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pairings. — rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary. — no matter how long or short you love rafe cameron, it will never be easy.

warnings. — angst. fighting. kissing. no use of y/n.

song suggestion. — wildest dreams, taylor swift

notes. — someone help cause i am so bad at writing warnings for my fics, i feel like i never write enough for it. also, there are lines in here that are directly from the song.

The first time you see him, it feels like the world quietly shifts, and every moment before was just a prelude to this one — where everything suddenly makes sense, and your heart already knows a story your mind hasn’t yet figured out.

You don’t know his name yet — just the way his presence makes those around him shrink, like he’s one wrong glance away from showing everyone a side of himself that even he fears. There’s salt in the air, music thumping from somewhere behind you, and the kind of golden Outer Banks sunset that makes everything look softer than it really is.

But there’s nothing soft about him. He leans against the railing of the deck like he owns it, drink loose in his hand, eyes scanning the crowd with practiced ease. When those eyes land on you, something inside your chest stalls.

It’s not love. It’s not even attraction, not really. It’s recognition of a storm before it hits. And still — you don’t look away.

He notices that. Of course he does. A slow smirk tugs at his mouth, and he pushes off the railing, weaving through people like they’re just obstacles instead of human beings. By the time he’s in front of you, your pulse is louder than the music.

“You staring at me, or looking for a way outta here?” he asks, voice low, edged with something sharp.

You should ignore him. You should roll your eyes and walk away. You should do anything except what you actually do.

“Maybe both.”

His smirk widens, like you’ve just confirmed something he already knew.

“Rafe,” he says, like that’s explanation enough.

You give him your name, and for a moment — just a moment — his expression shifts. Something flickers behind his eyes, like he’s weighing whether your name will come to mean something to him.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, like he’s tasting it. “That suits you.” You don’t ask what that means. You’ll learn later that with him, questions are dangerous.

—

It starts like all reckless things do — fast, impossible to ignore. He finds you again before the night ends. Or maybe you find him. It’s hard to tell the difference.

By the time you’re sitting on the hood of his truck, legs brushing, sharing a joint neither of you really care for, the world has shrunk down to just the two of you and the sound of the ocean crashing somewhere in the distance.

"You're trouble," he states more than asks, watching you take a lazy drag, the ember of the joint illuminating your face.

"Only way I know how to be." Your hand brushes against his as you pass the joint back, your fingers lingering a second too long. "But you seem like the type who'd rather figure that out the hard way."

The corner of his lip twitches. Then he leans in just enough that you can smell the alcohol on his breath, the salt, and something darker underneath.

"Already figured it out.”

It should annoy you. Instead, it makes your stomach flip.

—

The first time he kisses you, it’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s like he’s trying to prove something — to you, to himself, to the universe.

You’re standing by the water, waves breaking at your ankles, the sound of music and waves crashing floods your ears. He says something that gets lost in all the noise, and then suddenly his hand is in your hair, pulling you closer, and his mouth is on yours.

It’s all heat, teeth, and desperation. It steals the air from your lungs. And you let it. Because for that moment, you feel like the center of something wild and unstoppable.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath uneven. "You gonna tell me to stop?" he asks, voice ragged against your lips.

You should. God, you should. But his hand is still fisted in your hair, holding you exactly where he wants you, and the ocean is cold around your ankles, and the taste of him is still all over your mouth. So you don’t.

—

You learn quickly that loving Rafe Cameron — if that’s what this even is — isn’t something that happens slowly. It crashes into you. It consumes. It burns.

One minute you’re laughing with him in the passenger seat, wind whipping through your hair as he drives too fast down some empty road, music blasting. The next, you’re watching his jaw tighten over something small, something stupid, and you can feel the shift before it happens.

The darkness. It’s always there. You just don’t always see it.

“Why do you do that?” you ask one night, after he spent the entire night avoiding you.

“Do what?” he mutters, lighting a cigarette.

"You know what," you say, crossing your arms, trying not to let hurt show in your voice. "One minute we're good, and the next you push me away like none of this matters."

He exhales smoke, eyes fixed somewhere far away. “Because it doesn’t.”

You don’t understand that yet.

You will.

