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[lyniaa]

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Name: Lynia/Lynn, gender: she/her | 16 ♡ | I love fantasy and romance the same way I love Pete Dunham— Requests are available — New in writing!

!!! — I do not tolerate, racism, homophobia or rude behavior.

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[lyniaa]

Shared Warmth — ♡

Pair: Pete Dunham x fem!reader

A/N: I know, I’m late. But, it’s December 24, I am really excited to spend it with my family and eat a lot. Hope you guys enjoy your winter holiday too!

Genre: fluff, Christmas and stuff🎄

Winter was coming up, meaning the jolly evenings and cold nights are just tight around the corner. You and Pete decided to go for a night-out, just the two of you. Until disaster struck upon you, you forgotten to bring a jacket.

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6:54 p.m

Exiting Pete's flat, he made sure to tell you to bring a jacket along since the weather forecast predicted that it will be snowing for a couple of days.

Ofcourse, being the stubborn woman you are. You didn't, well you practically 'forgotten' to bring a jacket. While Pete on the other hand was wearing his usual beige trench coat, with something underneath along with a scarf to keep him warm. This man was ready to dominate the snow.

Honestly, you thought it was ridiculous of him. Wearing a plain grey shirt, a pair of low rise jeans and your black heels. Not really expecting that much for the climate, as the weather forecasters tend to. . . Exaggerate things.

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You completely took back what you had thought earlier, Pete was sort of right. You should have wore something to keep you warm on top.

The wind bit at your cheeks, they walked down the dim streets of London. Your fingers tucked into your sleeves, shivering even though you tried to pretend you weren't. Pete noticed. Ofcourse he did—he always does, that cocky smirk that played on his lips was too evident.

"See what I told ya?" He teased, earning an eye roll from you.

"Yeah, whatever." You mumbled,

He stared at you, his gaze wasn't harsh or anything. It was as if he was admiring your flushed cheeks, and pink-tinted nose.

"Since I am a, 'gentleman'."

Without a single thought he shrugged off his coat revealing his usual track jacket underneath. Draping the coat over your shoulders, you could literally feel his body heat emitting inside of the large coat.

"Better?" Pete asked, you nodded in response. You were sort of suprised when the coat smelled like a nice scented perfume, the fragrance wafting into your nostrils. It was comforting,

"Maybe listen to me next time," Pete spoke, a hint of sas in his tone.

Pure silence. A shared pause between the two—it wasn't uncomfortable, both of you enjoyed eachother's company. After a few minutes of walking, you stumbled upon a cafe. It was carefully constructed between a bar and a restaurant,

“Do you want hot cocoa?” You asked him,

“Sure, why not. It’s bloody freezin’ out here” Pete responded,

Taking your hand in his as you both walked into the cafe, it was cozy. The lighting wasn’t blinding, the music played from the speakers. The exact opposite of the pub Pete was used to.

Both of you took your order and sat down, having a casual conversation.

You were softly complaining about your clothing choices, it was actually freezing cold.

“Told ya’ so” He said smirking, earning an eye roll from you.

“Sorry that I didn’t realize it was going to be this cold, weather boy.”

He only laughed, cheeky bastard.

“Karma is karma, luv.”

The waitress smiled, setting down their orders. “Enjoy.” She said before walking away to take more orders.

Both of you enjoyed the tasty hot chocolate, it warmed you up rather nicely. “So.. what ya’ wanna do tonight?” Pete asked, you hummed in response.

“Decorate?”

“Can’t we do that durin’ Christmas?”

“Watch movies.”

“Borin’.”

“Then, let’s bake cookies.”

“Luv’, when have you ever baked somethin’ without burnin’ it?” He asked,

“Then what do you want to do? Go around the neighborhood and sing some Christmas carol just to get one piece of expired candy?” You sarcastically joked,

“Nah, did that with my boys like two years ago.” He responded, a smile splayed on his lips when he remembered those moments.

“You are unbelievable.” You giggled,

As you both finished up your drinks, paid the bill, and left the cafe through their doors.

You felt content.

His arm was around your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. You couldn’t help but lean into him, both of you joked around. Your arms crossed, earning warmth from your coat. Wait no, his coat. Although it was freezing, Pete didn’t complain. Plus you looked rather adorable in his clothing.

He gently kissed your temple, earning a soft smile from you. Although he was used to the rough edges, loud chants, and shameless brawls. This was a nice change of pace.

Having you close, reminded him that you were right here. He had finally found his person and he hoped you felt the same way.

Another a/n: hello guys, this was very rushed oh my god I’m sorry. I promise I will make more fics that actually look like I put time and effort. This story had been in my drafts and I constantly had to edit it because of my procrastination smh🤦‍♀️ but Merry early 🎅 Christmas 🎄 hehe <3

[lyniaa]

Silent Streets, Loud Hearts—♡

Pair: Pete Dunham x Fem!reader

Note: It's my first time writing, please don't judge

A/N: Leave requests😉

Mentions: Blood, alcohol and swearing.

You and Pete had been together for around 6 months now, you lived together in a small apartment. You loved him, and he loved you. But, not everything was always perfect. He had been returning home late, either reeking with alcohol after hanging out with his lads at the Abbey or new cuts, and bruises all over. Half the times its both. One day or night I suppose you call it, you've had enough with him.

