#(i only finished season one so maybe it stops being good in season two but i am so hopeful it does not)
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âLong Rambling Incoming â
Disclaimer: Before this expansion I was by no means a regular player. Sometime I would have burst of playtime where I would jump on every week, other I would lose track of time and wouldn't touch it for months. I have also played this game since 2016. So ain't no New Light.
Might be the minority here but ...
I Hate how Episode: Revenant's story is being delivered.
So much time passes between Acts that I forget what happen during the first one, but somehow because it dropped all in the first day it also feels like things are progressing too fast.
It feels like, when it comes to story interactions, we capture Eramis and released her all in the same week instead of her being our custody for months.
The other episodes/seasons felt like our Guardian was active in the operations that the NPCs were doing, while this one it just feels like we're, ironically, just fetching things for NPCs.
Like we're waiting on our ship twiddling our thumbs until called on.
The "Fieldwork" also does not help in filling the story or the time. They are so short and easy that they become forgettable. Also does not help the audio was missing the first couple of weeks.
Onslaught also didn't do much for the story. I don't really feel like I'm saving Eliskni and the disjointed audio didn't help.
I get some players felt like they HAD to come back every week or wasn't patient enough to wait a week but this ain't it.
Best solution maybe ...
If this was a TV series with (15) 1-hour episodes, per season, give players the first (5) 1-hour episodes INSTEAD of (1) 1-hour long episode and (4) 10-minute long minisodes.
Players still get to finish whenever they want but it also has a good play time.
I shouldn't be finish with this Act in only 2 hours THEN have to wait 76 DAYS for more story.
AND most of that 2-hour run time was not even story. It is me going into the episode activity and then getting more dialogue afterwards.
And again, I believe I touch on this in previous post.
IT WAS NOT MANDATORY TO PLAY THE WEEKLY STORY MISSIONS.
You could have just as easily played everything else in Destiny 2 then jumped on the last week of the season, and played through the season story.
You didn't even have to do the story to get the season activities unlocked. AND they stopped locking previous season things after the new one began so realistically you could have completed them all before the next expansion.
No one has explain to me a good answer on WHY weekly missions were so hard for players and "I didn't want to have to jump on every week" or "I don't want a weekly story mission" is not a good answer when the options above were available.
Destiny 2 need something because there's a triangle of players, Casuals, No Lifers and Content creators, and when it good for two points it sucks for the last one.
Casuals are going to have to learn that they are going to miss out on things just because they don't play enough.
No lifers are going to have to learn that they're going to run out things to do because they do it all in a the first week or couple weeks.
Content Creators are going to have to learn to be entertaining without the game feeding constant steam of content or something now being easy because they made a boss melting build
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This post is already too long, so Destiny rambling part 2?
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And YOU will feel healed of the last 15
... when you read this fic. That is, as long as you suffered from an abandonement wound like i did.
Ello lovelies, i have another wonderful fanfic-rec for you! đ¤
But you are an ocean by @ineffably-good
Coverart by @ineffableclassics
What it is about:
After Aziraphale's defection, Crowley tries to figure out how to live life for himself.
Notes:
Ok so, the end of season two broke me. Figured I was maybe done writing stories about these two after that. And yet, several hours later, a sentence appeared in my head, and then this happened. Guessing at chapter totals⌠I'm finding I like the idea of Crowley going off in a different direction than what I'd initially expect. Not just raging, not sleeping for a century, but actually trying to move on. And why the hell shouldn't he just move to the South Downs by himself? So here we are.
What i like about it:
đŠˇThis fic doesn´t jump in on pushing the story - their story - forward. Instead it goes a totally different path. A quite big part of it is dedicated to Crowley mending the pieces of his broken heart. It´s endearing, it´s breathtaking and it will have you cry. Not only for Crowley but for every single person who ever had to endure heartbreak.
đŠˇFun fact no.1: in real life I am a relationship-coach specialised in toxic relationships and heartbreak. And the way Crowley´s heartbreak is described couldn´t be any more accurate. Every thought, every pain, every action he takes, the strength it costs him, the weight of it all - its written absolutely to the point. I could have copied several pages for the "most beloved quote".
đŠˇSo Crowley tries to build a life for himself. Not just living without the angel and rotting in a pit, but really trying to carve out a nice little existence for himself. He is doing his work, he is healing and you can follow along with him, as he learns to build at least new "friendships" - though he would never call it that himself, thanks a lot.
đŠˇThis healing-journey takes quite some time and somewhere in the middle of it i started to think - he could do it. He COULD heal his hurt, mourn the loss and still somehow at least live a life on his own. Maybe feeling the missing part of himself for the rest of his existence, but not being miserable about it the whole time. And that is a thought - a wish - i would have for my dark angel.
I could see him living that life and at one point i almost thought - i would love to see how that would´ve played out for him. A life without Aziraphale. What connections would Crowley have made? How would he have coped with the loss of those humanly connections lifespan after lifespan? Would he have relocated each century? Would he have moved to Australia and learned surfing at one time? Would he have become a timelord and travelled - i mean seriously, Crowley could do that probably?
But you, my dear, are an ocean.
And oceans are ancient
And can survive everything,
Even the wrath of weather and planets.
-- Nikita Gill
SPOILERS AHEAD - if you don´t want to know the plot, stop reading here.
Stop reading if you dont want spoilers!
Ok - you´ve been warned! Here we go: đ¤
đŠˇFun fact no.2: I actually downloaded this fic some time ago but had another fic in mind i wanted to start next. So after i finished the last one (also really brilliant, i wrote a rec on it too), i started my e-reader the next day, THIS fic was already open instead on page 1. Huh?
I have absolutely no idea how this is possible, but i DO believe in hints-of-the-universe. Or little demonic miracles on their own. Because i needed this fic.
đŠˇBecause of course - this is a Good Omens fanfic and eventually the other angel arrives. And without giving away to much: Aziraphale has to fight for Crowley. A long long time. He has to be steadfast and consistent and earn the trust of his has-been-companion-for-millenia. Nothing is a given any more.
And i am NOT saying that this is what Aziraphale needs to do or that he was wrong in any way. (The fic doesnt say that either by the way.) But what cracked ME personally about the last 15 was my own abandonement-wound which got triggered massively. I felt retraumatised even.
So reading and feeling that Crowley does not jump on the next best possibility to be back with the angel was a big thing. Having the Angel slowly earning his trust and simply showing up again and again - I needed that. I needed Crowley to take his time, not be the sick lovefool he is often proclaimed to be. For him to have doubts, to feel conflicted, to feel love and the need to self-preserve at the same time.
All these ambiguities we all have. And to take the steps with him. Watch the turning point, when the fear of losing Aziraphale again becomes less and less and the fear of wasting time gets stronger. Taking one step at a time, sometimes even backwards. All those things, typical for a healing process, which is never straight forward but most of the time a rollercoaster instead. I loved this. I needed this. I could sit back, breathe and watch my own heart grow. Just. Wow.
Most beloved quote:
So if you feel like maybe you need a fic in which Aziraphale really shows up and cares while Crowley really takes his time to learn to trust again... And not because one of them has been an idiot, but to experience them both learning and growing together ... and that might be something for your own healing journey, this might be just THE fic for you. I absolutely loved it and so will you.
Reading is therapy! đ¤
#good omens#good omens fanfiction#ineffable husbands#good omens fanfic rec#fanfic#fanfic review#fanfic rec#fic rec#good omens fiction#crowley#aziraphale#healing journey#healing#abandoment issues#therapy
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I will never be over Valerie's backstory.
It's not a "she's popular and bullies a less popular person" thing. It's not an "I'm going to hunt ghosts because they ruined my make-up one time" thing. It's a "this ghost ruined my life and now I have to fight for everything I want and I want him to be held accountable, no matter the cost"
They gave her such a compelling reason to be a ghost hunter! Obviously, we still root for Danny because he's trying his best, but it's refreshing to have a major antagonist who could have been just another mean girl be someone with real complexity, especially for a children's show
#danny phantom#valerie gray#and their dynamic changes? sometimes they work together like in the flour sack episode. sometimes they're purely rivals#anyways rant over i just think they have a fun dynamic that i did not expect to be so solidly written#(i only finished season one so maybe it stops being good in season two but i am so hopeful it does not)#seriously tho in the world of âthis character is mean because there has to be a mean girl antagonistâ she gets a BACKSTORY she's a CHARACTE#not just a flat archetype which would have been very easy to do#okay this time rant actually over
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my girl- (o.piastri no.81)
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summary: fans made an edit of oscar and you being in love since your prema days.
pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! driver! reader (no.28)
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Oscar Piastri being in love with Y/n Y/l/n for 15 minutes straight, and vice versa (F2 -> F1)
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Clip 1: Prema videoÂ
Bahrain Airport, F2 season beginning, March.Â
âAnd here we have the 3 year reigning champion of the Indycar Junior series, making her F2 pivot, Y/n Y/l/n!â Rob cheered as he woke you from your nap on the plane.Â
âShut up,â you groaned, pushing the camera away with a chuckle. âI'm tired, leave me be.â
âThe plane is landing, idiot!â
âHush!â you laughed. âThat means ages until we get off, get your camera away Rob!â
Rob and you had gotten the same flight from London, and youâd become fast friends. He was eccentric and overtop, but a good laugh. You were sure you looked crazy. 6 hour flights do that to a person. You and Rob chatted to the camera about the weekend, and you introduced yourself to the Prema fans. Not many people gave a shit about Indycar, and even less cared about Indycar junior.Â
As you disembarked the plane and got through security, people stopped you and Rob for photos and whatnot, then you finally got out of the airport. Angelina was standing there with a camera and a big âwelcomeâ sign, and another two very tired teenage boys beside her.Â
âY/n!â she cheered, pulling you both into a hug. âRob!âÂ
Little did you know, Robâs camera was pointed at Oscar, who turned to Fred with a shocked expression and whispered: âSheâs gorgeous.âÂ
Beside him, Fred chuckled. âGo for her.â
âNo way I have any chance with her, I-â
âI can hear you, yâknow?â you cut in, coming over to introduce yourself.Â
He went redder than a tomato, and you all just laughed.Â
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Clip 2: Sky Sports channel
Bahrain International Circuit, 27th of MarchÂ
âAnd itâs No. 28 who sees the chequered flag first, the rookie, and the only girl on the grid, Y/n Y/l/n! Pole position in her first race!âÂ
âThatâs P1 Y/n, congratulations,â your race engineer, Pedro, beamed as you crossed the finish line.Â
âMotherfuck Guanyu is fast mate, we need to watch out for him- oh, and the other Alpine boy that was trying to flirt with me, whatâs his name?â you answered. The Prema garage was full of laughter as you outed Oscar.Â
âOscar Piastri? No.2,â Pedro chuckled. âHe failed to flirt with you?â
âWell, bless him, he tried to,â you chuckled as you parked the car. âHeâs cute though.â
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âThatâs P6 Oscar, and just to let you know, Y/n Y/l/n has outed you on the radio and on live television saying that you tried and failed to flirt with her,â his race engineer said.Â
Oscar laughed, finding the situation funny. âMy mumâs going to tweet about that.â
âShe also called you âcuteâ, if that helps with any bruised ego?â
Oscarâs face lit up under his helmet. âIt definitely does,â he chuckled. âThanks mate.â
âIâd wingman you any time,â he chuckled.Â
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Clip 3: Prema video
Prema Headquarters, Grisignano di Zocco, Italy, April.
âHello everyone,â Robert smiled at the camera. âToday we will be going for a drive, Iâd better call Oscar in.â
Oscar sat in the passenger seat and did his belt as they caught up and told the viewers what theyâd be watching.Â
âSo, today, you will be joining us for a drive around the Italian countryside,â Rob smiled. âAnd we will be answering your questions.â
âLet the questions begin,â Oscar added. He pulled one out of the bowl and read it aloud. âWhoâs your favourite Prema team member?â
Rob smiled. âThatâs hard, I love the whole Prema team so much, but⌠yeah, thatâs hard. Maybe my race engineer, Fred? I get along quite well with him,â Rob giggled as Oscar nodded.
âWhat?â Oscar laughed.
âI know your favourite,â Rob smirked.Â
Oscar looked at him with a raised eyebrow. âWho?â
âLa tua ragazza,â Rob chuckled as Oscar rolled his eyes. âWhat? It is true! You love her!â (La tua ragazza = your girl in Italian)
âIâve met her once, mate!â Oscar laughed.Â
âSo you donât like her? I can ask her out?â Rob deadpanned.Â
âWell, no, you can't-â Oscar was cut off by Robâs laughter and he decided to stop trying to fight him about it. Everyone on the team knew that Oscar Piastri was infatuated with you.Â
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Clip 4: Georgie OâHaraâs deleted youtube video.Â
Haileybury and Imperial Service College, England.Â
âOk, thatâs an awful idea!â Oscar yelled over his friends. âThey already know youâre the ones doing it!â
âItâs fine! Itâll be fine!â Elijah, a good friend of his, smiled. They wanted to set off the fire alarms again, for the third time that week. Deodorant and stupid teenage boys did not mix, especially when they refused to put it on themselves and waste it on fire drills instead.Â
Georgie turned to his phone, addressing the viewers "Oscar's a goody-two-shoes, if you couldn't tell."
Suddenly his phone rang from an unknown number, and before he could leave it ring, Anthony (another friend of his) answered. âOscar Piastri, incoming F2 championâs phone, how may I help you?â
Oscar laughed, but suddenly stopped when he heard you.Â
âNot if I have anything to do with it,â you chuckled at his friend. âAnyways, can you just ask him to ask Elijah not to do the fire alarm thing between 11pm and 2am? The girls in my room and I are sneaking downstairs to watch a film and we donât really want to get caught.â
Oscar covered his face and groaned, then took the phone off Georgie. âHey-hi, Y/n. Yes, of course, we wonât do the fire alarm thing, ever again. Sorry.â
He turned his back as his friends made kissing noises and certain gestures at him.Â
âAll good, thanks Osc,â you smiled. âYou and your friends are welcome to join us if you want.â
Oscar couldâve sworn his heart stopped beating. âIâll ask them,â he smiled. He turned to his friends. âY/nâs inviting us all to a movie, weâre sneaking out tonight,â he informed them.Â
âI donât want to-â Anthony started, but Georgie silenced him with a kick to the shin.Â
âMate, this is Oscarâs one fucking chance with his girl, shut up,â He scoffed.
âIs that a yes?â You asked over the phone.
âYes!â they all answered.Â
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As the night went on, you found yourself getting more and more tired. Oscar was beside you and you could tell how he was trying to play it cool, but failing miserably. You could practically see the way his heart leapt out of his chest when you held his hand. As âThe Empire Strikes Backâ ended, you squeezed his hand before getting up and letting go.Â
âAlright, Iâll clean up, everyone else go back upstairs before you get caught,â you whispered. The âmovie roomâ as the students called it (it was technically the staff room but no one really cared) was a mess. Blankets, cups, wrappers and pillows were everywhere. The group slowly shuffled out as you were left with only Oscar. Georgie had forgotten about his camera and it was still recording where heâd put it down to get some shots of everyone watching the film.Â
âI can help,â Oscar whispered.Â
You shook your head. âSeriously, you go ahead. They already hate me at this school anyways,â you chuckled.Â
âPlease let me help?â he asked again. You couldnât exactly say ânoâ to his puppy dog eyes, could you?
âFine,â you smiled.Â
You two chatted quietly as you cleaned up the room, and finally met at the door to leave.Â
âI really enjoyed tonight-â You started, but you were cut off by Oscar kissing you. His arms wrapped around your waist and your arms wrapped around his neck once the initial shock wore off. You both pulled away after a few seconds. You stared up at him as his usually-blank face turned to one of panic.
âSorry if that was forward, or-or weird- or-â He started, but now it was your turn to cut him off with a kiss.Â
He pulled back smiling, and he didnât move his hands, or try to move away from you. There was a moment of silence. âCan I take you on a date?â
You chuckled. âYes.â
Oscar was elated.��
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Clip 5: Sky sports channel and Prema footage
Circuit de Monaco, Monaco, Monaco, May 22nd.Â
You were excited as you stepped onto the podium, victorious. It had been a difficult few laps at the end, Guanyu overtaking, then you overtaking, and over and over, but you got the chequered flag first. You were breaking records, breaking barriers as a woman in motorsports. Youâd won Monaco, your first time racing there. In the Sprint, and the feature race. You were on top of the world. As you raised your trophy, the crowd cheered and Oscar was cheering the loudest.Â
You looked to your left, him standing on the podium for the first time this season, and you smiled.Â
âFeels good, huh?â you smirked.Â
âFeels great, but Iâll be coming for your step next,â he smirked.
âYou wish Piastri,â you scoffed, then uncorked your champagne bottle and sprayed it on him and Zhou.
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Clip 6: Sky Sports channel, Prema footage
 Autodromo Nazionale di Monza, Monza, 17th of July, Sprint Race.Â
âAnd itâs Y/n Y/l/n into the wall in a bad collision with Liam Lawson, only 2 laps till the end!âÂ
Everything was in slow motion, one second you were in control, the next you were flipping into the wall.Â
âRed flag, red flag Oscar, huge crash in sector 3, come in, come in,â his race engineer said.Â
âWho was it?â He asked, slowing his pace.Â
âY/l/n and Lawson, straight into the wall.â
âIs she ok? Is she out of the car?â he asked calmly.Â
âNot yet,â he answered grimly. The Prema garage was eerily silent as they watched the stewards struggle to get you out of the car.Â
As he came up on sector 3, he saw you. The car was upside down leaning against the barrier, they were putting out the fire. Shit. Shit. Shit.
You and Oscar had been dating for a few months now, and he really liked you. He passed by in horror as he saw that you werenât out of the car yet. He was getting more and more nervous as the moments went on. He caught sight of Liam. He was out of the car. He beckoned Oscar over and he obliged, letting him hitch a ride back to the pitlane with him as he drove slowly. As they got back to the pitlane, they both jumped out as the race was finally deemed as cancelled, and the boys walked off, waiting for news.Â
âWhat happened?â he asked.Â
âIt was a total mistake, my car had mad fucking oversteer and I just hit the throttle too hard, and then she was in the wall,â he answered. âSheâs not even out yet.â
âSheâll be ok,â Oscar said, trying to convince himself as well as Liam. âSheâs strong.â
Liam nodded, and went off to the RedBull garage with his head held low. Oscar walked into the Prema garage and his mom immediately pulled him in for a hug. Beside her was your parents, looking terrified.Â
âYouâre ok, thank god,â she whispered. She didnât care about the multiple cameras pointing at them, her son was alright.Â
âIs there any news yet?â
âTheyâve pulled her out of the car,â your dad answered, eyes glued to the screen.Â
âIs she responsive?â Nicole asked.Â
âYes!â You race engineer answered, happy that you were alive. There was a collective sigh of relief throughout the garage. âComplaining about lower back and leg pain, as well as a definite broken arm. She wonât be racing for a while,â he added, his tone becoming more and more sombre. Oscar watched as your mother broke down in your fatherâs arms, and he felt like throwing up. You wouldnât be racing, you wouldnât get to do the thing you loved.Â
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Clip 6: Prema video
ASST Brianza - Vimercate Hospital, 18th of July.
You woke up in blinding pain a few hours earlier. Everyone had worked so hard to make everything ok, to make you comfortable, but all night all you did was sob. The pain was unbearable in the car, you thought you were going to die, you thought you werenât getting out of the car. 5 fractured vertebrae, 3 broken ribs, a fractured hip bone, and a broken arm apparently wasnât a joke. No racing for the rest of the year. Your life was over.Â
âFuck,â you whispered as you sat up and pain shot up your back.Â
âHey,â Oscarâs soft voice brought you out of your upset, and back into the room. He took your hand. You felt bad, heâd been there the entire time, and honestly, he should probably be at the track already, ahead of todayâs race. Youâd tried to shoo him but he wasnât having it, much more in favour of being with you and cluing you in on how your parents reacted to him being your boyfriend. Awkward. âTake your time.â
You nodded, grateful that he was there, then turned your attention to the camera Angelina had brought with her and set up to take a âstatementâ video. âHi Prema fans, and my fans. Yesterday was pretty rough, and with a heavy heart I have to tell you that I wonât be able to continue this season in F2. My back was badly damaged yesterday in my collision with Liam, which was a complete accident and not anyone's fault, and I definitely donât blame Liam. I love racing, and Iâll still be at the majority of the races to support my teammates, and my boyfriend. This is just a very unfortunate event that pulls me out of the game for a while, but Iâll be back. I hope you miss me on track, and just know that Iâm alright. Thank you for the support, bye for now, Prema family.â
Oscar wrapped his arms around you and smiled. âIâm the boyfriend,â he added, making you laugh.Â
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Clip 7: Prema footage
Jeddah Corniche Circuit, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, 4th of December
âAnd Oscar Piastri sees the chequered flag first! Winning a sprint race and the feature race this weekend!âÂ
You jumped up and down beside Chris, his father, as he came into the pitlane. He was the lead of the championship. He was going to win F2. No doubt about it.Â
The past 5 months had been difficult. Youâd been back at school for a while, only now cleared to travel again, but you were happy to be back at the tracks. It felt good to watch Oscar win in person.Â
Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both celebrated. Oscarâs radio came on.Â
âGod guys, good drive. Looks like Y/n is my lucky charm,â he laughed over the radio. The last races hadnât gone so well for him, but he was straight back to winning with you here. Â
You were smiling the whole way to the barricade, but that ended when about 50 people were against your back, pushing violently. Chris and Mark were trying desperately to get them to back off, but they couldnât stop them. You promised them youâd be ok, but the pain was getting unbearable, and Oscar hadnât come over yet.Â
âGuys, move back!â He shouted as he ran over, just finished taking off his helmet. âMake some space!â The team obliged, but he still decided to be dramatic and lift you over the barrier. âYou alright?â he asked, but you just wrapped your arms around him.
âYouâre incredible Osc,â you smiled. âI love you so much.â
And there it was, out in the open for the first time. Too bad you forgot you both had microphones on.Â
He smiled wider than you ever thought possible for his face. âI love you too. So much baby,â he pressed a kiss to your cheek. âYou should be up here with me,â he added and you nodded, it still being a sore subject. âAnd you will be. Next year.â
You nodded, grateful for the hope and support he offered you. âGo! Go to your team!â you laughed, pushing him on. Before he let you out of his grasp, he grabbed your waist and stole a sweet, quick kiss.Â
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Clip 8: Prema footage
Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi, 12th of DecemberÂ
Heâd done it. He was the F2 champion. Sadly next year he would only get to be the Alpine F1 reserve driver, which meant no consistent racing, but that was still incredible.Â
You waited by the barricade as he came in, and he went straight over to you. He pulled his helmet off, then his bandana, and pulled you in for a kiss. The rest of the team âohhâed and âawwâed but neither of you cared at all. Heâd won.Â
âCongratulations F2 winner,â you smirked, pulling away.Â
âThanks baby,â he smiled.Â
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Post-race interview
âSo, how does this feel, Oscar?â she asked.Â
âIt feels amazing, yâknow, weâve all worked so hard at this for the whole year and itâs just really special to have everyone here, especially my girlfriend Y/n. Iâm missing her on track, so itâs good to still at least have her in the paddock,â he smiled, and the camera cut to you, beaming up at him.
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Clip 9: Prema footage and Sky Sports channelÂ
Bahrain International Circuit, Sakhir, 19th of March, Sprint 1.Â
âWeâre in the Prema garage,â Oscar explained to the camera in front of him. He was in full Alpine gear, being a reserve driver meant being a marketing machine, but this wasnât for Alpine, this was for you. âAnd my girlfriend is about to go and do her first race back since the accident last season. Letâs go interview her about it!â He walked through the garage, searching for you, and finally found you. âY/n! Any time for an interview?â
You turned to him and smiled. âI always have time for you,â you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close. His grip on you was tight but you didnât mind. You pulled away and turned to the camera.
âSo, how does it feel to be back?â He asked.
âAmazing. I thought my life was over when I was told I wasnât allowed to race for half a year.â
âAnd who helped nurse you back to health?â He smirked, batting his eyelashes at you.Â
âYour mom mostly,â you chuckled. Youâd spent the entire off-season in Australia with Oscar and his family, and Nicole had been so considerate and careful about your healing injuries.Â
Oscar rolled his eyes. âYeah⌠thatâs probably true,â he chuckled. âHow do you feel being on Pole?â
âIt feels good. We just have to stay quick this season. I didnât rush my healing just to lose,â you smiled then pressed a kiss to his cheek. âIâve to get in the car now, love you,â you smiled. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his lips to yours with a âgood luckâ, then let you go.Â
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âAnd can she do it? Yes she can! Y/n Y/l/n is coming in with a bang! A Sprint Pole and a Sprint win! That is a statement, âI never leftâ!âÂ
âThatâs P1 Y/n, well done!â Pedro called over the radio as the Prema garage went crazy.Â
âThanks for everything guys, great car, great drive-â
âGreat driver,â he added.Â
You pulled into the pitlane and got out of the car, celebrating as they got the photo of you on the car. You ran over to Oscar at the barricade as you pulled off your helmet and balaclava.
