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rapid-looser · 2 years

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★C!dsmp as love troupes.★

a/n: i have a few half finished drafts but i have no motivation to finish them, so I'm working on random stuff instead ^^

pronouns: you/yours

Requested: yes/no

C!Dream:

Unsuspected lovers.

•Everyone thought you two were on opposite sides, which wasn't completely wrong but it wasn't completely right either

•They didn't even think Dream had any current friendships, let alone a relationship considering he uses people's attachments against them

•Not to mention the two of you seemed to be too different to be together, to everyone on the dsmp you two couldn't go together, like trying to fit two puzzle pieces but one if from a total different puzzle

•Even George and Sapnap didn't know, and they were friends with Dream for 10+ years (before they started hating each other)

•However Dream didn't like even interacting with you if you two weren't in dreams base

•He knows what attachments do to people, which is why he likes to keep your relationship down so no-one suspects anything

•But if it did come down to it and your life was being threatened in a war, he would drop everything to defend you, even if it means getting sent back to prison

•If you ever died, he'd subtlety revive you, but he'd try to make sure no-one knew you died

•To keep himself safe though, he may throw you under the bus while people are around, but he'll only do it if he knows for a fact you won't get hurt

•Being with him is like a game of fate, one wrong slip and you could fall into a abyss to huge, you would never be able to get out of it.

C!George:

Best friends, borderline lovers.

•He doesn't have a lot of energy to ever put into a relationship, so the two of you are just sorta stuck in between best friends and lovers

•He cares about you and he'd never put you in harm's way, but he'd never dare call you his lover

•You and him have been beat friends for years, before the feelings for each other started to grow more

•He knows that you care about him, he genuinely does, but he can't bring himself to call you his partner because what if it all goes wrong?

•He doesn't wanna loose his best friend, so it's better to just never move onto dating.

•That doesn't stop the noticeable glances towards you from him when the whole dsmp vs L'manburg thing happened

•He checks in on you daily but if he's ever asked what his relationship with you is, he's probably say "Well [name]? Yeah they're one of my closer friends, but we're not anything more than that''

•He will keep friendzoning you, as he only wants to protect himself from the hurt if you ever left him

•He does know that it's hurting you in the process, but he just wants the best for himself

•But at the same time he will defend you at any cost, if someones threating you, he's extremely quick to pull out his armour and defend you

•He also appreciates you sticking with him even though he has never accepted the fact that 'Hey, maybe the two of us could actually work out and you won't leave me'

•If you wanted to date George, he will hurt you a lot in the process before he accepts you as his lover

C!Karl:

Reincarnated lovers/souls.

•You two have been together in many, many timelines, always finding each other in every life you two have.

•The two of you always seem to be in the same timeline, each life, never straying too far from the other

•Karl always feels like time as stopped when he holds you in the morning

•The two of you are tied by fate, as some say, others say soulmates.

•When one of you leave, the other feels an aching in they're heart that doesn't go away until the other returns.

•Neither of you can go too long without seeing the other

•Karl remembers most of his previous lives he's had with you, and he sometimes references to said previous lives

•However sometimes Karl can't remember his previous lives with you, and seems them in dreams.

•One of the dreams was him dancing with someone he appeared to be lovers with, while whispering 'I love you, always and forever'

•Ever since he had that dream, he's always said 'Always and forever' after everyone 'I love you', which makes you confused

•He has sworn multiple times to never let anything but happen to you and he has stuck to his word.

•He sometimes feels older than he actually is when he's with you, but at the same time he feels like time is endless with you

•However in the end, he just hopes he gets another life with you, and another one after that, and so on, because he doesn't wanna loose you, ever.

C!quackity:

We're totally not dating

•So you and quackity had been friends well before Las Nevadas was a thing, you had stood by him as his best friend for years, even through Manburg

•You had liked him for a while to say the least, but you wouldn't say anything because at the time, he was engaged with Sapnap and Karl

•You helped him build Las Nevadas, and a while after quackity divorced the two of them (and after he was entirely over them), you confessed.

•But Quackity has enemies, so while he accepted your confession, he didn't announce that he was dating you. He always called you his best friend while in public.

•However he would be more cautious while you were working around Las Nevadas and he'd always be the one helping you, even if someone else was helping you first

•He'd always be checking in on you or getting Slime to check in on you, which was weird for the rest of the Las Nevadas crew because, he said you're fully capable of handling yourself when they first joined, so what changed now?

•He'd also brush his hand against yours when he's having a meeting, which Foolish picked up on, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to upset quackity

•Even when Foolish asked Slime about yours and Quackity's relationship, Slime only said that the two of you are great friends, which was a slight lie but Foolish didn't need to know that

•Slime also saw you sneaking into quackitys house (room?), When no-one else was around, which made slime have his suspicions

•Slime was the first to ask Quackity if the two of you were together, which caught him slightly off guard and made him slightly nervous

•Quackity still wouldn't vocally saw that the two of you were together, because if someone in Las Nevadas was a spy, they could use that against him and potentially hurt you in the process, which is the last thing he'd want to happen

•Another thing quackity did has get matching anklets, yours had a 'Q' carved into it and Quackitys had a [Your initial] carved into it, but he'd usually keep his hidden

•But if anyone saw it, he'd just say it was a gift from someone he use to know in the past

•Over time it'd become more clear to most that the two of you were dating but just didn't wanna say anything

•Quackity doesn't tell anyone at all that the two of you are dating, because he learnt in the past that things like that can end up hurting someone he cares about, but it's obvious for people who work with him that he cares more about you than anyone else, even if he never says it.

#c!dream #dsmp x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x you #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #dsmp george #gnf x y/n

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froggo-is-here · 1 year

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DSMP Royale!AU ? Definitely (part 1)

These are hc's/what I think y/n

aka reader would wear as the future bride of the prince's!

(all characters are C! + Royale AU, not cc)

(I don't own any of these pictures, I found them all on Pinterest)

C!Dream:

C!George:

C!Karl

C!Sapnap:

C!Eret:

Tysm for reading!

(I'll post part 2 eventually)

xoxo Froggo!!!

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dnfao3tags · 4 months

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HII, I saw that one of the tropes in the list is loreswap so I wanted to recommend the fic In last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams by starryskies (demonstars) my bestie :3 that's all thank uuu I love this blog

thank you for the recommendation! @demonstars

— in last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s dreams by starryskies (demonstars) (teen | comp. | 7k)

Breaking out of prison is easy. It is everything else that falls apart.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #anon recs #demonstars #starryskies #2023 #teen #>5k #dtblr secret santa 2023 #c!dnf #loreswap #ft technoblade #angst with a happy ending #royal x knight #knight!george #royal!dream #protective!george #georgeeehd

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nyxonlive · 2 years

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"spectacular arrangement"

contains c! dream, c! george summary to be quite frank, neither the both of you were informed about the arrangement so imagine the look of surprise when the news finally broke out, without you both knowing. word count 1k+

DREAM

"i'm sorry what?" he managed to cover his reaction - failing miserably as the reporters eyebrows turned to knots. repeating the question again the interviewer asked "how did you meet the love of your life you highness?"

straightening his posture he needed to talk to his mother after the interview. glancing at the reporter he said "we met on a horseback trail when i was going home from a stroll" keeping the answer short and possibly private, he managed to catch a breath when the interviewer moved onto a new topic.

