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joining the trend of love + support!!! i love ur art and you’re so cool + creative!!! hope you’re having a nice night!<3 and i hope that anon is seething!
Thank you thank you!!
#ask#thank you for the kind words!#I'm gonna keep using that tag so I can find these lovely messages when I need a pick me up#all the support has made me want to draw something#I'll have to brainstorm some ideas#I didn't draw tonight though#I de-stressed with animal crossing#(I'm still playing actually - I just paused to answer some lovely messages)
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Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute
MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️
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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.
He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.
It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.
He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.
He ignored the first question that popped up.
who got you that ring?
He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.
But then questions kept coming in.
R U ENGAGED???
usually the girl wears the ring right
If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe
The last one made him pause.
It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.
“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”
Steve put his hand down, sighing.
“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”
He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.
“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.
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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.
The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.
“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”
“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”
Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.
“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
She maybe had a crush on him, too.
“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”
Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?
It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.
He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.
Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.
He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.
“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.
Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”
“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.
“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.
“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.
“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.
“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.
“But I ruined our plan!”
“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”
“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”
“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”
Steve let out a long breath before responding.
“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”
“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”
Steve let out a small laugh.
“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”
“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”
He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.
Everything would be fine.
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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.
He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.
Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.
“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.
“No, you’ll distract me.”
“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”
Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.
“What’s got you so worried?”
“Everything.”
Eddie sighed.
“But specifically.”
“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.
“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”
“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.
“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.
“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”
“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”
Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.
He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.
They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.
Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.
Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.
Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.
Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.
Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.
“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”
“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.
“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”
“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.
“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”
Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.
He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.
Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.
Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.
“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.
Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.
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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.
It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.
Now they didn’t.
Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.
They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.
When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.
“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”
“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”
“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.
Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.
“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.
“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.
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hi !! I love your work and I was wondering if you could maybe do a albert x !gn reader? with prompts 40 and 3 :) it’s okay if not I 100% understand I just thought i’d ask !! have a good day/afternoon/night and take care ! <3
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Hi anon !! :)
thank you for being so nice every time I see this it basically makes me cry.
sorry this took so long !!
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Prompts:
40.) "How many times have I told you already? Sit still !"
3.) "I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to."
Summary: after a long day of aimlessly messing around your town, you and albert both decide to go home after being kicked out of a Walmart.
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The door screeches shut while you kick the snow off your shoes.
Albert cannot stop laughing, of course. Even though you were tired, you couldn't help but smile at his antics.
"hopefully no one caught that- actually I hope they did. that would be something funny to post about." You admit putting your shoes and coat by the door.
"what? you falling off the top of the freezers because you thought it was a good idea to hit a kickflip on top of it?" albert questions hanging his coat over yours chuckling.
"well... yes." you answer. "i'm gonna shower, and then were gonna make a pillow fort and watch the marvel timeline."
you pivot on your foot to cleanse yourself from the dirt. your side ached, feeling sore of something. you suspected it was from the fall. the freezers weren't very high but it definitely took something out of you falling face first into the cold, hard floor.
you walk into albert's room and open a drawer, one specifically dedicated for when you stay the night. which was almost every night, so it's turned into you and albert just sharing clothes.
you pull some comfy shorts and baggy shirt from your drawer. you quizzed at why one of albert's shirts was in your drawer but why even think? it's a pretty nice band tee.
after you clean yourself up, you drag yourself downstairs, your blanket slumped over your shoulder.
"alberttt-" you call.
you hear him answer from in the living room, some sort of weird noise as response.
you walk into the dimly lit room to see the tv set up to the first movie to watch.
most of the pillow fort was already set up, which consisted of a couple pillows on the floor. looking more of a pillow ruin than the fort itself.
you sigh but decide to leave it, too tired to try to rebuild.
"what happened here?"
"well I built the fort... but I had the urge to jump on it." he pauses. "and I did."
you laugh at his antics but step your way to the couch.
you both lay on the couch, the marvel movies playing while you drown yourselves in the feeling of being tangled in each other.
"my head is killing me.." you mumble against albert's chest, which heavies in rhythm with your breaths.
albert sounds to say something but pauses, hesitating.
"I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to." he proposes.
you quirk your head up, heart getting excited at the thought of the event.
"please." you laugh.
he guides you to situp, pointing you to the spot off but against the couch, between his legs.
you feel his fingers on your hair and your body relaxes, eyes threatening to shut while he messages your head.
you couldn't help but keep fidgeting and moving around, trying to stay awake to savor the moment was important.
yut nevertheless, you feel your head droop.
"sit still, n/n-" he urges, carefully braiding your hair.
you apologize with half-lidded eyes. the battle of the century.
"how many times have I told you already? sit still !" albert complains.
"I'm sorry al, I'm just tired."
you feel him loosen, guilt enveloping from your incoherent response.
"I'm almost done, n/n.."
he finishes in no time, reaching for your hair tie to complete the style.
You thank him, the loose braid and head message helped enough for you to dooze off.
he helps you up, guiding you to lay against him on the couch, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
you incoherently keep thanking him as you fall into your sleep, and his heart leaps at it.
he just found you so adorable whenever you were like this.
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Authors note: this is the third and last part of @sihtricfedaraaahvicius lovely first date fluff request.
Summary: Sihtric – a talented artist – juggles between his passion for painting and his job as a graphic designer. At the corporate Christmas party, Sihtric's unspoken feelings for his boss are tested when a twist of fate brings them closer than expected.
Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)
Warnings: actually none, fluff, suppressed feelings
Word Count: 4,2 K
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek
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You paced the living room, casting irritated glances at your phone. "Why did I leave it on silent? Maybe I missed a notification," you thought, even though you had checked it roughly fifty times in the past hour.
"Come on! Get a grip," you scolded yourself, rolling your eyes. "You're acting like a lovestruck teen! It's just Sihtric." But even as you thought that, butterflies took flight in your stomach. Who were you trying to kid?
You flopped down on the couch, hugging a cushion. "It's just one text. One little message. Is that too much to ask?" But as the minutes ticked by, the screen remained annoyingly void of new notifications. You huffed, tossing the phone beside you.
"Maaaybe I should text him? No, no. Play it cool," the debate in your mind continued.
Just as you were about to convince yourself to opt for some distraction — Netflix or that pint of ice cream in the freezer — your phone buzzed.
Heart leaping, you snatched it up. The sender's name made your heart race even faster: Sihtric.
The screen lit up with Sihtric's name, and the content of the message made your heart do that weird jumpy thing again.
"Hey, just checking in. Are you okay? What are you up to? Also, is it cool if I call you? I know it's late."
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, a flurry of responses running through your mind from "Yes, please call! I've been waiting!" till "No, I'm totally busy and not thinking about you at all!" Ugh, why was it so hard?
"Keep it chill," you reminded yourself, typing back, "Hey! I'm just relaxing, watching the city lights. Sure, you can call."
You hit send, and the waiting game began. Every second seemed to stretch, and you mentally prepared for the conversation, trying to sound casual and not like you'd been staring at your phone for hours. The phone's ringtone finally broke the silence, and with a deep breath, you swiped to answer.
The moment you picked up the call, Sihtric's familiar voice came through, though this time tinged with a hint of hesitation. "Hey, it's me. I, um... just wanted to make sure things are cool between us. Today was... unexpected."
You could picture him, probably ruffling his hair nervously, maybe even pacing his room just like you'd been doing earlier.
He continued, his voice growing softer, "I've been trying to paint, you know, but it's just... it's not happening. All I can think about is you. It's maddening."
Your heart raced. The honesty in his voice was disarming. You took a moment to find the right words, not wanting to sound too eager or too distant. "Sihtric, about today... I wasn't upset about the kiss, not at all."
There was a short pause on the other end of the line, probably Sihtric absorbing your words.
"You weren't?" he finally asked, hope evident in his tone.
"No," you responded with a chuckle, "And I'm really looking forward to your exhibition. I mean, if you can eventually get back to painting."
You could almost hear the grin in his reply. "I'll manage, especially now."
There was a noticeable pause and you wondered what to say next.
"You know," Sihtric started, his voice a tad shaky, "I've been thinking... The exhibition is still some days away, and I kinda... I mean, I don't really want to wait that long to see you again."
Your heart did a little flip. "What are you getting at, Sihtric?" you teased lightly, though your own voice betrayed your anticipation.
He cleared his throat, gathering courage, "Would you... I mean, would you be up for grabbing dinner or coffee or... I don't know, something before the exhibition? Like, a date?"
Your cheeks warmed up, the boldness of his question catching you off guard, but in a delightful way. "A date, huh?" you mused, drawing out the moment just a tad, relishing in the sweet uncertainty of it.
"Yes," you finally replied, your voice soft but certain, "I'd love that."
Sihtric let out a breathy laugh, relief evident in his tone, "Good. That's... that's really good. How about the day after tomorrow? I've got a few last-minute touches to make for the exhibition," Sihtric's voice resonated with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.
"That works for me," you replied, the grin evident in your voice. "Gives me some time to pick out the perfect outfit."
Sihtric chuckled, "You'd look amazing in anything. Alright, day after tomorrow it is."
There was a brief pause, the comforting kind filled with bubbling excitement. "Hey," Sihtric finally said, his tone softer, "Sweet dreams, okay? And... thank you."
You smiled, heart fluttering. "Sweet dreams, Sihtric. I'm looking forward to our date."
"Okay, deep breaths," you whispered to yourself the moment the call ended, dashing to your wardrobe and sliding open the doors. Dresses, skirts, blouses stared back at you, making the choice a torment.
After trying on what felt like half your wardrobe, you flopped onto your bed, tired but with a smile plastered across your face. As you snuggled under your blanket, thoughts of Sihtric floated in — his voice as he said your name, the mischievous grin in his eyes, his lips brushing against yours in that crazy, sweet and passionate kiss. And you slowly drifted off to sleep with his voice playing in your head like a soft, contagious tune.
Meanwhile, at his studio across town, Sihtric stood, brush in hand, in front of a blank canvas. The adrenaline from the call, the buzz of the upcoming date, it was a wild mix of emotions and his heart was doing weird flips. He was in a daze. You weren't mad about the kiss, and hell, you’d even agreed to go out with him. Sihtric felt like he was floating, living out a daydream, his eyes sparkling with glee as the painting started to take shape.
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The next morning, as the first light streamed in, Sihtric practically leapt out of bed, his mind racing. "I have just one day to make it perfect," he kept thinking. His desire to make it memorable reached borderline frantic levels. So, what started as a simple dinner plan quickly turned into a reservation at “La Brasserie” – one of the city's most exclusive spots. It was the place for celebs and big shots. And while it was typically booked out for months, Sihtric had some connections and managed to nab a table.
And the ride? Well, he imagined you in a killer outfit, and he wanted the ride to be just as cool. A couple of quick calls, and boom, he got a sleek limo with a professional driver ready to roll up at your door.
Sihtric scratched his head over the question of an appropriate gift. "Jewellery? Is that too much?" he wondered. He found this dainty bracelet with these tiny diamonds that caught the light just right.
Throughout the day, he was a bundle of nerves, second-guessing everything. Was it too much? Would you find it overwhelming? But then he'd remember that twinkle in your eyes, your laugh, and he'd be all in again. He just wanted the night to be as special as what he felt for you.
It was evening already as Sihtric stared at his phone in confusion, his fingers hovering over the phone's keyboard. He wanted to give you a hint without revealing too much, and he wanted to convey his excitement without overwhelming you. With a laugh, he hit the dial.
"Hey! Hope you're good,” he said as soon as you had picked up. “So, I've got a fun plan for tomorrow night, nothing too wild, promise! Just a heads up to expect... a little something. Excited to see you!”
He waited, fingers crossed, hoping he'd struck the right balance.
Hearing Sihtric’s cheerful voice brought a smile to your face.
"Hey there! Look, I'm all in for a fun evening. But let's keep it chill and simple, okay? No fancy places with people trying to show off. And please, no gifts. I'm just looking forward to a good time with you, getting to know the guy behind the canvas."
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"Man, what was I thinking?" Sihtric mumbled to himself after you had hung up, cringing at the thought of the swanky restaurant reservation. All he wanted was to give you an unforgettable evening, but it seemed he was about to overdo it.
"Alright, deep breaths," he told himself, taking a moment to refocus. "OK, she's obviously into real moments, not big gestures. Easy, chill vibes."
For most folks, a low-key date might mean grabbing coffee or chilling at a park, nothing easier than that. But for Sihtric, this was like a nightmare. He wanted to nail it, to make it perfect and memorable. And how the heck he was supposed to do it in a chill and simple setting?
Every idea Sihtric came up with seemed too over the top or just plain dull. He kept overthinking, "You've got one shot at this, don't blow it!" But the more he thought, the more tangled he felt. And in truth it wasn't even about the date. Deep down, he was just simply scared that he, as just plain old 'Sihtric', wouldn't be enough. He so badly wanted to show you how special you were to him, and doubted profoundly if the ordinary, everyday Sihtric could do that.
