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summary: you and oscar are together, but the world doesn't need to know you're engaged. lando decides they do.
pairing: oscar piastri x fem! kravitz! reader
(context in case you don't know him: ted kravitz is a skyf1 presenter)
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âRed flag, red flag, come in,â Tom said.
Annoyance surged through him. This race was not going his way at all. He started slowing down, following closely behind Lawson. âWhoâs off?â
âColapinto,â he explained. âItâs a big one, probably a 20 to 30 minute red flag.â
For fucks sake. Oscar had told them it was too dangerous. They didnât listen. He paid the price. Now Max was up into p2, and Lando was stuck in p5. Oscar couldnât even do anything to help. He grunted, getting out of the car and following Tom back to the garage.Â
He was ushered over to his engineers, but honestly all he wanted was to see you. Being Landoâs race engineer, Oscar had seen you around the paddock in some of his first weeks and befriended you, on top of that, heâd fallen madly in love with you and asked you out 11 months ago. You two had been going out for 11 months now, and, while he could see you between the screens as his engineers and Andrea gave him advice about the race, he kind of tuned them out, too busy staring at you.
âJesus, loverboy, just go say hi and come back, alright? We need you thinking with your head, not your dick,â Zak scoffed, finally allowing him to see you.Â
Quickly, Oscar rounded the corner of the desk and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on the top of yours. You didnât stop talking to Lando, explaining the plan for the rest of the race.Â
âBut I fucking said to stay out,â Lando whined.Â
âNo, you told us to box you. We told you to stay out,â you explained, your voice calm.Â
Lando just scoffed and rolled his eyes. âWhatever,â then walked off to go brood somewhere else.Â
âShitty weather, eh?â you mused.
âAwful,â he nodded.Â
âIs that sweat or rain?â you asked, feeling how wet he truly was.Â
âBoth,â he sighed. He knew there were about forty cameras on the two of you. Moments between you two that the public saw were few and far between. You liked it that way. He liked it that way. Privacy was something he essentially gave up when he became a public figure, but that didnât mean you had to. âHowâs Lando doing?â
âHeâs just pissed away his chance at World Champion,â you took a deep breath, leaning into him. âAnd Iâll be the one he screams at during the end of the race. Iâll be the one having to explain it to Zak, and I wonât get home until probably tomorrow. And my dad is staring at us.â
Oscar groaned. âFucking hate dealing with this shit.âÂ
You nodded. âMe too. But at least thereâs no race for two weeks.âÂ
âWeâre off to Melbourne,â he reminded you. âHave to do the family rounds, since weâre engaged,â he beamed. Over the last break, Oscar had proposed. It was the happiest moment of your lives (closely followed by Oscarâs win in Baku), and now you were on your way to visit his extended family for the first time. Since heâd met most of your family (especially considering Ted Kravitz was your father and Oscar met him before he met you), it was only fair that you make the trip and meet his.
Before that though, you had to get through today.Â
âYouâd better go chat with your engineers,â you took your hands off his. âZak is giving me dirty looks.â
He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. âI donât want to.âÂ
You chuckled. âGo,â you urged him. âIf you get higher than p9 Iâll give you a kiss at the end of the race.â
âGood deal,â he pondered. âOr I could just kiss you now,â and with that, he pressed his lips to yours quickly, before running off to his side of the garage.Â
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Lando was an idiot, but he was Oscar's idiot, so you didn't kill him. You knew it was only a matter of time before someone slipped up, whether it be your dad, you, or Oscar. You didn't suspect it would be Lando, though. You did enjoy watching Oscar shout at him though. That was pretty funny.
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"Will You Be My Dad?" : ĚĚâ Lewis Hamilton
summary: where your daughter wants lewis to take on a new role in her life
âCome on, time for bed,â you smiled, scooping your daughter up off of the ground.Â
Amelia let go of a groan as she stood to her feet, looking across at you with a pout. Youâd already let her stay up much later than you usually did, treating her seeing as Lewis had come around to visit, knowing how much she loved spending time with him. Lewis couldnât help but smile as she huffed, calling out to you, begging for a few more minutes with the two of you.Â
It still felt like a dream for you sometimes as you glanced at Lewis, watching as he picked up some of Ameliaâs toys and placed them back into her toy box. She was never too far away from him, practically glued to his side whenever he spent any time with you both.Â
Ever since you and Lewis had started dating, Amelia had relished in it. She was only young when you started dating, she didnât really know life without Lewis in it, all she knew was that although he loved you, he wasnât the man that she called dad, despite being the one to raise her.Â
As Amelia continued to groan, Lewis quickly stepped in. He scooped her up and carried her into her bedroom, throwing her down onto her bed as she giggled away to himself.Â
No matter what the situation, whenever you were struggling Lewis was there to step in. He saw Amelia as his own, he treated her as if she was. She was a part of the deal when it came to dating you, but rather than be an inconvenience, she was the greatest addition which made dating you even sweeter.Â
âAre you staying here tonight?â Amelia whispered across to Lewis.Â
âI think so,â he smiled, looking back to you to check. âThat means Iâll be right here when you wake up in the morning, maybe we could eat breakfast together.âÂ
Her smile turned up as you nodded in agreement with Lewis. âWill you cook for us? You always cook us the best breakfast Lewis.âÂ
âI can do that,â he assured her, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. âAlthough I canât promise that my cooking will be as good as mummyâs dinner was that she made tonight.âÂ
You slowly stepped towards the bed, perching down on the end of it. âLewis can only stay if you promise to get some sleep, we canât have a tired girl at the breakfast table tomorrow morning.âÂ
Amelia nodded as she sat herself up and cuddled into Lewisâ side. His arm immediately moved around her frame, pressing several kisses against the top of her head. Your smile was wide as you watched the two of them, wondering once again how you ever got so lucky with the two of them.Â
âMaybe soon we can live so that we donât have to have sleepovers,â Lewis spoke, taking you by surprise. âIâve got a couple weeks off soon, and I was wondering about asking you and mummy what you thought about maybe coming to live in my house instead.âÂ
âIn your house?â Your daughter, grinned, spinning out of his hold so that she was face to face with Lewis. âWould we stay in your house forever?â She quizzed, bouncing up and down as Lewisâ head nodded, his eyes glancing across at the surprise in your expression.Â
It was a conversation that youâd never really had, and never expected to have so soon either, but Lewisâ mind was made up and he knew exactly what he wanted.Â
He couldnât imagine life without the two of you, he hated the feeling of returning home to an empty house. The feeling didnât compare to the feeling he got when he walked through your front door, immediately showered with love and greeted by his two favourite people, filled with excitement.Â
âYouâd be able to come up with lots of plans and make your room exactly how you want it.âÂ
âWith a big bed?â She grinned, âand loads of teddies in the room too?âÂ
Lewis nodded, wanting to give Amelia anything she wanted and more. He spoilt her rotten, one of the perks of not being her parent, even if it did leave him in trouble with you time after time.Â
âAre you excited about us coming to live with you Lewis?â She asked him.Â
âMore so than you could ever imagine,â he whispered, reaching across and taking a hold of your hand. âYou two have changed my life, I love being around the two of you, annoying your mummy and tickling you until youâre begging me to stop, thatâs my favourite thing to do in the world.âÂ
Both of you wore wide smiles as Lewis spoke openly, letting you know exactly how big of a role you both had in his life. The sentiment didnât quite mean as much to Amelia as it did you, your heart was full as he spoke, whilst she still daydreamed about the new, amazing bedroom sheâd been promised.Â
âIf we live together, would we be a proper family? Like mum, dad, and me?âÂ
Neither you or Lewis knew what to say, looking at each other. Your heart raced, terrified as Lewis stared blankly across at you, not quite believing what he had heard from her either.Â
âYou do everything that a dad does,â Amelia spoke up, feeling the need to explain herself a little more. âYou take care of me, and mummy. You take me to school, help me fix my toys when they break, give me cuddles when Iâm having a nightmare.âÂ
âThatâs because I love you sweetheart,â Lewis smiled across at her.Â
âI know,â she smiled, âdo you think...maybe...will you be my dad?âÂ
You were nervous for a moment, but luckily the corners of Lewisâ mouth soon turned up. He squeezed Amelia even tighter, scooping her up and sitting her in his lap, scattering a trail of kisses from the top of her head, down and all over her face.Â
âI would love to be your dad, if thatâs what you want,â he whispered.Â
Her head nodded, pressing her palms together. âYouâre the best daddy in the world,â she told him, already full of confidence that no one could do a better job than Lewis.Â
âSorry,â you whispered across to Lewis as you met his eyes, Amelia cuddling closer into his chest, âI had no idea she was going to ask you that, Iâm sorry if you feel a little put on the spot.âÂ
âItâs alright, in fact, itâs better than alright,â Lewis quickly assured you, âit would be the biggest honour of my life, it makes us more of a family, doesnât it?âÂ
You nodded in agreement as Lewis laid Amelia back down in bed again. âDid you mean what you said about moving in? You really want us to live with you? Itâs not something you can just change your mind about.âÂ
âIâve never been more confident about anything,â Lewis smiled, âI donât want to have to sit around and wait to see you guys anymore, I want to see you every day.âÂ
You stretched across and pressed a kiss against Lewisâ cheek, âthank you for completing our family, I donât know what weâd do without you.âÂ
âYouâre an amazing mum, with or without me,â Lewis smiled.Â
âAnd youâre an amazing dad too.âÂ
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obliviate - mattheo riddle
summary: when voldemort finds out about you and mattheo, he devises the perfect way to keep you apart.
word count: 5k
a/n: okeeey i know this is longer, but i actually adore it so much! kinda put my heart + soul into this one! extremely special shoutout to @pizzaapeteer's research on mattheo's favorite quidditch team, which provided a name i needed at the very end (hint hint!) âĄ
warnings: angst (but also fluff, pls, it's me), use of the cruciatus curse, voldemort being voldemort.
soundtrack: dancing to the sound of a broken heart - galantis
OBLIVIATE (v.) -- To forget, to wipe from existence.
You noticed before he did.
It was early; the morning sun was just barely sneaking past the curtains in the window that fluttered gently in the autumn breeze, setting his bedroom in a deep golden hue. Your limbs were heavy with sleep and you were settled warmly in Mattheoâs arms, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest at your back, his warm breath on your neck. Normally this was your very favorite way to wake up, but something was off, something had made your eyelids flutter open, a feeling, a foreboding.
You didnât want to wake him, gods knew he needed his sleep, so you squinted slowly around the room until your eyes rested on the very arms that were wrapped around you.
It was his dark mark, writhing against his skin.
Noâ you thought, but in an instant, Mattheo jolted awake, breathing heavily like he was coming out of a nightmare, or coming into one, and within a moment he was pulling his arms out from around you and you immediately felt cold for their absence.
âMattyâ you whispered, turning to face him and reaching out for him, but he was already up and out bed, pulling his clothes on haphazardly.
He turned at the sound of your voice, looking longingly at you for the briefest moment, tangled in his sheets, perfect in the morning glow, your eyes begging him not to leave.
âStay?â you asked quietly, and his stomach lurched. Fuck if you didnât have the ability to bring him to his knees with just one word; but his arm burned and ached with impatience⌠He wouldnât be kept waiting much longer and Mattheo could only come up with so many excuses as to why he was always late without exposing the truth, desperate to protect you.
âI have toâŚâ he started, but he didnât finish the statement, didnât want to say what exactly heâd have to do and thank the gods you never asked.
âI knowâ you sighed.
âI love youâ he said, leaning forward to kiss you sincerely, his fingers brushing your jawline, taking one last piece of humanity and goodness with him.
âI love you moreâ you whispered as his form disappeared in front of you, leaving you alone.
Mattheo knew the moment he arrived that something was deeply deeply wrong.
He recognized his surroundings at once: the Riddle family manor. The halls echoed with a silence so familiar to him and his childhood it felt like his heart stopped beating so as not to make a sound. Besides silence, though, he also felt the other hallmark of his childhood: loneliness. He was alone; not one in a mistakable mix of followers that he could slip into undetected, he was home, and he was alone, and he felt an uneasiness, a sickness settle over him as the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise and he turned to see his father stepping out of the shadows.
âTwelve minutesâ he said by way of greeting, avoiding Mattheoâs eyes as he approached him like a predator would its prey.
âTwelve minutes. From the time I summoned you, until now. What, pray tell, was so pressing, so urgent as to cause your delay?â
Mattheoâs mind swept quickly over the image of you in his bed, your hair splayed on his pillow, the smile on your lips and your soft whisper as heâd apparated, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
âSâearlyâ he said, kicking himself for how his voice waivered in its reply.
Voldemort nodded in mock understanding, like he was considering this, drawing out the silence between them, painfully so.
âSo not only are you late, but you are also lyingâ he said, emphasizing the last word, spitting it like a hiss, his black eyes snapping to Mattheoâs in way that caused him to jolt in reply, an automatic defense mechanism against the only living being capable of scaring him as Voldemort stormed towards him, entering his personal space as his voice rose.
âDo you remember what happened to Alexei Donovan when he lied to me?â he asked.
Mattheoâs eyes shifted between his fathers, swallowing, vividly remembering watching Nagini devour Donovan limb from limb.
âANSWER ME!â his voice boomed.
âY-y-yeahâ he stuttered.
âYes, my Lordâ Voldemort corrected him.
âYes, my Lordâ Mattheo repeated.
And then Voldemortâs tone changed completely, as he took a step back and a smile spread across his inhuman face, which was somehow more disturbing than the alternative.
âBut I am a merciful Lord, arenât I?â he asked, his head cocked, daring Mattheo to disagree.
âYes, my Lordâ he said.
Voldemort nodded in approval.
âYes, I am. And what a relief that must be to Ms. YLN at this very moment, hmm?â he asked, his eyes clocking Mattheoâs reaction as the blood drained from his face, his eyes blew wide and his shaking hand reached for his wand.
You watched the empty space where Mattheo had apparated like he might change his mind and come back, perhaps willing him to, before you laid back down, settling for his lingering warmth and his smell against the sheets when you heard footsteps outside the door.
You sat up, excited...naive you would think later, so fucking naive with the hope that he had returned, only to feel the blast of the door getting blown off of its hinges as you moved to cover your face from the flying debris.
Mattheo was breathing erratically, his chest visibly rising and falling with pure, unadulterated rage mixed with a fear so palpable it was like he could taste it on his tongue. He was desperately trying to rein in his emotions and failing miserably as his mind catapulted over every worst case scenario.
He spoke, finally, conjuring the only thing he could think to say as his brain continued in overdrive.
"Don't" he said firmly, threateningly, his voice level for the first time that morning.
His father smiled broadly without an ounce of kindness behind his eyes as they narrowed.
"You never learn⌠What did I tell you? What have I always told you? Thisâ" he said, gesturing to Mattheo's body shaking in fight or flight mode "âis weakness. Look at you!" he said with disgust, with disdain, "You're worthless. You can't decide what to you, your mind is divided when it should be focused; you're thinking of her when you should be thinking only of yourself!"
Mattheo heard every word he was saying, but all he could think about was you, about how to get back to you, how to stop whatever had already begun; but it was like chasing a train on foot that had long since left the station, no matter how badly he wanted to jump in front of it, it was far too late.
"So, one question remains" Voldemort said, circling him again. "You...Or her?" he asked, sneering.
Mattheo's eyes flicked darkly to his father. "Me or her what?" he said through gritted teeth.
"Surely you understand that I can't allow this relationship to continue with the way it's destroying you, and while the Carrows provided me with a lengthy list of ways we could enforce that" he said, smiling, letting the threat of his most devoted followers linger. "I have something much simpler in mind." He stopped pacing, snapping to face Mattheo fully, his robes flourishing around him.
"I will have your memories" he said proudly. "And one of you will forget their feelings for the other... forever" he whispered as Mattheo felt weak in his knees, like they'd buckle beneath the weight of what had been said.
"So, whose will it be?" Voldemort asked.
You felt excruciating pain in every limb, every tendon, every bone, and when you opened your mouth to scream, the Carrows took your words.
All you could do was watch them through the tears that poured out of your eyes in your silent struggle, willing, praying for Mattheo to come back, pleading with him in your mind; please, please, please you thought even as you felt your resolve and strength waning.
Mattheo's mouth had run dry and there was bile in the back of his throat at the impossible decision before him: Either forget the brightest light in his life, perhaps the only thing keeping him steady in an ever-spiraling world, forget the way your skin felt under his fingertips, the smell of your shampoo, how tightly you squeezed him when he hugged you, or the sound of your laugh, the way you listened sincerely to him with your full attention or rubbed his back when he couldn't sleep; forget the only and most sincere feeling of love heâd ever experienced.
Or worse, meet your eyes and not see a light behind them, the way they'd twinkle with adoration for him, watch you forget him completely and live life instead as your friend, a bystander, maybe even watch you fall in love with someone else... His stomach lurched.
...But in a way, isn't that what you deserved? To live a life free of all of this, free of him and the pain he caused you, constantly, every time he had to leave, every time he had to live this second life. You were meant for more than this, you deserved to be loved by someone who could give you everything in return.
"Hers" he spluttered. "Take her memories" he said quickly before he could change his mind.
Voldemort nodded obligingly before waving a hand, dismissing him.
Your eyes fluttered open as you lay in your four-poster bed, a soft smile on your lips as you saw the morning sun just barely sneaking past the curtains in the window that fluttered gently in the autumn breeze, setting your bedroom in a deep golden hue.
Your limbs were heavy with sleep and you were settled warmly in your sheets. You felt refreshed, though you had the smallest echo of a headache that you attempted to rub away as you got ready for the day.
You made your way down to breakfast, settling in amongst your friends.
"Good morning!" you said cheerfully as you took your usual seat between Pansy and Blaise.
"Good morning, babes!" Pansy chirped as the boys nodded, waved, and greeted you in various acknowledgements. You grabbed a pastry and pressed closer to Blaise to help him with the crossword puzzle in the Daily Prophet. You were deeply focused on the black and white print when Mattheo wandered in, sliding onto the bench across from you. His movement caught your eye and you glanced at him and offered a small wave before returning your attention to the paper.
And that was all he got.
A glance, a smile that he tried to hold on to, to see if there was even a glimmer of recollection behind it. But there was nothing.
The spell was strong. It had tied up every lose end. Your things were gone from his room, your pictures together wiped clear by the time he returned, even your hair tie had disappeared from his wrist. And when he crawled into his bed, and realized your scent was gone from his sheets, he pulled his pillow over his head to mask his muffled sob.
Now not even his friends remembered your relationship, he realized, as he looked around at them, all totally unphased by the fact that you weren't glued to each other's side. At once he craved the way Theo complained incessantly about your PDA, and Blaise teased him for being whipped. He would give anything anything for something other than the complete ignorance in front of him.
He'd never felt so alone.
A few days later, you noticed Mattheo was...off. Even moreso than usual. You were used to him being standoffish, reserved, a total closed book, but you sensed something different about him. You had never been close, but something about his demeanor kept catching your attention.
"Are you okay?" you asked him that weekend at the Slytherin house party.
You'd had to raise your voice to be heard over the crowd and the loud music and his eyes snapped to yours, almost in shock, before they began intently searching your face.
You looked back at him, confused, waiting for a reply.
"M'fine" he said finally, taking a long drink from his cup in an effort to occupy hands that desperately wanted to pull you into him and lips that desperately wanted to tell you a truth that didn't exist anymore.
"Lighten up, Matty!" you said, gently shoving him on his chest as you walked away, and he nearly choked on his firewhiskey, because there was only one person in his life that had ever called him that, and it was you, beginning the night you'd first time told him you loved him.
He watched you walk away and fade back into the crowded party, wondering, daring to hope that there was a way to get you back.
After that night, Mattheoâs attention on you increased tenfold. The following morning he'd squeezed his way next to you at breakfast, nearly knocking Blaise off the bench as he slid you your favorite coffee.
"Oh!...Thank you?" you'd said, surprised as you peered over his shoulder at Blaise and then looked down at the latte. "How did youâ?"
"âCan I walk you to class?" he asked eagerly, a smile on his face.
"Suuureeee" you said hesitantly.
Then, he wanted to walk you to every class, and he'd even offered to carry your books. It was kind, endearing even, but it felt misplaced, so out-of-the-blue that it caught you off guard and confused you.
"Mattheo, I really want to thank you for everything you've been doing for me" you said finally as you walked out of your potions class to find him waiting for your eagerly, like a puppy, a smile on his face. Your eyes shifted to the classmates that walked by, eyeing the two of you together. "I just want you to know, I'm not really looking for anything serious. We're friends, that would be a little...weird, you know?" you said gently.
A moment.
And then he felt a chasmic split in his heart that he didnât think heâd live through once, let alone twice. It had never occurred to him that there was a world in which you wouldnât fall madly in love with him again as your words brought a memory rushing forward...
"Is this going to be weird?â" you asked, breathless, until his lips cut you off again, crashing to yours as his hands pulled you further against him in the broom closet. "âDarling, I could not care less" he murmured against you, and you laughed as your fingers tangled into the curls at the base of his neck and he felt your tongue against his own. âMmm our friends are going to lose their mindâ you whispered, grinning wickedly at him.
"Matty?" you asked, concerned at the look on his face, pulling him out of the memory, even as he tried and failed to hold on to it.
His eyes refocused on yours as his face darkened.
"Why are you calling me that?" he asked abruptly, his eyes narrowing.
"What?" you asked, taken aback at his tone.
"Matty. Why are you calling me that?"
"Iâ" you started before looking up at him, confused, feeling the dull ache of one of your more frequently occurring headaches coming on. "I-I don't know" you said quickly, a blush rising to your cheeks as you pushed past him.
He turned and punched the wall forcefully, feeling his knuckles crack in response.
Weeks went by. Every second in your existence was a painful reminder of what he would never have again, and yet he refused to distance himself, desperate for your laugh even if was for someone else, your smile, even if he wasn't the one to put it there.
Sometimes he swore he saw the slightest recollection in your eyes; he'd catch you looking at him, and you'd smile when he caught your eye, but it was always friendly, never like the look you used to give him, with the glimmer of something sinfully mischievous beneath it that had the two of you tumbling into his bed between classes.
The whole situation was setting him on edge, making him more anxious and fidgety than he'd ever been. But, of course, no one seemed to notice, his friends either chalking it up to his normal idiosyncrasies or bewitched to ignore his unusual behavior.
Now he was staring at the book in his lap, reading the same line over and over and over again, his mind running ragged as you sat beside him. At this distance he could smell your perfume, could feel your warmth radiating next to him and his heart ached at your proximity.
He hadn't realized he was doing it at first, but his leg was jiggling incessantly between the two of you, his jitters working at the pace of his mind, his body's panicked response to being so tantalizingly close to you, so desperate for you and not being able to have you. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his leg, resting there gently as fingers began to trace a familiar pattern on his thigh, causing his jittering to slow along with his heart, which had now dropped into his stomach.
He glanced sidelong at you, afraid to move an inch, terrified that you would stop. He noticed you hadnât broken your concentration on your book, perhaps hadnât even realized you were touching him, it was like your body was moving on autopilot to comfort him in the very way you used to, tracing hearts on his thigh before nuzzling into him or pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.
He held his breath with the hope that this might mean something deeper, that there was a piece of you that remembered him as he closed his eyes, and tried to focus on the pattern of your fingers, the simple touch nearly bringing him to tears as he tried to let himself live in the memory of you.
You were right at the very best part of your book, the plot finally taking off, when you felt the familiar ache in your head that very quickly turned to a throbbing that brought you back to the present moment, and made you realize your hand had been resting on Mattheoâs thigh.
âOh, gods!â you said suddenly, pulling your hand back quickly. âIâm sorry, I didnâtââ you started until you saw the pained expression on his face, his eyes closed, his head hung as his hand carded through his hair. Your headache was pounding in full now, enough to make you wince and touch your temple. His eyes fluttered open, looking at you with concern.
âYNâ?â
ââS-Sorry!â you said quickly, gathering your things and beelining for your room.
âHave you noticed anything⌠different with Mattheo recently?â you asked Pansy that weekend.
You were laying on your stomach on your bed, flipping casually through a magazine as she sat next to you, admiring her nails as she painted them a deep emerald.
Youâd tried to ask as nonchalantly as you could, but she looked up at you with an eyebrow raised in question.
âI donât know heâs been so⌠strange with me. Heâs wanted to walk me to class, and carry my books, he wants to hang out all the time and he somehow knew how I liked my latteâŚ?â you trailed off, leaving out the way your hand had ghosted over him, the expression on his face, and your recurring headaches that didn't feel like a coincidence anymore, flaring up every time you were around him.
A moment passed but Pansy didnât reply and when you looked at her you saw that her expression hadnât changed; she was staring blankly at you, not saying a word, which was extraordinarily odd to put it mildly.
This was the type of gossip that would usually have her on her feet, screaming, spiraling, devising a messy plan to get two of her best friends together, but you were getting nothing in return, less than nothing.
âPans?â you goaded, prompting a response.
Her head tilted slightly, abnormally in a way that was starting to creep you out as her blank stare continued and you slowly pulled yourself upright and away from her.
âLet it goâ she said flatly. âYouâre imagining things.â
You were taken aback and started to respond before she interrupted you.
ââI mean, you canât think that heâs into you or something, do you? He would never go for you⌠what would he see in you? What could you possibly have to offer the Dark Lordâs son YN? Heâs got girls lined up out the door for him.â
You felt tears sting your eyes as you sat up fully now. Never once in your almost ten years of friendship had she ever said anything like that to you before. You were hurt, but you also couldnât help but feel like something was very very wrong as fear fluttered in your heart at her dark words and unnatural expression.
Suddenly, your mind snapped black for a moment to another time you felt foreboding, felt fear in your bones, screaming silently with no one to hear you and you stumbled to your feet, wiping the tears from your eyes as your head throbbed so hard you were afraid you were going to be sick.