—

There are good moments. You cling to them. The way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, like you’re something rare. The quiet nights when it’s just the two of you, lying in the bed of his truck, watching the stars. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You ever think about leaving?” you ask once. “Leaving what?” “All of this.” He scoffs softly. “And go where?” “Anywhere.” He turns his head, looking at you like the idea is both ridiculous and tempting.

“You’d get bored,” he says. “Not if I had you.” Something in his expression flickers again — that same almost-curiosity from the first night. “Yeah?” he murmurs. “Yeah.” He doesn’t answer. But his grip on your hand tightens.

—

You should’ve known it wouldn’t last. Things like this never do. Not when they’re built on something so fragile. Not when they’re fueled by something so volatile.

The first real crack comes on a night that feels too much like the first one. Music. Drinks. Too many people. You’re laughing with someone, and when you turn around, he’s there. Rafe. Watching. And there’s something in his eyes that makes your stomach drop.

“Can we go?” you say quickly, stepping toward him. “Having fun?” he asks, voice too calm. “It’s nothing,” you say. “I was just—” “I saw you.” “It didn’t mean anything.” “It didn’t?” The air between you shifts, sharp and dangerous.

“Rafe,” you say softly, reaching for him. “You’re overthinking—” He pulls away. That hurts more than anything else. “I don’t do this,” he says. “Do what?” “This.” He gestures between you like it’s something messy, something broken. “I don’t share.” “I’m not something to be shared,” you snap, frustration flaring. His eyes darken. “Exactly.”

—

The fight spirals. It always does. Words get thrown like weapons, things are said that can’t be unsaid. “You think you know me?” he demands. “I’m trying to!” you fire back. “But you won’t let me!”

"I'm not some puzzle for you to solve," he snarls, stepping closer. "I don't need your fucking understanding. I don't need anything from you." “No,” you say, voice shaking now. “You don’t get to shut me out and then act like I’m the problem when I try to understand you.”

“You don’t understand anything.” “Then help me!” “I can’t!” The words hang there, heavy. Honest. For a moment, neither of you moves. Then he laughs — but there’s no humor in it. “See?” he says. “This is why it doesn’t work.”

Your chest tightens. “Maybe it could,” you whisper. He shakes his head. “No,” he says. “It can’t.”

—

You don’t see him for a while after that. Days turn into weeks, and the absence feels louder than anything else. You tell yourself it’s for the best. You tell yourself you knew how this would end. You tell yourself a lot of things. None of them help. Because no matter how much distance you put between you, he’s still there — in your head, in your heart, in the quiet moments you can’t escape.

And then one night, like something out of a dream you can’t quite shake — he’s back. You’re walking along the beach, the world dark and still, when you hear footsteps behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know. “Hey,” he says. Your heart stutters. You close your eyes for a second before facing him. He looks the same. And completely different.

“What do you want, Rafe?” you ask, keeping your voice steady. He shoves his hands in his pockets, gaze dropping to the sand. “I miss you,” he says finally. It’s not dramatic. It’s not polished. It’s raw. Real. And it hits you harder than anything else ever has.

“You don’t get to do that,” you whisper.

“Do what?”

“Show up out of nowhere and say things like that, like it fixes everything.”

“I’m not saying it fixes anything,” he mutters. “I’m just…saying it.”

You shake your head, tears threatening. “You hurt me.”

“I know.”

“And you’re going to do it again.”

He doesn’t argue. That’s the worst part.

“I don’t know how not to,” he admits.

For a moment, the only sound is the ocean. You look at him — really look at him — and see all the things you tried to ignore before. The cracks. The chaos. The boy who never learned how to hold onto anything without breaking it.

"You deserve better," he says, but his eyes are dark and stormy, like he wishes he could be that "better" for you. "You deserve someone who can love you right." His voice catches on the last word. Love. Like it's something foreign and dangerous.

You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. I’ve heard that.” His eyes meet yours, something almost desperate there.

"And you deserve someone who doesn't fuck up every chance they get to be good for you," he continues, his voice low and rough. "Someone who doesn't push you away when you try to get close." He takes a step closer, the ocean breeze ruffling his hair.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t.”

“Yeah…maybe I shouldn’t,” he agrees.

You don’t move. Neither does he. Because despite everything — despite the fights, the hurt, the inevitability of it all — there’s still something here. Something wild. Something unforgettable. Something that feels a lot like the kind of love people write songs about. The kind that doesn’t last. But never really leaves you either.