âThatâs my girl!â he cheered as you pulled him in for a hug. âSee? Nothing's changed.â
You pressed your lips to his. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â he smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek. âIâm loving this WAG lifestyle,â he chuckled.Â
You laughed. âIt suits you.â
He chuckled. âAlright, youâre being called for the interview. Love you,â he smiled as you walked off, giving your hand a squeeze. You blew him a kiss back.Â
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Clip 10: Prema videoÂ
Prema Headquarters, Grisignano di Zocco, Italy.Â
You were laughing with Logan, doing a âWho knows who bestâ challenge and both of you were failing miserably.Â
You put the headphones on and the music started, making it impossible to hear him. You watched as the room erupted in laughter, then Logan nudged you to take the headphones off.Â
âWhat is the most annoying thing about you?â He asked, holding back giggles.Â
âI know what youâd say,â you chuckled. âMe and Oscar.â
The room erupted in laughter as he nodded. âExactly!âÂ
âYouâre just jealous,â you chuckled.Â
âWhy? âCause I donât have a girlfriend?â
âNo, because I have Oscar and you donât,â you shot back, and everyone started laughing again.Â
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Clip 11: Sky Sports Channel
Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi, 20th of NovemberÂ
âAnd after a season of domination from the woman in red, Y/n Y/l/n sees the chequered flag first with a staggering 425 points! This F2 season will go down in history!â
Youâd done it. Youâd done it. You were an F2 champion, and next season youâd be in an F1 car fulltime, racing alongside Oscar, Logan, and Nick. Youâd made it.Â
You jumped out of the car, amazed at your season. Itâd been win after win, fastest lap after fastest lap, pole position after pole position. Youâd worked so hard.Â
âYou did it baby!â Oscar shouted as you ran over. You jumped into his arms, and let him hold you up. He looked at you like you held the sky up, like you were the greatest thing on the planet. âYouâre incredible.â
âI couldnât have done it without you,â you smiled. â I love you so much.â
âI love you so much more,â he pressed kisses to any inch of skin he could, more than proud to be yours.Â
You chuckled as he tickled you with his kisses, before you realised that you needed to go fulfil your duties. He put you down, but before you could leave, he grabbed your waist again. âI love you.â
âI love you too, Osc.â
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Clip 12: Sky Sports channel, McLaren footage, and RedBull footage
Bahrain International Circuit, Sakhir, 2023.Â
âA disappointing result for Oscar Piastri, but an incredible run for Y/n Y/l/n, P1 in her first race! Iâm sure heâll be pleased with that for his long-time girlfriend!âÂ
 Oscar was pissed off, but his mood was lifted by your result. You were incredible. He cheered in his own garage, happy for your win. Youâd won your first race. Who else did that? The first woman to ever do so.Â
He was in awe of you.Â
He exited his garage, ready to see you after your win. He saw you getting out of the car and running straight into the arms of your team and he smiled. He finally caught your eye after some time, and you ran over, wrapping your arms around him.Â
âIâm so sorry,â were the first words out of your mouth. âIf I could trade our cars, I would Osc, I really would,â you sighed.
âDonât even joke about that. Donât make your first win about me. This is about you, my brilliant, incredible, winner,â he pressed his lips to yours in a short, victory kiss. âI love you, yeah?â âI love you too,â you smiled.Â
âYou were amazing out there,â he smiled.Â
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Clip 13: McLaren videoÂ
Jeddah Corniche Circuit, Jeddah, Saudi ArabiaÂ
âWho is your teammate's favourite person?â Lando asked, then looked at the camera and rolled his eyes. âOscarâs is Y/n because heâs a traitor.â
Oscar burst into laughter and looked at Lando. âThatâs not fair! We started dating as teammates!â
âOh sure Osc!â Lando sighed, playing up the drama. âThatâs what they all say.â
âBut itâs the truth!â
âAnyways, moving on from Oscar and his traitor girlfriend, whoâs my favourite person Oscar?âÂ
âMax Fewtrell?âÂ
Lando thought about it for a moment, then nodded. âHim or my parents or siblings.â
Oscar took another question out of the bowl and chuckled. âWhatâs the other personâs red flag?â
Little did he know, youâd come in to visit him and were actively sneaking up behind him.Â
âYours is your refusal to ever use a hairbrush,â you answered for Lando, and Oscar jumped, making everyone laugh, especially Lando, who fell off his chair. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around Oscar's neck from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. âCame to say hi,â you smiled, kissing his cheek.Â
âCame to air out my business online?â He questioned, laughing. He took your hands and led you around his chair, sitting you on his lap. âWhen did you get in?â he asked, resting his head on your shoulder as Lando tried to compose himself.Â
âJust now, came straight from the airport,â you nodded, leaning back against him.Â
âBad flight?â
âNah, I was on Maxâs jet. Heâs offered me to ask you two if you want to go back to Monaco after this weekend with him. I am,â you answered. He nodded, gently playing with your hands as he listened to you.Â
âSounds good to me,â he smiled. âTell him âthanksâ, yeah?âÂ
You nodded. ââCourse,â you got up to leave but he pulled you down by the arm and pressed your lips together quickly, then let you go. âLove you,â you called after yourself.Â
âLove you too,â he called back, ready to get back to the interview.Â
âCan we keep that in?â Ellie, their marketing manager asked.Â
He shrugged. âSure, why not.â
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Clip 14: Hattie Piastriâs tiktok vlog
Piastri residence, Melbourne, 2023Â
âY/nâs over there with Oscar, and Addie is with May and mum and dad are with Tim over there,â she explained to the camera pointing everything out. In the video you and Oscar were laying on the grass in the setting sun, utterly exhausted from your weekend of racing where youâd gotten p2 and Oscar had gotten p8. His arms were wrapped around you as you lay on top of him, smiling.Â
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Clip 15: Sky Sports channel, RedBull footage and Nicole Piastriâs instagram
Circuit Zandvoort, Zandvoort, Holland
âAnd can she do it? Yes she can! Y/n Y/l/n beats teammate Max Verstappen to first place, and she sees the chequered flag first! What an incredible season this has been for the rookie!â
As you crossed the finish line, you almost felt sick. Youâd beaten Max, giving you a lead in the Driverâs Championship. Heâd been 10 points ahead. Now, you were 15 points ahead of him.Â
âThatâs P1, P1 Y/n congratulations,â Pedro smiled.Â
âThanks Pedro, and thanks everyone, really well done. Car is perfect, thank you all so much!âÂ
âAnd Oscarâs P9, if you're wondering.â
âWhen I get my fucking hands on Zak Brown I will rip his fake fucking toupĂŠe off for giving him such a shit car,â You groaned. âGreat drive guys, thanks.â
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You walked into the paddock as they all cheered both you and Max on. Max had gotten P2, unhappy with not winning, but not mad that youâd won. He saw what you were doing for motorsports all around the world, how much pressure you were under as the first female driver in a long time, and how hard you were working. He wasnât going to make your life harder by being an asshole off the track too. He gave you a celebratory hug and moved onto his driverâs room, as you stayed out with the engineers, chatting and celebrating with them.Â
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Nicole Piatriâs instagram liveÂ
âHi everyone, Osc and I are right now, trying to sneak into the RedBull garage to see Y/n,â Nicole explained and behind her, Oscar smiled and put both thumbs up.Â
âIâm going to be told off for this by Zak, so, sorry Zak. I want to see my girlfriend, my bad,â he chuckled, his apology only half-assed.Â
Nicole and him continued faffing around the paddock for a while, until Nicole caught your eye through the window. You ran over to the door beside them and let them in, pulling Nicole in for a huge hug as Oscar waited behind her with a wide smile.Â
He spoke to the live. âApparently my girlfriend likes my mum better than me-"Â
You cut him off with a kiss as you laughed at his antics. âShut the fuck up,â you chuckled. âYouâre such a baby.â
âI missed seeing you in the conference,â he shrugged, holding you close as his mum took the phone and documented this moment between the two of you. âI love you,â he smiled.Â
âI love you too,â you chuckled, kissing his cheek. âP9? Not bad.â
He rolled his eyes and smiled. âP1? Not bad,â he lifted you into his arms making you squeal.Â
âOsc! Put me down!â You squealed.Â
âLet me win next time,â he chuckled. âThen Iâll put you down.â
âWhat do you want me to do? Switch our cars?â
âIdeally,â he chuckled, kissing your cheek and putting you down. âBut I guess Iâll settle for watching you be gorgeous on the podium every week.â
âThe fans are loving this!â Christian joked as he watched over Nicoleâs shoulder, seeing how the chat was going crazy.
You both turned to Nicole with confused faces.Â
âYouâre still filming mum?!âÂ
This live has now been ended by the host.Â
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Clip 16: Sky sports channel
ââLusail International Circuit, Lusail, QatarÂ
âOscar Piastri has done the job brilliantly, the Australian driver will see the chequered flag first! Oscar Piastri wins the sprint to take McLaren to the top step once again!âÂ
âThatâs P2 Y/n, Oscar P1,â Pedro announced.Â
âWOOOOO!â You screamed, elated for him. âFucking legend!âÂ
âI said P2 for you,â he reminded.Â
âShut up and be happy for him, just once,â you chuckled, pulling into the pit lane to park. You watched as Oscar got out of the car as you got out of your own car. Immediately, he ran over to you, wrapping you up in his arms as you celebrated together.Â
âYou did it!â You shouted, jumped around in each other's arms. âYouâre fucking incredible.â
âYou put up a good fucking fight,â he chuckled, smiling like a kid.Â
âYouâre going to look so sexy at the top of the podium,â you smirked and he blushed hard.Â
âI wish you wouldnât say stuff like that in public,â he chuckled, then hid his face in your neck as you laughed.Â
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Post-sprint conferenceÂ
âSo, this is a question for Y/n and Oscar,â an interviewer started. Both of you looked up, exhausted from the late night race. âDoes your relationship prohibit you from racing to your full potential? I believe Y/n, you couldâve caught up. Did you give him this win?â
You scoffed, appalled that anyone would have the audacity to ask such a thing. âFor fuckâs sake,â you sighed. âNo. I couldnât have. You know how you know that? Because I wouldâve if I couldâve. I love Oscar, and Iâve loved him since I was about 14 years old, but that doesnât mean that I let him win. Heâs a ridiculously talented driver, and a fucking genius with strategy. His car is great too. But out there today? That was pure talent. I can love him, and wholeheartedly race him too,â you answered, getting annoyed at the comments like these you two constantly got. âAnd another thing, Iâm getting really fucking sick of the questions about our relationship. Do you really think weâd be together if we couldnât race each other and not come back to each other and be proud of each other? Seriously? Where is your critical thinking?â
The room was full of whispered conversation as you dropped the last diss, and beside you Oscar was looking at you with huge heart eyes. Anyone could see it from a mile away, he loved you. He chuckled, wanting to add his two cents as well. âYeah, exactly. The only thing she lets me win in is chess, right?â He looked at you with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.Â
âYou won once, asshole,â you chuckled, pushing his hand off your thigh.Â
âThen we stopped playing,â he shrugged, a cocky smirk very-present on his face.Â
âWe ran out of time,â you shrugged, feigning innocence.Â
He cocked an eyebrow. âSure.â
The tension in the room had been dissolved in the comedic moment, and you were thankful for Oscarâs calm exterior. You moved closer to him on the couch, and he wrapped an arm around you, smiling wide as you pressed a kiss to his hand, the one closest to your face.Â
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Clip 17: Drive to SurviveÂ
Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi
âHow are you feeling?â Oscar asked, sitting in your driverâs room with you before the race. He knew how worried you were, how much you wanted this. You had to win. You and Max were neck and neck. You just had to get more points than him, starting from P2.Â
You sighed, standing between his legs and messing with his hair, favouring trying not to think about it rather than talking about it. He grabbed ahold of your waist and pressed his face into your torso, pressing kisses to wherever he could reach, trying to make you laugh.Â
You chuckled and pushed him away, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âIâm alright, I promise. Just stressed.â
âYou wonât be stressed in a week,â he smiled. âWeâll be in Melbourne.â
You smiled, and kissed him again. âWe will. Waves and relaxing. Nothing else.â
âWell, and Logan,â he chuckled. âSo⌠âMerica and all that,â he smiled as you laughed at his bad joke. He got you down to his lap and he pressed a kiss to your cheek. âYouâve got this, donât worry.â
âWow, anxiety cured,â you replied sarcastically, making him laugh.Â
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Clip 18:Â Sky Sports Channel
Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi
âAnd it is an incredible season for the first female in modern F1, Y/n Y/l/n sees the chequered flag first, with a Driverâs Championship 1-2 with her teammate Max Verstappen! This makes her the first female ever to win the F1 Driverâs Championship title! What an inspiration!âÂ
Youâd done it. You won your rookie season. You were World Champion. You were a legend.Â
âWOOOOO!â You screamed as tears rolled down beneath your hemet. âWe did it! We did it!â
âWe did it!â Pedro screamed. You knew the entire RedBull garage was going crazy right now. âYou did it Y/n!â
âThank you, everyone! This wouldâve been impossible without you all! Amazing year! Incredible work!â you beamed.Â
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âThatâs P6, P6 Oscar,â his race engineer announced.Â
âDid Y/n get it? Did she win?âÂ
âYes, your girl is a World Champion,â he smiled.Â
âYES! YES! THATâS MY FUCKING GIRL!â he screamed, elated at the news. He knew you could do it. Heâd always known you could do it.Â
He rushed to get to the pit lane, ready to celebrate with you. He jumped out of the car and pulled off his helmet as fast as he could, watching as you ran over to him.Â
âYou did it!â He cheered. âMy fucking girl.â
âI did it!â You cried, over the moon. âI couldnât have done it without you,â you smiled.Â
His eyes filled with tears as his heart swelled with pride. âYouâre amazing. I love you so much Y/n.â
Neither of you cared about the cameras around you as you went in for a kiss. You didnât care about how sweaty and gross you both were, you didnât care about the grief that the pr team would give you, you didnât care.Â
You were a World Champion. He was your everything. You were his everything.
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Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader
a/n : aaand I just couldn't let this storyline go. Typical. Best to read part one before this one :)
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The reader and Ewan have gotten a lot closer since the press tour for season two, but neither one has made a move. The reader is spotted with another costar, giving rise to rumours of romance.
The press tour came and went like a fever dream. From Paris to New York to London, everyone had been highly anticipating your upcoming show.
Albeit you had a minor role, it all seemed like everything you could ever wish for.
A blossoming career. Lifelong friends made from your peers. The overwhelming support from audiences.
Only two episodes have since been released to the public, and already your character has become a fan-favourite.
Sadly, you and Ewan only had that one press day together, after which you were paired with other cast members. That didn't stop the onslaught of comments under your interviews with him, fans stating how good you looked together. Speculating whether there was something going on between you two.
You are good friends, but that's all.
He calls you often, mostly in the evenings after you're both finished with work. He sticks close to you during premiere after-parties. Now and again, you would catch him looking at you from across the room.
But... well... that's all there is to that.
Maybe he's just being nice. Maybe he only sees you as a good friend, and this is just how he is. With his effortless charm and cheeky remarks that can be mistaken as flirting, you think that maybe you're reading too much into it all.
"Ewan likes you, you know," Phia looks at you over her shoulder, as she does her makeup in front of your dresser.
The cast is having a private get-together in Fabien's apartment for a night, and yourself and Phia decide to prep together, her own place only being five minutes away from yours.
"He's just being nice," you shake your head at her observation, as you sift through your closet looking for a top.
"He's not that nice to everyone," Phia laughs. "Trust me, that lad fancies you and it's plain as day. Ask anyone, I mean, Tom even pointed it out the other day."
"And Ewan was there with you guys?"
"Uh-huh," Phia swivels her chair around, all done, nodding at you, "Poor sod just about turned red as a beet."
"What did he say?" you ask, not even bothering to hide your curiosity. Phia's got your back, after all.
"Well..." Phia glanced away, weighing just how much she is at liberty to say. Ewan's her friend just as much as you are, and she doesn't know how deep she can meddle in this.
"How bad is it?"
"Nothing bad, promise," Phia walks over, then takes over the task of sorting through your closet, "He likes you. A lot. But it seems like he's apprehensive about jumping into a relationship right now."
You plop down on your bed in a huff, "I guess that makes sense."
"Chin up, darling," Phia turns around, arms folded behind her, concealing her chosen top for you. "You're both rising stars, with great careers ahead of you. If you're going to commit to each other, you're gonna have to do it right."
You smile, because you can't help it, the high from landing your dream career not yet subsiding.
"And," Phia continues, "even if he's too chicken to make a move, that doesn't mean you can't torture him with this." She grins, presenting a green satin top, the material weightless and shimmering.
"This? Are you sure?" It was definitely revealing, and it would have your back exposed, only tied together by two strings.
"Ewan loves green," she hands it to you, and you hold it up with concern etched in your features.
"I guess I could wear this," you mumble.
"Oh, you will wear it," Phia smirks, pushing you over to your bathroom so you can get changed.
Already wearing your trusty pair of bootcut jeans, you shimmy into the slinky top, calling out to Phia so she can assist with securing the strings at your back.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," she beams at you in your bathroom mirror. "Ewan is going to melt at the sight of you, doll."
"Huh," you say, checking yourself out in the reflection. "Okay then, I think we're ready - "
Your phone rings, cutting you off. Phia beats you to it, and her face is scandalous when she raises your phone up like it's precious evidence.
Ewan's name flashes bright on the screen.
"Oh, look who it is!" Phia practically sings, "Lover boy."
"Give me that," you demand, reaching for your phone, but Phia quickly sidesteps you and presses the screen to answer the call.
You gasp, and the both of you struggle to keep down an incoming fit of giggles. Phia then clicks on the speaker mode, and Ewan can be heard saying your name, his tone a bit confused.
"Are you there?" Ewan asks.
"Yeah, I'm here," you take the phone, waving to Phia so she doesn't make a fuss.
"Hmm," he says. "I hope I'll be seeing you tonight. The party won't be as good without you."
"Well, Phia and I just finished getting ready," you glance at her, and she makes a kissy face at you.
"Hello, Mr. Whipped," she playfully cuts in with this greeting, effectively letting Ewan know he's on speaker.
You hear Ewan snort on the other end, before he says, "Hello to you too, Phi."
"We should be heading out in 15 minutes, and we'll be there on time," you let him know.
"Okay, I suppose I'll see you guys there," he replies.
"Okay." A beat of silence passes, and Phia just shrugs at you.
"I, uh - " he finally speaks up again, but hesitates.
"Yeah?"
He clears his throat, having decided on saying, "Nevermind. See you soon, darling."
The line cuts off. You slowly let your hand fall to the side, sighing at how it abruptly ended. Shaking off your worries, you look at Phia once more, and she already has her line all prepared. "See you soon, darling," she recites in a low voice, imitating Ewan.
"Oh, shush," you shove her playfully, and she shoves you right back.
"I can't wait to see you, darling," she continues teasing you, laughing, and you can't help but blush and smile, finding her endearing.
"Well, let's go," she says, picking up her things, "your darling boy of Derby awaits."
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Fabien greets you at the door with that perfect smile of his, arms outstretched to pull you and Phia into a hug.
"Welcome, welcome," he greets, leading you into his apartment, where most of the cast is already assembled, including Ewan.
You happily exchange pleasantries with everyone. Chatting with Emma and Olivia. Profusely thanking Matt when he gushes over your outfit. Catching up with Harry and Bethany. All the while sensing that Ewan watches you from somewhere in the room.
You're eventually directed by Tom to the corner table where Ewan and Phia share a loveseat, drinks in hand.
"I'll get you a drink," Tom kindly declares, heading to the kitchen.
"Thanks, Tom," you say. You sit next to Phia, leaving her between yourself and Ewan. You finally say to him, "Hey, you. How are you doing? Got here early?"
Ewan's jaw clenches and loosens, and you catch his eyes quickly drift down to rake over your figure. When he meets your eyes again, his pupils are considerably dilated.
The boy just shamelessly checked you out.
"Ewan," you hear Phia say, elbowing Ewan from beside him. "She just asked you a question, be polite." She wags her eyebrows at you, mouthing the words lover boy.
Ewan hears that, astute as he is, and it snaps him out of whatever haze he seemed to be stuck in.
He shakes his head at himself, offering a smile to you. "I got here just before you guys," he answers. His voice lowers when he adds, "You look really good, darling."
You smile in return. "Thanks. So do you."
Phia beams at the exchange, then makes some excuse of having to catch up with the others. The look she gives you before sliding off the seat reveals that she just wanted to give her two lovebirds some privacy.
"So," Ewan inches closer to you, his arm outstretched on the back of the seat, "how did the script turn out?"
"It was better than expected," you say. He refers to a script you told him about a week ago, for a potential project which will shoot in Atlanta in the fall. "I'm supposed to meet with the director pretty soon to discuss it further, but I think it might be the right fit."
"That's amazing," he expresses sincerely. "Rian Johnson's a brilliant director and they would be lucky to have you as their lead."
"Thanks, Ewan! Yeah, I'm really excited for it, it's a lot different from House of the Dragon, but I'm all in for the challenge, you know."
"Is it a drama film, or thriller, or - "
"Oh, it's a rom-com, actually."
"Oh," he nods, leaning back a little, like that needed a bit of processing. "And you'll have a romantic co-lead..."
"That's right, and - " you confirm.
He smirks, like he just thought of something amusing. "Well, maybe I could - "
But you finish your statement then, " - I think Jacob Elordi has just been selected as my partner in the film."
His face scrunches in apparent distaste, "Has he now?"
"Mhmm." You note the switches in his expression, how his face fell when you mentioned your upcoming co-star. He can't have something against Jacob; they already did a film together and it seemed like it went well on set.
That thing nags at you, that little spring of vanity and desire creating warmth in your stomach. That Ewan might be jealous.
Which is ridiculous, given your shared line of work. Besides, you were not together. What could he possibly be jealous over?
"You've worked with him, right? What's he like?" you continue the topic, keeping watch for the minutiae of his reactions.
"He's... he's a good actor, I guess. Dedicated and all that. Pleasant on set." His answer is curt, not giving away any details, tone flat like he's disinterested.
"Riiight," you nod slowly, smiling impishly at him to get him to lighten up, "I'm sure he'll be just as pleasant on our set then. Good to know."
He catches the look you're giving him, causing the corner of his lips to pull in a soft crooked smile. "Hmm, be that as it may... I think I'll do a much better job as your love interest, don't you?"
"Oh, will you now?" you lean forward, and he does the same.
"Yeah, didn't you hear?" he whispers conspiratorially, like there's a secret to be shared. "According to the internet, we have a lot of chemistry. Practically oozing with it, based on some comments I read."
"You've been lurking on comments? You? The last crusader against all social media?" you joke, fully knowing that he keeps a few shadow accounts just to keep up with how his work is being received by the public.
"Sure," he shrugs his shouders dramatically, " that, and also to stalk your page, of course."
"Oh, of course," you quip, "I wouldn't expect anything less."
You share another laugh, feeling light all over, and even lighter when his fingertips brush against your arm for a few seconds. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, and you sneakily rub your arms to cover the effect he had on you.
Tom reappears from the side, handing you a drink as promised, "What are you kids giggling about over here?"
"Nothing," you share, "just that Ewan is planning to join Instagram."
"A damn miracle, that!" Tom exclaims, lightly punching Ewan in the shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah," Ewan looks at you warmly, playing along, "you can be in charge of keeping my account running."
"Tough job. All those fan messages I'll have to answer."
"Yeah, you'll have to quit your day job," Tom adds jokingly. "It was fun while it lasted. The industry will miss you."
You feel a pressure by your shoulders, and notice that it's Ewan's arm snug behind you on the seat. In the midst of conversation, he must have drawn even closer. You glance down briefly and see his knees touching yours.
You nervously take a huge gulp of your drink. There is no hiding the effect he has on you now.
"Don't you two look cute?" Tom comments, then he stands right in front of the loveseat and puts his phone up. Before you can say anything, a clicking sound makes it clear that he has taken a photo of you and Ewan.
"Awww, I ship it," Tom gushes afterward as he looks at the photo. He then reaches over and passes his phone to you.
The image betrays what the both of you are probably struggling to hide - it's there, clear as day. The attraction, the tension, the chemistry. Ewan practically has his arm around you, looking at you intensely with the inscrutable spark in his eyes. His teeth lightly clamping down on his lip in desire.
There's a subtle scrunch between your eyebrows as you return Ewan's look, a result of trying to maintain composure when he is so close. But your posture is relaxed, almost cozying right up against him, showing just how comfortable you feel around him.
As Tom just said, you ship it.
If only.
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Two weeks after the party at Fabien's, the main cast members of House of the Dragon are engaged in an additional round of promo work. Season two is at its peak, and the media is just clamoring to get more from the cast.
Some are booked for photoshoots, others for interviews.
While a minor character in the show, they also wanted you to take part in engaging with the press, but you are already busy with your upcoming film with Jacob. You're currently out in LA, doing rehearsals in preparation for the actual shoot.
Ewan is yet again lounging in a hotel suite, about to do an interview with Vanity Fair.
He sends you a text, in response to your complaint about a difficult scene.
You had shared, It's a pretty dramatic scene. What if I can't cry on command?
He easily texts back, You can do it, darling. Trust me, you're one of the most talented young actors I know.
- Thanks, Ewan. Good luck with your interview!
- Thank you, good luck with rehearsal. I miss --
Ewan pauses typing. I miss you, he aches to send. He does miss you so much. Why can't he just commit to it?
He ends up sending, I'll see you soon, in its place.
He knows he wants to do everything with you. Take you out on dates. Sweep you off your feet. Travel to wherever you will be filming just to see you. Confess how much he wants you.
Why can't he? It's terrifying to him, being with someone, in danger of falling in love - truly falling in love - with a fellow actor, and that relationship exposed to much public scrutiny.
He's always been a private person, so will he be able to handle all of that? Acting is his first love, and he's devoted to the craft. If he succumbs to his desire for you, will that cause him to go off track?
What if the relationship is not well-received? He is aware of how passionate fans can be. What if they cruelly decide to make you the object of their ire as a result? He can't possibly put you through that.
But... but fuck it.
The Aemond in him turns proud and defiant. Why can't he? Why shouldn't he?
He types another message in a second, then clicks send.
And I miss you.
His publicist walks over to him, giving him a few last-minute instructions. In a few minutes, the room is all composed and the interview is ready to begin.
The line of questioning has almost become routine-like for him, a far cry from when he first started giving shorter interviews for previous projects.
The answers flow from him smoothly, stemming from his care for Aemond and the show.
Near the end of the interview, he is asked about the remaining normalcy of his life. Surely it has all changed ever since he landed the show?
"Well, I try to go back to my hometown as much as possible. Just, you know, spending time where I grew up really helps maintain a sense of normal, for me," he responds. "It keeps my feet planted on the ground, that is, when I'm not on dragonback flying high up in the clouds."
The interviewer promptly laughs at his last remark, then asks, "What's next for you? Your fans are just eagerly awaiting your next project. Maybe a film like your new costar? Everyone is excited for her film with Jacob Elordi."
Ewan can't hide the way he perks up at the mention of you, never mind how Jacob is included too. "Ah, yes, well there are some things down the line for me. More than anything, I want to choose a project that I am passionate about, with a story and a character that is rich and complex. Whichever that is, I guess you'll find out soon!"
"Yes, yes, we will!"
"And about her project, I mean, I'm just so proud of her. We've become really close and I think she's a fantastic actress and person. She's going to smash it in this film, that's for sure."
The interviewer nods enthusiastically, smirking as he adds, "Apparently a bit of romance on the cards for her as well!"
"You mean in the movie?" Ewan replies, half-smiling in confusion. But he spies his publicist gesturing to the interviewer from behind the camera, a signal that private affairs are off-limits.
After a final question, the interview wraps up.
His publicist grumbles to him afterward, as they prepare to leave the room. "It was clear that no private questions are allowed. Sorry about that, Ewan."
"It's alright, that was... well, what was he on about? Did he mean romance between the two of us?"
