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harlowcomehome · 2 months

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Burnt out sleepovers:

A Hazel and Jade fic where the reader is very overwhelmed with her constant tasks so Jack has to take over.

“Mommy! Mommy! I’m hungry” Jade whined as you started to pack Hazel's lunch for the day. Jack was supposed to do it the night before but it somehow slipped his mind leaving you to panic last minute.

“We will get breakfast after we take your sister to school Jadey, please be patient” You were trying to keep your composure but lately everything had been overwhelming and you felt like you were running on fumes.

Jack was on a conference call in his office space and you knew you couldn’t ask him for help right now, only furthering your frustrations.

Hazel watched you, her eyes softened noticing the emotion on your face. “I can pack my lunch Mommy! I’m a big girl” She walked over to the pantry using the step stool to grab the peanut butter from the shelf and hand it to you.

“It’s okay Hazey. I can do it for you. Do you want yogurt bites or apple slices today?” You held up a package of both, Jade started to wail dramatically and you knew she would refuse breakfast from home but her crying definitely came from being hungry.

Hazel excitedly pointed to the package of yogurt bites, you were surprised there was even any left since Jack had been eating them all lately.

“Jade! Come here sweetheart” You called for her to come over to you, and she did snot dripping down her face and all.

“Do you want to try these?” You sat Jade on the counter beside you as you quickly put Hazel's lunch together. You handed her a package of yogurt bites only for her to throw them on the ground and cry even louder.

“Course not” you mumbled to yourself frustrated at her picky eating for the first time today.

Hazel huffed, picking the package up and putting it back in the fridge.

“Thank you bug” you smiled and handed her, her lunchbox. “Ready for school?” You picked Jade up off the counter and placed her feet on the ground.

Hazel nodded and just as you were headed for the door Jack emerged out of his office, if you weren’t already running late you wouldn’t have responded the way you did.

“Daddy!” Both girls chimed as they ran straight to him, causing more of a delay as he hugged them both.

“Girls!” You spoke sternly causing Jack to jump slightly. You were shooting them a disapproving look, “Let’s go!” You were stood against the wall with your arms crossed, as you bit the inside of your cheek a habit you picked up recently when you were overwhelmed.

“I can take Hazel to school, it’s not a problem” Jack eyed you up and down, wondering why you were being so harsh. His jaw tightened, trying not to pick a fight as he already felt tensions were high.

“Oh it’s not?” You couldn’t help but bark back, but before he could reply Jade reminded him of something.

“I’m hungry” Jade pulled on his pant leg looking up at him with big doe eyes. “I want dough-knees!”

“Does mommy want a doughnut too?” Jack walked over to you, pushing up his glasses that were sliding down his nose. You’d admit he looked cute, he barely had time to get ready for his meeting so his curls were a mess and he had to put glasses on instead of opting for his contacts but you were too exhausted to say anything like you usually would.

“Sure” you mumbled, walking away from him and giving both of the girls a kiss and hug. “Have a good day at school Hazey. I love you” You smiled as she followed Jack and Jade out of the door.

“Babe?” Jack narrowed his eyes at you, his tone was stern now too, warning you that you weren’t being the nicest. You didn’t care at the moment, ignoring him as he slipped some slides on to leave the house. “I love you” he mumbled worried you may give him the cold shoulder.

“I love you, drive safe,” you said with almost no emotion as the door closed. The second his car pulled out of the driveway you broke down in tears, Jack had been pretty absent lately and you felt guilty being frustrated about it and worse now that you were cold toward him.

While he was gone and the house was quiet you got into your bed, sighing against the sheets as you pulled them up to your chin. You’d only have thirty minutes or so of silence and you wanted to make the most of it.

You had probably only been sleeping for ten minutes when you heard Jack and Jade enter the house again. Jack had a habit of letting the door accidentally swing and hit the wall, hence why you had a doorknob-sized hole in your wall that he refused to patch over the sound annoying you all over again.

“Mommy! Mom! We got you a maple one!” Jade crawled into bed, tugging at your pajama shirt for attention.

You turned in bed, faking a smile as best as you could. Tickling her belly as she broke out into giggles. Jack stood in the doorway, holding a box.

“Want me to make your coffee?” He had wondered if you were just tired, but either way, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Sounds good, thank you” You nodded as he turned to walk out of the room, Jade took your hand and dragged you to the kitchen table with her.

Jack waited at the Keurig as your coffee brewed keeping an eye on you. He never really liked coffee but you did so he bought you a single brew machine for your birthday.

“Daddy gots this all for the free because the dough-knee guy likes his music!” Jade giggled as she stuffed a blueberry doughnut hole into her mouth.

“Be careful sweets! Make sure you chew” you warned, your attention shifting over to your husband.

“He just wanted a picture for his Facebook page” Jack laughed, handing you your coffee.

“Daddy wouldn’t let me be in the picture” Jade mumbled, not understanding why.

Jack chuckled turning the TV on and putting on the show Bluey so he could talk to you alone.

Jade sat on the ground in front of the coffee table with her doughnut holes and a sippy cup full of water as Jack sat down beside you at the table.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He whispered, trying not to draw attention.

“You forgot to make Hazel's lunch last night” You knew it was deeper than that but you wanted to start there.

“Sorry babe, I got sidetracked” he was sincere and you knew that but it still frustrated you.

“Yeah but you always get sidetracked, or you’re always too tired to do things and it’s starting to get to me” Your words weren’t meant to be venomous but you knew he’d take it that way.

“Babe, that’s not fair” his voice was still at a whisper, he didn’t want to startle Jade by speaking any louder.

“It’s not fair that I have to be the only parent in a two-parent household either” You shrugged, you knew that would hurt his feelings but in the moment you didn’t care enough to hold it in.

“That's really how you feel?” His voice was monotone, his ice-blue eyes softened, and his shoulders drooped.

“Every time I ask you for help you’re busy or you’re tired, or you don’t feel good. You just always have an attitude. Do you not think that I’m tired?” You were truthfully still bothered about the other night when you asked him if he wanted to spend time together when the kids went to sleep and he flat out said “no” and rolled over in bed falling asleep almost immediately.

Jack was defensive, his body language shifting at the immediate fight he felt unraveling.

“It’s not like I don’t want to help with the kids or spend time with you, I just have a lot going on ” he mumbled, hating that he could feel tensions rising.

You scoffed, standing up and walking away from him. You usually put up a fight but you didn’t care to and that scared him more than anything.

“Sweetheart? Y/N?” He called for your attention as you walked away.

“I’m going to take a shower” you bitterly replied, planning your next breakdown as you shut the bedroom door.

Jack looked over at Jade who was still eating her doughnuts without a care in the world and went to sit with her. Bluey was undeniably a show that kept even Jack's attention.

Jack waited until he heard the water turn off to go talk to you again, he wanted to fix this as soon as possible.

When he entered the bedroom you threw your head back and rolled your eyes. “What do you want? Can I get dressed?”

“Just tell me what I can do to fix this” he sat on the bed fighting the urge to give you attitude back.

“I just want you to be here and more alert is all” You looked for a pair of clean pajamas to wear.

“No, give me something specific to do” he wanted to make a grand gesture, show you that he could do whatever you usually did for the kids.

“Hazel has her sleepover tonight with two of her friends, I want you to deal with that” you shrugged knowing that was usually a big task.

“Okay, so go to the store and buy some groceries, maybe some games?” Jack was trying to think of things you usually did.

“I already did all of that yesterday, you just have to host. I got them some ice cream, and we can order a pizza. I’m going to go get my nails done tonight instead” You started to put lotion on, and he watched as you rubbed it into your legs, one of his favorite physical features.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been more sensitive to your feelings, I’ll work on that” he mumbled.

“Come here you big baby” your face softened giving him a big smile as you followed his gaze. You cupped his cheeks, kissing him as he relaxed into you.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I really am” his hands explored your hips and migrated to your ass immediately squeezing it as he went in for another kiss, his tongue slipping in with urgency.

“Don’t be sorry, just work on being more aware” You booped his nose with your finger, making him blush.

“Forgive me?”

“Of course I do.”

••••

When Maggie picked you up to go to your nail appointment you could sense that Jack was already overwhelmed but hiding it as best as he could.

He had got some decorations and arts and crafts for the girls, and they of course had made a giant mess all over the kitchen table.

Hazel's friends came home from school with her so there wasn’t much time for Jack to mentally prepare. He didn’t even remember their names, even though they had been having sleepovers once every month for the last few months.

“Baby- what’s the tall one’s name again?” He asked as you grabbed your purse and started out the door.

“That one is Fiorella and the short one is Giovanna.”

His eyes widened, “how the hell does anyone expect me to remember those weird ass names?” He stifled a laugh, making you giggle too.

“Well Jackman- I’m sure you’ll manage” you winked as you quickly kissed him goodbye, slipping out of the house before Jade noticed and had a meltdown.

Once you were gone, it felt like that was the true test. Jack had no idea how demanding a trio of eight-year-olds could be but he was about to find out shortly that they had to be constantly entertained.

“Mr. Harlow, I’m hungry” Fiorella had no issues with being vocal, you warned him about that.

“Me too!” Hazel giggled, as she continued to paint her canvas at the kitchen table.

“Chicken nuggets!” Jade pulled on Jack's pant leg as he pulled his phone out to order something.

“I want pizza!” Hazel suggested to her group of friends who all eagerly nodded, sending Jade into an immediate meltdown over her chicken nuggets.

“We can still make you chicken nuggets Jadey. Hazel, can you come here?” Jack handed her his cell phone, knowing she had placed an order before. He picked Jade up, and opened the freezer to find her dinosaur nuggets.

“You want these?” He shook the bag earning a sleepy nod from his overly emotional toddler.

“Can we get bread sticks too?” Hazel waited for Jack's reply before adding it to the cart.

“Yes and order a cheese one too please.”

“Lava cakes!” Fiorella chimed in, and Jack slowly realized she was a lot to handle as Giovanna stayed silent.

“We have ice cream in the fridge, no” Jack shot Hazel a disapproving look as she placed the order and handed him his phone back. He set Jade on the counter beside him as he filled the air fryer with nuggets and waffle fries.

“Thank you Daddy” Hazel hummed before asking her friends if they wanted to go out back and play basketball while they waited.

“Hazeys friends, loud and nnoying” Jade covered her ears making Jack chuckle.

“That's between you and me though, okay?”

“And mommy!”

He smiled knowing she must have told you the same thing before. He checked the order Hazel had just placed realizing she ordered two of everything on accident, and tried not to be annoyed since money wasn’t exactly an issue.

When the pizza arrived and Jade's food was done cooking everything seemed to be finally calming down. That was until Giovanna spilled her full cup of soda all over the kitchen table earning loud giggles and “oooohs!”

Jack hopped up from where he was sitting, grabbing a dish towel to soak it up.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Harlow” Giovanna was clearly embarrassed, she hadn’t said much all night and wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“Ew, just call him Jack please” Hazel giggled knowing he felt like the “Mr” aged him.

Jack smiled as he cleaned the table off, handing Giovanna another drink. “Yeah, you girls can just call me Jack.”

“My mom calls you Mr. Handsome” Fiorella chimed in making Hazel audibly gag.

“You said you’d keep that to yourself” Hazel rolled her eyes, pretending she lost her appetite but she was four pieces in and sick to her stomach.

Fiorella and Giovanna giggled and the girls continued to cause chaos throughout the house for the next few hours.

Jade was in her room, playing with her dolls when Jack joined her.

“Are you hiding from Hazey and her friends?” Jade handed Jack a teacup as he sat on the carpeted floor beside her.

“No, just checking on my little princess” he lied, checking his phone for texts for the first time tonight.

“Are you still alive? Or has Fiorella's mom kidnapped you yet?”

He read the text and stifled a laugh, sending you several texts begging you to hurry up and come home.

“On my way” you replied to him, looking at your mother-in-law with a big grin.

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jimblejamblewritings · 3 months

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the fake date plot | part 6.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: yeah I know I've been gone for a year... I have no words, my bad

Previous Part | (Series Chapter List)

James came down with the rest of the marauders to find you had already fixed a big plate of breakfast for him. He gave you a peck on the cheek as he took off his quidditch jumper before sitting down.

“Thanks, bug.”

“Why do you call me that?” you asked, taking a bite of your English muffin.

“Do you not like it? I can call you something else.”

“No, I like it. I was just wondering why.”

James shrugged. “Never thought about it… You’re cute and little, some bugs are cute and little. Yep, makes sense.”

“I’m not little.”

“You’re littler than me. It counts.”

“You’re freakishly tall.”

“Remus is freakishly tall.”

“So are you.” You popped a fried potato chunk in your mouth.

“Just accept it, bug.”

You went back to your breakfast, deciding his answer and little argument was satisfactory enough for you. James nudged you with his shoulder, beginning a mini battle between the two of you until he finally conceded. It was still a learning process for the two of you, trying to figure out how to play up your fake dating. Your friends were definitely suspicious and while Lily seemed to move a bit closer, Xeno didn’t even glance your way.

You were worried that maybe you and James were switching places in regards to the objects of your affection. You felt something squeeze your thigh ever so slightly and looked over to see James was seemingly in conversation with Peter. He must’ve caught you staring too long at the Ravenclaw table and a certain someone.

Shaking your head, you went back to eating. That’s right. You were with James and you two needed to be sickeningly in love. Besides, Lily was coming around so maybe Xeno was just distracted right now. You opened up your journal to jot down a few notes. A looming presence hung over your right shoulder.

“Yes, Jamie?” you asked without looking up.

“I’m just looking at your calendar.” He pointed to a blank Wednesday. “Quill in a study date, right when classes end.”

“Study? James Potter, when have you ever studied anything that wasn’t Charms and Defense?”

“Well, do you really need to study wand lore or broom craft? And does memorizing a whole script count as studying?”

“It does when you’re in a drama club. And if I can’t become an actress then I need to feed myself so I’m learning to make quidditch equipment. You idiots break at least two brooms every week each, not to mention the other stuff. I’ll never have to worry about money.”

“You’re learning about quidditch?”

You finally looked up, recognizing the shift in James’ tone from when you two were acting for your friends versus being genuine. Giving your fake boyfriend a smile, you stole some food off his plate.

“It’s not because you like it. It’s because you, especially, are rich and will buy my brooms and convince all your teammates to buy my brooms.”

He laughed so loud it made students at the other houses’ tables, including Xeno, look over. James squished your cheeks and gave you a peck.

“I should have known you were only with me for my money. Well, I hate to inform you, love, I’ve just squandered the family fortune on flying carpets.”

You rolled your eyes. “How do you have a cute comeback for everything?”

“You think it’s cute?”

You stood up from the table. “You are the cutest, Jamie. The most adorable scrumdiddlyumptious squishy-wishy super-duper boyfriend in the whole world.”

“I sense I’m being teased.”

“I would never tease you, Jamie bo-baimey taimey waimey rai—”

“Ha ha, very funny. Now you deserve the punishment jumper.”

“Punishment jumper? What am I, five years old?” Your words were muffled by a red jumper covering your face before your head popped out the other side. You looked down. “You just wanted me to wear your jumper.”

James blushed and you wanted to laugh. Natural blush wasn’t easy with fake dating but the two of you figured out a relatively uncomfortable trick if the two of you weren’t on the same page. You were allowed to picture Xeno whenever you wanted and James was allowed to picture Lily. He was totally imagining her in his jumper— it probably helped that you and Lily were the same height and body type so the jumper fit exactly like it would on her.

Your fake boyfriend scratched the back of his head. “Some of the team was talking about how they like seeing their partner in their jumpers and I wanted to know what that was like.”

“And?”

“Don’t know yet, it just looks like I dropped it on you.”

“That’s cause you did drop it on me. Wait, let me fix it.”

You pulled out the collar and untucked your shirt so the tails were sticking out. The sweater almost covered your skirt entirely since it was already oversized on James that you weren’t sure if you’d get a violation or not but you didn’t try to adjust it. You gave a little twirl.

“Tada.”

“You look great.”

Leaning over James, who covered your skirt with his hands to make sure nothing showed, you collected your stuff. “I’ll see you later, okay? Marls, are you coming with me to Herbology or still eating?”

Marlene tried to recover from getting caught staring, mouth open, at you and James. She shook her head no and you made your way out of the Great Hall to head to Herbology. James left only five minutes after you in order to give your friends space to gossip in peace.

The two of you were counting on Sirius and Mary to get louder by the minute until it garnered everyone’s attention. You were sure it worked when Alice came into the greenhouse practically squealing at you. You and James were the hottest topic in school. All you could do was roll your eyes and keep taking notes as Alice started planning your entire future together. You turned to look at your friend. James wouldn’t hate you for telling one person. You both had planned to tell your closest friends when the time was right and you couldn’t take keeping a secret anymore.

“Hey, Alice. Me and Jam—”

The door to the greenhouse swung open but it was Professor Sprout that came in. It was James standing in the threshold.

“Your birthday is this weekend,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger.

“Yes, James.”

“Bug, you didn’t say what you wanted for your birthday.”

“I’m okay.”

“What?” His eyebrows crinkled together. “You don’t want anything?”

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“Birthdays are a completely big deal.”

“Well… I just don’t want anybody spending too much on me this year. My parents and I are saving up for university… if there is a university.”

It was an unspoken thing that no student might make it to university when the war was ramping up. If Voldemort and the Death Eaters got bigger, a draft was likely to happen. And unlike muggles, men and women were drafted in the wizarding world since all the fighting was done with magic and didn’t require any strength outside of mental. James shook his head.

“That’s an even better reason to give you something. It won’t be large, I promise.”

“Small things can still be very expensive.”

“Honestly, I’ve never looked at a price tag in my life.”

You sighed. “You and Sirius live totally different lives from the rest of us, I wish I had rich parents… Okay, I concede. If it isn’t big then it can be whatever you want.”

“Good. I have to go now before Slughorn loses his mind that I’m not there or worse pairs me up with Snape as a punishment.”

(part 7...)