Pansy looked up at you, and smiled, unphased by the way you were shaking or swiping at your running mascara as she smiled. âWant to go to dinner babes?â she asked cheerful again, like she had forgotten everything sheâd just said to you.
âI-Iâve got to goâ you said quickly, as you made your way for the door, desperate to find the person you sensed was responsible for this all.
You made your way to the common room in slow motion, like one of those dreams where youâre running but not actually going anywhere. You felt flushed and feverish as your body began to tremble and the room felt like it was distorting itself. You looked around frantically and found Mattheo walking in your group of friends on their way to dinner.
âYN!â Blaise cheered, noticing you approach as Draco and Theo turned in concert, smiling widely at you with uncannily happy expressions.
But the minute Mattheoâs eyes landed on you, his smile dropped to concern and he quickly approached you, closing the distance between you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked immediately, reaching for you before pulling his hands back awkwardly.
âCan I talk to you?â you winced as your headache intensified âPlease?â
âYeah, of courseâ he said eagerly, motioning to his friends, âIâll catch up with youâ he said, nearly ignoring them completely as he led you back towards their now empty room.
He shut the door behind you both and you swayed on your feet before moving between the four poster beds and sitting on the edge of his.
There were five identical beds in the room and he tried not to read too much into the fact that youâd known which was his, even though in this reality youâd never been here. And then he tried to calm the erratic beating of his heart of you being here, alone with him, in his room, shaking the thought from his mind quickly as he took in the pained look on your face, your eyes pinched closed as you rubbed your temple
He came quickly to you, kneeling in front of you, moving to place his hands on your legs and pulling back, never knowing what the fuck to do with them anymore around you.
âWhatâs going onââ he started.
ââWhat did you do to me?â you whispered harshly, your eyes fluttering open, your face scrunched angrily in accusation.
âWhat?â he asked, confused.
âMattheo, something is very very wrong, and you canât tell me you donât know what Iâm talking about.â
He stopped breathing. It couldnât be.
âOur friends arenât normal, people around us arenât normal, and I feel like my insides are on fucking fireâ you said, grimacing. âAnd it only happens when Iâm around you. Iâm not an idiot, Mattheo, is this because I turned you down?â
For his part he looked like he was about to cry, he didnât look threatening or guilty, just enormously sad as he looked up at you with his amber eyes and your headache split to a nearly debilitating degree and tears flowed from your eyes in pain.
âMy headâ you said in a muffled sob.
You felt his warm hands rest on your legs, the first time heâd let himself touch you in months and you felt another flash in your mind, him smiling down at you with a lopsided grin in a way youâd never seen him look at you before, with adoration, with longing, with love, but it didnât feel weird this time, it felt normal, so familiarâŚ
âYN?â he whispered and your eyes fluttered open to see his transfixed on you, scanning your every feature, his expression full of concern. âPlease hear me when I say I would never ever hurt you.â A lie he realized too late as he looked at you now.
âI-I know that?â you said shakily. âSomehow I know that but I donât know how else to explain this or how Iâm feelingâ you said, sniffling.
âFuck!â he muttered in frustration as he stood up and started pacing, running his fingers through his hair. He was certain that something was happening and yet he had no idea how to help you, the image of you crying in pain on his bed making him physically ill.
You sniffed again and said the next sentence so softly he swore he'd dreamt it.
âYou have a scar on your shoulder, hereâ you said, gesturing over your own shoulder blade, tracing the same pattern of the raised skin on his back.
âYou take your tea with milk and two sugarsâ your voice wobbled but was gaining strength as you kept speaking and he turned to look at you.
âYou write left-handed but play quidditch right handed.â
Your eyes squeezed shut, words tumbling from your mouth now, like a broken dam.
âYou always wanted a dog growing up and if youâd had one you would have named himâ"
ââZorynâ you said simultaneously. He moved to approach you, crouching in front of you again as he stared at you in awe, unable to believe what was going on.
Your eyes opened at his voice.
âAfter my favorite quidditch playerâ he said. âYN youâre the only person who knows that.â
âWhy do I know these things?â you asked, pained.
He opened us mouth but nothing came out.
âMattyâ you were practically beginning him to help you understand but he was too scared to be wrong, too scared to tell you the truth.
â...Iâm the only one that calls you thatâ you whispered, and he nodded encouragingly.
âYeah, you areâ he said quietly, gently.
You reached out tentatively, your hand trembling and touched his cheek and he let his head fall against the palm of your hand, nuzzling into you as his eyes fluttered closed. You sniffed again.
âItâs okay, love, Iâm hereâ he said tenderly.
âB-But you werenât thereâ you said, breathing heavily all of a sudden, panicked. âI-I was scared and I wanted you there and you werenât thereâŚâ and just like that your eyes blinked to his and memories came like an avalanche as you stood and he rose his feet beside you.
The first time he kissed you, the feeling of his warm palm in yours, tangling your fingers in his curls, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest in bed, the way heâd pull you onto his lap at breakfast and everyone would moan about it, him nuzzling into your neck, his arms around your waist and his hand at the small of your back in the corridor between classes. His lopsided grin as his amber eyes twinkled down at you and he whispered âGods, Iâm crazy about you, darlingâ
âI remember! I remember!â you said finally looking up at the real Mattheo standing in front of you, his face somewhere between sheer panic and shock and suddenly the inches between you were too much as you flew into his arms, wrapping yourself around him as he lifted you off the ground.
âFuck babyâ he said as you felt him shaking beneath you. âIâm sorry Iâm so fucking sorry. He made me. M-made me choose, your memories or mine andââ he choked up as hand came to rest on the back of your head, holding you closer to him ââI didnât want you to live a moment in any reality thinking I didnât love you.â
âItâs okay, Matty, itâs okayâ you murmured against him, clinging to him, to the moment.
âNone of this is okayâ he said back.
âItâs ok nowâ you reassured him.
He made to pull back but you squeezed him tighter, afraid.
âI donât want to forgetâ you mumbled into his neck.
âYouâre not going toâ he said through a laugh, the first time the sound had left his lips in months.
âLet me guessâ you sniffed against him, fighting the knowing smile on your lips, âbecause youâre unforgettableâ you grumbled at his cocky humor.
âWell, yeahâ he said, laughing genuinely now, even as you pinched him.
âBut more importantlyââ he said as he took a step forward to lay you down on his bed so he could look at you, could finally see the sparkle of recognition in your eyes that he had been craving. You were looking back at him like you were committing his every feature to memory, your stomach flipping at how beautiful he was, at how you could ever forget it, tracing the scar at his eyebrow, his flushed cheeks, his lips and noting the twinkle in his eyes.
ââYouâre not going to forget because the most powerful wizard alive already tried to make you, and it didnât fucking work.â
You smiled at him, resolutely. âI could never forget you.â
âThatâs right, babyâ he said as he leaned down to brush his lips against yours, lingering for just a moment, savoring it like it was the first time all over again.
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you dream of stars, so, for you, i climb the moon || leona kingscholar
"dreams in a new world could still stay the same, right?" you start randomly in the midst of cooking, leona's ears twitching to indicate he heard you. "there's nothing wrong with my dreams?"
"of course there ain't nothin' wrong with your dreams." leona rumbles somewhere nearby you, pausing to somewhat clumsily flip the pancakes he was making. "dreams are... stupid, naive, sometimes. but they're never wrong. what, did ya have some dumb dream?"
"no, nothing like that." you murmured, and the kitchen fell quiet again as the fires burned by your sides. "just thinking about how, when i was little, i really wanted to open a bakery. it was supposed to be all nice and cute, too, but then life happened."
"life happened." leona echoes, sort-of-agreeing with you before switching off the stove and taking off the tacky apron you bought him for an anniversary. "i guess that happens to everyone."
"but somewhere, i feel like im regetting not trying hard enough to go to culinary school or learn to cook from the neighbourhood street shops, you know? i could have started something within nrc but-"
"you could have done more, sure." leona starts, cutting you off with a sigh you could only describe as gentle, slow, lightly-treading to make sure he understood what you were trying to say fully. "but somethin' i saw when i visited cheka recently... is that we tend to be harder on ourselves despite knowing everything about the situations we were in. for example-" leona turns your around and shuts the gas, letting the stew simmer.
"let's say there's another kid who ends up in nrc like you, magicless and all, but there's no 'grim' they could have. and they did exactly what you did. would you blame them for crimes? for death?" you give him a look, gritting your teeth before answering with a resounding no. "not only were they forced into problems they knew nothing about, they would only be a child. that's your answer, right?"
"then why doesn't it apply to you? you were a child too. doesn't matter how old you actually were, you were younger than now, that's how time fucking works. some things are just always gonna be out of your control, but." leona pauses to take your hands in his and kiss your palms, warm from the stream of the stew. "if you dream of the stars, i'll climb the fucking moon for you to hang 'em there. so why don't you go and show me the bakery you wanna start, hmm?"
honestly this ended up more serious bc a lot of my american friends are panicking about the elections (not gonna blame them tbh it is a mess) but hopefully the leona-kissers in the us enjoy this for a bit!! 424 words tagging: @aivy-saur, @nemisisnemi, @fungifanart, @loser-jpg, @glidiaxoxo @puowei, @vauxxnm
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A moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me.
smutsmutsmut!! i've never written smut before, if something's wrong please let me know!! giving head (spencer receiving), no y/n, no gender specificity, a little rushed, no idea how many words, send asks!!
"There you go, honey.. take it all" Spencer's voice is almost shaky, guiding you by your hair further down onto his cock, stopping when you gag. But after a minute you began moving on your own, letting your spit dribble down to the base, your plans are ruined when he grips harder to that fistful of hair and pushes you down.
This doesn't happen without the relentless murmurs and whimpers of "oh baby, I'm sorry..". Along with multiple praises of "yes my sweet, taking me so well." Either way, the sudden vocal approach was different, and it just spurred you on further, humming out a moan. A simple thing clearly had a huge impact on the man above you, hips bucking, leading to a cough as you pulled away.
Strands of saliva that once connected you to his flushed red tip, broke and retracted back, leaving a clear, bubbly line of drool dripping from your bottom lip. His thumb came down wiping softly over the substance before pushing it back into your mouth. Accepting it, you pushed forward, sucking lightly on the digit before pulling off with a lewd 'pop'.
Taking initiative, lifting your soft hands, the ones he loved and kissed tenderly on the first date were soon wrapped around him. It was different to your mouth, but a gasp still left him at the contact, he was grateful for anything at this point. As your tugs slowly lessened, you could tell he was missing the warmth and wetness of your perfect mouth around him.
So you gave him what you wanted, parting your soft lips, replacing your hands with the familiar sensation, lightly grazing your teeth against the tip. "Fuck, please-" he sounded strained, desperate. Usually it was you under him, begging for his touch, hips bucking and pleading for him. No matter how much you missed that, him taking care of you, it still felt good to get him off.
That feeling inside him was clearly increasing, he twitched inside your mouth when you'd taken him further into your throat. His hips bucked and he was almost immediately gone, even then, he was still gentle, still cared for you. "I'm gonna cum, baby I'm- please!". Tears were welling up in your eyes, gag reflex being abused over and over, slightly blurring the face of pure ecstasy above you.
Clearly he was holding back, not wanting to surprise you with cumming down your throat without warning. You nodded the best you could and it was over for him, two more light thrusts and the coil snapped. Hot, white spurts of his release coated your tongue, already half pulling off him when Spencer had grabbed onto your head. Keeping you where he wanted you, the salty liquid had spurted up and onto your face, there he was, watching in awe.
Your lips, cheek, some on your nose. Smiling down at you, he took a second to admire the way you looked on your knees between his thighs. On the ground, hands on your own lap, staring up with those big wide eyes of yours.
"Oh look at you, so messy.. who did that?" You both laughed at his comment, clearly he found himself hilarious. "You di-" unable to finish your sentence, breaking into a fit of coughing and struggled breaths. Immediately, he was concerned, and felt extremely guilty.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I'm so sorry.." caressing your cheek softly with his thumb, the night ended quickly with a hot tea brewing, more to soothe your throat than anything. With tea finished, arms around your waist, laying under the covers staring each other in the eyes. Almost like cheesy teens, TV softly lighting up the room, also serving as a light background noise. Soon, tiredness took over both of you, your eyes starting to droop before his.
"It's alright, just rest for me.."
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the dnf club (vol. 4)
lance stroll
tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, mating press, car sex, breast play, hickies & bites, semi-public sex, dirty talk, mentions of children
a/n: thank you for the warm reception for the others in this little series! i'm always open to hearing about what ideas you may have. my inbox is open <3
carlos edition // franco edition // alex edition // nico edition
you know this was defeating for lance. the kind of defeating that left you feeling horrible for your boyfriend. while he wasn't going to win the wdc, it was important to have a good season. and when you watched the red flag be drawn and him hauled back to the paddock. you only knew how to be there for him.
while he seated to cool off, you pressed yourself up against him. the level he was at meant that your breasts were in his face. and while it was an innocent action. lance grabbed your ass when no one was looking. you knew what would happen tonight, to get the anger out from a shitty performance.
you two barely got to the car before lance was all over you. he practically guided you into the backseat. the car was in a far part of the parking lot and with tinted windows. it was a tad cramped back there but you two would make due. especially when lance got his hands on you.
"you really are my number one fan, huh? but i guess you're much more than that. you're everything to me." he pushed up your t-shirt to expose your bra underneath. a black lacy number that made the blood rush south for lance, "anything i want, you give. quite an admirable thing." he got the bra off of you and his mouth on your chest. he tongue grazed across your nipples. he gave them both attention before he started to leave heavy marks across your chest.
he wanted to mark you. he wanted to see pretty bruises on your chest that'll last for days on end. and when they faded, he would just add more. he felt the disappointment of such a horrible loss. he didn't even get a place in the race, he couldn't complete it. and it made emotion swirl in his gut as he rubbed your thigh. soon enough you got your jeans off and your panties. you were left naked in the backseat with your lover at the track.
"you look prettier with my marks." he said as he pressed one of the bruises on your collarbone, "the kind of pretty that makes me go crazy. thank you, thank you." he groaned, "for letting me take out all the anger."
you cupped his face and looked into his dark eyes, you said to him, "you'd never actually hurt me, lance. so i'm not worried." then kissed him square on the mouth. you helped him out of his jeans and his aston martin t-shirt. you were pressed into the back corner of the backseat with your taller boyfriend crowded in your space. he took you by the legs and pressed them into your chest.
it allowed him to hit your pussy at just the right area, exposed in the air of the car. slowly the windows started to fog up as he sank into you. his cock really did hit every right place inside of you. the blunt head rubbed up against your g-spot as he started to move his hips up against your ass.
and then like butter over popcorn, the anger melted off of his shoulders. he groaned as he rutted against you. while it wasn't the more comfortable position, it was enough to get the two of you going. you felt the fire in your gut as he moved against you.
"fuck, baby." he said as he worked his hips against you, "you feel like a dream under me." his words were tense as pleasure combed through his body. there was something about you that just got him riled up. even on his worst days, he still had you. he had all of you. he allowed himself to bask in what made you amazing and fuck you until he got his fill. he could feel the pleasure on his tongue and seep into his blood.
you whined, "please, lance. we have to be quiet." then felt him hit just the right spots that made you tense up and moan. your bruised nipples got hard and the additional feeling made the pleasure run faster through you.
the air of the car got warm as the two of you moved together. the sex was hot and with your knees to your chest the pleasure only got more intense.
"next year.' you panted, "it'll go great. you'll get them next time." you moaned as lance continued to thrust up against you in just the right way. you felt the hammer in your chest as he continued to fuck you with heavy thrusts.
"it will." he said, "and then we'll celebrate the victory. you, me and a nice hotel bed. maybe some champagne, maybe i'll even tie you up." he chuckled, "i bet you'd love that. if i took my belt and put it around those pretty wrists."
you clenched around him and he got his answer. he continued to fuck you, bully the blunt head of his cock against your most softest areas. he knew exactly how to make you feel good. let the dirty words come off his tongue. you whined and he chuckled lowly.
"ah, i bet you'd love that. even if i lost next year. you'd still let me mark up your little body. let me ruin that sweet fucking cunt." he groaned, "fuck, you feel amazing. you know i'd give you anything you needed or wanted. everything i have is yours. and everything you have in mine." he shuddered with a heavy want as he continued to fuck you achy cunt.
the sounds of sex filled the car, and the scent of sweat paired with it. the car rocked a little as he moved and you tried to meet his thrusts. his weight pressed on you as he had you in a mating press. your pussy exposed in the low light coming from the parking garage. the sight of you under him was beautiful. you were so perfect for him, you'd happily give yourself over to him at any chance. let him use that sweet cunt for stress relief.
"fuck, lance." you moaned as the pace was picked up. you knew you weren't going to last much longer. the pleasure was a thick throb in your head as he fucked you. his lips captured any skin he could find. trailed them across your cheeks and jaw. he even laid a small hickey on the curve of your jawbone. which made you grow even more wet.
he gave a few more thrusts because he slammed his entire length into your achy cunt and finished inside of you. but he wasn't going to leave you without pleasure. he continued to rut up against you. he could feel the fire in his gut as he moved against you. your noises got a bit ore higher pitched as you felt the slam of pleasure inside of your needy core.
you whimpered and whined as he continued to rut up against you. he fucked you through your orgasm, and even a second orgasm for himself. he made sure that not a drop was wasted as he slowed to a stop. he pulled out and when your hips dropped, a bit of his cum got onto the leather of the seated.
you both panted heavily. lance eyed your naked body. you looked at him and his dark eyes soon lingered on you. he pulled you in for another heated kiss and you knew this wasn't going to be the only round tonight. you just hoped that the rest of them would be somewhere a little more comfortable.
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you watched lance pull into second place at the 2025 brazil grand prix. you stood with the rest of the team and when he crossed the finish line, everyone cheered. and you looked to the baby in your arms.
he was sound asleep despite his father's near victory. your little escapade in the backseat of the car led to the eventually birth of your son three months ago. he was asleep in your arm, ears covered with noise cancelling headphones while lance was having a stellar season.
"he did it, daddy got podium." you whispered to your son.
you kissed the baby on his round little face and heard lance over the radio. you knew this year would be better, and that was becoming fact. <3
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đđđđđđđ ⍠Lando Norris x fem!reader
đđđđđđđ ⍠You Lando canât stay away from each other, no matter how bad you should be running for the hills.
This is heavily inspired by the song âRun for the Hillsâ by Tate McRae
đđđđđđđ���: 16+, use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV
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Did this idea also come from the possibility that Lando (or his car) might be featured in Tateâs new music video? yes. Yes, it did.
Never gonna ever be more than just something thatâs fucking me up,
Should run for the hills, should run for the hills
Should be running for the hills the way you touch me.
This dilemma youâre in, is nothing new. Partners with benefits? Friends with benefits? Sure, but it's a bit more complicated than Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake.Â
If anyone, meaning anyone, found out about your relationship (if you could even call it that), youâd both be fired. Ended. Then in your case, probably disowned.Â
Across from the table, your secret sits a few seats away, chatting with another member of the team. Occasionally, you make eye contact and its never casual glances because his eyes hold a type of want that makes your skin burn. Each time your eyes meet, itâs like a secret signal. His hazel eyes hold promises that you swear could end wars. Or start them. Whatever he wanted, probably.Â
No matter how much tension and stolen glances passed between you two, nothing could ever come of it tonight. He, Lando Norris, is a McLaren Formula One racing driver, and you are untouchable to him. Because you are the daughter of a rich man, a rich man who happens to be the leading sponsor of the McLaren Racing team. Your fatherâs business is so large, that if any reporter, coworker, friend, or teammate caught wind of an interpersonal relationship between you and Lando, heâd be ruined. Nothing stops the media from taking lies and twisting them for any audience thatâll listen.Â
Itâs been about six months of team dinners and other events since your family became a McLaren business partner. Six months where youâve gotten way too close to Lando. Originally, you listened to your fatherâs warnings about dating anyone McLaren-related, but with Lando, you couldnât help yourself.
The flirting became more than playful, and the careful touches became purposeful. Up until last night, the most you two had ever physically interacted is small brushes of your hands in crowded rooms, or that one time you swear he grazed your leg while sitting in a conference. Then last night, at the hotel your family and him were conveniently sharing, you let your needs win. You went to his room because you couldnât sleep and wanted company at first, but then he invited you to his room's patio hot tub.Â
Hotels, late nights, hands through my hair,
Long talks, red eyes, clothes everywhereâŚ
You talked a bit, kissed a bit, kissed more, explored each other, but never did anything serious. Eventually, you both shared the realization that your family might come looking for you, so you stopped. However, ever since you left him last night, youâve only been able to think about his hands and his lips. Little did you know, he was stuck on the same thing.
You both wanted it, and were willing to throw everything out of the window just to be in each other's reach. So, what was stopping you?
That was the same question that was running through both you and Landoâs mind tonight.
âWhatâs stopping us?â Your eyes tried to communicate to him, while tilting your head a bit.Â
He let a smirk slip at first, but then immediately hid it, hoping no one caught him. If anyone followed his eyesight, theyâd easily catch you two looking at each other with more fire than the hibachi stove next to you.Â
You ate silently and talked to other business moguls around the table, trying your hardest to ignore how Lando was practically undressing you with his eyes.Â
âSo, Y/N, howâs life treating you?â A man who is two seats away from you changed the subject from baseball and directed it to you. He was wearing a classic pinstripe 3-piece suit that looked like it was going to pop open any second. He had an air that absolutely radiated money, or perhaps that was just the cologne thatâs been burning your nose all night.Â
You twitched your nose at the smell, then plastered a fake smile when looking at the man. âAs good as it can get, I guess.â You answered him and took a look around the table, seeing how everybody has stopped to listen to your conversation.Â
There were some people that you recognized, and some that you didnât. (And one person that you wished you knew everything about.) Some people wore nice clothing, and others were dressed in casual or orange.Â
âGood, good,â the man added while stabbing a piece of steak, swirling it in brown sauce on his plate. He shoveled the food into his mouth and continued nodding like he was still going to speak. He waved his fork in your direction, as he chewed. At first, he looked like he would never swallow the food. Finally, with what looked like a painful gulp, he cleared his throat and spoke again. âYou, uh, getting into the family business anytime soon?â
âSorry?â I asked, slightly confused with his wording. I was already in the family business, and I was sure he already knew that.
âExcuse me,â he began again. âI only meant to ask if you had put any thought into properly naming yourself an owner of your familyâs company.âÂ
You were at an age where most business owners started inheriting the business, but your father was as healthy as ever, so there was no need to think about that. Maybe the man was looking for an opening to join your familyâs company?Â
âOh, um, Iâve already prepared myself to inherit the business when the time comes, if thatâs what you're referring to, but my place as a business representative is serving me well enough at the moment.â
The man nodded again, shoveled more meat into his mouth, nodded more, then gulped. âAhhh, I see.âÂ
His words shouldnât have meant anything rash, but his tone was so sour that I almost flinched. Anyone that wasnât in the industry wouldnât think twice about his wording, but when youâve been surrounded by people like him all of your life, you catch the real meanings. In high class motorsport business, people rarely ever say what they actually mean, so you have to learn to understand their underlying cues.Â
For example, someone could say âyour business has been running pretty consistently recently,â when they really mean âI know you're going into debt nana nana boo boo.â
This man said âAhhh⌠I see,â in a way that sounded very impolite.
âSorry, but it almost sounded like you were doubting my daughterâs future.â Your father spoke up, cutting off the man who was speaking to you. Your father must have also caught on to the manâs tone. The man shook his head quickly and looked around the table, trying to explain. Everyoneâs attention was still on our conversation.Â
Even Landoâs. Especially Landoâs.
Lando looked like he wasnât enjoying the manâs accusations, eyes almost predatory.Â
You looked away from him, and back to the blubbering man. âNo, no, no, no, no, sir. You must understand. I was only curious whether your daughterâs recent affairs had affected the re-â
âAffairs?â My father spoke louder. He didnât look at me for clarification, he just looked angrier at the man.Â
âWell, I mean, everybodyâs noticed her and the McLaren racer becoming uncomfortable close for a business relationship.â The man looked both nervous, yet proud of his words.Â
Your eyes widened. You were not expecting this man to know anything about this. You were mortified, safe to say. He had just outed you and Lando to a table full of people you were keeping your relationship the most secret from.Â
âGet out.â Your dad stood from his chair quickly, asserting dominance, and showing his power. Two people from your fatherâs side ushered the man out quickly.
You were thankful for your fatherâs actions, but also terrified of how he might react to this new drama floating around the table currently.
Whispers clouded the table: âY/N and Lando? No⌠maybe Oscar?â âYou've seen them, right?â âNo way!â
You looked at your father, as he sat back down. You wanted to explain, but he spoke first.Â
âHoney, I know he was just trying to get under your skin. I never liked him anyways.â Your father spoke, trying to comfort you. âPlus, I know you are smart, and you and that Mclaren boyâs relationship is nothing but friendly business.â
Instead of fighting him, you let him believe that lie. âYes. Yes, just friendly business, Father.â
He smiled with agreement and went back to the dinner.Â
Your mind was still reeling with the events. Hopefully everyone else believes the same thing as your father. Hopefully no one knew the truth: that your's and Landoâs relationship was anything but professional or business-like.
The dinner had reached its end very soon after that altercation. Now, you and your family were pulling up to the hotel. As soon as you stepped out of the limo, you caught sight of a familiar body standing near you.
âSorry.â you heard Lando speak up, facing your father. âI was wondering if I could speak to Y/n.â Lando asked very confidently, like he his request was nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, your father looked at Lando with one of the most intimidating frowns youâve ever seen.Â
You touched your fatherâs arm lightly, signaling that he could trust you. So, your father let you go, reluctantly, but he trusted you. Maybe he shouldnât.Â
Lando waited until you were out of sight from your family, around a corridor, when he grabbed your hand and dragged you into a nearby room. You canât say you didnât expect this.