"I believe he's talking about Jacob and her. They were spotted out in LA today. The interviewer probably just wanted you to spill some dirt on your costar."
Ewan frowns, "What do mean they were spotted?"
His publicist appears surprised at his question, and his obvious interest. "They've been papped walking arm in arm in LA. Seemed pretty close, not that it's any of that interviewer's business."
As they walk out of the hotel, Ewan can't help but do an immediate Google search of your name, and sure enough, the headlines about your walk with Jacob are abound.
He can't pinpoint how he feels as he sees the photos, the statuesque Jacob with his arm around you as you beam up at him. He notices that his grip on his phone has tightened, so he turns it off quickly and shoves it in his pocket.
Whatever this is, and how it makes him feel, he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit.
His phone vibrates from his pocket, but he ignores it.
So he doesn't yet see your reply.
I miss you too.
đ next chapter
Ewaaaan! Make a move, my guy!
As much as we'd like to see them make declarations of love or get into the passion quick, I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. How would two young actors begin dating? Reader, kudos to you for keeping it cool as a cucumber thus far - it's up to Ewan to make the big move.
Part three may be the last. What'll they be? Just friends? PR relationship? Notorious fling? Or new celebrity power couple?
MASSIVE thanks for all the lovely feedback for part one! đ
Update: if you wish to be tagged in part three, let me know in the comments đ
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Of Books & Beasts
Prompt: virginity
Paring: best friend!steve harrington x f!reader
Genre: romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, one bed trope
Notes: wc 9.1k // my first kinktober story (one of five) // hope everyone enjoys it // itâs very soft // a little scary movie night sleep over // reader falls asleep next to steve and things get a little steamy // i wrote everything to have as much consent as possible // steve is a bit of a perv lol
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // slight somnophilia, dry humping, virginity loss, vaginal fingering // masturbation // smut // 'just the tip' is used once or twice // please let me know if there is anymore that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoulâs kinktober prompts
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The night was meant to be a simple one. After weeks of assignments, exams, quizzes, and extracurricular activities at college, all you wanted to do was relax. Well, you still had one more assignment left to do, but maybe you were able to kill two birds with one stone, right?Â
Luckily, this assignment was one that you could easily ask for help with from your friend. Someone who always stole movies for you to borrow on many weekends anyways. With your class being based on books which turned into film adaptations, it means a lot of time spent reading and watching. In truth, you felt bad for your classmates who had to rent out the tapes for extended periods just to finish analysis for assignments; all while you didnât even need to bat an eyelash in Steveâs direction for him to hide movies in your backpack while his manager wasnât looking.Â
With the theme of this particular assignment matching the season and going with horror films, a movie night was something that you craved. Thick sweaters, even thicker blankets, a bit of hot chocolate, and candy from the grocery store that had the orange and black packaging â they were all of the aspects to the marathon you proposed when you walked into Family Video on a Friday afternoon after you got off the bus. Despite all of your convincing tactics, your friend already had his answer long before you began to ask.
âAnything for you, dove. Iâll get everything on this list for us,â Steve smiled at you, after looking at the assignment rubric, as you stood on the other side of the cash register.Â
âAlright, maybe I should place a pizza order now so that we donât starve during the Friday dinner rush tonight,â you said sweetly as you nervously thought about what to order.Â
âDonât you worry about it, itâs on me. Let me treat you a little.âÂ
âIâm the one who asked you to have a movie marathon with me, I should really be the one paying,â you insisted while you brought your hand closer to the telephone.Â
But, quickly, the man was able to grasp it lightly to stop you from moving towards the numbers. You could never admit just how much your skin tingled at the touch. âIâm serious. This shift finishes in twenty minutes, then I can drive us home and Iâm all yours. Do whatever you want with me, dove. I can even help out with your stress relief later. Maybe Iâll bend ââÂ
âPlease donât continue that sentence,â you cut him off easily. Steve always loved to tease you and any eavesdroppers who may be listening in and theorizing if you two were dating or not. The town is full of gossip fiends. âAny louder and people will start to believe you.âÂ
The younger Harrington chuckled as he got out from behind the counter to stand fully in front of you. He adored to see the way you outwardly pretended you hated the fake moves he would pull. From him putting his arm around your shoulder whilst walking around town, whistling every other time he picked you up from the city bus stop, to intimidating every guy who looked in your direction for too long. However, both of you never knew the other wished for it all to be real.Â
âFine, fine, Iâll be good and stop teasing you,â he chuckled lowly.Â
âThank you,â you smiled to yourself before looking up at Steve with wide eyes. âSo will you also be buying garlic knots tonight too?âÂ
âYes, as long as you promise to stay awake until the final movie, sleepy girl.âÂ
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You, in fact, did not stay awake the whole movie night. It wasnât Tim Curryâs fault either. Normally, it was tradition for you two to end off every evening like this with one musical or something more lighthearted to offset the mood. But the day just exhausted you from every angle, that once you finally got to relax and watch a movie for leisure â you relaxed a little too hard. Adding the components of the cold pizza and Steve putting a blanket on you while continuously keeping a grasp on your knee, you were bound to knock out before the movie ended. Later, it was Steve who woke you up with a whisper in your ear. The sound shocked you at first, and then when you opened your eyes to see the man kneeling in front of you, it did cause a slightly loud gasp to escape your lips. After some groaning on your end about not wanting to intrude, you finally gave in to the invitation Steve gave to let you sleep over tonight. The main contributing factor had to be the fact that the man had a really nice blanket and pillow set that felt like it came from a hotel.Â
However, as you both ended off the night in your room, it was Steve who began to groan â although, it was due to pure frustration.
âI donât have any clean clothes,â your host said as he rummaged through his drawers.Â
âHow about any sweater and some of those long johns your mother always buys you?â you giggled as you sat on the bed now, reading a book you recently checked out from the library.Â
âOr you could always sleep naked, I heard itâs really healthy for you. Plus, I would not mind at â ow,â Steve was on his little sarcastic joke before you threw an old pair of socks at his head.Â
âMaybe I should just head home, this feels like such a nuisance to you,â you smiled and whispered shyly.Â
Steve really was trying hard to find you something to sleep in. So much so that it caused some sweat to drop on his forehead. But, truly, the man was standing there trying to work up the courage to ask you to put on one of his old swim team sweaters and a cotton pair of shorts he knew would hug your body beautifully.Â
Yes, you have slept over before when you were younger. However, those were all planned out with you bringing something from home. Well, there was one emergency where you stayed the night due to a horrific snow storm; but, Mrs. Harrington was there to give you your Christmas present a few weeks early and allow you to sleep in some pyjamas which were covered in cute bunnies. This was the first time you would be here spontaneously alone with Steve â and god, did he feel like all of his prayers were answered. The amount of times he has imagined you laying on his bed, committing the most sinful acts, in various positions and scenarios, could be seen as absolutely perverted. So to have the opportunity to have you on his bed, wearing his clothes, covered in his blanket; it all seemed unfathomable to the man.Â
âHere,â Steve exclaimed quickly so that you would actually stay. âMaybe you would be alright with this sweatshirt and some shorts?âÂ
âThis is more than alright. Thank you, Steve,â You skipped off to the washroom to finally get ready for bed and let your friend change into his own pyjamas.Â
However, when you got the clothing on, it was so embarrassing to stare into the mirror. Everything fits fine â and on a normal day at home, you would probably wear something similar. But remembering the fact that you would be sleeping next to your best friend was so nerve wracking. It was just a lot shorter than what you would usually wear around him if you did wear a skirt or shorts. You just thanked the heavens that the blanket would be covering your legs so that you didnât feel as exposed.Â
Not that you believed Steve would try anything; not that you didnât want him to try anything either. But, you were scared of getting so cold and cuddling too close to him like you did last December during the winter storm. Waking up in Steveâs arms caused your heart to flutter so harshly that your heart rate didnât go down for days. It made you think about how badly you wished you could wake up to his handsome face everyday. Most especially, it made you think about how nicely his leg felt right in between your thighs, and the way it massaged your âÂ
No.Â
This was an innocent sleepover like the thousands that other best friends have had over the years. All you had to do was sleep next to him with a pillow between your bodies and hope you didnât accidentally roll your way into his arms again. You werenât sure if you were ready for the heartbreak of knowing that being entwined in each otherâs arms would not last forever.Â
âDo you want the left or right side of the bed?â Steve called out from the other side of the door, startling you out of your thoughts.Â
âAnything is fine,â you replied whilst opening the door. Seeing that Steve was laying in the middle, ready to roll over to whichever side you preferred. The image of him with arms and legs spread out made you giggle.Â
âThe left side is closer to the lamp if youâd like to read a bit before sleeping,â he said as he shifted over to the ride side of the bed and patted to your new spot.Â
âAre you a mind reader or something?â you chuckled between steps.
Steve put the book in the air as you tucked yourself into bed, a nice distance away from him. Once he saw you were comfortable, he placed the book gently in your lap and said: âno, but I could tell your little nap will probably have you staying awake for the next hour or so.âÂ
âOh, if the light is gonna bother you then I can turn it off and head to sleep too.âÂ
The concern in your eyes was absolutely beautiful. As you started up at him with the lamp glowing behind you, you looked like a nymph in the night. And oh how Steve knew he would be the luckiest man alive to sleep next to you.Â
âGo ahead, dove. I can sleep through anything,â he whispered lowly whilst rubbing your thigh that was covered by the thick blanket. âWhatâs it about anyways?âÂ
You took a deep breath to calm down before speaking. Steveâs touch caused you to feel warm, even more so when he squeezed your thigh every few moments. âNot too sure about the entire plot since Iâm only on chapter two. But itâs about a prince and his beast companion. Theyâve been best friends for a long time and are going on adventures. This was in the romance section so Iâm guessing the best friends fall in love,â you rambled, getting quieter with the last few words.Â
What a dream.Â
âIs it dirty?â Steve teased as he sunk further underneath the blanket.Â
âNo, I-Iâve never read a story like that before,â you said sternly.Â
âOh, I believe you,â his voice got deeper and slower with each word, only indicating that he was bound to fall asleep any second. âHave fun reading.âÂ
They were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep peacefully next to you. Luckily, that meant it was a lot easier to read the rest of the book until you felt your own eyes start closing and the words on the page started to become blurry.Â
It was a beautiful story, full of lore and love, a mix of historical fiction and mythology. After reading and watching stories based on the horror genre for a few weeks now, it was nice to have a little bit of a break and just read about love. Your heart started to feel warm and giddy as each page passed â even going as far as quietly giggling when you felt your cheeks feel warm as a result of the princeâs romantic actions throughout the book. You didnât even notice that you were sinking further and further into the blanket because you were so engrossed in the imaginary world. It didnât even matter that the angle made your back hurt a little.Â
Well, not really. Once you started to feel stiff, you moved into a straighter position. However, you were interrupted by a low and groggy voice.Â
âYou want to get under here?â Steve asked you through half-lidded eyes and his arm moving to invite you to move even closer into his body.Â
Wordlessly, you accepted the offer and went right up to Steveâs body. The book was on his chest while your cheek was at his side. Everything felt so comfortable and domestic â a part of you wished this could last forever.Â
But right then, the storyline of the book went on a different path, to say the least.Â
You see, the prince got hurt whilst fighting off some evil spirits. He was bleeding everywhere and in so much pain. But the companion, a beautiful wolf-demon, was able to heal his wounds to the point where it wouldnât be so life threatening. It was so simple, to use a little magic and bandages in hopes of survival, but the author was able to portray it wonderfully. To thank the woman, the prince moved his arms around her to hold her a warm embrace. It was so sweet, just like the position you were in now. However, it took a turn for the romantics. A little too romantic. An activity you definitely were not currently doing with Steve.Â
The man kissed her sweetly: from her shoulders, up to her neck, then finally landed on her plump lips. It was beautiful, so serene, accompanied by a drawing of the two in bed with locked lips and legs. Slowly, she started to rock against his leg, adoring the pressure against the place no one had touched before. As she gasped into each kiss, the prince smiled in tandem. Even moving his hips to help the lady feel more pleasure. You wondered how that felt, it was only a slight movement of the hips â there was no way it could feel that good.
But you were so wrong.Â
Just as you tried to move positions, Steve moved his leg upwards, moving his thigh right against your heat. It felt so good, to the point where you bit your lip to suppress the whimper that was about to escape your lips. The man next to you, tried to find a better position to sleep in too, moving his legs some more until it found solace as it intertwined with your own legs.Â
Fuck, it felt really good. You tried so hard not to move your hips in tandem so that you could amp up the pleasure. So instead, you continued to read, trying to focus on the writing techniques and nothing else. However, you only began noting the things the characters did with one another. How they whispered sweet nothings as they continued their game to see how long it would take the lady to climax. And you noticed the way you felt warm between your legs, a slight throbbing to seal the deal.Â
Maybe in another world you would wake up Steve and ask him to let you out of his embrace so that you could excuse yourself to the washroom and down. But not in this one. In this world, you were at peace in his arms. In this world, you really didnât care about the throbbing ache between your legs because you were extremely sleepy. In this world, you would convince yourself that it would pass. In this world, the sound of both your hearts beating as one was enough of a lullaby to cause even the most stubborn of characters to sleep. Just as you did now, with the book still on Steveâs chest, and your bodies squeezing closer together.Â
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Steve was an extremely heavy sleeper when he was with you. Most of the time, you would be awake first during these little sleepovers and do something before he even pried his eyes open and then decided to keep them shut because of the sun seeping through the windows. It wouldnât surprise Steve to see you reading at your desk or braiding friendship bracelets when you had that arts nâ crafts phase a couple years ago. This time, however, he was the one who awoke in the middle of the night to movement from beside him. Maybe it was due to some level of paranoia he has gained over the past few years regarding a life that he wishes you would never need to experience. Itâs funny that you were reading books with monsters the world has nightmares about, while he was one of the people who was facing them. He wishes so badly to protect you from all of it. So when you started moving in your sleep, something you never do, Steve felt his body wake up in an instant.Â
His eyes were having trouble fully opening themselves as he could hear faint whimpering sounds coming from you and slight movements near his thigh. It was enough to turn his head to the left to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong per se. If anything this was right out of a perverted fantasy he has had millions of times before.Â
As his eyes finally came into focus at what was in front of him, Steve could only smile and thank the heavens. You were laying in the same position you initially fell asleep in: book held in your hand, it being face down on Steveâs chest on a particular page, while your own face was on the side of his chest. But, the thing that surprised him the most was the grip your thighs had around his own. Slowly, your hips were thrusting back and forth against his leg, humping over and over. Whenever your body hit the perfect spot against your clit, you would mewl against his chest, sending a vibration through his body. Your hard nipples would poke Steveâs stomach once in a while too.Â
Good Lord, he was so distracted by the vision of you thrusting against his thigh, that he didnât realize just how hard he had become. He only noticed it when your leg tensed up and moved towards his crotch, touching the underside and head in the process.Â
You were about to become the death of him tonight.Â
Curiously, he picked up the book you were reading to put it on the bedside table, when the words jumped out at him.Â
âAnd then the prince lifted the dress of the maiden beast. How scary she was to the eyes of the kingdom, but how beautiful she looked with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. She was wet, so wet that it seeped through the layers of clothing.â
Just then, Steve looked down to notice how your wetness was doing the same thing. Your arousal had gone past your shorts and went onto the cotton bottoms he was wearing. But he wouldnât have it any other way.
The man skipped a few paragraphs to see just exactly what the prince and his lady were up to. Words of biting, screaming, thrusting harshly against the wall, even scratches along one anotherâs backs. It was pornographic, it was beautiful, and Steve was shocked that your virgin eyes read through some of this before falling asleep.Â
If only he could recreate it with you. Seeing you moan and move to your lust-filled slumber was more than enough of a dream come true to the man. But this was wrong. So wrong. You both were best friends. He loved you, wished he could be more with you. But he believed that wasnât worthy of you. You were the princess this whole town adored while he was just a former playboy many people seemed to dislike sometimes. There was a part of him that wanted to see how long it would take for you to come against his leg. However, his guilt took over quickly.Â
âWake up, my dove. Itâs getting hot in here.â It wasnât exactly a lie. The mixture of blankets and his arousal made Steve sweat through his clothes easily.Â
âHm? What?â You rolled more onto his chest, your weight atop his body nicely. It would have been the worldâs most comfortable position, one that would start off most of his perverted fantasies about you; however, he had to stop himself from thrusting against your thigh that was now perfectly on top of his hardness. âFeels so nice, Stevie,â you murmured, still half-asleep.Â
âFuck â you really like that, huh?â The man whispered as you looked up at him with glazed eyes. You were still not cognizant that what you were doing was not in a dream.Â
âI feel so warm down there, your leg is massaging me nicely,â you moaned whilst humping some more. âKiss me, please.âÂ
Every move you were doing, every word you were saying, every whimper that came out of your throat â the man has imagined it all before. You were all of his greatest fantasies come to life. He wished so badly to ravish you on the spot and satiate all of the pent-up pleasure your body needed to release. Your lips were swollen now from all of the biting youâve been doing to quiet down your moans; but, good god, the man was going to memorize it all for the sake of his future sessions with his right hand.Â
Steve really needed to stop this, and fully wake you up as soon as possible. This wasnât the normal you, you didnât even realize exactly what you were doing. âPretty girl, no matter how much I want to continue this, we canât.â The words fell from his lips painfully.Â
âWhy not? You donât feel good?â You whimpered as you reached up and put your arms around Steveâs neck, stopping your hipsâ movements all together.Â
âFeels so good, baby,â Steve moaned loudly this time as he thrusted against your leg like he imagined a million times before. It wasn't helping that you thought your face closer to his in order to hear his breathy moans easier. The man was so close to leaning forward and kissing your plump lips. âBut, this isnât a dream, and youâre not fully awake. I donât want you to regret thisââ
The man was going to ramble on and continue to comfort you into waking up fully. However, you got the message loud and clear. So much so, that your heart dropped and you gasped.Â
âOh, Iâm so sorry, Iâll move over t-there â ah.â The moan coming out of your mouth was completely involuntary as you lifted your body up and intended on moving down and away from Steveâs figure.Â
âDid that feel good?â Steve teased, now that you were both fully cognizant of your sleeping status.Â
âI donât know why I did that, Iâm sorry.â If only you could apologize a million times, because you would; your guilty conscience would make sure of it.Â
âYou probably had some sweet dreams, huh?âÂ
Just as you were separated from the man, you heard his words and looked over at his figure. Through the dim lighting of the lamp, you could see that he was holding up the novel you were reading before bed, and it was open to the very scene that inspired any of your hormone-induced movements tonight.Â
âOh no,â you whispered. Looking down, there was a wet spot on Steveâs thigh where your heat was pressed against. He was admiring it as if he were memorizing just how it looks. And he was. âThis is so embarrassing,â you though out loud
âItâs no big deal, dove. Guys have nudie magazines and a video here and there. I would never judge you for a little novel,â Steve chuckled as he sat up to the headboard to mirror your actions.Â
âI didnât know it was going to be like that in the story,â you whispered.Â
âDid you like it?â Your friend was genuinely curious. Throughout your history as friends, you had never even asked him for advice about relationships â this erotic chapter of the novel must have been a shocking first exposure to it all.Â
You thought about the question for a few moments. Remembering the emotions and fire you felt in different parts of your body, you could really only tell him the truth. âY-yeah, I suppose so.â Â
âThen donât feel embarrassed or bad about it,â Steve nudged your shoulder sweetly to make you feel less embarrassed over the situation. âNever thought you were into reading it in front of other people though.â
âDonât tease,â you pouted, putting your head under the blanket to hide from the embarrassment.Â
âIâll stop, I promise. But, you did give me a wonderful way to wake up,â you could hear him smiling just by the sound of his voice.Â
Those words made you slowly peek your way out of the thick blanket to see Steve looming over you with a smirk that teased your soul. The lamp in the room made him glow, while the moonâs beams that were seeping through the blinds made him look like one of the many drawings of the prince in the book you were just reading. It took all the strength within you, not to squeeze your thighs together and satiate the throbbing between them.Â
âLetâs never talk about this again,â you whispered, the blanket still covering your mouth.Â
âIf thatâs what you would be comfortable with,â Steve chuckled as he laid back in his spot.Â
âY-yes, I would be.âÂ
After a moment of awkward silence, you both in regular sleeping positions, Steve wanted to break the ice a bit. âIt is a well-written book. Maybe I could borrow it sometime.âÂ
âYouâre so annoying,â you giggled, grabbing a small pillow on the bed and lightly hitting his chest with it.
âLearn anything while reading? You could use me as a practice dummy.â The man laid on his side now, looking at you as he put on a seductive tone.Â
âYouâre just a dummy, Steve,â you playfully scoffed with a giggle.Â
âThat was the last one, promise. Sweet dreams, dove.âÂ
In truth, Steve wanted you to sleep as quickly as possible so that he could make his way to the washroom and get rid of his hard problem. It was hurting now, even as he tried to think about anything else that would possibly subside his arousal. Your movements and moans will never be erased from his mind. Steveâs imagination was running wild with how you actually sounded as you were feeling pleasure.Â
No one has ever thanked a book more in the history of mankind.Â
âIs that what sex is like?â You whispered into the night, cutting off the manâs thoughts.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Steve replied as he turned to his side to look at you staring up to the ceiling. Â
âIn the book, they talk about it like it happens so fast and hard,â you said the words with a concerned tone while turning your body towards his to face him.Â
âWell, it can be fast and hard if the couple wants it that way. But, taking it slow is nice too,â the man next to you chuckled sweetly.Â
You felt dumb asking the question. For years, you have known that Steve was a lot more experienced than you in the department of relations with the opposite sex. There have been countless times where Steve would tell you about any dates that he has gone on, or imply lewd acts he committed with his girlfriend of the week. And all you would do is nod out of pure curiosity. However, this was the first time you outright spoke about sex with him.Â
âRight, right, that makes sense. It must feel really nice,â you continued your thoughts.Â
âIt does. Everything is so warm and wet. The noises too are something youâll never forget. My hand and imagination does not do it justice sometimes.â Right then, Steveâs mind went through flashbacks of times he has laid in bed with the image of you stuck as his muse. He has imagined the way you would react and moan to things he would do with you. Would you bite your lip whilst looking down between your bodies? Would you whimper in the same way you do when you beg Steve to drive you somewhere and he just had a long day at work? Anything you would do would be erotic, and enough fire for him to reach the happiest of endings. However, by the end, he would pray for the day he could experience the real thing with you. Â
âI wonder what it will be like for me,â you giggled, bringing the blanket close to your face again.Â
âYou got a good idea a few minutes ago,â Steve teased as he looked you up and down.Â
All you could do was hit his shoulder then hide your face into it as he leaned back onto the bed. âIt did feel really, really nice, Steve. Iâm so sorry.âÂ
âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. You liked it, didnât you?â he said, trying to soothe your embarrassment of it all. As he squeezed his arm around you tighter to have you closer to his chest, Steve realized that your bare thighs had found their way around his again. You looked so beautiful cuddling next to him, tightening your legs slowly. âThen, maybe I can help. You didnât get to finish, sweet girl.âÂ
The deepness of Steveâs voice resonated through your entire body as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. His proposal sounded so good. You felt this constant throbbing between your legs that only increased ten-fold every time you and Steve accidentally breathed too close together. As you gripped his chest with your hands, and his thigh with your own â you really craved to continue the pleasure you were feeling moments before.Â
âI didnât even know that I started,â you pouted.Â
âOh, but finishing is one of the best parts,â he teased whilst moving his thigh upwards to massage your cunt slowly.Â
âSteveââ you moaned like music to his ears.
Your friend began to move his thigh up and down to stroke your pussy, hitting your clit from the right angle to make you bite your lip in between whimpers. He held your face sweetly, making sure that he could see how every movement affected you. Steve was sure that the image of your pupils getting darker would be engraved in his mind forever.Â
âMy best friend needs help, and you know I would do anything for you,â he whispered, hovering his lips above yours.Â
âMore, please.âÂ
âSo polite,â Steve teased, quickening his pace and moving one hand to your breasts. âDoing such a dirty thing and now youâre being so nice.âÂ
âI feel so â I feel like I need more,â you said quietly as if it were a desperate plea.Â
Steve squeezed your right breast sweetly, pinching your hardened nipple through the thick sweater fabric. He noted how you thrusted yourself against his thigh and nearly fell onto his lips as you moaned.Â
âIs your body on fire? You feel nice, dove,â he smiled, kissing your cheek to tease you.Â
âSo good. Kiss me, Steve, please.â You werenât sure what took over your body in that moment, but you gripped onto his hair and leaned your lips towards his. Yet, he was the one who kissed you first. It was a kiss that made the angels sing above you, one that you both have been imagining for years and years. Hearing all of the stories of girls in school raving about his talents with his mouth and tongue â a part of you could never believe that he would be that amazing.
But, you were wrong, so wrong.Â
As he kissed you deeply, poking his tongue through to taste you more, you couldnât help but whimper loudly into the kiss. Steve adored it, promising himself to try everything he could to hear every variation of your beautiful sounds. Just when he brought a hand down to your back, urging your hips to move forwards on his leg, you swear you were about to see stars. This is what all the magazines were talking about. This is what all the whispered conversations during girl talk were giggling about. This is what the novel you were just reading was writing about when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. You remembered what the lady did in the book, and decided to emulate her actions. Although you were slowing down your kisses, your hand found its way to Steveâs clothed hardness. It was nearly peeking out of the sweatpant elastic by now which made you gasp in surprise.Â
âGod, what did you learn in that book?â Steve moaned as he felt your delicate hand on him.Â
âThe characters in the story were really good friends too. She was always tempted to be the one who helped him out when he was really stressed out.â You smiled into the kiss, noticing how teasing him only made you wetter.Â
You hand gripped his hardness some more, focusing on the large head that could be felt through the fabric.
