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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 6 months

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Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

☆ lost in the fire — lewis hamilton x reader

tags: smut, switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

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nataliesfirefly · 6 months

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F! Reader - Part 8

a/n: heyy loves! if you’ve stuck around for all 8 parts, thank you SOOO much. writing this series and receiving so many kind comments and love has really made the past month and a half so enjoyable. i cant believe i’m concluding my first fic already!! it’s been so fun and i definitely want to write more. shoutout to my friend @avessss who encouraged me to start posting even though i was really nervous. i couldn’t have done it without her 💕 but anyways enjoy the last chapter! not sure when i will post next but until then… message me, give suggestions, etc!! love you all SOO much 💌

word count: 4.6k words

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warnings: MDNI 18+, afab reader, smut, oral (reader receiving), p in v, making out, language, angst for like one second, FLUFF, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

“A pint, please. Thanks.” You smile at the bartender as you slide forward five pounds. You stand and wait patiently, leaning against the bar as he shuffles away to go fill up a tall glass of beer.

You hear your name being said from next to you. You turn to see a familiar girl with olive skin and long, silky black hair. Your brain takes a few seconds to compute who it is.

“Sasha! Hey,” You grin and she smiles brightly. “Hi. I didn’t know if it was you or not,” She chuckles and you stand there awkwardly, not sure of what to say.

“How’s life?” She asks. “Uhh, good. Can’t complain.” You shrug as the bartender slides you the beer across the counter. You take a sip as she nods.

“Same here. Just a little terrified of the fact that we are going to be seniors in a year,” She runs a hand through her hair with a sigh. “Me too, girl.” You nod in agreement.

“How was your summer?” Sasha asks. You let out a sigh unintentionally before fixing your facial expression.

“It was… good,” You nod slowly, almost trying to convince yourself. “I don’t know if you know but…There’s a rumor going around that you and Farleigh had somewhat of a summer fling,” She winces after she says this.

“Oh God,” You press a hand to your forehead and shake your head. “Who told you that?” You groan.

“I’m assuming it came from Felix. I’m not sure, but I just wanted to tell you…” She places a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “If you ever need to talk or anything like that, let me know.” She says, her English accent soft and elegant.

She seems almost too nice. You’ve never seen Sasha like this, so it’s hard to believe.

“Thank you.” You dip your head and take another sip of beer. “I know I was never the nicest to you and we were never close, but I’m here for you.” Her hand falls from your shoulder gently.

“I think I was honestly just threatened by you,” She continues. You jerk your head towards her quickly and furrow your eyebrows.

“What? Why?” You scoff as if it’s absurd. “I always had this… gut feeling that he was in love with you or something. He would talk about you nonstop, about how much you annoyed him and how much he ‘hated you.’ I knew better,” She shakes her head.

“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry,” You feel bad, suddenly. Like you were the cause of their relationship problems.

“But that whole thing is over now,” You wave your hand dismissively. “He’s an asshole, isn’t he?” You both giggle at her words.

“He is. I can see why you broke up with him,” You nod, feeling no remorse for talking about Farleigh this way. It’s all true. But you also know Sasha had a lot to do with the shitty parts of their relationship.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” She grins and holds up her hand, giving a tiny wave. “Yeah. See you,” You watch her walk away before turning back to your drink, grabbing it and heading to find an empty table.

You sigh, leaning down and fishing your textbook out of your bag. You still have four chapters to read before tomorrow. The first term of your junior year is kicking your ass, even though it’s only October.

Sooner or later, you see Felix walking through the entrance of the pub. You immediately crane your neck to search for any signs of Farleigh, since he usually follows Felix around. But thankfully, he’s not anywhere to be found.

You turn your attention back to your textbook, and when you glance back up, Felix is sitting across from you.

“Hey.” He smiles and you notice the cigarette between his fingers. “Hi. How are you?” You reply, not exactly in the mood to talk to him right now.

“Oh, you know. Just drowning in work,” He sighs and leans back in his chair, throwing his head back slightly.

“You and me both,” You chuckle lightly and close your textbook, knowing you won’t get anything read so long as Felix is here. He leans forward again and takes a drag from his cigarette.

“So…” He starts, trailing off. You raise your eyebrows. “So?”

“Are you and Farleigh ever going to make up?” He asks suddenly. You cough, surprised by the abrupt question.

“No.” You shake your head. “Don’t even try it, Felix.” You roll your eyes and he groans. “Please, we don’t even get to hang out much anymore because you’re avoiding him,” He whines.

“Then just… arrange a time to hang out with me when Farleigh isn’t there.” You grimace at the feeling of his name in your mouth. Felix facepalms. “C’mon. Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, but…”

“It sounds like you think you know what happened.” You narrow your eyes and he seems confused. “What?” He tilts his head.

“Lola told me you’re spreading rumors. Like, that Farleigh and I had some fling over the summer,” You explain, and he glances down like he’s been caught, before looking back up with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“What, you thought no one would hear you two fucking at one in the morning? You guys were so loud, it’s like you wanted to be caught,” He chuckles and shakes his head. Your face burns beet red with embarrassment.

“I don’t judge you for it. I just didn’t expect it,” He says. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean you go telling everyone about it,” You reply.

“I didn’t mean to. I told one person in confidence.” Felix says. “You know you can’t trust these people to keep things to themselves,” You shake your head in disappointment.

“Okay, I’m sorry. But I think Farleigh really wants to talk to you.” He says, his tone persuasive and you immediately cringe.

“I’m not talking to him. Nothing will come of it,” You finish off your beer and set the glass on the table decisively.

“I just don’t want our friendship to be messed up because of this.” He says, sounding a bit sad. You look back up to him and see him glancing down at his lap.

“We’re good. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.” It comes off harsher than you meant it to, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind. “I can’t just forgive and forget, you know?”

He nods. “Yeah. Alright, then. Just consider talking to him. I’ll see you later, mate.” He drums his fingers on the table before standing up and walking to the bar. You sigh and decide to pack up your things after checking your watch and seeing the time. It’s getting late.

You stand up and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You walk out of the pub and down the cobbled streets while looking around and just observing the several groups of students, chatting loudly or laughing. The chilly autumn breeze tosses around crimson and golden leaves.

You go over your plans for the remainder of tonight in your head. You’re going to get back to your dorm, take a shower, then get the rest of your work done. That is, if you don’t procrastinate like you usually do.

You enter your dorm building and then stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, at the bottom of the stairs. It’s like you have a full body reaction to him standing in front of you, sending a chill down your spine and making your stomach churn. He doesn’t speak, he just stares at you. You step forward, walking up the stairs and completely ignoring him. “Can we please talk?” Farleigh calls your name.

“No, we can’t.” You respond, your tone harsh and bitter. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs behind you and you increase your pace, trying to get to your door and unlock it before he can catch up to you. But it’s no use, he’s already standing there behind you.

“Please. Just let me talk to you,” He begs. You shake your head. “Farleigh, I already know how this is going to go. You don’t talk.” You can’t even stand to look at him, even addressing him is difficult after all these months of not speaking.

“I’m going to talk. I swear. Please,” He pleads. “Fine,” You groan with exasperation as you unlock your door, although you’re sort of curious as to what he’s going to say.

He closes the door behind him and you go to sit on the edge of your bed after setting your things down and kicking off your shoes, looking at him expectantly. “Okay, talk.”

“I’m sorry. For everything.” Farleigh says, and it surprisingly sounds sincere. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you all these years. And those things I said at Saltburn, I didn’t mean any of it.” His voice is quiet and he looks down at the ground as he speaks. You blink a few times and take a moment to respond.

“Why would you say those things if you never meant them?” You ask, your own voice timid as you remember all the harsh and cruel words he said to you that one night.

“Did you mean it when you said you hated me and you wished we never met?” He fires back. You bite the inside of your cheek and avoid his gaze as regret washes over you. “...I never said–”

“Yes you did.” It’s silent and the tension in the air is palpable. It seems like you’re both waiting for who is going to speak next, but you aren’t exactly sure what to say.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to apologize when you’ve literally hated me since the day we first met,” You chuckle sarcastically and shake your head. He falls silent, and when you glance back up to him, he looks nervous, like something’s on the tip of his tongue.