âLando- what?â You tried to reason that your family could be waiting but Lando cut you off fast.Â
His lips met yours with force and determination. You let whatever you were going to say die into a small moan against his mouth.Â
Your mind was running again with scary thoughts of your father catching you two, or maybe even Landoâs boss. However, those thoughts instantly fizzled away when Lando slipped his arm around your waist, bringing your bodies close.
You were flush against each other, sharing body heat. Lando being so close was the exact remedy to any and all anxiety-inducing thoughts. You were this close before, sure, but this time felt so much more intimate.
Itâs almost like the tension had built up from the dinner, and this small feeling of body-near-body made that dam break. Now tension and lust were washing over the two of you in a tidal wave.Â
However strong your feelings for Lando were building, his are easily doubled.
Lando has been waiting to touch again ever since last night. The insatiable need to be near you, feel your body, hear those whispering noises you make when you kiss, was incredible. If it wasnât irrational, he could have pulled you away during the dinner. Recently, that line between rational and irrational has been blurring more and more every time heâs near you.
He, of course, got the same warning as you about workplace relationships. Actually, he was basically threatened and scolded, because Zak couldnât trust him as far as he could throw him when it comes to romantic relationships. Or keeping anything professional.Â
He knows how worried you are about your business, and what bad publicity could do to itâs reputation. So, despite how bad he wants to ignore the warnings, he goes along with it to keep you safe.
In general, the entire relationship is just a god-awful idea. You should have stopped as soon as it started, but after last nightâŚ
Maybe the dangerâs covered by the thrill,
âCause I know I should be running for the hills.
The way you touch meâŚ
You tilted your head up slightly, deepening the kiss. He felt your submission and licked a stripe across your bottom lip.
Anytime you two have been intimate, kissing has been a key part. At first you were disappointed when Lando kept teasing your lips instead of your body, but the longer you kissed him, the more you never wanted to stop. Lando was a phenomenal kisser, and he knew that.Â
The kiss moved from soft to hot and frenzied. You felt his tongue trace along the seam of your lips, begging for entry. You let him in and he quickly dominated your mouth. Anything Lando did with the kiss was insanely sexy, like he knew he could do no wrong.
You broke away, hoping to only catch your breath and go back to his lips, but he pulled away.
âWait, Y/n. Listen, Iâm sorry. I know how us being seen together could create a whole lot of shitâŚâ He was silent for a bit. His words brought back the anxiety pounding in your mind.
You were worried he was rejecting you, but his next words were unexpected.Â
âBut, god, Y/N. I need you. I couldnât fucking care less about your fatherâs rules or the media. I know we should stop. Trust me, Iâve tried mentally slapping myself anytime I think about you.â He started moving back to kiss you. âBut no matter how hard I try to stay away, you keep pulling me back in.â He said the last part against your lips.Â
All you could do was breathe harder. Of course you agreed with him, but no words were coming out of your mouth. You wanted to spill all of your feelings just as he did, but your thoughts were just fog at the moment. Perhaps, if youâd actually even said anything, it wouldnât be comprehensive at all.
So instead you settled by pulling him closer by his tie and smiling. He must have gotten the hint because he dove back into the kiss.Â
After you both finally express your feelings, nothing should come between your relationship anymore right?Â
Except, like it was described at the beginning, this is much more complicated.Â
Days later, you still werenât dating. Actually, you didnât know if you would ever date Lando.Â
Either way, again and again, you still meet up in dark corridors and hotel rooms.Â
âI need you, Y/N.â Lando told you after you tried to end it out of worry that youâd be caught.
âLandoâŚâ However hard you tried to stop seeing him, your body fought against you. âAlright, but we need to be especially quiet. PleaseâŚâ
Donât tease me, and keep me around like itâs easy,
When you know deep down that itâs
Never gonna ever be us.
You were like magnets that could never be apart for too long. No, you were never going to be able to publicly date, and this secret partners-with-benefits ordeal was insanely risky. But, like a hobby that turns into an obsession, or a flame that turns into a bonfire: A little taste was never enough.Â
I get obsessive with you.
All that I want is attention from you
Break into my life and break all my rules, it's trueâŚ
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ATEEZ GETTING OUT OF THE FRIENDZONE
hongjoong x gn reader + seonghwa x gn reader (separated)
this is a continuation of ateez stuck in the friendzone, read that part first so it makes sense!
tw: tooth rotting fluff (+ keep in mind that english is not my first language)
a/n: originally i was gonna make the 8 different scenarios in one single post but then i got reaaaaally carried away (friends to lovers IS my favorite trope after all), and realized itâs probably gonna happen with the rest of the members as well. so be patient please!
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HONGJOONG
hongjoong was sure he was going to explode if you didnât stop your actions in the next following minutes. it started casual, occasionally patting his shoulder in agreement with whatever he was saying at the moment. then, he started short circuiting when you scooted closer to his chair in order to see his screen as he helped you out with new stickers for your laptop. the new distance you established was a bit closer than normal: he believed that he could pull you on his lap with a single movement if he was brave enough.
yet he couldnât cross that boundary, reason why he was feeling like a ticking time bomb.
âdo you think iâm printing too many?â you asked, as you downloaded another sticker from pinterest. hongjoong smiled, finding the amount of fairy cat stickers you downloaded endearing. âknowing you, youâll end up sticking the rest anywhere plain, or on my laptopâ he said in response, earning a chuckle from you.
âyou know me too well hongjoongâ you said in between giggles, before throwing your hand behind the back of his head as you played with strands of his hair. your attention went back to the screen though, but in contrast he could only think about the way your fingers felt against his scalp. unconsciously, his eyes turned to you: he always knew you were beautiful, he didnât just fall for your personality. but sometimes he couldnât help but notice small aspects that normally would go unnoticed by the rest: how you would play with your lips whenever youâre focused on something, the way you would squint adorably as you tried to read small phrases on the screen. also your eyes, he could get lost on them forever and wouldnât even care. in moments like this, he would also focus on your lips, mind wandering about how they would feel against his or-
âjoong, is everything okay?â you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. he blinked rapidly, regaining his composure and fake coughing. âwhatâs going on in that pretty genius head of yours?â you taunted, getting closer to his face.
âtrust me, you wouldnât want to knowâ he muttered in a low voice, but you heard him anyways. âiâm asking because i want to know, you can tell me anything, iâm your best friendâ
âthatâs exactly the problem y/nâ he sighed, turning his gaze back on the screen, finding the satoru gojo cat suddenly super interesting.
what you did next set the timer in him though: you grabbed his chin and turned his face back to you, staring curiously. âi want to know, joongâ you said in a firm voice. your eyes remained interlocked for a few moments, but hongjoongâs patience started running extremely thin. âi can show youâ he whspered back, gaze going back to your lips. your hand left the back of his head and went down to his neck, pulling his face even closer as you nodded in response.
hongjoong closed the distance between you, finally pressing his lips against yours softly. you tasted the way he imagined: faint traces of strawberry from the chapstick he once gifted you, the one you refused to change despite the years. his lips moved against yours in sync, as his hands cupped your face, angling it to a degree so he could taste you better.
he thought he could kiss you forever and never get tired or bored, reason why he also felt disappointed when you pulled away. he chased you lips, so you pecked him as you tried to suppress a smirk from creeping on your face.
âfinallyâ you admitted, causing him to look at you questioningly. âi wanted to do that for a while, joongâ
âyou literally friendzoned me more times than i can rememberâ he pointed out, shock evident on his face. âi donât get touchy with just anyone! i had to camouflage it somehowâ you said in response, blushing. âplus i also thought thatâs how you viewed me, just a friendâ.
âhell no, y/n never say that word around me againâ he said, finally giving in to his initial thought as he pulled you on his lap in one smooth movement, making you laugh. you cupped his face, looking at him intently. âi like you, joongâ you whispered. âyou have absolutely no idea how much i adore youâ he answered, before crashing his lips against yours again.
now that he knew how you tasted, he was never going to let you go again. youâre his new addiction, just like he always imagined.
SEONGHWA
âi still canât believe my friend is getting married to himâ you said, as you finished applying your lipstick before turning back to seonghwa. he was standing next to the window, admiring the view from the luxurious hotel while you finished preparing for the wedding reception. he was already dressed in a gorgeous wine colored suit, which was a bit oversized yet still looked formal on him.
your friend had announced a few months ago that she forgave her boyfriend for cheating, claiming that it was just a âdrunken mistakeâ. she also informed you that she was getting married too, having already set the date and venue, and telling you that you could bring a plus one. of course, you immediately dialed seonghwa, not just to spill the hot gossip but also to invite him. he immediately agreed.
âthat marriage is already doomedâ he said, turning his gaze back on you, chuckling. âbut at least we get an opportunity to stay at a fancy hotel, get all dolled up and then partyâ you pointed out, carefully pulling out your outfit from your suitcase. you had picked a dark blue long dress, that had the back open. you had picked it because it reminded you of the yellow dress from âhow to lose a guy in 10 daysâ, which, by the way, seonghwa found absolutely gorgeous. in fact, he chose the color of his outfit to match yours.
âvery true, the hotel is amazingâ he said, turning back to the window âi didnât know what to expect when you told me it was in the middle of literally nowhereâ. you laughed in response as you exclaimed âright?!â, before entering the bathroom to get dressed.
a few moments later, seonghwa found himself having difficulty to breathe due to how gorgeous and breathtaking you looked. the dress fit your body like a glove, and when you did a little turn to show it from the back, he had to literally control himself from crossing the friendship boundary. âso? how do i look hwa?â you asked him, a little nervous. seonghwa walked towards you, holding your hand as he twirled you around, before setting both of his hands on your waist. his eyes, unbeknownst to you, were holding so much love and devotion, yet you failed to realize it. âif i was the bride iâd kick you out for stealing my spotlightâ he said, earning a chuckle as you cupped his cheek. he unconsciously leaned in to the palm of your hand, wanting more of your touch. âthank you hwa, you look mesmerizing tooâ you said. you both stared at each other, too lost on the small intimate moment you were having.
in seonghwaâs opinion, it ended too soon, as you broke away the moment you started blushing intensely. âcome, iâll do your hairâ you said, fake coughing as you led him to your shared bed for the night. you climbed on the bed and sat behind him, and seonghwa was sure he died and went to heaven. he unconsciously closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your fingers combing his long hair into a half ponytail. once you were done, you straightened your dress and grabbed his hand.
âready to go?â you asked, smiling. he nodded.
âââ
the ceremony was beautiful, and even the vows you and seonghwa swore would be questionable ended up being terribly adorable. once the groom finished what he had to say, seonghwa whispered in your ear âcute, but i still think this is doomedâ, making you laugh silently in your place while simultaneously getting side eyed by other guests.
as the night went by, you found yourself in the need of fresh air from all the intense partying inside the venue. as if seonghwa read your mind, he pulled you from the dancing crowd and led you to the garden with your hands intertwined.
âthank you, i was starting to feel overwhelmedâ you thanked him once outside. he nodded, smiling âi could see it on your faceâ.
âyou always seem to know what iâm thinking about, hwa. youâre amazingâ you said, in a low voice that only he could hear from his place next to you. âof course, iâm the only exception, right?â he said. you nodded âyouâre also my only exception, y/nâ he added, now turning his body to face you entirely.
the garden was lit with tiny lights and candles all over the place, and thankfully the sky was clear enough you could see the stars. you could hear a slow dance playing in the background, belonging to the main venue where everyone watched the newlyweds waltz.
âwanna dance?â seonghwa asked, taking notice of the way your gaze switched from him to the main couple. you looked at him once again and smiled âi donât feel like going back so soon, can we dance here?â you asked. âof courseâ he answered, taking a better hold of your hand as his other wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer. funny, you didnât even realize you were still holding hands. it almost felt natural to you.
you slow danced to the faint music, and you could feel your heart beat louder and louder with each step. a strange feeling bubbled up on your chest, before lifting up your head from his chest to face him. he was already looking at you, making the feeling more intense. âhwa, can i ask you something?â you asked, earning a hum from him. âanythingâ.
âwhy am i your only exception?â you asked in a whisper. you saw the faint blush creeping on his cheeks as he sighed, thinking of different ways to approach the topic. âi think youâre the only one who has ever made me feel the way i feelâ he answered, deciding to just spill the truth he was yearning to say. âyouâre the only exception because you are the only one for meâ.
as soon as he finished saying that, his hands dropped to his sides, as he took a few steps back, giving you space. âiâm sorry i canât continue being your best friend, not when i feel the way i feel every time i see youâ, he said, loud enough for you to hear while averting his gaze.
yet you always managed to surprise him. he was sure you would feel disgusted, betrayed that your best friend of years suddenly viewed you in a different light. but instead, you approached him again, hugging him close and shaking your head. âi donât want to lose youâ you started saying, feeling the way he slowly and cautiously wrapped his arms around your waist. âbut also i would be a fool to ignore the butterflies in my stomach when you say such beautiful things. can you, i mean, can we give each other a chance?â you asked, voice trembling in fear of ruining it.
he cupped your face, thumb smoothing your right cheek. you realized that his stare held a lot more than you initially noticed, for how long did he look at you light that? for how long have you been dismissing his feelings? your questions subdued as he leaned closer, lips now only inches apart. he looked straight to your eyes, as if asking for your permission. you nodded, closing your eyes before his soft lips touched yours.
as cliche as it sounds, you felt like fireworks erupted inside of you. it just felt so right, so genuine and like nothing you experienced before. it felt like the first time you ever experienced love as a teenager, but now you were older and wiser. seonghwa wasnât just your best friend, he was also your only exception, the only one for you.
on seonghwaâs side, he further proved his point of being meant for each other.
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âMovie Nightâ
Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, youâd flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brotherâs best friend. You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your lifeâs film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mateâs little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy?Â
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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really⌠if i miss anything please lmk!
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Chapter 5 - Together or Apart| âMovie Night'
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Since Trent had texted, casually inviting you over to watch a film, youâd been an absolute mess. You stood in front of your closet, staring at your optionsâwere jeans too dressed up? That felt ridiculous to say but then again so often you found yourself in leggings or joggers around him. Your brain hurt from how many different thoughts were swirling in your head. Was this just an organized booty call, an easy fuck for him? Was this a date or were you just two people picking up right where you left off? Your mind spun, nerves flipping from excitement to anxiety. You finally settled on something comfortable with a little bit of a fitter top, trying to preserve the image you and Layla had so perfectly crafted. You wanted to find that balance between effortless and intentional so you wore a pair of cargo pants, easy but comfortable, a white tank top, and a pair of trainers Trent had complimented before. Â
He told you heâd pick you up tonight at your house. It made you start to question even further what tonight meant. Was that a good thing or a bad thing⌠Him coming to pick you up was sweet but was it on purpose so there would be no trace of your car at his house? So when the time came and he told you he was out front, you hesitated. He offered to come up to the front door but somehow that felt like too much. Jack wasnât home, but it still felt almost disrespectful for Trent to come up, to let him walk in knowing very well what could happen if he did. And then you remembered there were the security cameras. The last thing you needed was any suspicious footage. So, you slipped on your trainers and grabbed your bag and headed out. When you got into his car, you barely made it past the seatbelt click before the tension overwhelmed you both. The air felt thick, and before you knew it, you were leaning over the center console, fingers gripping onto his hair as his mouth met yours. His hands almost coaxing you to come sit on his lap, squeezing your thighs. It was intense, desperate, like youâd been holding back for far too long. Just as your hands moved their way down to the soft fabric of his shirt, headlights from a passing car in the neighborhood flooded the interior, snapping you back to reality. You pulled back suddenly, catching your breath, cheeks flushed.
âOkay, TâŚâ You mumbled out of breath before Trent tried to pull you back in for more. âOkayâŚâ You giggled. âAlright. We need to chill out,â you muttered, half laughing, half embarrassed at the lack of control. You shook your head, trying to gather yourself, but Trent just smirked, his eyes bright with mischief.
âYeah, relax. Practice some self-control,â he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You shot him a look, ready to protest, but he was already moving, turning on the engine of the car with one hand while the other reached for you, pulling you close again as he pressed a kiss to your temple. His voice dropped, barely a whisper. âYouâre so easy to wind up. Gotta relax, pretty girl.â The warmth of his words, his teasing tone, it melted whatever composure you had left. Trentâs hand lingered on your leg as he drove, his thumb tracing circles, setting off tiny shocks that pulsed up your spine.
âIâm not much of a cook, so I ordered takeaway.â Trent told you once inside his house, youâd been at plenty of times before but right now it felt entirely new. He pulled up the order on his phone, tracking its progress as he leaned against the kitchen counter with a casual smirk. You nodded as you admired at just how unfairly pretty he seemed to look in any light; it never mattered how harsh or how soft; the kitchenâs overhead lighting proving to be no different.Â
âItâs fine with me because I know youâre not much of a cook.â You teased as you folded your arms, raising an eyebrow. Trent rolled his eyes making you smile. âBut can you even have this right now? Youâre in season⌠Donât they watch what you eat?â You asked him knowing his takeaway of choice was a Chinese. Trent let out a low laugh, shrugging.
 âYeah, technically. Call it a cheat day. Just donât tell the gaffer,â he teased, reaching out his pinky to you in a playful promise.
âA pinky promise?â you asked, arching an eyebrow as you hooked your pinky with his. But he held onto it, glancing down as he pressed a kiss to his own hand. His eyes lifted to meet yours with a mischievous gleam.Â
âYeah, a pinky promise is binding. Now, youâve gotta kiss it too.â He told you. You hesitated, feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach. There was a soft challenge in his gaze, and the air between you went quiet. With a shy smile, you leaned in, brushing your lips over your own hand, barely touching but letting the tension linger. âThatâs better.â His voice was soft, but a trace of amusement edged it. Then he smiled, looking down as if he was seeing you for the first time, something genuine and unguarded in his face. âYâknow, if you really want it to count, you gotta seal it with a proper kiss.â He cooed as he pulled you into his arms, a gentle but firm embrace that made you feel safe and somehow, more nervous all at once. He noticed. He could always read you like a book and right now it was no different. âWhatâs got you acting so shy?â he asked, chuckling as you hid your face against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, calming, but you still couldnât shake the self-consciousness creeping over you.
âStop,â you murmured, laughing against his shirt. âYouâre making me nervous.â He tilted your chin up, thumb brushing over your cheek.Â
âWhy would I make you nervous, pretty girl?â he teased, his eyes dancing as they searched yours. âOnly me.â He reminded you gently but it was just that⌠it was âonly Trent.â You and him alone.Â
âItâs just⌠I donât know,â you stammered, smiling at your own inability to explain.
âY'know... Weâve already kissed tonight.â He reminded you with a smug smirk.Â
âYeah, but no⌠itâsââ You couldnât formulate any valid reason. This was Trent. The Trent you knew so well, you knew so well that you knew he shouldnât be having a Chinese tonight but also the one you knew so well youâd never want to eat his cooking either. And then the doorbell rang, saving you from digging any deeper into the feelings swirling inside you.
âWellâ Trent said as he released you. âWhen youâre ready⌠whenever you wantâŚyou come kiss me.â He winked, sending you one last smile before heading to the door. When he returned with the food, he set out each container on the kitchen island, opening them one by one. He lifted the lid off a familiar dish, and you noticed instantaneously it was your favorite. Your heart skipped a beat, touched that heâd remembered something so small.
âYou⌠you got my favorite?â you asked softly with a slight giggle, the question more to yourself. He looked up, catching the surprise in your eyes. You felt a bit guilty for acting so weird earlier because just as well as you knew him⌠he knew you. Youâd almost forgotten that amongst your nerves.Â
âYeah,â he said, simply, like it was obvious. âI know what you like.â Something shifted in the air between you both, something that felt as heavy as it did easy. He went back to unboxing the food, his focus turning to unwrapping the utensils, but you couldnât resist the urge to move closer to him. Coming around the island, you slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his shoulder. He stilled for a moment, then softened into your touch, a quiet smile crossing his face. You giggled softly, feeling playful and carefree as you wrapped your arms around Trent's waist from behind. His warm, muscular body felt incredible against yours, as you began kissing his neck, leaving a trail of soft pecks and nibbles. Trent's reaction was immediate. He turned to face you swiftly, his hands grasping your waist and pulling you tightly against him. Your bodies collided, igniting a spark of electricity that sent shivers down your spine.
âHey,â you murmured to grab his attention, gently tilting his face to meet yours, leaning in for a slow, tender kiss. This time, you let yourself linger, let your hands trail up to cup his face as he pulled you closer. You could feel his breath against your lips as he kissed you back, slower this time, savoring the moment. His hand slipped to the small of your back, holding you close. He whispered something soft against your lips, a quiet promise that you could feel even if you couldnât hear it. You kissed him again slow⌠steady and sexy.Â
âWowâŚâ He whispered with a pause. âBaby, I didnât know you were gonna kiss me like that.â He smiled, unable to pull away too far from your lips.
âShould we eat now?â You asked with a teasing smirk, your lips ghosting over his, not really meaning your suggestion.Â
âNah, Shhh⌠Kiss me again, just like that.â He whispered, pulling you in again. Your lips meeting. The food, forgotten for the moment. His hand drifted up, brushing over your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as he looked at you with a warmth that made you feel like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. His fingers traced your jaw, lingering at your chin. The scent of spices and fried rice filled the room, but neither of you seemed interested in food anymore. Your bodies were hungry for something else entirely.
"See⌠I told you I know what you like." Trent whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His hands roamed freely over your body, exploring your curves and driving you wild with desire.
"Maybe." you teased as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he placed you to the kitchen counter. The cold marble surface felt refreshing against your skin as he set you down, keeping you close to him, your boobs pressing against his hard chest as he held you close.
"I know you like being dirty for me, huh?" He mocking asked you before his lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, your hands found their way under his shirt, eager to feel the smooth, defined muscles of his back. You pulled his shirt up, breaking the kiss momentarily to help him get it over his head. The sight of Trent's toned, tanned torso made your mouth water. He was a work of art, and you couldn't wait to explore every inch of him.His hands worked quickly, unhooking your bra with skilled fingers, freeing your full, perky tits, heâd told you he loved. He bent his head, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, and sucking gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back. His tongue teased and flicked, sending waves of pleasure through your body. With his free hand, he cupped your other boob, thumb rubbing the sensitive peak, making you moan softly. "You like when I play with you, don't you?" Trent murmured against your skin, his voice deep and husky. His hands moved downward, sliding off your trousers, revealing more of you. You lifted your hips to help him, eager for his touch. His fingers found the damp fabric of your panties, and he gently traced the outline of your pussy, making you squirm with anticipation. "Thatâs right, innit? He asked again and you whimpered
"Please, Trent," you whined, your voice hoarse with need. "I want you." Trent chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through you.Â
"Oh, I know you do, baby. And I want you too. Iâm fucking starving." He smirked moving a container of food that was a little too close to you both. He was hungry for anything but that right now. With that, he slid his fingers under the lace of your panties, finding your wetness and dipping a finger inside. You were already so aroused, and his touch sending you over the edge. You moaned loudly, your head falling back as your body surrendered to the pleasure.
âBaby. thatâsâŚfuck..thatâs so good.â Your squeezed your eyes shut tightly feeling a pleasure only Trent had ever given you course through your body. His cock twitched at your breathy moans and whimpers. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth as he worked his magic, his fingers moving in and out, adding a second finger to stretch and fill you. When he dipped another finger into your wet heat, he pulled another deep moan from you and in an attempt to push you closer to the edge, he curled his fingers even further against that one spot and pressed his thumb against your clit harder. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning shades lighter as you rode his hand, seeking release. âPlease keep going, T, Iâm so close, Iâm-fuck.â You whined his name, juices dripping down your legs and his hand, tears forming on your lash lines from the stimulation.Â
"That's it. Good girl." Trent encouraged, his breath hot on your neck as he nibbled on your sensitive skin. âFuck yourself on my fingers.â He commanded. You couldnât stop yourself. He curled them further inside, finding your g spot fast, refusing to let up. You rode his fingers, your moans only getting louder as the harsh circles around your clit intensified. You let out a soft cry as you rocked your hips onto his hand. "Cum for me, let me feel you." His words pushed you further, and with a final, desperate thrust of his fingers, you climaxed. Your body shook, and a wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless. Trent held you gently, his fingers still inside you, as the aftershocks rippled through your body. Carefully and gently he lifted you off the counter, his strong arms making you feel weightless. You giggled, slightly delicious from your high, but feeling playful and free as he carried you to the living room, your legs dangling, brushing against his hard thighs. He laid you gently on to the couch, handling you delicately but his eyes burning with desire as he gazed down at you. You reached up for him, wanting to feel his naked skin against yours. Trent obliged, quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. Your eyes traced the lines of his body, lingering on his thick, erect cock, standing proudly between his legs.
"I want you inside me, T," you whispered, your voice laced with longing. He climbed on to the massive sofa, his body covering yours, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.Â
"You want it bad, huh, baby?" he teased, his lips brushing against yours. You nodded, your eyes pleading. Trent's lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he ground his hips against you, his cock rubbing against your wetness, teasing you. You whimpered, desperate for him to fill you.
