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peachesofteal · 5 months

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Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Your apartment floods. Inspired by and for @liliumbosniacum

"I need to take leave."

Simon's phone is pressed against his face, one hand holding the device, the other with a canvas bag in his hand, it's contents overflowing: blankets, baby clothes, your pillow.

"Everything alright?" Price sounds suspicious, but more curious than anything, and Simon sighs.

"Neighbor's flat flooded. She's got nowhere else to go so I'm letting 'em stay with me for a while." Price, thank fucking god, doesn't push it any further, disconnecting with a rumble about checking in with him next week, wishing him a happy holiday, and a parting good luck.

When he hangs up, you're standing hesitantly in his doorway, pile of clothes in your arms.

"That the last of it?" He asks, and you nod.

"Are y-you sure this is okay?" You're still upset, shaken, and he doesn't blame you. You were terrified when you woke up to bone chilling, ankle deep water, frantically shouting about a burst pipe into the phone over Emmaline's shrieks.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I've got plenty of room." He does. His flat is larger than yours, and though they're both two bedroom floor plans, his bedrooms are bigger, and he has two bathrooms, compared to your one. "I got the crib reassembled in the guest room." He motions to the door that's half opened, a few bags of Emmaline's stuff collected on the floor.

"Thank you." you murmur, and then step forward, burying your face in his chest. He holds you there, rubbing your back, working his thumb into the knot that sits at the base of your neck. “At least we saved the tree,” you laugh, wet and sad, and he hums, bowing to press his lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry love.”

“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Nothing I could control.” You’ve got a point there, and he appreciates the approach, marvels at your ability to not be angry or frustrated with your neighbor, even though it wasn’t really their fault as well. He’s irritated for both of you, anxious over visualizing what would have happened if the chunk of the ceiling that fell was misplaced and landed on you, or Emma.

You pull away, face twisted up into something that looks painful, tears on your lash line, and he frowns. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart, c’mon. It’s alright.”

“I know.” You cry, clamping your hand over the bridge of your nose and trying to turn away. “It’s just all her gifts we-were in my room and now they’re ruined, and-“

“Okay, so we’ll get more. We still have plenty of time.” He reassures, rubbing his palms up and down your arms until you come back to him, letting him fold you back into his embrace. “We’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”

“We will?” You sniffle, and he nods.

“I’m on leave, until after the holiday, so I’ll be around, we can go shopping and replace everything. It’s going to be alright. I promise.” That word slips out of him again, promise. I promise, just like he told you this morning when you were frantic and he said it was okay that you stayed with him, I promise, just like he assured last night when you apologized for Emmaline crying for most the evening. “Okay?” His chin rests on the top of your head, and he turns to kiss you, the touch as soft as he can manage. You hum, and then sigh into him.

“Okay Simon.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No.” His refusal is immediate, and you look at him in near exasperation.

“Simon I can’t kick you out of your bed! You’re too big for the couch, anyway, and I don’t mind, I’ve slept on a couch plenty. Plus I’ll be able to hear better, when Emmaline wakes-“

“Sweetheart.” You’re in the living room, bouncing Emmaline in your arms, walking back and forth in front of the fireplace. She’s wearing a red and white striped onesie, like a candy cane, and Simon chuckles when she makes grabby hands at him as he approaches. You sigh, and he tucks his hands under her, lifting her away and into his arms, pleased at how you instantly relax and stretch your back and shoulders in response. “Think you’re getting too big for mama, baby girl.” You roll your eyes, playfully knocking your elbow into his side, and he grunts. “You’re not kicking me out of my own bed.”

“No?” You turn with a hand on your hip, other one holding a half full bottle.

“No, well. I mean-“ he falters, suddenly losing his confidence. “I’m happy to let you have it, or…” He can’t get the words right, can’t communicate what it is he wants to tell you, too worried about scaring you off or being too forward, pushing you too far.

“Or?” You look so pretty, standing in his flat, your belongings, Emma’s, strewn about, just your presence alone making this place feel more like a home than it ever has before. He feels dizzy, overflowing with emotion when Emma lays her head down on his chest, and you smile at her, looking back up at him, delicate, sweet smile on your lips. He bends, tilting your face upwards to meet his, lips ghosting against one another as Emma coos from his arms.

“Or… we can share it.”

#me slowly pressing my dolls together like #peaches writes #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #light on

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papercorgiworld · 25 days

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I don't need space, I need you

Mattheo and Theodore fluff

Based on this request, please don't hate me for taking 29 days to post this rather average piece, but I had a lot of requests and not a lot of time. I hope you like it!

Finally I had time to write today! Big yey for me, people. I needed it and I'm so happy I wrote something today. 💛 Sending you lots of love and of course: happy readings!