And suddenly, it hit him. An idea so simple, yet so... him. Bingo.
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Sihtric paused outside your door, a mess of nerves and excitement. He wanted to press the doorbell, then hesitated. It hit him just how wild this was. He was about to take out the very person he'd been low-key crushing on for the last half year, someone who seemed worlds apart from his everyday life just a short while ago.
He inhaled deeply, trying to calm down. Everything he'd rehearsed in his head had suddenly disappeared, leaving his brain empty and blank as a white canvas. Thoughts buzzed around like, "Should I drop a compliment straight up? What if there’s that weird silence? What if…"
"Hey, you got this. Just be real," he tried to encourage himself and pushed the doorbell, crossing his fingers in the hope the night would feel as genuine as he wanted it to be.
The doorbell rang and a tiny "Oh no!" slipped out of your mouth. "Already?!" Glancing in the mirror, you were mentally battling with your outfit choice... again. "Too fancy? Or just boring? Why didn't I plan better?"
Shaking off the nerves, your focus shifted. "Wait, where are my shoes?!" Spotting one near the coffee table, you quickly put it on. Then, snapping the other, you hurried to the door, hopping around on one feet and trying to get that damned shoe on too. You must've looked like a scene from a romantic comedy.
Opening the door with one shoe fully on and the other half-worn, you looked up to find Sihtric's amused eyes on you. There was a brief moment where both of you just looked at each other, taking in the reality of the situation.
A nervous laugh escaped your lips, "Well, this is one way to start a date, huh?"
Sihtric's eyes widened as he took in your appearance and his face broke into a genuine, warm smile, as his laughter met yours, "Keeping things interesting right from the start. I'm here for it."
Sihtric took a moment to really see you. You were glowing, looking effortlessly chic. And while he was totally impressed, there was one small issue: in his frantic effort to find the perfect setting, he had forgotten to warn you that his new plan for the evening involved a bit of a chill. Like the real chill.
"Hey," he began, a little sheepish, "you look amazing, like seriously. But, uh, we might be braving the cold tonight. Maybe something a touch warmer?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks reddened, realising this wasn't a typical way to start a date chat. "Just don’t want you freezing. Trust me, though, it's gonna be cool."
Your eyes sparkled with amusement, appreciating his thoughtfulness. With a smile, you replied, "Give me a moment, and I'll be right back. Cosy and warm it is!"
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"Hey, so we're heading to this cool little town about a half-hour away. Grew up there, and trust me, it’s magic this time of year," Sihtric shared in the car, sneaking quick glances your way as he spoke.
You tried to seem focused, but your mind was elsewhere. The dim light from the dashboard illuminated his features just enough for you to notice the fine lines of his profile, the curve of his lips, and the intense concentration in his eyes. He looked different outside the confines of the office - more relaxed, more...himself. And wow, did it look good on him.
It's funny how different settings can make you see someone in a whole new way and in the soft light of Sihtric's car, miles from the daily office buzz, you started to get it - the connection, the vibe between you two that you'd totally missed before.
You got caught staring, and when you looked up, Sihtric was grinning right back at you. "Oops," you mumbled, your cheeks flushing as you quickly turned to the window, but you couldn't help that sly smile creeping on your face.
His laugh broke the moment. "Caught you." The air in the car became slightly charged. The night was young, and you were all in for wherever it might lead.
The little town looked like something emerged out of a fairy tale. Snow everywhere, and those cute houses all lit up. The car pulled to a stop and next moment Sihtric was already out, jogging over to your side and swinging the door open.
"Lady," he smiled, extending his arm out for you to take.
You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes but taking his arm nonetheless. The snow crunched under your feet as you walked, and the cold air filled your lungs, invigorating and refreshing. Sihtric took you on a mini tour, with each street looking like it could be on a postcard. It was super chilly but the warm lights from the houses made everything feel cosy.
Then you neared the park, the distant sound of festive music and laughter growing louder, and you actually thought that you were stepping into a winter wonderland. The trees were adorned with these twinkling lights, making the snow sparkle like with some kind of magic. And then there were these cute stalls everywhere that seriously looked like gingerbread houses from a storybook. They were selling all sorts of cool stuff, and the air was filled with the awesome smell of mulled wine, roasted nuts, and waffles. Just thinking about it made your mouth water.
People were everywhere, chilling around fire pits or grooving to some live music from a band on a small stage.
Sihtric, sensing your wonder, looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with delight. "What do you think?" he asked, the anticipation clear in his voice.
You took a moment, letting the ambiance wash over you, before replying, "It's magical, Sihtric. It's like something out of a movie. Seriously."
His grin got even bigger, and you could tell he was so glad, even relieved you were into it.
The market was just ahead, but right where you stood, the snow was untouched. You couldn’t resist. Gathering up a handful, you quickly shaped it into a snowball. With a sneaky smile, you shouted, "Hey, Sihtric!" The second he looked over, you launched it right at him, nailing him on the arm.
For a moment, he stood there, feigning shock, then a sly smile formed on his lips. "You're so asking for it," he laughed, making up his own snowball.
The next couple minutes were a total chaos. Snowballs whizzed around. Laughter echoed through the chill air, as you both ducked, dodged and chucked snow at each other.
Sihtric, being taller and stronger, had a bit of an advantage. But you were sneaky and kept catching him off guard. At one point, he theatrically dove behind a tree to avoid your throw, only to emerge with a heap of snow on his arms, which he playfully dumped right onto you from behind.
"Hey! Not fair!" you squealed, trying to shake off the cold.
He just chuckled, his eyes shining with mischief. "All's fair in love and snowball wars." He couldn't stop laughing, especially when you landed a snowball on his chest in payback.
With that cheeky glint in his eyes, he suddenly lunged forward, grabbing you around your waist and giving you a twirl. The world seemed to blur – the lights, the stalls, the snow.
When he finally put you down, both of you were breathless and laughing, and for a split second, everything else faded. The rest of the world seemed to be far away, as if you two were caught in a snow globe of your own. You felt the warmth of his gaze, noticed the rosy flush on his cheeks, and how his eyes lit up looking at you. The moment felt so right. He leaned in, and you could feel your heart drumming in your chest. Just as your lips were about to meet, a heap of snow from the tree above decided to tumble down onto both of you. The moment was ruined, but you both just burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
Sihtric glanced at your snow-dusted coat and a tiny worry line creased his forehead. As much fun as this was, he didn't want you to freeze. Tossing up his hands in surrender, his playful grin shifted to a warm smile.
"Okay, okay! You've got me! You win!" he exclaimed, dropping to his knees dramatically.
You giggled, triumphantly raising another snowball over your head like a trophy. "Well, what say you, defeated one? How will you buy your way out of this?"
Sihtric looked up at you, eyes sparkling, "How about a peace offering? Some mulled wine and waffles as a sign of my absolute and utter surrender?"
You smirked, considering. "Mulled wine and waffles? Hmm... " Tossing the snowball aside, you continued, "You've got yourself a deal. But let's get one thing straight: I'm the snowball fight champ. No rematches!"
Sihtric chuckled, getting up and brushing off the snow. "Agreed." He offered his arm, which you playfully took, and the two of you, covered in snow and beaming, made your way to the market's warmth.
Sihtric guided you to a stall where the scent of warm spices and wine filled the air. Grinning cheekily, he handed you a mug of hot mulled wine, partly as a truce, but mostly as an attempt to warm you up.
Taking a sip, you felt the comforting warmth seep in. Sihtric, meanwhile, seemed to be lost in a little world of his own. He was watching the little things you probably didn’t even notice you were doing: the way you held the mug, the small sigh of contentment as you took a sip.
The rising steam from the wine swirled around your face, giving you an almost dreamlike appearance. Sihtric realised he was staring a touch too long, but he couldn’t help it. He was just so caught up in the moment, feeling like he wanted nothing more than to wrap up in a big, cosy blanket with you and never let you leave.
After you both finished your drinks, Sihtric brought you the promised waffles and nudged you playfully, suggesting a walk around the market. He kept sneaking these glances, not even trying to hide them. Seeing you like this, all relaxed and bubbly, was so different from the always in control boss back at work. Your laughter, the way you’d stop and admire a cute trinket or close your eyes, while breathing in the yummy smells wafting around — these cute moments were absolute treasures for him; they felt like he was getting to know a part of you he had never seen before. And he was all in for it.
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You felt like you had landed in a fairy tale, a cosy and warm fairy tale, but it wasn’t just the wonderful surroundings that gave you that sense; it was actually Sihtric. Every step you took with him was like a breath of fresh air and you couldn't help but notice the ease that surrounded him.
There was something about Sihtric, maybe it was his childlike enthusiasm, his wholehearted laugh or the way he got excited over the tiniest things, that made you forget all the stress and monotony of everyday life.
While wandering around, he stopped at a stall with wooden toys. He took a small soldier and let it march over his palm. Sihtric laughed, giving you a playful nudge. "Look at this," he grinned, showing the toy, "Simple and joyful. Kinda like how I feel right now with you."
Your heart warmed at his words. Being with Sihtric felt like being kids again, back to times when days were carefree and everything was an adventure. You gave his hand a little squeeze, grateful for the lightness and happiness of the moment.
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The ride home was easygoing, the radio was playing the usual repertoire for this time of the year, and although you had never been fond of the “Last Christmas”, you found yourself quietly humming along.
In the gentle glow from the dashboard Sihtric sneaked a few quick looks your way now and then, and every time he did, his heart raced a little faster. He couldn’t help but think about the evening over and over again, replaying every smile, every laugh, every touch, wondering if any of it meant as much to you as it did to him. Did you share even a fraction of the emotions he was grappling with? Did your heart race when he was close, just as his did?
At the red lights, he'd let his gaze linger a little longer, trying to read you; taking a breath, he mustered the courage to break the silence.
"Tonight was... kinda amazing, wasn't it?" he said, voice low and a tad unsure.
You turned his way, your eyes locked for a second, and in that fleeting moment, seeing that weird spark in them, Sihtric felt a glimmer of hope, the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you felt something too.
"Was it?" You blurted out, a hint of blush creeping onto your cheeks, mentally kicking yourself for not having something smoother to say.
He chuckled, "Yeah, it was. It's just...you outside of work…You’re… You're... amasing."
You swallowed, feeling a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. "I had a great time too, Sihtric," you finally managed to respond, your voice soft.
The car ride went quiet for a sec. Sihtric cleared his throat, fingers playing on the steering wheel, and stole another quick glance at you.
"There's...uh, there's something I'd like to show you," he started, voice low and kinda shaky. He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself. "It's a place...a place very personal to me. My studio."
Your eyebrows went up. This was new.
He continued, "I've never really shown it to anyone. It's where I paint, where I kinda dump everything going on in my head." He glanced at you, waiting for a reaction, eyes all open and honest. "I'd like you to see it. Only if you want to, of course."
You could sense the significance of his invitation. Taken aback by the depth of the offer, you took a moment to process. This wasn't just about showing a room with paintings. He was offering you a sneak into an important part of who he really was.
"I'd love to see it," you replied softly, touching his arm reassuringly.
A big, relieved smile spread across Sihtric's face, and for the rest of the drive, an air of anticipation enveloped the two of you.
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Sihtric pulled up to his apartment complex, but instead of heading straight for the main doors, he headed towards a tucked-away side entrance with some steep stairs.
With every step, the city noise started to get softer, replaced by the muted quiet of the attic.
Unlocking and pushing open a door, Sihtric stepped aside and motioned for you to go in first. Inside was a world of its own: canvases stacked up, paints and brushes all around, rough sketches pinned up, and candles – like, absolutely everywhere.
“I don’t like the harsh light from bulbs when I paint,” he explained, helping you out of your coat and throwing it on a couch in the corner. Sihtric quickly went around, lighting up the candles.
“So, this is it," Sihtric started, sounding a bit hesitant. "My own little corner, my escape. Thought you should see it.”
The dim candle light, paired with the gentle moonlight glow from the window, added a layer of intimacy to the space and left you touched and breathless. Each piece felt so...alive. It was like walking into a dream, where colours danced and whispered tales of hope, love, and heartbreak. And it got you wondering – how had you missed this side of Sihtric?
As you moved from painting to painting, a mix of awe for Sihtric and a touch of self-doubt stirred inside. Here was this stunning, handsome and incredibly talented man, opening up his world to you. What did he see in you?
You halted in front of a particularly crazy cool painting — blue crashing into blazing orange, like a wild dance of peace and chaos. Sihtric was quiet, watching you like he was trying to read your thoughts.
"Wow, it’s so beautiful," you breathed out, more to yourself than him.
He took a step closer, sneaking his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck.
"Kinda like life, right? A mad mix of the chill and the storm," he whispered.
