#ps ilu

[onionjulius]

Dearest @cosmiart,

A very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very VERY belated happy Valentine's Day to you! Please enjoy some smoochy Alys/Sigorn on me ♥️♥️♥️

[dreaamerwrites]

things you said under the stars and in the grass >> Cho Guesung, because you know he is our starry-eyed babie.

things you said -> still accepting! things you said under the stars and in the grass.

couple: cho guesung x gender neutral reader rating: G notes: ??? unconfirmed r/s status? lmao

♫

He's lying in the grass.

Arms and legs sprawled out, chin up, eyes wide open. You can make out the way they shine even in the darkness, the lights of the training grounds long since shut down now.

"Everyone was looking for you, you know," you murmur, not bothering to announce yourself. He knows it's you.

He knows it'll always be you.

Guesung merely grins, a lazy, sideways tilt of a thing as he pats the ground beside him. You settle down beside him, legs folded in front of you. It's clearly not what he had had in mind.

"You're doing it wrong," he rolls his eyes.

His hand wraps around your wrist and he gives you a tug. One time. And then once more, with purpose. You roll your eyes back at him before flopping backwards onto your back as well.

The grass scratches at the back of your neck and your ears and you shiver at the sensation. He wiggles beside you until you're pressed to his side, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm. The bare skin of his arm is warm against yours, even in the cool evening air.

"I don't know why you enjoy this," you whisper. It's much too cold for May. "The grass is so prickly."

He merely snorts.

"Very romantic," he teases back -- but there is nothing teasing about the way he shifts his position, then.

Guesung slides one arm under your head, pulling you into his side easily; prickly grass suddenly replaced by his very solid, very warm chest.

If he can feel your breath hitch, he thankfully doesn't comment on it.

"Look," he whispers into your hair. "The stars look amazing tonight."

You twist slightly, glancing at the way his face is still turned up to the night sky, and then follow his gaze. Up, up, and up -- past the empty goal net, past the training ground stands, past the concrete of the building that has come to mean so much to him in such a short period of time.

Up, up, and up -- until all you can see are stars.

Endlessly, they stretch on, sparkling in the air as if someone has painstakingly sewn them into this blanket of peace and night.

"They're beautiful," you agree, voice so soft you wonder if he'll even hear you. His grip around your shoulders tightens. "I don't think I've ever seen them like this."

He hums in agreement, tilting his cheek until it rests against the top of your head. Your hair catches his stubble and you want to laugh but the moment seems too fragile for it. The stars are too delicate. You're not sure when you'll get a moment like this with him again.

After all...

"I'm going to see the stars in England, too," Guesung promises quietly. You wonder if it's meant more for him than you. "I'm going to see the stars in England. Maybe Spain. Maybe Germany. But definitely England."

Something catches in your throat and you force yourself to continue staring up, up, and up.

(After all, come the end of this summer, who knows when he'll be here like this again?)

"I know," you murmur into the fabric of his shirt. He still smells of his shampoo and body wash and freshly cut grass, still soft and worn post-training. You try to commit the scent to memory. "You'll see them in England. I know you will."

The silence that stretches between the two of you after that feels like the stars. Endless. Fragile.

But then his lips are on your forehead, brushing a soft kiss there. Barely touching, but quietly hopeful in its own gentle, careful way. You grip at his shirt more tightly, your heart pounding.

"You'll see them with me too," he murmurs against your hair.

You can't tell if it's an invitation -- or a question.

Regardless, you shift slightly to look up at him. At his eyes, still shining in the darkness, staring right back at you. The prettiest stars you've seen all night.

"If you want me to," you reply.

This time, his smile is full. Wide and sincere and warm as he pulls you in, strong arms firm and secure around you.

"Of course. I want you to be there," his voice comes rough, when he finally replies. The sound seems to resonate deep in his chest and it shakes you right through from your fingers to your toes. "I always want you."

He knows it'll always be you.

[virtualplushy]

hi, do you know what happened to lakemichiganbaby? i just went to check their blog and they seem to have deactivated. do you know anything abt it? (asking you because i saw you rec their blog to someone! i reckon maybe you might know something)

@sturgeonsdesigns !!

[inspireit]

where: the shipyard - on the way to the sanitarium when: 6 am whom: open

Victoria Wu is a woman known for her punctuality. It wasn't that she felt it necessary to impress others with showing up on time, but more of a standard she held herself to.

