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Daniel Seavey Masterlist

♡ Welcome to my Daniel masterlist...the heart and soul of my blog...where you can travel from modern day Connecticut to WW1 England to 1950s LA and everything in between!! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!

Daniel's Face Claims ♡ Crossover Mini Series

Series

Anything But Mine - Friends to Lovers AU ↳ Florence DiCaprio finds herself navigating life as a nineteen-year-old mother; trying to find the right balance of friendships, young adulthood, and definitely relationships. Her best friend, Daniel, seems to be learning along with her. They discover the importance of sacrifice in the process.

Passchendaele - WW1 AU ↳ It’s 1915 and The Great War is still ongoing. Men from all over Europe flooded to enlist in a rush of patriotism and dedication to their countries, nineteen-year-old Daniel among them. He’s thrilled to fight for Britain, as most men were, but once in the battlefields of Belgium, he realizes that war is truly not as glorious as he once imagined it was.

Amoureux - Royal AU ↳ Louisa is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his youngest daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries. 

Heartbreak Hotel - Soulmates AU ↳ It’s 1958 and summer has just begun, sending the teenagers of Los Angeles into warm weather freedoms and part time jobs. Eighteen-year-old Daniel finds himself spending his days trying to find his soulmate and he refuses to give up until he has her.

Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit - Murder Mystery AU ↳ ‘He who wants everything, loses everything’ All Daniel knows is that he woke up the day after his honeymoon to his wife dead at his feet and the bloody knife in his hand. He is suddenly propelled on a mission to escape his own persecution while he works to find the true killer and prove his innocence; He is innocent…isn’t he?

Seasons Change - Small Town AU ↳ Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his eight-year-old son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse. 

Life and Death Brigade - WDW x OBX Crossover ↳ Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits. 

[21burritoseavey]

little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well. 

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table. 

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway. 

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight. 

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves. 

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters. 

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air. 

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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I wouldn’t know what consistency was if one road’s directions had CONSISTENCY written in massive bold letters. I’d somehow manage to yank the steering wheel in the opposite direction, swerving back into the main highway and complete missing the exit. There goes my coffee.

Anyone want to give a girls some inspiration?

[upindreamland]

Sims and Episode - Daniel Seavey

Daniel Seavey x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) text imagine

Summary: Texts about Sims and Episodes leads to Daniel...fainting? (fluff)

Warnings: Pregnancy? Overall, cuteness

AN: So ummmm... I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this but hopefully you like it! Also the sonogram is not accurate but hey it's okay

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AN: So that's it! Hopefully you guys liked it!

[thef1diary]

While It Lasts | L. Norris - 1

Summary: Lando expected nothing more than relaxation and fun for two weeks during his summer break. What he didn’t anticipate was meeting you, someone who felt like a perfect match in every way. As the days quickly passed, he found himself falling deeply for you, only to be confronted with the heart-wrenching reality that your time together was far more limited than he ever imagined.

Part 2

PLEASE READ: This story contains themes of loss, morality, fear, death, relationship strains, mental health struggles, including significant emotional impact related to the reader’s journey with a chronic illness and some scenes are set in hospitals. Reminder that this is simply a work of fiction, please don’t take it to heart.

a hugeee thank you to @chilling-seavey @thefourthln @faithshouseofchaos for proofreading this and constantly reassuring me that this isn’t shit 😭 I wouldn’t have posted this fic without your support 🫶🏻

pairing: lando x fem!reader

wc: 15.9k (because tumblr won't let me post the whole thing at once)

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“C’mon, you’re gonna love it there,” Lando attempted to persuade his best friend. 

Max Fewtrell rolled his eyes, asking incredulously, “mate, are you seriously considering taking us to a small town over partying all day, everyday in the city?”

Lando shrugged, holding his finger up for a moment, asking him to wait while he scrolled through his phone to find the photos that Carlos sent him earlier. “It’s not just a small town, look at this.” He turned the phone around to show his best friend the photos of their potential home for the next two weeks. 

Max scoffed, still not believing that Lando was changing their pre-made plans at the last minute, “and why would Carlos just give you the keys to that villa looking thing?” 

“It’s his uncle’s vacation home, and it’ll be empty if we don’t go. You don’t want to leave this beauty empty, do you?” 

Max sighed, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s antics. As soon as he saw the photos, he was convinced to discard the previous plans and take the opportunity to live in that home, but of course he wouldn’t admit it straightaway. 

“Show me the photos again,” he simply muttered, earning a laugh from Lando as he swiped through the pictures. 

“There’s literally only one other house nearby, we won’t get that in the city now, would we?” Lando commented, watching the cogs turning in Max’s mind. 

Despite Max's initial reluctance, Lando could see the spark of curiosity flickering in his friend's eyes as he examined the photos. He knew he was close to winning Max over.

"So, what do you say, Max? Are you in?" Lando pressed, a hopeful tone in his voice.

Max hesitated for a moment, weighing his options before finally letting out a resigned sigh. "Alright, fine, you win. Let's give this small town adventure a shot," he conceded, unable to resist the allure of the stunning villa.

Lando grinned triumphantly. "Trust me, mate, you won't regret it," he assured him, clapping him on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see about that. When are we leaving?” He asked instead, still not wanting to get his hopes up in case he would be left disappointed. 

“Tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow?” Max asked, eyes widening when Lando nodded. 

“Go pack your bags, mate,” Lando shoved him with full force once he noticed Max wasn’t leaving the room.

He laughed when Max finally regained his sense of motion and scrambled out the room, muttering to himself while packing everything he thought he needed for the next two weeks. Despite having a habit of travelling, it wasn’t any less stressful to pack, especially with a short notice.  

Lando sighed and leaned back into his chair, holding up his phone in front of him. He admired the picturesque view of the villa in the photos, containing his excitement because he would be able to see the same view in person soon enough. 

Perhaps this was what he needed, especially after the stress that continued to build up over the first half of the season. While he had a better start to the season than he was used to, it didn’t ease any pressure. He was constantly thinking about what he can do as a driver to improve the car while having to face the media at every race weekend and answering the same question over and over again. It was too much for him to handle. 

It was part of the reason why he was adamant on convincing Max to take a break in a place where they wouldn’t be seen as much as they usually do in Monaco. It would give him a chance of exploring a new town while also staying under the radar. 

When Carlos first suggested the idea, Lando instantly agreed. The promise of two weeks of relaxation and exploration ahead sounded like a dream to him. Lando couldn't wait to leave the pressures of the racing world behind and immerse himself in the beauty of the coastal town. Little did he know, amidst the winding streets and sun-kissed beaches, he would find more than just a temporary escape.

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As the taxi pulled up to the gates, the driver turned to them with a grin. "Here we are, gentlemen. Enjoy your stay," he announced, gesturing towards the grand entrance of the villa. 

Max and Lando exchanged glances, eager to explore the town. They thanked the driver before stepping out of the taxi, and their eyes widened in awe at the sight of their temporary abode. The grand villa stood just up ahead of them, its white walls gleaming in the golden light of the setting sun. The only barrier slightly obstructing their view were the large steel gates, shut to prevent any trespassers. 

"Whoa!" Max exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Lando nodded in agreement, already reaching for his phone to capture the moment. "This place is insane," he remarked, snapping a quick selfie, giving a cheesy smile while holding up his thumb with the villa in the background.

Max chuckled, watching as Lando posed for the photo. "Gonna send that to Carlos?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

Lando nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Yep, just to make him jealous," he replied, tapping away at his phone before sending the selfie to Carlos with a playful message: ‘You’re missing out!’

“Where’s he anyways?” Max asked but his gaze never left the sight in front of him. 

Lando’s thumbs moved across the screen as he typed out another message, possibly replying to Carlos who always texted back within minutes. 

Moments later, he turned the phone to show the screen to Max. Carlos had responded to Lando’s selfie with one of his own, showing off the view he was enjoying in the background. A pair of blue goggles covered his eyes and he held his thumb up in a playful manner as well. It was evident that he was standing on a yacht, surrounded by a form of nature in its entirety. 

“Guess he’s not exactly missing out. When is he not on a boat?” Max asked jokingly. 

Lando shrugged, “when he’s not cycling I guess.” 

When he turned the screen back towards him, he noticed another text from Carlos. ‘Don’t break anything’

He scoffed, shaking his head before pocketing his phone, ignoring his message. He was mature enough to know that, even if a few broken trophies claimed otherwise. 

The taxi drove off, leaving the men standing with their luggages in front of the gate. The breeze passed through Lando’s curls, causing him to turn around and squint his eyes to look up at the leaves on the trees swaying around. The setting sun pierced his eyes, but his gaze didn’t waver from it, a smile growing on his face since he already began liking the peaceful environment. 

“Mate,” Max’s voice broke the silence. When Lando looked at him expectantly, he gestured towards the gates. “Are we just here to look at it from outside or do you know the code to get in?”

Lando’s eyes widened, “oh yeah, Carlos told me the code, hold on.” He fumbled for his phone, quickly locating the message from Carlos with the access code. 

Before he could punch in the code, the sound of a car door slamming loudly took their attention away from the villa. 

Max and Lando simultaneously spotted another home further down the street across from theirs, the only one apart from the villa for miles. It stood in stark contrast, a quaint cottage nestled amidst a grove of cherry blossom trees. It looked smaller, but they knew not to be fooled, knowing the cottage only appeared smaller since it was further away. 

"Looks like we've got neighbors," Lando remarked, pointing towards the distant cottage. 

“So much for silence,” Max mumbled. 

As soon as Max’s words were spoken out loud, their attention shifted to the cause of the sound; you. 

Unlike Lando and Max, your day hadn’t been going well. Actually, you don’t believe that you’ve experienced a single good day in the past couple years; not since the day you received your reports. 

You remember that day vividly, the memories playing out in your mind like a horror movie. Despite many efforts from your close friends and family to cheer you up, you don’t believe that any smile you’ve given was genuine. Not a single one. 

You shut your eyes tightly, but it only intensified the memories, causing you to find a way to shift your attention. Your gaze was attracted to the sun that was moments away from slipping underneath the horizon. 

Contrasting to Lando’s thoughts from earlier, who smiled at the sunset because watching it cemented the fact that he was away from the chaos in cities and his world of racing, you thought of the guarantee that the sun will rise again tomorrow, one certainty you never had about yourself. 

Once you slammed the car door shut, a surge of frustration and anger coursed through you, making your brother, Isaac, who was also getting out of the car, wince in discomfort. It was his car, after all, and you knew you shouldn't take your frustrations out on one of his most prized possessions, but the weight of your own mortality pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket.

Another visit to the hospital had left you feeling drained and defeated, the latest round of test results delivering yet another blow to your already fragile health. The doctors' words echoed in your mind, their somber tones a stark reminder of the grim reality you faced.

You were angry – angry at the world for dealing you such a terrible fate, angry at your own body for betraying you, angry at the uncertainty that loomed over your future like a dark cloud. Would you live another day, another year, or was each moment you spent on this earth merely borrowed time?

Your hands trembled with a mixture of fear and frustration as you struggled to make sense of it all. You’ve been in this situation multiple times over the past couple years, wondering why the doctors always gave you a false sense of hope until the facts proved otherwise, but every time still felt like the first. Your illness was something you could never wrap your head around. The questions swirled in your mind, unanswered and unanswerable, leaving you feeling helpless and alone.

As you leaned against the car, your breath coming in ragged gasps, you felt a sense of despair wash over you. The world seemed cruel and indifferent, its vastness stretching out before you like an endless void.

Despite looking at the sun until it made your eyes water, or perhaps those were just your tears caused by your anger turning into sadness, your mind was still filled with all sorts of thoughts while your heart held various emotions. 

The one thing that did divert your mind was the sound of rackety steel gates opening further down the street. Those gates hadn’t been open in about a year, making it in desperate need of oil on the hinges. 

You remembered the family that visited very often once upon a time—the Sainz family—but those visits became less and less frequent as the years went by. 

However, once you heard laughter echoing down the street, you couldn’t place a name to the sound. You squinted your eyes to focus on the scene since you had forgotten your glasses inside your home. Your eyesight was one of the first things that started deteriorating, making it hard to believe that you once had perfect vision.

You could make out the shape of two men, seemingly young and nowhere near a part of the family that owned the villa. 

With a heavy heart, you turned away from the villa, knowing it was time to spend a quiet night in. The sun had long gone beneath the horizon, turning the orange skies into hues of blue as you made your way towards your small cottage.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of stale coffee from the early morning hours before you rushed to the hospital. The unmistakable scent of antiseptics mixed with coffee, a reminder that your home was slowly becoming similar to the emergency rooms. 

Your brother hovered nearby, his expression etched with concern as he watched you sink into a worn armchair. He had moved in once your health didn’t show any signs of improvement, taking on the older brother role even if he was a few years younger. 

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked, his voice filled with worry.

You nodded, forcing a weak smile as you tried to push aside the weight of your own fears. "I'm fine," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

But deep down, you knew the truth. You were anything but fine. The uncertainty of your future loomed over you like a dark cloud, threatening to consume you whole.

“Do you need anything before I make dinner?” He stood in front of you, fidgeting with his hands. 

The mention of dinner made you look up at him, shifting in the armchair as you prepared to stand up. His hands instantly shot out in case you stumbled over your feet. 

“Let me help you make dinner,” you spoke, placing your hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself. 

He began shaking his head but your eyes pleaded with him. 

“Please, I’m not completely useless yet,” You added, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to deny you since it was a trick you used when you were both younger. 

He sighed, wanting to tell you that you weren’t useless at all, but it would open another can of worms. “Don’t push yourself too hard,” he settled instead. 

You firmly nodded, and threaded your arm around his as he led you to the kitchen. He knew that he shouldn’t have let you help, especially after an appointment, but he also knew that if he left you alone, your thoughts would drown you. 

All you needed was company, and he was more than willing to do anything to help you especially since he felt helpless otherwise. 

The rhythmic chopping of vegetables filled the air as you and Isaac worked together in the kitchen. He hovered nearby, his presence a silent reassurance that you were not alone in your struggle.

"Need any help with that?" he asked, gesturing towards the cutting board where you were slicing tomatoes with unsteady hands.

You shook your head, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. "I've got it, thanks."

But he could see through your facade, his eyes filled with concern as he watched you work. "Are you sure? You seem a bit off today." 

He had made it his responsibility to take you to your appointments, and he noticed that your mood deflated even more than the last visit.

You forced a smile, hoping to alleviate his worries. "I'm fine, just tired from the hospital visit."

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't press further. Instead, he moved closer, offering a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Well, let me know if you need anything. I'm here for you, okay?"

You nodded, grateful for his support. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

As you continued to cook together, the tension in the air eased, replaced by the familiar rhythm of sibling banter and shared laughter. 

“Oh, did you see our new neighbours?” You asked once you sat down to eat. 

Your brother nodded, a muffled sound leaving his mouth since he was in the midst of chewing. 

Your face twisted in disgust, “ew, eat your food, don’t show it.” He playfully smacked your arm before swallowing and you had to hide the wince that almost overtook your expressions. You rubbed your arm once he was distracted, already knowing that it’ll bruise even if the smack was light. 

“As I was saying,” he glared at you for a brief moment before continuing, “I noticed them coming in.” 

“How long do you think they’re gonna stay?” 

He added, making you shrug, “no idea, a couple weeks?” 

Meanwhile, down the street, Max and Lando were immediately struck by the grandeur inside the villa. They had already explored the surroundings outside while the sun was setting, and were greeted by a scene of serene beauty and tranquility. 

The sprawling grounds stretched out before them, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Lush greenery enveloped the landscape, with meticulously landscaped gardens and manicured lawns spreading out in all directions.

Tall palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, their fronds rustling softly as if whispering secrets to the wind. Vibrant bursts of color from exotic flowers and fragrant blossoms added splashes of brightness to the landscape, while the sweet scent of blooming jasmine and lavender hung in the air.

A cobblestone pathway wound its way through the gardens, meandering past secluded alcoves and hidden nooks waiting to be explored. Stone benches and wrought iron chairs provided inviting spots to sit and enjoy the beauty of nature, while the soothing sound of a trickling fountain added a sense of serenity to the atmosphere.

In the distance, the shimmering surface of a swimming pool caught the last rays of sunlight, beckoning with promises of cool refreshment on a warm summer's day. Beyond the pool, a charming gazebo nestled amidst a grove of trees offered a secluded retreat, its elegant structure inviting relaxation and contemplation.

Inside the villa, Max and Lando found themselves immersed in a world of luxury and refinement. Marble floors gleamed underfoot, their polished surfaces reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The air was infused with the scent of subtle hints of vanilla and sandalwood, creating an atmosphere of opulence.

Plush furnishings adorned with rich fabrics and intricate patterns beckoned invitingly, promising comfort and relaxation. Oversized sofas and armchairs offered sumptuous seating, their cushions plump and inviting, while ornate coffee tables and sideboards showcased exquisite craftsmanship and timeless elegance.

Large windows framed breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside, their sheer curtains billowing gently in the breeze. Soft, ambient lighting cast warm pools of light in every corner, creating a sense of coziness and intimacy that enveloped the space.

Throughout the villa, works of art adorned the walls, adding a touch of sophistication and culture to the elegant surroundings. Paintings and sculptures, each one a masterpiece in its own right, spoke of a life of privilege and refinement, while delicate vases filled with fresh flowers added a touch of natural beauty to the lavish interiors.

In every room, from the grand foyer to the luxurious bedrooms and bathrooms, attention to detail was evident at every turn. From the intricate carvings on the furniture to the delicate lace trim on the curtains, no expense had been spared in creating a sanctuary of unparalleled beauty and comfort.

As Max and Lando explored the villa, they couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the sheer magnificence of their surroundings. For a moment, they forgot about the outside world, lost in the splendor of their temporary home and the promise of adventure that lay ahead.

While Max’s gaze wandered around in amazement, Lando nudged him with a mischievous smile of his own. “Told ya it’ll be worth it.” 

He rolled his eyes but still agreed, “yeah I guess it is.” 

Then, Max bursted into a sprint, running up the stairs while yelling loudly, “I get first pick!” 

Lando shook his head, disagreeing immediately while chasing behind him. After all, they were two men who were kids at heart that were given a huge home all for themselves. 

The next morning dawned bright and clear, filling the villa with a warm golden light that spilled through the windows and danced across the marble floors. 

Lando had been awake for the past couple hours, his internal clock still set to his racing routine. He had woken up to the melody of birds chirping away and light filtering through the sheer curtains, basking for a moment in the change of scenery. 

He had gone for a morning run, relishing the fresh air and serene beauty of the surroundings. On the way back, he picked up some pastries from a local bakery, their aroma enticing and warm. 

Returning to the villa, Lando hummed a tune as he walked towards the kitchen. He paused for a moment, his eyes widening at the amount of natural light coming in through the big windows. The morning sun added a fresh, beautiful touch to the villa, reflecting off the furniture and transforming the space. 

As he placed the pastries on the kitchen counter, Max emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, taking in the sight of the sun-drenched villa. “Morning, mate,” he greeted, his voice still laced with traces of sleep. 

“Morning, Max,” Lando replied, holding back a chuckle at his messy morning hair. 

He was lured by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the scent of freshly baked pastries. 

“Mm, smells amazing but where did these come from?” He asked before popping a pastry in his mouth. His eyes closed as it melted in his mouth, savouring the taste for a moment. 

Lando grinned, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Glad you like them, I picked them up on my morning run,” he admitted. 

Max raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You went for a run?” he asked, his tone filled with amusement. 

Lando nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, figured I’d explore the area a bit and see what’s around,” he explained. 

The first thing Lando did when he laid in bed last night was bring out his phone to search for things to do in this small town. Unfortunately, the internet wasn’t much help, so he decided to take a look around by himself, and perhaps even ask a few locals for advice. 

Then he ducked his head and rubbed his palm on the nape of his neck, “and Jon told me to keep training while we’re here.” 

Max chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, thanks for bringing back breakfast,” he added, reaching for another pastry. 

Lando picked up one for himself. “Yeah, no problem, but don’t expect it everyday,” he said with a cheeky smile. Max rolled his eyes, ignoring his comment as he sipped on his coffee. 

“What are you planning on doing today?” Max asked after a moment of silence. 

“I saw this market on my run earlier, and was thinking of going to go check it out,” he hummed, thinking back to the beautiful scenery during his short cardio session. 

Max laughed, “look at you, living the small town life already.” 

Lando reached over to smack the pastry out of Max’s hand that he was about to eat. “Hey!” He exclaimed, looking at the fallen treat. 

There was a beat of silence, before Max and Lando made eye contact and then they bursted out into giggles. Amidst their laughter, Max reached down to pick up the fallen pastry, dusting it off before stuffing it in his mouth. 

“Five-second rule, mate,” he muffled. 

“What are you gonna do?” Lando asked, ignoring his best friend’s antics.

He simply shrugged, “I don’t know, mate.” 

“Wanna join me?” Lando suggested, earning a nod from Max, a teasing smile growing on his face. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Lando rolled his eyes, “you don’t have to wait for me to ask.” 

With their breakfast antics over, Lando and Max quickly finished their coffee before deciding to venture out into the town. As they stepped outside, the warm rays of the sun enveloped them, casting a golden glow over the quaint streets. 

The scorching sun bore down upon them, turning the cobblestones into radiant paths of heat. Lando and Max, feeling the intensity of the sun’s rays, walked with beads of sweat forming on their brows. 

Max shielded his eyes from the sun with a hand since he had misplaced his sunglasses. 

Once they were a couple minutes into the walk, they realized that the market they planned to visit was further away than they initially thought. The narrow streets, lined with colourful houses and blooming flowers, stretched out before them, inviting them on a leisurely stroll. 

“Why are we walking?” Max asked, still holding his hand up for a shade. 

