#i just fuck around n try to make it work out in the end

[kattheogcat]

Don't look for me! Please do...

Pairing — Lando Norris x afab!Reader

Summary — Sometimes feelings build up and sometimes they reveal themselfes with an explosion...

Genre — angst, established relationship

Wordcount — 2.8k

Warnings — fighting, yelling, colorful language right from the start, misscommunication

Rating — pg-13

A/N — I will repeat myself until my thumbs go numb but, don't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

“You know what? Fuck you! If you can´t even take the time for 5 seconds to greet me, then don´t count on me caring to see you tomorrow either!” you hissed at the wide-eyed man leaning against the headboard of your shared hotel room bed.

“Don´t search for me at the paddock.”

And with that you were out.

Grabbing your purse, phone and keycard you turned and walked out of the room, door slamming shut behind you.

Angry tears were brimming in your eyes, making it hard to see where you were going and causing the pulsing behind your forehead to grow stronger by the second. The headache you were sporting wasn´t new. It wasn´t cause by your anger or by the yelling, not it had been persistent ever since you walked out of work just the day before. The situation not making it better in the slightest.

Said headache also being one of the reasons why you had walked out on him in the first place.

You were understanding for everything concerning Lando´s career. The constant travels, the media circus and it´s focus on you and everything you did, said or posted, watching fangirls swoon over him online and trackside or the regular allnighter you pulled just to see his face on a 30 minute videocall before you fell asleep or had to go to work.

All of it you understood. Did it make you jealous from time to time to watch him smile for the camera while you had to sit at home? You´d be lying if you said not but you loved him, and you loved watching him doing what he loved. But sometimes you wished you were more present in his life.

Sometimes, in moments like now where you felt awful to begin with you wished he had the time and foresight to see what you needed. Well he did have the time, was known to take it for Cisca and Adam every time his parents came to watch him race however you apparently were a different case.

It ate at you, at your self-esteem and value to the one you´d lay your life down for and frankly in this moment, you weren´t sure if you should have said yes to the ring around your finger just a few weeks back. Was this how you wanted the rest of your life to go?

Overlooked and underappreciated? Because that's what it felt like to you; being ignored and taken for granted at times.

With a soft sniffle you tried and failed to keep in, you stepped into the elevator at the end of the hallway, pressed the button with the big 4, the irony did not escape you, and leaned against the wall as the door closed with a ding and hummed to life while going down.

The door opened and you rushed out just to frantically knock at the one room you knew would let you in in a heart beat.

Cisca was already in her sleepwear when she opened a little stunned but immediatly opening her arms for you to fall into.

The floodgates opened and every tear you head managed to hold at bay started rolling down your face uncontrollably.

“Oh, darling whats wrong?” she whispered into your ear and you choked on your own words trying to get something coherent out of your mouth.

Lando´s mother had been your rock since day one when you still weren´t sure how to act with the publics eye on you and ever since then she was the one you turned to when you needed some motherly attention.

She pulled you inside, sat you down on the couch and simply held you until you had calmed down enough for your breathing to slow and your shoulders to relax under the soft touch of her hand on the back of your head.

“That´s good, just breath my sweet girl. Whatever it is, we can fix it.”

Though her words were reassuring, she wasn´t sure what to make of the situation herself.

Earlier when she had seen you at the paddock you seemed to be doing alright. A little more subdued then she was used to from you but you were standing and smiling at crew and fans with a softness Cisca had never seen in any of the girlfriends her son had brought home and introduced to the wild world that was F1. It was like you were made to fit right in.

Honest, kind and bright without taking shit from anyone. Thats how she knew you and thats how she wanted you to stay. Whatever was making you this shaky and slightly sick version of yourself, she wanted it to be gone.

Your breath fanned gently over the skin of her neck where you were hiding, enough to feel you fall asleep on her. Cisca laid your head down in her lap, the bathroom door opening as her husband stepped out. Equally as ready for bed as Cisca was and equally as confused when he saw your passed out form laying on their hotelroom couch.

The tear track still very visible and slowly starting to dry.

“Can you give me my phone?” Cisca hummed and pointed to her phone on the nightstand.

Adam nodded and grabbed the device.

“You think Lando knows something?”

“You mean why she came to us instead of him? I have a hunch that he does.”

And she was proven right.

Lando had texted him just 10 minutes ago when she was still busy trying to shush your weeping. The pained frown never leaving your face as you breathed on her lap.

Please tell me she´s with you mum? - Lando

She´s here, don´t worry – Cisca

But can you please enlighten me why your fiance came crying to our room? - Cisca

I was being stupid – Lando

That i can see baby – Cisca

Thanks mum – Lando

I´m sorry baby but when your usually always smiling love practically fled to cry, one tends to wonder – Cisca

I may have let stress get to me. She hasn´t been feeling well and i didn´t notice... - Lando

Oh lando – Cisca

I know! - Lando

She said she won´t be coming tomorrow and i can´t even fault her for it. This time i was the muppet – Lando

I’m sure its nothing you can´t fix – Cisca

Can I come get her? – Lando

Let her sleep. I’ll see what I can do for you tomorrow morning – Cisca

Thanks mum – Lando

Go sleep. – Cisca

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Left behind and now pacing tracks into the floorboards, Lando stared down at his phone. He was relieved that you weere safe and not aimlessly wandering around the hotel grounds at night but the feeling was only minor compared to the guilt he was carrying with him at the moment.

The things you had thrown at him in your anger weren’t baseless, he knew that and he also knew that you could have been much firmer in your way of arguing if you had wanted too. That fact that you hadn’t was just another testimony to the fact that you weren’t feeling well enough to maintain your point and that you were crumbling on the inside.

Ever since he had known you when you were barely 15 years old while he was a teenager himself, he had always known you to be a firm believer in fighting for your beliefs in a rational, calm, yet fierce way. Sure you could scream and yell to the point someone who didn’t know you as well as he did would back up in fear but that was rare. And the fact that you so easily broke told him more about himself then about you.

“I smile, I understand and I see you living for racing and I love that. Watching you race even if you finish P10 or lower, I still love it because that’s part of what makes you you! But today I needed you to see me too! I travel whenever I can, barely catch a breath between work, flights, races and going back to work and miss sleep to see your face at ungodly hours but I want to do it! For you, because I fucking love you, you absolute idiot. And then you can’t even give me 30 seconds to hug me? That’s all I needed. 30 seconds when I was right there. Right next to your parents…” Your words were still ringing in his ears.

You were right, of course you were. He took the time for his mum and dad so why not for you. When it was so evident that you weren’t at 100%. That for once you needed him to look at you and see you. Really see you. Because now that he thought of it, the signs were all there.

All the subtle clues he should be able to puck up just by glancing at you were there, were almost screaming at him. And he chose to not see it, not in that moment.

Lando had told his mum that he understood why you didn’t want to come see him tomorrow. That wasn’t a lie. But it still hurt.

Hurt to think he was the reason you didn’t want to see him and yet he had no right to demand you being there after failing to uphold his part of what he had promised you when he asked you to be his wife even if you had not even set a date yet.

How could he have fucked up so bad…

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The next morning you woke up feeling better and worse.

Your head wasn’t pounding anymore but your eyes were puffy, red and burning from crying yourself to sleep the night before.

Mortification settled in your bones when you remembered crashing your future parents in laws night just like that and you sat up so quickly you felt a bit dizzy.

The room was empty. Cisca and Adam having left for breakfast as the sticky note left on your phone told you along with a set of fresh clothes Lando must have brought down for you before he left.

Oh fuck.

Had you really told him not to search for you? That you weren’t going to come? And he just took it? Believed you like a kicked golden retriever?

What an idiot. You and him.

You for ever believing you could stay away from any track Lando was driving on and him for believing you in your frustration and anger.

A perfect match you were.

I’m sorry, love. You were right, I haven’t seen it. Haven’t tried to see it which was my fault. You sacrifice so much for me and I took it for granted. I understand why you don’t want to be here today. To be honest, I’d rather not be here either. Not without you... – Lando

Flopping face first back into the couch pillow you barely could hold back the scream of frustration building in your throat.

“I am stupid.” You muttered into the silence of the room before moving of the couch.