"Please, baby, " you begged, your breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck me. Please I promise Iâll be a good girl again for you, T." You whined. Trent smirked not mockingly, just almost euphoric like he couldnât believe that his dream of having you beg for his cock was happening in real time. And so, Trent happily obliged, positioning himself at your entrance. With one smooth thrust, he slid deep inside you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body adjusting to his size, embracing the stretch and fullness. When you gave him the go ahead, he began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with a pace that had you crying out with each stroke.Â
"Yeah, that's it, take my cock." he grunted, his voice rough with desire.The sounds were pornographic. âThere she is. Such a good girl. You love my cock, don't you?" He asked you. You lifted your leg up for him to throw it over his shoulder fucking you at a new angle harder, deeper. Â
âItâs so fucking good. Fuck! â Fuck you feel so big.â You babbled lost in the throes of pleasure. Trent fucked you with a primal intensity, his hands gripping your hips rasing them slightly, leaving marks on your skin. He was fucking you stupid, your mind had gone completely blank, your vision blurred. After you changed the angle, lifting one of your legs, it caused you to bite down harshly on his shoulder. He moaned in pleasurable pain. His whole length repeatedly hitting your g spot, sending you both into a blissful haze. He was leant forward, his mouth finding your nipple, sucking and biting gently as he thrust, creating a symphony of sensations that drove you wild.
"You're squeezing me so tight, baby," he groaned, his breath hot against your neck. "Want me to make you cum again, pretty girl?" He asked but all you could do was nod desperately, your chest heaving. He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his skilled fingers was too much to bear. You arched your back, offering yourself to him, your body ready to explode.
"Yeahâ shit! T, right there!" you cried out, your voice high and desperate. He increased the pace, his fingers working in sync with his thrusts. You climaxed with a force that surprised even yourself, your body trembling and legs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.Â
âFuck, youâre my good girl, baby.â He hummed, his breathing getting heavier by the second. His cock was soaked in your slick as he rolled his hips roughly into you. âFuck!â He cried out. âBaby I gotta cum.â He was at his limit desperate to release. You could only nod again Your own high still continuing to roll on. His harsh movements came to a halt as he buried himself deeper inside you. âAh Shit.â Trent grunted, his body stiffening as he came, filling you with his warmth, his throbbing cock pulsing inside you. Pumping you full with his cum while pressing his lips to yours. You both laid into each other's sweaty bodies, foreheads resting on the other. Gasping for breath, you clung to each other, your hearts racing. Trent gently kissed your neck, his hands stroking your skin, providing comfort and reassurance. You reveled in the intimacy of the moment, feeling utterly satisfied and exhausted. âYou okay, baby?â He whispered. You could only hum, your face hidden in the crook of his neck. You kissed at his skin lazily. âYou sure? Was I too rough?â Trent nervously and quietly asked. Trent didnât want to hurt you. He had protected you for years. The thing was now⌠things were different. Really different. If Trent was ever rough with girls before in bed he usually didnât care too much but he had always taken care of you and it only amplified now. Obviously it would never be the goal to hurt someone but with sex like that, rough sex like that⌠with you... he needed to make sure you were okay.
âIâm okay, T. Just tied from all that.â You giggled sleepily, your voice barely audible. You gave him a soft smile, tucking your head back against his shoulder as you nuzzled into him. You could feel him smile as he held you closer. The two of you laid there, wrapped in each other, forgetting everything else just for the moment. But once you realized almost over an hour had passed since the food arrived, though neither of you had paid much attention to it, you definitely were hungry now post workout⌠or well⌠post sex. Trent got up, making sure you were okay, cleaned up and all set on the sofa as he popped off back to the kitchen to reheat the food and bring it back for you two to finally eat. Now sprawled comfortably on the couch, a mess of takeout containers scattered around, both of you too wrapped up in each other to worry about making it neat. Wrapped only in blankets, clothes long forgotten, and each other, there was something thrillingly raw and uninhibited about the whole scene.
You watched on as Trent struggled with his chopsticks, holding them awkwardly and missing the noodles each time.Â
âYouâve been shit at that for years. Literally zero improvement.â You held out a fork for him with a grin. You couldnât help but laugh, playfully teasing him. But he shook his head stubbornly.Â
âNah, nah, Iâm not that bad. These noodles are just slippery, andââ he rambled, an adorable frustration flashing across his face. He pouted a little, and you chuckled, leaning in to kiss him, wiping away his frown.Â
âItâs cute, you know,â you said, running your hand over his thigh. The bashful way he looked down, as if trying to hide his little smile, only made him more endearing. He looked back up at you, his eyes twinkling with a smirk. Trent loved to be praised even if it was just for simply existing. And he was as cute as you said; his pouty lips and puppy dog eyes staring back at you pretending he didnât know he was. Until his cheeky charm came roaring back.Â
âYeah, well, Iâm cute what can I say; itâs a redeeming quality of mine. Youâre almost as cute as me⌠depends on the day,â he shot back with a wink, his grin widening. You laughed, your heart flipping at his boyish charm. The way he blended playfulness with this gentle confidence was one of the things you loved most. Sitting there, eating together, feeling this giddy warmth bloom between you, you couldnât remember the last time youâd felt so effortlessly at ease. The two of you lounged together, tangled up in the cozy mess of blankets and takeout containers, laughing at the smallest things. It was pure, unguarded comfort, and you hadnât realized how much youâd longed for this feeling until nowâjust being with someone, laughing until it hurt, without any pretense. Trentâs chopsticks continued to wobble in his hand as he tried again, narrowing his eyes in concentration. He was treating it like a personal challenge, refusing to let some noodles get the best of him, his brow furrowed like he was plotting out strategy. You stifled another laugh, and he caught it, glancing up with a mock-offended look. âAye! Iâm not that bad!â he protested, dropping the chopsticks with a defeated sigh and reaching for a fork instead. You snickered, resting your head on his shoulder as you passed him the fork with a knowing look.
âMaybe Iâm just better with the chopsticks,â you teased. He let out an exaggerated scoff, rolling his eyes.Â
âBetter at what? Eating? Doubtful,â he said, leaning over to nudge you. But there was a softness to his gaze, an unspoken admiration as he looked down at you. âEven if you are better at some things,â he added, trailing off, his voice dropping to a murmur. You tried not to look surprised but you werenât sure youâd ever heard Trent actually concede, not even halfway like that. âIâm better at a few things, too.â He added in true Trent fashion.Â
âOh, yeah? Name one,â you challenged, grinning as you tilted your head up at him. You knew just how to get Trent to bite. With a playful smirk, he leaned closer until his face was just inches from yours.Â
âThis,â he whispered, before his lips captured yours in a deep, slow kiss that made you melt. It wasnât rushed or hungry; it was patient and full of warmth, as if he had all the time in the world to savor you. When he pulled back, his eyes scanned over your face as if to commit every detail to memory. There was an unmistakable pride there, like he knew the effect he had on you. âSee?â he said softly, still holding your gaze. âTold you Iâm better at some things.â You blushed, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him.Â
âAlright, alright. Youâre a good kisser but donât act like Iâm bad or something.â You giggled, laying your head on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
âNah, course not. Youâre world class as well, baby.â He cooed gently, kissing your forehead. For a while, you both just sat in silence, content. He absentmindedly played with your hair, occasionally twirling a strand around his finger. At one point, you looked up, catching him staring at you again, his expression soft, as though he were seeing you for the first time.Â
âWhat?â you asked, your voice barely a whisper. He shook his head, his fingers grazing your cheek as he spoke.
 âNothing. Just⌠I donât think Iâve ever seen you like this.â He smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth.
âLike what?â you asked, genuinely curious.
âLike⌠relaxed,â You raised your brow trying not to be offended. He laughed lightly. âNah, hold onâŚâ He could sense your offense. â I meant you just seem calm right now. Just beforeâŚeven with me, it always had to be rushed, it always had to be sneaky and right now⌠you just look happy.â He said, his voice full of a warmth that melted right into you. He brushed his thumb over your cheek, smiling gently. âI like it. A lot.â
âAre you trying to say you make me happy?â You questioned a little mockingly. He hummed with assurance. You felt your heart flutter, something in his eyes settling deep within you. âWell, youâre rightâŚYou do. And I hope I do that for you too⌠at least a little bit,â you whispered back, a soft smile spreading across your face as you nestled closer to him.
âYeah, pretty girl. A lot of bit.â he cooed, leaning to peck the tip of your nose. âYou always have but this⌠this right here is better than ever before.â He softly whispered. In that moment, everything else fadedâthe worries, the risks, even the questions of what you both were doing or where this would go. For now, this was enough. Just you, him, and the quiet intimacy that filled the room. You sat there for a long while rattling between eating, kissing, and watching TV. âWe should do this more âTrent said as he moved on the couch putting his food down.Â
âT, we eat dinner and watch films like every other weekâ you smiled. You did. You ate dinner probably once a week together except⌠well, Jack was also there.Â
âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â He feigned annoyance pulling you into him. âBut nah, I don't mean those nights because I rarely get to have my hands on you like this. Hmm?â He clarified.Â
âYeah,â you sighed at the reality but also agreeing, loving the current warmth of him.Â
âYeah? And you like when my hands are on you, right?â He cooed and you hummed. âI know just what you like, baby.â He leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours, and you felt the familiar flutter in your chest, the way just his presence seemed to pull you in. He could feel the way your body melted. "See?" he whispered, his voice laced with that playful edge. "I know exactly what you like." You giggled, trying to play it off, but there was no denying how much you did like this, how every small touch felt electric.Â
"Confident, aren't we?" you teased, resting your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. He grinned, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your lower back.Â
"Yeah. You love it when I'm like this," he smirked, leaning back, but pulling you down with him until you were nestled against him on the couch, his hands holding you close. You hummed because it wasnât when he was like âthis.â âThisâ was just Trent. Confident and cheeky. And getting to have this Trent all to yourself with no prying eyes was a dream. You couldn't help but smile, feeling his warmth and the gentle way he was looking at you, the humor gone from his expression, replaced with something softer, something that felt more than just casual. You bit your lip, unable to hold his gaze for too long, and he just chuckled, tilting your chin up so you'd meet his eyes again. "I meant it," he said, his voice low and earnest. "We really should do this more." There was a pause, and in that brief silence, you felt the weight of what he was saying. It wasn't just about tonight, or even the past few times you'd been together. It was about something more, something you hadn't really let yourself think about until now.
"Maybe we could," you said softly, feeling your face warm as you looked down, only to feel his fingers tilting your chin back up, his eyes softening as he watched you.
"Yeah?" he murmured, his hand slipping up to cradle the back of your neck. "Then maybe it's not just up to me, is it?" He smirked. And with that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that seemed to say all the things you both were afraid to.
After clearing up the remnants of your Chinese takeaway, you stood in the kitchen, stacking the last of the plates in the dishwasher. Trent followed closely behind, observing you with a smirk on his lips. His gaze was warm, his eyes dancing with a familiar playfulness that always made your heart flutter.
âWow,â he teased, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed and a mischievous look in his eyes. âLook at you. Really are wifey, innit?â You glanced over your shoulder at him, rolling your eyes at his comment.
âOh, shut up,â you retorted, but the smile tugging at your lips gave away your amusement. You couldnât help but feel a rush of warmth at the playful compliment, even if you tried to act unbothered. Trent didnât let up, stepping forward with that grin still plastered on his face.Â
âNah, I mean it,â he said, his voice softening slightly as he drew closer. âIâve always known youâre good with all this stuff. The little things. The considerate things. Things other people overlook.â You felt a warmth spread through you at his sincerity, and you turned to face him fully, drying your hands on a towel, leaning your back against the island across from him as you looked up at him.
âYeah?â you asked, tilting your head, a playful lilt in your voice. Trentâs expression softened further, the humor still present but tinged with something more tender. âYouâve clearly never lived with Jack and my dad.â You cooed, reminding him that this consideration was more survival and necessity than anything else. Trent sympathetically smiled realizing there was something much deeper behind why you took care of things the way you did.Â
âNah.Y/N, look. I'm not talking about that. I mean I am but I'm not. I donât want to talk about... them guys,â he continued, referring to past relationships, his voice growing serious for a moment, âbecause they donât deserve the breath, but all those other lads? They were fucking idiots for losing a girl like you.â Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldnât help but tease him, trying to keep the moment light even though his sincerity made your chest ache. All of it, the hurt of your past and how easily he seemed to salve it.Â
âOh, really?â you asked, raising an eyebrow. âAnd why exactly is that?â You asked, raising an eyebrow. âBecause Iâm so great at, what, doing the dishes?â You teased. Trent sighed but then let out a deep chuckle realizing maybe this wasn't the time for his serious compliment. And so his laughter echoing the kitchen making you smile.Â
âNah,â he said, stepping even closer and reaching out to pull you by the waist. You squirmed as he picked you up, dragging you back to the living room, only your combined laughter filling the space momentarily. He tugged you down onto the couch with him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight and pressing a flurry of silly, cheeky kisses all over your face, making you giggle more. âNo, baby,â he murmured between kisses, âbecause youâre kind, and thoughtful, and beautiful, and even with your flaws, youâre still perfect.â he listed, his hands sliding up your sides, pulling your top up with them as he spoke. You pulled back just slightly, eyeing him with suspicion.Â
âFlaws?â you questioned, your tone light with mock offense. He giggled, a true cheeky Trent giggle as he picked up the TV remote from the armrest beside him. âExcuse me?â You leaned into his touch, a teasing smile spreading across your face. He smiled deviously, taking the opportunity to snake one of his arms around you completely and pull you tightly into him, his other hand navigating what was on the telly.
âYeah,â he said, a grin spreading across his face. âLike, for one, youâre not very good at watching films. You talk a lot during them. You yap more than me and that says a lot.â He smirked cheekily. You gasped, playfully shoving him away but not really going anywhere because his arm stayed wrapped around you
âOh, okay. Really? I see,â you said, leaning into the banter. âSeems like you watch a lot of films with someone you think is bad to watch with.â You fired back, your voice full of mock indignation. Trentâs eyes softened, and he smiled, leaning in to kiss your temple, his lips lingering there for a moment.
âNah, nah, nah,â he laughed, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes crinkling at the corners from how wide his smile had become. âI said youâre bad at watching them. But youâre the best to watch with. My favorite to watch with, actually.â He corrected softly, his voice a murmur as he brushed his nose against yours before pulling you into a comfortable cuddle. You felt your heart skip at his words, and you nuzzled closer, the warmth of his embrace wrapping around you, your hands moving to rest on his chest.Â
âWell, I guess that makes it okay, then,â you whispered, a smile spreading across your face as you settled into him, feeling perfectly content. âYouâre really good at this whole sweet-talking thing, arenât you?â you whispered, your voice teasing but your eyes full of affection. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing your temple again before pressing a kiss there, lingering for a moment.
âIâm not sweet-talking, pretty girlâ he murmured against your skin. âI mean it⌠You donât shut upâŚ.â Your jaw slacked. â And I love it.â He told you, shutting your mouth closed with his hand and kissing your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each otherâs arms in the warmth of the room. You nestled your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong. He kissed the top of your head, and you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling. âAlright,â he announced, his voice full of playful determination. âMovie time.â
âA movie? Really? After you just insulted my film-watching abilities?â You raised an eyebrow, laughing. He grinned.Â
âExactly,â he said, pulling you down beside him. âI invited you over for a film and I was thinking.... maybe I can keep your lips busy.â He cheekily cooed with a wink. The innuendo had your mind racing, your heart pumping and your pussy pulsing. Â
âMaybe we should find the list of the top 100 most boring movies.â You suggested. Suddenly you could feel the tides turning again. The sexual tension in the room rising fast.
âWhy?â Trent naively asked almost instinctively forgetting the direction he was just forging but then quickly remembered what you were insinuating. He laughed at himself. His desire for you very quickly out ranking that for any movie.
âI mean, maybe thatâs why Iâm no good at this whole watching films thing. I think I just love a movie that can't hold my attention⌠besides, usually someone else has it.â You smirked. Your hand moving to run over his thigh, moving higher and higher up.Â
âFair, baby. Because weâve watched some classics together and I barely remember a thing. Got me more locked in on you.â He cooed, the warmth of your subtle compliment lingering. You giggled nuzzling into his neck, your lips nibbling on his skin, your hand inching higher.
âGuess I should be flattered then, huh? Competing with the classics is no small feat,â you teased, but inside, you felt the excitement, horniness and a hint of vulnerability. He pulled your face off his neck and brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gaze soft.Â
âYouâre much better than any movie.â He paused, as if choosing his words carefully, his thumb grazing your cheek. â...Honest.â You swallowed, taken off guard by how sincere he sounded. The easy sexy banter had faded momentarily, leaving something quiet, something that felt new and serious.Â
âTrent,â you whispered, your voice catching slightly.
âYeah, pretty girl?â he asked, smiling as he tried to read your expression, a hint of nervousness flashing in his eyes. You shifted, heart racing as you tried to find the right words.Â
âI just⌠I likeâŚ.â You paused , almost afraid to look at him, trying to decide how open you should be, how vulnerable you should be or if you should just throw reality to the wind and let your hormones continue taking over. You went with neither. âI like watching movies with you.â You admitted, but it wasnât really what you wanted to say. When you met his gaze you felt like you saw the same openness you were feeling retreat, just as yours did. He didnât hesitate though, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you.
âMe too.â He grinned, his tone lightening just enough to make you smile again. âHow about we pick a movie thatâll actually let us watch for, like, letâs give ten minutes a go. Tops.â He smirked at you, placing his hand over yours moving it back to palm over his hardening cock. You laughed, your face falling back into his neck, your lips returning to kiss his skin.Â
âDeal,â you whispered, feeling perfectly at home in his arms and perfectly turned on to do a little more than watch a movie.
You sat on the edge of your bed, phone clutched in your hand, staring at the last message youâd sent Trent hours ago. He hadnât replied, which was fine, you reminded yourself. He had an away game tomorrow, he was busy, and maybe this thingâwhatever it wasâwasnât supposed to mean much to him. Heâd said things recent enough, especially that night at his house where maybe you thought it did but then again⌠you tried to remind yourself, he was only a boy at the end of the day, he very well could be just like all the others. Youâd been replaying the moments youâd spent together, but maybe, you worried, it had all been just a casual distraction to him. People can pretend for sex, why couldnât he do the same. The texts and playful emojis were fun, but what if he was just passing the time? Your texting had ramped up a lot especially when he was away. There were a lot of winks, innuendos, emojis but were you simply a way for him to occupy time whilst he was on the road? That maybe it didnât matter that it was you specifically, but that it very well could just be any girl. You actually had started to feel like an idiot expecting a message tonight. You were about to just feel defeated going to bed without a text from him. You sighed, telling yourself to let it go as you flicked off the lights and crawled into bed, the silence feeling heavier than usual. You closed your eyes, settling into the pillow, just about to drift off when your phone buzzed. The screen lit up, and you glanced at it, expecting a notificationâbut no, it was a FaceTime call. And it was Trent. Your heart skipped, fumbling to answer as you propped yourself up, pulling your shirt down a bit just for him.Â
âHi,â you said, hoping he didnât hear the hint of nerves in your voice. Trentâs face filled the screen, his eyes tired but a warm smile spreading across his face.Â
âSorry for the late call. Just thoughtâŚÂ Well, I wanted to see you. You alright, pretty girl?â He cooed. You couldnât pick up on it but he was as nervous as you were. His words more jumbled than normal. You bit your lip, surprised but touched by the call.
âIâm⌠Iâm good. Just getting ready for bed. You?â You asked. He nodded, running a hand over his hair, his smile softening.Â
âYeah, about to have a quick shower and get a some sleep too. Long day. Fucking knackeredâ He paused, his gaze steady on you, and something in his expression made you feel seen. âBut I was thinking about you.â His words made your heart race, and you couldnât hide the smile that crept onto your face.Â
âOh yeah? Or just bored in some random hotel?â You questioned him, a slight crack at the question that had been gnawing at you. He chuckled, shaking his head.Â
âNah, just about you alone. Trust me. Was wondering what you might've been up to without me. â He leaned a bit closer, as though he wanted to close the distance between you through the screen. âI miss you. More than I thought I could.â Hearing that sent a warmth through you that made all the doubts melt away.Â
âI miss you too, Tâ you admitted softly, feeling a rush of relief that maybe, just maybe, this wasnât all in your head. Trentâs grin widened, his eyes lighting up.Â
âThen maybe when I get back⌠we donât do the whole âpretend we didnâtâ yeah?â He smirked. You laughed, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you nodded.Â
âYeah, I think Iâd like that because I really do miss you.â You shook your head feeling both embarrassed by how much you did miss him and silly for the way you felt earlier about him not replying to a simple text when he was saying all this.
âBaby, quick question for you.â He said and you couldnât stop the smile from forming on your face at the pet name returning. âYou have snap right?â He said it so casually that you let out a shocked chuckle. He was talking about snapchat and while you did... you weren't sure you were even friends on it because well... it felt like dangerous territory.
âWhatâŚare you sixteen? Like what are you on about?â You laughed at him. You were on Facetime in bed right now. What in god's name did he want to know that for.Â
âNahâŚâ He laughed mildly embarrassed by your call out. Understanding it merited your teasing. âI just meant Iâd like it if I could see a little more of you when I donât have the privacy to call. Yâknow?â He explained. A part of you hated this conversation and a part of you loved it. You wanted him to see more of you but you were also a little confused. Youâd had a similar conversation before and it resulted in a photo of you sent directly to him.Â
âOh⌠I mean I can send anything you want just over textsâŚâ You told him feigning a casualness you didnât feel. Youâd sent a photo to him before so you werenât sure why he wanted to move the convo elsewhere. It was hard not to overthink it. It felt so suspicious but you werenât entirely against sending him any more photos to him if it meant you got some in return. But the question âwhyâ was screaming in your head.Â
âYou understand what Iâm actually asking for right, baby?â He chuckled, not at you but because he just felt silly asking this. âI just donât want you to feelâŚâ He began to explain further but you cut him off. In Trent's mind, he just wanted another access point. His schedule was so busy he liked the idea of being able to have a space for just the spicier things especially considering Jack but you weren't thinking that way and you didn't know that either because you just interrupted him.
âT⌠I know what youâre asking. Iâll send photos to you.â You smirked mischievously. You were hellbent on getting him to see you as a sexy woman not as a best friendâs little sister so in your opinion this was going to have to be happen, if you wanted to further that. Â
âAlright, alright, baby. Send as you please.â He laughed pretty happy with your willingness to send him photos. You just were debating just how revealing they should be though. On Trentâs end, he wanted full nudes, he wanted to see the body he was claiming as his back at home while he was away. To be blunt he wanted to get off to them but just didnât want you to feel overly exposed sending them through text, logged into your apple ids but there was a disconnect. You were not on the same page apparently even though you thought you were. After you ended the call you decided to give it a go. You sat up, perching yourself onto your knees, your ass rested back on your heels so you could see your figure in the mirror across from your bed. You were just in your panties and a little tight white t-shirt, no bra. You could see the shape of your tits, your taut stomach exposed as you pulled on your lip with your free hand. And snap. You took a deep breath, looking at the photo youâd just taken. It was intimate, sultry, exactly the kind of picture that would send Trentâs heart racingâor so you hoped. But just as you were about to hit send, a flicker of doubt crept in. Was he only asking for these pictures initially on Snapchat because he didnât want them saved, was he with or seeing other people he was worried might see them if they were texted. Hence you decided to opt to be partially clothed for this first go around. As close as you felt to him, it was hard not to wonder sometimes if you were just another distraction. He was a guy who could have anyone, and the idea that he could be keeping things casual with you was a thought you couldnât shake. Yet you didnât want to question him, not now, when things were finally feeling like they could be real. With a bit of resolve, you hit send anyway, your heart pounding in anticipation. Just as you set your phone down, another thought crept in. Maybe this was all about building trust. Maybe he wanted you to feel in control of whatever you chose to share. Never did the idea of Trent protecting you from Jack ever by chance picking up his phone cross your mind. The whole night replayed in your headâthe warmth in his eyes on FaceTime, the way heâd reassured you, and how heâd seemed genuinely interested in closing the distance between you both. Moments later, your phone vibrated, and a message from Trent popped up. It wasnât just a text back; it was a picture of him in the mirror, his smile a little sleepy, heâd just gotten out of the shower in his hotel room, towel low around his waist, water droplets still on his chest, the soft glint in his eyes unmistakably meant for you.
He teased You let out a small laugh, feeling the doubts ease away. Whatever this was between you both, it was beginning to feel like more than a fleeting fling.And with a quiet goodnight, he left you with a smile and a heart racing for the next time youâd see him in person.
Trentâs travels continued on. One country to the next. But as he lay sprawled on the hotel bed, his muscles aching from a training session ahead of his match earlier in the evening, the hotel room modern and immaculate, it felt sterile, stripped of any warmth or comfort that reminded him of home. His teammatesâ laughter echoed faintly down the hall, probably from someoneâs room where the guys had gathered to relax and unwind. Yet, he couldnât bring himself to join them. His thoughts were somewhere elseâsomewhere warmer and more inviting, somewhere that smelled like your favorite perfume and where laughter felt more genuine. He had learned over time how to manage the loneliness of travel. Football had always demanded sacrifices, and heâd made peace with them. But now, with you, the loneliness felt different, more acute. Before, he never thought twice about how many nights he spent in hotel rooms, but now, every night away felt like a night stolen from you. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the unease that had settled in his chest, and then grabbed his phone again, the screen lighting up with notifications. None were from you, which he realized heâd been hoping for.