A/N: I got some stuff going on in life so if I don't respond, I'm sorry. Just know that I love you. 💛

Mattheo

“Where’s my princess?” Mattheo sings as he enters the common room in search of you. “Not here, I would check the library.” Blaise states not looking up from his book. Mattheo nods and is about to turn around to head straight for the library, but Draco’s snickering stops him from doing so. “I bet you’re pleased to have a moment of peace.” Mattheo focuses on Draco, not completely getting where the blond's going with this. “I honestly pity you, man, must be so suffocating.” Suddenly all eyes are on Mattheo and not just his friends, the entire slytherin common room is curious to hear what the big bad boy has to say. Mattheo moves a nervous hand through his curls and chuckles. “Yeah, she’s a bit much with her hugs and cuddles, and urgh those constant questions to check on me. I’m lucky she studies so much, so I have a break from time to time.” Mattheo sits down opposite of Draco who grins and nods, fully believing that Mattheo feels saved by your absence. However, Mattheo felt miserable sitting there, knowing that he could be spending time with you.

Just like Mattheo was searching the castle for you, you had been searching for him and ended up checking the common room. With watery eyes you turn around, unnoticed by anyone, and leave the common room. He thinks I’m too much?

***

“Who is it?!” Mattheo yells as he pushes you against the wall of an empty hallway. He rarely raised his voice with you, but now his face was close to yours, his eyes dark and piercing yours. He looks more pained than angry, but you just look confused. To him it was obvious, you had fallen out of love with him and probably found someone else. There was plenty of proof:

A quick kiss on the lips and a wish of good luck before Tuesday's test was all Mattheo got, instead of the tight hug and intense kiss you would normally give him before a test.

When you got your results back on Wednesday you jumped into Luna’s arms and just gave him a happy smile, while he was standing right there next to Luna. His heart ached to hold you and press you against his chest. Worse was when you asked Enzo about his test first and ended up discussing all the answers, barely giving your boyfriend any attention.

Thursday you went to sit next to Pansy in the common room, instead of settling in your boyfriend’s lap. Mattheo was forced to watch you the whole evening without touching you once. When you left for bed, you told him not to walk you to your room and reminded him to spend some much needed time with his friends. The sweet kiss you gave him, didn’t make up for any of it.

Were you trying to get rid of him? To Mattheo the case was obvious.

Friday was the worst. Happy to finally have you next to him as you were both reading, settled close by the fire. With his eyes still on the page of his own book his arm moved behind you to pull you closer and you let your head rest on his shoulder as you continued to read, but still Mattheo frowned. Normally you would sling your legs over his and cuddle up against his chest, wrapping your blanket around the both of you and creating this warm bubble of love. He could barely focus on his book, as his eyes constantly wandered to you reading next to him but not cuddled up against him like you used to.

So by Saturday Mattheo had pretty much had it with you. You rubbed your temple as squeezed your eyes. “I have a headache, I’m gonna head to my room and rest for a bit.” You got up from your seat to leave the library and Mattheo did the same. If you weren’t feeling well then he needed to be by your side. “Oh, don’t Matt. I’ll be fine. I’ll ask Pansy to give me something against the pain and settle next to me until I fall asleep.” Mattheo stood perplexed as you just kissed him and left. Now he wasn’t even good enough to take care of you anymore.

This was the moment he snapped. With stern strides he follows you.

“Who is it?!” You frowned at the question and met Mattheo’s dark eyes. “Obviously, you’re done with me. So who’s better than me, huh?” His voice was filled with anger, but his question sounded so heartbreaking, that you felt no need to get angry with him for pushing you against the wall and snapping at you. You cup his cheeks and softly shake your head. “Matt, I love you. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your voice is calm and endearing, reminding him of how much he needed your love. You were always so gentle with him and feeling you slip away the past week hurt so much that he felt like falling apart on the spot. He's too hurt and afraid to lose you to act tough and with a whisper he confesses his worries. “You don’t check up on me anymore. You don’t wish me luck before a test like you used to. We don’t cuddle anymore.” You stare at him in silence for a moment, you had never seen Mattheo this soft and vulnerable before.

Your hands still resting on his cheeks move to his neck as you wrap your arms around him and pull him against you. Mattheo snuggles his face in your neck, embarrassed with himself and desperate for your warmth. You rest your head against his and your fingers move through his curls, making him sigh at your touch. “You told Draco I was a bit too much. So I backed off, because I didn’t want to lose you. I know I can get clingy sometimes, I’m sorry.” Mattheo moves away to look at you and his eyes look guilty. “No, no. Don’t apologise. Don’t be sorry. I love you clingy and cuddly. I need you to be around me.” Your eyebrows knit together. “But I heard you say-” Mattheo interrupts you and shakes his head. “I was being stupid. Don’t listen to the things I say. Just stay with me and love me… overwhelm me with everything you have.” You tilt your head in confusion. “No, I mean listen to me, just forget about what I said back then. I- I was trying to act tough so I pretended to- you know.” You chuckle. “You pretended not to like cuddles, because you wanted to be a tough guy?” Embarrassed with himself Mattheo nods. “I’m a softy for you and I need my daily dose of love. I don’t need space.”