âHere I thought that was going to be my job tonight,â Steveâs voice was low now as he kissed you down your neck and moved the hand that was previously on your back, to your front. The shorts you were wearing rode up to tighten upon your cunt. The fabric squeezed your clit, and caused your arousal to get all over the place where your thighs met.Â
Steve pushed the fabric to the side, noticing how you didnât wear panties to sleep, and started to lightly massage your clit. âOh God,â you moaned into his mouth while arching your back.Â
The movement made Steve want to lay you down on your back to have easier access between your legs. Although you whimpered in slight disappointment when you didnât feel the pressure of his thigh, that all went away when the man teased your wet entrance with his fingers before going up to your clit again.Â
âNo panties, huh? Youâre bound to be the death of me.âÂ
âI normally donât wear any to bed if Iâm wearing shorts,â you whispered, moving yourself to feel his fingers more against your nub.Â
âIs it alright if I take these off?â He barely got the question out before you began to nod.Â
Looking at you in all your glory was absolutely mind blowing to Steve. He swears that he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he saw your arousal dripping on his sheets. The light from the lamp made you look like you were glowing, and the man was so tempted to taste what he has been craving for so long. But, he took it slow, circling your clit faster and faster as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. As every moan was swallowed by him, Steve began to thrust himself upon the side of your hip to satiate his arousal.Â
The moment he stopped kissing you for a moment, he wordlessly looked you in the eye, teasing your entrance now with his fingers. With a nod and smile through bitten lips, you gave him full permission to fill your hole that has been desperately throbbing around nothingness. Â
âFeels so good, Stevie. Keep doing that, please,â you groaned as he fingered you deeper and deeper.Â
âAre you close, dove? Are you gonna come? Youâre so tight, can barely fit these two fingers,â Steve teased as he kissed your neck to make you moan louder.Â
âMore â need more.â The grip you had on his hair became tighter as you pushed yourself down on his hand, nearly fucking yourself on his fingers. Feeling so stretched out was a brand new experience. You were never one to masturbate, even when everyone mentioned it was so much fun. Everything from seeing a hot guy at the mall, a rockstar who was shirtless on the cover of a magazine, or the angle of a showerhead accidentally focusing on a sweet spot â none of those experiences ever happened in your life. In truth, nothing ever made you curious enough to even try to see if other things would have a similar effect. But something about this night made you want to experience it all with Steve.Â
The man quickened his pace with his fingers, using one hand to thrust into you while the other massaged your clit sweetly. Your moans echoed through the room as you arch your back in ecstasy. The feeling of Steveâs lips on your throat made you want to thrust against his hand harder, but you were too overwhelmed to move your hips in tandem. Instead, you lifted up your shirt and started to squeeze your lonely nipples.Â
You arenât sure what took over â all you knew was that everything felt so good.Â
âFuck, you really do have the most perfect tits,â Steve whispered to himself when he got up from your neck. He felt your movements and thought something was wrong. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of your swollen nipples, eager for some sort of touch. When he saw your fingers squeeze your right nipple, he could not handle it anymore and dove down to suck on them, leaving marks on your smooth skin.Â
âSteve, everything youâre doing feels so good,â you moaned.Â
âAre you gonna come for me, baby? I know you can do it.âÂ
And you did. Loudly. Just those words, working in tandem with his fingers and mouth, were more than enough to make you orgasm into oblivion. Steve had two fingers inside of you whilst his thumb was massaging your clit in small circles. You barely had the strength to tell him how good it felt since you were shaking below him in pleasure. All you could do was grasp Steveâs hair as he kissed one nipple of yours to the next. It was your very first orgasm, and you were welcoming it with open arms.Â
âSo nice ââ you whimpered incoherently.Â
Steve kissed you, swallowing in your moans of ecstasy. âIâm never gonna get tired of that sound,â he teased as he took out his fingers from inside of you and just massaged your clit as you got down from your high.Â
âSo much better than reading a book,â you giggled as your body calmed down.Â
âMaybe we gotta find you crazier books then,â Steve smiled with you while kissing your soft lips.Â
The kiss became deeper as you embraced one another. Your friend found his way on top of you which felt so surreal. Throughout your friendship, you never believed that some of your naughty dreams that you pushed to the side, would ever come true. Steve was having the same thoughts; however, he never pushed those dreams to the side. More likely, he would take care of any hard problem that was in between his legs. But, kissing you only made him throb harder. Especially now that he knows what your pussy felt like on his fingertips,Â
âAgain â I can take more,â you whispered between kisses.Â
âNeedy girl, you really want to?â Steve asked, making sure this wasnât a dream for him now.Â
âMhm, yes, what if we slipped it in?â your hand moved down his body and to the waistband of his pants. Without even stretching the fabric, you looked up at him with sweet eyes. âWould it feel good too? Maybe just the tip?âÂ
Fuck.Â
Steve needed to calm himself down. He was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, watching you orgasm on his sheets. Even now, as the remnants of your arousal covered his fingers, he wondered how it would feel against his hardness. But, Steve couldnât do that to you now. Especially knowing the fact that it would be your first time. However, the lust that clouded your eyes as you pouted up at him, was convincing him slowly.Â
The conflict on Steveâs face was so apparent that you whispered: âoh, we donât need toââ
âFuck, I want to,â Steve kissed you sweetly. âAre you sure, baby? Sure that you can take it all?â
âYes, yes, I promise you that I can,â you smiled up at him and then bit your lips out of a mixture of excitement and nervousness.Â
You kissed one another again, not being to stand the time your lips were apart from each otherâs. As you did so, Steve brought his hands under your sweater to nearly rip it off of you â leaving you beautifully naked on his plaid sheets. His hands were calling to him, telling him that one day he needed to take a picture of you like this. But, there is going to be another time, surely. Right now, he wanted to satiate your bodyâs cravings. As you stared up at him and squeezed your thighs together, Steve was truly about to combust.Â
âItâs kinda cold,â you giggled as you stared down at your hardened nipples. Then, you sat up slightly to meet his lips again, but not without whispering close to his mouth. âCan I take off your clothes too?âÂ
With those words, Steve helped you take off his tight shirt and sweatpants. Youâve been teasingly touching it throughout tonightâs escapades; however, seeing his hardness in all its glory, stunned you. It was a lot thicker and longer than you initially believed. In truth, there were countless moments where you had gotten a glimpse of his size. Like the times he invited you to his backyard to swim, and he always seemed to choose tighter swim shorts every week. Or the one time he forgot to bring a towel into the shower so you brought one to him, thinking that he was going to keep the shower curtain atop his body for some modesty; however, when you were on your way out the room, he let go of the plastic curtain a bit too early and you saw a definite outline from the side of your eyes. Every single time, no matter how crazy the situation may be, you felt warm all over your body. This time, however, seeing the way it hung and the precum leaking out of it, you were hypnotized to say the least.Â
âOne sec, dove,â Steve whispered as he saw that you were about to touch it. You looked to see that he bent his body to reach his nightstand and take out a little clear bottle.Â
âWhat is that?â You asked innocently as you began to stroke him while he wasnât looking.Â
âI-itâs â fuck â itâs lube. We could use a little if you wanted to,â Steve said seriously before bringing a hand to your arousal and massaging your clit sweetly. âNot sure if we will need much,â he teased.Â
Steve kissed you again, having you lay down on the bed fully. He thrusted his hardness against your pussy a few times, seeing how you reacted to the feeling. You adored it, mewling every time the head of his cock coincided with your clit. In truth, you both could have been doing this for the rest of the night until you two came; however, you were throbbing around nothing and you craved to feel more stretched out than with Steveâs fingers.Â
You broke away from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of lube curiously, before Steve grabbed it and put it in your hands to look at closer. There were times you saw a similar bottle in the drug store and noticed they were next to the condoms and pregnancy tests. You saw that there were big bold letters on the front: âfor her pleasure,â which confused you slightly. But, you decided to give it a try anyways â it must be something good, you guessed.Â
âLet's use a little, Steve.âÂ
âYeah, sure. You want me to put it on?â He asked sweetly as he outstretched his hand.Â
âN-no, I wanna try something,â you smiled up at him before putting a dollop of the gel in your right hand. âYouâre so big, Stevie. Youâre gonna stretch me out so good.âÂ
Your words were hypnotizing the man above you as you circled your hand over his cock and stroked a few times. And to think that he believed that he was to be taking the lead tonight.Â
âF-fuck, dove. Your hands are so soft.â Steveâs moans were making you wetter by the second. You felt your heat throb harshly around nothing, before you moved your hips upwards a little and guided his cock into you.Â
Just the tip â you said the words before.Â
But, fuck, it felt so nice that you both needed so much more. Steve stayed still above you as he watched the way you move your hips to bounce on his cock from below. Inch by inch, you thrusted yourself upon his lube-covered hardness, causing moans to echo through the room as you got stretched out.Â
This was so much better than you both could have ever dreamed of.Â
âSo hard,â you whispered as you got in the last inch and took all of Steveâs cock in.Â
âYouâre taking me so well, dove. So fucking wet,â he said as he kissed you and let you get used to the large size.Â
âFeels nice.â Â
âTell me if you donât like it,â Steve whispered as he kissed your lips one last time before moving his mouth down your neck and finally thrusting his hips into you.Â
Everything seemed to amplify ten-fold. All of the pleasure, moans, tingling, stretching â it all felt so nice. It was if you two were the only people in the world, with the sky changing from a navy blue to a bright orange. Sweet nothings were whispered into the air as you both wanted to give each other the poetic justice you deserved.Â
Steve kissed you every time he heard your moans get louder and louder, wanting to taste your ecstasy. He moved back and forth from kissing your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. It all made you grip his hair tightly no matter where he was focusing on your body.Â
âKeep going please, Steve. Everything feels so full,â you screamed incoherently. Â
âGod, you're throbbing around me. I donât think I can take it.â The man above you was thrusting into you at an increasingly faster pace, missing the feeling of your warm pussy every time he was even an inch out of you.Â
âSteve, I wanna feel you cum,â you whispered before grabbing his hair to have him stop sucking on your nipples in order to look at you.Â
He adored how needy you were. âDirty little mouth, Princess.âÂ
âNeed more â need you to go faster.â
âYou know I've been dreaming about this moment time and time again. Who knew all it would take is a dirty novel, isnât that right?â Steve teased as he reached town and pinched your clit playfully.Â
âYouâll never regret driving me to the bookstore from now on,â you giggled in between whimpers.
In truth, you didnât notice the way you were moving yourself upwards to meet his thrusts. It made Steve bite his lip to stop himself from cumming inside of you prematurely. âDove, you're taking me so well â fuck â better than Iâve ever imagined,â he moaned.Â
âWhat have you imagined? What were we doing?â you asked it so innocently, stroking his chest as he continued to thrust into you.Â
Where did you learn how to do that? â was what he really wanted to ask. Instead, his mind started to blurt out his fantasies.Â
âSometimes Iâd have you like this: fucked out and cock drunk in the middle of the night. Other times it would be me bending you over while youâre studying. Always wearing those tiny skirts with the slit.âÂ
âFor you, I wear it for you. I know the yellow skirt is your favourite, isnât it?â You teased him now.Â
You always noticed the way he would ask you pick things up from the floor, mention that your shoes were untied while he was standing behind you, or the way he would always take off a piece of lint from the back of your skirt â even if you had just used a lint roller on it a few moments before. He loved the way the fabric would sway, and you loved the way he looked at you. It made you feel so warm even on the windiest and coldest of days.Â
One thing was for certain, it definitely felt like such a tease in comparison to how your heart and body felt right now. Â
âYou little minx,â Steve moaned as he thrusted into you faster.Â
âDo you think I donât imagine you ripping my skirt into a million pieces every time you stare at me?â the words fell from your lips breathily while Steveâs pace increased more and more. âYouâre not so good at recognizing mirrors in front of you when youâre staring at the back of my tiny skirt, huh?â
âGod, you like it when Iâm being your perv, naughty girl,â Steve stated.
âMakes me feel nice. Just like this.âÂ
Just then, Steve made sure that his thrusts and massages on your clit were working in tandem with the way your pussy was throbbing on his cock. He could tell with the way you were arching your back more and closing your eyes, that you were bound to orgasm soon. âYouâre so beautiful, dove. So beautiful and taking me so well.â Â
âOh myââ your voice sounded so sweet as you looked up at him with desperation in your eyes.Â
âThatâs it, let it happen,â Steve grunted, making sure to stop himself from cumming so that he could time it with yours. Â
âFaster, please,â you nearly screamed now as everything was hitting you in all the perfect spots.Â
Steve took that as his sign to move faster: from his hands to his hips. He loved to see the way you were reaching your climax on his cock â an image he would never get out of his mind for the rest of his life. You were squeezing his hardness tighter and tighter, with your moans getting louder in tandem. And so, Steve angled his cock upwards to try and hit your sweetest spot inside of you.Â
And he did.Â
Good god, he did.Â
âThatâs it, thatâs my dove.â He chanted over and over as you were shaking beneath him, orgasming harder than you did previously.Â
âS-Steve, fuck.â You rarely swear, but to know that he was the one to cause this little word to fall from lips with such grace â it was the final straw for Steve.Â
He began to cum inside of you, your pussy milking him with each thrust. All of his arousal was filling you up to the point where it started to spill out and glisten all over your thighs. âSo tight,â he whimpered above you.Â
For a few moments, you both came down from your highs. With a few thrusts and kisses, you allowed your bodies and heart rates to calm down as one. It was beautiful and so bewitching to experience it all. You werenât so sure what it would be like now. Being friends for so long meant that you both knew so much about each other. However, now, you two seemed to see a lot of each other too. There was no turning back to what it was before. Not after everything felt so good in this way.Â
You both looked into each otherâs eyes before kissing sweetly, enveloping each other in one last kiss before breaking apart under the morning sunâs rays.Â
âYou are so beautiful,â Steve whispered as he moved to lay next to you.Â
âSo are you,â you smiled while cuddling close to him.Â
âAre you alright?â He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead in the process.Â
âYeah, I guess I feel a little sore,â you giggled as you moved your head upwards to feel your lips on his again.Â
Steve gasped into the kiss, breaking it apart to get some tissues from his nightstand. âDo you need a bath, some water, or food?â He asked whilst wiping the remnants of his climax away on your thighs.Â
âIâm fine, Steve, I promise.â You smiled as he looked at you with the biggest hazel gaze.Â
Truthfully, you looked like a goddess glowing next to him with the dawn reflecting on your skin. He wasnât sure if there were enough words in any dictionary to describe your beauty. Maybe not even from the book you were reading before bed. âHow about you sleep for a bit and then when you wake up, Iâll have all your favourite breakfast foods on the kitchen table?â The offer was so tempting coming from Steveâs lips.Â
âHmm, what if I want to help you?â You giggled. You werenât sure if you wanted to be separate from him for too long. The place in between your thighs was begging for his touch again. âThere is a scene in that book where the prince and the lady were eating breakfast and thenââ
You stopped speaking when you saw Steve reach behind him to find the novel on his nightstand, before flipping pages in the book to see what you were talking about. âMaybe you should read this story to me another day and I can help you every time you get really excited during a scene,â he winked.Â
âAnother day?âÂ
âYes, for now, we could get started on writing the beginning of our newest story, dove. If you would like to, of course.â Steve whispered the words as he hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with each breath that tickled your skin.Â
âIâd really, really love that,â you smiled up at him, bringing your arms around his neck in the process.Â
If one thing was for certain after tonight: both of you found comfort and love in each otherâs arms â and later on in a few different sections of the book store too.Â
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Any chance youâll be updating The Best Kept Secret on the Grid anytime soon?? And if so can there maybe be some focus with Oscar and how well his rookie seasons going? (Podiums & sprint wins etc)??
The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Five
MV, LN, OP x fem!reader Summary: Japan 2023 - the first time both McLarens were on the podium together Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, m x m, foursome, voyeurism, anal, mctwinks. WC: 2.6k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six
The setting was more reserved than usual for an after party. It appeared everyone was still recovering from the massive hangover from Singapore a week ago. Despite not being on the podium for the first time in forever, the biggest upset of the season, Max had still been more than happy to celebrate the race results with you.Â
This week there had been an upset of a whole different kind. Max had been back in his rightful place but it was two McLarenâs that had stood alongside him to receive their trophies.Â
You licked your lips at the thought of sinking your teeth into the rookie again. Some people may have hated having the sprint races, but you had the pleasure of the added company on a Saturday night during those weeks.
âDo you think they fuck too?â
Max looked up from the ruby he was rolling around in his fingers and he dropped the large pendant back into your cleavage where he had hung it earlier. âWho?â
âThe papaya boys.â He followed your gaze to Lando and Oscar who were sitting close together. Landoâs hand covered his lips as he spoke to the rookie and whatever he said brought a blush to the Aussieâs cheeks and a nervous laugh.Â
Max chuckled and drew a hand up your thigh until it disappeared beneath the thin fabric you wore. âGuess weâll find out. Ready to go?â His fingers reached the juncture of your thighs as your legs parted for him and his smirk grew as he found nothing stopping him from touching your pussy.Â
âStupid question, M. Iâm always ready for you.â
Max rose to his feet and the movement instantly caught the attention of the two others who shared the podium with him hours earlier. Lando eagerly jumped to his feet but Oscar was more relaxed as he finished his drink in one go before following. Oscar was always calm and collected, even after his first podium finish in the sprint race before summer break. He was the polar opposite of Landoâs hyperactivity.
âThese walls are a little thin,â Max commented as he led the way to the penthouse suite in the hotel. He sent a smirk your way as he waved his key card in front of the door. âArenât they, baby?â
âWe may have received a noise complaint, or two,â you admitted as you took Lando and Oscarâs hand and pulled them inside with you. âBut Iâm sure between the three of you you can find some creative way to keep me quiet.â
Max closed the door and leaned against it as his keen eyes surveyed the dynamics between the three of you. He made no move to start undressing, in fact he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows before crossing his arms. âHmm, someoneâs in the mood for watching us have fun,â you said with a wink his way.
His lips tipped up into a smirk that left your knees weak. âMake it good for me, baby.â
You moved first, grabbing Oscarâs collar as you pressed yourself against him and crushed your lips to his. His hands immediately found your ass, pulling you tighter to him as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
Not one to forget you werenât alone, you hooked your finger into the necklace Lando wore and guided him closer so you could give him the same greeting. You felt the smile on his lips and when he squeezed your ass you heard his quiet moan against your lips, âBunda.â
You giggled as you stepped back and decided to see how well the teammates really got along. âNow I want to see you two kiss.â
The way they moved together told you they were intimately familiar with each other and despite being the younger one, Oscar took control. You couldnât tear your eyes away from the pretty scene but you felt Maxâs fingers brush your spine as he dragged the zip of your dress down your back.
âI knew it,â you whispered to him as the material pooled at your feet leaving you naked between them. âI knew they fucked.â
Their attention was drawn away from each other and they turned their heated gaze to you, drinking in the skin that had been bared. âWe havenât shared anyone else before,â Oscar admitted with flushed cheeks.
âRelax, mate,â Max chuckled, tracing the curve of your spine with his fingertips until he reached your ass and gave it a short sharp spank. You knew without looking he would have smiled at the gasp you gave. âSheâll show you what to do.â
When he had his first podium in Belgium for the sprint race it had taken the rookie a while to grow comfortable. He was more than up for the night's activities, but was also just content to watch at first and see how Max and Pierre interacted with you. Once he found his place in the dynamic there was no holding back and he had kept you in the throes of ecstasy longer than anyone else. He was always ready to prove he was up for a challenge and tonight would be no different.
âHe knows exactly what to do, M,â you purred as you began to unbutton Oscarâs shirt. âI still have wet dreams from last time.â
Max took a seat in the leather single seater, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched you guide Lando to the large sofa. The back of the British man's knees hit the edge first and he fell down with a grin, his arms reaching to pull you down with him.Â
âI need you both to fuck me, right now,â you shamelessly begged as you straddled Landoâs thighs and sunk down on his cock with a moan. âYou donât know how long I have been waiting for you two to get on the podium together.â
Lips brushed your nape before Oscarâs breath warmed your neck and he sucked at your racing pulse. âYou think you can take us both, baby?â His strong fingers caught your throat as he craned your neck so he could kiss you harshly, a clash of teeth and lips as they parted for his tongue.
âJust fuck me already, Osc.â
âDonât forget to breathe,â he warned.
âFuck,â Max moaned as he unzipped his trousers and stroked himself at the sight before him.
Your head fell to Landoâs shoulder, mouth open in a silent cry. Your back arched and your unprepared body stretched with a delicious burn as Oscar inched himself inside your cunt, brushing his cock along Landoâs.
âBreathe,â Oscar reminded with a chuckle as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. âBreathe or I wonât move.â
You tried to roll your hips but his hold was too strong so you forced a shuddering breath in and out of your lungs. âGood girl.â
Your cunt clenched at the praise and a chorus of deep moans filled your ears as your pussy gripped them even tighter.
âOsc, please.â You buried your teeth in Landoâs shoulder as he begged for the both of you and you were rewarded with the slow, languid rocks of Oscarâs body behind yours. The hands on your hips pulled you to meet each thrust and your eyes fluttered shut at the growing warmth between your legs.
Spreading his legs wider, Lando braced his feet on the ground and began to slam up into you, adding to the already overwhelming sensation of them moving inside you. You were already well on your way to your first orgasm when Lando sealed his lips around your breast and flicked his tongue over your nipple. Fire erupted across your skin and your stomach tightened when you felt his teeth next, a cry of delight quickly being cut off by Oscarâs hand.
âShh,â he chuckled as he muffled the sounds of your pleasure. âDonât want another noise complaint, so keep quiet.â
He eased his hand away and you shared a smirk with Lando before you looked over your shoulder. âMake me.â
Oscar snapped his hips forward as he pushed your face into the crook of Landoâs neck. âTwo brats, huh.â
Suddenly you were empty as Oscar pulled out and tugged you to your feet, a whimper escaping at the loss of their cocks that had stretched you so good.
âOn your knees,â he purred in your ear, pushing down on your shoulder until you sunk into the carpet between Landoâs legs. âLetâs see if you can run your mouth when itâs full.â
Landoâs cock glistened with your juices and he watched as you eagerly wrapped your fist around his thick base and parted your lips for him. The moment you met his ice blue eyes you were reminded of Maxâs, the shade so close thanks to their Belgian heritage. The blue was almost swallowed by his pupils and that black hole grew when you teased him with your tongue.
You licked the bead of precum welling at his tip and as when you took him deeper your own taste coated your tongue in a delicious mix that had you humming. The soft vibrations had Lando screwing his eyes shut and his head fell back with your touch.
âDo you ever get jealous?â Oscar asked Max while he palmed your ass and lined himself up with your dripping folds. âWatching everyone fuck your girlfriend? Or whatever you guys are.â
Your eyes burned as Lando gripped the back of your head and bucked his hips, fucking your mouth.
âWhy would I be jealous?â Max chuckled, his hand gripping his dick tighter, squeezing out another drop of precum that he rolled his thumb through. âWe are all having a good time and enjoying ourselves. Does it matter how it happens?â
You pulled back and wiped your swollen lips as you looked up at Lando. âI donât think I have ever heard him talk so much.â
Your ass smarted with the smack Oscar landed on it and you bit your lip as you moaned loudly. âIs that the best you can do?â
Landoâs smirk grew as Oscar raised his hand. âSuch a brat.â
âLook whoâs talking.â Your eyes fluttered shut as Oscar brought his hand down harder on your ass and your body erupted. Waves of pleasure rocked through you and Oscarâs rhythm faltered as he felt your walls tighten around him.
Your cheek fell on Landoâs thigh as you lost the ability to hold your head up while Oscar still fucked you relentlessly, keeping your body in the rush of the high. Your panting tickled the dark hairs on Landoâs thigh and he squirmed as he stroked his length, running the wet tip of his cock over your lips with a smirk.
âDonât forget about me,â he teased.
Flicking your tongue out, he shuddered as it lapped at the sensitive underside but before you could wrap your lips around him again you were lifted to your shaking feet.Â
âHey, I was enjoying that,â you said with a pout to Oscar as he turned you in his arms and crushed his lips to yours, tongue dominating your mouth.Â
âDonât worry, we are far from finished,â he promised as Landoâs fingers dipped between your thighs to feel how wet you were. Teasingly slow, he withdrew those fingers and held them out for Oscar to taste. Your core throbbed at the sight of him cleaning your essence off Landoâs fingers with a deep hum and a small sound from your lips.Â
âYou liked watching us, didnât you?â Oscar teased with a secretive smile and he leaned closer so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. âDo you want to watch me fuck Lando?â
âYes, please,â you whined with need.Â
âBut I want to watch him fuck you,â Oscar mused, chewing his bottom lip as he debated the conundrum.Â
The throb in your core beat harder at his words and you curled a finger under his chin as you sent him a wink. âLike Max said, Iâll show you what to do.â
You stepped back and looked at Max to see his cheeks flushed pink as he watched you sink back down on Landoâs cock, only this time you were facing away from him. You reached between your legs and dug your nails into his thighs, tugging them open wide as Oscar took a deep breath.Â
âIsnât our little minx clever,â Max chuckled with a proud smile. He had the perfect view of you bouncing on Landoâs cock, your pussy stretched and glistening so prettily. His hand pumped up and down his hard length in time to the pace you set and Oscar knelt between Landoâs legs.
âFuck, yes,â Oscar exhaled as he stole your arousal to used it to prep Lando ready for him.
You nearly came at the vision of Oscar easing his dick into Lando and the sounds in the room grew louder with each inch until he couldnât go any deeper. Bracing your hands on Oscarâs shoulders, you used him to ride Lando, both of your eyes fixated on the way you all moved together, him in and out, and you up and down.
Max rose from the chair, kicking his trousers off before pulling his shirt over his head. You lost sight of him as he walked around the back of the couch but you heard him when he stopped behind you. âLando is a fucking mess.â
Oscar tore his eyes away to peek over your shoulder and a proud smile grew on his face. âOh, he is so fucked out right now.â
Unable to resist, you slowed down and looked over to see the utter bliss on his face. His eyes were half hooded, his jaw slack as he succumbed to the pleasure you were giving him, unintelligible sounds whispered with dry lips from his panting. Behind him Max was barely in a better state with the vein in his temple pronounced as he overstimulated himself. With one hand fisted his cock and the other combed through Landoâs damp hair, tugging the strands until his head fell further back into the cushion and his mouth opened wider.Â
âOh fuck,â you moaned when Landoâs tongue swirled around the tip of Maxâs cock. Your legs were quaking and a fine tremor traced your spine as another orgasm ripped through you hard enough to send colours dancing around your eyes. âFuck, I-I-oh...myâŚgod.âÂ
Oscar had watched your orgasm take hold and couldnât help licking the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit until you were just as fucked out as Lando. Overstimulated, your legs fell twitching either side of his and jolts of aftershocks pulsed down them. Within seconds Lando cried out around Maxâs cock as he came just as hard.Â
âOh, shit, so fucking tight,â Oscar panted as Landoâs orgasm tipped him over the edge and he buried himself as deep as possible before spilling in him.
Max was still trying to hold on, but when you laid back against Landoâs chest and your lips parted with heavy breaths he needed to reach the same high. Pulling out he pumped his fist twice more before grunting as thick ropes of cum splattered Landoâs lips.