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12:03 a.m

After a long week, you were exhausted and drained. Physically and mentally, you prepared a cup of tea to distract yourself from the uncomfortable tension on your shoulders.

Pete told you he would be hanging out with his lads and not to bother waiting for him, you two haven't been talking much recently. Although the love was still there, the communication wasn't.

You sighed, laying on the couch in your cozy pajamas. Not even bothering to adjust the piece of clothing, you looked through the magazine which was in your hands. Barely paying attention to the piece of paper which talked about non-sense that journalists came up with, your phone buzzed with notifications. Gently vibrating beside you, you opened the device, it was one of your friends asking if you were available. Blinking at the text before shutting your phone off and facing it down onto the coffee table beside you. Forearm covering your eyes away from the dim light of the lamp, you were in no shape to socialize with other people right now.

Most importantly you hadn't received a text from your boyfriend, Pete. The one person whose touch you had been yearning for weeks now, he had been busy with god knows what. Another brawl? Possible, Drinking with his lads? 100% ofcourse Whatever, you can talk about that problem once he gets back home.

The door slams open, the cold night breeze entered the room—speak of the devil.

He stumbled in, reeking of alcohol and rain. His jacket hung half off his right shoulder, knuckles split open, a purplish bruise blooming along his jaw. He tried to smile, that same lopsided grin that used to make you laugh. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he mumbled, words slurring.

Something inside of you snapped. Around two hours of yelling, screaming, and hurtful words were thrown at him. A few weeks worth of frustration and anger poured all out to the person you loved most. You weren't one to blame, half of your words were right. The other half it was just 'babble'.

You didn't mean to say such words, especially to him. Pete stood there, taking the criticism and hurtful words like it was his daily dose of medicine.

What you couldn't see was, that look in his eyes. A hint of shame and vulnerability. So well hidden behind his composure.

Finally, silence began to engulf the room. It was almost deafening.

"Were you even listening to a word I was saying, Pete?" You softly said, your chest heaved with emotions you tried so hard to bottle up.

"Every word." He responded,

"Then—why aren't you saying anything? Why are you just standing there like a statue?"

"Would rather get into another brawl, then raise my voice at you sweetheart'."

"This isn't some fucking joke, Pete!" You yelled, anger still evident in your voice.

"Do I look like I am laughing?"

The argument wasn't loud anymore; it just hurted softly, the words that came from one another's mouths felt like shattering glass—the kind of breaking you would still hear long after it ended.

"Say something! Anything!"

Pete clenched his jaw tightly, "Yell at you? Scream until I lose my voice? Now that's what you want, aint it?" his words were mocking;

It was as if your anger was fueling him, he took another step closer. He reached for your face, and for a moment, you tensed. Expecting a harsh slap across the face, no. He wouldn't hurt you, no matter the situation—but his touch was suprisingly gentle, his rough palms cupping your cheeks.

"But I won't do it," His thumb gently ran across her cheek, as if he was trying to soothe the fire within you. His voice lowered "I ain't going to give you a reason to hate me, or take this argument any further."

Your gaze drifted away from him, but he brought it right back. "Look love, I can't promise you I'll never make mistakes. Can't promise you that I won't get into stupid fights and come home with bruises."

His lips curved into a wry smile, despite the situation. "But I can promise you this." He pulled you closer by sliding an arm around your waist,

"I promise to always come home to you, give or take a few new bruises even a broken arm." He ended, his words were humoring. Tinged with reassurance—

"What if you don't—what then, Pete?"

There it was. The fear you'd been fighting all this time, the one that gripped you whenever he stumbled home in the dead of night.

A sigh escaped his lips, fingers tracing your jaw. "You worry way too' much." A smirk tugging at his lips as if he was indestructible,

"When have I ever failed to come home, hm?"

You didn't answer.

"See? Have some faith in me. I could dodge a punch or two. " He joked,

"You're an idiot, Dunham."

He smiled, the atmosphere was lighting up once again.

—After a few moments, he dragged you down onto the couch with him. Arms wrapped around you gently, as if afraid you would disperse into pieces.

Your lips met, the kiss wasn't rushed. But intense, fueled by pent up emotions of the past few minutes. One of his hands tangled into your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss. The other hand splayed onto your lower back, pulling you so close even making it possible for their atoms to merge together completely. (joke)

His body was solid and warm against yours, and the familiar scent of him enveloped you.

The sudden pain in his lip made him pull away, a hiss escaping his lips. He touched a finger to the tender area, wincing slightly at the raw, throbbing discomfort.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, more in annoyance than pain. He was used to having scrapes and bruises, but busted lips were always a pain in the ass.

"Ah, I'll go get a first-aid." You completely almost forgotten he was injured, and battered up.

He waved it off, "It's alright'." He tried to pull you back in. Seriously, how neglective was this man when it comes to himself?

You pushed him by his shoulders. A sign of refusal for continuation until his problem was resolved, he groaned.

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You cleaned up his wounds, the red liquid sticking onto the injured skin. A few groans and hisses emitted from his throat, he leaned his head back against the cushion.

"You done?" He asked, you hummed in response. Throwing the bloodied cotton pads, and placing the first-aid to god knows where.

He opened his arms, a silent invitation for you to join him. You oblieged, snuggling up against him. You both fell asleep after he softly sang random songs he came up with on the spot.

Safe to say, you both wouldn't be leavimg eachother anytime soon.