You sigh at Mattheo’s pouty face. “My boyfriend’s an idiot.” Mattheo nods and leans in for a kiss. “Please, let me take you to your room and let me take care of you, because I want nothing more than to be around you.” You pull him in for another intense kiss as an answer and as you walk to your dorm, he squeezes your hand the whole time walking.

Theodore

“Where’s my lady?” Theodore frowns as he sits down opposite of Blaise, who raises his shoulders without looking up from his book. Theo shakes his head in annoyance, he needed you like he needed cigarettes. He spent the whole day longing for your love and warm embraces. Merlin, all he wanted right now was for you to entangle your fingers with his hair and ask him about his day. “For once the two of you aren’t attached to the hip.” Mattheo quips and Draco snickers. “Must be refreshing to have a moment to yourself.” Theodore stays silent for a moment and a little further, near the common room entrance you halt in your step. “She’s so mothering, it’s almost toxic. I don’t know how you do it, mate.” Draco wiggles his eyebrows at Theo as Mattheo talks. “You know, if you ever need us to come save you, we could always come up with a code word.” Draco offers and Theodore chuckles, not knowing what to say. “It’s not toxic, but I’m happy to have a moment with you guys, because she can be a bit much. She’s always so… clingy.” You chew your lip and slowly take a step back, leaving the common room as the word ‘clingy’ rings in your head.

***

You didn’t want to lose your boyfriend due to being too clingy. So you decided to keep your distance.

Instead of spending your evening studying cuddled up with your boyfriend you ask Hermione to help you out with potions who of course never passes the opportunity to study. Keeping up his tough act in front of his friends, Theodore can’t protest as you leave the common room to go study with your friend instead of with him. Theo feels himself get cold as he sits by the fireplace with his friends. If you’re not there to keep him warm the room just feels empty and even the conversations are boring. He can’t help but curse himself for letting you go study with Hermione. Having to make peace with an evening without you, Theodore longs for the next day and having you next to him during breakfast while you talk about your plans for the day.

The next morning, at breakfast Theo only gets a small kiss from you before you turn to Pansy gossiping about some third years. Theodore can’t resist but snake an arm around you and you love his touch, but you try not to be too clingy and decide to not fully lean against him. Your boyfriend is happy to have you next to him, but disappointed that you stay engaged with Pansy’s gossip instead of giving him some much needed attention. Why were you not combing his hair with your fingers until it looked the way you preferred it? Why were you not checking if he had done all his homework? What was so bloody interesting about Pansy’s conversation?!! He was getting so annoyed that he was caught by surprise when you kissed him tenderly and headed for class. His mind and body were screaming to have you back by his side and walk you to class, but he just turned to his breakfast and spent the morning sulking.

Finally, after two days, he had you close to him, settled on his bed with a book in your hand. You were all alone in his room and you both enjoyed the peace and quiet. You lay between his legs with his arms around you, while his head rested on yours, reading some of the paragraphs of your book but mostly taking in your warmth and scent. He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek and you smile and lean against his chest. “I love you.” You whisper and his eyes shine even brighter than he smiles. “Love you too.” However, your romantic moment is ruined when Blaise and Mattheo enter. “Astronomy tower?” Mattheo raises his eyebrows at Theo who is about to decline the invitation, but you speak up first. “I was just about to meet up with Luna.” You jump up and Theodore's eyes go furious at the suggestion of you leaving. “No you’re not.” Theo snaps at you, shaking everyone in the room. “Why are you so eager to get away from me?” Theo questions and Blaise and Mattheo’s eyes move from their friend to you. You take a step back at your boyfriend's accusation. “I’m not. I’m just giving you space so you can hang out with your friends.” Theo shoots Blaise and Mattheo a dark glare. “Out! Both of you!”

As soon as the duo closes the door behind them and you and Theodore are left alone in the room Theodore gets up and towers over you. “I don’t want space, I want you. So tell me what’s going on, because I can’t stand it anymore.” His voice is stern, but you feel yourself relax as you no longer have to act differently and you can finally be honest with him. “You think I’m clingy and sometimes I’m too much… and I get that and I don’t want to lose you… so I did my best to give you some space in the hopes of saving our relationship.” Theodore’s heart aches at the soft tone of your voice. How could he make you feel like you were too much when you were all he wanted. “I’m such a shit boyfriend.” Theo sighs as he sits back down on his bed, making you frown and join him. “No, I was too much.” Theo’s head snaps to you. “You are not. I didn’t want those idiots to think I was whipped or soft or- so I said you were clingy, but you're not, if anything I am… I want you around 24/7.” Your eyes widen at his confession. “Soooo, you’re saying that ‘the’ Theodore Nott is so in love with me that he prefers cuddling over hanging with his friends.” Your boyfriend chuckles. “Yeah, so please just go back to reading in my arms and make me the happiest man alive.” You lean towards him and he meets your lips. The sweet kiss quickly turns passionate as you both fall back on the bed.

