#lawrences

hunter wearing daniel’s jacket… oh to be one of daniel’s many controversially young boyfriends

UM?! okay this tweet appears to be deleted but it activated something in me, so I had to do a modicum of digging:

Pairing: Lawrence Sonntag x Reader

Prompt: “It’s midnight and we both have no one to kiss so why not?”

Word Count: 422

Requester: Anonymous

“Alright guys, five minutes to midnight,” the host of the party called out. “Be sure to find your date and get ready for the countdown.”

You snorted and took another sip of your drink before looking at it, “Oh, beer are you ready to be my New Year’s kiss.”

You heard a snort come from beside you and you looked over to see a guy in glasses, hiding face in his drink.

“Oh, my god. You heard that didn’t you?” you asked.

He made a face as he pulled his drink away and nodded, “Sorry, I’ll give you a private moment in-”

“Four minutes everyone!”

“Four minutes apparently,” the guy gave you a smile that easily made you weak in the knees.

You laughed and held out your hand as you introduced yourself, “Y/N”

“Lawrence,” he reached across to shake your hand. “Are you friends also all coupled up or being drunk and stupid at the party they dragged you too?”

“Hey! How’d you know?” you laughed.

The two of you fell into a nice silence until you heard, “Three minutes!”

You turned back to your fellow wallflower, “So, no hot date?”

He smiled and looked over at you, “Not unless you count myself. Which, considering, you might.” He nodded at the drink in your hand.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m just salty. Every year my friend’s drag me to some party. They ditch me and leave me with false promises of finding someone nice to kiss at midnight. This beer is the most action I’ve had all year.”

Lawrence let out what you could only describe as a giggle, “It’s more action then I’ve gotten.”

“Two minutes!”

You went quiet again until Lawrence spoke up but this time you missed what he said as the host gave the one-minute warning.

“What was that?” you asked.

“What?” he shouted over the room that was going in noise due to the excitement.

“I can’t hear you!” you shouted.

This went back and forth until people started to countdown.

“I said-”

“Ten!”

“-we can-”

“Nine!”

“-if you want!”

“Eight!”

“What did-”

“Seven!”

“-you say?!”

“Six!”

“We can-”

“Five!”

Lawrence stopped himself this time.

“Four!”

He looked around the room.

“Three!”

He looked back at you.

“Three!”

He took your beer out of your hands and set it aside.

“Two!”

You swore he was moving in closer.

“One!”

“Do you need glasses?” Lawrence asked you, concerned about you squinting your eyes. You always had to squint at everything from afar if you were not near to it.

“No, no. I’m fine, Lawrence.” You smiled sweetly towards him while you two are walking out some shops. He decided to bring you out today since you have been acting good.

You haven’t been doing anything bad or anything to annoy him.

You gripped his hand, softly yet sternly. He always loved feeling your hands between his. He felt home with you.

“Are you sure? I won’t judge if you did have glasses if that’s why you’re afraid of.” He frowned, squeezing your hands tighter. He gave you a hurt puppy face to which you sighed and agreed too.

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sorry your fave daniel ricciardo is problematic: hooking up with both motorcross lawrence brothers!!! sf;dkljselfkesjfl um. yeah. jett and hunter. wow. I actually... can't say anything else at this time.

You woke up with a groan, not opening your eyes, not ready to greet the day. You stuffed your face further into your pillow that was Lawerence’s chest. You could tell he was awake by the sudden rumbling of his chest as he laughed at your pretests to get up.

You made a face a pulled away, cracking an eye open to get a look at him, “Pillows are not supposed to laugh. They are for snuggling and sleeping.”

“Sorry, Lawrence shrugged before leaning back to get his glasses, “Can I make it up to you with pancakes?”

You pretended to think while he had an amused smile on his face, “I suppose I can accept your pancakes.”

Pairing: Lawrence Sonntag x Reader

Word Count: 344

Requester: Anonymous

A/N: You can make a request for Fictober here!

“Lawrence, I am begging you. Can we go out? Just this once?” you begged, jutting out your lower lip.

He looked away, taking his glasses off and pretending to clean them so he didn’t have to see your face. He would have cracked with one look, “I don’t know if it’s going to be the best kind of weather tonight. I heard it might rain.”

You pulled out your phone, trying anything since you were getting stir crazy. You didn’t understand, Lawrence and you were homebodies but he had been strange lately about going out especially at night.

“Look!” you perked up, “Clear skies, mid seventies. It’s nice enough to go out and just go to the park. We don’t have to be outside though. We can go to the movies or anything.”

Lawrence slipped on his glasses and opened his mouth to protest but he caught one glimpse of your face and froze.

His finger lowered and he looked like he was having a mental battle with himself. He finally came to a conclusion and seemed to deflate. You grinned, eagerly awaiting his confirmation of what you already know.

“Maybe the park would be best to go out tonight. We can talk,” he offered.

You squealed and threw your arms around him in a hug, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m going to get my shoes!” You jumped off the couch and raced out of the room.

You dragged Lawrence quickly down the street, the whole time he had been sticking close to the buildings and shadows.

“It’s so nice out,” you sighed pulling him into the park.

“Oh, is it a full moon out,” Lawrence rasped.

“Yeah, why?” you asked looking down at your hand as it seemed to get itchier.

“You’re going to want to run. We’ll talk in the morning if you still love me and alive,” Lawrence grunted.