You hurriedly got dressed, went back to your room to get ready, maybe take some Ibuprofen and get your ass to the Circuit.

The fan posts about Lando arriving alone on Instagram and tiktok weren’t lost on you. They were theorizing like crazy, throwing the words breakup and fighting around like confetti and made your stomach roll.

Yes you were fighting but what couple doesn’t at times?

The thought of breakup now seemed utterly ridiculous and when the car stopped, you almost flew out of the door.

Armed with your paddock pass you waved politely back at some fans who smiled at you, took a selfie here and there with some particularly dedicated ones and marched straight into McLarens hospitality unit.

Oscar, surprised at seeing your face, stopped in his track. Lando must have told him.

“Y/n? You came!”

“Of course! Where-“

“Drivers lounge.”

The Australian nodded back to where he just came from and you give him a thankful sidehug.

“Get him back on track woman.”

“Will do!”

With your heart pounding in your ears you came to a halt in front of the drivers lounge. While you had made valid points yesterday, you knew that your words were fueled by hurt and pain and that in itself had fired you up more then when you would have felt alright.

You were sensitive, reacted harshly instead of talking like a civilized person and had thrown things at him he had no idea were even an issue. That was on you.

That was something that you could have spoken about before it came to a fight that could have been prevented if handled accordingly.

Gently you knocked, signaling that someone was about to come in. Lando didn’t answer. He was sprawled out on the papaya colored couch, back leaning against the rest, man spreading like there was no tomorrow and his head laid back with his eyes shut. Even like that you could see the frown etched into his features. A muffled grumbled left him at the sound of the door opening and closing again with being spoken too.

Lando knew it couldn’t have been Oscar and besides drivers and their family nobody was supposed to enter the drivers lounge uninvited. The fact that someone had entered left him suspicious enough to look up enough to be able to squint against the blinding overhead lights of the lounge.

At first nothing happened, his brain not able to catch up with the fact that it was you leaning against the door, hands clasped together in front of your midsection and fingers nervously fiddling with the fabric of your shirt. Y

“Hi…” you whispered, hesitating to speak louder in fear of disturbing the peace that was settled over the room save for the humming AC.

When it fibally clicked that he was in fact not imaginibg thibgs or seeibg ghosts and that you were actually standing in the same room with him after telling him you wouldn’t be there today, he almost fell over as he jumped to his feet.

He was still dressed in his orange polo shirt and simple black jeans, curl hair sitting messily and slightly longer just the way you liked it on his head.

“Wait huh? Love what– but you said and–“ The McLaren driver took a deep breath at seeing the little smile tugging on your lips as he fumbled with what to say before eventually rushing forward.

You found yourself in his tight embrace just seconds later, his warm breath fanning over your ear and making your dangling earring brush against the skin there.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He pulled away just enough so his hands could frame your face, gently forcing you to look at him directly. Not that you were trying to escape it.

“I am so sorry, my love. For not seeing that you weren’t okay, or not taking the time to-“

“No, I’m sorry. You couldn’t have known because I didn’t say.”

“But I should have seen it. Mum saw it for fucks sake!”

“Your mom stood next to me for nearly 2 hours, Lando. You haven’t seen me all week. How would you have known?” Tilted head and another apology on your lips your fingers brushed through the curls on the base of his neck. Hands thrown around his shoulders.

“Still. I would have understood if you–“

“Stayed at the hotel? Do you really think I’d do that? That I could bring it overmyself?”

“You have good reason not to.”

“And an ever better one to do so.”

Lando leaned his forehead against your own and your eyes fluttered shut at the calming proximity. His scent tickling your nose pleasantly.

He couldn’t help but lean in and press a series of kisses to your face. Your cheek, nose, forehead and last your lips. A touch so soft and hesitant like he was scared he’d scare you away again that It left your heart aching.

“I think–“ you began and paused to think. “– that we both have handled things wrong. That we definitely need to work on time and stress management—”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

“—and that I should be clearer with what I’m feeling when you aren’t there to hold me. Because this could have been avoided if I had just told you about my headache and being exhausted.”

Your eyes flew over his face, taking in every detail like you could possibly ever forget it.

Lando nodded.

“I’m still sorry, my love.”

“Yeah, me too baby.”

You let your arms fall down to his side just to wrap them around his back.

“And now please just hold me. My week was horrible and I missed you…”

Never in his life had he complied that quick to a request.

[sydwritess]

Hiii!!! I'm new to the blog and have read over the rules. However, if there's any part of my request that you don't like or are uncomfortable with, please let me know! And I'm sorry that this is going to be sooo long. Okay, so the reader doesn't necessarily come from a rich or even middle-class background. They're more from an upper-lower-class family in the U.S. The reader usually visits their family often. George has never been able to make it because the reader visits during the season, and George is too busy with race day. Skip to summer break. The reader is going to visit their family once again because one of their parents (you can choose mother or father) had to have surgery, and the reader wanted to check on the parent who didn't have surgery (i hope that makes sense) because they are panicking a bit and have a hard time taking care of the house when they're away. George wanted to come this time with the reader, but the reader is scared to because: 1. Their parents never met George 2. The reader is afraid that George would judge them for the social class in which they grew up. 3. Their parents will think George is too posh to help around. It takes some convincing, but George was able to talk the reader into letting him go. Once they get there... umm if you're okay with determining what goes down (like they visit the hospital to introduce George, things like that). Again, sorry for the long request! Take as much time as you need to write it!

I'm Not Like You... At All

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: You never grew up rich... at all. When you discover your mom has to have surgery, you try to keep calm. And telling George you had to leave last minute was not easy. But somehow he leaves with you... making the experience somewhat lighter.

Second Person POV

Warning: surgery, family separation, anxiety, this is going to be a long fic!

Notes: I fucking love this! I can somewhat relate lmao so this is going to be good! requests are open!

You and George were in your shared apartment in Monaco. He was on the couch watching TV, a cup of tea in one hand, eyes focused as he rewatched the Hungarian race.

You were in the kitchen, looking over the calendar for the month. George had just gone on his summer break, but you still had work. Not that you were complaining.

August 6th: work.

August 7th: packing.

August 8th: leave.

You always visit your family, you try to every month now that they were getting older. George could never go with you, either due to your schedules colliding, but mostly, you were scared to invite him.

You came from a... poor past. Living pay check to pay check, broken down homes, electricity going out because you were a dollar short on the bill.

You grew up to that. You were used to it. When you went to Monaco for a Bachelorette party for your friend, you never would have guessed you would end up there a couple of years later, living with George at that.

You never took him to visit your family because you were not embarrassed, but you were scared. Scared he would think differently of you for your living style. For living 'poorly.'

You were scared of what your parents might think. That the way he even looks might be to 'rich' in your parents' words.

But you lived it. You liked the two worlds you were in. You didn't mind it.

"You okay over there?" George called from the living room.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just looking at the schedule for the month." You smile, not that he could see it.

"What do you have planned?"

"I leave next week."

"Oh wow... time flies." He gives a slight laugh.

"Yeah, I'm sorry you can't come." You say, slowly walking to the opening of the kitchen, just enough so he could see you.

"It's alright. I know it kind of conflicts to... with our schedules and all."

"Yeah..." You trail off, looking at him until you get pulled back, hearing your phone ring. You go over to the counter, siding the answer button and putting it up to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Y/n." You dad calls. He starts rambling on a bunch of stuff you can't understand.

"Wait- what? Dad, you need to slow down." You say, putting your hand up in a calming way. You quickly walk out of the kitchen and back into your bedroom, putting your phone on speaker.

"Your mother's going in for surgery."

Your heart stopped. "What. I- is she okay?"

"She's okay. Heart Bypass surgery. I jus- I don't what's going to happen." He chokes.

"Why, what's happening beside the surgery?" You ask calmly.

"Y/n... the bill's going to be over one hundred grand."

Your ears rang at the price. 100,000. Over at that.

"That's more than the house."

"I know. Trust me. I know."

"I- I come out next week. When is the surgery." You ask nervously.

"Tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

"Dad." Tears start forming in your eyes. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to bother you with this. You're doing so good out there. I didn't want you to come out because of us."