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antiodote · 2 years

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she can’t finish and they fight.

warnings: smut (18+), angst

•••

stress was coursing through her veins at every waking moment.

she had been feeling like this for the past two months. scoring a promotion at work meant a lot of things. it meant she got paid more, sure, but it also meant that she had more responsibility than ever before.

ever since her days at school, she craved validation; she needed somebody to tell her that she was doing good, that her efforts were not going unnoticed, that she did the right thing, and that she was good. she never quite figured out where that need came from, but she had an inkling that it must have something to do with the way her mother had raised her.

she, also, never quite figured out how to deal with it healthily, which is why all of her friends knew her as the archetype of a workaholic. she was working all the time and rarely had any time for herself, but she loved her work, so it didn’t seem like a big deal to her.

it was a big deal to harry, though.

harry, who was also a self-proclaimed workaholic, saw how much it was tearing at her and could practically smell the burnout from miles and miles away. it didn’t help that her boss didn't believe in words of affirmation and just piled on more work for her to do every chance she got. harry knew that it was eating away at her, he knew that her way of coping, which was not at all, would eventually come back to bite her in the ass. in any other situation he probably would have done something. he keeps telling her to take a break and to rest a bit; the hypocrisy of it doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them, though. truthfully, harry was also as busy as ever. with the release of his new album, movie promotions and public appearances, he rarely has time to rest himself.

before their lives got all too complicated, they had plenty of time to spend together, even with their already busy schedule. they’d go on hikes and cook and watch movies; they were a proper couple. happy and unbothered. shielded from any and all obstacles. maybe they both knew, deep down, that their honeymoon phase was coming to an end. to them, however, that seemed like it was light-years away.

and yet, here they were.

it was the umpteenth time that she had returned from work at an ungodly hour, even later than harry. he usually left to go to the studio after making breakfast for the both of them, and usually, neither of them would end up eating most of it. harry used to playfully bug her about her eating habits. he tried reminding her of the importance of three meals a day, every day. she brushed it off then and it was fine; now, however, it worries and agitates harry to no end. this morning she had left without so much as looking at it, once again. she bid her rushed goodbye and chose to forego a peck on the lips. she had forgotten so much lately that harry began to wonder if it had been on purpose, but since he isn’t the kind to ask for affection he guesses he will never know.

they meet for what feels like the first time that day in their shared bedroom. she comes in with her bag in tow and exhaustion written all over her features and it pained harry to see her like that. however, he too was feeling more than exhausted. it became harder and harder to feel sorry for her if he was being honest with himself. not when he felt like it was preventable.

“hi.”

“hello.”

silence.

“I’m sorry for coming home late again. I know it’s been happening too much. I don’t mean to…” she tried explaining herself as she did so often. harry understood and he wasn’t mad, but the defeat in his demeanour was palpable.

“it’s alright, came home late myself. how was work?“

“same old. how was the studio?”

“fine.” a lie.

harry had been having trouble writing as of late. everything he did write was either too sad to release or just not good at all. apparently, the way their relationship was falling apart seemed to directly affect his creative writing process. it was a mess, truly. he didn’t have the heart to tell her that though. he didn’t want to make her feel more guilty than she probably already did.

“okay, good.”

harry returned to reading his book, albeit halfheartedly, while she was busy looking at him - really looking at him - for the first time in ages. she is shocked to find him looking so… defeated? she wants to beat herself up for not noticing the prominence of his under-eye bags, the dullness of his skin, and even the way his hair looks unkempt and tousled. does she also look this restless? she realises, then and there, that they haven’t made proper conversation for the better part of 6 weeks, and she can’t help but feel like it’s her fault. she knows they have both been very busy, but had she made an effort to do something to at least save her relationship? she doesn’t think so.

“so, uh, we haven’t talked in a while, huh?” she sets her bag by the door and moves to her side of the bed, her side facing him while she removes her jewellery. harry sets his book down as well, hoping they would finally be able to break the cycle. the moonlight shines brightly into their bedroom window, illuminating the side of her face. if the situation was different, he might tell her how beautiful she looks, despite her visible fatigue. he doesn’t know what’s stopping him if he’s honest. what he doesn’t know is that when she faces him and sees how the warm light from the lamp on his bedside table illuminates his features, her breath oh so subtly hitches, too. she thought he was beautiful, always. like the sun, always illuminating. unfortunately, his light seemed dull lately.

fire and ice; the sun and the moon facing one another. that’s what they represent. so close, yet so far away. they used to dance in unison, but they seemed to have forgotten how to dance. why? what happened to them? it felt like they both knew, and yet? they didn’t know what to do.

except she thought she did.

she moved closer to him, fully sitting on the bed now. her blouse pulled out of her trousers, her hair down and her glasses thrown aside somewhere. facing him, she took the book out of his grasp and bent over his stretched-out legs to put it back on his nightstand. she made sure to let her chest graze over his crotch. she wanted to dance again, in a different way. a way they used to have perfected. the last time they danced was way too long ago, though, but she hopes they still remember the steps.

he held his breath, not quite knowing what to do just yet. where was this going? he wasn’t entirely sure and he didn’t want to risk fucking it up. this was the first time she had been close to him in what feels like forever and he missed her touch so much that it hurt. she moved back into a seated position, facing him.

“tell me something. anything. I miss your voice.”

he looks at her, puzzled. what could he tell her? he wrecked his brain for something, anything to tell her. something that wasn’t too boring or too sad. he found himself feeling insecure, for whatever reason. so, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he decides to listen to his heart and let his mind stop working for a bit. this was his love, he would be fine. he knew how to talk to her, he was fine. he was fine.

he opens his eyes again and speaks.

“well, mitch and sarah might want to try for another baby. they’ve been loving parenthood, it seems. I think it really suits them, too. and, uh, jeff and I have been talking about tour dates, which is always a hassle, as you know. oh! I might have to go to italy to reshoot some scenes for the movie. um, yeah.” his monologue was cut short by the sheer fact that he doesn’t know what else to talk about. the oxygen in the room seems to lessen by the second and his throat feels tight. why was he like this? could he not just act normal right now? why did he feel the need to talk to her about how he felt like they were falling apart? and how that was scaring the hell out of him? losing her seemed like such an unrealistic concept not too long ago, whereas now it feels like it’s just around the corner. he feels constricted and he hated every second of it.

“that’s nice, hm? mitch and sarah having another baby? god, I hope it works out for them. it would give you more godfather duties.” she tries to lighten the mood and it works, if only for a second. harry wants to ask her about her day, as well. however, listening to her work struggles right now would be sure to set him off, so he decides against it. and thus, silence falls heavy upon them, once more.

“what happened to us, love?”

he spoke up, his voice sounding uncharacteristically little. he voiced his fear.

here we go.

“I used to be able to talk to you for, what, hours? without any problems. but now it just feels so…different. why?”

he faces her and finds an apologetic look on her face, probably mirroring his own. they felt defeated. lost. what did happen to them?

she sighed heavily, not even trying to deny anything. “I…I don’t know, harry. I don’t know.” a beat of silence lingered again. “I miss us. I miss you, all the time. I don’t like what happened to us, it’s like we drifted apart, don’t you think?” he says. his heart feels like it could burst out of his chest at any given moment with how nervous and stressed he felt.

“do you still love me?” he asks, knowing just how pathetic he must sound. she replies instantly. “of course I do, harry. always. do you still love me?”

“yes, I do. so much.”

her fear turned into desperation. she had to do something, and she had to do it now. she moves closer to him, their faces now mere inches apart. she laces her hand into his own, slowly and carefully, afraid to do something wrong. she looks at him once more and tries not to wince at how dull his eyes looked. if she dwelled any longer on how it might have something to do with her, she might collapse. so, urgently, she moves their joined hands onto his lap.

“good. let me show you how much I love you then. please, can I?”

their hands apply pressure on their resting spot just over his crotch, clearly sending a message. he closes his eyes and relishes the feeling. he felt like they should talk first, to work through any of the problems they might be experiencing. he couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. because right now, the only thought in his mind was how he needed to feel close to her, immediately. he felt selfish, but couldn’t bring himself to care. so he nods. “please.” and in an instant, she moves closer.

their lips attach. relief floods him.

there she was. his moonlight.

heat surrounds them, quicker than they’d care to admit, and everything felt good, for once. the world stopped, and it was just the two of them. nothing else mattered. he was feeling her again, and it was good.

she moves to sit on his lap with her thighs surrounding his own. her hands migrate to his scalp to tangle them through his hair, the way she knew he liked. he moved his own hands to her blouse, desperate to take it off, desperate to feel her. he undoes the buttons and slides it off her shoulders, removing her hands from his head in the process. their mouths move in unison, their movements are rushed and desperate. they needed this. they needed to feel connected like only they knew how. in a rush to feel her skin, he peels off her sports bra, leaving her in nothing but her dress pants. his hands find her chest and in an instant, he starts playing her like an instrument, gaining a plethora of sweet whines from her. she grinds down on him, feeling the growth in his trousers. everything is hot, rushed and filled with need; their arousal growing by the second. she detaches her mouth from his to take a breath, a string of saliva connecting them, still.

“fuck, harry. please, please. I need… I need, god-“

he didn’t wait for her to finish before attaching his mouth to her nipple, sucking harshly. a high-pitched whine leaves her and she grinds down harder, making him groan. he uses his other hand to play with her other breast, and when he moves his head to lick a bold stripe in between the valley of her chest, squeezing her tits in his way, he wonders if this is heaven. this, or the treasure between her thighs. as soon as the thought enters his brain, he detaches himself from her chest in an attempt to move them into a laying position.

“need to taste you, angel. please, let me-“

“no, harry, please. need to feel you. need to feel you inside, please. need to feel full.”

they make eye contact and he contemplates her words. “you can taste me whenever else you want, honey. just need to feel you in me now, okay?” she says, with her hands in his hair once more. he closes his eyes and basks in the comfort she radiates. she was truly remarkable. and truthfully, he couldn’t possibly think of a better sensation than to be berried deep within her walls.

“yeah, okay angel. let me make you feel good, hmm?”

“yes, god yes. thank you, thank you, thank you.”

she lifts herself from her position on his lap and steps off the bed. they simultaneously remove any remaining articles of clothing, leaving nothing but naked skin in sight. she kneels onto the bed once more, resuming her previous position. harry's hands roam all over her body, squeezing her behind and finally resting on her love handles.

“you’re unbelievable. so fucking stunning, god. kiss me, please.”

she grants his wish momentarily, letting his tongue roam freely. they were in ecstasy, purely and utterly consumed with one another. she blindly reaches for his length underneath her, gripping him at the base and gifting him a few languid strokes. her thumb finds his tip and she starts spreading any and all precum around, preparing him. he moans, no, whines into her mouth, his eyes screwed shut in utmost pleasure.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. please, baby, I can’t take it. let me feel you, now.”

she smiled, kissing his nose. she loved his eagerness and how he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry, baby.”

and so, she moves to sit down and truly, she couldn’t wait to feel him, as she had really, really missed it. terribly so.

she guides him inside, preparing herself mentally for the highest form of pleasure she had ever experienced-

or…not?

“ah, fuck! wait, hold on-“

she couldn’t get him inside, but not because of his size. no, she just so happens to be bone dry. no arousal was surrounding her, not even a little bit. this had never happened before, and it left her at a loss. she looks down again, just to make sure that she was feeling it correctly. and there it was, nothing. she should be dripping by now, especially with how turned on she was, but alas, the contrary seemed to be the case.

she looks at him now, helplessly, and at a loss for what to do.

“what’s wrong, you okay? not feeling up to it? we can stop-“

“no! no, absolutely not. I want this so bad, you have no idea. I don’t know what’s happening, honestly. I- I- maybe I can- or we could-“

he grabs her by the jaw, grounding her for a moment. his eyes search for hers, offering reason and calm, and relief floods her as she sees how his eyes look more alive than they did a few minutes ago.

“hey, hey, calm down. you’re okay, petal.” a kiss. “let me just get the lube, yeah? don’t worry about it.” she takes a deep breath. “yeah, okay. thank you.” another kiss.

he reaches over to his bedside table, opening the little drawer underneath. located in-between packs of condoms, some melatonin tablets and an emergency pack of cigarettes, he finally found what he was looking for: the small bottle of water-based lube. neither of them exchange words, just glances, as he shuts the drawer, opens the bottle, and squirts some of the product on his hand. once the bottle is closed and set aside, he uses his clean hand to guide her slightly upwards, freeing him from the delicious confines of her thighs. he then spreads the product on and around his length, wincing slightly at the cool temperature. once he feels like he’s coated himself sufficiently, he guides her down once more.

“tell me if it hurts and I stop, okay?”

she nods.

deep breaths. shaky hands. unsure glances.

and then…

“oh my god.”

euphoria.

“holy shit, baby. fuck. so fucking perfect for me, aren’t you? jesus.”

she sinks all the way down his length, filling her up to the brim. her head is thrown back and her mouth agape in pleasure, not a single sound escaping her for the first few moments. that is until he starts thrusting up and into her.

“good god, harry, fuck!” the delicious stretch of her walls made her want to scream, a feeling that she doesn’t think she could ever get tired of. “please don’t stop, oh my god!” her words only encouraged him more, making sure to keep his pace steady and to hit her spot every single time. with her head still thrown back and her jaw slack, harry took the opportunity to just stare at her pleasure-filled face, which only got him off more. she always looked beautiful, but like this? she was unbelievable. he thinks at that moment that he should probably write a song about it.

a particularly hard thrust made her snap forward. “fucking hell, I feel you in my tummy.” she laced her hands around his jaw and rested her forehead against his own, staring deeply into his eyes and stealing the occasional kiss. harry took this moment to steady her hips and thrust up into her with such vigour, that her eyes rolled all the way back into her skull. she had to wrap her arms around his shoulders and hug him close to stabilise herself. and then, something weird happened.

usually, with the way he was pounding into her and with how he was moaning straight into her ear, she would be done in seconds. however, now that his face was no longer in her line of sight, her mind started clouding itself with other images.

“make sure you get this back to me by the end of the day. no more slacking off.”

she squeezed her eyes shut. this couldn’t be happening, not now.

“you have to do this over entirely, this is not what I had in mind at all.”

god, no. no, no, no!

“this is unbelievably sloppy, you cannot be serious, right? you’re staying late today, this is unacceptable.”

what the actual fuck was happening?

“baby, you okay?”

her eyes opened wide in an instant. he tried prying her arms away so he could look at her properly. she, however, only hugged him closer.

“yes! yes, I’m good. so fucking good.” she made sure to make her voice extra sultry, grinding down on him to make it all more believable. she cannot let him know that she got ridiculously close to having an anxiety attack in the middle of what was supposed to be mind-boggling sex.

he couldn’t help but groan at her actions, however, he continued. “you sure? your heart is beating very fast. do you- ah!- do you need some water, maybe?” he tumbled over his words as she made sure to squeeze her walls tight to shut him up.

“I’m okay, I don’t need anything. just need you to make me come, please.” she continued squeezing him, both with her arms and her walls until he was putty in her hands. no more words left him as he started thrusting up into her once again, moaning at the sensation her delicious pussy was giving him.

“you feel fucking unreal right now, angel. how do you feel, tell me? please, god, tell me.” he was begging for her, another thing that could usually make her come in an instant. right now, however, she really didn’t think that it was going to happen anytime soon.

how was she feeling? well, for starters, she was feeling embarrassed and confused because somehow, she didn’t get wet when her hot shot of a boyfriend practically devoured her tits and called her angelic, especially because she thought she was super turned on to begin with. and as if that wasn’t enough, she was now drowning in mental images and intrusive thoughts of her workplace and her bitch of a boss, which was the very thing that is currently tearing at her relationship. and she worried, that if she doesn’t get her shit together immediately, she might not come at all. so, fake it till you make it, she guessed.

“fuck, harry, I feel so fucking good. y’make me feel so. fucking. good.” slurring her words and repeating simple sentences; that should be enough to convince him that it’s genuine. she was trying to get into it again, but so far, nothing. she made sure to grind down and twist her hips how she knew he loved. on top of it all, she nibbled at his neck, jaw and ear to really get him going. and she knew it was working when his whines got louder with each thrust.

“shit baby, you feel bloody fantastic. please, god, tell me you’re close, need you to cum f’me.”

he was begging and whining for her like that was his sole purpose in this life, which made her feel all the more guilty for how her body was not reacting at all. he could very well be stroking her thumb right now, and it’d probably have the same effect. but she was determined to make him feel good, both physically and mentally, because he deserved it. the last thing she wanted to do was to make him feel guilty about something that he had nothing to do with.

so, she did what any other stupidly in-love woman would do: she faked her fucking orgasm.

“harry, god, fuck, I’m so close- I-“

“yeah, angel? let go f’me, get my cock all wet, c’mon.”

and that’s exactly what she did, or at least, tried to make him believe.

“god fucking- ah!”

and with all the core strength that she had, she squeezed her walls incredibly tight around him. she even tried to put some pressure on her bladder to maybe release some fluids, just to make it more believable. she was all too aware of his eyes on her, staring in awe at her alleged release. and just like she hoped it would, it triggered his own release just mere moments later.

“baby, fuck! that’s it, good god, that’s- oh!”

warm fluid filled her to the brim and she thinks under any other circumstances, the sheer intensity would’ve had to trigger her own orgasm. and yet, there she was.

shame was making her blood run cold, goosebumps littered her skin and she had this sudden urge to get out of the room to forgo any awkward conversation, but she knew she wasn’t going to be that lucky.

“you okay?”

he ripped her out of her thoughts in an instant, and suddenly he was facing her. his face was soft with pleasure, a post-orgasmic glow etched his features and a tired smile was gifted to her. he looked relaxed, comfortable and most of all he looked really, really happy.

she could not mess this up.

“yeah, I’m good. you?”

“very much so, angel.” he moved his hand to her cheek and oh so very softly moved any stray hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. the silence around them felt heavy, almost deafening to her. to him, however, it was pure bliss.

they stared at each other until it became unbearable for her, so she tried to move but his hand on her waist stopped any movement in its tracks.

“wanna cuddle for a bit?”

it became apparent to her that he was holding on to this sliver of positive energy they had created. she felt flattered over the fact that he wanted her around. the feeling however quickly dissipated and was replaced with guilt, shame and fear. she had to be by herself for a bit, she needed to get her head straight.

