingyuâs eyes are closed, hair falling in loose strands around his forehead and neck. You wonder what heâs thinking.
His answer excites youâin the rawest form possible. Anticipation builds up in your chest, threatens to explode through your windpipe. You donât know what heâs thinking, but when he opens his eyes and meets your gaze, there is nothing you can do to stop your heart from rabbiting inside your rib cage.
âIt doesnât,â he says finally, an air of decisiveness about him.
For the second time that night, your heart plummets, and you tear your eyes off him. âOkay,â you say. âThat is, um, good information to have.â
âIsnât he your boyfriend?âÂ
âHow does it matter to you?â
Mingyu crosses and uncrosses his ankles, this time staring resolutely at the floor. âI donât know. It just does.â
You purse your lips. He isnât being fair to you. âWhat about you?â you demand. âWhat about that girl you almost brought back home, huh?â
His mouth twitches. âYou saw that.â Itâs not a question, itâs a statement.
âIâm not blind, Mingyu,â you retort.
Your roommate lets out a sardonic chuckle at that, slowly dragging his eyes up. âI highly doubt that.â
âWhat do you mean?â You scowl at him, feeling your chest begin to heave. âYouâyouâre like some kind of a riddle, Mingyu. I can never tell what you mean by anything, and itâs even worse now that youâre drunk andââ
âIâm not drunk, Y/N,â he interrupts.Â
âI donât care if youâre drunk or notââ you donât realise your voice is caving in, growing softer and softer by the secondâ âstop saying things you donât mean.â
âI want to kiss you,â he says finally. âI want to kiss you and I may be slightly drunk, but I donât fucking care. And I mean it.â
You swallow, blood pounding through your veins. âSay that again.â
âWhat?â he says, sounding genuinely confused. His gaze never leaves your face, every ounce of earnestness and honesty written plainly on his features.
âSay it again,â you repeat.
âI wantââ
You surge forward, capturing his lips with yours, pressing them firmly against his even when he lets out a muffled gasp. He doesnât kiss back immediately, but his hands find their way to your waist, gripping tightly and crumpling the flimsy material of your dress. He kisses you back then, mouth jutting insistently into yours, tongue sliding against your lower lip. You arch your back, scramble to find some balance in this precarious position, and your hands end up tangled in his hair. He tastes like beer and aftershave and something thatâs so distinctly Mingyu, you want more.
You pull away when air becomes a necessity, blinking even as Mingyuâs arms pull you closer to him.
âThis isnât over,â you manage to get out in between huffed breaths.
âTomorrow,â he promises, but his eyes are glazed. He looks at you like a man starved, and tilts his head and kisses you again, kisses you like he might never see you again.Â
You let him. Itâs Kim Mingyu, after all, and youâve always been a little weak for him.
You donât think of Seokmin; donât let him come out of the tiny pocket youâve preserved in your heart just for him. Instead, you wrap your arms around your ex-boyfriendâs neck, leaning into his chest and kissing him back with equal fervour, letting him know that you need him as much as he needs you.
God, youâd missed him. Way more than you thought. Youâve memorised his touch, branded it into your mind, but it still feels new. Like the first time you were with him, kissing like two teenagers with reckless abandon.Â
His cold fingers find their way underneath your waist, hitching up the loose material of your dress around your thighs. You kneel on the couch cushions in front of him, almost straddling his lap but not quite. His fingers brush against your sides in a way that sends shivers down your spine.
He nips at your lip, asking for entrance to your mouth to which you accept, parting your lips enough for him to get a taste. As he moves his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth in every way possible, you canât contain the slight whimper that escapes your throat.Â
Mingyu groans, leaning his weight onto you as you both start moving together until youâre laid flat against the couch. Heâs impatient, you can tell; his fingers dig into your skin, and he groans again when you bite down gently on his lower lip. He pulls back and moves downwards, kissing your jaw and behind your ear, suckling gently on a sensitive bit of skin with expertise. âTell me to stop,â he says, whispering the words against your skin.
All you do is moan in response, rubbing your thighs together to get some friction with the way heâs moving his mouth against your skin.Â
âTell me to stop,â he says again, more firmly this time.
âShut the fuck up, Gyu,â is all you reply with, the nickname falling out of your lips with familiarity.Â
Maybe itâs the use of something that used to be your thingâsomething the two of you shared, the shortened version of his nameâbut hearing it come out of your lips again does things to Mingyu that he isnât sure heâd ever be able to put into words for you. Trailing his movements down to your neck, he stops at your chest, a small smile spreading on his face. âForgot how much I loved it when you called me that.â
Looking down at him, you hadnât realised heâs moved further down your body and his fingers trace the edges of your underwear. Your dress is bunched up above your thighs, skin exposed to the cool air. âGonna make you feel so good,â he mumbles, pressing a tiny kiss to the inside of your thighs. He toys with the elastic of the waistband, chuckling when you shoot him an irritated glare.
He stares down at your clothed core, mouth watering while his hands move faster than you can comprehend. It takes him two seconds to hook his slender fingers underneath the waistband of your panties before he pulls them down to your ankles and tosses them onto the coffee table.Â
You feel a wave of shyness overcome youâwith the way heâs looking at you, desperate for your tasteâand you try to close your legs, before his hands land on your thighs, halting your actions. âSo pretty,â he murmurs. âI want to see all of you.â
Heat burns your cheeks and flows through your body. You turn your head to avoid his burning gaze as you feel him part your legs. He readjusts himself, laying as flat and comfortably as he can with what little space he has on the couch until heâs face-to-face with where you need him most. He tests the waters, leaning in with his tongue out, letting it graze your clit. You stifle a moan, biting your lip so hard, you think it might bleed.
He smiles, loving how youâre holding back. âSo quiet, baby. Wanna remember how I used to make you feel.â Laying his tongue flat against your clit, he gives you slow and soft strokesâso gentle that it drives you insane.Â
âYouâre suchâsuch a tease,â you gasp out, right when he swirls his tongue around the nub.
Mingyu only raises an eyebrow at that. âYou havenât changed.â But all the same, any plans he had to be patient with you go straight out the window; he wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you down further to his face. The sudden pull surprises you, and you gasp a little while searching for something to grab onto. He indulges in your pussy, tongue exploring your pulsating hole that clenches around everything and nothing all at once. He relishes in the way you feel on his tongue, groaning against your folds while bringing a hand up and rubbing his thumb on your neglected clit.Â
Youâre a mess under his touch, squirming on the sofa, loud groans and soft mewls escaping your lips wantonly. Your fingers find their way into his soft locks, pulling gently on his hair and scratching against his scalp. He lets out a moan against your pussy, lapping at your juices as if youâre his last source of water. âF-fuck, Gyu, âm gonnaââ a gaspâ ââm gonna cum.â
This only encourages him to work his mouth harder, wanting to watch you fall apart just by his mouth alone. You tug harder at his hair, moans growing louder and more desperate by the second, and your thighs shudder around his head, feeling the rush of your high come so close, you arenât prepared for it.
With two final sucks to your clit, you come undone on his tongue followed by a string of moans with broken pieces of his name somewhere in between. Mingyu looks up at you with bright eyes and a satisfied grin, as if he didnât just eat out your pussy like he would never get the chance to again. The mixture of saliva and your juices dripping down his chin makes your eyes widen even as you squint down at him.Â
With careful, deliberate motions, he moves away from you, the grin on his face replaced by a more serious expression. You sit up, leaning on your elbows. The aftermath of your passionate actions catches up to you; reaching over, you snatch your panties from the coffee table and swing your legs over. Throughout, Mingyu doesnât say anything. He only watches, in that quiet, observant way of his, swiping at his mouth and chin with a tissue he grabbed from the tissue box next to the couch.
You glance at him. Is he going to say something? Or is he going to let you walk away again, with all the words you want to say to him lying on the tip of your tongue, always there but never released?
âY/N.â He scrambles to his feet when you stand up, clutching your underwear in one hand and adjusting your dress with the other. He sounds⌠uncertain. Completely unlike the Mingyu who cockily asked you if Seokmin was your boyfriend, or who joked around with Jihyo like it was second nature to him.
You bite your lip. âYes?â
âDo you⌠do you want anything? Water?âÂ
You melt a little at his words like an ice cream left out for too long. Kim Mingyu, always so kind, always so caringâyou know that better than anyone.Â
He can be cruel too, in the way he chips away at your already broken heart. He doesnât know it but he doesâlift your hopes only to let it all crumble down. Like how he broke the promises you made to each other, and how you broke the words youâd sworn to say to him alone.
It hits you again, how you and Mingyu were meant to be, and how lonely it was when he left. You wonder if he feels the same wayâdid he spend sleepless nights in bed, thinking of you? Did he ever think that if he could travel back in time, heâd do it all over again?
You shake your head no at him. He doesnât say anything after that, but his lips part slightly. He watches you as you walk over to grab your purse and head inside your room.
That night, you donât sleep at allâdespite wrapping yourself up in your Looney Tunes comforter and the comforting weight of your pillow beneath your head that usually puts you to sleep instantly.Â
Instead, it feels like the very first night you and Mingyu broke up all over again.
SIXTEEN
You donât tell anyone about what transpired between you and Mingyu. It remains hidden between you both, a secret neither of you are willing to bring up.
Jihyo is back to work at her new city, now completely devoid of boy problems of any sort, since Jeong Jaehyun has shifted his affections to another co-worker. (âItâs better this way,â she tells you, âhe didnât want a committed relationship, anyway.â You can tell sheâs truly not bothered by it, so you grin and agree.)
Seokmin doesnât come around to your cubicle the way he used to earlier, either. Your days at the office are dreary and boring, now that your co-workerâs sunshine smile isnât there to keep you company. In fact, the only person who still talks to you voluntarily at work is your boss, Seunghcheol, but even then itâs mostly just a sympathetic smile he offers you followed by a new deadline or a project.
You and Mingyu are back to whatever it was you had when you first moved in, before the lasagne fiasco. Not talking to each other, but not not talking to each other either. You swerve around each other in tandem, finding more and more excuses to avoid whatever happened in between you both. He lied when he said he would talk to you about it the next day, after he ate you out on the couch.
You canât blame him completely; youâve made no effort to reach out to him, either.
Weariness seeps into your skin with every passing second. You rub at your already half-closed eyes and hide a yawn behind a closed fist. The letters on your laptop screen swim in front of you. The stack of folders next to it drags a tired sigh out of your lips.
Youâre so tired. Not just physically, but emotionally youâre drained out, all the liveliness sucked out of you like someone vacuumed up the inside of your heart. The lack of sleep is getting to you; the lack of someone to brighten up your days is getting to you more.
If you and Seokmin were still on a talking basis, he would have sauntered over to your desk by now, hands in his pockets and the same question on his lips: âCoffee break?â
Heâs not here now, probably tucked into his corner of the floor. Maybe his smile is directed at someone else. Maybe heâs taking someone else on the daily ritual that you used to consider yours. Maybe itâs time you get out of your fucking swivel chair and get some coffee.
Youâre not doing it alone, of course. No, coffee at the officeâno matter how shitty the machine is and how long the line for the coveted caffeine isâis yours and Seokminâs thing. Besides, he said youâre still friends; itâs time for you to step up.
Stifling another yawn, you blink slowly before pushing yourself off your chair. It occurs to you that you donât know exactly where Seokminâs cubicle isâheâd mentioned it was by Seungcheolâs room once. You decide to start there.
It doesnât take you long to find Seokmin. You walk into himâliterally walk into him. A startled gasp leaves your lips when you collide into someoneâs chest, an apology already on the tip of your tongue.
âAre you okay?â
You blink once. The voice is familiar. You direct your gaze at the person you bumped into.Â
âSeokmin,â you breathe out weakly.
He smiles but it doesnât reach his eyes. âThe one and only.â
âI-Iâm sorry I bumped into you,â you quickly apologise. âI was on myââ
âItâs okay, donât apologise,â he interrupts. âI shouldâve looked at where I was going too.â
âHow⌠have you been?â The question spills out before you notice, and you realise that youâre genuinely concerned about his wellbeing. Youâve missed him, missed his companionship.Â
Seokmin looks briefly surprised that youâve asked him. He clears his throat, once. âOh, um. Iâve been fineâyâknow, the usual. Work, home, sleep and then repeat. Howâhow about you?â
âIâve been better,â you admit. âYou look tired, though.â
He lifts his hand and rubs his cheek with an accompanying embarrassed chuckle. âYou could tell?â
He has bags underneath his eyes. His shoulders sag ever-so slightly. His usually perfectly styled hair isnât as neat as it used to be. You nod. âYou look exhausted.â
âAh.â Another embarrassed chuckle; you can tell he doesnât know how to respond to that.
âCoffee break?â you offer, a small, lopsided smile gracing your lips.
This time, the smile Lee Seokmin gives you lights up his eyes.
SEVENTEEN
âThis is ridiculous!â you call out for the nth time, glaring at the door with as much intensity as you can muster.
âJihyoâs orders!â Seokmin calls back, from outside the room. âI have proof that she asked me to lock you two up in order for you to talk it out.â
Mingyu huffs out a breathless laugh from behind you. Heâs sitting cross-legged on the bed, sheets crumpled and pillow on his lap. You turn around to level your glare at him.
âGive it up,â he advises.
âDonât even.â You pinch the bride of your nose, closing your eyes in exasperation. âThis is all your fault.â
âMy fault? No one told you to tell Seokmin everything!â
âWell, how was I supposed to know he would go and tell Jihyo?â you splutter out, opening your eyes and bringing your hand down. âI didnât even know theyâd exchanged numbers!â
âMight as well get it over with,â Seokminâs voice travels through the barricade once more. âThe sooner the better.â
âI didnât ask you, Seokmin,â you mutter.
âHeâs right, you know.â Mingyu pats the space next to him, inviting you to sit down. âIf Jihyo hadnât forced him to do it, I would have found some way to do it myself.â
âNo, you wouldnât,â you retort. âYouâve been avoiding me since the day weâsince the day we kissed.â
âI would have tried,â he reasons. âBut since youâre here now, can you at least please listen to what I have to say?â
âOh, so now you have things you want to say,â you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. Regardless, you sit down next to him. Youâre curious, you will admit. This conversation could potentially break your heart, or it could also change the trajectory of your relationship with Mingyu.
Your ex-boyfriend takes a deep breath before beginning.
âThe other day, when I said I wanted to kiss youâI wasnât lying, Y/N. I truly meant it. Iâve wanted to kiss you the minute I laid eyes on you again. I wanted to hold your hand, to take you places around the neighbourhood, to come back home to you.
âI thought we were making progress. I thought we were friends again, and I could somehow win your heart back.â A wry smile crosses his lips. âBut then Seokmin came by, and you both just seemed so close. Heâhe brought back this life in you; your eyes sparkled whenever he was around, and you were always smiling when you were with him. I never saw that after we⌠after you moved in. You were always so jittery with meâunderstandably soâand I⌠I let my jealousy of seeing you with Seokmin get the better of me.
âThat day, when Iââ he pauses, glancing at you; his eyes are imploring, and you sense that heâs laying himself bare for youâ âwhen you saw me kissing that girl, I did it on purpose. To make you jealous. And then I saw the look on your face, and even when I was drunk, I knew Iâd fucked up. So I left her, and I followed you back insideâyou closed the door just as I caught up with you. I called up Minghao, spent the night at his place. I think thatâs when I realised completely that Iâthat I still love you.â
Your breath catches in your throat at his words. Your heart is hammering inside your chest. You canât believe youâre actually hearing these words.
Mingyu swallows. âThatâs what I wanted to tell you. Even after we broke up, even after all the things we said to each otherâsome part of me knew that I shouldnât give up on you. I have loved you throughout. I will continue to love you throughout.â
He looks down, staring at his hands. In that instant, he looks so small. Vulnerable. As if giving his entire heart to you on a silver platter isnât enough. As if heâs giving all of himself to you, mind, body and soul.
You need to tell him that your mind, body and soul have always been his.
âMingyu,â you begin, watching as his eyes travel over to yours uncertainly, âyou absolute fucking idiot.â
His lips twitch up briefly. âWhaââ
âI love you, too, idiot.â The words rush out breathlessly. âI never stopped.â
Mingyuâs eyes widen and his mouth opens imperceptibly. You continue, âI knew this would happen. The minute I stepped foot into your house, I knew I would fall for you all over again.â
You reach out and grip his hand, needing something to tether you against him. âAnd I did.â A watery laugh escapes your mouth. âI fell in love with you all over again.â
A pause, and then Mingyuâs free hand cups your cheek, skin warm against yours. âYouâre joking.â
âIâm not.â
Mingyu smiles at your confessionâa full smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners and his lips turning upwards. He leans forward. âIâm going to kiss you now.â
You beat him to it, covering the distance between you both with one swift swoop. You capture his lower lip in between yours, hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself. He kisses you back with equal fervour, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you impossibly closer. You close your eyes and slide your tongue across the seam of his lips, smiling when he lets out a silent groan.Â
He only pulls away once he needs air, but even then he doesnât let you go. He pulls you forward, making you straddle his lap as he kisses your cheeks, your nose, the column of your throat. You relish in his touches, tangling your hands in his hair and tugging gently at the silky strands.
âWe should probably stop,â you whisper, when a particularly sharp nip at your neck elicits a soft moan from you. âSeokminâs standing outside.â
âFuck him,â Mingyu says. He presses another kiss on your jaw, looking up at you like youâve hung up all the stars in the universe.
You roll your eyes affectionately at him. âCâmon. I donât want to scar him for life.â
âWho cares?â
âI care,â you say, slowly getting off his lap. Already you can feel the absence of his warmth.Â
âFine,â he agrees, once you stand up fully and brush yourself off. âI love you.â
Warmth shoots up your chest and onto your cheeks and neck. Your heart swells, and you find yourself grinning involuntarily. âI love you, too.â
âGood.â Mingyu stands up and pecks your cheek. âNow letâs go save Seokmin from his misery.â
(Later, if you find Seokmin with bright pink ears as he pointedly avoids yours and Mingyuâs gaze, thatâs no oneâs business but his.)
EIGHTEEN
Mingyu sucks on a sweet spot right underneath your ear and you can practically hear his smirk when you let out a whine. You fist your hand in the sheets, feeling the soft material crinkle underneath your fingertips.Â
âSuch a tease,â you whisper out.
He lowers his head, nips at your neck and then runs his tongue over the spot, soothing it. âSo youâve mentioned.â
Your retort dies on your lips when he moves lower and lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your collarbones and shoulders. You whine again when his fingers find your nipple, pinching the bud lightly in between his thumb and forefingers. He moves lower, breath ghosting over your abdomen and belly button, until he finally comes face to face with your clothed pussy.
He hooks his finger into the waistband of your panties, nails scraping against your skin. You squirm under his touch, lifting your hips to help him pull the flimsy garment down your legs and toss it to the side. Mingyu sucks in a breath sharply when he sees your exposed cuntâdespite already having seen it before, and you feel a rush of pride at the fact that you still have this effect on him. âSo pretty,â he murmurs, eyeing your folds hungrily.Â
Mingyu works on your clit expertly, thumb rubbing against the nub, eliciting a loud moan from you. He licks a stripe up your folds, grinning when your hand automatically finds itself in his hair again. When he finds youâre wet enough, he slides a finger in. You inhale sharply, hole clenching around the digit. He circles his thumb around your clit once more, before sliding another finger in.
You gasp at that, tightening the hand in his hair. Mingyu leans forward, swiping at your clit with his tongue one more time and pulling both his fingers out at the same time. He relishes in the sounds coming out of your mouth, feeling proud that youâre not trying to hide anything from him. Youâre completely under his mercy, as is he when it comes to you.