"You know I wouldn't care. I- I'm mean I can come out at any time. Like- do I need to bring anything or what's- what's going on?" You stutter.

"I don't know. I don't even know what's going to happen she's- she's going to be out of work for almost a year."

"What about you? What's going on with you?"

"Sweetheart..." He pauses, taking a breath in. "I got laid off a couple of months ago."

"No... why? Why did they lay you off."

"Didn't need me." He said defeated.

"Where's mom now?"

"She's up in the hospital. They wanted to get her prepared for tomorrow."

"Where are you?"

"At home. They cut the visiting hours."

"Oh my God." You whisper, the tears falling. "I- can I call you back? I promise I will call you back."

"Of course, I think we could talk again tomorrow. Before I go up."

"Okay... I love you."

"I love you, sweetheart." You hear him hang the phone up. You drop your phone on the nightstand, standing up and grabbing your suitcase out of the closet.

You grab a bunch of outfits from your closet, quickly fold them, and put them in your bag. You pack a couple of more things, and your crying stops eventually, and that's when you walk out into the main area, rushing.

"Hey, everything okay?" George asks, noticing you rushing around.

"I- I have to leave tomorrow." Your voice shakes.

"Tomorrow? Why, what happened?" He asks, slowly walking into the kitchen. You open your laptop, going onto the Monaco airport website to see if you can bump your flight up.

"My uhm... my mom's having surgery tomorrow. So I have to leave."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know." You say quietly, your eyes still on the computer screen.

There was a long pause between the two of you. "What if I go with you?"

Your head snaps over in his direction. "What?"

"I could... go."

"No- no it's fine. I think I got it."

"Oh, come on. It's summer break. I always miss your trips. I just figured... maybe it would be nice."

You look at him blankly.

"Well- not nice in this situation, but I meant nice for a change."

"No, I seriously don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" He asks gently.

"I- I just don't." You try to clear your throat to sound more clear, but nothing works.

He steps closer to you. "Can you at least tell me why?" He looks at you pleadingly.

You sigh, fully turning to him. "I'm... not like you." He gives you a look of confusion. "If you took one look at my house or... my parents, you would probably want to leave."

"Why would I leave."

"My parents live in a broken-down neighborhood. A broken down house with the electric going in and out at times. And..." You trail off.

He intertwines his hand with yours. "That's why I haven't been able to go, besides our schedules."

"Look I'm sorry. I- I'm not embarrassed of you if that's what your thinking. I just I'm scared. Especially today."

"No, I knew you weren't embarrassed of me. And I would never judge your life. I'm not one to do that."

"I know, I know. It's what they would think to. I just don't know how to describe it. Like- they never met you before, and it would just be a whole thing." You say frustrated.

He holds your gaze. "What if I go there to help. You don't even have to introduce me to them. I- I could stay in a hotel or something. I just don't want you to go through this alone."

"I wouldn't make you do that."

"And I wouldn't make you do this alone." He repeats.

"I have to leave by morning."

"That wouldn't be a problem for me." He pauses. "Please."

"Okay." You say slowly. He smiles, slowly heading into the bedroom. You turn on your heels, focusing back on the laptop.

You manage to bump your flight up for midnight and get George a ticket to. You close the laptop, walk back into the bedroom, and grab your credit card and a check.

"What are you doing?" he asks, folding his clothes gently.

"I have to write a check."

"A check? Who does that anymore?"

"Me."

You look at the card, write the back number down, and write the amount down you want to give to your parents.

"One hundred thousand." George says, peering over your shoulder. You stand up, folding it in half and leaving it on the night table.

"Look, I'll just work extra to pay it off." You say, rushing back to the closet to get more clothes out.

"No, no. It's okay. I was just... reading aloud."

You rush all around the room, walking in and out of the bathroom with multiple items, packing them, and finally zipping your suitcase up.

You feel a gentle hand on your upper back. "You going to be okay?" George whispers.

You nod your head. "Yeah."

The plane landed in West Englewood Chicago. The airport was fancy and all, typical airport look. The ride over was silent, long. You have yet to call your dad. You didn't want to wake him up during the night.

The sun was starting to set as you and George walked through the airport. Before you left, you texted your dad that you were coming, and he dropped your car off in the airport parking garage.

You and George walked over the second story bridge, coming out inside the parking garage and walking to your car.

"Damn." He says, looking at all the cars. "These are nice."

"They're rentals." You say. He nods his head. You stop at your car, opening the trunk and putting your bags inside. You go around to the driver's side, getting in and starting the car as George gets in to you.

You slowly drive out of the parking garage, going down each floor until you get outside. There is a large field next to the airport that showed the West end. It's not the nicest place.

You stop at the intersection, turning left and entering the neighborhood. There were some young kids out playing basketball on the streets, others running around outside while the parents were on their phones, smoking.

Some of the houses were cookie-cutter houses. Just like yours

You came up to yours after a while, a brick entrance with vines growing up it. Off to the side, connected to the house was white, a one story little house, suitable for just your parents.

You park up along the front of the house, leaving the car on the street. You twist the key, shutting the car off and look over at George.

He looks at you. "It's actually quite nice."

"It's dark, rainy, and broken."

"Well, if that's the type of world you're living in, then I want to be in it too." He smiles.

You exhale a breath, opening the car door and walking to the trunk, grabbing your bags out.

"Guys! Y/n's back! Y/n's back!" You hear from far away. You turn, seeing the kids who were playing basketball run up to you.

"Your back Y/n!" Kenny yells.

"I'm back!" You say happily.

The group of nine year old's stop in front of you as George hands you your last bag.

"What's been going on, guys?" You ask.

"Dude it's been so boring!"

"Back to school shopping." One kid rolls his eyes.

"It's been rainy and cold!"

"My mother dragged me to church the other day!"

"We can't do nothing around here anymore!" They all say together.

"Sounds... fun." You try to say.

"Yeah, but now that you're back, you can finally hang out this us."

"Yeah, Ronny won't shut up about how good he is a basketball."

"Even though he sucks." Benny answered.

"Well, how about tomorrow we all play. Fair game, no cheating."

"Awesome!" They all say in unison. Some run back, and some say goodbye before going back to their homes.

"It's cute that you know all of them." George comments.

"God... I remember babysitting them." You remember.

You both laugh, walking up to the front door. You grab the hidden key behind the plant pot and unlock the door. you gently put it back, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

"Holy shit." You say, looking at the dark, empty house. You step in, looking over to the left in the living room. Clothes everywhere, piled, unfolded, tossed on the floor, one single tv tray with a dirty plate on it where your dad sits in front of the recliner. Across in the kitchen: Dishes stacked up, glasses tipped over on the counter, cupboards slightly opened.

The dining table had bills stacked on it. And you didn't even want to look down the hallway and in their bedroom.

"Still want to leave?" You ask, looking at the normality in front of you.

"Nope."

You walk in, leaving your bags by the door and looking around. It looked like someone robbed the place. Your heads turned when you hear noise come from the main bedroom, the doorway between the kitchen and living room wide open. The tension eases when you see your dad walk out of their bedroom.

He looks at you, surprised. "Hey- sorry I didn't know you'd be here so soon." He says sadly.

"Yeah I- I told you yesterday I was coming out. What happened around here?" You say, looking around.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had time to clean up. They just sent me home. Mom's still in the hospital."

"Why would they send you hom- they can't do that."

"I guess they can."

"So they just want her to be alone up there?"

He looks down at the floor.

You feel the anger start to rise in your body. "You need to go up there. I don't care what they say. She needs somebody to be there."

He puts his hands up in a calming way. "I know, I know."

"They literally let homeless people sleep in the lobby, so I'm sure they can do something for you."

He silently looks behind you. "I- who's this?" He steps forward.

George reaches his hand out, and your dad shakes it. "George Russell-"

"My boyfriend." You say. Your dad looks at him with wide eyes and takes a step back, but you walk right up to him.

"Why don't you go be with mom, we'll keep the place tied down. Make sure you can sleep there too, they can bring in a spare bed and if they have a problem with it tell them to call me." You say lowly.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here." He whispers.

"It's okay, he's just here to be with me... us. No harm done."

"Alright... if you say so." He grabs his car keys and jacket, slipping it on before walking out the door.