Lando raised his own sunglasses to the top of his head in disbelief, “why don’t you have your sunglasses?” 

“Forgot ‘em at the villa,” he grumbled, which only made Lando laugh louder. 

“Check your pockets, mate.” 

Max’s eyes widened when he did in fact find his sunglasses in his pocket. He slid them onto his face with a sigh of relief, finally able to open his eyes properly. 

Just as they began to feel the discomfort of the sweltering weather, a gentle breeze swept in from the nearby seaside, bringing with it a cool and invigorating relief. The breeze, infused with the scent of salt, tousled their hair and kissed their skin, providing a much needed respite from the heat. 

After a few more minutes of walking, Max and Lando finally stumbled upon the market. It was nestled in a quaint square lined with vibrant stalls, each overflowing with a colourful array of fruits, vegetables, flowers, and artisanal crafts. 

They wove their way through the crowded square, taking in the sights and the sounds of the market. The air was alive with the chatter of vendors and the laughter of shoppers, creating a lively atmosphere. The breeze was stronger as the market was closer to the seaside, blowing close to harsh wind in their faces, but it was welcomed due to the strong sun. 

As they browsed the stalls, Max sampled a couple local delicacies first and Lando waited for his approval before trying them as well. 

“Does it have fish?” Lando asked, hesitant in taking the sample from the vendor. 

The vendor chuckled, “no, sir, it’s a dessert filled with cream, topped with hardened sugar.” 

Lando’s mouth dropped open in understanding before taking the sample from him. 

Max couldn’t resist picking up a few souvenirs to take home, like a proper tourist, while Lando struck up conversations with other locals, wanting to find out some details about the town. 

As he held a couple bags of items he bought to remember this trip, Max’s eyes lit up when he spotted a bakery on the other side of the market. 

“Hey, I’m going to check out the bakery over there,” Max pointed. “Grab a couple more treats,” he added. 

Lando nodded, his attention drawn to a colourful display of ripe fruits nearby. “Sounds good, I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” 

The two friends parted ways, Max was enticed by the scent of warm pastries waiting for him while Lando’s mouth watered at the sight of juicy fruits. His trainer had wanted him to stay healthy throughout the break anyways, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

He greeted the vendor and began eyeing the various fruits; plump oranges, crisp apples, perfectly ripe bananas, and more. 

“Good morning! What can I get for you today?” The vendor asked, and Lando thought for a moment before replying. 

“I’ll take some of those oranges, grapes, and oh some apples too, please.” 

The vendor nodded and began putting the fruits into the paper bags, but paused once he bagged both the grapes and oranges. “Forget these apples, get these ones instead,” they said while showcasing another tray of apples that looked very similar. 

“It’s our premium organic apples, the best ones of the bunch.” 

Lando hesitated for a moment, but the vendor’s persuasive tone convinced him that it was a steal. 

To persuade Lando even further, the vendor added, “these ones are special, organic, freshly picked this morning. I’ll give you a good deal, just five dollars for one.” 

Lando blinked in surprise at the price, wondering if a single apple was genuinely five dollars, but then again he never had to do any grocery shopping on his own. Jon would usually bring it for him, or do all the work if they went together. 

Then he reasoned that it must be a rare variety or exceptionally fresh. “Alright, sounds good, give me a couple.” 

Lando happily handed over the money, and thanked the vendor once they passed over the bags. He paused for a moment once he returned to the main street, inhaling the breeze, feeling the tension of his usual everyday life slowly melt away. 

He spotted Max, noticing that he held even more bags than when he previously saw him. As Lando and Max regrouped near the bakery, the latter raved about the variety of treats he bought. “Mate! I think I bought everything.” 

They scanned the bustling market once more, wondering if they should take another look or return to the villa. Max’s gaze wandered towards the seaside, where tranquil waves lapped against the shore. 

“Hey, isn’t that our neighbour from the villa? The one who lives in the cottage?” Max asked, gaining Lando’s attention. 

He followed Max’s gaze and spotted you sitting alone on a bench gazing out at the sparkling sea. Recognition dawned on Lando’s face as he remembered you from yesterday. “Yeah, it is, should I go say hi?” 

Max considered it for a moment, glancing back at the path towards the villa before turning to Lando with a shrug. “Sure, why not? I’ll head back to the villa; catch up later yeah?” 

Lando nodded, grateful for Max’s understanding. “Are you sure you’ll be fine with carrying all that?” He asked jokingly, gesturing at the bags he held. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, nudging him with his shoulder. 

Lando walked off with a chuckle, “see ya.” 

His laughter died down as he approached you, noticing that your gaze was still fixed on the horizon as if you were searching for answers in the endless expanse of the sea. Perhaps you were, and he felt slightly guilty for approaching you, especially since you were far away from the rest of the crowd. 

However, before he could abort the idea, you glanced to the side, looking at him with confusion replacing your previous expressions. 

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, flashing a friendly smile as he stood there, pointing to the empty space next to you. 

Your eyes clouded with a mixture of weariness and suspicion. "Suit yourself," you replied, your tone curt.

Undeterred by your guarded demeanor, Lando took a seat beside you, his curiosity piqued by the enigmatic stranger before him. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" he ventured, attempting to break the ice.

You scoffed, a bitter edge creeping into your voice. "I suppose," you muttered, your gaze returning to the horizon.

Sensing the walls you had erected around yourself, Lando decided to tread carefully, unwilling to push too hard too soon. He placed the bag of fruits on the grass before extending his hand in greeting. "I'm Lando," he introduced himself. 

You hesitated for a moment before reluctantly accepting his handshake and introduced yourself, offering a tentative smile that failed to reach your eyes.

He repeated your name, wanting to become familiar with the way the vowels wrapped around his lips because he had a feeling that he would be saying your name a lot more often now. 

Despite the initial awkwardness, Lando found himself drawn to you, intrigued by the mystery that shrouded your presence. He wondered why you were sitting here alone when there was a crowded market not too far away from here, but he didn’t have the strength to ask just yet. 

He leaned against the bench, sighing as he watched the horizon just like you were. However, it became difficult to choose if the seaside view was prettier or you. He didn’t want you to think he was a creep, so he stole some glances at you every couple of moments without you knowing. 

As you sat in companionable silence, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, preventing the situation from feeling awkward. 

“How long have you lived in this town?” Lando asked, but the moment he did, he thought that it was too intrusive. 

He waited, one beat, two beats, before you responded. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” you admitted. 

A small smile threatened to grace your lips as you thought of the happier memories you’ve spent here, the ones before the news that turned you into a shell of the person you were once. 

“This town has always been home to me,” you added. 

Lando’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really? That’s amazing,” he exclaimed, genuine interest sparkling in his eyes. But then his brows furrowed, “have you never felt like leaving this place behind? Move somewhere in the city?” 

You pressed your lips together in a tight smile, thinking of a response that wasn’t along the lines of I did want to leave. I had plans and dreams of studying abroad, living in the city, but fate had a different plan. Instead, you shrugged, “no, I’ve never thought about it before. I guess I like the community here, you know, everyone knows everyone.” 

He chuckled, “that can’t be a good thing all the time though.” 

You shook your head, “not always, news travels around pretty fast.” Feeling a tad bit intrigued by him, you asked, “so what made you come here?” 

“The villa. It’s my friend’s family’s villa and he lent it out for a couple weeks,” he explained, causing you to widen your eyes. “Oh, so you’re my neighbour?” 

He ducked his head and smiled sheepishly, “yeah, that’s, um, kind of why I approached you in the first place.” 

As the conversation ebbed between you and Lando, a comfortable silence settled over the two of you, punctuated only by the rhythmic sounds of waves crashing against the shore. 

After a while, Lando cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Hey, I was wondering… since you’re a local and all, would you mind showing me and a friend around town?” he asked, a hopeful smile on his face. 

When you didn’t answer right away, he continued explaining. “We’ve never been here before, and since we’re here for two weeks, I want to know every hidden gem and secret spot here, something less touristy.” 

You could tell that he was beginning to become nervous, especially based on your expression which you assumed wasn’t kind. You forced a smile on your face, instinctively grazing his knee with your palm that wouldn’t stop bouncing up and down. 

“Yeah, I’ll show you guys around,” you responded, and the warmth of your tone sent a ripple of excitement through Lando. 

His smile widened, “thank you! I went by the market today but I feel like I should have someone giving me a little bit more direction on what to do here.” 

“Oh you went to the market? Buy anything?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation flowing as well, especially since you liked hearing him speak. 

Lando gestured to the paper bag resting on the floor, “I got a couple fruits. Max, my friend, stocked up on the pastries from the bakery there. He already fell in love with them.” 

You didn’t stop the smile growing on your face. “I totally get that, anything from that bakery is to die for.” 

But then you glanced at the bag he held, and watching your gaze, he elaborated. “I got these organic apples, the vendor said they were giving me a pretty good deal, five dollars each.” 

Your jaw dropped, “five dollars each? You totally got scammed.”

Lando’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Scammed? What do you mean?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. 

“No one sells a single apple for $5, Lando, no matter how ‘organic’ they tell you it is,” you explain, but based on his expression, he still didn’t understand why. 

Although his eyes did widen as he examined the contents. Now that he thought about it, the prices on the fruit seemed exorbitant, far beyond what he thought Jon paid. 

“Everyone in this town bargains, especially in the market,” you added, and he frowned. 

“I don’t need to bargain.” 

You shook your head. “I’m sure you’re rich enough, but the point is that every vendor marks up the price because they know the locals bargain. The public is happy because they bargained, and the vendor is satisfied because the products still sell at a good price.” 

He nodded in understanding, “oh, that’s weird, usually you just pay the price on the tag.” 

“Well that’s the thing, there aren’t any tags, the vendors just set the prices, and they also mark it up if they know that you’re a tourist.” 

His jaw dropped in surprise, “what? That’s not fair.” 

“And that is why you need to know your way around here,” you added, earning a smile from him. 

“That’s why you’re my tour guide.” 

You looked at the horizon as his gaze felt too intense in that moment. He still looked at you, a soft smile on his face mixed with lingering curiosity about you and this town that seemed to draw him in instantly. 

Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind you. “Hey, I’m all done, let’s go back home now?” 

You turned to see Isaac standing with his hands full of produce he bought for dinner, but a curious expression on his face as he noticed Lando next to you. 

“Um, yeah, did you get everything?” You ask as you stand up, and your brother immediately holds out his arm so you can loop your own with his. 

“Yes ma’am, I bought everything on the list,” he said playfully. 

Before he could lead you away, you patted his arm and glanced at Lando, “oh, this is Lando, our neighbour, at the villa.” 

Your brother’s eyes flickered with recognition as he glanced at Lando. “Ah, yes, nice to meet you, I’m Isaac.” 

The corner of Lando’s lip turned up briefly, before he nodded, “same here.” 

The afternoon sun was shining, yet it was cooler than earlier, making the journey back towards your street easier. The market had an influx of visitors since many preferred to stay at home when the morning heat was ablaze. 

Since the three of you were headed in the same direction, you decided to walk together. You walked side by side with your brother, your arm still looped with his. Lando had taken the liberty to carry a couple bags that Isaac held. 

Lando walked a couple steps ahead, as if he was the local and you were the tourist. You didn’t mind it though, because his gaze confused you. Every time he looked at you, he was either close to figuring out your secrets or he was just blissfully unaware.  

He was still a stranger, and you had no plans on telling him anything more than you had to. 

As you walked, the lively chatter of the market gradually faded into the background, replaced by the soothing sounds of the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. 

Despite the tranquility of the moment, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of your mind. Lando’s presence just a couple steps in front of you felt both comforting and disconcerting, his easy demeanour belaying the mystery that seemed to arise at times. 

You thought back to your conversation at the bench, not finding anything concerning about the questions he asked or the responses to yours, but you couldn’t help but still feel on edge. Perhaps you wanted to trust him, but your mind didn’t allow it as easily as your heart willed you to. 

Isaac couldn’t resist teasing you, nudging your side with his elbow and tilting his head towards Lando. 

“So what’s the deal with you and the new neighbour, huh?” he whispered, keeping his voice down to prevent Lando from hearing him. 

You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at his arm. “Oh, please. There’s no deal, we just met today.” 

Isaac raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Uh-huh, sure. But I think you’ll be seeing him a lot more often now, don’t you think so?” 

You nodded, “well he does live nearby, and he wants me to be a tour guide for him and his friend, Max, for the time they’re here.” 

He chuckled, his grin widening. “That’s very convenient. But I think you’ve got an admirer.” 

You scoffed, trying to brush off his teasing. “Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just being friendly.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, we’ll see what happens in the next couple of days,” he stated as he draped an arm around your shoulder which only lasted a couple seconds before you pushed him away. 

Since he wasn’t satisfied with just teasing you, he joined Lando’s side, instantly striking up a conversation. “So, Lando, enjoying your stay in our little town so far?” 

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Definitely, it’s been a refreshing change of scenery.” 

They continued on, speaking as if they knew each other for years.

As you neared the cottage, Lando handed Isaac the paper bags and bid you farewell. “Thanks for the company today, I’ll see you guys around.” 

With a nod and a wave, you and Isaac made your way inside, leaving the events of the day behind you as you retreated into the sanctuary of your shared abode. 

—

As the late morning sun filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your sleep, greeted by the familiar routine that marks the start of another day. The soft chirping of birds and faint chatter outside your window served as your alarm, nudging you gently into wakefulness.

You slid out of bed and padded over to the window, drawing back the curtains to reveal the tranquil scene outside. The small seaside town unfolded before you, bathed in the soft glow of morning light. It was a picturesque sight, one that you've grown accustomed to over the years.

With a sigh, you turned away from the window and began your morning routine. It's a well-worn pattern by now – first, you head to the bathroom to wash up and brush your teeth, the sound of running water a familiar soundtrack to your mornings.

Next comes the more clinical aspect of your routine. You reached for the small plastic organizer on the bathroom counter, filled with an assortment of medications neatly arranged in separate compartments. Your brother's voice echoed in your mind as you recalled his daily reminder to take your pills – a routine that has become as routine as brushing your teeth.

You dutifully pop each pill into your mouth, washing them down with a gulp of water. It's a mundane task, but one that is essential to your well-being. You've grown accustomed to the bitter taste of the medication, the lingering reminder of your illness that you can't escape.

Once the pills are swallowed, you move on to the next item on your checklist. Your brother's voice drifts in from the hallway, asking if you've taken your medication yet. You respond with a simple "yes," the words slipping easily from your lips.

As you go about your morning routine, there's a sense of detachment that settles over you – a feeling of going through the motions without really being present. It's a coping mechanism, a way to distance yourself from the reality of your illness and the uncertainty that comes with it.

But despite the clinical nature of your routine, there's a quiet determination that drives you forward. Each pill swallowed, each task completed is a small victory in the ongoing battle against your illness, however it’s a battle that you’re not sure if you’ll win or not. 

You finish your morning routine and join Isaac in the kitchen, where he’s already preparing breakfast. He glances up at you as you enter, a warm smile on his face. 

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greets you, handing you a mug of steaming coffee, your one and only cup a day according to doctor’s orders. 

Still lost in your thoughts, you burn your tongue as you take the first sip. Isaac eyes you carefully, a hint of concern in his gaze as you grab an ice cube and stick it in your mouth. 

“You doing okay?” he asks, his voice soft. 

You force a smile, hoping to reassure him. Pushing the ice cube towards your cheek, you speak, “yeah, just another day.” 

“Just another day? Don’t you have to show Lando and Max around?” He asks, but quickly shifts his gaze to the egg on the pan. 

You nod, grateful for the distraction from your thoughts. "Yeah, I do. I almost forgot," you reply, mentally shaking off the lingering unease that had gripped you earlier.

Isaac watches you closely, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. "Are you sure you're up for it?" he asks, his tone gentle.

You give him a reassuring smile, trying to push aside the gnawing doubts that linger at the back of your mind. 

"I'll be fine," you insist, though the words sound hollow even to your own ears. “I’m thinking of showing them around some of the touristy spots first to get it out of the way, and then some historical sites if they’re up for it,” you explain, making a mental checklist. 

He nods, accepting your answer for now. "Just take it easy, okay? And call me if you need anything," he says, reaching out to squeeze your hand.

You squeeze his hand back, grateful for his unwavering support. "Thanks, Isaac," you murmur, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you in his presence.

Together, you and Isaac finish your breakfast in companionable silence, the weight of the upcoming day lingering in the air. But there was a hint of excitement brewing in your mind once you were reminded of your neighbours, and perhaps it’ll distract you from your usual thoughts. 

Meanwhile, Lando dashed around his room, wearing only a pair of pants, his movements quick and purposeful as he rummaged through his suitcase, searching for the perfect shirt for the day ahead. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, his brow furrowing in frustration as he realized how quickly time was slipping away.

"Max, are you almost ready?" he called out, his voice tinged with urgency.

From the living room, Max's relaxed voice drifted back. "Yeah, just taking my time. No rush, right?"

Lando rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as he continued his frantic search for the right outfit. He held up a full sleeved sweatshirt against himself, judging the shirt in the mirror.

“No, too hot,” he muttered to himself and tossed the garment aside. He continued shuffling through the suitcase, not having the time to unpack completely. 

Then he held up a simpler t-shirt, considering it for a moment before shaking his head. “Too casual,” he mumbled, discarding it onto the growing pile of rejected clothes. 

With a sense of growing frustration, Lando finally spotted a light, airy button-down shirt that seemed suitable for the warm weather. He quickly slipped it on, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as the fabric settled comfortably against his skin. 

Satisfied with his choice, Lando turns his attention to his hair, running his fingers through his unruly curls in an attempt to tame them into some semblance of order. After a few futile attempts, he huffed and searched around for his beloved bucket hat, placing it on his head to prevent putting more effort into his hair. 

Glancing at himself in the mirror, he straightened his shirt and adjusted his hat. As a final touch, Lando grabbed his sunglasses and hastily shoved them in his pocket, then grabbed his phone and wallet before heading out of the room. 

As he entered the living room, Lando found Max lounging on the couch, seemingly unperturbed by the passing time. "C'mon, mate, we're gonna be late because of you," Lando chided, his tone laced with exasperation.

Max shrugged nonchalantly, a lazy grin playing across his lips. "She didn't give you a time."

Lando resisted the urge to roll his eyes, his frustration mounting with each passing second. "I know, but she's taking time out of her day to show us around. We need to be respectful."

Max chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow as he regarded Lando with amusement. "You asked her to show us around, you didn't need to."

Lando sighed, his patience wearing thin. "She's a local, Max. It's important to make a good impression."

Max's grin widened, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Is that all what she is?"

Soon enough, Max decided to spare his best friend from further frustration and went upstairs to get dressed. 

While he did so, Lando thought about Max’s question, which he left unanswered. You were a mere stranger, yet after meeting you yesterday, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Lando instantly sat up after a moment, looking around the room and spotting his digital camera sitting on the table nearby. He picked it up by the straps of the bag, wanting to take as many photos of the events of today as he could. 

The sound of footsteps echoed from upstairs, and soon Max reappeared, clad in a fresh set of clothes. He flashed a grin before taking his phone back from Lando. 

“Finally ready?” Lando teased, looking up at him. 

Max rolled his eyes, “yes.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair before asking, “what’s the plan for today?” 

Lando shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “that’s for our lovely tour guide to decide.” 

With a nod of agreement, Lando walked beside Max as they left the villa together. 

Their footsteps crunched echoed softly against the cobblestone path. The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the landscape, illuminating the streets as it was at the highest peak. As they made their way down the path, they spotted you stepping out of the cottage, a faint smile on your face as you headed towards them. 

“Hey, look who’s here,” Max remarked, nudging Lando with his elbow. 

Lando grinned in return, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Hi,” he muttered as you stood in front of him. 

You were quickly introduced to Max, and exchanged greetings before leading the way down the street. 

“So, where are we off to today?” Max asked, his gaze looking around before returning back to you. 

“Well, I thought we could start with a stroll through the town square,” you suggested, gesturing towards the many narrow streets. “Then, I’ll show you around a couple historic spots?” You asked, pausing and looking at them for a reaction. 

Lando nodded in agreement, “sounds like a plan, lead the way, tour guide.” 

With a playful grin, you set off towards the heart of the town, Lando and Max falling into step beside you. 

As you lead Lando and Max through the winding streets of the town, each building you pass enveloped you in a sense of nostalgia. Each cobblestone path seemed to hold a story, whispered through the intricate architecture and vibrant colours of houses. 

“You see that old bookstore over there?” you pointed, a smile playing on your lips. “It’s been here for generations, and they have the most fascinating collection of rare books.” 

Lando’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as he glanced at the bookstore. “I’ll have to check it out then,” he stated. 

“Avid reader?” You asked, walking side by side. 

He shook his head, “not at all, but there has to be something fascinating if you like it.” 

You chuckled at his response, focusing your gaze ahead as you felt your cheeks redden. “Well, I worked there as a teen, and from my experience, it’s always worth exploring.” 

Lando nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on the bookstore as you passed by it. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Max fell a couple of steps behind as he watched the interaction between you and Lando. Then he quickly caught up to his best friend, nudging him gently to gain his attention. “You know I’m here too, right?” 

Lando rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah, I know.” 

As you led the way through the bustling crowd, Lando and Max trailed behind you, keeping close to ensure they didn’t lose sight of you amidst the throng of people. Along the winding streets, you were greeted by familiar faces, the locals calling out your name and exchanging warm greetings as you passed by. 

Lando eagerly captured every picturesque moment with his camera. Occasionally, he would lower the camera to observe you as you engaged in conversations with strangers, raising the camera to his eye once more to capture candid moments of your interactions with them.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, you pointed out hidden gems nestled in the nooks and crannies of the town. From cozy art galleries adorned with vibrant paintings to antique shops filled with treasures of bygone eras, each discovery added to the tapestry of the town’s charm. 