“let me just do my thing in the loo really quick, okay? i’ll be back before you know it, darling.” she reasoned. he nods, gives her a chaste kiss on the lips and nose, and lets her go. a hiss leaves both of them as she removes herself from him and she makes sure to keep the mess to a minimum. without looking back, she quickly walks to their shared bathroom, locking the door behind her. as soon as her bum hits the toilet seat, the tears flow and the shame begins to manifest itself into a big, green monster in her mind. how could she do this? how could she lie to him about something as stupid as this? more importantly, why could she not come? as the questions multiplied, the answers came short. she never wanted to be this person, and yet, there she was. does she tell him? does she keep the lie going? does she pretend to be so tired and fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillows? she doesn’t want to do any of those things. instead, she selfishly wants to bask in the warmth radiating from her boyfriend, now that he is in post-orgasmic bliss. maybe she’ll be selfish for once if her mind allows it.

“oh god.”

frustration is now emanating from every pore of her body and she decides then that she has to leave this bathroom before things start looking suspicious. so, she finishes up, takes a deep breath and does not dare to look at herself in the mirror as she leaves.

she comes back to their bedroom and is momentarily confused when she finds him in his boxers and surrounded by a cloud of smoke. his back was facing her as he leaned over the railing of the balcony, shoulders visibly sagging with every breath.

“h? why are you smoking? everything okay?”

harry is by no means a smoker. he’s the kind of person to only reach for them when he is going through heavy emotional turmoil. he wouldn’t even smoke when he drank, so this scene was more than upsetting to her. especially because she already had an inkling of what could have possibly caused this action of his.

he turns around, the lazy smile no longer to be seen. instead, his eyes look even more dull than before and his cheeks have a rosy tint to them, almost like he just finished crying himself. she felt her heart sink and suddenly becomes increasingly aware of the severity of the situation.

this was bad.

“why don’t you tell me who you’re cheating on me with, darling.”

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a/n: hiiii, i’m back! sorry it took so long, i’ve been super busy with preparing for my move and also seeing harry in hamburg (and getting covid </3) anyways, this needs a part two, but that isn’t quite finished yet. this is also very different from anything else i’ve ever written before, so any feedback is truly appreciated!!!

4.7k words, not proofread (sorry!), lowercase intended

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Yours In Every Lifetime

Carlos Sainz Jr x Teammate!Fem!Reader

Warnings: a few swear words, being sick, throwing up and a slightly gross description of, a bit of tension between Carlos and Daniel, some sort of mystery illness, ignoring feelings, alcohol and the consumption of, confessions of love, few kisses, being tipsy/drunk, Rupert being matchmaker pt.2, the boys being the best secret keepers.

Word Count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: the highly requested part two!! I hope I lived up to y’all expectations :) **also I skipped Hungary straight to summer break, just go with it :) // anyone who showed an interest in part one, I tagged below! hope that’s okay :))

Part One: In This Lifetime Or Another // Part Three: ‘Till Death Do Us Part

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2022, Sunday @ France

The door knocked, quarter past 9 in the morning and you weren’t set to leave until 10:30. Was Pat already coming to bug you? You call out that you're coming and you head over to open the door.

“Room service,” the man smiled at you, waiting to step in. You let him step by, “I didn’t order anything.” You tell him, watching as he stops the cart and shifts the tray onto the table in your room.

“It’s from another guest.” he says, going to step back out. “Hold on!” You call after him, reaching for your wallet to give him a tip.

The man shakes his head, “that won’t be necessary, miss. It’s been taken care of. Have a nice day,” he smiles at you before leaving you in the doorway.

Your brows pull together as you shut the door and walk over to see what had been sent to you. There’s a large tray on the table, there's all your favourite breakfast foods but when you see the toast with no crust, you realize who had sent you breakfast. There’s a note tucked under the plate and you pull it out.

Good luck Pep.

XO, Chilli

You smile to yourself before finding your phone to send a text to the man.

To Chilli Sainz: Come help me eat all this.

It’s another 5 minutes before there’s a knock on your door and you call out to come in. When you turn, you’re met with a bright red t-shirt screaming at you. “Good morning,” you smile at him, pouring out a cup of coffee before sitting down.

Carlos locks the door and walks over, pressing a kiss to your head. “Morning cariño,” he walks around and sits across from you. You slide the cup over to him and pour out another one for you.

The two of you split the food, eating in comfortable silence. You hadn’t done this since his days at McLaren. It was nice to know that some things don’t change.

He broke the silence first. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“About what?” You hum, taking a bite of your toast and clearly ignoring the tension weighing on you both.

Neither of you had spoken since Austria. Rupert had come back just after Carlos admitted that to you and picked up Harlow, Carlos had left with them.

“Nothing.” He breathes, watching as you take a sip of your coffee. Your hand waivers for a moment before you set the cup down after taking a sip; Carlos notices.

“You okay?” he asks, picking at a piece of watermelon.

“Fine, why?” you ask, passing a hand through your hair and sighing. “You look kinda..”

“What?” you look at him, resting your hand flat on the table. “You look pale, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just jetlag.” You lie, fully well knowing it was not that.

You had been feeling woozy since Tuesday but you brushed it off and assumed it was the heat and the travelling. You were now starting to think it was more than that and you weren't even sure if you’d be able to drive if you kept feeling like this. Today was an important race, points were needed to bump McLaren up and both you and Daniel needed to be in tip top shape.

Carlos leaves 15 minutes later, telling you he’d see you around the track.

You two arrive 20 minutes after each other and you bump onto your favourite ginger on the way to the McLaren garage. “How are you?” He asks, pulling you into a hug that makes you lose your balance for a second.

“Good, how are you ?” you ask, pulling away.

“Good, hot.” He chuckles, glancing up at the sun shining down on the track. You nod, pulling your shirt away from your torso a few times, giving yourself some cool air. You make your way to the garage, collapsing into a chair when you step inside, the sun and you were not friends today.

“Daniel!” you call for your teammate, making grabby hands at his water bottle. He hands it over to you, leaning on the all next to you as he watches you chug the water down.

“You okay?” He asks and you groan; those stupid words again.

“I’m fine, Dan.” you hand him back the almost empty water bottle and stand. “Ready for today ?” You smile at him.

Daniel’s hands are on your shoulders, giving you a shake. “Let’s fucking get it!” He shouts, making you laugh and you shallow the urge to puke. You excuse yourself to change, making your way to your driver’s room only to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

You hadn't left your driver's room yet and you were sweating through your fireproofs. You changed into another pair and pulled your race suit up to your hips. It’s nearly 40 degrees out today, and you were not built for the heat.

The walk back to the garage which usually took 2 minutes felt like a whole mile and between the heat and the blurred vision you were currently having, you wanted to call out of the race.

You can’t.

They need the points.

You need the points.

You force yourself into the car, putting on your helmet and taking a few breaths before pulling out of the garage.

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The race was nothing but a mindfuck.

Even completely fine, Paul Ricard did not sit well with you, leaving you dizzy every time. The heat and the blurry vision caused you to swerve a bit, clipping Pierre’s front wing with yours as you rounded turn 4 and you both had to pit for a change. 98% of the race, you weren't exactly sure where you were and you were following whoever was in front of you.

It was a kick in the side to know that you could have done better but you didn’t. You had a few slips, swerving which caused you to drop a few places and end in 7th. When you pull into parc fermé, you lean back and rest your eyes for a few moments as you try to gather the strength to get out of the car.

One tug and you pull your helmet off and your balaclava in another tug. You pass a hand through your hair and lean your head back, catching your breath. Your head is spinning and pounding simultaneously all while your heart is racing and you can hear it in your ears at this point. Someone pats your shoulder and you look over to see your teammate, Daniel.

“P7, not too shabby.” He smiles at you, his signature grin on his face.

You hum, eyes closed. Daniel’s brows pull together as he looks down at you in the car. He crouches down, shifting himself to block you from the cameras.

“Talk to me, what’s going on? You look like you’re gonna pass out, kid.” Daniel loved to call you kid even though you were only 8 years younger than him.

“I feel like it,” you give him a soft chuckle, sitting up to pull your wheel off.

Daniel watches you struggle for a minute before pulling it off for you, resting it under the halo as he gets up.

Daniel grabs your hand, helping you out the car as you two head back to the garage. His arm is over your shoulder; a typical stance from the two of you to the large crowd but to you, Daniel was your only support at the moment. All your weight was being rested on the man as he walked you two back to the garage. Straight past the crew and to your driver’s room before he sets you down on the couch.

No one thought anything of it but Carlos noticed you and Daniel passing by. The way you were leaning on him resembled a very drunk you leaving the club; except he knew you weren’t drunk so what was really going on?

He excused himself from the crowds and followed you two back to your driver’s room.

Daniel rests your helmet on your table, watching as you tug on the strap of your race suit, undoing it before unzipping it. You tug the race suit down to your hips and lay back, Daniel comes over, switches on the fan in your room and holds the drink bottle out for you, resting the straw by your lips.

“Small sips,” he tells you, the palm of his hand pressed to your forehead to feel for a temperature.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks you when you sit up, “light headed, dizzy.” you whisper, eyes closed.

“Do you want to see the doctor? I think you should, kiddo.” “No! I’m fine,” you assure the man.

You weren’t fine. Something was definitely wrong and you couldn't place what it was but you knew it wasn't okay. You probably picked up a stomach bug or it was one of those one day fever stints but the heat and the 2 hours spent driving in circles was not helping.

“Y/n, I'm taking you to see the doctor, come on.” He pulls you up but you drop back onto the couch. “Danny, I'm fine. Just need some rest.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Daniel grumbles, “this is more than needing rest, y/n.”

“Daniel please, I don't want to go.” You finally look at him and Daniel sighs. He goes to speak but there's a knock on your door. He opens it and he’s surprised to see the Ferrari race suit in front of him.

“Carlos ?” he didn’t even have time to say much else when the Spaniard pushed into the room. “You shouldn’t be here,” Daniel says.

He knew you and Carlos were on rocky terms but he also knew that you two had shared a moment in Austria. Daniel was like the annoying big brother that you always wanted and you found yourself opening up to him randomly, telling him everything that was on your chest. He had always been a shoulder to cry on when things go wrong or the same shoulders that lift you up in triumph when you succeed.

Carlos ignored Daniel, now crouched down in front of you. His hands rests on your knees, his eyes studying your pale, sweaty skin. “Qué sucedió? Estás bien?” he asks you softly, rubbing your knee.

You shrug, head back and your eyes closed as you speak. “No me siento muy bien, claramente.” Even when you were sick, you still found a way to give him attitude.

Daniel didn’t know you understood Spanish, let alone spoke it. “Hate to break up the moment, but she seriously needs to see the doctor and Carlos, mate - you’ve gotta go.”

Something in Carlos flips, he gets up and turns to Daniel. “You think so ? You think she needs to see the doctor ?” He scoffs, his arms folded across his chest. “She’s your teammate, Daniel. How the fuck could you let her race in that condition ?” He shouts, now pointing to you and you have no energy to keep up with them and their bickering.

“Me?” Daniel points to himself. “Am I her keeper, Carlos ? Yes, I’m her teammate and I asked her multiple times if she's okay. She assured me she was and she didn't look like that before the race so don’t put this shit on me,” he shouts back at the Ferrari driver.

“Get out.” Carlos says plainly. That caught your attention, you manage to pull yourself up and your hand is pressed to the armrest of the couch to hold your balance.

“What ?” Daniel scoffs, clearly amused at Carlos’ sudden display of interest in you.

“Carlos, stop it.” you whisper, the words barely coming out. “Dan, you don’t have-”

“No, no.” Your teammate sighs, “it’s okay. I’m a phone call away if you need me, kid.” Daniel tells you, stepping out and leaves you with Carlos, who turns to face you and you look at him, the disgust on your face making him sick to his stomach.

“Where's Pat?” He asks, knowing your PT is never too far from you. “Had a family emergency, left mid race.” You hum, sipping on the water from the bottle Daniel left on the couch.

“Okay,” Carlos paces the room for a second, “clearly you can’t go to press like that.” He tells you and you roll your eyes.

“I think I look great.” You say, now sitting on the couch again. Carlos smiles, coming over to brush the hair from your face. “You always look beautiful.” He says, looking around for something.

He grabs your phone off the table, “password?”

“Same as it’s always been.” You tell him, he nods. The two of you had set the same password after a mishap in Japan 2019 where one of you -cough, him, cough- got a little too drunk and couldn’t remember their room number or the password to their phone which had the room number in it. After that day, you set the same password for emergencies like that.

He calls Rupert and tells him he needs a huge favour and within the next ten minutes, Rupert is in your driver’s room with a change of clothes for Carlos and is willing to stay with you during Carlos’s time with the press. You assure both of them that none of this is necessary and that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. Based on the fact that you were about to fall asleep mid sentence, they both ignored your assurance and Rupert stayed with you for that hour before Carlos came back.

Your team was more than understanding, it was clear you weren’t in the best of conditions right now and needed the rest.

Your health takes priority over any press.

At some point, he takes you out the back and to the parking lot, you’re strapped into the car as he pulls out. You’re in and out of consciousness for most of the drive before the car stops and he takes you up to your hotel room. It’s early in the afternoon compared to when the drivers usually return so you don’t have any paparazzi to deal with before heading upstairs.

You aren't fully sure how you change out of your clothes or how you get onto the bed with a thermometer stuck under your arm but you were. You heard Carlos tell you have a fever before you fell asleep.

It feels like a long time that you had been asleep before you woke up with the sudden urge to throw up. You aren't even sure if Carlos is still in the room but you’re off the bed and into the bathroom in record time. You’re now kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up for the second time that day; you hadn't eaten anything other than some eggs and toast, coffee and a few pieces of fruit that morning but all of that had been emptied prior to the race. At this point, it was just the water you had been drinking in order to keep yourself hydrated and stomach acid.

It burned your throat when it came up and by the time you were done, you were exhausted.

Carlos knocked on the door, sticking his head in to see you on the floor, leaning on the cupboards under the counter. When he steps in, you’re leaned over and throwing up again. He moves to behind you, pulling your hair away from your face and rubbing your back softly.

You groan, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your hoodie before leaning back against Carlos. The man props you up for a moment, flushing the toilet before helping you pull off the hoodie. He tosses it off to the side before letting you fall back against him.

“You don’t have to be here.” You whisper to him.

“I know.” He answers, his hand reaching to hold yours.

“You know I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.” You say and he looks down at you, “what ?”

“You always pushed me to be my best, it’s funny because I haven’t found that anyone else.” You admit to him.

Carlos brushes the hair from your hair, writing up your words to sleepy delirium before carrying you to bed. He sets you on the bed, your words running through his mind over and over. He puts the trashcan next to the bed in case you need to throw up again and he sits beside you, rubbing your side softly before pulling the blanket up to your waist.

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2022, Monday @ France

The next morning, the sun wakes you up. You sit up and stretch the stiffness away as you look around and adjust to the sudden light in the room. You look over to see the man sleep on his stomach, his hands tucked under the pillow and his brown hair sprawled all over. The sight warms your heart when you lean over to kiss his cheek but then you remember the events of last night; you decide against it before getting up to get yourself ready. An hour in the bathroom, two rounds of brushing your teeth and a shower from head to toe and you were finally starting to feel clean.

When you get out of the bathroom, you find Carlos sitting on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Smells like lavender,” he calls, laying back on the pillows.

“Yeah, my shampoo.” you tell him, looking for your lotion.

The fluffy white robe was wrapped around you as you searched. You climb onto the bed when you find it, stretching your leg out to rub the lotion on your skin.

“How you feeling ?” he asks, looking over at you.

“Better; not wanting to puke so that’s a plus.” you chuckle. Carlos nods, “no more dizziness or anything like that?” he asks you, double checking.

“All clear now; I think it was probably one of those one day fever bullshit.” You shrug, getting up to look for something to wear. “You hungry ?” he asks, rolling over to grab the room service menu off the nightstand.

“Kinda.” you find some shorts and a t-shirt and disappear into the bathroom to get dressed. When you come back, Carlos is on the phone ordering breakfast for you two while you search for your own phone.

You find it and scroll through what you missed as you get back onto the bed. There’s a few emails to answer and texts but one person crosses your mind.

To Danny Ric: I’m sorry for his behaviour yesterday. He’s an ass sometimes

From Danny Ric: An ass that clearly cares about you. All good kiddo, I'll blame it on the heat haha

From Danny Ric: Feeling better?

To Danny Ric: much, needed some rest and meds but I’m feeling better.

To Danny Ric: Still good for Ibiza ??

From Danny Ric: Of course! Gotta get through Hungary first but we’ll head out home to repack and then head out from there

To Danny Ric: perfect :) I know you fly out today, have a safe flight

From Danny Ric: will do, be safe and make smart choices kiddo (use protection!)

To Danny Ric: GROSS!

You laugh at Daniel’s message and toss your phone on the other end of the bed. “What’s so funny?” Carlos asks, you shake your head. “Just Daniel being a weirdo.”

“Food should be up in 15.” He tells you and you nod, laying back beside him. “Any plans for the break?” Carlos asks, making small talk to fill the awkward silence.

“Yeah, headed to Ibiza with Danny for a week or two; undecided how long. You?”

“That’s nice,” Carlos says, “I'm headed there too but going home to spend some time with the family in Mallorca first.”

“Good, good. I know how much you guys love it there.” You glance at him and he smiles, nodding.

A part of Carlos wants to tell you to ditch Daniel and come home with him.

He knows you love Mallorca as much as he does; the two of you had spent one half of the winter break there together before spending he went home to Madrid with his family and you went home to yours. He knew it would be wrong of him to interfere with your plans so he left it as it is, not wanting to push his luck.

He counts his blessing that you let him back in this much so quickly because after the whole Ferrari announcement fiasco, he realized how hard it had gotten for you to trust people. The warm, bubbly side of you slipped away and it had been since before he left McLaren.

Carlos never forgave himself for that because somehow, in some twisted way, he feels like it’s his fault you lost your innocence. You shut out people and showed them some facade when he knows there’s a different version of you buried all of that; a side of you that only he knows.