don't get him wrong, he prepared for these type of stuff even if the questions are chosen before the day of the interview. he must've missed reading the question about this arrangement not to mention the sudden change on the look on his face. finishing the interview he snuck out, not letting his guards know he left which his mom is gonna scold him later on.

he stumbled on the forest he always visited since his childhood, the roots have grown but it still feels like yesterday, like he was still the young prince without any pressure on his back. the sudden drip of water as he watch the sky turn to gray as he cursed silently. how was he going to get out of this without informing any followers that itch to get something out of the royal family? cause apparently a prince drenched from the rain is "inappropriate" and "careless"

as the sky turns to the darker hue, he knew he was in trouble. he spots a figure and fights his thoughts about asking the person for help. troubled he had no choice to ask knowing he might risk his life or reputation with this move. "excuse me? do you know the way out? it seems as though im kind of lost" as the figure turned to him; the first thing he spotted is their eyes how it shines even though everything between them was already dark. the person smiled softly as they open their mouth to speak "getting lost here is common but it's your lucky day since i know the way" hesitant he asked "how do i know you're not gonna kidnap me and sell my organs?" they chuckled "well i have no use for your organs sir, im quite content to my finances and organs"

still hesitant he just nods as the rain kept getting stronger he felt himself shivering and they must've saw as they took of their coat and gave it to him surprised he blurted "oh no, please keep it" staring at him, they said "no worries i have thick skin and clothes too it's more better if you took this" he carefully took the coat in their hands and automatically finds comfort in the lavender scent it has. he's still wondering how he was able to trust someone to do this let alone a stranger.

reaching the end they spoke "well here we are i hope you get back home safely" glancing the lanterns he thanked them and they smiled and continued to walk away from him. processing what happened he took of the coat but they smiled and said "keep it. it looks good on you" speechless dream watches as they walk away from him. the blush was obvious from his face as he walks himself towards the castle.

he couldn't sleep if he was going to be honest he still thought about the comfortable feeling he had for a short time he hasn't felt that in years. as he glances at the coat that hangs from his wardrobe, he thought he was lucky to encounter and not someone who has something they want he came into the conclusion that some people want something from everyone but you were different and breath of fresh air. and he liked that, a lot.

as he finds himself seating as his mother said and explained the arrangement he was about to rebuttal when they were interrupted as the doors opened he saw a familiar face. it's going to be alright he said to himself. it was you.

GEORGE it was his duty he reminded himself but he couldn't take away the feeling that it was forced because it definitely was. pondering, he glances at your direction it was raining it was a setback for them and the horses but you look at the rained as it was peaceful he heard you spoke "you're not quite fond of the rain aren't you? "he was surprised to say the least, but he softly answered "indeed i am, it's a setback for everyone, the hunt, farms." you hummed still staring at him he continued " i take it you like the rainy weather?" you glanced at him, smiling softly "i do" you spoke again "i take it as the sky took too much to bear" george was confused it was evident from his face chuckling you said "i mean it's the sky releasing it's emotion or burden, i like to think the sky as person it has emotions and gorgeous smiles like sunsets and such, and as a person no one should bear that much weight inside. so for me rain is the sky trying to release it's pain and burden." you looked up on him as he said "you are indeed smart" smiling you said "i know i am" he chuckled and he said "do you wanna see the sunset with me tomorrow?" "i would love to. " as the sky turns to blue into magnificent hues you said "the sky's smiling" not taking his eyes on the sun he says "indeed it is" as you glance at him "it is indeed beautiful"

you continue to stare as he looks at the sun smiling.

"ah you two are getting along, good." his mother says he looks at his mother and said "we are, you picked someone good." his mother smiles and said "i know i did." as they both smiled excited for the future ahead.

an: i might do some of the others as well (if motivation comes thru)

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reecehaswritten · 1 year

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No matter which fandom I’m in when I listen to exorcism or mind brand I only think of c!tommy and c!george and their relation to c!dream

Exorcism by creep-p is about an abusive manipulative relationship, comparing the abuser to a demon who needs to be cleansed from the main characters body. The abuser tells them they’re worthless, they can’t do shit, leave them alone, and they put on a face to try and prove them wrong but it fails. And it gets worse when he starts manipulating others. They even say that exorcisms won’t help anymore, which further demonises the actions of the abuser.

You see, that’s c!tommy to me. And you can tell who the abuser is (c!dream)

And mind brand by maretu is also about a toxic relationship. C!dnf. (Ignoring the songs mentions of pregnancy) it’s about how a dude, after growing a nice little relationship with someone, cuts all ties when things got tough, angering the main character, in this case c!george. He is pissed, as the other goes off with more people to do the same thing to them. George blew up the server because of Dream, even if it was a dream in the end, because he wanted to blow up kinoko. He’s wanted to let go, but still feels pain over it. Dream XD was even overthrown in that same dream. He wants to put dream behind him but can’t, still angered by him. But he’s not remorseful for his actions. He wants Dream to burn in hell.

#reece rambles #vocaloid x mcyt #Tommyinnit #c!tommy #georgenotfound #c!george #c!dream #dream smp

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animusrox · 2 months

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TOP 10

Past Lives

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How to Blow Up a Pipeline

Poor Things

Oppenheimer

Barbie

BlackBerry

The Holdovers

The Iron Claw

Killers of the Flower Moon

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Dsmp x reader reactions to reader being interrupted when talking about something they’re passionate about?:))

Hallo, thanks for requesting!

Tw: caps

YOU, ANON, READ MY MIND. I was just thinking about writing something like this actually haha

Hope you enjoy <3

DSMP react to you being interrupted when talking

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle, Aimsey

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Ok, so

Dream, Sapnap, Skeppy and Punz seem like the ones who would either glare at who interrupted you or like call them out for not letting you talk; their anger comes through more then the others

George, Bad, Karl and Charlie don't want to make such a big scene, so they'll just sit close to you and let you continue

Quackity, Wilbur, Phil, Techno and Eret will confidently tell whoever interupted you to shut up and let you continue, because it was disrespectful. Will put who interupted you in their place in they have to

Niki, Aimsey, Foolish and Sam aren't confrontational people, but they'll speak up for you when they have to. So they'll kindly tell everyone that you weren't done

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smooth-perceval · 11 months

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“Stealing hearts aside.”

Carlos Sainz X Fem!Reader.

[Part Two]

Summary: Reader is attending a GP for a “date” but her “date” leaves her wandering around the pit lane alone. Until she bumps into a very cheeky driver.

Warnings: Swearing, some cheeky pick up lines, pure fluff, Google translate, no proof read.

++ Warning: Mention of Zhou Guanyu crash.

Key: Y/N (Your Name), Kai (your dates name), Y/J/C (your job choice), we’re at silverstone GP.

Word count: 2,474

A/N: First post on this account, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I got some inspiration from watching “The Break-up” and how they both first met. Soooo enjoy 🖤

I had no clue why I was here- to be honest… I mean Kai said it’ll be a nice outing, but watching cars go round and round, and barely getting a conversation in edge ways doesn’t sound like a nice outing to me.

I don’t even know this guys full name.

The conversation was barely to none… he has just been flashing money all day expecting me to swoon. When I’m far from swooning. If anything I’m ready to go home, I was annoyed- I had travelled quite a distance to get here just for the guy to be a complete douche.

We was both walking down the pits in our own worlds, me looking towards the garages, him doing god knows what. I noticed a few names that you hear around, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, George Russel. They’re just names you hear around England seeing as they was our drivers.