He rolled onto his side, staring at a picture of you heâd taken ages ago, one you probably didn't even know existed. You were laughing in it, your head thrown back, organically beautiful, eyes lit up with mischief. It was one of those candid shots that perfectly captured your spirit, and he found himself smiling, feeling an ache at the thought of not being able to hear that laugh right now. His thumb hovered over your name in his messages, and he opened your last conversation, reading over your words, feeling closer to you through the little emojis and teasing exchanges. He didnât want to seem needy or like he was fishing for your attention, but the urge to reach out was overwhelming. He started typing a text, deleting it twice before settling on something simple; âThinking about you. Hope youâre doing okay. Miss you.â He almost sent it but stopped himself, taking a moment to let out a heavy sigh. It felt unfair to burden you with how much he missed you when he couldnât be there. It wasnât that he didnât think you felt the same, but he knew how unfair this situation could be. You deserved better than waiting for stolen moments or living with the anxiety that came from constantly hiding what you were from everyone else, hiding what you might be from Jack. He put the phone down, leaning back on the pillow, and tried to shake the self-doubt creeping in. Were you getting tired of this? Of him being gone? Of him not really being yours? He couldnât imagine a world where he didnât want to see you, where he didnât crave your company. It wasnât lost on him that football had pulled him away from so much over the years, but this was the first time he genuinely worried about it taking something he desperately wanted to keep. You were putting so much at risk for him with Jack and it all started to feel more wrong than ever.Â
Even during his limited downtime, his mind would drift to you: your laugh, the way youâd tease him, the gentle comfort of your presence. And now, knowing that the busiest stretch of his season was right around the corner, the thought of being even more unavailable left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted to make you feel special, to let you know he was thinking about you in a way that wasnât about flashy gifts or hurried, late-night hookups. No, he wanted you to understand that he cared deeply, beyond the physical or superficial. He propped himself up on one elbow, the crisp hotel sheets rustling beneath him, and grabbed his phone once more, his mind racing with possibilities. As he opened his notes app, he began to brainstorm. He knew he couldnât make grand, public gestures without risking exposure, and he didnât want to just throw money at a problem that required a more thoughtful touch. He started typing ideas, his mind focusing on the small things, the meaningful things. The list in his notes app glared back at him. He glanced over the suggestions, his heart softening. Even with all his fame and money, he was nervous about something so simple as making you feel loved. How did you make him feel like a nervous schoolboy again, chasing after someone he wanted so badly to impress? He felt almost ridiculous trying to impress his best mate's little sister but you were much more than that. He chuckled softly to himself, a mix of embarrassment and adoration flooding him.
He tried to envision the letter heâd write if he went with that idea, picturing himself scribbling down every reason he liked you, every little thing that made him smile. Maybe heâd tuck it into your favorite book, so youâd stumble upon it by surprise. Or he imagined what the picnic could be like, bundling you both up in warm clothes and spreading out a feast of all your favorite comfort foods, just to hear you laugh about how out of season it was. And that thoughtâthat image of you laughing, cheeks flushed from the cold but warm in his embraceâwas enough to make him pick up his phone again.He didnât know how heâd make it happen, but heâd figure it out. Because thatâs what you did when you cared about someone: you made the effort, even when it felt impossible. Trent took a deep breath, feeling a bit more settled. He pressed send on his message before he could second-guess himself again and set his phone aside. His chest still ached, but he let himself imagine the look on your face when you finally received whatever small, meaningful gesture heâd dream up. Even if he couldnât be there physically, he wanted you to feel his presence, to know that, no matter the distance, you were always on his mind. And as he lay there, the room still feeling cold and empty, his heart felt a little warmer, filled with a quiet resolve.
Trent was right, you did feel like his schedule was always busy. It was hard for you to understand lately. Before, as your brother's best friend it never really affected you but now⌠you found yourself missing him. And while you did, every time you wanted to tell him just that... you'd chicken out. Youâd be lying if you said your heart hadnât leapt when you received another text from him once you knew he was back home. It had been days since youâd last seen him, and even though you told yourself you were getting used to the rhythm of his busy life, the truth was you missed himâmaybe more than you wanted to admit. The message was short, casual, but it made your palms sweat with anticipation but also your brow furrow with confusion.
Of course you agreed but the vagueness made you nervous. And in addition to those words, you didn't like to drive all that much. It just gave you a bit of anxiety but you'd do it to see him. When you pulled up in front of his house, the evening sky was tinged with hues of orange and deep purple, the last rays of sun casting shadows across the quiet street. Trent stepped out and your chest tightened at the sight of him. He looked tired but happy, his smile lighting up his face as he walked over to the passenger side of your car. He climbed in and immediately shot you a teasing look.Â
âWow,â he said, running his hand over the dashboard, âPretty girl, pretty whip. Look at you. Who knew you had such good taste in cars.â There was a playful glint in his eye, and you couldnât help but smile. You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes at his antics.Â
âOkay, okay, Iâve said thank you a million times,â you replied, feigning exasperation. âDo you want me to say it again?â He laughed, leaning back into the seat of the Mercedes he had once gifted you for your birthday.
âNah, Iâm just giving you a hard time. Itâs good seeing you behind the wheel, though. Rarely see you even drive. Was beginning to think you didnât like it.â He smirked.
âI do! You know I just get nervous driving.â You pouted a little feeling anxious about actually driving. Â
âThatâs why I got you a safe car though, baby. Youâre all good. Promise.â He cooed gently, leaning over and kissing your temple, feeling the familiar warmth spreading through you from his presence alone. His words reassuring. The air between you grew heavier for a split second, the implication of his words making your stomach flutter. But you quickly brushed it off, gripping the wheel a little tighter to steady yourself. You couldnât help the smile tugging at your lips as you pulled out of his driveway.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â you asked, trying to sound casual but genuinely curious. âWhy did you need me to drive?â Trent adjusted his hoodie, looking out the window as if gathering his thoughts.Â
âI wanted to go somewhere,â he said, turning to face you. âSomewhere a bit more low-key. Didnât want to attract too much attention, you know?â You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued.
 âSomewhere, huh? Youâre pretty mysterious.â You cheekily teased. He laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.Â
âNah, shush. Youâll see,â he promised, the hint of a secret in his voice. âJust trust me.â And so you drove on, the city passing by, the quiet hum of the car adding to the suspense. Trent didnât give anything away, and that made you all the more eager to find out what he had in store. But deep down, just being near him, feeling the warmth of his presence after days apart, felt like more than enough. Trent had typed the address into your carâs navigation system, and as the map adjusted, you tried to steal a peek, your curiosity piqued. He shot you a mischievous grin, blocking your view with his hand. âAye! No peeking,â he said, his tone playful. You rolled your eyes, fixing them back on the road, but a smile pulled at your lips despite the frustration you felt, knowing he always enjoyed these little games. When you finally pulled up to the park, you recognized it instantly: the worn-out playground, the rustling trees that framed the walking path, and the faint creak of the swings swaying in the wind. It was a place that had remained unchanged since your childhood, close to where youâd both grown up but far enough away from where you now lived that it felt like a retreat. You turned off the car and glanced over at Trent, your eyebrows raised.
âWhat are we doing here?â you asked, laughter bubbling in your voice. He opened the door, climbed out, and then made his way around to your side, pulling his hoodie up over his head in that way he always did when he wanted to go unnoticed. The sight was endearing but also a reminder of the reality you shared: the life he led, so scrutinized and public, and the need to keep parts of it hidden, you hidden. He pulled your door open and extended his hand to you.
âCâmon,â he urged gently. âJust wanted to spend some time with you.â You took his hand, stepping out of the car and feeling the cool, crisp autumn air kiss your skin. "Just you and me." The sky was a watercolor mix of oranges and purples, the sun dipping below the horizon and painting everything in a soft, fading glow. You slipped your hand out of his to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth, but Trentâs hand found your lower back, guiding you gently down the familiar path. As you walked, you both fell into an easy conversation about anything and everything: memories from your childhood, funny stories about people you both knew, and even complaints about the weather turning colder. But underneath it all, there was a tension you couldnât shake. âBeen missing you... I actually was trying to remember the first time I like properly caught some feelings for ya. pretty sure it was here,â he said, his voice quiet. His admission lingered in the air, heavy and sincere.
"I don't believe that." You smiled, not sure Trent even looked your way until your tits were out on a holiday. You were trying to stay guarded but he was making it hard. You felt your heart skip at his words, but you couldnât bring yourself to fully relax into the moment.
"You should. Made me just miss being... us." He sheepishly said the word uniting you two as a pair. You knew how much you missed him too, but there was something elseâa weight that was harder to put into words.
âHmm,â you murmured noncommittally, your eyes trained on the path ahead. Trent stopped walking, his fingers brushing against your elbow to turn you toward him. You glanced up, your gaze meeting his, and his expression was a mix of worry and confusion.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, reading the unease in your eyes. He was searching for an answer, something to make sense of the way you were holding back. You let out a sigh, your breath visible in the cold air.Â
âItâs not that somethingâs wrong,â you started, your voice trailing off. âI just⌠sometimes I feel likeâŚâ You struggled to find the words. How could you express the hurt of feeling like a secret, like this hidden part of his life he only got to enjoy behind closed doors? Trentâs jaw tensed slightly, his hands dropping to his sides as he watched you, his own heart sinking. He seemed to understand, even if it was painful to hear.Â
âI know itâs not fair,â he admitted, running a hand over his hair beneath the hoodie. âBut you make me feel grounded, Y/N. You make me feel like⌠me. And I just wanted some time. to feel like Trent, not all the shit that goes on during the week.â You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, nodding because you did understand. It just didnât make the ache any less.
âI get it,â you whispered. And you did, you really did, but the understanding didnât erase the feeling of being kept in the shadows. It wasnât just friends and family who couldn't know⌠the world couldnât know. In a way, you almost felt used or that you werenât good enough to be shown. Nevertheless, you resumed walking, though your steps felt heavier now. Trent must have sensed your struggle because, after a few more moments, he bent down and picked a small daisy growing stubbornly among the fallen leaves. He held it out to you with a sheepish grin.
âHere,â he said, pressing it into your hand. "I always thought about nicking one of these and giving it to you but the lad's would've ripped into me back then." You couldnât help but laugh, the gesture so innocent and sweet that it melted some of the tension in your chest. He leaned in and kissed your temple, the warmth of his lips comforting in the cold evening. You looked down at the daisy, a bittersweet smile playing on your lips.Â
âThey still would." You sympathetically smiled. "You know,â you began, shaking your head at the memories flooding back, âif you did that when we were kids, I wouldâve screamed.â Trentâs eyes softened, a playful glint returning.Â
âAnd nowâŚ?â he asked, wanting to hear how things had changed.
âWellâŚâ You hesitated, your smile dimming. âItâs just a bit different now.â Your voice was quieter, the reality sinking back in. âI still like getting flowers from you.â You tried to backtrack but you couldnât. The daisy felt like a piece of something beautiful, but the hoodie he still wore reminded you of the double life you both lived. The happiness was always tinged with the sadness of what you couldnât have. Trentâs expression grew somber, and he stepped closer, his hands coming up to cup your face.
 âI know itâs not enough,â he whispered, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. âBut Iâm trying, Y/N. I really am.â You closed your eyes, his warmth seeping into your skin.Â
âI know,â you whispered back. âAnd thatâs what makes it so hard.â You opened your eyes, looking into his, and for a moment, there was nothing but understanding between you. No words, no defensesâjust the complicated, beautiful mess of feelings you shared. He pulled you into a hug, and you rested your head on his chest, the daisy still clutched in your hand. The sun had nearly set, and the park was empty now, just the two of you standing in a place full of memories, trying to find a way to make sense of the present. He kissed your forehead and instead of bringing comfort, it stung. You went home that night and pressed the daisy in a favorite book of yours to preserve it. It was a book of poems. You found a worn page that you turned to often, one that your mum loved. You hoped in some way maybe she could help you decide what that daisy meant if you kept it there between you and her. And as you shut the book to cement it. You watched a teardrop fall onto the hard cover. You and Trent, your past and your present bound closed.
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bed chem â jj maybank x pogue!reader!
part of the short n' sweet x obx collection, found here!
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â how you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem! â
jj was very obvious in the way that he wanted you. heâd preach the outdated no pogue on pogue macking rule to the moon and back, and then show up at your house, practically down on his knees begging for just one chance.
just one! heâd treat you so right, thatâs all he needed.Â
and you did love him, he was one of your best friends, but you werenât going to jeopardize your friendship for one night with him. he was hot, but not hot enough to lose.Â
you two were practically attached at the hip. you spent every moment with him, or him and the rest of the pogues, and he spent every moment with you that he wasnât crashing at john bâs.Â
it really was inevitable, that slowburning transition between friendship to attraction. you just thought that youâd always be strong enough to ignore it.Â
but youâd never been this high with jj before. he always kept a blunt on him, especially on days that he came to see you, but this time, heâd brought a sketchy looking bag of edibles along with him. âricky made âem,â heâd snickered on his way into your house, shoving the door open with his shoulder before you could even fully open it, âand they work fuckinâ good.âÂ
and so you ate an entirety of one of the brownies ( because jj dared you wouldnât do the whole thing, and you canât just let him win ) and you shared the blunt with jj while the sunset dipped into deeper shades of orange.Â
and jj stares at you like you were the one responsible for hanging the moon poking between the trees.Â
and you stare back.Â
and suddenly heâs leaning in, and suddenly it doesnât seem like such a bad idea, does it? his white jacket clings to his strong frame, tight around the shoulders, and at some point heâd lost his shirt even though he immediately started complaining about being cold, and you can see th expanse of his muscles from his chest down toâ
ânuh uh,â you say once his nose brushes yours, shoving him away with a palm over his face. âthis is a bad idea.âÂ
your voice sounds weak in your own ears. and it must be even worse in jjâs, because his grin is lazy and borderline a smirk, chapped lips against the heel of your palm.Â
âmânot really one for good ideas,â he mumbles, and his lips trail a hot line from your palm and up; your inner wrist, the inside of your arm.Â
shivers trail down your spine from those simple touches alone. heat pools in your lower stomach, lower, and itâs a bit embarrassing that such little things are affecting you like this; but youâre about as baked as those brownies, and itâs not really youâre fault.Â
âmm, iâm gettinâ to ya,â jj says, and for a second, the illusion he had you under shatters. he always ruins it by opening his mouth, reminding you that heâs still that best friend of yours since you were toddling around the sandy shores outside of his house.Â
unfortunately for you, thatâs seeming less like a factor to keep him away from you and more like a reason to pull him closer. in reality, who else out there would know what you liked and needed better than someone thatâd seen you almost drown a few times when learning to swim? or was there and helped after you greened out for the first time?Â
yeah. he really was getting to you.Â
but you honestly didnât seem to mind much at that point, with the way your fist uncurls and your fingers land in his hair, pushing back the soft, tangled strands from his forehead.Â
his eyes close. yours stay open. and in a blink, youâre leaning over the edge of the porch chair youâd been sitting in, and your fingers are using the light grip you had on his hair to pull him closer.Â
and youâre kissing him. god, youâre kissing jj maybank. heâd seen you in diapers. youâd seen him drink so much that he threw up three times in the same ten minutes. heâd seen you cry over wilting flowers when you were high. youâd seen him eat a cricket for five bucks.Â
there wasnât anyone else in the world, you realized, that you wanted between your legs than him. right now. like, right now.Â
heâs already got his tongue past the barricade of your closed lips, half raised out of his own chair so he can grab onto the front of your shirt and pull you closer into him.Â
he tastes like dark chocolate and weed and bad decisions. he tastes like the best thing youâd ever put in your mouth.Â
before you know it, heâs dragged you into his lap, his back falling haphazardly backwards until it presses into the pillowed cushion behind him. his hands are on your ass, fingers digging into the soft skin beneath your shorts.Â
âthink we should go inside,â he mumbles into your mouth, barely making the effort to stop kissing you to push the words out of his lips. âdonât want you gettinâ mosquito bites on your pussy because of me or somethinâ.âÂ
you splutter out a laugh, breaking the kiss to shove firmly at his chest. âoh my god, jj.âÂ
âoh my god, jj,â he mocks in a higher cadence, leaning up to capture your lips in another lazy, slow kiss. âyou gonna let me hear you cry that out tonight, or you just gonna blue ball me again?âÂ
he was so infuriating sometimes. so stupid, and infuriating â so why was your mouth drying up all of a sudden at the thought of getting him in bed with you?Â
it must show on your face, too, every stage of denial you tried to enforce on yourself before you conceded, because his red-rimmed blue eyes darken.Â
jjâs hands slip down from your ass to your thighs, scooping you up and standing in one fell swoop. youâd think it was impressive for how inebriated it was â if he wasnât high all the time enough to have gotten good at this kind of thing.Â
you donât regret anything. at least, right then you didnât. not when he knows without having to ask where your bedroom is, and not when you know he intends to make well on his promise to only need a night to get you addicted.
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Seeking hope and happiness, especially today, and found some in these three...
On The Line
Part Six
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New York was much as Logan remembered it. This city seemed to do nothing but change, so its fast paced lights and sidewalks always seemed the same. Finn refused to stay anywhere but Manhattan, but if his happy expression as he stood at their suiteâs large windows while sipping his coffee resulted in earlier mornings for the both of them, Logan didnât care.
He poured a cup of his own and joined him at the window. Central Parkâs leaves hadnât turned yet. Early joggers and cyclists were out. People walked their dogs. The world felt awake and happy, and Finnâs arm around his waist was warm.
The qualifiers were over, the first rounds blown through. The semifinals were today. Logan had taken out Winter easily to get past the quarterfinals, and today heâd go up against Luke. Leo had fought hard to get through Black and succeeded, which had upset and surprised everyoneâeven those who were hoping for another grueling Tremblay-Knut match up in the final.
Logan knew he should be nervous for tonightâs match. He had to focus on Luke, who had a way of sneaking up on people. Instead, all he could think about was the prospect of meeting Leo in the finals.
âHe sleeping?â Finn asked.
âShower,â Logan said. âHe was singing last I checked.â
âSinging what?â
âI donât know.â
Finn scoffed. âYes, you do.â
âWillow.â
Ah-ha.â
Logan rolled his eyes, but settled his head against Finnâs chest. The park looked so peaceful. The runners knew just where they were going around the circular track of the lake. The dog walkers would soon make their way back home. Logan didnât know what would happen tonightâif heâd make it, or if he would lose this chance at another title. He wondered when he would get tired of chasing titles. It hadnât quite happened yet. Something still ignited in his chest when he thought about winning. It was similar to the feeling he got when he thought about those two, prized first kisses heâd received. He liked Finn in the stands. He liked the grueling training Finn designed for him.
âHow you feeling?â Finn asked, scratching his fingers through Loganâs hair. âYouâre playing good. Smooth. Iâm proud.â
Logan nodded, settling more of his weight against him. âIâm good.â He hesitated, but Finn would find out sooner or later. Logan would end up blurting it out in a different moment just like this one. âNervous.â
âI know,â Finn said. âBut we knew this was always a possibility.â
âBut now itâs close. And real.â
âOh, youâre so sure youâre going to take Luke.â When Logan just looked at him, Finn laughed. âYeah, okay, killer.â
âI donât want to hurt Le.â
Finn stayed quiet for a moment. Logan closed his eyes, letting him mess with his hair, rub his neck, do anything he wanted while he thought. One time he accidentally started doing it when a few reporters caught up with them around the practice courts, and there hadnât been a camera there but they had sure gotten a few laughs.
âYouâre not hurting anyone, Lo. Youâre doing your job. Leo will be in the game longer than you. Heâs talented and driven and younger.â Finn looked down at him. âI think the only thing that would hurt him is youâŚlike, going easy on him or something.â
Logan scoffed. âGoing easy?â
âNot that you would. God knows youâre too stubborn for that.â
Logan let his eyes unfocus, filled only with the green and brown smudges of the park far below. A siren wailed somewhereâa sound he always associated with the beginning of a grueling hardcourt season. He already knew Finn would be setting up multiple massage appointments for himâand thought about asking Finn to do it himself like he sometimes did.
âI want to beat him. Thatâs there, just like in practice,â Logan said carefully. âI just⌠I need a way to separate it.â Logan ran his hand down Finnâs arm until he reached his wrist. He traced over the taut tendons there from holding his coffee. âI donât remember how I did it with you. I justâI need it to be about the game and not about us becauseâŚâ
Finnâs fingers paused from messing with his hair. His thumb brushed Loganâs eyebrow, and Logan took the cue and looked up at him.
âBecause I love him,â Logan whispered.
A new sort of flame caught behind Finnâs eyes. His laugh was soft, satiny, and he cupped Loganâs chin in light fingertips.
âOuais,â Logan whispered against Finnâs mouth. âFinn, I do, I doâŚâ Finn was hushing him, smiling, nodding, then kissing him.
âShowerâs free,â Leoâs voice said.
Logan looked to see him with a towel around his waist and another in his hands, drying off his hair roughly. The droplets of water on his chest shone as brightly as the gold chain around his neck.
âI mean,â Leo continued, grinning. âTechnically, it was free while I was in it, too. If weâre covering all our bases here.â
âI have to shower,â Finn said, setting his coffee down. âSo, why are you toweling off?â
Leo laughed and threw the towel in a perfect straight snap to Finnâs chest.
Finn just grinned, grabbing his face for a sloppy kiss as he passed by. He turned. âLo, eat a light breakfast and stretch now so we can get some hitting in early. And LeâŚâ He stopped in his tracks, halfway through the bathroom doorway before he retraced his steps and took Leo around the waist for a slower, softer kiss. It left his shirt damp. He hooked a finger in Leoâs gold chain. âSee you for lunch?â
Logan still managed to forget Leo wasnât coming down to the courts with him more often than not. Heâd grown so used to spending every single moment together. Seeing him across the practice courts, alone, and tall, and beautiful, felt so, so strange. Sometimes Finn had to stop Logan from crossing the lines at the sound of Leoâs coachâs harsh barks at himâŚSometimes Logan had to stop Finn.
Leo bit his lip, shoulders falling some, and shook his head. âProbably not.â
Logan frowned. He took it all back. This was the hardest part. The days where they hardly saw each other. âWhen?â
âIâll stick around after I play Lupin,â Leo said, offering a smile as he wiped at the water heâd gotten on Finnâs shirt. âWatch you kick Lukeâs ass.â
Logan brightened. âYou will?â What if you lose? There was no way Leoâs team would want him out at Loganâs match for the camera to find if he lost.
âFuck âem,â Leo said, reading his mind, then looked at Finn. âBut I probably shouldnât sit with you.â
Finnâs mouth pulled to the side unhappily, but he nodded. âI knowâŚAll right, well, have a late dinner with us?â
âGotta ask coach,â Leo said. âBut I want to. Will you text me where you guys end up?â
Logan set his coffee down too, mostly untouched. âLe, we wonât leave without you. Tell your team your having dinner withâwith friends, if you have to.â
âThey canât deny you us.â Finn brushed his knuckles down Leoâs cheek. âWeâre yours.â
âSweetheartâŚâ Leo caught Finnâs hand and kissed it. âYou are.â
But Leo sighed, and it sounded so heavy and exhausted that Logan wanted to take them both back to his house, back to the sun and the pool, and the open kitchen that wouldnât ever feel the same without Leoâs happy humming in it.
Logan crossed the room and fit into Leoâs other side. He settled his palm on his neck, making Leo look at him. I love you. I love you.
âIâll try,â Leo said. He put his hand over Loganâs. âYou know Iâll try.â
~
Leo won his match. Logan caught the end of it on the warm-up room televisions while rolling out his back on the mats. Luke was on the other side of the room. Maybe they would have been watching together, had they not been about to play, but Logan was glad for the quiet. Finn was off somewhere preparing Loganâs drinks and fruit. Heâd started leaving little messages on the insides of bottle caps and the back of Loganâs plastic forks. Love you. The camera had already caught one that said youâre hot and so heâd been sticking to love. Logan had realized that the camera caught it and had shown it on the big screen once the crowd laughed, so heâd made a point of tapping it, eyes on the camera, and pointing to himself. That had won him big media points. One headline had even read Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day.
Leo was doing well. He looked strong and energetic, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet while he waited for a serve. Logan paused, letting himself rest with his neck on the roller as he took him in. He looked devastating in the outfit his sponsors had chosen. All black, all the way to the headband tied around his golden hair.
His returns were like water. He hit a backhand, forehand, backhand, before whipping the ball down the line so perfectly that Logan had to inhale and close his eyes, pushing the roller from his neck to shoulders. The perfect dig into his sore muscles couldnât come close to Leoâs hands on him, especially with Finnâs dark eyes watching the two of them over Leoâs shoulder.
âI know what youâre think-ing a-bout,â Finnâs sing-song voice came.
Logan opened his eyes to see Finn standing there. He held a clear cup of fruit, and three water bottles. One was clear, untouched. The other was orange, filled with vitamin C, the third pink with hydration powder.
âHa,â Finn said. He set the bottles down as he crouched by Loganâs side. âI was right, I can tell.â
Logan pushed himself up to sit. âYou were right.â
âActually. You were,â Finn said. He twisted a bottle cap off and flashed its reverse at him.
I <3 him 2
~
From the court, Logan found Leo in in the crowd easily, smiling and accepting congratulations for his win. He had shed the black, sponsored clothes. For Logan, he was sunny in white and light blue. Only a small smile and a slight flutter of his fingers let Logan know Leo had seen him, too. Hi, it might have said. Or, good luck.
When Logan looked to Finn, Finn flashed him a thumbs up and patted a hand over his chest. You got this. Love ya.
Logan liked all of his and Finnâs secret messages to each other while he was on court. He wanted more of that with Leo. He wanted to be able to know for sure what ever inch of Leo meant. Every movement. He wanted Leo to know in turn that he had seen him, that heâ
âTime violation,â came the umpireâs voice.
Logan blinked. Around him the audience was murmuring. He jerked his head up to the chair. The umpire was looking at him impatiently. He didnât remember coming to stand at the baseline, but he found himself holding the ball close to his racket like he was about to bring it up for a serve. How long had he been standing that way? He looked at Finn, who was now standing up and had concern written all over his face. Lo?
Leo. Logan found him in the crowd again. Sweet-eyed. Just as concerned. Nodding at him. What did that mean? I know? Itâs okay? I understand? You got this?
Logan bounced the ball, once, twice, caught a glimpse of Lukeâs taken off-guard face, and served. Ace. No one could touch that shot from him. Maybe Leo could.
Leo definitely could. With his reach, with his step, with his glorious elegance. Logan narrowed in again. This was his game. His war within as his body fought to reach the finalsâeven while his mind dreaded playing Leo. And longed for it.