He slides both the fingers back in, hissing when your walls contract against them, pumping the digits in and out a few more times. The way you moanâbecause of himâmakes him finger your hole faster, enjoying the way your moans increase in pitch. When he sees your eyes beginning to cloud over, Mingyu quickly withdraws his fingers. You whimper at the loss of his touch and he chuckles. âPatience, baby. Donât want you to cum just yet.â
Your head falls back on the pillow and you mutter a string of incoherent words under your breath. âLook at me,â Mingyu tuts.
You lift up your neck curiously. Mingyu waits for your eyes to land on his lips before he slowly, deliberately puts his two fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits and licking your juices off. He doesnât fail to notice the way you bite your lip at the sight.
Once he pulls his fingers out, Mingyu bends down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh. âAre you even gonna fuck me, Gyu?â you grit out, and his eyes widen.
âCall me that again,â he orders.Â
âFuck me, Gyu.â Your voice is borderline a whimper, and, wellâwho is Mingyu to prevent you from getting what you desire? After all, heâs always been a little weak when it comes to you.
He gets on his knees, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. He pumps it a few times, groaning softly, before positioning himself at your entrance. âYouâre on the pill?â
âYes.â You nod almost desperately, waiting for him to slide it all the way in.
Mingyu enters you slowlyâthe pace is almost unbearableâbut he shudders when he feels your walls against his dick. You grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh. A loud moan escapes your lips when he jerks his hips forward, his cock pressing into your cervix. Your eyes screw shut, and Mingyu grunts, pulling out and thrusting back inside with more force. Almost unconsciously, you wrap your legs around his hips, granting him more access to your hole and allowing him to push himself deeper inside you.
He leans down and captures a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around the pebbled bud. You gasp out moans wantonly, and it spurs him to thrust faster and faster inside you. He watches you fall apart on him, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips when your moans become interspersed with chants of his name.Â
Your grip on his shoulders tighten and the muscles flex under your hold. Your cries reach a crescendo with one particularly sharp thrust; Mingyu can tell your climax is approaching.
He speeds up, pumping into you with as much strength as he can muster. Your nails leave white-hot trails along his back, his shouldersâyou try to hold onto him as best as you can. You cry for more, beg him to keep going. A bit redundant, in his opinionâhe has no plans of stopping until youâve orgasmed.Â
Mingyu thrusts into you one last time, throwing you over the edge. Your walls clench around his cock tightly, black stars floating in your vision as you cry out his name. He pumps into you weakly, letting you ride out your orgasm while chasing his own high. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily, and when your walls tighten around him, he comes inside you, his movements coming to a pause.Â
You stroke his sweaty bangs away from his forehead, both of you catching your breaths. He remains sheathed in you, even as he pulls you onto your side so both your chests are touching.Â
âFeel good?â he asks, one hand carding through your hair gently.
You let out a tired, but satisfied hum, smiling softly at Mingyu.Â
You spend the night curled up in his arms. He sleeps soundly next to you, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and hands wrapped protectively around your figure. The steady thrum of his heartbeat sounds against your ear, and you smile, even in your sleep.
NINETEEN
âYou have your thinking face on.â Your boyfriend saunters into the kitchen, a knowing smile on his lips. You roll your eyes at him.Â
âYou canât tell me you donât see it too,â you say pointedly, waving your wooden spatula at him.
Mingyu chuckles, moving over and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He presses a sweet kiss to your shoulder. âWhat, that Seokmin and Jihyo are meant to be? That smells amazing, by the way, love.â
âYes,â you huff out, stirring the soup inside the pot boiling on the stove. âAnd thank you.â
From the living room, you can hear your two friends laughing over something you couldnât possibly begin to comprehend. Jihyo still lives in another city, but she comes over to visit whenever she can. You and Seokmin remain friends, and he often comes over whenever you, Mingyu and Jihyo decide to hang outâthough, you suspect his enthusiasm to join you three has more to do with one particular person rather than the entire group.
âIf you say so,â Mingyu agrees. âI think theyâre just friends.â
âFriends donât look at each other that way,â you say matter-of-factly.
âReally? I seem to recall him looking at you the exact same way not too long ago.â
âThatâs different, Gyu. Here, can you taste some? I donât want it to be too salty.â Grabbing a large spoon, you dip it in the pot and offer it to Mingyu.
He obliges, letting you shove the spoonful into his mouthâand yelps almost immediately. âOuch! You didnât tell me it was hot.â
You only raise an eyebrow at him, but a small hint of amusement dances in your eyes. âHow does it taste?â
Mingyu rolls his eyes at you but rests his chin on your shoulder; his hair tickles your ear. âIt tastes amazing as always, love.â
âYouâre sure? Youâre not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?â
âIâm offended you think I would lie to you.â
âWouldnât be the first time,â you deadpan, and it makes Mingyu giggle.
âIâm serious, it tastes good.â He smiles at you, peeling himself away from you. âLetâs go join the other two.â
âComing.â You put the stove on simmer and grab Mingyuâs extended hand. His fingers slot in between yours easily. Your lips curl upwards on their own accord, and your heart feels so full, itâs close to bursting.
Youâre there, in a room with all your favourite people, and itâs perfect.
The very first night you and Mingyu broke up is pushed to the back of your mind, never to slip out of the corner youâve tucked it into. The nights after made up for it, and you wouldnât trade it for anything in the world. You rebuild the promises you made and make new ones along the way.
Youâd write it in the sky if you could, but you and Mingyu donât need that.Â
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filling the void (9) II a.putellas
part of the filling the void universe ft solstrĂĽle from @girlgenius1111 family line series filling the void (9) II a.putellas
you twirled a pen between your fingers as your gaze flickered downward, tapping your phone and rolling your eyes seeing another five minutes had passed without a text, solstrĂĽle now nearly fifteen minutes late and not any sort of explanation offered.
at first youâd wondered if maybe she got lost, but alexia had already told you that mapi had shown solstrĂĽle exactly where the library was.Â
your sister herself had locked you in her car and refused to let you out today until you promised to be nice, after insisting on picking you up from work and dropping you off to your little study session to âsave you a walk, which really you knew was just her way of ensuring you didnât bail.
not that you had plans to, but you were starting to wonder if solstrĂĽle was.
alexia had at least followed through on her part of the study deal, and with some sly timing on your shopping trip inside her closet and olga keeping the blonde distracted during, youâd wound up with more than you were promised, much to alexiaâs disdain once she noticed a couple of days later exactly what was missing.
having been raised right you were more than ready to be nice and attempt again to break through solstrĂĽleâs awkward interior as you arrived and made your way to the breakout room youâd booked.Â
after filling mapi in on what happened at the game and how you were sure solstrĂĽle already disliked you, mapi was quick to assure it wasnât you, ingrids sister was justâŚquiet.Â
so trying to prepare best you could for what was in its entirety a new experience for you, youâd spent the morning sourcing some worksheets online and scouring your room for your old textbooks.
having given most of them away you at least still had a couple of basic ones from your final year of school, but you also just had no idea where the norwegian youâd be tutoring was even up to or what bar her spanish she specifically would want and need help with.
however now, still in your work scrubs with a hoodie tossed over the top and the beginning dull throb of an impending headache settling behind your eyes, your willingness and readiness to be so nice to the clearly time poor norwegian was wagering on paper thin.
tapping your nails against the desk you briefly considered leaving, a quick check showing the next bus you could take home was in five minutes and the stop was right outside, but just as you were preparing to pack up your things there was a knock on the door.
the taller brunette didnât wait for you to say anything, the knock seeming more to let you know sheâd arrived as she closed the door behind her and slumped down in the seat across from you, backpack dumped on the table and not a single word of conversation offered.
âllegas tarde.â you raised an eyebrow and stared her down as she looked right back at you blankly and your eyes rolled. âyou are late.â you repeated in english, the norwegian shrugging and mumbling a quiet seemingly unbothered apology.
knowing that holding onto the anger simmering inside you would only make this even less productive you paused to calm yourself, twisting albaâs bracelet on your wrist and counting to five in your head before deciding to just start this all over fresh.
âum i do not really know where to start. do you have homework?â you guessed might be a decent starting point, the girl nodding wordlessly and moving to unzip her bag, pulling out a few loose worksheets as you cringed at the obvious disorganisation hidden within her backpack.
she slid the worksheets across the table as you flipped them around and scanned them, noting some were history and rest spanish language and literature. âdo you have one you want to do more?â you questioned, solstrĂĽle only shrugging. âvale. or we could work on your spanish?â another silent shrug.
you could feel your patience being tested with each passing moment she remained quiet, trying to remind yourself over and over what mapi said about this taking some time, but this was rapidly seeming much more impossible than you were lead to originally believe.
âis there things you ah, struggle with? with spanish?â you questioned further, another shrug as you inhaled sharply and again counted to five in your head.
âbien. let us work through this then, I think I remember this case study.â you mumbled, scooting your chair around the table so the two of you could both read the worksheet right side up, not missing the way the older girl was fast to tense up and lean right away from you.
you tried not to be offended, subtly sniffing yourself and frowning when all you could smell was the perfume youâd spritzed yourself with, maybe it was too strong or she just had a sensitive sense of smell.
none the less taking your time you read through the first question, trying to speak slowly and clearly, well aware english was not either of your native languages. âdid you bring the article?â you asked, checking the papers sheâd put down and not able to find it in the small stack.Â
âa yes or no would work.â you remanded when once more all you got was a shrug, followed by an eye roll and a hand shoved into the backpack.
âhow do you even find the right paper in there?â you asked with a disturbed look, solstrĂĽle pausing to glare at you, mumbling something you didnât understand and assumed was norwegian.
âhere.â finally, a word, but you jumped with the force she slammed the paper down onto the desk with.Â
âno, this is not it.â you scanned the first few sentences and shook your head. âwell you have read it? why do you need it then?â the girl questioned bluntly and you were most taken aback by what was easily the longest sentence youâd heard leave her mouth.
âso we can answer these, because you will need quotes for these first three.â you managed to get out with a hardened jaw, flaring your nostrils as the brunette snatched the paper back and shoved it into her bag.
âsolstrĂĽle. do you have the paper?â you asked firmly when a minute went by and she made no other move. once more, a muted shrug, and then you realised something you might have been overlooking.
âcan you not read this? the spanish?â you asked a little more bluntly than intended, tired from a long day and what felt like a pointless exercise in patience, but it would seem youâd struck a nerve you hadnât meant to with the taller girl none the less.Â
âi can read spanish. i do not know what mapi told you but are you supposed to be helping me? because all you are doing is asking stupid questions. it has been thirty minutes and we have done nothing, this is a waste of time!â the norwegian scoffed as you stopped, sizing her up with narrowed eyes.Â
âwell you were late so i was already here for fifteen minutes doing nothing anyway, and i have been asking questions so i know what to help you with! but all i get is-â you pulled a face and aggressively shrugged your shoulders a few times clearly mocking the taller girl who gave you a glare.Â
âalexiaâs super little sister, everyone says you are so smart. can you not see i do not want your help? you want to be a doctor no? so go find someone who does!â solstrĂĽle grunted and now you were the one to scoff, pushing your chair back and shooting to your feet, rounding the table and collecting your things.
âeres un maldito idiota!â you spat, your temper well and truly unleashed now as all of your work to minimise the frustrations with the sullen girl across from you melted to nothing as your head was boiling.
âsnobbete kjerring.â came the reply she knew you wouldnât understand, your things all shoved into your bag now as you muttered angry rapid spanish under your breath, having reached the end of your rope you didnât care if she understood you or not.
âyou know i did this as a favour tonta. i have worked all day, i came right here after my shift on time. i have my own studies to do too because yes i want to be a nurse. i am smart and i know what i want to do with my life. maybe if you get your head out of your own ass engen, you might too! and you are right this is a waste of time, my time!â and with that you stormed out of the room, beelining for the bus stop and cursing every foul word you knew under the sun toward the girl youâd left behind.
~
if nobody knew you were in a mood from the way you ignored the family group chat trying to make weekend plans about alexiaâs game and a barbeque and left everyone on read, it became glaringly obvious with the way the front door slammed after you as you stomped inside, alba glancing up from her phone as you dropped your bag on the table.
you threw open the refrigerator still muttering angrily under your breath and ignoring her greeting toward you, grabbing out a punnet of strawberries and swinging it harshly closed again.Â
then without a word you snatched the unopened can of lemonade your sister had in her hand, flopping yourself down on the couch with a huff and another quiet angry grumble, angrily shoving a strawberry in your mouth with a scowl.
alba whistling under her breath spun around on the stool she was sat on, knowing youâd come from your study session and your current tense mood coupled with the fact you were home an hour earlier than expected was all she needed to know it clearly hadnât gone well.
âlo que pasĂł?â she appeared in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised as you took an aggressive sip of lemonade and shook your head.
âno quiero hablar de ello.â you grumbled, not looking at her and instead flicking through the recordings trying to find the latest episode of your favourite reality tv dating show.
âbien.â alba shrugged, taking a seat beside you and counting down in her head as you continued to button mash the poor remote in your hand. three, two, oneâŚ
âdios mĂo solstrĂĽle is such an asshole! first she was late without a reason or an apology, then she ignored me and refused to speak, then she would not tell me what the problem she wanted to study was? then all she did was-â once again you aggressively shrugged your shoulders up and down as your sister hid a smile behind her hand, the older girl for once not wanting to wind you up any further and knowing you needed to let this out as you rambled on and on.
â-she belongs in your class, your niĂąos are smarter than she is at least they know how to speak and listen at the same time! imbĂŠcil estĂşpida. i am not doing that again! alexia canâŚwell she can take a hike!â you decided with a snarl, alba now unable to hide the belt of laughter which left her mouth as you shot her a mean glare.
âwhere did you learn that saying? take a hike? quĂŠ significa eso?â your sister laughed as you rolled your eyes.
âone of your american rom coms?â alba mocked making quotations with her finger as you scowled and shoved her, admittedly having quite the fascination for seemingly silly english speaking love movies which was how youâd gotten much better at speaking and understanding it in the first place.
âdo you want some advice hermanita?â alba asked after a few moments of tense silence as you shrugged, a slight snicker leaving your sisters mouth as you clocked the gesture would seem slightly hypocritical given your previous rant.
âno? vale! good luck saying no to ale after you stole half her closet diablillo.â alba held her hands up and walked away leaving you to stew in your anger a little while longer.Â
though as you sat and thought and stewed, you realised some advice would not go to waste and of all people alba would probably be the most qualified to provide it.
so with a huff you stood to your feet, alba already hearing your footsteps head toward where she was sat out on the back deck soaking up the last few hours of sun before the door slid open and she glanced up.
âadvise me por favor.â you sat down beside her and gestured for her to speak as your sister snatched the lemonade from your hand and took a mouthful, placing the can down out of reach and turning to face you properly.
âhave you thought about how this feels for solstrĂĽle?â alba questioned at first though you could tell from her tone it was rhetorical and didnât beg an answer.
âshe is in a new country, learning a new language, at a new school, where everyone else is years and years and years ahead. then you come along when you are born here, you speak the language, you have finished school. you find things easy, but solstrĂĽle will not and maybe she also does not know what she actually needs help with fresa, only that she is struggling.â alba continued as you slowly nodded to show you were listening.
ânow imagine if you had to move to norway, you had to learn norwegian but learn it mostly it in english, when spanish is your native language, and all from a girl who you donât know with a weird accent who thinks she knows everything. then the entire plan is not even your idea but something you feel you need to do because your hermana suggested you need it, so you already go into it thinking your hermana thinks you cannot do it yourself.â alba spoke slowly as again you nodded, feeling your anger slowly melt away as the cogs of your brain ticked over.
âi do not think i know everything.â you grumbled with a huff, fixed with a look of disbelief as you rolled your eyes, maybe you could come across as a know it all sometimes. âyou have a god complex fresita and it is alexiaâs fault for always telling you that you are perfect.â alba quipped with a snort, silencing you with a raised eyebrow before she continued
âthen this girl with a weird accent asks you lots of questions about norwegian but she asks you in english, that you probably do not know the answer to, and she has a short temper, a hot head, not much patience, and gives up after one time when she is not even trying her best. would you not be maybe a little bit frustrated? confused? embarrassed?â alba questioned again and now you knew she expected an answer as your body seemed to sag.
âsĂ, serĂa difĂcil, then i called her an idiota and just stormed off!â you exhaled heavily, things suddenly now a little more in perspective as you dragged your hands down your face. âestĂĄ bien tonta, not everyone is built for teaching, especially not hot heads.â alba chuckled patting your knee as you peeked out from behind your hands giving her a look of annoyance.
âis there some advice coming soon puta?â âdid you not hear what i just said about patience?â
âespere, mapi is calling me.â you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, still on silent after the work day as you fished it out and clicked accept.
âhola mapi, i do not know what-â you started completely ready for the spaniard to start yelling at you but you were surprised at what followed next.
âfresa have you seen solstrĂĽle? her location cut off, she was supposed to already be home and she is not answering her phone. did you see her leave? did she drive?â mapi asked in a tone more serious than you think youâd ever heard, the edge of worry to her voice obvious as you frowned.
âno we finished up early, i did not see her leave i took the bus home aboutâŚtwo hours ago?â you tried to guess, mapi thanking you bluntly and hanging up before you could even say another word.
you tried to brush it off, as a teenager yourself you often made excuses not to have to come home on time, and if you werenât so scared about driving and had your license you were certain the freedom of a car would be tempting.
but as alba began to try and lay out how you would be better to tackle your next session, you couldnât shake the weird pin prick of something sitting at the back of your head about the stony norwegian, and just maybe you were a little concerned about if she was okay, and that if god forbid something had happened, was it partially your fault?
~
"fresa valentina putellas segura!" you looked up from your phone and exhaled heavily, wincing at the use of your full name and glaring over your shoulder toward elena who shrugged and sent you a knowing smile, busy on a phone call as you heard the car door close.
"i could have gotten a lift home with elena mami." you mumbled, groaning as another car door shut and both your sisters scrambled out of the car, clearly bickering over something as they pushed and shoved one another in their haste to get over to where you were sat.
"elena is who called me! i had to find out from her that you were at the hospital? hablas en serio?" your mami huffed, smacking the back of your head as you pulled a face and rubbed it with a scowl.
"we should go and yell at the nurses for not calling you sooner mami, she is a baby!" alexia chimed in as she and alba arrived and you closed your eyes and sighed again, looking up to the sky as your face was warmed with sunshine, trying to drown out the three lectures which washed over you from the women stood fussing around you.
"we are not at the hospital, it is a medical centre and i am almost eighteen. once you are over sixteen you can make your own medical decisions, and i am fine." you reminded with another sigh, hearing footsteps and cracking an eye open to watch your mami march away from the bench you were sat on to go and talk to elena who was now off the phone.
"you are still a baby. venga alba, get her crutches." your eldest sister ordered as you sat up properly, sharply smacking the girls hands away as she hissed and narrowed her eyes at you in a glare.