Letting out a deep sigh, I tried the effort again… “So who is this garage here?” Pointing at the bright red garage I glanced up at the names,

Carlos Sainz,

Charles Leclerc.

“Kai?” Turning around, he was gone. I turned doing a full spin looking around, it’s one thing to be a dick. But to leave me alone in an unknown area was another thing. This entire date was a right off, I was 100% ready to go home. And that’s what I looked for the nearest exit.

Then it all got too much… I felt my chest heave and my body slowly started warming up, I knew the tears were on the way… what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t even have my date stick around? Shaking my head I bit my lip gently, I couldn’t cry here, not in public.

Right I need a distraction, before I ball my eyes out… I looked back up at the signs reading their names again, I know that logo- and the red is quite obvious… so I’m next to a Ferrari garage.

These wouldn’t be such bad photos here, humming a tune, starting to try and forget about the failed date. I pulled my phone out taking a snap of the car, smiling to myself I looked at the photo, maybe I can stay for a few more minutes… a few more pictures.

“You want a picture of me, no?” Turning at the voice, I tilted my head back shielding my eyes looking at the person.

“Oh hi- did you want me to take a photo of you?” Confused i held my phone up.

“No, I thought you wanted a picture-” looking back at me just as confused, I shook my head slowly. “No… we can take one if you want?” I got the camera app up on my phone and smiled at the guy.

“You don’t know who I am?” I shook my head again, staring up at him.

“Am I supposed to?” I glanced at the person next to him and they just shook their head smiling a little.

“Carlos, we have got to get going-”

“Carlos?” Repeating his name I turned back towards the garage then back at him.

“Oh… this is your garage?”

“Sí!” He gestured to the garage, I smiled and laughed a little. Now stepping back and getting a good look at him… he was like a dream. Like he had just walked out of a movie, some kind of Prince Charming.

“Finalmente, llegamos allí al final.” (Finally, we got there in the end.) He turned to the person next to them laughing a little. Back to being confused again I tilted my head at them both.

“Sorry… I don’t speak that language.” Pausing I looked back at the guy. “Or any other language…” smiling at me he held his hand out. “I am Spanish.”

“Oh, how lovely!” Smiling back at him I handed him my phone, as he held it up for a photo, both smiling into the camera, I felt Carlos hand move to the middle of my back as he snapped the photo.

“Carlos we have got to go… there’s people crowding around and there’s not a lot of security.”

Carlos arm was still placed there as we both looked around at the crowds of people slowly forming. “I say you better get going Mr.Sainz.” Smiling up at him I go to get my phone, him moving it back slightly. “Ah ah, what’s your name?”

Laughing a little I reached over more grabbing my phone. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N”

“Does Y/N have someone I should be watching out for?”

Pausing for a moment my mind flickering back to earlier I shook my head. “Nobody I can think of-” his smile grew slightly.

“Will Y/N give me her number?” Shocked I stepped back, Carlos hand now falling to his side.

“Why do you want my number?” Furrowing my eyes brows at him I put my phone into my purse.

“So when I want to call you I know the number to dial?” He laughed a little looking back to the person.

“Oh… erm okay.” The person handed me a pen they had connected to their folder, and I wrote my number onto his arm.

“Why did you write it there?” Confused he looked at the number reciting it.

“So if you wash your hands, you don’t wash me away.” Smiling up at him. “Balls in your court Carlos.” Humming he looked at the number again. “I’ll be in touch querida.” (Darling.)

“Oh- it’s Y/N…”

“I didn’t say your name.”

“No- that’s why I thought I remind you… you called me-”

“Querida, I know.” (Darling.)

“What’s that mean?”

“You’ll find out.” Smiling he then squeezed my arm heading into his garage with the other person.

I was trying to remember what he called me and how he said it- but it had already left my mind when he touched my arm. It was like he flicked on a switch and I was on fire.

Still gobsmacked I turned to the garage that had people running sorting the car out, Carlos was no where in sight, he must have gone to get changed or something because he defiantly wasn’t in his racing suit.

“Carlos Sainz…” it sounded like heaven on the lips, smiling blissfully to myself I decide to leave it up to him, walking away from the garage, maybe I could stay for one more race…

Walking around I tried finding a good spot, pulling my phone out getting the camera ready. The speakers where barely heard over the sound of the cars as they were started up.

I could just about see the finish line form where I was I’m guessing it’s the first corner, steadying my phone I press record the cars all going round doing a slow lap, or warming up the tires as the lady next to me had said.

First lap and there was a terrible crash, right in front of the first corner, loud sounds of gasps came from everyone. The car had flipped upside down and was sliding along the gravel and ended up wedged between the two barriers. Luckily the driver came out un injured- but even so it made your stomach churn… it was scary to witness especially right in front of your eyes.

With each lap there was nearly a car less on the track, and I still found myself watching out for the number ‘55’ each time it had come round, merely out of worry.

It was nearing the end of the race, they was just coming up to the finish straight, Carlos still in first place. The silence of the crowd all holding our breaths as he come flying through the checkered flag.

It sent everyone into a loud mass of cheers and applause, and the English crowd screamed louder when Lewis crossed the line. A moral victory and everyone glad he was on the podium at his home race.

Everyone had migrated round to the stage area where they accept their trophy’s, it was packed, all like sardines… the weather was unbearable especially in this mass of people, so pulling myself away I stood at the very back and used my phone camera to zoom in on Carlos.

Watching my phone with a smile, a blush had crept to my face. He looked even better than earlier- he looked rough- and weirdly enough Carlos pulled it off. He just looked great… I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

The day finally came to an end, overall I wouldn’t be put off by watching cars go round and round, if I meant bumping into Carlos again… he was wonderful, he had a lovely smile, a laugh that I wanted to hear on repeat, my body still felt ecstatic every time I say his name. Even thinking of him.

I had finally reached my car still in a trance, in my own little world. Giddy by how the day had ending, I guess it wasn’t such a bad date after all…

The only thing I was waiting for now was any contact from him. I just had to be patient-

Once home that night I had made dinner and showered, getting changed into some pyjamas, it was still warm in England the summer being close to one of the warmest summers. Satin sets and air conditioning was the only way of battling through the night, and lots of hydration.

I was relaxing on the sofa watching tv when my phone broke the quietness ringing out loud, jumping slightly I picked the phone up, the contact read as unknown number. Confused I press the answer hoping it wasn’t some scam…

“Hello?” I press the mute button on the tv trying to listen.

“Y/N?” Just by saying my name he had a smile on my face and butterflies dancing around my stomach. Like a giddy school girl I tucked my legs underneath me hugging the phone tight.

“You called-”

“I didn’t know wether to text or call- but here we are.” Laughing a little down the phone I smiled even more… it could possibly break my face.

“Congratulations on your win.”

“You watched?” I nod my head, then quickly said yes realising he couldn’t see me.

“Is the guy who crashed okay? You know, the first lap…”

“Sí, Sí… bit shaken I think that’s all.” He sighed into the phone, and my heart went out to him.

“Longs his okay… how are you?”

“I’m okay- I wish I didn’t watch it back… it was horrible.”

Humming the line went silent…

“Are you still in England?”

“Yeah- I fly out in a tomorrow,” a few muffles was heard from his side clearly moving around.

“Oh where are you off to next?”

“Austria.”