She got up (so to speak) every morning at 4 am to begin her routine. Some people would find the act of morning meditation and reading to be trying or trite, but Victoria had grown accustomed to her routine and was set in her ways.

Often, if she had extra time, she would make her way to the nearest coffee shop and pick herself (and a couple of colleagues) up some coffee — simple, black; sugar to taste — and make her way to the Sanitorium by no later than 5:30... she liked to be there early.

The early morning mist meant that she had some damp on her features and her hair was sparkling in the sunlight peeking through the cloud cover to shine down over her and the others awake at that gods forsaken hour.

Each step was poised and clear, her heels far too high for absolutely zero reason at all other than it made sure that people often had to look up at her and it fed her need for control and dominance.

She didn't expect to see anyone that morning, given that she rarely did, but lo and behold... coming through the misty haze in front of her a figure, her face neutral but forcing a slight curve at either side of her mouth; friendly, perhaps? it was hard to tell with Victoria.

"Did not expect to see anyone out this early but me..." the tone was hard to place; did she even want to be having this conversation? Victoria was strange like that and it didn't help that she couldn't entirely see them just yet but wanted to make sure they knew just who exactly they were approaching.

No one fucks with Victoria Wu.

[mackdaddyofthecravate]

Favourite things: When the whole roster comes out for the start of a tournie

[theeverdream]

oh hey!

... if I compose a new tumblr post in my head and promise myself to post it when I get back to my phone, then maybe it'll distract me from the panic attack type thing I'm about to have because I stood up into a cabinet door and the corner poked me in the head and it hurt SO BAD and my emotional trauma can't take that right now

[boyfhee]

ㅤ ꣑୧ : HOW TO GET YOUR GIRLㅤㅤ𝒻t.ㅤㅤ정원

﹙☁️﹚ SYNOPSIS ... where jake helps jungwon get his girl, unaware of the fact that the girl is question is his own sister.

— genre ... fluff, humour, ‘brother's best friend’ trope

— warnings ... profanities, death jokes, mentions of kissing and drinking

— notes ... for sru ( @bywons ) !!!! happy birthday again :D i said i'll post this sooner but i got lazy >< hope u enjoy reading this yayaya ilu :3 ps there r like two typos pls ignore them thank u

[liopleurodean]

My goal is to one day have haiku bot respond to one of my posts

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ one love, two mouths

- ,, ao’nung x fem reader

- ,, being bestfriends with aonung ever since you gained consciousness was pleasant, but comes with a side of flirting and realizations you want to be more than just friends, or bestfriends.

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors pls be careful if u dont like making out!! ao’nung is a btch but not to u, tanhì is na’vi for “star, bioluminescent freckle”, simp ao’nung yasss thats like all my characters lol gunna ignore that!!

ps : tanhì is not readers name lol, just a nickname that ao’nung gave her!!!

-‘๑’- sweater weather - the neighborhood

Ao’nung was mean, you’ve seen how quick he is to bite back and claw at any opportunity that gives him a moment of glory against his rivals, plenty of times.

Ao’nung is mean to everyone, everyone but you, and his family, and maybe Roxto.

Excluding those people, ao’nung has never tried to purposefully hurt your feelings, maybe in a moment of childish banter, he has said mean things that are fleeting, they go away as quickly as they come because he sees the look on your face, and says sorry with a heavy heart.

Some days he is not as apologetic, and delays his apologies until a day or two, you walk away with hurt, anger, and hesitation but he always comes to u, can’t bare being away from you, his girl.

You are sitting on the sand, knees up to your chest as you gaze upon the sea, muscles sore from swimming all day. You almost fall asleep as the peaceful sound of the waves lulls you but alas, your one and only makes his presence known with his loud greeting.

“My tanhì, you look a little lonely!” ao’nung chuckles and sits down beside you, right beside you. No literally, he’s so close that your arm and leg are touching his. Why’s he so close? There’s literally so much space? You’ve stopped questioning it, he’s been touchy with you since forever.

He ruffles the top of your head affectionately, the little smile on his face tells you he’s in a good mood. “hi ao’nung” you say softly and give him a sweet smile, god he almost just melted at the spot, “you seem happy today”

“i am” he replies shortly and you lay your head on his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh at finally seeing your favorite person.

his hand finds it’s way to your leg and he gives you a prompt squeeze on your thigh, affection came as naturally as breathing to him when it was with you.

