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11: Lover

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: fluff, smau

a/n: not everything will have drama!!! This part is cute, there has to be a little of calm before a storm, right? Oh, and I added more info about Violet!

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The gifts stayed in the boxes, ignored in a corner of my living room behind the couch. Something wasn't right, something about that note made me have shivers.

But I ignored it. I ignored the gifts and kept living in my routine.

The first day without Lando was calm, relaxed. Being alone helped me analyze everything that happened last week, put my feelings on point and even write about them. I needed to clear my mind and see what I needed to do to start something new with him.

I was still scared, not knowing if it would become something like my previous relationships.

What if he cheats? No, right? 

What if he thinks I'm not enough? Maybe…

What if he… No, he wouldn't. 

Lando showed me how it is to be loved by him. He showed me that he respects my boundaries and that he will never cross the line I could make if I don't feel comfortable. He always waited for an approval before touching me and he even helped me feel better with myself after that incident with my period. It was easy loving him, his actions helped my feelings flow calmly like a river, making me accept those new emotions when I was around him.

We were friends, maybe only acquaintances that barely talked. But since things started to get clear, since the truth was told, we quickly became friends and something close to lovers. The speed of those feelings shocked me, watching how his little and gentle touches made me crave for his warmth, how he messed with my brain and made me do things I was terrified to do after everything I lived.

But it made me realize that I barely know him. I don't know what he likes, what he does besides driving a fast car. I never was that close to him to know that much of him. But he does know me, and I felt so disappointed with myself for not knowing him as much as he does with me.

At night the bed felt empty, even if it never did. I never cared about sleeping alone in a king-sized bed, being in the middle of it. But that night, after sleeping with him next to me practically all night, I missed him. 

“God, what did I become…” I sighed looking at the bracelet on my wrist.

I sigh, grabbing my phone, searching his chat and smiling when I saw the pictures he sent me of the filming.

Violet: Can I call you?

I took a deep breath and sigh, grabbing the pillow and hugging it. 

Then I heard a notification and smiled when I saw the FaceTime call. I accepted it, chuckling when I saw Lando on a bed too.

“You can't sleep, right?” he chuckled, making me shake my head.

“You’re just a good sleeping company” I smiled.

“Mhm” he chuckled. “Did you discover who sent you the boxes?”

“Oh… I think my parents” I sighed, smiling weakly. “A birthday gift, I guess”

“Well, at least they sent something” he sighed. “What are you going to do on Christmas Eve?”

“Well… I think I'll watch Christmas movies on Netflix during dinner” I sighed. “Maybe I'll even cook something. Why?”

“Oh, just to know” he smiled.

“How is the filming going?” I asked. 

“Nice! Is so cool, really” he smiled. “Max was a passenger in the car. It was so funny to watch” he laughed. 

I heard him talk, and his voice calmed me. It was like he was here with me, with my head in his chest and his arm around my shoulders.

“Violet?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry” I smile softly. “I'm a little tired”

“How was your day?” he asked softly.

“Fine, I guess… I stayed at home to do some work and clean the apartment” I sighed. “The usual”

“That's nice” he smiled. “Do you want me to stay on the call until you fall asleep?”

“Would you do that?” I smiled, feeling how my heart melted. “Please…”

“Of course” he nodded. “How is your period going? Does it still hurt?”

“No, it's… it's fine” I smiled. “Just took a warm shower, now I feel better”

I heard him humming softly and then talk about something else, helping me drift slowly in a deep sleep.

The next day I had to work, so I left my apartment early after making my lunch. Before walking out of the apartment I looked at the couch, sighing. I have a weird feeling about those gifts, but somehow I didn't want to believe my own instinct.

As I entered the building of the museum, one of my coworkers welcomed me with a warm smile.

“How was the trip in the snow?” she smiled.

“Really good, actually” I smile blushing. “I had a great time there. I went to the city that looks like the one of the book I told you”

“For real?” she gasped. “That's amazing!”

“Right?” I laughed softly, grabbing my phone and showing her the pictures I took.

“Oh? Who's this guy?” she smirked, pointing to the picture. “Harry?”

I felt shivers running down my spine when I heard his name. 

“N-no, someone else” I smiled weakly.

“Oh! Spill the tea, come on!” she chuckled, making me sigh and shake my head.

“Just a friend” I said. 

Because that's what he is, right? At the moment, we are only friends.

“He's a cute one” she laughed.

I smile and nod, walking away and going to my desk. I know I have work to do, but my mind started to work on something else.

Who sent me the packages? My parents knew I was on a trip, but not in the snow. And Lando said he wasn't… The shivers all over my body made me close my eyes and shake my head, trying to brush away that thought.

Eloise? Harry? But… if it was them, why signing as my parents? Why? If it was an apology they could have signed as themselves. 

I tried to focus on my work, on reading those books and translating some papers and writing in my notebook everything I needed to check out. But my mind kept working on something else.

“Violet, someone sent you these flowers!”

I flinched and looked up, frowning. But when I saw orange flowers on it, I relaxed a bit. Maybe Lando sent them.

“You are a lucky girl, hm?” my coworker laughed softly.

“Maybe” I smile softly.

I looked at the flowers and smiled, looking at the orange ones and smelling them. Then I saw the card and smiled while reading it.

‘I came to London today, do you want to hang out after work?’ 

-LN

I sighed, this time relieved, because I recognized his handwriting, the same handwriting of the cards he used to put inside every book he gifted me.

“Was it your “just a friend”?” she smirked, doing the quote marks with her fingers. 

“Yeah, yeah” I laugh softly, grabbing my phone and texting him.

Violet: I have lunch break around one

Lando🧡: then I'll be there a little earlier. I saw that there is a nice restaurant next to the museum

Violet: but I already brought my own food!

Lando🧡: you can save it for dinner ;) I just want to see you, can't wait four days

I smiled blushing, looking at the screen. He told me he was going to be busy and I assumed he couldn't come around, working hard with the filming. But the fact that he's using his free time to be with me just made me happy.

I looked at the clock of my wrist and I wished time passed faster. But knowing that Lando wanted to have lunch with me, made me focus more and finish half of my work at lunchtime.

I closed my laptop and grabbed my coat and scarf, hung my bag on my shoulder and looked at my coworker.

“I’ll come after lunch” I said, smiling. 

“I thought you brought your lunch? I saw your lunch box in the fridge” she frowned, making me smile and shake my head.

“I'm going with my friend” I smile, biting my lip.

I got inside the elevator and sigh, grabbing my little makeup pouch and fixing it, taking a deep breath when the door opened. The office where I work is at the other side of the museum, so I just had to walk over the exposition.

“Violet!” I heard him call me.

I gasped surprised when I saw him there, in the middle of the exposition of the ancient Rome and Greek exposition. I chuckle and walk towards him, hugging his neck when he opens his arms for me.

“Hey” he smiled, kissing my cheek.

“Hey” I chuckled looking at him. “Why did you come in? You had to buy a ticket, you could just have waited outside for me”

“Just wanted to surprise you” he smiled, making my heart melt.

“You already sent me those flowers, silly” I smiled. “But thank you, I loved them”

“I'm glad” he smiled. “Well… so you are working in this exposition? It's amazing!”

“Yeah, well… translating old texts and inscriptions” I said. “You want to have a look around?”

“Of course” he smiled.

I smiled when I felt his hand holding mine, hearing with attention everything I explained to him. I read him the original manuscripts as well as explained some of the items around the exposition and the ones of the other rooms.

“You are unique, Violet” he smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple.

I smile looking at him and wrapping my arm around his waist, walking around with him. He talked about how the filming is going, what they are going to film in the afternoon. And I let him talk while we stood in front of sculptures.

“Well, I'm hungry” I chuckled softly. 

“Oh yeah” he nodded, laughing and kissing my head. “Let's go”

We walked out of the museum and went to that restaurant he mentioned before, taking a table for two and ignoring the curious gaze from everyone inside, ignoring the fact that we were in public. Right now, everything that matters is right in front of me.

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f1gossip the last few days the rumors about Violet and Lando started to come back again. We'll remember you all some things about her to refresh our memory:

-Violet Grace Sinclair

-24 years old

-She studies History of Art in the London College and she already has the Ancient Languages degree

-Works in the British Museum as a translator in the exposition “Ancient Rome and Greece”

The first speculation about Lando and Violet started four years ago, the first time we saw her with his friends in the paddock, but those rumors died when we saw posts of Violet's boyfriend in the race with them.

But the last few days they have been spending time together on the snow trip with their friends and then alone back at home. 

What do you think?

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user2 Don't give us hopes! Some of us still ship them!

user6 Violet only wants fame, nothing more

user3 if she wanted fame she would be posting hints about Lando and her since they knew each other but she never did that!  user5 user3 is right! She was never in the garage during his races! Always watching the hospitality with his friends

user8 well, I think they would be cute together, actually! 

user9 wait a damn minute… isn't she the girl he's been simping for a long time? He always talks about someone on the streams but always using a fake name…

user7 Yes!! He always talked about someone called Grace… 👀

When we finished our lunch he walked with me back to the museum, not taking his hand away from mine.

“Lando… you know we are in the street, right?” I smile weakly. “I mean… people are watching”

“So? I don't care” he smiled. “I-I mean, only if you do! If you don't want to be seen with me it's okay. I totally get it”

“No, idiot” I laughed, nudging his side. “It's just… Well, you know that there are gossip pages, right?”

“Yeah”

“And that they shipped us over the years, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Landolet” he nodded proudly. “I won't lie saying that I never read about that. Kinda funny, tho… Their theories are really funny”

“So you knew that there were rumors about us around the Internet and never said anything to me?” I frowned, surprised. “Lando!”

“What? What did you want me to say?” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me. “Hey Violet, did you know that some of my fans think that we are dating and they are looking into your profile to check that you aren't a golddigger?”

“For example” I laugh softly. “But… you know I'm not a golddigger, right? I mean… I have a nice job, enough money…”

“Of course, silly” he chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose.

“And talking about job… I should go back” I sighed. 

“Right” he sighed, holding me tighter. “At what time do you finish?”

“I think at six. I have some things to update and then I'll help with other things” I nodded, smiling.

“Then I'll come to pick you up” he smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth, making me smile. “I can't sleep without you”

“God, you are so cheesy!” I laughed.

“And I know you love cheese” he smiled.

I laughed softly and hugged him tighter. He makes me feel like a teen again, giggling and smiling all the time. He makes me happy, and being away from him makes my heart ache. Is this how it feels being in love? I never felt this… neither with my ex's or with Harry.

“Let's have dinner in my apartment, hm?” I smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth. “We can order whatever you want”

“That sounds amazing” he smiled, brushing his lips on mine before kissing me. “I don't want to let you go”

“I have work to do” I whisper against his lips. “And you too”

“They can film things without me” he said, pulling away a little, brushing my hair out of my face. “Today I'm not needed there”

I look at him and bite my lip, cupping his jaw and looking at his lips. I don't care if we are in the street, in front of the door of my work. I don't care if people walk near and see us kissing. I assumed things like this would happen if I want to date him.

“You want to come see what I'm doing at work?” I smiled looking into his eyes. “But maybe you'll distract me and I will take longer…”

“I'll be as quiet as one of those sculptures” he said immediately, making me laugh and peck his lips. “Just give me somewhere to seat and some snacks and I'll be like one of those kids you see with the tablet”

“Alright, alright” I laughed softly, grabbing my pass from my bag and walking towards the staff door.

He walked with me, holding my hand and following me through the corridors of the building. We wasted a little time watching other expositions on our way to the studio, but it was worth it. Watching Lando getting interested in this place and listening to me made my smile grow wider.

“Hey Maya” I smiled at my coworker when I opened the door of the studio.

“Oh!” she smiled. “The guy!”

“The guy?” Lando laughed.

“The guy” I chuckled, nodding. “Maya, this is Lando”

“The just friend, hm?” She smirked, looking at our hands and how he followed me to my work desk.

“At the moment” Lando smirked, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

I grabbed one of the empty chairs and placed it next to mine, making him sit next to me. We took our coats off and placed them on the hanger and then we sat on the chairs.

“Here, put them” I said, giving him some fabric gloves. “I'm going to show you something, okay?”

“Okay” he nodded.

I smiled and after putting my gloves on my hands, I opened the box where the manuscript is being kept. I heard Lando take a deep breath and stop his breathing, like he was scared of contaminating the ancient paper with his breathing. I chuckled softly and unrolled it, putting the paperweight on every edge of it to keep it on the table.

“This is an old manuscript from the ancient Greece” I said looking at him.

“What does it say?” he asked, tracing his gloved fingers over the letters. 

“It's a text from Sophocles” I said. “From one of his plays. I'm just translating them and checking that what we have in the archives is right”

“Wow… God, Violet this is amazing” he said breathlessly. “Just… How many languages can you read?”

“Well… Latin and ancient Greek. And I can understand some hieroglyphics” I smiled looking at him. 

“Are you saying that you could be one of those people that can talk on a documentary about Egypt, walking around the pyramids and translate the first hieroglyphics they find?” he gasped, making me laugh. 

“I mean… first I need the title of historian, but yeah” I nodded. 

“I'm going to make some calls, then” he joked, making me chuckle.

“Idiot” I laughed softly, hitting his shoulder. “Do you want to be a worker of the museum for a day?”

“Oh yeah! What do I have to do?”

We spent the rest of the day there, sitting next to each other on my desk while I translated the texts and he wrote them on my laptop. There were some minutes of rest to cuddle a little and even to take some snacks.

But never in my life have I imagined that I could have Lando Norris, the McLaren Formula 1 driver, sitting next to me and helping me work.

“Well, we're done for today” I smile looking at him. 

“Thank God” he smiled, stretching and closing my laptop.

“Okay lovebirds, you two did a good job” Maya smiled looking at us. “I received the archives. You can go home”

“Got it” I smiled, standing up and stretching.

Lando got up and we collected our coats and my bags and he immediately grabbed my backpack while giving me my shoulder bag.

“You worked hard all day, I'm sure your back hurts” he said, kissing my temple. “And this backpack is heavy, so let me take it”

I chuckled softly and nodded, walking out of the studio with him and going hand in hand through the corridors of the museum, going to expositions we hadn't seen together yet.