You turned to face him, "Sihtric, this is just mind-blowing… It's incredible. You are so talented… And now, seeing all this, I … I feel like I have been blind all this time… and I can’t help wondering... why me?"
Sihtric shot you a playful grin, pulling you closer to his chest. "You know, in the crazy ride of my life, you just appeared to be the missing piece. A skill without a heart behind it is worthless. And my heart just chose you."
You smiled at him, gazing into his warm, mismatched eyes. A soft moan slipped from your lips as Sihtric leaned in to kiss you. It was just the first of many moans, sighs, and gasps of pure pleasure you couldn't hold back that night as Sihtric's lips and hands explored every inch of your body. And by dawn, with the room softly lit by morning's first light, you found yourself snug in his embrace, pleasantly tired and breathless, listening to him whispering words of affection and admiration, and all you could think of was how lucky you were that somehow, the stars had aligned and brought you both together on that balcony just in the right moment for this fairy tale to begin.
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12, Lis/Tilda
Ohohooo prepare for some completely unedited angst
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“Actually… I just miss you.”
Lis knew better than to answer a call from Tilda, especially while hunched over her desk at—she squinted at the clock in the corner of her workstation—2am. So she let it go to voicemail. It was only at 4am, when she leaned back from her desk with an exhausted groan, that she saw the notification. It seems Tilda had left a message. With trepidation, she had started playing it.
In the background of the call, Lis could hear muffled classical music playing. She was never good at identifying particularly composers. Tilda herself is hushed, and...drunk? There is an uncharacteristic slur to her words, and Lis can detect the barest hint of Tilda's Dutch accent, normally so carefully tamped down. Gone is the carefully crafted stoicism; the Tilda she hears recorded is raw. Vulnerable.
She started the call with some flimsy excuse—some item left behind at Lis's apartment—but Lis could tell it was just a pretense for calling. Nobody calls someone at 2am to remind them to mail over a forgotten jacket. Tilda seemed to realize this too; she let out a tense sigh.
Lis continues to listen.
"I miss you so much, Lis. I miss your triumphant grin, when you'd figure out a solution to a tough problem. I miss the way the sunlight would make your hair shine like polished bronze. I miss the way you smell, like your cheap supermarket shampoo and machine oil. I even miss your sarcastic bite."
There is a pause—is that a sob, Lis can hear faintly?
"I can't sleep without you, Lis. The nightmares have returned, and I am suffocating, drowning in the flood. I wake up tangled in my sheets, panic clawing at my throat. I haven't sleep through the night since..."
Tilda trails off, and Lis feels her chest tighten.
"I know you won't call me back. I understand that, truly. But Lis...I love you. I miss you. I would do anything to have you back.
I am forever yours."
The recording ends. Lis spends a good few minutes staring at the faint glow of her workstation, pushing down the pain, and the loneliness. Going back to Tilda would be...easy. Familiar. But it wouldn't be right for her, not anymore. She's grown too far apart, and the hurt? It's still too big.
"I'm sorry, Tilda," she whispers to herself, her holo workstation illuminating the dark hoods under her eyes. She pushes back from her desk and stands. "I just can't."
She deletes the message, so she won't listen to it on repeat.
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Companion part 11
Happy spooky day everyone! Probably gonna get a tattoo today for the holiday 💀
Her phone was ringing. Samaria grumbled and dug around her bag for it.
"Mara!" It was Jason. "You need to turn on your stream."
"What? It's not live anymore, I can't go back to it."
"Yes it is. You need to turn it on. Your views practically doubled because people are talking to the companion."
"Fuck! Thanks Jason." She hung up and immediately pulled up her own stream. True to his word, she saw lenas face. She was holding up the stuffed cow samaria had gotten her to the camera with a shy grin. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She quickly scrolled through the messages, noticing it was all talk about the companion, and how she was cleaning?
Samaria picked up her pace and all but ran home. She unlocked the door and quickly went to the computer. "Alright. Alright. I'm back from class. I think you've all had enough of watching cleaning. I'll answer questions later!" She grinned and made sure to turn the stream off this time.
She scowled and looked at Lena, who's smile was replaced by a whimper as her ears drooped. "Did you talk to them?"
"No."
"Did you do anything they asked?"
"I showed them Mr. Moo." Lena squeezed the stuffed toy in question. "And cleaned."
Samaria just seemed to notice that. Trash was gone, laundry put in a basket, and her bed was made. "Ah. I see that." She paused. "I didn't tell you to do that."
"Mutt has to earn food." Lena said immediately, clearly a sentence her previous master had told her enough times to become muscle memory.
A sigh escaped her. Gods this bastard really treated her like a slave and not a companion. "You're not in trouble." She spoke softly. "And thank you for cleaning. You did a nice job." She could see Lena relax at her words. "Now let's see what they all thought of you." She sat down to scroll through the streams chat. A lot of people asking about her, or wanting her to show them things like her teeth or tail. Weirdos. But what surprised Samaria the most was how much people donated after Lena showed up.
[$5 for another toy]
[$2 for being the goodest girl]
[$10 for treats]
They continued, people wanting to see everything. Shit. How was she going to explain that Lena was just temporary. That she probably wasn't going to keep her. Still... they made some good points. Lena still needed a bed, and another toy couldn't hurt things...
"The computer said I was good!" Lenas voice pulled her away from the screen. Ah, she didn't understand that she was actually interacting with other people.
"You were."
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Lena was scared that Samaria was mad at her when she scowled. But then she called her good!
It meant she'd earned her food now. "I need permission to do laundry." She remembered from doing her masters laundry that her collar could unlock the door to the laundry room.
"What? Oh. No, don't worry about it. I can wash them." Samaria looked at the basket. "I need to get you some more things." She hummed and Lena frowned.
She hadn't earned more things yet. "This is good." Warm clothes and a toy was all she needed to be happy.
Lena couldn't figure out what the look on Samarias face was. "Get the blanket and sit down again. I want to keep working on your collars modifications." She nodded and followed the order, putting her head on the woman's lap once more. "Let's see if we can break that encryption tonight. Then tomorrow you might be able to shift and play in the snow... as a reward for being good tonight." Lena beamed.
"Yes Miss." She'd love to be able to run around and burn some of the pent up energy she had.
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My School President Ep 6 Stray Thoughts
Y'all, I just know I'm about to put on my clown makeup, so let me just go ahead and get it ready.
Last time, a jaded school counselor doused the naive optimism of a bunch of high school seniors, and inflicted massive doubt on Chinzilla. They took some time to reevaluate, and Tinn spent the episode helping rebuild Gun's self-confidence. Gun's mom collapsed at work, and he briefly considered giving up his dreams on music, before everyone came together in a lovely musical number. Finally, Tinn all-but-confessed his feelings to Gun, and I'm hoping I won't have to put on my makeup.
🤡 Gun doesn't know who Tinn has a crush on, and wants to play matchmaker. 🤡
BL shirt messaging of the day: "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone."
Oh no, Tinn is back to his fantasies and now they're harsh.
He put Gun in his phone as "Chinzilla Baby." I can't.
Both of them in this angsty spiral are going to demolish me. It's very high school and appropriate, and at least endearing because they like each other. Still, I want to mash their faces together. Where is Tiwson?
I'm with Por. Just Being Friendly is a banger.
🤡 Is Gun only just now connecting the dots about everything Tinn has been doing, including the pinky touch? We thought he maybe liked Tinn this whole time and we were wrong lol. 🤡
Alright, real shit. If you grab my neck like Tinn did here, we better kiss immediately.
Of course this is Tinn's favorite song. You're my favorite simp, baby boy. You and Vincent Liang eat at the same table.
"Don't mind a nosy boy like me." Thank you for showing up to save these clowns, Tiwson.
I will say, as a former educator, I'm a strong advocate for peer mediation. So, I'm really enjoying Tiwson stepping in to manage this MV project after Sound and Win started fighting so hard they kicked off their shoes.
That's right, Tiwson, ship to your heart's content. "Good job, BL."
The Tiw and Tinn friendship is a lot of fun.
Tinn is flustered at the first question? Baby boy, please.
I'm so glad Tiwson is taking his role as director seriously, and now I want to try these noodles.
Mark is genuinely funny. He and the noodle shop owner made me actually laugh.
The interesting thing out of the badminton scene is that Win doesn't lord over Sound something he can do that he can't. Instead, he genuinely tries to teach him. Sure, he gets frustrated and yells at Sound, and it shows that Sound struggles with being seen as incompetent, especially when he's being berated about it.
I like the fantasy sequence of them laying on the bed together answering these questions.
Car violence continues to play a role in these shows. Determined to build a future where our transportation modes aren't so hazardous.
Fourth and Gemini played the emotional shifts of that bed scene really well.
Sound doesn't like to lose or be bad at things. He clearly practiced for a long time. Win also gives praise easily.
I don't know why Tiwson is dressed like this, but I am thankful.
😂 Yo is too big to just be fainting like that.
"Cut! We got it!" I'm dying 😆
Love the era we're in where the boys fight over who likes who.
Okay, I really love that everyone got life from that medal kiss, and now these two caught feelings.
The music cues in this umbrella scene are timed so well. I am leaning in so hard with the tension.
"Got it, friend." "See you, friend." Why am I being crushed?
Excellent use of comedy after that scene. Gentle reminder of the kind of story we're in.
Gun going for a repeat on wiping his lips, eh?
Tinn and Tiw were not prepared for Gun's improvised kiss.
Oh, I had to pause. Usually Tinn likes when Gun grabs his chin, but he threw him off this time.
Finally, mutual open admission of the attraction. Good use of the friend zone graphic.
Oh lord we are at Church's Texas Chicken.
Tiwson knows his audience. "You are allowed to eat and watch."
I'm back in my The Way He Looks era and thinking about Gabriel asking, "If you stole a kiss, how would you give it back?"
I am always taken out by these boys flirting over chicken.
Okay, but do I get to see the music video???
Secret dating next week? Be still, my heart.
YES, WE GET THE MUSIC VIDEO!
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There Can Only Be One - Part 1
One shot for @s-talking
Part Two: Link
Harmony gasps and jerks her head to the French door window behind her. Lightning flashes outside, revealing the small balcony but there is nothing unusual.
Odd, I thought someone was there...
Just a moment ago, she thought there was a tall figure standing outside, standing perfectly still. Was she just imagining that?
Maybe? She's not sure. Lately, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. The window to the balcony is locked but the sense of danger lurking nearby made This is not the first time she got that terrible feeling of eyes watching her every move. When she studied, played video games, cooked, or did other activities, she didn't feel alone in what was meant to be a private place for her. At first, she thought these occurrences were a coincidence. The towering silhouette at her bedroom window late in the night?
She first thought it was a nightmare or the strange state of mind between deep sleep and being awake. The little items in her home that went missing occasionally?
She thought it was just misplacing them at first. However, she wasn't sure what to think of the strange, late-night calls with no one on the other end. The odd events seem to be getting much, much worse lately.
Harmony shudders at the thought and hurries to the front door. Sure enough, it's locked and she quickly draws the blackout curtains. Yet that did little to ease her worries.
Tonight, the creeps are getting the better of her.
"It's....It's probably nothing, but I don't want to take any risks." Harmony picks up her phone and types down a text message.
Text: Hey, Envy! It's me.
Text: Are you busy?
Text: Can you come over tonight? I need someone here. I'm kinda scared.
She sends each text message in quick succession. Harmony told him about the weird calls before and feeling she was being watched. She pauses while looking back to the living room window covered by the curtains. She hears the thunder growing a bit stronger, a sign of a storm closing in. Harmony sends two more messages before returning her phone back to the table.
Text: Please come if you can. I don't want you to be caught in the storm. I'll wait for you.
Text: I love you!
The young woman draws in a deep breath and turns away from the phone as it rests on the coffee table It may take some time for him to answer or be at the door. The girl clears her throat while pulling on a hooded sweatshirt over her nightwear.
I'm getting thirsty. I should have water, but I really want a soda. Nothing wrong with getting a drink while waiting for Envy. The fluffy unicorn slippers stop before the refrigerator in the kitchen. A pause and Harmony looks over her shoulder to the window just above the kitchen sink. There's no one there, but she can't shake off the tension filling the quiet house. It's too quiet to her liking now.
A shake of her head, then she opens the fridge door. She grabs a chilled can of soda.
She opens the can and takes a sip of the soda while closing the fridge's door. Her mind wanders back to the chain of events that increased in frequency and severity.
"Hmm..." Harmony leaves the kitchen and settles on the sofa in the living room. They all have something in common: She and Envy are apart when they do happen. Would he have anything to do with it?
I can't help but wonder about Envy sometimes. He's very quiet and can be gentle but that can change in a matter of seconds. She thought as she leaned back against the sofa. One leg crosses over the other, soda still in hand. Though she loves him so much and he promised her will protect her.
When she thinks about it, that figure on her balcony and the one she catches from the corner of her eye is as tall as he is. The broad shoulders may also be a giveaway. Very few people are as tall as Envy. She never got a good look at the mysterious watcher, but now she is uneasy.
