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slutforln4 · 5 months

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ALL MINE

🖇️ in which your drunk best friend turns into something more, perhaps?

🖇️ request from a lovely anon! had to wreck my brain on how to write it haha. send in an ask to lmk how i did!

🖇️ warnings: 18+ MDNI !! this is an nsfw work. its also 3.1k words long...

🖇️ lando norris x reader

It’s nearly two a.m. when you get woken up by a spam of messages from none other than your best friend, Lando.

Lando: Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy

Lando: Could uou please come pcik me up?

Lando: I’n a bit drunk hahaha

You giggle at his misspelt messages and type up a quick reply as you tug on a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

You: Yeah, where are you?

Lando: You jnow the club with the huge dj table? The one I love?

You: Be there in 10.

Lando: thank youuuuu ❤️

It’s a little silly how a red heart emoji is making you blush. Lando’s always been affectionate over text and in real life, so it's really nothing new. But, what definitely is new, are the feelings you have for him.

It took you three years of friendship to realise that Lando makes you feel happier and more loved than any of your ex-boyfriends ever did. He was there for you during all the break-ups and comforted you by delivering roses to your house every week. And he still does.

You look over at this week’s bouquet of roses on the bedside table of the hotel and smile at the note. ‘Much love, Lando.’ It reads, with the sloppiest yet cutest heart you could imagine drawn underneath it.

Lando’s always been affectionate, but maybe more so when it comes to you.

Everyone else on the grid noticed the way he looked at you and he never denied it when they asked if he liked you more than just a friend. You’d sit in a corner of the garage, tucked away from all the chaos of the mechanics and the roaring engines, but you’d still watch the races intensely. And, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn't doing better with you there.

When you’re on the paddock, it's almost like you’re Lando’s good luck charm. He ends up getting high spots on the pole each time you join him on the races and watch from the side. Or maybe it was the thought that when he finished the races, you'd be there waiting for him with your arms wide open to embrace him in a hug that felt like it wasn't platonic at all. Neither of you are sure if it was.

The cold night air hits your cheeks as soon as you leave your car. Maybe it wasn't the best decision to wear sweats to a club, but it's not like you’d be there for long. You text Lando that you’re there and wait for him to read the message, but he doesn't. You text Oscar, he replies in an instant.

You: Hey, are you at the club with Lando?

Oscar: Yes, he’s been whining for you. Are you here?

You: Yeah, I’m outside the club actually. Could you please ask him to come outside?

Oscar: Give him 5 minutes to gather his stuff.

You: Alright, thank you.

You nervously clutch your phone in your hand as you lean against your car. Something feels different about tonight. Sure, you were at the race and saw him kick ass out there. Maybe it was the fact that he placed fifth and was beating himself up for it.

Back at the hotel, before he left for the club, he was ranting to you about everything he could’ve done differently.

“I’m stupid,” he sighed, sitting down on the bed next to you and placing his head in his hands. “Could’ve been P3.”

“Hey,” you softly caressed his back as you spoke. “You were amazing out there, truly. It wouldn't take a genius to notice the potential you have. This year just wasn't your year, you’ll do better next season.”

By the end of your speech, Lando had pulled you into his lap and softly caressed your hair as you played with his. “You’re right.” He smiled, fondly. “I’ll do better next season, because I have such an amazing girl like you by my side, hm?” He softly caressed your cheek and you nodded, smiling at him.

Your thoughts get cut off by the sound of Lando and Oscar talking as they leave the club. “Mate, I’m fineeee,” you heard Lando speak. He had an arm around Oscar’s shoulders to keep steady, yet was practically carried by Oscar the whole time.

“No, you’re not, you can barely walk.” You see Oscar roll his eyes as he helps Lando get to you. When Lando’s glossy eyes land on you, he grins.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around you. You reciprocate the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of your best friend. As intoxicating as it is, you manage to pull away slightly. “Why didn't you come inside? Max was downing shots like craaaazyyyyy”

“Maybe next time,” you laugh.

Lando pulls away and turns to Oscar. “This guy,” he points to him, causing a confused look on Oscar’s face. “He’s the real champ.” Lando laughs, wobbling over to Oscar. “Great job, mate. I’m very jealous and upset, but you did so great.”

“You also did really great, Lando.” Oscar smiles at Lando, “McLaren said you’ve had a great impact on the team.”

“Aw, really?” Lando grins and it warms your heart. “That’s so sweet. Listen, I will catch you later, I got a pretty girl I gotta get to, alright?”

Oscar nods and locks eyes with you, noticing the slight blush on your face at Lando’s words. “Alright, mate. Night.” He says to the both of you.

“Night, Oscar,” you and Lando reply in union and he laughs. You open the passenger door for him and he gets in, but instead of buckling up, he just sits there. “Buckle up, Lan.”

“Sleepy,” is all he says. You roll your eyes and smile at his laziness before reaching over and buckling him up. You have to try your best and ignore how his face is so close to your neck, and how you’re so close to his neck. The button-up he wore today was half-way to being fully unbuttoned and the mere glimpse of his exposed chest made you weak in the knees. “You smell nice.”

“Thanks, Lan.” You smile and start the car, driving back towards the hotel. There’s an unexpected silence in the car and you can feel Lando’s gaze on you. After looking at the rear-view mirror and seeing just how red he made you, you pray he’s too drunk to tell.

You feel his gentle tug on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “This mine?”

You look down and realise you did, in fact, put on Lando’s sweatshirt instead of your own. “Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry. Probably mixed yours up with mine.”

“No, it's alright,” he hums. “Looks better on you. I like you in my clothes.”

You’re sure that if Lando wasn't wasted right now, he’d be giving you so much shit for being a flustered mess. But you can't help it when he’s being so sweet to you.

The hotel comes into view and you look over at Lando. He was already looking at you. “We’re here.”

He unfastens his seatbelt and opens the door, before making his way around the car to open your door. Even though he’s drunk, he remembers the little things he does for you. You’ve told him multiple times that he doesn't have to do that, you’re fully capable of opening your own door, but he persists.

Lando’s hand reaches out to help you get out of the car and the warmth of his palm in yours sends sparks through your body. He seems to notice it, but says nothing about it. Yet you notice the slight smirk on his face.

He seems to be less drunk than when he was with Oscar. He walks just fine without needing to support himself on you, but regardless, he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you into the hotel.

“Don’t you need help walking?” You laugh, slightly, as you remind him of what he was like only ten minutes ago.

“Nope,” Lando shrugs, reciprocating the smile on your lips. “Had to pretend to be very wasted so I’d have a reason to leave. I’m still a little tipsy, though.”

“And Oscar bought it?”

Lando can't help but laugh at the memory of Oscar practically dragging him out of the club. “Yeah, apparently he’s very gullible.”

You smile, looking at Lando’s face and studying every feature. The moles on his cheek and neck have always been your favourite feature of his. You love drawing shapes on his skin, as if you were connecting the dots. And that smile of his... The sight of it made you melt.

The elevator dings at your floor and Lando leads both of you towards your room. For some reason, you grow nervous. You’re nervous that this affection won’t be there when he sobers up in the morning, so you’re dreading every second until you go to sleep.

“Did you like the roses?” He asks, setting his stuff down on his bedside table.

You look over at him and smile. “Loved them. Thank you.”

“No need,” he’s quick to shut down your thanks. “I told you, you deserve it.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been sending me roses every week for months now,” you tug off your sweatshirt and get dressed for bed. Lando watches. “I don't do things like that for you, it makes me feel like it's unfair.”

“It's not unfair,” he lays down in the bed, watching as you carefully take off his sweats and place them in your suitcase. “It’s what friends do.”

“Is it?” You ask with a small smirk, getting into the bed. “Do friends also share a bed?”

“If it's cheaper, yeah.” He references the prices of the hotel and how expensive it would’ve been if you had gotten a room with two beds instead of one.

You look at him with a soft smile. “You’re rich enough to afford a bigger hotel room.”

“Are you complaining about sharing a bed?” Lando raises a brow, playfully. You shake your head. “Alright, then come here,” he raises his arm and invites you to cuddle with him. Again, not the first time you’ve done that, but something about this time feels different.

There’s something different about you when you lay your head on his chest and something different about him when he wraps his arm around you. It’s a lot more gentle. Maybe more loving?

Lando wonders the same. “Do you think friends cuddle?”

You can tell it's his tipsiness talking, but still, you reply. “Yeah, all the time.”

You feel his chest rise with a sigh. Lando’s not sure what he wants you to say. Maybe he’s looking for a reason not to be platonic with you. Maybe he’s looking for things that you two do that aren't considered platonic. Though, many would consider this not platonic. The way he’s wrapped around you is incredibly loving, if anything.

Neither of you are sure when you started doing not-so-platonic platonic things, but you’ve been enjoying it. The occasional nicknames, forehead kisses, hugs that last longer than they should, cuddles, longing stares across a crowded room.

Somehow, you always manage to find each other, even in a sea of others.

“Lando,” you look up at him and notice he was already looking at you. You’re not sure what you want to say to him. There’s so much to say, yet so little comes to mind. One look at him and all your thoughts, even the most coherent ones, become a jumbled mess.

Lando presses a kiss into your hairline. “Hm?”

You don't answer for a while. The hand that was resting draped across his torso slowly trails up to his jaw. Your fingers trace his jawbone and trail up to his moles, playing connect the dots with each and every one of them. Lando’s breathing became more jagged when your thumb traced his bottom lip.

As your hand cups the right side of his jaw, you ask.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

That’s all that it took. The soft plea that left Lando’s soft lips urged you to gently place your own against his. You don't move at first. He doesn't either. Your lips stay touching but neither of you move, either too scared of being pushy or too scared to take it too far.

Lando’s the first one to initiate any movement. His lips start moving against yours and your lips copy. It doesn't take long for you to find a good rhythm. Everyone always says you two were made for each other, and this was the moment you realised it’s true.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and his hands travel to your waist. There’s nothing awkward about this, you somehow already know what to do and how to act in a way that’s far from your usual ‘platonic’ acts.

When you softly tug on his hair as you deepen the kiss, Lando whimpers into your mouth and it might be your favourite sound. “Touch me,” he says, under his breath.

Your hand trails down from his hair, down his back, making sure to softly caress it as it reaches the hemline of his boxers. Your hand softly runs over his side, making his skin erupt in goosebumps. “Still ticklish, Norris?” You smile against his lips.

“Mhm,” he replies, his hands pulling your hips to roll against his. You feel his erection pressing onto your pelvis, making the ache in the pit of your stomach worse. “Now stop teasing me.”

The hunger in his voice makes you quicken your movements. You place your hand over his clothed erection and when you wrap your hand around it, a small moan leaves his lips. You’ve barely touched him, yet he’s a moaning mess in your hands.

Your lips press onto his harsher as you begin palming him through his boxers. There’s barely any stimulation happening to his cock, but the mere thought of you being the one to touch him like this, makes him more sensitive to any kind of physical contact with you. He wants to savour and feel every last ounce of your attention tonight, because he’s not sure what this means for your friendship afterwards.

You wrap your hand around his cock and apply some pressure when you stroke him. He’s a moaning mess, softly whimpering as you bite his bottom lip. It takes a few more strokes until you can tell he’s close, so you pull away.

Lando’s confused eyes lock with yours only to realise you’re unclasping your bra and tugging off your panties. He does the same and drops his boxers on the floor, his erection hitting his abdomen with a soft slap. It’s almost like Lando can read your mind when he lays on his back and places his hands on your waist as you sit on his thighs, not daring to take him.

“You scared?” He asks, softly. You knew he had some length, but it didn't seem that long through swimming trunks or boxers. Not to mention the intimidating combo of length and girth Lando seems to be blessed with. When you nod, he slowly flips you over to lay on your back. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He places a small kiss on your forehead and you feel his hand reaching down to your pussy, a finger slipping between the folds. “So wet for me.” Lando mumbles against your lips. You feel him lining the tip up with your entrance, but he doesn't move it past that.

Lando keeps it there as he softly kisses you, his lips trailing your jaw, neck, collarbone. He leaves small bites and hickeys, earning enough moans from you to last him months of remembering this moment for when he needs you again.

When you whimper into Lando’s mouth, your hips jolting closer to what you want, Lando smirks. “You want it, hm? You want me to fuck you dumb, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips. “Please.”

You feel him pushing his cock into you, the size of it stretching your walls in a way you couldn't have ever imagined. A slow moan leaves your lips and he’s only halfway in.

“Taking me so well, aren't you?” He kisses your neck, licking a spot before softly sinking his teeth into your tender skin. It hurts but fuck, does it feel good. Lando pushes his whole length into you with a short thrust and you gasp at the sudden feeling of him hitting your cervix.

“Lando,” you call out when he slowly pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. “Fuck.”

“You can take it, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, as he pulls out slowly again. This time, his thrust is more aggressive. You feel him slowly speeding up, your moans only increasing in frequency. The shape of his cock and the way he stretches your walls makes your mind go dizzy.

Lando trails kisses down your chest, placing as many hickeys as possible. He wants to make sure you remember tonight. He wants to make sure both of you have a reminder of what happened for days to come.

“Such a good girl,” he lowly hums into your neck, resting his head against your shoulder as his tongue swirls and licks the skin between your collar and jaw. “Pretty pussy all stretched out for me.”

“Fuck,” you squeeze your eyelids shut at the new feeling Lando praising you.

“You like that?” He smirks against your jaw. “Does my pretty girl like praise?”

“Say that again,” you urge him, your hands frantically moving from his hair to his jaw to pull him in for a sloppy kiss. “Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, baby,” he kisses your lips, his thrusts beginning to turn sloppy. “All mine.”

“All yours,” you affirm against his lips, feeling your own orgasm approaching. “Fuck, Lando. Keep going.”

“You gonna come for me, huh, baby?” He says between his strained moans, his hips slapping against yours as both of you nearing your highs. “C’mon.”

“I’m about to-” your sentence is cut off by a loud moan when Lando’s hand slips between your bodies to find your clit. He starts rubbing the throbbing bud in circles, applying pressure from time to time.

“I’m right there with you, baby, let go.” He kisses you again and again, slowly slipping away to nuzzle his head into your shoulder when both of you moan in pleasure. You feel his warmth spread inside you and he’s sure he’s never felt anything like this before.

He thrusts the cum into you before pulling out and flopping on his back. Both of you are a sweaty mess, still kissing. After a short while, Lando gets up to go get a towel and clean both of you up, and you change the sheets before laying back down.

“So…” your head rests on his chest when you begin to talk. You look up at him, worry slowly filling up your system.. “Still glad you left the party?”

Lando laughs. “There's no place I’d rather be.”

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zhongrin · 11 months

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“honey, can you… get us a pet?”

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, tighnari, kaveh, pantalone, cyno

◇ tags ◇ fluff, crack, dragon!li

◇ a/n ◇ all i want in life is a zhongli and a al haitham with their chosen pets is that really too much to ask

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli, predictably, brings back a dog. before you ask, it’s a very normal dog that isn’t the size of a mountain and is unable to control the elements. it’s a common house pet, a sign of luck and auspiciousness, plus he’s a very good boy!