“That’s not… exactly true.” He mutters. “I never hated you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. That night at Saltburn, when Felix introduced us to each other. I saw you and I just felt… Something just came over me. I’d never felt it before. I mean, I was so captivated by you. I couldn’t sleep that night because I was thinking about you every second. And I was scared. I was so scared. So I was mean to you.”

He lets out a breath after his confession and you stare at him in disbelief. You’re barely processing anything he’s saying. Is this real? You feel like you should pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“And Felix never kept his friends around for long, so I knew I couldn’t get attached to you. I thought you were just passing by and that I would never see you again. But when you came back the next summer, then the next, and then you got into Oxford, I knew I was fucked.

“I just kept pushing my feelings down and instead of dealing with them, I was just… a bitch. I was trying to push you away and I was hoping that would get rid of my feelings. But it didn’t. And I regret it so, so much. I wasted all this time and I was being so stupid. I was just scared of love. I was scared of loving you.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You swear you can see tears in his own eyes.

“What about Sasha?” You ask when you finally gather yourself. “Really? You don’t know why I dated Sasha?” He chuckles a bit like it should be obvious. You shake your head no.

“I just needed someone to distract me. I got with all those people to fill the void. I mean, Sasha and I’s relationship was purely based off of sex. And every single time, I pictured that it was you instead of Sasha. I would close my eyes and imagine it was you. I think that was the only way I was able to get off,” He laughs. Your eyes widen at his words and your stomach flips. So that was why he was always moaning like a bitch?

“So when we finally… I freaked out. It was getting too real, and so I pushed you away again. And I said some shitty things.” You blink and a few tears fall. You don’t even know how to describe how you’re feeling right now. So many emotions are building inside of you, and they’re so dense and heavy, you’re not sure how to comprehend them.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry.” Farleigh seems to notice that you’re crying. “You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m a fucking idiot,”

Before you know it you’re off of your bed, crashing into him and sobbing against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, locking you in a tight embrace and enveloping you in his warmth. Your shoulders shake as you feel all the emotions pouring out of you. He holds you like he’s never going to let go. You don’t want him to let go. Ever.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispers your name into your hair. “I’ll never do that to you again.” He continues muttering these things to you as you let him hold you, melting into the hug.

You look up at him and his brown eyes are illuminated with affection. Something about him is different. He’s softer, unlike his usual cold and teasing personality.

He gently moves some hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, causing you to blush and smile softly.

“Why did we waste so much time when we could have been together?” You ask timidly, more of a rhetorical question. He sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Cause we’re stupid,” He chuckles and you let out a quiet laugh. “It doesn’t matter now. We have the rest of our lives to make up for it,” He grins down at you and you smile against his hand that cups your face. He leans down and you tilt your head up to meet his lips. The kiss you share is slow and sensual, like you’re both trying to savor each other for as long as possible, like you’re making up for all those years of fabricated hatred. You can’t deny that you missed his lips and the way that he kisses, the way his tongue licks into your mouth. He pulls away after a minute.

“But I still feel like I need to make it up to you,” Farleigh’s expression changes and his voice lowers to that familiar deep and gravelly sound. You can see the lust in his eyes and you feel butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“What should I do for you, baby?” His hands snake down to your hips as he lowers himself slowly to the ground until he’s on his knees. Your heart races and you feel chills racing across your skin.

He looks up at you and you swear your knees almost give out from underneath you just at the sight. “Far..” You giggle shyly and feel your face burn red.

His fingers fiddle with the waistband of your skirt, almost teasing you and waiting until you ask him to take it off. But after a moment he’s pulling it down gently, and you step out of it gingerly and nudge it to the side with your foot.

He groans and his hands roam up and down your thighs. “You’re so perfect,” He mumbles as he hooks your lace panties under his fingers and pulls them down as well, almost hurriedly this time like he’s just that eager to eat you out until you’re sobbing for him.

Without any warning or time to prepare, his mouth is already on you, tasting you passionately with his tongue and moaning, the vibrations going straight to your core.

You moan breathlessly, your hand reaching down to tangle in his curly hair for something to ground you, and he seems to like this. He keeps letting out these small, needy whines like he’s the one getting devoured.

Every swirl and flick of his tongue has you whimpering like you’re in pain, your legs feeling unstable and weak. He sucks on your clit and you feel two of his fingers already inching their way inside, curling inside of you deliciously. It’s all too much and your breath has turned into short, high-pitched, desperate huffs.

“Please- Shit, Farleigh,” The third finger he inserts draws a long moan out of you. You don’t care if your neighbors hear you. You’re too lost in the pleasure that he’s giving you, with no drawbacks or regret looming in the future. When you think about how he just confessed his love for you, it only brings you closer to the edge of your beautiful release.

He laps up your slick, his tongue getting dangerously close to your entrance. You gasp for air as his fingers leave, only to be replaced by his tongue. You whine at the new feeling of his tongue deep inside of you, his thumb circling your clit. You feel your climax approaching, threatening to make you crumble and beg for mercy.

A deep and guttural groan leaves him as he continues fucking you with his tongue. “Far, I’m close-“ Your hand twists in his hair and you roll your hips against his face absentmindedly, almost like you’re stuck in a trance.

His tongue slips out of you, his nose nudging against your clit. Then, you’re gone. You feel like you’re floating, like you’re the only two people in the world right now, all your thoughts disappearing as that divine ecstasy shoots through your veins and melts your muscles and your bones.

He stands back up and takes you into his strong arms, cradling you as he brings you over to your bed, with occasional kisses along the way. You both pull away to tear off your clothes. You hurriedly pull off your sweater and your bra and toss them aside, hearing them land somewhere on the floor. Farleigh takes his own shirt off and his jeans, revealing that beautiful body you’ve subconsciously been dreaming of.

“Lay down,” You tell him with some sort of newfound confidence. You’ve never been on top before, but right now you want to pay him back and give him all that you have to offer.

“Mmm,” He hums in response, laying down on your small, twin-sized bed. You climb onto the bed and straddle him, feeling slightly nervous as his hands rest on your hips. You keep your hands on his chest as you grind your hips down onto him, feeling the form of him through his boxers.

He’s rock hard, and it only encourages you to continue to grind against him, rolling your hips smoothly and slowly. He whimpers and grips your hips harder, biting his lip. “Fuck, baby,” He moans, his hips bucking up slightly to meet yours.

You can’t wait anymore. You reach down and maintain eye contact as you slowly pull down his boxers, shuffling them down his legs.

It’s definitely intimidating, but you’re determined to ride him. He looks up at you. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hands returning to your hips. You nod. “Yeah,” You reply before rising up on your knees and adjusting yourself before sinking down onto him.

You wince at the delicious pain as your teeth sink into the plush of your bottom lip, his hands guiding you further down his length. A string of curses leave his lips once his whole cock is inside of you. He definitely missed this.

You place your hands on his chest again as you begin to drag your hips back and forth. He whimpers and whispers your name like a prayer. “That’s it, fuck-“ His grasp on your hips tighten and you can already guess that you’ll have bruises.

You rock your hips back and forth, creating a better pace for the two of you as he thrusts up into you. That pained look crosses his face again as you make eye contact. You’re completely enthralled by the sight of each other, a sheen of sweat forming on both of your foreheads. Your head falls back once you finally find the perfect angle that brings you such satisfaction, your jaw going slack. “Baby,” He begs, breathing heavily.

You feel yourself growing tired from the fast rhythm, and you slow down, still circling your hips on top of him. He seems to sense that you’re growing fatigued, so he flips the two of you over, switching your places. You’re dizzy and caught off guard, but you focus on his eyes as he takes over, slowly thrusting into you with long strokes.

Farleigh reaches down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers together and holding on tightly. He lowers his head to pepper kisses across your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. He brushes some hair out of your face.

“I love you,” He mutters, his nose rubbing against yours. Your eyes widen at his words and your heart skips a beat. You squeeze his hand weakly and grin.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. “I love you so much,” You tell him, and he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck as he moans desperately, his thrusts faltering. Your other hand rests on the top of his head, stroking his curls. You both finish at the same time, whispering each other’s names and more confessions of love. It’s meaningful, beautiful, and sweet. Something you’ve craved but never experienced. That is, until now.