“Maybe I’ll see you in Ibiza,” he smiles and you nod, smiling back at him.

“Maybe.”

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Mallorca, 2022.

It’s the third week into your four week break and you had been in Ibiza for the last two weeks. You had bumped into Max and Charles there but no sign of the Spaniard.

Daniel had called it quits after the two weeks of partying and day drinking, heading back home to Monaco to rest for the next two weeks. You, on the other hand, were not ready to give up just yet. You found yourself in Spain for some of the Spanish sunshine because nothing beats the feeling. Some of your girlfriends were coming to meet you up there but not for another few days.

And that’s how you found yourself on a beach in Mallorca all by yourself. You were laying on the lounger, a beer on the table beside you and your book in your hand as you soaked up the warmth the sun was giving you.

At least you were until something, rather someone, blocks the sun from you. You shut the book and push your sunglasses into your hair and away from your face. You look up and see the tall, slightly tanner ginger standing in front of you.

“Rup?!” You can't help but laugh because it felt so unreal and random to bump into him here of all places. “Hey you.” he smiles, sitting on the end of your lounger.

“What're you doing here?” you ask, “I could ask you the same thing.” He answers.

“Where are the girls?” you look around for his wife and daughter.

“They’re with Alex’s friends today, they kicked me out to have a girls’ day so I ended up. Last I saw, you were on a jet ski at 4am in Ibiza.” He laughed, “how’d you end up here?”

“Daniel headed back to Monaco and I was craving some more sunshine and I ended up here. My friends are coming but they won’t be here for another 2 days.”

“So I take it you have no plans for tonight then?”

“Unless you count wine and pizza as plans but other than that, no.”

“Come to dinner; We’re all at Carlos’ place. I’ll text you the address.” He says, getting up. You shook your head, “I couldn’t impose like that.”

“No imposition, y/n. You’re family too.” He gives you a smile before walking off. A few minutes later, you get a text for him which was the address.

Too late to back out now.

---

The baby blue linen dress sat on your body perfectly and yet you felt like you were overdressed for this. Nonetheless, you knocked on the door and waited.

Carlos opened the door, his eyes widen and his head falls to the side when he sees you. “Pep, what are- hi.” He smiles, confusion on his face. “What’re you doing here?” He eyes the baby blue dress you had on.

“I uh- I bumped into Rupert at the beach and he invited me for dinner. I hope that’s okay.” You say before lifting your arm slightly to show Carlos the two bottles you were cradling. “I wasn’t sure if it was a wine night or a whiskey one, so I brought both.”

Carlos laughed, stepping aside for you to come in. Rupert was walking to the kitchen when he noticed you. “Y/n! You made it!” he smiles, walking over to meet you. He takes one of the bottles from you and reads the label, he faces Carlos and shows him. “She splurged for the good stuff,” he wiggled the bottle in front of his friend before he led you to the back deck where everyone was.

“Daniel said it was a good one,” you chuckle at the man’s reaction. Carlos’ smile drops. “Is he.. here too?” Carlos asks and you shake your head.

“No no, he’s back in Monaco. I called him from the store.” You laughed.

“Boys! This is y/n, and she brought booze. Say hi!” Rupert sets the bottle down and you follow suit, waving hi to the guys. You knew most of them, Carlos’s cousins and a few of his friends.

“Hope I’m not crashing the party,” you laugh when Caco calls you over next to him.

“You’re always welcomed,” he nudged you, handing you a beer.

Dinner was nice, you hadn’t laughed that hard a long time. Everyone was sitting at the table outside and you were sandwiched between the two Carlos’ as you sipped on your wine. The guys had opened the bottle of whiskey you brought halfway through dinner and are now polishing off the last of it. You watched as Rupert poured the last into a glass, shaking out the last drops and handing it over to Carlos who was sitting to your left.

“Speech, speech, speech!” The guys drunkenly chanted to their friend.

Carlos stands, the glass in his hand as he clears his throat. “To family and friends, to spending nights together, to laughing until we cry, to love and life,” he glances at you with a smile on his face, “cheers!” he lifts the glass, the guys booing at the shortness of the toast and he laughed, sipping the whiskey.

The table is covered in empty bottles and plates, everyone drunk and full, on their way to bed. You and Caco bring in the last of the plates before he kisses your temple, telling you goodnight and heading to bed himself.

Most of the guys had claimed the bedrooms already so you were about to make yourself comfortable on the couch instead of searching for a room when you found Carlos half asleep on the couch.

“Chilli,” you nudged him, sitting beside him. Your tipsiness starting to wear off. “Carlosssss” you call, shaking him and he finally looks at you. “What what whaaaat?” he sleepily smiles.

“Go to bed,” you give him a shove and he topples off the couch from the lack of balance. You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh. Carlos sits up and rubs his arm, “are you okay?” you ask, slipping off your sandals.

“Fine, why are you laying down?” he gets up, looking at you as you make yourself comfortable on the couch. “I’m going to sleep?” You say as if it was obvious.

“Here? No.” he grabs your hand, pulling you to sit up. “Come to bed with me.”

“What ?”

“What- no! I can’t let you sleep on the couch when I have a whole bed to myself.” Carlos is pulling you up the stairs with him to his bedroom.

You toss yourself on the bed, sinking into the soft covers. “Why didn’t you let me stay here last time?” you glance at the man who was getting on the bed.

“You’re the one that suggested different rooms, I told you to stay with me.” He reminds you of your words from the Christmas trip to Mallorca. You ignore him and pull the covers over you.

“I was serious, you know.” He whispers into the silence and you look back over at him. “Serious about?” You ask.

Carlos turns to face you. “What I said in Austria; I miss you.”

“I’m here, aren't I?” You whisper, facing him.

“That's not what I mean, y/n, and you know that.”

You sigh, running a hand over your face. You had sobered up a bit since dinner and so had he but was anything he said true? Did he really mean it or was it just some twisted way of keeping you close? You were all but 22 when you realized you were in love with your teammate.

Is that really even love or was it just the fact that you two spent so much time together that it developed into more?

“What do you mean then, Carlos? What do you want me to say?” You sigh once more.

"Kiss me.” He says.

You look at the man as if he had grown a second head. “What?”

Carlos doesn’t repeat himself, instead he pulls you in for a kiss. He managed to pull you onto his lap, you don’t fight him on that. One hand cupping his cheek and the other on the back of his neck, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

The way his hands fit against your back or the way you sit perfectly against him, from the moment his lips touched yours, it was game over.

Feelings over complicated things.

No need for that.

Two people can enjoy each other’s company without feelings and strings attached.

Carlos flips you two over, you caged in under his arms as you look up at him. You smile, his cheek flushed and his hair a mess from you running your hand through it. Surely your pink chapstick has smudged all over and you knew for a half that your dress had been pulled down just enough for him to leave a mark or two across your chest.

The man leans down to kiss you again, whispering the 3 words you had hoped to hear since you were 22; “I love you.”

You let out a breath, your eyes meeting his brown ones. “I love you.” You whispered back.

So much for no feelings.

----

The next morning, the balcony door was cracked open to let some air into the room but Carlos was still fast asleep next to you. The house was quiet and surely the guys were still sleeping too; with the amount of liquor they drank last night, there’s no way anyone was waking up before noon. Surprisingly, you woke up with no headache which was a win. It was a little past 10 when you quietly got out of the bed in hopes of not waking Carlos. You peek into the drawers to find something to change into and you find some before changing and heading downstairs.

There’s no one downstairs, the guys were as you suspected, still sleeping. You tidying up the kitchen quietly, washing the dishes before starting on breakfast.

It’s a while before you hear the footsteps on the stairs and you turn to see Carlos coming down, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy from sleep. He sits on the stool by the counter, “cute outfit.” He eyes the blue shorts and salmon colour button up you had on with a smile on his lips.

“Thanks, hope you don’t mind.” You call, your attention on the bacon on the stove.

“I figured you borrowed something - saw your dress on the chair.” He yawns, dropping his head onto his arms on the counter. He looked up again, cheek pressed to his arm, “you don’t have to make breakfast you know, we can just go out somewhere.”

“There’s no cure better for a hangover than some greasy breakfast food; and before you complain, there's still 2 weeks to work it back off so I don’t want to hear it.” You point the spatula at him as he laughed.

He gets up, turning on the coffee machine to make coffee for the two of you, he’s leaning on the counter behind you as he waits, his eyes fixed on you as you hummed whatever song was on your mind as you cooked.

He could get used to this; domestic life with you. A quiet morning, the two of you enjoying the silence before the kids join you or in this case, the guys.

You turn to grab something from the counter behind you and you bump into Carlos. “Hi,” you look up at him, “hi,” he smiles. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“The guys gonna be down soon,” you whisper to him, noticing the glint of wickedness in his big brown eyes.

Carlos shrugs, turning the two of you so you’re against the counter before he hoists you onto it. His fingers find the buttons on your shirt, undoing them as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Carlos,” you breathe, his lips on your neck. He hums against your skin, “they’ll be down soon.”

“So?” He asks, moving back to kiss you.

The moment his lips touch yours, you lose all track of time, his hands roaming your body, chest pressed to yours as your legs wrap around his waist. It wasn’t long after that you two were interrupted by the smoke alarm starting to blare, the bacon on the stove had started to burn and neither of you noticed until then. At that point, neither of you had a choice but to pull away and go fix the situation.

Carlos took down the alarm, shutting it off while you moved the bacon off the stove and turned it off before opening the doors and windows to let the smoke out.

You two were looking at each other, laughing. The footsteps start to fill the once quiet hour and Carlos stands in front of you, his back to the staircase as he quickly buttons up the shirt he just undid before the guys come down.

“What happened?” Rupert asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Bacon burnt, accidentally set the stove too high.” you hum, going to the fridge to get more as Carlos made himself some coffee.

The boys pitched in to finish cooking breakfast, all of you scattered across the couches and floor as you ate your greasy food and drank coffee. The promise of no more mixing liquor was spoken just as they begun making plans to go to the club later that night. After that, everyone tidying up the rest of the mess, restoring some order to the house before heading off one by one to shower or go for a run, the guys busying themselves as you sat outside, soaking up the warmth under the Spanish sun.

Someone hands a glass to you, you take it and look over to see Carlos sitting beside you. “Mom’s lemonade,” he tells you as you eye the yellow liquid in the glass. “She made some for us to bring.” he lays back, his arms tucked behind his head.

You nod, taking a sip before setting the glass down.

“I meant it.” He says to you.

“Meant what ?” You know exactly what he meant.

“I love you, y/n. I always have.” Carlos looks at you. “I’ve loved you from the moment I met you, from the first time you walked into the room, from when you won your first race, to the time you spent bothering me; you’re the love of my life.”

“Seems a bit dramatic.” you teased him, making him roll his eyes. “Remember what you asked me in Austria?”

“Which part are you asking about specifically?”

“When you asked if we could have been something else,” he sits up, facing you. You nod, looking at him. “You told me if we had met some other way then maybe we could have been more, in some other lifetime.” He reminds you.

“What about it?” You ask.

“Why wait? Not this one?”

“What are you really asking me, Carlos ?”

“What are we waiting for, y/n? We love each other and we both know that life is so short; we put ourselves at risk with our jobs everyday. I’m not giving that up and I’m not asking you too but why can’t we try?” He reaches for your hand, and you glance down at them before looking back at him.

“You’re serious ? Because I can’t go through this again - us not speaking, us being at odds. I can’t if this won’t work.” You admit to him.

Carlos nods, “I know. So we’ll try. Us against the world, remember ?” he reminds you of what you used to tell him before team meetings.

You smile, nodding. “Yeah.”

-----

Three Years Later @ Barcelona.

After that night in Mallorca with Carlos, things started to fall into place.

McLaren sat in a solid 4th place that year in the Constructors’. The following year, you brought home the Drivers’ and Constructors’ Championships for the team alongside Daniel. You said goodbye to your beloved papaya team and made the move down the pit line to Mercedes. Your first year there, you won your second Drivers’ championship, adding another win to Mercedes’ impressive history.

You’re now in your second year with Mercedes, with George as your teammate. You’ve got two championships under your belt, you're also one of the top 3 contenders for this year’s championship alongside Charles and Max.

You couldn’t be more than happy with your life.

It's the Spanish Grand Prix, summer break is two races away and there has been talk of a wedding amongst the drivers. The reporters and fans have been swarming like sharks to find out who’s getting married.

Bets are on George and Carmen or even Alex and Lily but no one even so much looked in your direction or Carlos’.

It's known that you and Carlos are both in relationships, very private and your significant other is never at the paddock but yet you two post photos displaying some mystery person in very romantic contexts. You’ve also been spotted with a ring looped onto your chain with your driver’s number on it. No one can confirm whether it’s real or not because it’s all been word of mouth and there’s no actual proof.

The reporters are swarming once again in the press conference, asking what everyone is up to for the break. It's Carlos, you, Mick, Alex, Daniel and Pierre in the afternoon press conference. They had tried their luck in the morning conference with the other drivers, asking if they’d be heading to this mystery wedding only to get a yes and a sly smile.

The man asks the question; “what’s everyone up too for the break?” Starting with Daniel.

Daniel shrugs, “headed home for my nephew’s birthday after the wedding.”

Pierre and Mick had the same answers, “the wedding and then travelling.”

Alex of course, had to tease the reporters. “Well you know, Lily and I have big plans for this break, we're getting.. another dog!” He laughed at their groans and reactions. “Of course we're headed to the wedding too.”

You glance at Carlos who smiles at you and gives you a slight nod before the reporter turns to you. “So, y/n. Will you be at this mystery wedding as well?” He asks and you laugh.

Your leg was crossed over the other, blocking your left hand that sat on your lap. The diamond ring sat snugly on your left ring finger. “I would think so,” you smile and the reporter asks another question, “invite get lost in the mail?” he jokes, earning some chuckles.

“I’d hope not since it’s my wedding.” You laughed, the room went silent for a moment trying to gauge if you’re serious or not. Carlos reaches over to your lap, holding your left hand to show off the big rock. He kisses the back of your hand and sets it on his lap.

The drivers erupt cheers, the reporters instantly put two and two together. You and Carlos’ secret relationships had been with each other and you’re getting married now.

You smile at your fiancé, your hand squeezing his. “Te amo,” you whisper to him and he hums, kissing your hand once again.

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Part One: In This Lifetime Or Another // Part Three: ‘Till Death Do Us Part

qué sucedió? estás bien? - what happened? Are you okay? // no me siento muy bien, claramente - I'm not feeling very well, clearly

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itgirlgyu · 11 months

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˖ ֗ txt and big spoons!

⋆ ࣪ 🌿 ミ i have no idea what goes in my head. ot5! x fem! reader.

ਏਓ... WORD COUNT/ 1265!

.... WARNING: IT GETS MORE AND MORE UNHINGED AS YOU GO DOWN! extremely unrealistic. ִ° ⋆

yeonjun...

so we already know that our boy likes his bites large.

likes why is it even called mouthful if you're not getting a glasgow smile.

so when you wake up one day at night and when you're going to the bathroom next to the kitchen.

you hear something and you grab your barbed baseball bat that you keep beside the fridge that you use whenever beomgyu barges in crying for more doritos

you tiptoe to the kitchen and you see a silhouette moving.

with one hand on the switch and another gripping the bat you're ready to swing.

but you come face to face with your boyfriend stuffing a big ass spoon of his favourite ice cream into his mouth.

it being lodged in a way that he can't even yell.

but you can

so you yell and he's surprised and working on his instinct he flings the tub at you to defend himself

because he hadn't registered that it's his girlfriend.

so now he's icing your forehead on the floor of the kitchen while apologising profusely while you sit there contemplating how he even stuck that huge spoon into his mouth.

soobin…

he's a big spooner, like the actual term of it.

and he likes to assume he's the ever loving cute boyfriend who loves to cuddle

but the problem is that everytime he spoons you

you feel like getting smothered by a giant monster that could only be conjured by lovecraft.

you know the creator of cthulhu.

his extra large, lanky limbs snaking on top of you like a very familiar scene of a specific genre of anime.

not hentai, it's when you get strangled by said tentacles in hentai.

and you refuse to tell him that because you know he will get sad

you'd rather squeeze fresh lemon into your eyes before telling soobin what is equivalent to,

"your love smothers me."

so after days of contemplation, and suffrage you come up with the perfect way to save both you and your relationship.

everytime you feel his hold getting tighter and your oxygen level depleting

you just punch him slightly in the gut which causes him to turn back times and if he wakes up you pretend to sleep.

so he won't be able to bring it up with you.

and once he's a bit away from you.

you distance yourself from him, so that you're able to sleep without having to worry about dying randomly on a wednesday night.

beomgyu ...

beomgyu is literally a thumbelina.

he's so tiny and precious and adorable.

you had never thought much of it.

probably because you were like, oh yeah my boyfriend is so adorable.

what you didn't know is that he's keeping a secret from you.

so this one time, you were eating your breakfast in the afternoon, as one does.

with your milk poured in the bowl, you get a call as you leave to pick it up.

beomgyu appears and he is like,

"wheee a big bowl of milk."

and then takes most of his clothes off and transforms into a tiny little fairy and dives into the bowl of milk to give himself a good, beautifying bath to begin his day.

but his relaxation soon turns into panic when he notices your figure approaching.

so beomgyu resorts to hiding in the milk, but as you pour the cereal into the bowl.

his stress level keeps on climbing on a peak he didn't know he was capable of.

beomgyu knew his love for you would consume him one day but he didn't expect you to consume him before it happened.

that too literally.

beomgyu is thanking everybody and seeking forgiveness for every and any sin he has committed in his lifetime as you take a spoonful of your breakfast.

beomgyu feels as though his time has finally come when he finds himself lodged on your normal spoon, which now is a giant vessel of death for him, with a few of the fruitloops to keep him company.

but maybe his stress level had reached its ultimate peak and broken the meter because before you can even grasp the little bug looking thing is actually your boyfriend.

beomgyu appears before you, drenched in milk in only his underwear.

and that's how you find out that your boyfriend is a shape shifting pocket fairy.

at first you were like okay that's weird, that's suspicious.

now having him everywhere is kind of cute.

but i'm afraid yall became that couple.

those who don't even go to the bathroom without each other.

taehyun…

taehyun is not a violent person by nature.

that's what you always assumed.

like you saw this man was well known in the campus for annihilating your three lineages without speaking a curse word.

so yeah everyone knows how dangerous he might have been despite being a man of non-violence.

but that all changed then you were practicing a ritual to debut as the new witch in your clan around 3:33 am.

the last thing you expected was taehyun rushing in behind a panicked huening kai, who missed your pentagon by mere inches, and behind him was taehyun holding a metal spoon in his hand, probably aiming at huening kai.

you don't know what happens next but as soon as taehyun steps on the ring, it triggers some sort of lights to go off and taehyun starts levitating.

and before you can see what had transpired, taehyun had disappeared.

right before your eyes.

because of your ritual.

you were rightfully panicking, dialling your coven leader's number with your shaky fingers when a dishevelled taehyun appeared back into the circle.

the spoon was gone and taehyun looked extremely traumatized with his clothes tattered and donning a stubble.