“I just love the fact that I had my personal guide here” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around me again. “And the way you explain things make it easier to understand this art”

“Well, maybe I can be your personal guide everywhere we go” I chuckled. “Maybe next summer we can go somewhere like Italy or Greece, hm?”

“Oh, definitely” he nodded, kissing my head.

We walked around the museum, him taking pictures of me with his camera while I was looking at the paintings or sculptures. We acted like a couple, and somehow I liked that, I liked how relaxed and calm we are next to each other, how good it feels when he wraps his arm around me or I wrap my hands around his arm. 

Somehow I knew my phone was going to be full with notifications. Deep inside me I knew that people around us wouldn't be quiet and they would post things about us. But watching how calm he was, ignoring the fact that people took pictures of us, made me stay calm too. I accepted this, I knew that this was going to happen sooner or later.

And having him in my apartment, helping me to set the table after the delivered food came, just made me realize how much I want this. How much I want him.

“Why are you so smiley?” he chuckled curiously, looking at me.

“Oh nothing…” I smiled. “I'm just… happy. I'm happy to have you here with me, to sleep with you again. I'm just happy that you wanted to spend your free time with me, or even skip going back to the filming just to be with me while I was working”

“That's because you are worth it, Violet” he smiled, holding my hand. “You are worth every second, every minute our hour with. And I promise this will be forever. I won't be tired of spending time with you, I'll run back to you every time I can, showing you how much I love you and how much you mean to me”

“That's… No one said something like that to me, Lando” I smiled softly, touched by his words. 

“Well, get used to it” he smirked. “Because I won't stop, never in my life. You are stuck with me”

And I gladly accepted it. I gladly accepted to be stuck with him.

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Heeeyyyyy

I saw your requests were open so here i am.

Umm maybe you can do a fic where Lucifer gets hit by a truth potion, so he starts acting soft and all with mc. But mc thinks that a love potion has hit him and he doesn't mean any word he says. But after the potion wears off, they find out that lucifer was being his true self afterall??

I really dont know where do i want this to go but after nightbringer angst some fluff is what o need.

Love anonymous👑

Hello there anon! This is such an adorable prompt omg omg I hope that this meets your expectations! <3. I kinda made this fluffy / angsty? Lucifer is horrid with emotion that isnt pissed off so here we go! Also this turned out a shit ton longer than I expected so...

synopsis: Sneaky Solomon slips something into Lucifer's tea after he becomes annoyed with his emotional constipation. How will Lucifer fare during his outing with you? wk: 1.6k You Can't Handle the Truth!

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

Lucifer found himself rubbing his temples in irritation as Diavolo and Solomon eagerly continued on their private conversation.

“You are both aware that a meeting involves the entire body communicating,” he huffed, staring daggers at Solomon specifically.

Diavolo glanced at Lucifer and then back to Solomon, looking all to pleased with whatever their conversation had been about… Lucifer felt his stomach churn, Diavolo teaming up with Solomon never ended well.

“Let’s take a brief recess!” Diavolo sprouted, “It seems I am a bit distracted.”

Rolling his eyes but glad for the reason to stretch his legs, Lucifer pushed back from the table and hurried out to clear his head and look at his D.D.D.

MC: Hey, are we still on for tonight? I’m dying to try out that new bakery café restaurant thing

He smiled softly down at the notification from you, feeling some of his stress ease as he read the message over.

Lucifer: The meeting is almost over.

Lucifer: It will be nice to go over the items Diavolo needs us to prepare for RAD without my brothers around.

MC: ahh… ok!

Meanwhile, during Lucifer’s distraction Barbatos had readied fresh tea for everyone in the meeting. Unbeknownst to him (not really, he just pretended not to see to appease Lord Diavolo), Solomon had slipped in a tiny bit of truth potion into Lucifer’s glass.

Clicking off his device, he sauntered back into the meeting room. Now motivated to finish the meeting off sooner, he mimicked Diavolo as he sat down; sipping his tea he collected his notes.

Diavolo had a worryingly wicked grin on his face. “Are you truly this excited about the upcoming event at RAD?” he questioned, eyebrow raising thoughtfully.

“Why of course,” the soon-to-be-king sauntered. “And I presume that you and MC will be meeting soon to finish discussing preparations?”

“This evening, actually.” He admitted, strangely… quicker than he was expecting.

“Are you excited? To meet with them?” Solomon inquired, noticing Lucifer had drank a sizeable amount from his glass.

Lucifer’s breath caught, realizing words were spitting out before he could help it, “Yes. I’m very excited.” His hand slapped over his mouth, “What the hell is going on?”

Diavolo and Solomon erupted in laughter together, their bodies shaking at the eldest’s misfortune.

“Well… Solomon needed to try out a new elixir for a truth serum. And since you’ve been so…” He trailed off, looking towards his partner in crime.

“—emotionally constipated.” The latter quipped in.

“Ah... yes, I guess that would be a sufficient way to describe it,” Diavolo laughed. “We thought you could use this to loosen up with them tonight, your brothers won’t be around and I’m sure MC would appreciate the deep conversation I am sure you two will be having over dinner.”

With that, Diavolo stood. Meeting, adjourned.

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You started up with a jolt as you heard the door to the House of Lamination slam.

I take it the meeting must’ve not gone exceptionally well….

Grabbing your things, you headed down the staircase and met Lucifer, who had a very hard time meeting your eyes.

“Are… are you alright?” You asked, hand resting on his shoulder as you looked up to him in concern.

“No!” he blurted, eyes widening as you saw a blush creep it’s way up his neck. “Ahem… let’s just go. I assume you are ready?”

Shrinking back, you furrowed your brows in confusion at his attitude. “What the hell happened?”

Without a pause, he replied, “Solomon and Lord Diavolo have decided to test some sort of potion on me for the evening…” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he slapped his hands over his mouth as he strode out of the house, you following close behind.

What the hell…? You thought. Studying Lucifer as you both went quietly to the restaurant, you noticed he had trouble looking at you, and was almost eager to respond to anything you had said. Did… Solomon give him….. a love potion?

You thought back to when you had eaten the suspicious pudding that had the brother’s going crazy because of the magical affect it had on them to be around you… was this something similar?

“So.. did Solomon trick you into eating or drinking something?” You inquired, entering through the restaurant’s door.

“Yes… and I am to assume the affects will last about 24 hours. I do apologize for this,” he finally looked at you before jumping into discussion with the host about his reservation.

As you were guided to the table you couldn’t help but feel like Lucifer was avoiding you, the way he tensed when you began speaking bothered you. Was being around you..difficult?

“Lucifer,” you started, taking a sip from the water that was placed on your table. “Is… is it hard to be around me?”

Damn the question for being so vague, Lucifer had no choice but to reply to your question in a general sense. “There are times it is painful to be near you, sitting near you even for this dinner is making me go crazy. My heart is beating erratically, and I can’t focus clearly on anything but you.”

He seemed to be breathing heavily, clearly upset by his own outburst.

Oh…. You thought, smirking slightly. It was most certainly a love potion that Solomon had given him. Poor guy, you rested your chin in your hand, fiddling the straw in your glass with your tongue. Catching Lucifer’s gaze, you asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Y-your tongue…”

“What about it?” you rested the glass down on the table.

“It’s... exciting me,” he coughed, his burning face turned away from you.

Oh… OH! Now you were the one who was blushing. I guess everything you do might be suggestive to him right now.

“Let’s go on towards the agenda for tonight,” you muttered. “Do you think Diavolo would wants these colors?”

Lucifer watched as you went on about the event planning, eternally grateful that you had changed the subject. If you had decided to ask him about his feelings somehow, he doesn’t know how he would manage. His blunder earlier had him crossing his legs, trying to shrink himself in embarrassment.

That fucking sorcerer, he seethed.

His eyes quipped towards you fiddling with the ends of your attire. Too caught up with his predicament, he had forgotten to compliment you on your stunning appearance this evening.

“Do you think Asmo went a bit overboard?” You suddenly piped up, gesturing towards your clothes. “I told him that I didn’t really like this kind of stuff, but he was so damn insisten—”

“I think you look particularly ravishing this evening,” he interrupted, eyes trailing down your form.

Ah hell, you had forgotten about the potion. Of course he would think you look good right now, he’s not in his right mind!

“I’m sorry, Lucifer. The whole potion thing slipped my mind for a moment,” you pondered sadly, your eyes gravitating towards the edge of the table where your food lay. “Do you want to end this early tonight?”

“No,” his own answer surprised him. “I do truly find enjoyment in your company. Having you to myself for an evening—”

It’s just the potion talking it’s just the potion talking, you reminded yourself. Oh, how you had hoped for the ever-stoic elder brother to utter those words to you. And maybe you could indulge in this side of him just once.

“And how do you feel towards me, Lucifer?” you teased, hoping to engage with this flirty side to him a bit longer. You had to admit, it was kind of fun.

You hadn’t expected his reply.

“It hurts to breathe when I look at you. Any time you enter a room all I hear is static and I lose the ability to focus on anything except you. Anywhere you touch me it burns, and yet somehow, I can never get enough of it. I am a moth to your flame, MC. I am hopelessly, irrevocably—"

“Lucifer, just stop. I know this whole love potion is making you say things you don’t mean.” You couldn’t bear to hear anymore, this was not a real confession.

He glanced up in shock, “Love potion? No, wait. You have the wrong idea.”

It was too late, you had already slammed your payment onto the table and walked out of the restaurant. You just wanted to sleep in your bed and forgot about the entire night.

As you climbed up the steps and swung open your door, you did not expect to see a silver haired sorcerer lounging on your bed.

“Well, hello! I was wondering if you have that textbook I lent you—”

“Cut the shit, Solomon. I’m not in the mood after the little prank you played on Lucifer today.”

To be fair, he really was there to grab a textbook, but now he was even more confused.

“What are you talking about? Didn’t things go well?”

“Quit acting like you don’t know! That love potion you gave him was a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

Suddenly, a grin broke out across the human’s face, his finger gently stroking his chin as he realized the situation.

“Darling, I never gave him a love potion, I gave him a truth elixir.”

You stood rigid, Solomon wouldn’t lie about that right…?

You turned around, but he was already gone. Collapsing onto the bed you replayed the events of the night. Oh god…. So that means, he really meant all of that?!

Tucking yourself into bed, you felt your cheeks grow hot.

Thanks, Solomon.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad, after all.

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tenderness | chapter 3: inevitable

[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/

1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving

2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.

chapter word count: 3.5k

chapter warnings: arguing, implied that reader doesn't have a good relationship with her family

a/n: this is the first chapter with mixed pov! time to see some things from chan's perspective :)

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The first time that you had watched Channie's Room in person, it was an accident. You had had dinner with Chan and lost track of time until a reminder had popped up on his phone. You had started cleaning up all your things when he had shyly suggested that you stay and watch. Technically, Chan doesn’t need any staff with him as he does Channie’s Room, but occasionally if they were being done in his studio then someone would sit in. After so many episodes, he’s trusted enough to know what he can and can’t do on stream and he doesn’t require any technical support. 

It was fun for you, watching him interact with Stays and enjoy music. These streams were fanservice, but you knew Chan well enough by now to be able to tell that he was genuinely enjoying himself. After his customary sign-off and making sure that the stream was actually over, he had turned to you and asked what you thought. You had told the truth, that you liked being able to see this side of him, and that since he was clearly enjoying himself, you enjoyed watching too. It was different to be in-person and you had to make sure that you didn’t laugh at any of Chan’s reactions or the comments that were sent in, especially when he read out a few cheesy pick up lines and quickly glanced over to where you sat.

You weren’t sure if your presence made a difference for him- he had only looked at you a couple times during the stream- so you figured that it’d be a one time thing. But the next week when you were at your desk, you got a text.

[8:14pm - received]

Hey Y/n

I’m planning on doing Channie’s Room in 15 min

[8:14pm - sent]

okay! Have fun :)

[8:15pm - received]

Want to come watch? No pressure if you’re busy though haha

[8:15 - sent]

Oh! Sure, I’ll be down in a second!!

It had gone about the same as the first time. You didn’t say anything and he didn’t acknowledge you during the hour and a half that he was live for. Still, every week you would get a text and every week you find yourself in a chair in the corner of his studio, carefully out of sight from the camera.

—

This Sunday is similar to every other, you have the stream pulled up on your phone with the sound turned off, watching as the comments fly past. He’s eating dinner, even though it’s well past the time that you would consider to be acceptable for dinner. You catch yourself smiling at how excited he is for each bite and have to school your expression in case he happens to look over.

A notification pops up overtop of the video and you freeze. 

You come back to yourself when Chan calls out your name. When you blink, you’re still looking at your phone, but the video is blank. The stream is over and you didn’t even realise.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”

“Oh nothing, just saw a weird comment and it caught me off guard,” you laugh.

“What did it say?” Chan asks, instantly concerned.

“Nothing, it’s not important. It wasn’t even anything, I promise.” 

And really, it’re true. It was just a text with a date and time. After all, how could you say that it was a text from your eomoni that caused such a strong reaction? It would just lead to more and more questions and you’s not in the mood to deal with that. You know you'll have to bring up your family with Chan eventually, but you don’t know how he’ll react and you don’t know what you’d say anyway.

For now, you paste on a smile and promise that you’ll tell him tomorrow when the time is right.

—

A couple weeks later, it was a rare evening that all the members plus yourself were available to have dinner at the dorms. Minho had taken advantage of an afternoon free of schedules and used the time to prepare a feast of bossam, kimchi jjigae, dubu jorim, as well as a spread of banchan.

Eventually the topic shifts from work related to the upcoming time off they had for Chuseok. They go around the table, sharing their plans, even though everybody knew what to expect. You had talked to most of the boys beforehand and knew they were going to visit their families, while Chan and Felix were keeping each other company at the dorms. By extension, that meant you were also going to be staying at the dorms, something you were more than happy to do.

When the conversation makes it around to you, you are somewhat preoccupied with scooping some more rice and tofu into your bowl. Felix playfully nudges both you and Chan while asking, “Any special plans, you two?”

“Nothing,” Chan replies at the exact same time that you grimace and say, “dinner with my family.”

The whole table stills as the boys look between the two of you and Chan noticeably stiffens. They've never heard the conversations you've had with Chan about meeting your parents, but the lack of information you've shared with them is likely telling enough.

You determinedly mash together everything in your bowl, trying to ignore the stares from everyone and the way your cheeks are heating up.