He steps closer, hesitant in a way you’ve never seen before. “If this is it,” he says quietly, “if this is the last time…”

Your breath catches.

“Then what?”

“Then I want you to remember me.”

A sad smile tugs at your lips.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “Like this.”

You kiss him again. And this time, it’s different. Still intense. Still consuming. But softer, somehow. Like you both know exactly what it is. And what it isn’t. It’s not forever. It’s not safe. It’s not something that will grow old and steady and easy. It’s a moment. A memory. A wild, reckless dream you’ll carry with you long after it’s over.

When you pull away, your forehead rests against his, just like that first night.

“Say you’ll see me again,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard.

“I can’t.”

His eyes close briefly.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I figured.”

—

You walk away first this time. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done. You don’t look back because you know if you do — you won’t leave. And some part of you understands now that loving him means knowing when to let go, even if it means he becomes nothing more than a memory, a story.

Years from now, when you hear a certain song, or smell salt in the air, or feel the echo of something wild and fleeting — you’ll think of him. Of the boy with storm-dark eyes and a reckless heart. Of the nights that burned too bright and ended too fast. Of the way he loved you the only way he knew how.

And maybe, just maybe — you’ll smile. Because some loves aren’t meant to last. They’re meant to haunt you, to shape you, to remind you what it feels like to be completely, utterly alive. Even if it’s only for a moment. Even if it’s only in your wildest dreams.

[ © 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 ]

“Todd. Close your mouth before you start drooling.”

Jason snapped his mouth shut and glared at his younger brother. “Shut up.”

“She’s single.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“But now you know.” Damian smirked walking towards his art teacher.

Jason couldn’t even remember all the details of how he got roped into coming to Damian’s school art show. All he remembers is Bruce saying he needs a favor since he was out on an intergalactic mission and he wanted pictures. ‘Why me?’ Was Jason’s only question before getting hung up on. Now he’s here making googly eyes at Damian’s teacher.

So much for a quiet Friday.

“Ms. —“

“Damian! Hello! Oh! This must be-“

“My older brother. Not by blood, but a brother nonetheless.”

You paused before nodding, “of course. Hello, I’m Damian’s art teacher. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” You extended a hand to Jason. He whips his hand out of his jacket pockets and immediately takes it. “Jason….and likewise.”

“You must be flattered over Damian choosing you to be his muse!” You smile making Jason’s stomach flutter.

“He what-“

“I wouldn’t say muse. I’d say he’s easy to draw.” Damian looked away trying to hide his obvious bashful demeanor. You teased Damian a bit before guiding the both of them to Damian’s table. “I must say, he really put a lot of detail in your eyes.”

Jason stopped in front of the table, a framed charcoal drawing of a familiar rundown ‘54 chevy corvette with Jason holding the hood up with one hand and the other holding a tool.

“You drew this?” Jason felt a bit giddy seeing how good his arms looked in the muscle shirt and the first place ribbon placed at the top right of the frame.

“Obviously.”

You chuckled at Damian’s response, patting his right shoulder. “He put a lot of effort into it. I even told him he could apply for an art scholarship with this.”

“…..” Jason was a bit speechless considering he did think the ‘demon spawn’ would have drawn him as a stick figure than this detailed art. “It’s very good.”

“I know.” Damian shrugged though a small smile flickered on the corner of his lips. You looked back to Jason. “Do you want a picture together?” Jason snapped out of his sappy feelings and quickly searched for his phone. “Right, here you go.” He handed his phone over awkwardly posed next to Damian.

“Wow, I’ve never seen two people more tense.” You laughed while taking a few pictures.

“Todd’s not one for pictures.”

“You’re one to talk.” Jason scoffed shoving him off to the side and walking forward to get his phone back from you. As you hand the phone over to Jason, your fingers barely graze his, making him almost drop it. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine!” Your sweet voice was making his brain melt. Damian, however, was eating this up. “Ms. —-,”

“Yes, Damian?” You smiled down to him.

“My brother is single.”

“Damian!” Jason warned.

“He’s also very lonely.”

“Oh my god.” Jason wanted nothing more than to drop kick his brother.

“Do with that what you will.” Damian burns off to judge everyone else’s art.

You giggle before looking at Jason, “he’s quite the character, huh?”

“Oh, I know.” Jason stares daggers into Damian’s back as he was already across the room. “Are you interested in art as well?”