“Well I’ll be watching” smiling a little, praying I wasn’t too forward, I then heard his little chuckle.

“I think you was my lucky charm today-”

Laughing also, my face now heating up. He definitely has a way with words-

“You think?” He hummed back rusting around again.

“Can I see you?”

“Err, I doubt I can get to where you are right now- and I’m in my pyjamas…” mumbling I fiddled with the pillow in front of me.

“FaceTime?”

“I’m in my pyjamas-” laughing again, but he already had the FaceTime going I just had to accept.

Looking around quickly I grabbed the cushion and put it in front of myself to hide the pyjamas, and sorting my hair out quickly. It still being a little damp from the shower… chewing on my lip I observed myself again before pressing accept.

And there he was, and again… I think even more handsome… I can’t put my finger on it maybe it was how his hair had curled a little in front of his head- made him look just incredible… maybe it was how his eyes seemed to still be relishing in his victory, I just don’t know but he is perfect.

“Hi-” I mailed wide at seeing his face pulling the phone a little closer.

“Hello querida.” (Darling)

“Are you doing to tell me what it means or shall I translate it?” Laughing a little leaning my head back.

“No, no don’t ruin the fun!” Laughing also he got up moving over to the bed laying down, his head against his pillow.

“So, what brings you to the race?” He smiled moving his hand up and playing with his hair.

“I actually had a date there…” mumbling I switch the tv off heading upstairs also.

“A date? Who takes a lady on a date there?” His eyebrows was furrowed, clear confusion on his face. I gasped agreeing with him.

“I thought the same thing!”

“Where were they? When we bumped into each other?”

“I wouldn’t say we bumped into each other Carlos. I had no idea who you was- and you thought I was a fan… which I am now by the way-” tilting my head slightly at him, I climb into bed also, my side lamp still on.

“Definitely my favourite-” he smiled before rolling onto his side, “I didn’t see him around, unless I pushed him out the way or something without realising?”

“No he ran off before you got the chance…” I sighed looking away from the camera.

“That’s good.” He hummed, causing me to frown and look back at him. “Sorry… but how?”

“Well we defiantly wouldn’t have been speaking now, no?” It was my turn to hum and roll my eyes playfully. “I see” he started laughing moving the phone away from him.

Once he calmed down he spoke again, “So-”

“So…” I also turned on my side smiling to myself.

“Stealing hearts aside.”

He gestured his hands in front of him and I nodded my head slowly.

“What else do you do?”

“Are you implying something Mr.Sainz?” Raising my eyebrows at him.

“Hm?” He raised his eyebrows also, both smiling at each other.

“I would say you have stolen my heart completely.”

Now it was my turn to burst into laughter, Carlos laughing along, “Well stealing hearts, aside- I am a Y/J/C”

“Incredible, you really are perfect-”

Blushing harder I move my phone away, “Stop it…”

“Don’t move me!” He laughed again pulling his phone closer to himself, chasing me to once again laugh.

“You really are something, I just can’t quite put my finger on it.” I smile wistfully, eyes glued to him. “Your so pretty.” Mumbling quietly lost in thought.

And that’s when I noticed it, the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks. It made him even more cuter… absolutely perfect.

“Now you stop it-”

Glancing at the time I let out a sigh…

“I should let you go, you have a flight-” I watch Carlos eyes move slightly clearly checking the time before he looked back at the camera.

“Sí, I don’t want to go.” Sighing also his face now slightly deflated.

“Me neither…” I whisper holding the phone tighter.

“When can I see you again? In person-”

My breath got caught in my throat before I smiled a little.

“You really want to see me again?”

“I would be stupid not to.”

“Well Carlos, the ball is in your court.” I smiled a little more, remembering earlier when I said the exact same thing.

“Come to Austria.” He quickly sat up, face turned serious.

“I can’t- don’t you think that’s a little too soon?”

“When you know, you know.” He shrugged like he didn’t just ask me to fly to another country with him.

“Carlos I have a job- I can’t just get up and go…”

“So if you didn’t have a job, you would’ve came?” His smile now returning.

“I didn’t say that…” smiling shyly, knowing full well I would’ve probably considered it-

“I don’t know what it is- I just have this urge to have you there… I need to see you again.” Sighing he laid back defeated.

“Come to the airport- I’ll come to you?” He suggested quickly.

“Carlos-”

“Please.” We both stare at each other, Carlos pleasing eyes slowly making me cave…

“I’ll see you at the airport, okay?”

A bright smile broke out on his face and he shuffled around excitedly.

“Sí Sí. I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay- goodnight Carlos”

“Goodnight querida” he winked into the camera, and blew me a kiss, causing me to laugh a little.

“Goodnight.” The call ended and I really couldn’t stop the smile… it hurt how bad I was smiling.

Carlos sainz, you really are something.

A/N: I’ve had to rush a few things- seeing as I promised a time and didn’t stick to it- we’ve been having a heatwave in England and I really couldn’t get the fic finished- howeverrrr this could become a slow series. Because I’m kinda liking chili 😉 Let me know what you think- so far 🖤

Tag: @copper-boom 🖤

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#f1 imagine #carlos sainz imagine #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz fanfic

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sunflowersandsapphires · 4 months

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Tis the Damn Season

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: Based on a request from the lovely @dorothleah, Matt and his childhood best friend have a realization at Christmastime.

warnings: smut adjacent times (it’s just spicy towards the end, nothing graphic), descriptions of family holidays (they’re positive), Christmas specific, swearing

A/n: ahhhhh this one was so difficult to write—I really hope I did the prompt justice. (Also, this is set early on in S1 but let’s just pretend that all the bombing stuff didn’t happen bc that would definitely overshadow Matt’s holidays. Plus Mrs. Cardenas was an Angel so she is still alive and living her best life somewhere outside of this piece because I said so.)

w/c: ~4k

Breathing deeply, you couldn’t help but smile as the bitter cold wind swirled around you. Despite the extreme temperatures, winter in New York was beautiful. Layers of silver clouds drifted through the city, muting the constant stream of artificial light into something less aggressive, more ethereal. The thin layer of snow covering every exposed surface created a gorgeous blank slate of sorts, like an untouched page in a child’s coloring book. Monotone and full of possibilities. It was a sight you missed dearly, so much so that your heart flipped every year when you stepped out of the airport and back into the city you were raised in.

California was beautiful too, of course–not that you’d gotten to see much of it between your 8 years of post-secondary school and 2.5 years of residency so far. Even summer breaks had been spent studying or interning, rather than visiting the gorgeous beaches or tourist attractions across the state. When you found yourself swamped with work and longing for a break, you never dreamed of California, though. Only of New York.

Which is why the winter holidays were so important to you now. This was the only opportunity you had to visit family, to visit Matt. Most years, you spent about a week with your family for Christmas and spent a few wonderful evenings with your beloved childhood-best-friend-turned-charitable-defense-attorney, but this year was unique.

After encouraging your parents to take a much needed vacation, you’d mentioned to Matt that you were struggling to find a hotel to house you for the holidays. Charming and protective man that he was, he was appalled that you hadn’t asked to stay with him instead–arguing passionately with you until you agreed to stay at his loft for a couple days rather than spend the holidays alone.

Which led you on the snow-laced journey from the baggage claim to Matt’s front door, which you studied apprehensively, hand frozen in a fist that hadn’t yet knocked. The fluttering in your stomach was inevitable, your nerves always acted up when you saw Matt, but it was especially intense when your mind was occupied with the knowledge that you’d be surrounded by him and his things for a weekend.