With each step, you shared tidbits of local history and anecdotes, painting a vivid picture of life in the town. Lando and Max listened attentively, their eyes alight with curiosity as they soaked in the sights and sounds of the vibrant community. 

Walking down the narrow streets, you pointed out the historic clock tower and the old, abandoned church beside it. You mentioned that it was the oldest structure in town and pushed open the wooden doors.

Max looked around, intrigued. The interior had a musty scent mixed with faint incense, and sunlight streamed through stained glass, casting colorful patterns. He admired the architecture, understanding why it was cherished.

As you explored, you shared the tower’s history, noting its construction by skilled craftsmen from distant towns. The vaulted ceilings and stone pillars added to the sense of reverence. You paused, letting Max and Lando roam.

They were captivated by the church’s history and beauty, momentarily forgetting the outside world. Emerging into the sunlight, they exchanged awed glances, touched by the experience. It was a moment they would remember.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?” Lando asked, glancing down at his camera and scrolling through the photos before looking up at you. 

You grinned, “well there’s a garden not too far from here. It’s the perfect place to unwind and enjoy the beauty of nature.” 

Max’s eyes lit up with excitement, “yes, please, that sounds amazing.” 

With a laugh, you led them along winding pathways lined with vibrant blooms leading towards the tranquil garden. 

Max let out a contented sigh, “this place is amazing.” 

You smiled, gesturing towards a cluster of vibrant flowers. “There’s something magical about it.” 

Lando nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the picturesque surroundings. “Definitely worth the visit,” he remarked, raising his camera to capture the beauty around him. 

The tranquility of the garden seemed to envelop you, wrapping you in a sense of peace and serenity. Tall trees cast dappled shadows across the well-tended lawns, providing relief from the midday sun. The air was alive with the melodious chirping of birds and the occasional buzz of bees flitting from blossom to blossom. 

The garden was a lush oasis, meticulously landscaped with winding pathways that meandered among vibrant flower beds and verdant shrubbery. 

Max glanced at the pond, where a family of ducks paddled lazily. "Hey, check out those ducks," he exclaimed, pointing towards the water. "They look so peaceful."

You chuckled, nodding towards a nearby bench. "Let's take a seat and enjoy the view," you suggested.

As you sat on the stone bench, a sense of calm washed over you, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds creating a soothing melody. Max and Lando joined you, their expressions reflecting a similar sense of contentment.

Water lilies floated gracefully on top of the clear waters, their delicate blooms adding a touch of elegance to the scene. 

"This is nice," Max remarked, leaning back against the bench. "Thanks for bringing us here."

Lando nodded, his gaze drifting across the garden. "Yeah, it's a hidden gem," he agreed. "I never would've found it on my own."

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at sharing this special place with your neighbours. "I'm glad you both like it," you said warmly. "There's so much beauty to discover in this town if you know where to look."

As Lando admired the blooming flowers around him, his eyes settled on a particularly vibrant flower. With a grin, he plucked it from its stem, carefully holding it between his fingers.

"Hey, can I?" he asked, gesturing towards your hair with a playful twinkle in his eye.

You chuckled, nodding in amusement. "Sure, go ahead," you replied, tilting your head slightly to give him better access.

Lando leaned towards you with a grin, gently tucking the flower behind your ear. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers brushing against your skin as he adjusted the placement of the bloom.

"There," he said with satisfaction, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Looks perfect."

You couldn't help but smile at the gesture, feeling a warmth spread through you at the simple yet thoughtful gesture. "Thank you," you said softly, meeting Lando's gaze with appreciation.

You picked out another flower, holding it in front of him with a small smile. “My turn?” 

Lando chuckled, leaning forward and allowing you to place the flower behind his ear. His gaze remained steady on your face, watching as you stuck the tip of your tongue out between your lips in concentration. 

Leaning back, you looked at him with a smile. “There, now we match.” 

“I see how it is,” Max grumbled from beside you, earning a chuckle from you and Lando. 

Simultaneously, you and Lando picked out a couple of flowers, and placed them in his hair, his curls holding it steady. 

“Cute,” you commented once you completed the masterpiece with the last flower. Max laughed as he looked at himself in his phone camera, snapping a selfie for memories before telling you and Lando to join. 

Your face was squished between Lando and Max’s faces, both men displaying a cheesy grin for the photo, making you join in as well. 

As the gentle breeze ruffled through the garden, Lando turned towards you with a curious glint in his eyes. “Are there any other magical places you want to show us?” 

You pondered for a moment, considering the myriad of hidden gems scattered throughout the town. “Well, there’s one more spot I have in mind,” you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

Max perked up at the mention of another adventure, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’m in, lead the way.” 

With a nod, you rose from the bench, the flower in your hair swaying gently with the movement. “Let’s go,” you said, gesturing for Max and Lando to join you as you embarked on the next part of your journey. 

As you led Max and Lando out of the garden, the thought of another special place lingered in your mind. The lighthouse, with its storied history and breathtaking views, beckoned to you like a beacon in the distance. 

Lost in thought, you considered whether to reveal this cherished spot to your neighbours. The lighthouse held a special significance for you, a place of solace and reflection that you rarely shared with others. But something about Max and Lando’s genuine curiosity and enthusiasm stirred something within you, prompting you to entertain the idea of introducing them to this hidden gem. 

With a flicker of determination, you made up your mind. The lighthouse would be the perfect finale to your tour, a fitting conclusion to a day filled with discovery and adventure. 

As you neared the lighthouse, it stood tall against the sky, looking sturdy and ancient. Lando seemed really excited, his eyes wide as he took it all in. Max looked a bit unsure, especially when he saw the stairs leading up. 

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” you said softly once you saw Lando’s expression, feeling a sense of awe yourself. 

He nodded eagerly, clearly impressed. “Yeah, it’s really cool,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. 

“Are we going up there?” Max asked, a hint of apprehension creeping into his voice as he surveyed the towering structure. 

You nodded, a sense of reverence washing over you as you gazed up at the weathered bricks and the solitary lateen perched at the top of the lighthouse. “Yes, it’s probably my favourite spot in this entire town.” 

But Max seemed hesitant, eyeing the stairs with doubt. “I’m not too sure about this,” he admitted quietly. 

You understood his feelings and wanted to reassure him. “That’s okay, Max,” you said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We don’t have to climb all the way up if you don’t want to. We can still explore around here.” 

Max glanced at Lando, “actually you know what? you guys should go up.” Max said suddenly, giving you a nod, “I’ll stay down here.” 

You frowned, “are you sure? I can show you around elsewhere.” 

But Max shook his head, “yeah, I’m sure. I know Lando really wants to check it out and I don’t wanna hold you guys back.” 

“You’re gonna miss out, mate, just c’mon it’s a couple stairs,” Lando tried to convince his best friend. 

He shook his head, “a couple? Looks like a lot, no, I’m good.” 

With a final nod of reassurance, you and Lando headed towards the first couple of stairs, leaving Max behind. As you began the trek upwards, your comment from earlier intrigued Lando. “Why is this your favourite spot?” 

“People don’t come here often, perhaps it’s because of the story behind it,” you replied, your words tinged with a hint of mystery. 

“What, is it haunted or something?” He asked, a skeptical look crossing his face. 

You shook your head, a wistful smile playing on your lips. “Legend says that this lighthouse is haunted, but I believe it’s just a tragic love story,” you explained. 

“A love story? Do tell,” Lando urged, his curiosity piqued. 

“It was decades ago, the story passed on from neighbour to neighbour, so I’m not exactly sure which parts are true,” you forewarned. 

Lando smiled, “and you’re passing it on to your neighbour.” 

You glanced back at him, pausing for a moment so he could catch up, standing on the same step as you, just a tad bit taller. You didn’t realize how narrow the staircase was until he was standing beside you, since you’ve only ever come here alone. 

The air was heavy with the scent of salt and sea, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore echoed faintly in the distance. Lando's eyes scanned your face, patiently waiting to hear the story. 

You cleared your throat, looking away from him. "You see, there was once a young couple who sought refuge in this lighthouse," you began, your voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, recounting an old tale. "They were not from noble families or romance novels, but rather ordinary people with ordinary lives."

Lando leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued by the hint of mystery in your voice, causing you to shift on your feet but still remaining in the same spot, almost pressed against the wall beside you. 

"The young man was a fisherman, his days spent toiling away on the sea, his hands calloused from years of hard work," you continued, your words painting a picture of a life marked by struggle and perseverance. "And the young woman was a seamstress, her fingers nimble with the needle and thread, her dreams tempered by the harsh realities of life."

Lando's gaze softened with empathy as he imagined the challenges faced by the young couple. 

"But despite the hardships they endured, their love burned fiercely, a flame that refused to be extinguished by the storms of life," you said, your voice tinged with admiration for the resilience of the human spirit. "They would steal moments together in the quiet solitude of the lighthouse, finding solace in each other's arms amidst the chaos of the world."

Lando's heart swelled with warmth at the thought of such a simple yet profound love. You cleared your throat once you saw a hint of his smile, turning away and continuing your trek up the stairs while continuing the story. 

"But their happiness was fleeting, as life has a way of testing even the strongest of bonds," you continued, your voice growing somber as you recounted the challenges faced by the young couple. "Their days were filled with hardship and uncertainty, their dreams overshadowed by the harsh realities of poverty."

Lando followed after you, his breath caught in his throat as he listened, his heart heavy with the weight of the young couple's struggles. 

"And so, when tragedy struck and the young man was lost at sea, the young woman was left alone to face the cruel hand of fate," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of the wind howling through the lighthouse. "Her grief was a burden too heavy to bear, her tears a testament to the depth of her sorrow."

Tears welled in Lando's eyes as he imagined the young woman's pain. 

"And though the years passed and the world moved on, the lighthouse remained standing as a silent witness to the love that once flourished within its walls," you concluded, your voice tinged with a sense of reverence for the enduring legacy of the young couple. "Their spirits may have faded into the mists of time, but their love lives on in the whispers of the wind and the crashing of the waves, a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, love can be a guiding light."

Lando remained silent, his heart heavy with the weight of the young couple's story, as he pondered the fragile nature of love and the enduring power of human resilience in the face of adversity.

“You’re not making this up, are you?” He asked, just to be sure, but once he didn’t see you burst out laughing, he knew the answer. 

"Legend has it that their spirits linger within these walls, bound by an eternal love that transcends the confines of time," you explained. "They say the light still flickers on stormy nights, a beacon of hope in the darkness, as if she's searching for her lost love amidst the crashing waves."

As you and Lando continued climbing the spiral staircase, the wooden steps creaked beneath your feet, each groan echoing through the hollow chamber like a whispered secret. The air grew cooler as you ascended, a faint scent of salt lingering in the air, a reminder of the vast expanse of ocean that stretched out beyond the horizon.

With each step, the world outside faded away, replaced by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the narrow windows, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the worn stone walls. Lando's footsteps fell in sync with yours, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the swirling emotions that stirred within you.

As you reach the top of the lighthouse, a sense of awe washed over you, the panoramic view of the coastline stretching out before you like a painting come to life. The sea stretched out endlessly, its surface shimmering in the sunlight, while seagulls soared overhead, their cries mingling with the distant roar of the waves. It’s a sight you’ve seen many times, but every time still feels like the first. 

Lando stood beside you, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his expression a mixture of wonder and awe. For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the weight of the young couple's story hanging heavy in the air, a reminder of the fragile nature of love and the enduring power of human resilience.

As the light of the setting sun bathed the world in a warm golden glow, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you, a quiet acceptance of the mysteries that lay hidden within the depths of the human heart.

With a soft sigh, you turned to Lando, a small smile playing on your lips. "Isn't it beautiful?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando nodded, his eyes shining with a newfound appreciation for the simple beauty of the world around him. "It's breathtaking," he agreed, his voice tinged with emotion.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting vibrant hues of orange and pink across the sky, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the breathtaking beauty of the sunset. The world seemed to slow down, the cares and worries of the day fading away as you stood transfixed by the natural spectacle unfolding before you.

But as the sky darkened and the first stars began to twinkle overhead, a pang of realization cut through the tranquil moment. It was almost nighttime, which meant it was time for your pills. You glanced at your watch, a flicker of anxiety fluttering in your chest as you calculated the minutes ticking away.

For a brief moment, you considered the consequences of being late in taking your medication. The regimen was strict, the consequences dire if you missed a dose. But as you looked at Lando standing beside you, gazing at you,  his eyes reflecting the colors of the setting sun, a different thought crossed your mind.

Maybe, just this once, it was worth it to be a little late. Maybe, in this moment of shared beauty and connection, the rules could be bent just enough to allow you to savor the fleeting magic of the evening.

With a soft smile, you tucked the thought away, allowing yourself to linger a little while longer in the warm embrace of the sunset. 

“Stay like that,” Lando instructed with a pointed finger at you. 

“Like what?” You mumbled. 

“Don’t move a muscle,” he hastily replied, holding the straps of the camera that was hung around his neck, quickly turning it on and pointing at you. 

“You look beautiful in this light,” He stated, slightly gesturing to his camera before raising it. 

A tint of blush covered your cheeks but you didn’t prevent him from taking a photo of you. 

Remaining still, you heard the shutter click, once, twice, and even a third time before he was satisfied with the result. 

“What are you going to do with those photos?” You ask, remembering that he’s taken quite a lot of them today, of all the different sceneries. 

“Put 'em in an album, you know, for memories, and I can’t forget my favourite tour guide,” he said with a cheeky grin. 

“Favourite? That’s quite a title for only the first day,” you teased with a smile, leaning against the railing, choosing to look at Lando instead of the setting sun. 

“You know how to make a good impression, it’s hard not to call you my favourite.” 

You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Well, I'm glad I could leave a good impression," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Lando grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You've done more than that," he said, his voice softening. "You've shown us a side of this town that we never would've discovered on our own."

You felt a swell of pride at his words, grateful for the opportunity to share your hometown with new friends. "I'm just happy I could show you around," you said sincerely.

As the last rays of sunlight faded into darkness, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from Lando's, the moment of connection lingering in the air between you. "I suppose we should head back now," you said, a hint of regret coloring your voice.

Lando hesitated but nodded in agreement, “can’t keep Max waiting this long.” 

But before you could move, he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you, for everything," he said softly, his eyes searching yours.

You felt your heart skip a beat at his touch, a rush of warmth flooding through you at the intimate gesture. "You're welcome," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a lingering smile, Lando turned and started back towards the path, leaving you standing alone on the balcony, your thoughts swirling with a heady mix of emotions. Shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, you followed him down the steps. 

“Mate, it’s good that you didn’t come, she said it’s haunted.” You heard Lando’s voice, speaking to Max. 

When you came into his view, Max looked at you with widened eyes, “haunted?” 

You shrugged, looking at Lando, “it’ll make for a good bedtime story, don’t you think?” 

Max started shaking his head, but Lando nodded, “I’ll be sure to tell him right before he gets a good night’s sleep.” 

On the way back home, Lando had been so impressed by your touring skills that he had already started asking about your plans for the next day. With no responsibilities on your schedule, the three of you decided to go hiking on a nearby trail.

As you reached your cottage, the familiar sense of fatigue washed over you, dulling the edges of your excitement from the day’s activities. With a wave and a promise to meet again tomorrow for more adventures, you bid farewell to Lando and Max, watching as they walked off to the villa. 

Once they were out of sight, you allowed your smile to fade, the weight of the day settling heavily on your shoulders. The ache in your joints intensified, a reminder of the illness that lurked beneath the surface, threatening to consume you if you let your guard down. 

Stepping inside the cottage, you were surprised to find Isaac waiting for you in the dimly lit living room. His expression was a mix of concern and mild frustration as he looked up from his book.

"You didn’t take your nightly pills on time," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You know you can’t skip it."

You sighed, the heaviness in your chest feeling almost unbearable. "Isaac, stop acting like our mother," you mumbled, moving past him to the kitchen.

Isaac followed you, not willing to let it go. "I’m serious. You’ve had a long day, and you need to take care of yourself. I don’t want you to overdo it."

Grabbing the bottle of medication from the counter, you turned to face him, irritation mingling with the fatigue in your eyes. "I know, okay? I just wanted one evening where I didn’t have to think about it. Just one."

He watched you with a mix of empathy and helplessness, understanding your need for normalcy but unable to ignore the reality of your condition. "I get it, I really do. But skipping your meds isn’t the way to do it."

With a heavy sigh, you filled a glass with water and downed the pills, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. "Happy now?" you muttered, setting the empty glass down.

Isaac's expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I’m just worried about you," he said quietly.

You nodded, the weight of his concern settling heavily on your shoulders. "I know. I appreciate it, really. It’s just… sometimes it’s hard to keep going like this."

He reached out and squeezed your shoulder gently. "We’ll get through it, together. Just promise me you’ll take it easy tomorrow, okay?"

A faint smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. "Go get some sleep. You’ve been waiting up for me."

Isaac gave you a small, reassuring smile before heading to his room. As you settled into bed, the weight of exhaustion dragging at your limbs, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more days like this lay ahead. The uncertainty of the future loomed large in your mind, casting a shadow over even the simplest moments of joy.

As you drifted off to sleep, your thoughts lingered on Lando and Max. Their arrival felt like a breath of fresh air, a chance to momentarily forget about your illness and embrace a semblance of normalcy. They didn’t know about your condition, which meant they wouldn't look at you with pity or treat you like a fragile doll. Their presence offered a respite from the constant reminders of your limitations, an opportunity to live in the moment and savor each day as it came.

For so long, your life had been governed by routines and restrictions, every decision weighed against the backdrop of your illness. But with Lando and Max, you felt a sense of freedom, an invitation to break away from the chains that bound you. They saw you not as someone fragile, but as a capable guide and a new friend. You wanted to hold onto that feeling, to let their presence remind you of who you were beyond the confines of your diagnosis.

Their energy and zest for life felt like a tonic; lifting your spirits and reigniting your desire to experience the world beyond your illness. With them, you could laugh freely, explore without fear, and simply be yourself without constantly worrying. Yet, there was a lingering guilt that gnawed at you, a silent whisper that you were using them, exploiting their company to escape your reality. 

Despite the joy they brought, this guilt cast a shadow over your newfound happiness. You didn’t want to deceive them or yourself, but the allure of living fully and freely, even for a short while, was too tempting to resist. You resolved to make the most of their visit, using their company as an excuse to live as vibrant as you once did. 

—

The next morning, you moved with practiced stealth, careful not to make a sound as you gathered your hiking gear. The house was still and quiet, the early hour providing a perfect cover for your escape. You knew your brother would disapprove of your plans to go hiking with Lando, so you hoped to slip out before he noticed.

Just as you reached the front door, the sound of footsteps halted your progress. Turning, you saw Isaac standing there, a backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly ready to head out himself. His eyes narrowed as he took in your gear.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Isaac’s voice was tight with concern.

You sighed, knowing this confrontation was inevitable. “I’m going hiking with Lando. It’s just a short trail, nothing too strenuous.”

Isaac’s expression darkened. “Didn’t I tell you to take it easy? When are you going to take care of yourself?”

“What more do you want me to do?” you snapped, your frustration bubbling over. “Should I wrap myself up in bubble wrap and stay in bed until I inevitably die?”

“Don’t say that,” Isaac’s voice wavered, his concern morphing into something deeper and more painful.

“I have to!” you shouted, the dam of pent-up emotions finally breaking. “I have to acknowledge it, to you, to our parents, because while you guys are doing everything in your power to ignore it, it’s still gonna happen whether you like it or not.”

He took a step back, his face pale. “I just want you to be safe.”

“I’m going to die anyways,” you continued, your voice trembling with the weight of your confession. “Whether it’s tomorrow or a couple of weeks later, I’ve accepted that by now. You know why? Because even if I’m alive right now, I’m treated like a fucking corpse. I cannot do a single thing without our mother’s voice in my mind. ‘Oh, don’t stand for too long, don’t walk for too long, take your meds, don’t let your heartbeat speed up, don’t eat this, don’t eat that.’ It’s fucking tiring. Forget her, I can’t even be an older sister anymore for you. For god’s sake, you make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for us. You’re acting as if I can’t lift a single spoon.”

Isaac’s eyes were filled with tears now, but you couldn’t stop. The words poured out, each one a release of years of pent-up frustration and pain. “The entire town knows, Isaac. Any time I go out, I see the pity in their eyes. You know who doesn’t know? Lando and Max. And I have no plans on telling them because they actually treat me like a healthy human, something you guys won’t ever do again.”

You didn’t wait for his response, not allowing him to speak. You walked out the door, letting it close behind you with a finality that echoed your determination. 

When you reached, Lando was already waiting for you by the trailhead, leaning casually against a tree with his backpack at his feet. He waved when he saw you approaching, his smile faltering slightly as he noticed the tension in your posture and the slight frown on your face.

"Hey, there you are!" he called out, his voice bright. "I was starting to think you'd changed your mind."

"Sorry, I'm a bit late," you replied, forcing a smile.

Lando's brow furrowed with concern. "Everything okay?"

You waved it off, not wanting to delve into the argument with Isaac. "Yeah, just had a rough morning. Let's get going, shall we?"

He nodded, still seeming a bit unsure. "Alright, if you say so." He hoisted his backpack over his shoulder and fell into step beside you as you started down the trail.

“Max isn’t joining us today?” you asked as you started the hike.

Lando shrugged playfully. “Nah, he’s not really the hiking type.”

In truth, Lando thought back to the moment he convinced Max to do something else. He had wanted this time alone with you, to get to know you better without any distractions. The way your face lit up when you talked about your favorite places made him want to see more of that joy.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Yeah, he doesn't seem like the outdoorsy type. I guess we'll have to find something else to drag him into."