Your eyes roam around the sea as you look at the people smiling with their ilu’s and splashing around in the water, you catch a glimpse of a group of 4 girls as you shudder with the piercing look they give you. You recognize those girls as Tsireya’s friends, remembering her telling you about her dislike for a lot of their decisions. She told you to avoid them, they’re no good.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion when you see the said girls make their way to you and ao’nung, probably only having matters that deal with ao’nung, you’re pretty sure they’ll ignore your whole existence if anything.

You being this close to The Olo’Eyktan’s only son ignites some sort of resentment in them, automatically making you their competition and viewing you as a threat.

“bruh not these chicks again” ao’nung mutters quietly in irritation and lets out a groan into your hair, hoping they’ll go away if he can’t see them. You giggle but your smile is gone as soon as the girls stop right in-front of your bestfriend. “Ao’nung!! We we’re gonna go take a swim with our ilu’s, I think you should join us! Im sure sitting here watching the ocean isn’t that interesting” the girl’s giggle thinking Ao’nung will get up and follow them without a word.

For a second you believed so too, what you were doing wasn’t that fun, but you didn’t want fun, you wanted calm.

“fuck no” you hear pure distaste in ao’nung’s voice, it makes you cringe, the second hand embarrassment of straight rejection in the face. You smile, he’s really showing no interest in these girls, you almost feel bad, but whats it to you?

“oh- well- you can- you can always come join us later or whatever, whenever y/n lets you go” you’re a bit offended, you aren’t holding ao’nung back from anything, especially these girls, any choice he makes is solely his decision.

“nah im good i prefer y/n anyways”

“whatever” the girls huff and puff and stomp off the space you guys we’re currently sitting at

“bit mean, don’t u think”

“i don’t care” you smile at his quick response

“i think a lot of people dislike our friendship ao’nung, you’re the next Olo’Eyktan and they think i’m competition. They can’t let me ruin their chances of becoming Tsahik.”

“tanhì, what are you even saying?”

“i just.. what i mean is.. you’re almost ready to find a mate, and you must choose wisely, as your choice will be the next Tsahik for our clan, she must work with you as one, and i feel like i’m holding you back from finding a good mate”

Ao’nung pays attention to you, listening to your worries with furrowed brows, he’s so good to you, always. It makes your heart squeeze when you think of him being this affectionate with any other girl, you’re selfish, you want him to yourself.

As much as this hurts, you will be open with him, but you will not open your heart to him as of now. You sigh, he grabs your hand and his thumb rubs soothing circles, telling you to continue.

“i think.. i think re’yal is a beautiful girl, her parents are talented and she takes after them-“ you are cut off.

“i couldn’t care less for re’yal” you tilt your head in confusion

“na’yi is a good healer”

“she is a good healer.”

Ah. It’s Na’yi that he’s chosen then. You look up at him, unable to stop your head from moving. He smiles. Ouch.

“i have the stupidest girl sitting in front of me right now” you hit him gently in the chest, he catches your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Woah. You’ve held hands multiple times but not this way. It feels different. You’re almost about to throw up.

Your eyes quickly drop down to his lips, god, you pray to Ewya that he doesn’t notice.

He does notice, and he thinks you’re so cute he could make-out with you right now.

“she’s so stupid but she’s also the prettiest, she’s really cute too, i think she’d make a great tsahik” you’re embarrassed now, what does this mean? why’s he such a jerk?

“i don’t think Na’yi wo-“

“tanhì, i don’t care about Na’yi, i do not want her.”

“Ao’nung.. allow me to help you, you cannot delay this anymore”

“y/n you just don’t get the hint do you?”

“what?”

Ao’nung groans frustrated, he looks around to see if anyone is watching, what he’s about to do right now might cause issues, he can’t find himself to care any longer though.

Ao’nung cranes his head enough so his lips are an inch away from yours, he looks at you with lidded eyes and you’re already looking at him

“let me kiss you” he asks and you don’t wait, you nod and he smashes his soft lips against yours, desperately. You’ve been wanting to do this, been wanting to kiss your bestfriend.

He grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, damn, he’s a good kisser. Not that you’ve kissed anyone else before, but he’s making you feel really good.

It’s fast, and you both are desperate, impatient, and incredibly in love. He grabs your waist to pull you closer and you whine into the kiss. Sweet. He’s never loved a sound more. His confession comes between kisses.