"i can get them myself! i can walk without them but they would not let me leave unless i took them, la doctora era tan dramĂĄtica." you grumbled in annoyance, only having mildly sprained your ankle and insistent that everyone was over reacting from the moment you fell.
it had been a harmless accident, however it had looked a lot worse than it was.
you'd just finished taking an elderly gentlemens vitals after you'd already collected his blood, the vials labelled and stored properly out back you'd been on your way back to the room to advise the gentlemen could leave, but you'd not been paying attention to the floor.
the clinic currently had a student on for work placement week, a meek and quiet fifteen year old boy who looked terrified anytime someone spoke to him, and with the way he went pale at the sight of blood it had you all wondering just who at his school he'd wronged to end up on placement here of all places.
it would seem he'd somehow dropped and smashed a few vials of someones blood after being asked to carry them back to the storeroom, and while he was busy stumbling through apologies to the nurse he was assigned to shadow for the day, elena, he'd not made any sort of effort to clean up.
so without a warning sign of any kind at least you hadn't looked down to see what you were hurrying toward and before you could blink you'd slipped over with a loud thump and you were covered in someone elseâs blood.
of course without knowing the context of what happened the moment your coworkers appeared there had been all sorts of chaos that followed, everyone checking you for wounds and cuts as patients were hurried back into the collection rooms and nobody listened to the student trying to stammer out what had actually happened.
none the less you'd managed to land awkwardly on your ankle and not able to put much pressure on it your boss mateo had insisted you go get it x-rayed to rule it out of being anything serious, shutting down your protests with a firm look and ordering elena to drive you.
so thankfully with spare scrubs always handy you'd been able to change, not able to think of much worse than sitting at the medical centre covered in blood and the looks that would attract when you explained the issue was only your ankle.
you'd managed to charm your way out of anyone at work calling your mami, assuring she would be busy at her own job with her phone in her locker, and you'd just call one of your sisters once you knew what was wrong not wanting to panic anyone without a need.
however elena knowing you all too well knew you'd try to keep this to yourself and as you were being x-rayed it seemed she had slyly called eli to inform her of what had happened. which of course in your family may as well have been a bat signal for everyone to panic and over-react, exactly what you'd wanted to avoid in the first place.
"put your arms around my neck pequeĂąa." alexia instructed as you gave her a look of disbelief. "alexia. eres sordo? i said i can walk myself!" you huffed, trying to stand up as alba pushed you back down onto the bench, snatching your crutches and she was off toward the car.
"cuĂdate chica, i will let mateo know what happened and i am sure he will give you the rest of the week off to recover. after all we have the student to help out!" elena appeared and squeezed your shoulder, grinning at the glare you gave her as she winked and hurried away to her own car before you could say a word, eli calling out another thank you as she did.
"and you will be taking the time off fresa." your mamiâs gaze shifted to you and warned sharply as you groaned, already over all of the fussing yet you knew it had barely begun.
"estoy bien! i can work in reception and sit at the front desk, do admin and stay off my ankle and-" you tried to argue, falling silent at the fierce looks sent your way both by eli and alexia, crossing your arms and scowling.
"sĂ, me tomarĂŠ tiempo libre." you begrudgingly agreed with a sigh, eli nodding happily before she hurried off into the medical centre ignoring your yells after her that you already had everything you needed.
"derecha hermanita, arms around my neck." alexia repeated herself expectantly as she leaned down a little closer and once more you scoffed. "i can walk! alĂŠjate de mĂ." you growled, trying to stand and grunting as again you were pushed back down.
"alexia!" "you are not walking to the car." "vale, i will sleep on this bench then." you puffed out stubbornly with a shake of your head.
"deja de ser idiota! you can put your arms around my neck and i will carry you, or i will pick you up over my shoulder como un bebĂŠ pequeĂąo." your sister threatened seriously and judging by the look on her face you knew she was far from joking.
so mumbling about how embarrassing this was you did as she requested, knowing the alternative was worse, alexias arms wrapping around you as you were picked up and off the bench, were grateful there weren't many people around to see this as your sister carried you fireman style to the car.
"esto es ridĂculo." you muttered bitterly, alexia going as far as to do your seat belt up for you as alba sat in the front and your mami reappeared, a copy of your x-ray and some other papers in hand as alexia sat in the passenger seat fussing over you and you squeezed your eyes closed.
this was going to be far more painful than your ankle was.
~
"por el amor de dios it is a sprain! a mild sprain! not a break, or a fracture, or a-" but your protests fell on deaf ears as alexia lowered you down onto the sofa and ignored you, chattering away to alba about everything they assumed you needed.
youâd already had to fight them off not to shower and dress you like a child when youâd returned home, both girls settling for hovering right outside the bathroom door like guard dogs.
with eliâs help you utilised the shower chair sheâd refused to touch throughout her own recovery to take the pressure off your ankle, sighing in relief as youâd washed the days events off of you.
"elevate and ice!" your mami called out from the kitchen where she was already prepping things for lunch, alba tossing alexia an ice pack, a tea towel already slung over your eldest sisters shoulder as your jaw clenched.
you hissed as alexia grabbed your ankle, lifting your leg to slide a pillow beneath and giving you a look. "mild?" she scoffed as you glared and grumbled something under your breath about how even mild sprains hurt when someones nails dig into them.
"mild, read the papers tonta! mami has about four copies." you muttered with a roll of your eyes, wincing as alexia wrapped a tea towel around your ankle to secure the ice pack to it, apologising quietly as she adjusted your ankle to sit comfortably on the pillow it was propped on.
âthis is like when diablillo broke her toe.â alba chuckled at the memory, alexia trying to hide a wince as your eyes locked in on her and narrowed into a glare. âand whose fault was that?â
eli had been enjoying a couple of hours of peace, alba not yet home from school, alexia at training and a much younger you dead asleep in bed after a psychology appointment, pulled out of school at lunch time to attend.
to try and take your mind off of the contents of the appointment, which given you were five years old and learning what grief was in the wake of your papiâs passing were always emotionally taxing, eli had taken you grocery shopping.
big mistake.
youâd always been a very confident, outgoing and sure of yourself child, having to be in order to keep up with your big loud family and especially your strong willed sisters. so it was no surprise that the moment eli pulled out her list you were taking it off of her and charging away.
but you werenât good at following the list so nearly every second thing you tossed into the cart, your mami took out and put back, sighing at your protests and attempts to rationalise the purchase, list taken out of your possession and an agreement made if you wouldnât sit in the cart you had to have a hand on it at all times.
but the other part of that agreement, granted you stuck to it which was becoming increasingly hard given everything you wanted was just out of reach with how eli strategically parked the cart in each aisle, was that at the end of it you could choose something as a reward.
your mami already knew what your choice would be so it was no surprise when finally as everything was ticked off the list and you were given the green light you raced right to the produce section, eli lifting you up onto her hip so you could properly survey the punnets and punnets of strawberries in front of you.
however when almost twenty minutes later when you still hadnât made a choice your mami was starting to lose patience, gently trying to hurry you along as she watched you carefully survey each and every strawberry with narrowed eyes.
finally, one was chosen, and it had seemed the grocery trip coupled with your appointment earlier in the afternoon had wiped you out, falling asleep in the car on the way home as your mami slowly woke you, hand in hers and leading you to your bedroom where you crashed out right on top of the covers, red tightly in hand.
but now a couple of hours later it seemed eliâs peace was about to end as alba came tearing in the door, chattering away on her phone and your mamiâs eyes rolled watching her once neatly organised kitchen become anything but as your hormone filled teenage sister piled a plate high with some post school fuel.
alexia was next, flying through the door and bringing jenni with her of course, their chattering filling the house as alba spoke louder in return on the phone, retreating to her room with a slam of her door as the noise jolted you awake.
your mami shook her head, watching your sister and her girlfriend rummage through the refrigerator just as alba had done moments ago, the once fully stocked shelves already beginning to clear out in just a matter of a few minutes.
everyone greeting eli the woman was grateful she was still able to sit and read her book, both your sisters old enough not to need her attention the way you did, but moving to the living room and with her head buried in literature she missed alexia grab out your specially selected strawberries.
however it was the very first thing you noticed as you tiredly padded into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes and blinking to try and clear them of sleep, jenni noticing you first with a grin and bending down to open her arms for a hug. you were more than ready to wander into them however before you could take another step alexia bit into a strawberry and you gasped, suddenly wide awake.
âale those are mine! volver a ponerlos!â you demanded angrily, stomping on over as your sister chuckled and shook her head, jenni standing again with a defeated sigh that youâd rejected her hug.
âyou do not own all the fresones in this house monstruito.â alexia grinned, biting into another one just to wind you up as you huffed and glared up at her, she was always at her most annoying after sheâd trained and was full of endorphins as your mami tried to explain to you.
âi own those! they are mine i bought them today at the market with mami!â you tried to explain, attempting to climb up onto the counter to grab them but your little feet wouldnât grip onto the stone walls of the counter as you watched on uselessly as now jenni took a bite.
âoh do you want one?â alexia smirked, one hand pressed to your forehead holding you off as she held a strawberry down to you but just out of reach, grinning as you reached for it with frustrated little grunts.
alexia nodded for jenni to tip out the rest of the punnet into a small bowl on the counter, grabbing the seemingly empty container theyâd once been in and letting you go, putting what appeared to be the last strawberry into her mouth with a content sigh.
âaquĂ monstruito.â your sister handed you the empty container as your jaw dropped and you looked up at her in disbelief, a smug smile on the older girls face as jenni nudged her in the back that maybe this was taking the teasing a little too far.
letting out a war cry you charged at her but alexia already anticipated the attack, easily holding you off again with a hand covering your face, words muffled against her palm as your arms swung trying to connect with any part of her body.
but when that didnât work you resorted to plan b, winding your leg up and kicking at her as hard as you could, your foot bouncing off of her bare shin and you felt something crack, stopping your movement all together as alexiaâs grin was wiped away watching your face pale.
âhey hey hey hermanita-â but right as she squatted down to try and check in you let out a blood curdling scream, falling to the ground and holding your foot as suddenly the kitchen was full of people, everyone fussing over you as you pushed both of your sisters away, only accepting eliâs arms which scooped you up and sat you on the counter.
âno! te odio!â you screamed at alexia who tried to move in to hug you, the eighteen year old flinching away as if sheâd been burned, alba moving in instead as you pushed your face into her stomach and gripped her school shirt in your hands as eli ever so gently moved your leg, dodging the way it kicked out in reflex.
âoh mi nena, i think you might have broken your big toe.â
safe to say your sisters both learned a very valuable lesson about how far to take things when pushing you around and teasing you that day, alexia especially.
"do you not have anything else better to do than fuss and annoy me capitana?" you grumbled sarcastically, eyes rolling yet again as your sister fluffed and prepped the cushions behind your back now, karate chopping them making you snicker with slight amusement at the concentration on her face as she did so.
"tiene razĂłn mija, look at the time you should go, you have that meeting!" eli called out in agreement as alexia hummed. "and don't you have niĂąos to dumb down?" you leaned back and looked up at your middle sister who was stood behind the couches, a brush and tie in hand as she grabbed your hair and started to scrape it up into a bun despite the fact your arms were fine and you could easily do it yourself.
"alba!" you yelped as the flat side of the brush smacked against your forehead. "don't hit her puta she's hurt!" alexia reached over and shoved the younger girl who rolled her eyes and tilted your head back to kiss your forehead in a silent apology as you made an indignant huff and jerked away from her.
"student free day." alexia explained on alba's behalf, seemingly satisfied with how she'd smacked and poked the cushions into order behind you, and you had to admit you were quite comfortable.
"if you need anything you tell mami or alba, do not get up!" your sister warned sternly, giving you the firm captains look you knew struck fear into her teammates but did nothing much for you as you raised your eyebrows in acknowledgement.
"fresa valentina-" "bien i will not move! vĂĄyase and stop with the middle name." you groaned shooing your hands for her to leave. "te quiero, do not do anything stupid!" she warned shoving your head to the side as you mocked her under your breath.
"more like anything else stupid." alba chimed in from the kitchen, your middle finger popping up at her as your mami clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"what?" you sighed as still alexia stayed standing in front of you expectantly. "i am not saying it back." you turned on the tv with a shrug, browsing for what to watch as your sister huffed and finally moved out of the way.
overhearing alexia tell eli that she and olga would be back for dinner you groaned, knowing everyone would be fussing over you despite the fact you were fine.
âcan olga come and you stay home? your home.â you suggested, your mami clicking her tongue again with a huff as now alexia flipped you off making you grin and return the gesture.Â
âdibujar!â alba cried out as she joined in, now all three of you using both your hands to flip one another off with matching grins as eli sighed, having flashbacks to when you were all much younger.
âbasta de esto! I raised you three better than this.â your mami smacked a wooden spoon against the counter as all three of you flinched at the memories which came with the sound and immediately dropped your hands as the shorter women nodded, quite pleased that still worked as alexia yelled another goodbye and finally made her way out.
~
âelena you are not taking me to my bedroom, iâm fine.â you huffed a couple days later, your sisters and mami both having been hovering relentlessly all week which was more than starting to grate on you, not even allowed to go and have some peace and quiet in your own room, banished to the sofa like a prisoner all day everyday where someone could have eyes on you at all times.
you knew your mami was perhaps getting the most from this, and though she would never admit it you could tell that after so long of her being the one who was being fussed over and watched like a hawk it was both a relief and a joy for that attention to be diverted elsewhere.Â
a bonus that it so happened to be you, the one who was perhaps most guilty of fussing over her since she left hospital given you were the last of your sisters still living at home.
âlet me just help you walk there, since you refuse to use the crutches.â elena rolled her eyes, nodding at the crutches in her hand which indeed youâd not touched, insistent that you could walk albeit with a small limp.
it had taken a lot of begging and pleading but with it being one of your friends birthdays you��d been invited out to dinner with them, eli eventually agreeing you could go so long as you promised to let her know when you were on your way back.
youâd done that, sending her a text message as you left the restaurant with elena, but when you hadnât heard back and given it was nearly eleven thirty at night, you assumed sheâd likely fallen asleep.
âbecause I do not need them, and I do not need help!â you huffed, elena giving up with a sigh and carefully placing your crutches just inside by the front door, hugging you goodbye with a teasing donkey noise, everyone having teased you were âstubborn as an assâ all night as you bit back a smile and gave her a sarcastic wave goodbye.
closing the door after her you exhaled in relief as with your mami seemingly asleep and your sisters at their own homes you finally had a moment of peace to yourself without someone asking if you needed anything, fixing a cushion, getting more ice, checking the swelling.
but still, despite the peace nature called and with a sigh you started to hobble your way to the bathroom, the swelling having gone down but the ankle itself still quite tender despite the fact it could bare a lot more weight now.Â
your eyes flickered momentarily toward the crutches sitting abandoned just an arms length away, knowing really you should use them as it would make this whole process a lot faster. however your friends werenât wrong you were stubborn, and determined to prove even just to yourself that this was only a mild sprain and you were getting better you began an arduous journey toward the bathroom.
you were doing okay at first, grabbing onto things and allowing your body to lean on your dominant foot, able to get all the way to the bathroom all on your own, sitting down on the toilet with a relieved exhale.
but it was getting up that suddenly the situation drastically changed.
when youâd showered earlier youâd left your wet towel on the ground, nothing unusual as given it was only you and eli living here now and she had her own bathroom there was no one to complain about it.
however too focused on hobbling over to the sink youâd failed to notice, and if anything this whole week had just been one huge life lesson to learn to look down a little more often, and with a blink you felt yourself slip, head hitting the ground and back thumping against the tile floor.
but all you were focused on was the way you felt your ankle go snap, pain shooting up your leg as if it was on fire as you groaned loudly, trying to sit up but grunting and collapsing back to the ground.
âmami? mami? mami!â you tried to yell out through gritted teeth, calling out a few more times and groaning as the pain worsened and the room began to spin a little. feeling something digging into your hip you managed to pull your phone out with a hiss, yelling out again for eli but not hearing anything.
so knowing really there wasnât anything else you could do you clicked on the contact for the one person you thought might answer if you called.Â
your heartbeat sounding in your ears and vision a little blurred you hesitated, flashbacks of all the calls youâd made to her where she hadnât answered, stomach churning with a mix of nausea, worry and rejection, questioning if maybe you were wrong and she wouldnât answer, leaving you alone again.
but eventually the pain won out and you clicked call, sighing with a grimace as the dial tone sounded once, twice, three times, four times and-Â
âhola? pequeĂąa? estĂĄs bien?â âale? por favour por favor i need help, hermana i need you!â
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pairing. lando norris x reader
summary. being a supportive girlfriend during an awfully stressful time is hard, so when reader and lando ends up fighting, neither of them is surprised. however, she canât help but be in love with him at the end of the day.
notes. pretty short and not proofread đđ
YOU WERE WALKING ON EGGSHELLS FOR THE PAST two weeks around your boyfriend. he was thrown into contention for the title mid-season and as the last race weekend of the season was getting excruciatingly closer, landoâs mood was dropping drastically. you understood it, not in the way that you were in the same situation as him, but frustration, pressure and disappointment werenât strangers to you. you could see that your boyfriend was gradually becoming a ticking bomb, yet unsure when will his breaking point happen.
as it turned out, it happened on a second day after he got back from brazil. it was a silly argument that escalated to a major fight, resulting in you, driving back to your apartment in ventimiglia to give the brit his required space.
it wasnât ideal, coming home, you hardly stepped a foot into your apartment, when lando was in monaco as you usually stayed at his place to get as much of him as possible in the â usually â short period of time. norris, unbeknownst to you, immediately felt terrible just as he watched you left. guilt creeped up his spine, yet he made no effort to stop you, knowing that he needed some space to get ahold of himself. no title could make him fill the void if he lost you.
so, after a few days of radio silence from one another, you were starting to feel like you were losing the precious time you had with lando. the clip from max fewtrellâs stream with your boyfriend there, saying that heâs eating food that sat in his fridge for more than six months or staying awake for 26 hours, has found its way into your twitter feed. it made you worry restlessly.
thirty or so minutes later, while lando was still playing some game with max and a few of their friends, you let yourself into his apartment and started rummaging through his to find all those expired items and threw them out, already making an order for new groceries. as much petty as you could be sometimes, you didnât want your boyfriend to end up with food poisoning, it was kind of oscarâs thing now.
cleaning his fridge took you fifteen minutes at most, considering that you threw up a huge portion of its content. it was just then, when you decided to put on your big girl pants and face him. you made him some tea with lemon and honey, before quietly tapping him on the shoulder.
âjesus christ!â he shrieked, causing you to giggle. âmate, i think iâm having some sorta proper hallucinations.â your boyfriend spoke into his headset, not believing the sight in front of him â not believing that he was seeing you. you couldâve easily picked up the guys taking a piss out of him, which made you laugh even harder.
âyou need sleep, lad.â âyeah, you sound like a maniac.â âthatâs the expired meat speaking.â
âdonât worry âbout it, lads. iâll take care of him.â you moved closer to the microphone to let the guys know that everythingâs taken care of, fully aware that max, your boyfriendâs best friend, would get concerned.
âiâm super sorry.â lando spoke softly, once you left the discord call. his arms snuck around your waist, pulling you flush against him â almost as if he had really missed you. âi love you so much, please donât break up with me.â he added. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back the chuckle upon not only hearing his words, but also upon seeing his childish-like expression.
you managed to escape his embrace, dropping your hand into his, while trying to drag him back into his room for a nap. it wasnât a hard task with lando trailing right behind you until you sat him down at the edge of the bed.
âiâm not mad at you, baby.â you reassured him in a gentle tone. your hand caressing his cheek. âi still love you, okay? but you gotta go to bed, lando. weâll talk later, alright?â you tried to coax him into listening to you and youâve succeeded.
WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND WOKE UP A FEW HOURS later, he thought that your presence in his apartment was just a dream. having pushed himself off the bed, he walked to the kitchen to finish off his expired chicken. thatâs when he found you lounging on the couch, while eating something that smelled incredibly well.
yup, he mustâve been hallucinating.
with that in mind, he didnât even approach you, trying not to feed into his delusions. if his mates knew that he started seeing his girlfriend after eating something that spent a few months in his fridge, they would never let him live it down. he furrowed his brows at the sight of a pan full of carbonara that he had no recollection of making â maybe he should go see a doctor?
lando sighed in relief after having taken a sniff of the dish, realising that somehow itâs not gone bad. how did it ended up in his place? no idea.