For the ones who asked to be tagged, here you go lovies: @ho3forfakeguys and @bitchoftoji

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months

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[7:09 pm]

(cw: parents!au)

Every parent knew what silence meant. Silence meant some huge mess was being made, someone was hiding, being mischievous, general mayhem being had. This was especially true in your home with your daughter and 3 cats. It was never this quiet in your house with the four—five troublemakers in your house. It couldn’t be the main troublemaker because he was sitting right next to you, fully invested in a a reality tv show.

“Jaemin, listen,” You said quietly while you muted the tv.

He looked at you quizzically, “I don’t hear anything… what could she be doing now?”

“It’s not her nap time yet, I have a very bad feeling about this,” you replied nervously.

Your daughter had a sweet face, she was nice and friendly in public. She always waved at strangers with a huge smile on her face. She knew to stay by your side when she wasn’t sitting in a shopping cart. She very rarely threw tantrums, a perfect little angel. People had even told you so.

In the comfort of your home on the other hand, she was hyperactive and loud. She wreaked havoc on the daily. And the cats were either right her side or far, far away from her. There was no in between. When the cats decided she was being too much your daughter would try to climb their scratching posts to reach them or pull on their tails. The poor animals. When they decided to help her the house was loud, something got destroyed, scratched, or simply broken.

The last time the 4 of them had joined forces you needed to buy a new bookshelf for the living room with all new frames for the pictures that filled up some empty spaces on the shelves.

“Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes,” Jaemin offered. You rolled your eyes but complied. Softly hitting your fist against the palm of your hand. One paper and one rock, you lost.

“Wish me luck please, and have your credit card ready to shop. Oh my god, I think I’m gonna be sick,” you muttered, standing from the couch and walking toward your daughter’s room, but not without pouting and sending pleasing looks to your husband.

You tiptoed quietly to her open door and took a peek inside. Oh good, she was playing with her baby dolls. Wait, since when were they covered in fur?

You ran back to the living room whisper yelling, “Honey, you have to come see what your daughter is doing!”

Jaemin tilted his head back and shut his eyes, “why is she only my daughter when she’s being naughty?”

“It’s not even that bad, no new furniture. Just come see!” You tugged on his arm until he was up and quietly sneaking behind you.

You both peeked into the open door and watched as your daughter swaddled up one of the cats, Luke. And he liked it! He was purring and nuzzling into your daughters small and unusually gentle hands. “Ok baby! It’s time for a nap!” She told the cat before placing him in her toy bassinet. The poor doll who it belonged to could be seen face down under her bed.

“And for the other baby, it’s lunch! Time for your bottle,” she told Luna, picking up the cat and holding her like a newborn while holding a toy bottle to the cat’s mouth. And poor Lucy was sitting on a doll bed with a bonnet tied below her chin, but she looked unbothered.

“I think the cats… like it?” Jaemin whispered in confusion.

You looked at him, “weirdly enough, I think they do too.”

You and Jaemin continued to watch the four of them play and interact. They were all calm and playing happily, until, she turned and caught sight of you.

She bounded over to you and jumped into your arms, knocking the wind out of you.

“I’m practicing!” She smiled brightly.

“What are you practicing for, baby?” You asked her, moving some hair out of her face.

“Daddy said he’s going to get me a baby brother! So I have to practice being a good big sister!” She smiled, stating it like it was obvious.

Your fave dropped, looking at Jaemin with a raised eyebrow, “did your dad say that? That’s news to me. What else did he tell you, baby?”

Jaemin’s face dropped and your daughter began spilling all their secrets. How he always bought her candy before ballet, they sometimes snuck some ice cream together after you were asleep, Jaemin put sugar in her cereal, and how he promised her new toys if she didn’t mention anything about a new sibling. “Do I still get my toys daddy?”

“Uh! No! She would not be getting any new toys!”Jaemin yelled in his mind.

“You can ask daddy later, he’s about to be in very big trouble.”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #jaemin blurbs #jaemin drabbles

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ratioaven · 28 days

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spoilers for 2.1 !!!!!!!

aventurine rant, please keep in my mind that these are my own thoughts and interpretations. im extremely sleep deprived lol so im sorry if i got anything wrong

something thats been on my mind since yesterday are these lines.

from the start to me, it was very clear aventurine had self esteem/worth issues because of how he treats his own life, but the line that says “the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life” stuck out to me.

i always assumed aventurine was so incredibly confident in his luck but in reality he is afraid. he’s terrified that he’ll lose. it’s an act. he convinces himself, he fools himself, he forces himself to act like he’s confident he’ll win, when in reality even if he does win, he’s still clutching his chips under the table for dear life because of how terrified he is of losing.