Luke put up a fight, but he simply wasnât as quick. Loganâs win came to him easily in the third set, off a slice that cut the ball to drop right over the net.
âGame, set, match, Tremblay,â echoed through the stadium.
Luke met him at the net, clasping his hand and slapping him on the back.
âNice one. You good?â Look said in his ear.
âIâm in love,â Logan said.
Luke pulled back, giving him a look, then laughed. âLucky you, then, Tremblay.â
~
Finn was waiting for him in the tunnel, as usual. Instead of the usual hard hugâwhich Logan had been looking forward toâhe put oh-so gentle hands to Loganâs face, looking between his eyes for signs of harm.
âYou okay?â he asked softly. âWhat happened with that time violation? You justâŚYou just stood there for a second, I thought you were gonna pass out on me or something.â
Logan shook his head. âWhereâs Leo?â Then, surprising himself, he laughed. He took Finnâs face in his hands, a mirror, and kissed him hard. âWhere is he?â
âIâŚâ Finn laughed, too, shaking his head. âI donât know, maybe waiting for the car if he got awayââ
Logan wrapped his arms tightly around Finnâs neck. He pressed a kiss to Finnâs cheek. âI love you, mon Rouge. Mon coeur, lumière, ĂŠternitĂŠâŚâ
Finnâs hands pressed into his back. âI love you. God, I love you, too, but Lo, just say youâre good. Say it to me.â
âI am,â Logan said, tucking his face into his neck. âI am.â
Logan tried not to appear as insane as he felt when he was stopped to sign autographs. He was probably full on grinning in photos with fans more than he had in his entire career. Finn stood a step apart, like a watchful bodyguard. He signed a few autographs and took a few pictures of his own. He placed a hand low on Loganâs back and guided him out of the arena towards where the car would be waiting.
And there he was. Logan felt like some string had been cut then refastened. All the parts of him yearning to get to Leo in that crowd, standing frozen on that court, tethered themselves to the golden boy waiting at the curb.
He would have kissed him right there. He would have willed the worldâs attention their wayâbut first them. Just them. First, this had to be theirs.
He didnât have to call out Leoâs name. He heard them coming and turned. The grin he gave Logan was filled with the win he himself had under his belt.
He slipped his phone into his pocket. âLate dinner, yeah? Tastes fifty times better after a win.â When Logan got close, Leo wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leaned in, away from the cameras. âGood game, Lo. You all right?â
Logan nodded and yanked open the door of the car. He guided Leo through, then Finn, who went with a wink.
The car was dark, darker than the night was outside with its people and camera lights. The door shut and took the noise with it. Finn and Leo sat in the seats opposite Logan. There was a driver, Finn was giving him a restaurant name, but Logan didnât care. Leo had a hand on Finnâs thigh, accepting a kiss.
âHeâll say heâs fine, but you tell me,â Leo said. âIs he okay? On the court, I thoughtââ
Logan leaned across the pristine black carpet of the car. He steadied himself on the smooth leather seat with one hand, his other high on Leoâs thigh, and kissed Leoâs surprised mouth.
âOkay,â Leo mumbled, steadying Logan with two hands on his waist. âMoving car? Seatbelts?â
âIf youâre in the stands, I want you in my box,â Logan said. âIf Iâm in the stands, I want to be in your box.â He feathered lighter kisses up Leoâs cheek. âI want to sit next to Finn. I want you to be able to hear us when you go for a towel. I want to be able to hear you both.â
Leo sent Finn a look through the kisses, smiling. âOkayâŚâ
âI donât care what your team thinks. I donât care if they think Iâm listening, or Finnâs plotting and stealing.â Logan pulled back to look down at him. âIf they think I would use you in that way, theyâre stupid.â
âYou and adrenaline are quite the cocktail,â Leo said, but he was blushing.
Logan let himself fall back into his own seat. âAnd you look perfect in black.â
âA crazy cocktail, but he speaks the truth.â Finn held out a water bottle to Logan. âDrink that whole thing. Even the dregs, Iâm watching you, Tremblay.â
Logan took the bottle, shaking up the hydration powder inside. âWhat do I get if I do?â
Finn just smiled. He was unwrapping silver foil from a piece of blue peppermint gum gum and he popped it into his mouth. âIâll blow you in the restaurant bathroom.â
Logan blinked. âReally?â
Finn reached forward and flicked him on the forehead.
They reached Manhattan again quickly enough, and curled into the twisting streets of the West Village. Finn perked up, happy to be on familiar ground and popped the car door.
âAfter you,â Leo said, just as Logan motioned for him to go first. âOhâha. Lo, go.â
Logan narrowed his eyes. âYou.â
âNot that this isnât adorable, butâŚâ Finn leaned down. âIf Iâm hungry, you guys must be starving.â He held out his hand to Leo. âGuess what they have here?â
Leo put his hand in Finnâs. âWhat?â
âDeconstructed chocolate cake,â Finn said, helping him out.
âWhat the fuck is that?â Logan asked, following.
âSugar. Youâll love it.â
Logan sent Leo a look as Finn jogged ahead and disappeared between large, wooden doors. Inside, Logan caught a glimpse of windows lined with candles. Leo would look gorgeous.
âThat was pretty sweet back there,â Leo said. He took his hand as they walked. âYou sure youâre all right?â
âI was fine on the court,â Logan said, pulling the door open. âI was just thinking.â
âAbout?â Leo asked.
The candlelight was already hitting him, and Logan thought about telling him right there in this doorway with Finn and aâblushingâwaiter looking expectantly at them.
âJust thinking,â Logan said. âAll good things.â
âUm,â the waiter tucked her hair behind her ear. âThis way.â
âThanks so much,â Finn beamed.
âClassic OâHara,â Leo whispered. He moved Loganâs hand from his left to his right and placed his hand low on Loganâs back. âBut we both won today. Whoâs he gonna let taste the wine?â
Logan laughed. âItâs going to be you.â
âWhy?â
âJust a feeling I have.â
~
It didnât feel like a day off. Not without Leo there. The two female finalists were playing their match today, and at dinner Logan had been relieved at the idea that heâd have a whole day off with Leo before they had to go against each otherâuntil Leo told them his coach wanted him to stay away.Â
He woke up earlier than usual and in a too empty room. Finn, warm and solid against his backâbut no Leo. He wasnât sure why he was even awake until he felt the next stroke of fingers through his hair, absentminded and soft. It would put him straight back to sleep soon.
âRouge,â Logan mumbled. His voice wasnât quite there yet, coming out a gravely sort of whisper.
âSorry,â Finn whispered back. âI was just looking at you. Go back to sleep.â
Logan pushed back against him. âIâm turned away.â
âI was looking at the rest of you.â
The sheets were near his hips now that he thought about it. Finnâs hand ran down the dip of his ribs and waist.
Logan settled into the feeling, but when Finnâs fingers moved back to his hair, he sighed and rolled onto his back, getting a hand under Finnâs head to pull him onto his chest. He closed his eyes, pressed five hard kisses to Finnâs temple, and felt Finn let out a long sigh.
âWhatâs up?â Logan asked.
âLeo. If there was any day he should have been able to be with us, it was today, when we have nothing going on, and the training is light because you play tomorrow.â Finnâs fingers began drumming on his chest, restless. A rare show of nerves. âHe should be here right now.â
Logan could see Finn in Nice. In his library nook for the first time. Head in his hands, finally allowing himself to cry away an old life to let the new one in. This, he thought, was a version of it. Worries, brimming over because they had not been let out.
He passed his fingers through Finnâs hair. Kissed his temple and his forehead and the bridge of his nose. âItâs not your fault.â
âI should have talked to his teamââ
âNon,â Logan said. âTheyâre angry people. I think. That wouldnât have helped. But, hey. Look at me.â
Finn did. Sleepy brown eyes. He traced a thumb under one lower set of fair eyelashes. There was lilac there.
âNo more worrying,â Logan whispered. He brushed his mouth, feather-light, over the delicate skin just under Finnâs eye.
âIâm not worriedâno, I am.â
âIt gets like this when youâre stressed.â Logan kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. âItâs gorgeous, but itâs not good for you.â
Finn sighed and let Logan press him back into the pillows to be kissed. His jaw. His neck. âHeâs not happy. I mean, heâs happy with us. But in the game. In this life. He used to be happier. At the Wimbledon Ball. He was happier.â
âHow do you know? We werenât seeing a lot of him then.â Loganâs mouth found the valley between his collarbones. Was there anything better than this? It woke him up like coffee, and settled him down like nothing else. Sometimes, panicking on the court, he pictured this. Soft and unhurried. Usually, Leo was there for him to kiss, too. âLetâs get dressed. Then call him. Tell him he has to have breakfast with us.â
Finn smiled. âWhat, or else?â
âOr else IâŚâ Logan tried to think of something good, but honestly he wasnât meant to be awake this early. He pressed his face into Finnâs neck, his hand to his cheek. He inhaled, kissed him there, then pulled back and kissed him properly. âI love him.â
Finn smiled. âI love him, too.â
It rang. Rang and rang.
âHey, itâs Leo, sorry I missed you!â
Again. Logan leaned his forehead against the warm window pane, standing in a square of sun coming into their room.
âHey, itâs Leo, sorry I missed you!â
âFuck.â Logan turned, waiting for the beep.
Finn watched his face as he pulled a t-shirt over his head. His skin was still slightly damp from his shower and Logan, worried as he was, enjoyed the way it stuck to his chest.
âHi, Le,â Logan said. âItâs us. Just wondering where you areâŚâ
âMissing you,â Finn mumbled, bending down to lace up his shoes.
âWe miss you, we are going to get breakfast at the place. Okay. LoâOkay, cool.â Finnâs head snapped up with an open-mouthed smile. Logan flushed. âOkay, come find us, or weâll find you.â
He hung up fast, staring at his phone. Finn crossed the room, taking Loganâs face in his hands.
âYou almost saidââ he began to say, laughing through the words.
Logan pushed up on his toes and kissed him silent. He pulled back, knowing his eyes were wide, and pressed three fingers to Finnâs mouth. âQuiet.â
Finn gave his chin a little jerk and took Loganâs fingers in his mouth, smiling around the gentle bite. Logan rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away.
âCâmere, lover.â Finn wrapped an arm around Loganâs shoulders. âIâve got the room key. Iâm taking you to a big breakfast full of eggs, ham, and calling Leo every five minutes.â
~
Finn got restless again and they had barely taken a sip of their coffees. Logan could tell. What they had started calling âtheâ place was a small coffee shop that Finn knew. It made generous omelettes with sides of potatoes and greens. Spicy beans and fried eggs with tortillasâLeoâs favorite. Logan had stared at it at the menu, wondering if ordering it would make him arrive faster.
A plate with a steaming chocolate croissant appeared in front of him, and Finn pressed a kiss to his cheek.
âThere you go, sweetheart.â Finn slid into his seat. âI ordered for us. But I didnât want to sit here with you while youâre hangry and drinking your coffee-milk, soâŚâ
Logan shoved him, but Finn just pulled their chairs together and took out his phone. Logan ripped off a piece of the croissant and watched Finn find Leoâs contact. When he held it up to his ear, Logan watched Finnâs face. Hopeful. He caught Loganâs eye and put a hand on the back of his neck, squeezing.
âHi,â Finn said, but the sigh in his voice told Logan no one had answered. âHey, Sunshine. Us again. Weâre here. JustâŚwondering where you are.â Finn looked at Logan, mouth pulling to the side. âLet us know.â He ran a thumb over Loganâs bottom lip. âOkay. Okay, love you, bye.â
Finn set his phone down, hand falling down to Loganâs lower back. âMaybe heâs sleeping and weâre assholes trying to wake him up.â
âItâs almost eleven.â
âYeahâŚâ Finn picked up the water pitcher on the table and filled Loganâs glass. Logan picked it up again and filled Finnâs.
âWhat did you order?â
âGot us the ham and tomato omelettes. Sound good?â
âOuais. Thanks.â
They quieted, then laughed a little at each other when they realized they were both waiting for the phone to ring.
Finn was worrying the straw of his iced coffee when he set the cup down hard. âOh my God.â
âHm?â Logan got to the chocolatey center of the croissant and carefully bit so he got enough chocolate and enough pastry.
âLoganâŚâ
Logan raised his eyebrows at his full name from Finnâs mouth. âFinnâŚâ He mimicked his tone, but got serious when Finn put both of his hands in his hair, gripping. âFinn. Quoi?â
âI justâoh my God.â
âWhat?â
âI justâŚâ Finnâs hands moved over his mouth. âDid I?â
Logan set the pastry down. âDid you what? Did you fucking what?â
He looked so panicked that Logan started looking around, trying to figure out the problem. But Finn grabbed his hand, pulling his attention back to him.
âAt the end of the message, I saidâŚâ Finn whispered. âI said love you.â
Logan blinked. âWhat?â
They both stared down at Finnâs phone and its dark screen.
âShit,â Logan said. âWait, ouais. Youâyou did. Finn.â
Finn melted, folding his head into his arms and slumping on the table.
Logan laughed, but he wasnât sure if it was actually funny. That wasnât how heâd planned for Leo to know. Of all the opportunities theyâd had. Dinners and late nights and soft afternoons.
âAnd after you made fun of me for almost saying it.â
âShut up,â Finn mumbled into his arms. When he lifted his head, his face was flushed. âIt just slipped out. Iâshit. I was looking at you and your stupid chocolate, and then I saw the hot sauce on the table and I was thinking about him and the amount he puts on his fucking eggsââ
âYou said okay, love you, bye.â
âI know that!â
âTwo omelettes?â
They both looked up at the waiter, who took a step backâprobably at the panicked look in their eyes.
âUm,â he said. âNo? Not omelettes?â
âNo, no,â Finn said. âI mean, yes, omelettes. Thank you so much.â
The man set the plates down with a look on his face like he wanted to get out of there. It probably had something to do with the way Finn still had his head in his hands.
Logan rubbed a hand down his back. âItâs fine. Baby, itâs fine. We do love him.â
âAnd he finds out on a voicemail?â Finnâs voice came out muffled through his hands. âSo bad. Jesus.â
âMaybe heâs not gonna listen?â
âMaybe.â For a moment, Finn sounded almost placated, but he jerked his head up. âNo phone.â
Logan nudged his plate at him. âEat something.â
Finn turned his body towards him in his chair. âYouâre playing tomorrow.â
âFinn, what the fuck?â
âI want you eating and drinking and resting.â
âFinn, whatâŚâ He gestured to his food. âOuais. What does this look like?â
âWhen do you not have your phone?â
âWhen IâmâŚâ Logan trailed off, finally understanding. âNon. That would be insane.â
Finn stood, gesturing to the waiter. âLetâs get this to go.â
They arrived at the practice courts in the heat of the day. Logan heard Leo before he saw him. He heard him like heâd heard him every day during those perfect months at his house. Leo had a rhythm all his own. His footwork. Quick shuffles, short squeaks of his sneakers on the hard court.
But Logan should not have been able to hear it right then. Not less than twenty hours before the U.S. Open final.
âFuck,â Finn said, pushing a fence open. âHeâs on the court.â
âAgain!â they heard Leoâs coach shout.
âFuck,â Finn cursed. âIâm gonna kill that guy.â
Logan watched him storm towards the next fence, past another player practicing with a hitterâwho missed his shot when he saw Finn.
âWait,â Logan called. âRouge!â
Finn stopped, but barely. Every muscle in his body strained towards Leoâs court just ahead. Logan could see him now, just barely through netting and bushes and low court walls. Logan caught glimpses of blond hair as he jogged towards Finn.
âWhat?â Finn asked. âHe shouldnât be out there.â
Logan put his hands on his shoulders. âStop. I know. But stop.â
Leo was on the baseline. His coach stood beside him, talking fast while Leoâs chest heaved.
âLet me go alone,â Logan said. âIf itâs you, his team will get defensive. If itâs me, itâs not their business. Itâs player to player.â
Finn looked conflicted. âIâŚâ He looked towards Leo, too. âHe shouldnât be out there.â
âI know.â
âI do love him.â
âI know,â Logan said softly. âLook. Iâll get him in the locker room. Youâll be waiting there. Let me.â
He left Finn, all the while sure he would break and follow him. But he didnât. Logan made it past another court and opened the chain-fence door into the sidelines of Leoâs. Leo was mid-rally, so his coach saw him first. The man scowled. Logan scowled back.
Leoâs hitter sent the ball into the net.
âLeo,â the coach called. Leo looked at him as he rolled out one of his ankles gingerly. A sharp nod directed his attention to Logan and, despite everything, the heat and how tired he obviously was, a smile broke over Leoâs face and jogged over.
âHi,â Leo said, but held out his hand. âI want to, but donât hug me.â He jerked his head subtly towards his team. âThey already think Iâm going to be soft on you tomorrow and I donâtâŚâ Leo swallowed. He let out a breath. âAnyway. Hi. What are you doing here?â
Loganâs whole chest hurt. âWhat about I kiss you instead?â
That, at least, made Leo smile. One blue eye squinted shut against the sun. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat are you doing here?â Logan fired back.
He squirted Logan lightly with his water bottle. âYou spying on me, Tremblay?â
âYou didnât answer my question,â Logan said.
âThatâs cute. A little desperate, but cute.â
âLeo.â
âIâm training,â Leo said. âI donât know if you heard, but Iâm going up against Logan Tremblay tomorrow. Heâs pretty good.â
âWhich is why you should be resting.â
Leo was quiet for a moment, then he looked around. âSo, whereâs Finn freaking out right now?â
Logan bit the inside of his cheek and looked towards the locker room building.
âYou two are sweet, you know that?â Leo reached out and briefly stroked a knuckle down the center of Loganâs chest. âLook, Iâm almost finished here. Then Iâll find you. I know how to take care of myself. Finn knows that, too, or he should.â
âHe actuallyâWe actually need to talk to you about something else.â
Leo frowned. âOh?â
âJustââ Logan itched to take his hand. âCome? Please? Just for a moment.â
Leo still looked concerned, but he nodded. âOkay. Hold on.â
His coach had his arms crossed. His narrow eyes tracked Leo as he came towards him. The argument was hushed and intense. It ended with Leo grabbing his bags with an angry sort of strength. Logan knew how heavy those bags got. Leo swung them onto his shoulders like they were nothing, just beautiful baby blue and white leather there to make his hair turn even more golden.
When he reached Logan again, he looked more tired than before.
âGive me,â Logan said. Leo didnât protest when Logan took his racket bag from him and shouldered it himself.
âYouâre not supposed to be seen with Adidas.â
âThey can kiss my ass.â
âLoââ
âThen they can explain why they have a problem with me helping my boyfriend.â
Leo lightened up at those words like he always did. As they ducked away from the court, he wrapped an arm around Loganâs shoulders and kissed him. Logan wanted to whisper the phrase into his skin until it stayed with him forever, kept in that sweet freckle just under his chin.
Finn was pacing when they walked in, and then he was rushing over, holding Leoâs shoulders.
âWhat the hell are you doing out there in the sun? Youâve got a match tomorrow.â
âBackhand,â Leo said. He glanced at Logan. âMineâs not as good. Coach wantsâŚâ He sighed. Annoyance was all over him. Stress. Logan hated it. He wanted to smooth it all away with his fingers, wanted to touch every inch of him to make sure it wasnât there. âI donât know what he wants. Oh. By the wayâŚâ He leaned forward and planted a soft, quick kiss to Finnâs worried mouth. âHi.â
Finn pulled him in, leaving one arm open for Logan.
âIâm so sweaty, sorry,â Leo said.
Logan pushed his nose into his chest. Okay, love you, bye.
âMissed you this morning,â Finn said. âWe thoughtâŚWe thought weâd get toâŚâ
There were a million ways Logan would have finished that sentence. Sleep in, breakfast, kiss, lounge, shower, read, talk, sex, doze, stretch, breathe.
âSo did I,â Leo sighed. Logan felt his fingers in his hair, a kiss pressed to his forehead and held there. âFuck. So did I.â
âDo you have your phone?â Finn asked. âWith you?â
âItâs in my bag.â Leo arched an eyebrow. âWhy?â
Finn just stared at him, but Logan saw each thought pass in his face as if heâd said it.
Leo saw it, too, though he didnât know enough to understand and laughed instead, unsure. âWhat the hell is up with you two?â
âWeâre in a locker room,â Finn whispered to Logan.
Leo looked between them. âOâHara, what is happening?â
âI cannot do this in a locker room.â
âDo what?â
Finn groaned, then laughed, then sat down on a bench and covered his face. âI left you a voicemail today. Ugh. Well. We left you a few.â
âIâm sorry,â Leo began but Finn shook his head.
âNo, no. Itâs okay. Itâs justâthe last one I leftâŚâ His hands dragged down his face lightly, making his brown eyes look big and sad. âUgh. Leo. Iâm such an idiot.â
Leo sat down beside him, hand on Finnâs knee. âFinnâŚYouâre not. Youâre not an idiot.â He glanced up at Logan, all concerned and blue, sweat still dripping down from the ends of his hair. âThe last one you leftâŚwhat?â
Finn straightened. He set his hand over Leoâs. Then he held it in both and brought his knuckles to his mouth.
âWhen I was hanging up, I told you that I loved you,â Finn said. âAnd I do.â
Logan wanted to hear him say it again, in that soft way. He sank onto the bench on Leoâs other side, the very same words burning in his chest. He put his mouth to the warm fabric of Leoâs t-shirt shoulder, curling a hand around his bicep. There was a fine tremor to Leoâs muscles. Logan didnât know if he was tired, or if it was the words, but Leo was shaking, just a little.
Logan couldnât help it. Where he was tucked against Leoâs shoulder, he smiled. âLeoâŚâ
The laugh jostled Logan first, and then it sounded, light and a little tearful, from Leoâs mouth. He grabbed for Finnâs shoulder, pulling him in for something that was more a smile than a kiss.
âYou just blurted that out, huh?â Leo cupped the back of Finnâs neck. âJesus, OâHara, you had me so worried there.â
âI love you,â Finn said. âIâLoganâŚâ
Leo laughed louder, freer, as Logan gripped the back of his t-shirt until Leo turned.
Logan swiped a thumb over Leoâs full bottom lip. He just wanted to touch that smile. He kissed him, hard, tasting the sweat from his practice.
âI love you,â Logan whispered. âI was supposed to say it first, I love you.â
âSupposed to?â Finn spluttered.
âShh,â Logan said into Leoâs mouth. âLook how happy he is, I can taste it.â
âI love you, too,â Leo said. He pressed his nose against Loganâs cheek, then turned back to Finn. âOh God, I love you, too.â
Logan watched them kiss. Laugh. Dissolve into each otherâFinnâs chin on Leoâs shoulder, eyes closed, fingers scratching through the back of his hair. Logan put a hand on Leoâs back and felt his muscles relax. All the tension from the court earlier bled away. And tomorrowâŚTomorrowâs match felt very far away.
âLetâs go,â Leo said. âIâm sweaty and hot and in love.â
âWow, speaking Loganâs language,â Finn said.
Leo laughed, but when he stood he sent an almost nervous glance towards the door. âQuick. Before anyone tries to pull me back out there.â
âYou shouldnât have been out there in the first place,â Finn said.
Leo sighed with a smile. âFinn.â
Finn stood, hands up in surrender. âLetâs get out of here.â
~
Logan could relax because it was the three of them. He was finishing off a plate of pasta and chicken balanced on his thighs. Finn sat with his computer perched on the arm of the couch with Loganâs feet in his lap. One thumb dug perfectly into Loganâs arch. Leo was laying on the ground, stretching out his back andâwell. Smiling the whole time.
âI keep thinking about the Wimbledon Ball,â Leo said.
âYou scolded me for leading,â Logan said.
âI didnât scold,â Leo laughed. âI wanted you to know you could trust me.â
Logan sat up and set his plate down on the hotelâs coffee table. He pulled his feet from Finnâs lapâFinn wrapped a hand around his ankle and held on long enough for Logan to lean in and kiss him. Logan pressed down against Finn as that hand smoothed up his calve, behind his knee. Up his thigh, resting on his ass for a moment before settling on his lower back to press them together harder.
Logan smiled against Finnâs mouth, then slipped out of his hold. He made his way to where Leo lay on his back and stood over him, one foot pressed against each of his hips.
âTrust you?â he repeated.
Leo stretched his arms over his head, grinning. He was wearing Finnâs sweatshirt. Heâd caught the worn cuffs in his hands and it pulled the hem halfway up his chest. Logan wanted to put his teeth on the cut of his waist, he really did.
âMhm,â Leo said. âYou didnât. You thought I was trying to get inside your head.â
âYou were.â Logan narrowed his eyes. âYou just said soâtrying to get me to trust you.â
Leo rolled his eyes. âFine. Fine. But you thought I was trying to beat you. And I wasnât.â He pulled his arms down. Like Finn, his palms found the back of Loganâs ankles. Then his calves. Then the back of his thighs. Only, Leo pulled gently and Logan lowered himself into straddling his hips. Leo smiled and pushed down on his thighs until Logan let his full weight go. âI wasnât trying to beat you. I was trying to win you.â
A soft laugh came from the couch. âI knew something had to be up when you blatantly asked to dance with my boyfriend.â
âWould have asked you, too,â Leo said, eyes trained on Loganâs as Logan lowered himself down onto his forearms. They were nose to nose now. âA boy can only find so many excuses in one night.â
âAnd what are you gonna try to do tomorrow?â Logan asked.
âOh,â Leo whispered. He picked his head up just enough to capture Loganâs bottom lip gently between his teethâa pull and release that sent Loganâs hips rocking down against him. âBeat you.â
âPlease find the bed,â Finn said absentmindedly. His eyes were on his laptop, and heâd put his glasses on. âYour knees get enough stress as it is. And donât go crazy. I need you rested. And not sore.â Finn looked over at them and Logan wondered if he knew how red his ears were. âBoth of you.â
âIâll find a bed, if you promise to find us when youâre done with that computer,â Leo shot back.