"We celebrate Chuseok together every year. I'm- I'm required to attend," you mutter into your food.

"That sounds nice. You don't see them often, right?" Felix says cautiously, breaking the tense silence that has settled over the table.

"I-" Before you can finish, Chan abruptly stands up, pushing his chair away from the table. He heads straight toward the door, slinging a coat over his shoulders and shoving his feet into shoes.

"I'm going to the studio." Is the only explanation he gives before the door is swinging shut behind him.

Your knuckles turn white around the handle of your spoon. The braised tofu in your bowl has been turned to paste and though it smelled good a few minutes ago, your appetite has vanished. 

You knew that your Chuseok plans would eventually have to be brought up, but you had been dreading it. Even if you had never mentioned anything, it sat as a heavy weight on your shoulders for the past few days. You had spent hours trying to think of the right things to say, but had never built up the courage to talk to him. You knew he really valued family connections in a way that you never would. Chan's curiosity about your family paired with his close relationship with his own had left a bitter taste in your mouth that prevented you from speaking up any time the two of you were alone. You had hoped that it wouldn’t be a big deal, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

You definitely regretted it now. Practically anything would have been better than him finding out in front of the rest of the members because you had absent-mindedly spoken.

You close your eyes for a second before also rising from the table.

"I'll go after him," you say breathlessly. "I'm sorry for… that. I should have talked to him before. I- I'm sorry. Thank you for dinner, Minho-ssi. Sorry."

You bow quickly to avoid making eye contact with anybody and quickly gather your bowl and utensils. Chan had left his phone on the table in his rush to leave, so you grab that too and pocket it. Once you put everything down on the counter, you stand over the sink and massage your forehead. You really didn't want to have to talk to Chan, but knew he was like you and would be stuck in his head if left alone for too long. 

You can hear the boys starting to talk to each other in low voices and that is enough for you to force yourself towards the door.

—

When you finally make it to Chan's studio and inch open the door, he's already on his laptop with his headphones on. Either he doesn't notice your entry or is trying to ignore it, but he's not actively working on anything, just staring blankly at an unfinished track.

When you say his name, he startles and jerks his arm, making his cursor skitter across his computer screen.

He half pulls off his headphones while turning towards you, but pauses when he recognizes who's at the door.

"I'm sorry," you say immediately, stepping further into the room. "I-"

"I don't want to talk right now." Chan cuts you off, shaking his head and turning back to his laptop to continue glaring at the track he has open.

You don't know what to do, so you edge back towards the exit. You're just reaching for the handle when he calls out.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" He's still not looking at you, fists clenched and his whole body tense. "Or was I just supposed to find out on the day of the dinner?"

"I was!" you say defensively. "Of course I was going to tell you! I've been meaning to for days, just haven't… haven't gotten around to it."

Chan swivels around and impatiently gestures towards his couch and you quickly take a seat, acutely aware that this puts you directly in front of him. 

"Just tell me? No invitation? Not even going to give me a choice to say if I want to go?" he presses. You shrink into yourself as he continues on, not even giving you time to respond. "I introduced you to my family, even though they're in Australia. You met my sister in person! I don’t know a thing about your family other than that you have one. Do your parents even know about me?"

"They know," you say in a small voice, but don’t elaborate further. Chan doesn't look satisfied by your response, frustratedly running a hand through his hair. He blows out an angry breath and his posture suddenly deflates.

"I just- I don't get it. Is it me? Are you embarrassed to introduce me to your parents?" Chan asks, sounding defeated.

"It's not you-" 

"I just don’t understand. Is it because- I know that being an idol is unconventional, but-"

“No, it’s not that,” you interrupt before he can spiral further. 

“Then… why?”

"It's not- Chan-oppa, there's nothing wrong with you. Or you being an idol. You're fine. You're perfect. It's me," you say miserably, voice hoarse, "I just, I didn't- I don’t want you to have to see the kind of person I am when I'm with them. I don't like how I am, who I am when I'm around my family."

You bury your face into your hands and swallow hard to try and remove the lump that has formed in your throat. When Chan settles beside you on the couch and wraps an arm around your shoulders, you soften, both at his presence and the warm buzz of the charge.

"I'm sorry," he says gently. "I shouldn't have pushed so much."

"No, I should have told you," you reply, voice muffled by your hands. "I knew I had to tell you."

His hands enclose around your wrists and carefully pry them away from your face. When you open your eyes, you see that he has leaned forwards to try to look at you better. 

“I just want to get to know you better. I want to get to know your family, your background. Please, let me in.” He looks so young like this, earnestly looking at you.

In response, you tip forward and rest your forehead on his shoulder. Although you normally avoid skinship like this, especially at the company, anything was better than seeing his concerned but confused expression. You want to tell him everything, but how can you explain the twisted and complicated relationship that you have with your family? What words could describe the facade that you have created to pretend you're not affected by their disappointment?

"I promise, I'll tell you everything eventually. I just need some more time, okay?" you ask hesitantly. Chan agrees immediately. "I want to talk to the boys too. I know they must also have questions. Can we? Have a meeting tonight?"

—

Y/n decides that she wants to tell the group all at once to avoid having to repeat herself and Chan is secretly relieved. It’s not that he doesn’t like one-on-one conversations, but he hopes that the rambunctious nature of the other members lightens the mood. He’s looking forward to getting any information he can about Y/n’s family, his not-so-subtle attempts to learn even a little bit about them have been fruitless thus far.

As Chan and Y/n make their way back to the dorms, he texts the group chat to gather in the living room. By the time they make it back, everyone has crammed themselves on the couches, leaving an empty space on the loveseat for the two of them.

Y/n takes a deep breath to steady herself.

When she says her parents’ names, Chan doesn't recognize either, but Changbin's head immediately shoots up and he lets out an "Oh shh-" that's quickly cut off by a well placed elbow of Minho. Y/n makes a face at that.

"Yeah," she says, clearly unsurprised by Changbin's reaction, but resigned. On the other side of Minho, Jisung speaks up.

"I don't get it, is he famous?" He also receives an elbow to the stomach, to which he whines, "Hyunggg, that hurt!"

“Be sensitive.” Minho scolds. Y/n laughs at that, but there’s no humour in the sound.

“No, it’s okay. I get that you guys are curious,” she says. “My parents aren’t famous, but they are well known in some circles. You guys know the hospital that Hyunjin goes to for check-ups of his hand?”

Everyone nods at that. Even Felix is familiar with that hospital, as he’s gotten treatment there when he injured his back. Chan himself has visited a few times regarding various injuries or procedures. The hospital is large, fairly new, but most importantly, has a reputation for being discrete. It’s definitely a favourite for idols who don’t want to take the chance and be photographed or have personal information shared.

“Your parents are doctors?” Seungmin prompts.

“My abeoji is. My brother too,” Y/n confirms. “But he also… My abeoji owns the hospital.” She looks down at her hands as she says it, as if scared to see what the reactions of everyone will be. Chan feels like his brain is short circuiting and can't get himself to do anything but stare. 

"Noona, does that mean you're loaded?" Jisung asks, eyes wide. Minho immediately turns on him, but Y/n shocks them all by laughing loudly at that.

"I wouldn't say I'm loaded. My parents definitely are though."

“That’s awesome! What’s wrong with that then?”

“Well, you know how Asian parents are. They had certain expectations for me, for my future that I didn’t meet. They didn’t exactly approve of me deciding to go into the entertainment industry, so we’re… not close. I see them twice a year, Seollal and Chuseok.”

Chan can sympathise with that, although his parents have always been supportive of him, even when he was a trainee and they were worried or didn’t understand why he never gave up, a lot of families weren’t the same. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Felix says. He stands and pulls Y/n into a tight hug, which she melts into. It soon becomes a group huddle as everyone joins in, surrounding Y/n in love.

“We’ll be your family, Y/n,” Chan promises, and everyone else murmurs their agreement. He pretends not to see the tears that gather in the corners of Y/n’s eyes.

—

A couple days after Y/n’s announcement, Changbin knocks on Chan's studio door.

"Hey," he says when Chan rolls over on his chair and opens the door. "Just wanted to talk to you about Chuseok."

"Okay," Chan says slowly.  "What about it?"

“Are you going to Y/n’s family dinner?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

"What are you planning to wear?" Changbin asks bluntly.

"Uhh." Even though Chuseok has basically sat in the back of Chan’s mind for the past few days, haunting him every time he has two seconds to think, he hadn’t even considered that aspect of it. He’s been too occupied worrying constantly about not knowing what to expect and yet not wanting to talk to Y/n about it. "I don't know, something nice?"

"Yeah, you have about 10 outfits, all of them are black, and almost half of them are hoodies. Do you know what Y/n is wearing?" Chan grimaces at that.

"I didn't even know that she was going until a few days ago man, of course I don't know what she's wearing."

"Listen, hyung. Her family… I don't know them personally, but I think you need to either talk to her about it or make arrangements to borrow clothes from a stylist."

"Borrow clothes from a stylist?" Chan laughs incredulously. "Can't I just buy something myself?"

"I mean you can do whatever you want," Changbin says, putting his hands up in surrender. "Be my guest to buy designer brand formal wear that I'm pretty sure you'll only wear once since you'll have to have something else for the next time you see them."

“Designer formal wear?” Chan repeats. “What am I, going to a wedding? This is a dinner with just her immediate family, do you really think they would care that much?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I just think that they’d be the type to really value appearances. Clothing is one part of that. Just… Talk to Y/n, okay? I want things to go well for you and I know that you want to make a good first impression.”

“I- okay,” Chan acquiesces. He trusts that Changbin’s just coming from a good place even though he dreads having to talk to Y/n about this. “I’ll bring it up.”

—

A week before Chuseok, Y/n knocks on their bedroom door while Chan’s trying to work at his desk. By the time he’s taken off his headphones and has started standing, she’s managed to get the door open and enters. Even after his conversation with Changbin, Chan still hasn’t been able to broach the topic of Chuseok with Y/n again, even though it’s been occupying his mind an increasing amount. He feels a rush of relief when he sees that she’s carrying two garment bags, lifted above her head to prevent them from dragging on the ground.

“This is for you,” she says, thrusting the larger of the bags in Chan’s direction. He peels it open carefully to find a black suit with golden details embroidered into it. The jacket is more traditional, the design is clearly a modern version of a hanbok, and the fabric of all the pieces look luxuriously thick. Without even trying it on, he can tell that the outfit has been tailored to his dimensions. It’s beautiful.

“Is this for-”

“Chuseok? Yes. My eomoni is… particular about what people wear. You’ll look good in this.” Y/n assures him.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, curious about the second bag that Y/n had hung up while he was inspecting his.

“You’ll find out later. Don’t worry, I won’t be outshining you.” she replies playfully.

“Hey!” Chan laughs. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know, it’s just fun to tease.”

Chan carefully places the clothes back into the garment bag and zips it up to hang in his closet. He’s dealt with his fair share of expensive clothes, most of which have to be treated with extreme caution as they have to be returned at the end of the day, but this feels different. Not only is it now his to keep, but it’s also one of the first gifts that he’s exchanged with Y/n, giving it special significance.

He knows this gift is more than just clothes. It also represents Y/n opening up, letting him into this side of her life that she’s kept to herself for so long.

“Y/n,” he says, waiting until she makes eye contact. “Thank you.”

“No worries,” she says, cheeks pinkening. She looks down at the ground. “It’s the least I can do, you’re going to have to put up with my family for an evening.”

Chan doesn’t know what to make of finally meeting them, Y/n’s mentions of them have been sporadic and cryptic at best. He’s desperate to learn more about her and he knows that her family, although distant now, likely played a key role in the way that you conduct yourself. But over time, and especially these past few days, he’s growing more wary of what he might learn. He just can’t understand how someone as kind, soft, and thoughtful as Y/n could have such a stilted relationship with her family.

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Hiii, Can I do a request with Henry Cavill?

Here’s the situation, yesterday was my birthday and from 15 only came 4 (all of them had already confirmed that they’ll be here and also they gave a “joke” gift and made feel really humiliated) I want Henry comforting the reader in that situation. Because God knows that hurt soo much and I really wanted someone to comfort me. Angst but with lotsss of fluff please 🥰🥰🥰

Birthday Cake ☁️

Pairing: Boyfriend! Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 1,863

Summary: Request tells all ☺️

Warning: Slight Angst in terms of the reader being humiliated, other than that it’s fluffy

(Hope I fulfilled the request ☺️)

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Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

'jeez y/n you are lookin fine tonight, 26 and still gorgeous’ I said to myself, my hands running up and down my dress clad body, this dress had definitely boosted my confidence. For the first time in weeks I had finally gotten a week off of work, BUT for a very good reason, it’s my birthday week.

(The dress)

Henry and I decided to celebrate just him and I later on during the week, allowing for my friends and I to go out tonight. A dinner at the restaurant, followed by a few drinks at the club.

For the first time in weeks, I felt pretty and happy. Something work had very much bogged down.

I had already received a gag gift if you will, from these friends and honestly I didn’t know how to feel at all. They had decided to gift me a massive cardboard cutout of one of Henry's exes, writing on the back “the original”

Now of course when I saw it I laughed it off, but deep inside I knew that they had hit a massive insecurity of mine.

Trying not to be rude I just stored the cutout in my clothes closet, thinking of the best time to throw it at the dump.

When all of a sudden a ping of texts vibrated my phone from the nightstand, it slowly shifting with each sound, interrupting my train of thought. Humming to myself I walked over to the table, instantly seeing a flood of notifications from the group chat.

The Girls 🍷

Stephanie: Hey Y/n, looks like I can’t make it this week, just found out my boyfriends throwing a party and you know i’ve just gotta keep an eye on him

Monica: Yeahh that’s what I was coming here to say, today’s date is just really inconvenient for us to be honest. Hannah told me to say she can’t make it either soz xx

Leah: Y/n let’s reschedule another time?

Chloe: Yeah soz can’t make it, promise next year tho yeah? 😂😂

Y/n: I don’t get it? I asked you guys if you were free today?

Chloe: Don’t get an attitude Y/n jus cus its ur bday

“From 6 to 1, within 5 minutes” That genuinely must be a record for me.

Looking at myself in the reflection, all energy and confidence, gone. Huffing out, I grabbed my phone again, deciding to phone up the reservation at the restaurant, the one Henry had made for me.