that really messed with me to be honest. i feel tricked and what’s ironic is that he tricks his opponents into thinking he’s confident, and he also tricked ME the player but really, this made my heart break in two because i had absolutely no clue up until now.

so why does he act this way

all throughout his life, aventurine has had his pride stripped away. just try to imagine being in his shoes. i myself do not think i could deal with the situations he was put in. i cannot stress this enough, aventurine has a mark on his neck that screams to him that he has once belonged to someone. he has had his pride stripped away from him countless times. but it’s ironic because aventurine is introduced as a very prideful and flashy man. you start to realize the front aventurine puts on is his own way of protecting himself. it’s how he’s able to live basically. i wanna go into more detail but i will later.

as it was said before, aventurine is an uptight person who worries. he is extremely afraid of losing and he has a massive inferiority complex. aventurine may seem like a go lucky person on the outside, but in actuality he is not. he is not happy. he has no self worth, he believes he has nothing to live for, and he has no problem with throwing his life away. aventurine believes the only good thing he brings to the table is his luck.

but this brings me to my next point.

aventurine may not realize it, but he is so much more than his luck. he has so many good qualities and he doesn’t seem to realize it. even if some of it may be an act, he’s still able to pull it off. he’s still an intelligent business man who is both charming and cunning EVEN if it may be an act, those are still amazing qualities to have in his line of work.

but more importantly, aventurine chose to live. despite witnessing his family die, being a slave, and tortured, he chose to live. he chooses to. i cannot stress this enough. this man has gone through hell and back. he truly has had an incredibly difficult life to the point where my heart hurts so so badly for him. he made the decision to stay alive.

that says more than enough about his character.

and last but not least, aventurine wants one thing, and that is to be with his family. he’s witnessed horrible things in his life that no one should ever go through. he lost everyone close to him, he lost his people. he has nothing to live for and he values his life so little to the point where he has no problem with dying. the only real thing that he wants is just to see his family.

and he will one day, but in the meantime, i genuinely hope this man can find a reason to live, and ratio already gave him one just by that note. i just truly wish aventurine happiness while he lives the rest of his life.

i guess this is a topic that really hits me hard because i know all too well that choosing to live life isn’t easy sometimes and i just love aventurine.

let’s all appreciate how truly amazing his character is.

#i didnt proof read this #aventurine thoughts #aventurine #hsr #hsr 2.1 #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail

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excitedbones · 1 year

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im moving in just under 6 weeks and i started packing today because a day of packing is really just 30 minutes of packing with lots of long pauses in between

#i pulled all the stuff out of my closet to go through and then sat on my bed for 4 hours before i did anything about it :)#and that was just kitchen stuff... next week is books! and then shoes! and clothes!#wish me luck #life #adhd

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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Please Be All Mine - LN

Summary: Y/n and Lando have been friends for years, her and Max often fight for who has the "best friend" position. But when y/n goes out on a date with another driver. Lando finds his feelings are stung and he has his reasons for her not dating George

Oblivious-bestie!reader to lovers

Side pairing: Reader x George Russell

Warnings: Very mild smut, it's quick and kind of sloppy (unprotected, but fr wrap it before you tap it)

When Lando invited y/n to join him for the Bahrain testing, he didn't expect her to end up talking more to George than she does to Lando. Though maybe he should've since se'd mentioned her and George actually texting through the Winter break and she seemed especially interested in whether Mercedes was actually going to give their drivers a decent car.

"Hey, I was wondering where you'd got to." Lando smiles while she grins at him, practically beaming. "What are you so excited about?"

"I have a date tonight." Y/n bounces, biting her bottom lip in excitement. "George asked me out."

"I thought we had plans." Lando murmurs making her soften a little.

"Yeah, but our plans after till late. I'll go out on my date with George and then come back and we can get room service and binge watch whatever you want." Y/n smiles while Lando looks at her for a moment. "What? You're pulling a face about it. What's this face about?"

"Nothing, just didn't take you as someone who would go for George." Lando shrugs earning a small frown. "Nothing wrong with George, I just didn't think he was really your type."

"Ok, well I don't really have a specific type." Y/n laughs a little then shrugging. "Don't get jealous just because I might actually have a shot are being in a relationship and it would mean that you are the only one of you, Max and I who is single."

"As if I'd be jealous over you and George. I wish him the best of luck, you're a nightmare."

"Wow. I'll remember that." Y/n laughs jokingly before she sticks her tongue out at him which earns an eye roll with an attempt at a hidden smile but she catches sight of it. "I know you're smiling, you can never stay mad at me."

"I'm smiling because I'm trying to remember before you reappeared and it was peaceful." Lando scoffs while she smiles and nudges him.

The tension is broken but Lando can't shake the ugly feeling sitting in his chest. Why does he care so much that y/n is going on a date? Maybe it's just because she hasn't been on a date in so long. The entire idea of her going on a date with someone is just unfamiliar.

Yeah. That must be it.