He collapses next to you and eventually pulls out of you, causing you to grunt just a bit. You lay there, your legs entangled with his and his arms around you protectively. He pulls the sheets over the two of you and continues to kiss you slowly with so much passion and affection.

Farleigh pulls away and swipes the tears off your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. You take his hand in yours once again and press your forehead against his.

“I could get used to this,” You whisper with a cheeky grin. He laughs softly. “Really?” He responds sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

“Really.” You giggle quietly and he presses another kiss to your cheek. “I would consider spending the rest of my life with you,” He shrugs nonchalantly and you can’t seem to stop smiling. You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy in your life.

“You’d consider it? Woah, thanks,” You say with fake awe, gasping. “I’ve been considering it for a while, actually,” He mutters, running his fingers through your hair. “Have you?” You whisper, suddenly feeling sleepy. Everytime he holds you like this, it puts you right to sleep. You feel so safe and loved in his arms.

“Mhm.” His other hand rests on the small of your back and you feel your eyelids growing heavy. “I love you, Farleigh,” You whisper. “I love you too.” He replies, and with that, you drift off to sleep, with no cares or worries in the world, now that you’ve finally solved your problems with Farleigh. You’re so glad you gave him a second chance.

The next morning you wake up to Farleigh pulling you closer to him, nuzzling his head in your chest and groaning. You yawn and glance over to your bedside table, checking the time on your alarm clock. 9:42 AM.

Shit. You forgot about your class. It started at 9:30. Oh well. You groan and let your head fall back onto the pillow, rubbing your forehead.You pat Farleigh’s head, his curls sticking out at awkward angles but still managing to look cute.

You shiver and reach down to pull the duvet over yourself. He stirs at your movement and eventually, his dark brown eyes open.

A grin immediately appears on his face as he looks at you, taking in your appearance. Thank God you hadn’t worn makeup the day before. You were in your natural state, besides the messy hair. He traces his finger along your jawline and you smile, tilting your head.

“Good morning,” He wraps you up in his arms again, desperate to be close to you. His voice is deep and raspy. You’ll never get tired of his morning voice.

“Morning,” You reply, snuggling up to him and breathing in his scent. He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back soothingly.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about waking up next to you?” Farleigh asks. You giggle quietly. “Well, your wish came true,” You reply with a quick raise of your brows.

Suddenly, you remember what Lola said that one night at Saltburn as you think about you and Farleigh’s relationship over the years.

“Lola told me something a few months ago,” You start. “Mmm, and what was that?” He responds.

You inhale slowly. “She said that you were looking for me one morning and you came by our dorm, and you seemed very worried about me,” You smile at the thought, knowing what you know now.

“Oh. Yeah, I remember that. I was always worried sick about you. Whether you got home after a night out, if you drank too much, if some guy took advantage of you…” He trails off and sighs.

“Really?!” You ask, gazing up at him in shock. “You’re so confusing,” You let out a breathy laugh and shake your head.

“Do you remember our first night at Oxford? The very first party we went to?” He asks. You nod. He fiddles with a strand of your hair.

“After our little… argument, I stayed away from you the rest of the night. But then it was getting late, and I couldn’t find you, and I didn’t know if you knew the way back to your dorm. When I went into the bathroom I found you passed out on the floor. Black out drunk.” He explains, his voice soft.

“Anyone could have found you, or taken advantage of you. So I picked you up and carried you back to your dorm and tucked you into your bed.” Your eyes widen as your brain registers his words. Lola never told you about that.

“And when we were talking that night on the steps outside at Saltburn when we couldn’t sleep, the first summer you were there, you fell asleep on my shoulder. So I carried you up to your room.”

It’s silent for a minute as you process this. Was it a common theme for Farleigh to carry you to your bed when you were passed out?

“I never knew you cared that much.” You whisper, reaching up to play with one of his curls. “I don’t think I knew, either.” He mumbles.

You kiss him, slowly and gently, smiling against his lips. He grins, breaking the kiss, before holding the back of your head and guiding you back to him.

And you really believe that in this moment, you could die happy. You want to spend the rest of your life with him. The hot August nights, the freezing December mornings, the summer days under cerulean skies. The good days and the bad days. You can’t even remember how it felt to hate Farleigh. Every single trace of dislike for him is gone, erased completely from your heart. All that’s left is a love too strong to comprehend.

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milaeth · 1 year

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hi!! can i request a mick fic where the reader is a f1 driver for mercedes, maybe she like wins the championship and mick finally confesses to her and its all fluff. they can be the friends to lovers trope. also can the reader be brazilian ( i'm one too so it be soo cool)

thank you so much, i love your writing. sorry for bad english, not my first language

୨୧┊ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ( mick schumacher )

✧.* pairings ─ mick schumacher x fem! f1 driver! brazilian! reader

✧.* genre ─ one-shot ⨾ fluff

✧.* summary ─ after you won the championship, you and Mick, your best friend and teammate, finally express your long-held feelings for each other.

✧.* warnings ─ none :)

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ i’m genuinely so sorry that this took so long! i had my final exams last month and school was literally kicking my ass lmao. the ending is kinda rushed but i hope you guys still enjoy this <3

as the sun set over the captivating race track, the cheers of the spectators grew louder, marking the end of an exciting formula one season. the scent of adrenaline was in the air, electrifying the atmosphere as anticipation reached its peak. among the talented drivers lining up on the grid was you, a brazilian sensation and the first female driver in formula one.

as a mercedes driver, winning the formula one championship was the ultimate goal for you. it had been a long and boring season with many ups and downs, but you had kept going. every race had been a new challenge, and you had to do your best to stay one step ahead of the competition.

finally, after months of grueling competition, the race that would decide the championship had come. this was the moment you had worked so hard for. the race was intense, each lap testing your skills and pushing you to your limits. yet you stayed focused, executed strategic maneuvers and maintained your lead over the other drivers.

when the checkered flag waved, you skillfully drove your mercedes across the finish line to win. the realization of having won the formula one championship immediately flooded over you. you had done it. you were the first female (not to mention brazilian) champion in f1 history, and the jubilation and relief were indescribable. as you stepped onto the podium, surrounded by the cheers of the crowd, you felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

your heart swelled with pride as you accepted the championship trophy and felt the weight of your accomplishment in your hands. the deafening cheers of the crowd were music to your ears, but your attention was focused on one person — Mick Schumacher.

he was standing in the middle of the crowd, looking at you with unwavering pride and affection, his broad and beaming smile directed only at you. your connection transcended the chaos around the two of you, and it seemed as if time had stopped. at that moment, all you longed for was to fall into his arms and share your triumph with the one person who was always there for you.

Mick, your best friend and reserve driver for mercedes, had been with you through every stage of the season and in life. he gave you unwavering support, encouraged you and believed in your abilities even when everyone, including yourself, doubted you. seeing his presence in the crowd, beaming with pride, filled you with gratitude and joy. and suddenly you felt tears forming in your eyes.

afterwards, you left the podium and rushed toward Mick to hug him. the embrace was a whirlwind of emotions — gratitude, happiness, and the realization that this triumph was not all yours. it was a testament to the unwavering support, dedication and belief of your team, loved ones and fans.

Mick's strong arms wrapped gently but firmly around you as he pressed his face to your neck and held you close. "I'm so, so proud of you," he whispered softly against your ear, "you did it, you proved everyone wrong!" you laughed, and tears of joy ran down your face as the cheers of the crowd still echoed around you. a few more whispered words were exchanged between the two of you, and it really did seem like a dream. everything felt unreal.

the moment ended abruptly, however, when your team came to pick you up to continue the festivities and you found yourself longing for more time with Mick. "i need to talk to you!" you heard him shout after you as one of your engineers and friends led you through the boisterous crowd. as you turned, you caught a glimpse of his cheerful expression, but his eyes conveyed a sense of seriousness that suggested what he wanted to discuss was important.

"we'll talk later, i promise!" you exclaimed, and as you looked back, you noticed him nodding and smiling. your engineer then quickly led you around a corner and to the team's celebration.