âbloody hell, no more eating expired food. iâm seeing stuff.â the brit muttered, rubbing his face in slight frustration. upon hearing his quiet mutter, you let out a small chuckle, tilting your head to the side in amusement.
âlando, you know iâm real, right?â you mused, a small smile creeping up on your lips. your boyfriendâs forehead creased in confusion. god, he seemed so out of it. âas in, i came here this afternoon, youâre not seeing stuff.â your words were coated with hilarity as you gave him a look.
lando was bewildered. twenty six hours of sleep werenât that much, how did he forget that you got to his apartment and, apparently, talked to him? his cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he put the plate down on the coffee table and sat next to you.
âi, uh, wanted to call.â he spoke, his head hanging a bit lower. âtâwas unnecessary, my outburst, i mean.â a sigh escaped his lips. he was slowly beginning to look like a sad, kicked puppy.
âit was super unnecessary.â you agreed, running a hand through his hand in a slow motion. âwe canât really go back in time, can we?â he shook his head at your words, taking your hand in his hair as an invitation, so he moved closer to you, his arm sneaking around your waist.
âbut you still love me?â
âyes, lando. i still love you.â you leaned your head on his shoulder.
âgood, i would probably kill myself, uh, or die without you.â
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Just Another ClichĂŠ
Summary: Rafe has been asking to take you out for years and you always shoot him down, after a particularly bad day, you decide things can't get much worse.
<<Here's some fluffy angst for those who need it>>
Shitty was an understatement for the day you had. This day will go down in history as the worst day any soul has ever lived through.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." The murmur is bitter on your tongue as you stuff your hands deeper into your warm pockets. The breath of your words were visible in the crisp winter air as you were about to pass by Rafe Cameron who waited patiently outside of your apartment building with a single rose just like he always did.
Since your senior year of high school, every year on the fourteenth of February, he would wait outside your complex, asking you out, then you say no, then he goes home. That's the tradition.
Well, technically you never said no. You'd always make up some excuse. 'I don't have time for a relationship right now' or 'Now's a bad time' are just a few of the examples you've used over the last five years.
It's not that there was anything wrong with him. You actually did find him attractive. Aside from the sketchy reputation he had going for him back in high school, he was still a relatively nice guy.
You just didn't have the time for a relationship, or at least you didn't before.
A small smile forms on his face as he sees you, already knowing what to expect. Another excuse like "Fine," yup, just as he thought- Wait.
"Say that again?" His head shakes in disbelief, blue eyes bulging slightly. Your shoulders shrug under your heavy-duty winter jacket. "My car was towed, then I lost my job, so why not lose my dignity too? Let's go out." You say and his heart begins to bounce off the confines of his ribs.
Not sure if it was the frosty air nipping at his cheeks or his lifetime wish finally unwrapping before his eyes, his cheeks flushed and he blinked a few times. "You won't regret this, I promise." he holds out the rose for you to take, and you finally do. For the first time in five years. You bite back a scoff, not in the mood for empty promises.
"Why haven't you given up yet?" You ask and now he places his hands in his pockets as a chilling breeze sweeps past you. He's rocking back on his heels slightly, "Life's too short to give up." The tiny smile on his face does make you scoff this time but he moves past it, "I'll text you later," is the last thing he says before he walks off.
You look down at the rose, then at his shrinking figure as he heads for the distance. A little pep in his step and you shook your head, immediately regretting your decision.
Great, this is exactly what you needed, another clichĂŠ.
-
Just another clichĂŠ is exactly what it was. On the lowest day of your life, you finally gave Rafe a chance. Of course, he changes your life in ways you couldn't imagine and leaves you with a dead weight of regret for not giving in sooner.
Your first date wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but it was fun. The two of you were inexperienced skaters failing to skate in the middle of the town square during the heart of winter. With festive lights outlining the rink where you laughed every time one of you fell.
There was even a point in time when you'd both embraced the cold connection with the ice floor and had a deep conversation on the sidelines, watching the other skaters circle the rink.
"Why me?" The question slips out before you can catch it and he licks his lips. He anticipated the query would arise eventually. "You remember that party Hailey Vanderbilt threw back in senior year?"
You hum with a nod, that was a party you'll never forget. Pool toys ended up in the trees, broken windows, jello in the hot tub, fights in the front yard and gambling in the back. "You and a few of the girls were playing truth or dare and they had dared you to start a rumour that I'd shaved my head because my family had joined some cult or some shit."
It took you a second, but the memory came back to you. "You don't know this, but I was fucking wasted behind the couch, but I'll never forget the way you stood up for me to them and refused to do it, and I dunno, I jus' think that was really cool of you." His head turns to you, his gaze softening when he looks at you.
At that moment, you felt the butterflies flap around in your stomach for the first time. He clears his throat, expression becoming more sombre as he continues. "My mom," He starts, taking a difficult swallow to get the words out.
"She was really sick. I got caught up with the wrong crowd to deal with it. Doing anything people said would get me distracted, even for a little, but she got worse and me being high every day didn't help so I quit. Her chemo was taking everything from her and eventually, she just shaved it off, she hated looking in the mirror and it killed me."
Your chest tightened at the story, having a sneaking suspicion of where this was going, "So when you shaved your head..." You trail off and Rafe nods along, turning away from you as a stray tear falls. "It was for her. You sticking up for me meant so much more than you know."
So there you both sat, on the ice with your backs against the wall in silence while the faint Christmas music chimed in the background. The date had taken a sad turn but you're glad it did, it sparked the beginning of your forever-evolving bond.
That was only the first date of many. Dozens and dozens of dates had flown past you and with each one you hated yourself a little more for letting him stand outside of your complex for five years rather than invite him inside.
"This is a nice place." He compliments as he takes a look around before settling himself on the couch with you beside him. "Thanks, it used to be a lot nicer when I could afford it. Had to sell some stuff to keep it after I lost my job."
He chuckles, "That explains why we're facing a blank wall and no television." and you pinch him. "Sacrifices had to be made. Who needs a TV anyways when there's so many other things we could do to keep ourselves busy." Your wandering hand gently runs down his firm thigh and you can feel the muscles in his leg tighten.
This was unchartered territory for you. You'd been dating for almost three months now and have never been intimate in that way, but Rafe knew the kind of person you were. A perfectionist, you need to be sure of everything before you try it.
Based on how fervently you were currently kissing along the length of his neck he could assume he had a pretty good idea of where your head was at. "Baby, baby--" He struggles to keep you at bay so he can lock eyes with you. "Are you sure about this? We don't have-" You silence him with the passionate attack of your lips against his.
Nearly tackling him onto his back, your hips straddling his as you demonstrated your certainty to him.
-
The months went on and sleepovers became more frequent. Even when Rafe had that tired look in his eye which was more often these days, you kept him up with your bright eyes and wide smile as you explained to him the newest conspiracy that intrigued you.
He tried his best to listen to what you were saying but he'd often lose himself in the labyrinth of his own mind. You were just so cute when you were talking about what you were passionate about. Especially when you wore the glasses you cursed so much, opting for contacts during the day.
"Why don't you wear your glasses more often?" He asks and you frown, "Rafee, did you hear anything I just said?" He nods, "Of course I did. I heard every last word.... up until about five minutes ago." You whine and he hugs you tight as an apology, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
You couldn't stay mad at him. That was proven time and time again when even your biggest fights would be resolved within 24 hours. Rafe insisted on talking things out, no matter how hurt the both of you may feel. He never wanted to go to sleep without making things right. "Life's too short," He would say.
You both had your shortcomings, but that goes without saying. Rafe was short-tempered and you were stubborn, a bad combination for an opinionated conversation. Things can quickly spiral out of control but when it came to apologies, Rafe outdid you every time. Flowers, or a small gift to show his feelings.
Even now, as Rafe leant against your kitchen island as you transferred the flowers he'd gifted you 'just because'. A weak smile graced his lips as he noted the way you did everything with such intensity, putting your all into everything you did.
Leaning forward onto his crossed forearms he watches you. "You're staring, babe." You say and he can only hum. "Can't help it. I like what I see," His words elicit a soft warmth to radiate in your chest.
"I love you, y'know that?" You're startled as you feel his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. "You tell me only every day, Rafe." He comes down to peck your cheek before you're rotating in his hold to face him. "But I love you too." You're unable to contain your smile as you say it.
It wasn't the first time but every time the words left your mouth, it gave you a little bubbly feeling. Security blossomed within you anytime your eyes grazed over his features.
"Let's go out tonight, yeah? Let's go dancing." Rafe declares without thinking and you laugh, tilting your head to look at the time over the stove. "It's almost midnight, nothing's open at this hour." You reason, but he doesn't back down.
Holding you by the hand, he twirls you. "Not a problem, we'll just do it here." That night your apartment was filled with laughter and soft jazz. Rafe hardly ever had this much energy so late but you loved it.
Two days after that night of dancing, you woke up to an eerie silence that felt too heavy for the morning. You went about your routine, still buoyed by the memory of Rafe's laughter filling your apartment. You checked your phoneâjust the usual notifications, a missed call from an unknown number, and a message from Sarah that simply said, "Call me."
You barely had time to press dial before she picked up, her voice trembling. She tried to speak, but only the sound of soft, choked sobs came through. Finally, she managed, "Iâm so sorryâŚ"
The words hit you, but you didnât understand them. You wanted her to stop, to say something elseâanything else. She kept speaking, her words blurred and distant, as though you were underwater, drowning. Somewhere in her explanation, you heard the words, "peacefully⌠in his sleep." But it didnât feel peaceful. Your mind raced, demanding answers. Why hadnât he told you? How long had he known?
Over the days that followed, Rafe's family gently filled in the pieces: heâd been sick for years, silently enduring, doing everything he could to hide it. Every date, every moment spent laughing with you, was a deliberate choice he made to live his last days fully, in love and joy, with you.
He hadnât wanted you to know because he couldn't bear to see you suffer for him the same way he was once familiar with in his senior year. Even in the end, he kept the truth locked away, shielding you from the loss he knew was coming.
The weight of his choice tore you apart. You wanted to be angry, to hate him for leaving you out, but in his silence, there was also a strange kind of love. A love that had given you a few precious, unburdened moments together. Still, the pain settled deep within you, refusing to ease.
The anger, hurt, and ache became constant companions in the days that followed. But in his absence, you began to understand just how much heâd given for you.
He'd shared with you how hard it was for him to deal with that eerie state of loss. The stage where the person isn't gone but you know you'll lose them. It alters you in a messed up kind of way and he wanted you as far from that reality as possible. He was protecting you from his own condition till the very end.
Helping his family to clear out his apartment was easily the hardest thing you'd ever done. You couldn't do it without tearing up with every belonging of his you touched.
His favourite hoodie that he never let you wear but loved when you did. The polaroids in his drawer that you took from your first date, taken from the floor of the ice rink.
You noticed he'd scribbled writing on the back of the photo.
She finally said yes.
That was all it took. The last bits of your composure were stolen from you and you wept on his bedroom floor. Everyone always told you it would get easier but it never did. How could things get easier when the other half of your heart was buried six feet below the ground?
You learned to live with the loss, forcing a smile when in the company of others and taking deep breaths every morning when you woke up. Mildly disappointed the realm beyond the living hadn't reaped you during your slumber.
Very slowly, you begin to adjust to this new reality. Itâs not the life you imagined, but you learn to live with the loss, carrying him with you in the smallest, most tender ways. His favourite hoodie becomes your comfort on cold nights, wrapping you in his memory and his scent.
Just because he was gone doesn't mean you'd end all of your traditions. Each year on the fourteenth of February, you visit his grave, placing a single red rose on the stone as a quiet tribute.
Though the ache remains, you hold his spirit close, carrying him forward into every milestone and memory yet to come, honouring the love you shared while finding the strength to continue onward.
In some ways, your love story turned out to be just another clichĂŠâuntil it ripped your heart out from your chest, leaving you with the unbearable ache of everything he left unsaid, every unfulfilled promise, and the haunting silence of a future that will always belong to him.
Somehow, even in the quietest, most heart-wrenching moments, you never gave up on finding the silver lining, because lifeâs too short.
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spiked woes and revenge
poly!darksun x fem!reader who is slipped a love potion [2.1k words]
prompts: from my darksun disciples @butt3rnugg3t : "darksun (I'm obsessed and I'm not sorry) with a reader who gets slipped a love potion without knowing?", as well as @underoospeterparker : "could I request poly!darksun x reader where they're both really protective over her"
CW: drugging someone, anxiety and concern, friends responding perhaps violently, hurt comfort, hateful and disgusting men being publicly shamed :)
James and Barty were just making their way up the stairs to the 7th year Gryffindor boys dormitory when they came upon a peculiar sight.
The door - which was notoriously ajar should any number of friends or acquaintances want to drop by (with the exception of first thing in the morning when they were dressing for school, the end of the day when they were getting ready for bed, or when there was a very pointed tie hanging by the handle) - was not only closed, but there were the telltale plumes of smoke indicative of a potion being brewed within the dorm room walls trailing beneath the ancient wooden door.Â
âBut what if he doesnât like me?â Came your muffled voice then; painted with worry andâŚtears?Â
âHey, itâs alright, Trouble.â James heard Sirius counter, though he didnât miss the anxious tilt of his voice. âYouâre impossible not to like.â
âYou know who likes you an awful lot?â Remus added then, though it sounded as though his attention was split between you and whatever else was happening in the dorm room. âJames and Junior.âÂ
âSo much, Y/N.â Lily agreed quickly, before her voice dropped as she hissed âwhere the sodding hell are they!?â to someone else in the room.Â
Yet whatever James thought he was about to walk into didnât even compare to the chaos that was their dorm room.Â
Regulus, Lily, and Remus were all hovering in front of a makeshift potions station in the centre of the room; Remus dutifully checking and rechecking the brewing instructions from a heavy tome, Regulus chopping and prepping the ingredients with an efficient precision, and Lily expertly stirring the potion whilst keeping an eye on the heat and adding the ingredients as Remus read them out and Regulus handed them to her.Â
Marlene and Dorcas stood to the side of the room, muttering angrily under their breaths as Marlene paced back and forth, though she kept her eyes trained dutifully on you, and Sirius had you wrapped up in one of their throws - so tightly that James wondered if it didnât actually hurt - like a muggle straight jacket as he rubbed your back and rocked you back and forth, Peter hovering over you with a tissue in one hand to catch falling tears and a fan in the other to keep you cool.Â
âWhat in the buggering fuck is going on here?â Barty spat then, apparently having come to his senses faster than James.
âHey! Hey Trouble, look! Look who it is!â Sirius started with forced enthusiasm, rubbing your back with new vigour as he tried to get you to turn your attention to your two boyfriends. You hardly spared them a glance.Â
âWhatâs the matter, angel? Whatâs with the tears?â James asked cautiously, easing his way over like the scene was a live wire ready to explode with one wrong move.Â
âIâm scared. I donât feel good Jamie.â You admitted, which James could very well see, though you immediately followed it up with âand what if he doesnât like me?âÂ
âWhat if who doesnât like you?â Barty asked then with a hard edge to his voice that saw James swatting at him warningly and Regulus hissing âwould you take it easy, Junior?âÂ
âMcLaggen.â Marlene answered for you; muttering the name with so much disdain that James almost wondered if it was the delivery itself that saw you burst into tears.Â
âMcKinnon, please.â Peter whined then, working overtime with both his tissue and his fan, looking like he was sweating nearly as much as you were and just as close to hysterics.Â
âJames?â Remus whispered, his eyes widening in warning. âA word, please?âÂ
Both James and Barty wretched their attention from you to join the impromptu potions class.Â
âListen, you cannot freak out; weâre brewing the antidote right now, but-â
âWhat antidote?â Barty interrupted darkly, causing Regulus to scoff at his oldest friend.
âJunior, what did we just say?â
âListen, the two of you have one job right now.â Lily spat then; her tone taking on a no nonsense quality that had both boys unintentionally standing up straighter. âAnd that one job is to help keep her calm, got it?â
âOkay. Alright.â James agreed breathily, but Lilyâs fiery gaze turned to Barty as she raised one perfectly arched auburn brow at him expectantly.
âMerlin,â He groaned, though they all watched him take a steadying breath, âokay, okay. What antidote are you brewing?â
âThe Love Potion Antidote.â Regulus responded quickly, handing Lily the wiggentree twigs that Remus directed him to prep, watching over the cauldron as the potion turned green.
âLove Potion?â James hissed.
âShe was slipped a Love Potion!?â Barty added.
âLooks like it.â Remus muttered darkly, though his face turned soft and pitiful when he looked over his shoulder to watch Sirius and Peter trying to keep you calm.Â
âAlice overheard him asking her to Hogsmeade next weekend after Astronomy class yesterday. She declined, obviously.â Lily explained.
âLooks like heâs not used to rejection.â Regulus spat bitterly.
âOh, heâs going to get used to rejection alright.â Barty muttered threateningly as he reached for his wand and made to storm out of the room, only for Marlene and Dorcas to block his exit.Â
âOne job.â Marlene demanded then, gesturing roughly in your direction.Â
âItâs orange, now what?â Lily asked, and Remus flipped the page in the tome.Â
âAdd castor oil until it turns blue.âÂ
âIâŚI think maybe I should go?â You whimpered then; sentence dotted by hiccups and sniffling as you seemed to be staring unseeingly into the room. âI should go, right?â
âHey, angel; youâre alright. I think youâre good here, huh?â James tried as he kneeled in front of you, and Peter seemed more than happy to step aside and make room for your boyfriends. âWhat do you say? Weâll justâŚhang out for a bit?â
âBut I think I should go see McLaggen.â You pouted, and James had to remind himself to tamp down the anger threatening to boilover at the sight of your tearstained face.Â
âOr,â Barty started then, and James prayed to the gods that he kept his wits about him, âwhy donât we try to relax for a bit, and if you still feel like seeing him afterwards, weâll all go pay him a visit?âÂ
Dorcas let out a humourless snort at that. âI vote for option number two.âÂ
âAndâŚ.weâre blue.â Lily announced then, snuffing the flame out from beneath the potion and transferring it to a vial. âWeâre gonna get you feeling better, Y/N.â She promised.Â
âOkay, thank you.â You all but sobbed in response.
âWhatâs with the restraints?â Barty asked then as he pulled at the blanket wrapped around your being.Â
âWe didnât handle being told to sit down very well.â Sirius responded for you, tightening his arm around your shoulders comfortingly as Peter rubbed a quickly growing red welt on the side of his cheek.Â
âIâm sorry.â You nearly wailed as Lily made for you. âI just feel like Iâm supposed to go find McLaggen!â
âDonât worry, Treasure.â Barty assured you with a disturbing amount of composure. âWeâre absolutely going to go find McLaggen, okay? Why donât we take the potion Lily made for you, hm? Get you feeling better first.â
Barty spoke over the discontented grumblings of Regulus and Remus who âalso helped make the potion, thank you very muchâ as he took the vial from Lily and held it up to your mouth. âBig drink, okay Tres?âÂ
James was glad that you were as agreeable as you were in your discontented state, simply wrapping your blanket clad hands around Bartyâs and allowing him to hold the vial as you drank the entire potion down.Â
âIt reads here that sheâs probably going to be very tired and more than a little confused for a while, but the anxiety and lust should be gone.â Remus explained; James could kiss the sod.Â
âGood. Good, yeah? Thatâs good, right angel? Do you feel better?âÂ
You sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as you licked a droplet of the potion from your lips and considered your answer before nodding slowly. âIâŚyeah. Yeah, I- I think so. I think I feel better.â
No sooner had the words left your lips did Lily grab her wand. âGreat! Ready to go?â She asked no one in particular, but both Marlene and Dorcas answered in the affirmative immediately.Â
âWhere are you three going?â James asked cautiously.Â
âYou know,â Dorcas drawled casually as she began rummaging through Siriusâ trunk, though the long-haired boy hardly seemed to mind, âwe just realised that we havenât caught up with our old classmate in so long.âÂ
âA shame, really.â Marlene agreed as Dorcas filled her bag with various dung bombs, charmed firecrackers, and other various pranking paraphernalia. âAll this talk about inter house unity, and we neglect a vast majority of our peers.âÂ
âWeâre going to change that.â Lily declared as she swiped the Marauders Map from Remusâ desk. âStarting with McLaggen.âÂ
And with that, Lily shot you a wink, Dorcas a salute, and Marlene blew a kiss before the three witches closed the door to the boysâ dorm behind them.