………. just. don’t coddle rex jr. too much, okay? rex sr. is still a half-dragon after all.

al haitham brings back a pot of some rare plant he got at the grand bazaar... what? plants are pets too. an even better version, he argues, especially since this particular one should bear small edible fruits when they grow enough. plus, they’re quiet and will let him read in peace.

hey, it’s your fault for never specifying what kind of pet you wanted him to get.

childe brings back an otter. where did he get it? no one knows. don’t ask. where will he put it? uhhh. no worries, he’ll put the otter in your bathtub for now, but he’ll commission someone to dig up a pool for them to float around! it’ll be fineeee!

tighnari sits you down and lectures you about the responsibilities of a pet owner for two straight hours to make sure you truly understand what you’re asking of him first. adopting a pet is a huge step in your life and he wants to make sure you fully understand what you’re getting into.

plus, you might want to take into consideration that your fox hybrid lover inherits that territorial behavior from his ancestors…?

kaveh jumps at the opportunity. to him, that’s like you’re giving him the green light on bringing animals home. a mistake on your part, honestly.

it’s day three and you’re now housing: an unexpectedly tame dendro slime with a withered flower on its head, two very weakened and starving desert foxes, one forest fox with one eye, and a little bird with a broken wing.

good luck.

pantalone merely chuckles yet the very next day you find the most elegant, purebred siberian forest cat delivered straight to your lavish shared abode’s doorstep. she’s groomed to perfection, well-trained, and a joy to be around.

the most beautiful cat for the most breathtaking person in his life - he thinks it’s very fitting.

cyno unexpectedly brings back a rabbit; a snow-white furred darling with ruby-red eyes that fits on top of your palm. such an innocent-looking, wee little being has become a lethal weapon in cyno’s hand. whenever you deny him of something, you will now see two pairs of eerily similar-colored eyes looking up at you with wet bunny eyes.

darn it.

like father like son, you suppose.

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p1utofairy · 8 months

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PAC: “i just wanna be your favorite…” ⭐️🎀💍

• which fictional characters is your person most like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i also just wanna say thank y'all from the bottom of my heart for the support <3 it means so much to me. enjoy!

pile 1 💸 —

"i can't wait 'til i get you on the floor, good-looking. hey, going hot, so hot, just like an oven. and ow! burned myself, i just had to touch it. but it's so fire, and it's all mine."

hiii pile 1! let me start off by saying your person is one fineeee m'fer! they look straight out of an old hollywood movie. suit & tie by justin timberlake ft. jay z won't stop playing in my head lol, their vibe is literally that song. they're gonna love taking you out to fun events and showing you off to people hehe i heard "trophy wife." this isn't in a superficial way by any means, they just really love how you look and how bright your personality shines. you have a mesmerizing appearance and an extraordinary personality to match. i feel like your eyes or their eyes is another main focus that will garner lots of compliments. ok, wow. back to the topic at hand! the characters i channeled were jay gatsby from ‘the great gatsby’, lon hammond from ‘the notebook’, and napoleon solo from ‘the man from U.N.C.L.E.’ now of course your person may not exactly look like these characters but the ✨vibes✨ are very much there. you're gonna have the time of your life with this person lol they are so damn fun and charismatic. i can hear them teasing you and and saying "don't be a brat, baby." with a sly smirk on their face LOL they're gonna make you feel so tingly and giddy inside ahhh. i feel like it was hard for them to settle down before you came into their life pile 1. they wanted to have their cake and eat it too. i mean this person could honestly have whatever they want, but you actually make them work for this relationship and they're not used to that. people (romantically and platonically) just fall for them at the drop of a dime because they are just so damn sexy, and it doesn't help that they're good with their words and actions. i just heard smooth operator by sade and ego by beyoncé at the same time lol this person is seriously a charmer! they can't help it though, they just love to socialize and have a good time. on the flip side, this sometimes weighs them down. the constant attention and socializing can make them feel overwhelmed at times. i'm thinking of ‘the great gatsby’ when jay kept throwing elaborate parties and inviting thousands of people to attend them, so that he could eventually catch daisy's attention. i'm hearing "when you're happy, they're happy!" random thought, but for some of you…your person could be from the UK/have a thick british accent. i also feel like your person is funny af, they've got jokes for dayssssss. they honestly take nothing serious…like if either of you had a bad day at work or just in general, TRUST that they will find a way to turn it around. like it'll actually amaze you how they just go through life vibing and you'll just be like how??? and i can hear them saying "i don't know, babe. i just got it like that." lol they're so cocky (but in an annoyingly hot way) you will never be able to stay mad at them. like if you were being petty and giving them the silent treatment for whatever reason…i can see you getting ready and they'd come up all close behind you, arms around your waist, kissing your neck and they'd be like "you still mad at me, baby?" and your brain would literally malfunction like €|>~€\€,\!|!]€]€YESNOYESNO.!:!,&:’ i'm crying this is hilarious. never a dull moment with them, pile 1. i'm telling ya!

other channeled messages:

theme from new york, new york by frank sinatra, gene kelly, tuxedo, her way by partynextdoor, sophisticated, expensive cologne, j'adore dior, pearly white teeth, cartier watch, swarovski crystals, meet me on the dance floor, babydoll by mariah carey, british, sprinter by dave & central cee, love island, damson idris, i'll make it happen, ballin’ by partynextdoor, diamonds are a girl's best friend

pile 2 💣 —

“who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway. cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché. who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché.”

okayyyy pile 2, i see y'all with the bonnie and clyde vibes! let's buckle down and get serious though. i already feel like your person is very misunderstood. they might've had a rough childhood growing up or possibly struggled with connecting to their family. they feel like they fuck things up? they kinda think to themselves "why should i even try to be in a relationship, i'm a mess. i mess things up." it's actually sad because i feel like they're a great person (very soft and gentle) and when things go left/don't work out they immediately blame themselves because the blame was always put on them as a child. i'm hearing it's a "trauma response" :( aw pile 2 i feel like crying…your person really takes it on the chin and keeps it pushing. i can see them sitting on porch steps, gazing at the skyline and kinda just shrugging saying "that's just life i guess." they tend to self-sabotage before things even go into motion but before you two meet, they'll be pushed to confront their problems/fears. they have this cool, in-control, idgaf type of vibe on the outside but internally it's the opposite. i'm hearing pretty little fears by 6lack ft. j cole wow pile 2 they'll really have a soft spot for you. the characters i channeled were damon salvatore from ‘the vampire diaries’, luke glanton from ‘the place beyond the pines’ and tyler durden from ‘fight club’ which are some pretty complex personalities whew. your person is a loner by default, they feel like they really can't depend on many people. they've been left out in the cold so many times it's like they had no other choice but to become independent fast. when they meet you, pile 2…you're going to awaken them. i'm hearing j cole's verse in pretty little fears, “i'm loving your light, vulnerable. letting your guard down is honorable. 'specially when the past ain't been that friendly to you, but…there's magic in that.” it's gonna be insane to them how someone like you could display so much love, care and devotion towards them. i can see them keeping a really cute picture of you (or you two together) in their wallet/bag and just staring at it with a small smile on their face. you give them so much hope pile 2. they never knew they were capable of such strong emotions; love, happiness, joy. i can see you two laughing about something…you have this big grin on your face and when you turn your head to look at them, you just see them with a dopey smile on their face and a glint in their eyes just staring at you in awe. and you're just like "what?" but you don't even know how much you really mean to them in that moment. I'M ABOUT TO BURST INTO TEARS PLS I CAN'T. they're not used to anything stable, but you give them hope and anticipation for their future…with you. y'all are going to have to have so many enlightening, deep and forward-thinking conversations. i see them holding your hand and kissing your knuckles, taking random drives at night together while blasting music and going to the movies and talking/debating afterwards about what you hated and what you loved. k i'm crying, bye!

other channeled messages:

west coast by lana del rey, west side, successful relationship, turning tables by adele, cigarettes out the window by tv girl, well my boyfriend's in a band, ultraviolence album, someone like u (interlude) by ariana grande, toxic upbringing, scorpio moon, aries, smoking weed, american psycho, it's a forever thing

pile 3 🐚 —

“every little thing you do got me feeling some type of way. when you gimme that thunder you make my summer rain.”

welcome to your reading pile 3! idk why i wanted to say pile 333 hehe let's take that as a sign that you're about to meet your person soon. your person is so easy-going…like their energy feels so carefree and warm; like a nice summer breeze (i feel like some of you that chose this pile watch/really love the summer i turned pretty) i can see your person adjusting their sunglasses and saying "i'm just happy to be here." they're such a vibe lol. ok and why did i just randomly hear "no you're cute jeans." their sense of humor is so sjhfjdjcjdsn y'all are gonna have a lot of inside jokes together; internet memes especially. that "i'm sorry, i'm just in a silly goofy mood" shemar moore video just popped up in my head LMFAOOOO your person is hilarious pile 3. i channeled johnny storm from ‘fantastic four’, chad meeks-martin from ‘scream vi’, stefan salvatore from ‘the vampire diaries’ and conrad fisher from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ which are all pretty different but i see the vision pile 3…i see the vision. i feel like your person has just gotten back to themselves, because for awhile they weren't this upbeat and silly. i feel like this has to do with a past hurt/betrayal from either a friend or an ex-lover…that person took them for granted and made them feel small. i just randomly heard "katherine pierce" so maybe that person was very sneaky and never had good intentions in the first place. when they're with you though, they feel like a moth drawn to a flame. best friend by 50 cent just came to mind, "if i was your best friend, i want you 'round all the time. (i want you 'round me all the time) girl, i'll be your best friend if you promise you'll be mine (girl, promise you'll be mine)." i see you both posting funny photo dumps of you two together on instagram/instagram stories. i feel like y'all will be a PDA couple, and even if you aren't one of those type of people that likes all that…they're definitely gonna make you so happy that people visibly see the love between the two of you. i can see them kissing the side of your head, you slightly leaning into them…them giving you their hoodie/jacket to wear when you're cold. it's subtle things like that 🥹 so so so cute. you two have a very sacred, beautiful and divinely protected relationship. your person will be very generous with their time, money and love when it comes to you pile 3.

other channeled messages:

there goes my baby by usher, one in a million by ne-yo, connie baby, it's your world i'm just living in it, positions by ariana grande, unlock it by charlie xcx ft. kim petras & jay park, right my side by nicki minaj ft. chris brown, long walks on the beach, forever boy, vintage camera/digital camera, breakin’ my heart (pretty brown eyes) by mint condition, taylor swift, peter parker

pile 4 🌹—

“moment of honesty. someone's gotta take the lead tonight, who's it gonna be? i'm gonna sit right here and tell you all that comes to me. if you have something to say, you should say it right now.”

heyyy pile 4. i'm kinda stunned rn cause your person is sooooooooo captivated by you. like they wanted to skip all the bullshit and get right into it, and honestly…i #respect it. they think you're an absolute badass, you handle tough situations with so much grace. i'm hearing "you're better than me." lol they play no games pile 4, especially when it comes to you! i'm hearing that you've been through a lot, and it hasn't been easy for you to get to the point in your life that you're at now. they just wanna kiss you and make everything better. kiss it better by rihanna just started playing, "kiss it, kiss it, better baby." yeah your person is sensual af pile 4, it's givingggg taurus vibes. this is random af but i feel like they really love your back? if you wear a backless top or a backless dress, they will go absolutely FERAL. like fingers ghosting down your spine, their lips kissing down your neck…and don't get me started on the eye contact. their gaze is INTENSE. i’m hearing lyrics from nobody by selena gomez, "no kiss, no lips, no feel, no rush can keep me high, i swear no one…can love me like you do. can love me like you do, no." the characters i channeled were tobias eaton from ‘divergent’ and anakin skywalker from ‘star wars prequel trilogy’ which is so on brand. those 2 did not play about tris and padmé, ok?! you are their whole world pile 4. if it's not you, they don't want it. they feel so relaxed around you…like they can finally breathe. i can see them standing in a serious stance (obviously tense af) pondering about something and you just come behind them and wrap them in a big bear hug and they just…melt. they finally take that deep breath that they didn't even realize they were holding in for so long. they usually keep their feelings to themselves, but you create such a great safe space for them to be so open, honest and vulnerable; and vice versa. i'm also hearing that they are a very hands-on type of person, so whatever you need done/fixed, they sure as hell will find a way to do it for you. i can also see you two chilling/relaxing together a lot. don't get me wrong this person will always find something for you two to do, but there's something about that downtime (watching a movie while cuddled up with you on the couch, spending time with you and your loved ones/friends or taking a late night drive with you) that makes them think to themselves, "damn i really love life." 😮‍💨 you've got them locked in pile 4. it's so sweet & amazing.

other channeled messages:

1 of 1, peppers by lana del rey ft. tommy genesis, skywalker by miguel ft. travis scott, adore by cashmere cat ft. ariana grande, it's us against the world baby, 90210, pisces, dream guy, sauvage cologne, miss dior, sagittarius rising, virgo's groove by beyoncé, 1:11, best i ever had (remix) by drake & nicki minaj, all i want is you by miguel ft. j cole, bouquet of flowers, tennis bracelet, wild thoughts by dj khaled ft. rihanna & bryson tiller, cpr by summer walker

#pac #pac reading #love pac #pick a card #love reading #intuitive reading #tarot reading #pick a pile #energy reading #tarot pac #pick a card reading #p1utofairy

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lilirari · 4 months

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🏍️ everyone's favourite biker couple is out on a nye bike date

💌 biker! oscar piastri x biker! fem! reader (social media au)

💭 author's note : this is very short but i've been having oscar brainrot again (don't i always ?) and idk how but i'm always on the biker side of instagram these days so i just decided to put these two together and feed my own delusions hehe. anyways this is my last smau for this year ! thank you all for making 2023 fun and memorable <3 see you next year ;)

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🎶 slow down : chase atlantic

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yourinstagram i ❤️ bikers (oscar)

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yourinstagram we don't slow down though we like the fast life 😋

-> oscarpiastri we are speed

-> liamlawson30 the lightning mcqueen dialogue summoned me

yourinstagram also LS2 helmets in the last slide for logansargeant 🤭

-> logansargeant glad to know that y'all still remember me 😐

oscarpiastri my pretty girl

oscarpiastri step on me

-> yourinstagram what

-> oscarpiastri what

-> user81 LMAO HE'S WILDINNNN

oscarpiastri mine mine mine

oscarpiastri god you look so fine in that first picture

oscarpiastri did you have to include that picture of me swinging though 😞

-> yourinstagram ofc ! you look so cute 🥹

-> yourinstagram (he fell down right after this picture was taken btw)

-> oscarpiastri hey now you don't have to mention that

-> user44 NOT Y/N SNITCHING ON HIM LMAO

yourbestie GIRL YOU LOOK SO FINEEEE SO SLAYFUL

yourbestie ABSOLUTELY ATE !!!!