"i think i altered history…"

and then next day you find out that taehyun shortly became the closest assistant of isaac newton because after the apple fell on him and taehyun's spoon punted from his hands to isaac newton's head, further proving the theory of gravity.

also later you both find out it was his 200 IQ and the vibrations from his metal spoon that flung him back in the past.

huening kai…

he's your local superhero.

but he's still new so he's kind of still clumsy but he's so cute.

always says it's the power of community and love that helped him save the day.

and half of the population believes him, because his control over his power is um…

like if you knock into the windows of a high rise building, and crash into the stalls along the street because you haven't learned when to stop and brake properly.

public isn't gonna love you all the time.

but it's still cute to some people I guess.

cause other half of the population find it extremely adorable!

and he got like 6 fan pages.

if we avoid the 10 other hate pages.

so how you knew him is one of the days he was practicing his flying after drinking three cans of red bulls.

it started fine, until it wasn't.

and before huening kai could gather his thoughts he comes crashing in through the open balcony of your living room.

proceeding to break half of the stuff in there.

with his mouth open, because screaming obviously.

the spoon full of chocolate cake you were holding in front of your face placing itself perfectly inside his mouth.

breaking his acceleration and causing him to stop skidding.

with your spoon stuck in his mouth.

"wow that's a big spoon but good cake, did you make it?"

@ITGIRLGYU 2023/ FEEDBACKS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

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28. “take it like a good girl and stop whining”

Hear me out ok. Aether overstimming dew after dew wouldn’t stop bugging aether while he was trying to practise so he tamed that brat to calm him down

~ @atmosghoul

Oh, this was real fun to do @atmosghoul X3

Content Warnings: Cockwarming, oral, bondage with cuffs, anal toys, overstimming Dewdrop, quintessence use, hypnosis, multiple orgasms, implied cum eating, very spicy ya'll

Word Count: 533

“Don’t you move an inch, Firefly. I’ll go to the next level if you do,” Aether grumbled, running a hand through Dewdrop’s hair. The fire ghoul whined, unable to speak with Aether’s cock deep down his throat. His hands were tied behind his back with black cuffs that could only be removed with Aether’s quintessence. The more he struggled against the cuffs, the tighter they became. He looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, begging for him to show him some kind of attention.

He loved Dewdrop, but the fire ghoul had been acting like a brat all afternoon. It started with him playfully pushing his drink off the table during breakfast and running off before Aether could say anything. When he wouldn’t stop pestering him while he was practicing his guitar was when Aether had enough and dragged the fire ghoul back to his room.

Dewdrop continued to whine, wiggling his ass that was full of a vibrating toy. Aether held the remote in one hand and a book in the other. He held up the remote, his thumb hovering over the button. Dewdrop’s eyes widened as he pressed the button and moaned around his cock, his eyes briefly rolling back. The fire ghoul came once again, making a mess on Aether’s rug. He would make him clean that up later with his mouth.

“Take it like a good girl and stop whining, Firefly. Once I finish these next few chapters, I’ll give you some attention,” Aether crowed, moving his hips a bit and biting his lip. Dewdrop’s mouth was so hot and oh so wet around his cock. He couldn’t help but grunt when he felt a bit of precum spill into Dewdrop. The fire ghoul’s breathing was ragged as he tried to stay still.

Aether wanted to take his time with the book, but as the minutes passed by, he couldn’t help the arousal he was feeling as he grew hard in Dewdrop’s mouth once again. There was a knowing look in Dewdrop’s eyes as he smiled, looking absolutely irresistible. Aether couldn’t resist such an inviting smile from his beloved ghoul, but he had to teach him a lesson for being a brat all day.

“You’re not getting any yet, Firefly,” he grumbled, closing his eyes and reaching out to him with his quintessence. Dewdrop’s eyes grew heavy as he looked downward and bobbed his head down on his cock, not making another sound.

“That’s much better. Good pet,” Aether purred, petting the top of his head and making the smaller ghoul purr and slowly sway his tail around.

Once he was done with reading the book, he would bring Dewdrop out of his trance and give him some proper attention. He loved him, but he was a brat and brats needed taming. Was this going to teach him any kind of lesson? Probably not knowing Dewdrop. It was only going to be a manner of hours before he was back to being a brat.

“Oh Firefly. What am I gonna do with you?” Aether murmured, flipping a page and smirking as the fire ghoul moaned softly around his cock when he came again, the stain growing on the floor.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether x dewdrop #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

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bangchanbabygurl · 3 months

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03: Small Progress { Pomegranates and Tulips }

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 1,882 Words

╚» Now playing —» Hearts Like Ours by The Naked And Famous

I slip on my favorite cardigan; I exhale softly. Seungkwan had been bugging me to have breakfast with him since last night; Mingyu even volunteered to join us, catching Seungkwan and me by surprise. Of course, I had to give in to join due to Mingyu being the company's CEO. No one can say no to him; literally, he would pout all day.

I push my hair behind my ear as I grab my shoes and bag before walking out of my room, "You're up early, especially on a Saturday." Hansol said, closing the kitchen cabinet. "Yeah, well, Seungkwan kept pestering me about having breakfast and that Mingyu is joining us," I said. Eunseo smiled as she turned off the stove. "That's great Y/N; you're making small progress." She says; Hansol nods. "Good, you're doing good, Y/N." He said I gave them a small smile before leaving the apartment.

I tie my shoes and waiting for the elevator to arrive; I receive a text from Seungkwan as I step inside.

Seungkwan: Just stepped inside the lobby.

The elevator doors open, and I spot the cheerful guy immediately. He wasn't wearing his usual grey suit, but rather casual clothes. It felt strange seeing people out of work; it's also something I'm not used to. "Good morning, Y/N," Seungkwan greets cheerfully; I give him a small smile. "Morning," I said, he holds the door open. "So I discovered this really amazing breakfast cafe that I thought you'd fall in love with; also Mingyu texted saying he would join us after his morning meeting." He says, almost breathless. I bite my lip and let a small laugh leave my lips, "Maybe you should try to keep the sentences short and breathe steady." I said. Seungkwans smiles and nods.

We got to his grey Toyota, "So, did Mingyu give you a hard time last night?" He asked, opening the passenger door for me. I let a sigh escape my lips, "Not really," I said, getting inside his car. He closed the door and hurried to the driver's side, "Not really, that's the first," Seungkwan said as he started the car. "Well, Mingyu kept changing his mind every minute, causing Minghao to be fed up and threatening him. If he didn't make up his mind, he would kill him." I said; Seungkwan chuckles. "Mingyu is just annoying sometimes." He said; I chuckled and nodded.

"You know those two will be at the Christmas party; you should try it and join us for the party," Seungkwan suggests. I bite my lip and shake my head, "I'd rather not go; parties aren't my kind of scene." I said. Seungkwan hums, "Why is that? If you don't mind me asking." He said. I look at him and focus my attention back on the streets, "Just bad experiences, that's all, and nothing more." I said, keeping my statement short. I think Seungkean understood what I meant and gave a small apology.

"I don't like talking about my experiences. Don't feel bad about asking; I just don't like talking about them," I said. Seungkwan had a concerned expression. I look at the screen of my phone, "I'm still sorry for trying to break you out of your comfort zone like that; I had no idea you—you hate it, so I'll make sure to keep it in mind." He said. I smile faintly, "It's okay...I'm just used to not talking about anything else besides work and hobbies." I said. We arrived at a parking lot, and Seungkwan turned the car off.

"Well then, let me know if I step out of your comfort zone, and I'll switch topics, okay." He says; getting out of the car, I remove the seatbelt. Seungkwan seems to be more understanding than I thought; he opens the door for me again. I thanked him as he locked the car. I follow him to a cute yet classic cafe, "What do you think?" Seungkwan asked as we entered the building. It looks like a cafe diner, but with bookshelves in the back of the shop, it's cute. Beige and white are the main look; it's very aesthetic.

"It's like a cafe diner, and a bookstore all mushed into one...I love it." I said with a smile. Seungkwan smiles and chuckles, "I knew you would like it; come on, let's eat. They have the best pancakes and French crepes." He says, walking over to a booth. A small sigh leaves my lips as I sit down, the cafe is incredible. All kinds of decorations fill the cafe, from art portraits to cat pictures.

“I might have to go and look at the books later,” I said, eyeing the vintage bookshelves split into four aisles. Seungkwan giggles, “I do not doubt that you won't. What do you want to try?” He asked, handing me the menu. I smile and open it, “What do you recommend?” I asked. Seungkwan chuckles, “If you want pancakes, try the strawberry ones; they’re delicious. They also have the classic breakfast eggs, bacon, and toast. Honestly, Y/N everything they have is the best for every craving.” He said, closing the menu.

I let a small laugh leave my lips, “Okay, you had me at Strawberry Pancakes. I’ll have those and a Hazelnut truffle mocha coffee, preferably hot for this weather.” I said. Seungkwans nodded and smiled, “Good choice,” He said, stacking the menus together and setting them aside. “Mingyu should be here soon. it's almost eight-thirty.” I said, looking at the time. Seungkwan pulled his phone out. “Yeah, he should be,” He said, furrowing his brows.

The cafe has bells that chime whenever people come in or out, “Speaking of the devil, he’s here…with a guest.” Seungkwan said with a frown. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn't think Mingyu would bring a friend. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, let me know, and I'll strangle Mingyu for you.” Seungkwan whispers. I smile and pat his hand. “I’ll let you know.” I mouth to him as Mingyu greets us, “I hope you don't mind, but Wonwoo will be joining us for the morning.” He said. Seungkwan was eyeing the tall man head to toe; Mingyu was taller by an inch.

“I apologize for intruding,” His voice was slightly hoarse and attractive, “Not all; we already ordered Mingyu,” Seungkwan said. I felt relieved that Mingyu decided to sit next to me and not his friend; Seungkwan spared a glance at me. “That's okay,” Mingyu says as he looks at the menu, I made sure to leave enough space between me and Mingyu, given the fact that the man works out and gets buff every day.

I looked at Seungkwan, who was eager for the waiter to come by. I dig into my bookbag and pull out the book I've been reading this week, "Maybe it wasn't smart to bring two introverts with us," Mingyu said, breaking the silence. Seungkwan scoffs, "Yah, Y/N has always been the quiet type around people she doesn't talk to." Seungkwan implies. I never had a decent conversation with Mingyu since he's always in his office, and I suck at interacting with new people.

Mingyu sighs, "It's okay, Seungkwan; I'm fine with you three chatting about whatever men chat about." I said, opening the book. Mingyu chuckles, "You don't talk much, do you? Better yet, you don't go out much, right?" He asked. I look at him, "Precisely, I'd rather spend my free time doing what I love and avoid getting dragged into problematic struggles." I said. Mingyu laughs and shakes his head, "Y/N is a bookworm, Mingyu; you should know since she is the Manual Scriptwriter. Where do you think she gets her skills from." Seungkwan says with a smirk as the waiter finally comes by.

I took a glance at Mingyu's friend Wonwoo; he is indeed attractive. He has this calm and confident demeanor that makes the waiter look at him in awe, "Good morning, fellas; I'm Yuria, your waiter of the day. What can I get started for drinks?" The waiter asked. "I have the classic breakfast with an iced Americano," Wonwoo spoke like a prominent man with class; his glasses made him look like one, too.

"I'll have the strawberry French crepes with a caramel hot coffee, and she'll have the strawberry pancakes with the Hazelnut Truffle mocha hot coffee, please and thank you," Seungkwan said with a smile; Mingyu was still scanning through the menu. I look at Seungkwan with a bored expression; he nods and furrows his brows. "I'll have the same thing except I'll take the banana creme pancakes," Mingyu says earning a gasp from Seungkwan.

I hold back a laugh, "Kim Mingyu just beats the record of making his mind up within five seconds, daebak." Seungkwan drags out dramatically. I let the laugh leave my lips, and Wonwo laughs lightly. "Daebak..." Mingyu says as he sulks; the waiter smiles. "The food will be out in six minutes." With that, she leaves the table, "Yah, have you been timing me?" Mingyu asked as Seungkwan held up his phone, with the timer stopped for five seconds. I smile, "Mingyu, you do take a long time to make up your mind. I mean, Minghao was close to murdering you last night." I recalled.

Mingyu groans softly, "It was a difficult situation; I mean, have you even read your writing? How could I decide when all three scripts were so good." Whines. I look at him perplexed, "My scripts were that good?" I asked. Mingyu and Seungkwan look at each other in a daze, "Y/N, your scripts are always amazing. Have you always been doubting yourself?" Seungkwan says with a worried look. I sighed, "Y/N, you are talented; of course, your work is outstanding. You truly have a gift in writing," Mingyu says as he removes his coat.

I look at the book, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden praise from my boss and co-worker; Wonwoo is indeed a quiet man. He hasn't said anything besides telling the waiter his order, “So Wonwoo, what’s your occupation?” Seungkwan asked. Wonwoo pushes his glass, “I'm a surgeon at Seoul’s Hospital.” He said. That explains his confidence and calm charisma; I bit my lip as I flipped to the book's next chapter. “A surgeon daebak, how did you and Mingyu meet?” Seungkwan asked.

“We’ve been friends since high school,” Wonwoo answers the question. Mingyu hums in response. “Yeah, Wonwoo is not only a surgeon, but he recently used to work for the Diagnostics team till he decided to move to Surgeon,” Mingyu says as he praises his friend’s accomplishments. I smile faintly, “The last time we met was two months ago at the BBQ and Bar, right?” Seungkwan asked. Wonwoo nodded and smiled, “Yeah, we did; Joshua introduced us that day.” Wonwoo said. I closed the book upon finishing the last chapter.

Mingyu looked dazed, “There's no way you finished the book already.” He said, looking at the book. “I started the book Monday; it's not difficult to read a book that intrigues my interest,” I said with a smile. Seungkwan laughed. “What kind of books pique your interest?” Wonwoow asked; I looked at him. “Ones with suspense and romance,” I said with a small smile. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.

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cameronspecial · 9 months

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 4)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Under Age Drinking, and Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: Everyone in her life is finally back on the island and she finally has her date with Wilson. But what happens when things don’t go to plan and she starts questioning her feelings.

A/N: This was way longer than I though it was going to end up being because it was honestly supposed to just be a filler chapter but I honeslty just couldn’t stop myself.

Masterlist

Y/N and Wilson had been texting for a week before he finally asked her on a date for tomorrow night. She isn’t sure what he has planned, but he said the dress code is formal so maybe they are going to a fancy dinner. Not exactly her favourite idea, she could live with it though. Lacey returned back to the Outer Banks yesterday, so Y/N is going over to her house to cook brunch together. Even though Y/N and Mason picked Lacey up from the airport, the girls need some quality time together. Well, Lacey would do most of the cooking while Y/N snacks under the guise of quality testing and making smoothies for them.

“I’m here,” Y/N sings as she waves the bag of smoothie mix she brought. Knocking is no longer in her vocabulary in regard to her best friend. “I missed you so much, Bitch! The men in Paris may be hot. But they got nothing on being with you,” Lacey screams as she blindsides Y/N with a hug. Y/N laughs and wraps her arms around the other girl, “I missed you too. But I literally saw you yesterday, babe.” “Yeah, but we spent so long a part for my month-long summer internship,” Lacey complains, “Let’s get cooking. Mama is hungry.”

Y/N moves toward the blender to begin mixing the smoothie blend. “So a little birdie told me that you and Rafe are actually starting to get along with each other,” Lacey teases her friend.

“Yeah… He’s been acting like a totally different person lately. The teasing is mostly just verbal and he can actually be helpful.”

“Awwww, Y/N/N. It sounds like you have a crush on him. Should I start planning a wedding?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Plus, I met someone last weekend.”

“Ohh, tell me about him.”

“Well, he’s sweet, funny, likes to read, he really likes doc-”

Lacey interrupts her, “I don’t want those details. Show me a picture.” Y/N giggles and pulls up a picture on her phone to show her friend. Lacey also notices how similar Rafe and Wilson are but bites her tongue.

“He’s totally cute, but he looks like he has a stick up his ass.”

“LACE! He does not! Although, he doesn’t use contractions and goes to sleep at like 11 P.M., but I promise he is funny.”

“Okay, but how is the sex?”

"We haven’t gone on a date yet. We have our first date planned for tomorrow night.”

Before the conversation could continue, the oven timer goes off and Lacey goes to take out the chocolate chip scones from the oven. “So what are the plans for tomorrow? Do you need help getting ready?” Y/N nods her head, “Yeah, could you help me curl my hair, please? He said to wear something fancy so I was thinking of wearing that black dress that I wore to my cousin’s wedding last year. You know the long one with a spaghetti strap kind of style.” “Ooh, you’d look so cute in that. I can definitely curl your hair. Maybe, I can braid it back like a little crown on your head,” Lacey gushes as she stirs the omelet in the pan. Y/N smiles at the girl and starts playing some music on her phone.