(Phone Call)

Random: Hello this is ** Restaurant, how can I help you?

Y/n: Yes hello, uh I’m calling about the reservation for Cavill, at 6:30pm?

Random: Ah yes, hello Mrs Cavill, the reservation for 6?

Mrs? I swear Henry needs to stop introducing me as his wife, it’s going to make me blush to a point where it’s permanent

Y/n: Yeah unfortunately something has came up, so would I be able to cancel the reservation. I’m so sorry about this

Randomer: Oh no, it’s not bother Mrs Cavill, thank you for calling to let us know

(End of Phone Call)

Putting down the phone, I could not be bothered to even get unready, deciding against it and heading towards the kitchen.

Pulling open the fridge, I picked up my chocolate cake and set it onto the counter. Getting up to grab a fork, and sitting back down again, my feelings still numb.

Without thinking I started stabbing the cake with the fork, whilst continuously scooping parts into my mouth. Tears unwillingly slipped down my cheeks, my vision clouded.

Why am I always the one left in the end? Even on my f*cking birthday and all I wanted was to see my so called “friends”

Sooner or later it’s going to be Henry leaving me, I can already feel it.

Then it’ll just be me, again.

I guess you could say my thoughts are a stretch, but in times of hardcore emotion, it’s hard to control the type of thoughts you get.

In the middle of a massive bite of cake, there was a series of rapid knocks at my front door. Wearily I walked over, opening the door, to see Henry?

“Bear?”

(Henry’s P.O.V)

Sitting with the lads at the club, I watched the clock mindlessly. Y/n had sent me out for the night so she could have her girls night, but honestly I didn’t mind, I know how much she’s been needing something like this.

When it finally reach 6:30, I suddenly had the idea of calling up the restaurant to send her table a batch of their finest wine. If I couldn’t be there for her, I will be there another way.

(Phone Call)

Random: Hello this is ** Restaurant, how can I help you?

Henry: Hi there, I’m asking about the Cavill reservation?

Random: Yes the one your wife cancelled tonight?

Henry: She cancelled it? Why? When?

Random: At around 5:30? She said something had come up, sir.

Henry: Okay thank you, bye

(End of Phone call)

“Who was meant to be there tonight?” I said out loud to myself, leaning my head back.

“Ah yes stephanie” I said to myself, instantly going to her instagram to see a new story was put up.

what the hell was going on, why was all of

Y/n's friends out at this dude's party? Where was Y/n?

Instantly standing up, “I gotta go lads, somethings up”

Hearing a chorus of goodbyes, I jumped into my car and drove back home; Y/n's car was still in the driveway and the lights were on in the house. Knocking on the door rapidly, my heartbeat ringing in my ears.

“Bear?”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“W-what are you doing here?” I asked, swallowing the last bit of cake in my mouth.

“I should be asking you that babe, why are you not out?”

“This is why” I said passing him my phone, seeing his face start to furrow as he read through the group chat texts.

“Oh pup, i’m so sor-“ Hearing his voice, I could feel the tears starting to build up again, rushing to his arms for comfort.

His arms instantly surrounding me, his lips pressing kisses to my head.

“Why didn’t you call me? You know I would have taken you out instead” He said cupping my face to look at him, placing another kiss onto my nose.

“I-I just didn’t wanna look like a loser with no friends Hen” I said sniffling, wiping my tears with the back of my hands, before his hands pulled mine down. Wiping my tears with his thumbs, he placed soft kisses on my rosey cheeks.

“You’d never look like a loser to me love, you deserve much better than those people you call friends. How about this, lets get you more comfortable and we can have a night to ourselves?”

“Yeah okay” I said smiling slightly, seeing his eyes peer down at me with so much love.

“You look absolutely amazing tonight, lord have I got the hots for you” Henry said laughing slightly, slapping my ass as we walked up the stairs to our bedroom, giggles being heard along the way.

“Alright i’m going to pick you out some soft pyjamas, you just sit down on the bed and don’t do anything. Tonight is all about you”

Nodding my head, he walked into our closet before walking back out again.

“Why is my ex in our closet? With that written on her” He said looking at me confused.

“Oh the girls gave me that as a gift, nice right” I said sarcastically, seeing his face fall again. “Those b*tches, love I cannot stand to see you with them again if they’re treating you like this”

Henry pulled the cutout out, folding it smaller and shoving it into the corner beside our bin where he claimed it “belongs

Walking back into our closet he pulled our our matching velvet pyjamas, putting his set on first before walking over to me.

“Sorry Hen, I know you were out with the lads tonight” I said putting my hands in the air as he helped pull the dress off me, his hands unclipping my bra for me, before putting on the warm pyjama top.

“Sweets I can go out with them anytime, your birthday is once a year”

He held the trousers out for me, letting me step into them before patting my thigh softly, then standing up to his full height again.

“Meet you down at the sofa okay? i’ll be two minutes”

“Ok but don’t take too long bear, might miss you too much” I said winking at him, feeling myself starting to lighten up a bit.

Heading downstairs to the sofa I sat down, turning on the T.V to put on anything for background noise. Hearing Henry grunt, I turned my head seeing him carrying at least two comforters and five pillows in his grasp.

Just before throwing them all on top of me before running back upstairs again, leaving me to settle into the pillows and blankets, transforming the sofa into a massive bed.

Running back down the steps, he jumps in next to me, putting a box in my lap with a number “1” written on it. His arm going around my waist to pull me into his side, his lips kissing my temple, his hand tucking the hair behind my ear.

“What is this bear?”

“It’s your first gift of course, out of 26”

“Are you serious? 26?”

“Well yes, now go on, open it poppet”

Untying the ribbon, the box fell apart into its different layers, photos throughout our relationship littered the sides.

“Oh Hen” I started, tears brimming my eyes, but for a good reason this time.

The first photo, however, caught my eye bringing a bright blush to my face as I picked it up. Henry's fingers tracing shapes into my side as he watched my reaction.

“H-hen when did you take this?”

“Well, you were just so cute, snuggly and warm. At that point I just fell more in love with you babe”

The picture was that of Henry and I in bed, specifically me laying half asleep on his chest after a very intimate night. My eyes looking up at him, half open, my breasts hidden by his hand reaching the whole way around me.

“I don’t know what to say bear”

“How about 'cake?' “

“Oh yeah, there’s some in the kitchen if you want” I said caressing his bearded face, his hands playing around with the hair on my neck as I turned towards him.

“Okay i’ll be two seconds then love” He said getting back up and returning with the whole cake platter and a fork in his hand.

“Open wide” He said, getting a piece of cake onto the fork, before feeding me it.

“Do you not want a bit?” I asked confused.

“Oh i’ll get some, dont worry love” He said quirking his brow at me, before smashing his lips onto mine. The kiss getting passionate as he set down the plate, his kisses getting slippery and more heated with him then pulling away.

“Red velvet cake? Almost as sweet as you baby”

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[sirianasims]

Chapter 42

Mind The Gap

“Hailey, can you start on the cookies?”

“Sure, mom.”

My mother’s movements were precise and efficient as she and Hailey moved around the kitchen like choreographed dancers, measuring, stirring, and chopping.

“Mom, the table is done. Anything else I can do?”

She shook her head. “No thanks, sweetie, I think Hailey and I can take it from here.” My mother knew better than to let me cook anything more advanced than cup noodles.

Hailey turned to me.

“Actually, could you go check on Grayson? It sounds like he’s still awake.”

I went to the living room and picked up my wiggly nephew. He cooed happily when he saw me.

“Hi, Gray-Gray! Look, it’s your favourite aunt! At least until your grandpa brings aunt Ivy back from the airport.”

The living room was littered with toys and baby stuff. Hailey and her husband Mark lived just around the corner, and spent almost as much time here as they did at their own house.

On the coffee table, yet another gossip magazine speculated wildly about Paul Romeo’s new fling. The picture of us outside his hotel had been everywhere for the past two weeks, and it had almost stopped bothering me every time I saw it. The writings still hurt, though.

“You should be glad you can’t read, Gray-Gray. You’re already busy eating and pooping and sleeping, you don’t need to also worry about silly people calling you a gold-digger or saying that you’re just a child playing dress-up.”

He giggled and blew a spit bubble, and I felt a surge of affection for him.

“I know, right? Some of them even say nasty things about your uncle Paul too. Or, well – he’s not really your uncle, but maybe some day…”

I paused. I hadn’t really spent much time thinking about what ‘some day’ would look like. Would Paul ever want to get married? Have kids? Most people his age had a family by now. What if he wanted kids soon? We never talked about it.

Grayson sleepily tried to grab a tiny fistful of my hair. I moved it out of reach and began rocking him again.

“You’re a good listener, Gray-Gray,” I muttered softly. “And very cute. But you need to sleep so you won’t be cranky during dinner.”

I rocked him for a while. Outside, the powdery snowflakes danced in the wind while I listened to his breathing, deep and steady. When I was sure he was asleep, I put him in his crib and flopped down on the couch to check my phone. No new texts.

I ignored the angry red dots telling me I had 99+ notifications on most of my social media. At least they didn’t have my phone number. My friends and family knew to only text or call me directly by now.

My phone vibrated in my hand, and I checked it eagerly. Marten wished me a happy Winterfest.

I reacted to his last message with a heart and put the phone down. I liked Marten, we sometimes played games online when he wasn’t too busy with his studies. I was glad that he still wanted to be my friend even though he probably had something else in mind when he asked for my number, but it was Paul I really wanted to hear from.

Grayson was still sleeping peacefully, and I could hear my mother and Hailey talking and laughing, their voices mixing with the clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. The delicious smells from the food and the ever-present scent of pine enveloped me and I was almost drifting off when my phone vibrated again.

This time it was Paul, saying he’d be calling in ten minutes or so.

I leapt up from the couch to put on something warmer. I wasn’t really supposed to go outside alone, but I didn’t feel like talking to him around my family, and I doubted any paparazzi would be spending Winterfest freezing their butts off in case I left the house.

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the blue - part five

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✯ summary: mattie misses adam while he's gone, danny is there to make her feel better ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: none rlly - pure fluff ✯

✯ now playing: skinny love - bon iver ✯

✯ masterlist ✯

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March 2021 

Adam had been gone for about a week now. Pre-season testing had started in Bahrain on the 12th and he would be there until around 15th, coming home for a few days before heading back to the country on the 24th for the start of the first race weekend. 

Mattie was used to Adam being gone for a lot of the year. Even when he was home it seemed that he was always busy with something at the MTC, or heading out to see all the friends he had made on his travels around the world. 

She wasn’t a jealous person. But she did find herself envious of the amount of time everyone else got to spend with her best friend. They had grown up thick as thieves, constantly in one another’s pockets. She now had to settle for sporadic texting and FaceTime calls at strange hours. 

He had sent her a message earlier in the day telling her how well everything was going, followed by a photo of him, Lando and some of the other guys out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. She hated that she immediately noticed the lack of Danny in the photo. 

She hadn’t spoken to Danny since that night in the bar. Their evening had ended after a few more drinks, plenty of banter and as Adam had promised, she was home and tucked up in bed by 11PM. 

The first couple days of Adam being gone had been relatively painless. As a freelance editor she had the luxury of picking how heavy or light she chose her workload to be. She had a habit of throwing herself into her work while Adam was gone. Taking on extra clients to help fill the time and pass the days until he came back home. 

By the 7th day of Adam being gone she had felt the loneliness creeping in. It was moments like this that she had cursed herself for not being more social during her younger years. It wasn’t that she didn’t have other friends, she did, it was just that they all had their own lives. She felt that the only times they would reach out would be when they needed something from her or had seen Adam on the TV at one of the races. 

It was a Wednesday evening and Mattie found herself half way through a bottle of wine, scrolling aimlessly through her Instagram feed. She smiled as she saw a photo posted by Lando. The young Brit praising how good the new car was for this season. She double tapped the photo and continued scrolling. 

Her fingers stopped as she saw a post from Daniel. It wasn’t even a photo of him. Just the same as Lando had, he’d posted a photo of the car. But why did she feel like her heart was beating out of her chest? She shook her head and double tapped the photo. 

It was only a minute later that she saw the notification appear on her screen. 

danielricciardo sent you a message 

Mattie stared at her phone screen. She felt like a teenager again. She could feel her heartbeat racing and palms growing sweaty. This stupid crush was not going away any time soon, she feared. 

danielricciardo: hello stranger, i see you’re creeping on my instagram again! 

Mattie huffed out a laugh. Of course he would say that. 

mattieryan: ha ha you’re funny! i wasn’t creeping. i just came across the post on my feed. don’t flatter yourself so much, your head will grow too big! 

She hoped he didn’t mind her jibe. She didn’t want him to think she was being rude. She hated that she over thought her every action when it came to Danny. Her worries stopped when her phone vibrated, indicating he had replied almost immediately. 

danielricciardo: you wound me mattie girl! but you might have a point there 

danielricciardo: anyway, how are you? 

Her mind went back to that night in the bar. Danny being so adamant that she knew that he considered them to be friends. This is what friends did; chat, ask each other how they are. This was normal. She could be friends with Daniel Ricciardo. 

mattieryan: yeah i’m alright thanks! currently on the sofa, drinking wine and deciding what to watch on netflix. how are you? testing going ok? 

danielricciardo: cute! yeah not too bad, still getting to grips with the car a bit, but we’ll get there! i’m just in the hotel now, also deciding what to watch on netflix. any ideas? 

mattieryan: you’ll get there, i’m sure of it :) as for what to watch, i’m settling on the office, it’s my comfort show lol 

danielricciardo: great choice! what episode are we watching? 

mattieryan: i’m on season 5, episode 27, cafe disco! it’s one of my favs. 

danielricciardo: i’ll put it on now. second question, why do you need comforting? everything alright? 

She hoped he didn’t pick up on that. She wasn’t sure how honest she should be. She sighed, contemplating her reply. They were friends right? 

mattieryan: didn’t realise you’d caught that, haha. i’m okay, it just gets a bit lonely at home sometimes when adam is gone. i would message him, but i know he’s out with Lando tonight so didn’t want to bother him. 

mattieryan: seriously, i’m fine though! i promise, it’s not that deep, i’ve just had half a bottle of wine and i’m in my feelings, haha. 