-> yourinstagram I LOVE YOUUUUU my hype girl 🫶

yourbestie THAT'S MY GF Y'ALL

-> oscarpiastri that's MY gf 🤨

-> yourinstagram chill guys there's enough y/n for everyone

-> oscarpiastri yeah well i don't share though 💁🏻‍♂️

-> yourinstagram why did i find that extremely hot

-> oscarpiastri you're extremely hot

-> yourbestie oh no nvm guys please don't start making out in the comments

logansargeant not giving this post a like because i'm a hater !!!!

-> yourinstagram is it bc we didn't invite you

-> logansargeant what else do you think it is 😒

-> yourinstagram logan pookie we're sorry 😭 but it was just meant to be an us thing today

-> yourinstagram we even wore the helmets with your initials man

-> yourinstagram we'll call you on our next ride, aight ?

-> logansargeant fine 😐

user16 ughhh y/n's an absolute goddess

user55 THAT OUTFIT THOUGH ??? SLAY QUEEN

user02 the LS2 helmets are so cute :(

user20 OMG SLOW DOWN AS THE SONG ARGGHHH

user22 YNOSCAR ARE SO CHASE ATLANTIC CODED 😩😩

user23 OSCAR LOOKS SO HOT IN THAT FOURTH SLIDE WHAT

user63 SHE SAID FVCK ME LIKE I'M FAMOUS I SAID OKAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user24 Y/N ARE YOU A CHASE ATLANTIC FAN

-> yourinstagram YEAHHHHH OFC BRO CHASE ATLANTIC >>>>>>

-> user27 i think i've fallen in love with y/n all over again

-> oscarpiastri user27 same

user04 why's oscar kinda fine..

-> user01 WDYM KINDA HE'S ALWAYS BEEN FINE

-> yourinstagram facts user01 !!!

user03 GOD WHEN IS MY TURN GOING TO COME

user10 MY FAVOURITE BIKER COUPLE 🫶

user11 icb the two hottest people on the planet are dating it all feels surreal

user14 WHERE'S MY BIKER BF 😭😠

user18 i love you both so much 🥹

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🎶 ohmami : chase atlantic

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oscarpiastri nye with my baby 🖤

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yourinstagram thank you for making my 2023 worthwhile, oz 🫶

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yourinstagram can't wait to spend another whole year with you <3

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yourinstagram i love you, my favourite boy🤍

-> oscarpiastri i love you, my favourite girl 🖤

logansargeant 🤢🤢👎🏻👎🏻

-> yourinstagram this is the reason why you're still single and why you didn't have anyone to kiss you on nye you HATER

-> user77 HELP Y/N THAT'S SO FOUL

-> logansargeant you didn't have to call me out like this 😧

landonorris that guy on the second slide looks kinda cute

-> oscarpiastri he's taken

-> landonorris aww that's too bad 😞 does his girlfriend want to share him with me ?

-> yourinstagram no his gf does not share 🤍

landonorris questionable hand placement on that third slide though 🤨

-> logansargeant no seriously why is she grabbing him like that 😧

-> yourinstagram it's comfortable 🤭

-> oscarpiastri your single arses won't know how it feels like to be touched by a woman

-> landonorris ok foul 💀

-> logansargeant you guys are such haters #ynoscarsinglephobic

-> user30 SINGLEPHOBIC PLEASE IM CRYING

-> user05 nah fr they're giving us singles too much pain it's time to cancel ynoscar

user08 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVEEEE 😭😭

user14 again... WHERE THE FRICK IS MY BIKER BF HUHHH

user06 God i see what you've done for others

user47 THE HAND PLACEMENT ON THE THIRD SLIDE GAWDDAMN

user66 i so badly want to be y/n in the third slide

user58 ynoscar do you want a dog i can bark

user49 i feel faint after seeing these pictures

user07 dayummm oscahhhhh

user56 that fourth picture 😩😩😩😩😩 (aggresive slamming on the desk)

user84 i too want to be carried around by oscar

user34 THE KING AND QUEEN OF BIKERTOK AND BIKESTAGRAM

user09 he's such a cutie patootie look at his bread cheeks in the 2nd slide ☹️

user21 the way they're looking into each other's eyes in the last slide 🥹🥹🥹

user95 ynoscar >>>>>>>> any other couple

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ANA! ANA MY LUV!! idk much about miguel (a travesty i knoeww) but i saw ur fratboy post n now i cant stop drooling at the idea of fratboy!miguel introducing u to his frat buddies!! being so possessive: holding ur waist or pulling u to his lap; kissing ur neck even when his friends are right there. oh my goddd im gonna sob hes so!!!

SUNNY?! I AM BITING MY FIST OMG HE’D SOOO FREAKING POSSESSIVE UGH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT

bby you HAVE to hop on the miguel simp train!! HE IS SO FINEEEE😩😩

it was around after the third date when miguel nervously asked you to come to the frat house to meet his brothers. he didn’t want to overwhelm you of course, he knew how annoying and pushy his brothers could be but still, he would love for them to get to know you just as he had when he was with you,

you saw how nervous he got, but you assured him by squeezing his hand and telling him that you were okay with that. he smiled in return, kissing you softly on the lips as a thank you,

“i never express any gratitude towards anyone in my life except my parents but i want to thank you so much for finally saying yes, it was fucking annoying to hear him yapping about you non-stop. all of us had enough of his corny shit”

one of his frat brothers, glen had mentioned. feigning a relief expression while he smirked at miguel who gave him the finger,

“i literally thanked Jesus when i heard him going on a date with you, y/n! you are our life savior”

miguel threw his head back in annoyance, groaning at how his frat brothers continued to spill his secrets. but you giggled instead, looking over at him who avoided your gaze out of pure embarrassment.

“what else did he do?”

miguel shot you a warning look, “don’t encourage them, muñeca! they’d go all the way out!”

“oh believe me, we have many” beck had answered, playfully snickering at the amount of times miguel had ranted about you. “which one do you want to hear? one where he talked about you while he was high? or one where it was late at night—“

“fuck off, kingsley!” miguel had interrupted before he got too far, in which beck put his hands up in defense.

miguel snaked his arm around your waist, giving your hip three taps to prompt you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

you happily plopped yourself down on one of his thick thighs. he helped you with shifting your body into a comfortable position with your legs crossed.

the rest of the boys sat in the living room, piling in the same area as they all stared at the two of you. millions of questions running through their minds, desperate to know if miguel somehow blackmailed you into agreeing to go out on a date with him or something worse,

miguel sensed the stares from his brothers and, to be frank, it was quite uncomfortable. though he knew for sure they wanted to know the same thing.

“are you guys wondering how i got to take her out or what?”

they all responded with a ‘yes’ in unison, making him rub his temple and you smiled

“so? what did he do, y/n? because i’m starting to think this is a joke”

“could be. i mean, carlos went all 110% for a girl when she rejected his offer the first time” glen shrugged, earning a frown from carlos himself,

“i did not—“

“yes you did. you stood outside of the campus library with a boombox over your head” one boy chimed in while sipping his beer,

“okay see, i was—“

“oh! and remember when he threatened to pull his—“

“shut the fuck up! focus! we’re not here for me but for them!” carlos gestured his hand at both miguel and you. “can we leave my shit behind? that would be great”

carlos's cheeks went beet red as the other guys teased him for it, beck patted him on the back and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of but carlos only swatted his hand away,

you found it so endearing at how the frat guys were so playful and funny with each other. typical boys will be boys type of thing. they were definitely far more different than when you see them during parties,

“well to be honest, he really didn’t have to do anything” you simply replied, tucking a hair behind your ear. “but definitely persistent, in the most politest way and less creepier though”

“you saying what i did was creepy?” carlos pointed at himself with a defeated look,

“i mean, if you had to ask then yeah”

the rest erupted in a peal of loud laughter while carlos’s shoulders slouched. propping his back against the chair with his arms crossed, a chorus of ‘see?’ and ‘i told you so’s’ made you laugh,

miguel settled his elbow on the armrest, eyes glinted with adoration whilst his mouth stretched into a lovesick grin. he watched how you managed to pull joy out of them and there’s nothing he’s appreciated more than that,

the way you threw your head back as another cute giggle escaped you while holding onto his shoulder for balance was enough to make his heart ponder,

“man, you’ve got wicked sense of humor, y/n—say if shit went sideways between the two of you, just know I’m available”

miguel frowned upon hearing that as his nose scrunched up in disgust as he leapt the nearest pillow at his brother’s direction for that comment. he wrapped his arm around your waist far more protectively,

“watch it” he warned, glaring at him. he knew it was a joke but he still didn’t like how that sounded, “i’ll kick your fucking ass, monty”

upon seeing that, your hand moved to find his cheek, lightly tapping his chin with your finger to get him to look at you,

“easy there, big boy” your words soothed him in seconds, especially when he heard his favorite nickname leaving your mouth, "I'm with you"

the confirmation made him giddy and his heart blossomed,

he moved dangerously close to your ear to whisper before kissing the back of it making you giggle. “you look so pretty tonight, muñeca” miguel dragged his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh. “so so pretty— do i get to see you in this dress more often?”

the question came off too excited despite his best trying to hide it, again, if there was nobody around, he'd actually take you right there and then.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but I thought you like me better when i’m naked?”

“oh there’s no doubt about that, mi amor” he winked with a chuckle, “am i… about to get lucky tonight?”

“you might” a seductive response laced on your tone, winking at him as he squeezed your waist before

the boys let out a couple of groans and fake puking sounds at the sight, but the two of you remained still in your element,

''you guys make me sick" glen protested, shaking his head before getting up from the chair to walk away but you caught a small smile on his face,

"jealous you don't have a girlfriend, mayback?" miguel teased at him, glen only threw him the middle finger before cracking another can of beer from the kitchen,

the rest of the boys followed his actions after, not before congratulating miguel on scoring with you.

the word girlfriend made you bulldozed, eyes darted toward his smiling proud face before yours stretched into one as well,

"i'm your girlfriend?"

his smile faltered after he soon realized what he had just called you, he swallowed a nervous gulp. opening and closing his mouth because he was unsure what to say

you must admit you enjoyed seeing him like that.

"well i-i mean--i wasn't--surely you were--uh--what was the question again?"

you tucked your lower lip in between your teeth, head tilting to the side as the adorable man in front of you became a stuttering mess.

realizing that he is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, you leaned closer to his face before smashing your lips against his. his body went still by your action, but soon found himself lost in your kiss and sighed out of contentment,

you pulled away after a few seconds, tousling his soft chocolate hair before replying,

''i would love to be your girl, o'hara''

please please PLEASE tell me this is good!! i was writing this in the car and I couldn’t concentrate for a second because people were honking too much!! bhhshshs

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara blurbs #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #frat!miguel

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brerosee · 5 days

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꧁Nika Muhl Hcs:꧂

✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡

Ugh my little Croatian baddie

This girl is so touchy don’t even play

Like she always has he hands on you waist,hips. Thighs, etc

She don’t care who’s watching she will make out with you right then and there

She’s so protective like!!!

She will give any one nasty looks just cuz they looked at you

Will stare right in their eyes while making out with you

She buys you a necklace that has #10 on it(pretend she’s still at UConn for that one)

Your are get plus one to every event and always showing you off

She calls you so many nicknames like babe,baby,sweetheart,honey,pretty,etc

She even had some in Croatian for you too

UGH HER ACCENT

when she first wakes up is when you really hear it so it’s the best thing to wake up to don’t play

Whenever she speaks Croatian to you, you fold right then and there. She’s knows how much you love it too

Loves taking you back to her home country

When out shopping she insists on paying and carrying everything

When you guys cuddle you have you head in her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around your waist

Paige likes to barge in on yall🙄

One time she walked in on yall making out.(she claims she scard for life)

When your at her games you go crazy seeing how angry and frustrated she gets(she looks so hot angry)

You wear her jersey

She loves it. Like just wearing her clothes in general she loves

She has a tattoo dedicated to you

You love her grillz you think there so fineeee

You guys are the power couple of UConn

Your a passenger princess. She drives you everywhere. Even if she’s not going she will still drop you off

Won’t let you leave without giving her a kiss

The team likes to play flirt with you to get her riled up

Let’s you do her makeup. You practice lashes in her

Try’s to teach you basketball you you end up accidentally hitting her with the ball so she tells you no more

You prefer being any anyway

Your what every one dreams for their future to be like

Your instagram gives Georgina Rodriguez ( please tell my yk what I mean)

Like honestly I see you too living a lavish lifestyle

She wants to give you everything and more.

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#SoundCloud #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #caitlin clark x reader #kate martin x reader

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bellewintersroe · 7 months

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hiiiii! can I get something about Lando but reader is Charles or Carlos 's sister? Even just fluff. thank u❤️

thank you for your request!! really in my Lando feels atm fuming after qualifying but it’s fineeee, I love this idea sm I’ve been thinking about it all day <3 <3 You’re Carlos’ younger sister who’s English isn’t so good, but somehow Mr Lando Norris who’s had an eye on you for years has you under his wing, much to Carlos’s surprise.

warnings: none, I just hope this makes sense because I am half asleep writing this.

“Hello.” A British accent filled your ears, causing your head to turn at the familiar voice, hair bouncing with your movement. Stood besides where you sat was Lando Norris, one of your brothers close friends whom he drove with for many years. Your lips immediately tugged up, blinking in surprise at how much he’d grown, despite the fact he was still a year older than you.

“Lando, hello!” As you stood, Lando felt his heart beat in a funny way, followed by the sensation sinking down to his stomach. Butterflies. He knew he had the hots for you, Carlos’s younger sister, but now he felt nervous?!

“How are you?” You greeted him in a friendly hug, wrapping your arms tightly around the taller boy. You were positive there was a time when you both reached the same height.

“Ummm.” You began, unsure of what he just spoke. Your English was nowhere near as good as your brother or sisters, hell even your dads. “Are you good?” He repeated as your smile widened, offering him an amused beam.

“Good? I am good.” You’d nodded, trying to think the words in English to ask him how he was. “¿Cómo estás?” you’d furrowed your brows, scanning over Lando’s gentle eyes. They still glistened the exact same way they always did, but here now, he somehow looked 10x more handsome than he ever had before.

“Huh?” He frowned a little, at your giggle, his lips tugged right back up. “Good?” You asked, pointing towards him.

“Ohhhh, yes, yes I am good! Are you here to watch Carlos?” Your head cocked to the side, a little confused, offering him a nervous grin. “Ahhh, okay, let me just-” he pulled out his phone, whipping out Google translate. Recognising what it was you immediately laughed out loud.

“What? I want to talk to you?” He giggled innocently, the words not computing in your mind.

“No tengo idea de lo que estás diciendo ahora.” (I have no idea what you are saying right now).

Lando handed you the phone over, playing the Spanish out loud. Google translate distorted the sentences slightly, but it made perfect sense.