Brunch is finished quickly and the girls settle in the breakfast nook to eat. “So let’s get back to the topic of Rafe Cameron because we both know you haven’t told me everything, bitch,” Lacey bugs with a shove of Y/N’s shoulder with hers. The slight blush on Y/N’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by Lacey. “There isn’t much to say. I mean…” Y/N stops not wanting to admit what she felt last week after having lunch with Rafe, Mason, and Wilson. “Girl, you better continue or else I’m gonna make you cook for us next time,” Lacey warns as she knows where her friend is going. “Fine, last week, after I had lunch with the boys and Wilson, I thought maybe… Maybe Rafe and I were going to kiss.” Lacey beams with excitement at this revelation. “No way! What happened?” “Kie and I jumped into the pool to sink the guys and… when it was just Rafe and me, he teased me about always getting him wet. He took my hand and we got closer, but I got a text from Wilson before it went any further,” Y/N wouldn’t admit it but even she could hear the slight disappointment in her voice.

“You totally should’ve let him kiss you!”

“No, it was a mistake for us to even have gotten that close. He may be sweet today, but it doesn’t mean I can just forget about him being a jackass. Plus, he is Mace’s best friend. It would be awkward.”

“That’s true, but I’ve always thought there was something between you and Rafe. And I think if you guys really like each other, Mace will accept that and be happy for you.”

“Maybe. Let’s not talk about this anymore. I have a date with someone else tomorrow anyways.”

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“So how many parties did you throw and drag your sister to, Mason?” Cassie questions while she sits in her newly claimed passenger seat. Mason groans, “I was only able to convince her to let me throw one and even that was cut short. Not that it was your fault Y/N/N.” Mr. And Mrs. Y/L/N didn’t mind their children throwing parties as long as the police didn’t show up, everyone had a designated driver and nothing was broken. They’d rather be realistic about their children’s activities and ensure they do it safely.

“Why? What happened?” Marvin looks up at his twins through the back mirror. “Owen was being an asshole when I went out to the gazebo. Rafe and Mace found me before anything serious could happen. Although I did punch him for insulting them, so I might need your help untangling that web.” Marvin shakes his head with a light chuckle, “Like that knucklehead’s lawyers can beat the Y/L/Ns. I swear that idiot’s parents were just as bad as he was when I was in high school.” “How was Bali?” Mason asks. “Amazing. You guys would love the beaches, we’ll have to go back with you guys sometime,” Cassie gushes to her children. “That’s a great idea, my love. Just, kids, remind me to put sunscreen on. I fell asleep on the first day when your mom was at pilates, I woke up three hours later as red as a lobster,” Marvin chimes in. This causes the whole car to laugh.

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Y/N is getting ready for her date with Wilson. She does her makeup while Lacey lightly curls her hair and braids the front pieces back to create a crown. “Has he given you any hints about where you are going?” Lacey inquires, returning to sit in the bed after finishing Y/N’s hair. Y/N pauses with her makeup sponge in hand and turns towards her, “Nope. If it’s just dinner, it should be fine.”

“It’s basic though. You hate those types of dates. You need more excitement.”

“Yeah, but at least it’s not like dumpster diving.”

“I mean he could still do that. Maybe he just wanted it to be fancy.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine?”

Both girls fall into hysterics at the notion, which catches the attention of a certain boy passing by the open door. Rafe pauses as he walks past the door and upon hearing the laughter, stops. He wants to go inside to investigate the reason behind it. He quickly starts to walk again toward Mason’s room, “Where are Y/N and Lace going?” “Oh, they aren’t going anywhere. Lace is just helping Y/N/N get ready for a date with Wilson. Can you believe she actually wants to go out with him?” Mason states without so much as looking away from the video game he is playing. “A date? Really?!” “Yeah. Now, dude, hop in before I get creamed by these guys.” Rafe does as he is told but he could not stop thinking about what Mason said. Y/N has been on dates before, but something about Wilson screams bad news for Rafe. All of Y/N’s other dates were obviously not serious about her. They just liked the novelty of dating a Y/L/N and were not into dating men. Wilson seemed too serious at lunch to want to date around like the other boys Y/N has dated.

“I have to go, my dad wants to go to the country club for dinner. Bye, love you.” Rafe hears Lacey say from down the hall. The sound of her footsteps and the front door opening prompts him to say, “I actually forgot to get some snacks while I was downstairs. I’m going to go get some now.” “Okay, dude.”

Rafe makes his way to Y/N’s room and leans up against her door frame to watch as she looks at herself in the mirror. “Well, don’t you look like a disaster, Y/L/N,” Rafe teases. “Haha, very funny. But seriously. Does this dress look okay?” Y/N asks timidly. Rafe wanted to say that it doesn’t just so that she would take more time looking for something else to wear and miss the date, but the look of uncertainty on her face makes him forgo that tactic. He also wanted to be honest with her; the truth is the dress she wore wouldn’t be the dress he’d want to see her in if he took her on the date. “While you looked amazing in that dress at your cousin’s wedding, I think this dress would be much better,” he answers as he walks towards her clothes and takes out her long black dress with a column skirt and halter top. He had seen her wear it last year to her dad’s 45th birthday bash. Rafe remembers having some inappropriate thoughts about the dress for a family event. Y/N nods at the suggestion and goes to try the new dress on in the bathroom.

She comes out with a smile on her face and does a little twirl for him, “Rafe, this is perfect. Thank you!” She gives him a hug, which he returns. He was correct; she looks like an absolute vision and it kills him that he isn’t the one taking her on the date. That he was honest with her and now Wilson will get to see her in Rafe’s favourite dress for a date. Although, Rafe wouldn’t take her anywhere fancy on their first date. He knows it would make her nervous if he did, so he would take her to the bookstore first and buy any book she so much as glances at. Then he’d bring her over to his house to bake some cookies for their dessert after dinner, which would be a picnic on the beach at sunset. He would make sure to bring a sweater and an extra blanket for when the night breeze sent goosebumps up her arm. He has to shake himself out of his daydream before he stares too long, “No problem. Have fun on your date. Be safe and I’ll probably see you when you get back because I’m too lazy to go back home.” Rafe makes a quick exit back towards her brother’s room.

Y/N notices the upset look on his face and assumes it is because of the thought of his father being home, the most likely reason why he is sleeping at her house again for the fifth night in a row. At this point, he might as well just move into their guest bedroom. Everyone in the Outer Banks knew that Ward Cameron had a favourite child and her name was Sarah Cameron. This caused Rafe to constantly try to get Ward’s approval so he could feel the same paternal love his middle sibling got, but no matter what he did it still led to arguments between the father-son duo. It didn’t matter that Rafe had continuously dominated the breaststroke events in swimming, he still wasn’t good enough in the eyes of Ward Cameron. She would be wrong though; the reason why he is upset this time is the fact that she is going on a date. Before she knew it, a knock was at the door and she heard her father answer the door.

She walks towards the landing overlooking the front entrance. “Hello, I am Wilson Porter and I will be taking Y/N out on this fine evening. I hope you are in accordance with this idea, Mister …,” Wilson greets while holding out his hand for her father to shake. She realizes she still hasn’t told Wilson her last name yet. Her father takes Wilson’s hands and shakes it, “Hey, it’s Mr. Y/L/N. And I am fine with you taking her on a date as long as you have her home by one.” Y/N hopes Wilson doesn’t make the connection to her mom. Y/L/N is a common last name. “Of course, Mr. Y/L/N. punctuality is my specialty. Ah, there is the woman of the hour. She looks radiant.” Y/N is surprised she doesn’t blush at Wilson’s compliment; she could’ve sworn she was on fire when Rafe was raving about how she looked, “Thanks, Wilson. Are you ready to go?” “I absolutely am. Right, this way,” Wilson leads Y/N towards his car and goes to the driver's side. She thought he would open the door for her, but when he doesn’t, she quickly scrambles to get in so it isn’t awkward.

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The car ride was filled with pleasant conversation. Wilson mostly talked about Cassie’s books, which doesn’t surprise Y/N considering she knows he wants to become a writer as well and some of her mother’s earlier works are his favourite books. They arrive at La Fleur Bleue, an expensive French restaurant. She isn’t thrilled to be here considering the portion sizes are so small. They enter the restaurant and are led to their table. They look at the menu, when Wilson speaks up, “Do you think I could order for us? I think I have you figured out and can pick you something you love.” “Sure, I’m not too sure what I want to get anyways.” “Great,” Wilson waves the waiter over to order, “Hello, we are both going to have the quiche loraine with a bottle of champagne, please.” The waiter nods, takes their menu and goes off to put their order into the kitchen. “How did you get them to not check our id?” Y/N is astounded at the strings he could pull or hopes she isn’t dating someone who is 21 without her knowing. “My dad is a silent partner here, so they generally look the other way as long as the restaurant isn’t busy,” Wilson explains.

At least, she knows he isn’t dating her for her money. While waiting for the food to come out, Wilson starts up the conversation again, “So have you had the chance to read The Wisp of Forever? Is it not a literary masterpiece? I mean hardly say this but Conan Austin’s work could rival Cassie’s”

“No, I haven’t had the chance yet because my tbr is so long. But also, it doesn’t really seem to be my type of book.”

“You should stop filling your time with Book’s Instagram and Young Adult Fiction. It’s all nonsense you will grow out of and look back on with disgust. The books I read help fill you with knowledge and enlightenment. They are also realistic.”

“Well, I like YA and Bookstagram. I actually enjoy the books I read from there. Also, it’s nice to read about people going through similar issues as me,” she says as nicely as she can. She is used to this response from most adults in the Outer Banks community, so she has the response memorized. Before Wilson could retort, the waiter comes back with their food and champagne on a tray. The first thing she notices is how tiny her quiche is. It definitely will not be enough food for her, but she doesn’t want to complain about it because of how expensive the food is. Even though her parents have generational wealth, Cassie and Marvin raised their children to be cautious of pricing and that just because they have the money now, doesn’t mean that it can’t disappear with one bad decision. She’ll just make grilled cheese when she gets home. As she eats, she notices she is shivering. The AC is on so high right now. With nothing to cover herself with, she tries to continue eating.

Dinner went and passed with pleasant conversations about themselves. “Would you guys like to look at the dessert menu?” The waiter offers after clearing their plates. Y/N is about to speak up, but Wilson beats her to it, “No, we actually have somewhere else to be, so just the check, please.” The waiter returns with a check and places it on the table between the pair. Wilson pushes the bill close to Y/N. She isn’t one to expect the man to pay for the first date every single time, but she thinks that whoever asks the person out and chooses what to do should pay for the date. Or at least split the bill. She doesn’t want to make a scene, so she pays the bill without a word. Maybe, he just wants to reverse the unfair expectations of men always paying, which she could get on board with. Wilson gets up in a hurry and makes his way toward the entrance, leaving Y/N to run after him. He opens the door for himself and walks through. This causes the door to shut in her face. Y/N awkwardly opens the door for herself and gets into Wilson’s car.

“So where are we going to now?” Y/N asks to break the silence. “We are going to a showing of Hamlet at Kildare Theatre. I hear it is an amazing performance.” Y/N is a little disappointed at the notion. She has nothing against Shakespeare and actually enjoys reading his comedies, but she finds watching the actually plays boring and can’t remember the last time she could stay awake through one of them. “Oh, cool. Sounds fun.” They arrive at the theatre house and settle down into their seats. As she watches the play, she has to gently pinch herself every time she nods off to keep herself awake. By the time the play finishes, Wilson takes her home and she gives him a peck goodbye before going inside.

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She enters her home and looks at the grandfather clock in the front entrance to see it is 12 A.M. At this realization, she notices how her stomach grumbles. She goes to change into Rafe’s Led Zepplin shirt and comfy shorts. She puts her hair up into a messy bun then makes her way downstairs to make a grilled cheese. “Did you have fun on your date, Y/L/N?” she hears from behind her while she is turned toward the counter wall. She jumps out of surprise, “God, Rafe. We need to tie a bell around your neck. And to answer your question. Yes, I did have fun.” She lied because although he planned a pretty boring date, she didn’t mind Wilson’s company. Rafe is wearing his light gray zip-up swim sweater on top of his salmon t-shirt with basketball shorts. His hair is all messy, he probably just woke up. She wishes she could just reach up and run her fingers through his hair. “I smell lies. If you had a good time, then why are you here making a grilled cheese in the dead of the night?” Rafe points out. “Even if the portion sizes are small, I can still have fun on a date, Rafe,” She argues. “Whatever you say, Y/L/N,” Rafe comes over and takes the pan out of her hand, “Come on, let’s go to McDonald’s instead.”

He takes her hand and gently guides her to where he keeps his keys at the front entrance so he can pick them up. Once he has his keys, she opens the front door for them to head to his car. He jogs ahead and opens the passenger door for her. She whispers her thanks and takes the hand he offers her to help her get up into the high jeep. Wilson didn’t open the car door for her.

Most of the car ride was spent making fun of Mason and singing along to Rafe’s playlist. She notices most of the songs are her favourites. When they get to McDonald’s, Rafe is quick to help her out of the car and open the entrance door for her. She has to admit it is nice to not have a door slam in her face. They pick a seat near the back close to the window and Y/N tries to get up to go with Rafe to order, but he stops her, “I’ve got this, Y/L/N. Just stay here.” Y/N listens to what he says and watches as he orders the food. She’ll have to remember to pay him back on the way home. A few minutes later, he returns with the food, “Ten piece chicken nuggets with fries and Sprite for you. And a BigMac with fries and a coke for me. I’ll get our ice cream after we finish,” he recites as he places her food in front of her.

“Thanks, this is honestly exactly what I need.”

“No problem. Couldn't have you go hungry. So where did you guys go?”

“He took me to La Fleur Bleue, then we watched Hamlet at Kildare Theatre.”

Rafe chuckles at the look of slight disappointment he saw in her eyes, “I swear that place has the smallest portion sizes. It’s where Rose likes to eat when she wants to diet. However, you must’ve loved the play. You always looked so cozy taking those naps whenever we go to one for school.”

“Oh, it was so fun. I think I still have an imprint on my arm from every time I pinched my skin to wake myself up,” Y/N jokes back, showing him her arm to further the joke. The belly laugh that Rafe lets out causes heat to reach Y/N’s cheeks. She likes making him laugh like that. “I’m going to go get the ice cream now.” Rafe gets up and walks back to the counter to order. Y/N once again notices a chill overcome her tonight and sees how her arms are covered in goosebumps. She should’ve grabbed a sweater before she left.

Rafe makes his way back to Y/N, noticing the bumps on her arms. Either she always forgets to bring sweaters with her or she is stubborn enough to not wear one to not disturb her aesthetic. He places the ice cream on the table; quick to remove his sweater for her. He hands over the sweater to her without saying anything. How come Rafe noticed she was cold and Wilson didn’t? She takes it and shrugs it on, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Rafe watches as Y/N happily takes a bite out of the Oreo flurry he bought her, “Why don’t you eat any other flavours other than Oreo? Even when we get Dairy Queen, it is always an Oreo blizzard.” She is shocked he pays enough attention to her to notice it, “Oreos remind me of the one time when we were little that you, Mason and I would get along. Our moms would always bring us Oreos after soccer practice. It was the one time we could share without trying to kill each other. I loved the cookie part and you loved the filling, so I would always let you eat the filling from my Oreo and vice versa.”

Rafe is a tad saddened by the mention of his mother; however, the fact that one of her favourite ice cream flavours is in relation to a memory of him makes him glad. “I didn’t know you remembered that. I have to confess though, after like the second time of us doing that I was sick of eating just the cream filling. The only reason why I kept eating the filling is because you were always so sad about wasting the filling if you didn’t eat it,” he confesses. “No way! Rafe, you didn’t have to do that.” “It’s okay. It made me sick, but my mom would cuddle me after to make me feel better so it was a bonus.” At the mention of his mother again, a comfortable silence washes over the pair. If she was with Wilson, she’d probably feel the need to fill the silence in a way that would prove her intelligence. They finish eating and head back to the car.

“How should I pay you back? Do you want me to e-transfer you or I could get you the cash when we get back home?” She offers, pulling out her phone in preparation to make the transfer. “What? You don’t need to pay me back, Y/L/N. I asked you to come out with me, so I pay.” It looks like Y/N and Rafe are on the same page about who should pay when going out. Y/N begins to protest; however, Rafe speaks up again before she could, “I’m serious, Y/L/N. I won’t accept anything you try to give me, so don’t even try.” Y/N nods and looks out the window of the car. She turns up the car radio, beginning to sing along to the music. Rafe glances over at her and starts to sing with her. Much like their drive to McDonald’s, it is filled with laughter and music. Y/N can’t help but wonder why she can’t feel this way when she is with Wilson. She is dating Wilson and is supposed to hate Rafe, but why are they making it so hard to feel the right way about each one of them?

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allora1233 · 1 year

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𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤: ℙ𝕣𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠!𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

“𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕪” 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗

𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤

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A pair of familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, gently pulling you back against a warm body as a face is nuzzled comfortably against your shoulder. You didn't even have to turn your head to know that it was Denki who was holding onto you, probably still a drowsy mess. Denki is always a cuddle bug regularly, but he gets really affectionate when he's tired. So whenever you get up early in the morning to make your weekend breakfast, like today, he always gets clingy with you when he inevitably wakes up. "Morning sleeping beauty." Your assumptions were confirmed by the soft groan your boyfriend gives in response to your teasing remark.

Denki looks up at you, his eyes still gleaming with sleep as his hair resembles that of a lion's mane. It's always cute to see him like this. "Why'd you leave me..?" He whines, hugging you closer. A sweet giggle slips past your lips as you plate the fresh scrambled eggs you finished cooking. Even though you knew he knew the answer, you replied anyway. "I got hungry, and I know you take 3 years to wake up. So I got up and made us some breakfast, as usual might I add." You finish plating the rest of the food and start cleaning up your mess of mixing bowls and cooking pans.

Denki let out a soft huff and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to tense up a little. Your neck was always sensitive and because of that, you really didn't like it being touched. But you made an exception with Denki since it didn't annoy you the way it would if someone else touched your neck. Perks of being your boyfriend, you suppose. However, that didn't make you any less fazed as his breath fanned over the sensitive skin.