You turn to George. "Sorry, I thought he'd be at the hospital."

"It's alright. Do we need to get stuff done?" He looks around the house. You nod your head slowly.

"I can do it... it's fine."

"I wouldn't be here for nothing, now. I say we get this placed cleaned up and go from there." He smiles gently.

You walk over to the kitchen, looking through all of the cabinets before pulling out a ton of cleaning supplies. "We can start with these."

Your phone buzzes from your pocket, you pull it out and see a text from your dad.

Dad

Are you okay?

Y/n

Of course, why wouldn't I be.

Dad

I'm sorry I just didn't expect your boyfriend to be so... polished.

Y/n

Polished?

Dad

He doesn't seem like the type of person to help out, especially with us.

Y/n

Dad he loves me, I love him. Trust me I already went over this with him at home, he definitely wants to help.

Dad

I know, I know. I just worry... worry about what he'll think. I don't want our living situation to drag your relationship down...

Y/n

It won't trust me, please. I have to go but please call me with anything you need?

Dad

Will do

You look over to see George standing there awkwardly.

"Sorry." You quickly put your phone away.

"It's all good, just wondering what we should start with."

"Uhm." You look around. "Maybe the clothes... they can just be folded for now."

He nods and walks over, picking up different items of clothing and putting them in piles. You start with the dishes, soaking them and thoroughly washing them.

"What next?" George calls out, you turn, looking at the neatly stacked piles of clothes on the couch.

"Uh- Jesus, I didn't even get far." You mumble. "I can put those way if you don't mind running the vacuum? In the closet down the hall."

"You got it." He walks right down the hall, opening the closet and grabbing the vacuum out.

You spend the next several hours cleaning, ordering Doordash for dinner. You wipe several surfaces down, thoroughly cleaning the bedrooms and bathroom before the doorbell rings.

You have a quick dinner, getting back to cleaning, taking the trash out, and walking back in, looking at the spotless, clean house.

Morning rolls around quickly, the sun spilling through the curtains and the breeze blowing through. George's arm is lazily draped across you as he sleeps away.

You gently move, getting up from the bed in your room and walking out.

You had your phone in hand, strolling into the kitchen to find a couple of coffee pods when your phone rings.

"Hey dad, what's up?" You ask tiredly.

"Just woke up, I wanted to see how you two were doing?" He says quietly.

"Were fine. We actually cleaned yesterday."

"Oh sweetheart, you didn't have to do that."

"But we wanted to. " Your smile falters. "I know how hard it is... well, I don't, but."

"I get it. But still, you didn't have to. How's George treating you."

"He's fine. We're doing well. How's mom?"

"She's doing alright. She got out- oh yeah, I called you already, about that. Uhm... she's still not awake."

"She's okay, right? Like- she's okay?"

"She's in good condition. Said she'd wake up by today."

"Wh- why hasn't she waken up." You ask, your voice shaky.

"Just the anesthesia, don't worry about it."

"Yeah, but she should've woken up by no- right. Like, do they have the right information or what?"

"They do, the doctors know what they're doing. Trust me, everything will be fine, I'll keep you updated."

"Can you please?"

"I promise. Are you coming to visit?"

"Yeah I planned on it."

"Okay, I will just see you then."

"I'll see you then." You hang up the phone, putting it down on the counter before beginning your search for something to drink.

You take some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

You grab a glass, grabbing the pitcher of water out of the fridge and pouring yourself some.

"Goodmorning." George says behind you. You don't turn.

"Morning."

He leans back on the counter, crossing his arms and looking over at you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You've been saying 'yeah' a lot."

"Because I am."

He takes a breath before continuing. "I saw you get up to go cry outside last night."

"Just needed to get it out."

He turns, grabbing a glass from the cupboard above and the pitcher. "Are you going to the hospital."

"Yeah."

"Would you like me to go?"

You slowly pause. "Yeah."

He makes his way into the bedroom, quickly coming back out with his hair brushed and a fresh pair of clothes on. You go in after him, changing into a pair of jeans and a large t-shirt, throwing your hair up and closing your bags back up.

You walk back out to see George standing in the kitchen silently, his eyes connecting with yours.

"Ready?" You ask. He nods his head, and you both walk to the door, grabbing your keys, slipping your shoes on, and walking out.

The drive was silent. Too silent. You park in the hospital parking garage twenty minutes later. It was dead silent. The car door slamming shut echoed through floors.

You walk up to the hospital doors, walking in through the main hallway. You walk down silently, slowly coming to a stop in front of your mom's room.

You glace over at George. "Do mind waiting out here?"

"Yeah, it's no problem."

You walk in, leaving the door cracked open. Your mom was awake, watching TV while your dad held her hand.

"Hey sweetie." He smiles. You mom turns her head, face lighting up when she sees you.

"Hi." You smile. You walk over to her bedside.

"I didn't know you would be here." Your mom says weakly.

"Yeah, yeah I came out here earlier. I wanted to be here for you both."

She slowly reaches her arm up, you lean down, lightly hugging her. "How are you feeling."

"Oh, I'm doing just fine. You have nothing to worry about." She smiles.

"Did you come alone?" You dad asks.

"No. Uh- George is out in the hall."

"George?" You mom asks.

"Yeah... my boyfriend."

"Well why don't you bring him in here."

"I was, but I didn't want to overwhelm you." You say. She nods her head to the door. You slowly turn, walking to the door and stepping out.

"Do you still want to come in?" You ask George. He smiles, walking in the door behind you. He slowly walks up to your mom's side, she was first to reach her hand out with a smile.

"Hi, I'm George Russell. It's nice to meet you." He smiles.

"Y/m/n, nice to meet you George."

You both sat down in the extra chairs that they had in the room. The day up there was quiet, relaxing even. You spent the evening talking, your mom dozing in and out, when it was time for you to leave, you hugged your mom goodbye.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She says into the hug.

"I know. I will come visit tomorrow."

"Will you bring George over?"

"If you'd like me to."

"Of course. I like him already." She smiles.

"You do?"

"He's very respectful. I love him."

Hey loves! I hope you like this one! Sorry it is so long lol. Requests are open!

[lynnieverse]

I miss u girl

I miss y'all too omg. so sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been working THREE jobs this summer to pay off my car! now that classes are starting back up again I should be posting more regularly (no promises lol). as a thank you for sticking with me, here's a new one shot ;)))

also this is lowkey based on true events in my life between me and the KILLER so maybe i’ll write the happy ending i cant get 😛

lmk if you want a part two!!

friends don't // rafe cameron

oneshot

bsf!rafe x crushing!reader

synopsis: friends don't... but we do.

1.6k words

You stare down at the dim light of your phone, the words practically echoing in your head. 

good night y/n

Simple. To the point. Definitely not something that should make your heart almost beat out of your chest. 

You let your eyes fall closed as you take a deep breath, trying not to overanalyze like you always do. 

You and Rafe are just friends. That’s all. 

But friends don’t…

No. You snap yourself out of whatever trance you’re in and click your phone off. Part of the problem is others feeding into your delusions, so you decide against texting your friends this time. 

Instead you roll over, the duvet crinkling satisfyingly at your movement, and hug a spare pillow tight against your chest. 

After dark is when you become a master director of all things make believe. Daydreaming is nice, but concocting a storyline about your life to fall asleep to is what you’re best at. 

This time you imagine his hand sliding into yours, pulling you down the beach with a secret smile that lights up his twinkling eyes. The scene fades to black and you’re in your living room, tucked against his side watching some RomCom. Your song starts playing through the speakers. You giggle, pulling him to his feet so he can twirl you around on the carpet. He has so much love in his eyes, and he kisses you as Taylor Swift fades to the background.

You can picture it in your head as clear as day. 

“And so it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe ‘round and ‘round…” 

No; friends definitely don’t do this. 

Fuck.

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The next day you’re meant to meet Rafe early to talk about some upcoming surfing tournament he wants to enter. You must have overslept because the next thing you know the sun is blinding you through a crack in the curtains and someone is pounding on your front door. 

Grabbing your glasses, you stumble down the stairs with a yawn. Whoever decided to disturb your beauty sleep must have a death wish. 

You grip the brass knob and wrench the door open, interrupting Rafe mid-knock with an almost animalistic growl. 