I just wanted to talk to you, I haven’t seen you in over a year.

Lando watched you chuckle as you typed back your sentence, eyes fixated to your beauty. Every time you’d come to watch a race or a practice he always sought you out, conversation was difficult, something that frustrated him, he always wanted to get to know you better than what he knew surface level.

how sweet, you should come sit, I hurt my ankle the other week so can’t sit down for long. I can’t believe it’s been a year!

Lando glanced down noticing your bandaged up ankle to which you pursed your lips at playfully before letting out an “ow!” Sound, just to prove how much it hurt. “Okay.” He nodded, sitting besides you on the sofa’s of the paddock.

“What’re you doing in here anyway? Can’t see much of the race from here?” He swallowed, knees knocking against your own bare ones. “¿qué?” Lando cursed, forgetting every now and then he couldn’t just blurt out whatever he wanted.

“It’s ok.” You smiled, using some of the English you knew. The two of you made eye contact, his phone looking extra large in your hands, fingertips brushing against his own. Lando swore you were flirting with him, you were making him feel nervous and Lando never felt nervous around girls.

Time had passed. Neither of you knew how long, but the conversation had flowed so much over Google translate, Lando’s arm resting comfortably behind you. “My English… is… shit.” You copied his curse word. “Yes!!!” Lando squeaked in amusement, slugging an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you.

“Shit, fuck.” You cursed, placing a hand on his leg to stabilise your movement. You saw how Lando’s smirked, licking his lips as his eyes dropped down to where your hand slid off slowly. “Now you’re gonna tell your brother I’ve taught you all this shit.”

“Shit?” You repeated in confusion, eyes trailing down his front, back over his lips. Landon thought he’d melt on the spot under your intense gaze. He was trying to meet it back equally as flirtatiously but he swore his nerves just got in the way. If it wasn’t for Google translate he was positive it would be much sexier.

you’re going to tell your brothers I’ve been teaching you to swear “No!” You exclaimed, laughing and nudging his arm playfully. “Please don’t.”

“O tal vez lo haga y te meta en problemas...” (Or maybe I will and get you in trouble). Your Spanish was so effortlessly sexy to Lando, he always loved a girl who spoke in a foreign accent, maybe that obsession started somewhere between meeting you and speaking to you, but he’d never openly admit that.

“I don’t even know what you’re saying.” He laughed, shaking his head, fingers trailing over your shoulder slightly. You shared a moment of amused eye contact, heart racing at the painfully sexual, intense moment, Lando thought you were going to kiss him. That was until your eyes trailed behind him slightly. The fluttering in his chest stopped when you started giggling, your brother stood behind with a confused expression. “Really?” Carlos sassed, Lando turning up over his shoulder. “Oh hey man.” He spoke casually, too casually. You laughed without even knowing what was being said. “Are you having fun?” Carlos questioned towards Lando, narrowing his eyes at his best friend whose arm was slung over his little sister.

“Y/n, ¿No me di cuenta de que eras tan cercano a Lando?” (I did not realise you were so close to Lando?) The sound of his name mixed with a foreign language he couldn’t understand had him confused. His arm slipped back onto his own lap after realising Carlos was looking rather too inquisitively. Ok maybe he was making moves on his sister, but who could blame him?!

“Sólo estábamos poniéndonos al día. Muchas gracias señor entrometido!” (We were just having a catch up. Thank you very much mr nosy!) Carlos laughed at his younger sister who’d already turned back to the Brit sat besides her, she looked completely enthralled by him, giving him all kinds of heart eyes. Carlos knew he was a nice guy but it was weird seeing his baby sister like this with his closest friend.

“How are you talking?” Carlos then asked Lando who looked a little confused, left out of the conversation prior. “Google translate.” He snickered, waving his phone up. Carlos nodded at the inventiveness. “Ah. Nice.” It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a little awkwardness that lingered as the three of you kinda sat there. Truthfully, Lando and you were waiting for your brothers departure, leaving you be, to continue your conversation- if you could call it that.

“¿Necesitas que te lleven a casa? ¿Me voy ahora?” (Do you need a lift home, I am going now). Carlos then asked you, knowing he was your only option of a ride home, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointment. You were positive Carlos saw it written all over your face, so did Lando.

“What did you say?” Lando questioned. “Oh, I just asked if she wanted a ride home. I brought her.”

“I mean… I can drive her back. We’re having a good time.” He cheeked only a little. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to drive her back. Winding up Carlos in the process was a little funny though.

“Este idiota dijo que puede llevarte a casa. ¿Quieres hacer eso?” (This idiot said he can drive you home. Would you wanna do that?) Your laugh back to Lando caused him to frown back to Carlos who was too laughing. “Hey, what did you say to her? What did you call me? What did he call me?”

“Idiota.” Carlos repeated, teasing again as you laughed in amusement at your brothers antics.

“Me quedaré aquí y me llevarán a casa. Gracias, Lando” (I will stay here and get a lift home. Thank you Lando).

Hearing his words roll off your lips caused his lips to tug up again knowing you’d agreed. “That’s ok.” His tone was much softer rather than when he spoke to Carlos, or anybody else for that matter. With a quick goodbye and a second eyeing up of the boy chatting up his sister, Carlos disappeared, leaving the two of you be again.

You felt a little nervous, for no particular reason. So when his eyes were on you again you’d begun giggling out of nowhere. “You are cute you know that?” Whatever he said, you liked the sound of that…

#Lando Norris x reader #Lando Norris x you #lando norris #lando Norris fanfic #lando Norris imagine #lando Norris fluff #lando Norris x Carlos sainz sister #Carlos sainz sister x reader #F1 x reader #f1 x you

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Another day, another slay. Here is the next chapter of Sublet, hehe. I'm so excited for you all to read this, Aemond is such an asshole but god he is so FINEEEE <3 It's a long one... Enjoy! P.s Aemond is listening to this song: Lovers From the Past - Mareux

Chapter 5: Sīkudi Nopāzmi (Seven Hells)

Cregan left yours after you had relaxed for a time, had some breakfast in the quiet of the apartment together, and yet another round of his fingers pressed into your core.

It was, all things considered, a perfect way to start your day.

And whilst you basked in the afterglow of the evening and morning, and the content and joy that your not so subtle friend with benefits brought you, you decided to spend the rest of the day cleaning and tidying the apartment.

You turned on your speaker and let your music play through it loudly as you did a full clean down.

Usually, Helaena and you would spend your Sunday’s doing this together, glasses of wine in hands, or sometimes, if Aegon dropped it over, a nice spliff.

It wasn’t until the late afternoon that Aemond returned.

The kitchen was freshly wiped down, all cups and bowls put away in the cupboard. The lounge and dining you had spent a meticulous amount of time dusting and fluffing, not at all because you had nervous energy racing through you at the thought of his return. You had even had time to change and wash your sheets, putting on a nice smelling candle in the lounge room to really finish the job.

And then, there he was, in all his lean fury, stood in the hallway that you just mopped and vacuumed in his stupid trainers, dressed head to toe in his jogging gear.

He still had his AirPods in.

You were in the lounge room, dressed in an oversized shirt, probably looking crazed as you had been dashing about the apartment in intermittent song and dance as you cleaned, and there he was, back inside and watching you.

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks but swallowed the feeling of shame. Why should you feel any shame at all? It’s your home. He is the one living here. Besides, it's not as though he doesn’t totally have sex himself. It would be complete-

“Wheres you friend?” Aemond asked, eye looking behind you.

You blanched.

So now he was talking to you?

“Went home.”

Aemond hummed, eyebrows lifting before he carried on through the hall, still with his stupid shoes on, and disappeared into Helaena’s room.

What the fuck?

“Take your shoes off at the door!” You called out to him, irritation pulsing through you.

You didn’t want his dirty outside soles all over your nice clean floorboards, and some nerve he had to ignore you and then come back asking questions.

No, ‘Hey, how are you?’

‘Wow, the house looks so clean! Thanks!’

‘How was your day?’

Nada.

You were almost in the right mind to call Helaena and bitch about her brother to her, and beg her to come back, or at least take him from your hands like an unwanted pet.

It was not long after he went to his room that you heard him enter the bathroom, the sound of the shower carrying through the door. You decided to go back into your room and fold your laundry that you had washed and put it away.

Each fold of your clothes you tried to rationalise his behaviour. Tried to make excuses for it even, or explain it all away. But eventually you came to the conclusion that perhaps Helaena just had a soft spot for her brother, and that he was just another breed of Aegon.

Another douchebag.

Your only hope was that there was only a few weeks to go. And if you could survive living in a hostile environment for that, you could survive anything. Besides, Helaena and Daeron seemed pretty keen for you to go to the Keep and see them for a few days, so that was always on the cards.

Or you could stay at Cregan’s if you really needed an out.

You hoped it didn’t come to that.

Gods, how long was he going to be in the bathroom?

You felt sticky from cleaning all day and wanted to shower yourself and get into some pj’s.

Making plans to order some pizza before your shower so that it would arrive when you got out, you walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

He better not have used all the fucking hot water.

To your surprise, Aemond didn’t call out from inside, instead, he opened the door wide, steam curling behind him as he stood in just a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. Water dripped from his wet hair down his bare chest and onto the floor below.

Your mouth felt dry, and you could just see the barest imprint of his-

“Can I help you?”

Your eyes snapped up to his, feeling a deep blush settle on your cheeks and a warmth in your gut.

No.

What the fuck?

He’s an asshole.

Down girl.

Making a point to keep your eyes on his, you stepped back, feeling all too close to the Targaryen man.

“Are you going to be long? I want to take a shower.”

Aemond’s lips twitched in the barest of smirks, “Sure, bunny. I’m done.” And with that, he brushed past you, his damp arm sliding against yours as he made his way to his room and shut the door behind him.

You blinked at the door.

Bunny…

...

He had heard.

Embarrassment creeped through you as you rushed into the steam filled room, almost slipping on the wet tiles and slamming the door shut behind you.

Aemond had heard you and Cregan.

But why did that make a spark of arousal bloom inside of you?

Something was seriously wrong with you.

You quickly ordered your pizza on your phone, paying for it and noting the estimated delivery time.

Stripping off your clothes, you turned on the shower and jumped under the hot spray, letting the water cascade over your face and hair, scrubbing each and every inch of your body, spotting the small bruises that littered it from Cregan. Most of all, the mottling of purple across the flesh of your ass.

You bit your lip as you washed it carefully, enjoying the sting and the memory of his hands.

By the time you got out of the shower and had done your skincare routine, hair being pat dry with your towel, you trudged out of the bathroom in your pj’s and made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink.

The pizza came not too long after, and you frowned at the delivery person as they handed you two boxes of pizza. You were so confused, checking your phone again to see the order, “But I only ordered one?”

The teenager shifted on his feet impatiently, “It was a two for one deal today? You got a pizza for free.”

“Oh. Thank you.” You gave the boy a tip, and turned back inside with two boxes of pizza.

Aemond hadn’t come out of his room since he went in, and well, you had two pizzas, it would be a waste of food if you didn’t offer him some.

Even if he didn’t deserve it.

You walked over to his door, and could hear music playing inside (Lovers From the Past - Mareux). With the pizza boxes balanced in one hand, you lifted the other to knock on the door.

The door stayed unanswered, and so you knocked again, this time hearing a grumble from behind. It swung open, and Aemond stood, hair still slightly damp on his shoulders, clad in only grey sweat pants. He raised a brow at you, eye flicking to the pizza boxes and then back to your face.

You wished he would put on a shirt.

“There was a two for one deal, so there’s a box if you want one.” You explained, then remembering how he thought the snack plate last night was for him, you didn’t want him to think you were going out of your way again, “I didn’t know the deal was a thing. They just dropped two boxes at the door.”

Aemond raised a brow as if to say he didn’t believe you.

You huffed, “Alright. I’ll put it in the fridge then.” You turned on your heel to walk away and heard a chuckle from behind you.

“So grumpy.” He breathed under his breath, just teasing enough for you to hear it.

Your fingers tightened around the boxes as you refused to turn around and marched straight to the lounge room, dropping onto the couch and flicking on the television angrily. You looked at the second box of pizza, and thought about putting it in the fridge for him later.

Fuck it.

He can starve.

At best, he gets salmonella.

Leaving the second box unopened, you curled up on the couch and turned on your favourite show, munching on the hot pizza, the cheese warm and stringy on your tongue. A weight settled beside you, and you turned your head slightly to find Aemond sitting on the couch next you, reaching out to grab his box of pizza to eat.

You tried to not give him any notice, or even sneak a glance at the man, who still sat shirtless beside you, one leg tucked up on the couch as he ate. You bet that if you looked down at his grey sweats you would be able to see the imprint of his-

“Did you clean the apartment?” His voice cut through the air.

You gave him a hum in response.

“You working tomorrow?”

Another question?

You turned to face him, “No. It’s a Sunday tomorrow.”

Aemond took another large bite of his pizza, a long string of cheese being pulled taut by his stretched hand, which he pulled into his mouth with his tongue.

You swallowed thickly.

“How long have you and Craig been together?” Aemond asked, eye on you, tongue darting out to lick any remaining sauce that lingered on his plush lips.

You let out a short huff of a laugh, “It’s Cregan. And we aren’t dating.”

“An ex then?”

Why was he so interested in Cregan?

“No.” You said slowly, “Just a friend. He’s Sara’s brother. Helaena used to date her.”

Aemond hummed in recognition of Sara’s name, but then his lips pursed forward, “Just a friend.” He parroted, a smirk pulled on his lips.

Turning to face the tv, you took another bite of your pizza before swallowing, “Yeah, friend. Do you have any of those?”

The silver haired man laughed quietly, “I have enough.”

You hummed back.

Gods, you sounded like him.

You both continued to eat slowly, letting the sound of the tv surround you for a while longer.

“Seems nice.”

There it was.

You snapped your head to your roommates brother, glaring at him, “He is. Why are you so interested in him?”

Aemond smirked deeply, closing the box of his finished pizza before he stood to put it in the kitchen recycling bin, not answering your question.

You huffed, feeling entirely irritated by the whole scenario.

You watched as he came back out of the kitchen, his gaze on you. Your eyes roamed down his chest, spotting a tattoo on the side of his ribs, some sort of sword. And then your gaze went lower, spotting the tip of an inky black tattoo that sat on his hip bones, the muscles of his V leading down to-

Gods damn him.

Those grey sweats.

What was it about them that you made you so feral?

Sensing your sudden shift, Aemond poked his tongue in his cheek, as if he was debating the next words to come from his mouth. But then they came, and you were left to sit in the lounge room alone with the knowledge of what he knew.

“Goodnight, bunny.”

Fuck.

The next day Aemond’s demeanour seemed to change completely. He left the house before you woke, going for his morning jog as always, and so you got the morning to yourself to have a quiet cup of tea and cigarette at the kitchen window.