Mattie locked her phone and placed it delicately in her lap. She attempted to divert her attention by focusing on the TV screen in front of her. She found herself laughing as she watched the characters of her favourite show dancing round the screen. 

danielricciardo: i’m more than just a pretty face ya know? that’s perfectly valid. it must suck that he’s gone so much. but i also know for a fact that if you text him and told him how you were feeling he would drop everything to call you. 

danielricciardo: but if you’re not going to message him, you’ll have to put up with me bothering you instead :) 

mattieryan: you’re not bothering me danny, but thanks for being so sweet 

danielricciardo: careful sweetheart, you’ll make my head grow bigger! 

danielricciardo: we never got to finish our game of twenty questions. 

danielricciardo: what’s your favourite flower? 

Mattie found herself messaging Danny until the small hours of the morning. By the time she had finally caved and fallen asleep she felt that she knew the Aussie enough to feel confident calling him a friend. 

They had spoken about anything and everything. 

Danny had learnt that her favourite flowers were daisies and that she loved to fill her flat with them any chance she got. He also now knew her favourite film was Romeo + Juliet, but that she loved Tangled. 

He knew that she preferred autumn and spring to the summer heat or bitter cold. She told him she liked it cool enough to wear a jacket, but sunny enough she could wear sunglasses and not feel silly. 

She’d never been to Australia, but always wanted to go. He told her he would show her one day. 

Mattie had learnt that Danny was an uncle and that he loved kids. He told her all about his ranch in Perth and how he loved to ride quad bikes around the land. He had sheep and horses on the ranch and how he savoured going back home any chance he got. 

Mattie now knew how deep his love of music ran. How he had a playlist for every scenario and that he loved finding new bands and musicians that he had never heard of before. 

He adored that she hadn’t asked him once about Formula 1 or that whole part of his life. She wanted to know about him. Danny. Not Daniel Ricciardo, driver for Mclaren. 

Mattie couldn’t believe that he was interested. He wanted to know more about her. She felt seen, a feeling she hadn’t felt for a long time. 

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Mattie woke up the next morning, rubbing at her face, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light now pouring through her bedroom window. She definitely had forgotten to set her alarm last night. She checked the alarm clock next to her bed, 9:05AM. 

Time to get up. 

She went about the start of her day as usual. She showered, dressed and made herself a coffee before the clock had hit 10AM. Sitting down on one of the barstools by the kitchen counter she pulled out her laptop and began her working day. 

A couple hours passed and she had successfully responded to every email in her inbox, and started to read the latest draft of a novel sent to her by one of her clients. She was just getting into a new chapter when she heard her intercom buzz. Confused, she stood up and walked over to the control panel by the front door. 

“Hello” she spoke into the microphone, waiting for a response. 

“Hiya! I have a delivery for Mattie Ryan? Can you buzz me up?” a female voice came through the speaker. 

She pressed the enter button as she searched her brain, trying to remember what she had ordered. Coming up empty, she concluded that it was probably a delivery for Adam but that he had put her name down, knowing he’d be out of the country when it would arrive. 

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. 

She opened the door gingerly and looked at the delivery woman standing in front of her. 

“Delivery for Mattie Ryan? Don’t worry, you don’t need to sign, hope you have a lovely day” the woman spoke as she handed the biggest bouquet of daisies to Mattie. 

Mattie looked at the flowers in her hands. Dozens of delicate daisies bound together by brown string, a white card placed on top of them with her name written beautifully in black ink. 

She found herself in a slight trance as she closed the door and walked back into her flat. Placing the flowers down carefully on the worktop she opened the card. 

Hope these make your day a bit brighter - DR x

Mattie’s face broke into the biggest smile. Her cheeks immediately turned a crimson red, a stark contrast to the snowy white daisies that lay before her. 

She quickly pulled out her phone and opened her chat with Danny.  

mattieryan: thank you for my flowers danny, they’re beautiful. 

Without thinking about it too much she snapped a quick photo of herself standing next to the bouquet with a grin on her face. The message turned from delivered to read almost as quickly as she had sent it 

danielricciardo: not as beautiful as you 

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✯ authors note: part five is here babies! i'm not totally in love with this one tbh, but i hope you all enjoy

i've not been able to stop thinking about the vcarb01 all day, it's giving 2017 toro rosso livery in the best way, absolutely beautiful

and danny looked so happy at the launch event it made my heart hurt. and the white racing suits/hugo boss fits..... i'm unwell ✯

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Ferrari - James Hype

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

You still make my heart beat fast, Ferrari

Charles had naturally insisted on helping Lyanna unpack her things and assemble her furniture in the new flat. And Lyanna had naively agreed, thinking she would be spending a sweet, loving moment with Charles. Which she bitterly regretted. Charles was a walking disaster. He had already dropped the box containing the crockery, which had spilled out onto the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces.

Lyanna asked him to leave her boxes alone and advised him to start assembling the furniture instead. Charles had boasted that she wouldn't find anyone better than him with a screwdriver and a spanner, and she'd trusted him. Second big mistake. She was busy in the bedroom tidying her clothes and organising the drawers when Charles, all proud, came up to her with a big smile on his face, twirling the screwdriver in his hand. 

“Your bookshelf never looked so good. I even took the time to put the content that was in the bookshelf box on it.”

“Thank you! You’re the best!”

“Told you. Do you need me to assemble something else while I’m at it?”

Lyanna was about to reply when a loud crash was heard in the living room. She and Charles rushed to find the source of the noise and Lyanna was shocked to see her bookshelf and all its contents on the floor. She heard Charles swallow and out of the corner of her eye saw him rubbing the back of his neck.

“You know what? I think you will be more useful if you just sit on the couch and let me do all of that.”

Finally, Lyanna had managed to assemble her furniture without the help of Charles, whom she had left to tidy up the things she owned that were neither made of glass nor important. By the end of the afternoon, most of the work had been completed. Charles had left a few moments earlier to do some grocery shopping and had just returned. The two of them went into the kitchen and cooked together, even though Lyanna was more concerned with making sure Charles didn't hurt himself than with getting on with the cooking.

“Charles, did you boil the water for the pasta?” she asked

“Why?”

“Please, reassure me, you know that to cook pasta you have to boil the water, don't you?”

“Who do you think I am? Of course I do! In fact, I was just about to. I was just making sure the pan was clean. Do you put a lot of water in it?”

“Uhm, Uhm…” she replied doubtfully. “One liter of water is fine for the pasta.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was going to do, I was just making sure…”

“Yeah, sure. You can admit it you know, you’re a mess in the kitchen Charles, there is nothing wrong with that.”

“I’m not a mess! I can cook decently well.”

“You’ve never cooked for me.”

“That’s false! Do you remember that time when I took you out for dinner on the boat? I made you pasta Bolognese.”

“Sure, if you call reheating a pre-prepared dish "cooking yourself" then fine.”

“I didn’t come here for my cooking skills to be bullied, love.” Falsely complained Charles.

“Oh, my poor baby. Did I hurt your ego?” teased him Lyanna.

“Nothing a kiss can’t fix.”

Once the meal was ready, Lyanna served it onto two plates that had miraculously escaped Charles' slaughter. They spent the evening laughing and teasing each other between kisses when Charles received a notification that the interview they had done with Lyanna a few weeks earlier was finally online. Both curious, Lyanna cleared away the plates before settling down on the sofa next to Charles. While they expected to see each other on screen, they were shocked to see that the interview was in fact moments of complicity between them stolen between takes with their voices over the top. However, the Scuderia had taken great care to keep only the moments when Charles was talking about Lyanna and vice versa. They didn't know how or when, but there was even footage of them during the last Grand Prix, just before Charles's crash, including the one where Lyanna witnessed it. They didn't like seeing their relationship exposed in this way against their will. Charles turned to Lyanna and promised that he would sort it out. He didn't know how, but he would.

“Or maybe we could try to be more public about our relationship? I’m not saying that we have to overshare but if we control what we post and how we want to post it, then we own the narrative and Ferrari can’t do what they want about us.”

“We don’t have to, Lya. I know how you feel about letting people in in our relationship.”

“I prefer to control how I let them in rather than let Ferrari decide it.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I am Charles. I am.”

But Lyanna barely had time to get used to her new surroundings before she had to leave for Modena. It was on a beautiful but cool morning in the middle of February that she and Charles set off. Charles was on his way to Maranello, where the presentation of the SF-24 would take place in a few days' time. Lyanna would accompany him. But in the meantime, she had work to do. She had recently received the final version of the Ferrari script and since then she had spent a lot of time taking notes and learning her lines.

Charles had seen very little of her, as he too had a lot of work to do and was much in demand by the media. But as soon as he picked her up, he immediately noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

“Lya? You okay? You look like shit, baby.”

“Great. Because I feel like shit as well.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get my lines straight. I tried everything and it just feels so out of place when I say them. I can’t get the right intention and it’s stressing me out. I’m missing something, I know that, but I don’t know what it is.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You are putting too much pressure on you. Relax, okay?”

“Easier said than done.” She mumbled while looking away.

“Do you want to come to the car presentation with me? I can give you a tour of the factory and there are many resources there, like books, press articles and pictures, maybe sit can help you?”

“Do you think people would mind? Because that for sure could really help. Thanks, you’re a life saver.”

“They wouldn’t care as long as you return them which you will.”

The long hours of driving passed in total silence. Lyanna had dozed off shortly after setting off, and given the state she was in, Charles had no wish to wake her. It was almost late afternoon and pitch dark when they arrived at Charles's flat in Maranello. With a delicate touch of his hand he tried to wake the actress, who grunted a little before turning away, letting a small laugh escape from his lips. She sank a little further into the seat and pulled up her jacket, which was slipping off her shoulders.

“Lya, love, we’re here.”

“I’m sleeping… go away.”

“I can’t let you sleep in the car; it would not make me win the boyfriend of the year award, right?”

“I don’t care, you have already won it in my opinion.”

“Come on, love. Wake up.”

Willy-nilly, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Charles got out of the car and took their things. As Lyanna was settling in for the three months of filming, she had packed a lot of stuff, whereas Charles only had his travelling suitcase, which he used when he went racing. As soon as they had entered the flat and unpacked their belongings, Lyanna took out her computer to continue working.

“Lya, maybe take a break? You are stressing yourself out, love. Put that thing away for tonight.”

“I can’t Charles… I still have a lot to do and nowhere near ready. Filming start next week and I’m just not ready at all.”

“Yeah, but it’s making you sick and I don’t like that.”

“It’s just… you understand. I know you do. It’s Ferrari, we can’t mess up. There are going to be expectations, the movie will attract a lot of attention. It’s going to be demanding, I know it will and it’s just so hard. I don’t know if I can handle such pressure.”

“I know you can. Do you know why? Because they did not cast you by chance or pure hazard. They did it because they thought you were the best. They believe in you as much as I believe in you and how amazing you are going to be. I can’t wait to see the movie. Not only because it’s Ferrari but because I’m going to be able to walk out of the theater and tell people that the incredible Lyanna Michel is my girlfriend and I’m so lucky. I’m going to brag about you so much that it’s going to make people sick. But I don’t care because it’s your time to shine. So please, Lya, take all the shine of the spotlight because baby, it is made for you.”

“You’re so damn good with words…”

“That’s one of my many talents, indeed. But does it work?”

“Whenever I think you can’t be more perfect you prove me wrong.”

The following day, Charles spent his last day before starting the season with the presentation of SF-24, helping Lya to rehearse. This was a welcome distraction for the young woman, as it allowed her to approach her work in a different way from what she was used to. Charles made her laugh with his clumsy attempts and dramatic acting. He was so bad that it made him cute. Still, it took the pressure off Lyanna and allowed her to approach her character in a much more relaxed way.

And then came the day of the car presentation. Charles and Lyanna had risen early to travel to Maranello and by the time they arrived, a crowd had gathered outside the factory, shouting Charles's name at the sight of the Pista. The driver took the time to roll down his window to collect gifts, sign autographs and take photos. They were surrounded, and to help Charles, Lyanna in turn lowered her window and gathered the gifts from those who were not on the right side of the car. She could hear the thank-you in Italian, the only words she knew in the language. She soon found herself dizzy with the noise and the crowd and glanced at Charles, who also seemed overwhelmed. But he still took the time to say a few words to each person. After what seemed like an eternity, they were finally able to park inside the factory.

“Is it always like that?” asked Lyanna as they stepped out of the car.

“Pretty much, yeah. Thanks by the way for the help.” said Charles, taking her hand in his.

“I must admit that I was not expecting that. I mean, I saw firsthand on races that you had your fans but here, it’s like another dimension.”

“They are pretty committed and passionate. It’s nice to see.”

“Definitely. And I have to say that hearing you speaking Italian makes me feel things that I wasn’t expecting to feel.” She confessed while nudging him.

“Oh, really? Then I must speak more in Italian…” he teased her making her blush.

“Coming from you, it sounds as sexy as indecent.”

He laughed and winked at her. They were greeted by Fred himself, who gave Charles a hug before doing the same with Lyanna, which surprised her greatly. Charles was then quickly taken aside by Mia and Silvia, who had to brief him on how the presentation was going to work and what was expected of him. He barely had time to place a kiss on the actress's lips and whisper a "see you later" before he disappeared, leaving her alone with Fred.

“I did not know you were coming.” He said to her while guiding her to the break room. “Coffee? Tea? Hot Chocolate?”

“Coffee, thanks. Well I’m in Modena for a new project starting very soon so… and we want to spend as much time as possible together before he leaves.”

“New project in Modena, hum? Tell me, or not because maybe you can’t but, I know a movie about Ferrari is going to be shot in the area. They asked for authorization a few months ago to film here in the factory. Do I guess correctly if I say that you are part of it?”

“You’re not wrong. That’s also why I’m here, for research purposes, let’s say. I thought that it could help me understand everything a bit better. And Charles told me that there were articles and books that I could borrow… if it’s possible, I mean.”

“I can’t see why it would be a problem.”

Fred poured her coffee and sat down opposite to her. There was an awkward silence. Despite his jovial face, Lyanna still found Fred intimidating.

“I know that we don’t know each other that much, even though it feels like it with how much Charles talks about you, but I never got the chance to thank you.”

This took Lyanna aback.

“But why? I mean, I’ve never done anything.”

“That’s where you are wrong. I really saw Charles improvement with the way he raced when you were there. At least before... you know. He changed. He is much calmer and confident since you’re around. I think he finally found the balance between his racing life and his personal one. He is at peace. Finally. And I know the boy since a very long time. I basically consider him as my son.”