Could the guy stalking me be actually Envy?
She had no chance to reflect on that when she heard glass smash. Crystal shards clink on the kitchen floor and she hears someone call out to her from the kitchen's entrance. It's a voice that was not at all like Envy's.
"Hellooo, Harmy ~"
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TvShowsOr... Heartstopper
Last year, Heartstopper took my heart at full steam. It left me in a trainwreck of happy and sad emotions. It was everything I ever needed, but also it was painful. It definitely molded one of the biggest challenges I ever faced in my life and played a big part in the shift I wanted to make for myself. I was scared for the second season, not because of its quality (I knew Alice would make a good job — although I'm concerned about the fact that Netflix askes her to make this season based on one book, and not two like the first), but because of how I would perceive it. How it would make me feel. Did I want it to be as soul-crushing as the first season was? Did I want it to make me miss something I could never have? Did I want to be the person who still loves teenage TV shows?
I didn't stress out much to find these answers when watching the second season. While last year I had the chance to watch it all in one sitting, which said more about the effect it was having on me than having the time to do it, this time I watched a bit more slowly. Life is busy right now. But whenever I had the chance to sit and watch, a smile was drawn on my face the entire time, and that's how I knew that I was happy watching it. It's funny how I spent years of my life watching straight love movies - like The Fault in Our Stars - and craved for that while manipulating my mind about how love should look like (always in a straight form) and now I have such deep LGBT+ content. It warms my heart. Still, the feeling of "I missed these experiences my whole life" was still there, but not as latent as it used to be.
The thing about this season is that it showed me how love can be. I had this conversation once with my therapist and I couldn't elaborate on what positive sides a relationship can have. I assumed there were some because of songs, movies, and books that followed me my whole life, but when it was time to point them out, I froze. I could only list the negative aspects of it. I took that approach with a friend of mine as well, and she enlightened me with something that made sense last night when I watched the last episode: love can be good. And now I know. I thought I knew it could, but the truth is that I never really, actually knew it.
So, the feeling after everything is peaceful and hopeful, and I'm definitely not as invested as I was last year with the first season. I think part of that was the changes. I read the books and, while they're not my style at all, it bothered me that there were so many new things. I couldn't help but compare it. That's why I decided not to read anything new Alice might put out. I'm also mad they chose "Seven" by Taylor Swift as her song for the season when it obviously should be "Paris," but I loved how they used the Folklore song on the show, so it's all good. Also, it was amazing to hear Gabrielle Aplin and Alfie Templeman on the soundtrack. A blast. Just like season one that introduced me to Waterparks, I'm glad to see these two incredible artists being introduced to more fans. They deserve it.
To conclude, I must say I can't wait to watch everything again. To pause to read the messages and to capture the details I missed on the first view. But mostly, I can't wait to finally find love. It's been so long I've been alive, but I think I'm finally ready to have my heart stopped.
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Tags: Light angst; Mention of death; Wishes do come true; Happy ending
"Another letter?" Dae teased his best friend Baek after opening his locker with the familiar scented note from his hoobae, Yeol.
"When will he stop, really?" Baek said, a bit annoyed.
"Well, I guess he really doesn't mind about your age gap," Dae said.
Baek just sighed.
It has been months since Yeol, a freshman student confessed his feelings to a senior student, Baek, a well-known beauty at school. Ever since then, Yeol would leave a letter full of doodles of stars and messages full of stories about stars. Baek finds it weird but still keeps the letters.
"Why don't you just date him?" Dae asked.
Yeol who wanted to give Baek a sunflower heard the two making him paused on his tracks.
"Then what? Got teased for dating a weird nerd who always talked about stars and galaxies?" Baek said. "No way."
Yeol looked down to the sunflower he have in hand and smiled bitterly. He looked up to stop the occurring tears that are ready to fall before approaching Baek.
"For you.." Yeol said with a smile.
Baek looked at Yeol then to Dae who also looked back at him.
"I'm sorry.."
Baek furrowed his brows.
"I will stop pestering you," Yeol said. "I'm sorry if a weird nerd like me fell in love with you." Before Baek could even utter a reply, Yeol already turned his back on him.
"Looks like he heard you," Dae said.
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Like what Yeol said, he stop pestering Baek with giving flowers or other simple gifts but keeps on leaving letters on his locker.
"I didn't see your suitor this days," Dae said as they walked towards their next class. "Looks like he really stood up for what he told you."
"He still keeps sending letters though," Baek said.
"Maybe he's still into you even after hearing how you dislike him," Dae said.
Baek looked down. After last time, he felt guilty for looking down at Yeol. Yeol might be wearing those rimmed glasses but he doesn't look weird.
Actually, Yeol is a good looking guy, tall, baby looking face and have a good built, despite wearing hoodies. It was the peer pressure that make him said those words before.
"Do you really think I offended him?" Baek asked.
"To be honest, you really did offend him.." Dae said.
Baek then decided to at least apologize to Yeol for what he said but for some reason their paths wouldn’t meet. He even woke up early to caught him leaving letters on his locker but who he saw ain't him.
"Who are you?"
The guy almost have the same height but have a sharp jawline and black hair not the curly hairs he became used to.
"Shit!" The younger whispered then sighed. "Here."
Baek accepted the letter. "Where is Yeol?" He asked. The guy seemed to hesitant at first. "I need to talk to him."
"He didn't want to," the boy answered.
Baek felt a punch on his heart thinking how his words really affected Yeol.
"Please, I really want to apologize to him," Baek pleaded.
The boy sighed. "I'll give you the address."
Baek thanked the boy but he just shook his head.
"I'm doing this because of him," then left.
Baek paused on his tracks when he a familiar house a few blocks away from his came into view. Suddenly a memory of two young boys playing flashed inside his head. He rang the bell and a woman in her mid 40's greeted him.
"Good day, I'm here to visit Yeol?" Baek asked.
The old woman smiled. "Are you Hyunnie? Yeollie was right, you grown up so much more pretty than the last time you visit here."
Baek looked confused. The smile on the old woman's face faltered a bit.
"Looks like you really forgotten about us do you?"
"I'm sorry.." he said.
The old woman shook her head. "It's normal, we've been gone for a long time, come in, I'll take you to his room."
Baek followed and as he entered the house, a familiar feeling of warmth brought flash of memories to him. He felt his heart clenching as he saw the picture frames displayed on the living room. As he followed Yeol's Mom, he felt like he's been here before. And he's totally right when he saw the familiar room that he used to stay with a friend. And that long lost friend is no other that Yeol who is now lying on his bed looking outside the window.
"Yeollie, someone's here to visit you," the tone of Mrs. Park sounded soft and fragile.
Yeol slowly turned to their sad and Baek heard his heart breaks seeing the younger's situation right now. He's wearing a bonnet and he's so pale. So far from the bright person he knew.
"I'll leave you two, just call when you needed something hmm?" Then Mrs. Park left.
"H-Hi.." the deep voice sounded so tired.
"W-Why didn't you told me?" Baek teared up.
Yeol smiled weakly. "Don't cry, Hyunnie.."
Baek looked at Yeol. The previous buff body of the younger become thinner. His chubby cheeks became thinner too and his bright eyes lost it's sparks.
"I'm sorry for not telling you," Yeol said. "I thought you will remember who am I even without telling..but you seemed to have forgotten me already.."
"I'm sorry.." Baek cried.
"Don't cry, Hyunnie.." Yeol appeased. "It's not your fault you have forgotten about me..maybe I'm not really that kind of person to be easily remembered.."
Baek didn't know what to say as he watched Yeol looked outside his room.
"I'm sorry for what I've said.." Baek apologized.
"You're not wrong about it though.." Yeol said. "You're famous at school, and someone like me doesn't deserve you.."
"No, Yeol, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you," Baek said. "I'm too arrogant, I'm so full of my self, you don't deserve someone like me."
Yeol looked at him.
"I'm so sorry.." Baek looked down.
Yeol reach for his hand and tried to squeeze it but got no strength to do so. Baek looked at Yeol who is smiling at him.
"I still love you despite all your flaws, Hyunnie, and I'll be happy leaving this world with the love I have for you.."
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Dae noticed the sudden changed on his best friend. Baek became more careful with his words and actions towards others. He also would go home early rather than going to some parties by their schoolmates. For Dae it's something good to see but it makes him wonder.
"Wendy have a party tonight, ain't you coming?" Dae asked.
"I have somewhere else to go," Baek said, opening his locker and smiled when he saw the familiar letter.
Dae also noticed how Baek's face would light up everytime he would receive that yellow letter from Yeol.
"What happened to your talk with Yeol?" Dae asked curiously.
Baek stilled a little. "We're good."
Dae furrowed his brows. "Good as in good?"
Baek nodded. "I have to go, see you next week."
Baek went home and get his backpack filled with blankets and foods. Yeol asked him for a stargazing tonight and although it's not recommendable for his state, Baek promised to be there with him. They are now at the Parks backyard with a blanket to lie on.
"When I'm gone, I'll be one of those stars," Yeol said. "And from there, I'll be looking down for you to be your guardian, Hyunnie."
Baek tried his best not to cry. He hated how time became cruel to them. And somehow he also hated his self for not remembering his first love when he saw Yeol when he approached him on his first day.
"I'll be the brightest, Hyunnie.."
"Yeol.." his voice cracked.
Yeol leans his head on the older's shoulder. "I don't want to die.." he mumbled.
Baek looked up silently wishing the stars to stop the time. To cure Yeol from his sickness. To give him more time to spend with him.
'Please..'
'Please let me love him a little bit longer..'
"But you know, I'll be happy dying because I'm with the brightest star.." Yeol whispered, body weakening and tired. "Although I have only spent a short time being with you..I am so happy.."
Baek let his tears wet his cheeks.
"Hyunnie..." Yeol whispered and hold his hand. "I love you.."
Baek closed his eyes and whispered. "I love you, too.."
He then felt Yeol let go of his hand while his tears keeps pouring down. Baek opened his eyes and saw the brightest star twinkling down on him.
"You'll forever be my brightest star.."
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Baek opened his eyes when he felt the sun rays from the outside. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
Baek smiled hearing those voice. He sit up when the door opens.
"Good morning, my sunshine!"
Baek opened his arms. "Where is my morning hug?"
He heard cute giggles and welcomed a tight hug.
"You should have wake me up early so I could help you cooking breakfast," Baek said.
"You seemed to be having a beautiful dream so I didn't woke you up.."
"Actually, it's kind of sad.."
"Oh, what is it about?"
Baek tighten his hug and kissed. "Something I don't want to happen.."
"If it's about me leaving you, then it wouldn't happened.."
"But you almost do.." Baek pouted.
He heard deep chuckles. "Well, I guess your wish got granted, so here I am now.." Baek smiled and nods.
"Let's eat before we got late!"
Baek giggles. "Can't we just stay here and spend our time under the sheets?" He wiggled his brows.
"Dae and Sehun will kill us if we don't attend their wedding."
Baek whined but received a kiss after making him smile. "Fine! But we will go home early and I'll have you okay?"
The blush he saw makes him smirked. He really got that effects and he really knows how to use it.
"Fine! But I can't be tired, and please don't be too rough, I still have work tomorrow!"
Baek changed their positions making him on top. "I can't promise, you're too irresistible."
Baek leans down to capture plump lips and devour them. Who would have thought that miracles do really happened?
He thought that night would be the end for them but a miracle did happened. Yeol became better and totally recovered from his illness.
And Baek took it's a blessing.
Ever since then, he never left Yeol's side. He courted him until he finished college and both them got their desired dream work. They got married years after and now happily living together, thankful for those stars who guided them.
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Make things right. [L.N]
Part 2 of ¨I only wanted to help¨
Hello everyone! sorry for taking so long to write this. I had a writer's block and didn't know what direction I wanted to take the story. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy it!
Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Lando suffers with the consequences of his words and tries to make things right.
Word count: 3.3 K.
Warning: Some swear words. A bit of angst and miscommunication at the beginning. Too much fluff. Lando and Y/N being cuties.
Y/N's POV:
"Hi... I... ammm first of all I want to say once again that I'm so sorry. I know I said some really awful things and I regret them." A heavy sigh is heard "I know this doesn't fix things, but I needed to say it again. These last few days I've tried to give you some space, but tomorrow..." he clears his throat "Tomorrow our flight is supposed to leave, and I don't know if.... well, I don't know if you still wanna go with me" he pauses " Actually, I would like to sort things out before we leave, and I totally understand if you don't want to go or if you just don't want to go with me.... ¨ he started to ramble ¨just... please call me. So yeah... I just wanted to say that. I miss you so much.... and I want you to know that I love you. So much." ¨end of message¨ informed the recorder. I closed my eyes and wiped away the small tear that slipped down my cheek. I had completely forgotten about the trip to America. We were supposed to take a few days off in New York after the Grand Prix.