âMhmm,â you hummed happily as you caught Landoâs chin and guided his face to yours. You shared the taste of Max with a messy kiss and his cock twitched where it was still buried inside you. âYou papaya boys need to get on the podium together more often.â
Oscar laughed as he fell back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his forehead. âHow does next weekend sound?â
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part four: a wish
Summary: Were you about to go crazy if you started to consider that Yoongi felt something for you?
<part three | part five>
âpairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress!oc
ârating: +18
âgenre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)
âwarnings/tags: slow burn, angst, FLUFF â¤ď¸âđŠš, eventual smut, angst, sexual tension!!!!! flashbacks, ANGST!! mentions of sex đBtw english is not my first language!
âwords: 9.6k
âa/note: hiiii friends!!! i'm glad to say that it didn't take me six months to post this :D. I genuinely went through the most stressful two months of my life so I'm really proud that I could finish this chapter while trying to survive this thing called being an adult!! Anywayy, Iâm excited for this chapter but Iâm MORE EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE⌠đ so please have patience with this story!!! I promise itâs worth it hehehe. As always, you are more than invited to discuss this chapter in the asks, feedback is always welcomed <3 this one is very fluffy i hope you enjoy ittt. (Also if you read a typo, no you didnât)
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Four years ago
Seven days before New Yearâs Eve
Were you too naive to still believe your father when he said that you were granted a wish every Christmas? He used to say that every year when he was still around and you were still a kid, when the clock struck twelve you could wish anything you wanted, as long as it wasnât something material or more presents, you had to wish for something special, something that made you happy.Â
The last Christmas before your father passed away you were seven years old and still believed in Santa Claus. That year, for some reason, your wish slipped your mind, you forgot about it completely. You stayed at your house, watched movies the whole day in your pajamas and at midnight your parents let both you and Simon open only one present before sending you to bed. You remembered how your father chased you to the stairs to tickle you until you cried of laughter and how good the cookies your mother made that night were, perhaps that year you were too happy to remember making a wish, perhaps what you had was enough. When you woke up the next morning, you were sad that you had wasted it, but your father, wise as ever, told you not to worry. He said that it was like you were saving your wish for the next year â maybe then it would be stronger, and maybe, since you waited, you would have a better chance of it coming true.
By the time Christmas came the following year your father was already gone, and with him all the magic of the world. You had to grow up, you stopped making wishes and tried to stop believing in stories, but it was difficult when his words were still at the back of your mind like some sort of tradition every holiday season. Despite knowing that magic didnât exist and perhaps not a single wish of yours had ever come true, you still couldn't help but believe you still had your last wish, and everytime the idea of finally making it crossed your mind, you stopped to tell yourself you could still wait another year, just to be sure.Â
That morning you saw Yoongi leaned over his car, adjusting his cap as he saw you walking over to him and you thought about your saved wish for the first time this year. And then again when he grabbed your hand to drag you out of the room, or when he waited for you at the bottom of the stairs before leaving the house, but you wouldnât admit it, not even to yourself.Â
He dragged you all across your grandmotherâs hometown as if you didnât know it like the palm of your hand, as if the streets werenât filled with kids running and whole families doing last-minute gift shopping, but he didnât seem to care, so for once, you didnât let it annoy you either. You observed the happy families and the kids playing in the snow, and sat in the park for as long as the cold weather allowed.
It was like you entered a trance, you tried to fight the urge to snap out of the moment and talked and talked the whole afternoon about everything and nothing at the same time, Yoongi listened and laughed while playing with the ends of your hair, pushing you closer to the edge of illusion. If you werenât so adamant to stay in that blurry haze, you wouldâve done something to stop him, you wouldâve push his hand away when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you wouldâve hated how easy it was for him to play dumb, how natural it was to touch you without feeling something was wrong. You ignored it instead, you ignored him and his wandering hands and the fact that he didnât dare to mention the moment you shared in the closet, nor the way your noses brushed together, or how his fingers hugged your waist as if you werenât just friends. Even if you wouldâve died for him to say a word about it, to tease you, to attempt to make fun of you just to know that what happened was real and not something you dreamt last night.
If you were really dreaming, you held on to your sleep for a while. When Yoongi found that secondhand bookstore five blocks away from the park, he grabbed your hand when you ran across the street before the traffic lights turned green and stayed inside wandering the aisles with him, you let him lean over to whisper jokes in your ear and you punched his arms when he made you laugh a little bit too loud. You tried to keep your voices low and made a list of books to read the following year. You didnât buy any of them but you read the prologues and the authorâs biographies like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You waited for Yoongi when he started to talk with an old man about a book he needed for college and, when he felt you drifting away, he hooked one of his fingers on the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you close to him again. You felt his hands on your waist, keeping you pressed against the side of your body while he pretended to be focused on the conversation, but he was focused on something else. His long fingers played with the waistband of your jeans as your chest felt tight and your breath felt heavier. Maybe you were beginning to go insane, maybe you had a fever and everything was just a product of your imagination, but a tiny voice inside your head quietly suggested that maybe this time you werenât insane, maybe it was just him.
It was getting dark outside, and you were supposed to be home anytime soon, but he turned his head to you and whispered in your ear that you should save a seat at the coffee shop next door and wait for him while he paid for the book. Even if it was cold and snowing neither of you wanted to return home yet, so you agreed. You made your way to the cute little coffee shop adorned with Christmas lights and sat on a table to wait for him to arrive at the table, until you saw him entering the shop with a book wrapped in brown wrapping paper in his hands.Â
You observed him approaching with your face on the palms of your hands, you watched his eyes scanning the place until they found you in some poor illuminated corner. He smiled, his eyes never left yours as he made his way to your table, and when he sat in front of you, he slid the book towards you.Â
âThis is for you.â He simply said, crossing his arms over his chest like it was no big deal.Â
You frowned, confused. Did Yoongi get you some lawyer book? You didnât know, you grabbed the wrapped book in your hands and scanned it as if you were able to see through the envelope. âThe book you needed for college?â
âItâs not that.â He huffed. âItâs a present.âÂ
You tried to bite back a smile, but you failed. âIs this your way to tell me you forgot to buy me a Christmas present?â You joked, making him roll his eyes.Â
âCâmon, you know me.â He said âI would never give you a Christmas present before Christmas, are you crazy?â
You laughed âSo is this not a Christmas present?â You inquired, teasing him.Â
âIt is a Christmas present, but not the Christmas present that I got for you.â He tried to clarify, and it sounded confusing but you understood him anyway.Â
You nodded, tearing the wrapping paper to reveal that Yoongi just bought you an Anne Sexton poetry book, the title âLove Poemsâ shinned in red on the cover, making you hold your breath for a second.Â
You raised your gaze from the book to find his eyes, which were looking at you expectantly, the same way someone looked at the moon, yearning. The same way you were looking at him.Â
âHow did you knowâŚ?â The question died in your lips.
âI just know.â He cheekily said, and that was enough.
You know me, he said, and you felt your heart aching when you realized that Yoongi knew you too, and it was becoming impossible to escape from it.
You spent these past weeks trying to make it disappear, but there it was again, that strange feeling you felt in your chest, like something tugged from a string tied to your heart to try and steal it away. You were sure Yoongi thought he had his ways with you, that he was some kind of genius that knew exactly what to say and what to do to erase the frown from your face and make you laugh, but the truth was that he didnât need to do much effort to win you over, the truth was that he already had you. He had you then, and he had you now and you werenât sure if that was ever going to change, but today you didnât care, you let him walk you home as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders like that warm wouldnât chill you to the bone when he left.Â
You had successfully gone through dinner without having to answer questions about college, or your future, or anything about yourself at all, part of it was because your grandmother didnât ask any questions to begin with. Maybe you were a bit jealous that she seemed more interested in Eva, your cousin, who was a biochemist and just got engaged, or Aidan, your other cousin, who was just admitted into college, or even Yoongi, who was about to graduate, however, you felt relieved that the attention was not focused on you. You were used to your family thinking that you were a thirteen year old teenager and not a twenty one year adult, the attention was never really on you, sometimes it bounced on you accidentally like a ball and, from time to time, you got to share a glimpse of information about your life, but most of the time your mother answered for you as if you were a kid in the hospital room, trying to include you in conversations and talking about your own projects, and that was enough for everyone.Â
In the past, your mother had sat you down several times to explain that your grandmother was never an easy woman, she reassured you that her judgmental behavior was a reflection of herself, not of you. She always offered to let you stay at home if you wanted to, but you refused only for the rest of the family, you could stand being with your grandmother if that meant being with the rest of them. And you learnt to endure it all: your grandmotherâs judging look, all the talking about your cousinâs achievements, their goals, projects, flawless record, and the fact that everyone seemed to be finding their paths except for you. You had to learn to pretend you were happy for them and not jealous, you took several breaths and moved on, and for a while you thought that after two decades of your life you had finally mastered the art in not giving a fuck about what your family thought about you, until today when you ran to hide in the closet so they wouldnât find you.Â
You had to work on that, you knew that, but at least for now the blatant disinterest for your life spared you from having to explain your life crisis, at least Yoongi was by your side, redirecting attention to him and the real question everyone wanted to ask but no one dared, a question that eclipsed any other topic of conversation: what was happening between the two of you?Â
You looked at him next to you, charming as ever, talking with your uncle across the table. He decided to put on his glasses, his cheeks were pink and the sleeves of his blue sweater were rolled up to his elbows, his arm was casually resting on the top rail of your chair and every time he made a joke he looked at you to check if you were laughing. Every attempt he made to try to make you part of the conversation made your heart swell, but you were more than happy just observing him blending into your family as if he were part of it; you wanted to be as clueless as everyone on the table and believe that Yoongi could be sitting next year at this very same table to be there for you, for a moment you allowed yourself to dream of a reality where he saved you from every family gathering like he was doing tonight.
From the tip of your nose to the tip of your toes you felt warm, almost as if you had a fever. It was probably because you were still wearing your black sweater inside the house or because the memory of the book Yoongi gave you kept your cheeks burning red, or maybe because when dinner was over and your family lingered over the table for the longest time they could, you saw Yoongi tilting his head towards the stairs, meaning it was time to go to bed.Â
There was a couple differences between this weekend and the night Yoongi slept with you after coming back from The Alley, that night you wouldnât have ask him to stay over if you were sober, and he most likely wouldnât have stay if he wasnât high, tonight you had to share the room, but it was impossible for you not to be dramatic and always make big deals out of small things. Unlike you, Yoongi didnât flinch when you told him you were going to sleep in the same room, you failed to remember that you were the one who had a decade-long crush on him and not the other way around.
Now the house was quiet and everyone was scattered around the floors, your cousins were in the living room with your uncle, your grandmother was already in bed, your mom was in the kitchen washing the dishes and Yoongi was upstairs, waiting for you. Before going with him, you changed into your pajamas and went to the kitchen to steal a few cookies that your mother cooked for tomorrow morning. You could wait a few hours more to eat the cookies, but you were desperately trying to look for an excuse to prolong the moment you entered the room you were sharing with the man upstairs.Â
You entered the kitchen, making your mother turn around from the sink to take a quick look at you before coming back to the dishes. âAre you already going to sleep?â She asked, a curious tone on her voice.Â
âYeah, but I wanted to grab a few cookies first, is that okay?â You inquired, already opening the cabinet above her head to grab a big plate.
âJust a few, remember theyâre for everyone.â She warned, and you hummed in response, knowing that you were going to grab more than just a few.Â
The room fell silent for a moment, you heard the water running and your dragging feet making their way to the cookies on the counter before she raised her voice again. âAre they for you and Yoongi?âÂ
You hummed again âYes, just a few, I promise.â You said, grabbing what it seemed to be a whole batch of cookies to put on the plate.Â
You tried to be quick, putting an extra cookie for the road between your teeth and turning around to escape from your mother before she could see you and scold you for stealing way too many cookies. Trying not to make any noise, as if that could make you invisible, you made your way towards the door to escape, but when you thought you were about to succeed, you heard the nickname your mom used for you from the corner of the room, stopping you in your tracks.Â
âWait, darling.â You heard her tone of voice, surprised that it wasnât annoyed, but rather motherly.Â
You turned around slowly with your guard up, as if in that way she wouldnât notice the cookie between your teeth. You took it out of your mouth, hiding it behind your back.
âYes?â You answered, remaining calm. You would not give yourself away when you already made this far.Â
She closed the faucet, turning around to face you. Her eyes fell upon you, offering you an apologetic smile, which was weird, it was the kind of smile she gave you when she knew she was about to upset you. It wasnât the kind of face someone who was about to scold you would make, she looked hesitant, almost worried.Â
âI wanted to-... I mean, I wanted to ask you about something.â She said, stumbling with her own words. Her eyes were not focused on the plate on your hands, not even in your face completely, like she was trying to avoid your eyes. You felt a rush of nervousness running down your body and quickly dissipating, you didnât know why.Â
âAbout what?â You inquired, wiping the crumbs from your mouth.Â
She sighed, playing with the towel in her hands to keep her hands busy. âI know you donât want me to be all over your business, and Iâm aware you are not a teenager anymore, but I canât help worrying a little bit.â She explained, or at least she tried.
You frowned, more confused than ever. The conversation seemed to be taking a completely different path than you thought five seconds ago.Â
âWhat do you mean, mom?â You said, taking a step forward, what did this have to do with the cookies?
Your mom pursed her lips, hesitating for a microsecond until the words finally came out of her mouth. âYou are already a woman, darling, so I wanted to know if you are⌠cautious.â She pronounced, making emphasis on the last word and letting it sink in the air, but you still didnât understand what she was talking about.Â
âCautious with what?â You must've looked like a total fool, asking once again what she meant, but your mother seemed to want you to understand without having to explain.Â
She shifted in her place and you saw a flash of embarrassment in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. âWith Yoongi, I mean.â She said, making the name resonate in your ears âI know youâre both adults and you can do whatever you want, but I wanted to make sure that you are using protection.â
The realization fell upon you like a ton of bricks, each word she uttered felt like a different punch to your stomach. You opened your eyes widely, almost choking with your own spit. âWhat? No, mom-â You wanted to interrupt her, but she was quick to talk over you.Â
âI just want to make sure!â She said like she was apologizing âI donât mean to be invasive, but itâs important to me that youâre being safe.â
You winced, feeling your face burning as you began stuttering âMe and YoongiâŚ-We are not, I mean-â
âHoney,â She stopped you, looking at you like she was a sex education teacher trying to explain why you should use protection. âI was not born yesterday, I see things happening, and believe me, I have no problem with you sharing a room, but I canât help but ask.â
You were left completely speechless, and her constant interruptions while you were trying to finish a sentence were not helping. You racked your brain to find a logical explanation, but you were incapable of forming a decent sentence when she was looking at you like she was a doctor. The fact that your mother thought that you and Yoongi were having sex made your stomach squirm, and how she stated that it was obvious left your head spinning. Did she see you today in that closet and immediately assumed you were⌠fucking? God, that sounded so bad, so incredibly embarrassing. You still felt yourself blushing when you thought about that moment, you couldnât even fathom the idea of seeing him without a shirt, less alone having sex with him.
âMom, please. You donât have to worry, really.â You tried to explain, but that was not enough to leave your mother content, by the look on her face you knew she didnât believe you one bit.Â
âI know I donât have to worry!â She defended herself âYoongi is a great boy, and I trust you⌠But you know, if things get a bit too frisky...âÂ
You closed your eyes shut, trying not to picture that in your mind, âGod, mom, donât use that word!âÂ
âSorry! I mean⌠You know what I mean! I hope youâre using protection, no matter the circumstances.âÂ
You took a deep breath, ninety percent sure you were about to die of embarrassment, but with your last breath you made sure to be clear with your mom so tonight she would sleep peacefully âBelieve me, mom. You donât have to worry, nothing happened between Yoongi and me, I mean it.â
You could see it in her eyes, she was not convinced, and she was right to be so. That was a lie, and she knew it. What happened today was not ânothingâ, and your mother knowing that only made your cheeks burn.
âFine.â She said, struggling to let the conversation go âBut if something does happen⌠Be safe, okay?â
You nodded repeatedly, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. âYes, of course.â You promised, but the idea of that ever happening sent a chill down your spine, you tried to shake that thought as far away as you possibly could.Â
Your mom smiled and you took it as your cue to go. You tried to walk away, but before you reached the door, she spoke again.Â
âAnd darling?â She said, making you turn around to see her. âI know you donât like coming here without your brother, so thank you for coming anyway.â
âItâs fine, mom.â You said, and it was true. âAt least Yoongi made up for it.â
She smirked, suppressing a laugh. âOh, Iâm sure.â
You rolled your eyes, in disbelief. âYup, Iâm going now, goodnight!â You said, finally escaping from the conversation. You heard your momâs laugh in the distance as you closed the door behind you to run upstairs.Â
Present
When you visited Simonâs apartment for the first time you could clearly notice it was a boyâs apartment from the lack of decoration, the lack of food in the fridge and the amount of boxes still unpacked weeks after moving in, but after you entered through the door tonight you saw a completely different version of it. It was a part of him that you missed out when you were gone, now there were plants on the living room and traces of Florence all over the place, like her purple slippers on the door and the purple toothbrush on the bathroom, her scrunchies on the entryway table and the framed picture of her beside them. You found it endearing, it was like a secret world made just for the two of them, a proper home.Â
âWhen is Florence coming back?â You asked, leaving your bag on the couch.Â
Simon took off his shoes, wandering through his house as he turned all the lights on âOn Monday.â He replied.
You made a mental note to leave on Monday, even if Simon repeated a thousand times that it was okay for you to stay there on the way here, you didnât want to intrude in his life. Instead you decided it would be easier to intrude in Minnieâs life, whoâs apartment was big enough for the two of you, the only person she shared her apartment with was not an actual person, it was just her orange cat.Â
 âI was supposed to go with her.â Your brother kept talking âBut me and Yoongi are behind on some work and I had to stay⌠Well, Iâm the one whoâs behind, really. Yoongi is just helping me.â
You did not forget that Simon and Yoongi worked together at the same law firm downtown ever since they graduated. You knew that Yoongi got the job as soon as he graduated and then he was followed by your brother, after years it was still impossible to keep them apart, which had become a problem for you.Â
You nodded but didnât say anything about it, you reasoned that Yoongi was still working before arriving at your house, that explained the clothes, the shoes and the messy hair. You sighed just by thinking about it, at least dinner was over, at least your first encounter with Yoongi after four years wasnât the worst thing that happened tonight.Â
It was impossible, but you tried not to think about it too much. Yoongiâs presence was some kind of collateral effect that came with your life, it was too late to detach him from it, but you still tried to run away from it for years and years, only to come back and still find him here, talking to you like nothing ever happened, like you were still friends.Â
Yoongi and you were always on different stages of your life, on different places, on different paths, but you seemed to agree on one thing: keep everything secret, no one needed to know what happened between the two of you, that was why Simon was always talking about Yoongi when you called him, that was why he couldnât stop talking about it him now, he didnât realize that you didnât want to know anything about his best friend, you could never told him why.
You followed your brother to his guest room as he talked and talked about how smart Yoongi was and how he was capable of taking so many different cases and not dying in the process, how nice it was to work with his best friend and blablabla. You swore that if you heard the name one more time you would explode, so you decided to drastically change the subject of the conversation, you were willing to say anything to take his name out of your brotherâs mouth. It took a second, but when the room fell silent, you looked at your feet, a bit unsure, gathering enough courage to finally say what youâve been meaning to tell him since you arrived home.
âIâm sorry for not telling you about the proposal.â You softly spoke, and Simon, who was looking for a blanket in the closet in the corner of the room, turned his head to look at you. âI wanted to tell you in person, but I wasnât planning for that article to come out, I didnât want the whole world to know.â
Simon left the blanket on the bed, turning his body to look at you more clearly. âMom told me that you think Ian leaked the newsâ He mentioned, and you nodded, at the risk of looking crazy.Â
âSally suggested it.â You confirmed, sitting on the bed âAnd if he didnât, heâs fine with it anyway. He doesnât care if people see me as this bitch who broke his heart, I might as well be.âÂ
He looked at the wall behind you, confused. âI think I missed a chapter here.â He said, sitting on the edge of the bed âMaybe more than one. Werenât you in love with him?â
You wanted to grab a pillow, bury your face on it and scream as loud as you could, but for the sake of looking like a sane person you contained yourself. âI thought I was.â You said sincerely. you believed there was a time when you were sure you were in love with Ian, there were moments you thought that the good things about him could outweigh the bad things, but deep down you knew that if you were really in love you wouldnât have to do all that math, you wouldnât have to fight to ignore his arrogance and his big ego.Â
âAnd when did you realize that you werenât?â He continued to ask âOr when did you realize he was a jerk?â
You scoffed, bitterly. âI guess I always knew both, I tried to make it work regardless. I enjoyed being with him for some time, but then he planned an engagement party full of people I didnât even know. He didnât care to call any of you and expected me to say yes⌠Does that say more about him or me?â
He kept quiet, not knowing what to say, but you already knew the answer.Â
âIan was an asshole, kid. He was jealous of you, of your family, of your job, none of us understood why you were with him.âÂ
âThat was not what I asked.â You laughed, rolling your eyes. âIan was a prick, I get it, but I wasnât much better either.â
âYou canât make me think you deserve each other, are you kidding?â He said.Â
âI canât blame him for everything, I made my own bed.â You huffed âI was terrible and it took me almost four years to snap out of it, that was not his fault.âÂ
âYou are right, but youâre here now, arenât you?â He reminded you, calmly. âIsnât that whatâs important?âÂ
You began to become exasperated âCâmon, Simon, donât try to be nice, youâre supposed to be mad at me.âÂ
âI am mad at you.â He corrected you, sending a chill down your spine âYouâre working all the time, you never call, never text back, we barely see you and the only way to know about your life is when we read some article saying you broke up with your boyfriend because he proposed to you, are you kidding? Of course I am mad, but because I miss you.â
You felt a wave of regret hitting all your senses, suddenly your eyes were burning with tears and you are not supposed to cry, you knew that, but the single tear that slid down your cheek was quicker than any thought that could cross your mind. Somehow, you wished your family hadn't noticed how absent you'd been these past few years, that they just shrugged and said âthatâs just herâ and forgot about it, it was not necessary to look at Simonâs face to know that he couldnât just forget about it. He loved you, your mother loved you too, you didnât have a family that you would want to run away from, but you did it anyway,
âIâm sorryâŚâ You murmured, looking at him with eyes full of regret. âIt wasnât you, it wasnât any of you, it was me. I was so angry when I left, I didnât know how to handle it.â
You wouldnât trade your career for anything, it was one of those few things that made you happy, but after years of trying to convince yourself that every decision you made for the last few years was the right choice, this was the first time that you admitted that maybe you werenât thinking clearly when you decided to move to the city and never look back.Â
Simon frowned, thinking about it twice before asking âWere you angry, bug?â
You tilted your head, giving him a sad smile, hoping that it could explain everything.âI was quite angry, yes.â You answered âNot at you, though.âÂ
âAt mom?âÂ
âMaybe a little bit at mom, yeah.â You laughed, shaking your head. You sighed deeply, letting the silence sit in the room for a moment before you could put in order all the things you wanted to say. âI remember when I told her I left college she looked at me like I finally lost my mind, it was like she saw it coming, you know? Me, again, being lost, it was not a surprise, but rather something she would expect of me. I know she was just worried and I know I can be a lot sometimes, but it hurt anyway. I don't blame anyone, Simon, but all I needed was someone to believe in me and no one did. I had to leave.â Something ached inside your chest because that was not the whole truth, but it was all you could say tonight, you couldnât say that Yoongi was also one of the reasons. âIâm not trying to justify myself.â You mumbled âIâm just saying that I was so angry that I didnât realize how many mistakes I made.âÂ
The silence that took over the room was so strong it made your stomach squirm. You shifted in your place, but Simon stayed there, with his gaze lost somewhere in the room as he processed what you just said.Â
âI always believed in you, you know that?â He spoke, causing your head to snap up towards him. âI know a lot of people tried to tell you that you werenât, but youâve always been special and Iâve always seen it.âÂ
âI know you did.â You sighed. âBut I was being so stubborn, I walked away and Iâm so sorry.â
âI know you think youâre too much, but youâre not.â He continued talking âMaybe mom just wanted everything to be simple, for her kids to go to college, graduate, get a job and a home and never have to worry about whether they are choosing right or wrong ever again. But youâre not simple, bug, youâre extraordinary and talented and too brilliant to stay still, but youâre not too much, not for me.âÂ
You held back a sob, feeling ridiculous. âIâm sorry.â You said, once again, because you havenât said it enough times.
âItâs okay now, I mean it.â Simon reached for your hand to squeeze it tightly.Â
You sniffed âGod, I should be comforting you for being a bad sister, not the other way aroundâÂ
âI donât need to be comforted, Iâm okay as long as youâre here.â He tried to cheer you up. âAnd you were not a bad sister, you were sad and acted shitty.âÂ
You smiled, because you told Simon that you were angry but instead he heard that you were sad, you didnât feel like correcting him because he wasnât so wrong about that.Â
âIâm sorry.â You repeated once again like a scratched record, making him laugh. âAre you still mad at me?â
âNo.â he replied, âBut only if you promise not to disappear again.âÂ
You raised your hand, extending your pinky finger in front of his face. âI promise you, Simon, I will not disappear again.â
Simon tangled his pinky with yours, making your promise impossible to be broken, and your soul felt at ease for a moment.
âFine, good enough for me.â he said, throwing himself back onto the bed. âNow I want to hear everything about the proposal, and I want you to describe to me exactly the face he made when you said no.â
You laughed, throwing yourself on the bed the same way he did and tried to summarize the last three years in just one night. Only for today, your body did you a favor and your head stopped spinning at least for now. Something began to feel right.
Four years ago
Seven days before New Yearâs Eve
You could hear the radio at the end of the hallway in your grandmotherâs room, softly playing jazz to cancel out the outside noise. Not everyone in the house liked the radio, your cousins always said that it was annoying and kept them awake, but it was still one of those old habits of your grandfather that remained in the house even if he was no longer here, so you liked it. The music inevitably seeped under the door of your room, Yoongi hummed some Frank Sinatra song as if he knew the lyrics to it, making you laugh and beg him to stop.Â
You know itâs almost midnight, as your roommate just informed you, but you didnât want to turn the lights off yet. All of the cookies already disappeared from the plate, Yoongi was laying on his side the same way you were and the lamp on the nightstand warmly lighted up his brown eyes, you couldnât help but feel you were not supposed to be in such presence, his messy hair and the loose white shirt he wore to sleep, his sleepy eyes, his pink lips; it looked just like the kind of view that was bound to haunt you forever.Â
The nightstand that separated you was not far enough to stop that pull from the string in your chest, not when he was looking at you like that, his gaze fixated on yours like he didnât want to leave you awake alone, and neither did you. You felt yourself shaking because, what was the version of you that existed when you were asleep? And what happened inside his head when you were not there? What was happening inside his head right now?