“I think… we balance each other. He gave me a lot. Much more than what I gave him, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, make no mistake, Charles might be too proud to admit it but I do think that you gave him a lot to. He has always been very closed off with his feelings. Well, the negative ones, at least. He doesn’t like to talk about certain things, I’m sure you know what I mean. But last time he was here he was talking about Jules, but not like how he used to. He was joking about something that was about Jules. It never happened. Whenever Charles was talking about him it always gave me the feeling that he was he was tasked with a mission that was far too heavy for his shoulders. Sometimes, I wonder if he really allowed himself the time to grief. Grieve Jules and grieve Hervé. That’s what I mean when I say that now he seems in peace. You, somehow, helped him heal. That’s all pure speculation, of course I’m not in his head. But I know him and I don’t think I’m wrong.”

“We both helped each other, I guess. If I make this movie, it’s thanks to Charles. He believed in me and he always knows exactly what I need to hear. I’m lucky. So lucky. And now, I won’t say that I believe in myself as much as he does, but I’m on the right path. So, if I can give him back just maybe ten percent of what he offers me daily, then it makes me happy.”

“It’s way more than ten percent Lyanna. Way more.”

The discussion was interrupted by Fred's phone ringing to tell him that the show was about to start and that he was expected on the stage set up near the runway. He motioned for Lyanna to follow him and she took her place with the engineers and other staff at Maranello. Some of them recognised her as Charles' girlfriend, which to her surprise did not bother Lyanna. Then the show began with the Italian anthem, followed by Charles and Carlos and Fred on stage. A few words to explain their excitement to finally discover the car and to be able to try it out, before thanking all those present today on the site or in front of their screens.

Half an hour later, it was over. The show would resume in a few minutes, just long enough for the pilots to get into their racing suits so they could try out the SF-24. Lyanna took the opportunity to have a chat with the people present. She could feel the passion not only for their work but also, and above all, for the brand. She also learned a lot about the history of Ferrari by asking questions here and there. The Maranello employees were an inexhaustible source of knowledge.

She found Charles much later when she was in a room that a woman had shown her where there were photos, trophies, and lots of objects from Enzo Ferrari's time, as well as biographies.

“Hey, you’re here. I was searching for you.”

“I found Ali Baba’s cave. This place is a goldmine. So, how do you feel?”

“I want to be cautious because we have to wait for the pre-season testing in Bahrain… But it felt great. For the first time in a long time I really feel like we could have a winning car, Lya. A real chance at the championship. Can you imagine?”

He sounded like a child during Christmas.

“But now, we have to improve on everything else. Not fucking up the evolutions, not make bad strategic calls. I don’t wat to get my hopes up.”

“Trust your instincts Charles. Most of the time, they are not wrong.”

And indeed, the tests in Bahrain confirmed Charles' first impressions. The SF-24 was on a par with Max's Red Bull, which meant that the competition would be close. Unless Red Bull was playing a clever game. Lyanna was the first person he called as soon as he got back to the hotel. He'd only been gone a few days, but it already felt like an eternity. He missed her terribly and the idea that they would see very little of each other for the next three months made Charles feel nervous, which he didn't like.

So it was a stressed Charles that Lya found on the phone as she returned from a day of location scouting and lunch with the crew.

“The car is good, Lya. Really good.”

“So why do you sound so sad about it? Should’t you be excited?”

“Because the last time I was excited by the car it all went downhill very quickly.”

“It was another time, Charles. Where Fred was not there. And you know you have Fred in your corner.”

“Yeah... the media are a pain in the ass as well. They couldn’t stop asking me questions and it was way worse when they started to see the performances of the car. It’s just… I always thought that I could handle the pressure. But today… I just want to be alone. I just want to race and not having to deal with the bullshit.”

“Maybe you could talk about that to Silvia?”

She could hear him sigh from the other end of the line.

“She thinks the opposite. Now that we seem to be back at the front, she wants us even more in the media. I wish you could be there. You would make everything more bearable.”

“You know that if I could snap my fingers and teleport to your side, I'd do it in a heartbeat. You know I would.”

“You’ll watch the race, right?”

“I’ll be cheering you on so loud that you’ll hear me from the other side of the world.”

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[roses-r-rosie3]

Kiss Of Death

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, character death

Summary: This takes place during the apartment attack scene but with the reader (Anika’s brother) and Ethan

Quote: “You killed my fucking brother and your boyfriend! Did you even love him?!”

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The day started off normal. You were relieved that your classes were finally over. You were laying down on your bedroom until you received a text from your sister, Anika.

Anika <3

Our friends are going to watch a movie at Sam’s place

Wanna join?

You

Hell yeah!

I’ll be there in a bit

When you got the invitation you got the invitation you immediately called Ethan to come too. Ethan decided that he was going to cancel his plans to go with you. The movie was pretty boring but being with Ethan made it worth it because you two would finally get to hang out with each other after months of not seeing each other

After the movie was done the core four decided to have their dinner, and Quinn decided to go in her bedroom with her hookup, leaving you, Anika, and Ethan on the couch watching whatever romcom Anika put on the TV after the movie.

Suddenly there was banging and what sounded like groaning. All three of you looked at each other trying not to laugh, but the groaning turned into blood curdling screams.

You heard a notification coming from everyone’s phone, including yours, and picked it up to see that someone airdropped you a photo. You looked at the message to see a picture of Quinn getting attacked by someone in a ghostface costume.

As soon as the core4 rushed into the living room, the screams started to cease. Nobody dared to say a word. You and Anika decided to walk towards the door.

“Y/n what are you doing” Ethan scolded quietly as he tried to hold you back.

Before you could respond you heard Mindy tell Anika to ‘Run’ and all hell broke loose.

Quinn’s body suddenly flew onto Anika and a figure in a ghostface costume stood in-front of the doorframe. Chad and Tara darted for the front door while you still couldn’t comprehend what just happened. Your friend was being murdered right in front of you, and you didn’t do anything about it.

Ethan swiftly took your arm and dragged you to the front door before you could get hurt. But as the two of you were near inches away from the door, you turned your head and saw Anika screaming as ghostface dragging a knife up her body. You immediately went into action, you freed your arms from Ethan’s grip took and ran to save Anika.

Ghostface however, heard you running towards him and quickly removed the knife from Anika’s body and watched as you ran into it. When you collapsed to the ground, the attacker stabbed you in your sides repeatedly as your screams filled the apartment.

Sam took action first and hit ghostface with a knife block while Ethan helped you get up and walked you to Quinn’s bedroom as Mindy, Anika, and Sam followed.

As Sam locked the door, she noticed the bathroom door was still open and whispered at Mindy to lock the door. As Mindy made her way into the bathroom, she yelped as she saw Quinn’s hookup dead in the bathtub.

Out of nowhere, the masked attacker appeared in-front the door and tried to stab Mindy as she tried to shut the door. But thankfully, Sam guided Mindy back behind the door as Ethan pushed a wardrobe box in-front of the door.

Sam started to hear Danny’s calling out to her from across the apartment window and opened it. But to her surprise, he started to pull a ladder from his apartment and try to hand it over to them.

“Are you fucking kidding me” Sam said as Danny tried to set up the ladder.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Danny said sarcastically.

“No” Sam said in defeat.

“Uh- I don’t think y/n and Anika can go through that” Ethan said nervously.

“We don’t have a choice” Sam sighed.

“You three go first” Sam said urgently.

“We’ll slow you down, just go” Mindy groaned in pain.

Sam looked back one last time before she went across the ladder.

“You okay?” Ethan asked.

“Never felt better” you said sarcastically.

Before Ethan could respond, Sam yelled out for one of you to go next.

“Y/n you have to go next” Ethan said as he helped you with your wounds.

“I’m injured and I can’t leave Anika to die” You said said weakly.

“Y/n I can’t leave you to die” Ethan said as tears formed in his eyes.

“WILL ONE OF YOU PLEASE JUST GO HES ABOUT TO BREAK IN” Mindy said urgently.

“Please Ethan just go don’t worry about me” you smiled weakly.

“I hate you so much” Ethan said as he pulled you in for one last kiss before he crossed the ladder.

When Ethan finally crossed the ladder, he saw that you refused to go next and told Mindy to go instead, leaving only you and Anika to be trapped in the apartment with the killer.

“Anika please, just go, I’ll be fine okay? We’ll both make it across” you insisted.

“No y/n! Please! Stop being so naïve and just go!” Anika pleaded.

The more Anika tried to convince you to go, the more you refused. Anika knew there was nothing making him go next across the ladder.

“If I die tell mom and dad I love them” you said.

After Anika went across the ladder, you knew it was your turn. As you tried your best to cross the ladder, but your wounds started to hurt even more.

“Guys I can’t” you cried out in pain.

“Come on y/n try!” Ethan yelled.

When you were almost halfway across the ladder, you noticed that everyone everyone froze in fear.

“What” you said in fear as you slowly turned around.

But when you turned around, you were met with the ghostface stared at you blankly. You screamed in fear as you tried to cross the ladder as fast as you could. But all of a sudden you felt the ladder shake violently, making you scream even louder.

“Ethan I don’t wanna die” you cried as you held onto the ladder for dear life.

“Y/n give me your hand!” Sam yelled.

You tried to reach for her hand but you felt the ladder tilt and you lost your balance. Your screams filled the alleyway as he fell from a great height. You landed face first on the garbage can bellow and died as your blood painted the floor. Everyone all watched in fear and sadness as your body laid there lifelessly..

Time skip to act 3

Ethan took off his mask and revealed himself as the 2nd ghost face along with Quinn and his father, and Anika saw red.

“You killed my fucking brother and your boyfriend! Did you even love him?!” Anika screamed in anger.

“I did love him!” Ethan yelled back in anger.

“Killing him wasn’t apart of the plan but seeing you angry makes it all worth it” Ethan smiled.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x male reader #malexmale #mlm #angst #male reader x scream #male reader #scream x male reader #scream 6 #ladder scene scream 6 #male x male #mxm #gay #swearing #scream

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Dan forces Phil to try Soup

First up, I just saw the YouTube notification and it saying Dan and Phil and thought it's gamingmas and ran away during dinner with my family. Then started the video and was like "huh this feels like an amazingphil video" only to realize it is.

okay soup, love it!! I am a soup lover and I am with Dan on the fact it's the best when you're sick or it's cold and you need a comforting meal.

I HATE tomato soup, it's vile honestly because it genuinely feels like hot ketchup, Phil is so valid for not liking it.

"I am an alien in human skin" autistic

Dan sounds sick, like he sounds like he's at the end of a cold, which makes me wonder if that's what inspired the video on soup?

FUCK YEAH CUP A SOUP (We got different brands here, but I do like instant soup, there is something about how fake it is That makes it so good.)

they are so adorable and domestic and it makes me so happy, like the love eyes lester energy is STRONG.

Phil not looking at the camera ever, just looking at Dan which like yeah I'd do the same.

Dan's commentary literally made me not skip the sponsorship...

Can Dan like pick good soup?? He's picked really shit ones so far, like broth is not fucking soup Dan, THAT IS NOT SOUP!

Them filming on a Saturday is weirdly wholesome??

SOUP BRINGING OUT THE FUCK IN PHIL. That made me laugh so hard, the fact Soup stresses him so much that it made him say fuck.

Creme of Chicken is fucking vile, like Dan fuck right off with these soup choices.

I genuinely have to say, this feels like therapy (I can explain okay). Most of my friend group has either sensory icks or food issues due to neurodivergent reasons or eating disorders and Phil facing his food fears is SO healing. Even if he doesn't like it, he is like open to trying it and I think that is so fucking brave.

Ramen is not soup, I agree!

Okay Phil is very real for rating the cock soup 7/10 because, while I am vegan, proper seasoning is KEY to having a good soup.

"I'm not replying to that", Phil just saving his own innocence by ignoring Dan being inappropriate.

I am not a fan of coconut, so doubt I would like this but having higher quality soup really does make a difference!

NOT CREME OF MUSHROOM THAT IS FUCKING RUDE (But also Phil hating mushrooms, I am personally offended because I love mushrooms so much, just not as soup)

Overall, if Dan had picked better soups I am sure Phil would have liked more of them but also I see why he picked the famous ones (like creme of XY) because loads of people like those.

#amazingphil #dan and phil #phan #sam reacts #Dan forces Phil to try Soup

[galaxialdarktale]

My Sun, Stars, All The Galaxies, And Beyond

2017 was not a good year and the further into it I got, the worse it seemed to get. I had just moved to Florida from Indiana, a cross-country move of my own choice, with my family the day of my graduation the previous year and I was utterly alone. I rarely left my room, typically only to eat or use the bathroom, and I had yet to even consider going back to school to further my education. I had started finding solace in my solitude, the emptiness of my bedroom during the day, and in the brief two to three hours of sleep I was managing every night.

When I was awake, I was drowning - metaphorically, of course. My emotions were out of control, my mental health in shambles, but I had two things to keep me steady: fanfiction, which I had come to see as my closest companion when I discovered it when I was 12, and YouTube - specifically, YouTube Gaming. Gaming wasn't something I watched ever. I was more the "YouTube is for music or vlogs" kind of person before, but I was desperate for any kind of interaction I could get, and at the time, those communities were a safe haven. And that's how I found Markiplier and Jacksepticeye - well, actually, I found them through fanfiction, but got into their content through the wide world of lets plays, but I digress.

The past year had been a whirlwind. When my emotions got to be too much, I found happiness in their ramblings to video games. And, the two had just started their "ego" stuff. So it was of no surprise that on August 6th, 2017, the day Jack uploaded the Henrik video with Anti in it - we all know the one - I immediately went to Tumblr, here, an account I have long since abandoned. My request was simple: I wanted someone, anyone, to talk about the video with. I didn't have any friends and I was terrified to reach out to my mutuals, so I made a post asking if I could talk about this video with anyone because I was so excited. I made this post at roughly 2PM EST. Not long after, my family decided it was a beach day and I was dragged out of the house, away from the safety of my computer, until close to 6PM that night.