“I um…..was more of a literature kid growing up…” Jason trailed off, one hand reaching behind his neck to soothe his nerves.

“You do look like you read a lot.” You paused, “I’m so sorry I don’t know why I said that.” You flushed as you apologized.

“Was that a compliment?” Jason held back a smirk seeing you fumble your words.

“It was….something?” You look up at him. “Well, I should- go check on my other students. It was very nice meeting you, Jason.”

Jason felt his body heat up hearing you say his name. “You as well, Ms-“

“Call me —-” You waved a small bye before dashing to another table.

Jason watched almost in a daze.

“Did you ask her out?” Damian’s voice made Jason almost jump out of his skin. “What?! No! What is wrong with you?! I’m not dating your teacher!”

“….pathetic.”

“WHAT?!”

From there on out, Jason attended most of Damian’s art shows.

“Looking for Ms. —“

“What? No!”

“Confess your attraction. I can’t stand watching you yearn. It’s annoying.”

“YOU’RE ANNOYING, BRAT!”

If there’s any teacher reader x jason id read the fuck out of it

( diorsluv 2023 )

nhl + umich hockey x platonic!drysdale!reader,

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader,

temporary male!oc x reader

other tags will be revealed once the complete series is done!

prologue

part 1: ( not another take )

act i

part 2: ( oh, it’s like that )

part 3: ( i’m your dream come true )

part 4: ( when it’s on a platter for you )

part 5: ( then you pull back )

part 6: ( when i try to make plans )

part 7: ( more than two hours in advance )

act ii

part 8: ( i slam the door )

part 9: ( i hit ignore )

part 10: ( i’m saying “no, no, no, no more” )

part 11: ( i got you blocked )

part 12: ( after this, an afterthought )

part 13: ( i finally cut you off )

act iii

part 14: ( i feel so much lighter, like a feather )

part 15: ( with you off my mind )

part 16: ( floating through the memories )

part 17: ( like whatever, you’re a waste of time )

part 18: ( your signals ars mixed )

part 19: ( you act like a bitch )

part 20: ( you fit every stereotype, send a pic )

part 21: ( with you out my life )

act iv and epilogue coming soon!

bonus chapters

spider-man!lando

cw: strangers to friends to lovers, uni au, idiots in love, fluff fluff fluff, slight angst; comfort/hurt (reader comforting lando), sad and tired lando:::(((((, mention of blood/wounds/bruises.

words: ~1,5k

notes: hii i'm finally back:D, i've been thinking about abt spiderman lando for weeks now omg!!! anyway it took me so long to write this pls don't hesitate to leave feedbacks😭 enjoy<3

playlist (to listen to for a better experience !!!): daylight by harry styles, yellow by coldplay, sparks by coldplay (my fav song in the whole world)

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lando norris. the adorable, clumsy guy you spot every day in class. he's always in his own world, snoozing on his desk and consistently late –somehow managing to still have good grades. you've been watching him for a few weeks now, totally fascinated by the curly boy. a goofy smile always creeps onto your face when he does something silly like accidentally bumping into people and mumbling apologies or drooling on his notes while falling asleep in class.

oh, you definitely have a small crush on lando norris — or maybe even a big one. your mind has been filled with all sorts of ideas on how to approach him –daydreaming about it during class or as you're trying to fall asleep at night, finding yourself staring at your ceiling with a stupid grin, lost in thoughts of that adorable guy you've been keeping an eye on.

today, you stayed a bit longer in class, diligently recopying your notes from the previous lecture. however, you weren't alone; a dozing lando occupied a nearby table, blissfully drooling on his notes. concentration became a struggle as you wrapped up quickly, sighing as you stole glances at the dreamy boy. rapidly packing your bag without a sound, you approach him, taking a moment to admire the sleepy boy, a smile instantly gracing your lips as your heart melts. inhaling deeply, you find the courage to gently tap his shoulder.

"hey," you softly whisper, lando whimpering and stirring slightly. patiently, you wait, hoping his eyes will finally open. when they don't, a suppressed giggle will finally open, and you tap his shoulder again, a bit more insistently this time.

