#But hey you take your wins where you can
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I think Mihawk and Garp would have the best relationship
In that I think Garp goes out of his way to relentlessly troll Mihawk by being stubbornly, purposefully, inept about the most mundane things while Mihawk, who knows exactly what he is doing and that he is being set up but ugghhhhhh, hates him on a level yet undiscovered by science.
He only gives the most tiniest of reactions to Garpâs ineptness, a brow furrowing a frown becoming deeper the tiniest twitch of an eye but Garp sees it, he knows that heâs succeeded and Mihawk hates him for it
Mihawk and Garp sitting at opposite ends of the giant ass warlord meeting table locked in an intense mental chess match unbeknownst to everyone in the room. Garp keeps waging psychological warfare on Mihawk by eating the pieces, everyone but him is extremely thrown when Mihawk unsheathes Yoru and lunges at Garp, who laughs manically, without warning
Mihawk tries to get some sympathy from Shanks but Shanksâ has found Garp and his shenanigans hilarious since he was five so he obviously thinks this is the best thing ever. It might also help that Mihawk tends to look like a puffed up pretty bird after every encounter with Garp but Shanks is just a man for Christ sake! heâs weak!
#shanks is just the tiniest bit jealous that Garp can get such âloud reactions from his pretty bird tho#But hey you take your wins where you can#throwing thoughts to the void#one piece#dracule mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#mishanks#red hair shanks#op#monkey d garp#seven warlords#one piece marines#one piece memes#he doesnât do anything too egregious think more him pretending not to know you need to pool water to make tea#Mihawk almost pulls out his hair trying to question that line of thought#Garp mixes red and white wine in a plastic cup filled with ice#and Mihawk almost takes his head
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It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...
#AND then they'll be the winning team or whatever and its like... wow... imagine that... I wonder how its possible that they can get#more dishes out faster than the other teams... hrrmm.... lol#Not that they aren't still doing work like. obviously it's still hard and there's still a sales component and other stuff to be done#but It's just kind of unbalanced seeming when one group is serving like grilled shrimp sandwich with 3 homemade sauces and a#slaw and two sides and the other people are like... slicing fruit and drizzling a bottle of hersheys chocolate syrup on top of some thing#they just threw in a waffle maker for a few minutes#You see the footage of the teams cooking and everyone is like prepping a ton of different things and meat and vegetables and they have#boiling pots and pans and fryers going and tossing stuff in bowls and compiling these multi component dishes#and then That One Team is always just casually slicing bananas or doing some whipped cream in a bowl gbjhbhj#They usually dont even make their own caramel or chocolate sauces or anything. Nutella out of a jar babey!#So all you're really Making is like... whipped cream. and some sort of batter (waffle. crepe. etc)#If I got placed in a competition like that and I found out one of my opponents just sold waffles or pancake sticks or etc#like that I would just be like... okay.. I'm out then. bye. OR I would pivot and be like.. right I shall remove all complexity from my menu#whatsoever and just start selling plain balls of fried dough with powdered sugar or plain fries with nothing on them or something lol#update: OH my god.. one of these teams on a newer season is selling a 'bonus add on' where you can add#cinnamon sugar and caramel syrup (possibly not even home made by them???? just from a bottle) for $5 extra on your order#If I bought a $12 waffle from a food truck and they were like 'hey do you want to upgrade? for only $5 we'll drizzle a teaspoon#of caramel and sprinkle a little sugar and cinnamon on there!' I feel like I would cancel my order and walk away.#that is a $1 add on at MOST.. for a freaking DRIZZLE of caramel sauce LOL#and of course this team is in the top 3... squirrel.... come ON...#Which I know all these shows are fake and bad and whatever. I dont watch them seriously. I think I liked the first few seasons#but then anything past like season 4 (or whenever they started having established people who already ran food trucks on there#instead of taking a bunch of peope who had never run a food truck before and giving them one - which is a much more equal footing#premise to me) I have just been increasingly annoyed at and I really just have the show on for background noise#whilst doing chores or something and am not genuinely paying that much attention but... my god.. At least try to pretend its fair lol#WHICH I KNOWW... you can say 'well the other teams could do similar if they wanted.' or blah blah. tehcnically it's THEIR choice to#make stuff from scratch and not sell a bunch of packaged frozen chicken wings dropped into a fryer over a shitty 6min waffle or etc.#but... I will never respect a $5 for 1tbsp of caramel sauce type of situation.. even if they win.. you will always be losers in my heart#So many teams with real cooking skill & good concepts go home to the 'slap nutella on fried dough' people... how...
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guys what if i want to make my own apollo justice game.
#i need to write a prequel to aa4 pls pls pls pls pls#okay get this: so phoenix isnt disbarred yet and he doesnt have trucy. hes still taking and winning cases#one day he gets a call from edgeworth and hes all like ''wright i need your assistance'' and hes like what for and edgeworth goes#''ive been given the most ridiculous case and i think youre the only man in law who can take care of it''#so phoenix bikes his ass to the detention center and boom. child behind bars#and phoenix is like ??? hey kid what are doing here. and this kid is the most surly mfer on the planet like you couldnt get-#-a word out of him if you tried. hes kinda giving phoenix the stink eye too but hes just the littlest guy on earth#and phoenix feels bad for him so he tries to get a rundown of the case (maybe edgeworth gave him an autopsy report or smth beforehand)#but get this. the kid still wont speak. he hasnt even moved a muscle. and after some prodding you find out this little dude-#-doesnt speak english (i dont love aa6 but i think apollos tragic backstory can be interesting so we're going w that but taking it seriousl#anyways so maya is like omg this kid is speaking khurainese but hers is kinda broken bc shes not from the mainland and only knows it-#-from like prayers#so you only get bits and pieces of the kids testimony. plus he still doesnt wanna talk bc ''dhurk told me not to talk to you''#so you start following the new lead but you ask too many questions and apollos like oh shit i said too much and wont talk to you anymore#but now you have two leads: khur'ain and a man named ''dhurk'' plus the fact that this is kid might be new to america since-#-he cant speak english but is smack dab in the middle of california. its all v curious and phoenix wants to get to the bottom of it#for the rest of the case i feel like it would go in the direction of ''we dont know exactly whats up w this dhurk guy or where this kid-#-came from but we do get him acquitted and phoenix is able to save him from the dark path he was heading towards'' thus steering apollo-#-in the direction of law and giving him a wayyyy better reason than aa6 gave him <3#i kind of like the interlinked nature of ace attorney's storytelling. like everything leads into smth else and everyone is impacted-#-by another person before they even become properly entangled w each other's lives#like how mia faced dahlia years before she met phoenix but dahlia was the one to connect them#or how trucy gave phoenix the diary paper but she's also the one who ropes apollo into the waa. even before they know they're siblings#or how lamoire left apollo and trucy as children and when they reunite as adults they cant recognise each other but they all find each-#-other anyways#i could go on but i think this could be cool yknow esp bc i think the most interesting thing about apollo's aa6 backstory is his life-#-post dhurk. like where did he stay? was he a foster kid? was he put into the system? how did that affect him? what kind of ppl took him in#i just wanna know how that whole thing would have effected him bc like when yiu think about it how did he even get to america?? his dad's#-considered a terrorist. idk man i think its interesting and apollo and dhurks interactions are one of the only good parts of aa6
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Cackling to myself because there you have Nigel, who seems like a typical Good Characterâąïž...
But then you realise he's dating Basile, a murderer who stopped killing not because of guilt, but because it's an act of love towards Nigel.
...And then he marries him.
#emmodii rambles#nigel doyle#basile fernandez#my own morals are a little whack but sometimes i remember that a lot? most? people wouldn't forgive basile just because he no longer kills#I think some (most?) folks think redemption or turning over a new leaf is possible only if the person feels guilt?#i wouldn't know. maybe it's true. đ€·đ»ââïž#i wouldn't say basile's redeemed anyway. i doubt he even cares.#BUT HEY. CAN'T EXPECT EVERYONE TO 'at last they seeeee the liiiiight'--- GOTTA TAKE YOUR WINS WHERE YOU CAN GET THEM đ
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got a whopping three hours of sleeb last night and i just realized i put my underwear on inside out this morning. great day so far
#yesterday i was trying to finish twst book 6 before book 7 came out#and i got to the part where the game forces you to wait three 3 hour periods before you can advance#and you cant do them simultaneously. hey twst devs i just want to talk. who fucking did that.#it was bad enough that they make you do three identical routes that take forever to slog through. that shit sucked why punish us more#book 6 could have been so cool. the stakes are so much higher than theyve ever been this traumatized teenager could actually destroy the#world like. come on this should be epic. but instead his dead brother is trolling you with minigames you cant win if your phone lags#and then the gang splits up and i cannot stress this enough you have to play through the same exact story three times. WHY.#needless to say i am not starting book 7 yet. malleus wait for me my fucking thunder spears arent charged yet </3#and no that is not why i got no sleep that was for other not fun reasons. did you know pms/pmdd can cause insomnia. fun fact.#star emoji
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hii! itâs iluvloganhowlett iâm just on my other acc! could you do a logan fluff where logan has a soft spot for u and lit only u? like for a prompt, scott asks a question and logan answers with some âitâs none of your businessâ or is j flat out mean where as when you ask the same question minutes later heâs nicer and thorough with his answer.
and can u please make it logan x mutant!readerđ„°đ„°
Logan Howlett, underrated softie
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Logan Howlett x Reader
A/N: Hi @iluvloganhowlett!! I really appreciate your request and here it is! Enjoy, dear!!
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Winters in upstate New York were exceptionally known for their extreme coldness.
Which of course was no shock that a particular mansion at Westchester County was at -3 degrees celcius, almost reaching at 4 in your keen opinion.
Just being inside made you want to wear a thick full body coat today, wrapped with your favorite scarf and gloves. But you felt silly about that idea, seeing how everyone else was just casually surviving the day with good long sleeved tops. How lucky of them.
Though it was only 8pm, you had the senseless idea of wrapping yourself in your blanket, trying to fall asleep in your bedroom, desparately hoping to sleep through the coldest day of the week.
After a few tosses and turns, feeling the icy breeze sneak into your body, you just knew there was no hope in dozing off. Not with this kind of weather!
You groaned in defeat, sitting up to curse to yourself why you had to feel so, so, so frigid of all days today.
Maybe some instant hot chocolate by the kitchen would help you soothe yourself into sleeping soon.
So you got up, wore an oversized sweater over your thick long sleeved top, placed on your fuzzy slippers, and made your way out of your room to the kitchen.
There were still students around the mansion, either reading books with each other, watching the television by the living room, or playing some board games while having hot beverages and snacks. Hmmm, the smell of hot chocolate from some of them just made you realize that hot chocolate is always a good idea.
Meanwhile over at the kitchen, just a few minutes before you had arrived, Storm was in one of the seats in front of the counter, having her decaffinated coffee, mixing some sugar and some milk with it. Yup, she was one of those who enjoyed the taste of cofffe, even at night, so she has it decaffinated so it won't affect her sleep later.
Scott grabbed a bowl and a box of Lucky Charms cereal from the cupboards and made his way to the fridge, which was being leaned on by Logan, who was having a round of beer.
Scott stood in front of Logan with a serious look on his face, expecting Logan to move. But Logan, who wanted to mess with the man, just stared back at him, flashing a mischievous look. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Move, asshole," Scott sneered, "I need milk."
Logan continued drinking from his beer, still eyeing scott with the same mischievous look on his face, ignoring his command.
"Oh, Scott, I still have some!" Storm interrupted, saving Scott from possibly wanting to strike Logan, based on his tight grip on his bowl, and now slightly wrinked cereal box.
"Dick," Scott muttered under his breath, moving through Logan, who felt like he won another round of Logan v Scott. That small win was now done being celebrated when you finally arrived into the kitchen.
"Hey guys," you greeted your colleagues, getting some 'heys' from Storm and a slightly disgruntled Scott.
"Hey, doll," Logan recited gently, earning a dear smile from you. He watched you look around the cupboards, noticing your mystified expression as you wandered around each cupboard and cabinets.