As you continued along the path, Lando’s closeness became even more evident. He would occasionally place his hand on your back to guide you over rough terrain or hold your hand to help you across a stream. Each touch was gentle yet charged with an energy that made your heart race.

The path wound through a dense forest, dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of pine and the sound of birds chirping. As you walked, the tension from your argument with Isaac began to ease, the peaceful surroundings and Lando's infectious enthusiasm slowly lifting your spirits.

"Maybe we can convince him to join us on a beach day or something," Lando said, his thoughts lingering on how much he enjoyed these moments alone with you. "But honestly, I'm kinda glad it's just the two of us today. More time to get to know my favorite tour guide."

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, the compliment warming you from the inside. “Still your favorite tour guide, huh?”

He shrugged playfully. "The competition is tough, but you’re always coming out on top. Besides, I figured I needed some one-on-one time to really experience what this town has to offer."

As the trail began to climb, you focused on your breathing, matching your pace to Lando's. The conversation drifted to lighter topics, and you found yourself relaxing more with each step. The forest opened up to a meadow filled with wildflowers, the colors vivid and bright under the morning sun.

Lando knelt down to take a photo of a particularly vibrant patch of flowers. "This place is incredible. How do you know all these hidden spots?"

"I've lived here my whole life," you said, watching him as he adjusted the focus on his camera. "Spent a lot of time exploring."

"Must be nice," he said, standing up and looking around. "Having all this beauty right in your backyard."

"Yeah, it is," you replied, though your thoughts drifted back to the times you wanted to leave this place. "Sometimes you take it for granted until you share it with someone else."

Eventually, you reached a lookout point with a breathtaking view of the coastline along with the lighthouse you explored yesterday. The ocean stretched out endlessly, waves glittering in the sunlight. Lando pulled out his camera again, capturing the scene and a few candid shots of you taking in the view.

"This is amazing," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Thanks for bringing me here."

You smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment mixed with a pang of guilt. Lando didn’t know the real reason behind your determination to hike today, nor the weight you were trying to escape. 

"You're welcome," you replied. "I'm glad you're here to share it with me."

As you stood there, side by side with Lando, your words said to Isaac still lingered in the back of your mind, wondering if you'd said the wrong thing. You knew that you had to take a stand for yourself, otherwise you’d be pressured into regret, but he’s also your brother and he’s always wanted the best for you. You pushed those thoughts down, determined to make the most of this day as if it was your last. 

With Lando's enthusiasm and the beauty of the surroundings, you found it easier to forget, even if just for a little while, the shadow that always loomed over you.

"So, what's next on our adventure?" Lando asked, breaking the silence.

You laughed softly. "Let's just see where the trail takes us."

Once Lando was satisfied with the amount of photos he took, you began to descend the trail from the lookout point. The path became steeper causing you to walk carefully, trying to focus on your footing. 

The trail wound through another section of dense forest with the ground covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. You and Lando continued to chat, touching upon all sorts of topics. 

Just as you were starting to relax, your foot caught on a hidden root and you found yourself losing balance. Panic surged through you as your ankle twisted painfully. Before you could hit the ground, Lando was there, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you upright. His grip was strong and steady, and you clung to him for a moment, trying to catch your breath and process the sudden burst of pain. 

“Whoa, are you okay?” Lando asked, concern etched on his face as he steadied you. 

You winced, trying to put weight on your ankle and finding it difficult. “I think I twisted my ankle.” 

Lando’s brows furrowed with worry. “Let’s sit down for a minute. Here, lean on me.” 

He guided you to a nearby rock, helping you sit down gently. He knelt in front of you, examining your ankle with a careful touch. “Does it hurt a lot?” 

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from crying out. “Yeah, it does.”

Lando looked around, his face serious. “I think we should head back. I don’t want you to make it worse.”

You sighed, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Lando. I didn’t mean to ruin our hike.”

He shook his head, his expression softening. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Your safety is more important than the hike. Besides, we can always come back another time.”

He helped you stand, supporting your weight as you gingerly tested your injured ankle. With his arm around your waist, you felt a mixture of gratitude and awkwardness, acutely aware of his closeness and the concern in his eyes.

As you slowly made your way back down the trail, Lando stayed close, his grip on you firm but gentle. His presence was comforting, and despite the pain, you felt a sense of connection with him that was hard to ignore.

Back at the trailhead, Lando leads you towards his car, surprising you. “When did you get a car?” 

“Figured I’d rent one while I’m here, just so we don’t have to walk everywhere,” Lando shrugged as he explained. 

He helped you into his car, making sure you were comfortable before getting in himself. He started the car, casting quick glances at you to ensure you were alright. The engine’s hum was a soothing background noise as he navigated the road back to town. 

“You know,” he began, trying to lighten the mood, “I think this might be the first hike I’ve been on where we didn’t make it to the top.”

You chuckled softly, appreciating his effort to keep things light. “There’s a first for everything, I guess.”

He smiled, eyes focused on the road. “Yeah, and now we have an excuse to do it again. When you’re feeling better, of course.”

You leaned back, the pain in your ankle dulling slightly with the rest. “I appreciate that, Lando. And I promise, next time, no hidden roots.”

He laughed, a genuine sound that made you feel a bit better about the whole situation. “Deal.”

As you pulled into the town, Lando’s concern was still evident. “Do you want to go straight to the clinic, or should we stop by your place first?”

“Home is fine,” you replied. “I’ll just need some ice and rest.”

Lando nodded, driving directly to your house. He parked and quickly came around to help you out. With his support, you hobbled across the driveway to the front door, quickly finding your keys and entering. 

Inside, you settled on the couch while Lando fetched some ice from the kitchen with your directions. He elevated your foot, resting it on a cushion before gently placing the ice pack on your ankle. “Keep this on for a while,” he instructed, earning a chuckle from you. 

“Okay, Doctor Lando.” You winced slightly at the cold but knew it was necessary. “Thank you,” you muttered softly as he joined you on the couch. 

“Hey, what are friends for?” He shot back.

You raised your eyebrows. “When did we become friends?” you asked teasingly. 

Without a beat, he responded, “from the moment you told me I got scammed.” 

You shook your head with a smile on your face. His genuine care and the connection you felt during the hike was undeniable. Despite the pain and the day’s mishap, you still enjoyed it all. 

As you both sat there, the sun beginning to set outside, you felt a strange sense of peace. Maybe you couldn’t control everything about your condition, but you could control how you spent your time. Right now, with Lando by your side, you felt like you were making the most of it. 

“How about we watch a movie?” Lando suggested, breaking the comfortable silence. “Something to take your mind off things.” 

“That sounds perfect,” you agreed. 

As the movie started, you felt the tension of the day begin to fade, replaced by a warm sense of contentment. As the soft glow of the television cast a warm light across the room, you heard the front door creak open. You tensed slightly, knowing it was Isaac. The memory of your heated argument from earlier that morning returned to your mind like it was fresh, and you weren’t sure how he would react to finding Lando here. 

Isaac stepped into the living room, his eyes flicking between you and Lando, and then down to your ankle propped up with an ice pack. His brows furrowed in surprise, and his look spoke volumes — a silent “I told you so” about taking it too far.

“Hey,” Isaac said, his tone carefully neutral as he addressed Lando. “What’s going on here?”

“Hey,” Lando responded, sensing the tension but keeping his tone friendly. “We went hiking, and she twisted her ankle.”

Isaac’s eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of concern and frustration flashing across his face. “I see.”

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling the need to explain but also not wanting to escalate the situation. “It’s just a sprain, Isaac. Lando’s been helping me out.”

Isaac nodded curtly, his gaze softening slightly but still clearly worried. “Thanks, mate,” he addressed Lando. 

He started towards the kitchen, clearly not wanting to prolong the conversation but not ignoring your presence either.

You watched him go, feeling a mix of relief and lingering tension. The argument had left a mark, but you could see that he was making an effort to understand your perspective, even if he wasn’t ready to talk about it.

Lando glanced at you, sensing the undercurrent of emotion. “You and your brother… everything okay?”

You sighed softly, not wanting to burden him with the details. “We had a disagreement earlier. It’s complicated.”

He nodded, not pushing further but offering a supportive presence. “Well, I’m here if you need anything.”

Isaac reappeared a few minutes later with a glass of water, which he handed to you without a word. You took it with a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

He simply nodded again and headed to his room, leaving you and Lando alone in the living room. Despite the brief interaction, you felt a subtle shift in Isaac’s demeanor. He was trying, in his own way, to respect your wishes and not overdo his concern for your illness.

As the movie continued, you found yourself relaxing again, the earlier tension easing away. Lando’s easygoing nature and the quiet understanding from your brother provided a much-needed sense of balance.

The minutes ticked by, and you found yourself growing more comfortable and drowsy, especially with Lando’s warm presence beside you. Earlier, you had mentioned feeling cold, due to the ice, and he had fetched a blanket, draping it over both of you. As you nestled into the couch, the combination of the movie’s soft soundtrack and Lando’s steady breathing lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Lando noticed when your head gently rested against his shoulder, your breathing deep and even. He smiled softly, careful not to move and disturb you. As the credits began to roll, he glanced at his watch and realized it was getting late. Reluctantly, he decided it was time to leave.

He gently shifted, trying to move without waking you. Before he got up, he couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and press a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment. It was an instinctive gesture, filled with affection that he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.

Carefully, he adjusted the blanket to ensure you were snug and warm. He stood up quietly, casting one last fond look at you before making his way to the door. Lando left silently, closing the door with a soft click, leaving you to your dreams.

An hour later, Isaac retreated from his bedroom, finding you fast asleep on the couch. Instead of waking you, he went to the kitchen and fetched your evening medicine and a glass of water. Returning to the living room, he placed them gently on the table beside the couch, ensuring they’d be the first things you saw when you woke up.

Isaac stood there for a moment, watching you sleep peacefully. Despite the argument earlier, he understood your desire to live fully, even if it scared him. With a sigh, he retreated back to his room, hoping that you’d find a balance between living your life and taking care of yourself. The quiet house seemed to settle around your sleeping form, a brief moment of peace amidst the whirlwind of emotions and challenges.

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[buckyspetpsychopath]

I literally love him. (This is my video btw)

[ourfavcanadianshawn]

Hard|D.S|Imagine

A/n: First Daniel imagine! I normally do Shawn, but thought it would be fun to start expanding to more fandoms. I’m still trying to overcome a few months of writing block. Hopefully, writing about new people will help. If my writing style seems different, it is because I’ve spent some time over on Wattpad writing a TV show based story. I hope you guys enjoy this one. It is based off of the song “Hard” by Why Don’t We. Also I changed some lyrics of the song to the perspective of a girl because I haven’t read anything based on Hard coming from a girls pov. Enjoy!

Warnings: A few cuss words maybe? Angst a little, but turns to fluff

Words: 3,112

Pairing: Daniel Seavey x Reader

“Where’s Daniel?” Christina asked, her arm loosely embraced my lower back as she searched the side of my face for an answer. My mouth continued to contain a prominent sulk as no words were able to construct in my head a response. Instead of shaking or nodding my head, I gave her a halfhearted shrug and continued to stare blankly ahead to the bowling lane gutters.

Christina dropped her arm from my back and walked to be in my line of vision. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at me. “Why isn’t he here for your birthday party that was his idea to throw?”

I exhaled heavily before matching her stance, “I guess he’s with Rachel.”

“You’re kidding me, right? He’s ditching his best friend on her birthday to go hang out with some random girl?” She exclaimed, throwing her arms up to match her level of confusion. I let a shaky laugh escape my lips as I looked away from her to where the other four band members of Why Don’t We stood. Corbyn held a green bowling ball in his hands while trying to align it with the pins from between his legs. Zach, Jack, and Jonah stood watching him as they chewed on my birthday cake. 

I was beyond thankful that the boys were able to join me on my birthday, but I would have been more thankful if Daniel could have come—even if it was for a few minutes.

“Christina, she’s his girlfriend. You act like you have the jurisdiction to make him attend this party. I’m just happy that I could have you, Anna, and the boys here,” I genuinely smiled for the first time tonight as I placed my hands on her shoulders, returning my gaze to meet her eyes.

She shook her head and brought me into a hug. “You would be even happier if he was here, though.”

“I guess even when it’s your birthday you can’t get everything you wish for,” my smile dropped into a more saddened one. My teeth were no longer visible as I barely held onto the grin. I let go of Christina as Corbyn came over and wrapped an arm around her back.

“Why does the birthday girl look so glum?” He furrowed his eyebrows at Christina and nodded his head in my direction. I let out a breathy chuckle and rolled my eyes.

“Take a look around, Corbs,” Christina whispered up at him. His face fell into curiosity as his eyes took a gander over the bowling alley. His eyes finally landed on my figure again as he glanced over at his band-mates. 

“This is a joke,” Corbyn forced a chuckle and let his head fall back, “Jerk can’t even show up for the party he’s been talking about for weeks? That’s really low of him.”

“Hey, he’s not a jerk. He’s just spending time with Rachel,” I said, wrapping my arms around my midsection.

“I still can’t believe how blind he is not to see the amazing girl he has in front of him,” Corbyn scoffed as he pointed to me. I frowned, “Because he already has an amazing girl by his side.”

I truthfully spoke. Rachel was an amazing girl. Never made me feel left out.

“Why are you so supportive of her dating Daniel? She always seems to break him. He should be dating you,” Christina spoke, tucking herself under Corbyn’s arm.

“Because…Because this isn’t my longtime dream where I’m with him and living the happy ever after I want to experience. This is reality…and in reality, she gets to have the happy ever after I want and so that narrows my dream in reality down to just him having eternal happiness, even if I can’t be the source of it, she is. His happiness comes first,” I explain to them. 

“Y/n,” Corbyn started, “You will never see it, will you? You are his happiness. Every time you enter the room, every weight seems to be lifted off his shoulders and a smile somehow always manages to become present on his face when you speak to him.”

I let out a huff and forced a smile at Corbyn, “And yet, he can’t even make an appearance at my birthday.”

It’s hard to act like I don’t think about you sometimes. I should win an Oscar.

Something in my head was hoping that I could be stood corrected, that Daniel would walk right into the bowling alley with a bright smile on his face and open arms ready to be accepted by me.

I sat down at one of the benches and roughly undid my shoes. I heavily sighed as one shoe dangled in my hand after hearing my phone ping from beside me.

iMessage from Dani:)

Can I stop by? I just really to talk to somebody…

I sighed again and typed, “of course.”

I told everybody goodbye and thank you for the gifts before driving back to my apartment.

I walked down the hall to my apartment to find Daniel sitting in front of my door with his head in his hands. My footsteps grew louder to him as I came closer.

He retracted his head from his hands and looked up to me to see a few birthday bags in one hand and my car keys in the other.

A quaint gasp escaped passed my lips as I took note of Daniel’s reddened aqua hue orbs and the unbroken stream of tears cascading from them.

His lips quivered as his eyes trailed up from the birthday gifts to my eyes.

He choked on multiple held back sobs. “Please don’t tell me I screwed up for the second time tonight.”

Guilt covered his face as his eyes pleaded for forgiveness. His whole body language seemed as if he wanted to hide under a blanket and fade away. “Dani…” I sighed as I ushered him inside my apartment. He sat on the couch as I rushed to get changed into some more comfortable clothes. 

“What happened?” I questioned as I walked into the living room. I took a seat next to him on the couch and brought him into my embrace. 

It was my birthday, right at the end of the night. It was that first time, she hurt you bad and you cried. Right in my arms, fell to a million pieces, held you together, boy, I know all your secrets.

“She told me she didn’t see our relationship being a long-term like I did,” he coughed and laid his head down into my lap. I took his beanie off of his head and began running my hands through his hair—the only way I had ever managed to relax him.

“I mean you know how much I have thrived for a good, long-standing relationship. Something that I would never do…she did with no hesitation,” he squinted up me. I nodded my head along to his words, my heart twisting with every syllable spurred from his lips.

“I never understood the crazy concept of love. I thought I did. I swear I did. Every lyric I’ve sung, every note I’ve played I thought all came from what I believed to be this crazy feeling of love. Yet, I still believe that I know the feeling of it,” he mumbled, finally locking eyes with me as I stared down at him.

“I am sorry. For forgetting your birthday, Y/n,” Daniel sincerely said. I smile down at him and cupped the side of his face. “It’s okay. You had much more going on.” 

Daniel sat up and pulled me into a bear hug.

“I wish I could easily fix my relationship with Rachel like how I can with you,” he mumbled into my hair.

Do you know what is to, be the one to fix you? And all you do is run back to the one who breaks your heart.

Daniel had got picked up by Rachel later that night. Somehow I always walk into the trap of rebuilding Daniel just to have him go running back to be knocked back down.

You’re makin’ this too hard.

“Hey, why does Daniel look so lost?” I asked Jonah after fiddling my way through the crowd of people at the boy’s house party—a week to be exact after my birthday. Jonah narrowed his eyes at me and shrugged.

“Take a guess,” he sipped on his Sprite.

“Where is she at?” I frown, referring to Rachel.

“She stood him up,” Jonah matched my frown and carefully watched as Daniel leaned against the wall with his phone screen illuminating his face. 

I watched him take a deep sigh and look up from his phone, immediately making eye contact with me. He forced a smile and nodded for me to come over.

“Looks like Prince Charming is looking for his true Cinderella,” Jonah chuckled at me, taking my soda and nudging me in Daniel’s direction.

I know I said I’ll be your friend, but it’s too hard. Hard, it’s just too hard. I said I’ll be there to the end, but it’s too hard. Hard, it’s just too hard. You keep runnin’ back to her, I know it’s hard. Hard, it’s just too hard.

“Hey, Y/n, are you having fun?” Daniel asked, bear hugging me, slightly cracking my back while at it.

I coughed slightly and hugged him back. “For the most part.”

“So I’m guessing you and Rachel are back together?” I cock my head at him.

“Well, not technically. She is willing to try out the long-term thing for me,” he beamed, his blue eyes shining with admiration as he spoke about her. I could see it in his eyes, he did know what love was. He knew the feeling of giving it. But sadly, something told me he didn’t know the feeling of receiving it.

“Also thank you, for cheering me up that one night,” Daniel quirked, pulling me into another hug, “It’s good to know I have a friend like you!”

Rachel finally showed up to the party. Jonah stood corrected. 

I watched in misery at Daniel and her slow-danced in the middle of the house as Christina and Corbyn swung in unison beside them. I focused down on my cup and kept swirling it around in my hand. 

My eyes came back to match up with Daniel’s figure twirling Rachel around as if she was truly a princess. I felt my heart drop. 

I saw a hand being held out in front of me, my eyes traveled up the arm to find Jonah grinning down at me. “You want to dance?”

“Sure,” I replied, taking his hand and joined him on the dance floor. Jonah tucked his hands on the middle of my back as I rested mine on his chest. He led us around the dance floor to where we swayed next to Daniel and Rachel. 

Daniel slowly took his eyes away from Rachel to lock eyes with me. An unreadable emotion flashed in them as he took notice of how close my body was with Jonah’s. I quickly glanced away at the floor and turned from the couple, swaying more with Jonah.

“You need to tell him,” Jonah sighed down at me, bringing me closer. I shook my head and relocated my hands to on top of his shoulders, “No, I don’t. I’m avoiding them.”

Jonah quickly peered over my head and nodded to someone behind me. 

“Not for long,” he whispered and quickly twirled me around until I was in a different set of arms. 

“Hi stranger,” I heard Daniel whisper from above me. I look up to be met with his glistening blue eyes.

I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, “Hi.”

Daniel chuckled at the monotone of my voice and pulled me closer to him. His scent lured my head in to rest on his chest. The strong earthy smell he wore always brought a feeling of security to me.

“Smooth move you did there, Dani,” I complimented as I referred to the sly switch up him and Jonah had achieved. He beamed down at me and moved his right hand from my waist to clasp mine. 

“Well, of course! Anything to secure a dance with the best girl here,” he gently twirled me. As I came back from the twirl, Daniel’s eyes sparkled with esteem and wonder. He studied my face before displaying his teeth to me. Daniel kept a secure hold on me as he drew me back in. He rested his forehead against my shoulder causing me to feel his hot breath on my cheek.

“Has anyone ever told how stunning you look?” Daniel mumbled into my ear so I was the only one who could hear it. I shook my head at him with my pink tinted cheeks.

“Tonight? No,” I tighten my grip on his hand. “Personal” by The Vamps started to hum through the room.

Daniel brought his head up to normal where he could look down at me. He sent me a dazzling smile before casting a glance to another couple next to us. His eyes locked with mine again before replying, “I didn’t specify tonight. You always look stunning, Y/l/n.”

“Give me a break,” I chuckle as he just continues to stare at me. 

“I would never lie to you,” Daniel shook his head at me.

My eyes wandered to meet with Jack’s figure, which was leaned against a wall, an evident smirk plastered across his face. He nodded to Daniel and gave me a thumbs up.

“Tell him,” he mouthed to me. Once again, another heavy sigh fell past my lips. I looked up at Daniel who was already focused on me. 

“Hey…I have something to tell you,” I stammered as I awaited his reaction. 

The turquoise hues glistening around his irises flashed with an emotion of worry. “Everything okay?”

“Totally…but—“ “Hey, Y/n, do you mind if I cut in? A girl can only stay away for so long from her soon-to-boyfriend-again,” Rachel cut me off by sweetly tapping me on the shoulder.

“Just a minute. Y/n has to tell me—“ “Forget it,” I faked a grin as I cut Daniel off and retracted my arms from behind his neck.

“Are you sure?” He took a step near me causing me to step back. “I’m fine.”