âCan I take this off now?â You asked then, wriggling under Sirius arm as you tried to free yourself from your blanketed prison.Â
âOnly if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.â Sirius teased as he unravelled the blanket, causing you to fluster as you shot Peter your best doe eyes.Â
âI really am sorry, Pete.âÂ
âOhâŚitâs alright.â Peter offered with a nervous laugh, though he winced as he prodded the tender portion of his jaw that was well on its way to bruising. âIâm just glad youâre feeling better.âÂ
âWhat the hell happened?â Barty asked then; shoving the offended blanket off your shoulders and taking the fan from Peter (rather roughly, though Peter seemed more than glad to be effectively dismissed from his job) and started fanning you off.Â
âIâŚI honestly donât even know? Professor Slughorn was handing out chocolates to us after class today for a job well done, and whilst he was doing that, McLaggen approached me again asking if I wasnât entirely sure I didnât want to go to Hogsmeade with him.â
You were interrupted by James and Sirius grumbling, Remus scoffing, and Barty muttering something along the lines of âask first, respect the answer, fuck faceâ under his breath.Â
âAnd I said no, and left. I didnât drink anything or-â
âDid you eat the chocolate?â Regulus interrupted then, ignoring his best friendâs murderous gaze for daring to speak over his Treasure.Â
âWhat?â
âThe chocolate that Slughorn handed out. Did you eat it?â
âWell, yeah, but-â
âBefore McLaggen spoke to you, or after?â Regulus continued, inching closer and closer to being hexed straight to hell by Barty.Â
âAfterâŚâ
âYou think he tampered with the chocolate?â Remus asked then, earning him a shrug of Regulusâ shoulders, though his head moved side to side in semi-confirmation.Â
âItâs the only thing that makes sense.â
âThe only thing that makes sense,â Barty spat venomously, âis a fucking dementors kiss for attemptedâŚwhat? What was his plan?â
No one had the chance to answer, though, when the castle walls shook with the force of a boom coming from outside.Â
The seven of you all stood and crammed your heads into the alcove of the window to see almost an entire acre of the castle grounds coated in a thick, sludgy yellow substance and one individual slipping and sliding as he tried to make his way out of the mess. Hexes and jinxes were being shot at him from three sides - clearly the doing of Marlene et al., if James recognised her duelling strategies correctly.Â
âWellâŚâ You offered cautiously. âI guess none of us have to go find McLaggen now?âÂ
Barty seemed wholly unconvinced, but by the time the group of you got to the Great Hall for breakfast the following morning to find McLaggen unable to speak to any femme (student or faculty alike) without first announcing âMy name is Tiberius McLaggen and I am a sexual predator.â for all to hear, Barty relented on his insistence to defend your honour.Â
âThe girls beat you to it.â Youâd whispered into his cheek before stamping it with a kiss.
James figured this was probably the only time Barty would ever allow himself to be outdone.
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Heyyy, can I request an ff where Sylus and Mc are having their intimate moment but they forgot to close the door so Luke and Kieran accidentally saw them?
Ahhh a request! Hi Annonie!
Thank you so much for trusting me with your request! I actually never saw that coming, so I'm kind of both nervous and excited at the same time!
Life has been busy recently and I didn't have much time to write but your request was spinning in the back of my head! And this was so much fun to write!
I changed my style for a more comedic route this time and kept things lighthearted, hope that's okay!
Love, Cheri đ
⧠Sylus - Private Surprise
Pairing: Sylus x You Word Count: 826 Tags: established relationship, comedy, suggestive content (kissing, making out, no smut tho), luke and kieran being adorkable
It's Friday night, and you have eagerly accepted your boyfriend's invitation to spend the weekend at his villa in the N109 Zone.
After a long, challenging week, the chance to spend a few days with him couldn't have come at a better time, and your heart fluttered when he picked you up to have dinner together before driving you both back to his place.
You're standing by the sideboard in his living room, about to pour yourself a drink, when Sylus suddenly appears behind you on silent toes, putting his hands on your hips.
''Mmm, I missed you, KittenâŚ''
He whispers in your ear, grazing it with the tip of his nose.
Slowly, the silver-haired man moves his head down your neck, gently placing soft kisses there. His touch on your skin sends a tingle through your body, and you can't help but close your eyes and tilt your neck, giving him more space as he moves down to your shoulder.
''S-Sylus⌠Luke and Kieran will be here anytime soon.''
You stutter nervously while his hands move to the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding beneath the fabric to find the soft skin of your stomach, a smirk forming on his lips. ''Don't worry about the twins, Sweetie. I've sent them off to pick something up for meâthey'll be busy for a while.''
Even though your pulse is racing with excitement, you set your glass back on the sideboard and turn around with a teasing smile, crossing your arms to appear nonchalant. ''Oh! So this is the surprise you mentioned earlier? I seeâŚ''
''No KittenâŚ'' Sylus replies with a smug grin, unfazed by your cheeky attitude. Even though you are pretending to be indifferent, your flushed face gives you away. With one swift move, he lifts your hips and places you on the sideboard, stepping between your thighs as he spreads them with his strong hands. ''...the surprise is yet to come.''
The red-eyed man leans closer, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss before hungerily sliding his tongue out, inviting himself into your mouth. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you willingly let him in and wrap your arms around his neck, returning his kiss passionatly.
Lost in the heat of the moment, you don't hear the front door being opened and steps echoing in the hallway, coming closerâŚ
''Boss, the address turned out to be wrong. We-''
You both startle and your heads swivel toward the voice when the door swings open and Luke and Kieran enter the living room, suddenly freezing in their movements as their eyes meet you and Sylus.
Obviously caught in a very intimate moment.
''O-Oh shit!! Boss?! MC??'' Kieran squeaks, while Luke throws his hands over his mask in an attempt to cover his eyes. Shrill screams echo through the huge villa, and Sylus raises an irritated eyebrow, unsure who's louderâthe twins or you!
Panicked, the young men try to escape the awkward situation by running off, but Kieran stumbles over a pouf, grabs Luke's arm, and causes both of them to trip and fall to the floor instead.
''Waaah, my eyes, my eeeyes!'' Luke whines, rubbing his hands frantically on his mask, while Kieran tries to gather himself from the floor, still paralyzed by embarrassment.
The twins feel like they just walked into their parents!
''Argh, enough now!'' Sylus snarls and pulls away from you, giving you space to quickly jump off the sideboard and hide behind his large form so you can fix your disheveled state. With a single motion of his hand, the twins are swiftly thrown out of the living room, the door slamming shut behind them with a loud bang.
''N-NooâŚ!'' You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, feeling the heat flood your cheeks.
Why didn't you lock the damn door?
''I'll never be able to face them again!'' You whine, wishing the ground would open up beneath you and swallow you whole.
Sylus lets out an amused huff and gently grips your wrists, pulling it away from your flushed face to look at you. ''I feel like the twins aren't any better, Kitten.''
The next morning, the twins are nowhere to be seen when you and Sylus have breakfast in the dining room. And even for the rest of your stay, there is no sign of them, anywhere.
Once you're back home, you find a small gift basket on your doorstep, filled with your favorite sweets, flowers, and plushies. As you approach, you catch a glimpse of two shadows hiding around the corner of your stairway, watching you closely from afar.
Pretending you didn't see them, you pick up the basket, fish for the note inside, and chuckle as you read it silently:
''Sorry MC! We won't tell anyone! Promise!
xoxo, Luke and Kieran
p.s.: Luke has serious questions about the 'sideboard moment' but don't worry, he's too embarrassed to ask.
p.p.s.: Next time, maybe a 'Do Not Disturb' sign?"
Thank you for reading!
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Please write one with Norris!reader. She is competing in the Olympics with pair ice skating. Her and her partner win gold. Lando who is sadly in a different country for a race watches the performance with the other drivers. Everyone, like really everyone, is so happy that she won and is celebrating. Proud older brother Lando
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
-xoxo babygirl đ
Golden
The bright lights of the stadium glinted off the ice, reflecting the high energy of the crowd as they waited for the final pair of skaters in the Olympic Pairs Free Skate competition: Y/N Norris and Thomas Liu. The audience had been buzzing for days about their challenging program, filled with complex lifts and intricate footwork. But while everyone in the packed arena held their breath in anticipation, there was someone thousands of miles away, nervously glued to a screen, who was probably even more tense than the crowd: Lando Norris.
Lando was in his race gear, sitting with a group of Formula 1 drivers in a hospitality suite that McLaren had set up for the race weekend. It was nearly midnight in this part of the world, but heâd made sure to arrange for a screen to be set up so he wouldnât miss a single moment of his sisterâs performance.
âMate, you look like youâre about to race right now,â Carlos said, nudging Lando with a grin.
âTell me about it,â Charles chimed in, laughing. âYouâre sweating more than before a qualifying lap.â
Landoâs foot tapped against the floor nervously as he adjusted his position. âGuys, you donât get it. Her program is⌠itâs insane. She and Thomas have been working on this routine for months, but itâs, like, terrifying. Thereâs this lift â he flips her over, mid-air â if it goes wrongâŚâ
Max Verstappen raised his eyebrows, giving Lando a supportive pat on the shoulder. âYouâve got to have a little faith, man. Sheâs been working toward this for years. Sheâll crush it.â
The feed cut to a shot of Y/N and Thomas taking their positions at center ice. Thomasâ hand reached out, giving Y/N a reassuring squeeze before the music started. Even from miles away, Lando could see the glimmer of determination in his sisterâs eyes.
The routine began, and almost instantly, Landoâs hand went up to his mouth, his face contorted in a mix of pride and pure anxiety.
Carlos nudged him again. âSheâs graceful out there, you know. Doesnât even look nervous.â
âYeah,â Lando replied, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. âShe makes it look easy, but itâs not. Not even close.â
The other drivers had gathered around as well, all offering quiet words of encouragement, their own faces tense as they watched. Even Lewis, who was typically the calm and collected one, had his arms crossed tightly, his eyes narrowed in concentration.
âSheâs incredible,â Oscar murmured, shaking his head. âI didnât know figure skating could be this intense.â
As the performance continued, Y/N and Thomas flawlessly executed their jumps and spins, moving in perfect sync, like two parts of a well-oiled machine. Then came the most challenging part of their program, the lift that Lando had mentioned.
Landoâs breath hitched as he leaned forward, gripping the edge of his seat. âHere it comes. This⌠this is it.â
Thomas skated backward, pulling Y/N into a complicated lift, where she twisted in mid-air before he caught her smoothly. For a moment, it looked like they might wobble, and Landoâs heart skipped a beat. But Y/N steadied herself and completed the maneuver with a look of pure confidence.
âYes!â Lando punched the air, his face lighting up with pure, unfiltered joy. The drivers around him erupted in applause, patting him on the back, some even whistling in admiration.
The performance ended with Y/N and Thomas holding their final pose, frozen on the ice as the audience rose to their feet, the entire stadium erupting into cheers. Landoâs eyes were wide, his expression one of astonishment and pride as the scores flashed across the screen.
Gold.
âShe did itâŚâ Lando whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âShe won gold. She actually won!â
The entire room broke out into celebration, with Charles and Carlos jumping around him, Max ruffling his hair, and Oscar giving him a quick, excited hug.
âYour sisterâs an Olympic champion, mate!â George exclaimed, grinning widely.
âI told you!â Landoâs voice was loud with pride as he looked around the room, practically glowing. âMy little sister just won gold. Do you all understand? Gold! Olympic gold!â
From across the room, Zak, who had been watching with a keen interest, raised a glass in Landoâs direction. âCongratulations, Lando. Quite the feat. Sheâs a Norris, after all.â
Lando laughed, his voice almost cracking as he replied, âThanks. I think Iâm more proud of her than Iâve ever been of anything.â
With a grin, Lando looked at the screen again, watching as Y/N and Thomas embraced each other on the ice, their eyes wet with happy tears as they took in the roaring applause of the crowd.
âDid I tell you guys sheâs been skating since she was three?â Lando was practically bouncing as he regaled the room with tales of his sisterâs determination. âSheâd get up at five every morning to practice. And sheâd never quit. Never.â
One of the F1 media team members overheard the conversation and couldnât resist joining in. âI think weâll need a press release from McLaren. âLando Norrisâ sister wins gold!ââ
âPlease do!â Lando laughed. âIâll shout it from the rooftops myself if you donât!â
The drivers laughed, and for the rest of the night, Lando didnât stop talking about Y/N. Every person he passed, from engineers to team staff, heâd proudly announce, âDid you hear? My sisterâs an Olympic champion!â
Carlos was laughing, shaking his head. âLando, I think youâve told everyone in the entire paddock at least three times already!â
âAnd Iâll tell them again!â Lando shot back, grinning ear to ear. âDid I mention? My little sisterâs got an Olympic gold medal!â
Back on the screen, the ceremony began. Y/N stood on the podium with Thomas, a gold medal hanging around her neck. When they lifted their medals to the sky, the drivers raised their drinks in a toast to her from miles away.
âTo Y/N Norris, Olympic champion!â they all cheered.
As the night went on, Landoâs pride didnât wane for even a moment. He went on and on, telling anyone who would listen about her dedication, her talent, her hard work. And as he finally made his way back to his room, Lando couldnât resist sending Y/N a message.
Lando: Y/N, I am the proudest brother in the world right now. I knew you could do it. Youâre incredible, you know that?
A few moments later, his phone buzzed with a reply.
Y/N: I had the best brother in the world cheering for me. Thanks, Lando.
Lando smiled, putting his phone away, a warm sense of pride flooding through him. In his mind, there was no race, no podium, no championship that could ever compare to the feeling he had at this very moment. His sister was an Olympic champion, and he wasâwithout a doubtâthe proudest big brother in the world.
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Spoiled - LN4
Pairing: Lando Norris x gn!reader
Word Count: 800+
Warning: making fun of the british (slightly), expired food
A/N: the idea popped into my head after watching max's stream a few days ago. Also i'm pretty sure its Lando's birthday already somewhere in europe!
F1 Masterlist / Masterlist
Some days you wondered how Lando was still alive. Never mind driving a rocket ship on wheels for living, no, it was because he decide to put anything in his body without a second thought. Despite spending millions on cars and watches and other material items he didn't give a second thought about something he needs to survive, food. You blamed it on him being british and the fact that they don't have anything good to eat. You knew about the sweet potato incident, even if it was before you knew him. Finding out he went and ate spoiled food again was enough to give you the ick and put your foot down.
The plan was simple. Buy new groceries, do some meal prep and clean out the fridge for Lando while he was playing Tarkov with his friends. He mentioned that he was going to play all day and that max was going to stream later on in the night. That gave you enough time to run to the store and cook some easy meals so you could surprise him with a full fridge.
After waking up early and sending a text to Lando that you were going to drop off something later tonight, you headed to the grocery store to pick up everything you needed. A bunch of fresh produce to meal prep and some snacks that can last on the shelf for a few months. With Lando's strict diet (or lack of there) you pulled out all the stops for a healthy and tasty meal.Â
As night time crept up you packed everything in bags and made your way over to his apartment. You got a notification that max started his stream a few ago so it was the perfect time to sneak in and fill his kitchen while dropping off some dinner. Any noise you made wouldn't be too out of the blue seeing as he knew you were coming and that you already had a key.Â
While entering the house you could already hear the screaming and weird random sounds coming out of your boyfriends gaming room. That should keep him distracted for awhile. First you started with cleaning and sterilizing his fridge. Doubt he didn't have much which is probably why he ate expired chicken, but one could never be too careful. Once that was over with you packed away all his food that should last for the week. Seeing the finished product brought a smile to your face. At least he was going to be eating good for the week.Â
Once his current raid ended you quietly made your way into the room being aware that his mic was on and that possibly a couple thousand fans could hear what could be said, even with this shit mic. When his door opened he saw you and an immediate smile was plastered on his face.Â
"Hey baby." He smiled taking off his headphones and motioning you to come by him.
"Hi. I just came to drop off dinner. Don't want to keep you long." You smiled placing the plastic bag on his desk before he pulled you onto his lap.
"It's okay, raid just ended and the mic is off. Stay for a few seconds."
"Alright. I made you my famous stir fry. There's another serving in the fridge for tomorrow." You said bringing out the food and fork setting it up for him.
"What would i do without you."
"Eat expired chicken."Â
"Haha i get it." He gave a fake laugh making a real one erupt from your throat.Â
"Yeah you seriously gave me the ick. This was going to be a surprise but i stocked up your fridge and did some meal prep. You just have to heat it up in the microwave, although i'm scared you'll even mess that up." You laughed at another joke your boyfriend seemed to be the butt of.Â
"Move in with me." All of the joking mood went out of the room as he looked at you with a serious almost pleading expression.Â
For you it came out of the blue. Sure you've been together for almost two years and you've spent a good portion out of the year traveling with him to races, but moving in together never crossed your mind. It seemed like the next logical thing in the relationship but neither of you brought the topic up till now.Â
"What?"
"Sorry, i was either going to blurt out that or marry me. I figure it's best to go in order." The words came out like it wasn't the most bizarre thing he could say in the moment.Â
"You're crazy."
"Yeah, for you. So what do you say?" How could you say no to that adorable smile.