“What the actual fuck, Rafe?!” 

He looks pissed, stuffing his hands in his pockets with a scowl. You’re suddenly aware of how awful you must look. Pajamas askew, hair a mess, and you hadn’t even taken your pimple patches off yet. Warmth floods your cheeks, but Rafe doesn’t notice. 

“I thought you died, Y/N, what the hell!” 

“Died?” your nose scrunches in confusion. A bead of sweat tickles your hairline and you usher him inside quickly. “It’s too hot to be letting all the air out, come on.” 

He follows you to the living room where you sit on the couch expectantly. “Well?” You ask.

“I’ve been calling you all morning, you were supposed to meet me and you just didn’t show up. What was I supposed to think?” 

You roll your eyes. “That I overslept? Literally anything else other than death, Rafe.” 

He blows out a harsh breath and runs a hand over his buzzed head. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I’m sorry, though. I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” you say, biting your lip. No sleep from thinking about you.

His eyes soften and he takes the seat next to you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up… Well I did, but I wouldn’t have if I’d known.” 

You laugh lightly, patting his leg before immediately retracting your hand. “You’re all good, Rafey.” 

Was that too much? That was definitely too much. 

“So about this tournament…”

You groan, letting your body fall back into the cushions. “Do we have to talk about this?” 

“Okay drama queen. You’ll want to hear about it when you hear what first prize is.” 

You perk up, raising an eyebrow. “Go on.” 

“A trip to Hawaii, all expenses paid, for a week,” he smirks, knowing he piqued your interest. 

“Shut up! That’s so cool!” 

He watches as you bounce in place excitedly, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. He clears his throat and looks away. 

“Yeah, so I really want to win this. Plus I get to take someone with me.” 

“Holy shit! Who would you take? Sarah? Topper?” You try not to bring attention to how close you’d become, your knee almost brushing his thigh. He gives you a look, eyebrows pulling together slightly. 

“You are really dense sometimes,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s rude, Rafe,” you say with a pout. He smirks but doesn’t reply, and you don’t push. That’s usually how your conversations went; one person would push a boundary, the other would ignore it, and time went on. It’s exhausting. 

“Why would I take my sister to Hawaii?" He throws his hands up. 

“Well I don’t know Rafe, why would you take me?” Your mouth snaps shut in immediate regret. You both maintain eye contact before someone looks away, silence washing over the room. 

“Okay,” Rafe clears his throat. “I guess that’s all I wanted to tell you.” He stands, pulling his keys out of his pocket. He takes his time walking to the door, jangling his keys to some unknown rhythm. You follow him silently, watching his T-shirt stretch across his flexing back. Shaking your head you push down those thoughts, the ones reserved for your pillow. 

Rafe stops with his hand on the knob, turning his head back to look at you. “We could—uh…we could go surfing later? You could give me some pointers?” 

You want to laugh. What a ridiculous notion. You give him surfing tips? He has at least a few years experience on you, and he knows it. But his puppy dog eyes keep you from pointing that out. 

“Um, yeah. That sounds like fun! Let me just eat some lunch and get ready; I can meet you there?” 

He smiles, dimples making your knees weak. “It’s a date.” 

Your eyes widen. 

Why does he say shit like that?

He has to know it kills you every time he gives and pulls away. 

His smile falters, but he keeps up the act, winking at you and slipping out the door. You were hoping to get a little space from him. From everything he encapsulates. But of course you folded like a house of cards. 

You always do. 

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After surfing Rafe somehow convinced you to have a couple drinks at the local dive bar. 

You’re still in your damp bikini top, one of Rafe’s T-shirts from the trunk of his car hanging from your shoulders. The air smells like stale beer and Pine Sol, an odd but oddly comforting combination. The jukebox in the corner is humming some sixties tune, and Rafe’s leg is pressed against yours. The booth is small, but it feels intentional, and it’s making your head spin. 

“I’m telling you, Y/N, I think I inhaled half the ocean out there.” 

You snort into your drink, salt-crusted hair falling into your face. Before you can blink, warm fingers tuck said hair behind your ear. You snap your head up in surprise, but he takes his time pulling his hand away. His touch lingers, softly tracing the line of your jaw. His eyes flick to your lips—cheeks flushed from the alcohol, pupils blown. 

“What?” You whisper. 

His breath hitches. “I just… I love—” A glass breaks behind the bar, startling you both. It snaps the rubber band of tension between you instantly. You shift in your seat, Rafe rubs a hand down his face. 

“You were saying?” 

Rafe’s eyes cut to you, and he takes a deep breath. “I love this bar,” he says finally. You instantly deflate. “Yeah, we should play that next! I’m going to go queue it up, be right back,” he rushes out, practically sprinting across the room in the name of Toby Keith. 

You stare after him, drink sweating in your hand. 

“I love this bar,” you mutter under your breath. “God, you’re so full of shit.” You try to act normal, swirling the melting ice around in your glass. A minute later Rafe comes back, a smile on his face like nothing happened. 

You feign happiness for as long as you can. You laugh at his stupid Toby Keith impression. You even toast your glass to his. But the buzz is gone, the warmth evaporated. Soon after you’re in an Uber, leaving Rafe with his thoughts at the bar. 

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You’re startled awake by the shrill sound of your ringtone in the middle of the night. You groan, feeling around your nightstand before gripping the phone in your hand. 

“Hello?” You squint through the darkness, eyes heavy with sleep. 

“Hi.” 

“Rafe?” You check the caller ID and confirm it’s him. “What the hell, dude?” 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called.” 

“Wait, wait. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing. Honestly I shouldn’t have called… I couldn’t sleep and you’re the first person I wanted to talk to.” His voice is quiet, and something about the way he spoke dissipates all previous annoyance. 

“That’s sweet, Rafey. What’s keeping you up?” 

“What do you think?” 

Time stops. Your heart stutters. Rafe goes quiet. 

“Rafe…” You whisper.

“Forget it,” he sighs. 

“Why did you call me?”

“We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“Friends don’t do this,” you manage, practically choking out the words. 

“No, they don’t.” A pause. “We do, though.” 

Your eyes fall closed with a pained sigh. 

“Yeah…we do.”

[defmaybe]

Taste of Soda

tripleS’ Seo Dahyun x Male Reader

600 words

A/N: Thanks to DJ for the title lol.

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You’re numb to the taste of Dahyun’s cunt.

Like, seriously, she have squirted into your mouth twice and you’re not stopping. Good thing that the seats are leather. Less cleaning work this way.

At first, there’s the salt on her folds that drew you in — from the first lap on her, then two, then three. The flavor fades, eventually, leaving you with only the aftertaste of her clit. Those moans, however, shows no signs of dwindling into silence. Her thighs are red from the tight holds of your hands — mark of ownership that you’re mildly proud of.

“B-Baby, mommy c-can’t take it anymore,” Dahyun rasps, albeit not making any attempts to push your head away from her pussy. There’s some space for you to move back in this back of her car, but you’re not using it soon. So, you just keep pleasing her overstimulated core into rapture, claiming her yours with your tongue.

You pull back slightly for a reply, at least, and she earns her much-needed break from your lavishing. “Oh, does mommy want to stop? Does mommy not love me anymore?” God, you sound so pussy-drunk — so huffy, so intoxicated.

Dahyun’s still trying to catch her breath, as if she has just finished a hundred-meter. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, baby boy, I still l-love you, of course. It’s just, ah, it’s so much. I-I need a bre-ah!” and a finger-fuck and she shudders around your digits. Her face becomes drunk with the pleasure from you and only you — eyes lolling mindlessly, tongue falling out from the edge of her mouth. You just fucked a girl senseless without whipping your cock out!

“Who’s a fuckslut, mommy? Who’s a nasty whore that wants to be fucked?” you quip, curling your fingers up to where she needs it the most, and oh, doesn’t it make her quiver in bliss? Dahyun looks like a proper nymphomaniac this way — a proper fucking fuckslut.

Dahyun can barely answer your questions. “I-I am a f-fuckslut.” She just surrenders without any resistance, letting your fingers activate the slut in her shell.