“But Y/n—“ “Enjoy the party!” I say in a rush as I quickly dashed out of the house.

I felt hot tears running down my cheeks as I turned to look through a tall window that harshly displayed the scene I had just left. I watched as Rachel attempted to wrap her arms around Daniel, just to have him say a few words to her and start walking to Jack.

I shook my head and drove home until I saw a text from Jack.

iMessage from Jack

He broke up with her...

I groaned and continued driving.

Hard, it’s just too hard.

“Why did you leave the party so early last night?” Daniel questioned as he burst through my apartment door. I turned to him from my place on the couch to see him still in last nights clothes. The dark bags under his eyes communicated that he got no sleep last night.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” I shrug.

“Or was it because you didn’t like Rachel calling me boyfriend due to you being in love with me?” He rushed to stand in front of me. That was it. Every barrier had been broken down that I had built to keep him and my feelings separated.

“Daniel…I can’t do this right now,” I mumbled, standing to walk past him. He carefully gripped my wrist and turned me to face him.

“Not until you tell me by what Jack meant when he said that you’re in love with me,” Daniel ushered as he crossed his arms at me.

“It’s pretty self-explanatory from there. What do you want me to say? No, I’m not? I’m sorry, but I can’t lie to you Daniel,” I cried out, refusing to look into his eyes.

“Then why didn’t you tell me? That’s a lie there,” He threw his hands up in anger. “It was a lie I was willing to dwindle in,” I sigh before finally locking eyes with him. His blue eyes bored into me as if I had just killed his whole family.

“Why?” He whispered, his voice on the verge of cracking.

“Because you were happy.”

“Who said I was?” He raised an eyebrow. A outbreak of bewilderment spread across his face. His jaw was slightly opened and his hands were position of saying “what?” 

“I didn’t need confirmation…you showed it,” I admitted. Daniel let out a dry laugh. His face fell back to a stern one as he flailed his arms around in small motions. “Is this a joke?”

“Daniel…this isn’t a joke. Why do you think I stayed to cheer you up when nobody else would? Even though you break my heart directly afterwards every time by crawling back to her. I just don’t know how it’s possible, but even when you break my heart, I still love you with every cracked piece of it,” I exclaimed as tears cascaded down my puffy cheeks. Daniel stood a few feet in front of me with glossy eyes.

“Y/n, I always went back to her because she was my attempt to get over you,’ he paused.

“I remember you telling me one day that if you repeat a word over and over again, it loses its meaning...and that’s complete crap because you don’t know how long I lay awake at night, repeating your name and all it ever does is just grow the power of love I have for you,” Daniel sincerely said, moving to be in fingers length from me, “I never told you how I felt because I was scared. Scared to lose you. And if that ever did happen, I would be losing my best friend, my laugh, my smile, my muse….my purpose.”

“Daniel…every time I see you with Rachel it reminds me to swallow my pride. I never knew how powerful loving someone could be,” I opened up. Daniel smiled as he wiped a few of my tears.

“Imagine how I feel. Being in love someone. It feels like you’re free-falling with no net below to catch you. Just hoping that your person will be able to,” Daniel explained while caressing my cheek in his hand. 

“Will you be there to catch me?” I asked while becoming engrossed in his eyes.

“Over and over again,” he whispered before connecting our lips. 

“I’m in love with you Y/n Y/l/n.”

[averyonelovesjack]

cost of friendship ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes

Hey! Could you do an imagine about Daniel and Y/N dating but they keep it a secret because they don't want to ruin Y/N's friendship with the other guys? Thanks love!

summary: y/n goes to hang out at the wdw household during the storm and in the midst of a power outage, daniel and y/n reach a new level of their relationship.

warning(s): cursing, i also changed it a little bit sorry

word count: 2103

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Storm clouds flew low above my head and the wind was strong enough to push my hair into my face and make my eyes water. I pushed against it and try my best to make it up the street to the house without looking like a complete disaster. The air wasn’t cool, either, though. The humidity made the day even more miserable and the growling storms didn’t leave me with much time to make it into the house. 

Just as I stepped onto the front porch, the front door opened and quickly I hurried inside, a loud clap of thunder striking and sending me shrieking as I stumble into Daniel’s arms. My friend laughs, helping me stand up straight as it takes more arm strength than normal for him to push the door closed. 

“Made it just in time, I guess,” He commented about my brief introduction to the storm upon my entrance to the house.  

I can’t help but smile at his comments, “Thankfully, you were there to get me in before I was struck by lightning.” 

The rain began to pour down onto the house, causing loud clattering noises that made us all start talking a little bit louder. 

Daniel walked me into the large house shared by the five member band, “The pizza guy came like five minutes ago and I tried to get them to wait for you, but no one listens to me anymore.” 

“You guys didn’t have to wait,” I tell him, throwing my bag down on the countertop in its usual spot, “It’s not like I expect anything less of you. Except for you, Dani. The only person in this house who cares about me.” 

“Does anyone hear a fly?” Corbyn comments, looking away from me as I take the seat next to him. Jack sat to my right, the aforementioned member to my left, and my closest friend, Daniel across from me. The other two boys were scattered around Daniel. 

I gave Corbyn a playful punch, which only fueled them up some more. Jack started to add to the situation, “No, no. Wait it’s too high pitch to be a fly. Maybe it’s a mouse.” 

“A tiny mouse,” Corbyn continues, “With absolutely no arm strength.” 

“Oh wow, fuck you all.” I pull a slice of pizza onto my plate. I make eye contact with Daniel as the other boys continue with their teasing. We both sent each other playful eye rolls and went back to eating our pizza and listening to my close friends torture me. 

“Hey! Maybe we can watch Stuart Little and get the mouse to come out so we can get it outside.” Zach suggests tonight’s first movie option.

“We can’t put the mouse outside; The storm is a lot worse than they suspected. If we put it outside, it might get hurt,” Daniel decided and I’m not sure if this is the more logical answer, or not. 

“I thought you were on my side!!” I looked at Daniel, whose face dropped and then he looked at me, quickly making up for it.

“N-no, of course i am! i’m just saying, if there were a hypothetical mouse, then we couldn’t put outside because it would get hurt.” He responds and I laugh at the hypothetical mouse. 

“Yes, Daniel. I suppose that is true. We couldn’t put the hypothetical mouse outside in the storm. It’d be cruel,” I go along with what he was saying. As long as he isn’t going to mess around with me like I know that all of the other guys will do.

The boys lost their little joke when Jonah asked me a question about school. A loud chorus of ‘jONAH’s came across the room, as well as some frustrated grunts. They could try to come back from it, but as soon as one of them recognizes me, then the whole gig is over. 

“We’re not watching Enchanted again,” Zach looks from across the couch as we all brainstorm movie ideas. 

“that was a fucking cute movie, don’t even with me zachary dean,” I scold, “One of the best movies every created. I’ll say it. Plus, Patrick Dempsey.” 

“It’s a princess movie,” Jack added, “I see enough of those when I go home, I don’t need to see them here too.” 

“Alright, you guys are so picky about your movie choices. It’s literally a perfect movie so stop attacking it,” I retort and Jack laughs. 

“What are we watching, then? Since it’s already 8, and if y/n is getting home safely tonight, she should probably start watching soon,” Daniel states. He is usually the more logical one in situations like these, especially when it comes to safety. He’s always been such a teddy bear and when he gets someone to recognize him for who is really is, that person is going to be the luckiest person in the world. 

“You know what I haven’t seen in a while? Spider-man Homecoming with my man, Tom.” I admit and Zach rolls his eyes at me.

“When was the last time you watched it? This morning?” He played; all of the boys understood my love for the marvel movies, especially the very handsome new spider-man. 

“Last week, but good try,” I look at him, “But I do own it on my amazon account.” 

“Which means it’s a free movie that I haven’t seen,” Daniel adds, “Ok, I’m down to watch it. Everyone agrees?” 

“yeah, whatever,” Jonah agrees. 

“How has she forced me to watch it and not you??”Jack looked at Daniel in shock, “You guys are inseparable and yet, i’ve seen the movie?” 

Daniel and I look at each other and he has a slight rosy color on his cheeks, and i know i do too. I turn back to jack after a second, “Daniel wasn’t home when we watched it.” 

The six of us take our seats on the couch. Zach sat on the big chair, while Corbyn and Jonah sat on the first couch. Jack sat on one end of the second couch, and daniel and i sat in the corner of the other one. The lights were already turned off and I set up the movie, excited. 

I practically drooled at the site of Tom Holland throwing his shirt off during the specific part of the movie. My eyes watched as he threw off the spider-man suit and then turned around, following each of the steps that i’d memorized from watching the movie so often. 

Just as he turned around to face Ned, the television turned off, as did any remaining lights in the house. I gripped onto the blanket a little bit harder and Zach let out a screech. 

Everything paused for a second, until Daniel turned on the flashlight on his phone and quickly mumbled, “fuck.. i think we lost power because of the storm.” 

“and we’d just gotten to the good part,” i tease and i could almost see daniel playfully roll his eyes in the dim light. 

“Well is it coming back on?” Zach asked.

“Probably not for a while,” Jonah tells him, “if we lost power, that means most of los angeles has lost power and we’re not gonna get it back until the morning, at least.” 

“Don’t we have a generator?” Jack questions, trying to figure this uncommon situation out. 

“Yes, but unless you want to go into the garage during this storm, it’s not going to work,” Corbyn states before standing up, “I’m going to bed.” 

“It’s only like eight thirty?” Daniel says, staying put next to me. The other boys begin to move like corbyn.

“Is there anything better to do?” 

“we could all hang out, yaknow?” He suggests, but they all start to pick up their shit.

“In the dark?” Zach questions before moving towards the stairs. Just before he steps up, he turns around looking at me, “See you later, y/n. Safe trip home.” 

the others start to leave daniel and i alone and i mumble to myself, “fuck. how am i gonna get home?” 

“Well you’re not going home in the storm,” Dani shares his thoughts and I stare at him through the dark.

“I don’t want to be a nuisance, dani,” i tell him and he shakes his head.

“Y/n, your apartment probably doesn’t have power either and driving home in the storm risks too many things. We have extra blankets and places to sleep, so just wait the storm out, okay?” He told me and I sigh, giving in to my favorite person, “You can stay in my room, since everyone else seems to have wandered off.” 

“Thanks, daniel. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I admit, sending a friendly smile his way. 

“Of course, y/n. Only the best for you,” There is a moment of sympathetic silence before Daniel stands up, “I’m pretty sure there are some candles around here, do you want to help me look for someone so we can actually see each other?” 

“yea, let’s do it,” The two of stand up and turn the flashlights on our phones on. We begin to wander around the house, searching in different rooms together until we could find a couple candles. It took around ten minutes before we found ourselves back in the living room with three candles and a lighter.

Daniel set them on the table in front of the couch and lit them as I sat back on the cushioned seat. 

“What a great day for a storm,” He says, “But at least you’re here with us, rather than home alone. I don’t know how I’d feel if you were home alone. I mean, what if something happened to you?” 

“Yeah, I guess it’s better to be here than by myself at home,” I tell him, “Thanks for caring about me so much, Daniel. I’ve never had a friend quite as good as you and I don’t know if it’s a connection between us or that I’ve just had really shitty friends my whole life and then you have shown me in every way that you’re not like that, but having you as a friend makes me really happy. You are one of the sweetest guys I know, and you deserve someone who can make you as happy as you make me.” 

“You make me so happy, y/n,” he says, “our friendship, or whatever. i don’t know, but you’re such a fun person to be around and i love you for it.”

there was a brief second where i caught a sparkle in his light blue eyes. until then, i was looking for a sign. any sign. and then the sparkle rolled gently over his eye and within seconds, i pushed my face against his and let our two sets of lips touch. 

he’s predictably surprised by this sudden motion, but takes a second before placing his warm and gentle hand on my cheek and kissing me back. as the seconds go on, i smile into the kiss and the two of us separate. 

“i take it you got the hint,”  he smiles like a child given candy. 

“we’re probably going to regret that after tonight, but i’m glad i did it.”

“why would we regret that?” he looks confused.

“because you’re my best friend and so are the other guys. maybe you won’t regret it, but if something happens between the two of us, i don’t want to affect our friendship or any of my friendships with you all.”

“that’s the last thing i’d want for you y/n. i know how much you mean to the guys and i, i wouldn’t want to do anything to ruin that.” 

“you didn’t do it; i did.” 

“yeah, but at the cost of friendship, y/n. was it worth that?”

“i wish i could say kissing you wasn’t worth losing a few friends, but as much as you guys mean to me, i think that kissing you is something i would do again if put in this situation.”

“i really like you, y/n. a lot. you make me feel alive again, like how music makes me feel, and that means so much to me. but your friendships. that’s something that no guy should be worth risking.”

“and yet you are,” i give him a small smile, “and i think i want to make this work.”

he smiles back, “i do too, y/n. and if we’re gonna do this, we need to set some rules.”

“we can’t tell the guys,” i state, letting out a deep breath and waiting to hear his response. 

[socialmediaimagines]

Anonymous: Can you do a text AU with Daniel Seavey where he’s on tour and y/n texts him that she misses him and his cuddles so much!            

[majesticmarais]

anyone still here that reads wdw fics??? tempted to write one👀

[hereforrussell]

First of all I want to thank @chilling-seavey for letting me beta read this fic for her. I was so honored and lowkey fangirling when she asked me. I wouldn’t turn down the opportunity for nothing.

Second of all, this fic you guys. MMMM I’m usually into being the one dominated but. Imagining me having a handsome perfect 6 foot man all up under me at my mercy…..sheeeewwwww….hearing his whimpers, moans, and desperation…..I was in a different world reading this fic…..like Emily said I left a comment on almost every line (mostly me just being a fangirl because we all know Emily does no wrong 😘). Anyways enjoy *some* (cause there was like over 80 LOL) of my feral comments.

What He Deserves (gr63)

↳ A/N I have had this desire vision in my mind of having marble statue George Russell crying with pleasure while getting pegged for a while now. Of course, what else did you expect me to do but write it into reality? Thank you to @sadiethekoala for beta reading (and commenting on like every single line - I adore you). Also, this NSFW art inspired it <3

↳ Summary: George just won in Monaco and there's only one way he wants to celebrate. You wouldn't dream of saying no to his request; not when he deserved the world, and more.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 9.2k

↳ Warnings: 18+, NSFW, pegging, sub!George and softdom!Reader, erotic massage, handjobs, anal fingering, rimming, prostate stimulation, overstimulation and multiple orgasms (lotsss of cum), male and female masturbation, minor mentions of feet (but not in the kinky sense, more playful, but I'll put it as a warning anyways), choking, finger sucking, hair pulling, dirty talk and lots of praise, he cries from pleasure, use of toys (strap (obviously), cockring, and vibrator).

The moment you were in the privacy of his apartment, George was grabbing your arm and pulling you close, barely giving you a second to set your purse on the kitchen island before he was taking you over. His hands cradled your face as his lips lingered against yours for an off centered kiss and your arms were strewn around his shoulders to hold onto him. George parted your lips with his and deepened your kisses until your tongue was helping itself to his mouth. 

He moaned softly and kept up with you expertly, filling the quiet apartment with the sounds of your wet kisses as his hands slid down from your neck to your chest and around your hips. He held you right up against him hungrily, kissing you like his life depended on it, like he had been deprived of you for ages. After winning in Monaco, he only wanted to come home and celebrate with you. 

Pulling away from his sweet lips, you licked your own and spoke to him softly, “Let’s go to bed.” 

He nearly grinned and let his hands fall into yours, “Yes, please.” 

You walked down the short hallway together to the bedroom at the end of the hall and right away George took the initiative to start undressing; starting with his shoes and socks and then his shirt. As much as you loved undressing him yourself, the obvious eagerness he had to get himself out of his clothes made you watch fondly. For a moment, he stared right back at you as if expecting you to stop him. When his shirt was dropped to the floor and he reached for his slacks, you stepped forward to stop him with your hands on his. 

“That’s my job.” you reminded him softly, staring into his eyes as you nudged his hands away and popped the button on his pants yourself. 

George licked his lips before leaning in to kiss you again, sharing passionate kisses that stemmed from the lust that grew from your shared pride of his blossoming career and the love that followed right along with it. Blindly, you pushed down the small zipper on his pants and George moaned softly into your kiss, raising a hand up to the back of your neck to hold your lips on his as you undressed him. 

“I need you.” he breathed into your mouth. “I need you so fucking bad, baby.” 

You nipped at his bottom lip and tugged open the front of his jeans to let your hand slide in, earning your first feel of him against your palm as his underwear struggled to hide the sizable bulge he was sporting since leaving the paddock. He withered in front of you at your faint touch and you offered him soft kisses as you palmed him warmly over the fabric and rubbed your gentle hand over the shape of his hard cock.

“Baby.” he whimpered against your lips, his accent thick and warm. He raised his hands up to your face again as his eyes fluttered closed and he ground discreetly towards your touch. 

“You’re a good boy.” you chuckled warmly against the corner of his mouth. He turned his head slightly and you pressed a slow kiss to his cheek before whispering against his ear, “You were such a perfect fucking boy today…you deserve to be worshiped…touched…adored.” 

“I’m your good boy.” he whispered, already falling into the headspace of lust and desire that hazed his filter to nothing. 

“Mhm.” you smiled against his cheek even as his gentle grasp on the sides of your neck tightened when you squeezed the shaft of his cock through his underwear. 

“Oh God.” he choked out faintly. 

You took your free hand and stroked his cheek as you offered, “Let’s get you comfortable.” 

George shuffled his jeans off the rest of the way while you tended to the bed to create a cozy little set up for him. You took all the pillows and fluffed them up against the headboard so he had a comfortable spot to lay back against while still being somewhat propped up and he gladly moulded into the cradle of pillows in only his boxers, biting back his eager smile. 

His hair was still a little damp at the ends from his post-race shower and as you took your place on top of him, one leg on either side of his lap, you let your hands trail down his toned body laid out before you. He was warm to touch and when your palms rested still over his chest, you could feel his heavy heartbeat thudding all for you behind his sculpted muscle and smooth skin. The way he stared up at you was glorious and you found yourself physically pulled towards him for a taste of that expression that craved you. 

George’s lips fit with yours so perfectly and you rested against his chest as you kissed slowly, savouringly, skin pressed to skin in the artificial light of your shared bedroom. It was always better with the lights on; you always wanted to be able to look at him as much as you could. He was a masterpiece to you and you were completely in love with him and every inch of his body. 

When you pulled away from his lips, George lifted his head from the pillows to try and chase you for more, exhaling softly when you sat back without giving him more. You rubbed his chest with your soft hands and he stared up at you as you straddled his lap and his fingers ghosted over your thighs impatiently. 

“There’s my pretty boy.” you breathed, pushing your fingers through his messy brown hair and down the side of his face in a loving caress, encouraging him to lean into your touch with heavy eyelids. You tisked quietly, “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Can you touch me please?” he asked with a soft smile. 

“Of course, my love.” you leaned down to give him one more quick kiss, “Let me grab a few things. Take off your underwear for me.”

When you moved off the bed and crouched down to slide out the box from underneath it, George hurried to shove his underwear down his legs and he threw it off the end of the bed with the excitement that burned within him. You always knew how to treat him well and your shared collection that took up a section of space under your bed was only proof of that. 

From inside the box you took out your purple dildo and black leather harness as well as the bottle of lube, massage oil, and a black silicone cockring. The box was left open on the floor as you returned to the bed where George had been sitting on his hands to keep from touching himself without permission. 

There was a look of pride in his eyes as he looked at you, wanting you to praise him for his obedience and for his impressive boner that was standing tall in the cool air of the bedroom. The sight of him laid out nude for you always had a way of making your pussy throb from a single glance and you licked away your smile at the thoughts that whirled through your mind…all the things you could do to him. 

“Beautiful, sexy man.” you breathed. 

Resting back against the plentiful pillows, George watched as you joined him on the bed again and set your chosen items to the side. He reached a foot up to poke your stomach, “Are you going to get naked too?” 

You peaked a brow at him, asking tauntingly, “Do you want me to?”

“Obviously.” he pulled a face back. 

“Only if you use your manners, naughty boy.” you tisked, although you were already raising up onto your knees to pop the button on your jeans. 

“Please take off your clothes for me, ma’am.” George asked formally, letting his eyes soak up your body as you shuffled out of your pants and then pulled off your shirt, discarding both articles to the floor. He slid his foot between your legs to rub against your cunt, “Bra and panties too, love.”

“Since when are you in charge here, huh?” you shoved his leg away but stripped completely bare nonetheless. 

George licked his lips as he admired you and he tucked his hands behind his head proudly, “I think I deserve to look at my beautiful girlfriend after such a successful day.”

You slid your hands up his thighs and leaned in towards his face, hovering your lips just in front of his with a playful whisper, “I decide what you deserve tonight.”

You gave him a kiss. Then two. And then you were wrapping a hand around his throat as you forced your tongue in his mouth. George’s eyebrows furrowed as he moaned softly at your intensity, blindly lifting one hand from behind his head to slide around the back of your neck and keep you kissing him. Your thumb and fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure to either side of his throat and his tongue kept up with yours expertly, pulling more erotic wet kisses from your sweet lips. 

But soon you were breaking away from his mouth to pepper your kisses down his neck in slow, taunting, trailing patterns. George’s head lolled to the side with a hum and his fingers rested gently against your shoulder as you gave him soft open mouthed kisses right up under his ear and when you teased it with your tongue, he shivered underneath you. 

“You’re so perfect.” you breathed against the shell of his ear before drifting farther down his neck. 

His skin tasted faintly of cheap team-provided soap from his driver's room shower and hints of champagne that he didn’t scrub off completely in his haste, and you breathed him in deeply to savour the scent of your man and the lingerance remanence of him doing what he loved. When you passed his collarbones, George let his hand join his other behind his head again and he watched as you kissed over his toned chest. 