Tumblr mobile wasn't something I used at the time, though it is something I'm quite familiar with now, so I didn't have notifications going off for me while I was sitting on that beach and then in the restaurant for dinner. I didn't know I had a reply, an ask!, until I got home and booted up my laptop and pulled open Tumblr. When it loaded, when I saw that little "1" next to the envelope, my heart stopped. Surely, I thought, this is where the hate starts. I hesitantly clicked on it and waited on my ancient computer to load, only to be greeted with a message from a user saying that they'd love to talk to me about that video, about any of Jack's content, about anything. That their dms were open and, if I was comfortable, x was their Discord tag.

Now, here I sit, 5 years later - and god, has it really been 5 years? - , on Skype every single day with this person. Here I sit, thanking any God that will listen that I found them. Here I sit, so in love with them that they take my breath away. Because that user, the reason behind the tattoo on my wrist, the big bold numbers in their handwriting - "8617" - is who I'm spending the rest of my life with.

I would cross any ocean, climb any mountain, take down any enemy, whatever it took, to get to them. And that will never stop. A smile, a laugh, an "I love you" from them and my day has brightened immeasurably and I will not lose that, not for any price in the world. I would lay my life at their feet if they asked and do so willingly, for they already own me, body and soul.

#08062017 #galaxial darktale #original work #Galaxial Works #i intended for this to be poetic #but idk #this felt right #god knows i'll be posting more about them #writeblrcafe

[atthegeniusfactory]

i will never change

it seemed like his friends made it a goal to not let jihoon spend a single day stuck in his hotel room during their japan trip. each day, someone would barge in his room and pull him out of his bed to go out, eat somewhere, or just simply take a walk outside. 

jihoon never said no to them and they never really have to beg and force him. he just likes to tease them more when they start acting cutely. 

the day is almost ending and to his surprise, no one has knocked on his door yet. jihoon spent his time as usual when he’s locked up; laying down all day, watching anime, making music, and ordering food. he tried not to look at the door from time to time. one time he thought he heard someone knocking that he turned his head so quick his neck cracked. he mentally slapped himself.

he’s talking with their manager asking what food to have for dinner. while scrolling through the restaurant’s endless menu, he heard a soft knock on the door. his thumb paused moving, body freezing, he stopped breathing for a while and waited for another clearer knock. 

nothing came. jihoon wanted to jump out of frustration because why is he so nervous and expectant? with a much defined pout on his lips, he went back to scrolling on his phone. he is probably just hungry that he began to hear things, he tried convinced himself.

as he opens his phone, he heard it again. two soft knocks on his door. he didn't move an inch and waited for whoever is on the other side to come in. his members know he doesn't really lock his door. 

he counts mentally, deciding if he'd ask who's there. 

one. two. three. four. five. si-

his phone pinged and lit up. 

jihoon-ah are you sleeping?

he stared at the two notifications on his phone then on the door. now jihoon is so sure he wants to jump and throw himself out. he can't face him yet.

his phone pinged once more and he panicked, tossing around and pulling his blankets to hide underneath. 

manager hyung was asking if you decided what to order yet.  i can here you rolling on your bed.  im coming in. 

jihoon thinks this is the longest time he ever held his breath and stayed still. hiding under his blankets, he can hear when the door opens, the light footsteps he's quite familiar with. 

he tried his best to listen for the other's movements, sensing where he's standing, planning which way to turn to avoid making eye contact with him. he chose a very awkward position and his left arm is starting to feel numb from carrying most of his weight. but he doesn't want to move first. 

he feels it, someone coming closer. hears the fast beating on his chest. sees the softest pair of eyes he's been trying to avoid the past days.  

soonyoung giggled seeing the shock on jihoon's face, watching the contours of his face change as he realized what's happening and how close he is. before jihoon can snatch the blanket closer, soonyoung was able to lift it higher. jihoon is stronger though so he pulled fiercely and tucked himself in. 

soonyoung can only sit back on the floor, laughing softly as he shakes his head. he missed this. they both do. 

"shut up." 

"come on, dinner's on me."

and jihoon never says no to them, especially not on soonyoung. but sometimes jihoon likes to tease him more than the others and have him begging and forcing him out. and sometimes soonyoung doesn't like it and it ends up with them frustrated and avoiding each other for days. 

jihoon doesn't know where they are headed. friday nights in japan is not really silent at all but the two walks silently with soonyoung guiding him through alleyways. they have been walking for fifteen minutes now and jihoon thinks they're headed nowhere. 

before he can ask, he felt soonyoung's hand on his back steering him towards another alleyway. he saw lights coming from the only restaurant present and figured it's where they are headed. 

"how did you find this place?" he broke the silence as they were ushered inside. the restaurant smells of karage and curry and ramen and honestly jihoon is just so hungry right now. 

"mingyu did. said he went here with dk and the food's great." soonyoung pulled out a chair for jihoon and sat next to him like how they always do. jihoon thought he'd sit in front of him tonight since the two have not made up yet. 

or maybe they already did when soonyoung first knocked on his door. 

the two spent dinner enjoying their food and catching up, asking where the other went, what food they ate, what things soonyoung bought impulsively yet again. they spent the night laughing and falling in each other's arms. jihoon had to cover the taller's mouth when he laughs loudly and soonyoung slides down on his seat a little so jihoon can lean comfortably on his shoulder. 

"do you want to stay for a while?" jihoon asked when they stopped in front of his hotel room. 

"i'll wash up first and come back. you do too, okay?" jihoon nodded and he understood what soonyoung meant.

he cleans up his room a bit after washing up. fixed his bed and placed two pillows on top of the other on the left side. minutes after, soonyoung entered and laid down next to him immediately. 

like clockwork, their bodies tangled up. jihoon rests his head on soonyoung's firm chest and hugs his tiny waist a little too tightly. soonyoung found his hand gently brushing through the smaller's soft hair and the other caressing the arm wrapped around him. 

"i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry too. i missed you."

"hmm. i love you."

"i love you too."

—

no matter what happens don't worry, i'm by your side

i want you  protect you who's sleeping next to me in this night

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happy birthday, our jihoon ❤️

[twitter]

#soonhoon #alternate universe

[navybrat817]

I think Stud would dance in the kitchen with Smartie. Like one of those old love songs? Cant help falling in love with you from Elvis came at mind (maybe bcs his movie is comming soon and i love this song? Yeah, maybe)

I think this is very sweet, nonnie, and Stud would love dancing with Smartie. Maybe this is during the pining stage?

Dance Break

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: A sweet moment with your roommate makes you fall for him more. Word Count: Over 1,100 Warnings: Flirting, teasing, pining, fluff, feels, roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay? And I'm never removing that warning). A/N: Been a long couple of days, so I wanted to share something sweet! Set before Pizza and a Movie and Anatomy. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

It was your turn to cook dinner, but Bucky insisted on switching nights so you could get in an extra hour of studying. When you tried to argue that he worked all day, he shot you a look and immediately went to the kitchen to start cooking. He's always looking out for me. The delicious smell coming from the other room made you finally shut your book to take a break.

You got up and stretched, your feet softly padding across the floor as you followed the scent. Resting your hip against the kitchen door frame, you watched as Bucky carefully took the dish out of the oven and set it on the stove. It was endearing to watch him. He made sure it was to his liking before he removed the mitts from his massive hands and turned the oven off.

"I was about to check on you. All done. Just needs to cool off," Bucky smiled as he acknowledged you.

"Smells good," you smiled back, still gazing at him. As usual, the large man was shirtless and his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. And, like whenever he cooked, he pulled his hair back in a low ponytail or man bun. Opted for a ponytail tonight. "Looks good, too."

"Talking about me or the meal?" he smirked as he turned away from the stove, giving you a better view of his sculpted body.

The constant teasing from your gorgeous and sweet roommate made you dizzy. You thought he was a flirt in the beginning, but he never did that with any other girls you saw him around. And it only made your crush on him grow stronger. I have to be special to him, too, right?

Your mind wandered away from that thought as your stare lingered, focusing on one of the scars on his left shoulder. The metal arm just made him look hotter. "I thought you were the meal."

His nose crinkled as he laughed, making your stomach do a funny flip. Does he know what his laugh does to me? "Oh, I'm a whole buffet. I mean. Look at me," he teased back, making you giggle as he gestured to himself.

"And so humble," you said, looking down when you heard a familiar purr. "What do you think, Alpine? Is he good enough to eat?"

Alpine, Bucky's partner-in-crime, brushed her soft, white fur against your leg before letting out a soft meow.

"That's a 'yes'. Thanks, Al," Bucky said confidently, licking his lips as his eyes swept over you. "Though we both know you would taste sweeter, Smartie."

Your cheeks felt hot at the sudden shift in his tone and you couldn't blame the heat from the room. Alpine, as if on cue, immediately left as your roommate began to walk toward you. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Should I throw all dignity out the window and drop to my knees?

Instead of stopping in front of you, he went to the old radio sitting on the end of the counter. He insisted on using that to play music when he cooked instead of his phone. Thank God I didn't do anything. That would've been embarrassing. Smiling, he turned the dial to increase the volume when "Can't Help Falling in Love" started to play. "Dance with me."

"What? No, I'm not a good dancer," you told him, your heart racing when he held out his hand for you to take.

"Bullshit. I see you dancing around all the time when your favorite songs play," he pointed out, making you feel hot again. He noticed that? "Please? One dance while the food cools off?" he added softly, his blue eyes staring into yours.

Men like him should not have pretty eyes. "Fine, one dance. I owe you for cooking tonight."

"Oh, I'll need more payment than that," he winked.

"Two dances," you offered with a grin. "And I'll throw in a special coffee run."

"Three dances," he countered. "A coffee run. And an extra movie night."

"You're a tough negotiator, but deal," you agreed, placing your hand in his. If only for the extra movie. You always ended up cuddling with him as the night went on anyway. You weren't going to complain.

"Good girl," he smirked, your womb clenching as he pulled you to the center of the room. I swear, he praises me on purpose. "Wise men say," he began to sing along.

"Only fools rush in," you sang back to him, surprising you both.

His smile widened as he took your other hand and placed it on his shoulder, his touch warm against your skin as he began to sway. "But I can't help falling in love with you."

Your heart leapt into your throat as you glanced at him. "Shall I stay?" your voice shook a bit.

"Would it be a sin?" his tone softened, like he was singing just for you.

"If I can't help falling in love with you?"

"Like a river flows," he leaned in closer as you moved together.

"Surely to the sea," you sang above a whisper.

"Darling, so it goes."

"Some things are meant to be."

A vision of him in a suit shimmered in your mind, smiling as he twirled you in a beautiful dress. No, I can't keep thinking of him like that. I'm just his roommate. And he's my handsome, kind, loving… fuck, I'm in way too deep.

"Smartie, is my singing that bad?" he asked. You blinked rapidly because you heard the nerves beneath the joking tone. In the back of your mind, you knew he wanted to impress you. He doesn't even have to try because he amazes me every day.

"No, Stud. It isn't bad at all," you promised, swallowing the lump in your throat. "It's perfect."

His tender gaze made your heart jump again as he took a step back and spun you around. He gently grabbed your hip with his other hand, guiding you so your back pressed against his front. Can he feel me trembling? He didn't grind or push into you like most guys would try if you were at a club or party. No other guy would compare to him.

"Take my hand. Take my whole life, too," he continued, turning you back around to face him. You weren't sure when tears filled your eyes, but you hid your face in his chest before he could see them. "For I can't help falling in love with you."

Should I tell him? No, I'll tell him later. Besides, he's just singing along to a song. That's all.

He pressed his lips close to your ear as your eyes slipped shut. "For I can't help falling in love with you."

I'm falling in love with you, too, Bucky.

*****

More from Stud and Smartie to come soon! Love and thanks!

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #mechanic roommate!bucky barnes x reader #stud and smartie #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

💀💀💀

The sleepy town of Birch was awake. 

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful. 

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much. 

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps. 

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

💀

You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok. 

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

💀

Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce. 

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way. 

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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[jameui]

ALL ALONE (ANGST CENTER)

PAIRING: Nishimura Riki x M!Reader

GENRE/SUB-GENRE: Angst/Fluff

WARNING: self-hate, being the forgotten friend, being left behind

SUMMARY: You were a part of a friend group, who didn't really found the time to consider appreciating your presence, except Niki, though, who always walks up to you and treats you in a very special way that makes you feel that you were needed. Although, tonight was different. It looked like Niki had forgotten about you, after all.

You looked over the clock and saw that it was already past eleven 'o clock, the time that Niki said he'd be arriving at your house. Well, originally he was supposed to be here already at 10, but since the set time conflicted with his schedule, you both had to set a later time, so Niki doesn't have to go in a hurry, since he promised he'd spend the whole New Year's eve at your house, but it seems Niki is still running a little too late.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders at nothing in particular, just because. Anyways, you looked over the table where all the foods are already set and getting colder, as it still wasn't being touched or eaten because you're waiting for Niki to arrive.

You looked at your door and thought if Niki would still be arriving, until you heard your phone go off that was on top of the coffee table. You took it into your hands and saw that it was a notification from one of Niki's stories in Instagram. Knitting your brows in curiosity, you unlocked your phone and clicked on the notification, your brows being pulled closer towards the center of your forehead.

You were wondering why Niki was running so late and now, you got your answer from him just by watching his Instagram story. It looked to you that Niki had other plans than to be with a person like you. "Oh..." You uttered out, a sudden pang in your chest made a small push for you to cry instantly, but you shook the feeling off and smiled the pain away, exiting the app and locked your phone in attempt to forget all about it and finally get to eating, since your stomach was rumbling since hours ago already.

Your breathe hitched a little, but you kept yourself up and calm before standing from the sofa you were seated to get to the dining table, so you could eat already. "Niki is having fun and he's been with me all the time, so I'll give him the fun he needs." You told yourself to try and make yourself feel better, but the thought that Niki doesn't have fun being with you, it totally brings pain to you.

You start eating all by yourself, with dimly lit lights and a half-melted candle right at the middle of the table. Though there were a lot prepared by you on that rectangular table your parents owned and it was already too crowded, you still wanted to give a very fancy dinner for you and Niki, mainly because you never really got to thank him properly all these years.

Unfortunately, also your parents had to go to their work even during the holidays, as it was a very busy job and needed them all the time. They were very sorry for not being around for Christmas and to celebrate the New Year with you, but they always made their presence alive even when they're not around by communicating through video call and you were glad that at least, even when they couldn't make it home, they still found a way to make time for you just so they could talk to you.