Your tongue dives back into her wanton, wet cunt once more — ready to lap her up again to the peak of her pleasure. Dahyun’s moans are barely incomprehensible anymore — loud, sharp, piercing. You find the saltiness of her pussy again; her taste is back, and you’re going to savor her until world’s end.

The signals surface for the third time of the day — her walls contract and heave around your digits, her moans climb the scale, until the tension snaps.

You latch yourself onto her hole the second that fluid leaks out of her. It’s so musky with her lust. You drunkenly swallow it down your stomach without any relent. Her thighs shudder in your grip under the frenzy. The tongue is hanging out of her mouth lewdly as she cums into your mouth, eyes rolling upwards — ahegao, in a simpler term. 

God, she’s such a slut.

Your slut, to be exact.

Squirt dribbles down your chin as her orgasm subsides. Her hands find your head, before pulling you out of the pussy-drunk trance you’ve been in. The slickness remains on your mouth and her cunt — what a mark of your lovemaking. You let go of her thighs, leaving those rosy red prints on the underside of her legs, and your just rest on her feet idly.

“Did you like that, mommy?” you ask — airy, breathy, intoxicated with her girlcum.

“It’s f-fucking perfect, baby boy. Ten out of ten.”

You can’t help but smile.

[returnofeternity]

thinking bout getting high with t!fem nat... the two of you basically just sprawled out on her bedroom floor, passing the joint back n forth and giggling about stupid shit cause you're both too far gone to care. eventually the two of you get all close and giggly which ends up in a good fucking. yeah.

pairing: transfem!natalie scatorccio x gn!reader

genre: 18+

wc: 1,361

fic note. i didn't expect this to get so long idk what happened

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nat who hogs the rest of the joint and teasingly blows the smoke in your face -__- thinkingggg. not being in a relationship with her yet but you're definitely not friends. so when she jokingly tells you that if you kiss her, she'll go grab another joint, you do. it's a small peck, but it's enough to have nat burning bright red and looking like a fool when she still has her lips pursed and eyes closed after you pull away. she can still feel your kiss burn on her lips as she gets out of her little daze, and she feels like she's floating after getting up and grabbing another joint.

nat who comes back and sits a little closer than she was before, and you just lie back and stare at the back of her head while she rolls the joint, your fingers tugging at her hard carpet. it honestly feels like you've sunk into it. you think that if you got up, you'd see the outline of your body on it.

nat who lights it up for you, twists her body around to face you, and holds it up to your lips for you to take a hit. once you've got your fingers wrapped around it, she drops her hand and scoots so she's on her back again. her shoulder is touching yours, and you can feel how hot her skin is. it's a comforting feeling.

you blow the smoke out of your lungs and watch it float around the room, the light spilling from nat's fucked up blinds making it look beautiful. you get lost in following the clouds of smoke that fly around the room, and nat clears her throat.

"don't hog it, you little bitch." nat teases, a big smile growing on her face when you snort and scrunch your face cutely.

"says the hogger." you mumble, grinning at her while she reaches a hand out and wiggles her fingers impatiently. you wink at her and take another long puff, watching as her wiggling fingers turn into the middle finger.

"that's it, i'm not inviting you over to smoke anymore." she fake pouts, turning her head away from you and looking up at the ceiling.

"you love me too much to stop inviting me." after blowing the smoke in her face, you hold the blunt out to her.

nat processes your words, turning her head slowly back to face you. you both look at each other like you know.

the room gets silent after that.

it's not really awkward, just quiet. it's nice, really. it's just you and her and the sound of her fan on medium speed.

thinking about gently playing with her hand during this silence. tracing over her palm, feeling her pulse, fingers scratching along her arm….eventually you just end up snuggling into her side. and eventually, you both go back to being giggly and talking about random shit.

thinking about having a leg hooked around her waist and slowly feeling her get hard the more you touch her. they're innocent touches, but she's so high and so sensitive and too far gone that she can't help but grow hard as you stroke her belly up and down with your nails. you're just making her feel all fuzzy and so good.

you can feel her hardness on your leg, and it makes heat spread all over your body. you're unsure what to do, or if she wants you to do anything at all, but you find yourself scooting down until you're level with her cock. you rest your head on her hip, toying with her belt. it's entirely too much work to try and get it off with your fuzzy brain, so you settle on making out with her bulge. she doesn't mind one bit. in fact, she's practically facefucking you as you lick and kiss her over her pants, even tries to pull them down while her hips are in the air.

sensitive nat who has to tell you to stop for a second so she can gather herself and pull them off <3 you use that time to rid yourself of your clothing, and it gives her the push that she needs to use all that brain power and pull her pants and panties off, and you can't help but laugh as she flails her ankles and shakes them off.

her pretty cock flops onto her stomach, tip so red and already leaking so much. when you pick it up with your hand, a thick line of her precum connects from her stomach to her cockhead. she's too far gone to even care about the pathetic groans spilling from her lips when you do so much as lube her cock up with her own pre <3 you think it's cute. and you find it adorable when you begin jerking her off slowly and she chases your hand with her hips.

nat who sneakily swiped your underwear after you took everything off….nat who clutches it in her hand while you give her the best handjob of her life (thinking about a few "friendly" handies you've given to her, but nothing beats this one).

she has to tell you to stop again, but this time it's because she doesn't wanna cum so soon. she wants to be inside while she cums. mmmh watching nat struggle to get up and walk over to her drawer so she can get a condom and fuck you <33

thinking about putting it on her while she adjusts her position on the bed because that floor is uncomfortable as fuck and she wants you to be comfortable the first time. thinking about nat's gentle hands gripping your hips and helping you onto her lap, nat who whimpers when her cock brushes against your groin.

all you feel is intense heat pool in your gut when she spits onto her hand and rubs it on your hole to lube you up. you feel so light and dizzy when she asks if you're ready, and after you nod and say yes, she slowly begins to insert her cock into you. she's gentle, eyes locked on your face and looking for any signs of pain or discomfort. she hits her head pretty hard on the headboard when she feels you clench around her cock, and you both giggle with each other. thinking about watching her smile slowly fade from her face and turn into a silent gasp as you sink further down on her dick, feeling her hips slowly rock into yours as she breathes heavily.

the second she bottoms out, it's over.

she can't help it.

she just starts slamming her hips into yours, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you up, giving you no time to adjust to her girthy cock. and it's so wonderful. there's slight pain at first, which makes you yelp and claw into her shoulders, but it quickly turns into pleasure. you just slump against her body, mind melting at each thrust, feeling so incredibly full with her girlcock pumping inside of you.

encouraging nat to cum <3 you can feel her tense up, so you start to ride her harder, moving your hips in circles and making sure she feels you deep in your stomach. nat who keeps grunting, "i'm gonna cum," to no one in particular, and you, who urges her to cum for you. her whole body trembles as she ejaculates into the condom, and she holds you close to her while more drops of cum flood out of her tip.

all she can do is pant and lie limply as you lift your hips and remove her cock from you. she lets out the cutest "wha?" ever as you slip off her condom, your hole throbbing at how much cum is inside of it.

thinking about kissing her lips softly before scooting up on the bed, turning so you're facing her feet, and placing a knee beside her head, and then another one. basically, 69ing while you toy with her cock because she hasn't made you cum yet <3

she shows you she knows how to eat.

[wreegis]

Can u tell us abt ur ocs 🥺

AAAA I WOULD LOVE TO

i tried so hard to be brief but iv failed miserably because i cannot be normal about them,, so ���� under the cut it goes

(theyr actually Witcher ocs but im gonna try n talk about them in a way that makes sense to anybody who hasnt read the books/etc???)