∿

the air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses and heartfelt congratulations as you celebrated the victory with your team. you couldn't escape the surreal feeling that surrounded you as you celebrated with your teammates, mechanics and other members of the mercedes family. all the hard work, sacrifice and relentless pursuit of your dreams had culminated in that triumphant moment. the weight of the championship trophy in your hands was a constant reminder that you were now part of formula one history and would forever go down in the annals as the first female and brazilian champion.

you tried to focus on the present moment and enjoy the joyful atmosphere of the team's celebration, but your thoughts kept drifting to Mick, his smile, and the urgency in his voice as he had called out to you.

what could he possibly want to discuss?

the thought piqued your curiosity, prompting you to take a quick glance around the room to spot Mick in the crowd. but to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. you quickly figured that he must’ve left the party only a few hours into the celebration, and you wondered where he had disappeared to. could he have returned to the hotel? why did he leave so suddenly? your desire to be alone with him for a moment grew stronger, and you were eager to find out what he wanted to talk about. should you go after him? the only problem was that you had no idea where he had gone.

as you stood there pondering your next move, you decided to ask for advice from someone who might have seen Mick leave. you scanned the room, looking for a familiar face in the sea of happy people. spotting one of your good friends and mercedes teammate, Lewis Hamilton, you made your way through the crowd to him.

"hey, Lewis," you greeted him with a slight sense of urgency in your voice. "did you see where Mick went? he left the party, and i have no idea where he went."

Lewis, noticing the concern on your face, frowned and thought for a moment. "hmm, now that you mention it, i actually saw Mick leave. i think he said he needed some fresh air. maybe he went out on the terrace?"

relief washed over you as you thanked Lewis and quickly headed for the terrace. the cool night breeze brushed your face as you stepped outside and scanned the dimly lit surroundings for any sign of Mick. and there he was, leaning against the railing, his eyes fixed on the starry sky. a mixture of emotions rose within you as you approached him. part of you was worried about his sudden departure, another part of you was happy to finally be able to talk to him alone. you took a deep breath and gently called his name.

"Mick?"

he turned to you, a mixture of surprise and relief evident in his eyes, "i didn't expect you to find me out here." you smiled softly. "well, i couldn't just let you disappear without a word. what's going on, Mick? why did you leave the party so suddenly?"

he sighed, his gaze fixed on the table, then looked up and met your eyes again. "i needed some time alone to collect my thoughts. it's been a whirlwind of emotions, and i wanted to find the right moment to talk to you."

his words hung in the air, their weight reverberating inside you. in that moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. you took a step forward and gently squeezed his hands to reassure him. "Mick, you can talk to me about anything. i'm here for you, just like you've always been here for me."

a small smile played around his lips as he looked into your eyes, his look a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "i have something important to tell you, something i've held back for far too long," he began in a soft but determined voice.

your heart skipped a beat, hanging on his every word, anticipation rising with every second. he took a deep breath and continued in a sincere voice, "when i saw you reach such a huge milestone tonight, i realized i couldn't hold back any longer."

"hold back? Mick, what do you mean?"

he took a step closer, his voice full of vulnerability. "i've tried to deny these feelings for so long, for fear of risking our friendship. but tonight i realized i can't hide it anymore. i'm in love with you, i always have been. i've had these feelings for you since we became friends, but i've been too shy to tell you. all these years, it's always been you. you were my first love and still are. and in my eyes, you could be so much more than just my friend."

time seemed to slow down as Mick's words sank in, your mind and heart tangled in a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. the world seemed to stand still as you processed his confession. the intensity of his words reverberated in your head and mingled with the pounding of your heart. as you looked into Mick's eyes, you realized the depth of his feelings, the unspoken connection that had blossomed between you over the years. the weight of his words settled in your heart, and you felt your own feelings surge forward and intertwine with his.

you could no longer hold back your feelings and stepped closer to Mick, your voice full of honesty and vulnerability. "Mick, i... i felt something, too. something deeper than friendship. seeing you by my side, supporting me through thick and thin, made me realize that you've become such an important part of my life. i really like you, and i think i could easily fall in love with you over time."

a mixture of relief and joy streamed across Mick's face as he gently took your hands in his and intertwined his fingers with yours. in that moment, the world around you blurred, and all that mattered was the connection you had with each other. "i never want to keep you from anything, but i couldn't bear to hide these feelings any longer. whatever happens next, i want you to know that i'm here for you no matter what."

as he cupped your face with his warm hands, his gaze met yours, searching for the slightest sign of hesitation. but there was none to be found. you closed your eyes and surrendered to the moment, and he pulled you closer, his lips delicately brushing yours. the kiss was tender and filled with a depth of feeling that stirred your soul. each touch of his lips triggered a wave of excitement in you, and your heart raced in response. in that embrace, he kissed you as if the world would fade away, as if nothing else mattered but the connection you had with each other. in his arms you felt a deep sense of security, love and admiration. it was a moment etched in your memory, an experience of passion and intimacy that you would never forget.

don’t forget to like, comment & reblog (it’s very much appreciated <3).

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unyandere · 6 months

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Yandere bully x reader who uses Socratic irony

Tw: use of Socratic Irony, gaslighting (?), bulling (attempts), Yanderish tendencies (but like not soo strong), bad English

I don’t wanna explain briefly Socratic Irony, so, if you want to understand what it is, who used it (spoiler: Socrates), how it works and how it was applied,… I’ll leave it to you to discover.

And for more unyandered Yanderes look at the MASTERPOST

He awaited for you at the entrance of the school, trying to think of a new insult.

He already picked on you for being a loner, a nerd, a creepy library person who always read stupid ancient books or something like that,… He didn’t have any more adjectives or ways of describing your “bad” traits.

Maybe he should have gotten more physical and more prone to “use” you for his needs… He shook his head, it was too soon. For now he’d have fun teasing you until you finally lost your temper giving him a reason to put you against a locker, make you feel his breath on your throat and hit you until you were a crying mess just because of him and him alone, maybe after that you would do everything he says, you would become his daring partner, would stay at home and do everything for him and never see anyone else,… Not like you had any friend with which you could cheat on him.

He saw you approaching the school with your bag and books, you had… what was that book? The bully tried to see the title from afar but he couldn’t make out the words, he only saw the author. Plato.

“Hey, what’cha got there idiot?” He said, approaching you and taking the book from your hands.

“Now now, while I am definitely not an expert in Idiotology , while you might be, I am not convinced by your theory” you answered.

“My… theory?” He repeated, confused.

“That I am an idiot. I don’t believe I fit into the characteristics needed in a person to be an idiot” you explain.

“Why?” He asks.

“Would you describe what an idiot is to me?” You demand.

“You are an idiot, the other students are idiots, most teachers in this school are idiots,… is that enough?” He answers, a bit annoyed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make a precise question, I mean, what are the characteristics needed in a idiot” you explain.

“Uuuuh… Being stupid-“ he starts saying

“But what does being stupid mean? Is knowing things what makes people not stupid or is being wise what differentiates a stupid from a normal person? Would you say I’m stupid? We should know more or less the same amount of things since we go to the same school and we are in the same year” you say interrupting him

“I… Uuuh… W-whatever nerd” he mumbles perplexed

“What’s a nerd in your opinion?” You ask

“I… A nerd is a loser” he answers trying to make you shut up

“What does being a loser mean? Is staying alone a loser thing?” You continue to question, making him pretty much desperate.

“Uuuh… yeah, being a loner is a total nerd thing” he answers.

“But being able to stand a life of loneliness isn’t a brave choice? After all ermits get praised for living alone… Being able to stay alone means that someone is enough for themselves, which means they love themselves and loving ourselves isn’t the first step into loving others?” You continue to ask

“…I mean, kinda?” He answers unconvincingly.

“So doesn’t it mean that nerd are the ones who love the most?” You continue to ask.

“I… I guess” he answers.

“But aren’t lovers the happiest people on earth?” You ask.

He thinks at himself in love with you.

“I suppose” he answers.

“And aren’t happy people winning in their life?” You ask.

“Yeah, duh” he answers.

“So… couldn’t we say that nerds are winners and we should all aspire to become nerds since nerds reach happiness?” You ask.

He nods convinced.

Then he stops, realising in what he agreed.

“Wait… what?”