Two days had passed since the incident at his house. He was right. I needed time and space to think things out. To avoid making rash decisions without considering things first. Of course, Lando had tried to communicate with me. Calls, messages, he even came to my flat one day. I even got a message from Charlotte asking if I was okay. For some reason he thought I'd be at her place.
The ringing of my phone snaps me out of my thoughts. I frowned as I saw that Jon was calling me. Jon never called me. We didn't have much in common other than a certain green-eyed boy. So, a thousand questions flooded through my head, was everything okay? did something happen to Lando? wasn't he supposed to be playing golf with Max?
I answered quickly ¨ Jon? is everything alright? ¨ I heard incomprehensible mumbling in the background. Which made me frown harder. Maybe he dialed by accident, I thought. I was about to hang up when "Y/N! ¨ ¨Hi Jon, is everything fine? ¨ I asked again ¨ Yeah, sure, everything is fine¨ he answered and kept silent ¨Great¨ I answered, and an uncomfortable silence was created. ¨Can I help you with anything? ¨ I tried to ease the tension of the call. He sighs ¨Look... I know it's none of my business and I shouldn't mention anything... it's just that... Lando is my friend and he doesn´t seem to be fine these days. I'm not trying to defend him, by any means. I know he has earned it. The problem is that he's not... he's not focused, and it shows in his training. Oh god that sounded awful! I don't want to make you feel guilty or anything just... could you talk to him? That would calm him down a bit. He's genuinely sorry¨ I closed my eyes and sighed ¨You're right... it's none of your business¨ I tried to say in the nicest way ¨I'm going to think about it, okey? ¨ ¨Of course¨ he said quickly ¨ The house looks great by the way!... yeah, today is not my day. Well... see you Y/N¨ ¨See ya Jon¨. As I ended the call, I noticed the time 9:22 am. It was going to be quite a long day.
Lando´s POV:
¨Seriously? The house looks great? Did you have to mention that? ¨ I brought my hands to my face in frustration ¨ hey mate! I tried to do you a favor. You know she doesn't like me much. Besides why didn't you tell Max? She would listen to him¨ I let out a grumpy snort ¨because Max said he didn't want to take anyone's side and that if he did it would be hers. So, he's not going to help me," I said in frustration.
Jon raised an eyebrow. ¨I'm sorry...it's just...what if she doesn't forgive me? ¨ I tried to ignore the lump that formed in my throat as I let my thoughts out. They had been going around my mind since that night. ¨Then you'll have to respect her decision¨ Jon placed his hand on my shoulder trying to cheer me up ¨Don't overthink things. You're not in that position yet. Don't make up scenarios that may not even happen. Rather work on how to deal with your frustration and anger, that would be more helpful in your relationship" I looked down at the grass "if I'm still in a relationship" I mumbled, and Jon rolled his eyes. I nodded, "Okay, you're right¨ ¨I always am. Now, just because you're miserable doesn't mean you're going to get out of training today. I saw the lasagna in the fridge. ¨ I grunted in annoyance.
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¨Landoooooo¨ Max runs out of the house to the backyard, where we are. I stop what I'm doing and turn to look at him ¨ what? ¨ Jon shakes his head with disagreement ¨ I think you're in trouble¨ he smiles ironically and hands me my phone ¨ what are you talking about, mate? ¨ 3 missed calls and 5 messages from Charlotte. ¨Oh shit" I stand up quickly from the grass and dial on her contact. ¨Finally!" Charlotte shouts in my ear. ¨What's going on? The press again? I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind. ¨You're not going to like what I'm going to say," she says in a concerned tone, "then don't mention it," I try to joke to lighten the mood. Besides the fact that I never know how to act in these situations. She sighs, "I'm just going to say it straight away... Y/N called to cancel her flight. As I process her words I feel as if someone has punched me in the stomach. ¨She what?" I say incredulously "Y/N called and canc... ¨ I interrupt her "Yes, I heard the first time, thanks for letting me know...I... just...I'll call you back" I cut the call without letting Charlotte answer.
I went back to Jon and Max. ¨All done, where did we leave off? ¨ I try to act as normally as possible, so they don't ask any questions. ¨Everything is fine? ¨ Max says not quite buying my act. I nod my head ¨something about some interviews¨ I lie and beg that he believed me this time. ¨ Okay" he says not fully convinced and turns around.
Y/N´s POV:
I press save and close the laptop for good, realizing that I won't be able to focus today. There is a lot in my mind right now. I know that cancelling the flight without even talking to Lando was impulsive. I knew I was going to hurt him somehow with my actions. So, I pick up my phone and search for his chat. I read his last messages, and this makes me close my eyes and take a big breath. I start typing, but I immediately delete it. I take a few seconds to consider. Yes, we definitely needed to talk. Also, I knew that his anxiety would distract him all weekend and McLaren wouldn't be too happy about it.
Y/N: Could we talk today?
I sigh and press send. His reply doesn't take long.
My muppet <3: Please. I'm dying to see you.
Y/N: At the usual?
I hate that our conversation is so monotonous right now. He appears to be writing and after a few seconds it stops.
Y/N: Or we could go to a café.
I write after a few minutes without a reply.
My muppet <3: I haven't finished packing yet. You could come to mine...
I sigh and can't help but reproach him.
Y/N: I thought you didn't like me being in your place.
My muppet <3: Love... please.
My muppet <3: Plus, Max would love to see you.
A small smile slips on my face at his attempt to convince me. But then I remember why we were in this situation.
Y/N: Al right.
I consider the conversation over and grab my car keys. Another thing I hate, having to drive.
Lando´s POV:
I pace around my room trying to control my nerves and think what I'm going to say. Sure, I know that I need to apologize and be honest. Except that talking about my feelings with others is difficult for me. I jump a little when I hear a knock on my door. I bring my hand to my heart. ¨Mate, you scare the shit out of me. ¨ ¨Sorry, I just wanted to check if you are okay, you seem a little anxious since Charlotte called. ¨ I bite my lip and look down at the floor "Y/N cancelled her flight. ¨ ¨Ohhh...¨ Max bites his lip and looks away.
It is at that moment that I realize he is hiding something. ¨What?" I said frightened. ¨Nothing," he answers still without looking at me. I raised an eyebrow "I know you know something, just spit it out. ¨ He closes his eyes for a moment. "I'm only telling you because you' re both my friends and I hate seeing you like this. It's something that's been bothering her for the past few weeks and the two of you are just the same, stubborn. You prefer to keep things to yourself rather than talk about it and suffer for it. Actually… she is worried about the trip. She thinks it's too expensive and doesn't want it to seem like she's taking advantage of you in any way. She has a hard time going to the races because she knows it's not cheap. The flights, the accommodation, the food. And if you add to that going on holidays to one of the most expensive cities in the world... well... she's not comfortable with it. I guess cleaning the house was a way of giving you a little bit of what you give her. At least Y/N sees it from that perspective. ¨ Max lets out a sigh. ¨I'm just... trying to get you to see her perspective. I know money has never been an issue for you, but for her it's different. I don't really know if that's why she cancelled the flight or if it was because of the fight, but I think it's something you should know. ¨
Max pats me on the shoulder and leaves me alone to process his words for a few minutes. I never considered that she could feel that way. And in some strange way it makes me love her even more. Knowing that she's really with me for the person I am and not for being ¨Lando Norris, Formula 1 driver. ¨ And at the same time it makes me even more frustrated and annoyed with myself.
My thoughts are disturbed when the doorbell rings. My heart accelerates and skips a beat. I am extremely scared of what might happen in the next couple of minutes. Our conversation could leave me in two totally opposite moods: feeling like the happiest person in the world or ending up heartbroken. I take a big breath and leave my room. As I walk down the stairs, I hear some whispers. ¨Hello" I say with a half-smile and look at the only person I care about at this precise moment.
Y/N´s POV:
I pull away from Max's embrace. I turn and face him for the first time since the fight. When his gaze meets mine, I feel something completely new, something I have never felt before in my life. I always thought it was something that only occurred in romantic movies. Something that could only happen with special effects and a written script. However, at that very precise moment it dawned on me that it can actually happen. How with just one glance from THAT person, time can stop for a moment and everything around us turns invisible. I can't help myself but blush and let out a shy smile. It takes me a few seconds to realize our situation and look away.
Max clears his throat. ¨Well... I have to go out for a while... I'm meeting with... ammm Ria¨ he says as he grabs his wallet and keys ¨Don't mess this up¨ he says directly to Lando with a threatening tone. ¨Everything will be fine¨ he whispers as he walks past me and out through that door that doesn't bring back pleasant memories. ¨Do you wanna sit down? ¨ Lando mentions to break the uncomfortable silence. ¨Did you finish packing? ¨ I raise an eyebrow. I can't help but worry about him. Our friends often make fun of the fact that sometimes I look more like his mother than his girlfriend. ¨ No? ¨ he says more in a questioning way. I nod and head towards the stairs. ¨What are you doing? ¨ he asks confused. ¨I think it would be easier to speak in your room while you're packing. ¨
I take a seat on his bed and start playing with the fingers on my hands. It's a tic I get when I'm really nervous. ¨I had a speech prepared and everything... but I've forgotten all about it. ¨ Lando tries to joke. I let out a grimace and he keep talking, "I want to start by apologizing. I know that the way I acted is unjustifiable. I should have never treated you or spoken to you in that way. Much less insult you. As I said my actions have no justification. Only that that day I was very stressed and tired, and I shouldn't have taken it all out on you. ¨ He sits beside me and takes my hand carefully. Afraid that I will reject him. God, I've missed his touch these days, and that´s why I don’t remove it.
¨I get that... it's just... it's not the first time you've acted that way towards me. I understand that your job is very stressful and... I just... I feel like we keep repeating this conversation over and over again. And we get nowhere. ¨ I let out what has been on my mind for the last couple of days. ¨I know. But I swear that I' m already working on them. Jon is helping me and... I truly want to be better. Learn to control my emotions because you deserve the best version of me. Will you give me another opportunity? ¨ I consider his words for a few seconds and nod. ¨Can I hug you? Lando asks shyly. I open my arms and he throws himself at me. I can feel him squeeze me tightly and I'm out of breath for a couple of seconds. When he separates, I carry on with our conversation.
¨Really... do you seriously believe that I spend a lot of time at your place? Because I've never liked being a clingy person and if that really bothers you, I can come over less or I don't know... see you somewhere else or wait until... ¨ I quickly start to speak and Lando stops me ¨ wow wow wow wow... wait... no, I never thought that. I just... I have a hard time expressing myself, but... okay... I'll try. Thanks to my working environment. There are a limited number of things in my life over which I can have control. My house is one of them and I don't know... I know it was a lovely gesture and I really appreciate it. The house was a mess, but... it was my mess, you know? And I don't know... I guess it just took me by surprise. And I'm not blaming you, far from it. I just kind of liked having that stability. Still, the way I expressed myself was not appropriate and I'm sorry, I know I should talk about this with you instead of keeping it to myself and snap. ¨ he lets out his characteristic nervous laugh. ¨I perfectly understand and... I know that I should have asked you before doing it and touching all your stuff without permission. It's just that you always complained because it was a mess, and you didn't have time to clean up. I guess I misunderstood. ¨ I turn to look him in the eye and for the first time in two days I let out a real smile. ¨I missed you too much," Lando says and then pouts. I can't help but laugh and this time it's me who jumps on him to hug him. ¨I missed you more, like you have no idea. ¨
We stay in the same position for a while. In complete silence and just enjoying each other's company. Lando leaves a kiss on my cheek. Then he breaks from our embrace and clears his throat. I frown at him, seeing the change in his mood. He is dead serious. ¨What's wrong? ¨ I say worried. ¨Max told me why you cancelled your flight," he says in a calm voice. ¨Oh...¨ I look down and let out a deep sigh. His hand grabs my chin, and he lifts my gaze. He gives me a smile and his thumb slowly stroke my cheek. ¨Why didn't you tell me you felt this way? ¨ I close my eyes for a moment. ¨I wanted to tell you for real... but I didn't know how to approach the subject. Whenever I tried to mention something about it you always told me that you would take care of it and... I didn't want you to feel like I was taking any advantage of you or your name or your money... I just... this subject has always been complicated for me. I'm sorry for cancelling the flight without any explanation just... I didn't want you to end up paying for the holiday like you do with everything else. But I also didn't want you to cancel something because of me. I know how excited you were about going to New York, and I didn't want to ruin your holiday by stressing about the costs of everything. And maybe it sounds silly to you, but I just didn't feel comfortable, and I guess I used the fight as an excuse. Forgive me. ¨
He holds my hand tightly "It doesn't sound silly. If that' s how you feel I'll never find it silly. There´s nothing to forgive you about. Now… about New York... I wasn't excited to spend a few days in a strange city, I was excited to spend a few days alone with you... so fuck off New York. Just... next time tell me how you are feeling. When Charlotte called me and told me you canceled the flight I nearly died," he says dramatically. ¨Hey!" I can't help but laugh and punch him in the arm. ¨No, for real, I thought you were breaking up with me or something like that. You really worried me," I smiled mischievously. ¨Well... now that you´re talking about it...¨ ¨Don't you dare" he accuses me with his finger. ¨I´m kidding," I say and then I sit on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and move slightly towards his lips. First, I stare into his eyes and then lower my gaze to his lips. I watch as he bites his lip and I return my gaze. I move closer and our lips brush. When they are about to connect, I murmur, "You should finish packing" and pull away a little. Lando lets out a groan, "Fuck packing," he says, and our lips connect for the first time in what felt like ages. We stay like this for quite a while until we hear the door close. ¨I´M BACK" Max shouts. I break away from Lando and can't help but laugh as I hear him curse Max. ¨You asked him to move in with you¨ I say as I get off his lap ¨Don't remind me¨ ¨Come on, I'll help you with your suitcase¨ I say offering him my hand.