The sun was rising to its peak by the time he got back, and you were seated on the bench next to the window, blowing the smoke outside and sipping on your tea. You had expected when you heard the door open that he would retreat to his room as he always did and hide away like a recluse.

But this morning, Aemond surprised you.

Instead of seeing a blur of silver and black down the hallway, Aemond turned to the kitchen, giving you a small purse of his lips in greeting. His hair was tied back in a low bun, though small strands of silver hung around his face. His t-shirt was stuck to his chest in patches from his sweat, and the small black nike shorts he wore revealed the toned muscles of his thighs and calves.

“Morning.”

You blew a puff of smoke out the window, “Morning.”

Aemond stepped in front of you and you tensed, unsure, looking up at his face as he looked down at you. Then in one swift moment, he reached above your head, pulling down a glass from the shelf, hips brushing your knees as he moved to the sink to fill himself a glass of water.

You watched as he brought the glass to his lips and drank deeply, watching the way his throat bobbed and his lips were slightly wet, the cup almost completely empty by the time he took it away, but his eye immediately found yours, catching your shameless appraisal.

“You’re staring, bunny.”

There it was again.

That name.

Something only Cregan called you when you were locked beneath him writhing in pleasure, or on top.

You felt heat rise up your chest, “Don’t call me that.” You frowned, and Aemond smirked, humming before leaving the kitchen.

You jumped off the sill, stubbing the cigarette out on the brickwork outside before dumping your mug in the sink.

You needed to get out of the house. And so you opened your phone to call a friend who you knew you could vent to.

The phone rang three times before the melodic voice of Sara Snow came through the speaker, her Northern accent thick through the phone, “You right?”

“Hey to you too, Sar.”

Despite her and Helaena’s obvious love for each other, and the consistent on-again-off-again game of avoidance the two had, there was no denying that you felt safe and trusted around the woman. It had been a while since you had spent time with her, and the other day was just a reminder of all the good times you have had.

Besides, the rest of your friends were away for the break.

“What do you want?”

You laughed into the phone, “Charming. I don’t know what Helaena sees in you.”

Her chuckle was heard in the back, “It’s definitely not my glowing personality.” She said suggestively.

“Alright enough of that. I’m off limits.”

“Who said you were even on?”

You shook your head, “What are you doing today?”

You heard Sara shuffling in the background of the phone, “Obviously seeing you, considering you’ve called.”

Grinning, you made your way to your room and began to flick through your closet to choose an outfit, “I need a drink. Or three. Maybe five.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Sara teased, “Is my brother the cause of this need to see me? I don’t mind if it is, I love a good bitch.”

You pulled out a slinky black dress, chucking it on your bed as you found some knee high boots to match, “Not Cregan, no. I can’t say much right now about it,” You mumbled into the phone, “But I need to get out of here.”

Sara let out the highest of pitched squeals as she realised who it was that you were trying to escape, “Oh my god, I knew you two would go head to head. Helaena said I was being judgemental. But girl, have you heard their phone calls? The North is warmer than that man.”

“Tell me about it. Anyway, you gonna help me or what?”

“Say less, babe. Meet me in the Silk Lanes.”

You sighed, “Sara we aren’t going to a strip club, it's the middle of the day.”

“You’re a buzz kill. But no, didn’t mean that. There's a new bar that’s opened up on the strip. They have live music sometimes. Cool crowd too.”

You hummed, looking down at the dress, “Fine. What time?”

“See you in an hour!”

She hung up before you could even respond.

You dressed yourself and headed to the bathroom put on some light makeup, do your hair and pair the dress with some nice gold jewellery, including a pair of earrings Helaena had given you a Christmas or two ago.

Grabbing a small bag, you left, not sparing Helaena’s shut door a glance, swiping up your keys and making your way to the train station to go and meet Sara.

The trip wasn’t a long one, and before you knew it you were making your way down to the Silk Lanes, passing strip clubs, brothels, and bars along the way.

It was a cool area that was sure, but at times, more male dominated.

You kept waking, unsure of where you were really going until a low whistle was heard behind you. Spinning around you spotted Sara, who stood in a short halter neck denim dress that hugged her curves, and brown cowboy boots.

She looked hot.

“Damn, Sar. I can see now why Helaena keeps you around.”

Her green-grey eyes roamed over your body, taking in your dress. You spun on the spot, breezing your hands over your hips in a seductive way.

“My brother doesn’t deserve you. You ever get sick of him, I'm sure theres room for a third.” She smirked, looping your arm in hers as she started to lead you down an alleyway, a flickering red sign that read ‘Sīkudi Nopāzmi’ over an old brick wall, and busted green door.

You would have walked straight past it.

You blinked up at the lettering, brows furrowed as you tried to use what basic High Valyrian you had learnt many years ago in High School.

“Seven Hells?” You looked at Sara.

The dark haired woman smirked.

The inside of the bar was dark and dingy, exposed brick walls, low candle light and sultry music playing. The overall vibe was sensual, brooding, and mysterious.

You couldn’t help but think of a man who reminded you of it.

Sara left you at the table to grab you drinks, coming back to place a Porn Star Martini in front of you, small shot of Prosecco placed beside it. You took the Prosecco and drank it back, not wanting it to mix with the sweetness of the martini.

Sara raised a brow as she watched, bringing her dirty martini to her lips to sip.

“So, what has your knickers in a twist?” She twirled the stick of olives with her black fingernails.

You glared at her, sipping the martini again, “I live with a recluse douchebag.”

“That bad, huh?”

You sighed aggressively, finishing your martini and standing to go get another, “I need another one of these before I begin this shit. And you’re going to need one too.”

By the time you had both drunk your fourth martini, you begun to feel the anger roll off of you in slates with every story you spat.

“Class A Asshole.” Sara nodded, laughing at your retelling of his reaction to thinking you had made your plate of snacks for him, “I can’t believe he heard Cregan fuck you.” She threw her head back laughing, and you let yourself laugh too.

“You should have seen him run out the door in the morning, didn’t come back the whole fucking day. But get this,” You leant forward, tipping the rest of your martini into your mouth.

Sara leant on her elbows looking at you, eyes dancing in delight.

As you opened your mouth, two new drinks were placed on the table in front of you by the tall bartender. You both looked up at him confused.

You hadn’t ordered another drink.

The bartender was handsome, hair cut close to his scalp, dark skin, with bright golden eyes that smiled down at you before flicking his head to a table at the far back.

“From that table over there.”

You and Sara looked back, seeing two men who raised their drinks up to you in a salute.

Sara burst into laughter, looking back at you, “Should I tell them they’re not my type?”

You shook your head giggling, “No! I want more free drinks.”

Giving them a coy smile, you raised your drink in salute back.

“Anyway, get this.” You continued your story, sipping the drink as you winked at the men behind you.

Sara’s eyes lit up as she sipped her free martini.

“He keeps calling me bunny.”

Sara’s dark brows pulled at the centre of her forehead, “Bunny?”

You smirked, “It’s what your brother calls me.”

Her face scrunched up, sipping the drink, “Ugh. I don’t want to know.”

You chuckled, “Well its important to the story, so suck it up. Aemond must have heard it, because now he won’t stop calling me bunny. It’s driving me insane.”

Her red lips pulled into a knowing smirk, “Insane, huh?”

“Oh no.”

“I see what’s happening now.”

“Sara.”

“You want to fuck him.”

Shit.

You sipped your martini heavily, not answering the woman in front of you. You were definitely tipsy by now, borderline drunk. You picked up your phone, screen lighting up.

It was already 5pm.

Sara was leant back in her chair, cool smirk on her perfectly lined lips, “I mean, I can’t blame you. There’s a reason they have ancient rumours of the Targaryens being Gods.”

Your eyes widened.

“What? I love Helaena, don’t I?” The words slipped out of her lips before she could take them back, blush creeping on her cheeks.

Now it was your turn to grin.

“Oh no. No. Shut your mouth.” She warned you, skulling the rest of the drink.

Your smirk grew wider, “You love her.”

Sara looked around the bar, trying to find a way out or distraction.

She found none.

“No. We are here to talk about you and your problems, not mine.”

You hummed, the noise reminding you of the silver haired nightmare waiting for you at home, “Fine. But I won’t forget that you just said that.”

Sara rolled her eyes, raising her hand to hail the tall bartender again, ordering the pair of you a final drink.

“We are going to have our last drink. Discuss how you want this hulking, smouldering man to fuck you silly, and then you are going to go home and jump his bones so I don’t have to hear your complaints ever again.”

You opened your mouth widely at her in shock, “You fucking bitch.”

“You love me for the honesty. Besides, Helaena wouldn’t tell you how it is.”

You smiled.

She was right.

Helaena definitely would put more fluff around the words and be sweeter about it, especially since it was her brother.

After finishing your drinks, laughing and talking about Aemond and how he irked you, whilst describing the ways you wished to shut him up by keeping his mouth busy, you both decided to call it a night early with time to have dinner.

You kissed Sara on her cheeks as you walked through the Silk Lanes together and back to the train station. You would be getting the same train, and off at different stations. When it came to yours, Sara was still sitting as you moved to get off.

“Give him Hell, bunny.” She smirked, and you rolled your eyes at her.

The walk home was short, but as you walked, you couldn’t help but think on your friends encouragement.

Why should you let him give you shit?

Why are you letting I’m proverbially piss on his territory?

You had a sudden urge, aided by the drinks, to do as Sara commanded.

The keys missed the door twice before you finally got it in the hole, twisting open the handle and throwing the keys unceremoniously into the dish at the door. You didn’t even bother to take off your shoes as you marched straight to his room.

You didn’t even bother knocking, swinging the door open with a forceful shove, eyes meeting the shocked and almost alarmed one of Aemond.

He sat laid back on the bed, those stupid grey sweats on his defined thighs, the subtle bulge there and prominent in the grey of the cotton. Your eyes roamed his body with no shame, oggling his bare chest again as you felt heat settle in your gut.

There was a singular lamp on beside the bed, and Aemond had a book open in his hand as he looked up at you through his lashes.

He raised a singular brow.

Your hands sat on your hips, immediately feeling defensive, “What?”

Aemond scoffed, “You’re in my room. You tell me, bunny.”

You blushed, “I told you, don’t call me that.”

He sighed, shutting the book in his lap as he leant lazily into the pillows, one long finger stuck between the folds of the pages. Your eyes strayed on it a moment more than they should have.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He sounded bored, impatient, with undertones of annoyance.

But the way he rolled your name off of his tongue sounded more like a purr.

Damn him.

“Come join me.”

Both brows shot up on his face, the scar on his eye crinkling, before they settled again, cool face watching you, “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Aemond smirked.

“Forget it.” You snapped, turning around.

You heard the bed behind you shift and the soft padding of feet behind you. Aemond followed you into the lounge room and sat on the couch, legs stretching out onto the coffee table as you tried not to sneer down at him.

“Is this a house meeting?” He joked.

“No. This is a ‘get to fucking know the person you’re living with’ meeting.”

You watched as Aemond’s lips twitched, battling with the smirk that was pulling at them. He pursed them at you instead, and you didn’t know whether or not you wanted to slap him, or bite them.

You crossed your arms against your chest, jutting a hip out, feeling the warmth of all those martinis flowing through your body, “Why do you hate me?”

It was Aemond’s turn to frown, “I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you such a dick?”

“A dick?”

You hummed back at him, turning to bend over and get a large pot out of the cupboard in front of him. You had drank your fair share, and if you were being honest, you were drunk. Not tipsy like you had thought, and you knew that you had an early morning with work, and needed at least something in your stomach to sober you up.

You made quick work of filling the pot with water, turning your head back to look at Aemond who watched you under a hooded eye.

“What’s your deal anyway?” You twisted back, settling the pot on the stove to boil the water, grabbing a bowl from above.

“My deal?” He parroted again.

You sighed, pulling a packet of instant noodles from the pantry to put the sachet packet in the bowl, “Tall, brooding, ‘devil may care’ attitude. You have this general disdain for everyone around you.”

“Brooding.” Aemond hummed.

“More annoying than anything, really.”

“Hm.”

You rubbed your face roughly, pointing at your bag which had been thrown on the couch when you entered, “Pass me that will you?”

Aemond simply lifted a brow at you, staying in his spot, until you emphasised your pointed hand with a flick of your arm. The man stood, bringing it over to you as you waited for the water to boil.

Digging through your bag you pulled out your cigarettes and rolled one messily. It would do.

You leant out the window and lit the smoke, Aemond watching you amusedly from beside. You took the first drag of the cigarette, giving yourself an immediate head spin.

You shut your eyes and blew out the smoke, a small groan falling from your lips.

“I would like to live under a roof where my patience is not questioned at every moment, and I’m not faced with a living and breathing hermit. It’s hard to believe you’re Helaena’s brother.”

Aemond moved to look down at you, leaning on the opposite end of the window, his long fingers reaching out to you, asking for a drag wordlessly. You looked at his hand, eyes narrowed as you lifted the cigarette to your lips again, ignoring his request, his hand still held out to you.

Persistent asshole.

Blowing the smoke out the window, you gave him the cig, watching as he slowly brought it to his own lips, wrapping around it gently as he inhaled, eye on you the entire time.

You shifted where you stood.

“Maybe you should ask some questions, bunny.” He breathed, holding the smoke in his chest before blowing it out.

“Fuck off.” You snatched the cigarette back from him, your fingers brushing against his.

He was so warm.

Aemond chuckled from deep in his chest, a quiet rumble that was as smooth as silk.

Fuck.

“Well,” He began, looking out the window, “I’m Helaena’s brother.”

“No shit.”

“Well if you’re not going to ask questions-“

“-Will you even answer them?”

He pushed his tongue into his cheek as he thought.

“That's what I thought.” You dumped the lit smoke on the window sill and moved to put the noodles in the pot, stirring it once over, “Can you at least pretend to be civil? If not for me, for Helaena?”

You turned to face him again, your cigarette at his lips as he watched you. He gave you a curt nod.

“Why did you leave Harrenhal?”

The question caught the both of you off guard, and you watched as Aemond retreated into himself, face turning to stone and eye narrowing. He blew the smoke slowly out the window, taking his gaze from you to lean out the sill with both elbows.

The tension floated over the two of you, and you suddenly felt bad for asking. You knew about the break up. Helaena had told you it had been really bad, but still, he didn't need to take it out on you.

You stirred the noodles again, watching them swirl around in a circle before opening your mouth to apologise, but Aemond beat you to it.

“You still got some of that wine?”

You blinked, slowly inhaling, “I have something stronger?”

“Hm.” Was all you got in response as Aemond leant over you, stretching a long arm up to grab a glass.

You ducked down to rifle through the cupboards.

There, at the back, was a bottle of whiskey your ex had left behind. Not at all something you would usually drink, but the bottle alone was worth a small fortune, and so you had kept it.

Small mercy’s, you supposed.

Aemond took the bottle from you, inspecting the label as the edges of his lips tugged down.

“Didn’t take you for a top shelf whiskey girl.”