#male yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #parody #Socratic irony #used in an actually useful manner #yandere bully #I thinks Socrates would be proud of me #or maybe not

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stxrslut · 6 months

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hello love <33 after rewatching grey's anatomy i just need to read something about doctor!jj, just imagine him in blue scrubs 😩 taking care of reader, maybe she had an accident and he's the one who has to take care of her and she's extremely stressed and he's so gentle and everything:( you can add whatever you want sweetheart or change it if you would like!! i already know it will be soo good xx take care of yourself, mwah 😽 (also sorry for my bad english ☹️)

oh oh oh my gosh. this has awakened something in me and we must all push the doctor!jj agenda IMMEDIATELY!!

(reader has a sprained wrist and a small head injury)

just being sat upright on the er bed looking all panicked, clutching your arm to your chest. your face all scrunched up in discomfort cause your head is throbbing and you feel really dizzy.

you barely notice it when he shows up infront of you, sitting down on the stool by your side and putting some gloves on. “good evening miss uhhh—” he picks up your chart to check your name before finishing his sentence up.

you smile uneasily, feeling ever so awkward, because this guy doesn’t look too far off of your own age, and he’s cute. “hi,” you speak shyly. you’ve never liked doctors, let alone going to them alone.

“what seems to be goin’ on with you then?” he smiles, his gaze reassuring as he notices your own nerves.

“uhm… I- I hit my head and fell down.. I think my wrist is sprained or something…” you explain your situation, looking with wide eyes as he begins to check you out.

“right,” he nods, confirming he’s heard as he puts his stethoscope to your chest “breathe in— have you had any dizziness? nausea or vomiting?” he questions you as he works, eyebrows furrows in concentration.

“I’m a bit dizzy… ‘n I threw up like half an hour ago.. that’s when I decided to come in here…” you inform him, leaning forward to let him put the stethoscope on your back when he asks it of you.

“that was a good call.” he nods, “you mind if I take a look at that wrist of yours?” he cocks his head, waiting for you to let him.

when you do he concentrates on that, still managing to make small conversation with you. he’s a really nice guy, you come to realise. he cracks little jokes when he notices you’re feeling uneasy, and he helps you breathe deeply when you’re in a bit too much pain.

he wraps your wrist up in a bandage and gives you a painkiller for it. “okay so— take one of these pills in the morning too, cause you’ll have a killer headache. your arm should be absolutely fine, just no heavy lifting for a couple of weeks and come back in two weeks for a checkup. any loss of consciousness, vomiting more than twice, loss of vision just come right back.”

you nod, taking in all the information and making all the mental notes you need to. you hop off the bed “thank you very much doctor Maybank.”

he chuckles, giving you a charming smile “please, call me jj. see you in two weeks.” the last thing you see before you leave is his sly little wink as he cleans up the station.

#I actually love doctor!jj so much now omg #anon #lily writes 🌷#doctor!jj #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj x reader

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pjo-tvs-version · 12 days

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Now that the Wrath of The Triple Goddess preview is out, I have a few thoughts on it. I am making 3 posts for each chapter so this is for the first one. In case you haven't read the Chalice of the Gods yet (read it NOW it's soo good) be warned there maybe spoilers below.

The chapter title "I have an accident in the principal's office" is so closely linked to the prequel book's title which was "I accidently get flushed" and I'm already loving the continuity. The fall season vibes are spot on. Percy sassing Hera in his internal monologue is dam funny. I love his humour soo much. Percy being sus about everything being peaceful for 3 weeks is soo real of him because I feel that too. Like in school I didn't get homework for a weekend and then I know I will most probably have a surprise test on Monday. And also it just shows how fed up he is of everything around him. Give this boy a break like seriously (don't I need Percy to be more tortured for more pjo content I'm soo sorry Percy)

Percy falling off to sleep in English class and jolting awake and shouting "themes" got me chuckling. He was seriously trying and was prepared to answer and poor boy. Also I would like to draw your attention to the theme he was going to talk about- "free will versus fate". Percy oh gosh he was feeling this one on another level. Curse you Zeus (but thank you for being a moron since I can read Percy's internal monologue once more.)

Then Percy just being like how is this creepy lady going to kill me is just... Like I can't decide whether to laugh or be concerned about his mental wellbeing. Anyway to quote from the chapter,

" Hi, I’m Zeus. It’s always I am the Thunder-Maker, the Paranoid Patriarch, Heavenly Adulterer, Lightning Britches, King of Luxurious Beard Products."

I don't know why I'm loving this soo much. I was laughing out loud at 11 at night as read this. Continuing, Percy using the technique Annabeth told him to keep him calm is soo cute. Hermes quest was to go waterskiing with Percy? EXCUSE ME? Was he being nice and even Aphrodite like fetching a box of cupcakes. Percy my boy I feel soo bad for you. Hecate revealing her godly form or whatever portion was creepy though. And then she says this???

“See you tonight, then,” she said. “Ciao.”

LIKE SERIOUSLY HECATE????? AND CIAO???? SHE IS ITALIAN OR SOMETHING???? Anyway the chapter ends with Percy saying that he needs to find Annabeth and Grover but BEFORE that he needs to change his undershorts!!! Percy is the most hilarious person and relatable person to exist (change my mind).

Overall a great first chapter because I'm already hooked. The fed up Percy is soo real and I'm just waiting for 24th September (why can't you come faster)!!! Anyways posting for chapter 2 soon :)

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lillysturns · 3 days

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Breathtaking - matt sturniolo

Based on this request

Summary: You and matt get invited to a birthday party and with the dress code being dress, (for the girls obviously) you struggle a bit.

Warnings: A little cursing here and there but else none just total fluff. :)

Reminder: English is not my first language so i’m sorry if there is any misspellings, also my first fanfic so i’m sorry again if it’s bad or not what you wanted!

Me and Matt are sitting in the kitchen, when my phone alarm goes off. “Fuck, that scared the shit out of me” he says and dramatically puts a hand on his chest.

I chuckle slightly, then press the alarm away and stand up from my chair. “You gonna get ready now too or no?” i ask him while leaning against the kitchen counter. “Mh, give me ten minutes and i’ll start” he says while also standing up and walking over to the couch to sit down.

I sigh and walk into our bedroom, closing the door behind me. I sit down at my makeup desk and pull out my phone to connect it to my speaker, because i wanna listen to music. The music starts playing and i start doing my makeup while vibing a little, since my favourite song is playing.

After around 30 minutes i’m done with my makeup and spray on some setting spray on it, smiling at myself in the reflection slightly. I get up from my chair and open the bedroom door to see what matt is up to, obviously he’s still on the couch not getting ready.

“Matt i swear you better get ready now” i say while looking at him, laying on the couch and watching some lacrosse game. He looks at his phone and sees the time. “Oh shit, yeah babe don’t worry i’ll get ready now-“ he stops mid sentence and looks at you, “Wow you look stunning” he says while getting up and walking over to me. I smile shyly and shake my head.

“Don’t lie, lying is not good you know?” i say as i softly press a finger against his forehead. He just laughs slightly and kisses me softly. I kiss him back and swing my hands around his neck, then pull away from the kiss. “I still have to change, ill be right back and while i’m gone you better be getting ready” i say while giving him a quick peck on his lips, then disappearing into the bedroom to get changed.

I hear him chuckle from outside the bedroom and slightly smile, then walk over to my wardrobe and search for something to wear. A second after i begin searching, my best friend calls me, i obviously pick up.

“Hey girl, soo i hope you didn’t forget about the dress code i made for us girls” she says with alot of excitement. Then it hits me, i have to wear a dress which i normally don’t do because i hate wearing tighter clothes. „O-oh yeah no, i didn’t forget…” i say while looking at myself in the mirror. “Okay amazinggg, see you soon girly love ya!” she’s says and hangs up.

The moment she hangs up i look into my closet, hoping to find a wider dress. I finally find a little bit wider one and put it on, but the moment i put it on tears well up in my eyes. “I can’t wear a dress i feel too big” i think to myself while trying to hold the tears back. Moments later matt comes in.

“Okay you ready sweetheart because-“ he stops talking once he sees that i’m on the verge of tears. “Baby what’s wrong?” he says while going up to me and lifting my chin up with his fingers, so i look at him.

“I look stupid in this, matt” i say while looking at him with teary eyes. He shakes his head. “You look perfect in that dress, it suits you so well” he says while softly caressing my cheek. “B-but look at my tummy” i say while turning around to look in the mirror again. “Beautiful yes, now stop looking at your reflection” he says while trying to cover the mirror with his big hands.