Y/n actually ends up sticking with Lando for the next couple hours before heading off with a tight hug that Lando seems to not want to release her from. Keeping his arms around her as he talks to Will and Jon about something to do with the car.

"Hey, release. I have to go." Y/n laughs squirming in Lando's arms.

Lando pauses looking at her before finally letting her go.

"Bye guys. Lan, I'll see you later." Y/n smiles then rushing off.

Y/n made a post of her outfit and Lando actually felt his face flush in anger over seeing that she dressed up and look that stunning all for George.

George.

Arsehole.

"Lando...Norris!" Y/n exclaims as she walks into the hotel suite.

She appears looking fairly clean and not like she may have just had a heavy goodbye kiss or hooked up in the car ride home.

"Hey, curly." Y/n smiles as she locates him where he's set up for the movie night. "you look cosy?"

"You look...like you didn't have sex on the first date." Lando smirks earning an eye roll. "What? It's been a while, hasn't it? I figured you'd pounce."

"Are you just trying to be a dick?" Y/n groans before she sighs and turns her head to look at him. "Don't let it go to your head when I say this. But he's not my type."

"Ahahaha! I knew it! What was it?"

"He's just...too nice. Although maybe I need to improve on that? Liking dickheads is why I'm still single." Y/n laughs then moving to look at Lando with a pout. "Am I a bad person?"

"For not liking a guy because they're too nice?" Lando smirks then pausing. "So am I too nice?"

"Lando, you are the furthest thing from too nice. You're an arsehole." Y/n laughs not picking up on the hints. "No, you're nice. I mean you're nicer to me than you are to Max."

"I'm not that nice to you."

"Oh so you're holding out on me, you could be nicer. You just don't want to be." Y/n jokes before she looks at him for a moment then shifting over to hug him. "I'm just kidding. You know I love you."

"You love me, because I'm not too nice. See, George should take a page from my book." Lando smirks while she hums. "You look really beautiful."

Y/n face flushes, body hot in a matter of seconds. George had complimented her outfit and appearance, several times actually but there's something about Lando saying it.

"Yeah?" Y/n murmurs making him look at her.

"Yeah, of course. Anyway, I'm glad you're not going to be sticking with George. McLaren is better than Mercedes anyway."

Y/n laughs since they both know that people are expecting a Mercedes comeback to knock Red Bull off it's dominance.

"Do you have anything I can borrow to wear?" Y/n hums sitting up, beginning to through her styled hair up in a bun. "As much effort as I put into this outfit looking good. Your clothes are so much more comfortable."

Lando nods standing up and moving to grab clothes that he only just realised her never wears anymore, but he essentially brought knowing at some point y/n would want to borrow clothes.

"You're the bestest." Y/n grins then jumping up and moving towards him, turning around. "Can you get the zipper? I don't feel like dislocating my shoulder, it was hard enough getting it on."

Now y/n has been completely naked around Lando millions of times before. He'd also admit that he's maybe never stopped himself from admiring her body. Y/n is gorgeous as a person, he's always believed that. But not there's something about it that is different to the last time.

"I do think it's time for me to start actually thinking about getting into a relationship. I'm bored of being single." Y/n states as she picks up the top.

"But not bored enough that you'll settle for George." Lando smirks earning a middle finger before she tosses the shorts away. Not uncommon for her to choose being half naked. "His loss."

Y/n grins at Lando then moving to hug him.

"Mmm...when the day comes you choose not to be single. That woman is going to be very lucky." Y/n sighs then going to move back only to find herself stuck in Lando's arms still tightly around her. "Want to get the movie night started?"

"Yeah, lets go." Lando nods before carrying her to the sofa, keeping y/n on top of himself. "Comfy?"

"Always." Y/n smiles before she reaches up over him for the room phone and menu. "What are we ordering?"

Now this is not the first time that y/n has been essentially been straddling Lando, and it's not really the first time he's had to restrain himself. But he just assumed that sexual attraction was the explanation in the past but it's taking all but holding his breath in hopes she doesn't feel where his blood is rushing to.

It'd deffo not be the first time she's got him hard. Only this time she's directly on top of him.

"Oh my gosh. Lando." Y/n gasps making his body turn rigid. "I'm getting the meat feast pizza, on the condition you don't fat shame me like you did last time."

"I did not fat shame you! You tried to bite me when I stole a crust and I said yikes." Lando laughs making her hum still looking at the menu. "Meat feast pizza sounds nice. You enjoy."

"And you can get the I don't know...what do you want?" Y/n questions turning the menu around to him along with holding the phone to him. "Can you order?"

"Yeah, I got it." Lando hums knowing that y/n hates having to call anyone even if it was life and death she'd probably try and find someone else to call emergency services before allowing herself to be the saviour.

So after Lando has order himself a chicken katsu and y/n her pizza, she finally notices the bulge under her.

Remain calm. He's a man and you're hardly innocent of being turned on right now.

She does thank god at the fact that her own problem is disguised by the layers between them.