"Well someone needs to keep you alive." a smile slowly crept upon your face liking the idea of seeing with him more and being closer to him. Also it would save you money, monaco wasn't cheap.Â
"Perfect." He said leaning in for a kiss before you pulled away.Â
"I'm not kissing you after you just ate expired chicken."Â Â
"That was yesterday!"Â
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im on my knees begging for jealous Simon headcanons đ§đťââď¸
The thing about Simon is, he really has no reason to get jealous when it comes to you, and he knows it
He knows there isnât anyone else who could make you smile so much your cheeks hurt, no one else who could make you laugh until you claim youâre going to pee your pants, no one else who could make you feel as good as he does, in oh so many ways, because you tell him so
You tell him that those same feelings of being loved, understood, appreciated, and wanted, those very feelings that you make him feel each and every day, he gives them back to you a thousand times over
He knows when you look in his eyes and tell him that you love him, that there isnât a doubt in your mind that he is the only one for you, and nothing or anyone could ever change that
Youâre as smitten with him as he is with you
Still though, Simon does have eyes
And while the logical part of his brain is telling him that heâs got no reason to be gritting his teeth and clenching his fists underneath the table, he canât help but grow more and more frustrated with the way Soap and Gaz continue to flirt shamelessly with you
To be fair, you had warned him that keeping your relationship a complete secret from everyone would likely result is moments where Simon would have to watch you get hit on, and simply have to grin and bear it
That didnât mean it was any easier, watching his only best mates try and work their charm on you, all while he sits at the same table and watches you roll your eyes at their advances
âAw, come on love, just one chance, sâall I ask for!â The handsome, young sergeant practically whines to you, cheeky grin plastered across his features as he tries in vain to convince you to let him take you out some time
âPfft, yeâd be nothinâ but a waste oâ her time, Garrick. We wouldnât even âave to to leave base for me to show ye a good time, bonnie.â The Scotsman winks at you, pointedly ignoring the way Gaz elbows him in the ribs at his comment
Throughout the entire exchange, Ghostâs gaze has never left your face, watching every time you scoff and roll your eyes at the menâs antics, reminding himself that youâre his, and he is yours, and the two sergeants are nothing more than pains in both of your asses
Finished with your pitiful meal from the dining hall, you stand from the table with your tray gathered in your hands, flipping your hair over one shoulder as you look towards the men trying to win your affection
âOnce again, gentleman,â you say to them, knowing that theyâre listening to your every word and watching your every move. âI donât fraternize with colleagues. At least not the Sergeants.â
The two men groan in feeble protest at the mention of their ranks, having heard this reasoning from you before
âAch, what if I get myself demoted, lass? I ken I could do that, easy!â Soap teases you, only kind of joking
âMmm, donât think thatâll work.â You reply, beginning to slowly walk away from the group, but not before glancing over you shoulder to lock eyes with Ghost and add, âYou might have to become a Lieutenant. Those are more my type.â
The two Sergeants are staring after you, slightly gobsmacked, while their Lieutenant hides an overly smug and satisfied grin beneath his mask, shielding the pride that spread through him at your words
âShite, sounds like you might âave a chance, LT.â Soap laughs, smacking Ghost across the shoulder in a playful gesture, thinking that the larger man would never actually pursue you, let alone sleep in your bed almost every night
Itâs a few weeks later when you and the rest of the 141 are all out for drinks at a nearby pub however, when Simon finds his instincts growing stronger than his insecurities
Because thatâs just it isnât it? Heâs not feeling insecure when he sees you walk towards the bar by yourself to order a new drink, at least a dozen pairs of eyes watching you weave through the crowd in hopes of making a move on you
Heâs not feeling insecure when he watches some tipsy idiot try and pretend heâs drunker than he really he is when he âaccidentallyâ bumps into you, apparently feeling the need to put his hands on you as he apologizes
Heâs not feeling insecure when he watches you shove the guy off, reading your lips he knows so well as you tell the guy youâre not interested, nor is he insecure when he knows the idiot wonât give up that easily, likely asking if youâre here alone before you point over to where the 141 have overtaken a booth in the back
No, he certainly isnât feeling insecure when he sees that the man never bothers glancing back to the table, still trying to land a hand on your body somewhere, when Simonâs instincts take over, rising from his seat without a word to the men who glance his way and ask where heâs going suddenly
Heâs acting on pure instinct as he stalks over to you, the crowd parting for his large frame to move by without hesitation, locking eyes with you just as he lands a massive skull gloved hand on the tosserâs shoulder, wringing him around to face him
Your would be admirer isnât feeling so confident now when heâs staring up at a 6â4â wall of muscle donned in all black apart from the white markings of his skull balaclava
If he were a more jealous man, Simon might take more time to admire the way you can practically hear this idiot gulp over the loud sounds of the music, the way his eyes bulge out of his head and how he looks nearly ready to piss himself on the spot
But your man knows who he is to you, and so instead he shoves the geezer away, turning to face you as one hand lifts up the bottom of his balaclava, just far enough to swoop down and meet your lips in a passionate tangle of tongue and teeth, tasting the alcohol on each otherâs breath and the desire in your systems, a kiss that says to everyone else watching, including the bewildered Captain and Sergeants gawking from across the room, that you are his and his alone
#this kind of turned into the opposite of jealous Simon didnât it#sorry anon I promise Iâll do a proper jealous Simon soon#just wanted to post something short and sweet tonight#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#cod simon ghost riley#cod simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty fanfic#call of duty#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#call of duty ghost#simon fluff#readwritealldayallnight#asks#anon ask
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I remember getting into a heated argument with him over this issue, actually. (Adding a cut because this went on longer than I intended)
I was struggling with a very condescending and belittling client for about five or so months and eventually what he (client) said got to me more than usual. I don't remember the exact comment, but it was something along the lines of "you force yourself to be perfect and yet you're never good enough." Needless to say, I was pretty devastated.
So anyway, I went to Lambad's, probably gave myself liver problems during the... four hours I was there, I think? Per usual, Lambad had to call Alhaitham to come pick me up because according to him I had drank so much I was talking to the chair across from me thinking it was Cyno. Why him, I don't know. Maybe because it was around that time that he was, contrary to popular belief, the first person in our friend group to figure out that I had a massive crush on him (I hate using such childish terms, though.)
I woke up the next afternoon with a searing hangover, and if anyone knows me, they know I get really, really cranky when I'm like that. I walked over to my desk and... this is embarrassing, but I threw everything off the desk in a fit of rage directed at the client, my inability to please clients, and myself. Haitham walked in thinking I had fallen out of bed and instead saw me breaking down. The conversation went something like this:
Him, standing in the doorway: "So, are you still drunk, or are you just unable to control your emotions even when sober?"
Me, sitting at the now-empty desk with head in hands: "Shut up. What does it matter to you, anyway?"
đą: "Because one, you interrupted my downtime. Two, I heard your tantrum through my soundproof earpieces. And three, I had to see if I needed to have you pay for damages to the house."
đď¸: "Oh, boohoo. All you ever have to worry about is money this, annoyance that." (Why did I ever say that?)
đą: "As if your career isn't drawing boxes and lines. You're the most famous architect in Sumeru yet you don't own your own home. How sad."
Then, for some stupid reason, I threw a pen at him and yelled, "You have no idea how hard I work every single day and every single night just trying to make the clients happy. But no, they go and tell me no matter how hard I work, I'll never be good enough! Then there's you, who makes a huge salary without ever hardly moving from your desk! So of course I'm angry. Of course I'm going to let it slip!"
đą: "Well, do you believe them?"
đď¸: "What do you think?!"
I don't remember what he said after that, I just slammed the door and left. Then it started raining hard and he pretty much dragged me home. I asked why he even cared, and he said to use my brain. ("...or are you that dense?") Those were pretty much the conclusions I came to, except for the one about my father. @ags-haitham You did what?! /lh
He probably meant what he said in the best way, though. Either way, I'd rather have petty arguments like this than be without him at all.
"but what does he REALLY want with me?" my brooo, kaveh, Alhaitham does care about you just trust me, i'm the bedside lamp đ
inspired by daikyto9
#i cancelled the commission after he said that#but kept the money#investments and advance payments and whatnot#it would have been a hassle to go through refunding him#and i deserved that much at least i think
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fixation
You have an oral fixation, and Joel is more than happy to keep your mouth busy.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, oral fixation (f!reader), oral (male receiving), finger-sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, established relationship, consensual dynamic, playful possessiveness, casual intimacy, semi-public setting, reader canât keep her mouth off of Joelâs cock (I get it) 6k.
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It had been about 11 months since you and Joel started seeing each other, and every day with him felt like a quiet discovery, learning things about each other that made each moment feel richer.
But there was something you hadnât quite figured out how to bring up yetâa part of you that you werenât sure how heâd respond to. Yet, in his presence, the need always seemed to flare up, subtle but persistent, tugging at you like a habit you couldnât quite ignore.
One evening, you were curled up together on his couch, the night warm and quiet, and youâd been a little fidgety, your mind distracted, wondering if heâd picked up on your subtle hints.
His hand rested easily on your thigh, his thumb tracing soft, absent-minded circles over your jeans, grounding you in the moment.
âHey,â he murmured, his voice low and gentle, breaking the comfortable silence as he glanced over at you, his eyes soft but observant.
âYouâve been a little⌠antsy tonight.â He tilted his head, watching you carefully with that warm, reassuring smile of his. âWhatâs goinâ on in that pretty head of yours, huh?â
You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up as you avoided his gaze, feeling that familiar warmth creeping in, making you both nervous and a little thrilled.
His hand squeezed your thigh just slightly, his fingers gentle, urging you to look up.
âBaby,â he said, his voice a mix of patience and curiosity, âyou know you can tell me anything, right? If thereâs somethinâ you want, or⌠need?â
He trailed off, his gaze lingering on your mouth, a knowing smile beginning to form.
You swallowed, feeling the warmth in your face intensify as his words sank in, and finally, you gave him a small nod, glancing up at him shyly.
Your lips parted slightly, but the words felt stuck, tangled up in the way he was looking at you, his gaze warm and inviting.
A quiet laugh slipped past his lips as he brushed a thumb over your bottom lip, his voice dropping to that rough, soft tone that always seemed to send a shiver through you.
âGot a feeling I know whatâs been on your mind,â he murmured, his hand moving up to cradle your cheek as he leaned in closer.
âYou got a little fixation, donât ya?â he whispered, his tone playful but warm, his eyes glinting with quiet confidence.
Your heart raced, and you gave a small, embarrassed nod, your gaze dropping to his chest as you felt the words tumble out in a near whisper.
âI⌠I just like having⌠something to keep me busy,â you admitted, your voice soft, almost shy.
Still brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes sparking with that familiar glint.
âNeed somethinâ to keep that pretty mouth busy, huh?â he murmured, his voice soft and rough as his thumb lingered, his hand steady on your face.
âShouldâve known,â he said with a grin, his gaze dropping down to your mouth. âCome here.â
His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer with a gentle yet confident touch.
As you leaned in, you saw the soft amusement in his eyes, the way his expression held a subtle, reassuring warmth.
You parted your lips, shy but eager, letting his thumb slip between them, and he watched, his gaze intense but filled with that easy confidence that always seemed to make you feel safe with him.
"Thatâs it, baby," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your tongue as he watched, clearly enjoying your reaction.
"Didnât need to be shy about it⌠any time you need this, you just come to me, alright?"
Your cheeks flushed, but you couldnât help the smile tugging at your lips as his thumb brushed your lower lip, his other hand steady on your waist.
It felt like a quiet promise, a comfortable acceptance that brought you even closer, and you felt your lingering hesitation melting away as he held you there, happy to give you exactly what youâd been craving.
âI donât mind one bit,â he whispered, his thumb still in your mouth, feeling your soft, tentative sucking as he gently pulled you closer.
Joelâs eyes softened, his voice was low, roughened with curiosity and a touch of arousement as he asked, âIs this whatâs been on your mind, babygirl? Just my fingers?â
His question lingered in the air, his tone hinting at more as he kept his gaze steady on yours, letting the words sink in.
He watched the way your cheeks flushed deeper, and he let out a quiet chuckle, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth as he murmured, âOr was it somethinâ else you were thinkinâ about?â
Your heart raced, his hint unmistakable, but there was something about the warmth in his gaze and the steady grip of his hand that put you completely at ease.
The words felt caught in your throat, but Joel waited, letting his thumb slip out of your mouth, his hand settling under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his. âI can make sure you get exactly what you need⌠all you have to do is ask.â
He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head.
His voice softened, a quiet encouragement. âWhatever you want, Iâm here, sweet bug.â
Joelâs thumb brushed over your lip again, encouraging as he kept his gaze steady, patient, letting you find the words.
Your cheeks warmed, but the way he was looking at youâreassuring, warm, without a hint of judgmentâmade it easier to open up.
âI just⌠feel calmer when Iâm, you know, sucking on something,â you began, your voice quiet, a little shy.
âSomething solid. Itâs like⌠I like the weight of it in my mouth.â You paused, catching your breath, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and relief as you finally said it out loud. âI donât know why, but itâs⌠comforting.â
Joel listened closely, nodding as his thumb traced a gentle line along your jaw. His smile softened, and he murmured, âI figured, pretty one⌠I could see it.â
He tilted his head, watching you with a look of gentle understanding that helped ease the lingering embarrassment. âWere you embarrassed to tell me?â
You hesitated, giving him a small, shy nod. He chuckled softly, a low, comforting sound that settled any lingering nerves.
âCanât say I havenât noticed,â he murmured, his voice low and a little rough, as he looked down at you. âThe way you linger, like you canât let go of my cock once youâve got your mouth on it⌠like youâre not quite done with me.â
Your cheeks flushed, and quiet laughs slipped out of the both of you.
He tilted your chin up, his gaze softening, still playful but carrying a deeper warmth. âYou like the weight of it, hm?â he asked gently, a thumb tracing the corner of your mouth. âFeels good for you, yeah?â
You gave a small, shy nod, meeting his gaze as your pulse quickened.
He leaned closer, his tone a gentle murmur as he continued, âDarlinâ, anytime you need thatâanytime you want me, you come to me. Iâll be more than happy to help you calm down.â
With that, he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, his hand still cradling your face, his words sinking in as he held you there, his touch reassuring, making it clear he was there for you, always.
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It had become a quiet ritual between you and Joel ever since that nightâone where he was more than happy to help you find comfort whenever you needed it.
At first, it was just his fingers. When youâd feel the dayâs tension creeping up, heâd let you settle close, slipping his fingers between your lips as he watched you, warm and intent.
The gentle weight, the grounding feel of his hand against your jaw as he let you draw his fingers in, helped you feel calm in a way that words couldnât quite reach.
Joel noticed it too, the way youâd relax under his touch, how youâd quietly seek him out and never let go until you were completely at ease.
Tonight, though, you found yourself wanting more. It had been a long and hard day, one that left you feeling edgy, and his fingers alone werenât enough.
As you walked into the living room, you found him on the couch, relaxed with his arm draped across the back, his other hand resting on his thigh.
The sight of him there, so grounded and steady, instantly soothed something in you.
He noticed you right away, his gaze softening as you approached, catching the fidgeting in your hands.
âHello there, pretty girl,â he greeted, his voice warm, with that touch of curiosity he always had when he knew you needed him. âNeed anything?â
You didnât say anything, instead sinking to your knees in front of him, your gaze falling to his lap before meeting his eyes again.
Joelâs brow lifted slightly, his expression soft but knowing, his lips curling into a small smile as he reached down, fingers brushing over your cheek.
âHad a rough day, huh?â he murmured, his tone low, patient as his hand moved to cradle your jaw.
His thumb traced along your bottom lip, holding you there gently, his eyes darkening with quiet understanding.
âIs this what youâve been needing?â he asked, his voice a quiet rumble, letting his fingers linger at your lips, already familiar with the comfort it brought you.
But you shook your head slightly, looking up at him with that same shy glance, your gaze flickering down as you hesitated, unsure how to ask for what you really needed.
Joelâs gaze held steady, his thumb brushing over your lip as he read your expression, his voice dropping to a low murmur. âOr maybe⌠you want a little more than that?â
You felt your cheeks flush, but the look in his eyes made the words come easier. You glanced up, giving him a small nod as your hands settled on his knees, silently asking for permission, for more.
Joelâs thumb brushed over your lip, and he chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to meet yours. âIs that what youâve been needing?â he murmured, his voice low, rich with amusement. âMy cock⌠to make you calm?â
The words sent a thrill through you, and he watched as you nodded, barely able to meet his gaze, your cheeks warm. âYes... please,â you whispered quietly.
Joel tilted his head slightly, his hand guiding your chin so you couldnât look away.
âNo need to be shy with me, darlinâ,â he continued, his voice a quiet, steady invitation. âIf thatâs what you need, Iâll give it to you. Always.â
Joel leaned back slightly, the soft lighting casting shadows across his strong features, highlighting the rugged lines of his face and the warm, steady gleam in his dark eyes.
He watched you closely, his gaze never faltering as you settled in closer, his broad chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths, grounding you with his steady presence.
A subtle smile played at the corner of his mouth as his hand settled over yours, guiding you with a gentle but firm touch.
His fingers brushed your jaw, coaxing you to look up at him as he murmured, âGo ahead, sweetheart⌠take what you need.â
Your fingers brushed over the outline of his cock, feeling him hardening beneath your touch, his quiet, restrained breaths signaling his anticipation.
His gaze darkened, his eyes holding a mix of warmth and intensity as he watched you, his lips parting slightly as you felt his cock pulse beneath your hand.
âJust like that,â he whispered, his voice deep, a touch of approval in his tone as his other hand cupped the back of your neck, his thumb brushing soft, grounding circles there.
His touch, his steady gaze, everything about him filled you with a quiet confidence as he murmured, âYouâre doinâ perfect, darlinâ⌠donât stop.â
His voice, low and calming, was a quiet invitation, full of the easy confidence that you found so comforting.
âGo on, pretty girl,â he murmured, his eyes holding yours.
You tugged his jeans down just enough, freeing him from the fabric, and your breath hitched as you took him in.
His cock was thick and slightly curved, already hard and flushed with arousal, the tip a deep, needy pink that glistened faintly, inviting. Dark, neatly kept curls surrounded his base, a subtle, masculine scent rising from him, earthy and undeniably him.
His hand moved at the back of your neck, thumb grazing lightly against your skin, steadying you as you leaned in.
His voice, low and gravelly, sent a shiver through you as he murmured, âMy sweet girl... Lookinâ so good with your mouth just inches from me. Can see you want it⌠donât hold back.â
His words dripped with quiet command, tinged with that deep warmth that made you feel secure yet set your nerves alight with anticipation.
You opened your mouth, your tongue trailing along the underside of his length, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him.
The heat, the weight of his cock, filled you with a heady calm, grounding you in the sensation. Joelâs hand tightened ever so slightly on your neck, his other hand resting on his thigh, fingers curling as he watched you take him inch by inch.
âThatâs my girl,â he groaned, his voice dark and warm, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you.
âLook at you, takinâ all of me like that, slow and easy. Your lips⌠they look so damn good wrapped around me, sweet one.â His tone was full of approval, deep and rich, letting you know how much he was enjoying this, letting you settle into the moment.
You began to move your mouth over him, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, savoring every ridge and vein.
The faint sheen of your saliva coated him, catching the light, and his cock looked even more inviting, glistening and hard, throbbing slightly in response to your touch.
Joel let out a low, pleased hum, his hand stroking your cheek, encouraging you as you took him deeper.
âGod, baby, good job,â he murmured, his tone thick with admiration. âSo sweet and focused⌠like you were made for this.â
His fingers trailed through your hair, gentle but firm, guiding you without any hint of impatience. âGettinâ every inch, nice and slow⌠takinâ your time just like I like.â
Your mouth tightened around him, feeling his cock twitch as you took him deeper, letting the weight of him press down on your tongue, grounding you, calming you in a way that nothing else could.
His scent, his warmth, his quiet, filthy praiseâeverything about this moment soothed you, made you feel safe, yet utterly alive.
âYou love how it feels, yeah, baby?â Joelâs voice was a low rasp, and his words spurred you on, made you feel bolder. âThe weight of me, how thick I am in that pretty mouth of yours. Tellinâ you, sweetheart⌠thereâs nothinâ I like more than watchinâ you get lost right here.â
You could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through his cock, and it made you shiver.
His hand moved from your hair to your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over the corner of your mouth as he watched you, eyes dark, lips parted in quiet approval.
He tilted his head, studying you with that intense, appreciative gaze that always made you feel seen, adored.
âYou keep that mouth workinâ as long as you need, baby,â he murmured, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. âLong as you want, itâs all yours. Just⌠fuck, yeah, just like that.â
The praise made you feel a rush of warmth, and you took him deeper, letting him feel your eagerness, your need.
His cock pulsed against your tongue, and you savored the feel of him as his fingers stayed steady at your neck, grounding you with his warmth and strength.
âFeelinâ better already?â he asked, his voice gentle, his tone rough with desire.