You then sat back on your knees between his parted legs to stare down at him while your thumbs took over in strong precise circles over his hardening nipples that caused George’s breathing to fall heavy. He licked his lips and shifted slightly, staring up at your face as you touched him gently, warmly. You pinched his nipples and he inhaled strongly. 

“Jesus, baby, you’re so hot.” you confessed. 

George just bit back his bashful smile and blinked up at you adoringly behind long lashes. 

Your fingers rubbed purposeful circles over his nipples again and his dick twitched faintly against his abdomen with need for touch of its own. You made him wait a little longer - you had the whole night after all - and you leaned down to kiss across his chest again and you moved one of your hands out of the way to let your tongue take its place. Your tongue licked at his nipple in full strokes while his other was pinched gently by your other hand. After a few seconds, you switched sides, and George was shifting underneath you with a heavy sigh. You took his hint and continued kissing lower, a straight shot down to his abs. 

Kisses were trailed downwards right between his faint six-pack before you dropped out your tongue to lick right back up your path. Your hands held his waist as you teased him with plentiful kisses and licks over his toned and flushed skin, making sure you weren’t touching his cock at all. But that perfect stripe of hair that grew between his navel and the base of his dick was always a weakness to you and you were drawn in to kiss it slowly, leading with your tongue in a little lick before pressing an open mouthed kiss to the thin dark hair. A few millimetres lower, you left another one, then one more, and just as George swore you were going to give him the relief of sharing your love with his aching cock, you instead left a few to his thighs and then sat back. 

He whimpered faintly and squirmed on the bedsheets. But then you were grabbing his calves and guiding his legs up towards his chest a little and he took his hands from behind his head to hold onto the backs of his knees instead. You thanked him silently with kisses to the fair skin of his thick thighs as you lowered back down towards his body and licked teasingly at the round flesh of his ass. 

“Baby.” George sighed out softly, impatiently, nearly holding his breath in anticipation. 

You kissed over his ass and finally towards his perineum, giving him a testing little lick right under his balls. He flinched at your simple touch and you smiled to yourself and slid down onto your stomach to reach him better as you kissed over his asshole. Your tongue soon followed and you swirled your tongue around it slowly, feeling how the tight rim of muscle tensed slightly at your contact. 

“That’s my good boy.” you whispered, licking up his perineum and back down again, giving him the first teasing hints of what was in store for him for the rest of the night. 

“Sweetheart, please, can I touch my dick?” George whispered, his voice slightly strained. 

“No.” you answered, pausing only long enough to kiss wetly at his asshole again, “Only I can.” 

“Can you please, my darling?” George tried. 

“You don’t want me to eat your ass?” you asked. 

George hummed, “Yeah…but…I want this more right now.” 

You kissed his ankle and sat back, “Okay, my love.” 

George sniffed and pushed a hand through his hair as you reached for the small bottle of massage oil and you popped the cap. He was aching for it and the sight of you rubbing your warm hands together in the glistening substance had his cock twitching again and he moaned impatiently. You dribbled a bit of the oil onto his abs and over his dick too, earning a pleased hum from your boyfriend before the bottle was capped again and tossed to the side, giving you full reign of his body. Your slick hands ran up his waist and over his abs, warming his flushed skin with your soft palms and you smeared the oil over his body. 

“My beautiful George…working so hard…deserves a nice little massage.” you cooed. 

His eyes fluttered shut under the comforting touch of your hands and his head lolled to the side, arms draped over his head, trusting you to bring him that perfect relaxing warmth. You rubbed your hands over his thighs and his hips and over the arches and valleys of his abs and up to his chest, smearing him in the shimmering oil until your palms were gliding effortlessly. It felt amazing but George was burning for more and with his dick so achinging hard without touch, it was hard to stay comfortable, meaning he was starting to squirm against the sheets. 

So you gave into him, knowing that the night was about reward and not punishment and you had led him on long enough. Your fingers grazed over his balls first, leaving a trail of oil in your wake as you gave him little touches. George hummed thankfully and he scooted a few centimetres down the bed towards you, slouching farther against his cozy embrace of pillows, and you moved your finger into your whole hand, caressing his balls gently. They were big in your hand, swollen with arousal, and as you touched them softly, tending to the most sensitive part of his body in tender rubs, George’s breath shuttered in his chest. 

“Good boy.” you praised quietly and set your palm down to rub right up the underside of his cock. 

It was finally the first proper touch you gave him and George gasped tightly, grasping onto the pillows on either side of his head. You rubbed slow precise strokes up his dick and back down to his balls, gently giving them a loving squeeze before letting them go and moving back up to repeat. The oil you had dribbled onto his cock helped to slick your hand up some more and make those consistent rubs easier, gliding warmly over him in dizzying perfection. George - with his eyes heavy with the calm bliss that found its way into his veins - let out little hums here and there as you touched him so lovingly. 

“Want more, my love?” you asked quietly. 

“Yes, please,” he whispered. 

“Okay, come here.” you guided his legs to drape over yours on either side of your body so he was spread out for you and his hips were slightly elevated against your thighs. You lifted his heavy cock up from his abdomen and wrapped your soft hand around it, “Good boy.”

“Yes.” he exhaled shakily, eyes wide as you gave him his first proper pump. His expression withered and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a pleased whine, melting under your control. 

“Does that feel good, my beautiful man?” you asked quietly, caressing his thigh with your left hand as your right gave him slow testing strokes. 

“Mhm.” he hummed. 

“You deserve it. You deserve to be treated so adoringly. Especially after today.” 

A small smile pricked at the corner of George’s mouth at the reminder of his incredible race. 

“Think so?” he pressed sweetly. 

“Of course, baby.” you nodded, watching your hand pull long slow twisting strokes up the length of his thick cock. “You should be so proud of yourself.” 

You moved your free hand up his body to his chest and slid your fingers warmly over his glistening skin and toned muscle right up to his neck. There, you gently let your hand straddle the base of his throat with the faintest of touches. He inhaled shakily. 

“I’m so proud of you.” you continued your little rambling speech, jerking him off slowly, “My perfect man.” 

“I’m yours.” he breathed, his voice meek and dreamy. 

“You’re mine.” you agreed easily. 

George twisted his fingers through the ends of his hair absentmindedly, his eyelashes fluttering over big blue eyes, letting you know quietly, “Feels really good, baby.”

You slid your hand back down his chest and instead used it to cup his balls and the base of his dick in a gentle squeeze, “I’m glad.” 

He whimpered out sweetly, “Mhm.” 

Your hand that stroked him off tended to the underside of the head of his cock with each stroke, making sure that the pad of your thumb rubbed over it every time. And then you were pulling your hand closer to the tip to give him short slippery curling strokes right there and George’s mouth fell open with a breathy moan. 

“Good boy.” you praised. 

“Uh huh-” George’s face scrunched up slightly and he lifted his head from the pillows to watch your hand around him pumping him in quick flicks of your wrist. 

But then you slowed down again just as quickly and his head dropped back onto the pillows with a shaky exhale. You pulled your hand off him to gently run the tip of your finger along the slit in the swollen head, watching how it made his thighs flinch and his lungs to take in a sharp inhale. 

“You have such a beautiful dick, baby.” you told him, although it wasn’t anything you hadn’t told him before. Your fingertip slid through some sticky precum that leaked out of the end of his cock and you then trailed your finger down to gently rub at the sensitive spot under the head, “I’d put it in my mouth right now if I didn’t want my fingers in your ass so fucking bad.” 

“Fuck…please.” George choked out quietly. 

You gave him a few more long sensual strokes of his cock before you leaned back to reach for the bottle of lube with your other hand, still holding him steady in your one. You popped the cap with your thumb and poured a generous amount onto his dick so it could leak down between his spread legs and full cheeks and you let your fingers smear through it too, right down to his asshole. 

“Ahh, yes.” George breathed as your fingers swirled around his tight rim of muscle. He had only been craving it all evening. His hands grasped onto his own hair and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in anticipation with his legs still spread and draped over yours. 

With your left hand holding onto his cock, your right hand rubbed slowly, warmly, at his asshole to smear it generously in lube before you were cautiously pushing your middle finger inside. George’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyes screwed shut as you slowly eased your one finger a little deeper until you could feel the fleshy soft tissue under your fingertip and at first graze, George was flinching. 

“There we go.” you whispered gently, “That’s the spot, isn’t it, baby?” 

“Mhm.” George spread his legs a little wider for you. 

You slowly swirled the tip of your one finger against the soft spot inside him, encouraging him to let out a little hum in appreciation as you gave him what he wanted while, at the same time, your left hand started to stroke his cock again. You were slow and gentle with him, easing him into the sensations that made his skin flush pink and your eyes kept careful watch on his expression for any hints of discomfort. 

But he was perfectly blissful, licking and biting his lips with his arms draped lazily above his head to allow his body to be spread out for you, eyes closed, giving himself up for you gladly. Your hand around his dick squelched faintly with the lube and oil that slicked him up and you kept your pumps slow and gentle since the intensity of the pressure against his prostate would be the focus of your treat. George offered you little moans and breaths as encouragement and you couldn’t look away from him. 

“God, you’re so hot.” you said honestly, “My perfect, beautiful man.”

“Mm, feels really good.” George mumbled. 

He lolled his head to the side and blinked his eyes open to meet your gaze and he silently watched your two hands between his legs, one rubbing gently inside him and the other slowly stroking the full length of his cock. George slid one hand down his body, pausing to rub a little at his nipples himself, before moving lower to gently press his fingers at the base of his dick with a soft whine. 

“Want more?” you asked. 

“Yes, please.” he breathed easily. 

You took your hand from his dick to grab the bottle of lube again and you leaked a bit more onto your finger that was tucked inside him, allowing your index finger to slick itself up in it too and then push in carefully alongside the first. George groaned lowly and his hand dropped from his body to grab onto the sheets beside him instead and as you curled your two fingers up to stroke against his prostate, he was moaning beautifully to the ceiling. 

“Good boy.” you smiled, scissoring your fingers open a little to get him prepped properly.

George’s grip tightened on the sheets and his arm that was draped above his head fisted one of the pillows he was slouched back upon, the rise of pleasure in his body making his biceps bulge as his muscles tensed. He was a marble statue and you could have stared at him all day; the flush of his cheeks, the flutter of his eyelashes, the bite of his lip. He was beautiful. 

George shifted slightly, requesting to you politely with words that were a little messy with pleasure, “Go a little harder inside.”

You curled your fingers a little stronger inside him so you were stroking and prodding more intensely against that soft spot. 

His loud whimpering moan in response had you licking away your smile and George nodded to the ceiling, telling you thankfully, “Yeah, like that. That’s perfect.”

Your hand around his cock slowed down until you were simply holding it around the base, completely still, giving all your attention to the way you fingered him. 

“Oooh fuck.” George whined shakily with his face screwing up slightly. His legs naturally lifted from either side of you to pull towards his body a little more so he was spread nice and wide for you, permitting your fingers full access to every part of him, and you gradually increased the speed at which your fingers curled inside him until you were flicking mercilessly at his prostate. 

His head tossed back against the pillows with a groan that fell from his chest and the way his body tensed had the veins in his neck and his arms protruding slightly. You couldn’t stop staring at him underneath you - your own masterpiece to admire - and the way his mouth gaped and gasped towards the ceiling had you wanting to give him anything he wanted. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” he choked out. 

“Yeah?” you kept your fingers going inside him, not daring to move even a millimeter, “Go ahead, my love, let it all out.”

George’s tight breaths grew more desperate and they kept catching in his throat as his body lingered on that precipice of pleasure. His cock pulsed in your one handed grip and you held it securely by a warm fist as his hips naturally tried to jerk up against your touch.

“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?” you purred, keeping your voice gentle and slow. His thighs were starting to tense and shutter with how close he was and his head arched back farther against the pillows with a strained groan. You spoke him into it lovingly, “That’s my good boy. Look at you shaking, angel. You can cum for me, handsome. I got you.” 

His entire body shuttered and his hands gripped desperately at the sheets when he came, his gaping mouth moaning and gasping to the ceiling as the first pearling hint of white leaked out of the tip of his cock. It twitched in your hand but you held it snugly as your fingers kept him going, watching greedily as more creamy white bubbled out of the swollen tip and dripped down the shaft of his cock. 

“Oh, good boy, George.” you praised sweetly, keeping your hand still even as thick streaks of milky white cum trickled down over your fingers, “Good boy, angel.”

He was writhing against the sheets, whimpering and gasping across the bedroom. You finally moved your hand a little and with only one stroke up, more milky cum was tumbling out of his cock and down to the faint hair that dotted his fair skin across the base. His breathing was erotic in itself and when you slowed down and pulled your fingers out of him, he let out the softest little exhale.

You couldn’t help yourself but lean down to lick up the underside of his dick, cleaning up the streaks of cum left behind just a little but still mostly leaving him covered in his mess. George pushed his hands through his hair as he stared up at you wide-eyed and burning with lust. Since you had only made him cum from prostate stimulation, he was still perfectly hard and he was more than ready for anything you wanted to give him. 

Your hands that were either streaked in lube or cum caressed his thighs as his leg dropped back down on either side of your body and you asked him tauntingly, “Now what do you want?”

George licked his lips, telling you quietly, “You know what I want.” 

You rubbed his perineum, “Say it.”

Squirming at your touch, he groaned out a sweet, “Please peg me, baby.”

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” you kept rubbing that soft sensitive spot just behind his balls. 

“Uh huh.” he pleaded. “Need you inside me. Want you to make me cum like that again.”

Pleased with his begging, you smiled proudly and leaned down over top of him to give him a few kisses that he accepted happily and when you pulled away, his lips were left in the sweetest pout. You reached across the bed to your little collection of items that you had retrieved earlier and you grabbed the cock ring first. The mess just made it better so you didn’t bother cleaning him up before you were carefully rolling the snug silicone ring onto the swollen shaft of his cock, allowing it to glide a little easier along the mess of cum and lube and oil that covered him. He winced slightly as it was put on since he was so sensitive already and once it was secure in place around the base of his dick, you gave him a few strokes to get him ever harder. 

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” you promised. 

George squirmed slightly against the bed and reached a hand down his body to rest against his pelvis, trying not to touch his cock himself with how it throbbed. 

You then reached for the harness and the strap-on and you clipped it into place over your hips and between your legs, making sure the purple dildo was secure in the front before you were grabbing the lube and popping open the bottle again. You poured a generous amount on the toy before closing the bottle and tossed it to the side, focusing on stroking the length of the dildo in your hand while your other took hold of one of George’s legs and guided them upwards. He bent his legs and kept them spread open for you and his hands naturally held onto the backs of his knees to keep them in place, and, as he did so, you slid your fingers into his mouth. 

He moaned faintly around your two fingers you gave him and he sucked on them as he stared back at you, so cozy against the plentiful pillows. You could have spent hours just worshiping him, staring at him, making him moan and writhe and beg for you. But it wouldn’t be fair to not give him what he wanted. Not after such an incredible race he just won. You would give him anything after that. 

While you watched him suck on your fingers, your lube streaked hand carefully angled the tip of the dildo against his asshole and you spoke down to him lovingly, “My perfect, beautiful race winner.”

George inhaled sharply through his nose in anticipation, blinking up at you from behind your fingers in his mouth, and as you gingerly pushed the strap inside him, his eyes almost rolled. He moaned around your fingers and his hands dropped to grab onto your thighs to try and slow you down a little. You shushed him sweetly and caressed his thigh comfortingly as you took him slowly, cautiously, watching how the expression of pleasure laced pain crossed his face and only more so when you pulled your fingers from his mouth. 

He groaned lowly at the stretch from the sizable dildo that sheathed inside him inch by inch and his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs. Your hand that had just taken to his mouth wrapped around his throat instead and you held him down against the pillows as you eased into him deeper until the entire strap was buried inside his asshole. 

“That’s it, angel.” you praised softly, “That’s it.”

“Fuck.” he choked out in the prettiest moan, linking his hands behind his knees again to keep his legs back, “Please move. Please.” 

“Good boy.” you whispered, steadying yourself with one hand around his throat and the other resting against his abs as you started to ease out of him again, watching how the glistening purple dildo came back out almost all the way before you were pushing your hips back towards his again. Slow, cautious, letting him have a second to savour every inch you gave him. 

“Oh my God.” George’s head dropped back against the pillows, “It’s so fucking big.” 

“Do you want a smaller one?” you asked. 

He shook his head quickly, “No. This…is so good.” 

You smiled proudly down at him and kept your slow thrusts going to get him used to it again, “You look so adorable like this.”

“Adorable?” George chuckled breathily. “I look adorable taking it up the arse?”

Your hand around his throat tightened a little more, staring into his eyes, “Yeah. You look so fucking cute letting me fuck you like this. Pretty little blush…pretty little lashes…”

He let out a little hum as he stared back at you and spread his legs a little wider. His cheeks were flushed pink and his brown hair was in a floppy frazzled mess across his forehead but the look in his eyes was nearly sinful as if he were silently pleading with you to take him. With his body laid out under you, he was yours to do with as you pleased and you couldn’t stop staring at him and any part of him that could bless your loving gaze. The pout of his plush lips drew you in and you took your hand from his throat to rest against the pillows beside his head as you leaned down to kiss him slowly, locking your lips with his in a single lingering kiss. 

George whined prettily into your kiss and let his hands move from holding his legs back to rest on your hips instead, feeling the movement of your thrusts as you fucked him tenderly. As you shared slow, sensual kisses, you started to fuck him a little faster, just to selfishly hear the way he moaned because of you and his eyebrows furrowed as he forced his lips to stay against yours. The sweet little smacks of your single kisses only grew more feverish as you thrusted the toy into him gradually. 

“Ah-” George gasped out, grabbing your ass to try and tug you into him harder despite the way his lips fought to stay on yours, his moans muffled by your mouth. 

But you had to pull away to breathe yourself too - being on top was quite the exertion - and he fluttered his eyes open to stare back at you with the prettiest expression. You praised him quietly, “Such a good boy for me. My sweet little race winner.”

“Please, baby.” he choked out shakily, his lips pouted in pleasure, Please fuck me harder.”

You sat back a little more to anchor yourself with your flat palms against his chest, keeping his eye contact as you started to give him stronger punctuating thrusts. The first one had his mouth falling open and the second had his head falling back, the third finally fucking a buttery moan from his chest that made you pussy throb.

“Oh God-“ he cried out, raising his hands above his head to grab two fistfulls of the pillows. His expression was glorious and the whimpery moans that filled the bedroom only had you needing to fuck him faster, making the bed start to creak underneath your effort. George tugged at the pillows with his legs splayed out wide in the air by his own free will, his sounds only getting louder and pitchier by the second. 

“Good boy.” you breathed down to him, sliding one hand up his chest to wrap around his throat in a snug grasp. “You gonna cum again?”

“Yeah.” he rushed out, “Yeah, baby, please don’t stop-“

“Cum for me.” you encouraged gently, tightening your hand around his throat as his head arched back against the pillows, the clenched tension radiating down his neck. 

George’s beautiful groan built up consistently in his chest until his head was raising slightly to watch as you fucked him into his second orgasm, his breath freezing in his chest for a second, mouth gaping, as more of that pretty white cream bubbled out of the tip of his swollen cock. He gaped up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in ecstasy, and he shuttered through the intensity that was only made stronger by the silicone ring that hugged the base of his dick. 

“Fuck.” George squeaked out. 

“Good boy.” you praised, taking your hand from his throat to set your palms flat on the pillows on either side of his body so you could lean over him, not stopping the quick messy thrusts of your hips. 

“Fuck, baby.” George panted, grabbing onto your arms pleadingly as you kept going. He was still so fucking hard and it felt so good and he couldn’t help but wrap his legs around your waist to press his heels into your bum to pull you deeper, choking out a, “Yes.”

You were only going harder now to the point that your skin was clapping loudly against his and George held onto you pleadingly, his eyes being forced to screw shut with the overwhelm of it all. You were hitting that same perfect spot over and over again and it was literally bringing tears to his eyes and the look of his fucked out expression had you just slamming into him harder until the headboard was hitting the wall. 

“Shit!” he cried, reaching up to grab your hair around the back of your neck as it tumbled over your shoulders. 

With two snug fistfuls of it, he pulled your head down to rest your forehead against his. The steady panted moans that tumbled from his lips had you staring at him even with how close you were, watching how his eyes were shut tightly and his pouted lips were set in a tense pleasured frown. George’s fingers only gripped tighter to your hair and the heels of his bare feet pressed desperately into the flesh of your bum as he struggled to stay still underneath you.

His pleas tumbled from his mouth without thought, “Yes, baby, please don’t stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again, baby, please make me cum again. I’m your good boy.”

“Yeah, you are, angel. You’re my good boy. You sound so pretty when you moan for me.”

“Feels so fucking good!”

“Gonna make my perfect little race winner cum so hard.” 

“Uh huh!” he let you fuck a steady chant of messy “uh, uh, uh” from his chest like he had lost complete control of his filter. His fingers pulled at your hair and his whole body was trembling underneath you, clinging onto you like you could save him. With your forehead pressed to his, you could feel the heat of his body and the slick of his sweat against your skin. Finally, George’s face was screwing up again and he cried out a whimpery, “Jesus Christ!” 

Your fingers tightened on the pillows and sheets on either side of him and you praised him adoringly, “Just like that, baby. Cum for me.” 

George’s whole body trembled as he came again from the rough pleasure of your strap hitting perfectly at his prostate and nothing else. Had hadn’t even touched his dick the entire time and yet it still leaked more cum from the tip in thick creamy globs that slipped down the shaft and onto the flushed skin of his pelvis. As his body was wracked with orgasm, his hands holding your hair only gripped you harder and he clung onto you tightly, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks.