“You don’t know much about me.” You paused, watching as he uncorked it, grabbing a handful of ice from the freezer to dump into the glass before he poured the amber liquid on top, “It’s not mine.”

“Your friends?” He teased.

“My ex.”

Aemond flicked his eyebrows at you and stirred it once in his hand, moving back to the window to grab the forgotten smoke. The man didn’t reply, opening the floor to you if you wanted to elaborate, and you felt like if you told him a little bit about you, then maybe he would open up.

You turned the stove off, straining the noodles into the bowl, chucking the fork inside, mixing it all together. Bringing the bowl to balance on the windowsill, you curled the fork around some strands, blowing air on it to cool it down.

“Textbook narcissist.” You began, watching as Aemond tilted his head towards you to indicate he was listening, bringing the golden drink to his lips to sip deeply, muscles in his shoulders rippling.

“Caught him cheating on me, and then he had the gall to blame me because I came home early.” You shook your head, “Should have seen him though, face like a smacked ass. Can’t have your cake and eat it too.” You huffed, eating some of your noodles.

“Sounds like a keeper.” Came his smooth reply, taking another sip.

“She thought so. They’re still together.”

You ate your noodles quietly, letting the silence wrap around the two of you. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable, you just didn’t know what else to say at that time.

Aemond opened the floor again, “Does he have a name?”

“Jason Lannister.”

Aemond turned his whole body towards you, mouth agape, “You dated the ‘Knob from Casterly Rock’?”

You whined, “It was dark times, okay? Character development and all that shit. How do you know him?”

Aemond scoffed, flicking the finished cigarette out the window into the darkness, “Hard to not know him. Always on campus, flouting mummy and daddy’s money.”

You snorted, “That’s rich. You’re literally a descendant of royalty. You own a castle. If anyone has mummy and daddy’s money it’s you.”

It was obvious this was a topic that was a definite no-go-zone for Aemond by the way his face and posture tensed, stomach flexing in the shadows of the kitchen. He threw back the last dregs of the whiskey, putting the glass down harder than what was needed.

“I take it you are making it on your own like Helaena, then?” You treaded carefully, trying to circle away from your comment before.

“I'm sure you'd take it any way you'd like.” His eye was narrowed on you, and the way he spoke made it seem as though he wasn’t talking about your thoughts on the matter.

You swallowed dryly, leaving the last of the noodles to be forgotten.

And then he continued, “I take what is owed to me. But I am not Aegon.”

You hummed in agreement, nodding your head, feeling the pull of sobriety in the back of your mind.

"You know Aegon tried to hit on me once?" You smirked.

Aemond made a noise to suggest he wasn't surprised, eyebrows raising in slight amusement.

"Called me a Gazelle." You mused, "Long legs apparently." You kicked a leg out in show, still clad in the long boots.

Aemond scoffed, "Aegon will say anything to anyone to try and fuck."

"And here I was thinking I was a catch." You teased back.

Aemond stood close to you, and you could smell his cologne, matched with the smell of whatever soap and conditioner that he used. But you couldn’t help but notice the undertones of just him.

Earthy.

Musky.

A large finger tapped on the glass as he looked at you in thought, gold ring on his pinky hitting the side with a tink.

“Harrenhal has nothing for me anymore.” His voice low and deep, as he watched you, “Kings Landing offers more. Finishing my degree. Friends.” His eye roamed up and down your body. Even in your boots, he towered over you, “More.”

You swallowed, feeling your heart begin to race in your chest, heat settling in your gut.

“How so?” It came out as almost a whisper.

Aemond’s eye became half hooded as he looked down at you, humming as his tongue flicked out of his lips as he watched you, wetting the already parted plump flesh, just begging for you to reach up and capture them with your own.

“What are you asking me, bunny?” He asked, voice gravelly, filled with something.

You blinked, “I told you, don’t call me that.” You breathed.

He smirked, “Then what should I call you?” His hand reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, the contact sending sparks down your body.

You tried to steel yourself, suddenly sober, “My name.”

Aemond huffed, seeming to come closer to you, “Always so sharp.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

The silver haired Targaryen hummed again, “I think… it’s all a show this defiance.”

You furrowed your brows, feeling anger begin to crackle in your chest.

“I think,” He leant forward, staring at you intently, “Under all this…” His hand caught the skirt of your dress, rubbing it between his fingers, “You just want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

Your core clenched, and you bit down on your lip to stop the small whimper that wanted to escape your mouth.

The corner of his lips quirked, another satisfied hum rumbling in his chest.

An affirmation that he was right.

And he knew it.

His face came closer to yours, tongue darting out to wet his lips again as he watched you, your thighs rubbing together subtly as you looked up at him.

Heat travelled up and down your spine, his scent surrounding you as he looked at you. The violet of his eye slimmed as his pupil widened, his chest rising and falling jaggedly.

The change in demeanour made your head spin.

Your eyes dropped down to his lips as you breathed jaggedly, and it felt as though a rubber band had been pulled taut between you.

And then, it snapped.

Aemond pulled you forward, a clash of teeth and tongue, the taste of whiskey on his mouth as he curled his tongue to the inside of yours, one hand grabbing your waist to pull you against him, the other, tangling itself in your hair.

You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your hands around his shoulders as sparks of arousal lit up inside of you. A large hand skimmed down your waist and cupped your ass, squeezing it in his large palm as he groaned into your lips, teeth nipping your bottom lip roughly.

You ground against him and mewled, standing on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss, nails digging into the bare skin of his back as you pulled him to you. His hand delved lower, cupping just under your ass beneath your dress, fingers teasing against the line of your underwear. You rolled your hips forward feeling the hardness at the front of his sweats press into your stomach.

"Aemond." You sighed into his mouth.

He grunted, running a finger up your clothed folds, feeling the dampness that had begun to seep into the material. You pulled back, staring up at him, mouth agape and breathless as his finger pressed against your bud from behind, arms wrapping you against him.

His violet eye was swallowed whole by his pupil, iris almost black with lust. His lips were swollen and pink, and a lone strand of hair had fallen away from the perfectly tucked manner he had it behind his ear.

His lips twitched as he looked at you, chest rising and falling, staring at you with nothing but animalistic lust.

It was as if cold water had been doused over you.

This was Helaena’s brother.

What were you doing?

Shame and guilt flooded you in an instant.

You couldn’t step back from where you were, pressed against the bench of the kitchen with him caging you in. All you could do was squeak a small ‘good night’ at the man, ducking beneath his arm who watched in confusion as you all but ran and hid in your room.

Fuck.

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moumouton4 · 4 months

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Dom Muichiro (Aged up) x Sub fem reader, I'm rewriting it to make it clearer. So she ends up flirting with other Slayers and ends up getting a 'punishment' where Muichiro won't let her cum until she learns her lesson? She whimpers and complains but he is simply cold and still won't let her cum until he realizes that she has really learned her lesson. (again I hope you don't feel uncomfortable as I'm very paranoiac)

Have Your Learned Your Lesson ? || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader

Part 2 : Have Your Learned Your Lesson ?

A/n : Heyyy sweetie I can assure you it's fineeee ! Also since the "first" part of this seems very close to the one I've already written there ( That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student ) let's say this is the 2nd part of it

Part 1 : That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student ✨

Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, dom Muichiro, edging, use of slut twice ( I don't unsually do this but it felt somehow right ), pussy slapping, jealousy, fingering, oral fem!receiver, overstimulation, bredding kink if you squint, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 742

Well you thought you were getting back at him, because as soon as your hand made contact with his bulge he swatted your hand away “No touching ! Unless you want me to tie you up” he said somehow dangerously, sending chills down your spine. Truth be told you wouldn’t have minded him tying you up but right now you wanted to tease him too.

Seeing the glint in your eyes, he figured that you weren’t going to be a good obedient slut girl today. Gripping both your hands, in his, by the wrists, he tugged you to your shared room. His eyes looked all around trying to spot the ribbon he used to tie you with. An evil smirk spread on his lips when he finally found it. And before you knew it he was already rolling it around your wrists, your hands safely placed behind your back.

Soon after he stripped you from your panties, that he slided from your legs. His fingers soon replaced the silky fabric, circling and rubbing your most delicate spots. From your inner thighs to your wet, needy core. His skilled fingers started to inch closer to your quivering hole, before giving in and beginning a slow and teasing fingering motion.

Seeing you starting to squirming he brought his face closer to your ear, whispering lowly “I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Are you going to cum for me so soon ?” again the smirk in his voice was palpable.

Speeding the movements of his fingers he mused “Come on, cum for me Y/n. I can feel you’re close, come one”

You moaned even louder “M-muichiro I’m-”

“Ah ah ah” he spoke nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just deprive you from a climax ( please don’t read this as a laugh 💀 ) “You were close, weren’t you ? I could feel you milking my fingers. So needy” he scoffed, before slapping your pussy.

You yelped, making his devilish smirk grow on his face “What ? You didn’t think I was going to let such a bad girl come after what she did today ?”

“M-Mui- mmmh” your plea was stopped by his fingers who restarted moving in your soaking cunt, squelching sounds filling the room as he continued torturing you.

He kept this little game going for about 30 minutes. Fingering and then rubbing your clit with his now pruned fingers, halting each time you were on the verge of cumming.

Your breath was shallow as you muttered “P-p-please… l-l-let m-me fin-finish… ngh” you whimpered, barely managing to get the words out. You thought that tying you up was your punishment, that he was preparing you to receive him, but no he had decided to edge you instead.

From between your legs, his face glistening with your essence - because yes after a while fingering you he decided it wasn’t enough torture for your to learn your lesson - “Please ?” he chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking your clit once more “If you’re so desperate to finish you can still leave and try your luck with him” he spat “I bet you wouldn’t mind, you slut”

Somehow the harsh words had you throbbing inside, fuck he really know what he was doing. You shook your head trying to get him to understand that you wanted him, only him “N-no ! M-muichiro… mpf I-I want… y-you”

The brat, he didn’t even let you get your words out in peace “Say it again” he demanded through gritted teeth, of course he didn’t stop his oral assaults.

“I-I want you… ah- on-only you” at this you could feel his lips curving upwards in some kind of smile.

“Only me ?” he repeated, your words had just boosted his ego.

“I-l love you Muichiro p-please” you begged.

“Fine” he relented, you had learned your lesson this time, he was sure about it… also the sheets were drenched, as in the hurry he forgot to put some towels to cover. His face inched once more closer to your core, and this time he didn’t lose any time to plunge his tongue inside your tight heat, making your hands struggle behind your back, you wanted to hold his hair so bad.

He seemed to feel it so, with a swift movement he untied them. since you had understood your lesson you were going to be rewarded like a good girl now. First with a long awaited orgasm, and then with a hot load of his cum in your stomach.

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silly4sillinger · 22 days

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can you do a part 3 with Hughes sister and Matt Rempe?

"Together!?" pt3 Pairing: Matt Rempe x Twin Hughes Sister!Reader

YOUR POV

April third. The day you've been dreading. Luke promised to try and talk Kurtis out of trying to fight Matt, but Luke said it doesn't seem like he is budging.

You sit on Matt's bed and watch him tie his tie in the mirror.

"Please be careful." You say for what feels like the thousandth time for Matt.

"I will. You have nothing to worry about, babe."

"I just know he's going to try something. He won't let the idea leave his head."

"I'll be ready for whatever happens. If he does decide to start something it will probably be during a face off."

Matt fixes his collar and turns around to face you. "I got to get going. Good luck kiss?"

You nod and stand up from the bed, making your way over to him. He pulls you into a hug and lifts you off the ground a little bit to kiss you. "You have nothing to worry about. I promise everything will be fine."

You kiss him again and he puts you back down. "I love you."

"I love you too."

MATT REMPE POV Putting the both of us in the starting line up was definitely a set up.

We weren't even lined up for the face off yet and he was already trying to start shit.

"You want it?"

"No."

We lined up for face off and I could see him look over at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Your girlfriend will eventually realize how big of a pussy you are and dump your ass. Enjoy it while it lasts, Rempe."

The puck hit the ice my gloves were off and I went straight for him. We started throwing punches and the rest of the players started fighting as well.

After what felt like forever, we were all finally separated and escorted off the ice.

I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I ripped off my gear.

"You think your girl is going to be pissed, Remps?" Jacob asks.

"At me? No. At her brothers' teammates? Definitely. She already knew he was going to try and fight me. I turned it down at first and then he kept running his mouth."

YOUR POV The game ends and you go to meet Matt.

K'Andre notices you and bumps into Matt, making him look up from his phone. "Catch ya later."

"Yeah, later. Hey." Matt tells you as you walk up to him.

"What the hell happened?! I saw you tell him no at first."

"He couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut and it pissed me off." he replies.

"What did he say?" You ask, grabbing his hand as you guys walk towards the exit.

"We'll talk about it when we get back to my apartment, okay."

"Alright."

Back at the apartment you let Matt unwind a little bit before bringing it up again. "Can you tell me what he said?"

"He basically just called me a pussy and said that you'll eventually realize and leave, to enjoy it while it lasts. Which yeah, I shouldn't have gave into him, but part of me started to wonder if it was true."

You shake your head no and lean into him. "It's not true. You're not a pussy and I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now."

Matt slightly smiles and pulls you in for a kiss. "I love you. Way more than you know."

"I love you too."

You're back in Newark and Jack and Luke have some of the guys over.

They've been trying to get you to come be social for the last ten minutes.

"Y/N!!!!" You hear Nico yell, probably from his usual spot on the couch.

"They aren't going to leave you alone until you go out there." Matt laughs.

"But I want to talk to you."

"We can talk later. Go hangout with them."

"But my bed is so cozy."

"Now I know you're just making up excuses, babe. Your bed is the most uncomfortable thing ever."

"Okay, you caught me, but I don't know who all is here."

"So go see. I need to go to the gym anyway. It will give you something to do while I'm gone."

"Fineeee. I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"I love you too."

You end the call and make your way out of your room.

Dawson and Nico look away from the tv when they notice you walk in.

"Sorry, I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Ignoring you guys like usual. Where's Rowdy and Luke?"

"They went to get food and the three of us didn't want to go." Dawson answers.

"Three…?"

"Yeah. I'm here too." You hear Kurtis behind you and you turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

"How's your face feeling?" You ask, earning laughs from Dawson and Nico.

"Fine. Just a little sore. You know, after your boyfriend decided to take a swing at me."

"He wouldn't have if you hadn't provoked him."

"Provoked him? Please, he's just a hothead with no self-control."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kurtis."

Kurtis scoffs and pushes off the doorway. "You know, he's not the knight in shining armor you think he is. Eventually, you'll see that. But hey, don't let me ruin your fairy tale romance."

With that, Kurtis walks away, leaving you pissed off.

#matt rempe x you #matt rempe x y/n #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe x hughes sister!reader #baby giraffe 🤍🦒

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ind1c0lite · 9 months

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(Basic context is that AU of Duel Desinties where the phantom impersonates Phoenix to get him found guilty of Clay's murder, I talk more under the cut abt it jkhlj)

-Basically meant to be a parallel to turnabout trump, cause if you can have ONE boss get found guilty of murder, why not a second one?