Blowing out a breath, you let your eyes fall shut as you knocked rapidly on the door, the percussive sound echoing the pulsing in your ears. Footsteps padded down the hallway towards you, halting at the door as it slowly creaked open.

“Hi Matty,” Your voice was quiet, your cheeks blooming with warmth as he grinned at you. His beautiful smile hadn’t changed at all, still revealing the wit and mischief of the 14 year old you’d met all those years ago at St. George College Prep.

His signature red glasses twinkled with the reflection of the flickering hallway lights. “Long time, no see, sweetheart.”

As the familiar joke vaporized your anxiety, you dove into his open arms with a squeal. He was as warm and muscular as ever, his arms tightening around you as if waiting for you to dissolve. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, basking in the comfort of his embrace and letting it melt a year of stress away.

While you were enjoying the first hug you’d received in too long, Matt remained almost rigid beneath your touch–his brain counting every second and wondering where the line would need to be drawn. He could have stayed in your grasp all day, but that wasn’t what “friends” did, right? Inhaling deeply, he pulled away from you.

“C’mon, sweet girl, let’s get you inside and warmed up.” Taking your hand, Matt guided you down the hallway and into his apartment, the sight of which made you gasp.

Strings of multicolored lights were strung around the perimeter, wrapped around every available surface in a festive tangle. A small, but otherwise impressive, fir tree stood against the massive paneled windows, smattered with glittering ornaments and candy canes.

The air suddenly felt forced out of your lungs, your breath staggering like a newborn foal as you surveyed every inch of the apartment. When your parents had booked their holiday cruise, you’d been slightly devastated–which wasn’t fair of you, since you’d encouraged them to get away for the month, but that didn’t stop your heart from aching at the thought of the traditions you’d miss. Christmas was your parents’ favorite holiday, and they went all out each year–decorating the house with gorgeous poinsettias and tinsel, buying the largest tree they could find at the local farm, stringing lights around the entire house. The festive beauty of your family home was one of your favorite sights, and you weren’t ready for the absence of decor.

But the absence never came, because you had Matt, the most amazing best friend a girl could ask for. The man who knew you inside out, and had anticipated your reaction to skipping a family Christmas, taking it upon himself to make up for their departure.

Biting your lips as tears threatened to fall, you let Matt enfold you in another hug, a drop of moisture rolling down your cheek when his lips pressed against your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“You did all this for me? Matt, I–” Withdrawing from the shelter of his arms, you strode around the apartment, running your fingers along the wires Matt had painstakingly decked his apartment with.

“Before you get too grateful, you should know that Foggy helped.” Matt laughed, rocking from foot to foot as he waited for you to take it all in.

Giggling at his glowing blush, you nodded, “Well, you both did an amazing job. Ugh, I could kiss you right now!”

The words slipped out of your mouth without a thought, but they froze Matt in place.

Your relationship with him was unlike any of the other friendships he held. There was a flicker of something deeper–a tense heat simmering underneath every touch, a magnetism that simultaneously drew you together and forced you apart.

After knowing you for 15 years, Matt could read you as if you were composed of braille. Every inhale, every pulse of your heart, every flutter of arousal from you crafted a story of love that he was terrified of losing. Neither of you could handle the stress of a long distance relationship. So, he held you close while keeping you at arm’s length.

Or, at least, he had. The urge to abandon all logic and act on his wildest desires was growing stronger by the minute. Treading over to where you stood, admiring the Christmas tree, Matt encircled your waist with his arms, tilting his nose against your temple.

“I missed you.” He murmured against your cheek.

“I missed you too, handsome. So much.” You leaned backwards into Matt’s firm chest, tangling your fingers with his.

Swaying slightly as he held you, Matt stayed silent, allowing you to soak up every ounce of joy from each tiny detail of the holiday ambiance he had painstakingly put together. Sure, it had been a chore, but it was absolutely worth it for the skip of your heart beat, the stutter of your breath as you held back happy tears. He’d do anything to give you the Christmas you deserved, and that included enlisting Foggy as his eyes for a week of decorating.

Because he was human, and his patience could only be strained so much, he eventually pressed a kiss to your head and spun you to face him. “Ok, I think it’s about time for me to pull my responsible host card and remind you that you need to eat.”

Laughing at his smirk, you nodded eagerly. “You’re right, I’m starving.”

“Really? I had no idea.” Matt gasped in feigned surprise, sparking another round of giggles from you.

“Shut up, asshole. I was admiring your hard work! Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” You shoved at Matt’s chest fondly.

“You’re right, I apologize,” Matt chuckled with you, rocking backwards after your playful push. “Have a taste for anything in particular?”

“Anywhere you want to take me, Matty.” You grinned.

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Nearly tripping over a crack in the sidewalk as you laughed brightly, you were launched into another set of giggles as Matt caught you by the elbow. Comfortably full after dining at Matt’s new favorite Thai place, the two of you ambled around the city catching up on the last year.

“Christ, you’re going to break something.” Matt sighed, but he was beaming at you. “That would honestly serve you right, though, after laughing at my pain.”

“I’m sorry Matty, but the idea of you wearing one of those bikini body shirts is amazing. Foggy is a pranking genius!” You crooned, jealous that you hadn’t been there to witness the practical joke.

“This from the woman who tricked me ruthlessly every April Fool’s Day.” Matt shook his head, biting back a grin as his mind flooded with memories from your shared childhood.

“Oh please, toothpaste oreos and salted coffee is child’s play, Murdock.” You jested, letting your joined arms grow taut as you leaned towards an enticing display in the window of a store you were passing.

“Hmm, well I’ll continue waiting for an apology then.” Matt turned his nose into the air teasingly.

“Should I buy you another Christmas gift to make up for the torture I put you through?” Without waiting for a response, you entered the doorway of the quiet little shop you’d been admiring, drawing Matt up the steps after you.

Carefully studying the rows of vibrantly colored trinkets, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace as you wandered the store. You let your mind wander as you ran your fingers along the rack of knit sweaters you were ogling. Somewhere in the rush to look through the myriad of options, you’d dropped Matt’s hand. Swiveling your head over your shoulder, your heart jumped when you didn’t see Matt behind you.

Before you had a chance to panic, a calloused hand tangled with yours, tucking you back into your friend’s warm side.

“God, Matty, I thought I lost you!”

“Don’t fret, sweetheart, I’ll always find you.” Matt murmured, his voice steady with truth as he kissed your temple.

Leaning into his touch, your heart twirled at the sentiment, emotions welling up in your throat. Squeezing Matt’s hand, you coughed around the lump in your esophagus, eyes once again roaming the row of sweaters. “Did you want to get out of here? You said we were meeting your friends tonight, right?”

“Yes,” Matt answered, a bit hastily given that he was still trying to decipher your reaction to his words. “Uh, yah, we aren’t too far from Josie’s.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t tell me we’re meeting at Josie’s! Fuck, I’m glad the place hasn’t been condemned after all these years.”

“Foggy and I have done our due diligence. The health department must have our pictures taped over dart boards by now.”

“My two favorite menaces to society,” You laughed. “I’m embarrassed to admit that you may have to lead me there. My navigation of the city is a bit rusty this year.”

“You’ve been away too long.” Matt tutted in disapproval. “Far too long.”

You grew silent beside him, your fingers twitching in his hold. “I know, Matty.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean—“ He started but you interrupted.