His hand traced down your jaw, thumb pressing lightly at your lip, pulling it down so he could see himself disappear into your mouth. âLook at that, darlinâ... look at you, takinâ me so well. Such a good girl, lettinâ me calm you down just like this.â
You hummed softly around him, the vibration making his fingers tighten slightly on the back of your neck.
His breathing grew deeper, more ragged, but he kept his touch soft, steady, letting you take the lead, letting you have what you needed. âThatâs it, baby⌠donât rush, just keep me right there. Slow and steady,â he whispered, his voice low and dark, every word soothing yet making your pulse quicken.
His hand stayed firm as he leaned back slightly, allowing you to settle comfortably as you continued to savor him, tasting, exploring, letting his words and his touch fill you with warmth and calm.
Every brush of his thumb, every murmur of approval, grounded you deeper, letting you lose yourself completely in him, in the simple, comforting weight of him on your tongue, a connection that was yours and his alone.
You relaxed deeper, each slow movement of your mouth deliberate, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his thick, flushed cock filling you, grounding you.
Joelâs hand stayed steady at the back of your neck, fingers pressing just enough to let you know he was there, a solid presence holding you close.
âBabygirl, look at you,â he murmured, his voice a husky rasp that made your pulse quicken, each filthy word dripping with pride.
âMy perfect little thing, workinâ so hard⌠always giving it your all. Just needed somethinâ to fill that pretty mouth, didnât ya?â
His fingers tangled in your hair, a gentle but possessive touch that sent a thrill through you. âThatâs what Iâm here for, baby. You look so damn good like this, takinâ me slow.â
Your cheeks flushed, feeling yourself sink into his words, every filthy murmur making you crave more, making you want to show him just how much you needed this.
You let your tongue swirl around the head of his cock, tasting him, savoring the salty heat, feeling him twitch under your attention.
He let out a low groan, his other hand moving to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he watched you, dark eyes heavy with desire.
âGod, baby, youâre too good at this,â he muttered, voice dipping lower, dripping with arousal.
âSo focused, takinâ me so good, like you were made for it. Seeinâ those lips stretchinâ around me, so damn eager. Look at you⌠got me hard as a rock, and youâre takinâ your time, just workinâ every inch.â
His hips shifted, barely a nudge forward, just enough to let you feel his need, but he held back, letting you control the pace.
âBet youâd stay right here all night if possible,â he chuckled, the sound rich and dirty. âYouâd just keep suckinâ, hm? Letting that pretty mouth of yours get all messy for me.â
You felt his cock pulse, a heavy, throbbing weight on your tongue as he watched you, his breathing roughening as he sank further into the sensation.
His grip on your neck tightened just slightly, his control slipping as he saw how lost you were, how you kept at it with such gentle, focused attention.
âLove how youâre suckinâ my cock for me, baby⌠so fuckinâ devoted. Just lettinâ me fill that mouth, takinâ me all the way. Itâs like you canât get enough, huh? Just keepinâ me right there, like youâd never let go.â
His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, and he bit his lip, feeling his own need taking over as he tried to hold back, not wanting to pull you from the calm, submissive state youâd found.
But with each slow, wet stroke of your mouth, each deliberate pull of your lips around him, he felt himself teetering closer to the edge, and a quiet, breathless laugh escaped him as he leaned down, his hand cradling your face.
âBaby, Iâm sorry,â he murmured, voice thick with both regret and need, âbut youâre too damn good⌠I canât hold back any longer. Iâm gonna cum.â
His thumb pressed against your cheek, feeling the fullness of his cock in your mouth as he whispered, âHate to take this from you, but I want you to swallow every drop, every bit of me⌠youâve earned it, good job.â
He let out a deep, guttural groan as he came, his cock twitching in slow, heavy pulses against your tongue, spilling into your mouth as he held you close, his grip tightening just enough to anchor you, keep you steady as he filled you.
His other hand brushed over your cheek, thumb stroking the corner of your mouth, watching with dark, hooded eyes as you swallowed everything he gave, his voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur.
âGod, look at you, darlinâ⌠swallowinâ every fuckinâ drop like the good girl you are. So perfect, so fuckinâ perfect. Just lettinâ me use that sweet mouth, keepinâ me close.â His thumb lingered at your lips, his voice warm, affectionate as he whispered, âYouâre exactly where you belong, sweetheart⌠right here, with me.â
He stayed there, holding you, his voice softening as he praised you, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your cheek, grounding you as you both came down, feeling safe, cherished, and completely at peace in the warmth of his touch.
As you eased back, Joelâs hand remained at the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gentle, soothing circles, and he looked down, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he took in the calm, relaxed look on your face.
You were utterly at peace, your eyes heavy-lidded, a faint, satisfied smile on your lips as you looked up at him, the tension youâd been carrying all day melting away.
âGood girl,â he murmured, voice rich with warmth and pride, his hand steady as he helped you rise.
âMy perfect girl, you did so well,â he whispered, pulling you up to settle you against his chest, cradling you close as his hands drifted to rub soft circles on your back.
He could feel how completely at ease you were, the deep calm radiating off you as you leaned into him, feeling safe, cherished, like youâd found exactly what you needed.
You let out a quiet, sleepy murmur, snuggling into his warmth, your cheek resting against his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice soft and full of gratitude, the words barely audible as you let yourself sink into his embrace.
Joelâs chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he held you, one hand moving up to brush through your hair, his fingers gentle, comforting.
âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
âSo calm now⌠my sweet girl, lettinâ herself relax.â He could see the sleepiness in your eyes, the way your breathing had slowed, your body completely soft in his arms.
He tucked you closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand never stopping its gentle, grounding strokes along your back.
âYou can rest now, baby,â he whispered, his tone full of care as he continued to hold you, letting you know he was right there. âYouâre safe with me⌠just close those eyes. Iâve got you.â
You melted further against him, your body fully relaxed, your breathing deep and even, your face tucked against his neck, perfectly content and utterly calm in his embrace.
He felt you drift closer to sleep, your soft breaths warm against his skin, and he tightened his hold, letting you find that final bit of peace, held close and cherished in his arms, exactly where you belonged.
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Over time, it became second nature, a quiet ritual between you and Joel.
The comfort you found in each other had only deepened, making those moments when you had him in your mouth feel easy, almost instinctual.
There were mornings when he'd sit on the edge of the bed, tousled hair and a sleepy smirk, and youâd settle between his thighs, taking him slowly as the sun crept through the blinds, warming the room as he murmured sleepy praise, his hand steady in your hair.
Or lazy afternoons, when you'd both wind down on the couch, and he'd reach over, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder, just to let you know he was there, that he understood what you needed.
Sometimes, even in the middle of the night, he'd feel you shift closer, your warm breath against his skin, and heâd know exactly what you needed without a single word exchanged.
Heâd guide you under the sheets, his voice a low, sleepy rumble as he whispered, âGo on, darlinâ, take what you need,â his tone gentle, reassuring as he let you lose yourself, knowing how much it helped you relax, how much you needed him in those quiet hours.
And then, there were moments just like nowâcalm and casual, like you were simply sharing another part of your day together.
Joel stood at the stove, his back turned slightly as he tended to a simmering pan, cooking up something simple for dinner before a friend came over.
His shoulders were broad and relaxed, his stance easy, completely at home in his space.
You were on your knees - his hard cock in your mouth, your lips wrapped around him, taking him slowly, almost like an afterthought, as if this were as natural as holding his hand or sharing a quiet drink together.
The kitchen filled with familiar soundsâthe soft sizzle of the pan, the clink of the spatula, Joelâs steady breaths mingling with yours.
His free hand occasionally drifted to your hair, brushing over it with gentle fingers, not guiding but simply acknowledging you there.
Every now and then, his hand would graze over your cheek, tracing a soft line along your jaw as he continued to stir the food, keeping his focus on both you and the task in front of him with that calm confidence that made you feel secure.
He glanced down at you with a smirk, his eyes warm with that casual affection, the amusement clear on his face as he took in the sight of you.
âLook at you, baby,â he murmured, his voice low and playful.
âCanât keep away, even while Iâm tryinâ to get dinner on the stove.â He chuckled, running a thumb along your jawline, his tone casual and amused. âBut hell, canât say I mind one bit.â
His hand returned to the pan, stirring with a practiced ease, completely unfazed as you continued to take him deeper, your lips sliding over his length with a slow, familiar rhythm that felt grounding, comforting.
You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, but his breath remained steady, his voice calm as he casually carried on.
He kept stirring the pan, flipping the food, but you noticed how his fingers tightened on the spatula, his calm demeanor wavering ever so slightly as his eyes lingered on you a moment longer.
His hand drifted back to your hair, gripping a little firmer this time, letting his thumb brush over your cheek as he took in the sight of you, your cheeks hollowing as you pulled him in deeper.
âThatâs it⌠good girl,â he whispered, his voice dipping lower, rougher.
âAlways so eager to get me in that pretty mouth of yours, no matter what weâre doinâ. you just canât get enough.â
He chuckled, shaking his head in admiration as he went back to the stove, still casual, as if it were perfectly natural for you to be on your knees, sucking him off while he cooked.
You felt your own excitement building, a warmth settling over you as his words sank in, his easy praise making you feel cherished and bold.
As Joel continued cooking, your pace grew a little faster, your mouth working over him with that same familiar, comforting rhythm, but now you could feel his cock twitching, thick and heavy against your tongue.
He glanced down with a small smirk, clearly enjoying the way you seemed to lose yourself, the casual intimacy of it making him feel grounded, completely at ease.
Just then, the doorbell rang, echoing through the quiet kitchen.
Joel paused, casting a quick glance at the door before looking down at you with that calm, teasing expression, his fingers stroking through your hair.
âWell, guess Paulâs here,â he murmured, his voice low and amused, as if the idea of his friend arriving right now only added to his pleasure. âMind hurryinâ it up, darlinâ?â
You looked up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, feeling a surge of need as his gaze held steady on yours.
The doorbell rang again, and you gripped his thighs tighter, pressing in, whispering in a low, urgent tone, âPlease, baby⌠fuck my mouth. I need you to cum. right now.â
A low groan escaped him, his amusement giving way to a darker need as he held your head in place, his fingers tightening in your hair.
âWell, since youâre askinâ so nice, baby,â he murmured, his tone dropping, filled with pride and pleasure as he looked down at you. âGuess I canât keep you waiting, can I?â
With a steady hand, he guided your head, his hips beginning to rock gently, then harder, each slow thrust filling your mouth with a deep, satisfying pressure that made you feel grounded, completely in tune with him.
His hips rocked forward, his hand guiding your head to take him as deep as possible, his voice breaking into low, filthy groans.
âThatâs it⌠just like that. God, youâre a perfect little thing⌠lettinâ me use you, lettinâ me fill that pretty mouth like youâre starvinâ for it.â
His breaths grew more ragged, his cock pulsing with each movement as he picked up the pace, letting himself go, his fingers digging into your hair as he held you steady.
âJust like that,â he groaned, his voice thick with need, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper. âYou want my cum, donât you, sweetheart? Just need to feel me fillinâ that pretty mouth of yours.â
You hummed in response, the vibration making him gasp, his cock throbbing. Joelâs breaths grew heavy, his control slipping, and you could feel him getting closer, his words now a strained murmur.
âAlmost there, sweetheart⌠just a bit more. Need you to swallow every bit for me.â
With one final thrust, he let go, his cock pulsing as he spilled into your mouth, warm and thick, his groans deep and satisfied as he watched you take everything he gave.
His thumb brushed over your jaw as you swallowed, his gaze filled with a mix of pride and possessiveness. âThatâs my good girl,â he whispered, his voice rough as he held you close.
Just as you both caught your breath, the doorbell rang again. Joel smirked, helping you up and wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb before pulling you into a quick, reassuring kiss.
He glanced at the door, chuckling. âBetter let Paul in. Donât want him thinkinâ we forgot about him.â
He straightened up, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he went back to the stove, leaving you flushed, fulfilled, and feeling like you were exactly where you needed to be.
You straightened up, catching your reflection in the hallway mirror and smoothing your hair, feeling both satisfied and a little flushed.
You opened the door to see Paul standing there
âHey, Paul,â you greeted, trying to keep your tone light and casual, though you could feel Joelâs gaze burning into you from behind, clearly amused.
Paul stepped inside, glancing between the two of you with a smile. âTook you both long enoughâI almost left again.â
Joel strolled over, leaning casually with that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. âWell,â he drawled, his eyes glinting as they met yours, âguess I finished up just in time.â
Your cheeks flushed as Joelâs smirk lingered, a private joke hanging thick in the air, while Paul remained blissfully oblivious.
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Iâve only had your baker! simon for one day and I already know that I would cause mass destruction if something happened to him đ no but seriously such a cute and fun read I loved it thank you so much for sharing!
He is my BABY and I am obsessed <3
Part 2 of this!
Warnings: Simon is healing đ¤ Fem!Reader.
Simonâs heart skips a beat. Itâs a scam, itâs got to be. No way such a pretty woman would dare talk to him, business move or not. Although, the more he looks through your profile and sees the amount of posts youâre tagged in, itâs easy to conclude that you are, in fact, real. Regardless, heâs still wary as he finally begins typing out a response.
â No charge? Sounds too good to be true. Whatâs the catch?
Maybe a little harsh, but heyâcan never be too careful nowadays. If thereâs one thing the military instilled in him, itâs to trust nobody. Simon flops down onto his couch, fingers anxiously tapping along his knee as he watches you type, the ellipses disappearing and reappearing again. He wonders if youâre just as nervous as he is, but if that were the case, surely you wouldnât have contacted him first.
â No catch, I promise! No offense, itâs just that your pictures are a little grainy and I donât believe they act as a great showcase for your talent. Really, I just want to show you how pretty your treats can look on camera!
Simon sucks his teeth stubbornly. He knows his pictures arenât the best, but fucking hell, must everybody point it out? Heâs about to type a scathing response and block you, but another message pops up beneath your previous one.
â Please, just a chance. Weâre in the same area, so I can just come to you, wherever you want me.
A heavy sigh escapes the big man. His therapist has been telling him heâs too uptight, suggesting that he should balance out his peace by stepping out of his comfort zone once in a while. Besides, whenâs the last time a sweet girl has given him the light of day? Heâd be a fool to pass up this opportunity. Simon pinches the crooked bridge of his nose, trying to talk some sense into himself. Itâs not like itâs a date, simply just two businesses helping each other out. If it doesnât work, he never has to see you again.
Yeah, that sounds good. If everything goes up in flames, he can simply block you and move on with his life, continuing to post shitty pictures of his desserts. His thumbs twitch before tapping the screen once again.
â Youâve beat it out of me. When are you available?
Your response comes faster than he can blink.
â Saturday?
Two days. That gives him plenty of time to prepare (and maybe get Price to order an extensive background check on you). Simon can do that, no problem.
â I can be ready for you by about half 11.
Ready for you? Fucksâ sake, what is this? Sheâs not a bloody prostitute.
â That sounds good! Just send me your address day of. Iâm looking forward to it!! :)
Simon smiles. Simon smiles, and he doesnât even realize it. If he did, he would fix it immediatelyâbut he doesnât. Instead thereâs a pep in his step when he stands from the couch, grabbing his journal and scribbling down his thoughts and ideas for what heâll make on Saturday. His therapist will be proud.
Simon allows himself to be proud as well.
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The House Of Piastri : ĚĚâ Oscar Piastri
summary: the one where you and oscar move into a place that you can finally call your own
âWelcome to the house of Piastri!â Oscar chimed, turning the key and opening up the place that was finally yours. âOur very first home,â Oscar grinned, throwing his arm across your shoulders, pulling you in.Â
It was far from perfect, there were moving boxes everywhere, little decoration, and many of the rooms were uncoordinated, but it was your place. Just for you and Oscar. There was no one else around, nothing to interrupt you both anymore.Â
âWhere do we begin?â You laughed, pressing your fingers to your temple. âWhat have we signed ourselves up for?â You asked Oscar, glancing across at him. His smile was wide, a lot more optimistic than you were at the adventure that you had ahead of you.Â
When Oscar suggested the two of you think about finding your own place after moving to Monaco, you jumped at the chance. It was a big deal for you both, having only ever lived separately before, but after leaving home in order to support Oscar, you knew you couldnât be alone.Â
âDoesnât it just feel right though?â Oscar whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âI can already see how amazing itâs going to look, even if it doesnât look that way right now.âÂ
Your head nodded in agreement with Oscar, no doubt that it was a place youâd feel happy calling your home. You and Oscar had so many plans, youâd spent hours awake at night talking through your ideas, searching online for some inspiration of what youâd like.Â
âThe view is beautiful too,â you hummed, taking a few steps forward across the room to where your balcony was. âI donât think Iâll tire of looking out here, itâs beautiful.âÂ
âAlmost as beautiful as you,â Oscar chimed, watching as your eyes rolled. âWhat? Iâm only being honest; it doesnât quite compare to you.âÂ
Oscar took your hand again, leading you across to where the sofa was just beside the balcony. You sat against his side, back pressed against his chest as Oscar rested his head on top of yours. It was about the only piece of furniture that you had built and ready to go, having taken most of the day to get it delivered and set up, but it left you both excited for all the hard work that was to come. Â
It felt like a dream as you looked around the apartment, neither you or Oscar could quite believe that you were finally there, after months of planning and waiting around.Â
âImagine how beautiful this is going to be soon,â Oscar whispered into your ear, âI can see us spending forever here, growing old, maybe even raising a family too.âÂ
Your eyes widened as Oscar spoke, not quite knowing what to say. He felt your body tense up, worried that maybe heâd said the wrong thing, got too ahead of himself in amongst all of the excitement of moving in.Â
Oscar mumbled an apology across to you. âI didnât mean to say that, itâs just a maybe one day kind of thing. I guess Iâm just excited for the future now that weâre finally here.âÂ
It wasnât that you were scared, but youâd never really heard Oscar talk about your future plans before. You were both so young, and had so much time ahead of you, although you knew most of your time now was going to be spent building, decorating, and trying to get your home look a little more homely. Â
âDonât be sorry,â you smiled up at Oscar, âthereâs no need to be sorry. I like that youâre thinking about these sorts of things. Forever is a long time though; we donât know where the future is going to take us.âÂ
âIâd live anywhere as long as I had you with me,â Oscar mused, âIâd live in a rubbish bin as long as you were there, even if you would end up smelling a bit.âÂ
âMoving in has really got you thinking about things, hasnât it?âÂ
Oscar nodded, kissing against the top of your head. âI guess moving in with you has made me so happy, Iâm just excited now for whatâs going to come next.âÂ
âIâll give you a clue...a heck of a lot of painting,â you teased.Â
It was going to take many hours to get the apartment as you wanted it, but you and Oscar knew that together youâd get it done. You didnât want the easy option when it came to finding your home, but even this was a harder challenge than either of you could imagine.Â
âThink about all the memories that weâre going to make here,â Oscar spoke, âweâll be able to have friends over, family can stay when they visit, and just stay here together too.âÂ
It was a big move, not only had you found a new city, but youâd found a new country too. Luckily for you, many of the other drivers who were already out there had been more than willing to help you out, offering their services whenever you needed them.Â
âI think once weâre unpacked and decorated, Iâll feel happier, your mum would be mortified if she knew we were living here with the state of this place right now,â you replied.Â
âShe canât wait to visit,â Oscar laughed, âI think she might be more excited than us about this.âÂ
Everyone around you couldnât wait to see you move in together, you were inseparable at the best of times and it was only a matter of time. Your parents, and Oscarâs, especially had pushed you to move in, desperate to see you in a place you could call your own.Â
âItâs going to be crazy, but thereâs no one else Iâd like to move in with and decorate my first home alongside.âÂ
Your head nodded in agreement with Oscar, as terrifying as it was, you were beyond excited too. Your vision was clear, and one thing you were absolutely confident of was the fact that you were absolutely going to love living there, especially with Oscar there too.Â
âYou know, when all of this is done, weâll be able to sit here and think about how lucky we are.âÂ
Your head tilted back to look up at Oscar, âI already feel lucky enough as it is. Youâre here, and weâre in Monaco, what could be better than that?âÂ
âI really do appreciate you moving all the way out here to support me,â Oscar whispered, ânot many people would move across the world for their partner. Itâs a huge sacrifice to make, I just hope that itâs worthwhile being here for you.âÂ
âItâs worth it, wherever you go, I go,â you replied, reminding him of the promise that you made to each other. âAnyway, Monaco is definitely the place that feels like home now too.âÂ
Oscar glanced down with a smile, âthereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be than here with you right now. I think I could get used to living here, with you.âÂ
âI agree, this is beyond anything that I could have ever dreamed of.âÂ
âItâs not just an apartment anymore, itâs our home,â Oscar said, âa place we can finally call our own.âÂ
âThe house of Piastri, itâs perfect.âÂ
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Katie flung the door open and ushered the young king inside quickly, apologizing profusely.