“y/n, i want you,” kiss. “and only you.” kiss.

you pull away and you’re breathing heavily, you look at ao’nung, pretty sure your eyes have hearts in them. “i-“ you don’t know what to say.

“I see you” you whisper, only meant for him to hear, with sincere eyes.

Ao’nung looks at you and his lips twitch into a small smile.

He goes into kiss you again and your hands find their way behind his neck, he pulls back and trails a few kisses from your jaw to your neck, you gasp softly when he finds your sensitive spot and sucks on it, sinking his teeth into your soft skin, you’re so sure this is gonna leave a bruise.

He kisses you again but this time openmouthed, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip to ask for permission, you open your mouth more to let him in. “i love you so much” he whimpers into your mouth and you realize you wanna get out of here. Your feel yourself getting embarrassed as you realize the 4 girls probably saw your full on makeout session.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“lets get out of here ao’nung” you plead, doe eyes looking up at your lover. God, you make him crazy.

He takes your hand and leads you to his marui pod, you guys pass the 4 girls on your way there and by the look they’re giving you, you know they saw it, maybe even enjoyed it a bit. (jk) The girl’s eyes travel down to your neck where your fresh hickey lies and they immediately turn their backs around, unable to watch your love bloom any longer.

You laugh loudly and that causes ao’nung to turn around, your hands still intertwined as you giggle, ao’nung gets the hint on what you’re laughing at and smirks as he watches you, amused.

“bit mean, don’t you think?” he mocks you and you slap his arm, he throws that arm over your shoulder as you guys walk , the sound of your laugh rings in ao’nungs ears and he swears he’ll never love someone like he loves you.

[neteyamslovrr]

omg imma abuse this 2k event thing

category: fluff

number: 9

character: aonung

(ps. HAPPY 2K KAY!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUU)

SURPRISE

second 2k event fic for my beautiful moot lex &lt;333

You and Ao’nung had been mated for almost two years. Knowing each other since you were children and constantly spending every moment with each other no one was surprised when you both announced your union.

Even when your souls had already intertwined the two of you still found the need to endlessly be in each other’s company. Whether it was your head resting on his shoulder, laying together in the sand or a large hand resting on your stomach.

You had found out you were pregnant months ago, something Ao’nung was beyond excited for. He already felt blessed to have you beside him every day, to think you were gifting him with a product of your love was something he would be eternally grateful for.

This resulted in him being incredibly protective of you. Constantly looming behind you, his large hands hovering over your body as he was give his signature glare to anyone who dared look your way. (You told him he was just being delusional that no one was looking, but he insisted.)

“Ao’nung I understand that your mate instincts kicked in but I think you may be having more pregnancy hormones than me.” Ao’nung scoffed at you with a smile plastered across his face.

“I am just worried flower, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You waddle like a baby”

“If I remember correctly I have a baby in me. This is your fault.” You faced him with a cheeky grin on your face. He couldn’t even get tired of seeing the way your eyes squinted as your cheeks rose showing your beautiful smile.

“I think we are both at fault actually.” Your mouth dropped in annoyance as he laughed at your expression.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.” You groaned, your feet getting tired from the walking. Ao’nung gave you a encouraging look as he held your hand.

“Why must you torture me. Do you take joy out of me moving like an elder.”

“It is funny…kinda”

“Ao’nung!”

“I am sorry flower, I do not relish in seeing you in pain. But I promise you’ll want to see this.” He dragged your hand as he walked towards the direction of your marui. You were walking slow, feet growing tired as you grumbled complaints to your mate who was pulling you along.

“Ao’nung this better be worth it.”

“It will be, but what’s your threat if it isn’t my tough girl?” He looked back at you with a smirk as you glared at him.

“You don’t want to know. Way too hardcore for your pregnancy hormones.”

“You! You are the pregnant one!” Ao’nung groaned still pulling you along as he mumbled a number of profanities.

“Now show me the surprise! I am bored!”

“Ok close your eyes pretty girl.” He watched you close your eyes, double checking before he guided you to the inside of your marui, a hand securely resting on the small of your back and your stomach.

The light dimmed as you got inside, making your anticipation grow larger.  “Can I please open my eyes now?”

“Eywa, so impatient. But yes open!” You opened and immediately gasped, your hands covering your jaw that had dropped.