I chuckle softly seeing him struggling to cover the mirror. “See that’s what i wanna hear, non of that other stuff okay?” he says while pulling me into a hug. I instantly melt into the hug and smile against his chest. “I wish you could see yourself with my eyes, because you’re literally breathtaking” he says while holding me close. “Stop it, im gonna cry” i say while looking up at him.

“No no, no crying here” he says and lifts me up. “Heyy let me down” i say while squealing slightly. He shakes his head and spins me around before setting me back down. “You ready to go, pretty girl?” he says while taking my hand, intertwining fingers with me. I just nod and smile at him.

“I’m so happy to have you, you know that?” i say while we walk out the bedroom, leaving for the party.

I really hope yall like this and if anyone wants to be on the tag list let me know!

@honeybee240 here you go!!

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mah-t-wordblog · 4 months

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hello, I am back once more! ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉ I got a new request because AAAAH THAT NEW EPISODE WAS JUST PERFECT !!! I still haven't recovered from watching it and I'm soo GLAD you watched it too now so my request wont spoil anything for you (^ω^) SMILING MUICHIRO IS TOO ADORABLE!!!! AND WHAT'S UP WITH THE NAME OF THE EPISODE BEING LIKE THE FIC YOU WROTE, IT EVEN HAD KANAMORI IN IT LIKE THE FIC!!!! (*≧∀≦*) And that brings me to my new request! Can you please write lee!Muichiro and ler!Tanjiro after they have their paper plane contest? Because that paper plane moment was CUTENESS OVERLOAD! I LOVE THE SYMBOLISM AND EVERYTHING, IT MADE ME SO. HAPPY!! I LOVE HOW TANJIRO AND MUICHIRO ARE ABSOLUTE BESTIES NOW AAH If possible, can you include Kanamori as well please because he's just amazing and I love how he and Muichiro are always connected now (^-^) If you need to decline then thats alright, no worries!

I hope you've been well and you're having a good day! PS. sorry for screaming so much in my message (*･ω･)

I wrote that one fast cause I was in the mood haha now I have to go back to my list 😊 u can scream all u want DONT WORRYYYYYYYY

Paper Plane Competition

Draw by hana_ni_nare_haru_yo_koi 👆

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Tanjiro Kamado

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Ships: NONE (or Tanjiro x Muichiro if you want)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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“Muichiro! Muichiro!” Tanjiro came running towards the boy

“Tanjiro? Haven’t you left yet?” The boy turned to see who was calling him

“No, I needed to go back to make you a proposal” the boy panted

"What?"

“A rematch!”

"Again?" Muichiro laughed “do you still think you can beat me?”

"Yes! Ten rounds, if I win just one you lose!” Tanjiro said excitedly

“And what do you get if I lose?”

“I’m going to tickle you~”

Muichiro widened his eyes “what? Out of the blue?"

"Yes! To cheer you up a little, I know you get really tired with all the training you have to do with the others.”

Muichiro thought for a while “okay… but if you lose, I’m the one who will have that right”

Tanjiro already expected this, in fact this was all an excuse for him to win and make Muichiro relax a little, if he loses, at least it will have been worth it, right?

“Kanamori-san! Kanamori-san!” Muichiro ran into the house where the man was staying and asked him to come and help count the points.

“Alright, do you two have your paper planes yet?” The man asked the two

"Yes!" Tanjiro responded excitedly

Muichiro just smiled

“Ready? Then 1… 2… 3… go!”

The two planes were thrown, to the surprise of zero people, Muichiro's plane flew further

Tanjiro sighed

“There are still nine matches” Kanamori said, laughing a little because he knew Tanjiro didn't have a chance.

Second match: Muichiro

Third: Muichiro

Forth: Muichiro

Fifth: Muichiro

Sixth: Muichiro

“You haven’t given up yet?”

“I going to win” Tanjiro said determinedly

Seventh: Muichiro

Eighth: Muichiro

Ninth: guess what? Muichiro

“It’s the last chance, Tanjiro” Kanamori warned

Tanjiro sighed “ahhhhh, I need to win!”

Muichiro smiled, he felt a strange urge to do something unusual

He felt a little embarrassed but he did it anyway

“1… 2… 3… go!”

The planes were thrown, Tanjiro's continued forward, but Muichiro's turned back

"What?" Kanamori exclaimed “Tanjiro’s victory?”

“Muichiro! You let me win?” Tanjiro asked the other

"M-me-"

“You wouldn’t make your plane do that by accident” Tanjiro smiled “why did you let me win?”

“I just… thought it wouldn’t be so bad…”

"What? For me to tickle you?”

“I-I like to smile” Muichiro said embarrassed

Kanamori sat on the floor and waited for what was to come.

“Muichiro~”

"Don’t do that!" Muichiro said laughing, he felt more foolish in Tanjiro's presence

Tanjiro jumped on top of him, tickling him all over his body.

“Nohohohohoho, Tahahahahanjiro”

“You should be more understanding with other hunters, don’t you think?”

Muichiro shook his head

“Are you that cruel?”

“I think Mr.Tokito just needs a good lesson, why don’t you teach him Mr.Kamado?” Kanamori commented as he was watching the two fighting

"You’re right!"

Tanjiro tried to tickle the boy a lot, touching his weakest spots, especially his belly.

“TAHAHANJIROHO”

“Don’t say it like you didn’t want me to do this, you let me win!” Tanjiro laughed

Muichiro blushed a little more at the statement, who doesn't like to laugh sometimes, right?

“Can you be more understanding with the other swordsmen?”

Muichiro said yes with his head

“You can't be loved like that just with me, Muichiro, give that smile to others and make them try even harder, okay?”

“YEHEHEHEHES, NOHOW STOHOHOP”/

"Okay, okay"

Tanjiro laughed

Muichiro curled up with a ball to protect his body from the sensations

“Thank you for always making me smile, Tahanjiro” he said

Tanjiro smiled

“Who doesn’t like to smile, right?” Kanamori said, helping the boy to get up “you don’t need to be ashamed of this, Tokito”

Muichiro smiled “it looks good to me”

Tanjiro smiled "now I'm going to training with Miss Kanroji, thanks for everything Muichiro"

“I appreciate it, Tanjiro, I’ll try to be more understandable to others” he laughed

“If you need it, send your sword so I can sharpen it, Kamado” Kanamori completed

"Of course sir! Thanks!"

Tanjiro ran towards the horizon, until he was out of sight of the two.

“This boy is special, isn’t he?” Kanamori said

“Well, he reminded me of everything that is most important to me, he is special” Muichiro said smiling

Kanamori poked him “your smile is beautiful”

Muichiro laughed and walked away “stop it”

They both left laughing

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#tickle fic #demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #kny tickling #lee!muichiro #ler!tanjiro

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franklysirius · 5 months

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Marauders aren’t’ stupid :

• James is a little prick that is quite good at a lot of subject but he only master the one he actually likes

•Remus need to study to have good grades he’s clearly not gifted but manage to have the best grades

•Pete got anxiety so it’s really complicate for him to work, if he got motivation and is in the mood to work he will neglect all his body’s basic need until it’s done

• Sirius seem like the one who never work, people never saw him open a book to study a new subject, at one point peter was really curious because this b*tch have one of the best grades of the class and that is not possible. So he just ask the question one day and Sirius is surprised because « didn’t you study the school program when you were a kid ?” And James Peter and Remus are so confused because wtf.

But yea basically Walburga stole sirius and Reggie’s childhood by making them learn all the fcking program in advance and because she’s such a great mom sirius had no choice than to know word by word every subject so yea this man isn’t a genius he’s just a children that try to survive and make his mother proud.