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patience is a virtue
summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here!
warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho)
word count: around 3.5k
A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx
you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.
taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.
"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.
brr-brr.
"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."
"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.
you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.
thinking about your wet pussy.
this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind
you don't mind, do you?
in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.
anyway, let's do it again sometime
i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name
i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win
see ya, then
staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.
scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.
how badly do you want to suck my cock?
you looked really hot today, covered in my cum
what, you're shy again?
there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.
the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?
"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."
cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."
"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."
starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?
you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.
"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.
it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.
some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.
arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.
12 unread messages.
didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat
no need to play hard to get when i already had you
if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet
doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you
all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.
i know you want it, too
how fucking needy you were for me
getting yourself off in public to the thought of me
maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of?
gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess
pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.
no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.
i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now
remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually
wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?
his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.
you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.
so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?
you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.
"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"
you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.
crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?
suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."
you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.
"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"
"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"
better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."
for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."
"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."
"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."
oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."
"you weren't supposed to see."
"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."
still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."
taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."
finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.
on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."
"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.
before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.
"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.
"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."
the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.
"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"
you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.
your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.
eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –
and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "
"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."
you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."
biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."
"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.
"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."
"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."
the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.
thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"
you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.
taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.
he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."
bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.
the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.
"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "
getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.
he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.
"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.
you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."
with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.
"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.
once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."
"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.
"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."
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overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)
summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.
warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.
author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x
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"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.
When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.
When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.
Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?
I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.
"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."
I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.
"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."
The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.
She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.
Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.
"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."
She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.
"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."
I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.
"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."
It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.
"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."
I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.
"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."
The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.
"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."
The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.
Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?
The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.
More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.
Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?
I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.
No, I had to go there. She needed backup.
—
Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.
I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.
When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.
There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.
As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.
"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"
I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"
He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"
My stomach dropped. "The what?"
"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."
A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.
"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"
After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.
Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.
Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.
"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"
He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"
I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.
"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.
"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.
My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.
"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."
"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."
Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."
When I couldn’t, I added in my head.
He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.
"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."
I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.
Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.
"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"
I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."
Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."
My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."
He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.
Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.
She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.
"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"
I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...
"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.
"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."
She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.
"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.
"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"
"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."
She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."
I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.
Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.
"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."
She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.
"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."
At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.
"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."
Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.
"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.
With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.
We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.
"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.
I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"
She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."
"Oh, I don't have to do that–"
"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."
I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.
"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.
"I'd like that."
I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."
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Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?
As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.
When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.
About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.
"When are you leaving?"
I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.
"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.
She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."
I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.
"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.
She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."
I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."
A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.
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Wrong Number { Lando Norris x reader one shot }
WARNING !!! EXPLICIT !!!
You were the new PR assistant of Mclaren F1 Team and you end up adapting pretty quickly even starting to have some friends in the team and you were actually at grand prix for the weekend, working on the social media stuff. Obviously for your work you had to have the driver's phone number, but you haven't had the need to use it yet.
You were chilling in your bed, in that gorgeous hotel room, writing some new plans and ideas of videos for the next day where you will have to film a video of the drivers for the youtube of the team. Your phone was lost in your bed sheet and you were on it. Usually you aren't staying up this late but grand prix's weekends were a lot of work.
Indeed you were focused, glasses on almost done with your work. As soon as you finish, content with what you did, you close your computer and put it down next to bed, searching your phone everywhere to turn it off but you saw the little notification and decided to click on it.
Your eyes went wide as you saw the picture of a penis in erection, you double checked the name ... " Lando Norris " . What was happening was that he ... you didn't know how to react before seeing the three little points telling you that he was writing to you.
" OMG I'm so so sorry that wasn't meant for you, omg omg I'm so so sorry really Oh my god "
Obviously you were still shocked, I mean it was Lando Norris, the driver you work with ... You are supposed to see him tomorrow, how are you both going to be able to move on from this. Of course he does what he wants to do in his personal time. That's not your business to tell but a dick pic ? Why were you feeling so hot right now ? Was it because of the embarrassment or was it something else ? Because your stomach makes you feel a weird sensation that extends below between your legs. You took so long to respond that the three dots appeared again.
" I understand if you don't want to answer but know that I'm deeply sorry sincerely, I don't know what to do, if I could delete it and go back like 20 minutes ago I would, I'm not like that .. I'm not someone dirty ... doing that to someone... that's not who i am at all... "
You read and another message appeared.
" I had a bet with my friends, it's so dumb I feel so bad now, please say something I don't want this to change your work environnment ... "
How could you respond to him, staying professional ? Or admitting that you were so turned on by this picture and him, that you were imagining him touching you, one hand inside your underwear and the second one holding your phone, watching this picture again and again. He was large and the perfect size like how you like it. It was too late for your brain to function properly when you already had a press to send a message your thumbs wrote on it's own.
" You turned me on "
Shit ... that's all you had written ? The realisation hit you, what did you just do ... Why were you feeling so dirty right now but you were so excited to see his response, to see how he will react, that was a bit perverted of you but it felt so good to let yourself go lose like this. Too bad it was with basically one of your bosses ... The dots appeared so quick on the screen ... that's it you went too far and you are about to get kicked out of that team.
" Turn you on ? "
...
...
...
" Ohhhh ... "
" OH "
He was freaking out, of course he was freaking out. You were about to write something when the next text came at your surprise.
" You like it ? "
Oh god, he is entering a dangerous game now, first him sending you a pic and then you lose yourself that you respond something completely out of character and now he is playing along with it and you want more, so much more.
" Yeah ... a lot ... don't feel sorry and don't feel ashamed of it "
The anticipation of his next message was burning your inner self.
" I feel proud ... I don't really know what to say actually "
You knew what to do and you did it. You took a picture of your hand down your underwears touching yourself and send him accompanied with a little description " Now we are even "
His response didn't wait long before it came.
" Stop it [YN] are you doing that because of me ? "
You giggle and the vibration of your laugh made you moan somehow, you were feeling so hot right now and your hand was moving slowly to massage you. You were trying your best to not go too fast cause you wanted the pleasure to last, but it was hard writing with only one hand so you pressed the button to dial him. You didn't know if he would pick up but you needed to finish what you started. It rang 3 times before he picked up, both of you went quiet for a moment before you talked with a small almost whispering voice.
" I didn't know if you would pick up "
Lando POV :
What was happening to me, out of everything the person I sent a pic to… it has to be her, the new girl in the team, the actually pretty sexy new girl ... whyyyy ? But I was so surprised to see that she wasn't freaking out, quite the opposite actually, she wasn't as shy and innocent as she makes us all believe and I liked that. I liked that I might be the only one to see the little demon waking up behind that angelic figure. She put me in shock when she wrote that I turned her on, she didn't have much to do and the mystery of this got me so curious and then she sent me a picture of her touching herself, saying we are even ? She was playing a dangerous game here and if I'm not careful I might become addicted to it. She threw me off one more time by calling me, I didn't know what to do and I almost missed the call before picking up. What can I say to her? I hardly speak to her during work time and I don't even know if I would remember her voice.
And then she spoke with the most innocent angelic voice yet kinda out of breath, I wanted to moan just by listening to her but I bit my lips very hard for the sound to not come out of my mouth.
" well I wasn't sure if I could to "
She giggled and I swear I felt a twitch in my pants.
" I'm glad you did "
Her voice was erratic now, and I could bet she was pleasuring herself. Dangerous, mysterious, a little dirty and slightly perverted but in a good way. Knowing that you switch that button in her brain that turns on her just by sending a picture was so exciting to me and made me want her even more. I saw her so many times, the McLaren's team outfit wasn't doing her justice but I could see her pretty curve, she was giving the body of a goddess. She was everything I was attracted to, physically and now knowing this dark side of her, mentally too. I want more, so much more again and I was imagining her touching herself just for me and my mouth opened on it's own, letting sound escaping it have my eyes closed. It took me time before I realised that I was on the phone with her again.
Lando: shittt, [ YN ] what are we doing ?
You : I don't know but I can't stop, not now it's too late
Lando : What are you doing ?
You : You know what I am doing don't you ? And that's on you ..
Damn if I could leave my room right now and meet her in her and take her I would !
Lando : I need you to tell me what you are doing cause I'm going crazy here ..
She paused before talking again.
You : I'm touching myself thinking of you, your hand on me, how warm you would feel on me, how the veins in your arms would pop up...
I bet her fingers were moving rather fast than slow right now cause she whimpered from time to time. For real this woman that I barely know is driving me crazy and knowing that she is just a couple meters away from me. I love it so much because it feels like she is a forbidden fruit, a delicious one that I can't touch but desperately want and need now that I almost had the taste of it.
You : And you, what are you doing ?
You POV
You were far from the edge but you felt the tingling spike between your legs, he could go quick or slow, the orgasm was preparing itself, sending you electricity randomly.
Lando : I'm slowly caressing myself down to go and take myself thinking of you, your hair tingling my skin, how your hands feel on my naked torso and so far you look absolutely gorgeous.
You bit your lips so hard at how he pictured perfectly what was going on in your mind, you were in symbiosis. There was a question burning your lips for so long already and you really wanted to ask him so you dare so.
You : Do you wanna come into my room ?
Lando : Are you sure ? I'm pretty sure there are some rules that we can't cross.
You : They don't need to know and even if they know if you take the responsibility they can't do anything.
Lando : Oh trust me I will take the responsibilities for it.
You : Then come to room 155, and be quick and quiet cause there are other people on the team in the next rooms.
You hung up the phone and quickly went to the bathroom, you didn't know what was going on in your head to be so bold but you needed it so much, you needed him so much. You check yourself in the mirror, you were supposed to sleep in a big oversize mclaren tee shirt with just a pj short that we could barely see because of the shirt.
Lando soon knocks on the door twice and you jump off the bed to go and open it. As soona so do so you bring him by the shirt and crash your lips into his. He pushes you inside the room and closes the door behind you, pinning you against the wall. He was kissing you with so much passion, literally eating your lips, tasting all of you like you were something rare that he will never taste again. His hands went under your shirt and he was surprised to see that you didn't have a bra. His palms found themself at home on each side of your breast lifting you before holding you from your thighs. You were mesmerized to see such a young shy man like him being so confident right now and that turns you on even more. Your legs were now crossed around him not letting him now that you had him, hands in his curls playing with them. He was like a puppy when you pulled them a little bit, breaking the kiss, closing his eyes and moaning into your ears, what a beautiful melody it was. He kissed your jaw mufflying something as soon as he met your neck.
Lando : I want you so much
You thought you misheard it and your heart went crazy like it wanted to escape your chest. He pushed both of you on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress and unlock yourself from him, you whined a bit missing his contact already and he laughed before pausing, watching you sit on your elbow.
You : What
Lando : You are so hot in that McLaren tee shirt but you would look even more perfect in one of my shirts.
You : Then next time you will give me one or I will still have one of yours but for now just come here.
And you bring him once more by the aim of his shirt, taking it off in the process of kissing again. Your tongues were shyly meeting a first contact with each other before finding their pace and dancing together. How could they fit so well with each other ? You both felt something like you never felt before and it caught you both off guard that you moaned in harmony before looking at each other.
You : I don't think I can wait that long, I need you now Lando.
Lando POV :
The way she says my name, man, I will always remember this moment, her under me looking like a greek goddess, the way her eyes were on me, eating me alive ... Like the dude I don't remember who said I now understand what it is to burn for someone cause I was burning of desire for her. I don't think I could ever get tired of her eyes begging me to touch her, her breath itching as I touch a sensitive spot. The way her body moves as I take off her shirt throwing on the ground. How she giggled when my head got stuck in my own shirt as she tried to pull it off me. I don't know what angels sound like but I'm pretty sure it's close to her voice.
When I kissed her on her neck, going down to her chest. Her skin reacts giving her shivers that she digs her nails in my back, lifting her chin in pure pleasure.