"They said it should be about an hour."

"So we got an hour to kill." Y/n mumbles then shifting a little and as she such in a breath from the shift of pressure, it's fairly obvious that she's just given away her awareness of Lando's dick and just how hard it is.

Both of them pause, unsure of what the hell they're supposed to do from here. More importantly which one is going to break the silence.

Now usually y/n would ramble something awkwardly if she's ever in a position that she wants to get out of.

"Fuck it." Lando breathes, a hand going up to cup her face while the other goes to her waist, pulling her towards himself and directly into a kiss that she wouldn't dare to fight about.

The kiss is rushed and a little sloppy but y/n feels addicted already while Lando feels like he just felt something click into the right place. As if he's about to do something that can't be undone and he doesn't want it to be undone.

There's an urge in him, to make this count as something. To make y/n realise that if she were to ever pursue someone else then all she could do is compare them to him.

"Don't stop." Y/n whimpers when he breaks the kiss purely to sit up and moves so she's underneath him.

"I've waited too long to get this chance. I'm not wasting it, baby." Lando states with such a level of lust in his voice that y/n's thighs tighten attempting to ease some pressure but Lando is well and truly blocking her from that. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

Y/n has never been this desperate for dick in her life.

"No. No. I need you inside me right now, Lan." Y/n rambles practically panting when she notices he's planning on going down on her. "I'm on the pill. Please, just..."

Lando actually thinks y/n might be delirious with craving. But Lando fully intends to give her what she wants and if skipping foreplay is part of that, it's a sacrifice he'll take on this one occasion. But next time, and he's certain there will be a next time, he won't be skimping out on anything.

Plus he's certain he can navigate making getting straight into her just as memorably pleasurable.

He can't act fast enough to push her underwear aside, the damp material reassuring him that her eagerness for him to get inside of her isn't actually going to be hard at all.

"Ok, baby. Calm down." Lando chuckles while y/n suddenly smiles at him. "You still want to-"

"Yes. For the love of god, yes." Y/n cuts in and when she feels the tip of him push into her, she can't stop herself locking him into a kiss as he continues to fill her till her head drops back. "Fuck. Don't you dare stay still. I do not need you trying me like glass."

"As if I would ever." Lando smirks capturing her into another kiss as he begins thrusting in and out of her, slowly trying for different angles before he hits a spot that makes her body tense around him.

Perfect.

Now just to poke that spot till her body is a puddle under him. Of course with the addition of managing to reach a hand down, pushing back the skin and locating her clit. The moan of his name that drops from her lips is almost dizzying. He never knew his name could genuinely sound that good.

After that it's no surprise that they both climax only minutes later. Lando only just manages to pull out moving away from just completely collapsing on the bed.

There's a few moments before they finally look at each other and the sexual tension has simmered away allowing them both to laugh a little. Almost in disbelief that after years of friendship and maybe years of denying that it was always more than friendship.

"I think if someone told me I was getting fucked by an f1 driver by the end of the day, you wouldn't have made the list of who I guessed." Y/n states still a little breathless.

"If it had've been anyone else, I don't think I would've actually forgiven you." Lando murmurs before snapping the waistband of his short back into place since he's not actually taken them off. Removal of clothes was too time consuming in the moment. He moves leaning back over her and capturing her in a kiss to make his intentions clear of this not being something that was just two friends having sex to him. "Stay here, I'll be back."

Y/n frowns leaning up onto her elbows as Lando jogs off leaving her on the sofa. Where the hell is he going?

"Ok, we got time before the room service is here. So come on, we'll quickly shower to clean up." Lando smiles returning with the sound of the shower water pattering on the floor.

Y/n pouts her lip as Land just picks her up frmn the sofa.

"What's the look for?" Lando laughs as he places her on the counter to finally get these clothes off of her. "You're not about to say I'm being too nice are you?"

"No." Y/n laughs then shifting to make his task of pulling off her clothes easier. "You're being perfect actually."

"That's a shame, I was looking forward to being mean." Lando smirks then pausing. "You realise I'm not planning on letting you leave tonight as a one night thing."

"You realise I was hoping you'd say that?" Y/n whispers then grinning "But we do need to hurry, we have room service on the way."

"Yeah, we're hurrying." Lando nods moving to get his own clothes off.

After what is definitely a rushed but gently thorough shower, y/n is given more clothes to borrow before they settle on the sofa again that thankfully doesn't have any residue bodily fluids.

Then the room service appears and y/n realises that maybe her and Lando have been acting more like a couple than she had realised. There had obviously bene comments from others and even Max had called them out once or twice for being very physically affectionate with each other.

"Can I have one bite?" Lando asks seeing her pizza.

"One bite." Y/n reaffirms holding out the slice of pizza for him then grinning when he takes a bite. "I'm beginning to think we may have been dating this entire friendship."

"Well it's going to be much better than it's been before now. Expect only the best, but I won't be too nice."