“Oh, I know you didn’t. And I miss you too.” Matt withheld from turning to you in surprise before you corrected your statement. “I mean, I miss you and my family and the city, you know? I love California, it’s just not the same.”

Cursing yourself for fumbling over your words instead of just admitting to Matt how much you wanted to stay here with him, you tugged at your lower lip with your teeth to keep from rambling any further. Twin blooms of heat pricked across your cheeks, your eyes falling shut with regret and longing.

Matt bumped your hip with his. “Hey, don’t go quiet on me. We still have more catching up to do.”

The corner of your mouth twitched into a small smile. “Oh yah?”

“Of course! I haven’t even told you about the kitchen fire that Foggy set at Landman and Zach in the spring.”

Snorting in disbelief, you shook your head. “How on earth did you two not get fired?”

“He blamed it on a partner.” Matt grinned, making you chuckle.

The walk to Josie’s was short and filled with pleasant conversation, despite the brief hiccup. When you finally reached the familiar dive bar, you inhaled deeply, smiling at the sour odor of stale beer and tobacco.

Inside, the sticky floors and dim lighting immediately transported you back to the first time Matt brought you here, begging you to come with him to the “Jewel of Hell’s Kitchen”. Sure, it was more cubic zirconia than a diamond in the rough, but you understood why Matt loved it. The atmosphere was unmistakably familiar. No bells and whistles, just cheap beer and good company.

“This way,” Matt lead you further into the establishment, waving at Foggy and a gorgeous blonde woman who were seated near the windows.

Foggy leapt up to tackle you in a hug as soon as you were within hugging distance, crushing your lungs before you could laugh. “God, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“Way to rub it in, bud.” Matt scoffed, smirking when his business partner gave an exaggerated eye roll.

“You’ve seriously got to teach me how to keep him in line.” Foggy sighed, scowling at the dark-haired man.

“You think I know how to do that?” You chuckled incredulously. “I’m not sure that’s possible without divine intervention.”

“C’mon, you’re practically the Matt-tamer.” Foggy cajoled, spinning around to face the table. “Karen, Matt-tamer. Matt-tamer, meet our lovely receptionist, Karen Page.”

Laughing as Foggy gestures towards the seated woman, you gave her your real name.

Karen smiled brightly, reaching her hand out for you to shake.

“You know, I could’ve introduced her myself. She is my friend, after all.” Matt pouted and you grinned, placing a hand on his arm.

“We all know you would have done a great job introducing me, Matty.” You snorted, rolling your eyes to Foggy.

“Um, are we not going to comment on the fact that I’m apparently not allowed to be friends with you?” Foggy asked, taking his seat beside Karen again.

“I didn’t say that!” Matt argued, sliding into the other side of the booth.

As Matt and Foggy bickered, you and Karen exchanged a knowing smile before you headed to the bar.

Waving as you spotted Josie’s stony face, you couldn’t help but smile when she rounded the bar to give you a one-armed hug. “Hey, kid. We’ve missed ya around here.”

“So I’ve heard,” You chuckled. “Can I get a couple of beers?”

“Your boyfriend letting you pay for the drinks?” Josie shook her head in distaste.

Almost dropping the two beers she’d passed you, your mouth dropped open in surprise. “Oh, uh…”

“C’mon, don’t tell me he hasn’t made a move yet. Poor kid acts like ya hung the moon.”

Chuckling awkwardly, you shrugged. “We’re just friends, Josie.”

“Yah, yah. Heard that one before.” Josie sighed, shooing you back to the table.

Trying to refocus after her comment, you plastered a smile back on your face and took your seat next to Matt, handing him his beer.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” He leaned against you and your skin burned. You could practically hear Josie raising her eyebrows from across the bar.

“You ok?” Matt asked, tilting his head towards you. “Did Josie snap at you or something?”

“You have to cut her some slack, she’s working hard to keep this place afloat.” Foggy frowned in sympathy.

“Oh no, nothing like that, she just caught me off guard is all.” You reassured, willing your body to relax into Matt’s hold.

“How so?” Karen asked with genuine curiosity.

“Oh, er, she asked me if…” Looking at Matt hesitantly, you let the words tumble out before you could fib. “She was wondering if Matt and I were dating.”

“What did you say?” Matt murmured.

“I told her the truth. Though, I wonder if I should’ve said we were, that was always easier.” You sighed, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

“Always?” Karen asked, eyebrows shooting skyward.

“When we were kids, people always assumed we were dating. Eventually, it was easier to say yes than explain anything.” Matt explained with a shrug.

Foggy smiled, “Ah, so this has nothing to do with the fact that you both act like you’re dating for a weekend every year?”

You and Matt immediately grew defensive, spitting out two remarks at the same time.

“We do not—“

“Are you kidding me—“

But the realization of how close you were sitting to Matt made you pause. The man in question seemed to have the same epiphany because you both jumped apart with a huff.

Foggy and Karen exchanged a glance before nodding. Clapping his hands together, Foggy changed the subject.

“So…how’s California treating our favorite medical student?”

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Sitting on the worn leather couch in Matt’s living room, you blinked sleepily, the bright LED string lights coming back into focus as you reopened your eyes. You’d hoped that the beautifully decorated tree would draw you out of your thought spiral, but it was only fueling your rapid fire thoughts. Fidgeting with the fabric of the cushion you were sitting on, you couldn’t help but think of Foggy and Josie’s parallel accusations.

You and Matt were close, that was true, but you didn’t “act like you were dating”…did you? Sure, you were pretty much constantly touching each other, and you had nicknames for each other, but that was all platonic.

Or was that just what you’d told yourself? To let yourself sign off on the emotional turmoil you experienced every year when you had to leave the man that you loved.

Fuck. You loved Matt.

“What are you thinking about?” Matt’s voice startled you, your body jumping a few inches off the couch. Handing you the mug of hot chocolate he’d prepared for you, Matt took a seat next to you, his brow folding in concern.

“Oh, uh, nothing, Matty.” You lied unconvincingly.

With a snort, Matt shuffled closer, placing a hand on your knee. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

“Did it…bother you? What Foggy said, about us?” You asked timidly, biting your lip when his hand stilled on your leg.

“Did it bother you?” He parrots, his voice uncharacteristically small.

Laughing despite the thick tension clouding around you, you shoved your shoulder against his. “I asked you first, Murdock.”

“Fair enough.” Matt chuckled nervously, exhaling quickly before answering, “No. It didn’t bother me.”

“Permission to ask you a follow up question?” It was risky to ask for further clarification before answering yourself, but you needed to know.

“That seems like cheating, but I’ll allow it.” Matt jested, his worry poorly concealed behind his teasing tone.

“Why didn’t it bother you?”

For an intense moment, your soft question was met with icy silence. Then, he responded with a warmth you’d never heard from him. “Because I’ve known exactly what I’ve wanted with you since we met all those years ago. And, consciously or not, I decided to enjoy my time with you in that way.”

Mouth falling agape, you pondered the answer for a moment. Had you been seeking that with him too? Is that why you were more than ok with the state of your relationship every year?

Interpreting your failure to speak as unease, Matt apologized. “I’m sorry. If I’d known that you were uncomfortable about it, I wouldn’t have–”

“I never said I wasn’t ok with it, Matty.” Your voice was deep with want, your eyes focused on every twitch of his facial muscles as he processed your response. “I’ve wanted more with you for years, I just thought I was better at hiding it than I apparently was.”