All the imagination I had of her like this became reality and it was better than what I had ever dreamt of. She was the definition of warm and erotistic and she was so vulnerable in front of me gladly giving me her approval to take advantage of her.
You POV :
You were both almost naked only your bottom part was still on but not for long, you graciously took off your shorts putting it down with your feet before you turned your focus on his grey pants showing already how big his bulge was. You didn't need to imagine how he must be because you've already seen it and you couldn't wait to see it for real. Lando stands on his knees letting you pull down the jogging letting his member finally free from any fabric. As he goes down again to attack you on your lips he takes the rest of his pants off. It was so intimate to both be naked like this, your skin feeling his, connecting like two wires cable sending each other electricity. There was something real happening between you too, there were the physic attraction yes but it was so much more than sex and you weren't even at that part yet. He was taking his time with you, testing your patience, how much of a self control he had cause you just wanted to have him inside of you, but he decided overwise, instead he went down between your legs kissing them and licking them before blowing on it which made you arch your back.
You : Stop it already I can't take it anymore ...
Lando : Shut up ... I know you enjoyed it
Oh my god, you never knew you had kink for that, him being dominante like that, his voice vibrating down your legs was extremely disturbing for you cause that made you inner self react on his own, twisting inside and making moaning louder than usual. Oh that was dangerous, you felt like he could make you cum without actually touching you and now he knows it and will use it as an advantage. His tongue was running on you, coming way too close to your inner thigh. He paused, tilting his head a bit to look at you in the eyes before connecting his lips to you. That was the hottest thing you ever experienced and now feeling his wet tongue there, eating you like you were his favorite dessert, you didn't know how long you could last. You were arching your back one more time, your breath going erratically quick. You couldn't keep your eyes open for more than 10 seconds to look at him and your hands end up finding their place in his hair, messing his curly locks, holding on to whatever you could to not cum right away. His tongue was playing with your entrance and your clitoris.
After playing for so long he tongue was becoming numb but that didn't matter to you cause you came to the edge , grooming so loud, your hands still his hair, pulling him to you to kiss him and testing yourself by the same occasion. That was the first time a man ever made you cum just with his mouth like that, usually they stay there a bit and wanted to be inside you as quick as possible but Lando was different, he was here for your pleasure, only focussing on you, putting him in second place and you heart was melting at that thought. You kiss him gently, slowly with every feeling that you could pass him on. You both needed to take a break to breathe but you wanted more again. You wanted to make him feel how he made you feel, so you pinned him down, his back finally finding the mattress and you rode him, sitting on his knees to have access to his penis. He was so ready for you that you could see precum on his tip. He was looking at you carefully with anticipation because he knew what was coming, he pushed your hair to the side to see your face already redden from the orgasm and all the heat you've just had. His hand stayed accidently a little longer than attended to your check and you lean on it closing your eyes.
Lando POV :
She tested so sweet and I felt like I've been intoxicated by her, she was driving me insane and she was responding to every touch I had on her, even right now with my hand on her cheek she was so adorable with her dark eyes, her sex face. I never felt so drowned to someone like that. I was so glad that I accidently sent her this picture, cause I never would have dreamed to have her naked on top of me where all I could think about for the past month she entered the family was her. I couldn't stop looking at me and I was relieved to see that her eyes were closed so she couldn't see how much I was falling in love with her. I don't think my eyes would be able to hide my affection for her.
You POV :
You opened your eyes again, leaving a kiss on his palm before taking two of his fingers in your mouth, locking your eyes with his. This mouvement came naturally to you as you were feeling so relaxed with him and his eyes said it all. He was so into this kind of foreplay and he bites his lips so much that the blood wasn't circulating properly on them anymore. That was the signal you needed to finally lay your hand on his stomach, caressing him until you approached his member. His lips closed so fast to not groan out loud but you could still hear him and you saw his part twitching on its own. The fact that he was reacting to every touch you made on him the same way that you were for him and you smiled too bright and confirmed to you that it was so right, you two together.
You start rubbing his tips with your thumb and his head almost hits the bedhead, his hands rubbing your thighs. You stroke him a couple times before leaning your mouth on him, licking the precum that was escaping from him before slowly taking him, your lips closing themself on him putting pressure on his edge. You were looking at him like he did with you earlier but you didn't break eye contact, going up and down and flicking your tongue from time to time, drawing the popping veins of his dick. He felt so warm in you but you didn't know if you took him deeper in your throat, you tried slowly but ended up having gag reflex so you had to pull him out. He got so concerned at the sound you just made.
Lando : Please don't if you can't, I don't need it, having you already like that enough for me ...
He paused, taking a breath of air before continuing.
Lando : You have no idea how much I'm controlling myself right now, not cuming in your mouth cause I want to feel you.
You didn't know if this man under you had any experience with women before but if he didn't, well he was so good at talking during it or maybe it was because you were so aroused right now that he could have said anything to you and you would still lose it for him.
Lando : Come here, love, I don't want you to hurt your throat, that's not part of the plan, I want to make you feel good and only good.
He took your hands, making you lay on him, your hand intertwined on top of his head, testing himself a bit as he caught your lips. He let go of your hand to grab you on the side of your hip and reverse your position, taking back things under his control. You got a surprise and a giggle escaped your mouth which made him smile so bright. You kiss the smile away pulling him again by the next with a bit of violence. Both of you were fighting for dominance at this point, your make out session proving the point, teeth ... tongue, biting each other's lips until one of you bleed. You were both tearing each other apart when you felt his tips already at your entrance, his hand positioning himself at the right place, teasing you in the process of it before pushing himself a bit in you, waiting for you to tell him the next move. You adjust yourself before nodding so he could enter deeper, but he stops again when you bite your lips and makes a painful face.
Lando : Take your time love, tell me when you are ready
He was so careful, how could you resist him and on top of that it's the second time he is calling you love ? You wished he actually could call you babe or baby, it was already intimate but you wanted to be even more on the mind level. After seconds you finally felt the pain being replaced by that nice pleasure when he adjusted himself on top of you to be more comfortable, the movement of his penis in your making you moan. He took that as a signal and fully entered you. Despite being large and long, you were so ready for him that he didn't have to stretch your walls and you weren't feeling tight for him. He felt amazing in you, you were full of him, of his passion and his desire for you.
Lando : You okay ?
You : mmh mhhh you can move
And he did start, going back and forth taking the time to appreciate every friction, every sensation, every stimulation it was providing you both. You loved how his head rested on your neck, having him breath on your skin, kissing it as he kept thrusting in you with one arm holding you back to make you more comfortable, the second arm holding both of your hands over your head. He was being soft but still so dominant and you liked it so much, you were starting to develop a serious feeling for him by each minute you were spending with him. Both of you were a mix of moan, yelp, whimps cry and groan ... you were both a mess but you were in harmony. Every deep thrust he had made you arch your back even more for him, giving him more access to you. He went down kissing and playing with your breast making you lose control due to the erogenous spot.
Suddenly he came out of you and you were missing the sensation already, he wanted to switch position cause his legs were about to give up for him. So he sits on the bed and you sit on him, positioning yourself to go down on him. He was finally back in you after a deep push that surprised you and made you cry out loud his name, but it felt weird so suddenly and you looked at each other agreeing on that weird connection you just had. It felt like he was home ... like you and him were made for each other, your body completing each other perfectly. It was again so natural between you, you kept riding him switching between a slow pace and a quick one. Your head was starting to spin as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming. He was close to the edge as well but you beat him to it as you quicken the pace, him holding you so tight as he bites your neck making you wimps. You came in a big moan, whispering his name in his ear.
Lando POV :
As she came under me she was whispering my name and it was the most sexiest and beautiful thing I ever heard. Hearing my name be said like this gives me some weird feeling in my stomach. I was addicted to this girl and I lost myself because she was mine in this instant and I was hers. I want her today, tomorrow and every day that the world wants to give us together. I felt her shaking from her release and that tense my length. I was so close but I wanted this feeling to last forever and it was starting to be painful for me . The overstimulation wasn't helping her and she was completely wrecked by me at every push I was infliging on her but I couldn't stop until she found the courage to take my face with both of her hands forcing me to look at the darkness in her eyes. She sweetly kisses me, peeking my lips multiple times before holding my jaw and turning it on the side to give herself enough space to play in my neck and under my ears. She was a rare diamond, this one for real, how in hell did I find her ? She was always finding new ways to put me in a place where sanity wasn't possible. She was playing with my ears until I heard her low voice.
You : Please Lando, I need you to cum for me baby.
As soon as the word baby left her lips I was gone, in a last thrust I released myself in her, wimping like never before. The weight that left my body right now, indescriptible, incredible. She was smiling so much and now looking at me with soft eyes. I am in love with her.
You POV :
After so long he finally came in you and the spirkes you felt in you were breathtaking, You couldn't believe that you just had this ... the best sex in your entire life. You couldn't help yourself and had to look at him with so much love after that. " Say it again " he said to you almost inaudibly for you to understand.
You : What ?
Lando : Call me baby again
And you did again, kissing him, mouth opened. It took a long time for you to finally detach yourself from him. You were both exhausted but the mutual feeling of satisfaction like you were on a cloud right now, high from all the endorphins you released with your orgasms. You could barely walk to the bathroom and you both used each other for support. How can sex can be so draining, you were going to be in trouble tomorrow but you didn't care, if you could do it again, you would one hundred percent. Despite the fact he was as tired as you, Lando took care of you and helped you clean yourself before searching his tee shirt on the ground and giving it to you. You gladly accepted it and put it on before going back to bed. You looked at him, he didn't know what to do now, becoming the shy man you first met a couple weeks ago, desperate in the look like something was really bugging him.
You : What's happening ?
Lando : I have to go back to my room
You : No
There is no way that after that you will be separated so quickly, you open your cover for him to join you.
You : You aren't going anyway mister, bring back your sexy ass next to me right now.
Relief could be felt on his face as he jogged to come and snuggle in bed with you before you both fell asleep in each other's arms, completely glued to each other. You didn't know what was going to happen in the morning when they were going to search him everywhere and find out he disappeared from his room but you didn't care at this moment, you were ready to face any consequences because after all you weren't the wrong number anymore.
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I'm in the middle of reading all ur works but I'm impatient because UR AMAZING LUV 😩✨ the transition from angst to fluff *chefs kiss* *salt bae's sprinkle* UGHHH sooo 👉🏻👈🏻 I'm just wondering if its possible to write a fan turned in to wife with bokuto and oikawa 🥺 ITS OKAY TO IGNORE THIS IF IT SEEMS COMPLICATED TO WRITE AJDHAKWPWODNDIE,, TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF LUV!!! 💗
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genre: fluff
warnings: manga spoilers, message me if i missed any
a/n: italicized paragraphs in bokuto's part are all flashbacks. read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.
ft. timeskip!oikawa tooru, timeskip!bokuto koutaro
curious on how to thank your number 1 fan? that's simple. just give them a ring, your family name, and you're all good to go.
Oikawa Tooru
You screamed on top of your lungs as your boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru, managed to get another perfectly landed spike.
People were roaring, drums were beating and the players were beyond exhausted but not once did their defense nor offense falter. Every spike, every block and every drop was worth the point. With their adrenaline putting them on top of their game, both teams played as if their life depended on it.
And in the end, Oikawa's team managed to secure their victory.
With a giant smile on his face, Oikawa searched the crowd as soon as their winning point was received, and despite the number of people shouting and cheering for his name, yours was only one he could hear perfectly.
There you were, in the middle of the crowd, wearing his spare jersey while holding a handmade poster of his perfectly written name.
The sight of you brought him a lot memories and he can't help but thank god for giving him the opportunity of meeting you, and at this moment, he knew that this was it.
This was the perfect time and there's no way he's going to let it pass.
After shaking each other's hand, Oikawa quickly made his way to the back of the gym. He took a quick shower, changed into some fresh clothes and with shaky hands, took the purple box he had in his bag.
He made his way back to the court where he was instantly crowded with the media. Flashes of lights surrounded him and several microphones were almost shoved at his face.
With a chuckle, Oikawa scratched the back of his head and tightened his grip on the box he was holding.
"Mr. Oikawa, you were amazing back there. You seemed almost unstoppable. What drived you to perform at the best of your game today?" one reporter asked.
Out of all the questions from the interviewers, that was the one that caught his attention. Turning to face the said reporter, he took the microphone which made the reporter blush immensely.
"Well, of course, I always do my best. I'm always the best," he said which earned a chuckle from the other reporters. "But since you're asking what drived me to be at my top performance, I'd say that it was probably this person-"
You squealed as Oikawa tugged at your hand, effectively pulling you out of the crowd and to his side. You blushed at the action and hid your face to his chest in embarrassment, his hand immediately rubbing circles on your back as he grinned.
"Sorry, guys. It seems like my dear y/n-chan is still quite camera shy."