There in front of you was a newly decorated section part of your marui. Adorned with carved toys, new woven mats and most impressive was a ground cot that was woven so delicately in the yarn of your favourite colours. He had created small blankets to drape over the cot along with a mobile that hung above it, with little carved ilu’s twirling softly.

“Oh my Eywa. Ao’nung this is beautiful.” You felt yourself tearing up, turning to crash Ao’nung into a tight embrace. He chuckled and rubbed his hand along your back giving you a soft peck to the head.

“Do not cry flower. If you cry, I’ll cry and that won’t be fun for anyone. You know I’m not a pretty crier.” Ao’nung looked at his work proudly, a sense of pride growing his chest, just like his soon to be growing family. “Tsireya helped me with the weaving. But I started carving the toys as soon as I heard you were pregnant. I guess I got a tiny bit carried away.”

“Thankyou so much my love. I love this so much. I love you so much.” You hugged him tighter before looking up to give him a tender kiss. The happy tears brimming your eyes as Ao’nung caressed your face softly.

“Do you think our child will love it as much as you do?” You nodded quickly.

“Of course they would. How could they not? I can’t wait to see our child grow up with your love.”

“Our love flower. Our love.”

reblogs super duper appreciated my lovelies have a great day/night !! <3

[runicink]

Mingling was Lucía's forte, it felt like. She could get integrated with almost any crowd because her personality just tended to mesh well with others. She did have her rivalries and enemies, but gosh if she didn't just love having those cursory relationships that bordered on intangible.

"Lovely to meet you, Elijah! Gotta love a fellow table nomad, never stopping too long in one place like our lives are somehow more interesting than they are... 'cause we're doing it at like a barbecue and what not?" A pause, fingertip tapping against her lip and blackened with ink from her recent tattoo works, "Who're you waiting for? Not to pry, but also totally to pry. I could tell you if I've seen them?"

runicink​:

Hopping tables had become Lucía’s raison d'etre today, having not really settled much at all; a ball of frenetic energy that just went from space to space spreading her own form of charm. She darts her eyes up to Elijah and gives a nod, her nose twitching faintly a moment, “Yeah, no, it’s okay. I haven’t even been here that long, I keep migrating like a party nomad.”

There was a dimple when she smiled, one eye closing to take Elijah in, as if trying to size him up, but she made no comment in relation to it, instead offering, “Are you uncomfortable?”

-

Elijah sighed and leaned against the table with a half smile. “I think restless would be a better word for it than uncomfortable. I’m supposed to meet up with someone else eventually, so until I see her I’m wandering around different tables same as you.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met yet.” Though he had heard Lucia’s name and a few vague details about her. He held out a hand. “I’m Elijah Remington.”

[crowaga-cutie]

My top 12 favorite illustrations

It was supposed to be 10 but I couldn't narrow the list down any further 👉👈

(no intimate illustrations 😏)

The order doesn't matter, although I'm currently obsessed with Adil ilu 😚🐪

PS: Hotch's illustrations shouldn't be here, there are many other illustrations that were nicer, but damn, I waited so long for his illustrations that I had to include it (although I wasn't satisfied with the ending 😒)

[music-royal01]

Anxious heart

Neteyam x female human!reader

Reader suffers from anxiety because of experiments done to her by the RDA while she was in the womb and when she was young. Reader has an panic attack and Neteyam tries to comfort and help her

Ps reader doesn’t need to wear a mask because of the experiments

TRIGGER WARNING:PANIC ATTACK

The day had started just like any other, simple yet exhausting. Being a human and learning the Metkayina ways wasn’t simple. You couldn’t ride and ilu, no matter how hard you tried you could never spend as much time in the water as the Na’vi kids could. Ao’nung was poking you and taunting you for being short, not having a tail, and being slow in the water

“You’re just a demon like the rest of your people,you should go be where you belong” Ao’nung and his friends laughed.

But what the Metkayina boys had forgotten is that both Neteyam and Lo’ak where there at lesson and could hear them. Neteyam shoved the boy making him fall to the ground

“If I ever hear you talk about her like that again you’ll be worse off than a few scratches from falling” Neteyam hissed at the boys and was about to walk away when Ao’nung pushed him to the ground and punched him, the two boys wrestled around on the ground punching, kicking and then more punching.