#I’m sorry my english is soo bad #walburga's a+ parenting #i want to adopt him #sirius angst #sirius black #sirius black need a hug #probably regulus too #marauders #wolfstar #peter pettigrew #james potter #regulus black angst #remus lupin

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A little more ~ Seonghwa x Reader

Notes (please read): So hello y’all<33 This is my first fanfic AND English is not my first language, so I really hope it won’t be too bad helpp- It’s based on “A Little More” by Lim Jisoo, please listen to it, it’s such an underrated song and I’ve been listening to it soo much lately :> I’ll try to sneak a few lyrics in, so if you listen to the song while/before reading, you can maybe hear the lyrics replay in your head (I’ll most likely change them up a bit so they don’t sound so weird tho)<3 Also, if you like this, please try to boost it so I can gain reach a bit faster, I’m really afraid that this will flop TvT I’ll also reply to every comment, so if you have something to say, please go ahead<33

pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x fem! reader

warnings: fluff so teeth rotting, it has you ready for a dentist visit, pretty cheesy, swearing, toxic friends (no physical harm), reader is sometimes talking to herself, everything goes pretty fast

tropes: love at first note, (implied) one true love

word count: 3512

summary: Seonghwa is out with his friends for a fun karaoke night, but when he returns from the toilet, he walks by a room out of which a beautiful song, well, rather a beautiful voice comes and fills his whole body (let’s just ignore that these rooms should be soundproof). Not finding the courage to ask the dark silhouette standing in the karaoke room for the song name, he writes a message on a tissue and slides it under the door.

Here’s the link for the song again<3

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Fast steps fill the hallway. The dark haired man is searching for the karaoke room he and his friends booked, but suddenly he slows down and finds himself standing in front of a door. It’s not the one to the room his friends are in, but the intriguing voice which makes its way to his ears seems to stop him. His curious eyes are searching through the darkness of the room to finally see the silhouette of a girl standing in front of the karaoke machine, her back turned towards Seonghwa. Almost in a trance, he listens to the relaxing music complimenting your voice perfectly. Should he ask you for the song name? He wishes he could, but he can’t find the courage to knock on the door in front of him and interrupt you. His eyes proceed to search for any other way to ask for the song, or even your name, and luck seems to be on his side today. Quickly grabbing a tissue and a pen - which some staff member probably dropped as they were in a hurry - he scribbles a few sentences on the fabric. After sliding it through the small gap under the door, he quickly stands up and continues on his way back to his friends, the melody not leaving his head.

“No fucking way.” “Yes I knowww, I’m sosososo sorry again! We’ll make it up to you next time, yeah? Really!” Not even a second later the call ends. You stare at the now dark phone screen, laughing and huffing in disbelief. Your “friends” just cancelled your plans. Again. You already rented the karaoke room for three hours for you and your friends and just finished with the first song so you can warm your voice up a bit, but it looks like your friends had better plans. You wouldn’t be so disappointed if this was the first time, if you weren’t paying with your own money and if this wasn’t one of the most expensive karaoke places your friends had picked without even asking about your opinion. But unfortunately that’s the case.

Before the tears could even begin to fill your eyes, you already grab your stuff and storm to the door. Almost reaching the door handle, you suddenly slip and fall, while a short scream exits your mouth. “Ouch, what the-“, you look down to your and stop mid sentence, noticing the item which made your body meet the floor so painfully. You reach for the small tissue and turn on your phone’s flashlight to make words written in a neat and elegant handwriting out:

Your voice is so pretty and unique, could you please tell me which song you were singing? I mean the one with the calming melody

Blinking dumbfounded, you reread the note. “Telling them which song I was singing-? How am I supposed to do that, no name, no telephone number. At least I only sang one song, so I know which one they mean”, you murmur. After reading the note a third time, a smile slowly creeps onto your lips. It’s not the fact that you don’t know who this wrote, but rather how they complimented you. It clears your bad mood up a bit and you feel the need to tell them the song name, however that’s supposed to work.

“What am I supposed to doooo”, you let yourself sink into your sheets, talking to none other than yourself. You would’ve called one of your super cool friends, but after the countless instagram stories they had posted, dancing and drinking in some pub after having to sadly call your plans off again, you quickly gave up on the idea. At this point you would’ve already confronted them, but considering that they were the only people you talk to in and outside of school, you’re too afraid to be blamed and left out even more, loosing all the remaining social contacts you try so desperately to keep.

Suddenly a thought crosses your mind. It might seem a bit unlikely to happen, but what if the ominous person shows up at the karaoke place tomorrow too? You turn around, now lying on your back and sigh: “It’s a try worth, right? Which room did I have today? 127? 143? NONO it was definitely 119.” You don’t even know why you’re so touched by this stupid little message, but the thought of having someone you really share something with (unlike your friends) just doesn’t plan to leave your mind anytime soon.

The next day at school passes regularly, excluding how you try to avoid your friend group, walking through hallways they probably never ever seen before, skipping lunch and keeping your head down, hoping that they won’t even try to look for you. Luckily you also caught the first bus after school ended, so there are almost no people you’re already familiar with. A relived sigh exiting your lips you drop on an empty seat and close your eyes, already worried about the next day.

“Excuse me? Could I please rent room 119?” You smile awkwardly, recognising the receptionist from yesterday. He looks at you hesitantly, you can almost hear him ask if you will also leave two and a half hours early and without the three people which supposedly should’ve joined you, but he doesn’t. Instead he smiles and tells you that the room is already taken. “Oh please wait, he reserved for two people, you had the room yesterday too right?” Now that he said it so blunt your cheeks start to light up. You mumble a little yes and try to look as unaffected as possible, which quickly becomes irrelevant after realising the boy, as you just found out, probably reserved for the both of you and that he’s waiting in exactly the room you had, like he knew you’d think the same way as him. “Uhm yes?” “Great, follow me please- Or can you find the room again?” Politely declining, you turn around and quickly walk towards the door, trying to suppress a wide smile from your lips.

“Ahhh what should I say to him noww?” You nervously tap your foot on the ground and stare holes into the door. Shaking your head and after taking a deep breath you swing the door open, just for the air to be knocked out of your lungs again: The boy, who’s just sitting on the couch, if without doubt the most gorgeous and elegant person you’ve ever laid your eyes on. “Oh, so you must be the girl from yesterday?” “…” “Are… you alright?” Suddenly awaking from your trance, you blink and start to splutter a bit: “Ehh yeah- Yes that’s me, uhm my name is yn, yours?” He starts smiling - which makes your heart bounce and cheeks uncontrollably light up - and tells you his name in return. ‘Park Seonghwa’, a world stopping beauty with a pretty name, if his personality’s as good as the rest, you’re ready to sign him up for marriage on the spot. Not being able to stop smiling, you sit down beside him after asking for his approval and start a little conversation.

At first it was a bit awkward of course, but after you found a good topic, you both loosen up and seem like you won’t be able to stop talking and laughing together, like you’ve been friends for years. The hours vanish like seconds and neither of you realise how late it has gotten.

A sudden knock stops you from continuing your rant about people who chew with their mouth open, and Seonghwa takes a glance at the clock. „Oh shit we were supposed to get out of here like half a hour ago!“ After processing what he just said, you quickly get up, grab your stuff and sprint to the door, the tall boy right behind you. Bowing and excusing yourself you walk past the staff member and out of the building.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t look at the time.“ You turn and look at the cute apologetic look on his face. Not being able to prevent it, you chuckle and tell him that it’s alright. His face instantly relaxes and he laughs with you. „Do you want me to walk you home? It’s already so dark and I’m a bit worried about you“, he offers sweetly. „I have to go by bus, I really don’t want you to take a detour just because of me.“ „Oh! I have to go by bus too! We can at least walk to the station together, if we don’t even have too take the same bus!” ‘If he doesn’t stop smiling so cutely like that I’m seriously going to cry’ Instead of actually saying what you just thought, you return his little grin and just nod.

The walk is a bit calmer and a comfortable silence encases the both of you (I hope I can say it like that?) “Soo which bus do you have to take?” You tell him an he starts to smile, telling you he has to take the same one - which he in fact doesn’t, but the thought of you being alone in the dark has him feeling a bit off. If he would feel like that about other people too? Probably, but his feelings and thought are also oddly different when he’s with you.

Chitchatting a bit about this and that, the bus arrives and you continue your conversation after sitting down.