You then moved to the fridge, "Sorry, could I just check something inside?" you asked Logan softly with your fingers skimming over each other.
Scott looked up from his meal, watching Logan expose a smile on his mouth, gently moving aside as you opened the fridge, watching you hmph in disappointment.
Scott made his own quiet hmph to himself, seeing Logan's patience with you, to which Storm smiled coyly seeing sparks fly around the tough Wolverine.
"Didn't find what you were looking for, darl?"
"Yeah, I think the kids got the last instant hot chocolate powders for themselves," you frowned lightly in disappointment. "It's okay though," admitting in defeat. You were starting to make your way out, looking at the doorframe, "I think I'll just-"
"Hold on there, bub," Logan's instruction brought you to a halt. You turned around to see a now quiet Logan, whose eyes were looking into, what he thought, were puppy eyes. "Instant powders are for kids," he continued, his eyes quickly scanning around the room as if he was about to make use of the information around him.
"How about I make you some real hot chocolate, huh?"
While Scott and Storm turned to each other, exchanging unsure looks, you let out a small laugh in disbelief, which determined Logan to actually pull it off.
"You?"
You didn't want to sound mean about it, I mean, anyone can make hot chocolate. It wasn't rocket science, or some gourmet dish, but never in your wildest dreams did you think that Logan Howlett, the man who only went to the kitchen to bring out his secret stash of beer, would make you hot chocolate?
But the way you asked didn't matter to Logan, as he got whole milk, chocolate, whipped cream, and heavy cream from the fridge, walked to another counter for powdered sugar, and expresso powder, which he directly got a teaspoon of from Storm's side to which she didn't say anything about, since she herself, was inclined to watch Logan act as if he was someone else she didn't know.
Logan was now whisking together his ingredients in a saucepan that you helped get.
"How long should these be over the heat?" you tip-toed, wanting to see over Logan's shoulder's as he was perfectly centered in front of the saucepan.
"Till you see small bubbles appear around the edges," he replied, looking over at you tip-toe, which he wanted to melt at just seeing.
He then stirred in chopped chocolate, waiting for it to melt, and carefully placing the sauce to low heat, stating to you that 'it's needed for the chocolate to melt completely.'
His little moment of domestic fluff with you and him in the kitchen was put to a pause when a voice from somewhere behind him got his unfortunate attention.
"Since when did you have time to learn all this?," Scott teased, receiving a nudge from the elbow from Storm who shook her head.
"Shut the hell up, prick," Logan said, not even facing a smirking Scott.
Logan then served the drinks in two mugs for him and for you, of course topping them with lots of whipped cream. More than excited to try Logan's hot chocolate, you immediately took a careful sip, tasting the intense, rich, and absolute heaven which had to be the most decadent hot chocolate ever.
"Oh my god," you said, closing your eyes with satisfaction, "It feels like I'm in one of those Parisian cafes, drinking the best hot chocolate there."
It was as if every sip made you forget about how cold and freezing you were just earlier, and seeing you look so content with the drink made Logan want to beam, but of course realized Scott and Storm were, annoyingly still around.
"Glad you like it, Y/N," he thanked, seeing you turn to face him with a curious look on your face.
"I do want to ask..." you hung back the question, "When did you have time to learn how to perfect this? I know you didn't just learn this overnight."
It was a genuine question because despite living since the 1800s or so, it was not exactly like Logan had free time to cook around or whip up hot chocolate, right? This man went through a lot in his life, and would he really just use his spare time investing in something like.. hot chocolate?
Logan looked down, with a humble and small smile on his face.
"My mother..," he first started, "When I was young and while my dad was out, she would make hot chocolate on cold days, or even any day for that matter."
There was so much value you had, appreciating the little yet deeply personal story behind your now, favorite drink. You knew Logan was never an open book with anyone. It was more of a shut and locked up book with the key below the bottom of the ocean for no one to pick up.
But the way he had just been with you tonight so far, was like, he was giving you the key for you, and literally you only.
"So you rememberd her exact recipe?" you inquired more, with a sparkle that Logan saw in your eyes.
"Nah, not exactly," he said, slightly timid with a grin, " 'course I adapted to today's ingredients like instant whipped cream, but it's something like what she made before."
"Do you think you could make some for me again tomorrow?" You genuinely requested, which made Logan more or less, want to fold and do as you say in a heartbeat.
But of course, he wanted to slightly play it cool. "Don't see why not," nodding in agreement.
"Good, I'm gonna bring this with me back to my room now," you announced, "Thanks so much, Logan, good night!"
You then smiled at Scott and Storm, waving them goodbye as you walked away from them, leaving them to smirk like children at Logan.
"That was cute." Storm said, bringing Logan back to his usual, serious look.
"I'd love to try some tomorrow too, Logan," Scott tried to fake his genuine statement at the same time trying not to burst a laughter out of him.
Without any words this time, Logan, holding his mug of hot chocolate in hand, passed Scott with one claw out from his other hand, slicing his cereal box in half.
"Asshole!" Scott yelled, now trying to pick up the pieces of cereal as Logan walked out of the kitchen took a sip from his mug, indulding in the fact that,
A. he made another successful hot chocolate in his life
B. he gets to make it again for you tomorrow
C. he hopes to make it for you for as long as winter's still there.
#wolverine x reader#Logan howlett x reader#wolverine#x men#x-men#logan howlett#wolverine fluff#logan howlett fluff#wolverine x reader fluff#marvel#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine one shots#wolverine x you#wolverine fic#wolverine oneshots#marvel oneshot#x-men oneshot#the wolverine
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àż àż hot, hot summer !
in which you got the offer of a lifetimeâtakes place in 2006-2009 era! @mrrpmiao miao, youâre so responsible for the brain worm youâve instilled in my mindđââïž
a part of gojo's love entries
summer is as hot as you are pretty.
itâs an undisputed fact to satoru. after all, he chose you. so of course you were the best. he supposed even strangers here would eventually come to realize it too⊠as it wasnât the first time their kind had done so.
kamakura beach was packed in summer, and he stepped away a bit to get you shaved ice only to come back to this appalling sight.
âmiss! ooh! youâre so gorgeous!â
this suspicious-looking middle-aged manâwith goatee, long tied hair, wearing palm shirt and beach shortsâapproached you so merrily as you were chilling under the parasol.
âah thank youâŠ?â you pasted a taut smile, totally clueless and spooked, hoping he would go on his way.
âi mean it! your body is soâwow!â the man gasped dramatically, appraising you from head to toe. âyour bustâitâs perfect! youâd make a good cover girl, you know!â
you were wearing the bikini of the same brand inoue waka endorsed at satoruâs insistence, and true, it was indeed a sight for sore eyes.
his sore eyes, specifically. not others.
satoru scowled, and he marched towards where you were. he would do his job as alwaysâchasing away no-good men from you.
âhey you,â he barked. âwhat business do you have with my girl here?â
the bearded man regarded him with surprise, before he assessed him from top to bottom. âoh! youâre mr. boyfriend? whoa, you donât look bad yourself!â
âif youâre trying to bother myââ
âno, no! youâve got the wrong idea!â the man defended, raising both hands in surrender. âyou see, iâm about to offer the pretty lady a gig as a gravure model!â
wha? you gaped. satoru blinked.
âm-me?â you stammered, flabbergasted, pointing at yourself. âuh, are you sure?â
âyes! 100% sure!â the agent man replied with stars in his eyes. âmiss, with your assets, youâll outshine even inoue waka or kaoru sakurako themselves!â
âreally?!â you almost laughed. it was a strange compliment, but a compliment nonetheless.
but next to you, satoruâs face darkened, his eyes obscured. his fists clenched around the paper bowl of shaved ice so hard it shook. the next thing you knowâ
âhere, hold this.â he suddenly shoved the shaved ice to you, before he plucked his sandal off andâ
âYOU!â satoru raised the flip-flop above his head, his eyes blazing with fury, ready to swing it at the man. âGET LOST YOU SLIMY BOZO!â
ââ?! WAIT, YOUNG MAN!â
and then came the most disastrous scene before you: your boyfriend chased the agent with his sandal, throwing it at him that it bonked his head, then grabbed someoneâs big-ass water gun without permission and continued the pursuit, determined to catch him.
. . .
âhow could you?! why do you seem even remotely interested!?â satoru fierily questioned you after he was done cooking the gravure video agent, panting and sopping wet. in the end, the two of them got into a water gun fight that ended with him winning.
you turned to him, feigning an unimpressed expression. âhe said i can outshine inoue waka. who wouldnât want that chance?â
âyou canât!â he retorted almost immediately, aghast. âi mean, yeah you can! but no! no way! you canât flaunt your body for everyone to see!â
âwhy?â
âyou are mine!â he pouted hard, irked. âi donât want to share you! you are for the consumption of my eyes only!â
his blatant response made you giddy, truthfully. and as if to stress his point, he suddenly pulled you to his chest from behind, wrapping both arms around you, making you squeal.
âsatoru, youâre wet!â
âso? when i marry you someday, weâre going to share a lot of things together. wet is one of them.â
âdoes this mean youâd pick me over inoue waka?â you threw him a suggestive smile, looking up at him expectantly.
his face then turned pink, as he smooched you in the head. âyou know the answer to that, dummy.â
who would have thought that he would really keep his promise and that you'd come to the same beach years later...?
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a winners celebration - LANDO NORRIS
pairing : lando norris x best friend!reader
summary : win celebrations look a little different for lando norris this time around
warnings/notes : swearing, drinking, smut, unprotected sex (please use a condom!), overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, oral (both!receiving), praise kink, use of "baby" and "good girl", pussydrunk!lando lowkey, 69, dacryphilia
word count : 5.3k
a/n : i miss race weekends | there's a lot more plot to this compared to the previous days
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September 22, 2024 - 10:36 PM
Lando was riding a high of adrenaline and joy as the checkered flag waved at the finish line, signaling his victory at the Singapore Grand Prix. His team swarmed around him, celebrating and congratulating him for the hard-earned win, but it was the person waiting in the pit stands that caught his eye.
Y/n stood there, smiling and waving, watching Lando's success. He couldn't help but grin wider, seeing his best friend's proud expression. He knew that she had been there cheering him on, supporting him every step of the way.
Lando quickly shook off the other team members, making his way over to where Y/n stood. He walked with a slight swagger, still riding the high of the race win. Once he reached his friend, he flashed a cocky smirk, before enveloping her in a tight hug.
"Told you I'd win." He murmured jokingly, pulling back to look Y/n in the eye.
Y/n laughed, returning the hug and rolling their eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're so full of yourself." She teased playfully, punching him lightly in the arm.
Lando just chuckled, shrugging. "Hey, can you blame me? I just won the damn race. I feel like I could take on the world right now."
She chuckled at his boastful statement, shaking her head in amusement. "More like your ego could take on the world. Careful, your head might not fit through the doors anymore if it gets any bigger."
He gasped in mock offense. "Hey, my head is the perfect size, thank you very much." Lando protested jokingly, running a hand through his hair. "Besides, you love my ego and you know it."
Y/n rolled her eyes again, but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah. Your ego is just so charming, how could I resist." She replied sarcastically, pretending to swoon.
Lando looked at Y/n apologetically. "I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go give some interviews and stuff. But I'll meet you in the hotel lobby in a bit, and we'll go out and celebrate. Sound good?"
She nodded, understanding. "Yeah, no worries. Go do your press stuff." Y/n said with a smile. "I'll see you in a bit in the lobby."
Lando nodded, already turning to walk away when he suddenly stopped and turned back, a mischievous grin on his face. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss on Y/n's cheek before realizing what he'd just done.
He froze, realizing how he may have crossed a line. He quickly blurted out a "thank you" and turned away, heading off to do his interviews while leaving Y/n shocked and confused by the unexpected display of affection.
Y/n was left standing there, feeling her cheek where Lando had kissed her before walking away. They were both shocked and confused by his actions, unsure of what to make of it.