At some point while watching the fight your shaky fingers started to tap each other, breathing becoming uneven as you trembled slightly. Kiri took one look at you and immediately knew what was happening. Wrapping her arms around you she looked back and fourth between the fight and you

“NETEYAM YOU CAN WORRY ABOUT HIM LATER Y/N NEEDS YOU”

Neteyam immediately drops Ao’nung and runs over to you. You were sitting on your knees, your trembling figure hunched over with your hands slightly pulling your hair. The tears that rolled down your cheeks broke Neteyam heart

“Hey princess it’s just me. Its gonna be ok baby, you’re going to get through this” Neteyam whisper praises and tries to comfort you. Neteyam succeeds at claiming you down after a few minutes. You just burry yourself into his chest trying to hide yourself from the others. Neteyam didn’t stop you from hiding, he knew you would be embarrassed and try to shield yourself from judge full eyes. So Neteyam picked you up and carried you to the marui

“Are you all right now my love” Neteyam says softly as you lay down on his chest “I’m alright now thank you Nete” he places a kiss on the top of your head. Neteyam began to hum songcords while running his fingers through your hair. his actions make you tired and soon your quietly sleeping on your boyfriend’s chest.

Neteyam enjoyed these moments with you because he knew the second his father found out about what happened he’d be grounded for eternity

[small-strong-bookish-butch]

Pardon me, dearest Anni, would you mind sharing your thoughts on DID and multiverses? It sounds very intriguing and you always have such thoughtful opinions 💙 (ps ilu I hope you're finding time for nice things and tasty treat breaks)

DID multiverse/alternate universe theory

Examples:

Everything Everywhere All At Once

???? I forgot

Still Life With Tornado

probably Into The Spiderverse and Across The Spiderverse but I haven't seen them yet

• Life Is Strange (just played most of them)

Okay so like, the theories I'm drawing upon:

came back wrong

recognizing that you are the way you are— that you are 'you', yourself, etc— that you are here, aware of your surroundings, etc. = that you [are aware you] DIDN'T 'come back wrong'

the alienation and disorientation of literally experiencing yourself differently than everyone else does/has/etc

the DID experience of experiencing a core level of dissociation/unrecognition/disconnect from current reality

• a world where something turned out Very Differently because you made one (1) choice differently

the multiverse as literally alternate endings??? Like what if there was an alternate universe (or multiverse) where all the alters ended up happy and in their own bodies?? Doesn't that make you want to cry

time loop where you can't remember enough (about) how to change the day until it happens again

The.... selves? I'm drawing upon:

yourself as a ghost

yourself as not tied to anyone/anything you know at all

yourself as an 'idealized', fully coping, flawless being who's as (un)likely to really 'exist' as any other versions of you

yourself as totally different than how you are now (i.e. Evelyn as herself, in love with the IRS lady, in Hot Dog Fingers universe) but still you at the heart of it

you being 'you' in a way that's recognizable to everyone else but you know it's off/wrong/un-human etc

Writing this out in my neat little bullet points made me realize that I don't actually know many multiverse thingies. But in my heart it's true. You know? You know.

I'd love to hear other people's opinions on this, esp if you also have DID or DPDR stuff!!

I may expand on this later, in like, a couple years! :P

Thanks for your kind wishes, I hope you're havin' something sweet too <3

[aloysiavirgata]

Absolute fucking mess around here and I’ve been this bitch/will be this bitch until Sunday ILU Dana Scully.

PS: VirgataGirl got an A on her MedSurg exam 🥹

[vamossainz55]

hii, could you possible write something about reader and carlos with best friends to lovers trope, thank you 🤍

summary: you never reached out to carlos to tell him you missed him. apparently he did the same. (childhood best friend trope & reconnecting) // fluff , no warnings

a/n: hi guys it's been a while, missed being on here. i hope everyone has had an amazing 2023 so far! hoping i can start writing regularly again and post soon <3 (especially moonlight). in the meantime, enjoy this really really old request that i wrote during the holidays.

ps. thanks @sssainzz for the advice as always ilu <3

Late Night Walks (& Old Conversations) | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Despite the ache in your cheeks you're still grinning from ear to ear, chest filled with a certain warmth that fights the cold breeze of the winter night. The door is open, you and a few others getting ready to step out for a late night walk home. 

"Thank you for having us ‘Ria" you say as you reach over to give her a quick hug. You knew you were probably seeing her soon anyways, the night had been long, and you two would definitely need to meet for a quick recap of events. You’re barely a second into hugging her before you’re being pulled away.