-OK basically: everything in DD happens normally until like- a day before clays murder, Phoenix gets yoinked by the phantom somehow (he is still alive, just being held captive), Phantom is still Fulbright, but they've decided to be silly goofy (target Phoenix and get him found guilty of murder, escape police custody and then murder phoenix and make it seem like Phoenix accidentally died while on the run, thats why they didn't kill phoenix right away unlike the real Fulbright) there is an imposter amo-

-I dont have the logistics as to how this affects solving Metis's murder, and how it effects what evidence is used n whatnot and turnabout for tomorrow as a whole, so im just going nuts HGJKHLJ

-Originally I was actually imagining this taking place during turnabout for tomorrow and I wanted that case to be apollo v klavier instead of phoenix and edgeworth and thats why klav is in here instead of Simon (I decided that Simon got badly injured and couldn't stand in court for the retrial, so klavier was asked to step in)

-The courtroom bombing still happens the same way it does normally, but Apollo decides to take up the case again instead of taking a leave, instead of like, you know, healing from the traumatic event that just happened, turnabout countdown still happens as well

-Apollo and Athena do not find out about the phantom's existence until well after this trial, so they have no idea that Phoenix could've possibly been replaced, though simon, after hearing about the trial, might be suspicious about whether or not that was the real Phoenix

-The Phantom had been not only keeping an eye on Simon for a while, but was also stalking Phoenix and Edgeworth after they both started looking into UR-1, so they were able to impersonate phoenix so well that not even his own daughter thought that anything was up (though while Trucy did find him a *little* bit off, but she figured that it might've been the bombing that caused him to act ever so slightly weird, so she didn't pay much mind to it until she heard about his confession in court and realized it might've been because he possibly, ya know, killed someone)

-it's pretty much just switching Athena being framed for murder with Phoenix, and instead of the trial ending on a cliffhanger, it continues on (probably with Klavier insisting on it) ending with soloman being found innocent and Phoenix being declared guilty

-There's a couple days inbetween the end of the cosmic turnabout and the start of turnabout for tomorrow, so Athena, Apollo and Trucy all get a little bit to process the fact that "oh god my boss/my dad killed someone" (simons execution date is pushed back a bit in this au) and they probably get to talk with Klavier and eventually a lil bit with Simon after he gets out

-Im not sure how it all winds down in turnabout for tomorrow (Phoenix escaping and being at large is basically the perfect cover for the phantom to resume being fulbright for that trial) but they do eventually realize that the phoenix who confessed wasn't the real one and now there's a search on going to find out where the real one is being held captive, hes fineeee just ready to take a week long nap and a good vacation (along with every other waa member)

-I dont have anything else to add on rn but if you want to add something or just throw in a scenario feel free to!! this idea has been bouncing around my head for like a month now and Im very happy to finally show yall it

#ace attorney #ace attorney dual destinies #apollo justice #athena cykes #klavier gavin #phoenix wright #copycat au #indys art #apollo faints like- 0.5 seconds after the verdict is called which is very understandable #Apollo and Athenas horrible no good very bad court trial #and klavier isn't fairing any better tbh HJGKHL #no one is doing well at all and it gets worse before it gets better hjgkhl #Im both very excited but also TERRIFED posting this #I rarely try to actually write actual serious dialogue for characters cause im not a writer-so im hoping it's like- halfway decent HGJKH #I may be anxious as hell but Im going to be very brave and post this instead of- not doing that HJGKHL #I also tried to push myself a bit with this one so I included more panels to work on and coloured it #I like how it came out though!!#I hope u enjoy <3 #also if something doesn't make sense blame it on the fact that I wrote the caption and these tags at like 2:30 am

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bad idea right? | L.B

Pairing: Slytherin Fem Reader X Lorenzo Berkshire

WC: 6k

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, heartbreak, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol, trust issues…

Summary: After your painful breakup with Lorenzo, it seems that he has regrets and he’s not ready to let you go. But, you’re unsure if he can be trusted once more.

Hey

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months

But I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone

And I'm sensin' some undertone

"Come onnnn! You need to let loose and have some fun." Pansy whines.

She had been trying to convince you for about an hour to come on the dance floor and dance with her, but you weren't quite sure how you felt about that. Granted, it had been months since you and Enzo broke up, but you'd be lying if you weren't torn up over it still. You weren't ready to get out there as Pansy put it. She was so desperately trying to get you to move on from Enzo, but you weren't ready for that.

"I don't want to. I just wanted to get out of that stuffy Common Room and I wanted to drink....and Mattheo stopped sharing his stash with me." You say, pouting at the end.

"Boo-hoo, your brother didn't want to support you drowning yourself in your sorrows. At least he cares about you." She says.

"Both of my brothers are being all weird about this. It isn't fair." You grumble.

"You guys have that weird triplet bond. They probably can feel how upset you are." She says, looking mildly disturbed.

You did have a bit of a strange bond with your brothers. You guys were always so close growing up, being able to sense when one was in trouble or if one was in pain or if maybe one was simply not feeling the greatest. It wasn't always the greatest thing because if you found yourself feeling sad, then your brothers were there demanding what was wrong.

"I just wanna have fun!" You whine, feeling that light buzz finally wash over you.

"And you can! On the dance floor, with me." She says.

"Fineeee." You grumble.

You take her hand, begrudgingly getting up as you walk with her to the dance floor. You were awkward, not really wanting to let loose. You tried your best to ignore that feeling of awkwardness as you tried to let loose and enjoy the music. You close your eyes, only to be met with flashes of you and Enzo at a party, dancing so sensually. You open your eyes, Pansy a little bit away as she dances with a random guy.

Your phone starts to buzz in your pocket, so you grab it and answer it, not bothering to glance at the caller ID.

"Y/n/n, love?" Enzo murmurs.

You freeze, unsure of what to do. You hadn't prepared yourself for this yet. You were already heading outside, hoping the cool air would be able to bring you back.

"Love? Are you there?" He asks again.

"Yeah." You say quietly.

"I was wondering if you would come over so we could talk." He says.

You could hear the nervousness in his voice. You could imagine he was pacing around at this very moment, playing with his family ring or running a hand through his hair.

"I...I don't know, Lorenzo." You murmur.

You heard his sharp intake and your own heart hurt. No one called him Lorenzo. But, calling him Enzo felt wrong if you weren't together anymore. Not to mention, you always called him Enz or Zo. He loved when you called him that.

"Enzo...call me Enzo, please...o-or Enz...or Zo...anything, but Lorenzo." He pleads.

Your eyes sting with tears, hating how hurt he sounded, all because you. You knew that despite everything that led to your guys' break-up, that he didn't deserve this. You knew Enzo was a follower, he always was. So, when his best mates joke around about him distancing himself because he spent too much time with you or to say something about your outfit or to joke around about you...it hurts, even if you knew he was a follower.

Maybe he regretted that now. But, even then, it wasn't okay. It hurt you and when you tried to talk to him about it, his friends laughed and he joined them. Granted, you saw that he didn't hang with those people anymore. He strictly hung with your brothers; Tom and Mattheo, and your close friends; Theodore, Blaise, and Draco.

"I...I don't know if I can." You admit quietly, your own voice cracking.

“Can you come to my dorm? Please...I just want to talk, love." He pleads.

"I...I don't know if that's a good idea." You mumble.

It was quiet and your heart was heavy with guilt. You take in a shaky breath, looking around for a moment. You almost thought he hung up when you heard a strangled noise from his side. A tear falls down your cheek, realizing that he was trying not to cry.

"I respect that...I hope you're taking care, love." He murmurs.

You open your mouth to respond, but you heard the line end. You pull the phone away from your ear and frown, another lone tear falling down your cheek.

And I'm right here with all my friends

But you're sendin' me your new address

And I know we're done, I know we're through

But, God, when I look at you

You tried to dance with Pansy, but you found yourself calling it a night early. On your way back to Hogwarts, you found yourself looking at old pictures of you and Enzo, a painful ache in your chest. But, you found yourself in front of Enzo's dorm door, softly knocking. He laid in bed when he heard it, but he wasn't so sure if it was a knock or if someone was walking down the hallway.

You knocked again, a little harder as your heart began to beat violently in your chest. You weren't ready for this in the slightest. But, at the same time...maybe this is what you needed...no, probably not...probably yes...you weren't sure. You just knew you missed Enzo.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

The door opens to reveal Enzo. His eyes were puffy as if he'd be crying...you knew he had been. You try to give him a small smile, another way you tried to fight back your own tears, but really it just made a lone tear fall down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, shuffling your feet awkwardly.

"I...after you called...I couldn't stop thinking...about us...so, I came to talk like...like you asked earlier...o-of course if you still want to. If not, I'll go." You murmur, your nerves getting the best of you.

"I still want to talk, love...I'm just surprised you came...after all...I hurt you. I don't deserve you giving me a chance to talk." He says, his face heating with his own embarrassment.

He moves aside, motioning you in. You step into the familiar dorm where you had spent most of your time. You take a seat on the edge of his bed, looking at him to ignore that he still had all of the pictures of you guys hung up. He sits beside you, leaving not much space between you both.

"Maybe...maybe not...but I feel like there is a lot being left unsaid." You say quietly, playing with the hem of your dress.

"I never should've attempted trying to impress them. If they were my friends, they'd be happy for me...for us. They'd treat you with the respect you deserve." He says.

"I'm glad you know that because it did really hurt me. I really thought we were going to be forever, Enzo." You say, smiling sadly.

"It's not too late for us to pick up the pieces, love. We can still be forever." He says.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine

You knew things would never be how they were before. You weren't sure if you could ever trust him one hundred percent after everything. You were one who would protect themself with whatever it takes, even if that means keeping people at a distance.

You were trying to find the words to tell him your thoughts, but his lips were on yours, kissing you softly. You were frozen at first, before you were melting into the kiss. You found yourself straddling his lap as his hands found your hips as he slowly leaned back, your guys' lips never breaking apart.

Your hands slide up to his hair, gently pulling at the soft locks. He groans into your mouth, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Your hips roll against him, feeling the growing hardness beneath you. His hand sweeps your hair over your shoulder, unzipping your dress as the other hand held your head in place.

You pull back, your lungs burning for air. You shrug the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress pool around your waist. He groans, his eyes falling on your breasts. He rolls over, your back pressed against the soft bed. He sits up, gently pulling your dress down past your hips and down your legs.

"N-No panties either, love? This dress is so short, I might have to go beat up any guys that stared too long." He grumbles.

Your cheeks flush red, but nonetheless you roll over, crawling to the middle of his bed. You heard his pants unbuckle and you lay back, your heart beating against your chest like a drum.

Yes, I know he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend," the biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

"You are so beautiful, love." He murmurs, hovering above you, having had finally stripped from his clothes.

"And you're handsome, Enz." You whisper, looking into those brown eyes that were soft and warm, eyes that lured you in.

You moan softly as he sinks into you. The familiar hardness of him sinking inside of you, bit by bit, was tremendously overwhelming. You body still fit with his like a puzzle, yet you always struggled with the thickness of him. It was like your body refused to get use to his cock, but the familiar stretch and sting was pleasurable to you.

You finally felt as if you were at home. He sinks the rest of the way into you, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. Your breaths mingled as you both tried to recover from a sensation you both missed. Being this close was something you both didn't see happening again after the breakup. And the both of you feared that this would still be the last time.

He slowly moves his hips, lifting his head and watching your face for any sign of discomfort. Your eyes were closed, but he desperately wanted to see y/e/c, his favorite. Your lips part as he picks up the pace, a soft moan leaving you.

"Open your eyes, love." He murmurs.

And you did.

Teary eyed as you looked up at him, unsure of what this meant for you both. His hips stutter as his own eyes gloss over. He leans down, kissing you softly as he tried to reassure you that it was okay, they everything would work out.

You hold him closer, afraid that if you let him go that you'd wake up and that this was a dream. You let him make love to you, something he made evidently clear and that this just wasn't sex or a fuck to him.

You went from being underneath him, to him behind you as you buried your face in his sheets, to being on top of him as your rolled your hips and watching him fall to pieces, to his head between your thighs, only for you to suck him off and you found yourself sitting on his face as his tongue did what it usually did when you guys were together.

All the while you sat on his face, rolling your hips and grinding against his face as you held onto the headboard, his hands holding onto to your hips, tears fell down your cheeks as his tongue traced out "I love you" over and over. He did it often when you guys were dating, trying to express how much he loved you.

You let him hold you closer after, your guys' bodies spent as you laid in silence. Your head was rested on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. He had an arm wrapped around you, tracing a heart over and over on your hip, your legs entangled with his as his other hand ran through your hair. You had a hand rested on his abdomen, just wanting to be closer to him as your eyes began to close.

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop—, but I can't

And I told my friends I was asleep

But I never said where or in whose sheets

You quietly slid your dress back on, trying not to wake Enzo and to beat everyone before they woke up. You rather do your walk of shame from his dorm in peace. You weren't so sure of where things stood between you and Enzo. You look back to see that he was stirring in his sleep, a hand reaching out to search for you in the empty side of his bed. Your heart ached and you were torn on climbing back into his bed or to leave.

"Stay, a little longer." He murmurs, almost as if he could hear your thoughts.

"This dress is uncomfortable and I'm not sure if being naked again in the best idea right now." You mumble, looking at the heels you held in hand.

"You can wear one of my shirts if you want. I think you still have some clothes in the drawer we put together for you. Although I doubt the shorts fit anymore." He mumbles.

"What?" You whisper confused.

"Not a bad thing, love. You've been working out a lot from what I've seen and then Pans told me. Your bum has gotten bigger. You can wear a pair of my boxers if you want." He murmurs, eyes still closed.

You were standing there, unsure of what to do. You look at the time and know you should leave because people will be waking up soon.

"Enz, people are going to be waking up soon. I should go." You whisper.

"Just a few minutes and then you can go. But, can we please talk soon? If not now, can we find a time?" He asks as you crawl back into his bed and curl up beside him.

"Look what talking led to last night, Enz." You whisper.

"Do you regret it?" He asks quietly, but you could hear the fear in his voice.

"No, I don't regret it, Enz. But, I just...I'm so confused and I'm unsure of what I should do." You admit.

"I know, I know you are, love...but please give us a chance to talk. We can go out for coffee if you'd like? That little shop we use to go to." He says.

"Okay...just text me the details you have in mind. I should go. I need to get showered." You murmur, sitting up some to look at his face.

He opens his eyes, watching you for a minute. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hands cupping your cheek as his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip.

"If you don't go now, I'll probably end up kissing you and who knows where that will lead." He whispers.

"Go back to sleep, Enz. You look tired." You murmur, kissing his cheek before getting up.