Did you cross his mind the same way he crossed yours? When you finally fell asleep, would he remember that moment in the closet or would it be just water under the bridge? Did he spend every waking second of the last seven hours thinking of that fleeting moment when you could almost feel his lips on yours?
Or was that just you?
The night was fading away, your eyelids were getting heavy but you still couldnât find the will to sleep.Â
âIâm sorry for today.â You almost whispered, gathering enough courage to mention the little accident âIâm sorry for dragging you with me to the closet.â Â
He smiled softly, closing his eyes for a second. âItâs okay, it was cozy.â He teased you, making you groan in annoyance. He laughed loudly at your reaction, annoying you even more. âIâm serious, it was okay.âÂ
âWas it really?â You asked him âWasnât I being silly?â
âIt's okay being silly sometimes.â He assured you, but that did not ease that anxious feeling in your stomach. He seemed to see it in your face. âWhatâs wrong with being a little silly? I wouldâve run from your grandmother, too.âÂ
You bitterly laughed, covering your face with the palms of your hands âStop, Iâm being immature.â You groaned âIâve got to get my shit together.â
âCâmon Pinky, you have to stop with that.â He said.Â
âI would if I could.â You remarked.
âDidnât you say you were going to get your shit together after the holidays?â He reminded you âWhy are you worrying right now?â
Yoongi was right, that was the initial plan, but ever since you came back home everything was pointing in different directions and it was beginning to drive you crazy, it was like the universe was forcing you to think about it, it was not letting you run away from it, not even temporarily. First, it was Yoongi, showing up every few days at your doorstep, grabbing your hand, squeezing your legs, whispering things in your ear like he wanted you to go insane, it was Minnie, offering you a job, talking about The Alley, saying you were supposed to be on the big screen, and then it was your mother, expecting you to make up your mind once for all. And still, you had your whole life ahead, why were you worrying right now?
âI donât knowâŚâ You sighed âWhat if I come back next year and the plan was not good enough? What if I end up hiding again from everyone?â
Yoongi shifted in bed, curious âDo you have a plan, Pinky?â The nickname rolled off his tongue softly, you swimmed in the tenderness of his voice, something about it made you want to tell him everything.
âNot really, I mean⌠It all sounds so bad.âÂ
âYou have a plan.â He affirmed, smiling âI want to hear it.â
âItâs not a plan.â You contradicted yourself âIf it were a plan, it would suck.â
Yoongi hummed âItâs something like a plan, then.â
You scrunched your nose, unsure. âYeah, but not quite like a plan, something like aâŚâ You said, but the words died on your lips before you got the chance to finish.Â
âSomething like a dream, then?â He continued to ask, but you shook your head.
âSomething close.â You expressed, unable to find the right words to explain your thoughts. You stayed silent for a second, believing he was beginning to lose interest in the topic, until the words slipped past his lips like a spell.
âSomething like a wish.â He pronounced, and he was not asking, it was almost like he knew.Â
You thought there was not much difference between a dream and a wish, but in this case, there was.Â
You smiled at him, nodding, somehow you felt you could trust him with all your secrets âYes, like a wish.â You affirmed, and it felt like a confession. âI donât know Yoongi, have you ever stayed up late and planned something but when you woke up next morning you felt it was stupid? Well, I do that every night.â
âIâm sure that whatever it is, itâs not stupid.â He said, making your heart swell. Â
âI would like to believe youâŚâ You murmured âDo you have a dream, Yoongi? Something youâre too scared to wish for?â
You could see him think about it for a moment, but his eyes were still connected with yours. Oh, how you wished to be inside his mind right now, read his thoughts, witness his dreams, know all his secrets.
âYes.â He confirmed, âBut I canât talk about them out loud right now.âÂ
You laughed, biting your bottom lip. âOkay, fair. What about those you can say out loud?â
âIâm not going to tell you because youâre going to laugh.â He pouted, making you frown.Â
âLaugh?â You repeated, sounding more offended than you actually were. âI would never, câmon.â
He raised an eyebrow, testing you âYou sure?â
âOf course, donât piss me off.âÂ
âFine, fine.â He let out a long sigh, believing you. âMy wish would be⌠to stop time for a while. Sometimes I believe I canât think when timeâs running, all I do is study and come home to my mom, there is very little time that I have for myself.â Â
You felt your chest tighten, but it didn't surprise you that Yoongi felt this way. He already mentioned to you that, even if taking care of his mother didnât feel like a burden, he still felt he was missing out on so many things.Â
âAnd what would you do if time stopped right now?âÂ
Yoongi shifted his eyes for a moment, and you almost missed it but you saw it, the urge to hold back and the words getting stuck on his throat.Â
âMmmâŚâ He hummed, âIâll go to the beach.â
âIn winter?â
âYes, I wouldnât care.â
âAnd where else?â You continued to ask.
âHonestly? Iâll go anywhere but home.â He confessed.
âWhatâs wrong with home?â You of all people knew exactly what was wrong with home, but you wanted to hear why he thought that.Â
âHome itâs okay,â He waved off. âIt just feels like I spent my whole life there. I went to college expecting something to change, and a lot of things did but I still feel like something else is supposed to happen, like there's something else for me to see.âÂ
It was looking in a mirror, it was the same thing youâve told him a few days ago but in other words, in another tone. Yoongi sounded resigned, like his wish was clearly something that was not meant to happen and he needed to come to terms with it, nothing could ever make you more sad.Â
âThereâs plenty for you to see, Yoongi, are you kidding?â You chuckled âYouâre twenty five, youâre barely grasping life.âÂ
He scoffed, bitterly, âItâs not that easy.âÂ
âOf course it is easy, do you know itâs not necessary to stop time to go to the beach?âÂ
âI know, Pinky.â He agreed, âBut what does it feel like running away?âÂ
âRunning away would be so bad?â You asked, hearing the question echoing in the room, letting you know that maybe it was something you werenât supposed to wonder out loud. Yoongi didnât dare to ask such a question, but you seemed determined to make his wish come true, maybe you were the only one who could do it.Â
âDonât ask me.â He said, looking at the ceiling to avoid your gaze. âDonât act like running away isnât your wish as wellâÂ
You snorted, immediately grabbing a pillow and threatening to punch him in the face with it, but Yoongi is quick to cover his face with his arms.
âDonât!â He protested, laughing.
 âDonât expose me like that!â You whined, embarrassed.Â
âWhat, am I wrong?âÂ
âMaybe youâre notâŚâ You dared to answer, leaving the pillow on the bed again âBut how do you know?â
âI told you, Pinky.â He murmured âI just know.â
You shook your head in denial, how could it be? Were you really that transparent or Yoongi really just knew?Â
âWhat else do you know?â You continued to ask, curious.Â
He pretended to think about it, pouting his lips and looking at the ceiling as if the answers were to fall from the sky. His eyes shifted towards yours, tilting his head âI know that you would run away to the beach with me if I asked you to.âÂ
A giggle was built in your throat, you laughed nervously as you tried to decipher if he was joking or not, even if Yoongi could see right through you, it was a bit difficult for you to do the same with him.Â
âI donât know about that.â You said, ignoring the way your heart was beating against your ribcage. âDo you mean in⌠an hypothetical scenario?âÂ
âItâs a hypothetical proposal.â He answered.
âIâll have to check my schedule first.âÂ
A smirk tugged from the corner of his lips. âWhat about⌠two weeks away from now?â
You did the calculation in your head, but you already knew that by then Yoongi would have to go back to class, so you doubted. âWhat about the semester?â You asked, trying to be the voice of reason. âYour last semester, might I add.â
âThat could wait.â He did not hesitate âIsnât it part of running away? Leaving things behind?â
You laughed âAnd what would people say about me, then? That I made you leave college, nuh-hu.âÂ
âHere we go again with that.â He rolled his eyes âI donât care what people say and, besides, Iâm not leaving college, Iâm⌠postponing it.âÂ
That didnât sound like the Yoongi you knew at all, but then again, this whole conversation didnât sound like anything Yoongi from the past would say. A thousand questions crossed your mind, like what do you do on the beach in winter? Wouldnât being alone be a problem? What are you going to talk about, where are you going to stay? If you say yes, would he grab your hand when you crossed the street, would he try to kiss you again?Â
You crossed your arms, thinking about it, not daring to agree right away, but how could you say no? When he was looking at you, convinced that you would say yes.Â
You opened your mouth, not sure what you were going to say but still ready to answer, and before you could utter a word, he interrupted you. âRun away with me to the beach, Pinky.â He asked in a soft tone, looking at you with warm eyes and warm words, making your heart shake violently in your chest âOnly for now, I promise Iâll make it worth it.â
You smiled, ignoring that little person inside you that tried to warn you about something, but you werenât sure about what because all you could feel was your heart racing. âFine, Iâll follow you for now.â You simply said, trying to sound as cool as possible âLetâs run.âÂ
In that moment you forgot about years and years of disappointment and failed dreams, failed wishes, you ignored the reality, deciding everything was false and true at the same time. You didnât need to look at the clock to know that it was midnight, something inside your chest sparkled and told you it was time to make your wish, and for some reason, you listened. It echoed in every corner of your mind, your wish was the beach in winter.Â
Four days before New Yearâs Eve
Two weeks ago, when you bought Yoongiâs Christmas gift, you thought about it like a farewell. You stood in the shop and talked to the tall man with the long face and chose the gift as you tried to convince yourself this was a way of saying goodbye to him.Â
That Christmas morning Yoongi tore the brown wrapping paper and opened the long box to find that you decided to give him a red tie. It wasnât bright red, it was deep dark red, red like a rose. It came with a notebook and a pen with his initials on them. In your mind, you were giving away that version of him that lived in your head and clung to your thoughts and clung to your heart, that version of him you could never let go. Yoongi was about to graduate, he was about to become officially a lawyer, an adult, a man, he wasnât that boy you fell in love with years ago, he was a wish you had to let in the past and your gift was just a way to remind you of it. You had a purpose, a plan, you had everything figured out until he decided to ask you to run away with him, until you said yes.
His gifts for you were a vinyl copy of Is This It by The Strokes, two tickets to watch When Harry Met Sally at the Alley the following week and a pair of red gloves for the rest of the winter.Â
Yoongi looked at you and smiled like you both knew something everyone else in the room didnât. âThe gloves match with the tie.â He had said.
So now you had no plan, what you did have though, was a bunch of pictures of several locations Yoongi thought of booking for your trip to the beach. You were doomed.Â
You thought the only person in this town who could possibly understand what you were going through was Minnie, the only person in the world who knew about your feelings for Yoongi, and the only person who you could call a friend at the moment.Â
You werenât expecting to see Minnie again when you saw her at The Alley a few weeks ago, but she had different plans; it was like she forced you to be her friend again. You tried to stop thinking you didnât deserve it, you had to swallow your guilt and accept her friendship, and after a few five hour calls filled with gossip, you ultimately decided not to be against it, even if she called you everyday and still talked nonstop about that audition in the city, talking with her felt like you were still fifteen, and you liked it.
That night, as she raided her closet looking for a dress for you to wear at the New Yearâs party at The Alley, you sat on her bed and gave her a run down of everything that happened with Yoongi since you came back home, it didnât take her much to get you to admit that you were still in love with your brotherâs best friend, so you might as well be honest and tell her everything.Â
âYouâre being stupid right now, sweetheart.â You heard her muffled voice from inside her closet. The next thing you saw was a piece of fabric flying in the air and landing at your feet. You grabbed it, putting in front of you to reveal a short pink dress that you would never, ever wear.Â
You snorted, leaving the dress on the pile of clothes that you already rejected. You seemed to forget that Minnie was not the most adequate person to talk about âboy stuffâ, perhaps because she was way too honest. You didnât know whether it was a mistake or not to tell her about the trip to the beach, because all the questions she was asking and all the things she was stating to be true were thoughts you were desperately trying to avoid.Â
âHe wants to fuck you, I donât know how else to tell you this.â She said, walking over the clothes to make her way to you. You threw yourself on the bed, covering your face with your palms âI mean, I wish I could only tell you that heâs head over heels for you, and honey, that he is, but he also wants to fuck you.â
You groaned, kicking your feet. âGod, you make me want to throw up.â
âOf excitement, Iâm assuming.â She affirmed âIâm telling you, thereâs no way youâre going on a trip alone and come back without having fucked.â
You looked at her, begging her to stop talking, but she was not finished. âStop!â
âPicture this.â She ignored you, forming a rectangle with her fingers and looking right through it as if she was directing a scene from a movie âFirst scenario, a storm causes the power to go out, thereâs no electricity, you have no way to be warm so you sleep in the same bed to warm up, thereâs tension, you look at each other and kiss, you fuck.â
âOkay, I donât see that happening.â You shook your head.Â
âSecond scenario, you just finished showering, you go out of the bathroom wearing only a towel because you think heâs not there, but he is! He sees you, you kiss, you fuck.â
âThatâs not⌠That sounds like porn.âÂ
âThird scenario!â She exclaimed.Â
âFine, thatâs enough.â You stopped her, waving your arms in the air.Â
âNo, you have to prepare! And when it happens you will know that I was right.â Your friend insisted, but you refused to let any of those ideas in your mind.Â
âWhat if youâre not?â You wondered âWhat if he just wants to be my friend and Iâm just imagining everything?â
âBut you are not, are you kidding?â She laughed âThat man is clearly in love with you, why are you convincing yourself otherwise?â
You felt Minnieâs body sitting right next to you, causing you to sit back on the bed to look at her face to face. You were sure you were about to start crying out of frustration. âI donât know, what if I get hurt?â
Minnie pursed her lips âBaby, I canât answer that question at all, but you have to take the chance.âÂ
You groaned, annoyed. âI donât want to take the chance.â You whined âI was fine before seeing him again, I wasnât even thinking of him.â
âThat is a lie,â She laughed, mocking you. âWe both know you never stopped being in love with him, now you have him in the palm of your hand, do something.âÂ
Minnie stood up again, looking for another piece of clothing on the floor as you kept silent, wondering if any of that could be possible. Did you really have him in the palm of your hand? Was he in love with you and you were being stupid for believing that he wanted to be just friends?
âWhat should I do?â You asked her, hoping that the redhead in the room knew all the secrets of the universe.Â
âInvite him to the New Yearâs party and wear a hot outfit, how about that?â Minnie offered, like that could answer all your prayers.Â
âWould that resolve all my problems?â You joked, talking to the sky.Â
âCâmon, he literally asked you to run away with him, donât you find that a little bit hot? Donât you really think that was not code for âI want to fuck youâ?âÂ
You laughed âYoongi is not like that!â You protested.Â
âI hate to break it to you, but you are hot.â She insisted, throwing another piece of clothing at your face. âAnd if Yoongi is not blind, he knows that, and letâs not forget the most important fact here.âÂ
âWhich isâŚ?â
âHeâs in love with you, letâs start wrapping our heads around that.â She simply said âOnce thatâs done, you invite him to the New Yearâs eve party at The Alley, you wear a hot outfit and confront him about it, tell him to stop playing around.â
You grabbed the dress Minnie just threw at you, which was another short dress, but this one was actually cute. It was black and was covered in black sparkly sequins with thin straps, you were definitely going to freeze to death if you wore that, but you were sure this fitted the description of âhot outfitâ.Â
Minnie was right, you couldnât keep running away from the facts, everything was laid on the table, you didnât need more proof to know that Yoongi felt something for you, even if you werenât sure if it was the same that you felt for him, you needed to gather enough courage to find out what it was.Â
You grabbed the phone in your pocket and opened Yoongiâs chat, you decided to invite him to the New Yearâs party.Â
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Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader
Words: ~3.7k
Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, Americaâs sweethearts, 6â7â Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think itâs painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and Iâm not even a little embarrassed about it. Theyâre too cute!
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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldnât stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macyâs Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the paradeâs end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.
When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.
Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. Itâs not like Ari cared about that, though.
âHey princess.â Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. âYou were amazing.â
âStaaaaaaaahpâŚâ you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. âAri! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I donât want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.â
âBaby, if I minded their teasing I wouldnât be dating you.â He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. âThere, ready to go in record time.â
âAri⌠Ari!â You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. âAri!!!â
âCalm down, princess.â He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldnât breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. âI feel like they would have thought it was cute.â
âMaybe.â You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ariâs cheek before stepping into the limo. âThey do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.â
âDo they now?â Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. âI also enjoy it an incredible amount.â
âYeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.â You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. âOh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease youâŚâ
âWhat? Why?â Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. âYeah they might.â
âMy poor teddy bear.â You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. âHow can I ever make it up to you?â
âYeah, princess, Iâm not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me⌠ow!â He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. âBut whatever, I donât care.â
You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.
Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ariâs face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.
His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.
When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.
âNot a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.â You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.
âNo, just all over my pants.â Ari couldnât help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. âPrincess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.â
âThey have flashbulbs, Ari!â You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. âOh my godâŚâ
You didnât have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.
He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didnât even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.
There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.
Ari couldnât shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.
He couldnât keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.
âTell me how wet you are, princess.â Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. âCâmon baby girl, Iâve been waiting all day.â
âTeddy bearâŚâ you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. âSorry, Daddy. Iâm so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.â
âYeah, I bet they fucking are.â He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. âShow me.â
âYes Daddy.â Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.
It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotelâs garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.
âFuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.â Ariâs lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. âI havenât had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, itâs killing me.â
âI know, I donât like it either, Daddy.â You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. âFeel so empty without you.â
âI know, and itâs a damn crime.â He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. âMy poor baby girl.â
You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.
Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.
âDaddy! Oh godâŚâ Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. âMmm, âs so good.â
Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.
His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didnât lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.
When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldnât breathe.
âThatâs my good girl.â Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. âFuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think youâre ready for Daddyâs big dick, honey?â
âMmhm.â You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. âWant it so bad, Daddy.â
âDaddy knows, princess.â He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. âYou just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.â
You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldnât be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.
It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and heâd never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.
When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldnât stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.
Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldnât stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every âgood girlâ or âpretty babyâ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but itâs not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.
âCâmon baby girl, you want it?â The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. âDaddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or Iâm just gonna end up fucking you all night, and Iâm not sure you could handle that, baby.â
âMm-mm⌠DaddyâŚâ you couldnât even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. âPlease come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.â
âThatâs my good girl.â Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. âCanât say no to you, princess.â
Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.
âHiiiiiii teddy.â You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. âIâd say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.â
âIâm gonna have to agree with you there, princess.â His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. âDefinitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since weâre gonna be apart next week.â
âA present? Ari!â You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. âThat still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.â
âWell fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.â He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. âI know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.â
âAri⌠oh my god!â You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. âItâs so big and sparkly!â
The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.
âEveryone is gonna think weâre getting married now, teddy bear.â You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.
âWell, not quite yet, princess.â Like he hadnât known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.
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Where I think their darling is from + How they met them - headcanon drabbles
Yandere! Scaramouche, Diluc, Ayato (separate) x reader.
AN: I couldn't think of one for Childe, but spoilers, I think his darling is from Liyue. I'm also writing a full fic based on Ayato's section, just putting on the finishing touches!
Scaramouche -
A Drunk from Mondstadt
The city of freedom. A cute name. A lying name. He knew better than to think there was such a thing as actual freedom, but if it helped the drunken residents sleep at night to believe that, then so be it.
Missions to Mondstadt were short work for him. Partially because he was one of the few Fatui who didn't want to stop and take a drink or enjoy the scenery and âfreeing windâ as they called it. Heâd rather get things over with and just go home.
âFree samples! Free samples!â That was another thing he hated about Mondstadt. It was constantly noisy. Whether it be advertisements or the people themselves, the city was never quiet.
âWould you care for a sample?â He wanted to ignore you and just walk past, but of course you had to call him out personally. He scoffed and shot you a glare, something that would make most people tremble, but you didn't even flinch. Were you dumb? Or just plain ignorant, either way he didn't see your future as being very bright.
âWow, you're very angry. Maybe you need two samples,â you reached over to the table next to you and handed him two cups. A sickly sweet smell hit his nostrils and he resisted the urge to gag, âIt's a new mead recipe, including this season's fresh fruit. A very popular flavor, I designed the recipe myself.â
He raised an eyebrow at what you said? The hopeful look in your eye made him actually want to drink this sugar concoction. Pure anticipation on your face, a look that was normally annoying to him, but he found your hopefulness rather charming. Cute even.
Scaramouche eyed the cup for a second longer. Then brought it up to his lips. Disgusting. It was absolutely disgusting. That syrupy sweetness coating his tongue damn near induced vomiting, but he held back any emotions. The only pleasant part of the entire drink was the bitter liquor aftertaste.
âSo?â You asked. There was a sparkle in your eyes like a gem, he felt himself falter, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. He wanted to be soft to you.
âIt's good,â he muttered, a bold face lie of he'd ever told one before, but you seemed to believe it.
âThank you, sir!â You exclaimed and he could help, but to partially match your smile.
As you continued to talk and recommend wines and beers to try, he barely listened, but he couldn't walk away. The eccentric way you spoke and moved had a hold on him. He wanted that at home with him. Maybe Mondstadt wouldn't be so bad to visit again after all.
Diluc -
A Scholar from Sumeru
Dilucâs mornings consisted of walking around the vineyard, checking on the grapes, and pulling away any that weren't purely perfect. It was a job that started long before the sun even rose and only ended right before the winery opened.
The day looked average. Nothing too out of place. Nothing except for you. With the way you were crouched so still, he almost didn't notice you, your unmoving form practically making you blend in with a bush of grapes. But there you were. Dressed from head to toe in the green Akademiya garbs, he hadn't seen a scholar outside of Sumeru in some time.
âYou're quite a long way from home,â he finally spoke to you, crossing his arms to make himself look more intimidating, âAnd you're trespassing. The winery doesn't open for another four hours,â
You finally turned your head to look up at him with a look of confusion on your face, âBut I'm not here for wine?â You said, tilting your head to the side. Finally you stood, picking something up that was next to you. A small notebook, an obvious accessory for a scholar, âI'm here for the grapes.â
One of Dilucâs red eyebrows raised in confusion, âWe don't just sell the grapes,â
âI know that!â You laughed like he said something truly funny, even lightly hitting him on the shoulder. Your strike felt no heavier than a feather's touch against his built shoulder, âI'm studying them. Wine from Mondstadt is known to have the best taste, and I'm researching that.â
âBy trespassing?â
âBy studying your grapes. Good wine starts with its grapes,â you affirmed. You opened your notebook in front of him to show him doodles and notes that youâd written, all actually pertaining to grapes. So you actually weren't lying.
A small smile formed on his lips. It was like it was forced out of him. You were truly passionate about what you were doing, even if it was something as mundane as the grapes that went into wine.
âHow about you study the grapes when the sun is up? I have a spare room in the manor that you could use,â Diluc wasn't one to shy away from kindness, but normally staying a night in the manor costs more than a few fun drawings and a charismatic character, but he felt himself falling into an ease around you.
âCould I? Really? Thank you,â You followed him as he led you up the steps to the manor. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he still let one of his hands fall and hold your waist as you walked up the stairs.
He was attracted to you, yes, his red eyes couldn't seem to leave your face as you talked on and on, but the hand wasn't placed there because of that. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wouldn't stumble, like he didn't trust you not to trip and fall over your own feet.
If you noticed the hand, you didn't say anything and as the two of you walked into the manor together, the idea tickled his mind of never allowing you to leave.
Ayato -
a sneak thief from Inazuma
What you were doing was bases to have you killed. He wondered if you knew that. If you did then you were even more bold for doing it.
The maids in the Kamisato estate all had the same face to him. Obviously, they looked different, but remembering their faces and names wasn't too important to him. All that mattered was that they worked.
And worked you did, diligently at that, until all eyes were off of you. The first time he saw you do it, he thought he'd misunderstood. Obviously, you didn't notice that he was there, so when you took a silver teaspoon off of the tray, and dropped it into the sleeve of your obi, his eyes went wide.
He thought that it was a one time occurrence, that maybe he caught you when you were truly desperate. But then you did it again. And again. And again. You were outright stealing from the Kamisato estate, whilst being one of his loyal employees. And yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be angry about it.
Your brazen display of disrespect towards the Kamisato name was honestly a little refreshing. Yes, you still bowed when he approached you and referred to him by proper honorifics, but to know that right under his nose, you were still taking from him, that thought was rather thrilling.
While you thought you were being stealthy, and in truth you were. Your sleight of hands was one to be reckoned with. You were good, but not good enough for him to not notice. What you were doing was something you could be killed for. Treason. Blasphemy even. And he fawned over how he could use that against you.
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off limits | logan sargeant
pairing: logan sargeant x Leclerc! reader
genre: fluff, maybe angst if you squint
wc: 1.6k
warnings: none (i think)
summary: Your brother Charles always likes to say you're off limits, but what happens when you finally meet a driver who doesn't know who you are?
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âYou remember my little sister, Y/N right?â
You roll your eyes as Charles keeps a protective arm around your shoulders. Heâs acting like youâre in a room of men who all want to get in your pants, when in reality your brother has kept you locked away from the rest of the grid as best he can over the last few years. It made sense when you were younger, but itâs definitely gotten on your nerves, especially on days like today. It was the end of season party, and having your brother attached to your hip at the club was Iâm sure not your or his ideal plan. You had begged for him to let you come - you said it was only fair as a trade off since he made you listen to his rants pre and post-race all season long. You get that motorsports is his world and youâre only a guest, but a little more friendship on the grid wouldnât hurt.Â
Youâve noticed yourself get a couple more looks over as youâve grown up over the years, and when Lando walks over and wolf whistles as he shamelessly checks you out, your brother is already telling him to watch it while he watches the British driver give you a hug. âYou know where to find me, pretty girlâ Lando finishes with a wink before he heads off to join the rest of his friends. Itâs all good fun between you two and you know itâs nothing but playful banter as you both like to get under your brotherâs skin, but Charles doesnât seem to quite feel the same as heâs shooting daggers at the curly haired boy walking away from you both.Â
Charles has always been overprotective of you, especially around the other boys in motorsport. Heâd say that none of them would ever be worth your time, that he sees the way they go through women like crazy and that the way they treat their partners would never be good enough for his darling baby sister. Through his years on the grid he had made it clear to everyone that you are and will always be off limits, something that has always irked you to no end. You were more than old enough to make your own decisions, though it seems like Charles will always see you as his little sister.