Just as you were about to finish eating, your phone rang as you went to take it from your pocket and saw that your parents were calling you. A smile crept its way up to your face, you answering the call as you were immediately met with your mother and father happily waving their hands at you, you doing the same to them. "Hey, mom. Hey, dad. How was your Christmas?"

"Just as I thought. Not as fun without you, darling." Your mom replied, you laughing halfheartedly, your sadness becoming apparent to your parents who furrowed their brows in concern.

"Darling, are you alright there? You don't look very happy." Your mom asked. You tried to refuse to tell her what was wrong and that you weren't doing well, but the pain was too overwhelming that the tears unconsciously fell down from your eyes, you sobbing loudly while shaking your head in reply. "Oh my goodness, darling. Why?"

"N-nothing, really. Just missing you guys really bad. After all, this is my first Christmas and New Year's eve without the two of you." You chuckled, wiping the tears away, your mother giving you a sad expression, not until they were called for a very important meeting and had to end the call. "You gotta go, mom, dad." You laughed bitterly and the two just nodded at you, giving you a flying kiss before ending the call.

Right after that, the tears bursted out of your sockets, your sobs turning into loud wails that echoed through the whole place, you hugging yourself to curl up into a ball, since it seemed like it was the only thing you could think to calm your own self down.

While you cried your heart out, the door busted open and spits out Niki who was catching his breathe, then catching the scene of you all curled up into a tiny ball that made you look so vulnerable and fragile in his eyes, immediately feeling guilty for having forgotten about you.

He hangs his jacket on top of the sofa and moves to you with a sigh and knelt down to see your face. "M/n... I.. hah.." He sighed once more, brushing his hair back, then wiped the tears streaming down your face.

You slowly moved your head towards Niki to give him a bloodshot-eyed glare, then threw yourself at him that knocked out all the air in his lungs. "Please, don't ever leave me alone, again."

Niki was shocked, to say the least, but gradually melted into the sudden affection and wrapped his arms around you safely. "I promise."

"Happy New Year, Niki." You told him making the said male smile.

"A Happy New Year to you, too, M/n."

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[spine-buster]

the secret's out.

gif credit @/9116

A/N: We begin our regularly schedule posting of this series with more fluff and with something that is truly fiction: William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius having more than one (1) thought.

“So how’s your secret girlfriend?” William asked as he and Rasmus dressed for practice together. Rasmus was busy putting his elbow pads on while William was sitting in his gear, waiting to just put on his jersey.

Rasmus noticed William’s skates weren’t tied yet, and he wanted to tie them together so William would trip and fall. He loved William like a brother, and William was most definitely his mentor, but there was no way he was going to tell him just yet. “I don’t have a secret girlfriend, you idiot.”

***

“Is that your secret girlfriend?” William asked as he watched Rasmus type away on his phone during dinner. Rasmus was texting his brother, but as he was doing so a notification popped up that Lusine had sent him a text too, which led him to smile down at his screen.

“What secret girlfriend?” Jason Spezza barely waited two seconds before chiming in too. He looked between Rasmus and Willy, highly skeptical.

Rasmus rolled his eyes. “I don’t have a secret girlfriend!” he hissed at William.

Jason leaned back in his seat slightly, all of the sudden not so uptight. “Why are you teasing him about a secret girlfriend?” he asked Willy.

“Because he has a secret girlfriend.”

“So?” Jason eyed him. “You had—” he stopped dead in his tracks at the same moment William dropped his fork loudly into his plate of pasta below.

“He had what?” Rasmus asked.

Jason cleared his throat. “He had blue balls for Aberdeen for an entire year. He can’t make fun of anyone else’s love life.”

Rasmus laughed, grabbing William by the shoulder and shaking him. William, for his part, was making a face at Jason. “Best year of our lives being able to make fun of him like that,” he smiled.

“Yeah. It was hilarious,” Willy deadpanned.

***

***

Rasmus had never been intimidated by a building before – not any hockey arena, church, house, what have you – but he was intimidated by Robarts Library. It was just so…big. And ugly. And there was so much going on – so many students and books and workers and computers and just so many…things. That didn’t even take into account the energy of the place: if stress had an origin, it began at Robarts. The only thing was that he was lucky he blended in with most of the students, seeing as he was around their age, anyway. He saw the turnstiles, which were just one obstacle in Operation Find Lusine.

“Fuck it dude. I’m gonna fail anyway, what’s the fucking point?” a guy in a baseball cap and hoodie complained to his friend as they walked close towards Rasmus and the turnstiles.

“Hey bro,” Rasmus got their attention suddenly, not even knowing exactly what he was going to say. “I uh, I forgot my student card upstairs. You mind?”

The guy didn’t even blink twice. “Yeah bro, come on,” he motioned with his head, swiping the card and letting Rasmus through. Well that was easy enough. Rasmus followed them towards the elevators, and as they were waiting, looked up to see where the ‘history’ floor would be.

Only it wasn’t that simple. Of-fucking-course.

For some reason everything started at the 9th floor. And for some reason, things were organized into alphabetical order, not subject.

9th floor

AC–AZ | B–BX | C–CT | D | Oversize

10th floor

DA–DX | E | F–FC

11th floor

G–GV | H–HX | J–JZ | K–KZD

12th floor

L–LT | M–MT | N–NX | P–PM

13th floor

PN–PT | TR,TT | U–UH | V–VM | Z–ZA

Rasmus gulped.

“What floor you need, bro?” the kind young man who had offered his student card asked.

“Uh…9th,” Rasmus said, not quite knowing what exactly he was going to do. Should he work his way up? Down? How the fuck did people do this? He should have thought this through a hell of a lot more, but when it came to Lusine, he didn’t really think much because he was convinced he just knew.

The elevator brought him and the boys up to the 9th floor. They were going to the 12th. “Good luck bro,” one of them said as Rasmus exited, and he nodded back at them as if he was going on a secret mission and it was the last time he’d see them. Both those things were technically true. Once the elevator doors closed, Rasmus was greeted with an absolute behemoth. There were bookshelves everywhere. Desks everywhere. Stress everywhere. He looked towards the wall and saw the floor map, right next to the fire escape instructions.

He took a deep breath.

He looked at every face in every cubby he saw on the inner perimeters first before looking at every face sitting on the outer perimeters in the desks. He’d never seen so many desolate faces in his life. She wasn’t in any of them. So he went up a floor and did the same for all the cubbies and all the desks on the 10th floor. She wasn’t in any of them. So he went up a floor and did the same for all the cubbies and all the desks on the 11th floor.

And there she was. Huddled over, earphones in, a stack of books next to her, typing away furiously on her laptop. He stopped walking and just watched her for a few moments, watched her as she looked back and forth between an open book and her screen, typing out the words before turning the page. He smiled to himself. Rasmus didn’t want to cause a ruckus. He knew that if he did, he’d get nasty stares and probably get kicked out. So all he did was slip into the empty cubby next to her.

When she looked up to see who in God’s name was taking the seat right next to her while there were so many available, her jaw dropped onto the floor. Rasmus was smiling back at her. She pulled her headphones down. “Rasmus?!” she half-yelled, half-whispered, covering her mouth when she realized how relatively loud she was in the silence of the library. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d keep you company,” he whispered, taking his phone out of his pocket and plopping it on the desk.

Lusine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How’d you find me?”

“Started on the 9th floor.”

Her heart melted.

***

Rasmus didn’t complain once throughout the four hours they stayed at Robarts. He had been on his phone the whole time, scrolling Instagram or watching hockey highlights. He held down their little two-desk fort when Lusine had to go back in the stacks to find another book, and he tried to give menacing stares at people who tried to sit relatively close to them. He wanted their own space. Lusine needed her own space.

It was just passed nine when Lusine was finished her essay and ready to go. Rasmus helped her put the books she took out on the restock cart. They stepped onto the elevator in silence. When the doors closed, Lusine looked up at Rasmus. “Were you planning to do that the entire time?” she asked.

“Of course,” Rasmus said. “When you texted. I had to see you.”

Lusine swooned. She never imagined a boy saying these sorts of things to her. For such a long time, she didn’t think it would have ever been a reality for her. But Rasmus was real. Somehow. He wasn’t a figment of her imagination. She knew so because she saw him on TV. That had to make him real, right? She would never have guessed a hockey player. “You’re something else.”

Lusine felt his hand cover hers. “You hungry?”

“I’m tired,” she chuckled. “I just wanna go to bed.”

“When’s the essay due?”

“In two weeks.”

“And you’re doing it now?”

“Why wouldn’t I do it now?”

“I don’t know, don’t university students, like, wait to get stuff done until the night before and pull all-nighters?”

Lusine couldn’t help but giggle. For someone who wasn’t going to university and never did, he got the stereotype pretty dead-on. “I’m trying not to be that irresponsible,” she said. “With work and now you, I have to make sure I make time for everything.”

***

Rasmus was with Willy and Aberdeen. They invited him over for a homemade brunch because they wanted to make sure he was getting his proper nutrients. He’d reminded the both of them that in his and Willy’s relationship, he was the cook. That didn’t matter. It was actually quite nice that they invited him over, if he was being honest. Aberdeen knew how to poach eggs, and he’d rather pay zero dollars for Aberdeen’s homemade poached eggs than $20 for poached eggs at some restaurant.

The team had won 5-4 against the Detroit Red Wings last night, but it had been a tight game – tighter than Rasmus would have liked, but they got the win regardless. It was Halloween night at Scotiabank Arena too, and though the team had their own Halloween party earlier in October, it was nice to see some fans, especially kids, get festive. He couldn’t even keep track of how many Auston-style moustaches he saw on the kids pressed up against the glass during warmups.

Lusine had gone out last night to a Halloween party with Bianca and her friends. He’d checked his phone after the game only to see a series of five pictures Lusine had sent him of her in a skin-tight Catwoman costume. He almost didn’t make it home. He had half the mind to ditch his car at Scotiabank Arena and scour every club in Toronto to see if she was there, much like he did in Robarts. But instead, he kept his cool. And he kept looking at the photos until he dozed off and his phone dropped on his face.

She was texting him now, as he was sitting at the table, complaining about her hangover. He tried not to seem too preoccupied with his phone, but the attempt was meaningless. “How’s your secret girlfriend?” William asked as he sat down in his seat, cup of coffee in his hand.

“I don’t have a secret girlfriend,” he mumbled, typing out a message to Lusine about Advil and Gatorade.

“Will you stop with that?” Aberdeen chastised her boyfriend as she put Rasmus’s plate full of food in front of him. “Rasmus, do you want more coffee?”

“Is that who you’re texting now? Your secret girlfriend?” Willy pushed.

“William, will you sto—”

“—She can’t be my girlfriend yet if we haven’t even kissed,” Rasmus blurted out without thinking.

The entire apartment went silent. Rasmus’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach once he’d realized what he’d said. He shot his head up to look at Aberdeen and Willy. Aberdeen’s jaw was on the floor. William’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Within a few seconds, William had banged his fist down on the table. “I KNEW IT!!!!!” he screamed.

“Will—” Rasmus tried to say, in Swedish, but it was no use.

“VIIIIINDICAAATIOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!” William screamed at the top of his lungs. “I WAS RIIIIIGHT!”

“You have a girlfriend?” Aberdeen was exasperated, her jaw still on the floor from the shock. “How? When? Who? What?!”

Rasmus facepalmed with both his hands. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Not like this. “Guys, please…” he pleaded.

“Who is she? What’s her name?” William asked. “Give me all the details now, Sandy.”

There was no use trying to hide it any longer. He was caught. He framed himself for that matter. He’d never forgive himself for this. Trying to look for a silver lining, he guessed that if any two people found out first, he was happy that it was his best friend and his girlfriend. “Her name is Lusine,” he revealed.

“Lusine what?”

“Lusine Forrester. She goes to U of T.”

“Oh!” Aberdeen exclaimed. “You got yourself a university girl! I already like her. What’s she studying?”

“History major.”

“This seems promising. What year?”

“Second.”

“Is she from Toronto?” William asked.

“She grew up in like a small town or something outside of Toronto, but like…yeah, she’s from here,” Rasmus said. “She moved to Toronto to go to university. She’s living in an apartment in the Annex right now with a roommate.”

“What’s she look like?”

There was zero percent chance Rasmus was going to show them the pictures she’d sent of herself from last night, so he gave them her Instagram handle instead. Aberdeen typed it in on her phone and William leaned into her to check the profile. “Are you dating a model?” she asked, exasperated, hoping that Rasmus wasn’t turning into another Kasperi. “She’s stunning, Sandy. How on earth did you even meet her?”

“She’s not a model,” he corrected Aberdeen.

“She’s not?”

He shook his head. “I was in a coffee shop and overheard a disaster date she was on and I, like, went up to her pretending to know her to help get her out of it.”

Aberdeen leaned back in her chair dramatically. “Oh my God, Rasmus! Are you kidding me?!”

“Wait,” William said dramatically. “Have you invited her to a game yet?”

“No.”

“Oh, but she has to come!” Aberdeen said. “Invite her on Saturday. Hockey Night in Canada. I promise to take care of her. Me and Bee, anyway.”

Rasmus loved Bee, so the thought of Aberdeen and Bee being with her at the game calmed him down a little bit. If he and Lusine were going to be doing this, coming to a game was a logical next step. He just wondered if it would be too much for her too soon. He didn’t want to jeopardize anything. “Yeah. Okay. Maybe. We’ll see.”

William shook his head, grabbing his knife and fork to finally dig into his brunch. “I’m never letting you live this down,” he told Rasmus before stabbing his poached egg with the knife.

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jealous

Word Count: 3,130

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!

A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3

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Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?

“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?

But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.

But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.

Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?

The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.

“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 

Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”

Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 

Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”

It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.

You hadn’t.

You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.

Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.

Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”

He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.

You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.

“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.

Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.

“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...

Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”

“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.

Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?

“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”

“She left,” was all he said with a frown.

Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”

“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”

Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.

Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 

All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 

“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.

Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”

Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 

Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 

Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”

It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.

It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.

So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?

Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?

You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.

Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 

But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.

“Y/N.”

What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 

You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.

“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 

You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.

“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.

His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”

You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”

You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”

You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?

“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”

It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”

He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”

You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”

“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.

“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”

Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”

“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?

Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”

Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?

“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”

Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 

He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”

And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.

You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”

The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”

Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”

Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”

“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.

“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”

“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”

Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”

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