Y/n took a moment to compose herself, shaking her head to snap out of the daze and heading back to the hotel. As she walked, she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss on the cheek. Did it mean something, or was it just a spontaneous act in the heat of the moment? Y/n wasn't sure, but the thought of it made her chest flutter.
September 22, 2024 - 11:43 PM
An hour or so later, Y/n was waiting in the hotel lobby, just as they had agreed upon. She was sitting on a plush couch in the lobby, scrolling through her phone, when suddenly, they heard a familiar voice say, "Hey, there you are."
Y/n looked up from her phone to see Lando strolling toward her, looking more casual now that he wasn't in his race suit. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, his hair tousled and messy from the helmet. He gave her a charming grin as he approached.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. The interviews took longer than I thought they would." He said, sitting down next to Y/n on the couch.
"It's all good," Y/n replied with a smile. "At least you're free now, and we can go out and celebrate."
Lando leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms above his head. "Yeah, I'm all yours now. So, what's the plan for the night?"
Y/n stood up, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Alright, we're going out for drinks. I know a great bar nearby that has the best cocktails. Sound good?"
Lando groaned as she grabbed his wrist, pulling him up from the couch. "Hey, can a guy get a little break after winning a Grand Prix? I just sat down." He protested jokingly, feigning resistance.
Y/n just laughed, not releasing her grip on his wrist. "Nope, no breaks. We're going out to celebrate. Come on, get up." She tugged him lightly, urging him to follow her.
Lando rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Fine, fine. I'll come, but only because you're practically dragging me out the door." He grumbled dramatically.
She smiled as she led Lando out of the hotel, still holding onto his wrist. "And the bar is just a few minutes walk from here, so it's not far," she said, glancing at him. "Plus, some fresh air will do you good. You probably need to clear your head from all those interviews, anyway."
Lando huffed in agreement, secretly enjoying the feeling of her holding onto him. "Yeah, the interviews were exhausting. I swear, they ask the same damn questions every time. I could give all the answers in my sleep at this point."
Y/n chuckled, giving his wrist a playful tug. "Don't get yourself too worked up. We're here to have fun tonight, remember? No thinking about interviews or racing or any of that stuff."
Lando smiled, nodding in agreement. "You're right, you're right. Tonight is all about letting loose and celebrating. No work, no racing⊠just us and some good drinks."
She grinned at that, and they continued walking until they reached the bar. The place was buzzing with energy, music could be heard from inside, and the neon signs above the door flickered alluringly.
Lando gazed at the bar, seeing the lively atmosphere within. "Looks like this place is popular," he commented, looking down at Y/n. "How did you even find this place, anyway?"
Y/n looked up at Lando, a smile on her lips as she answered his question. "Oh, I came here with Alexandra for a girls' night out a few months ago. It's a pretty cool spot. Good drinks and good music."
Lando raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you've already been here? And you didn't tell me about it until now?" He feigned indignation, giving her a playful nudge with his elbow.
Y/n shrugged her shoulders, a playful smirk on her face. "Hey, it's not my fault you were partying it up in Ibiza while I was here in Singapore. You weren't exactly available for bar hopping."
Lando chuckled at that, conceding her point. "Alright, alright, fair enough. I was having a blast in Ibiza, but I guess I missed out on some good bars here in Singapore."
Y/n gave Lando a teasing smile before guiding him into the bar. The music inside was even more vibrant, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air. They found a spot at the bar, and Y/n gestured for Lando to sit down next to her.
Lando took a seat on the barstool next to Y/n, glancing around the place. The bar was dimly lit, with colorful lights casting a warm, inviting glow over everything. People were gathered around, chatting and enjoying their drinks, adding to the lively atmosphere.
Y/n called the bartender over and ordered a cocktail for herself. Then, she turned to Lando and asked, "What do you want to drink? Something strong, or something a bit fancier?"
He contemplated for a moment, leaning against the bar. "Hmm, I'm feeling like something classic tonight. I think I'll go with a gin and tonic."
She nodded, relaying Lando's order to the bartender. "One gin and tonic for the grand prix winner, please," Y/n said with a smile. The bartender nodded and began preparing their orders.
Lando chuckled at Y/n's remark, his ego slightly boosted. "You know, I could get used to you calling me a grand prix winner." He said, a hint of pride in his voice.
Y/n chuckled and rolled her eyes at Lando's comment. "Oh, come on. This isn't your first win, Norris. You've won two races before this one, remember?"
He glanced at Y/n, a sly smile on his lips. "Yeah, but this time it's different. You were actually here to witness my win. And I must say, it felt fucking good."
Y/n smiled mischievously, deciding to tease Lando a bit. She leaned closer to him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, I see what's going on here. You have such a huge crush on me, don't you?"
Lando chuckled at her remark and responded with a hint of banter, "Hey, hey, that was high school, alright? We're adults now. We've moved on and grown past all that silly crush stuff."
Y/n chuckled as well, enjoying their playful banter. "Is that so? So you're saying you don't have a crush on me anymore?" She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile on her face.
He rolled his eyes, trying to maintain a nonchalant expression. "Yeah, yeah, I've totally moved on. No more silly crushes here." He took a sip of his gin and tonic, clearly not fooling Y/n for a second.
She just smiled, not believing him for a moment. She knew Lando well enough to know that he was just playing tough. "Uh-huh, sure you have. And the moon is made of cheese, right? And pigs can fly."
Lando huffed in mock indignation, trying to keep up his act. "Hey, I'll have you know, I'm a sophisticated man now. I don't have crushes like some high school kid. That's all in the past."
Y/n couldn't help but laugh loudly at Lando's statement. "Oh, because those flings totally prove you're over crushes and completely sophisticated now, right?" She teased with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile at her sarcasm. "Alright, alright, fine. Maybe I've had a few flings and whatnot, but that doesn't prove anything. That's just casual stuff, not the same as having a crush."
She grinned and rolled her eyes again, amused by Lando's attempts to deny his feelings. "Oh, c'mon, finish your drink. We're here here to celebrate and let loose. Let's go out there and dance a little, shall we?"
Lando downed the rest of his gin and tonic with a smirk. "Alright, alright, you've convinced me. Let's go dance." He stood up from his barstool, offering a hand to Y/n.
Y/n took his hand with a smile and hopped off her own barstool, following Lando toward the dance floor of the bar. The music was pumping, the lights were flashing, and a group of people were already dancing on the floor.
He led her into the midst of the dance floor, finding a spot for them to dance. As the music played, they both started swaying and moving to the beat. With each step and move, their bodies would occasionally brush against each other, sending sparks of electricity through them.
She could feel her pulse quickening as she danced with Lando. Their bodies moved in sync with the music, each step bringing them closer together. The atmosphere was electrifying with Lando so close, the heat between them undeniable
Lando's fingers gently traced small circles on her hip, the touch sending shivers down her spine. The music and the people around them seemed to fade into the background as they swayed together, their eyes locked onto each other.
He couldn't resist pulling her even closer, their bodies now pressed against each other. Lando's arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as they continued to move to the music. Her scent, the way she felt against him, it was driving him wild.
Lando's lips, hot and needy, began to trail kisses down her neck, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. Everywhere his lips touched sent a rush of heat through her body, a small gasp escaping her lips.
His tongue darted out, tracing a path along her sensitive skin, his lips alternating between soft kisses and lingering nibbles. The sensation was maddening, her mind clouding with desire as he continued his exploration of her neck.
A soft moan escaped Y/n's lips as Lando continued his assault on her neck. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, her body arching against his. "L-Lando," she gasped softly, her voice filled with a mixture of need and desire.
Y/n's words were barely above a whisper, her voice hoarse with need. "Not here," she repeated, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Lando had the exact same thought running through his mind.
Lando pulled back reluctantly, his lips leaving her neck with a final lingering kiss. He looked at her, his eyes darkened with lust, taking in her flushed cheeks and the way she was gripping his shirt. He knew exactly what she meant, and the same need was burning through him.
"Let's go," Lando murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He took her hand in his, the skin-to-skin contact sending another jolt of electricity through them.
The two of them practically sprinted out of the bar, the cool night air doing little to cool their ardor. The hotel wasn't far, but the short walk felt like an eternity as their bodies practically ached with desire.
They reached the hotel lobby, their breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. Lando led Y/n towards the elevator, practically hitting the button to call it impatiently. As they waited, Lando turned towards Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and need.
As the elevator doors open, Lando gently shoved Y/n into the elevator with the doors quickly closing behind them. As the elevator began to move upwards, Lando backed her against the wall of the elevator, trapping her between his body and the cold metal.
Lando wasted no time, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. His hands came up to cup her face, holding her in place as his tongue darted out to trace the seam of her lips.
The kiss grew more intense, and Y/n found herself responding to him. Her body melted against his, her hands gripping his shoulders as a soft moan escaped her lips. "LandoâŠ" she whispered, her voice filled with need.
The elevator continued to ascend, and Y/n's mind was clouded with need. Lando's lips left hers briefly, only to blaze a trail of hot kisses down her neck. She found herself arching against him, whispering "MoreâŠplease" as her body ached for his touch.
Lando seemed encouraged by her pleading, his hands roaming her body as his lips continued their assault on her neck. He pressed his body against hers, his hips slowly rutting against her in a teasing rhythm.
"Gods, you're driving me crazy," Lando muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands moved lower, cupping her hips and pulling her impossibly close so they were flush against each other.
Lando grudgingly pulled back, reluctantly detaching his mouth from Y/N's neck. The elevator doors opened with a soft 'ding,' signaling they had reached his floor. Lando stepped back, reluctantly removing his hands from her hips.
His eyes burned as he looked at her; her lips slightly swollen, skin flushed, and hair disheveled. The sight of her sent another jolt of need through him, but he managed to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he gestured for her to follow him down the hallway towards his hotel room.
Lando fumbled with the key card, opening the door to his room. He ushered Y/N inside, his eyes never leaving her. The moment the door shut behind them, Lando pushed Y/N against it, and the sound of the door slamming echoed in the quiet room.
His body pressed against hers, trapping her between the cool wood of the door and his warm, solid frame. His hands found her wrists, pinning them above her head as his lips crashed against hers in a passionate, bruising kiss.
Y/n and Lando were both feeling the effects of the alcohol they had consumed earlier that night. Their inhibitions lowered, they found themselves drawn to each other, their bodies pressed close together as they made out passionately against the door.
Y/n's heart raced as Lando's lips met hers, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his strong hands roaming over her curves. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Lando's hands slid down to Y/n's hips, pulling her even closer to him. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest, and it only fueled his desire for her. His lips trailed down to her neck, leaving a path of hot kisses along her skin.
Y/n tilted her head back, giving Lando better access to her sensitive neck. She could feel his teeth grazing her skin, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, holding him close as he continued his assault on her senses.
Lando's strong arms easily lifted Y/n, carrying her over to the nearby bed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he laid her down gently on the soft mattress. The movement caused her short dress to ride up, revealing the tantalizing sight of her light blue lace panties.
Lando's breath caught in his throat at the erotic view. He drank in the sight of Y/n's long, toned legs and the delicate fabric barely covering her most intimate area. Desire coursed through his veins, his arousal growing with each passing second.
Y/n looked up at Lando with lust-filled eyes, a coy smile playing on her lips. She could see the hunger in his gaze as it roamed over her body. Slowly, teasingly, she reached down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties.
"Do you like what you see, Lando?" Y/n purred, her voice low and seductive. She slowly started to slide the lace down her legs, revealing more of her smooth, creamy skin, before putting them back on teasingly.
Lando knelt before Y/n, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he leaned in to leave a trail of hot kisses along her smooth skin. "God, I fucking love this view," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're so pretty, so perfect."
Y/n shivered with anticipation as Lando's lips moved higher and higher up her thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath on her sensitive skin, and it only heightened her arousal. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him closer to her aching core.
Lando's fingers hooked into the waistband of Y/n's panties, slowly pulling them down and off her legs. He tossed them aside, his eyes feasting on the glistening wetness between her thighs. "You're so wet for me, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Unable to resist any longer, Lando leaned in and ran his tongue along Y/n's slit, savoring the taste of her arousal. She let out a gasp, her hips bucking against his face as he continued to explore her most intimate area with his tongue.