Thereâs only one other boy that Charles let you get close to over the years ("let" is a stretch, it was more a reluctant acceptance as it happened), and you canât help but smile as he walks towards the two of you with open arms. Max and you became friends one day as kids when you scraped your knee on the pavement at a karting race while running away from Charles and he stopped to help you find your parents while you were sobbing - the rest was history.He may have had his ups and downs with your brother, but Max was someone that you knew you could always count on when it mattered. He puts on his best fake bodyguard voice as he comes up to you and Charles and says âIs this man bothering you, young lady?â, earning a laugh from you and an eye roll from your brother.
Soon youâre begging the Dutchman to save you from Charlesâ wrath, and luckily with the promise of being his padel partner in the new year he quickly agrees. Charles tries to put up a bit of a fight but before you know it heâs yelling âmake good choicesâ as heâs being whisked away to get a gin and tonic with his self-appointed drinking buddy for the night.Â
Itâs been so long since youâve been at one of these events, let alone been able to walk around without your brother, so it feels very much like unfamiliar territory. A vodka cran seems like a good place to start, and you settle in easily at the bar while surveying the scene in front of you. Maybe Charles was right, you donât know what youâre getting yourself into - thereâs so many people everywhere and everyone seems to know everyone. Thereâs got to be a few faces you know in this sea of people, like Georgeâs girlfriend or Dannyâs sister, the only problem is getting through it. Youâre doing a good job staying under the radar as you squeeze through the crowd until you find yourself colliding head first with someone, your drink absolutely flying into their chest.Â
All you can think is âfuck, I shouldâve drank a gin and tonic instead tooâ as you rub mercilessly at the red liquid on the mystery boyâs chest with the one flimsy napkin the bar gave you. Itâs only when he replies back with âItâs seriously okay, gin and tonics taste like shit anyways.â in an accent that you canât quite pin down do you realize that you accidentally have been talking out loud. Your cheeks are beet red and youâre starting to miss the comfort of having your older brother around you.Â
âIâm Loganâ the boy in front of you says with a smile. âCan I buy you a drink?âÂ
You donât think youâve ever said yes to something faster in your life.Â
The conversation flows so naturally between you and Logan. It makes sense that youâve never met him before today - heâs new on the grid and doesnât seem to be close with any of Charles' friends. The freedom you feel is refreshing - itâs been a long time since you got to know a guy like this, just one on one talking to each other. Of course there had been the blind dates that your friends had tried to set you up on but there were all just a little bit off. None of them felt like this.
âI meant to ask you earlier, did you come with someone to the party tonight?â
The question makes you freeze up because youâre having to face the reality that Logan may be one of the only people who donât know that Charles is your brother in this entire party. Is it selfish that you want it to stay that way?Â
âOh, um, I came with a friend of a friend who dragged me here tonight.â The lie falls off your lips all too easily and youâre not even sure why you did it. Logan had been nothing but a gentleman all night and you donât think he would treat you differently for being Charlesâ little sister. Maybe you just wanted to see it for yourself, what could happen when people didnât feel threatened around you because of your older brother. Luckily, Logan doesnât think twice about your response and youâre grateful for that.Â
The bass booming through the club is making you start to wiggle in your seat, and itâs enough to make Logan laugh and ask you if you want to dance. Who could say no to that American smile? Youâre dragging him up to dance, shimmying your shoulders in a way that only confirms that youâre as bad of a dancer as you mentioned to Logan earlier in your conversation. At first itâs all so playful, Logan twirling you around and hyping you up, but as the music gets more sultry you and Logan do as well. Itâs like thereâs two magnets pulling you both together until youâre pressed chest to chest. Loganâs hand around your waist just feels so right. Your heart is beating so fast youâre worried that he might actually be able to hear it himself - heâs so close to you that you can feel the heat from his breath on your neck. The conversation has slowed between you two but you feel like you understand him perfectly. Youâre not sure if itâs the alcohol or the boy in front of you thatâs making your cheeks so red, but you know that you donât want this feeling to stop.Â
âWill you kiss me, Logan?â youâre looking at him like you can see the universe in his eyes, and simultaneously hoping that he can't see how nervous you are in yours.Â
Youâre trying not to get carried away, but itâs hard not to. Kissing Logan just feels so right. You grab his shirt by the front in an effort to get closer to him, you want to feel him, and Logan reciprocates by pressing his hands even further into the dimples on your back. Youâre not sure how long you go on like this, you both making out like love-sick teenagers. All you know is that you canât get enough of him, and based on the way Logan reaches out to caress your cheek, you hope he feels the same. Youâre trying to memorize every single part of him, just in case this is all you get to have of him. As his hands start to dip lower and lower your heart beats even faster, and you let your hands trail further down his chest along with the tempo of the music. This moment feels infinite.Â
Itâs not until you feel a hand on your shoulder that the spell is broken as the two of you are shoved apart. Logan reaches to pull you behind him, but once you see a pair of green eyes that are identical to yours staring you both down, itâs him that you want to protect.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing to my sister, Sargeant?"
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author's note: this was such a fun one to write! i think a part 2 to this could be a lil crazy and fun so let me know if you want that too <3
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For All the Times Before
Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist
Pairing: driver!female reader(no mention of y/n) x Lando Norris
Warnings: Fluffyish, Severe Injury, Probably incorrect use of Medical Terms
Summary: She drives with her big brother. Who would've thought Red Bull would have a woman driver; well, maybe it's because she's related to Max Verstappen. Or maybe she's just that good.
Requested: NO / yes
A/N: I did have to take a few creative liberties about the rest of the season.
One can only do so much when being compared to another, especially a sibling, but you prove them wrong at every step. Every single step, you prove you deserve to be racing, that you deserve your seat in Red Bull.
You show you deserve where you got to on your own, no help needed from your father or your big brother, all on you, not a single mistake made by you.
It's proven even more when you pass your brother for points in the race to win the 2024 World Championship, but that's not planned is the total disaster the Las Vegas Grand Prix turns out to be.
It started with the mishaps that happened during free practice on Friday, then the mechanical problems from qualifying on Saturday. Now, even though she made it through and started P2, she was still in the front row behind Oscar in P1 with Lando in P3 and her brother following with both Ferraris after that.
It was going swimmingly, the problems were fixed, and the only obstacle left was finishing in points position in this Grand Prix.
For the first few laps, everything was fine; it was a great race start, which allowed her to overtake Oscar for P1 by turn 1, with Oscar falling to P3 after being overtaken by Lando before lap 1 was over.
By the end of lap 2, you still had P1, but Oscar had fallen behind Max and Carlos for P5, having to hold off Charles for the position.
From lap 3 to lap 28, the places had changed, gaps stayed the same, and there were virtually no position changes from places of point position.
On lap 28, a safety car was deployed out because the cars of Ocon, Riccardo, and Magnussen bumped each other, sending each other into the wall of the race. It wasn't so terrible that they had to stop and restart the race, as everything was able to be moved out of the way and to the pit lanes after just two laps.
Laps 29 - 33 were everyone just getting back on track with the race.
With lap 34, the gaps that had been shortened had expanded exponentially, essentially giving the first five places the ability for a free pit.
Going into lap 35, those huge gaps shorted.
36 - 42 were rather uneventful in terms of what usually happens toward the end with place fighting, everyone stayed in their places, and gaps stayed relatively similar.
In lap 43, Lando tried overtaking multiple times but was forced to back off as Max approached from behind, trying to overtake Lando when he wasn't trying to overtake you.
Onto lap 44, you saw a significant gap gained between you two, almost 12 seconds of a gap, but just as you had been watching Lando, you had been watching Bottas.
It was in lap 45 that it started to go shit Bottas was in the middle of trying to overtake Sargent when they both got the blue flag, and both tried to move over, resulting in a slight accident as you passed, no real damage to your car.
Then lap 46, that gap to Lando stayed in around 12 seconds, but you made it all the way back up to the drivers in 8th, 9th, and 10th place, Gasly, Hulkenburg, and Stroll.
Nothing seemed wrong at first.
Stroll was in 10th. He got the blue flag first, and Hulkenberg was able to pull ahead of him. When he got the blue flag, he wasn't able to pull to the side after he slowed because Stroll was in the way of the rear of his car.
When he tried to pull ahead to get over, Gasly was in the way, having also gotten a blue flag.
You tried to pass as Hulkenberg had to serve to move into the middle of the track to miss hitting the other two drivers, but his front tire got caught in your rear wheel, and you spun out, hitting the wall and not being able to get back in the race.
The rest of the grid was given a red flag just after it happened, and it was seen you were not able to move your car and you weren't responding.
Lando had driven past you, not knowing if you had responded, just hoping you were okay as he made his way to the pit.
But when he pitted and was told you hadn't responded, he was almost able to get back in his car and on the track before he was stopped by his engineer.
So, not able to do much more, he went over to Red Bull, who allowed the exception, knowing how important you are to Lando and Lando is to you.
"Please respond," Lando pleaded to himself as he was given some headphones.
"Ow," was the first that came through your side of the radio.
"Can you get out on your own?" Your race engineer asked.
"No, my leg is stuck, and everything hurts. I want Lando," You say over the radio. It isn't rare that you want your boyfriend after a race or when you get sick or hurt, being extra clingy.
"He'll meet you at med-bay. The med-car is on its way, almost to you, Angel," Your engineer said, using the nickname you'd been given by the entire grid.
You had gone to the med-bay only to be there until the ambulance came.
It was when Lando was allowed in that you learned that the last few laps of the race had been canceled and the places that were last gotten in lap 44 were where people ended, and points were given though the FIA and Formula One were reviewing the causes of the accident and other things that had happened during the race, as usual.
You had been brought to the hospital, and Lando had ridden with you, both per and against your request, wanting your boyfriend and also wanting him to stay and be able to change before having to go in.
When you arrived at the hospital, you were taken for tests, and Lando was to stay in the waiting room as other drivers had arrived at the hospital.
You had been brought back to a room and both your brother and Lando had met you there.
"She's a little out of it, but a doctor will be in shortly. She should be good by then." The nurse said as she went to walk out of the room.
Both men nod, and Lando sits on the side of your bed as Max stands at the foot and looks over his sister, though he knows that he can't see the internal injuries you may have.
Around an hour later, you had woken from the drug-induced sleep and were not so woozy when the doctor came in.
"Hello, Ms. Verstappen, I am Dr. Kruz, and I looked over your tests. You have a linear fracture to your left tibia and a transverse fracture to your left fibula, with minute fractures to a couple of your ankle bones, a couple of small chips, and a fracture to your outermost metatarsal, again on the left side. You also seem to have minimal internal bleeding in your abdomen and a few rib cracks on your left side, with a few bone bruises throughout your ribcage. There are also a few cracks along your left arm that should be fine within a few weeks. I'm sorry to say that you might not be able to finish the season, but I am also not your primary doctor to know enough about how you heal." The doctor tells her.
"I just want to be able to race in that Abu Dhabi in about a month," You tell her; it's one of your favorite tracks, and you'd rather race it to win than miss it.
The doctor gives her a small sad smile before she also leaves to allow the information to sink in.
"You will still probably win the championship; you have points ahead of everyone; it's two races. There aren't enough points to be given out," Lando tries to comfort her.
"I know, but I still want to earn that title, to prove to everyone and myself that it doesn't need to be handed to me," You say to your boyfriend.
It's safe to say that you pushed your recovery more than your trainer, engineer, and doctor would like, but you were back in that car under two weeks later, having appealed to your doctor about the break you would be taking in between seasons.
He reluctantly agreed, having only the major breaks in your left leg and foot to be careful about, and the internal bleeding was relatively better, and you, the primary one you went to in Monaco, came with you to Abu Dhabi.
The team also added some more support to your car and some little monitors for your heart rate and everything else medical, and your doctor stood in the paddock watching over your vitals as you raced, starting P4 behind Lando, Max, and Charles, after a mishap in qualifying.
All gave you a fair race, but you were still able to pull away in first place in the last five laps of the race as you felt pain starting in your leg; you just took a couple deep breaths to calm down, focusing down on the task at hand.
You were so focused on just getting it done you didn't realize that you had just crossed the finish line with a checkered flag signaling the end of the race and your win.
"You did it, Angel. You are a world champion," Your race engineer said over the radio.
You breathe a sigh of relief and just sit on the side of the circuit just before turn 5.
"Do you cool down lap and get to pit," Your engineer says as you pull in the circuit as you do your lap.
You finish the lap and just wait in the car as it's a little difficult to move still, and you lift the visor of your helmet and wipe the tears from your eyes.
Lando and Max come over to your car and help you out, helping you balance on the top of your car with one leg and throw your arms in the air in victory.
YOu get your helmet off and kiss Lando's helmet as he and Max help you away from the circuit and to the way in then to interviews.
A/N: Yes, I did one of these on my own with a reader, not an oc; it felt right. But which do you prefer? I'm done for the night; tomorrow, the first part of my Lando series will be out.
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Hey have a great day! đŤśđťđŞťCould you write about Reader who lives in Alexandria when The group first were brought by Aaron.Daryl noticing the resemblance between him and reader being distant from actual citizens in Alexandria and not wanting to participate in parties or fun always going out from the gates to forest.Reader also has a huge scar on her eye something like Carlâs. Daryl making her feel beautiful showing each other their scars and fluffy ending
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder
⧠Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader
⧠Era : Season 5
⧠Pronouns : she/her
⧠Genre : Fluff
⧠Word Count : 2k
AN ~ Me actually finishing a request thatâs been sitting in my drafts forever?? Everyone clapđ. No but seriously, I'm proud of myself for finally getting this done, I hope it was worth the wait and you guys enjoy it. xoxox
You were the first person he noticed. Thatâs what he thought anyway. He wasnât focused on the new houses, the strong walls, or the many unrealistic luxuries the new community provided. His curiosity solely remained on you from the very first moment he could remember.
You were different from the other people who lived in the area. Whilst they were all warm and welcoming the second he and his family stepped through the gates, you didnât seem the least bit interested in their arrival. Though you were still present, watching from a distance as you absorbed the new faces, yet you couldnât seem to bring yourself to greet them properly. He remembered how you stood on the porch of your house, your arms folded over your chest as you eyed everyone somewhat suspiciously. He remembered how your gaze seemed to linger on Carl and Judith, noting the two kids that needed a place like this to be safe.
But the thing he would surely never forget, was when he first spotted your scar. From a distance even, he could make out the shape of a long, crooked gash that traveled from the middle of your forehead and down toward your eye, stopping in the area right above your cheek. It was prominent, noticeable from even a hundred feet away, and something that surely was proof that you had been through a lot. Though even if you didnât have any evidence on your skin, Daryl could still tell from your weariness that life outside of these walls wasnât all that generous to you. Just as it hadnât been for him.
Weeks seemed to pass by, and he still didnât even know your name. Yet he was very observant whenever he managed to spot you walking down the streets of Alexandria, almost as if he had a sixth sense like he knew you were near. Most of the time he would just watch you, curious and hesitant, not looking to bother you though he couldnât help but be intrigued. However, he picked up a pattern in your routine, noting that around the same time everyday you would leave the community to head off into the woods. For hours you would just disappear, not coming back until the sun was starting to cast an orange and pink glow to the sky.Â
Though every time you would return, you came back with nothing. Not an animal, not a single can of food, nothing. It confused Daryl slightly, wondering what it was you did out there for the entire day only to come back empty handed.
He felt drawn to you, relating in a way that the others couldnât even begin to comprehend. Whether you knew it or not, the two of you seemed to have a lot in common, not even needing to be on speaking terms to know that for a fact. Both quiet and reserved with a harsh past, not liking to interact much with others seeing as you hardly left your home, other than to head off into the forest day after day. The wilderness alone seemed to be something you both enjoyed as well. Perhaps you also liked to hunt, or maybe you also had a love for bikes and trinkets. Daryl didnât know for sure, but one of these days, he wanted to find out.
The man wasnât good with words, which was why it had taken him so long to build up the courage to speak to you in the first place. But when he spotted you sitting near the pond, reading a book he was surprisingly familiar withâŚhe took a chance. For the first time in his life it seemed like, he threw caution to the wind and decided to go through with it before he changed his mind.
His hands clenched and unclenched nervously with each step he took to approach you, not even fully knowing what to say once he got there. He racked his brain over and over again as you were just a few feet away now, but ultimately he ended up with nothing, now awkwardly just standing in front of the bench you sat at.
But sensing his presence, you looked up from the pages to see him lingering near, his heart doing a flip in his chest. You wereâŚbeautiful. He had never really seen you up close until this very moment, but now that he had, it was like he never wanted to look away. He could see the gold flakes in your eyes, the freckles that were scattered all over your face, and lastlyâŚthe scar that was embedded in your flesh. But it didnât bother him at all. In factâŚhe liked it.
A sheepish, lopsided smile crossed his face as he nervously ran a hand over the back of his neck, âHeyâŚâ
He watched as you slowly smiled back at him, setting your book off to the side, something he didnât necessarily expect. But you had a certain look to your expression, telling him that you had been wanting to seek him out just as much as he did you.
âHiâŚâ your voice spoke softly.
And from that point on, he was hooked.
The two of you had grown to be insuperable, which was somewhat of a shock to the rest of the community seeing as neither of you really liked anyone. But with each other, it was somehow different. Like there was an understanding there. You could be sat in comfortable silence without really being alone, enjoying each other's presence even if you didnât have the energy to fill the quiet. Or you could have company when going on small runs or hunting trips, which Daryl ultimately found out you liked to do. Or there would be times where neither of you could seem to shut up, bouncing stories back and forth as you shared a bottle of whiskey which also helped loosen the tongue.
But the bottom line was, you were happy. For the first time in your life, you finally felt like you had found your person. A soulmate you didnât even know existed, yet he seemed to fall right into your lap.
Though one afternoon, Daryl noticed you were a bit quieter than usual. At first he didnât think much of it as he assumed you didnât feel like talking much that day. But the longer he observed you, the more he could sense that something was wrong, that something mightâve been bugging you. And the truth was he was right, something had been bothering you. But you would rather die than bring it up to him.
Your voice filled the silence of the forest as the two of you sat in the grass of the clearing, reading aloud from the book that was propped up in your hands. Daryl observed you as he laid on his back, one arm placed underneath his head as the other drew absentminded circles up and down your arm. He usually wasnât one for physical touch, in fact most of the time he cringed at the thought. But again, with you, it was different. He felt comfortable enough to be open and vulnerable with you, just as you were with him. Or so he thought until he slowly came to the realization that you were clearly keeping something from him.
Once you finished the chapter and closed the book to set aside, he let the silence linger for a moment before he spoke quietly, âYou okay?â
You looked down at him, forcing a small smile, âYeahâŚIâm fine. Why?â
He tilted his head, âCome on. Ya know you can talk to me bout anythin.â he said as he slowly sat up to scoot beside you, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
A soft sigh left your lips, âIâm fine.â you repeated.
âYer a terrible liar.â he retorted, though he didnât push much further. He knew if you wanted to tell him, you would, and he didnât want to make you uneasy by bringing up the subject over and over again. He just worried about you, being someone he cared about deeply, it came at a price of some heavy protectiveness.
You slowly shook your head as you looked down at the few wildflowers in front of you, âJustâŚone of those days.â you admitted quietly.
His heart sank a little as he knew what you meant by that. There were times where you would get down in the dumps about yourself, feeling a bit more insecure than usual. It was something common, hell he even knew the feeling himself, but it still hurt to see. Especially when he couldnât wrap his head around it; to him you were the most stunning person in the entire world.
After a moment he gently reached out to take your chin in his grasp, turning your face so you would look at him. His eyes studied you, his thumb moving up to trace the line of your scar, the same insecurity that your mind seemed to linger on the most.
âYer beautiful.â he said softly.
You huffed quietly with a slight roll of your eyes, clearly trying to brush off his comment as if it didnât register or matter to you. âMâ serious.â he tried again.
âWell, I donât feel beautiful.â you gently argued, âEveryone always staresâŚlike this is the only thing they can see when they look at me.â you said quietly as you gestured to the thing marking your flesh.
He tilted his head a little as he took in your words, knowing where you were coming from as it couldnât be easy having to deal with that every single day. But somehow he wanted to prove how special you were, how breathtaking you were in his eyes, how he hardly even focused on your flaws. Because to him, your âflawsâ were only what made you more perfect to him.
âYou wanna know how I see ya?â
You tilted your head at him, as if you knew his answer would make you cry and gag at the same time as affection was still something you were getting used to. Though at the same time, you wanted to hear.
âI see ya as someone whoâs got the biggest heart the world has ever seen. I see yaâŚas someone brave, and smartâŚand stubborn as all hell.â he listed. You couldnât help but laugh at the last one, knowing it was true.
âBut mostlyâŚwhen I look at you, I see the most beautiful person I ever laid my eyes on.â
The sincerity in his voice was enough to cause a lump to form in your throat, knowing that he meant every word. He truly cared about you, he had proved that time and time again since you had met him. Honestly, you didnât know what you did to deserve someone who cared about you so dearly, but you sure as hell werenât going to take it for granted. Not now, not ever.
âI know itâs not an easy thing to get pastâŚshit, mâ still self conscious about my own demons sometimes. But whenever ya start to feel like thisâŚI just want ya to know Iâll always be there to reassure ya. Alright?â
You slowly nodded your head, leaning forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug, sighing at the feeling of his touch. His hands gently gripped your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, willing to hold you for as long as you needed. Willing to tell you however many times you needed to hear it, just how special and important you were. He wanted to make sure you felt loved, knowing that you hadnât received much of that in your past. It was like he wanted to heal your inner child, just like you were doing for him.
âIâŚâ you started to say, but the words seemed to get lodged in your throat, not fully knowing how to express yourself comfortably.
But Daryl just tightened his grip on you, âI knowâŚme too.â
~ Thanks for reading! (And for your patience)
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Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft. Oscar Piastri)
Part 2
Masterlist
Part 1 is here. Youâll have to read it for it to make sense.
Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, alcohol, s*xual indications
summary: Oscar is trying to come to terms with Lando and your past. Well, in Landos opinion he is trying to cut him out so you can move on with your realitionship. But what happens when old things get stirred up and secrets get revealed? Will Lando really give up?
Oscar wasnât a guy that dealed with his problems with violence. It just wasnât his character. He didnât think it was cool. He didnât think it was manly. He mostly found it embarrassing. He rarely ever got angry. He was composed and thatâs what you liked about him. So it embarrassed him to lose control. Especially in front of you. The young driver didnât want to come of like the bad guy.
Of course you had expected some sort of reaction when he walked into Lando kissing you. Well it wasnât just a kiss, the Brit was basically feeling you up. Anyone would have been mad. Anyone would have possibly yelled or screamed. You hadnât expected an outcome to that extent though.
âSo thatâs everything?â the Aussie asked, biting the inside of his mouth so hard he felt like he was starting to taste blood. Your response came slow. You only stared at your hands in your lap as you played with the hem of your dress. Nervously fidgeting with the material. It was short. Lando probably wouldnât have liked it. Oscar was different, he told you you looked great. Maybe even though he was younger, he was more mature than the Brit. Or maybe Oscar was just not as insecure. But you shouldnât compare the two. You were scared of whoâd end up loosing. He was a good guy, Oscar truly was. He was sitting here after all. Hearing you out after you kissed another guy. Kissed Lando.
âYes.â you whispered. You had told him. Everything. That you had kissed Lando or he had kissed you. You didnât remember or you didnât wanna remember. Either way you hadnât stopped the kiss.
âYou only kissed this one time since youâve been going out with me? Right?â he wanted to reassure himself. He knew it probably wasnât easy for you to tell him this. He could tell by the way you avoided his gaze. But Oscar also knew he had a right to ask. He wasnât being overly jealous. He had seen it with his own eyes. There was no denying anything anymore.
You had avoided him all weekend. He had called you a couple of times. Apologizing for reacting the way he had. But you choose to stay away till the race was over. You didnât wanna come inbetween the two guys. But that was possibly already to late. Rumors of bad blood on the team already circulated after the internet was plastered videos of Oscar purposely bumping into Lando and the Brit cussing him out in return. The Mclaren drivers still finishing 9th and 10th. Which was an accomplishment comparing the start of the season.
You nodded, looking up at him. Allthough it had only been one time it was still dissapointing. He looked gutted. His eyes couldnât hide it.
âIâm sorry Oscar. I didnt wanna ruin your night or your weekend.â you swallowed, god you sounded like a bitch âBut I donât wanna lie to youâ
âYou still wanna be with me?â he interrupted you. He wanted to understand why you even came here with him in the first place. You had finally called him back after the race, asking if you could celebrate with him. Wanting to talk mostly and explain what had happened between Lando and you. But Oscar didnât wanna know. The past was done. He didnât care, all he knew was that your brother apparently couldnât know and it was over. He wanted to know for certain it was done.
You looked at the Aussie. Your heart was screaming to tell him no. To call Lando and tell him you loved him still. Lando who you had also completely ignored all weekend. But you couldnât listen to your heart. It had told you to wait for Lando all these years. You didnât want to anymore. You were tired. Drained.
âYes I do.â you responded, looking at him with teary eyes. Oscar nodded as he looked you in the eyes. He knew you were being truthful. You wanted to be with him. So he planted a kiss on your forehead, not saying anything before getting out the car. You watched him walk around the Mclaren. Fans already snapping pictures from the sidewalk. Your car door opened, his hand reached for yours, you grabbed it. You stepped out as Oscar immediately grabbed you by your waist pulling you into his body before he kissed you, knowing damn well people were taking pictures. Only thing Oscar wasnt aware of. That just hours later Lando would see the pictures. And wonder. Wonder if Oscar knew. Knew everything and yet still forgave you? Did he know you had texted him hours earlier asking if he was okay and telling him you didnât know what to do. Lando was certain; you didnât love the Aussie. You liked him but you didnât love him. You couldnât. How would you?
âYou never told me how you got that blue eye.â Max enters the hallway as Lando leans against the marble wall of the dim lit alley. Dressed and ready to go out as he scrolls through the endless pictures of you and Oscar on his timeline. His thumb swiping past each them stopping, whenever the angles change. His stomach twisting at the sight. The young guy looks up at his longtime best friend. He had completely forgotten about the eye. It had been talk of the paddock all weekend.
âI bumped into a shelf.â he had told the countless interviewers that seemingly had nothing better to ask. A fake smile plastered on his lips. The internet already changing his nickname to âMr. Bumps into shelfsâ. Little did they know Lando didnât actually find it funny. Not when he actually wanted to tell the world the truth but knew he never could.