"That's going to be held against me for a long time."

"Yeah, and you might want to avoid George for a bit. He might be fine not going on another date but finding out I got you off directly after the date is a bit of an insult even by my standard."

"You might have a good point there." Y/n hums then taking a bite of her pizza. "Am I a bad person?"

"No. I don't like bad people." Lando states honestly while y/n smiles lightly. "You know I'm not lying. It's the truth."

"I know, and even if you did tend to lie. You are too brutal of a friend to lie to the people close to you anyway." Y/n smiles before she slumps back. "Might hide out in here tomorrow and just dodge him for at least a day."

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Slashers React to You Being Harassed

Warnings: Being verbally harassed by a gross man, some cuss words

A/N: A lot of you seemed to really like the last "Slashers React" fic I did, so I figured I'd write up another one. This came out a little cheesy, but oh well? Hope you enjoy!

Context: You were feeling a little cooped up recently due to being stuck inside from the flu. Now that you were feeling better, you wanted to go out and take some time away from home. But of course, you could never have more than a few minutes of peace. Some older man decides that you are the perfect one to pick on. He attempts to flirt with you, and even after saying "no" a handful of times, he still doesn't get the hint.

Michael Myers

You were honestly a little scared

Not for yourself, but for what was going to happen to the man

Even after weeks of insistence, Michael refused to let you go anywhere on your own

Even if he wasn't right next to you, he was lurking somewhere nearby

He was a blatant and proud stalker

So you knew that it wouldn't take long before-

Welp

The man is now dead with a slit throat

That was quick

"You could have stepped in sooner, you know?"

He just grips onto your hand and drags you back home

"But I've only been outside for five minutes!" you protest

He forces you to stay inside for another couple of weeks

Jason Voorhees

This disgusting man was now attempting to reach out and touch you

You took a step back and tried to put some space between you two

But in the blink of an eye, a large machete burst through his chest at you, your clothes getting splattered with blood

You scream

The now dead man drops to the ground as your eyes meet his killer

"Jesus, Jason! A bit of a warning next time, please."

He just tilts his head at you

You start grumbling about how your clothes were basically ruined now

Jason just picks you up and swings you over his shoulder

"This was my favorite shirt," you continue groaning

He gifts you with a small pocket knife the next day to take with you when you go out

Brahms Heelshire

You promised Brahms you wouldn't step too far off the Heelshire property line

So the fact that anyone was even over here seemed odd to you

And now here you were, wishing Brahms wasn't so weird about leaving the house

Because unfortunately, this man didn't seem like he was going to go away without a fight

So you did the only thing you could think of in that moment

You screamed

It lasted a few seconds

But the man didn't seem fazed

"There's no one else out here, Sweetheart," he said

"Hmm?" a voice spoke behind him

The man spun around and was immediately thrown to the ground

Brahms bashed his head in repeatedly with a rock

"Thank you-" you started

Brahms just grabbed you by the arm and drug you back inside the house

He didn't let you go outside for a while after that

Billy Loomis

You were about ready to punch this man yourself

But you didn't want to risk anything since you were alone

This man was good sized and you knew that trying to fight him probably wouldn't end well for you

But lo and behold, you wouldn't even have to lift a finger

A knife was quickly plunged into the man's throat causing him to bleed out in seconds

After a moment, you finally looked up and saw Billy in front of you

"Thank, God," you sighed, hugging the boy

It took you a second before you pulled away, looking at him in confusion

"Wait, how did you know I was out here?"

Billy avoided your gaze

"Were you stalking me?"

"I like to call it, observing"

You let out a groan

Stu Macher

You're crazy if you think Stu was going to let you outside by yourself

This boy is glued at your hip 24/7

The only reason why this other man was even flirting with you right now is because Stu went off to "take a whizz" as he likes to say

Thankfully, this doesn't normally take him long

So as this man continued to push his luck, Stu walked up next to you, his eyes a little dark

"Is there a problem here, babe?" he asked a little too nicely

How you answer this is definitely going to affect what Stu does next

But this man was pissing you off so...

"Yeah, he won't leave me alone"

And that's all it took for the man to end up dead on his side, a knife in his chest

Afterwards, Stu and you continued your little venture outside

He just held you a lot closer to him the whole time

Eric Draven

You were honestly getting freaked out by this man

In a city like this, anyone could be hurt

But your moment of panic soon died down to the sight of a black crow perching on the nearby building

"Thank you," you murmured

"What was that?" the man spat back

You couldn't help but smile a bit

"You're about to get your ass kicked"

He just laughed at you

Your smile grew when you saw a figure approach the man from behind

He noticed this and turned around, only to be met with the city's best vigilante

"Hi"

The man was suddenly struck with a metal pipe

And he continued to be struck another 17 times

Eric walked up to you after he was done, his painted face dripping with red

"You didn't have to kill him," you said

Eric just shrugged

"Oops?"

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