Y/n's moans grew louder and more frequent as Lando devoured her like a man starved. His tongue delved deep into her dripping folds, lapping up her arousal. He alternated between broad strokes and targeted flicks against her sensitive clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
"Oh god, Lando! Yes, just like that!" Y/n cried out, her voice trembling with ecstasy. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him firmly against her as she ground her hips against his face. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the room, mixing with her moans.
Lando groaned against her, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. He could feel her thighs beginning to quiver and tense around his head, signaling her impending release. Determined to bring her over the edge, he redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he thrust two fingers deep inside her tight cunt.
Y/n's eyes flew open as she felt Lando's fingers suddenly plunge into her wet heat. She looked down at him, her eyes wide and filled with shock and arousal. Their gazes locked, and the intensity of the moment sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
Lando's fingers pumped in and out of her, curling to hit that special spot inside her that made her see stars. His thumb rubbed circles on her clit, the dual stimulation pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Eyes on me, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled against her sensitive flesh. "I want to see your face when you cum."
Y/n's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Lando's fingers worked their magic inside her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his, the connection between them only heightening her pleasure. Her body tensed, the coil of tension in her lower belly winding tighter and tighter.
Lando could sense her impending orgasm, and he doubled down on his efforts. He sucked hard on her clit, his fingers pumping furiously in and out of her dripping cunt. He wanted to feel her come undone, to watch her face as she lost herself in the throes of passion.
With a final flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, Y/n finally reached her breaking point. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. "Lando!" she screamed, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
Lando continued to work her through her orgasm, his fingers and tongue bringing her down from the high. As her body went limp, he pulled back and looked up at her with a satisfied grin. "That's it, baby."
Lando stood up, his face glistening with Y/n's juices. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. With a growl, he quickly stripped off his clothes, tossing them haphazardly on the floor until he stood before her completely naked.
Y/n's gaze roamed over his muscular body, taking in every inch of his tanned skin and hard planes. Her eyes zeroed in on his impressive erection, standing proud and ready. She licked her lips, already craving more of him.
Lando climbed onto the bed, crawling over Y/n's prone form. He hovered above her, his hips nestled between her thighs. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock."
Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, using her heels to urge him closer. "Then take me," she breathed, her nails raking down his back. "Fuck me hard, Lando. Make me yours."
Lando positioned himself at Y/n's entrance, the head of his cock teasing her slick folds. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, beckoning him to plunge into her depths. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her tight walls enveloping him.
"Oh fuck, you feel amazing," Lando grunted, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. He set a relentless pace, his thick cock stretching and filling her with each powerful thrust.
Y/n's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by Lando. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his every stroke. "Yes, just like that!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.
Lando's thrusts grew harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove into her again and again. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every move. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.
Y/n's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her second orgasm crashed over her. "Oh god, Lando! I'm cumming!" she screamed, her walls clamping down around his throbbing cock.
The sensation of her coming undone around him pushed Lando over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his load. But instead of staying inside her, he pulled out at the last moment, his hot seed spurting onto her stomach and breasts.
"Fuck, Y/n," Lando groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself onto her. Pulling out, he watched as his cum coated her skin, marking her as his.
Barely giving Y/n a moment to catch her breath, Lando lifted her up. His strong hands gripped her hips, lifting her up and positioning her so that she was straddling his face. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his voice muffled against her dripping folds.
Y/n gasped as she felt Lando's tongue delve into her sensitive cunt, his lips and teeth nipping at her swollen clit. Her hands braced against the headboard, her body already trembling with renewed arousal.
Lando's hands gripped her ass, spreading her open for him as he devoured her like a man possessed. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue, driving her wild with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Lando!" Y/n cried out, her hips grinding against his face. She could feel another orgasm building, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter.
Y/n's eyes drifted down to Lando's cock, still rock hard and glistening with their combined juices. A wicked grin spread across her face as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against his thighs as she brought her lips to the tip of his member.
She placed a soft kiss on the head, her tongue darting out to lap up the drops of precum. Lando groaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Encouraged by his reaction, Y/n took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
In the 69 position, they pleasured each other with reckless abandon. Y/n bobbed her head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat with each pass. Lando's tongue delved into her folds, lapping up her sweet nectar as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
As Lando's tongue worked its magic on Y/n's sensitive clit, she could feel her orgasm building rapidly. Her hips bucked against his face, her moans muffled by his thick cock filling her mouth. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around him as she gagged on his length.
Lando's own pleasure mounted, his cock twitching in Y/n's mouth as he approached his climax. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. With a final, powerful thrust of his tongue, he sent her over the edge.
Y/n's scream of ecstasy was cut off by Lando's cock as he erupted in her mouth. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to swallow his hot seed. The sensation of his cum hitting the back of her throat only intensified her own orgasm, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Lando's insatiable desire for Y/n showed no signs of abating. As they both came down from their intense orgasms, he pulled her off his body, repositioning her so that she was straddling him. He leaned back against the headboard, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her onto his still-hard cock.
"Ride me, baby," Lando growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you bouncing on my dick."
Y/n's body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. She placed her hands on his chest for balance, slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing member. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he stretched her once again, filling her completely.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Lando's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she rode him. The combination of pain and pleasure only served to heighten her arousal, her walls clenching around him with each thrust.
Y/n's movements became more erratic, her body struggling to keep up with the relentless pace Lando had set. "I can't... I can't take anymore," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lando's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Be a good girl f' me," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "I know you can take another round."
Tears streamed down Y/n's face as she tried to comply with his demands. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for relief. But the thought of letting Lando down was too much to bear. She gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain and exhaustion as she continued to ride him.
Lando could sense her struggle, but he refused to relent. He wanted to push her to her limits, to see just how much she could take. His cock throbbed inside her, the sensation of her tight walls clenching around him driving him closer to the edge.
Despite her exhaustion, Y/n found the strength to continue riding Lando's cock. Her hips moved in a steady rhythm, rising and falling as she took him deep inside her. The pain and pleasure mixed together, creating a heady cocktail that left her dizzy with sensation.
Lando's hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. He pinched her nipples, twisting them slightly as he watched her face contort with a mix of pain and pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Take it all for me."
Y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort of keeping up with Lando's relentless pace. She could feel another orgasm building, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter.
Lando could sense her impending release, and he doubled his efforts. His hips bucked up to meet her downward thrusts, his cock hitting that special spot inside her that made her see stars. "Cum for me, Y/n," he demanded, his voice thick with lust.
Y/n's body tensed, her back arching as she felt her orgasm approaching. She gritted her teeth, pushing herself to the limit as she rode Lando's cock with increasing fervor. Her walls began to flutter around him, signaling her imminent release.
"Oh god, Lando!" she cried out, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm going to cum!"
Lando's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her with powerful strokes. "That's it, baby," he growled, his own release building. "Let go for me. Cum all over my cock."
With a final, desperate thrust, Y/n reached her breaking point. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around Lando's throbbing member as she came undone. The sensation of her tightening around him was too much for Lando to bear, and with a guttural groan, he erupted inside her, his hot seed filling her with each powerful pulse.
As they both came down from their intense orgasms, Lando leaned forward, capturing Y/n's lips in a passionate kiss. His hands caressed her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that still clung to her lashes. "You did so good, baby," he murmured against her lips. "I'm so proud of you."
Y/n's body went limp, her head resting on Lando's shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel his cock still inside her, softening but not yet fully withdrawn. The sensation was comforting, a reminder of the incredible pleasure they had just shared.
Lando continued to pepper her face with gentle kisses, his lips trailing along her jawline and down her neck. "You're amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and affection.
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âSilent treatmentâ
LADS Men reacting you giving them the silent treatment ⊠also I just found what all the boys flowers are and theyâre meanings âŠ. these game devs are a little too good at their job
Zayne
Zayne: Letâs not let your efforts to find a new bakery go to waste
MC: âŠ.
Zayne: Are you alright?
MC: âŠ.
Zayne: My apologies did you not want to go anymore?
MC: âŠ.
Zayne, Thinking: Her birthday was 3 months ago our anniversary is 4 months 2 weeks and 6 days from now, I got her all the plushies she wanted, I let her win 8 games of kitty cards, I took a bite out of her pastry 3 weeks ago⊠that must be it
MC: I can hear the gears in your mind grinding at lightning speed relax
Zayne: Was it the pastry? Iâm sorry Iâll buy you more and I wonât take a bite even if eating your food is more appealing
MC: I was just joking itâs okay
Zayne: What flavor do you want? Actually disregard Iâll buy every flavor
MC: Zayne
Rafayel
Rafayel: Guess where weâre going
MC: âŠ.
Rafayel: The night market!
MC: âŠ
Rafayel: You donât want to eat?
MC: âŠ
Rafayel: You donât want to play games?
MC: âŠ
Rafayel: Do you not want to hang out with me?
MC: âŠ
Rafayel: âŠ.are you mad at me? Are you mad at me?? Are đđŒ You đđŒ Mad đđŒ At đđŒMe đđŒ ??? Are you MAD AT MEE?? HEY!! ARE YOU MAD AT ME??!!
MC: RAFAYEL
Rafayel: ARE YOU MAD AT MEEEE???!!
MC: IM NOT MAD STOP YELLING
Rafayel: Donât ignore me like that I should spit bubbles at you ⊠my knees are about to give out I canât feel my legs
MC: Are you done?
Rafayel: Air I need air
MC: Get off the floor
Xavier
Xavier: Hey cutie
MC: âŠ
Xavier: You hear me?
MC: âŠ
Xavier: Oh Iâve had this happen before
MC: ????
Xavier: *Rushes out of the room comes back with a long needle, peroxide, & tissue*
MC: ?!!!
Xavier: I had impacted wax in my left ear once I can fix yours easy
MC: I CAN HEAR YOU I CAN HEAR YOU GET THAT OVERGROWN SEWING NEEDLE AWAY FROM ME
Xavier: Are you sure?
MC: YES
Xavier: So you were ignoring me?
MC: It was a prank
Xavier: Iâll check just in case
MC: Get back đ€ș
Sylus
MC: âŠ
Sylus: âŠ
MC: ⊠*hard sigh*
Sylus: Itâs nice and quiet today
MC: âŠ
Sylus: Yea this is nice
MC: >:(âŠ.
Sylus: I wish it was like this more often
MC: âŠ. :(
Sylus: So peaceful I could fall asleep
MC: Are you saying Iâm annoying?
Sylus: I knew I could get you to break your silence kitten
MC: Can you fall for my pranks please?
Sylus: When you have a clever prank Iâll fall for it sweetie
MC: âŠâŠ đĄ
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? iâm a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and iâd love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)
warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance
a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when theyâre excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if itâs incorrect lol
before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldnât have it any other way. his friends however, werenât very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.
which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. âso this is why she has you locked away, huh?â you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. âwhat the fuck, guys?!â rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. âyou left the door unlocked, playboy.â topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafeâs chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.
âare you okay, baby?â rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. âiâm in my bra and panties!â you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafeâs bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. âyâall shouldâve called me or something.â his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.
âshe has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?â no, the answer was no. âit doesnât matter, you two shouldnât have walked in like that.â topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. âchill, man, we just came to see our boy,â kelce slapped rafeâs shoulder, âand beat your ass at poker.â he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ânot a chance.â before going upstairs to check on you. ây/n?â you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.
âhey..â you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. âwhy donât you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game weâre gonna play.â you shook your head, recalling topperâs words from earlier; âso this is why she has you locked away, huh?â locked away? really? âi better not, you should go have your âbroâ time, i know itâs been awhile..â you smiled, hoping he didnât catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. âi want you with me.â he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.
âwhat if they donât, though?â rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. âwell then they can leave.â he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. âthe girl scout is joining us?â you didnât miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. âyes, she is. is there a problem?â kelce mumbled a âno.â, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.
rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didnât know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. âthereâs no way!â topper slammed his losing cards on the table, âi have nothing!â kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. âif i flip this card and itâs right, i take all of this.â the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.