"wake up!" you whisper-scream, a blush coloring your cheeks as a hint of regret surfaces –maybe it was too much, maybe you should have let him sleep, uncertain if he'd appreciate your wake-up call. his eyes eventually flutter open, struggling to grasp the situation. once he does, he clears his throat, quickly fixing his posture and adjusting his glasses. the sight makes your heart feel like it might burst out of your chest.

"class is over," you say sofly, standing in front of him, resisting the urge to run your hand through his messy hair.

"what?" he groans, still attempting to shake off his sleepy state. "already?" he glances around in confusion, seeing the empty room before turning to you, finally becoming aware of the one who put him out of his sleep and his cheeks slightly turns red.

"do you need notes?" you ask, eager to have a conversation with him. the pink on your cheeks persists since he opened his eyes, intensifying as he looks at you with big, confused and sleepy eyes. his gaze shifts down to his notes, damp with drool, and suddenly his cheeks burns. clearing his throat once more, he nervously scratches the back of his head.

"oh... right... uh," his eyes return to you, hesitantly meeting yours, and you stand there, fighting the smile on your face. "i guess i could use some of your notes," he chuckles nervously, "if that's okay for you, of course!" he quickly adds, causing your heart to race dangerously close to exploding because of how cute he is.

"of course, you can give it back to me tomorrow," you smile, your stomach tightening with the anticipation of talking to him again.

"thank you," he softly says, still clearly in a sleep state and a bit lost, but he manages to offer you a shy smile that almost brings tears to your eyes.

"see you tomorrow, then," after giving him a final smile, you turn around, hearing a small "see ya!" behind you before leaving the class, feeling happier than ever.

lando runs a hand through his hair, attempting to process what just happened. conversations with people at uni is rare for him, making it a surprise when someone approaches. he gazes at the notes you handed him, lost in his thoughts for a few more minutes before reality hits him—he just embarrassed himself in front of a pretty girl.

"fuck..." a groan filled with frustration and embarrassment escapes his lips as he buries his face in his hands, his cheeks bruning.

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since that day, you and lando start having study sessions, usually at the library or in relaxed coffee shops. the transition is a bit of a mystery; lando returned your notes, and somehow, conversations about the lecture led you to offering help, which he accepted without hesitation.

your study sessions became more and more friendly, both of you getting comfortable in each other's company. you couldn't be happier, realizing that you get the chance to see him every day and appreciate the subtle details, like the way he crunches his nose when he is thinking or how his glasses slide down when he attentively listens to your explanations.

it's the way lando consistently gives you his full attention, not just during study sessions, but also when you share bits about yourself, your interests, or even random stuff you've seen on the internet or the way he never forgets to bring two snacks, always excited to share it with you and making sure you're eating and drinking well. despite his lateness, he puts effort to be present, sincerely apologizing and making it up to you everytime.

you somehow got used to his habit of arriving late, accepting that it's a part of who he is. even though frustration and questions nag at you occasionally, you never found the courage to ask and feel like you don't have the right to say anything. of course, there have been moments when you were mad, waiting for over an hour, but you're way too whipped for him to stay mad forever.

just like that, you find yourself slowly falling for lando. what started as a silly crush turned into something more profound; it's evident when butterflies go wild in your stomach at the sight of him, and your heart races unusually fast whenever he smiles at you.

lando can't quite understand how you've become a constant presence in his thoughts. the frequency of your hangouts has become unexpectedly high, something unusual for him. being spider-man and a student was already challenging enough; adding a social life seems nearly impossible. he tried before –having friends, attending parties, socializing –but it never lasted, the fatigue and busyness making it hard to keep up.

with you, everything feels different for lando. falling this hard was unexpected from the moment he first asked you to study with him. slowly, he starts making time for you, always finding a way to see you, even if study sessions became an excuse. you became a ray of sunshine in his life, bringing light to his otherwise tiring days. whenever he feels miserable, a glance at you makes everything feels right.

beyond study sessions, you both start having dates –that's how you secretly both call your hangouts. lando takes you to the arcade, introducing you to his favorite games, while you share cherished spots in your favorite park; sitting there, watching swans, you engage in lighthearted conversations, while your hearts secretly beat for each other, missing the subtle starstruck gazes and the way your cheeks burn when your hands accidentally brush against each other.

the worst part for lando is finding himself thinking about you even in the midst of fighting villains, getting distracted more than he should. it frustrates him how he can't shake you from his mind, even when he's spider-man. at first, he hated himself for it, attempting to ignore his growing feelings. but it become undeniable the day you smiled at him with the most sincere and loving expression. in that moment, he realized he was already too deep into it and let himself drown deeper into the feeling.