âDid you see?â Lando now asksed, his voice low. Monotone. Pretending to not care. He had to know how his best friend felt about it. Max put on his jacket, furrowing his brows as he lookses at the younger guy âSee what?â
Landos phone is shoved into his face. The screen so close to his eyes, he has to blink a couple times to see it. A picture. His sister and Oscar. Kissing and looking all loved dovey. It had seemingly been posted just minutes prior with the caption; new couple alert. Max raised his brows, shrugging his shoulder as he turned away and checks himself in the mirror. He had come to terms with your new realitionship. Heâd never be Oscars best friend. But he also didnât really mind him. It could be worse, right?
âSo youâre not bothered?â Lando asked not understanding why Max wasnât fuming.
âOf course itâs digusting seeing my sister making iut with some guy.â Max stated, grabbing the housekeys. He opened the front door, stepping out into the already dark night before turning back to Lando. It could be worse. Oscar had a job and manners. He was well raised and respected you. âBut heâs alright I guess. Plus she seems happy.â
Happy? Lando watched you from afar all night long. His heart beating faster every time he saw you. His hands gripping the non-alcoholic beverage in his hand. Lando knew he was being egotistical but he couldnât handle seeing you with him. But he also knew better than to approach you as he and his friends hung out in their own lounge at the same place you attended. Well, basically everyone was here. Some of the fellow drivers even congratulating Oscar and you. Most of them knowing you, as you had basically attended most races with your brother and Lando.
âShe could at least say hello.â Lando muttered, leaning back on the lounge couch as he took a sip of his drink. Ria next to him, who was touching up her makeup, just shrugging her shoulders in response. It was funny hearing Lando talk like this. In Rias opinion, he had his chance and he blew it. She even encouraged you to be with Oscar âShe did say hello to me.â
âHeâs never gonna let me hang out with her-â Lando stated his fear but was quickly interrupted.
âWell, youâre kind of to blame for that?â Ria now sighed looking at her friend. Side eyeing Landos blue eye. You had told her everything. She felt kinda sorry for Lando but he had provoked Oscar. He made some poor choices yea but he never intended to lose you as a friend. And with Oscar now in the picture that was bound to happen. At least in Landos mind.
âI didnât kiss her!â Lando defended himself, crossing his arms as Rias just letâs out a chuckle. The loud music blasting through the speakers forcing him to basically yell. Lando may have acted all hard and no feelings but Ria knew exactly he couldnât resist you. He never had been able to. Thatâs why you two ended up in eachothers arms time after time. It was a toxic cycle. Neither one of you was benefiting from it.
âShe begs to differ.â Ria stated, looking at you standing next to Oscar whoâs arm hadnât left your waist all night. The Aussie looked at you so mesmerized it made Rias heart flutter. Lando just felt nauseous and told himself you eventually get the ick from the guy clearly being head over heels for you. Oscar also made sure to send a glance Landos way every so often. As if to tell him, he better stay back.
âShe kissed me back.â Lando now argues, completely throwing his first statement over the hill. He knew he had initiated it. But you had clearly wanted it, plus you had gladly returned it. Which spoke on itâs own. Lando wasnât scared if Oscar. His stares didnât intimidate him. He just knew better than to cause a scene. Especially in front of Max.
âOf course.â Ria rolled her eyes, done arguing with the stubborn Brit.
âThen why is she here with him?â Lando asked, smashing his drink onto the table in front of him resulting in a loud thud causing his friends to look at him weirdly. He awkwardly laughed it off, not wanting anyone to know what was going on. Lando could fool most of them. But not Max. Max knew something was wrong when he saw that bruise. He knew something was wrong when Lando spent the last hour, still wearing his jacket and sitting in the corner of this club looking rather bitter.
âLando.â Ria sighed, placing her hands on her friends shoulder as she saw his gutted face while he watched you kiss OscarâMaybe heâs just what she needs right now. Okay?â
What you needed? How could you need that?
Lando watched you and Oscar basically all night. The Aussie hanging onto you like a trained puppy, kissing your cheek and shoving his tounge down your throat at any given chance. It was disgusting and totally inappropriate. Not even his parents acted like that. Lando also felt like that level of clinginess wasnât your style at all. It was clear to Lando that Oscar was insecure. Insecure that Lando was there.
Lando ended up making out with some blonde girl, who he wouldnât even remember the name of the next day. It was more to show Max that he was fine as the Brit had tried to ask him whats wrong all night long. The Mclaren driver couldnât tell him that he was losing his mind. Losing his mind watching you with Oscar. The dj suddenly started playing slow songs for the couples on the dance floor. Wasnât this supposed to be a party? When Lando heard the lyrics of Glimpse of us he knew he had to get out of there.
âIâll get the car.â
Lando waited outside of the already emptying nightclub. It was late and there where mostly just blackout drunk people which meant no one recognized him and he was fine to stand there and wait for his car to arrive as people strolled past him. He paced up and down, checking his phone to see he had already gotten a text from that girl he had made out with. He cursed himself for having given her his number. He didnât even notice you at first, stumbling out the night club just holding your phone in your hand as you frantically texted someone. Eyes glued on the screen, completely ignoring the outside world.
Lando watched you from afar, no Oscar in sight. He knew better than to walk up to you. Youâd just yell at him and be rude. He didnât want any of that now. His patience close to zero. Plus he was tiree. Thatâs when he noticed some douchebag guys next to you, clearly checking you out. Lando shifted on his feet as they stared you up and down, making stupid comments. Lando rolled his eyes as he saw you didnât notice to focused on your phone. God you had to be a little more careful the guy thought. But he tried to keep his cool. It worked until he heard one of them drop an absolutely disgusting comment about you.
Lando couldnât help himself, he walked over to you. Taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, trying to cover at least some part of your body. You looked up, thinking it was Oscar only to see Lando stand there. You open your mouth, wanting to take the piece of clothing off but Landos hand stops your movements.
âShh. Dont say anything.â he gestured to the group of men behind you âIâm just trying to protect you.â
You swallowed now fully aware of the stares you were getting as you stared the guys down. It made you uncomfortable or even scared. You never admit but you were happy Lando was here right now.
âThanks.â you mumbled, crossing your arms as you took a step back to ensure some space between the two of you. Lando noticed, he knew you never did that before. Things were already changing. Your eyes checking the entrance, probably looking for Oscar.
He wished he could tell the Aussie that he had to be more careful. He couldnât let you out here alone. Especially not dressed like this. It wasnât that Lando felt like the dress was to blame for the occasion. Some men just had no respect no matter what a woman wore. But he was aware that it caught the attention of most guys. Including the bad ones. Thatâs why heâd sometimes tell you he didnât like certain clothes. Not to be a se*ist prick. He was just looking out for you and he always would. No matter if Oscar liked it.
The Aussie walked out the club, finally having gotten both your jackets. The line had been so long, seemingly everyone leaving the club at the same time. He was also carrying your handbag, his hands full when he spotted you stand there. Oscars expression stern when he saw Lando just next to you. You werenâ talking though. Lando was just looking at you. But the sheer fact he even was talking to you plus the brits jacket being wrappe around your shoulder, it was enough to drive Oscar mad.
âWanna tell me what this is?â Oscar approached you, gesturing to the jackt around your shoulder. You were surprised, looking at him opening your mouth wanting to explain Lando was just helping you. But you couldnât, Lando concluding he had to help you.
âI was looking out for her.â Lando responded, crossing his arms. He knew he wasnât in the wrong for looking out dor you. He wouldnât ever apologize for it. He hated that tone of Oscars. He shouldnât talk to you like this. Lando didnât even notice how patient Oscar had been. He was to blind to see that the younger guy wasnât the problem between the two of you. He was a good guy. He never got angry at you and always gave you a chance to explain.
âYou shouldnât let her go out like that and then leave her alone at some curb.â
Oscar couldnât believe what Lando was saying. He was painting him once again to be some douchebag. Just like when he accused him of picking up drunk girls. Now the Aussie just knew the reasoning behind the empt and honestly laughable accusations. Lando was bloody jealous and you could see it. Also Oscar had looked out for you. l He had basically stuck to your side all night. But Oscar didnât say anything. He had learned to stay silent when he needed to. He took the jacket of your shoulder throwing it towards Lando. He then wrapped his own one around your shoulder actually undesrtanding the point of it. You mumbling a small thanks, avoiding Landos stares.
Just as you and Oscar were about to get into his car, the Aussie opened the door for you and closed it behind you once you stepped in. He got to the drivers side but before getting in he made sure to look at Lando one last time âJust let it go Lando. Honestly.â
âAbsoluetly not!â you entered the room nervously. In your hand a paper bag filled with the most scandalous lingere you had ever seen. Ria was laying on you bed, scrolling through her phone while you walk in. She looked up at you standing there in a set of bright red lace underwear that you would have sworn off ever wearing in the past. Oh, how things change.
âOh my god!â Ria squealed, sitting up with her mouth hanging wide open. The brown haired woman looked you up and down, not believing the sight. She knew you were stunning but right now she saw you in a totally different light. Like if she was a guy, sheâd get onto her knees begging for that.
âWoman! You look absolutely smoking hot!â she yelled, not caring the door was basically wide open as you just had gotten back from your bathroom. Trying on the endless option of underwear Ria had brought you from some store in London. You did have underwear but more of the simple kind. Or as Ria had called it; conservative.
Ria was helping you. You had come to your friend with a problem. It was almost so embarrassing, you couldnât get it out âWe havenât done it yet.â
Ria hadnât react badly. Thatâs what you loved about her. She never judged. Even when you had cried in her arms for Lando a million times. She always acted like ut was the first time. So you werenât suprised that she was super understanding, telling you that it was okay and actually quite a good sign. Oscar seemingly was serious about you if he didnât mind not having s*x right away. Ria also didnât ask for a reason, but she knew it was probably more you than the Aussie. Knowing men usually werenât as complicated. So your friend tried to encourage you. Getting you new lingere in hopes to boost your confidence. To remember who you were.
âI donât know.â you looked at your reflection in your full body mirror âThis isnât me.â
âWhat do you mean?â she jumped up standing behind you âYou look like a goddess. The boyâs gonna stutter.â
You chuckled, knowing there was some truth to that. That would actually be such an Oscar thing to do. Maybe it was difficult to be with him as he wasnât exactly dominant himself. Oscar always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and never went further if he felt like you werenât. It was cute in a way, but you also needed someone to lead you. Thatâs what you were used to.
âI just think Oscar could get the wrong picture.â you sighed looking back at Ria âLike Iâm much more experienced.â
âWell?â Ria furrowed her brows âYou do have some experience right?â
You chewed the inside of your mouth. This was embarrassing.
âYes.â you stated, knowing that sounded like a lie âBut like not⌠Not a lot.â
Ria smiled, unsure of what you were hinting at âMeaning?â
âI only ever slept with Lando.â
âWhat!â Ria yelled, and you immediately covered her mouth not wanting the whole house to hear. Well only Lando was home but he was the last person that should know it. You had kept your distance from him. It was hard when you live in the same house. But you had managed by keeping yourself as busy as possible. You look at Ria as her eyes were wide open. You giggle as she mumbles against your hand âYou only slept with Noriss?â
âI know itâs embarrassing.â you sighed, crossing your arms. But the girl immediately grabbed your shoulders in a comforting manner.
âNo!â she stated, shaking her head. She actually couldnât believe how much Lando must have meant to you. It mad her mad to know he broke your heart. He was still somehow doing it âIâm just mad he has hold that much power over you. Like every guy would want you Y/n.â
âMaybe.â you sighed, looking at your reflection âBut I donât want every guy.â
You tip toed your way to the bathroom, right next to your room. Just as Landos bedroom door that was right opposite yours bursts open. He was in there? You try to cover yourself up with your hand but it doesnât work.
âF*ck.â you mutter trying to open the bathroom door, but its to late. Lando stands there. Looking at you surprised. He looks you up and down as you stand there frozen. He canât help but smirk. Had he heard? God you had to be bright red.
âWow.â Lando nodded, running his finger through his hair thats out in every direction. The brit isnât even sure what to say. He had never seen you like this. You had always been more cute in a away. Not that daring. âYou look-â
âDonât say anything!â you interrupted him, crossing your arms over your chest. You werenât gonna be able to handle any immature and inappropriate comment from him right now. Lando pressed his lips together. He wouldnât have said anything bad. But he knew he shouldnât compliment you. He had to control himself from looking you up and down once again. So the brit just nodded taking a deep breath âI wonâtâ
âOkay.â you stated, finally turning the knob of the bathroomdoor, your back facing Lando now. A glance behind. His eyes were clearly not were they were supposed to be.
âLando!â you scolded the guy whos eyes had landed on your ass as soon as you turned around. Typical.
âWell, itâs-âHis eyes mer yours as he held up his hands in defense. A big grin creeping on his face. âSorry?â
The smell of fresh pizza had filled the whole house. You had walked down the stairs, a bag of your belongings in your hand. Checking your phone, to see you still had some time before Oscar was expecting you. You had literally spent hours in the shower since Ria left. Shaving every part of your body, exfoliating and doing the most to feel fresh. Which worked. You felt beautiful that night. Like something big was gonna happen. Following the absoluetly delicious smell, you walked into the living room where there was a big kitchen. No one ever cooked in this house so you were surprised at the sight.
Lando was standing behind the kitchen counter. Wearing nothing but grey sweatpants as he was preparing what looked like some chocolate covered strawberries. A closed bottle of wine on the countertop. Two glasses?
âExpecting company?â you asked, furrowing your brows as you leaned against the door frame. The brit looked at you. You couldnât help but let out a giggle. His hair was white from what looked like flour and his once white shirt, splattered in tomato sauce as it was layed over the kitchen sink. Was it the girl he had made out in the night club with? God you shouldnât care.
âNo. Well, yes but she just cancelled.â Lando shrugged his shoulders, turning up the volume of his jazz music playing in the background. He seemed happy. Happier than you had seen him in a while.He had even set the table with candles outside as the sun began to set over the ocean view.
âWow.â you entered the kitchen, placing your huge bag on the marble counter. You looked at Lando with a questioning look. Something was surely up. You hadnât ever seen Lando so- So grown up? â You re really trying to impress this girl, huh?â
Lando nodded as he licked his lips. He couldnât see past it. The curled hair. The lipstick. The perfume. The lace of your bra peeking through your white dress.
âSo are you.â
You blushed, tugging your hair behind your ear as you looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact. Itâs embarassing when someone knows youâre trying hard. And Lando knew. He saw you at your worst. He knew how you looked with no makeup. He knew how you looked when you woke up. He knew how you looked when you were violently sick after partying and he was holding up your hair for you. Lando knew you were trying.
âDonât- Not that it matters.â Lando added wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. He hesitated before deciding he had nothing to lose anyways âI like this one better.â
You knew what he meant. The white lace of your bra, slightly peeking through your dress. You knew it was inappropriate for him to tell you this. You couldnât react. Remembering you had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who said he respected yours and Landos friendship as long as it was just a friendshipy. You mumbled a small thanks, thanking god as you were saved by the sound of the oven beeping.
âYou wanna eat? I made plenty?â Lando asked, opening the oven door as he took out to perfectly baked pizzas. Maybe it was that you absolutely loved pizza or that you had aome spare time left anyways. Maybe it was you felt sorry for Lando as he clearly had taken time and got stood up but something inside you made you nod âYes, why not.â
Your small hand covered the rim of your glass as a drop of wine lands on the white table cloth. Lando laughed as you shook your head in protest âNo Lando! I still need to drive.â
It was already dark out. It had gotten a little cold so you were cuddled up in your blanket as you sat opposite Lando. Some pizza still left on your plate, you were absoluetly stuffed. You had had a decent amount of wine though. Lando and you spent the las hour talking. It was like it used to be. Just easy and lighthearted conversations. No force or awkwardness. He never mentioned Oscar. Never mentioned your problems. It was nice. So nice you had even told the Aussie you would be a little late. Not telling him that you were having dinner with Lando of course.
âOh, youâre not gonna be able to drive anyway!â he furrowed his brows, signaling the nearly empty bottle of expensive wine. You had drank too much already, it would be hours before you sobered up.
You sighed removing your hand from your glass in defeat as Lando filled your glass a pleased smirk on his face âSee thatâs what im talking about.â
âIâll take a taxi I guess.â you mumbled taking another sip of the beverage.
It felt good to leave your worries to the side for a moment. Especially now that it was just you and Lando. It felt like it was fine. Like youâd never had fought. It was a good moment. When something hit you. It had been like this before. You had felt so special. Lando treated you like you were the only girl in the world and yet, tonight he would have done this all for someone else. Like none of it ever mattered. It was all fake. It wasnât for you. It never had been. You were not special.
âCan I ask you something?â you asked, listening to the quiet music coming from inside. Somehow you felt angry at the thought of him having done this for some twat when you never got treated right. You bit your lips, looking at Landos face through the candle light.
âYes?â
âDo you regret it?â you blurted out It was probably the wine talking. But you couldnât even bother your impulsive thoughts taking over.
âRegret what?â
âMe.â
It was silent. The sound of the wind, hitting the pool water along with the piano playing inside all you could hear.
Lando placed his glass on the white table cloth. He looked at you, disappointed as he got up. The Brit grabbed his plate as he walked inside, not saying a single word.You were stunned. Offended, unwinding from your blanket as you stumbled inside your glass in your hand. God you shouldnât drink so much.
âWhy the f*ck wont you answ-â
âWhy do you have to f*cking ruin it?â he yelled back throwing his plate into the kitchen sink. You looked taken aback. How were you ruining it? He was the one that treated you like you didnât matter.
âRuin what Lando? You acted like I meant nothing-â
âWould I do all of this if you didnât matter! Do you really think I do all of- F*ck!â he yelled, his hand hitting the marble counter in anger without looking. A crushing sound. Glass splattered everywhere. He had just smashed his hand into a wine glass.
You looked stunned. Not just about what had happened. Also what Lando had just revealed.He had done this for you? Your mind was filled with endless questions. You wanted to open your mouth when you start noticing the sheer amout of blood running down his hand. Your ears ringing at the sight of it.
Without hesitation you saw a towel on the counter as you stumbled around the counter. Grabbing it you even spilled wine over your white dress before you grabbed Landos hand, pressing the cloth against the cuts in hopes to stop the bleeding. Lando took a sharp breath clearly in pain as he slightly pulled back âYouâre gonna ruin it.â
âGod Itâs a towel Lando!â
âNo! The dress!â he argued as blood had already landed on the white material along with the splatters of wine. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.
âDoesnât matter. Not gonna leave you now.â you look into his eyes. He looks, relieved? You let it go. thinking he just is in pain. Itâ quiet. The music stopped. You swear you could feel Landos pulse. His hand pressed against your stomach.
Oscar. Will have to cancel for tonight. Call you tomorrow. Sorry.
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"taking footage to scout with are you?" your best friend teased as you filmed a clip of the game, smacking her knee and sending her a playful glare. "no! proving to mary i sat through the entire game." you quipped back, sending the video to your girlfriend and pocketing your phone.
"oh sorry are we not up to your standards? do you only watch games at old trafford or wembley now?" your best friend cooed pinching your cheek sharply. "yes actually, or at least where they have actual toilet blocks and not portaloos." your face scrunched up with disgust.
"hey if you'd like to donate some money toward that we'd be very grateful, not every womens team gets funding you know." your best friend huffed as you frowned and squeezed her knee.
"i'm only teasing. you know i'm happy to be here, just wish i was watching you yell at people on the pitch and not at me for once!" you sighed as the girl scoffed and smacked you, she was normally the captain but was out in a boot having sprained her ankle last week.
"so where are you coming on the table?" you clarified, eyes set back on the match unfolding in front of you. "third, but its only the fourth round of the season. lots can change!" the brunette admitted as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.
"okay no offence to you and your entire team but your keeper kept you all alive this game, it should be 5-0." you whistled as the second half started to wind down.
"of course you favour the keeper, what a shock!" your best friend drawled sarcastically with a roll of her eyes as the whistle blew for full time and a 0-0 draw.
"hey just because my girlfriend is a golden glove holding, bbc sports personality of the year winning, world cup finalist and champion of europe with a tram named after her doesn't mean im bias to keepers!" you grinned holding your hands up as your best friend rolled your eyes.
"oh but you don't brag about her right." the girl mocked with a pout as your grin grew. "only to those who have no choice but to listen, i'd like to see you try and run away from me." you gently nudged your toe against her moon boot as she shoved you.
"you know you could always play with us next season! reallyyy make the girlfriend proud, i can see mary being a very loyal wag." the girl teased as you laughed sarcastically. "you couldn't afford my salary." you shrugged with a click of your tongue.
"more like we couldn't afford your two left feet and lack of hand eye coordination." the girl snickered gesturing for you to help her up. "yeah that too." you had no choice but to agree with a grimace, tugging her up and carefully helping her down toward the barrier.
you stood by as she gave a speech, commending the girls on their efforts as your phone buzzed and you looked down with a smile seeing it was a few messages from your girlfriend.
"god you're so in love its disgusting, get a grip!" you glanced back up and pocketed your phone, playfully punching your best friend in the arm as you waited for her to finish speaking with some of her team, having driven her to the game.
"you can tell us all about what we did wrong at training! stop making your poor mate wait around for you to run your mouth." the keeper from the game warned with a grin as she joined the small huddle you were in.
"you were perfect as per usual, only feedback is maybe score from the box next time? make the game a little spicy!" your best friend teased the taller girl who rolled her eyes. "no seriously you played great! that dive in injury time was textbook and that penalty save? world cup stuff." you complimented with a wide smile.
"and she'd know, her girlfriends played in one so thats high praise." your best friend interjected shoving your head playfully. "wait seriously? talk about a dream!" the girl exhaled with a whistle and a grin.
"well then since you clearly have a good eye for talent-" the girl paused to tug off her jersey, handing it to you with a grin before hugging the girls goodbye and heading off. "we best be off to, i'll see you all monday. i'll bring my whistle!" your best friend teased as the girls groaned, you waving goodbye as the two of you headed off to your car.
"i'd be leaving that in the car if you know whats good for you." your best friend nodded to the jersey on your back seat as you pulled a face and started up the car. "what! why?" you laughed as you drove off.
"umm because your girlfriend is a world class keeper and you just took a keepers jersey from someone else." your best friend hinted. "mary won't care! she's all for more girls wanting to be keepers and she loves the womens game." you rolled your eyes as your best friend only hummed, swiftly changing topics.
~
"maz? baby i'm home!" you called out as you let yourself in, unwrapping your scarf and hanging it up on the hook. "two seconds love!" you heard your girlfriend call out from the laundry as you took off your shoes.
"hello beautiful!" the brunette appeared with a grin, placing down a basket of clean laundry on the sofa and opening her arms as you melted into them. "you smell nice." you mumbled into her shoulder making the taller girl laugh.
"ah yes the wonders of soap and shampoo!" the keeper teased, kissing you hello before pulling away. "and she's doing laundry? house wife in the making over here!" you teased, smacking her playfully on the bum with a wink.
"oi! watch it cheeky." mary warned with a point, sitting down on the sofa as you leant over the back of it to peck her lips several times. "whats that babe?" mary noticed the jersey tucked into the back of your pants as you walked into the kitchen.
"oh! well the keeper of saf's team is like insane for the league level they play. i'm serious it could have been like twenty to nothing if she wasn't on her game. we were talking after the game and she gave me her jersey!" you shrugged, dropping the item onto the counter as you rummaged through the fridge, missing the look which crossed your girlfriends face.
"oh? thats nice." mary replied bluntly as you glanced at her with a small frown. "yeah it was." you shrugged it off, grabbing it and tossing it into the dirty basket of laundry.
"how was your afternoon?" you changed topics, grabbing out the stuff to make you and mary a cup of tea. "yeah fine, went shopping with tooney and had to make a last minute excuse to leave because she takes forever! so on the rare chance she asks, you're deathly ill and needed me back home." mary groaned dramatically, head thumping back against the sofa.
"like worse than you and thats saying something!" mary tutted as you made a noise of offence. "hey! if i have to sit in a sports store for two hours while you try on every fucking pair of gloves known to man and then buy none of them, you can carry my bags and sit on a comfy little waiting chair while i try a few outfits." you warned seriously as your girlfriend held her hands up in surrender.
"especially when some of those 'outfits' i spend hours trying on are for you." you hinted, handing her the mug of tea as a smug smile settled on the keepers lips.
"mm yeah we haven't been that sort of shopping for awhile, you free tomorrow baby?" mary grinned wolfishly as you flipped her off and settled into the section of the sofa that wasn't covered in laundry and flicking on the tv.
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"change, put this on please babe." mary tugged on the bottom of your shirt, dropping a new item of clothing onto your head. "urgh mary!" you huffed, pulling it off and sending her a glare as she grinned at you with a mouthful of toothpaste.
"why do i need to change?" you noticed what she'd given you and asked with a knowing smile. "i don't like that shirt." mary shrugged pointing to your current top with her foot as she sat up on the counter brushing her teeth.
"its your shirt!" you laughed with a shake of your head. "then i want it back, so change." mary ordered, leaning over the sink and spitting. "what if i don't want to wear this?" you egged her on, holding up the jersey inbetween your fingers like it disgusted you.
"then go pick another one, theres about twenty or so in there you can choose from." mary shrugged nodding to her side of the closet where the jerseys she'd chosen to keep over the years hung proudly, rinsing out her mouth and stepping out of the bathroom.
"mmm i actually think i might go put on that jersey from today, saf's team just played so well." you stripped off your top and took a few steps back, watching your girlfriends eyes drop immediately to your chest.
"you know on second thoughts love i actually don't think you need to wear anything at all." you laughed as mary tackled you to the bed, attacking your face with kisses as you squealed and pushed her off. "you hate that i took that girls jersey today don't you?" you moved to sit on top of her with a grin.
"no!" mary rolled her eyes, reaching out for you as you grabbed her hands and pressed them into the mattress. "yes you are, admit it. you hate it, the thought of me wearing someone elses kit!" you teased with a smirk, pressing down her hands harder.
"okay well can you blame me? you're my girlfriend and you wear my jersey. nobody elses!" mary huffed with a frown as you smiled and leant down to kiss away her pout. "you're such a baby, its adorable." you mumbled against her lips.
"i am not! god you're such a wind up." mary pulled her hands free and flipped the two of you, hovering over you now as she ducked her head and started to gently kiss at your neck.
"and tomorrow the washing machine is going to malfunction and that girls jersey will sadly be gone."
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