Finn slapped the laptop shut. âWhat computer?â
~
Coin toss. They werenât even playing yet and Logan was already sweating with the sun at his back.
âMr. Tremblay?â the Umpire presented him with the coin. âYou will choose?â
âHeads,â Logan said.
âVery well. Heads. Mr. Knut, you will be tails.â
Logan was trying not to look at Leo too hard, but it was difficult. Every time they caught each otherâs eye, they both had to suppress a smile. There was joy in this. Logan dreaded to win and dreaded to lose, but there was joy. Leo across from him. The game he loved. Leo, being his.
The coin flashed in the sun as it got tossed up. It rattled, looping around on its edges for a moment before settling between their feet.
âTails.â The Umpire looked at Leo. âMr. Knut, you willâŚâ
âServe first,â Leo said.
âKnut, first service. Thank you, gentlemen.â
Logan fought the urge to roll his eyes. If Leo thought he was going to get to take a few points off of Logan with that massive serve of his, he was wrong.
It seemed to take ages for the crowd to settle down. New York was always loud, but they were more riled by the idea of of Leo and Logan on the court once again. Logan leaned down to re-tie his shoes and tried to steady his breathing. He turned to look up at Finn, who had a baseball cap onâone of Loganâs sponsorsâand was leaning forward on his elbows. He was rubbing his palms together, his eyes on Leo. When he noticed Logan looking, he dropped a wink.
Logan rose and gave his racket a spin against his palm. He bounced twice, then adjusted his feet into a poised stance.
Leo had his ball pressed against his racket, ready. He looked back at Logan once before lowering his gaze to his racket.
âLeo Knut to serve,â the umpireâs voice echoed over the chatter. âPlay.â
Leo won the first set. He was gorgeous and lean, and their rallies lasted minute after minute after minute until the crowd was gasping after each stroke. Quite the even match, they were called. Too even, Logan thought. Everywhere else, they would give each other anything the other could possibly want. But not here.
Here, Loganâs t-shirt was soaked in sweat within thirty minutes, and it wasnât from the heat. They were running each other hard. Leoâs stride equaled Loganâs speed, and his height, Loganâs strength. Logan was frustrated, sure. But he was also having fun. Leo hit a drop shot that had Logan sprinting to the front of the net, only to miss it by its backspin. Leo grinned at him when Logan jokingly hit his palm against his racket in applause. For a moment, it felt like they were back at his house in one of the faux matches Finn set them to.
But it only took three rallies into the second set for Logan to see that something was wrong.
Leo stopped moving well. He wasnât even walking right. He seemed stiff, and then at changeovers, he spent long seconds with his face hidden in a cold towel.
On Loganâs next break before his serve, he turned away from Leo, wiping his face and wrists with his towel as he looked up at Finn. Finn tapped his thigh and squeezed his hand into a fist. Muscle cramps.
Logan winced, but part of him was relieved. Those were painful, but at least they were short-lived. He made his way back to the baseline and tested out a ball with a few bounces before discarding it and tossing it back towards the ball boy. He glanced up at Leo as he withdrew the second ball from his pocket. He was bringing his knees up to his waist, trying to get the blood flowing. Logan bounced the second ball. His serve clock was winding down and Leo didnât look ready for his serve. Not at all.
Logan let out a breath, tossed the ball up, and brought his serve down. Ace. Leo barely got his hand back properly. Leo looked behind him, up at his box, and motioned something that Logan couldnât make out, but what he figured was that he wanted to call for a trainer at the next change-over.
âAh-ah,â came from Leoâs box. A scolding, horrible sound. Leoâs coach gave his head a sharp shake and he pointed towards the court. Donât, it seemed to mean.
Finn was standing up in Loganâs box when he looked, his arms crossed. Beside him, Noelle pulled him back into his seat.
He took one more game off of Leo before he couldnât take it anymoreâwatching the pained way he walked and the set of his mouth as he tried to hide it.
Logan looked to the chair and raised a finger. âMedic, please.â
The walk to his chair gave him one, tiny second to lock eyes with Leo. Logan wanted to tell him silently to call. Call while Iâm calling. He didnât linger long enough to see if Leo understood. He sat down in his chair, wiped sweat from his face, and looked at Finn. He was leaning back to say something to Loganâs mom. Maybe explaining the trick. Finn would know that Logan had absolutely no reason to call for a trainer.
Even still, a woman came jogging out onto the court. Logan heard the shush and mumble of the crowd as they figured out what was happening. She dropped her heavy supply backpack and knelt in front of Loganâs chair. She had kind eyes, dark hair pulled back into a slick bun, and when she spoke it was with an Australian accent.
âHi, Mr. Tremblay. My name is Nicola. What can I do for you, sir?â
âNothing,â Logan said in a low voice, and put his foot out. âJust check my ankle. Take your time about it.â
Nicola looked confused. âIâŚwhat?â
âPlease,â Logan said.
She looked confused still, but slowly she reached out for Loganâs ankle. She began pressing at it tenderly, like she would if she had been checking for pain. Eventually, her eyes went to Leoâs chair. So, sheâd figured it out.
âIs he calling?â Logan whispered.
âYes, sir,â Nicola said.
Logan didnât look Leoâs way, but relief flooded him. Another medic came out onto the court, heading Leoâs way. Logan didnât care if anyone else saw through his trick. If he beat Leo, he didnât want to do it like this.
He could only ask Nicola to pretend for so long, but when he looked over he saw that Leo had his eyes closed while the trainer dug his thumbs into his thigh in what was probably a good-pain way. Logan paced the baseline to keep his own muscles warm, then heard Finnâs voice in his head and ate half a banana.
When Leo rose to his feet, the crowd applauded, eager for the match to resume. Leoâs box got loud, too, but the tone sounded pressing, not encouraging. It made Logan want to make a noise complaint just so he could inadvertently tell them to fuck off.
One look at Finn told him everything he needed to know. Play, it seemed to say. Logan knew he was right. All he could do right now that wouldnât hurt Leo, was play.
He tried to turn off everything but the game. The crowd was hardly there. Leo couldnât be Leo just then. Logan had to turn him into just another player, or else Logan might looked down to find guilt gnawing its way through his chest. He even stopped looking at Finn. Finn now meant Leo, too, so at least for these few hours, there could be neither of them. There were no faces or features around him, just the yellow blur of the ball and the burn in his muscles as he took each point more easily than the last. This was what it had felt like to play when he had been alone, before Finn. The mechanical motions of the came combined with the small adjustments to strategyâtreating his opponent like a machine to be figured out. A bleak headspace filled with gray and numbers. He didnât like it there anymore. He never had.
When he took the win, it all snapped back in. The noise of the crowd roared into his awareness. The colors and court lights made him squint.
The pained flush on Leoâs face hit him right in the chest.
Logan turned and looked up at Finn. His hat was smushed between his palms, red hair a mess from his fingers. He didnât exactly look like Logan had just become a U.S. Open Champion. He was on his feet and clapping now, but his eyes looked as exhausted as Logan felt. Imperceptible, if you didnât know him. But Logan did know him. He didnât know anything better than he knew Finn OâHara. Finn hadnât had the game to lock into. Heâd been sitting there watching Leo in pain and Logan forcing himself into a brutal, winning pace.
Logan dropped his racket and rubbed his hands over his face. He should be smiling. He might have, had he not looked to see Leo with one hand on the net as he waited for him.
When Logan reached him, his hand was cold in Loganâs, and his breathing felt shallow as Logan rubbed a palm briefly up and down his back.
âThat was some trick,â Leo said, drawing them closer to hide his words from any cameras. âWith the trainer.â
âI love you,â Logan said. âAre you okay?â
âI will be,â Leo said. âGo see your family. Oh.â He squeezed Logan tighter for a moment. âI love you, too.â
No one let Logan climb the stands this time, but pointedly directed him to the stairs. He sort of wished Finn would just come to him. He would have all night to see his family. Right then, he wanted a magical sort of door that took him away from all the prying eyes and into Finnâs arms.
Burying his face in Finnâs warm neck when he reached his box would have to do.
âYou were going to win,â Finn whispered. âYou did so good. Donât feel guilty, you made that match end as fast as you could.â
âThe thing with the trainer,â Logan mumbled.
âI know.â
Logan pulled back to look up at him. Asking. Telling. Imploring.
Finn only nodded, then gave him over to be hugged by his family.
It was excruciating, watching Leo try to fake his way through his speech. He was disappointed. Frustrated. But he was sweet and funny. Logan saw each time a muscle seized up in the way he turned away from the microphone briefly to draw a slow, steadying breath. He saw the way Leo kept one hand on the podium while he gave his runner-up speech. That same hand used Logan for support when they took their trophy photographs. Logan stood ready for him, immovable until Leo pulled away first.
âIâm so grateful to have the support that I do,â Logan said, trying not to wince as his voice echoed back at him around the stadium. âAnd the amazing talent I get to go up against.â He looked back at Leo. âEvery single player on this tour has been in your shoes and all Iâll be thinking about is when we get to play again.â
Logan wanted off the court, he wanted Finn and Leo to himself. He wanted an ice bath and then Finnâs thumbs digging into that one point in his back.
âFinn,â Logan said, then startled back from the microphone as the stadium went wild. He even heard Leo laugh a little from behind him. Logan felt tears claw up his throat and laughed, too. âLeo.â
Because they were one now. Nothing existed without the other.
Leoâs eyes, when Logan found them, had gone a little wide.
âJe tâaime,â Logan said, then waved a hand up to the crowd, who reached back. âJe tâaime, merci.â
~
Finn and Logan didnât have to agree to find Leo, but he wasnât where they thought he would be. He wasnât recovering like Logan had just spent the last thirty minutes doing. He was in a lounge near the locker rooms, sitting on a couch with his long legs bent awkwardly due to the sag of the old sofa cushion. Four people seemed to be trying to talk to him at once.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â one of them said under their breath when they saw Finn and Logan. It made Leo look up. He looked tired. So tired. His silver plate trophy was on the coffee table in front of him, casting shimmery reflections across his drawn face.
Finn drew in a breath, about to speak, but Logan gave the back of his t-shirt a sharp tug and stepped forward instead.
âI need a word with Leo,â Logan said.
Leo was on his feet in a second, stepped out from around the table. He was still limping.
âWhat for?â the coach asked. âWeâre in the middleââ
âPlayers business.â
âHis business is my business.â
Leo didnât look at them. He didnât even turn around. His eyes were unfocused and trained on Loganâs chest.
âBut mine isnât,â Logan snapped. âExcuse us.â
He didnât take Leoâs hand. He wanted to drag him out of there by both hands, but he stayed perfectly still with so many eyes on them. That wouldnât help Leo just then. Obviously, he had already been told that loving each other made them weaker players. Logan wouldnât give them something to point at. If they thought this made them weaker, they didnât deserve to see even a glimpse of the strength that flooded Logan every time Leo so much as looked at him.
 So, Logan made to turn away, knowing Leo and Finn would follow.
âOâHara.â
Finn stiffened beside Logan and looked back over his shoulder. Leoâs team looked like they had been having a silent conversation, but now their eyes were on Finn.
âA word, if you donât mind,â said the coach, and he scowled at Logan. âCoach business.â
âI have a few minutes,â Finn said. He looked down at Logan. âSee you in a second.â His eyes flit wordlessly in the direction of the recovery rooms.
The room was simple. An examination mattress with a cushion against the wall. A side table, a sink, a few stools, and a small, humming refrigerator in the corner whose glass door showed cold water bottles and hydration drinks. Logan went to it while Leo pulled himself up onto the bed with a groan, stretching his legs out. Heâd been icing his knee. Logan could see the redness that the cold had left behind.
âIâmâŚâ Logan set the water aside. He wasnât sure what to say. He put a hand on Leoâs thigh where the redness was and experimental kneaded his thumb into the muscle. When Leoâs eyes closed with pleasure, he did it again.
âI fired them,â Leo whispered.
Logan let out a breath. âYou did?â
Leo nodded. His chest rose and fell heavily once, then he opened his eyes and looked at Logan tiredly.
âMaybe Iâll be like you were,â Leo said. âTry it solo. For a while.â
No. Logan hated that idea. Heâd done the endless plane rides alone. The hotels, the mornings, the lonely nights that came whether he won or lost. He didnât want that for Leo. He wasnât sure Leo would be able to do it. He was a people person, far more so than Logan ever had been. He was like Finn. He liked to talk, to laugh, to be surrounded by others.
âLeo,â Logan began to say, but suddenly, voices from the other room could be heard plain as day. Finn wasâ
Leo and Logan looked at each other in surprise. Finn was shouting.
âNo. Nope, nope, you saw, you saw what was happening! You do nothing? What did you want him to do, push through? Heâd been playing for hours, he needed help, thatâs what youâre there for, you know that.â
âItâs a fucking cramp! They go away.â
âHe needs water, he needs sugarââ
âHey. Hey, where do you get off trying to tell meââ
âHe needs you not to be running him the way you were the day before the match, in the heat, in the sun. He needs you to not be rolling your fucking eyes when he asks for the medic, are you fucking kidding meâ
âOh, fuck off, OâHara. You can do fuck all with Tremblay, whatever, but Leoâs not one of your fucking whores, all right?â
There was a shocked beat of silence. Leo and Logan stared at each other, wide-eyed. Logan didnât catch the next thing Finn said, not until he raised his voice again.
âWhat the fuck did you just say to me?â
âHeâs not. Your. Player.â
When Finn spoke next, he sounded dangerous. Truly dangerous.
âThat is not,â Finn began, âwhat you just said.â
If Logan didnât know him, he would have been just a bit terrified. But he did know him. And he knew the second he came back into this room it would melt. If he was ever rough with the two of them, it only came out as pure pleasure.
âCall Logan that again,â Finn said. âLetâs see what happens. Go ahead.â
âYou have no distance,â Logan heard the coach say. âYou cannot run a player like you do, you have no discipline, noââ
âRun? Run a player? Theyâre not machines!â
âThey can be! If theyâre worked rightââ
âTheyâre not animals either,â Finn thundered. âTheyâre people.â
âYou donât treat them like people, you treat them like playthings. Your playthings.â
Finn went silent again. Logan covered Leoâs hand with his, Leo did the same to him, and they waited. Waited.
âThis can be a lonely life,â Finn finally said. âA very lonely life. And this is the last thing Iâll say to someone like you, but I am the luckiest man in the entire fucking world to have found love, real love, in this game.â
Logan closed his eyes. He felt Leoâs forehead meet his temple and turned into him.
âAnd if you ever call Logan or Leo âthingsâ, or anything else, again, Iâll sweep your fucking world out from under your feet.â
Leo made a quiet, sad sound in his throat and tilted his chin forward to brush their mouths together. He pulled back to look at him.
âWe are lucky,â Leo said.
Logan nodded.
Finn came through the door very quiet. He was red, cheeks flushed in his anger, but he looked at Leo so softly. Logan loved that about him. He loved that. Finn set down two cups on the side table, along with a banana.
âSorry about that Le,â he said.
Leo shook his head, dazed and glancing towards the door. âNo. IâŚâ
Finn handed him the cup, then caught Loganâs eye. âGuess Iâve got no more ground to stand on when I tell you not to lose your head?â
âI love you,â Logan said.
Finn pressed a hand over theirs, then reached for a cup.
âDrink this,â he said to Leo. He cracked the bananaâs peel. âYou like these kind of green, right?â
Leo just stared at him for a moment, then nodded.
Finn pressed it into his hand. âOkay. Eat is slow.â He passed that hand through Leoâs hair. âOkay?â
âIâm sorry he said that to you,â Leo said. He looked at Logan. âGod, to both of you, I canât believeâŚHe knows how much you mean to me.â
âDonât apologize for him,â Finn said, and that angry flush began to bloom over his cheeks again. âGod, I could justâŚâ He rubbed a hand over his face. âLe. Okay. Le.â
Finn sank down on the other side of the PT pallet. He put a hand on Leoâs thigh. âBaby, I donâtâItâs not just that I donât like the way your team talks to you anymore. I donât like the way they manage your health. I donât fucking like it. That, today? That was avoidable.â
Leo looked down, nodding. Loganâs anger flared up so fast that he had to squeeze Leoâs hand hard between his own. The fact that someone could put a look like that on Leoâs face made him want to kill. He couldnât understand how Finn hadnât hit Leoâs coach clean across the face. Logan wanted blood on his knuckles as badly as he wanted to curl up into Leoâs side.
âI want to sayâŚâ Finn glanced at Logan, who nodded quickly, heart in his throat, then back at Leo. âIâd have to train you two separately. And in different ways. ButâŚI would.â Finn took the empty banana peel and cup and set it down, then took Leoâs hands. âLe, Iâd love to be your coach.â Finn paused. âIf you want me.â
âOhâŚâ Leoâs voice was so faint.
Logan was nodding again, even though neither of them were looking at him.
âIâve been in your shoes as a player,â Finn said. âIâve leveled up Loâs game and he was already a master. And youâre brimming with talent and skill and theyâre fucking wasting it. I canââ
Leo reached out and put a palm to Finnâs cheek, stopping him. Slowly, his eyes filled with tears. âI fired them tonight.â
Finn straightened. âYou did?â
Leo nodded.
âOh. Thenâcan I beg instead?â Finn laughed a little, then quieted. He turned his face into Leoâs hand and kissed his palm. His eyes met Loganâs, and Logan felt, all over again, what it had been like for Finn to be his in this way for the first time. âPlease, Le.â
âPlease? Please?â Leo repeated, and Logan watched him trace Finnâs jaw. âIâveâŚalways wanted someone like you.â
Finn smiled and it made Logan smile. Love. Real love in this game.
âOkay, hey.â Another kiss to Leoâs palm, then his wrist. âHey, donât cry.â
âNo, no, Iâm just relieved.â Leoâs laugh tumbled out of him and he looked at Logan. âLo?â
âHe wanted this a long time ago,â Finn said. âYou should have seen him.â
Logan pulled a face, and Finn touched where his nose wrinkled up. âI donât know what you mean by that. Of course I want this.â
âOur living room has a new groove from his pacing,â Finn said. âLetâs leave it at that.â
Leo sniffed as he laughed again. âWhat? But okay.â
âOkay?â Finn looked hopeful still, which was funny because Logan was sure it had been a done deal long before today. Somehow, Leo always seemed to have been theirs. Not knowing him and that foreign, guarded dance in a ballroom, felt long, long ago.
Leo looked at Logan. âYou wonât feel strange? Sharing him?â
âIâm pretty sure weâre past that,â Logan said, raising his eyebrows. âAnd Iâm pretty sure he likes it. I know I like it.â
âI mean sharing him professionally.â Leo rolled his eyes and wiped at his cheek. âGod.â
âAre we talking about me like Iâm not here?â Finn cut in. âBecause thatâsâfine. But hey, hi.â
Logan reached out and put a hand on Finnâs cheek before moving it to Leoâs. âYes. I want you to have him as your coach, too. Itâs the best decision I ever made.â
âMan oh man,â Finn said. âBoys just want me for my skills.â
âProfessional decision.â
âI have a lot of skills,â Finn said. âIn a wide variety.â
âFinn,â Leo said.
Finn let out a ha and pulled on of Leoâs ankles into his lap, beginning to massage his calf. Leo groaned, but didnât pull away. âI am so excited. I am so excited, I love this fucking job.â
Leo had his brows knit as Finn dug his thumbs into his knotted muscle, but he huffed out a laugh. âAre you on the clock right now?â
âNo,â Finn said. He propped Leoâs foot on his shoulder and turned his head to bite gently at Leoâs ankle. âRelax your ankle for me.â Leo complied and Finn adjusted his grip to one Logan knew well. His ankle felt twenty times better because of that grip. Leo dropped his head back. Finn flit his eyes to Logan knowingly. âGood. Now come here for a second.â
Finn gently lowered Leoâs ankle back to the bed and took Leoâs hand so he could sit forward. He put one hand on Leoâs chest, right where his heart was. Logan counted the freckles on the back of it, then took the free hand Finn held out to him and counted those, too. Like stars, like the miles heâd run for both of them, he lost count.
âMy clock never starts or stops,â Finn said softly. The brown color of his eyes looked melted and beautiful in the dim light. âSame goes for Logan. I care about you. A game doesnât change that. A green court, a blue court, a clay court with white lines doesnât change that. Some people might say thatâs a bad thing but I donât care. There is no line for me. If anything, Iâm standing on the line so I can reach both sides whenever I want.â
Logan pulled his feet up and pressed himself into Leoâs side. âRouge.â
âReally,â Finn said, looking between them. âIâm not kidding. I used to think playing tennis was my dream, but thisâŚâ He smiled, shaking his head. âThis.â
âSame goes for you,â Leo said. âDo you hear me? Weâve got championships on the line, weâve got a shit load of money on the line.â Leo tilted his chin towards Logan. âThis oneâs gonna get buckets of attention and shit about his legacy.â
Logan rolled his eyes. âBut none of that compares to you. Dâaccord?â
Finn smiled at them. âSo weâre in agreement, then.â
Logan had toed the line for so long between the happiness of winning, adrenaline-soaked and nothing more, and the lonely emptiness of loss. When heâd gotten Finn, heâd saw the lines blur before his eyes and loved it so much that heâd wiped them clean with his own palms. Leo had redrawn them. Soft, and bold, and real, and theirs to cross.
âAs much as I enjoy sitting here with your hands on me,â Finn said. âI would like you to drink this water.â
âHere he goes,â Logan mumbled and Leo laughed.
âYou hungry?â Finn asked.
âYep,â Leo said.
âWhere do you want to go?â Finn put the next cup into his hands. âAnywhere you want. Drain that, evenââ
âThe dregs,â Leo and Logan said in unison.
âAnywhere?â Leo asked.
âOuais.â Logan messed with his gold chains, watching Leoâs throat move as he drank as Finn commanded.
âFor now, room service steak will do, but thenâŚâ
Finn raised his eyebrows, eager. âYeah?â
Leo set the cup down with a soft, almost sheepish grin. âThen letâs go home.â
(And that's a wrap on On The Line! I loved writing this story so very much. Thanks for reading and all of your wonderful messages!! I love talking about these three with you all <3 This is a trying time right now and I hope this brought a spark of joy...all the love <3 <3)
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Aqua Hoshigan Status: It's Officially Hoshinover
Chapters Until The Story Ends Without The 143 Kiss Being Addressed Or Acknowledged: 1
damn i guess they really did just kill his ass
I'm gonna be so real with you gamers, I kind of don't have a lot to say about this one either lol. Which I acknowledge sounds completely wild given the Everything that happens in it, but most of my meat and potatoes analysis in these reviews comes from breaking down characterization and we're flying through everything at such breakneck pace that we're barely getting any characterization.
It continues to drive me bugfuck insane that Ai is completely absent from this finale despite the importance of 15 Year Lie. Its imagery is plastered all over but whenever we return to it, we just see Aqua. Not only that, but Gotanda is the one who insists on pushing the movie through for Aqua. 15YL as a story about Ai's true self and her tragedy is now officially taking a backseat to being about Aqua's tragic death and legacy. It was already bad enough that we spent so much time in the Movie Arc not actually focusing on Ai to the extent that, as everyone pointed out, based on what we saw on-page it was basically a Sad Kamiki Movie, but this really is just pissing right in the wound at this point lmao.
The funeral scene also serves as the final nail in the coffin for any Secretly Alive Aqua copes, which is kind of a relief. I still don't like how Aqua's death played out, but I think dragging it out for four chapters then going "sorry you thought i was /srs when i was just /jk" would have been infinitely more insulting. I don't like this ending, but I can respect that Akasaka seems to be sticking to his guns on it, even if we still do have like a whole chapter left for him to whip around and go "I WAS /JK ALL ALONG!!!!" but I don't see it happening.
Anyway, yeah! The funeral! Uh. Is it gonna sound weird if I say I felt kind of like⌠grossed out reading this the first time? Like, I really don't know how else to explain the visceral "why the fuck is the author making me read this" reaction I had to it. I think it's just because Kana is so fucking distraught here and the drama is just so hammy and so over the top that it feels kind of⌠ech. I dunno. I just really didn't vibe.
It doesn't help that this is part of a much broader pattern in the back half of OnK of Aka getting us right up close into the gory details of a character's complete mental breakdown and suffering and then spend zero time or focus on their recovery. This happened with Ruby all over the Movie Arc and this many times and with this little runway to the end of the series, it just starts to feel exploitative, like a way to cheaply pull at our heartstrings without doing the work to build everyone back up after tearing them down.
also pre-emptively dreading all the fuel this is going to add to the fires of People Who Are Weird And Misogynistic About Kana but she could die saving innocent children from a burning building and people would find reasons to be shitty about her lmao
we really are not seeing ruby's reaction to finding out her brother was dead huh lol
I will say the one thing I didn't Actively Dislike about this chapter was Ruby, though. I was honestly starting to get pretty skeeved out with how many people were gleefully predicting or actively wishing for her immediate suicide purely for ship motivated reasons and I was also worrying that the story was going to pretend that Ruby doesn't like. Have a life and support system outside of Aqua. Yes, she should absolutely be affected by his death but this period of her shutting down only to drag herself back onto her feet that we seem to be getting feels way more in line with pre-Movie Arc flanderization Ruby and I'll take that W where I can get it.
god. I haven't even talked about Kamiki's supposed serial killer cult. I just don't have the strength. Like⌠that's self-evidently stupid, right? I don't need to explain to you why that's ridiculous and unbelievable? You don't need me to tell you why it's fucking crazy that we're getting this information about the alleged overarching antagonist of the series not only in the second-to-last chapter of the entire series but after he was already dead, right? We can just move on? Ok good. jesus christ.
FINAL CHAPTER NEXT WEEKâŚ
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||INHERITANCE ONE|| t.i.