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letting out a frustrated whimper, you bury your head in your hands. you've been attempting to finish this essay for hours now, but thoughts of the curly-haired boy persistently invade your mind. you've tried to push him out, if only for a moment, to focus on this stupid homework, but he always finds a way back into your thoughts. being stuck in your small apartment due to villains doesn't make the situation any easier.

sighing for the umpteenth time tonight, you stare at the almost white screen of your pc, hoping that motivation will miraculously appear. amidst your frustration, a subtle noise catch your attention. you turn around, your eyes scanning outside. you notice nothing out of the ordinary, brushing it away and convincing yourself it was just a passing bird. you had bigger problems anyway.

as you try to refocus on your work, the persistent noise grows louder, intensifying your unease. determined to dismiss it, you turn around for a second time, only to be shocked by the unexpected sight of lando. his face is covered with bruises, and he's struggling to climb the last steps of the fire escape stairs. reacting quickly, you jump from your chair, urgently guiding your steps as you open the window to lend him a hand.

"oh my god lando!" you choke on your own split, and lando lets out a pained groan, fighting to maintain his balance as he relies on you. with careful effort, he makes it to the sofa, collapsing upon it. you rush to his side, cupping his bruised face, your heart sinking as you take a look at the injuries. the sight nearly brings you to tears, a mix of concern and distress filling your stomach.

lando looks drained, the effort to keep his eyes open visible on his face. despite the weakness, he manages to maintain an unwavering gaze locked onto yours. the pain you're reading in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, making your heart heavy.

"lando... what happened?" you say softly, your voice betraying the dryness in your throat. his response is delayed, taking a minute for lando to found the strength to answer. throughout this time, his hands grip your shirt, and his eyes remain fixed on yours, unbroken since he arrived.

"just a stupid fight... i'm fine," his voice is deep and weak, feeding your concern. despite the fatigue, he manages a small, gentle smile.

"what do you mean you're fine? are you kidding me?" you try to keep your voice soft, not wanting to add tension. "let me take care of you first, then you're going to tell me everything," with a sigh, you stand up, but lando's hands on your wrist stops you. you can't miss the painful groan that escapes him.

"i'm fine... i promise," he says weakly, his words carrying a weariness that tugs at your concern. "you're not fine, lando!" you voice unintentionally rises, a reflection of your worry, but you regret it the moment you lock your eyes with lando's softened gaze.

your hand instinctively reaches for his cheek, your thumb gently tracing the lines of his bruised skin. "it's okay, let me take care of you, please?" you implore, your voice adopting a softer tone. lando's heart seems to respond, warmth spreading as he relaxes, gently releasing your wrist.

"okay," he mumbles, too tired to resist, and you hurry to the bathroom to get your aid kit. returning swiftly, you find an exhausted lando, battling fatigue. your heart tightens, and you take a deep breath, holding back tears. lando starts regretting coming to you, the worry on your face making him feel guilty. as you come back, without a warning, you put an arm around him –and he's surprised that even in this awful state, you manage to make his heart beat faster. "let's get you on the floor," you gently suggest, doing your best to avoid hurting him. with a few soft whimpers, lando makes it to the ground, and you sit in front of him, getting the closer you can.

you gently take his chin between your fingers, inspecting the wounds again, unable to get over the extent of his injuries. lando feels his cheeks burn from the closeness and attention, his heart racing. without wasting any time, you start cleaning the bruises, handling him carefully.

your eyes shift to his white shirt, now stained with fresh blood, revealing notable marks underneath. a gasp escapes you, and you look at lando, your hands gripping the bottom of his shirt. "can i?" you timidly ask in a quiet voice, and lando don't hesitate to nod, trusting you more than anyone. you proceed to gently take off his shirt, ensuring not to cause him more pain. he winces, and your eyes fall on his wounded body, your hand instinctively covering your mouth. "oh my god..." you fingers trace the big and deep wounds, and lando watches you with remorseful eyes.

you don't add anything, wanting to take care of everything as soon as possible so he can finally rest. a comfortable silence fills the room as you begin with his face, gently cleaning and bandaging the wounds.

on the other hand, lando can't tear his eyes from you, enjoying your pouty expression because of your concentration. occasionally, he closes his eyes when you touch a sensitive area, his lips parting to release small groans. you find yourself apologizing each time, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

you take a second look at his blood-covered body, and a million of questions race through your mind. this can't be a simple fight. lost in your thoughts, you don't notice lando's gaze or the flush on his cheeks due to your intense staring of his chest. he's about to call your name, but you're quicker than him.