"Vete, vete,” shoo, shoo, “you see each other all the time." There's a hand on your waist with a too familiar grip that sends goosebumps over your skin. You try your best to hide your expression, ducking your head down in hopes of not getting caught but Maria gives you a knowing look that proves you unsuccessful.

Carlos pays no mind to the exchange, instead opening his arms to engulf Maria in an almost deadly hug. Maria lets out a disgruntled sound from how tight Carlos envelopes around her, and you find yourself smiling at the sight. 

"Te echaré de menos. Nos vemos pronto vale?" I’ll miss you. We’ll see eachother soon okay? Carlos says before pulling away to give her an earnest grin. Maria is more than happy to hear his words, simply pinching his cheek. She waits for him to wince, a clear revenge on the hug.

"Of course, go make us proud campeón.” She says before you’re stepping further out the door. You follow the rest of the group, pulling your jacket’s zipper as close as possible to your nose. You can hear Carlos’ footsteps following from behind, catching up with you before waving goodbye to Maria once more who waves her hand happily until you all make it out her gate. 

The latch is the seal of the night, the sound of metal clattering sinking the tired feeling into your bones.

“So, that was nice. Let’s hope next time isn’t in another three years” Pedro says jokingly but you all know him well enough to know that there’s always a slight truth in his words. You catch the way his eyes flicker over to Carlos, his silence being enough to send the message. 

Carlos simply nods, because Pedro isn’t wrong. Dalia, Pedro, Maria, and you had met up over the years as a group whilst Carlos always found himself too busy. It's not like any of you were mad though, understanding that at the end of the day, his career wasn’t something he could exactly be flexible with. You all just missed him. 

“I’ll try my best to make more time next year. Promise.” Carlos says, looking over at you and Dalia as well. 

“You better.” Pedro says as his shoulders relax. He lets out a heavy breath, looking over the three of you. 

“We’re going the same way, no?” He’s asking, this time to Carlos and Dalia. 

Dalia nods and you can no longer deny the bittersweet feeling that had been coming in waves the moment the night had slowly begun unwinding. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to some people just yet. 

“See you when I see you, hm?” Pedro chuckles, already pulling you into a hug that has you stumbling into his chest. You smile as you nod, poking his side playfully. 

It’s almost a super power really, the way you can feel Carlos’ eyes burning into you from behind and you pull away just at the right angle that you’re facing Dalia to give her a hug next. The feeling in your chest is rising in anticipation and you’re sure to hold onto her just a tiny bit longer than necessary.

You pull away from her with a deep breath, turning towards Carlos with a small smile as you pull your zipper again. You’re about to speak, stepping closer to him but Carlos stops you by wrapping his scarf around you and pulling it so it’s wrapped around your face, tickling you right under your eyes. 

Carlos’ eyes crinkling has you looking away, suddenly self conscious of the warmth forming in your cheeks. He simply chuckles, turning from you to look at Pedro and Dalia. “I’ll walk her home, it’s quite late.” He says, not waiting for you to say anything. He knows you most likely won’t, not in front of the others anyways.

You’re looking at Carlos quietly, watching him bid farewell to the rest of your group with quick hugs and kisses before he’s heading back towards you. 

Nobody says anything but the look Dalia and Pedro share lets you know that they were definitely going to talk about it on their walk home. You watch them turn to go down the road, sparing you one more glance before you’re turning to face Carlos.

“Let’s go?” He offers soon shoving his hand into his pockets as you both begin to walk down the other way. 

You’re hyper aware that it’s just you two, eyes fixed at your feet and almost counting the steps you were taking. It’s only when you hear Carlos clear his throat that you stop. You look next to you and see nobody, and you realize that Carlos had been trailing behind.

“What?” You ask once you’re turned to face him. He just chuckles, shrugging as he shoves his hands in his pockets. 

“With the speed you’re walking at, I’d think you’re running away from me.” Your nose scrunches up at his suggestion. Your fingers pull at the curve of the scarf, loosening it slightly.

“I am not running away from you,” Carlos hums, nodding as he catches up.

“Okay, then we can slow down a little bit.” He says, knocking his shoulder into yours once he’s next to you. You roll your eyes at his words before you both begin walking again. This time, Carlos sets the pace with slow and long steps.

“You know, you don’t have to walk me home. It’s not too far from Maria’s.” You say as you both walk. Carlos simply shrugs, coughing softly into his fist to ward off the cold in his throat.