âwith this money weâll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?â you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. âcalm down, do you really have to be so loud?â your smile dropped, along with rafeâs. âforreal.â topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.
âwhatâs up yâallâs asses? sheâs just cheering,â rafe pulled you to his side, âjust a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.â in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldnât help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.
âwe hardly see you anymore, bro, we just donât understand why she canât lay off sometimes.â topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldnât believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. âhas it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.â topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.
âand not that it matters anymore, âcause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you donât even know what youâre talking about.â rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, âand iâm keeping the beers assholes!â
rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. âdonât cry, sweetheart, theyâre both idiots.â you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. âtalk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.â
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race car driver steve and pit crew eddie
flirting during pit stops. always seems like itâs going to lead somewhere but never does. eventually, as heâs heading to the track, steve tells eddie heâll take him out *when* he wins. not if.
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âshe handles fineâ
âcanât say the same thing about meâ
âyeah?â
âhmâ
âi think i could handle youâ
âyou say that to all the crew?â
âjust the pretty onesâ
â
âall oiled up and ready to go?â
âalways for you harrington.
.. oh you mean the carâ
âyeah, munsonâthe car. i already make enough pit stops as is.â
â
âwe have a problem.â
âwhat? why whatâs wrong??â
âyou didnât say anything about my outfitâ
ââŠ
turn around for me.
it makes your rear view look, *fantastic*â
âcall my ass âmy rear viewâ again-â
âHEY! you ASKED THIS TIMEâ
âYEAH. *THIS TIME*â
â
âthat engine isnât the only thing iâm good at revving up.â
ââŠis that- are you-â
*shrug*
âUGH. i hate that that worked. that was TERRIBLE.â
â:)â
see, when steve finally gets the guts to actually commit to being serious, to genuinely asking eddie out afterwards, win or not, it goes a little something like thisâŠ
âRacers, please make your way to the start line.â
âEddie?â He walks over as Steve pushes his helmet over his head, flattening his coiffed hair.
âYeah?â
âAfter this race, when I win,â Oh, oh, is this going where he thinks itâs going? Is this Steve finally taking a chance on this grease rat? Surely n- âWould you let me take you out for dinnerâŠ?â
Eddie blinks at him, staring at his honey-brown eyes boring into him, from the tiny opening in his helmet.
âYes,â his brain seems to reboot and gather enough coherence to spit out an answer, âYeah, yes, please.â He can tell Steve smiles at him from the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. âIâd like that.â
âCool,â Steve snaps his chin strap and tightens it. As he goes to slip on his gloves, Eddie walks up to him. He grabs onto the strap and tightens it himself just to make sure.
âGood luck,â he says, gripping Steveâs shoulder for a moment.
âDonât need it, but thanks,â playfully snarky, he bends and gets into the car. Eddie laughs at the antics and backs up further into the pit, matching Steveâs cute little wave before he drives away.
For the first time in a long time, Eddie couldnât care less about winning. He canât wait for this to be over; the real prize is a long-awaited date.
But, until then, itâs game time.
â
Watching the screen in the pit till the racers turn the corner and come into view. Eddie keeps a close eye on his carâSteveâs kept good pacing most of the leg, leading a few laps, too. Heâs due back for a stop soon, but until he can get out of the way of the other racers, theyâre too packed for him to make any sort of maneuver. When those cars get like that, Eddie feels like heâs on the edge of a freefall. Not actually, because nothing ever happens, but it feels like something will. Every time.
Besides the scars and a dusty jumpsuit somewhere, thatâs the only thing that sticks around from Eddieâs crash. Because thatâs what it was, a crash. And a bad one. A side hit that jerked him into another, airborne before rolling, and rolling, and rolling. Getting pulled out, dazed and bleeding, while flames and sirens roared in his ears.
And although thereâs more protection and safety precautions now, it still doesnât make that night any better.
Steve makes another lap. Heâs still boxed in closeâextremely close. Itâs a recipe for disaster, and they all know it.
Eddieâs eyes dart to the pack of cars crossing into his field of vision, and he sees it, someone side hits someone. Someone jerksâand clips 86.
It happens in slow motion. Like becoming untetheredârealizing, yeah, youâre in freefall. The world feels like itâs moving at 1/8th the pace. Steve flies over the other drivers and into the catch fences.
Eddie barely registers heâs already moving into the pit track.
86 spins out, absolutely streded to the barebones. Slowing only to get hit again and into the run-off.
âSTEVE!â Eddieâs out, running full speed to the remaining inners of the car. Static and ringing fills his ears. He can feel the way his heart is threating to fucking beat out of his goddamn chest. A mantra of ânononononono. not again. not to him,â screaming in his head.
For a speedway packed with people and maxed out speakers, itâs eerily quiet to him. Everything falling away, feeling sureal, like this is some fucked up nightmareâtill he gets his hand on the smoking car. Noise comes rushing back all at once, too loud.
âSTEVE!â voice gone hoarse, he yells out into the metal. He can see his vision blurring with tears, fear creeping onto him a tenfold. Eddie ducks down and looks into the smashed up window.
âIâm here!â Itâs muffled, but at least he can see the dark tracksuit as the source. Eddie frantically reaches for Steveâs hand, and when he gets it clasped in his own, he tugs.
âIâm okay.â A feeble attempt to reassure him, heâll believe those words from Steve Harrington when he sees it for himself.
Steve coughs as he puts his other hand on the edge of the door and tries to reef himself out. And Eddie tries to help out the best he can. About halfway out, Steve shifts and lets go.
Logicallyâwell, not logically actually, Eddieâs acting on pure adrenaline at this point, all logic out the windowâSteveâs just getting his hands under him rather than over, more leverage that way. But Eddie needs. to. get. him. out. of the car thatâs currently on fucking fire.
As soon as Steve starts moving again, Eddieâs already wrapped his arms around his chest and is pulling him the rest of the way out. He kneels in front of him and tries to unclasp the strap. Hands so shaky, he can barely get his fingers to push down before gloved hands push them away. While he attempts to help Steve yank his helmet off, itâs feeble. That golden hair flops out, and the helmet gets tossed to the side; Eddie roams his hands over Steveâs face, looking for any visible damage.
Suddenly, warm hands circle his wrists, and Steve makes him meet his eyes.
The world comes bursting back in.
â-ddie? Hey? Iâm okay. Iâm okay. I promise, Iâm okay-â
His face is wet. Heâs practically in Steveâs lap, too. One of those hands drop his wrist and cup the back of head.
âEddie. Iâm okay,â Steve says. God, the sound that punches itâs way out of his chest sounds inhuman even in his ears.
There, a few feet away from the pile of rubble, Eddie engulfs Steve in his arms, tucking his face into the neck of old leather. He can feel Steve finally let go of him to give the cameras and the crew that surrounds them, a one handed thumbs up.
Eddie canât help let out a soft laugh with Steve at the collective sigh of relief. He gets that arm wrapped back around him, giving him a tight squeeze. Steve ducks his face over to talk into his ear, âIâm okay. Iâll have a hell of a bruise no doubt, but I promise Iâm okay.â
âFucking better be,â Eddie mutters as he pulls away, hastily wiping his face. Steve huffs at him.
âAre *you* okay?â
âYou did not just ask me that.â Eddie pushes himself off the man, offering Steve his hands and hoisting him up, too. He tests his footing, and it's shakyâsomething is definitely hurting.
âEddieâŠâ The fucker has the audacity to turn those sad down-turned puppy eyes on him. Steve knows how bad his wreak was, and it fits him too, to care more about Eddie than himself.
âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâm standing, arenât I?â Steve gestures a bit, Medic in his ear asking him to follow her. Because theyâre still in the middle of the run-off, the game paused till Steve gets the okay, and they continue without him anyway.
âDoes that sound reassuring to you?â Eddie crosses his arms.
âHey-â Steve shrugs, â-couldnât miss our date, right?â
And, honest to god, Eddie would throttle him right now. But he canât.
So, he does the next best thing.
Eddie Munson, pit crew of 86 and crash survivor, crosses the couple steps between him and Steve Harrington, current 86 racer and, hopefully, his boyfriend, and kisses him.
âIâm holding you to that.â
Steve smiles wide and pivots with his hand out for Eddie to take. And Eddie does.
They start following the Medic, but Steve turns around and flashes his goofy grin again, giving everyone in the stadium a thumbs-up.
Eddie laughs as the crowd roars.
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to win and to lose
kenma, tsukki, hinata, kageyama; 3,200 words; fluff, lapslock, no "y/n", kissing, slightly!suggestive content, but mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, domestic bliss, post!timeskip characters, pro-streamer!kenma, olympics athlete!hinata, pouty!tsukki, and needy!kageyama
summary: you win some, you lose some, right?
a/n: truly just a few drabbles that came to my mind when i was sitting in a bath the other day; so pls enjoy some hq-flavored domesticity
kenma
ââ alright chat, thatâs it for today â iâve got uh ââ kenma glances over at the top of his collection of monitors at where youâre standing, holding two beers, a sly grin twisting the corner of your mouth. even in the strange blue light of his monitors, you can see his cheeks darken.
ââ some stuff to do. see ya!â he ends the stream just as you round the massive table to set a beer down in front of him. he chuckles and reaches out to pull you into his lap, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a sigh.
âhey there, mr. ceo.â you smirk, twisting round to run your fingers through his hair, tugging out the loosening hair tie and cocking your head. kenma huffs, crinkling his nose, shaking his head as you continue to comb through his hair with your fingers.
âi hate it when you call me that.â
âmm, then⊠what would you prefer? mr⊠streamer boy? mr. stock trader? oh â iâve got it! mr. simp-man.â
kenma scoffs, jerking forward so that youâre trapped against the hard edge of his gaming desk, his arms locking you to him. heâs grown since high school, but even so, his lithe build betrays the strength still hidden within his limbs from the endless hours of training, of playing.
âthereâs no winning against you, is there?â he asks, his voice muffled by your skin, and you bite back a groan at the way heâs trailing his lips along the hard ridge of your collarbones. he peers up at you, a sharp, feline glint to his eyes, a hand reaching out to set your half-drunk beer on his table before hoisting you up with one arm. you squeak, the gesture taking you by surprise even as he carries you to the futon set up in strategically in the corner of the game room, put there for the nights when youâd lie there and watch him stream, when youâd close your eyes and let the rgb lights flicker across the backs of your eyelids like the northern lights, like so many midnight rainbows.
âwell⊠seeing as youâre winning in so many other aspects in life,â you say, your voice nothing more than a sigh as he lays you down, fingers already tugging at the thin straps of your dress, âa little losing here and there might do you good, hm?â
âmmâŠâ kenma hums, contemplative, even as he leans back and runs an appraising eye down the length of your body, âi mean⊠i did let kuroo talk me into joining the volleyball club back in highschool so⊠i guess you can say⊠in my own way⊠iâm sort of a sucker for punishment.â
tsukki.
âah⊠that looked like a brutal practice,â you say, peering around the bathroom door. the sound of water splattering down skin echoes wetly through the enclosed space.
âarenât they all?â tsukishima drawls, setting down the large wooden bath ladle to squint at you through the hazy mist. his glasses lie fogged and forgotten, set to the side.
you smile, slipping into the room with a fresh towel.
âiâve got miso soup being warmed on the stove and an icepack in the freezer. take your time though â o-oh!â
a pair of arms reaches out to pull you down, and you barely catch yourself on the edge of the large wooden bath.
ât-tsukki! what ââ
âit was a brutal practice.â
you barely hear the smirk in his voice as he sighs and props his chin on your thigh, the water from the bath staining you thin dress in seconds. you fight the urge the roll your eyes, reaching down to run your fingers through his damp hair, absently massaging at his scalp.
its rare to see him like this â rarer, even, to see him so openly vulnerable, even if thereâs still the barest hint of a tease lurking beneath the tired rhythm of his voice, his breathing. like this, his long lashes are daggered into points by the steam, his normally pale skin made even more so by the bright bathroom lights.
through the water, you can see the new bruises blossoming along his thin legs, the old ones barely fading. thoughtlessly, you lean in and dip your hand in the water to trace a finger along one particularly large one at his right knee.