Basiart is a retired monster hunter from an essentially extinct school of hunters? that kind of?? mutated kids into better, longer lived mutant monster hunters (that regular people fear and disdain). he turned 200ish and just got sick of all of it and decided fuck it, everybody else is gone, Im just gonna do what I want now (what he wants is to be left alone in the woods to be gruff and standoffish in peace but hes too much of a soft busybody deep at heart to ever actually succeed)

Drassird Was an up-and-coming promising wizard who dabbled in magic he shouldnt have and it (literally) blew up in his face, leading to exile, blindness, not-insignificant scarring and brain scrambling, and intense prophetic dreams. Between the brain damage and the dreams he sometimes has trouble remembering where and when he is but Basiart always has his back and is his only mildly unwilling companion on quests to figure out his dreams. Hes a live-wire and a danger magnet with Just enough luck to always make it out somehow

(Basiart nursed him back to health(y-ish) after finding him post Blow Up™️ and along the way they slowly fell in love.. Bas is Drassirds rock and constant way point that allows him to be 100% himself without fear, and Draz is Basiarts spark that livens up all of the long dull years he lives thru they complete one another)

*disclaimer: all of the art i have for her besides this is super old and uhhh… bad. working on it as we speak*

Itussa is a relatively young elf (~60ish) that left her people to find her calling and true love who said that. Elves are a pretty hated race so she usually covers her ears with scarves while traveling. Shes a stereotypical booksmart genius- fantastic herbalist, speaks multiple languages, picks up instruments easy as pie, decent healer.. cannot cook to save her life, somehow. or flirt. lesbian girlfailure who falls apart in front of every pretty tavern maid.

(She gets swept up into one of Drassirds prophecies and ends up becoming a fairly regular traveling companion, treating them both like her horrible smelly older brothers but they all love eachother dearly)

*disclaimer for the next part: vampires in the witcher are not At All like in most modern takes on them. they are an entirely separate species of monsters (that were never human, and a human cant become one either), some of which are capable of maintaining human forms, while other lower forms cannot, some which require blood to live, and other higher forms that just enjoy it like a fine brandy. many of them are more animal than they are human. im simplifying a Lot but hopefully itll still make sense*

Ekhid is an incredibly ancient, incredibly powerful (Higher) vampire who has spent centuries roaming around doing just. whatever he sees fit at the time. ((While he spends pretty much 100% of his time in human form, he is also able to turn into.. essentially an Enormous Bat Monster. not super relevant but hot imo)) He finds all life- human, vampire, elf, animal, monster, other, etc- incredibly fascinating but holds nothing sacred. he can be as kind as he can be cruel but he tends toward a more helpful nature. He has recently begun growing a little family of his own that needs feeding, so he presents himself as a wandering scholar and healer amongst humans (if he collects more blood than necessary or if dangerous streets are suddenly less dangerous after he leaves, well)

Lyyra is a relatively fledgling vampire, of a lower and more animalistic sort than Ekhid (bruxa). She spent her life ‘haunting’ an abandoned castle and the forests surrounding it, enticing any humans foolish enough to draw close with her song before draining them entirely of their blood. the hunting was sparse but she’s completely besotted by the statue in the castles courtyard, convinced theyre in love, and refuses to leave.

(Ekhid set up shop in the castle, ignored all her fussing, and decided she was His fledgling now and should learn how to behave. she was against it at first, but he keeps her well supplied with blood and is teaching her how to blend in better in society so eventually she warms up to him. other people? not so much..)

*i dont have any more recent art of her, also in progress*

Daisy is a very, very young fledgling vampire from a sort that typically resemble large, monstrous bats (ekimmara). Because she’s so young, she’s only able to assume a human form with Ekhids help. her kin were most likely slain, since its rare to find a sole pup on its own, but Ekhid thinks shes the cutest ball of bat fluff hes ever seen and immediately added her to his tiny family. she has no clue why she cant chomp into every yummy blood bag they meet but Ekhid keeps her fat and happy and she loves him very much so she has no complaints.

(Ekhid is both an Elder and more powerful type(??) of vampire than both Lyyra and Daisy so he holds a certain amount of sway over them that helps keep their more blood thirsty habits at bay and allows them to coexist peacefully without drawing attention from monster hunters or human mobs. he could deal with both but doesnt want to risk his cute fledglings)

Ekhid runs into Basiart and co. while theyr hunting another vampire and theyr at odds at first, since Ekhid is genuinely hiding two very dangerous monsters his fledglings but they come to an understanding when Ekhid helps them out and he becomes a regular overly friendly guest in their adventures!

i have so many other minor characters that i have very little to no art of 😩 but thats the jist!!

[sunlxte17]

“I love you”

Jay x femreader, fluff & smut

Requested

Anon: can i request fluff/smut with jay x fem!reader where jay comes home after a long day yn already half asleep but he is needy so eventually while talking and cuddling yn feels him grinding on her from behind and jay gets more desperate so they have lazy sleepy sex?

It was late. That’s all you knew, waiting on the couch for Jay to come home like a pathetic little puppy. You didn’t know why but you felt like shit, you were horny and frustrated. All you wanted was him and he wasn’t here.

Jays pov:

Everything seemed to get under his skin, the way the members made comments about everything he said and just being in the hybe building in general made his blood boil. It was safe to say he wanted nothing more than to come home and see his beautiful girlfriend.

Y/n pov:

You didn’t hear the keys at first, just the soft click of the lock and the creak of the door opening. And then there he was. Disheveled. Hoodie halfway unzipped, hair slightly damp from the rain. Jay stepped in, dragging his feet like gravity had doubled.

But when his eyes met yours, the exhaustion in his features softened as if everything melted away the second he saw you, curled up on the couch. You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him. And that was enough.

“Baby….” He dropped his things, holding you tightly as if he never wanted this moment to end. “you okay?” You asked, features laced with concern. You could tell that he had a tough day, but he was still soft and calm towards you. He nodded, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. It was like home to him.

You laid there tangled in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep but Jay had other plans. He’d been hard all day, but didn’t want to pressure you into having sex especially this late at night. He figured he could just take care of it later in the bathroom, but it was too painful. Too hard. He couldn’t wait any longer, his hips involuntarily grinding against your back in need of some sort of friction to ease the pain. That didn’t work, it just made things worse. Made him hornier.

You stirred a little, his hips shifted again. At first, you thought it was just him trying to get comfortable until you felt his length press against the curve of your ass. Warm. Heavy. And desperate.

“Jay?” you mumbled sleepily, voice thick and soft. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer right away, just let out a breathy groan against your shoulder. “Sorry,” he rasped. “Didn’t mean to wake you… just fuck, let me fuck you yeah?… I’ll go slow” he begged, it was obvious that he needed you and you needed him.

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his arm while he slowly stripped off your panties and shorts revealing your slicked folds.

The stretch burned. He was deep, your insides rearranged to fit his long cock. “Fuck you’re so tight” Jay gritted through his teeth, stilling before slowly pulling out and slamming back in. Your body jolted in pain and pleasure, but you were too tired to focus properly.

He moved lazily inside you, nudging that sweet spot that made you see stars. Jay’s breath stuttered as he watched in awe at the way your body took him so perfectly.

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured against your shoulder, voice low and wrecked. He sucked on the sweet sport below your ear, leaving bruises and marks just how he liked it.

You whimpered, face buried in the pillow, body limp beneath him but clenching around him with every lazy grind. The ache was almost too much but it felt too good to stop.

Your mouth fell open, moaning as his hand slipped under your stomach, fingers pressing lightly to your clit. He rubbed slow, circular motions there, in time with his thrusts, making your hips jerk back into him without thinking.

“That’s it,” he whispered, resting his sweat-covered forehead on top of yours “Just let go. Let me make you feel good, baby.”

You could only nod, too far gone to respond with words. It was messy. slick dripping down your thighs, your skin damp with sweat.

Jay’s pace faltered for a second. Your walls fluttered around his dick, hips stuttering as he let out a soft groan, “gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

You turned your head just enough for your voice to reach him, broken and drowsy. “Want you… cum inside, Please…” you pleaded

That did it, the quiet plea that made him lose what little restraint he had left.

His hips snapped forward, still lazy but desperate now, grinding into you like he needed to melt into your body completely. The fingers on your clit pressed tighter, faster, and you cried out into the pillow, your body tensing and shaking around him.

“F-fuck—” he choked out, burying himself deep as his orgasm hit, hot ropes of cum spilling into your pussy.

He kissed your spine, whispering, praises again and again like a prayer as you drifted back to sleep in his arms. “I love you….”

[storiesbymee]

Pregnancy key points

Alexia Putellas x reader

Warning! Talks of body image and stretch marks.

I look down at the stick in my hands. OMG!!! The two stripes stare up at me mockingly. Im pregnant. Like Im actually freaking pregnant. Like there’s a baby in my fucking belly. I can’t believe it! It actually worked.