"are you hiding something, lando?" you gently speak, your hands cupping his face with tenderness. you give him a soft look that seeks not just the truth but a shared vulnerability. lando opens his mouth to respond, but the words gets stuck in his throat, caught between the desire to tell you everything and the fear of exposing too much.

"i..." he starts, the weight of unspoken words evident in his eyes. sensing his struggle, you lean in closer, a soft and reassuring forming on your lips. your fingertips dance gently over his cheek. "you know you can tell me everything, right ?" you whisper, your voice filled with understanding. lando don't even dare to blink, drawn into the sincerity in your gaze.

without hesitation, he closes the gap with a tender kiss. your mind momentarily pauses, trying to process the situation. slowly, you kiss him back, feeling the heaviness of his heart in the softness of the kiss.

pulling back slowly, your eyes meet again, and there is a change in lando's expression. the warmth is replaced by a hint of concern, even sadness, making you rise an eyebrow curiously; "wh-"

"i'm spider-man."

his words hang in the air, and it takes a moment for you to process, leaving lando feeling like he's on the verge of a breakdown. completely petrified, he continues, "i understand if you don't want to see me anymore... i-"

"lando," you try to cut him off, but he's panicking, his eyes welling up, and it tugs your heart. "god, i'm so stupid," the instant regret hits him, he keeps mumbling, expressing his fear of messing everything up. it becomes too much for him, and he bursts into tears. without hesitation, you wrap your arms around him, holding him as tight as you can.

"hey, you're okay. it's okay, i'm here," you softly whisper in his ear, your hand gently rubbing his back. the sound of his sobs makes your heart ache, as if it's breaking into pieces. "i'm so tired," his voice is muffled, but you can hear all the pain and exhaustion in it. your stomach tightens, feeling your own eyes burn as you try to hold back the tears.

you let him cry in your arms for a moment, letting him take it all out, whispering sweet and reassuring words in his ears. your hand hasn't left his hair, stroking it gently. you feel him finally calm down, his sobs getting quieter.

he finally decide to look up, meeting your eyes and the sight breaks your heart; his eyes are puffed and red, accentuated by his bandaged bruises. you immediately grab his face, overwhelmed by a sudden rush of empathy and affection.

"do you still want me? even if i'm spider-man," his voice is soft, and you could feel all the exhaustion in it.

"of course, lando, why wouldn't i?" you reply without any second thought, sincerity evident in your eyes, softening lando's heart.

"i don't know... i'm always late and... tired," his voice is weak and hesitant, and you wish he'd stop talking and just rest.

"you're always late, but you're always here. you always do your best to make it." you reassure him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a soft smile. "it's okay to be tired, especially with your life, you should never apologize for that." your hand finds its way to his hair, "even when you're tired, you find the strength to take care of me and spend time with me. and for me, that means a lot," you gently stroke his hair, comforting him.

lando's eyes remain locked onto yours, caught in the sincerity they hold, and he swears his heart could explode at any moment just from hearing your words.

"you're so good to me..." he says in a whisper, pulling you into a quick but sweet kiss that makes both of your hearts melt. "of course, you deserve it," you whisper back, stealing a other kiss. "let me finish taking care of you, and then you can finally rest." you don't give him the time to complain, pulling back to resume cleaning his wounds.

after what felt like an eternity, you finish bandaging the last wound, looking up to find an exhausted lando. he fell asleep multiple times but insisted on staying awake until you finish. without wasting a minute, you put your arm around him to help him up, struggling to guide him to the bed where he manages to use his last drops of strength to remove his pants. once he's laid on the bed, you turn around to clean up the bandages on the floor, but lando immediately stops you, pulling you down.

"don't go," he whispers, and you smile, laying beside him without any hesitation, welcomed by his warm embraced.

you gaze at the sleepy boy beside you, your fingers gently ghosting his cheek.