âwhat happened?â you ask, though you basically already know the answer â practice for a v2 league team happened. still, tsukishima glances down at the bruise with an oddly disembodied gaze and shrugs.
âdunno. dove to save a ball a few times.â
you laugh, tilting your head to one side as he leans back to press his cheek to your now damp thigh.
âwow, in practice? other team mustâve really pissed you off.â
at this, tsukishima crinkles his nose and scoffs. you hike an expectant eyebrow and wait.
âthe jackals were over for a practice match.â his voice is clipped, but you feel your own laughter bubbling up in seconds. of course.
you bite back a giggle, âand⊠did you guys win?â
he glares up at you, eyes narrowed, âtheyâre a division one team. what do you think?â
âhm⊠but i thought hinataâs been off with a rolled ankle soâŠâ
again, he scoffs, âthat teamâs plenty of other players who are just as annoying.â
you clamp down on your bottom lip, âwow. high praise.â
he whacks at the surface of the bath, splattering your dress even as you break into a bright peal of laughter. you reach down to flick him with a bit of water as well but he catches you wrist in his, fingers wrapping around your arm, the warm bath water slicking down your skin in thin rivulets, dripping off your elbow. you gasp, heart suddenly thrumming behind your eardrums.
the lopsided, slightly sadistic smile that slits his lips is stomach-twistingly familiar.
âtsukki⊠thereâs miso soup ââ
âmm. think i want something else for dinner instead.â
the low murmur of words is the only warning you get before youâre pulled bodily into the warm bath, the water soaking your dress, making the material cling to your skin in seconds. you squeak against his lips, rough and insistent and just a little pleading. you know itâs futile to struggle, so you let him kiss you, his teeth digging into your bottom lip as you groan, your fingers finally finding purchase along the slick skin of his shoulder.
âyou â youâve ruined my â my favorite dressâŠâ
âhn.â
tsukishima doesnât look at all bothered by your admonishment, shrugging, âitâll dry.â
water sloshes over the side of the bathtub, now dangerously full with the both of you soaking in itâs steaming depths.
âwas it really that bad?â you ask, affecting your voice into a soft coo, trailing wet fingers over the soft of his cheeks.
âif i say yes,â he asks, peering down at you as a lepidopterist might study a new specimen of rare, and newly captured butterfly, âwould you try to make me feel better?â
you lick your lips, feeling your mouth go dry, despite being literally submerged in water.
âdepends,â you say, âon if youâll let me go turn off the stove first â wouldnât want the miso soup to burn.â
tsukishima rolls his eyes, fingers tightening around your wrists, pulling you closer. thereâs a dangerous light flickering behind his eyes; a dull ache pulses at the base of your stomach, singeing up your spine as you tip forward for another long kiss.
âthought i said already⊠i donât think i really want miso soup for dinner anymore.â
hinata.
thereâs a certain magic in watching him play â the way he treats every win like his first, or his last. the way the world seems brighter right around his edges, as if his own shimmer and shine might infect the universe if it would only let him.
he is incandescent with joy after the olympic qualifier games â scoring a ticket is no mean feat, and itâs not every day that you see bokuto cry.
âcongrats, shouyou!â youâre one of the first to greet him after the press stint (and a shower), but you can still see the brilliant, glazed look to his eyes that tells you heâs still riding his high. his smile is wide enough to split the sky as he spots you, jogging over to hoist you up into his arms, spinning you round with almost comical ease.
âhaha â thanks!â
he leans up for a kiss, one thatâs sweet as it is heady. when you pull apart, you are still weightless, and his smile shines like a smile on pause â it makes you want to unpause it, and watch it unfurl.
you trace the pads of your thumbs along the tiny freckles dotting his cheekbones â souvenirs from his time in brazil.
âso! are you gonna come watch us?â he asks, making to walk down the decidedly not deserted hallway with you still in his arms. you blush at the thought, giving his shoulders a slight squeeze.
âshouyou⊠you can put me down now â and of course iâll come! itâs not everyday that your boyfriend makes it to the olympics.â
several people chuckle as they watch him parade passed, you still firmly held aloft, your elbows propped on his shoulders to give you some semblance of balance. your cheeks burn as hinata hums, waving at a fellow teammate, reaching out for a fist bump.
âshouâŠâ you fight the urge to bury your face in his shoulder as he finally rounds a corner into a much more private hallway. he grins, completely unabashed, as he pushes through an unmarked door to a what seems to be an empty locker room. itâs sparse, but well-lit and quiet.
âhm?â
he sets you down on one of the benches and drops a quick kiss onto your shoulder.
âi couldâve walkedâŠâ
âdidnât feel like putting you down,â he says, his voice dropping in register and taking on that darker, baser veneer â you hear the frayed edges, the sandstone texture, a tell-tale sign of a deep-seated hunger. a very specific brand of shouyou-flavored want.
ân-ngh ââ you make a soft noise as he dips down to nuzzle into the dip of your collarbone, a tiny groan festering up the back of his throat as he sighs.
âbeen thinking about thisâŠâ his fingers dance up your sides, light enough to tease, but solid enough to remind you of just how close you both are to a ruthless press and the oogling public.
âsh-shou letâs wait ââ
hinata whines, shaking his head, his hair tickling at the skin of your neck, âdonât wanna.â
and you sigh, weighing the option of pushing back or giving in. each has dangers and merits, but you know better than most that when hinata gets like this, indulgence is usually the only answer that will satisfy.
âplus⊠i just won a ticket to the olympics! donât you think that deserves some kind of ââ he casts around for a good enough word, pulling back with a smile that, in the right kind of slanted, locker room light, might just look like a smirk, âreward?â
you cock your head and blink up at him, letting your fingers tangle in the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, âwhat? the olympics ticket wasnât enough of a reward for you?â
at this, hinata pouts, pushing his bottom lip out far enough for you to lean forward and bite it. the movement makes him groan, his whole body tipping forward to cage you back against the row of cool, metal lockers.
âyou shouldnât do that if you donât think you can finish the job,â he says, pulling back just far enough for the heat of his breath to fan across your spit-slick lips. you lave your tongue across them, shifting beneath him as he cocks his head to stare down at you, his eyes wide and dark and misty.
âand⊠what job might that be?â you ask, breathless even as he dips down again to catch your lips in his, reaching down to tug you bodily up the length of the lockers before pinning you in place. once upon a time, it was easy to forget how strong he is â but now, itâs even easier to spot the stretch and flex of muscle beneath his sun-kissed skin, feel the strength of them as he holds you still with a single hand, the other tugging down the neckline of your top.
âmm⊠the job ââ he skims his teeth across your skin; you gasp, eliciting a small, satisfied chuckle from him, âof being an olympic athleteâs girlfriend, of course!â
kageyama.
it is never the losing, and always the aftermath, and by now, you know the shades and slivers of all his specific kinds of silences so intimately that you know without him having to say how the practice match had gone.
âhey.â
you greet him by the door with a soft, placatory kiss. he grunts, toeing off his shoes before dipping down to wrap both his arms around you and pull you close. you let out a breathy laugh as you feel his nose digging into the curve of your shoulder.
âwant some dinner?â you ask, reaching up to stroke his sweat-soaked hair even though you already know the answer.
âlater,â he says, making no sign of wanting to let you go. instead, when you try to pull away, he leans down and scoops you up to place you on top of the kitchen island, slotting himself between your knees, and re-burying his face in your shoulder.
âthenâŠâ you let your voice trail off, feeling the exhaustion pour off him in waves. you dig your fingers into the tense line of his shoulders and feel them tighten up before they fall slack again. for a few minutes, he contents himself with letting you massage the worst of the knots from his shoulders.
âhn.â he lifts his head only to lean forward and find your lips with his. the kiss is slow and just a bit tired â as sweet as it is thorough. in the beginning, youâd worried that dating someone like kageyama would end up being the kind of short-lived thing that all the tabloids and magazines had warned you about â that he might grow bored after a week, a month, maybe half a year. after all, someone like him, with that insatiable need for more wouldnât be suited for the kind of so-called âdomestic blissâ as itâs prescribed of most long-term relationships. but heâd surprised you, in more ways than one. heâd not only not grown bored, but had seemingly become ever more⊠entranced.
the pair of you had grown into each other, each day steadily getting closer. until the space the two of you shared became so inextricably linked thereâs no telling whoâs breath was caught in each of your lungs, of whoâs scent it was that lingered in the fine linen lining of all your pillows and sheets. itâs become yourâs. in the most cliche way possible.
kageyama contents himself with kissing you, breaking for small breath, and then kissing you some more. one kiss falling into another, and another, and another. till youâre breathless in just way he likes, till heâs breathless, in the way that he gets sometimes during a particularly intense rally. he knows heâs sweat-sticky and probably stinks of the gym, but the way you smile up at him when he pulls away makes his whole body go soft.
âletâs take a shower before dinner,â you say, tracing a finger along the shell of his ear. he bites back a frown.
ânot a bath?â
you laugh, shrugging, âwe could â but the foodâll go cold.â
âweâve got a microwave.â
you smile, a smile that inspires â no, demands â another kiss. and so he does. you make a tiny, exasperated noise but donât make to pull away. kageyama reaches down to pick you up, settling your thighs on either side of his hips as he maneuvers the pair of you towards the bathroom.
âfoodâll be there when weâre done,â he mutters, gently placing you down on the side of the bathtub and reaching over to turn on the hot water. the steam rises in thick sheets from the surface of the water, and already, kageyama can feel his limbs loosening at the thought of a nice, long soak. he catches you watching as he strips off his practice clothes.
âsee something interesting?â his voice is so measured youâd never know heâs teasing, save for the tiniest hint of mischief in his eyes. you blush and look away, tugging off your own clothes in an attempt to distract yourself. the water sloshes around his ankles as he steps into the bath, and you join him a second later, curling up against his chest as he winds his arms around you, the pair of you settling against each other like nesting spoons, cut perfectly for each otherâs every bend and curve. or perhaps like russian dolls, one encasing the other â wholly and completely.
âwhenâs practice tomorrow?â you ask, turning to watch him lean back, his eyes falling shut to the soft trickle of water over skin. you know the answer, and so does he. but he shifts and answers you anyway.
ânot till noon.â
âgood,â you say, turning back to rest your head on his shoulder, âwe can have a proper breakfast.â
âwe always have a proper breakfast.â
you laugh, absently walking your fingers up the length of his bent leg, drawing tiny circles on his exposed knee, poking out of the water like a pale island amidst the green-tinted water.
âi can grill mackerel tomorrow â iâll have the time.â
outside, the moon is white and full with love, the sky bloated with countless shimmering stars. inside the gentle quiet of your home, kageyama leans forward to trail a kiss to the bend of your bare shoulder; you reach back to cup his cheek. when he turns your face for yet another kiss, it is sleepy and happy, long and lazy. full, weighted, soaked through with the kind of surrender only known to those who love and are in love.
âthe foodâll really be cold ââ you gasp, twisting away from kageyamaâs growingly insistent lips, âif we keep going like this.â
he makes a slightly irked noise before caging you back against him with a deep frown, âyou said so yourself â weâve got time tomorrow. so ââ he leans in to bump his nose against yours, waiting for permission. you chew on your lips for a second longer before conceding. and heâs right â isnât that what microwaves are for?
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â CASUAL.
SUMMARY. youâre mad at tyler after an argument, he decides to win you over by bringing in your favorite food and taking you to a rodeo, when you think that his charm was working, an EF-4 tornado strikes.
WARNINGS. angst (happy ending though), tornado attack.