Matt chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “We’re idiots, aren’t we?”

Matt’s breath heated your face, his lips felt too far away despite them hovering over your nose. Leaning into him, you crossed the invisible boundary you’d been dancing around for over a decade. “That depends on what we do next.”

Matt’s sharp inhale sparked a shiver down your spine. Settling one hand on your waist, the other cupped your chin gently. “Do I have permission to kiss you?”

“You fucking better, Murdock.” You murmured, hands wrapping around his nape as he closed the distance between your mouths.

As his plush lips met yours, the air was forced from your lungs. The evening ambiance of the city was drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. A jolt of adrenaline, that was heavily threaded with pure need shocked your system, drawing a soft loan from your vocal chords as his tongue prodded your bottom lip.

“Matty, please,” You whimpered as he withdrew his mouth from yours.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words for me.” Matt’s smug tone prompted another moan from you.

“Want you. Please.”

“Anything for you, love.” Hiking you into his arms, Matt wove his lips between yours again as he carried you to the bedroom.

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Scrunching your nose against the chill that overtook you as your foot slipped out from underneath the blankets, you retracted your leg, settling back into the cocoon of sheets and muscular arms with a sigh. Unfortunately, the abrupt temperature change had shocked your consciousness out of slumber, and now you had to face the consequences of whatever had happened last night.

Your bare back was pressed against Matt’s warm chest, each inhale of his lungs jostling you with a comforting rhythmic motion. His hands were joined atop your stomach, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Whining softly, you pressed backwards into his hold, his arms tightening instinctively as you did so.

“Morning.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.” The feeling of his lips dancing across the thin skin on your head was pleasant, until your brain reminded you just how fleeting this moment would be.

“Morning.” You responded, your tone revealing your nerves.

“Hey, I can hear you working yourself up. Talk to me. Are you ok?” Matt’s brow furrowed, his blank eyes darting around you as he sat up to study you closely.

“I’m ok, Matty. Just…thinking about us, is all.” You shrugged, eyes falling closed as he placed kisses down your neck.

Hesitating before planting a kiss on your collar bone, his voice quieted. “Do you regret it?”

“Absolutely not.” Using two fingers to turn his face to you, you drew him in for a deep kiss. “God, you make me so happy, Matt. But I still have a few months left in my residency.”

“I know, sweetheart.” The clear disappointment in Matt’s voice almost shattered your composure.

“I wish things were different.” You sighed, resting your foreheads together.

“Don’t say that. You are getting a fantastic education so you can become the best pediatrician the world has ever seen. We can enjoy our time together now, that’s enough for me.” Matt’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but his optimism was contagious.

“And in April?” Matt’s hand came to cup your cheek.

“I’ll be here, waiting for you, as long as you want me.”

“I’ll always want you, Matt Murdock.” You promised, threading your fingers into his hair as he kissed you with a smile.

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r4in-nsfw · 2 years

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Title :) lol

Pairings: cc!Sap x Fem!reader

Cw: nicknames (doll) fingering, Oral (Fem receiving) Swearing, overstim

Summary: basically You join in when George and Dream are poking fun at Sap and it ends up with you taking it all back.

!SMUT UNDER CUT!

You knew you shouldn´t have made fun of sapnap, but to be fair, it seemed like a good idea at the time to join in when George and Dream were poking fun, joking about him being inexperienced, having never touched a girl in his life, and well, you believed Dream and Georges words. It just made sense, Sap just seemed like the guy who wasn´t experienced. ¨oh fuck off, i get more bitches than both of you combined¨ Sap hissed, which you found hard to believe...But now you knew you were wrong, you had lost track of how many times he made you cum. ¨inexperienced huh doll?¨ he coed, fingers drilling into your core at a rapid speed, you sniffled, to blissed with pleasure to get words out. Clearly George and Dream were wrong, this man knew how to make you feel good. he leaned down, mouth meeting your clit making you cry out weakly ¨p-lease no m-more¨ you struggled to get the words out, tears streaming your face ¨go on, take it back¨ he laughed against you, making you whine. ¨i t-take it back! m´sorry!¨ you sobbed out, writhing under him. ¨c´mon doll, make a mess on me¨ he coed, you were quick to let yourself go, gushing out on his fingers and mouth, making him groan against you. clearly you were wrong, and Sap would make sure you never underestimated him again.

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charlewiss-writes · 1 year

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treat you better / george russell

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day 12: special (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 0.7k

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: he's been dying to show you how special you could feel with him by your side. if only you would stop dating idiots that waste your time, he thought.

warnings: not proofread!

author's note: tried to write this as quickly as possible to post before the day ended. i still like it!!! hope you like it too<333 don't forget to leave a comment!

"remind me again, why are you crying for that bastard?"

you were weeping against his chest, while he gently caressed your hair trying to soothe the heartache. you and your boyfriend had broken up for the hundredth time. or at least that's how george saw it.

"he's my boyfriend, george" you managed to say through the softs sobs that were still scaping your mouth. he furrowed his brows, making a confused face that you couldn't see, due to you being pressed against his torso. "didn't you just tell me you broke up?"

"yeah, but I still love him"

'but how could you? after everything he did" he took your silence as a cue to keep asking, but now with a more soft tone. "why would you?"

after his sudden comment, you separated from him, now feeling weirded out by his -apparently unreasoned- outburst. "i don't know, george. all that bullshit of 'the heart wants what it wants' i guess". he huffed, clearly not satisfied with the answer he got, and instead got up from the couch to get some water. on his way, though, you saw how hard he was clenching his fist, making they seem almost white. after drinking a bit, he answered.

"that's bullshit".

"how are you so sure?"

now seated again beside you, he replied, trying to catch your eyes that where looking directly at your hands. "I know your heart. it's not that dumb."

you finally complied, looking directly at his blue eyes. "where are you going with this?". he got closer and offered the glass of water where he had been drinking from. "you know where".

"actually, I don't" with a ironic smile, you said. "please enlighten me, russell."

"i could treat you so much better".

letting the glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa where you two were currently in, you tried to avoid his gaze. "we're not having this conversation again".

"cause you know I'm right".

frustrated, you almost yelled at him, regretting it almost instantly. "cause you know why you aren't!". he wasn't actually trying to make you mad, so instead he tried to crack a joke that would ease the quickly growing tension that floated in the air. "I could do an entire powerpoint presentation on why we could work out" after not receiving an answer, he continued. "i would drop everything for you".

"and that's exactly why we won't work out" you said sincerely. the british driver had confessed one time, while drunk, that he would quit everything if that meant even the smallest possibility of you two getting together. you knew that he was only joking, he wouldn't actually do it, but even the smallest chance lf it actually happening scared you. how could you ask so much of him? being part of the f1 grid was always his dream, even since you started to know him back when he was in his karting days. you could never even think about him leaving everything for you. even if it was a joke. "i don't need you to".

"you know what I meant. I'll do anything you ask me".

after being seated face to face, too far away to actually touch eachother, you got a bit closer so you could rest your head against his shoulder. "can you just hold me tonight? we'll figure it out tomorrow, george". he hummed, appreciating the new point of contact, and closed his eyes.

now with his arm engulfing you in a hug and your head too close to his neck, where you could smell his perfume. you could feel the vibrations in his throat when he started talking again. "yeah yeah, i'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this out to you today. it's just that, I know you deserve to be treated better, cause you're special, y/n. and I would try every day to be worthy of you, of your love". you two didn't say anything else for a while, leaving you to enjoy the contact between your bodies and think about what he had said. after all this time, you still couldn't understand why he kept putting up with you. so you asked. "why are you so good to me?".