“Yes.” he stumbled out, his voice shaky and tense, “Oh fuck yes.” 

“That’s my pretty boy.” you praised against his cheek as you slowed down into deep grinding thrusts into his body.

George breathed hard, trying to catch his breath as he trembled underneath you and he dropped a hand down to grab onto your thigh to keep you in those addicting curling thrusts. He panted heavily, his flushed face staring up into yours with streaks of pleasurable tears down his cheeks and you kissed them away tenderly. His long lashes fluttered shut and he swallowed thickly, arms and legs still wrapped around you and you could feel his hard wet cock against your abdomen with how close you rested. 

“Can you do one more for me, angel?” you asked between a few more gentle kisses to his soft cheek. 

George chuckled faintly, “I dunno.” 

You pushed your body away from his to sit back on your knees and your hands rested on his quivering spread thighs, giving yourself a proper view of the purple dildo still half tucked in his ass and the mess he made of himself with the amount of creamy fluid that you had fucked out of him until it was leaking down his cock and wetting the hair that dotted his pelvis in splotchy white. His dick was still hard and ridiculously swollen and throbbing, held snugly and proud in the silicone cockring, and you reached a careful hand over to gently trail the tip of your fingers down the underside of his cock. He flinched at your touch and the moan that slipped from his lips was erotic. 

“It’s really sensitive.” he mumbled. 

“Does it hurt?” you asked, keeping up those gentle pets along the shaft with only the graze of your fingers. 

“A little.” George answered, staring down at himself too, “It’s fucking throbbing though.” 

“Wants to cum too, huh?” you chuckled, sliding your finger down through the mess to his balls and you petted them gently too. 

George let out a tight little grunt, “Mhm. My balls are aching.” 

You rocked the dildo into him shallowly and he inhaled sharply, staring up at you, one hand held in mid-air as if frozen, waiting. You gave him permission, “Touch yourself for me, angel. As much as you want.” 

With your permission, George wrapped his hand around his dick. He winced slightly with how sensitive he was to touch, and he gave himself a small testing stroke that glided easily with how streaked in cum he was. You slowly started to thrust into him again from your spread knees and he looked up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and the most angelically sinful expression on his face, making you just want to ruin him again and again and again. 

You matched the pace of his hand with your hips, allowing him to set the speed that he needed to get off but he was desperate and dizzy with pleasure and he just kept getting faster until you were pounding into him again. He choked back a sob with his face contorted in ecstasy and he stared up at you as his eyes struggled to stay open. The headboard kept hitting the wall with every hard thrust into his spread body and George jerked himself off in quick time along with you, greedy for more. 

“Oh God.” he whimpered, his voice shaking. “Oh God. Oh God, I’m dizzy.” 

“Breathe, baby.” you reminded him as you held his legs open by your hands on the backs of his thighs, keeping his spread for you to take as you wanted. 

“Feels so fuckin’ good.” he cried. He sounded like he was about to burst into tears as his voice was quivering and breaking with every simple word. “Shit!” 

The slick sound of his hand pumping his cock was erotic and you had the perfect view of it from between his legs, getting to stare up his entire body that was submitted to you. George’s head dropped back against the pillows with a loud whimper, taking everything you were giving him. 

“You’re really hittin’ it straight on, baby, fuck!” George cried out, his eyes screwed shut and hand feverishly stroking his dick in desperate flicks of his wrist. His jaw clenched, the muscles of his thick neck pulsing with how tense his body was getting. He stumbled out a pitchy, “Oh, God, it’s coming.”

“Good boy.” you praised while keeping your sloppy pace into him, quite breathless from your exertion but desperate to get him there. 

“I’m cumming! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes- sh-shit!” 

George’s entire body tensed up and the way his muscles gripped so strongly around the dildo that time around literally forced you to stop for a second, even as you tried to keep thrusting into him through it. His eyes fucking rolled and his free hand tugged at the sheets as his head tossed back against the pillows, jerking himself off into his final orgasm for the night. He came so hard from the combination of the overstimulation, the cockring, and his hand on his aching dick that the first spurt shot right up to land across his chest and collarbones. 

“Oh, good boy.” you moaned out, watching him shoot another thick ribbon right up his chest. 

George literally sobbed, his face contorted in intense pleasure, and he writhed against the bed despite how he kept stroking himself off and you helped him along with a gentle caress of her perineum with your knuckle.

“Fuck!” George cried, tears streaking his cheeks as his chest heaved and his impressive cumshots decreased down to more thick trickles down the shaft of his dick and over his hand. His moans and whimpers were loud and beautiful and soon he had to take his hand off his sensitive cock while his feet pressed against your chest to try and ease you away. “Okay.” he huffed and sniffled, “Okay.” 

You giggled proudly and held his quivering thighs as you gently pulled out of him, watching how the glistening toy bobbed in the air when it popped out of his gaping hole. Your fingers gently eased the tender area and you praised him quietly, “That was so fucking hot, George. You came so fucking much…look at you. You’re covered in it.” 

George broke into a smile despite his breathless exhaustion, an arm draping across his forehead, and his blue eyes blinked heavily up at you, “Fuck, I’m really dizzy.”

“Okay, just rest for a second.” you unclipped the harness of the strap and discarded it to the end of the bed and he gently rested his legs down flat. You caressed his hips and his thighs and you warned him gently, “I’m gonna take the ring off now.”

“Okay.” he sighed. 

He was already softening so it was a bit easier to take the cockring off and he groaned in slight relief from the end of the extra stimulation, letting him come back down to normalcy. You shifted onto the mattress beside him and joined him against his nest of pillows and brushed your hand through his hair, only pulling your hand back when your fingers touched something wet. Frowning in confusion, you nudged at his brown waves to find what was in there, only to soon discover what it was. 

“Oh, my love, you have cum in your hair.” you giggled.

“Huh?” George reached a hand up to feel but you grabbed his wrist to stop him. 

“And you have it all over your hand.”

“I have it all over everywhere.” he mumbled, separating his fingers in front of his face to watch how the white cream clung between his fingers in thin strings. He lifted his head up to look down at his body and the mess he was completely covered in and he sighed heavily. 

“I’m jealous.” you teased, reaching to grab his wrist and you pulled his hand over so you could wrap your lips around his index finger, leading with your tongue to suck it clean of the salty substance. 

George’s nose scrunched up but he smiled at you regardless, “You’re so nasty, you know that?”

“And you’re fucking hot.” you countered proudly, still holding his wrist as you leaned in to kiss his lips. 

You shared a few single kisses between you and then you were rolling over to grab the tissue box from the bedside table and returning to clean him up. George laid there recovering while you knelt beside him and wiped him clean with multiple tissues, making sure to get a bit of a wipe from his hair too which made him chuckle and swat your hand away. He watched you patiently as you tended to him selflessly and you kissed his flushed skin as you moved farther down his body to shower him in innocent love. 

George, who had been otherwise silent as you cleaned him up, finally spoke as you mopped up the mess around the base of his dick, “You didn’t cum at all tonight.”

You glanced up at his face for a brief second, not knowing what he expected you to reply with to a statement that was just a truthful observation, “No, I didn’t.” 

“Do you want to?” he offered. 

“You can barely hold your head up, baby, what do you plan on doing?” you laughed lightly. 

“I dunno.” he shrugged. “Just want you to feel good too though.”

“I feel good when I make you feel good.” you reminded him, pulling another tissue from the box. 

“You made me feel really good.” he promised. “I honestly almost forgot I even had a race today.” 

“Oh my gosh.” you laughed jokingly, “Not my pegging being better than you winning Monaco.” 

George smiled up at you and you wiped off his hand with another fresh tissue before kissing each of his fingertips when giving his hand back. He stared up at you with all the love in his eyes and you slid down on top of his wiped down body to feel the warmth of his bare skin pressed against your own, chest to chest. His arms easily snaked around your waist and you kissed his nose and then his lips and he gave your bum a two handed squeeze. 

He whispered to you, “You said tonight’s all about me and what I want, right?”

“Mhm.” you answered, kissing his nose again. 

“Well, after you watched me cum a ridiculous amount of times…I want to at least watch you cum once.” 

You licked away your smile at his sneaky request, “Oh really?”

“Even if you just do it to yourself…whatever you want. I wanna watch.”

You kissed his nose again and then his cheek as if debating his plea. 

“Please?” he tried, leaning up to kiss your lips. 

You sighed dramatically although you couldn’t hide the grin that was apparent on your face and you rolled off of him to the side of the bed and you reached down to your box that had been left out on the floor in your rush earlier, “Fine. Just because I promised that tonight is all about you and you asked so nicely.” 

George grinned and shuffled himself into a more comfortable position against the pillows and when you sat up again with the rose shaped clit sucker toy in hand, he raised his arm up to welcome you close. The used toys and tissues and bottles of lube and oil were still scattered across the bed but it was a lustful mess that you were all too familiar with when it came to each other. So you didn’t pay any mind as you got yourself cozied up under George’s arm and you draped your one leg over his to spread yourself open. 

He helped himself to your pussy with a warm hand just to feel how absolutely soaked you were from having tended to him for the previous almost-hour. George licked his lips as he rubbed your pussy and over your swollen clit and you nudged his hand away when you turned on the toy. Instead, he took to your breasts with his greedy fingers and he pinched your nipples and leaned in to kiss your neck as you set the toy onto your clit. You were so turned on that the first touch made you flinch in his arms and George chuckled against your neck as he trailed soft kisses up to your cheek. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, “this is not going to take long.”

“See? I know you. You wanted it badly.” George tisked. 

You leaned your head against his with his arm still around your shoulders and your nose scrunched up with a soft groan falling from your chest, toes curling. George cuddled you close and he reached down again to spread your pussy open a little more to give the toy clear access to your swollen clit and you flinched again. 

“Fuck.” you groaned. 

“Doesn’t that feel so fucking good, my love?” he taunted against your cheek, staring down at your hands between your legs, sharing the work side by side. 

“Yeah.” you whispered, dropping your head back against his arm as your eyes fell shut and your body squirmed slightly. The small moan you let out had him smirking proudly and your pretty sounds only grew louder as the buzzing toy got you closer. “Oh, George-” you squeaked. 

“Good girl.” he whispered, “Cum for me, beautiful. Show me how fucking gorgeous you look when you cum. Come on.” 

Your free hand flew up to grab onto his as it hung loosely over your shoulder from how he held you and he laced your fingers together proudly, staring at you and how you writhed and whimpered and moaned for him. Your hips pushed up against the toy and your leg that was linked over his only tightened in silent pleas for release. 

“Cum for me.” George spoke against your cheek with just enough space between you so he could keep a close eye on your expression, “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

Your mouth dropped open as you came and your gasps froze in your chest, body tensing and cunt pulsing under his fingertips even when he wasn’t touching you directly. You moaned his name to the ceiling and he swallowed it up with his lips on yours, sharing sloppy love-stemmed kisses that made your hand grip tighter to his. The toy was blindly turned off as you grew sensitive to its intense touch and you dropped it aimlessly onto the bed to focus your attention on your boyfriend and his perfect kiss. 

“I love you.” you both said at the same time before falling into light laughter and shared breaths of overwhelm. 

You pulled your hand from his so that you could rest it against his chest as you turned to face his naked body and he still held you close around your shoulders, letting the forms of your figures mould effortlessly together in blissful ecstasy. Sharing a few more chasté kisses, you had to pull away because you were smiling too big and you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his natural scent that felt like home to you. 

With your hand caressing his soft skin of his bare chest as your heart threatened to beat right out of your own, you spoke to him in an honest breath as if testifying to the stars, “God, you deserve the world.”

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first sleepover (j.m.)

a/n: hey! i apologise for not posting in ages but i really hope you enjoy this imagine, especially the lovely anon that requested it (and has been waiting very very very patiently<3) 

summary: this request! you spend the night at jonah’s apartment for the first time. 

under the starry glow of the ceiling projector, you watch the credits of Me Before You roll on the brightly-lit screen of jonah’s laptop, the small names reflecting in your eyes as they make their journey over each person in the cast and crew. your soft sniffles go unnoticed by the boy beside you, whose body went limp with sleep at what seemed to be the half-way mark, his head nestled into your chest, unruly brunette strands tickling your skin as you scratched his scalp tenderly. you considered pausing the movie to let him sleep, not only in your arms but also in the unusual quietness that cradled the neighbourhood. yet, between the snug sensation of his weight upon your chest and his muffled snores whispering through his bedroom, you weren’t too worried about the noise possibly waking jonah up. plus, there was no chance you were willingly going to deprive yourself of lou and will’s beautiful yet bittersweet love story; their romance was too compelling to stop watching.

although now, you press your lips to his forehead for a final kiss before peeling off the blankets and easing out of bed, bringing the empty popcorn bowl and empty box of tissues with you to the kitchen. the transition from his room, rendered with a vivid blue to the scarce lighting in the rest of the apartment catches you off guard, causing you to nearly stumble over the cat padding silently across the hallway. “hey there, little guy” you breathe out. wesley’s dark fur tickles your ankles as you crouch down to greet him with a quick scratch under his chin before he slinks off into jonah’s room through the small crack in the door.  

you set the empty bowl in the sink, throw the empty box in the recycling and take a cup from the drying rack, placing it under the running faucet to chug a glass of water before shuffling around the kitchen quietly to look for a snack. you begin scanning the cluttered cabinets for something to eat. usually, jonah’s home would be brimming with all the food and snacks one could wish for but tonight seems to be an exception. after a while of searching to no avail, you find yourself reaching for the handles of the cabinets that store his cutlery and dishes, hoping to find a stray packet of chips or candy, but you end up finding something way more interesting than a mere packet of sweets. the sight of an almost full gift bag with pastel dyed tissue paper peeking out of the top tugs up the corners of your lips, and in remembering the significance of this particular saturday night, you can’t help but succumb to the giddy feelings that creep over you, warming your skin from head to toe. 

you don’t want to make this occasion a big deal, to put too much weight on something many couples simply consider the norm. however, to say you aren’t excited about sleeping over at his apartment for the first time would be an understatement. you carefully pull out the gift bag from its place hidden behind the plates in the cupboard, hastily glancing around the place as if you don’t want to be caught red handed sneaking a glimpse at what is inside. 

wesley, seemingly unbothered by your disappearance into the kitchen, had occupied your spot in bed next to jonah and curled into his chest. soon enough, jonah is awoken by the movements of his cat, spreading his consciousness further as he rubs his eyes. he leans forward, a sleepy groan slipping past his lips as he props his elbows on the mattress to find you disguised in the neon blue light of his room, but his eyes only meet the beams of a distant street-lamp, its light bleeding through the blinds and the colourful, swirling ribbons of his laptop’s screensaver. 

“y/n,” he calls your name weakly, confused as to why you’re not cuddled beside him. though it isn’t long until he guesses that you’re in the kitchen, proven by the distant sounds of the cabinet doors and drawers closing and the crinkling of food wrappers. the sounds prompt the memory of the gifts he’d bought earlier in the week, and the question of whether his hiding spot for the said gifts was good enough anchors a sense of nervousness in his mind. but it isn’t until he sees a glimmer of the pastel coloured gift bag from around the corner through the small opening of his door that he feels a panicked lump form in his throat. 

he jumps up out of bed, almost bumping into you as you walk in gleefully with the gift bag dangling from your forearm. “y/n,” he sighs. his raspy voice is drenched in disappointment, but you notice it in his face first as you halt your attempt to sneak through the doorway into his ensuite. it’s written in his features from his creased eyebrows to the gentle frown playing at his lips and you feel the awful sensation of guilt hollowing a pit in your stomach for ruining what seems to be his planned surprise. 

“i was only going to eat a little,” you mumble, looking up at him bashfully, referring to the handful of sweets you had secretly eaten. 

“‘a  little’, huh?” he chuckles, bringing your hand up to challenge your obvious lie with the sight of a fistful of candy wrappers clutched slyly in your grasp.

“yep,” you move your hand back to your side, attempting to change the subject. “you are the sweetest though, you know that? getting me all this,” you’re hoping the wide grin on your face withers away his disappointment and you glance down at the gift bag, gaze scrolling over the several, small gifts he had bought you, from the plentiful snacks and candy to the new skincare products he knew you loved to use. 

“i thought i hid that gift pretty well,” he admits, slumping back onto the bed with a deep sigh, his gaze swimming over the artificial stars dappling the ceiling.

“never underestimate me when i’m hungry. i practically have a sixth sense when it comes to finding something to eat” you joke light-heartedly, though it doesn’t seem to perk up jonah’s deflated mood. “it’s okay though, i was so surprised when i saw it.” you offer him a reassuring smile, reaching for his hands to pull him up so he’s sitting upright. you’re crouched down in front of him, caressing his hand in yours, “you fell asleep during the movie, i ruined your surprise,” you realise these two events are of differing severity but still add “can we call it even? kinda?”, giving him the brightest grin, you can muster at this hour. 

“sure.” he pulls a tight smile, and a few seconds pass until he reveals “i also have another surprise.” he adores the way your face lights up, “but wait here,” he sets his hands on your arms, urging you to sit on the bed patiently. “i’m not letting you spoil this one too.” 

jonah heads straight to the en-suite, switching on the light before he turns to the countertop to retrieve two sets of matching pyjamas in the cabinet under the sink. he flashes a warm smile once he walks back into the bedroom, offering out one set of black, velvet pyjamas to you. the two of you agree, along with many others, that wearing a pair of brand-new, soft pyjamas is simply one of the best, most pleasant feelings, so jonah expected nothing less than the beaming grin that swept across your face. “oh my god, i love them!” you push off the bed excitedly, moving to kiss his cheek once “thank you! thank you! thank you!” you clutch the pyjamas to your chest as you rush into the bathroom to put them on, leaving jonah in your wake, chuckling at your obvious eagerness. 

a cozy vibe soon settles around the two of you as you progress through the steps of your individual nightly routines. the low hum of music jonah had put on at your request is accompanied by the gentle murmur of your conversation and the calming scents of a nearby candle wisping into the bathroom. you had suggested the two of you put on the face masks, one of the items jonah had generously gifted you, earning not only an agreement from jonah but also a keen request to go first. now, you’re both standing behind the mirror, facing each other and sporting your matching velvet pyjamas while jonah finishes applying the face mask to your face. 

“okay,” he smiles, passing you the bowl with a gentle kiss, “my turn.” 

you laugh lightly at his eagerness. “are you enjoying this?” you inquire, mixing the paste haphazardly with the brush. 

“yeah,” 

“like actually enjoying this? because we can do something else if you want. we could play a video game or-”

“no, y/n. i am enjoying this. i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you.”

“really?”

“of course.” he leans down to share a few kisses, “now, hurry up, i expect you to be done tonight, not two years from now,” he jokes, receiving a scoff in fake offence and a light shove to his shoulder. 

despite the cooling sensation the face mask was supposed to have on your skin, you feel every inch of it heating up from his words - especially the loving line ‘i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you’ that he reveals so effortlessly - and the touch of his lips. the love etched in each syllable drips over you like the moonlight trickling in through the bare bathroom window and the feeling of his lips on yours quickens your heartbeat as much as if you'd just completed a sprint. you hope this never changes, that you never get tired of his flirtatious smiles whenever his gaze lingers on you, the amused twist of his lips whenever he makes a joke at your expense, or the way his arm always finds its way across your waist when you cuddle. you know for a fact that you’ll never get over nights like these, where you and jonah can let go of everything and simply show each other love. 

there aren’t any expectations to do or say anything when you're just in each other’s presence, no pressure of finding something to say in conversational silences or filling every moment together with an activity. you wouldn’t trade anything for these ordinary and silent moments with him. it’s quiet when you’re finishing applying the face mask to his face, dipping the brush a final time to fill any missed spots. you drop the brush into the bowl when you’re done. “perfect” your grin is contagious. your eyes meet once again and your smiles press against each other’s for another loving kiss. as per the directions, the pair of you wait several minutes before washing off the face masks. jonah’s patting his face with a hand towel, droplets of water rolling over his skin when you pipe up with a question. 

your face is freshly moisturised and glowing under the bright overhead lighting. “what’s next?” you prompt, clasping your hands together enthusiastically.

jonah turns to his phone on the bathroom countertop, tapping his screen to glance at the time before he responds. the numbers 12:32am on the screen seem to make him more tired and he looks back at you. a yawn tumbles from his lips as he asks “wanna watch some netflix?” the suggestion is a simple one, but a perfect one nonetheless, and you agree with a nod before taking his hand and making your way out the adjoining bathroom to his bed. 

wes hasn’t moved since you last saw him practically buried in the warm mess of blankets, but as you and jonah plop onto the bed tiredly with content sighs, the cuddly cat wastes no time settling into the small space between the pair of you, relishing in the abundance of warmth and attention. jonah laughs lightly as you murmur an “awww”, your heart melting at the cat’s sweet action. he moves in closer, his hand finding yours as he shifts more comfortably against the headboard. he uses his free hand to pull his idle laptop on his lap and put netflix back on. as he scrolls through the countless movies, you bring the gift bag up on the bed and search for another snack, ultimately deciding on m&m’s.  

“thanks for tonight j,” you let your head drop lazily on jonah’s shoulder, inviting him to share the packet of m&m’s with you. 

“my pleasure, baby, tonight’s about you and me,” his fingers find the roots of you hair and he plops a handful into his mouth, brushing his fingers through the strands. 

“us”.  you correct him. 

“exactly,” he offers you a bright smile, “which is why i think it’s only fair that it's my turn to pick a movie” he pushes the laptop in the middle. 

you can’t help but be a little sceptical, jonah’s full of surprises. “okay, what is it?” 