WORD COUNT. 1.2k
you were lying down in your bed, attempting to go to sleep or at least take a nap given that it was 8:21 p.m. you found yourself staring at the ceiling, listening to the music and people singing outside.
you canât help but toss and turn around as you overthink about the argument you had with tyler. tyler was your best friend, childhood neighbor, situationship, you donât even know at this point. and although tyler and you were always risk takers, some risks are too hard for you to handle, but boone and tyler are a dangerous duo.
when you graduated high school you went straight to college and studied meteorology, you didnât waste another second of your life and did everything that it took to where you are now. but, tyler and you were separated for college, you were halfway across the country while he stayed in his hometown. but when you graduated college, you went back home.
the both of you caught up on everything each other missed, and next thing you know, you ended up joining tylerâs storm-chasing team, the thing is, by something that happened to you in the past, you always rode alongside Dexter and Dani, there were moments where you rode with tyler, but you were always harnassed up even if you werenât inside the tornado yet.
your train of thoughts were so rudely interrupted by the knock at your door. you sit up and take a breath before walking over to the door. before opening it, you were thinking to yourself that maybe it was going to be your mother, or your sister, not tyler owens. he sees the expression on your face and smiles, attempting to cheer you up.
âheyâŠâ your nose flares, he notices and chuckles. âi brought your favorite⊠Tina Maeâs chocolate pieâŠâ he hands it over to you and you take it. âmaybe if you let me in we can shaââ his words were cut off by the door slamming on his face. his eyebrows raised and he froze.
you put the pie on the desk next to your bed and open the bag, and it is indeed your favorite chocolate pie. you smile to yourself and head back to the door, as expected, tyler was still there.
âif you think youâre always gonna take me back with my favorite food, youâre wrong.â i inhale sharply and tap on the door.
âwell, i wanted to do it another way if youâd let me show youâŠâ you raise your eyebrows and cringe. ânoâno, not like that, wellâŠâ he cocks an eyebrow and glances at you, you were about to close the door again but he stops it. âno, hey, iâm serious. get changed i want to take you somewhere.â he smiles. you hum and close the door gently so you can get changed.
âyou canât be serious. do you want me to forgive you or hate you more, tyler owens?â you say as you take your seats in the rodeoâs benches.
âbit of both.â he smiles, and you chuckle whilst shaking your head. âlook, y/n, iâm sorry.â
âyouâre apologizing here? reaââ tyler touches your knee softly, cutting you off.
âiâm sorry, sorry for what i said earlier. i shouldnât have said those things. youâve been through so many things i canât even begin to imagine, and it wasnât my place to say anything about that. you know i would never do anything to hurt you, i am sorry.â the soft glow in his eye made you feel the truth he was saying. you nod and smile.
âand why would you ever think i wouldnât forgive you?â tyler smiles at your words and so do you. âi think i should be the one apologizing, i tried to stop you from doing something you gave years of experience, and that was out of place and overprotective and unnecessary.â
âno, no, itâs okay. you of all people know about these stupid risks i take, i was a bull rider for Godâs sake! I know you hated that.â you laugh.
âyeah, i think i hated that more than storm chasing.â he chuckles and glances at you, there was a small silence until you broke it. âi just⊠i donât want to lose you, ty.â
âyouâre never going to lose me.â you look over at him, your eyes stinging as you feel some tears coming. he wraps an arm around you and holds you. âyou wonât.â he reassures you nod and after a while, let go.
âyou and that stupid faceâŠâ you look away, trying to hide a smile.
âwait what?â
âevery time i was cleaning blood off of you, whenever you got knocked off your bull, you would always make that stupid face, or like look at me some way like you were trying to get me to kiss you.â he raises an eyebrow and you look at him again.
âoh, you mean my charm? i already come with it, itâs not something i do on command.â you roll your eyes and click your tongue.
âwell, âyour charmâ has never worked on me. never has, never will.â the two of you share a soft smile, all while maintaining that potent eye contact.
you donât know if it was the tension, but you had sudden goosebumps and started getting chilly. although your hair was in a ponytail, your bangs were getting in the way, you never took your eyes off of tylerâs but you could see his hair starting to get messy too.
âwell, i donât know about you but, i think itâs working pretty well now.â he moves the strands of hair out of your face and tucks it gently behind your ear before cupping your cheeks.
âabout time.â you manage to let out seconds before his lips are on yours. your heart was racing the whole time, but you felt it could come out of your chest any second now.
the kiss started slow and gentle, but the moment you smiled into it, tyler deepened the kiss, you placed your hand behind his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, which made you notice how much his hair was moving around, as much as it pained you doing it, you pulled away and saw people walking away from the stands. you look around and pick up a leaf from the ground.
tyler notices and the two of you exchange a look. you both stand up and head for shelter, you feel the winds get stronger and thatâs when you start to run, helping some people who have tripped along the way, but not wasting more than a second.
tyler and you managed to find a motel and in that motel an empty pool, where you sought shelter until the tornado passed over you. at that moment tyler had to help a man that had twisted his ankle, and a vending machine was blocking his way, due to the man panicking, he was gone.
tyler hid with you and another family of a mother and her daughter. the grip you had on tyler and that he had on you was like no other. you felt tyler plant kisses on your head to calm you down as you felt the tornado right above you, you held onto some pipes and his arms tightly, fearing for your life at that very moment.
when the tornado passed, you didnât even want to let go of tyler, you hugged him and stayed with his arm wrapped around you the whole night, even when you shared your bed with him.
âi know, âbaby, no attachment.â but weâre⊠â
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Hey! I love your Cregan ficsđ is it okay if i ask for another fluff Cregan fic?đđ i just can't get enough of Cregan fluff
Poison Berries
Who would win? 100 tongues slandering the lady of Winterfell or 1 Cregan Stark?
Cregan Stark x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, insecurities, implied body shaming, protective!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: this is totally me projecting cos my sis and i got body shamed today. it be ur own family i swear
"Where is my wife?" is the first thing Lord Stark says when he returns from his errands. He grunts as he dismounts his horse, eyes fixed upon the stable boy who takes his horse by the reins.
He grunts again at the lack of response and explains, "she told me she would be here when I returned."
The boy shrugs, "I don't know, milord. 've not seen milady all day."
He huffs and nods. He decides to simply look for you in your shared chambers, thinking you would probably be there. Finding your quarters empty, he heads to the library, then the solar, the kitchen, and soon- "where is my wife?!" is heard and repeated all across Winterfell.
Someone tells him you went into the woods to forage, and so naturally, he asks who you left with. He receives no name, and quickly it dawns you had left the safety of stronghold alone. His heart races. How long have you been out? By the old gods, how long have you been out?
Cregan mounts his horse at once and patrols the land. He screams your name out so loudly it disrupts the surrounding wildlife.
He snaps when he hears a response. He is unmistaken; that was your voice calling out his name. Quickly, he answers your call and rides toward you. He nearly leaps from his horse when he spots you, face crestfallen, hair frosty.
He calls your name again, much softer now, voice laced in worry. He captures your cheeks in his hands, hissing when he feels it's unnatural coolness, "are you well?"
You hold a guilty expression as he moves to rub your shoulders.
"Why have you left unaccompanied?" Cregan huffs hotly, his breath condensing with the air, "has something happened?"
"Cregan-" you place your hands on his chest. He stops rubbing your arms.
He watches how you lower your gaze. His face hardens with concern, "my love, speak to me."
You look up at him, eyes now pinkish and teary.
His jaw clenches. He huffs through his nostrils.
"I overheard... ..."
Cregan's expression softens. He clutches your cheeks, "speak," he rubs your skin with his thumbs, "I implore you to speak."
Your sigh turns to fog. You shrug, "they do not think I... I am a true Northern bride."
"True?" he snaps, "you are a Northern bride," he brushes your hair back, "I am Northern and you are my bride."
Your tears become too heavy.
Cregan's stomach churns as he wipes your tears. He hushes you and mutters under his breath, "there can be no truer bride than that of the Lord of Winterfell's."
"I fare horribly in the cold."
"You will grow accustomed to it."
"I do not know how to start a fire."
"Then I shall teach you, if you must lear-"
"But I do not look the part!"
Cregan's face drops.
Your tears begin to turn to frost. Your voice is small, "I do not look like the other ladies. I do not wear the furs well, I do not look shapely... I feel beastly. I was not forged by steel as you are, husband."
He rubs your cheeks, determined to warm you, "and who would slander my wife? Force her to feast on lies?"
You scoff and lower your gaze
"Would that you need be forged by steel-"
You shake your head, "it does not matter."
"It matters greatly," he releases your cheeks, "I will have them answer to their accusations," he clenches his fists, "and we shall see how their furs suit them when they've wet them."
You look up at Cregan, brows furrowing at the sight of his increasing fury.
"I would have them grovel," he mutters, "and sentence them to the Wall if they do not-"
You lips part, "Cregan-"
"Do they believe I would not do that much for the lady of mine own house? My lady?"
"Cregan," you rub the collar of his cloak.
He examines you. A line forms between his brows as he reaches for your wrist.
You look at each other for a moment. His thumb rubs circles on your skin. You raise your brows, "I... I picked a few berries for you," you turn to the basket that laid forgotten on the ground.
His gaze shifts to it.
"Though, I must admit... I am uncertain if they are edible."
He chuckles and takes your hand in his. He kisses your knuckles.
You offer him a soft smile.
The man hums, "perhaps we shall see by feeding them to the slanderers."
You whip your head back, "Cregan."
"A jest... a jest, my lady."
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maiden wins & secret meet-ups
pairing: oscar piastri x verstappen!reader
summary: cons of being in a secret relationshipâoscar wins his first race, and you can't celebrate with him outright like you want to. (1.9k)
warnings: secret relationship, maxâs younger sister but no descriptors of reader so imagine whomever you want!
a/n: oscar piastri grand prix winner sounds like music to my ears <3 better decisions definitely could've been made on mclarenâs end, but still over the moon for oscar!!!Â
You have mixed feelings as Oscar zooms past the checkered flag.Â
Your brother is pissed. Max has been furious the entire race, at the carâs capabilities, at the teamâs strategies, and more than likely at himself too. Heâs hard on himself, but thatâs the way you have to be to maintain a razor sharp edge like the one Max has.
Youâre a little upset too, what with sibling solidarity and all, but you really have to fight the truly massive smile threatening to overtake your face as you watch the broadcast from Red Bull hospitality.Â
Itâs not everyday the guy youâve been secretly seeing for the past five monthsâyour boyfriend, as much as it still feels weird to say thatâgets his maiden Formula One win. Heâs worked hard, as everyone involved with all the teams has, but youâre biased.
Oscarâs win, although marked with some not so great strategy calls on McLarenâs end, even you could tell, is one for the books.Â
Youâre buzzing with barely contained excitement, even hours later, itching to find Oscar and pull him aside so you can give him the love he deserves for everything that happened today.Â
It seems like Oscarâs thinking of you too, because your phone chimes with a text right then.Â
Oscar: Hey, whatâre you doing right now?Â
You bite your lip to hide the giddy reaction you still get whenever Oscar texts you as you tap out a reply. Nothing. Whatâs up?Â
Oscar: Behind the RB hub. Can you sneak out?Â
You: Be right there <3
You look up, glancing around to see if anyone whoâd go running straight to Max was around, and gladly coming up empty. Youâre glad for it, because youâre not sure you couldâve stopped yourself from hightailing it towards the back exit of the motorhome even if you wanted to. You havenât seen Oscar after the race yet. There hasnât been a good time to sneak out and find him.Â
Oscarâs pacing back and forth when you emerge, stopping only when he hears the soft click of the door closing behind you. For a moment, all you can do is stare at each other, unmoving.
You canât help but look him up and down too, because youâre definitely not immune to how sexy your man looks post race.
Race suit tied off around his waist, showing off those snug black fireproofs that cling to his chest and arms just right, messy hair tucked into that special black OP1 capâyouâre not ashamed of your ogling.Â
Then he smiles adorably, and now youâre grinning like a maniac too, letting out a gleeful, albeit quiet giggle as you close the gap and throw yourself into his arms.Â
He catches you easily, arms winding around your waist as he hugs you tightly. Youâve got your cheek squished against the hard plane of his shoulder, and the zipper of his suit digs into your hip sharply, but youâre so happy for him, so happy that it doesnât even matter.Â
âIâm so proud of you, Osc,â You sigh contentedly. âI narrowly avoided cheering at the top of my lungs in the middle of the hub. Would not have been a good look for me, would it?âÂ
âProbably not, no,â Oscar laughs, setting you back down on your feet. His arms stay in their place around you, as do yours where theyâre looped around his neck.