You get to your dorm, letting a breath you didn't know you were holding out. You hurry to your en-suite bathroom, quickly getting in the shower. When you got out, you dressed in a white deep v-neck crop top. You pull on black leggings and a pair of converse. If you could take your last day of the weekend to be in comfy clothes before a torturous week of the formal wear, you'll take it. You dry your hair, but don't have the patience to style it. You put it up in a messy bun before applying mascara and lip gloss.

You meet up with Pansy who was regretting her choices of drinking so much. You guys stop at the bathroom because she felt like throwing up. You waited until she was done and she looked at you funny.

"I thought you went back to your dorm last night? Did you bring someone back? You've got a hickey." She says.

You go to the mirror and curse when you see a hickey poking out from the collar. You remembered that you'll curse Enzo later before turning back to Pansy, shrugging with a smile.

"I met someone on my way out. Nice guy." You murmur.

"Mhm...right." She murmurs, not believing you.

You see that Enzo was sitting with your brothers and your guys' shared friends. Pansy tugs at your hand.

"Can we please sit with them today? I know things are rough between you and Enzo, but I really miss all of them." She mumbles.

"Yeah, of course. Enzo and I talked a bit last night. He called me while we were dancing. We are both mature people and we can definitely be friends after everything." You say.

It wasn't a total lie, but you also felt like this was convincing you to be more comfortable with him and the possibility of either being friends or a couple again. You take a seat at the table, surprising the boys before Theodore hugs your tight, leaving a big wet kiss on your forehead.

"Ewww, Theo!" You whine, wiping your head on his shirt.

"I've missed having you around, baby Riddle." He admits.

"You've got to stop calling her that." Pansy laughs.

"She loves it, don't you?" He says.

"I love you." You say, grimacing and he laughs, pulling you into a hug.

"I'll start calling you, bella ragazza." He says, and your lips part at his Italian accent being so thick which only seems to show with him speaking his first language.

"What's it mean?" You ask curiously.

"Pretty girl." He says, smirking.

Enzo's hand tightens around his fork before tensing as a foot plops on his lap. He relaxes when he sees your familiar converse.

"No dating you two." Tom grumbles.

"Ew, no. She's like a sister to me. But, she hates being called princess, flower, rose, baby riddle, cutie, sunshine, and hun. So, it's pretty girl, but in Italian. It sounds cuter." He says.

"I'll try not to be offended that you said we about dating me." You pout.

"Oh, you know I love you, but I grew up with you and you were always like that annoying little sister I didn't realize I wanted. Hey! I was kidding, no need to get violent. Sure, you're pretty and all, but you're not feisty enough for me. Nor, as badass as I prefer." He says.

"She is literally the feistiest person ever. And she's scarier than Tom...and our dad. You just have to push the right buttons." Mattheo deadpans.

"Hey! Making me grumpy like that makes me feel icky for days! No making me grumpy or you'll all suffer the merciless wrath and you'll understand why our dad fears me. There is a reason our mother is nameless." You say, grinning.

"You are the freaking devil." Mattheo grumbles.

You glare at him, making the guys laugh. You pout and Enzo smile slightly at you. Things were starting to feel normal now and it felt nice to be surrounded by your friends and your brothers.

An owl swoops in, dropping a bouquet of flowers in front of you. Your lips part in surprise and your eyes widen briefly before you reach out and grab ahold of the bouquet. You could feel the eyes of your friends on you, the nervousness rising as their gazes flicker from you to Enzo. Enzo's face had flushed red from anger, his eyes darker than normal, his lips in a thin line and his fork was severely bent.

You slide the letter out and carefully open it. You flick open the letter, seeing it was from Tevon Long. He was a Ravenclaw, a year ahead of you. He was asking you out to Hogsmeade because he thought you were pretty.

"Who is it from?" Mattheo asks.

"Tevon Long." You mumble, tucking the note back in the envelope.

"What's he want?" He asks, popping his knuckles.

"Mattheo, you aren't hurting him. He hasn't even done anything. He just want to go out to Hogsmeade. But, I'll just tell him in not interested. See, simple? Sometimes conversations are better than fighting." You say, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Tevon has a bad temper. It's probably best to take one of us guys when you decide to tell him you're not interested. He gets a little...violent. Unless, of course, you want me to handle him." Mattheo says.

"I can handle it. If he even raises a hand, no promises there'll be a Tevon Long anymore." You say, smiling at him.

"See, the devil." He laughs.

You shake your head, seeing Luna Lovegood walking towards your table.

"Nice flowers, Y/n. I was wondering if you are okay? You seem to be glowing today." She says with confusion.

"Glowing is a good thing, Lu." Pansy says softly, a smile on her face.

"Oh! Okay, that makes sense." She mumbles.

"Here." You murmur, taking a flower from the bouquet and tucking it behind her ear once you broke the stem.

"Thank you, have a good day." She says before walking away while mumbling to herself.

"I've gotta go, see you later." You mumble, deciding to get to class and avoid Tevon.

And I pull up to your place, on the second floor

And you're standin', smiling at the door

And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men

But I really can't remember when

"So, Tevon, huh." Lorenzo says, falling into step beside you.

"I told him off. He didn't like it very much. Theo stepped in because as Mattheo said, he went to get physical. Don't tell Mattheo he's right though. It'll go to his head and that's all we need," you say as you roll your eyes before glancing at him and smirking, "jealous, Berkshire? Green doesn't suit you."

"Jealous? I'm not jealous." He says quickly, his cheeks flushing red.

"Mhm...sure. It seems all the guys have decided it's been long enough since we broke up and now I keep receiving bouquets of flowers and chocolates. I've given most to Luna." You say, deciding to test the waters.

"Most? What about the others?" He asks.

"I kept one...he's a rather sweet guy...shouldn't I open myself up and give them a chance?" You ponder aloud.

You gasp, dropping your books and bag to the floor as your pressed against a nearby wall in the empty corridor. You look up at Enzo in surprise to see dark eyes, ones you didn't quite see often, but you knew he was in fact jealous.

"Okay, you win, love. I'm jealous, but please...do not go out with them. Give me a chance. Let me make things right." He pleads.

"And how do I know you won't just break my heart again?" You murmur, your eyes flickering to his lips.

"Because it's been hell since I fucked things up. Please...just give me a chance. I'm begging you. I'll make it right this time. We can be forever just like we imagined. Please, love." He begs.

"I love it when you beg, Enz. Such a pretty boy. But, I can't just give in to your pleas...not yet. You'll need to prove your worthiness as to why you deserve a chance after the shit you put me through." You say matter-a-factly.

"God, you really are a Riddle." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheeks before bending down to grab your school items.

"Yes, and don't forget that for your own sake." You say, walking away from him with your stuff as he gapes at you.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

The music was loud in the Common Room and it was impossible to hear anyone. You were determined to have a good time though. It was a long week of testing and trying to continue to be stubborn to Lorenzo's attempts to prove he is a worthy of another chance. You were painfully afraid of him breaking your heart again. You weren't sure if you could handle it a second time. You wanted to be sure before making a mistake.

However, you might've forgotten to slow down on the drinks. Now you were dancing on a table with Pansy, a group of guys surrounding the table as they cheered you on.

The guys had assumed you two would be okay while they all went out for some fresh air, some of them just needing a smoke. However, none of them paid attention to the drinks the two of you downed before and during the party. Now you guys were drunk and the only thought on your mind was Lorenzo.

You couldn't stop thinking about his lips—god, his pillow soft pink lips, and not to mention his pretty brown eyes. You loved the way they were so soft, but there were the times you went crazy for those dark eyes staring down at you with desire as he fucked you.

You wanted his hands on your hips, loving how they were large and they were slightly veiny—something you were unaware you were attracted to.

At that very moment, Lorenzo walked in the Common Room first, the guys in tow before they all froze as they watched both you and Pansy in shock.

"Fuck, are they throwing money at us?" Pansy slurs, her lips brushing your ear as this was the only way to listen.

"Mmm, yeah I think so. Are we naked?" You mumble confused.

"No, no..." She mumbles.

"Do you think they can see up our dresses?" You whisper with wide eyes.

"Oh fudge nuggets." Pansy whispers.

They couldn't as the room was fairly dark, the green lights flashing amongst the dark room, but you guys wouldn't know that. The thought was gone soon after and you both were dancing sensually once more on the table as the guys pushes through the crowd.

Tom wraps a hand around your ankle, grasping your attention. He holds a hand out as Draco scoops Pansy off the table, handing her down to Blaise who gently sets her on the floor.

You wobble slightly, reaching a hand out and grabbing Toms hand. Mattheo appeared, taking your other one as you looked at the moving ground with a pale face. Lorenzo steps forward, his hands on your hips as he lifts you off the table and gently sets you on the floor. Your hands held your brothers tightly as you sway.

"Oh no, why's the floor moving...why's the room moving?" You mumble, looking around quickly which didn't help you.

"I can take her to her dorm." Lorenzo offers.

Your brothers accept the offer hesitantly, but they both knew he wouldn't ever hurt you. No, they knew it was eating him alive for what he did to you months ago. It was clear to everyone that he loved you desperately and he'd do anything to prove that to you.

He winds an arm around your waist, throwing your arm over his shoulder as he slowly makes the destination to your room. You finally felt like you could breathe.

"Drink this, love." He says softly, handing you a glass of water.

"You're so pretty, Enz. I've always wondered how someone could be so perfect. I love your lips, they are so pink and so soft. And your eyes, so warm and welcoming, yet I've gotten to see how dark and desperate filled they could be. And your hands...did I ever tell you how much I love your hands? They are so, so, sexy." You mumble as you grab his hand and look at it.

"Darling, drink the water." He urges softly, his cheeks red as he felt flustered.

You drink the water, unaware of the potion he'd put in to help sober you up faster. He sifts through your closet before finding one of his shirts you had stolen. He walks over to you, coaxing you to sit on the bed.

He gently starts to take your shoes off as you became more sober, but it didn't help with the feeling between your legs. He gasps lightly as your fingers tangle in his hair, lifting his head to look at you.

"I need you, Enz. Right the fuck now." You say, before gasping as he pins you to the bed, kissing you feverishly.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine

"So...these mysterious hickeys?" Pansy asks as you both get ready for classes.

"Just having fun." You mumble tiredly.

"Whatever. Are you and Enzo back together?" She asks.

"I know he's my ex, but we are just friends trying to reconnect." You say defensively.

"Right, and that's exactly why when I went to sneak in this morning, you both were lying in your bed naked." She says sarcastically.

You sigh, knowing that it was eventually going to be found out. You just wished you had more time. You focus on your eyeliner for the time being as you tried to find words.

"Okay...I don't know what's going on between Enz and I. I love him...that never went away, but I don't quite trust him. Or maybe I do. But, I'm so scared he'll break my heart again. I'm suppose to be making him prove he's worthy of even having a chance, but we ended up having sex again last night. I just don't need judged or told what to do. I don't know what I want or what I want to do." You admit.

"Y/n/n, I'd never judge you. I think you need to do what's right for you. No matter what you do, I'm in full support if you and Enz end up back together, that's great! You guys were amazing the first time around, it was just his shitty friends. But, they are out of the picture now and he has better friends. But, if you decide that you need to move on from Enz and be just friends, I got you. I'll set you up, I could probably set him up so it isn't so hard to be friends." She says and you laugh softly.

"Gosh, I love you Pans." You murmur.

"Oh I know." She laughs.

Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend," the biggest lie I ever said,

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

You continue walking to the Black Lake. Your eyes on the figure who sat right at the shore. Pansy told you he was being odd today—skipping classes, being quiet, being distant and not his normal self at all.

You take a seat next to him, looking out over the Black Lake that glistened under the suns beacon. You look at your knees and sigh.

"Enz, what's going on?" You ask.

He's quiet, unsure of what to say and if he should even say it. You wait patiently, looking back over the lake as you rest your chin on your knees.

"What am I to you?" He asks quietly.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

"I've been trying for close to two or three months since we started talking to get back in your good graces. When I think things are going good, we end up sleeping together and then you push me away again." He says confused.

You were quiet, knowing you couldn't be mad that he was growing impatient and upset. It wasn't really fair of you to keep pushing him away after you guys have a very intimate moment. You haven't been the most communicative with him, and you know that.

"Look...I'm sorry. You're right, and I understand your feelings there. I should've been more communicative of my feelings." You explain slowly.

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

Can't two people reconnect?

"What's bothering you then? Talk to me, love. I need to understand where your head is in all this." He pleads.

"Enz...I love you and I'll probably always love you if we are being one hundred percent honest. Yes, when we were together I thought we were forever. And yes, I want to give you this chance, but I'm...I'm scared. I hate saying that, but I am. It has been so hard for me to vulnerable and to be able to open up and trust someone enough to love them my entire life...until you. Then...things happened and you hurt me. I want to give you the chance, but I'm so terrified of letting you back in and you hurting me again." You admits quietly.

You close your eyes, hating this sense of vulnerability and emotion. You always tried to keep your emotions at bay and your head on right in order to protect yourself, but it never seemed to quite work out that way when you were with Enzo. He was staring at you, trying to find words of his own and you couldn't bare to look in his deep brown eyes.

You weren't sure if you could handle what his eyes had to say. Instead, your eyes were closed as you tried to ground yourself.

The biggest lie I ever said

"Love...I know I screwed up the first time around, but trust me when I say I regret it. I don't even talk to those people anymore. I realized that if they couldn't accept that I was happy with you and that you were utterly amazing and beautiful, that they didn't deserve to be apart of our lives. I however, realized that too late. But, I learned from my mistakes and I don't want to ever hurt you again, love. Nor, lose you. I realized how much I need you in my life. My heart is yours just as my body and soul and I couldn't have it any other way." He says.

Flashes of the past few months of him trying goes through your head and you smile slightly. He's bought you countless bouquets of flowers, your favorite chocolates, writing handwritten notes, taking you out for a date, giving you his jumper or sweater when your cold, sweet little kisses on your cheek or hand to make you less anxious...and you realize that he's serious.

I just tripped and fell into his bed

"Would you be my boyfriend?" You ask.

You open your eyes, looking at him to see his cheeks flushing red as embarrassment and shyness creep up. You were always direct and he wasn't as direct. It somehow still managed to catch him off guard, even now.

"Yes." He whispers and you smile softly at him.

"You're so pretty." You murmur.

My brain goes, "Ah"

You walk into the Great Hall, hand-in-hand with Enzo as you laugh softly at his story. He was always a brilliant story-teller and he had a lot to fill you in on. Your brothers and friends look at the two of you with dropped jaws as you both sit across from each other. You rest a foot in his lap as you ignore the quietness from your table.

"A-Are you two dating?" Mattheo asks.

"Again?" Tom adds.

"I thought you both were just friends." Pansy whispers confused.

"Yes, we are dating...again. This time will be forever though." You say, smiling softly at Enzo who grins and agrees.

If only you knew the plans of this boys dreams for the two of you.

Can't hear my thoughts

The biggest lie I ever said

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Thoughts

Blah