CHAPTER SPECIFIC CONTENT :: SMUT, ino x reader centric, FWB!ino, granny trying to set us up with âfine young menâ, ino is kinda a perv
âmiss, itâs not that i donât enjoy conversing with you but, why did you call this meeting.â
two men in suits and a little old lady sit in a study. the woman sat at the head, shakily enjoying some tea as the two men watched her. the blonde was the first to speak, the brunette still pulling out supplies from his briefcase.
ânanami, relax a little. a young man like you shouldnât be so uptight.â
her statement made the brunette chuckle a bit as he finally closed his briefcase. nanamiâs face remained stoic, his right eyebrow twitched lightly. the old woman laughed before letting out a long sigh to continue the matter at hand.
âas you guys know, iâm getting old and i donât want to stay in this big house anymore.â
âyou want to sell?â nanami asks, getting ready to pull out financial papers. the old lady holds her hand up to stop him from rummaging through his files.
âno. hiromi, i want to write my will. iâm giving everything to my granddaughter.â
âeverything? money, land, properties, even business ownership?â hiromi asks, clicking his pen and scribbling notes on a legal pad.
âmhm, all of it. iâll call her and we can arrange a meeting for all the legal signatures; i just wanted to make you guys aware of my plans.â
hiromi continued to scribble on his pad, nanami ended up pulling out his laptop and started typing away.
âwhere would you go, miss?â
âiâm old and lonely, i want to go to a retirement home.â
nanami gave her a soft smile. âwell, iâm sure youâll pick the best one.â
âif you donât mind me asking, why is this the first time weâre hearing of this granddaughter?â hiromi asks, eyes lifting from his paper.
âah, well, sheâs been through a lot and lives in the city. doesnât get to visit often.â she says, a small smile appearing on her face as thoughts of you are appearing in her mind.
âoh you guys would love her, so beautiful and kind. reminds me of how i was at her age. she just wonât settle down, you know how you young people are. too focused on your careers to stop and smell the roses. i might have to set her up with one of you.â
the old woman sent the two men a smirk; nanami loudly cleared his throat while hiromi just let out another chuckle.
âiâm sure sheâs lovely, weâll be looking forward to seeing her at our next meeting.â
the two men stood up and went to either side of the woman, helping her up out of the chair. she led them to the front door, saying their goodbyes. she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts before clicking your name.
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ââŚand he didnât even say th-thank you.â you pant, arching your back even further as you recount the hellish day youâve had. the man underneath you hummed in acknowledgment, reaching up to play with your tit and give it a gentle squeeze.
you bite your lip, eyes rolling back as you continue to bounce in his cock. his other hand rests on the small of your back, firmly rubbing up and down and giving your ass a nice squeeze every so often.
âyeah? what else happened today?â ino asked, tone sweet as honey while absentmindedly rolling your nipple between his pointer and thumb. he looks at you like an adoring puppy as he watched your fucked out face contorting into various expressions of pleasure. his thick cock was hitting just the right spot, causing your legs to tremble every time you rise and fall.
âa-and then the printer broke.â the knot in your stomach gets tighter, making you squeeze your eyes shut and lean forward and rest your forehead on his. The sensation immediately making you forget why you were upset. you sit all the way down, his cock nuzzled all the way deep inside you as you gently grind.
âfuuuck, ino.â you moan. he lets out a low chuckle as he angles his head to kiss along your neck and down to your shoulder.
âyou need some help, pretty?â ino asks, his other hand finally trailing down your back to rest on your asscheek. you can only moan in response as both his hands spread you open further and he gently lifts you halfway off his cock before slamming you back down.
his continuous jabs on your sweet spot make you dizzy as waves of pleasure rush through your body. his muscles flex while he bounces you up and down on his dick. the sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixed with your whines and his pants.
âthatâs it, fuck, there you go.â ino grunts, hips stuttering a bit once he feels the sting of your nails gripping his bare shoulders. the slight pain sends shivers down his spine, his breath going ragged.
âyes! please, please, please, plââ you practically chant before cutting yourself off with a high pitched moan, finally being pushed over the edge.
your pussy has a death grip on his cock as he slows down, letting you ride out your high. ino looks up at your worn out face, skin basically glistening from sweat, and moves one of his hands to the back of your head to pull you in for a gentle kiss.
all movements come to a slow stop, the both of you catching your breaths.
âwhere do you want it, sweets?â ino whispers, slowly pulling his hard dick out of your pussy. you let out a quiet whine at the empty feeling.
âwherever you want.â
he nods and leans in for another kiss before adjusting your positions. he gently lays you on your back as he hovers over you, knees on either side of your hips. he stares at you with hooded eyes, sitting on his heels and slowly stroking his cock.
âf-fuck, youâre so pretty yaâknow?â he rambles as his hand continues to pump himself. still tired and barely recovering from an orgasm, all you can do is hum in response.
with every flick of his wrist, his grip tightens more as he reaches the tip. he bucks his hips as he takes some time to rub his thumb on his slit.
âo-oh shit. push them together for me, please.â he moans out, strokes going faster as he gets closer.
you raise your hands to your chest, pushing your tits together per his request. you look up at him with hooded eyes and the sight makes his dick twitch.
âyou got this, câmon, cum for me.â you coo at him, voice a little raspy from your moans.
âfuck, yes. iâm cumming, iâm cuâah!â
his hot white seed shoots onto your tits as he continues to milk himself dry. he slowly comes to a stop, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. this time, heâs the one to lean down and press his forehead against yours.
he cups your cheek with one hand while his other hand travels to your breasts. he gathers his cum with his fingers and brings them up to your lips. opening your mouth at his silent request, he rests his cum covered fingers inside your mouth. you hum and suck around his fingers before he removes them to capture your lips with his own once more.
you both moan into the kiss, the taste of himself on your lips causing ino to shudder a bit.
a nice shower and some takeout later, the two of you sit on your couch, binging some trashy reality tv show. inoâs really into it, making you giggle at his exaggerated reactions after some particularly juicy drama happens.
âand thatâs how you know he is trashy because why--â inoâs rant was interrupted by your loud ringtone.
âhello? hi granny, is everything okay?â
âhi sweetpea, everything is fine.â
âoh okay, whatâs up?â
âi wanted to ask if you could visit sometime, i have some awfully great news.â
âa visit could fit into my schedule, what was the news?â
âiâm giving everything to you.â
ây-youâre what?â
âiâll discuss more with you once you get here, please do so soon.â
before you could ask another question she hung up. you let out a shaky exhale, slowly turning to ino who had been staring at you the whole conversation.
âwhat happened?â
âiâŚi have to go to my grandmotherâs place.â you mumbled, eyebrows slightly furrowed. you quickly stand to make your way to the room, puling out a suitcase once you make it to your closet.
âis she okay?â he asks, standing up to follow you.
âyeah, itâs just that she said sheâs giving me everything.â
your back is to him as you throw clothes into the suitcase. ino stands at the door, watching u with confusion in his eyes.
âwhen are you leaving? are you going to come back?â he asks, walking further into the room and sitting on the edge of your bed.
you pause for a bit, cursing under your breath. this is too much all at once, you were barely able to process what she said before she hung up. you turn to ino, dropping some clothes into the suitcase.
âiâm going there this weekend to see whatâs up. iâm not sure when iâll be back, donât wait for me.â
inoâs brows furrowed, âwhat do you mean donât wait?â
âiâm not sure what my granny has planned, but i donât wanna keep you hanging if i end up staying. you should find someone else to see.â
âare you sure, because i caââ you interrupt him with a hand in his face, sitting next to him on the edge.
âiâm sure thereâs tons of other women just waiting to get piped by you, donât let them wait because of me.â you say, jokingly elbowing him. he let out a chuckle.
âokay, well if you need anything you have my number. iâm serious.â
you nod while laughing. âdo you mind helping me pack?â ino nodded and shot straight up.
âonly if i get to keep a pair of your panties, you know, for memories.â
you playfully roll your eyes as you stood up. âsure, whatever, you freak.â
a/n :: this is for THE ino fan ever, @inciseleviathan , i hoped yall enjoy. iâm trying to get more consistent with posts i swear. this series kinda means the world to me so please treat her nicely đŠno smut in the next chapter but weâll meet more characters.
#dee.inheritance#dee.fics#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jjk fic#ino takuma#takuma ino#takuma ino x reader#ino takuma x reader#ino takuma smut#takuma ino smut#takuma ino x you#ino takuma x you
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marry me â sam winchester.
pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader
summary: you woke up and decided that you should marry sam as soon as you could.
cw: just fluff, very clichĂŠ, no use of s/n, established relationship, brief mention of canon-typical violence, thoughts about marriage, hugs, kisses, use of nicknames by sam and reader (honey, darling, baby, my love), small appearance by dean, poorly edited.
a/n: okay, this was VERY short, i'm still learning how to write this kind of stuff, i'm not very creative, but i needed to write this to take a weight off my shoulders, i loved so much this shit with sammy ;(( sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!! enjoy ;)
(ps: im reposting this because i moved blogs!!)
â send me an request!! <3
It was a day like any other after a long hunt. You woke up, Sam was sleeping peacefully next to you in the shared room. You looked at the time on the clock; it was 7am.
Sam was half hugging you, one of his big arms under your back, another hand on your waist, one of his legs folded between yours, the sunlight coming through the gaps in the curtain, illuminating his face in such an incredible way, and you could see a small smile on his face, he really was at peace. You loved it when he slept so well like that, no nightmares, no worries transmitted on his face, just the peace of a good night's sleep.
You thought a lot about it, about how much you wanted to wake up every day with Sam by your side, like, have a life with him, maybe even retire from hunting, get married, a house further away from the city, or even live in the bunker, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be with him until the end of your lives, be his forever, and have him for yourself too.
Sam started to wake up, a big smile on his face when he saw you there beside him. "Good morning, honey." he said in that sleepy voice. "Marry me." You said simply, admiring your boyfriend's beauty, having barely woken up.
"What did you say, darling?" He turned to the side, propping himself up on his elbow to look into your eyes. "I said marry me, my love." You smiled what was probably the biggest smile of your entire life, then leaned in and kissed Sam on the nose.
"Wait," he sat down on the bed, and you followed his action, sitting in front of him. "What's wrong?" You saw how the expression on his face changed, something like surprise, with a hint of confusion. "Are you serious, baby?" He said, taking your hands and looking deep into your soul, he really wanted to know that.
"I've never said anything so serious in my life, Samuel," you replied, clasping your hands around his.
"Oh, of course I want to marry you, in fact, just wait here." He let go of her hands and turned to get out of bed, and went towards the dresser in the room, opened one of the drawers, and from the bottom, took out a red velvet box. "I've been planning this for a while, I wanted to wait until we had a day off and I could take you out to dinner and do it in a more romantic way."
He knelt in front of the bed, opened the little box, and reached out to take yours, you sat on the edge of the bed, almost crying and held his hand. "Do you want to marry me too?" He smiled big, and you simply started to cry. "Oh my god, yes yes, please, yes."
"I should be the one asking you please, you are the most important person in my life, and I would do anything to protect you from all this shit we keep fighting, just to have you for myself forever, my love." He took off the ring and put it on your finger, kissing your hand. He stood up and hugged you, wiping your tears.
"Oh, I love you so much." You said, and began to shower his face with kisses.
"What's that noise here? Who's crying?" Dean appeared at the door, wearing his robe with a cup of coffee in one hand.
"I did it, Dean." Sam said looking at his brother, he held his wrist and pointed his hand so Dean could see the ring.
"Uh, finally, Sammy, I'm so happy for you." He said with a smile that quickly faded. "But can you stop making so much noise? It's only 7am, thanks." Then he turned and closed the door.
"Typical Dean," you said, laughing.
#sam winchester supernatural#supernatural#spn#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader fluff#sam winchester x you#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural x reader#supernatural fic#supernatural x you#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x platonic!reader#supernatural drabble#sage write!!
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The End of the World
Teen || Ghost x Soap || 1.5k
Read it on AO3
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cw: nuclear warfare, angst, major character death
The 141 had failed.
Really, the whole world had failed, but it was hard not to shoulder the blame as a personal burden. Mutually Assured Destruction, Price had called it, and Soap hadn't realized just how apt the name was until he'd seen it for himself.
World War 3, some called it, but most called it how they saw it: the end of the world.
There wasn't a country on earth left unaffected. Bomb shelters hadn't saved even the billionaires, and everyone below them hadn't stood a chance. Ground troops weren't needed for nuclear war, so the 141 had been disbanded pretty quickly after launch codes started being thrown around. Price and Laswell had done what they could, had started to take matters into their own hands, but there were only so many assassinations they could pull off in the short time they had before the aforementioned end of the fucking world, and once bombs had started flying, killing the top dogs was rendered next to useless.
So Price had cut them loose, told them to go spend their last moments with family instead of dying in some military barrack. It had been a gut wrenching moment. Soap had hugged Price and Gaz in turn and hadn't ever wanted to let go of either of them. But he had to; Price and Nik were fucking off to wherever they planned to spend the rest of their days, and Gaz had enough living relatives that he actually liked to make going home worth it.
That left Soap and Ghost.
Which was fine by them, really. It had always been the two of them; sergeant and lieutenant, Soap and Ghost, Johnny and Simon. It seemed fitting that it would be the two of them at the end of it all, too.
They were sitting on a grassy hill somewhere in Scotland, partially because it was where Johnnyâs car had run out of gas and partially because it afforded them a truly excellent view of the entirety of England burning on the horizon. Johnny sat in between Simonâs legs, his back pressed to Simonâs chest, and his arms resting atop Simonâs where they were wrapped around his torso. He could feel each of Simonâs slow, measured breaths against his back and cheek, their faces next to each other as they both stared into the distance.
It was oddly quiet, the calm before the storm, peaceful despite the impending danger. Birds sang in the trees above them even as Johnny felt heat from the blast on his face. They didnât have long before the bombs got close enough to catch them in the radius of nuclear fallout; an hour, maybe, probably less.
âI didnât want it to end like this,â Simon murmured, soft against the shell of Johnnyâs ear.
âWe did everything we could, love,â Johnny replied, turning sideways in Simonâs hold to be able to press a kiss to the bare skin of his cheek. He wasnât sure if he was trying to convince SImon or himself, but it was fairly moot either way. In an hour, it wouldnât matter if theyâd done their best or not; theyâd still be dead. Simon hummed in response, as unconvinced as Johnny was. Johnny twisted back to his original position, secure in SImonâs arms, eyes on the horizon.
It was beautiful, in a way. The pyromaniac in him could appreciate the bright flashes of reds and yellows and the Scotsman in him could appreciate the sight of England burning. But he knew better than to let his personal prejudice, joking or not, cloud his empathy towards millions of lives going up, quite literally, in flames. The sheer world wide devastation was sobering. Haunting. Terrifying.
âSimon,â he said softly, after a long moment of silence. âIâm scared.â
âI know,â Simon said, just as softly. âI am, too.â
The admission was a far cry from where theyâd started, all those years ago. The Simon that Johnny had first met, shrouded in bone and eyeblack, would never had admitted so easily to fear. The Johnny that Simon had first met probably wouldnât have, either. But theyâd spent almost a decade tearing down and rebuilding their walls, firmly ensconcing each other within the protective boundaries of their hearts. There was nothing that they couldnât reveal to each other now.
âI wouldâve married you, Johnny,â Simon whispered. âIf theyâd have let me.â
âYeah?â Johnny asked, his heart and breath jumping in his throat. Marriage, for them, had always been an impossibility and theyâd both known it. Even without laws restricting gay men in service, their relationship was a clear breach of fraternization rules. Price had turned a blind eye to it, but making it official in the eyes of the government was a far-fetched dream.
âIn a heartbeat,â Simon hummed in confirmation. âSmall ceremony, just the 141 and whichever friends werenât getting shot at for long enough to come. Always imagined you walkinâ down the aisle in a kilt, Price givinâ you away. But if you wanted it the other way around, Iâdâve walked down the aisle for you. âS long as it ended with us both at the altar.â
âSimon,â Johnny breathed, turning to stare at his profile, silhouetted by brilliant, glowing red.
âWouldâve had fireworks for our send off,â Simon continued, tilting his head to meet Johnnyâs gaze with a small, sad smile. âKnow how much you love âem.â He looked back to the horizon, to his home country burning to the ground. âI guess this is as close as weâll ever get to that.â
And then Johnny was crying. Silent tears at first, burning the edges of his eyes like lit gunpowder, and then great, heaving sobs that shook his entire frame. The depth of his want was an ache in his chest, a gaping maw that threatened to cave his ribs in, to sink his breastbone until it hit his spine, nothing but sheer, desperate yearning left in its wake. It was childish, he knew, to cry over something as trivial as an impossible ceremony when heâd spent years by his loveâs side, but it wasnât just that, not really. It was the unfairness of it all. The greed, the ambition, the ignorance that had gotten them here, to this awful, hopeless moment.
âItâs not fair,â he sobbed, burying his face in Simonâs chest, his hands clutching desperately at the soft shirt stretched across his broad back like a lifeline, like the crumpled fabric in his fists was the only thing tethering him to reality.
âItâs not,â Simon murmured, his lips pressed into his hair, and Johnny could hear the tears in his voice, the hitch in his breath. âItâs not fucking fair, love.â
There was no comfort in the words, only helpless commiseration. The only comfort lay in the heat of Simonâs thighs bracketing his, the tears he could feel dripping from Simonâs chin onto the shaved portions of his head, the stuttered sweep of Simonâs hand down his back.
When his sobs leveled out, smoothing into soft breathing again, his tears were dried by the impending heat. The explosions were closer now, close enough to shake the ground beneath them, but neither of them moved. There was no escaping. Johnny felt wrung out as he leaned his weight on Simon, leaning into the comforting heat of him instead of the familiar heat of destruction. He hadnât wanted it to end like this, either. Heâd wanted that wedding, retirement with the love of his life, a secluded cottage with a cat or two, lazy nights and even lazier mornings. Heâd wanted to spend the rest of his life with Simon, but not like this. Never like this.
It was better than nothing, though.
âIâm glad that itâs us,â he said, voice roughened by tears and the dust kicked up from the approaching devastation. âI didnât want it to end this way, but Iâm glad that weâre together.â
The next explosion was close enough to ruffle their clothes in the shockwave and Simon tilted Johnnyâs head up, his thumb lightly stroking the scar there with an impossibly soft look in his eyes. Johnny wanted to live in his eyes, wanted to drown in that softness. Heâd never tire of Simonâs eyes and the depths they held.
âItâll always be us, Johnny,â Simon said. âWhere you go, I go. Iâve got your six.â
The birdsong had stopped, Johnny vaguely registered, but it was the least of his concerns as Simon pulled him closer, their lips connecting in a gentle brush. There was no rush, no thrumming impatience, no underlying need to take more. Just the two of them, tangled together so tightly that neither knew where one ended and the other began, their endless love expressed in the simple press of skin and lips.
Centuries later, when their bones were found, skeletons curled together like puzzle pieces, locked in an immortal embrace, the only thing that was known about them was that they loved each other, deeply, infinitely, right up until the end.
#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#major character death#mcd#angst
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SFW Alphabet|| Lara Croft
Kiss kiss anon, hereâs what you requested đŤśđž
No warnings, I donât think. Just low key Dorky!Lara. Might make that my brand.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
On a scale from 1-10, Laraâs a solid 9.5; the only reason why sheâs not a 10 is because sheâs away a lot. Iâve decided that physical touch is one of her love languages as well, love touching/being touched by you. Especially kissing. She would even playfully pout at you if you deny her of your touch.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Lara met you through Sam. You were a friend of Sam, meeting through university and got back in contact when you moved back to England. At first, you thought Lara didnât like you you just made her super nervous. Eventually, Lara became a good friend to you as well, especially when Sam cut contact with Lara. The friendshipâŚthen the relationship grew from there.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cuddling is Laraâs favorite activity with you. She loves laying on top of you, completely covering your body like a blanket as you play with her hair. Itâs often that Lara would nap while you did that. As for the big spoon/little spoon, Laraâs mostly the big spoon, loving the feeling of your body pressed against her.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Lara grew up with maids and chefs but spent enough time annoying around them where she picked up some tips. However, she enjoys your cooking more, claiming that your cooking is much better. Sheâs British yâall, give her a break.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
For kicks and gigs, letâs just say that Lara would want to break up with you. Laraâs mature, she would give you reasons on why she feels a certain way and for how long. She would want only space at first, just to see if her feelings would mellow out during that time period.
But if things donât change, she would let you know that itâs not your fault; sheâs the one that feels that way. And she would not want to stay in contact afterwards, knowing neither would heal if thatâs the case.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
As soon as that âgirlfriendâ title was placed, Lara would be all about you. And after a year of being together, she could see you being in her life forever. But she probably wouldnât propose then and there, just give her time to plan it first. Unless you somehow throw off her plans by proposing first, she would just give you the ring after you had your moment.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Youâre like a flower to Lara. Beautiful and fragile, and she treats you as such. The way she cares for you is unlike anything youâve imagined. She would never let you take on more than needed, more than willing to take on the load if youâre feeling too stressed over work.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
For the plot, just pretend that youâre short. Laraâs like 5â8â, just vibe.
Lara loves giving you hugs; resting her chin on top of your head, smelling your perfume, it brings her peace. Her hugs are warm, feeling her strong arms around you would make you feel safe. She gives you hugs around the same amount as her kisses..
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Lara almost said that shit on the first date. But she somehow held herself back, not wanting to scare you off. It surprised her that you were the first one to say it, after six months of dating. And ever since, Lara will always say it to you at least twice a day.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
We saw a jealous Lara. She would try to let you handle it. She trusts you with everything in herâŚjust not other people. So, when she sees them being pushy and not respecting you, Lara would have to step in.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Laraâs kisses are soft, tender, almost as if sheâs afraid youâd break if sheâs too rough. And she lingers, like she wants you to remember how she feels even when sheâs not there. Her favorite place to kiss you are your lips, obviously. Another common place to kiss you is your knuckles, sheâs just in love with you like that.
As for her, Lara would never turn down a kiss from you, no matter where you decide to place it. However, the bridge/tip of her nose makes her giggle. Iâd call that her second favorite type kiss.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Lara likes children but not enough to the point to want one of her own. Sheâs comfortable with just the two of you, maybe an animal or two as well. However, maybe more down the line, you would gain her attention if you mentioned having a child with her.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Those mornings where you both have nothing to do are Laraâs favorites. Sheâll get to bask in the morning sun and in the attention you give her. Lara would try to keep you in bed for as long as she could until you pulled her out to get the day started.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Lara are tranquil. If you were apart for most of the day, she would lay with you, just to hear you talk; good, bad it wouldnât matter to her, you would still have her full attention. Alternatively, if you spent the day together, there would be an hour where Lara would catch up with her own work or even read. It was her winding down time.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Lara would be shy during the first few meet upâs, so sheâs unnaturally quiet. But over time, she would quickly warm up and reveal a few things about her. Just about anything would be on the table for her to talk about.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Lara is a very patient person, especially when it comes to you. Itâs even rare for her to raise her voice around you. However, for those times that sheâs running thin, she wouldnât hesitate to ask you for a bit of space just to calm herself down.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
One thing we canât do is deny how smart Lara is. She would remember something you mentioned once. One your first date. YEARS ago. Lara would have to remind you about a few things you said.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Laraâs favorite memory is when you agreed to be her girlfriend. It was your third date, when Lara finally understood that she didnât need to be extravagant in order to impress you. She showed up at your apartment with a small gift and a bouquet, the question on the tip of her tongue but she hesitated; she wasnât sure if her feelings were one sided and you only saw her as a good friend. Lara you fuck ass lesbian.
But that hesitation immediately washed away when you kissed her mid movie after sensing her nervousness.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Like I said in one of my first headcannons, Lara would teach you how to use a gun, and it would not be up for debate. Trinity might be gone but that doesnât mean sheâs free of enemies and she would be damned if they got to you. She would tell you about the weapons hidden around the manor just in case as well.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Lara puts effort with everything in her. She would always manage to bring you a small trinket from another country, to the point where you have an entire bookshelf filled with them. For your very first date, she rented out a museum and tried to impress you with her knowledge on a few topics. She nerded out a few times but she succeeded. And not to mention the time she took you to Hawaiâi for your one year.
Moral of the story, Lara would go above and beyond for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Lara gets in her head a lot and forgets to do a lot of human necessities. When sheâs locked up in her office, Lara would get obsessed over her next clue, the code she would have to crack and would accidentally ignore you. She would give you short responses or even politely decline your offers for food. Lara would feel bad about later, when she noticed you stopped coming in and would timidly apologize later that night.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
HonestlyâŚI donât see Lara being that vain. Every other week, baby girl is covered in dirt, blood, mud and new scars. Yeah, of course she does her best but she dosenât see the point in most days especially if she has to leave soon.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Lara wasnât complete until she met you. She was going through the motions, life was a routine. Then you got added. You made her life more exciting, she couldnât wait to be around you. You added something Lara didnât know she was missing.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
No Edward Cullen type shit, but Lara loves to watch you sleep. When she wakes up before your alarm goes off, she likes to soak in those few extra minutes of your peaceful face. She would try to coax you awake with soft kisses to make your morning.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
Lara doesnât like people that are unnecessarily mean. Therefore, if your way of flirting with people is by being mean, you have no chance. Sorry, mean fems. You have a better chance with Claire than Lara.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
One thing for sure is that Lara is a heavy sleeper. When sheâs out in the wild, sheâs alert, waking up at every little noise so she gets little to no sleep. But at home, when sheâs safe and with you? Not only will Lara sleep like a log, but be prepared to hear grown man snores coming from her after being away.
Another thing that Lara would do is keep you captive on the bed. Because, until she wakes up, Lara would not move off of you. Even if you try to move her arm from around you, she would whine and move closer to you. Luckily, Lara is an early riser.
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