"that's what friends are for, right?"

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modelbus · 2 years

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Someone requested a romantic Tommyinnit x reader at a haunted house, but I accidentally deleted it, so here!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader (romantic)

Haunted Hause

"I'm scared."

Tommy mumbles it into your ear, pretty much wrapped around you. It's like he's hiding behind you with the way his arms loop around your waist and his head is laid down on your shoulder.

"I'm going in with you." You remind him. "It'll be fine."

You're staring at the scariest haunted house in all of Britain. Wilbur and George had to pre-buy tickets for it, that's how in demand they are.

The problem was that Tommy, to be short, didn't do well with horror. Neither did you, but you knew you had to be here so he didn't chicken out.

"Come on lovebirds! Let's go!" Wilbur yells.

"Tommy." You say, smile evident in your voice.

He takes a deep breath before standing up with his persona on.

"Right. I am scared of nothing, ever."

"Of course not." You respond easily.

You head inside, Wilbur poking fun at Tommy the entire way. Somehow the two adults didn't seem scared at all.

"You two go first." Wilbur says, grabbing you and shoving you in front with Tommy.

Immediately he grips your hand tightly. The anticipation was definitely affecting the both of you.

"YouTubers, huh?" The ticket lady asks when you show the digital tickets. "Well, good luck."

"Wilbur, hold my hand." George says.

"Of course, George. Anything for you George."

While following the line, not even in the true haunted house yet, it gets darker. There's a clear transition between the ticket area and the haunted house, light purple wallpaper transitioning to concrete.

Concrete that was smudged a suspicious red.

"Who do we have here?!" Someone crows on the other side of the barrier.

They're dressed like a scientist but with smudges of blood all over them. Honestly, they look like an experiment went wrong. Of course the haunted house would have good costumes.

"Two couples?" He asks, eyeing them. "The others will be so pleased by this..." He continues down the line, making taunts to others.

Behind you and Tommy, George and Wilbur laugh.

"Did he just mistake George and Wil for a couple?" Tommy asks you.

"I think so." You laugh, throwing a glance at the duo behind you. "You're such a cute couple guys!"

"Thanks!" Wilbur exclaims.

"Cheating on Dream already, George?" Tommy teases.

You relaxe a little at Tommy's nerves rescinding, happy to bounce off his teasing.

"Who's gonna tell him?"

"Wilbur's Gogy's boyfriend now, he should do it."

"All of you shut up." George grumps, making you all laugh again.

The bantering passed enough time to reach the front of line, where everyone quiets down a little. Even Wilbur, who you knew loved going to haunted houses, seemed a little nervous. Guess that's what happens when you go to the scariest haunted house in all of Britain.

"Two couples... yes... I can work with this..." The lady scientist says, and Tommy's back to gripping your hand tightly. "One couple in that elevator, the other in the second!" She suddenly yells. "Go! Go!"

You and Tommy don't hesitate to speed walk into the first elevator.

"What the fuck?" He asks. "I didn't realize we'd be separated."

"Good thing you and Wilbur are recording." You say, nodding to the camera he had to strap to his chest.

"I don't like it."

"I'm sure-"

You get cut off by the lady standing right outside the elevator that you had entered.

"The other scientists are going to love you two! Try not to die like the last ones, alright? Bon voyage!"

The door slides shut, leaving you both in complete darkness. After a second the elevator starts to shake, getting more and more violent while an alarm sounds.

"Run!" A voice screams. "They got out!"

"Containment breach. Container A, B, and C have been unlocked." A robotic voice reads out, monotone.

"Oh God, it's coming for us! Doctor Banner, take the research and run!" The first voice screams.

"What about the new subjects? Subjects 1 and 2 are headed into the containment sector while 3 and 4 are going to the lab!" A woman asks.

"Leave them! If we want to get out of here alive, we need to go now!"

The voices stop along with the shaking, that horrible alarm still sounding.

"I am not scared." Tommy announces.

The death grip he has on your hand says otherwise, but you don't call him out on it.

"Holy shit." You breathe.

The door slides open, making you both jump.

"You first." Tommy pushes you slightly.

"Fuck no, I came here willingly for you. You're going first."

"Please. Please!"

Goddammit.

Slowly, you take the first step out.

From there it's a shitshow. Constant jump scares, but a really good story. All of the costumes and scenery are really engaging, especially when there's little audio clips. It's really well put together in a completely terrifying way.

At one point an actor jumps out unexpectedly, causing you to flinch and cling onto Tommy's arm. He just clings back, scared beyond belief.

After what feels like forever, you meet George and Wilbur in some type of lobby. While you and Tommy came from one set of doors, they came from the other. George looks downright terrified while Wilbur looks nonchalant.

"I guess we just leave, right? Then we've escaped?" Tommy asks, motioning to the door with his free hand.

"Not so fast." Someone says from behind.

You all turn around to face what looks to be a zombie, blood dripping from his mouth. He stumbles closer, a crazy grin on his face.

"You're not one of us, are you? Not yet. Those scientists never got their hands on you... but I will."

He leaps forward, sending the group back a few steps in fear. The zombie doesn't stop advancing, grabbing your arm quite gently.

Right, you signed some contract saying they could grab you.

You allow yourself to be taken away from Tommy, his eyes going wide as your hands disconnect. If you really wanted to, you could get away. The zombie's grip on you was barely there, just enough to suggest the idea of taking a few steps backwards. Either way, you're scared and take the steps.

A flash of light fills the room, and the guy holding you lets go and vanishes.

"Are you alright?" A woman asks. She's dressed as a scientist, even more battered, bruised, and bloodied than the ones you had seen previously. Well, the living ones. "Damn zombies... get out of here while you still can. I can't leave until I get the research I need."

Then, she runs through the door you and Tommy had come out of.

Tommy wastes no time before grabbing you and forcing everyone out of the haunted house.

The sunlight hits your faces, a stark contrast from the dimly lit haunted house. You breathe in the fresh air for a moment, letting your eyes fall shut. Never again.

"I am going to kill you, Wilbur." Tommy chokes out, and your eyes open again.

"And that's my cue to get the car." He says, wisely sprinting to the parking lot.

"Tommy, that's the last time I let you drag me into something without telling me what it is first." George says passionately. "I saw things I don't ever want to see again. I'm going to the bathroom." Then, after a second, "It'll be a good vlog."

The second that they're gone, Tommy pulls you into a tight hug.

"Toms, you're shaking." You point out, hugging him back.

"The zombie took you."

Oh, fuck. To him it must've seemed like the actor had ripped you away from him.

"He was barely holding me, I'm okay." You reassure him. "I let go of you and stepped back out of my own free will."

"I didn't like it." He says bluntly, but at least he's stopped shaking. "I didn't like any of that fucking haunted house."

"Neither did I." You admit.

Suddenly, he pulls away with a smirk. "I deserve a kiss."

"What?" Startled, you laugh.

"You scared me, and now I deserve a kiss."

With a stupid smile, you lean up and kiss him.

"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO SEE YOU TWO BEING STUPIDLY IN LOVE?!" Wilbur yells, pulling the car up. "I HATE IT."

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