You grunted against his chest and lightly hit his arm, a quiet mumble of "shut up," slipping past your lips.
"But seriously, out of everyone that cheered for me, this person right here-" Oikawa paused for a moment, his hand angling your face to look up at him before he continued, "-was the one whose cheers never failed to reach me, and since we're already here, I want to take the opportunity to ask them a very important question."
Murmurs filled the court as the star player went down on his knee and looked at you with a nervous smile. There, in front of you, was Oikawa Tooru holding a ring with hope in his eyes.
You felt your eyes tearing up and you instinctively brought a hand to your lips. "Tooru..." you whispered with a shaky voice.
"Y/n-chan, you've been my number one supporter since highschool. Don't you think it's about time you get promoted?" he said with a teasing voice, "I can still even remember the way you fainted when I accidentally aimed a ball towards the stand and hit your stomach. God, as rude as it may sound right now, I'll never regret and forget that day. I mean, how can I? Iwa-chan scolded me for the whole day and ordered me to apologize to your fan group," Oikawa added with a fond smile as if he was envisioning the situation inside his mind.
"You didn't leave when I was at my lowest point, but instead stayed beside me when almost everyone had their backs turned against me. You were there in every matches we won, in every matches we lost to, and in every milestone that I got. You accepted the challenges of being in a distance relationship with me despite the doubts, insecurities and countless possibilities surrounding us. Heck, you even followed me here in Argentina after you graduated." With his free hand, Oikawa wiped the tears now trailing down his cheek, his voice becoming shaky with every passing second. "You were always there and I don't know what I'd do if I never have met you. So now, I'm asking you, can you not only be my number one supporter but also my wife?"
You instantly nodded your head, your figure now trembling as you cried out of happiness. "Yes, yes," you answered repeatedly.
With a relieved sigh, Oikawa slipped the ring on your finger and stood up. He enveloped you in his arms, burrying his face to the side of your neck as he tightened his embrace. "Thank you. I love you so much, baby. I promise I'll be the best husband. I won't let you down," he murmured against your skin before pulling away to stare at your eyes. "I love you."
You leaned to his hand when he cupped your cheeks, eyes almost closing at the soothing feeling of his touch. "I love you, my Tooru."
Your lips slowly met each other's. Your arms encircling his neck while his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
And as the flashes of cameras captured this moment, Tooru thanked his lucky stars for bringing you to him.
Bokuto Koutaro
Bokuto heaved out a relieved sigh as he stepped inside your apartment. Making sure to close the door behind him, he carefully made his way to the bedroom where his face immediately lit up at the sight of you sleeping while wearing one his shirts.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before heading to the shower since he didn't want to go to bed smelling like "sweat and rubber" as what you like call it.
With his head casted downwards, he allowed the water to drip down his body, a pleasant feeling enveloping him at the feel of the hot water relieving his tense muscles. Bokuto then noticed his wedding ring which he forgot to take off before he entered the shower. Well, it's not like he wanted to take it off in the first place anyway.
As he stared at the ring in his hand, he couldn't stop the fond smile from making its way to his face. Several scenarios started playing in his mind but the one he always loved getting back to was the day he first met you.
-
"Cheer up Bokuto-san," Konoha said as he gave Bokuto a pat on the back.
The team have been trying to cheer Bokuto up for almost half an hour now. The white haired male was currently seated in between two narrow walls, his hair casted downwards and a pout playing on his lips. "I don't wanna," he mumbled childishly before looking away.
"What happened?" Akaashi, who was still panting, asked as soon as he entered the gym.
Konoha crossed his arms over his chest, giving a quick glance at Bokuto before shifting his gaze to Akaashi. "He's been like that since we started the second set of the practice match. He said that he can't spike anymore unless its you who's going to toss for him," Konoha answered with a frustrated groan. "We did everything we can. The rest is up to you."
Akaashi nodded in understanding before making his way to their captain. "Bokuto-san, let's go. Something came up so I was late but I'm here now. I'll toss for you so can you cheer up now?"
As Bokuto was about to answer, a sudden yell echoed throughout the whole gymnasium.
"Cheer up Bokuto senpai! You're the best captain and ace so please don't give up! You can do it!"
It was a feminine voice. A feminine voice yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
Bokuto looked at the bleachers and immediately spotted your figure. He can't help but grin at your determined look, you had a big smile on your face and a poster in your hand despite the game not being an official match.
Everyone was in awe as they watched their captain stood up, a sudden boost of confidence enveloping him as he puffed out his chest. "Hey, hey, hey!" he exclaimed with a booming voice, his hand pointing towards your direction before he flashed an almost award winning smile.
That was the first time they witnessed their captain cheering up because of someone that wasn't Akaashi.
From that day on, Bokuto would always scan the crowd and look for you, and not once have you ever failed in showing up.
It wasn't long then when the two of you finally talked, thanks to Akaashi's efforts. It was actually Akaashi who first invited you personally to watch one of their official matches.
Bokuto couldn't do it because despite his personality, he would always feel his panic rising at thought of inviting you himself. So, the solution? Whine continuously to Akaashi until he gives up and do it for him. Fortunately, it worked.
Everything went smooth sailing after that.
But even if your relationship with each other progressed, you still remained as his number 1 fan. You would still make posters and give him gifts everytime they win. In exchange, Bokuto would always do his best and give you the biggest hug as soon as each matches finish.
A few years forward, Bokuto became an official player of the MSBY black jackals. You were the first person he celebrated it with and the person who encouraged him to continue playing in order to achieve his dreams.
You became his anchor and his strength, the person he would run to whenever he was doubting himself and everytime he needed someone to hold him.
It was then during their victory party against the Adlers when Bokuto finally realized that you were really the one for him. As he watched you dance and laugh with his teammates, he got the feeling that he shouldn't let you go anymore.
You were it for him.
-
"I was looking for you," you said with a pout as you balanced yourself on your boyfriend's arm, your vision hazy and voice slurry due to the alcohol in your system.
Bokuto tightened his hold on your waist, his eyes scanning over your drunk figure as you basically clung to him like a baby. "Sorry, baby. I had to go buy something real quick, couldn't stop myself."
"Mhmm," you hummed, obviously not getting anything from what he said. "Carry me, please... Wanna go home."
Without any objections, Bokuto leaned down to scoop you in his arms and then placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before carrying you all the way to the car.
When you woke up, the smell of pancakes was the first thing you noticed. You stood up and padded your way to the kitchen where you saw Bokuto cooking with his back turned against you.
One of your eyebrows shot up as you heard him grumbling something inaudible. Silently, you sneaked your way to him and suddenly wrapped your arms around him from the back.
Bokuto jumped up in surprise before turning around. He quickly covered your eyes as he said in a panic voice, "Baby! Don't look at the pancake yet, okay? Go take a seat. I'm still not done."
"Hmm, you seem suspicious but alright," you answered with his hand still covering your eyes. You pouted your lips and smiled when you felt him giving you a short kiss before guiding you to the table.
Once he was finished, you rose an eyebrow at the nervous look on his face while holding the plate filled with pancakes. "You okay, baby?" you asked in concern.
Your boyfriend only nodded before carefully placing the stack in front of you.
A small flower was neatly placed on the side but what caught your attention was the message written out of chocolate syrup on top of the pancake.
MARRY ME?
"Kou?" you whispered before taking your eyes off your breakfast.
What you saw next was enough to bring tears to your eyes.
Because as soon as you looked at him, Bokuto went on his knee and opened a small box, revealing an expensive ring that you'll soon be wearing. "I'm sorry if I only wrote marry me on the pancake. It wasn't big enough to write the whole 'will you marry me?' and that's why I'm here, down on my knee, to ask you directly."
Despite your tears, you can't help but giggle at the rhyming in his words. "You got that idea from Akaashi, didn't you?"
Bokuto pouted before mumbling a small "Dont interrupt me."
Seeing you nod, he continued, "Baby, we've been together for several years now and yet we're still here - going strong without any intent of separating any time soon. You were the first person who was able to cheer me up without Akaashi's help and the only person who caught my attention by shouting during one of our matches." He chuckled shortly before proceeding, "You've always been there to support me. You're my number one fan, my number one supporter and the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. I know that sometimes I'm not easy to deal with but still, I'm going to take my chance. To my number one fan, will you marry me?"
Bokuto stared at you in anticipation, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head as he waited patiently for your answer. The moment he heard you saying yes, he immediately felt as if he was the luckiest man in the world.
Slipping the ring on your finger, he stood up and pressed his forehead against yours. "Thank you, thank you, baby. Love you so much," he said repeatedly as he showered your face with kisses.
-
"Kou, are you done yet?"
Your voice brought him out from his daydreaming. Scanning the area around him, Bokuto chuckled as he realized that he was still inside the shower.
He then turned the water off and dried himself before wrapping a towel around his waist.
"I'm sorry, baby. I just remembered something important," he said as he walked over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead and murmuring a low apology for taking too long.
"Wanna tell me about it?" you asked in a sleepy voice as you both settled yourself on the bed.
Bokuto wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his hand slipping inside your shirt to rub circles on the small strip of skin on your spine knowing how much it helps you fall asleep faster.
"I'll tell you next time about it, okay? Go back to sleep." Bokuto watched as your eyelids fluttered close, your breathing soon evening out and your lips parting slightly to allow small amounts of air in.
"You already know about it anyway, my number one fan," he whispered as he soon also closed his eyes, letting the sound of your breathing lull him to sleep.
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Lazy Day
Pairing: Gabriel Keyes x reader
Requested by @fedorable-killjoys
Summary: Before Gabriel leaves for his band's tour, you spend a lazy day together.
Tags: domestic fluff
Words: 656
A/N: Firstly, thank you for letting me indulge in my simping for Gabriel. Secondly, I wanted to post it on Wednesday in honor of the start of the Crashdïet tour, but life happened and I only now got to finish it. (gif made by me)
Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @bakugos-number-one-girl @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @rhyetaylor62 @satans-vengeance @smells-like-perfect-senses
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Today was the last day before Gabriel's tour with Crashdïet started and even though he was only going to be away for a month, you wanted to spend some time alone with him. Your boyfriend knew that because having a lazy day together had become some sort of tradition every time he was away for longer than two weeks.
You woke up to the sound of Gabriel strumming his guitar and softly singing I Remember You by Skid Row - one of his favorite songs to play. Your eyelids were twitching slightly, but still you pretended to be asleep to listen to his voice a little longer.
The wide smile was noticeable in his voice when you finally opened your eyes, smiling back at him as he sang, "I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes."
He paused briefly to kiss your forehead and whisper, "Good morning, beautiful," before continuing to sing the chorus and then putting the guitar away.
You lovingly ruffled his hair as he climbed under the blanket and leaned in to kiss you. "I could get used to this personal wake-up call," you half-joked and he hummed, rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
"I'll take that as a sign for me to send you voice messages every morning," he smirked, looking up at you and kissing your knuckles.
The way he said that made you feel like he was being serious about it and you were silently looking forward to receiving audios from him with his adorable morning voice.
"By the way, are you hungry?" he asked, rolling to the side of the bed and without waiting for an answer, he added, "I'm gonna make us pancakes."
With that, he got up and walked into the kitchen, you following him. As he noticed you sitting at the table behind him, he said in a slightly disappointed tone, "You know, I would have made you breakfast in bed."
"Aw, don't look at me like that!" You stood up and squished his cheeks. "We can spend the rest of the day in bed. Besides, you're busy enough in the next five weeks, it's your turn to relax today."
He puckered his lips and you gave him a kiss, which made him smile before he got back to mixing the ingredients for the pancakes.
Actually, it was more like brunch than breakfast as it was already past 11 o'clock, but you didn't have anything planned anyway.
Every time you had a quality time day before a tour started, Gabriel got to pick the movie and tonight it was The Dirt.
After putting Netflix on, he crawled into bed with you, chuckling as you suddenly pulled him in your lap. You wrapped your arms around him and he looked at you admiringly. "Did you know I love you?"
Your natural reaction would have been 'No, you've only told me a hundred times today', but you couldn't say that right now with the way he looked at you, so you just smiled. "Yes, but you can remind me."
"I love you," he said, softly kissing your lips before climbing off your lap to lay beside you.
Your legs were intertwined, his arm was resting on your waist and he peppered you with kisses while you were watching the movie.
"I already miss you," he murmured after a while, nuzzling your neck.
You held him tighter and kissed his cheek, whispering, "I already miss you too."
"But I'll be back home sooner than you think," he said with that cute smile of his, but it sounded more like he was also reassuring himself. There was a pause before he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"
"I'd love to, but you know I can't just take a whole month off," you sighed, playing with his hair, and he nodded in understanding.
If he only knew that you had a surprise visit in Leeds planned…
#mel writes#gabriel keyes#gabriel keyes x reader#gabriel keyes imagine#gabriel keyes fic#crashdïet#crashdïet x reader#crashdïet imagine#crashdïet fic
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