King Dominick rolled his eyes. âWhatever. Iâm inside now. Thank you.â
Katie stared for a moment as he took off his coat and hat and hung them by the door.Â
âUh, what can I do for you, Your Highness?â she asked awkwardly, gesturing for him to sit down.
The king sighed. âTruthfully, I just need a place to wait out the storm until some of my men can find me. Stupid storm came out of nowhere and my horseâŚcouldnât make it through. Stepped in a hole.â
Katie winced. âIs heâŚstill out there?âÂ
King Dominick shrugged. âCouldnât let him suffer out there for who knows how long.â
The wind howled outside, startling them both. Katie walked over the window and looked out.Â
She turned back to the king slowly. âI hate to have to tell you this, Your Highness, but you might be stuck here longer than you thought. Snow storms especially are pretty bad here in the valley. Could last for a few days. And if no one knows where you areâŚâ Her voice trailed off uncertainly.
He sighed, his head dropping into his hands. âCall me Dominick. If Iâm going to be here for a while, we might as well dispense with the formalities. And your name is?â
âKatie,â she mumbled, slightly shocked. She shook herself out of her stupor and rushed into the kitchen, bringing back a bowl of soup for each of them.Â
âGlad I made extra,â she joked with a half-smile.
They didnât speak as they picked at their food. Neither of them said much as Katie showed Dominick to her guest room for the night.
They werenât sure how it happened. One day, they were barely speaking, their relationship strained from proximity and difference in social class. Then the next day, they were laughing together like old friends.
It took two days for the snow to stop. Another two days for it to melt enough to travel. By then, Dominick was all too happy to wait for someone to find him, praying they would take their time.
Almost a week after the snow melted, the dreaded moment finally came with a pound on the front door of Katieâs cottage.
The two looked at each other, their eyes wide with a mixture of relief, fear, and sadness.Â
Katie slowly rose and trudged over to open the door without a word, reverting back to the beginning when they barely spoke.
Dominick lunged and grabbed Katieâs wrist. âWait,â he said desperately.
She looked at him, taking a deep breath and redrawing the lines they had slowly torn down. âYes, Your Highness?â
Dominick winced. âWait,â he said again.
The pounding on the door resumed, startling them.
Katie moved toward the door again. âWeâre out of time. You need to go back to your life and I need to go back to mine.â She gently pulled her hand away, turning so he couldnât see the tears welling up in her eyes.
Dominick reached for her again, but Katie pulled the door open, and the guards on the other side erupted in cheers.
They were all so busy thanking Katie and bundling Dominick onto a horse, that every guard missed the look Dominick was giving her.
Katie ignored the burning in her eyes as she watched them ride away.
A week later, a letter arrived for Katie. She burned it. For the next several months, letters kept arriving, sometimes, days apart, sometimes a week, but all from Dominick.
Katie burned every single one.
"who's this?" "it's the fucking king of England, that's who it is. Now open up, I'm drenched and I'm cold" answered a voice from the outside. "really funny sir. And original, I haven't heard this one since⌠Oh I'm sorry your highness"
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slice of paradise - lando norris
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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
warnings: established relationship, p in v, blowjob, handjob, unprotected sex! (protect yourself), slight!public sex, English is my second language!
type: smut with the plot, fluff also
word count: 3,5k
belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER
summary: moments in paradise on Lando's 25th birthday turn out to be even hotter than the weather in Bora Bora
more content: formula 1 masterlist, lando norris masterlist, latest lando's one-shot
The gentle golden rays of the morning sun streamed in through the open balcony door, casting a soft glow across the room. The sound of waves rhythmically crashing on the shore filled the air, mingling with the smell of the salty ocean breeze. Lando slowly woke up, blinking and looking at his surroundings. They had arrived in Bora Bora last night, and aside from eating the dinner the girl had ordered especially for a pre-birthday surprise, they had no energy for more activity and simply went to sleep. The flight from England had exhausted them both enough.
Lando blinked a few more times, letting his eyes get used to the light coming into their room, through the fact that they had not closed the curtains yesterday. He could hear the soft rustling of palm trees outside and the faint chirping of distant birds greeting the new day. For a while he just lay there, savoring the sound of the ocean and the softness of the bed beneath him. His gaze fell to his side, where his girlfriend lay snuggled into him, breathing quietly and rhythmically. The boy smiled to himself and placed a kiss on her head. He didn't want to wake her up, but, as usual, that didn't work out, and just a moment later he could see her eyes gazing lazily but happily into his blue irises.
"Morning" he said, smiling from ear to ear.
She blinked sleepily before her gaze settled on Lando, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips. âGood morning,â she whispered, her voice still husky with sleep. âHappy birthday, baby.â
âThanks, love,â he replied, leaning in to brush a soft kiss on her forehead. âI couldnât have asked for a better start to my day.â
âAll the best for you,â muttered the girl, lightly moving towards him and kissing him on the lips.
Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him so that she was now sitting on his lap. Lando held her firmly but gently around the waist so she wouldn't fall, and rubbed his palms against her sides. âThank you for this.â
âYou don't have anything to thank me for yet, Lanâ the girl said stroking his bare chest. âThe day has just begunâ
The couple spent an even longer moment in bed, laughing and talking to each other about the silliest little things. Lando couldn't stop admiring her; even with tumbled hair and sleepy eyes, she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And while Bora Bora had delighted him like no other landscape before, she took his breath away every time.
The girl leaned in to kiss him, gently stroking his jaw, which was covered with a small stubble. Lando felt that he could stay in bed all day because of this, and it would still be the best birthday of his life. However, his girlfriend had other plans and got out of bed, leaving her boyfriend groaning, not wanting her to leave him. Or at least not so soon.
âWait,â she said, standing at the door in just her underwear shirt. âWe'll start the surprises.â
Lando merely nodded and lay back on the pillows, listening to the sounds that came from the kitchen. It wasn't long until the girl came back into the room again. In her hand was a large tray with a bowl of fruit, freshly baked croissants and orange juices. Lando only smiled under his breath at this. Never before had anyone brought him breakfast in bed.
âWill you close your eyes?â the girl asked, putting the tray down on the bedside table.
âWhat for?â asked the boy dumbfoundedly, looking at his girlfriend.
But who would he be if he didn't do what she asked? He certainly wouldn't be himself. Therefore, just a moment later, he closed his eyes, smiling under his breath to himself.
[Y.N] didn't wait a moment and grabbed a small cake with â25â candles in her hand and walked back into their shared bedroom, singing âHappy Birthday.â Lando immediately opened his eyes and laughed out loud.
âYou're spoiling me,â he teased as she climbed back into bed next to him. âBut I'm not complaining.â
âMake a wish, birthday boy.â
Lando pretended to ponder the wish for a long moment, but it was not true at all. He had everything he wanted. A beautiful woman by his side who loved him beyond life. A second place in the drivers' championship, which was still a mystery as to how it would end. And he also had temporary peace of mind, which he regained after a long battle with his own psyche. So he just closed his eyes, blowing out the candles, and a smile crept onto his lips.
âWhat was your wish?â the girl asked, carefully removing the candles from the cake.
âI can't say, because it won't come true,â Lando laughed and scooped some cream onto his finger, tasting it. âMm, did you bake it yourself?â
âNo, not this time,â she replied, pounting slightly. âIt wouldn't have survived the trip.â
âIt's ok, it's good too,â he said, pulling her closer to him. He grabbed a fork in his hand, which was lying next to cake on a plate, and scooped up some on it. âWould you like to try?â
âYup, we'll see if it tastes as good as it looks.â
Lando merely nodded and put the fork in her mouth. As the girl savored the chocolate taste of the cake, Lando dipped the fork into the cake again, but this time it landed on the girl's nose. Accidentally, of course.
âOops?â
âLando!â she laughed, but before she could wipe the cream off her nose, the boy did it for her.
âOh, I think you're still dirty here,â he muttered, touching her lips with his thumb.
âOh, really?â she asked teasingly. âAnd what are we going to do about it?â
âI think I have an idea,â Lando said, putting the cake back on the nightstand.
[Y.N] looked adoringly at her boyfriend. Lando looked even better than usual in this light. The golden rays of the sun that streamed into their room perfectly illuminated his year-tanned figure. There was a glow reflected in his eyes, and the girl could have sworn that for the first time in a long time she saw such peace in them. He was in just his boxers, because that was the most comfortable way for him to sleep, and his curls in a freshly cut mullet lay in every direction. But that was the most beautiful thing about that moment, that's what she wanted to give him from the beginning when she thought about what she could organize for his birthday. Tranquility and privacy, the things he missed most.
âAre you enjoying what you're looking at?â Lando laughed, correcting himself slightly in his position.
âYou don't even know how much.â
The couple smiled at each other, and just a moment later Lando landed in the girl's embrace. [Y.N] hold him by the neck, hugging him tightly to herself. And Lando hovered over her, holding her around the waist, then by her hips. The laughs and kisses were endless. In the end, it could only be themâŚ
~~ After breakfast, they wasted no time. They quickly changed into bathing suits and took the most necessary things with them to the beach, which was right next to their cottage. And most importantly, it was private and no human being could see them from a distance of a several dozen kilometers.
Lando stood up to his knees in the turquoise water, with the waves crashing against his legs. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of the sun on his skin and the soothing sound of the ocean. He could have sworn that he could have sat in the water all day and wouldn't have been bored at all.
âDo you like it?â asked [Y.N], suddenly joining him in the water.
âYes, it's perfect,â he muttered, turning to face her. âCome on, let's cool off a bit.â
Lando began to swim further away from the shore, followed by [Y.N]. The water was perfect. Not only was it just the right temperature after a long sunbath, it was also a beautiful color through which you could see the bottom. As they waded deeper, the gentle waves lapped at their bodies.
âIt's so beautiful here,â the girl muttered, swimming up to Lando.
[Y.N] put her hands on his shoulders, and without hesitation he pulled her to him by the waist. Lando couldn't take his eyes off her; she looked like a goddess, her smile brighter than the sun. With a grin, he suddenly scooped her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips.
âAnd what do you plan to do now that youâve got me?â
Landoâs grip tightened around her, his fingers pressing into the curve of her back. âI think Iâll keep you here for a bit,â he murmured, his voice a mix of playful and husky as he dipped his head to kiss her shoulder, trailing soft kisses up her neck. [Y.N]'s breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his slow kisses, each one leaving a trail of heat on her skin.
They stayed like that for a moment, lost in each other, until [Y.N] pulled back with a playful glint in her eyes. âCatch me if you can!â she declared before wriggling out of his grasp and splashing away.
Lando laughed, momentarily stunned, but the challenge in her voice spurred him on. âYou won't get away that easily! - he called out, sprinting after her as she rushed down the beach. The sand was hot under his feet, but he barely noticed, focusing entirely on the girl in front of him.
The girl was fast, but she couldn't beat her boyfriend, not in speed. Within seconds Lando caught up with her and they both collapsed on the soft sand. Out of breath and laughing, they rolled in the sand for a while, like children.
âYou catch me,â she said between sighs, with her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with joy.
âI always have and I always will.â - He replied, leaning in to kiss her.
This time the kiss was slower, deeper, as if time had no meaning there. The girl's hands slid into his damp hair, gently tugging at the ends as she arched her back, pressing their bodies closer together.
Lando's hands roamed her body, feeling the warmth of her sun-moistened skin under his fingertips. He slipped one of his hands under her bathing suit and clamped his palm over her breast, teasing an already hard nipple. The girl purred into his mouth, apparently asking for more.
âYou're so beautiful,â whispered Lando, his voice muffled by her greedy mouth.
She didn't want to pull away from him, finally having him all to herself. Without the nitty-gritty world of the media and the fight for the Championship. Here he was simply Lando, not Lando Norris the Mclaren driver. And while she loved every version of him, the domestic one was her favorite.
The girl let out a quiet moan as his lips descended on her neck. He kissed and nibbled at the places he knew were most sensitive to her. Her fingers tightened again on his hair as she tilted her head back, giving him better access.
âLandoâŚâ she breathed, her voice barely exceeding a whisper. âI want youâŚâ
âHere? - He teased her. âSomeone could see it.â
âIt's a good thing we're alone then.â - She replied with a smile. âI booked this place for a reason.â
âClever beast,â he laughed under his breath.
âMhm,â she whispered, bringing their lips together again. âIt's your birthday, so you'll be spoiled.â
Before Lando had time to respond the girl turned them around so that now it was the boy who was lying with his back on the sand. He laughed under his breath and propped his head up with his hands, leaning on them.
With the utmost fierceness, she touched his dick through his swim trunks, at which the boy sighed and drew her close, bringing their lips together in a clumsy kiss. [Y.N] palmed him through his shorts, sliding her hand under them. Lando was already hard, he didn't need much when she was next to him. âAlready hard, all for me,â she muttered into his lips and moved away from him. She placed kisses all over his warm chest, which at that moment was terribly heated from the sun. And Lando did not take his eyes off her. Until her lips kissed his length through his shorts. Then involuntarily his head flew back, and he let out an impatient moan. [Y.N] didn't keep him in suspense for long and practically immediately took off the unnecessary clothes and momentarily moved her hand over his cock, while kissing him gently there. âI'm begging you,â he muttered, pushing his hips out slightly to meet her. "No teasing" âWait, birthday boy, I want to give you as much pleasure as possible,â she muttered at his tip, which was already dripping with pre cum. Lando didn't have to ask for long. Her lips were immediately on his, showering him with kisses. As she teased him with her hand, she placed tender kisses on his inner thighs. But today she didn't want to tease him, not on his birthday.
She immediately returned to his length, taking him all the way into her mouth. Her lip gloss left shiny traces on him, but no one seemed to mind. Lando was a groaning mess beneath her and thanked the gods that no one can hear or saw them.
âFuck, [Y.N]â he groaned, combing her hair gently. The girl continued sucking on his hard member, her tongue moving nimbly, testing his cum. She bobbed her head up and down, varying the speed so as to give him as much pleasure as possible. Her hands quickly found a place - one on his testicles and the other holding his hand.
She knew he was close. She could feel it when his dick began to pulsate pleasantly in her mouth as she sucked harder on it. Lando didn't give much thought to it either as he just stroked her hair, and only her name fell out of his mouth like a mantra. He wasn't ashamed of it, he knew who made him feel as good as he never had in his life, and he wanted her to know too. âCum for me pretty boy,â she whispered, sucking him. She looked at him from under her long lashes and their gazes met. And here Lando was lost. In the blink of an eye, the girl felt his cum in her throat and mouth, which filled it completely. The girl swallowed it all and suck him for a while longer to help him come down from his orgasm. âFuck, that was so good,â Lando muttered and pulled his girl to him, unhesitatingly connecting their lips. The kiss was hot, full of passion. Their hands roamed the other's body. Lando didnât wait any longer and began to remove her bikini, which was then even more unnecessary than usual. He changed their position so that now he was on top of her, supporting himself with his hands on the sand next to her body. âI guess it's my turn now, huh?â he murmured into her mouth and was already about to descend, but [Y.N] stopped him. âI don't need it, it's enough for me when you're inside me,â she kissed him, nipping on his lip.
"You sure?" he asked, looking at her.
The girl only nodded, smiling encouragingly at him. They were both already out of breath and damn near overheated, but they didn't want to leave this beach for anything.
As if on cue, Lando moved his member closer to her, teasing her pussy with his tip. Their liquids mingled together, to which the boy moaned, being offered this sight. Oh, she was the whole world to him. And when they were together, the rest of the world might not have existed at all. Lando positioned himself with his dick at the entrance [Y.N] and slowly but smoothly entered her, feeling the familiar warmth around his member. They both moaned, getting used to the feeling. They hadn't made love to each other in quite a while due to lack of time, so this was even more sensual and desired. âYou're perfect,â he muttered, moving his hips more and more smoothly. His movements were precise, he knew exactly what was most pleasurable for them. He knew her body like no one else. And he could swear he knew it better than his own, or at least he wanted to know it more. âLando,â she moaned, extending her hands to him. The boy immediately fell into her embrace, changing the angle at which they were now having sex. And it was even better for them, because every time Lando hit that right spot. His hand tangled in her hair, while the other touched her clit to give her even more pleasure. [Y.N] hugged his neck with one hand, and with the other she played with her nipples, which at that moment were all hard. Their lips met in a searing kiss, every now and then separated by their moans and smiles. Lando felt that they were close, so he sped up even more, and the girl pushed her hips toward him. At that moment, they loved each other harder than ever. They were both hot from the sun, breathless, and their hair looked like the biggest tussle. Their bodies were merging together at a dizzying pace, making a bloody mess all around. But they didn't give a damn. They didn't give a damn what was going on behind their backs. In their apartment. Among the fans or other drivers. It was their time, and they would give anything to keep it that way forever. Without the slightest change.
"You're taking me so well, like always" he murmured against her lips, smiling cheeky.
Lando's words and their gazes meeting again accelerated the orgasm from which they were only seconds away. The pressure inside them grew with every second, and they just snuggled into each other, smiling like fools. Lando pressed her clit harder and with his thumb rubbed it properly as she needed. âYou are so good to me,â the girl muttered, kissing the corner of his mouth. âI love you so much,â Lando said, smacking her a few times on the lips. And with that, they both came. Their bodies were pierced by the jolt of orgasm, and Lando continued to move inside her, letting all the cum stay inside. And then he sank down on top of her, trying to do it as gently as possible. He kissed her sensitive breasts, which had not received enough attention from him during intercourse. And [Y.N] stroked his back, drawing slight marks. âYou know I couldn't have imagined a better birthday?â Lando whispered, pulling slightly away from her chest to look into her eyes. Their gazes met again in that gaze that only they knew. And which was reserved for just the two of them. All that could be heard in the background were seagulls and waves crashing on the shore. The air was filled with the sea breeze and the smell of colorful flowers that grew somewhere nearby. âWell, maybe they would be even better if there were three of us here,â he muttered again, looking deeper into her eyes. They both knew he spoke sincerely. That's what they both wanted, too - to start a family, to relax a bit in a homey corner of their Monaco's apartment. No chasing, just them and the fruit of their love.
And what was their surprise when a month later [Y.N] discovered two lines on her pregnancy test before New Year's Eve...
Well, the wish seems to have come true?
[TO BE CONTINUED]
A/N: I guess it didn't turn out so bad, right? happy birthday to our pretty boy landhinio!
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