Denki immediately notices the subtle reaction and pulls away slightly, so tired that he completely forgot how sensitive your neck is. He goes to apologize before an idea pops into his head. He leans back in and presses soft kisses against your neck. You let out a soft squeak, not expecting neck kisses like this without much warning. He'd usually ask you or let you know in some way before doing anything with your neck. "Denki?" You didn't get a response as he continued to pepper your neck in kisses, sending a shiver up your spine.

You could practically feel the smirk that spread on Denki's lips as he pressed a few open-mouthed kisses against your skin, causing your legs to give a little as a soft gasp escapes you as you feel his hot tongue on your skin. Denki's hold on you gets tighter, supporting your weight as his assaults only get more intense. It doesn't take long before you are already lost in the sensation, too far gone to even think about stopping him. Your hand reaches back and tangles into his hair as you tilt your head to the other side, giving him more access which he gladly accepts. Soft breaths and whimpers were pouring out from you with every kiss, only getting more desperate with each lick and suck of your skin. You figured hickey’s were already forming and you couldn’t care less. It wasn't until Denki bites down on your neck and you let out a moan that he stops.

You snap out of your daze, face hot and flushed in embarrassment as you turn around to look at him. Denki is clearly amused by the confused and desperate expression on your face. "Wha... Why'd you stop...?" You pant out quietly. Denki grabs a plate and quickly pecks your lips. "Food's getting cold." The shocked look on your face only makes Denki's smirk grow as he walks away to go eat, leaving you standing there speechless.

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my-soupy-brain · 8 months

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ted being all like “did you eat today? let me cook for you, baby”

I am notorious for skipping meals when I get busy or anxious. And I always scold myself when I feel lousy like, well duh - you didn't put anything in your body. Stupid bodies. Ted would make sure you take care of yourself. And I need this today. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: None, all comfort

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When Ted went to the club that morning, you were in the dim light of your office, clunking away on your keyboard to the light of your screen.

He leaned down to kiss your head and not disturb you.

When he came home, he found you still hunched over laptop, in the same chair, with the same blue light.

"Sweetheart?"

You didn't answer, your earbuds were in on full volume.

He came closer to place his big, warm hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart?"

You jumped in shock as you felt him touch you. He pulled his hand back. "I'm so sorry to scare ya, darlin'. Have you...?"

He looked around your desk, seeing nothing but an empty coffee cup. He noticed the kitchen looked the way he left it this morning.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, his eyebrows bunched in worry.

You sat and thought for a moment, looking at the sun going down outside your window. The dim light of the room. It feels like...it did this morning.

You shake your head.

Ted kneels in front of you, his hands on your knees.

"I know you're workin' hard there, sugar, but you need to eat," he says softly. "I worry about'cha when you get this in the zone."

You nod solemnly, feeling guilty for worrying him. Feeling foolish for letting work suck your life away like this.

"Are you at a good stoppin' point?" he asks, glancing at your screen with a thousand windows open.

"Yeah, I think so," you say softly, still feeling singed with guilt.

"C'mon, sugar. I'mma make you dinner," he says, holding out his hand. You take it and follow him into the kitchen.

Without asking, he starts making you a bite to eat.

Whisking eggs. Grating cheese. Cutting a slice of your homemade bread.

Breakfast for dinner is your favorite comfort when you're in a state like this. It's your favorite dinner when you don't feel well. You simply love breakfast.

Ted works his way around the kitchen, whistling. Pulling down bowls, cooking over the stove. You watch him with a smile, all the care he gives you.

You wonder how well you'd do alone if he wasn't here. And in the exact same moment, you make a promise to yourself not to send him into a worry spiral, where he's coming home from his own long day to take care of you.

"I'm sorry, Ted," you mumble, watching him work his tush off to make you a meal.

"Whatever for, darlin'?" he asks, turning his head over his shoulder.

"For making you worry."

"Oh, hush 'yer butt. I worry about you whether you ate or not," he says with a chuckle. "I love you, that's why I worry."

He turns around and sets a fresh omelet, toast, and orange juice in front of you.

"Oh! The bacon," he says, pulling it from the plate and plopping it down, nibbling on his own piece.

"I will say, I miss American bacon but this is just fine," he jokes, and you smile in agreement.

You nibble your food and sigh at how delectable the omelet is.

"This is...heaven, Ted," you say, smiling at him. He smiles back, working on his own meal.

"I'm glad, sugar," he answers. "You done workin'? Can I steal ya away for some snuggles and our shows?"

You nod and smile brightly. "Yeah, I'm all yours."

He holds his orange juice to cheers you.

"To us, and being all each other's," the dimple in his cheek appeared with his grin. "Now go get in some cozy clothes and we'll snuggle like two bugs in a rug."

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Short n' sweet but I also need a Ted to help me take care of myself sometimes. He's such a love. Such a swoon. May we all be so lucky to have a friend or partner who's got our health in mind. Thanks for this delicious prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso takes care of you #ted lasso x you

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b0nerf4rt · 2 years

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BUNK BUDDIES pt1 !

what its like to share a bed w/ the cky crew. platonically ofc 😋. jk.

warnings : swearing, afab!reader

dico, raab, rake, novak, bam, ryan

WARNING : swearing , afab!reader , really bad my b my b

dico :

- forces you to sleep on the floor with him if theres not enough beds left in the hotel room

- cuddles you without asking

- hes very touchy when hes tired

- likes to sleep w his head between your tits 🫢

- out of everyone on this list, hes probably the best to sleep with if you want to actually get rest

- curls up in a ball before he falls asleep, or he cuddles you like your a stuffed animal, and he doesn't let go until he wakes up

- likes to be that small spoon

- will wake you up if he can't sleep and talk about like tomatoes or something

- likes to mess around with your hair

- in the morning, he forces you to get up with him and go down to get breakfast

- will literally jump on you or the bed until you agree to go get breakfast with him

- for some reason he gets like frost bite cold at night

- he like completely latches onto you during the night so he can stay warm

raab :

- dont tell me this man wouldnt fucking snore right in your ear the entire night

- like completely on purpose

- hed situate himself with his wide open mouth that could catch flies as close to your ear as possible

- sometimes he sleeps in the hotel closets and he makes you sleep in there with him. no one knows why he sleeps in the closest.

- i lowkey feel like he brings a stuffed bear with him to the different hotels he stays at, but he keeps it hidden so the other guys dont mess with it

- your the only one who knows about his bear, it's name is reggie

- devious little man made it his mission to make it hard for you to sleep

- from the snoring to him farting in your face when your not paying attention

- but in the morning he brings you coffee and breakfast from the hotel dining room to make up for it

- refuses to let the other guys prank you while you sleep, only he can do that 👿

- tickles you just for funnsies

- turns the tv up to the loudest setting just to listen to the cops theme song, which annoys everyone in the room

- draws on your face with sharpie if you fall asleep before him, and ofc you do the same to him

rake :

- 100% ends up hogging the entire bed and youd wake up with him literally suffocating you because hes laying completely on top of you

- expect to find his hair strands in the most fucking weirdest places

- yknow when you get that one hair you find in your asshole in the shower, yeah, thats rakes

- yawns in his sleep ??

- i also feel like sometimes he falls alseep with his eyes open

- hes like a fucking heater during the night, and it doesnt help that he basically uses you as a mattress

- not much of a cuddler when he sleeps, but he does hog up the entire bed and the blankets

- youd probably fall asleep back to back and wake up with him sprawled completely over you

- he laughs about it when he wakes up, but in all honesty he couldve killed you by suffocation

- and you cant even wake him up when he does this because he sleeps like a fucking log

- sleep walks sometimes, so you have that to look forward to ig

- when he sleep walks he mostly just goes to the kitchen to sleep eat 🧍‍♀️

- one time you took fifty dollars from his wallet while he was asleep and he didnt even notice until the next night, you told him he left it at the hotel until he saw you buying like ten large pizzas for yourself

- after that he slept with his wallet in the pocket of his pajama pants

- sleeps with his socks on 🤮

- hes a fucking diva when hes tired.

novak :

- i feel like he sleeps with sunglasses on. idk why. but you find it fucking weird.

- likes to spoon you. gives you kisses on the back of your neck when he thinks your asleep

- all in friendly fun tho 😸

- makes you check for bed bugs before he even touches the mattress 💀

- he talks in his sleep a lot, like full sentences

- hates it when you touch him with your cold fingers

- late night make our sessions if your up to it

- the other guys in the room dont appreciate it tho

- still all fun and games he says 😸

- scratches your back if you ask for it

- you'll have to slap him sometimes because hes got wandering sleep hands

- doesnt wear pajamas and just sleeps in whatever he was wearing that day

- hogs all the pillows by 'accident'

- sometimes he strangles you in his sleep, also by 'accident'

- purposefully coughs or sneezes on you cuz he thinks its hilarious

- suprisingly not a very heavy sleeper

- very inconsiderate about letting you get to sleep or staying asleep 😒

bam :

- he totally sleeps naked and just becuase your a girl and sharing a bed with him doesnt mean hes going to change that

- hes either naked or falls asleep in his tight jeans

- expect to wake up with him in the most weirdest positions. like laying the opposite direction of how he fell asleep. or his ass up in the air and his face smooshed against the mattress.

- hes not much of a cuddler but sometimes you wake up with his head laying on your stomach

- also dont expect to get much sleep with him, he thrashes around so fucking much

- always gets a bed no matter how many are sleeping in the room because hes a drama queen

- uses your ass as a pillow a lot

- wakes you up by screaming in your ear sometimes, other times he wakes you by giving you kisses behind your ear. its either a nice awakening or a bad one.

- the second his head hits that hotel pillow, hes out like a light, so whatever position he fell asleep in he stays in, its like physically impossible to move him yourself, your just going to have to wait until he thrashes to another position

- tried to suffocate you with a pillow one night just to see your reaction

ryan :

- tries his best to not let the other guys mess with you while you sleep

- literally stays up half the night till the rest of the guys are asleep, watching over you so you wouldnt get pranked

- man is lowkey a gentlemen when it comes to women sleeping

- kisses your temples when your asleep, but only when your asleep

- keeps his distance from you unless you tell him it's okay to sleep next to you

- hes a big sleep cuddler

- so fucking awkward the first time, well it wouldve been awkward for you if you werent so fucking tired

- when you wake up during the middle of the night its probably from ryans beard tickling the back of your neck

- the first time he had to share a bed with you he built a wall of pillows so you wouldnt feel uncomfortable

- which you thought was ridiculous and used the extra pillows that made the wall as something to cuddle

- touches you with his cold feet when your on the verge of falling asleep because he thinks its funny

#cky crew #cky x reader #bam margera x reader #bam margera #ryan dunn x reader #ryan dunn #chris raab x reader #chris raab #rake yohn x reader #rake yohn #brandon dicamillo x reader #brandon dicamillo #brandon novak #brandon novak x reader

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Sweet Sunday or whateverday for ari fluff?. ari and reader friend/now gf I guess we are?. when she sick how does ari cope or help

This one got away from me like they all have and makes me pretty nervous to post. So even though I hate to spoil it, I gotta put that there are warnings for unplanned pregnancy and mild language. WC 1.2k

Calling From the Office Of... a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

The rule when you don't feel well is two missed meals and then it's time for the doctor. Ari doesn't mean eating a little and then stopping because you just 'are done;' it's the 'I do not feel well enough to eat' or the 'I can't keep down food' type of skipping. It's 'can't get out of bed' or 'can't lift my head to eat' skipping. That's the type he immediately insists it's time for the doc, even if it's just a visit to his friend Sam's clinic.

Ari always drives you to the doctor, too, since at that point you shouldn't take public transit if you're that unwell. It's rare that you surpass the two-meal rule, but this time is different.

You've not felt right all week. The first few days you chalked it up to stress or something off you ate, but the nausea doesn't get any better. It lingers. You finally just can't stand the idea of eating for a while. You tell yourself you'll eat when something sounds good again. Unfortunately, that puts your first refused meal at the time when Ari hosts a boys' poker night.

It's easy to excuse yourself to let the men have fun. You thought Ari wouldn't notice that you never touched any of the snack food and bite-sized eats around the kitchen and table, but he did. When you refuse his offering of breakfast in the morning, that's it; you're going in. Get in the car.

Ari doesn't care if he's in the room or not. He's not worried. The few times he's brought you to the doctor have been pretty straightforward, a mild infection, a nasty stomach bug that he surprisingly avoided getting, and food poisoning with enough dehydration to warrant an IV. He wasn't happy about any of those things, but they were easily manageable.

All those were after an incident with a cut on your leg. You went to the hospital for a few days. No big deal. Ari made a big deal out of it, and now he airs on the side of making a big deal out of everything. That was the one and only time he has not stayed with you (at least in the building) for the whole appointment.

So this time, after a relatively easy chat with the doc and a quick bit of blood taken, out you shuffle with gauze taped to your arm and a prescription in hand for an anti-nausea medication. You explain they are running a precautionary test panel, but the gist is rest, fluids, and these meds.

Good enough for Ari.

You're in decent spirits although you eat like a rabbit the rest of the day, and you call off work in the morning, not feeling quite right yet.

Ari goes to his job site but takes the first opportunity to leave early. He finds you sleeping, so he heads to work on your She-Shed out back, knowing the noise won't disturb you from that distance.

The doctor's office call wakes you. It's a short call that you stay silent through 95% of until the news, and you robotically walk to the front door, hanging up while the nurse is still speaking.

You see the truck, but no Ari in the house. Out back you stare daggers at him smoking while swinging his feet along a wooden ledge not yet finished with paneling.

Storming up to his side, you rip the cigarette out of his mouth and stomp it to the ground.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT?"

Ari is, of course, very confused because it's always been the rule that he can't smoke inside...but he's not inside. Before he can start to say that, though, you're yelling.

"Enough. You can't do this anymore."

"Can't what," he asks, jumping down to the grass. "You said it was fine--"

"It's NOT. It's not fine. Nothing's fine, Ari!"

You no longer look sick; you look upset, tears welling up in your eyes and hands wringing furiously in front of you.

"Honey, what's wrong? The smoke can't be bothering your stomach from all the way--"

"I'm..." You mumble something he can't hear.

"What?"

"I'm...fuck," and you finally break down into full-blown sobs, leaving Ari even more concerned.

"Okay." He lifts his arm to guide you inside. "I think more rest is in--"

"Preg--" you can't get the whole word out the first time "--preg...nant."

Well.

That's.

That's just. Not possible? That's...

"You're pregnant," he repeats, and you sniffle over a nod.

"Okay," he slowly says. "But you're on--"

"The pill, yeah." You wipe your cheeks.

"And we--"

"Used condoms until after I started. I know."

"But...so you're..." Ari can't figure out what on earth he was going to say there so he just freezes in place.

"Oh. Ah, I'm so sorry," you squeak out, clasping your hands over your mouth and nearly collapsing in tears.

He rushes forward to take you in his arms. "What--what are you sorry for?"

"I shou--I--done this to--not ready--" and then he can't tell if it's the word 'sorry' again or a clipped word with 'Ari' at the end. Either way, he's not making himself clear.

"Hey, okay, hey," he coos, supporting you in his hold while tilting your eyes to meet his, "you're okay. Are you upset because you think I'm mad or because you're scared?"

Your head moves up and down, lip quivering as more tears fall.

"Well, I'm not and you don't have to be, although I am a bit terrified and you seem pretty upset." He rubs your back while he pulls you in close, resting his chin over your head. Inside he really is floundering, but his voice sounds steady enough that he rolls with it.

He leads you to sit on the porch step and tucks in beside you. He reaches out a hand to wipe your cheek until your nostril flare and swat him away.

His hands and breath still smell of smoke. He immediately dreads having to quit entirely, but then he suddenly thinks he'll need his lung capacity to chase around a...wow.

Ari sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "We do everything backward, don't we?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, the words catching on bubbles in your throat, "didn't mean to."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid--I mean...not...shit, you're gonna need a new nickname."

You slap his chest and shoulder. "Is not funny," you whine.

"No," he agrees, "it's not funny," but something deep in Ari's gut is stirring. He's a bit confused, a lot baffled, and mildly proud. He can't help it. He's happy even though his concern for you is crushing his world down to the area of this one backyard, a porch with a rickety board he needs to fix ASAP, and his best friend, the friend who happens to be the love of his life, the friend who happens to be carrying the other love of his life.

Maybe Ari hasn't successfully planned a damn thing but, shit, has he gotten lucky. You like him enough to stick around. You love him enough to share your life. Now, all the cards for a full house have fallen into his lap, and Ari's never looked forward to playing a hand he's been dealt more.

He carefully plants a kiss in your hair so no (less) smell bothers you.

"'Old man' still works though," he adds softly near your ear.

You use your shirt to wipe your face.

He rubs your arms and back, asking to take you back inside. He needs to go to the bathroom.

Your huff of annoyance is adorable, and Ari's chest strains that much tighter.

"Not like that," he chuckles. "Have to brush my teeth so I can properly kiss you, hot momma."

Okay, maybe Ari jumps ahead too far with that one. Your sobs start anew, less pained and more cathartic than before, turning into a soft laugh. You swat at him again, ending up tangling yourself into a hug. He waits patiently a while longer before taking you back to the house for rest and reassurance.

Uh. Not sure I even saw that coming up until the moment I typed this out. Either way, I love him, your honor. I want one. Ari, not a baby.

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 months

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The perks of being a wallflower - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Also on AO3! (Starts from first chapter)

TRIGGER WARNINGS (for this chapter) - mentions of suicidal thoughts and self-harm

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Weird. Apparently, the kid left earlier today, according to Happy. Peter is in school.

Tony has been feeling a little guilty for telling Peter to go to bed the way he did. Although Peter wasn’t in any condition to be in the workshop, the teen looked pretty drained. Not just physically but emotionally as well.

Thus, Tony thought he could make some nice breakfast for Peter. But then he found the boy’s bedroom empty. Peter must have left in a rush since he left his room messy. It’s not like him to leave without saying anything to Tony.

Regardless, the man starts organizing Peter’s things, like the bed and the abandoned clothes everywhere. The entire time, Tony tries to figure out what’s going on.

That is, when a white envelope lying on Peter’s desk catches his attention. Especially the big “Mr. Stark” written on it.

Huh, so he left Tony a letter? Peter usually texts him or calls him when he needs Tony.