The street lights are casting above you both, shadows following your footsteps. You can’t help but think about the countless times you’ve both walked down these streets together.

Best friends. 

Or at least that’s what you both told everyone. Deep down you knew it was more, the small touches, longing looks, unsaid words that were always left hanging in the air.

You were both aware of what you both wanted,  but both too scared of blurring the line and risking losing the friendship that none of you did anything. 

It was enough, until it wasn’t, and filling the void with others was not something any of you handled well. 

There wasn’t any big falling out, any fight where you both knew it was over. After some time there was just silence. 

“I know it’s not far but,” You look over at him as his words trail off, eyes meeting briefly. This time Carlos looks away and you notice the drag of his Adam's apple as he takes a deep breath and swallows. “It’s been a while and with how everything’s been going, I’d just like it if you indulge me for a little bit.” 

You’re surprised at his words, your steps slowing down as you try to gather your thoughts. 

“You make it sound like I’m doing you a favor,” you say, almost dumbfounded as you continue to keep your eyes tracked on him. Carlos simply chuckles, running a hand through his hair. 

You can hear it in his laugh, half hearted and forced as he looks away from you. It’s not a Carlos thing to do, at least not with you. Your steps slow down, the light soon casting above you both. It’s bright enough for you to see the clench in his jaw and the tension in his shoulders but the deep breath he takes visibly relaxes him just a bit. 

“You are, you know,” he says looking at you before narrowing his eyes, “doing me a favor.”  It’s so soft that you barely hear it.

There’s so much floating in the air, so many questions that you want to ask, but you know Carlos. He’d speak when he’s ready.

“You could’ve just said so, tonto.” dummy, You say before letting out a deep breath. “Come on, let’s take the long way home.”

The fifteen minute walk home becomes an hour long one, silence being replaced with small conversation. You’re mainly updating each other on your lives, sharing funny stories and anything that comes to mind. 

Of course your stories are less interesting, being bound to your hometown and working a menial nine to five job paled in comparison to Carlos who traveled almost every week.

Carlos still asks though, giving you every drop of his attention, nodding along to every little thing you were saying. 

“Sometimes I wish I had a bit more normalcy, a bit more of a break.” Your heart clenches a little at the tone of his voice, you barely remember ever hearing Carlos sound so tired. 

“Has the season been that rough?” You ask, looking over at him for a short moment to see him nod.

“I wanted to call you,” It’s not an easy confession for him to make and his eyes are instantly bouncing around to avoid looking you in the eye. “A lot of times.” 

Your hands feel clammy in your pockets and you can’t help but dig your nails into your palm as you look ahead. “Why didn’t you?” It’s a stupid question, because, 

“You know why,” he says. 

You let out a sigh, looking up at the sky as Carlos slowly stops walking. You pause your steps as well, looking over at him to meet his gaze. You don’t understand why he had given you his scarf, noticing the way his cheeks and nose were flushed and rosey.

“You’re going to get sick Carlos.” you murmur, hands instinctively going to cup his cheeks to warm him up. Carlos lets out a breath, simply leaning into your touch as he takes a step closer towards you. Despite the cold air his cheeks are warming your hands and you can’t help but frown in concern. You consider returning his scarf, but before you do Carlos sighs. 

“You always do this,” His gloved hands slowly go over yours, keeping them cupped around his own cheeks. 

“Do what?” You ask. 

“Do things that make me want to kiss you,” His breath tickles your face, both of you now merely inches apart. 

“Carlos,” it’s barely above a whisper but you’re shaking your head, lifting your foot to take a step back.

“No, I’m not letting you talk us out of this, not again.” His hands cup your cheeks this time, pressing his forehead against yours. The feeling of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip sends shivers down your spine, and your eyes are quick to meet his. 

You can’t say anything in return, not when your voice is caught in your throat. Without thinking you give Carlos a slight nod, and that’s enough confirmation for him to close the gap between you both. 

It starts off so painfully careful, as if you were both scared of hurting one another but once you feel the soft press of his lips you find yourself relaxing into him. Your arms snake around his neck and his hand travels to hold your waist and it somehow feels so natural that you really wonder why you had waited so long for this moment. 

You only pull away once you’re breathless, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Carlos lets out a heavy breath as well, pressing his lips against your forehead to give it a kiss before speaking up. 

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

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