“top gun”

“that’s fine. but i’m not letting you off the hook. you still need to finish watching ‘me before you’. you argue, thoughts travelling back to the memories of the film as he presses the spacebar to start the second movie of the night. 

“deal,” the two of you seal the agreement with a handshake. 

however, only five minutes into the movie, you find yourself in the position jonah was in earlier, your eyelids closing under the weight of happy exhaustion and your mind captured by thoughts other than those of the film in front of you. you’re unsure whether the amount of sugar you had consumed is to blame or the calming, naturally sleep-inducing company of your boyfriend. it seems the roles have reversed now, and it’s jonah who has his arm slung over your shoulders while you’re asleep in his loving embrace. well, not totally asleep, because the moment he removes his arm from around your shoulders, slowly inching his legs to the edge of the bed under the blankets, you wake up, eyes squinting as you mumble, “don’t move.” 

your arm interlocks with his when he tries again, “i’m just going to get some water, i’ll be a second”. he places a soft kiss to your forehead, but it doesn’t suffice. 

“no, please don’t move. you’re warm and if you leave, i won’t be comfy anymore.” you try to give him a warning look, but suspect that it isn’t as threatening as you hope because you only a ripple of muffled giggles in response.

there’s no denying the rosy colour blooming on jonah’s cheeks at your words and the smile dimpling his cheeks is evident in his voice as he rubs a hand over your back, “okay, y/n. whatever you want.”

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The Heart Of A Lion I Jonah Marais pt.1

Jonah Marais X Aurora Peshlakai

Plot: Aurora Puts her morals aside to feel validated in her best friend's luxurious world. Agreeing to a fake-dating deal with the one person she can't stand, Jonah Marais. After stepping into his word and understanding why he's so distance with the world around him. Aurora takes it into her hands to show him just how amazing the world could be. Will her little quest to familiarize the ignorant musician with the best things life has to offer crash and burn? Or will it be a successful mission causing them to become something more than friends?

Word Count: 2K+

A/N: I'm in the process of rewriting That One making it more mature and developed. I put in on hiatus because I wasn't happy with the gala part it felt very cliche and young. It just wasn't something I was going for. I took out a few important keys of the original story but there's still the foundation.

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The sweet scents and warm ambiance of the Dark Bean coffee shop had begun to cure my foggy brain. I spent countless hours hunched over my desk cramming for the first midterm of the semester. Ivette somehow managed to tear be for my hell when I was so daze, I couldn't understand the material. My entire body thanked the goddess sitting across from me while it sunk into the foam of the booth.

My parents worked themselves to the ground to assure I had the best education. An opportunity they never had; I was beyond grateful. I devoted my entire being to prove to them I wasn't taking it for granted. They were relieved when I got accepted into Red Dawn University's undergrad law program.

I'm utterly exhausted.

This third year is drowning me and pulling me under. I could feel myself burning out and the worst part was that I didn't even want to pursue a career in Law. I'm an artist, that was my passion, but the proud look on both my parents faces fueled me to continue, I didn't have the heart to disappoint them after everything they've done for me.

"I didn't just bring you here for coffee." Ivette chipped and a red smile etched into her lips. I cautiously pull myself up, curiosity driving.

"I'm so proud of you." Ivette starts and plucks a gift bag I hadn't noticed in my delirium, onto the black the table. I didn't have the effort to fight her on it and gave her an unamused glance.

Reluctantly I reached for the lavender bag, her eyes are bright and full of anticipation. I peak inside once I collect it into my lap, a white apple box taunts be within. I sigh and slide the bag back onto the table. "I love you Ivette, but your words are enough of me."

She slides the bag back in front of me, "I know you don't like my extravagant gifts but please take this one. Let me replace your ten-year-old laptop. You deserve it." Her words are soft, and I felt every word she said.

"It's too much."

"No. It's not enough."

Over the years we've been friends Ivette has tried gifting me with various expensive presents. There was no way I could possibly return the favour and usually decline it. Sure, she's told me multiple times a gift isn't an exchangeable favour, but I can't help but feel indebted to her like I do with my parents. Ivette understands the way I feel and takes them back with no questions asked.

There was something about the pleading in her eyes that possessed me to take the bag, "well, god I didn't think I'd ever see the day Aurora Peshlakai willing accepted a gift."

"Don't ruin the moment." I tease.

My attention got caught by a figure approaching in my peripheral, the barista. He's tall and broad, wearing a rich brown apron atop black clothing. His complexion is dark, and his hair is a course black heap of tight curls. The iced beverage I ordered seven minutes ago rests in his hand in all it's legendary glory.

Dark Bean had the best Iced caramel lattes that would have me crawling on my knees for another. It was the perfect combination of sweet sugary goodness and the bitter depths of strong caffeine.

A grin crawled onto his lips, noticing my gaze lingering a little too long. Tray as his name tag had stated read my interest wrong, and even though he's easy on the eyes my only desire was that caramel heaven.

He kept his gaze on me, replacing my already empty coffee with the fresh one. "Iced salted caramel latte, extra drizzle and two shots of expresso." He stated,

"Thank you." I say sheepishly.

Was it really necessary to speak my customized order?

He transferred his attention to my Latina best friend, "It there anything I can get you?" His tone is polite and eager to please. She sneaks a glance at me giving me a knowing look.

Now that was an evident look of mischief.

"Unfortunately, no. One serving of caffeine is enough to last me the week." He nods his heads,

"No problem. Just give me a shout if you need another." Trey directed his last words to me. He was just doing his job, but somehow it felt like a personal attack on the amount of coffee I consumed in the hour we've been here.

"Don't worry, she will. This one is a whore for a simple coffee fix." Ivette announced for the entire café to hear. Tray flashed an intrigued look over his shoulder and heat rose high upon the surface of my skin.

I slitted my eyes playfully at her. "Some days you made it extremely hard not to strangle you."

"Oh, I'd be first in line to buy tickets to see your ager obliterate you." She stares

"Honestly at this rate it might come sooner than you anticipated." I stare back.

Soon we find ourselves locked into a starting contest.

Both of us leaning our bodies against the table, resting our arms a top it. Out faces are mere inches away from each other, testing each other, teasing each other. Her brown face is stoic until I break into a smile, and she begins to fight a bite of laughter back.

Staring contests were something we've done since high school. Always falling into them when we matched our exuberant energies together. I'm usually the one to break it but Ivette's daunting gaze darts from mine, latching onto something just past my shoulder. A look of interest slips before Ivette recovers from it.

A strong Sandalwood scent causes my head to spin before I can follow her line of vision. It was almost familiar with a few more components added to it. Once I reclaim myself, I find a tall frame shadowing our table.

Jonah Marais holds himself well, demeaner confident but relaxed. His stormy blue eyes stare at me and I wonder if he might've lost his mind on his way over here. He wasn't someone I've acquainted myself with, but Ivette had herself ringed into his circle. Dickmatized by his band's drummer, Daniel.

"Jonah what a pleasure." Ivette breaks the silence and Jonah takes it as an invitation to squeeze in next to me.

What could this man possibly want?

A wolfish grin spreads on his pink lips as if he developed the ability to sense my annoyance overnight

I roll my eyes.

I prayed to the universe he's informing Ivette of another gig his band, Why Don't We locked down. They've done well for themselves these last few years, gaining more exposure with every passing day. It wasn't rare to see them preforming in bigger venues or on well-known stages.

Although the look of determination hiding in his eyes told me otherwise. I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"You heard my parents are hosting yet another charity gala right," He directs his question at Ivette, his body splaying on the bench. Forcing his thigh to be pressed against mine.

"Yeah, for the Everett Animal Hospital Right?" Ivette falls into conversation with him like they're long-lost friends. "Yep, that's the one." He pops the 'p' out disinterest about the organization.

"Didn't they stop accepting clients because they're low staffed?" I ask,

"Gianna was saying something like that the other day." Ivette's younger sister volunteered there as much as she could outside her busy school schedule.

"Good thing my parents are the prime donors of that place" He shrugs as if money overweighted the employees.

I scoffed at the ignorance he possessed; God forbid he knew what it was like to live a normal life. There was no point in explaining that the animal hospital needed more than just money. It'd just be a waste of air, in one ear out the other.

"You taking Seavey?"

"I couldn't imagine going with anyone else. Why? Does he have other plans I'm unaware of?" Ivette pries aggressively. Needing to know if the man she devoted her time to is fishing in a different pond. I fight the urge to smack the day lights out of him.

Did he have any awareness for the people around him?

"God no, that kid is absolutely done for when it comes to you." He seems to be amused at the thought of his best friend having the ability to cheat.

Maybe he did.

"Good." A glint of pride dips into her gaze. "Are you planning on taking Yelena?"

Yelena Wren. Psych major who worked for everything she got but could never say no to a good party and a few drinks. I didn't know her too well, but I enjoyed the few conversations we've shared in class. She deserved more than what Jonah was willing to give her.

"Nah, I want something different this time around?"

"I need to know who stole your attention." She's eager and I laugh just looking at her, always ready to hear the latest drama.

Jonah's head falls in my direction and his eyes grow darker with each passing second. He's out of his goddamn mind, it sure as hell ain't stable if this motherfucker is referring to me. Ivette is speechless and her brain seems to be buffering.

"Absolutely not, Marais." I seethe still processing this entirely situation.

"Come on Princess. Quiet pretending. I know you wanted me in high school." He winks pulling his lip in with his teeth, I swallow the bile rising in my throat.

How the fuck did he get that information from? Although it was true, I did for a fraction of my teen years want to know what his hair felt like between my fingers. I'd never verbally admit it to him, besides it's purely irrelevant now. Plus, that was before I experienced firsthand who that boy really was and still is.

"You're disgusting." I spat,

"Perfect. I'll see you in two weeks." He nodded at Ivette and removes himself from the booth, I stare at the parasite until he gathers himself into his pristine tesla across the street

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"Holy shit!" Ivette musters up after a forty-five-minute commute to her lavish penthouse apartment. Falling back into her velvet lavender sofa set in the middle of her living space.

I do something similar on her second couch, staring up at the high white ceiling as if it had all the answer to the universe, "I suspected you had put him up to this." I start and I hear her movement as she shoots up. "..But your reaction was too genuine. The look of pure shook was written there as if Jonah himself shot you with a bullet."

"Not a bullet, he hit me with a fucking nuke."

"You had no idea?" I ask, there was a slim possibility she had been milking her reacting. The girl was a theatre major after all.

"Not a goddamn idea" she says, and I swear I could hear the shock still lingering in her words.

"Daniel hasn't said anything?"

"Nothing, but-" She cuts herself and it catches my attention.

I roll onto my stomach wanting to what has her gears stuttering. A blank expression splayed on her face, and I know she's trying to cover something up.

"What is it?" my question is so urgent it comes off as a demand,

"I just always thought he had a thing for you." Her tone is calm and soft, shrugging her shoulders and I don't take any of her words seriously. It was absurd just thinking about, "Whenever you came to their bar gigs I saw the way he watched you," A shiver crawls up my spine and causing shudders to cast over my entire body. "Then in conversation he seems to remember the smallest details I share about you. And brings them up several weeks or months later. It nothing too personal, just like...your favourite canvas brand or the types of colours you prefer. It's cute"

I feel as if an uninvited guess welcomed themselves into my mind and saw parts of me I kept hidden. I felt completely vulnerable. I didn't feel that way about Corbyn or Zach, so why the fuck did he have that effect on me?

"It's all just a game to him Vette," I say laying my head upon the cushions.

"Maybe," she says dismissively and somehow, I sensed she didn't mean it.

"Trust me. I'm just a flavour he hasn't had the pleasure of devouring.'

"Yeah? And what's that?" Amusement laces in her eyes,

"Uninterest."

[upindreamland]

Part 2 of: In My Arms - Zach Herron

Zach Herron x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) last part of part 1

Summary: Your husband is back after being gone for a while. (angst to fluff)

AN: I couldnt keep it angsty the whole time lol. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Go read the first part if you want. Angsty at the beginning but turns fluff. Come talk to me once you're done.

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(This takes place after Zach gets back from the writing session and the kids are asleep)

Y/N’s POV

There’s an amazing amount of tension in a room that just has two people in it. It’s just me and Zach in the kitchen. The kids have been put to bed hours ago.

I’m sitting on top of the kitchen island, while Zach stands at the entrance of the kitchen. Not knowing what to do, I picked up the glass I was drinking water out of. While I walk over to the dishwasher, I can feel his eyes on me. I just continued with what I was doing. Focusing on my hands and tuning him out. Trying anything to forget that Zach is right there.

Zach got back from the writing session just a couple of hours ago. He spent the time with the kids while I stayed off to the side. I didn’t want to start anything in front of them. They don’t need to experience that. Now that they’re asleep, I don’t have to pretend that everything’s alright.

“Hello? Are you even going to talk to me?” my husband’s voice resounds all around the kitchen as he walks closer to me.

Quickly walking out of the kitchen, I hear Zach slam his hand on the countertop before following after me into the living room.

“Babe, what is going on with you?” he asks. Just by the way he said that, I can tell that he’s becoming increasingly worried.

Sitting down on the couch (that I spent most of the nights crying and sleeping on. I couldn’t sleep on our bed because it brought back so many memories. But, he doesn’t need to know that) I fold my arms and look at anything but him. That is enough for him to know that something is seriously wrong.

“Oh, the silent treatment. Really?” he scoffed while shaking his head.

“Real fucking mature Y/N.” he said sarcastically.

That’s what caught my attention. Quickly standing up and making eye contact with him I can’t help but say,

“Says you, the one who was out partying at a club and chea-“ I cut myself off before I finish the sentence. If I say it out loud, I’m afraid that it might come true. That would be horrible for me and the kids. I know what it’s like to grow up with divorced parents. It's literal shit. I do not want my kids to experience that.

“No, go ahead and say it Y/N. Say it to my face” he responds with malice in his voice.

When I open my mouth to speak, the words get stuck in the back of my throat.

“If you’re going to accuse me of cheating on you at least have the decency to say it to my face” he yells angrily, taking a step towards me.

Shaking my head no, I look down so he won’t be able to see the tears forming in my eyes.

“No what Y/N? You need to talk to me,” the way the tone of his voice changed surprised me. I was expecting him to still yell at me and have that angry look in his eyes. However, when I looked up I saw the worried and caring eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.

Zach walked closer and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you babe. I’m just tired and haven’t been feeling the best without my amazing family by my side. I know that’s not an excuse, but I really need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”

Sniffling I look up at him and I can’t help but to let it all out,

“That night when I called you there was a woman in the background. She asked if you were ready. You hung up right away and said that you didn’t want me to hear her and that was what started it all. I tried telling myself that I was being irrational but then…”

“Y/N, honey…” Zach says

“No, let me finish, please,” he nods, “then I remembered that you didn’t call or answer our calls for five days before that. That put a big toll on me and on our kids. It just hurt so much,” I take a deep breath before continuing. “Then to top it all off, you call me from a club and criticize my parenting,” my voice becomes bitter “when you know how hard I try especially when you’re not here.

“You want to know what really made it worse, I hear that woman’s voice again. I don’t get to see my husband for who knows how long and then, having to hear this woman’s voice every time I call. You weren’t here and I didn’t have anyone's support. That’s why I’ve been…” I get cut off by my own sob.

“…why you have been sleeping on the couch and crying most nights,” Zach finishes for me.

Shock passes my face. I stumble out, “how did you know?”

He can’t help the smile appear on his face, “your incredible kids did. Riley and Sophia told me they saw you crying on the couch one day. And that you never went up to bed and they always heard crying noises,” the smile disappears, “Okay I’m going to explain now but it might be long so be ready,” he finishes.

“You don’t hav-” I start but get cut off.

“Oh no missy don’t even start. I know you want an explanation and you deserve to hear from me.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I know that you think I was cheating but it was nothing like that. The woman you heard was a realtor. I was looking for a house to buy since I know you wanted a place to travel to during the summer and winter time and that you love that part of the country. I was so busy that when I was done it was already so late that I didn’t want to call. That’s why I didn’t call for those five days. Then when you called, we were just getting ready to go look at a house that I had a good feeling about. She asked if I was ready to leave and I responded how I did because I didn’t want you to hear her because I was afraid she was going to spoil the surprise. I hung up quickly just in case. I’m sorry for that. About what I said in the club, I was drunk and I was just taking my insecurities out on you. I know you’re an amazing mom and those kids wouldn’t be who they are without you. There’s a reason why I put four children in you,” he gives me a cheeky smile.

“I just so happened to run into her at the club with her girlfriend. She said that I had to figure out what I wanted before I left in regards to the houses we saw. I know it must have sounded wrong but it meant nothing. I’m sorry if you felt like I was lying and I’m sorry if it felt like I broke my promises. I know what you were probably thinking at night all alone Y/N. So I’m telling you this right now and I mean it truthfully, you will always be safe in my arms Y/N. Nothing, not even a fucking house can tear us apart.”

I smiled at him, thankful for his explanation. I knew I made the right decision in saying yes when he proposed. All of my worries seemed to disappear. We were going through a hard time in our relationship, but the important things stayed the same. He is an amazing husband and father just as I am an amazing wife and mother. Relationships are never easy but when they get hard, it’s up to the two people in love to make up for it and I think Zach and I did an amazing job. “I understand Zach, I'm so sorry for how I reacted.”

“It’s alright babe. Come on let’s go cuddle upstairs in our bed together, before the kiddos wake up.

And that’s exactly what we did. In each other's arms.

(And yes Zach got me the most amazing vacation house ever. I can’t wait to check it out.)

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AN: Ahhhh okay here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think down below. Love you all and have a great rest of your day!

- Kara (upindreamland)

[wqterlillypdfs]

the lotus inn (d.s)

pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming. inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we. word count: 1.7k trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)

This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.

With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.

You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.

11:02 pm Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you? Are you still coming? ??? Hello?

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.

Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”

Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel. 

As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.

Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds. 

Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.

Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats. 

“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.

Guess old habits die hard.

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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the  highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.

His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”

Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”

You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”

“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”

You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.

It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.

Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.

He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”

Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.

Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?

As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces. 

The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.

You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs. 

And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.

But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you. 

Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.

You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.

So you wish your secrets farewell.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.

It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.

You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.

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Welcome Home // Daniel Seavey *SMUT*

A/N: so this is one of my first times writing smut so I apologise if my virgin ass makes this shit.

Warnings: +18 smut

Y/N's pov:

So since it's quarantine it's been months since I've seen Daniel, we've been going strong since we were 13 and now I haven't been able to see him, fuck covid.

Thankfully the borders are opened so I'm in L.A standing at his front door, he has no clue that I'm here and hopefully he'll be happy to see me.

I knock on the wooden door waiting a few minutes before I hear the door handle twisting, with the creak of the door I look up to see my gorgeous dani standing there with his mouth open in shock.

"Baby?" He whispers like he's about to cry, I smile and instantly jump into his arms, God I've missed his warm embrace "I missed you so much baby" he cries "I've missed you so much more dani" I say and kiss his lips.

He drags me inside and pushes me up against the wall, slowly his lips find their way to my neck, I let out a breathy moan as he leaves marks all over my neck.

"Let's take this upstairs" he says breathlessly and grabs my hand dragging me up the stairs, Thank God nobody else was home.

As soon as we get to his room the pushes me down on his soft silk bed and gets on top of my body, his hands roam my body as we continue to makeout.

"Fuck I've missed this" I moan into the kiss, "mmm" he groans not wanting to remove his soft lips from mine.

He breaks the kiss to take my shirt off exposing my lace bra " fuck in just a few months your tits have gotten alot bigger" he says and starts leaving wet kisses on my chest.

I reach behind my back to remove my bra as he gropes my boobs, as soon as my bra is gone he instantly moves down and starts sucking on my nipples.

I let out a breathy moan "Fuck Dani"

He removes his mouth from my boobs to remove his shirt and take my shorts off, he starts kissing down my stomach to my underwear and pulls them of with his teeth somehow.

He kisses my thighs and spreads my legs, before I can even process what's happening he licks a stripe up my wet slit.

I tug on his curly locks as he starts eating me out like I'm his last meal on death row, suddenly he shoves a finger into my tight hole.

"Holy shit" I moan, he continues to do this and I start to feel a knot building up in my stomach "fuck don't stop" I moan and he stops "did you not hear what I just said?" I ask confused as to why he stopped when I wanted the opposite.

"I want you to cum on my cock, that's why" he says as he starts removing his sweatpants and boxers.

He gets on top of me again and lines his cock up to my entrance, he kisses my lips as he pushes inside of me, stretching me out.

"Fuck you're so tight" he moans as I whimper at the stinging of him stretching me out, it's been a while.

"Can I move baby?" He asks and I nod frantically begging for some friction, he starts thrusting into me and the burning sensation turns into pleasure.

"Oh f fuck dani" I moan as I tug on his curls, he starts letting out pornographic moans as he's thrusting harder and faster into me, his body hitting my clit after each thrust making me throw my head back in pure ecstasy.

"I I'm gonna cummm dani" I moan really loud, I'm so glad nobodys home to hear the skin slapping and moans coming from Daniel and I's mouth and body.

"Wait for me baby" he groans as I feel the knot building up in my stomach begging for release.

"I can't hold on much llongerr" I pant as his thrusts start getting sloppy "cum for me baby" he groans.

"FUCK DANIEL" I scream as the knot in my stomach comes undone, I feel him twitch inside me and reach his high just after mine.

"Holy shit you feel so good" he moans as he pulls out and collapses next to me, pulling my naked frame closer to his.

He stares into my eyes while rubbing my cheek with his soft hand "I'm so glad you're home baby I missed you too much" he whispers and kisses my lips.

He keeps rubbing my cheek as I slowly close my eyes "I love you" I whisper "I love you too" he says just as everything turns black, falling asleep with the love of my life.

A/N: again sorry if this was shit, I tried lmao