"thank you," he says softly, and the sincerity in his words resonates. you offer him a loving smile, putting your lips on his for a passionate kiss. you manage to pull away just in time before lando succumbs to the sandman.

in that moment, it hits you—the boy you've fallen in love with is spider-man. a proud smile spreads across your face as you look at the peacefully sleeping lando beside you.

"i'm so proud of you," you whisper, determined to repeat those words to him tomorrow and every single day after that.

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what’s mine is mine | charles leclerc

i love ruby but i’m always down to write for mathéo <3

Charles never thought he would have to compete for the love of his life with his own son. Sure, it was all playful and pretend, but the little four year old boy thought it was real. It all started when the Leclerc family was out for lunch in sunny Monaco. Y/n had Mathéo in her arms feeding him small piece of pasta while Ruby ate hers next to Charles.

“Papa, I can’t finish this.” Ruby frowned, pushing her plate towards Charles.

“It’s okay, amour, you want more?” Charles asked. But Y/n was too busy giving Mathéo kisses. The one year old boy laughed as his mother tickled his sides. “I’ve been replaced.” He joked.

Y/n looked at Charles. “You’re both my boys. Right, Théo?”

Mathéo shook his head. “You’re my maman. Mine.”

“Hey, buddy, I got her first.” Charles poked Mathéo’s stomach which made the boy try to swat his father’s hand away.

“Mine.” Mathéo said, grabbing one of Y/n’s arms and wrapping it around him.

Charles scoffed. “Unbelievable. My son, my own son! Betrayed by my own son, what’s next? Is he stealing my Ferrari seat?”

“Yes, Fred told me.” Ruby answered from beside Charles. “If Théo drives for Ferrari, does that mean you retire?” She asked Charles.

“Théo is a baby and babies can’t drive.” Charles said to Ruby.

“They can, but Théo doesn’t want to.” Ruby stated and began to eat her pasta once again.

“I thought you said you couldn’t eat pasta anymore?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Charles knew it was almost impossible to win an argument against Ruby so he let the girl continue eating her pasta. “I’m still not done with you, mister.” He pointed a finger at his son.

Mathéo then snuggled up to Y/n and smiled innocently at his father, knowing it drove him crazy. Y/n found it amusing. Charles had Ruby, who was the worlds biggest daddy’s girl so it only made sense for Mathéo to be a huge mommy’s boy.

“It’s like he’s doing it on purpose now!” Charles told Y/n.

“He’s just a baby, Charles. Let it go.” Y/n grabbed Charles’ hand and pressed a light kiss on the back of it, but Mathéo was quick to move Charles’ hand away.

“Fine, from now on you can deal with your maman’s whining when she can’t sleep at night or when she’s grumpy in the morning or when she can’t find anything to wear or-”

“Looks like Théo is going to be sleeping in maman’s bed and papa is going to be sleeping on the couch.” Y/n teased.

“Papa can sleep on my bed!” Ruby said excitedly.

“Did you know papa snores?”

☆ Y/N Clemensia Valentine, often referred to as Clemmie Valentine

☆ Has a brother named Parker Valentine and they quarrel like crazy

☆ Clemmie goes to Umich, she’s a sophomore there and in Alpha Phi

☆ She and Luke met when Luke and his hockey friends were going to knock on sorority houses to throw a football and catch it so they could be like “are you ladies alright?” (Luca hit Luke with the football by accident so he fell on Clemensia and the rest is history!)

☆ Clemmie knows how to swim, does gymnastics and ballet, and she ice skates in her free time! Whenever Luke is practicing solo on the ice, he always invites Clemmie so they could do rounds together

☆ Clemmie is around 5’2-5’4, so Luke practically towers over her

☆ She loves fall with a passion, her and Luke fell inlove around October so that’s the reason that Clemmie is just inlove with the season

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bookfan3 started it this week !

summary: after receiving a late-night call from your ex-boyfriend, finnick odair, you can’t help but agree to meet with him. what happens when you mix a sound-proof train car and an ex you haven’t seen in months?

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: rough-ish smut, a teensy bit of angry sex, swearing, unprotected sex (zon’t zo that), kinda ooc finnick, choking,

notes: based on 'bad idea, right?' by olivia rodrigo. i lost the person who sent the request so sorry this took so long to come out!! i don’t know if i like how this is written, but smut is smut so… enjoy :)

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