“Oh, I have to get off at the next stop”, you pout a bit and watch a frown appear on his face as those words leave your lips. “Do you really don’t want me to walk you home?” You try to show him the warmest and most assuring smile you have and tell him how your house is only two minutes away from the stop, which seems to calm him down. “Ah by the way! I forgot to tell you the song name, it’s-“ “No stop, tell me next time okay?”, he interrupts you swiftly. “Next time?” “If you’re willing to give me one?” You chuckle: “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Maybe?” You gently, jokingly punch his chest and start to already see your station in the distance. “Then I guess you better take my phone number now before I have to get off.” He pulls his phone out and opens it, already showing “add a new contact” on the screen, like he waited for you to give him your number. After you quickly filled the boxes in, you return the phone to him and stand up. “Text me then!”, you grin and walk out of the already opened doors.

The grin doesn’t leave your face until you drift away in the warm embrace of your bed, neither does the one on Seonghwa’s lips, even though he has to drive the whole way back and further now.

The days where you don’t see your sweet new friend feel endless, standing up at ungodly times, classes are even more boring, spending every damn break on the school’s roof to avoid your other friends, going home, doing the homework, eating, studying, sleeping and everything repeats again. Luckily there was only one day where you didn’t get to meet up. You only meet for lunch because school days are too busy, but today is Friday, which makes you unusually happy. Of course you’re always excited for Fridays, but this time it just feels more special.

You grin relieved, finally throwing your jacket off and jumping on the couch.

Hwa [2:47]

Are you free today?

Do you wanna meet up at my place? I don’t wanna go out to our cafe today :(

Your grin grows even wider.

Me [2:47]

Yeah ofc!! Do you live far from me? Can I go there by bike?

You don’t even wait for an answer before you already run towards your wardrobe, searching for your favourite outfit.

Hwa [2:49]

I’ll just send you the location

Should I pick you up tho?

| location attached |

You really can’t stop smiling like crazy and you also can’t tell why it makes you so happy that he asked if he should pick you up. “He’s so gentle and caring… Why didn’t I meet more people like him? Life would’ve been so much easier if I had some real friends- I should really stop thinking about them. I should rather ask how I deserved to meet Hwa. Okay, which hairstyle do I go for tho?”

After you’re done with your outfit and everything, you get your stuff together and pull your shoes on.

Me [3:00]

Nono I’ll just go by bus, don’t worry :D

“…Huh? That’s definitely not how he got home last time, I was the first one to leave and we took the same bus. Ahh I shouldn’t worry about it now as long as I’ll arrive at his home”, you mumble, looking at the route while waiting at the station. Just as the bus stops, “A little more” starts to play in your earphones, making you smile subconsciously. ‘Ahh I still didn’t tell Hwa the song name, the week was just so busy I forgot about it… I really have to do it today.‘

Just as you took the first ten steps out of the bus, your whole body stops moving, your hands drop and everything starts to turn, but not the people in front of you. “Ohh if that isn’t our sweet, dearest little yn. Do you maybe want to… I don’t know, apologise? Why are you not answering our messages and leaving us alone in the breaks? Girl this is literally so annoying, you know?“

You don’t move, neither do you speak, which visibly makes the girl in front of you angry. ”So, listen you stupid fucking-“

“Uhm, excuse me please”, the group turns around, moving aside for Seonghwa to walk towards you and ask with a cute little smile, “Do we wanna go in now? I was kinda worried you might wouldn’t find my apartment, so I’m her now.” You’re still not able to answer, but your friend already starts to talk again: “Oh my god who are you?” She eyes him up and down and grins stupidly. “So you’re friends with yn? Why didn’t you introduce us before? Don’t keep your handsome friends to yourself yn, are you single by the way, mr. handsome? I’m free this weekend by the way hihi.” Disgustedly raising his eyebrow at this horrible attempt to flirt, he looks down at your face, which finally shows some type of reaction. “If you excuse me-“, Seonghwa says still softly and gently grabs your hand, guiding you through the group and quickly to a building. “Wait, you forgot to give me your number!” Rolling his eyes he closes the door which he just opened for you both and walks to an elevator.

The silence is slightly awkward, but addressing the elephant in the room right now would’ve made it worse.

“You can leave your shoes and jacket here, do you want a glass of water?” You shake your head and smile at him, which he returns and your cheeks warm up. His smile always makes you feel all fuzzy inside, which is in fact not the greatest sign, falling in love with the only person you have right now was definitely not on your bucket list for this year. “Do you want to watch a movie with me? I think I still have popcorn left! Wait, let me see real quick.” As he walks away, he makes little happy jumps which results in him looks even more adorable than he always is. Your checks turn even redder and you’re sure you’ll never recover from this while slowly following him.

Seonghwa is already rummaging through a cabinet when you reach the kitchen, a few strands of his long black hair falling on his concentrated face, making you chuckle quietly. He looks up at you, his doe eyes making your legs weak, and smirks: “God you’re red, are you fine? I found the popcorn by the way, do you want it sweet or salty?” You clear your throat, lowering your head and telling him your preference. Still laughing he continues.

“Okayy it should be ready in 15 minutes, let’s pick out the movie now.“ You follow him to the living room, where he sits down on the couch and starts to scroll through Netflix. After you just stood there for a few seconds he turns his gaze to you and pouts, which makes your face burn again. “Why aren’t you sitting down? Are you really okay-? I’m starting to get worried, I should measure your temperature.” You wanted to stop him, but it was already too late as he gets up and suddenly presses his forehead against yours. “Uhmm I’m pretty sure you don’t measure temperature like that”, you manage to mutter, but he just laughs and lets his head fall from your forehead onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and giving you the warmest hug in forever. It feels special and caring, not like you didn’t expect that his hugs were like this or if you weren’t hoping to get one of them every single day, but the way his hands rest on your back and caress you so gently makes your body long for him more and more.

After standing like this for several seconds, Seonghwa slowly gets away from you, hesitantly asking: “Do you think you could… You know, tell me about who these people were and what they did to you? It’s nagging me since I saw your horrified face back then.” You look at his worried expression but don’t answer.

“I know it’s hard to trust me, that’s alright, considering how we don’t know each other for that long yet. I’ll wait for you, tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’m here with open arms.” You can’t help but chuckle, making Seonghwa’s gorgeous face clear up. “Okay okay Hwa, I’ll tell you. Let’s sit down though, if that’s alright.” He nods and wraps a blanket around you after you’ve made yourself comfortable on the pillowy couch.

You really try to hold the tears back while telling him anything in detail, but bringing all the memories and emotions back is just too much. Usually you don’t cry that easily and definitely not in presence of other people, but all the denied feelings break down on you. You lower your head, hoping the man in front of you wouldn’t notice, but of course he does anyways. Slowly bringing his soft hand up to your face, he swipes your tears away and strokes your cheek: “Don’t worry and please don’t cry, I guess you at least have me now, right? Shhh please don’t cry, c’mere.” Carefully skidding over to you he pulls you in another hug, this time it’s even harder for you to not completely loose yourself in his embrace.

As less tears drop on his neck and your muffled sobs get quieter, he assures: “I’ll be your best friend. I’ll always be there for you and never do such things as your stupid little ex-friends. I’ll be everything you ever wanted and won’t hesitate to hold your hand.”

You burry your head deeper in the crook of his neck and take all your courage together: “I don’t want you to be my best friend”, Seonghwa’s body tenses up and you notice a quiet “oh” from above you, “I want you to be more than that.” You sit up, looking at Seonghwa’s sweet eyes. “I know this all happened way too fast, but I couldn’t hold myself, you’re just too… perfect. I never had someone like you and after being alone for so long, you were just like a savior. I can’t really explain what I feel, but I hope you understand. I’m always on top of the world, because of you. All those little ‘dates’ just made me realise how important you already are for me. Seonghwa, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Silence. You don’t look at him anymore, gaze directed on your hands before your crossed legs. You can feel that you tear up again, so you press your eyes shut.

You suddenly feel hands on yours, which kind of startles you. “Please look at me, yn.” Sullenly you look up to meet his deep, dark eyes. “I know what you mean and feel. And I feel the same way. I think of you so often and my day is just not complete without having some kind of conversation with you, please, stay by my side. Forever. And come closer please, I want to hug you again.”

You two spend the rest of the day with eating the popcorn and watching Star Wars, Seonghwa also proudly showed you his Lego collection and cuddled with you until you both were about to drift into sleep. “Oh, by the way, the song I sung was ‘A little more’ by Lim Jisoo”, you manage to mutter before falling asleep.

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Please don’t kill me if this was shit<3

#ateez x reader #ateez #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #kpop

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