It takes a few hours for it to finally sink in. And when it finallydoes the fear comes like a blow. The logical part of my brain knows Alexia would be ecstatic. She would absolutely love this. But the other part keep me doubting. The multiple «what if» keep me on high alert. What if she doesn’t want this. What if she turn out hating the idea of a child. And worse… what if she don’t want a child with me.

I think of the perfect way to tell her. But it takes a few days for me to muster up the courage. I pack the small gift in a bag and put it on the counter. I’m way past pacing a hole in the carpet when i hear the keys in the lock. Alexia was finally home from training. I’d been out for a few weeks now already due to an injury in my hamstring.

“Y/N?” Alexia calls out my name. Im almost jumping from the nerves. “Yeah, im here!” I call out and start making my way towards the hallway.

I smile and welcome her in a hug. “How was training?” I feel my stomach do flips as she grins and start out on a rant about the pranks Patri and Pina had done today. I stare at her for a long while. “Mi amor?” I shake my head and focus on her again. “Yes?” I can se the small frown that now sits on her face. “What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been all weird since the injury.” I shake my head and feel my breath catching. “Ohhh… nothing. I just… i have a gift for you.” I turn around and start making my way towards the kitchen.

“It’s not my birthday?” Alexia looks confused as i hand her the tiny bag. “What is it?” She shakes the bag but it makes no sound. I feel a smile creeping up my face but still feel the butterflies in my stomach intensify. “It’s a surprise.” I stare at her while she opens the bag. Trying to read her expression. Her face twists from happy to confused as she pulls out the tiny Barcelona jersey. The number 11 and name (Mami) at the back is what makes her understand and i see her face break out in a grin. Before I know it she’s picked me up and spun me around. “It’s true si?” I look at the happiness on her face and nod. The grin on my face almost hurts. “Yeah we are going to be parents!”

…

We waited about two weeks to tell our families. Mostly to just be able to enjoy it on our own first. My family was quite easy to tell since it had to be done over the phone. We sat down one evening and made the FaceTime call to my parents.

Her family was a completely different story. We started by making two small gift baskets. Much like the one i had given Alexia, but with a few twists. We got costume made Barcelona jerseys with Alexia’s number and the words tía (aunt) and abuela (grandma) on them. We also put down a paper with the words be the godmother? In Albas basket. And of course the both of them got a few snacks in their baskets as well.

We decided to give them their baskets on our weekly dinners at Eli’s house. They had both been asking what we were up to lately since we had been so secretive. We arrive on time like always. One of the perks of having Alexia by my side. She’d always been a time freak.

We get inside and Alexia hides the gift bags in the hallway. We decided to wait til the end of dinner to tell them so that we actually get some food in us tonight. But when the time comes I pretend to need the restroom. I bring the bags with me and set them down in front of Alba and Eli. “What’s this?” Alba looks up in surprise. “No tenías que hacerlo” (you didn’t have to) Eli smiles warmly.

I just smile back at them and sit down. We both eye them curiously while they slowly open the bags. Alba understands first and her whole demeanour changes. She stares straight at Alexia. Mouth open in shock. I grin. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes!? Of course it’s a yes!” She jumps from her seat and basically runs around the table to hug me. Eli seams to just now grasp the situation and she immediately brightens up. “Voy a ser abuela?” Alexia nods. Eli’s eyes tears up and we both get up to hug her. While all this i going on Alba is jumping up and down in happiness. ”What will you call her? Him? Them?” I look at Alexia. “We haven’t really thought about that yet.”

…

We decided to tell the team just a few days later. I was supposed to go back to training in a few days so we thought it would be smart to let them know. I created a plan on how to do it.

Alexia walks into the changing room just like any other day. The only difference is that i also walk in behind her. Because of the injury i hadn’t been in the changing room for a few weeks. And then it was also the large box of cupcakes that Alexia carried. Mapi immediately notices and grin. “You baked for us Capi?” Alexa rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “No Maria I didn’t. It was my lovely wife here.”

She jumps up immediately. “Let me taste!” Alexia sets down the box and the teams all come over to get one. Mapi who’s basically sprinted over gasps the second she looks in the box. Her eyes snap towards me and i let out a chuckle while nodding my head. She jumps in happiness and more or less tackles Alexia in a hug. It’s a miracle they don’t fly to the floor. Not long after Im picked up. I squeal in surprise and shock. “MARIA! Put her down!” Alexia immediately comes to my rescue. But it’s of no use as her “children” already surround her.

…

I hunch over the toilet again. Urgh… i feel like shit. I have been throwing up every morning for god knows how long. Since a few days before i figured out about this lovely baby i have in my stomach. Just as Im about to stand up i feel the nausea come back full force and i gag. I must be really out of it because i jump when i feel warm hand against my back.

“Sorry mi amor. Didn’t mean to scare you. How are you feeling?” Alexia’s raspy morning voice fills the quiet space. “Like I’ve been hit by a train… that carried a bus.” I groan. I can hear the quiet chuckle that comes from her lips. “It’s not funny!” I pinch her thigh. “Ow… I know amor. Im sorry. What can i do for you?” Her fingers gently frame my face as she scoops my hair up into a ponytail. “Could you get me some water?”

I feel her move away from me and towards the sink. Every move of my head makes it pound harder and i feel another wave of nausea roll through me. I gag again. “This baby better be really cute! I feel like sh*t!” I groan. At that it seams like Alexia can’t take it anymore and she bursts out laughing. Ohhhh… she’s in the doghouse now.

…

«I feel ugly» is the first thing that comes to my mind. I stare at myself in the mirror. My body. I feel fat and bloated and tired and not to even talk about the new stretch marks i have. I feel tears start streaming down my face. Ohh… and these hormones. Im a wreck. I can’t believe Alexia actually still want to be with me.

Im so stuck in my own head that I don’t even hear her come through the door. “Amor! What’s wrong?” She is beside me in seconds. As beautiful as ever. Even in her sweaty workout clothes she looks like a model on a runway. “Im so ugly!” I cry out “Im fat and discussing and look like a… a disgusting…” i hiccup and start full out crying. She immediately takes a hold of me and i burry my head into her shoulder.

She moves us over to the bed carefully. “Amor… shhh…” i hiccup and look up at her face. “Im sorry!” Im just soooo tired. Her hands gently cup my face. I feel her lips on my forehead and immediately feel the calm start spreading through me. She didn’t even have to talk to get me calm. “Mi Vida. Your not fat… your pregnant. And that’s beautiful. I don’t care about how you look. Your amazing! Your carrying my child and i will forever be grateful for that. You haven’t ever looked more raw and sexy in your life.” Her hand gently moves to caress my belly and i feel my whole life stop. “Really?” My voice quivers as i look up her at face with teary eyes. “Si” she kisses my forehead and hold me close to her until i fall asleep.

…

We had gotten Alba to fix everything. And she had definitely gotten all out. Ballon’s filled our backyard. Banners and confetti all over the tables. Girl or boy written in bright letters across the door. Everyone was there. Her family, my family and our club teammates. She had even started a betting system on who believed it was a boy and who believed it was a girl. Typical Alba style.

The time came. It was time to find out the gender. I was fully expecting a cake or something along those lines. But it was a total shock when she comes out with a football. I roll my eyes at her and look at alexia who is already rolling up her sleeves. She takes the microphone and says proudly “As the godmother and the favourite aunt i here by want to announce that these two idiots will need not just one but two balls for this to be right.” Everyone looks at each other confused. I also look at her like she’s crazy. What did she mean by that? “They’re getting twins!” She yells down the microphone.

Everyone is stunned for a second, even me and alexia. But it doesn’t take long for someone to shout out congratulations. I look over at Alexia and grin. We were having twins. That’s the reason my belly was so large. Alba quickly gets the second ball from inside and puts them side by side. I step back and look at Alexia. “ ready?” She grins at me and at my nod she takes off. And poof the ball explodes in a pink dust. And the whole party cheers and alexia kisses my cheek. I grin and push her towards the second one. And poof… blue dust flies everywhere. The second she hits the ball she’s running back towards me to hug me. One of each. We are getting twins.