The man carefully opens it, finding a handwritten letter. It looks messy but still readable. And the paper seems to have… dried teardrops. Quite a few of them.

“Dear Tony,

Dear Mr. Stark,

I’m so sorry I was messing everything up in the lab. I didn’t mean to make you angry.

I’m not feeling very good lately, for some reason. I mean, everything is better now, right? I love coming over and building things with you. That’s my favorite part of the week. But I’ve been feeling so bad, worse than I’ve felt in a while. I wanted to cry so badly and I didn’t want you to see me like this, because it’s not your fault, Mr. Stark.

I’m so tired. I want to die again. Or cut myself again. But F.R.I.DA.Y would let you know and you would probably get angrier with me.

So I’m gonna leave in the morning, okay? Maybe I should be alone for a while. You don’t want to deal with me like this. Again, I’m really sorry I ruined our time together.

I guess I’ll see you around.

Love Sincerely,

Peter”

…

Oh my god.

This is why Peter was feeling so off yesterday. Tony just assumed Peter was being irresponsible and not getting enough sleep. But the signs were so clear. And Tony didn’t even bother to check in on the kid.

He immediately takes his phone again to text Peter. He decides not to call in case Peter is in class right now.

Tony: Hey kid

Tony: You’re at school, right?

Well, the GPS says he’s in Midtown. Then again, Peter could abandon his phone somewhere or hack it like he did his Spider-Man suit before. In the meantime, Tony asks Happy if the driver noticed anything off about Peter. Happy only says that he noticed the kid was quieter than usual, but he just assumed Peter was tired.

Eventually, probably during Peter’s morning break, Tony gets a reply.

Peter: sup

Peter: yeah why?

Thank goodness.

Tony: I was just wondering if we could grab a bite after school’s over. Sounds fun, right?

The typing dots take a while to appear.

Peter: uh sure

Peter: is everything ok mr stark?

Tony: Of course, kiddo. I just miss you.

Peter: you literally saw me yesterday

Tony: Well, you left without even eating my masterchef breakfast.

Peter: you always burn the pancakes lol

Tony: Shush, that only happened once.

Peter may be joking around but Tony knows better than that.

Tony: Okay, I’ll pick you up then we can eat whatever you want. Sounds good?

Peter: ok mr stark

Tony: Alright. Sorry to bug you. See you later, kid.

Peter: see ya

Now Tony will only see Peter at 3 PM. He’ll just have to know what he’s going to do when they see each other again.

Tony is waiting inside the car, watching all the kids leaving school. Then he sees Peter talking to Ned. He’s smiling and laughing with his best friend. It all feels like any ordinary day… except Tony is keeping Peter’s letter with him.

Peter and Ned do that handshake of theirs, not without Ned staring at Tony’s car with amazement. He waves hello despite not being able to see Tony from outside due to the windows.

Regardless, Peter gets in the car with his usual casual smile. Though he seems a little suspicious of Tony’s sudden invitation.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter says regardless.

“Hey, kid. Did you have a good day?”

“I guess so.”

Tony is unable to really hide his concern, so Peter’s smile fades quickly.

“Okay, Mr. Stark, what’s all this about?” He doesn’t ask impatiently, he just doesn’t understand. He’s not even expecting Tony to apologize to him for being rude to Peter. Because he believes it’s his fault for not feeling well.

Tony sighs deeply, taking a moment before revealing the envelope, which was carefully closed again.

“... I read your letter.”

Peter’s eyes widen like never before. He snatches the envelope quickly.

“What?! No, you weren’t”– Peter looks like he wants to tear the letter into pieces –“You weren’t supposed to read it!”

“What do you mean? It was on your desk and it had my name,” Tony gently points out.

“No, I forgot it there! I was supposed to take it with me!”

“But you still wanted to tell me something, right?”

Peter groans, angrier at himself than anything. Tony almost puts a hand on his shoulder but he doesn’t know if that’s going to help.

“This is so embarrassing,” the teen says, wanting to cry.

“Kid–”

“No, I mean…”

Peter takes a deep, shaky breath.

“Ever since I was a kid, I would… write letters to you. I did send you the first ones but that was a long time ago. I knew you wouldn’t reply ‘cause you had more important things to do… but I kept writing more and more, imagining you’d be able to read them somehow. These letters got a lot more personal and no one else knew about them, not even Aunt May or Ned… or my uncle. I stopped writing them when I became Spider-Man because I wouldn’t really have time, and well… I got to know you, so why keep writing letters, right?”

The teenager starts letting out tears. He tries to hide them.

“But this last week… I dunno what happened. I started feeling really bad again. I was afraid of telling you that and I screwed up. So I thought it’d be better if I left before I ruined everything for good.”

Now, Tony squeezes his shoulder.

“Peter…”

“I-I didn’t, like… plan to do anything against myself. But I’m still thinking about it. Things are gonna get bad again and I don’t want them to. I wish I could stop it for once.”

The moment Peter starts sobbing, Tony pulls him in a hug.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I’m such a mess…”

“Shhh… I’m sorry I got angry with you, kid. I should’ve talked to you.”

“It’s not your fault…”

“It’s not your fault, kid. You deserve to be heard.”

Peter is shaking his head but he’s not protesting. His tensions slowly disappear as he returns the hug. He just sinks in it completely, like he’s been wanting a hug from Tony for years.

“You can tell me when you’re not feeling well. I promise I’ll listen and try to help you,” the man reassures him.

“I just don’t wanna lose you, Mr. Stark…”

“You won’t. I’ll be here for you, okay?”

Peter lets go of a breath he’s been holding back this whole time.

“Okay.”

Tony squeezes him a little tighter.

Eventually, they let go.

Peter’s face is tear-stained and red all over. He’s contemplating the envelope in his hands, not wanting to destroy it anymore.

“So… you mean you wrote more letters to me?” Tony asks.

“Oh, man… I wrote a lot. And they’re so embarrassing. If you already find my rambles annoying, they only get worse in the letters.”

“Well, I love your rambles, kid.”

Peter smiles shyly.

“I think I lost some with how often I moved,” he reflects. “But most of them are with me.”

“Hmm.”

Silence.

“... do you really want to read them?” Peter doubts.

“Only if you’re alright with it. I would love to know you better, but you don’t need to show them to me if you’re not comfortable.”

There’s a spark in Peter’s eyes, which must come from his child self, that actually really wants Tony to know what he has in mind. The kind of things he couldn’t translate into any other way.

“I could… um… send them to you at some point. There are a lot of letters. It’s okay if you can’t read all of them and like I said, they’re really cringy and dumb.”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Still, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen my letters. I’m actually bad at them.”

Peter rolls his eyes at his mentor, who takes them to Delmar’s. They get some sandwiches and chat for a bit. Then Tony points out Peter shouldn’t be on his own when he has suicidal or self-harming thoughts. Especially considering May hasn’t been home often due to her night shifts. Therefore, Tony offers Peter to stay with him for a while, so he has company and safety. There are also doctors that can help him if Peter needs them.

Tony admits he’s a little surprised that the boy accepts the offer. But of course, he’s relieved that Peter is accepting help.

His stay lasts a week or so. Peter slowly feels better again, so he goes back home, promising he’ll keep in touch.

Soon, Tony receives a huge box of letters.

Peter jokes with a sticky note, “Careful! Fragile”.

Tony will certainly read all of these.

Dear Peter,

Hey, buddy! I’m only a couple years late. Better now than never, right?

I’ve read nearly all of your letters and I will finish the remaining ones. I am definitely going to reply to every single one of them, just you wait. But I would like to tell you a few things first.

I want to thank you for all your letters and for sending them to me. I’m glad I could help you feel less lonely in a way. I know you don’t have it easy, kid.

I also wanted to remind you, it’s not your fault. You were struggling with so many things at once, especially with your powers. You always did the best you could, and you keep doing your best. You don’t know how proud I am of you.

Finally, thank you for being you. You are so talented, Peter. My greatest honor is getting to know you, including your sad parts. You can trust me with them. I hope I never make you doubt that again.

Many hugs,

Tony

P.S.: Do you still have that mini arc reactor you built? That would be the greatest birthday present ever.

P.S.2: Do you have your camera? I want to see your photos as well. Hell, when I thought you couldn’t be more talented…

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primroseparker · 2 years

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I Wish I Were… || TASM!Peter Parker x female!reader (Part 1)

Summary: You and Peter have been childhood friends, yet he doesn’t know how you really feel about him. When he falls for someone else, you use your musical talents as a way to express your feelings.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love (?)

A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first fic ever, so please excuse the horrible writing. I’ve wanted to write this for so long now. I got the idea when I was listening to “Heather” by Conan Gray for the thousandth time that week. Obviously, I don’t own the song or its lyrics, so all credits go to the wonderful Conan Gray for that masterpiece. Also, this is not proofread, sorry lol

You look at the sight before you. Spread out over the vibrant green grass were several couples having a picnic for the most romantic day of the year—Valentine’s Day. As you continue to walk through the park with a coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other, you notice how there are couples everywhere. The more couples you see, the faster you walk towards your destination. Of course you would forget about Valentine’s Day. It was the one day that you wish you could just skip altogether because it only served as a reminder that you were a victim of unrequited love. You near your best friend’s apartment building, quickly approaching the main entrance and climbing up the stairs. You knock twice on his door and wait for his response.

“If it’s you, y/n, you better have a good excuse for being this late,” he says as he opens the door. How anyone could ever miss this man’s beauty was still a mystery to you. Over the course of your friendship, only a few people had expressed interest in him. Most only saw him as the awkward nerdy guy whose forte was science and photography, not as someone who was sweet, caring, passionate, and attractive. But you saw him for who he truly was; it was exactly what had made you fall in love with him. His chocolate brown eyes looked at you with a hint of playful annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted by how many people were at the park today,” you admit as you enter his apartment. “I don’t know why I’m always surprised to see so many couples at the park, especially on a day like today. I never understood the appeal of eating on the ground while bugs try to eat your food. If I ever go out with someone, a picnic is the last thing I would do for a date”

“Really? I would do it if I had a girlfriend,” Peter states, “I mean, there’s nothing better than enjoying the fresh air while eating your favorite food with your favorite person. I think it would be nice, don’t you think?”

“Well, now that you put it that way, I don’t think it would be that bad,” you say while you hand him his breakfast. He takes it from you and gives you an adoring smile, one that usually makes you lose your train of thought.

As you both sit on his couch, Peter takes a sip of his hot drink and starts to remove the plastic wrap from the muffin.

“Oh, by the way, I’d love to introduce you to Gwen. I’ve been talking to her for a few months now, and I’m telling you, this girl is special,” he says as he takes a bite of the small domed cake. As he chews on the muffin, you notice how hard he’s trying to contain his smile.

That’s when it hits you—all those months of him canceling plans you had made together and ignoring your calls and texts suddenly made sense. He had been with her the whole time.

He doesn’t notice how your face falls as he says this. Instead, he continues by telling you all about this special girl. “There’s this fair that’s opening today. I know we made plans tonight to watch Back to the Future, but wouldn’t it be more fun for all three of us to go to this fair? That way you can meet her and we can hang out too. It’s a win-win situation, don’t you think?”

You drop your gaze, fearing that he could see the pain in your eyes.

“Yeah, sure. I need to go run some errands before we go out tonight. I’ll see you there, alright? Enjoy the muffin, bug boy,” you say as you rise and head towards the door.

As you walk down the stairs, you begin to question whether agreeing to meet Gwen was a good idea. Would you be able to handle seeing the two of them together, giving each other small smiles as they flirt back and forth? It probably wouldn’t be that bad, right? You’ve seen a few girls hit on Peter in the past. Even when he did flirt back, you always managed to suppress your jealousy, never letting it show on your face. You walk down the street, hoping that you had enough willpower to get through the night without breaking down.

—

As you approach the loud, vivid, and colorful scene before you, the sight of your favorite person holding the hand of a beautiful blonde catches your eye.

“Hey y/n!” Peter says as he sees you. He lets go of her hand and gives you a quick hug, almost as if he were afraid to touch you. “This is Gwen Stacy. And Gwen, this is y/n. We’ve been friends since the third grade. This one here was the only one that stood up for me when all those other kids made fun of me.”

“Yeah well, someone had to stop them from harassing the smartest and most kindhearted kid in our grade,” you answered as you and Peter gave share a small smile.

“That’s so sweet, I’m glad you guys remained friends after all these years,” the blonde says as she smiles brilliantly at you. All you could think about was how pretty and kind she seemed. It made sense why Peter had taken such interest in her.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go play some games!” he says as he pulls both of you toward the ring toss stand.

To no one’s surprise, Peter easily wins the game. As the employee hands Peter his prize, he looks at Gwen and says, “It must be nice to have a boyfriend to win you all the prizes you want, huh?” as he smiles at her.

“Yeah, I’m a lucky girlfriend indeed,” she says as grins at Peter.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were officially dating,” you sputtered out.

“Well, it just happened a few minutes before you got here, actually,” Gwen beams at Peter. They smile at each other, Peter’s gaze going from Gwen’s lips to her eyes. He turns to look at you.

“Remember that blue sweater that I love so much? Well, when she mentioned she was cold, I gave her the sweater with a note on its front pouch,” he says as he reaches into his back pocket and shows you the note.

Property of Peter Parker.

Only the most special, gorgeous, and lovely girl is allowed to wear this sweater.

Will you be my girlfriend?

Until that moment, you had never experienced what true heartbreak felt like. Sure, you had moments of jealousy and sadness when you watched Peter flirt with other girls, but nothing could ever compare to what you are feeling now. You feel a tightness in your chest, making the air feel like razor blades moving through you. Your eyes welled with tears as you try to hold them back.

“That’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you guys,” you reply in a mumble as you look down to the ground. Peter gives you a smile and turns to Gwen, putting the note in his back pocket and leading her toward the other games.

You knew Peter expected you to follow them, but it was all becoming too much for you to handle. Afraid of letting Peter see just how devastated you are, you turn on your heel and rush toward the street. As he turns to look for you, he sees you quickly walking through the crowd before losing sight of you.

“Where’s y/n, Peter?” Gwen says as she, too, looks around to find you.

“I’m not sure,” he whispers in confusion as he pulls out his phone and calls you. It goes straight to voicemail. Little did he know, you had turned off your phone as soon as you had gotten into the cab. Peter’s worry for you grew, his brow furrowing in confusion. You had never acted this way, after all. What could have possibly triggered you so much that would make you do this?

—

You sit by your bedroom window, staring into the distance. New York City at night was beautiful; the countless lights in the buildings made you wonder about life. At times like these, it would suddenly hit you that each of those lights came from someone’s home and that each person had a life full of love and heartbreak; full of happiness and anger. They had their ups and downs, their own heart-rendering and joyful experiences. They were the main character in their own life, just like you were the main character in your own life. You wonder about the lives of the people in those buildings. Have they ever experienced heartbreak like yours? Did they know what it was like to love someone so deeply, know their deepest secrets, and yet only be able to love them from afar? Did they know what it was like to care so deeply for someone with the most dangerous job in New York City? While most could understand what heartbreak felt like, none could possibly understand exactly what you were going through. After all, there was only one person that knew Peter’s secret.

Even though you had supported Peter through every difficult moment—from comforting him while he grieved for his uncle to patching him up every time he came to your apartment after his patrols—you still weren’t enough for him, you think. It was all becoming overwhelming. You yearn desperately for relief from what seems like never-ending torture. You want to talk to someone about this, but doing so would require you to reveal Peter’s secret. Betraying your best friend like that was out of the question. No matter how much pain you are in, you know your secrecy is vital to his safety. While you know you’re doing the right thing, you have never felt as alone as you do now. You turn back to face your room, desperate to find a way to stop feeling so emotionally suffocated. While you may not be able to tell Peter how you really feel about him, using music is the perfect way to vent your frustration and hurt.

You quickly stand up from your bed, grabbing your songbook on your way out. You exit your bedroom and head towards your little music corner by the living room window. Flipping through the pages as fast as you can, you feel the sharp edge of a page cut your skin. Dropping the songbook, you cradle your hand instinctively. You look down at it, noticing how the small drops of blood emerge from the wound and meet the surface of your skin.

Huh, you think to yourself, I guess this is what I get for being so naive. I don’t know why I even thought Peter would ever look at me as someone more than a friend. Maybe the universe thought emotional pain wasn’t enough.

You gather yourself, knowing that concentrating on playing your music would take some of that pain away. Not the physical pain caused by the papercut, of course. But perhaps singing your heart out would bring some relief to your broken heart. As you carefully continue flipping through the pages and ignoring the stinging sensation on your finger, you find the song you had been working on for the past few years.

A song inspired by seeing your best friend with other girls, secretly hoping that you could be in their place. Though you hadn't finished writing the lyrics on your songbook, you were sure that it would still help nevertheless. Seeing Peter and Gwen together that night made you realize that you could never be her. You could never be what he not only wanted but needed. It was enough to inspire the rest of the lyrics for that song.

You turn to face your keyboard and begin playing. You start to sing softly, hoping that it would help you keep your tears at bay.

Only if you knew how much I liked you

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She’s got you mesmerized while I die

As you continue to sing with more passion, you become unaware of the sound coming from your fire escape—the sound of feet hitting the metal, the sound of someone knocking on your bedroom window and opening it, and the sound of footsteps behind you. Peter walks quietly towards you, afraid of startling you. But as he listens to your voice, he begins realizing what the song is really about. He recognizes the details, feeling his heart skip a beat as he begins putting the pieces together: you being so distant that day, seeing your features twist in pain as he mentioned how he had given Gwen his favorite sweater, the one that he had allowed you to wear for years.

But you like her better

I wish I were…

Just as Peter is about to touch you, a sob escapes you, letting your shoulders drop in defeat.

Peter had never seen you in such pain. Guilt begins to gnaw at him. He turns his back on you and walks swiftly to the window, knowing full well that he needed to think things through before talking to you. As he prepares himself to swing toward his apartment, he hears your broken whisper, “I wish I could be enough for you, Pete.”

That day, Peter Parker—your childhood best friend and the person you loved the most in this world—was the one to cause your first heartbreak.

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