You take him in fully now, flicking the bill of his new cap playfully. âNice hat.âÂ
âYou think so?â You nod wholeheartedly and he swipes it off his head, blowing the previously champagne soaked confetti off of it before securing it on your head. Itâs a bit sticky and even more sweaty, but the gesture itself makes you beam. Then he leans in to sniff it and makes a weird face. âYeah, maybe Iâll just get you a new one.âÂ
âThat'd be great, actually. I want you to keep this one to remember your first winâchampagne, sweat, and all. But Iâll keep it as collateral until you cough up the clean one.âÂ
âDeal,â He replies, smiling fondly at you. âDâyou have any dinner plans? If not, maybe we can order in, or find a nice restaurant?âÂ
âA nice restaurant?â You tease, walking your fingers up the sleeves of his fireproof. Muscles pull taut under your fingertips like cords as Oscar shivers at your touch. Youâre grinning like the cat thatâs got the cream now, always enjoying the reaction you can get out of him every single time, no matter where you are. âAre we celebrating something, orâŠ?âÂ
Oscar shrugs nonchalantly. âWe donât have to. It could just be a casual dinner, if you want.âÂ
âOscar Piastri, you need to learn to be more selfish. Of course weâre celebrating your first win,â You huff, smacking him on the chest lightly. His lips quirk up into a smile again. âYou did amazing. Seriously. McLaren is beyond lucky to have you on the track for them.âÂ
âThank you,â He murmurs, squeezing your hip tenderly. âIt means a lot coming from you.â
You lean in to kiss him, finally, but thenâ
âYourâerm, your back pocket is buzzing,â Oscar says awkwardly, chin up as he averts his eyes to the sky. You groan, letting your forehead fall against his chest, fishing the offending device out of your pocket again to see your brotherâs face filling the screen.Â
Max is calling you. You love him to bits, but he always has the absolute worst timing.Â
âHi, Maxie. Whatâs up?âÂ
âWhere are you?â He demands.Â
âIâm great, thanks for asking. Yes, I did enjoy watching you race, thanks for asking,â You encourage, leaning back to shoot Oscar a look as if to say, can you believe this guy?Â
âRight, yeah. Sorry. I appreciate you making the trip out to watch. Better?âÂ
âMuch better.âÂ
âGood. So where are you?âÂ
âUhâŠjust getting some air, why?âÂ
âOutside?âÂ
âNo, in your stinky driverâs room. Yes, Iâm outside. Again, why?â You roll your eyes at Oscar, who merely chuckles silently. Max sighs loudly. Dramatically. âAre you alright, Max?âÂ
âYeah, fine, fine. Are you free for dinner tonight before you fly back to London in the morning?â He sounds uncharacteristically hopeful, but still a little stiff, like heâs still pissed. He probably is still pissed.Â
How are you supposed to tell Max you already have dinner plans with someone else when he knows for a fact youâre not close enough with anyone else in the paddock to get dinner with them, without letting him know who it is?Â
The answer is you canât.Â
You look at Oscar hopelessly.Â
Itâs fine, he mouths, shaking his head. You get the message. He wants you to be there for your brother, even if it means missing out on spending some much overdue time with you.Â
âYes, of course. Anything for my darling big brother,â You say airily. Youâve always loved to push Maxâs buttons.Â
âYouâre not funny, you know that?â Max deadpans. You can almost picture the flat look heâd be giving you if you were in front of him. But then he sounds a little happier when he adds, âIâm almost to the paddock. Iâll meet you outside the team hub as soon as I can.âÂ
Knowing Max, âas soon as I canâ gives you about five minutes to gather yourself. âOkay. Iâll see you soon then. Love you.â Max parrots the same back to you before hanging up. You look back up at your boyfriend, lips pressing into an apologetic smile. âIâm really sorry, Osc. Heâyou know how Max gets after a frustrating race, IââÂ
âItâs alright. Really.â Oscar shakes his head, shrugging. âFamily first. He needs you right now, I get it.âÂ
âWeâll celebrate your win with dinner as soon as we both get back to London, alright? I promise. Maybe Iâll even cook for you.âÂ
His eyebrows nearly fly into his hairline at that, and he tilts his head, letting out a thoughtful noise. âMaybe I should win more often if it means I get a home cooked meal for it.âÂ
âMaybe you should. Winning looks good on you anyways.âÂ
âDoes it? Iâm still trying to wrap my head around it, believe me. Feels good though, even if it wasnât exactly smooth sailing.âÂ
âYou did great,â You say firmly, punctuating the fact with a sharp nod. âOwn it.â
Oscar blinks a few times, as if heâs digesting the compliment. âThank you.âÂ
âAlright, you need to go before Max gets here, because heâll probably try to fight you if he sees us together.âÂ
âYour brother likes me.âÂ
âWeâll talk about why that may or may not be true another time. For now, go.â You give his chest whatâs meant to be one last tap before you go.Â
Oscar, however, has a different idea. He grabs your hand as you move to pull away, tugging you back towards him and pressing his lips against yours, firm enough to knock the wind out of you, but not hard enough to bruise.Â
Youâre fully aware that youâre technically in public, where anyone could turn the corner to see the two of you wrapped up in your own little world together. Specifically, any Red Bull employee that would definitely rat you out to Max. It doesnât really matter to you though, because all thatâs running through your mind right now is Oscar, Oscar, Oscarâ
He pulls back too soon for your liking, dotting a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping back. âAlright, Iâll be off then.âÂ
âReal funny, Piastri!â You call after him. He just shoots you a haphazard thumbs up behind his head, though you suspect if he turned around heâd be grinning like a little shit.Â
âDonât forget to hide that hat!â is all he says in response, and then heâs out of sight.Â
You slip back into the motorhome through the door you came through, hiding Oscarâs hat until you get to where youâve stored your bag and stuffing it in as best you can, before hurrying out to wait for Max out front.Â
He materializes by your side only seconds after youâve managed to make yourself a little more put together, startling you with his blunt words.Â
âWhy do you look like that?â He asks, squinting at you in confusion.Â
âWow, thanks. You look absolutely stunning today too.â You roll your eyes at him, to which he just raises a judgy brow. âWhy do I look like what?â
âLike youâve just been hit over the head with a frying pan.âÂ
At that moment, a flash of papaya catches your eye from over his shoulderâOscar, walking off back towards the McLaren hub like he hadnât just kissed the daylights out of you behind his competitorâs temporary sanctuary. If you look dazed, itâs all because of him. But you canât exactly tell Max that.Â
âOh, um, I dunno. Just tired, maybe. Long day. Intense race.âÂ
Max blows out a sigh, slinging an arm around your shoulders and leaning on you heavily. âTell me about it.â
You pat him on the back sympathetically. âSorry for the way it turned out, Maxie. Youâll get the win next time.âÂ
âYeah I know. But Oscarâheâs not that bad, as far as drivers go. What do you think?âÂ
What do you think of Oscar?Â
You think heâs one of the best things to ever come into your life. You think heâs got the potential of becoming a World Champion one day. You think heâs truly something special, both as a driver, and to you.Â
Instead, you shrug. âHeâs pretty good. Donât really know him all that well, but he seems like a solid guy.âÂ
You want Oscar to be your little secret for just a little longer, even if it means telling your brother a tiny white lie.
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promise to take care of my heart
carmy berzatto x fem!reader
gif by @emziess
word count: 1,830
warnings: nothing? a little swearing, but this is pure fluff and thatâs all
synopsis: carmy wants to cuddle with you for the first time.
a/n: hi! new character, i know. but iâve become rather attached to carm in the past few months and i had a cute idea for him and here we are. heâs bringing me so much comfort right now and now iâm gonna share that with you <333
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âWhy donât you pick out a movie or somethin,â bub?âÂ
âIf I could find your damn remote, Carm, I would.â
He lets out a breath of a laugh, eyes on his hands where they sit deep in the dishwater below. Good luck, he thinks.Â
You scan the coffee table, the rug below the shabby couch. Itâs not like thereâs any use checking the tv stand because itâs still a fucking table tray. You know he doesnât even own the full set of four table trays? Heâs just got the one? That knowledge keeps you up at night. Just like how he doesnât have a ceiling fan pull and has to get tweezers to change the speed.
You find the remote nestled in a stack of freshly organized books. You helped Carmen assemble a very simple bookshelf so that his stash of cookbooks wouldnât have to live on the floor anymore.Â
Just getting to help him turn his apartment into something other than a place to sleep brought you a contagious giddiness. Carmenâs chest aches with how much heâs laughed since he met you.Â
Look at all my muscles, Carm. Iâm practically ready for my dick now, donât you think?Â
Whereâd you even get these? Heâd looked down at the little allen wrench in your hand and said I donât know, they were just here one day.Â
Now you have a bookshelf, Bear. What a grown up.Â
Carmen wouldnât let you help him with the dishes after he cooked you dinner. Heâd just kissed your shoulder and said, âLet me take care of it, alright?â with that little raise of his brows and quirk of his lips telling you not to argue because youâd never win.Â
And when Carmen tells you to let him take care of something, wellâŠyou listen.Â
You havenât been dating very long, but itâs been enough that youâve both developed this rhythm, this way of moving around and with each other and you justâŠwork.Â
He doesnât understand how you can dial his shyness, his hesitance, so quickly, how you can make him feel like a human again so easily. But you do.Â
You settle against the back of the couch, flipping through the tv guide (because Carm has never subscribed to any streaming services) until you find something worth listening to. Itâs already a few minutes in, but youâve seen the movie enough times that it doesnât really matter.Â
The overhead light in the kitchen switches off and Carmen pads out to the living room, socked feet dragging on the hardwoods. Your biggest pet peeve is people who donât pick up their feet, but somehow itâs more tolerable when itâs him.Â
He sits down on the edge of the couch. Just sits. On the edge. That means he wants to say something. You give him the time to psych himself up.Â
Carmy chews on his thumb nail and rubs his nose before he turns to you, placing his hand on the couch. His blue eyes burn into yours, and the intensity of his gaze, trained on you, makes you feel like the most important person in the world.Â
âH-hey, umâŠcan weâcould we snuggle, maybe?â He flushes at the fact that he just used the world snuggle. Richie would have his ass so quick if heâd heard him say that.Â
Your grin is brilliant. Youâve never cuddled properly with Carmen before. Maybe a head on a shoulder or a leg tossed across another, but never a real cuddle session. âFuck yeah, we can, Carm.â You giggle and the sound softens that bubble of fear in his chest.Â
He bites the inside of his cheek, letting out the barest laugh.Â
âHow did you want t-to lay, Bear?â You blink at him. âWere you just gonnaââÂ
He starts to nod. âI was just gonna lay on your chest, honestly.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âYeah, that works.â
âY-yeah.â
You snort. âLemmeâ stretch out for you and then you can be a teddy bear.âÂ
âSeriously?â
âYes.â Carmen shakes his head at you. He lets you pull that shit because he likes it. Secretly.
When you have a pillow under your neck and are laid out on your back, Carm slips beside you against the back of the couch and clumsily settles on top of you. He doesnât want to crush you or anything, so he settles between your legs, only allowing the weight of his torso to envelop you.Â
One arm wraps around your back, the other cradling your hip, his curls brushing your chin. He turns his head to face the tv and lets out a satisfied sigh.Â
On instinct your hand threads through his tangled hair, scratching at his scalp gently and sorting through any piece that feels knotted.Â
âWhat is this?â Carmy asks, nodding in the direction of the screen.Â
âThe Wedding Planner. It has Jlo and Matthew McConaughey in it.âÂ
âChick flick?â
You hum in agreeance. âYeah, but you wouldnât hate it. Jloâs character is like you but if the restaurant was a wedding planning business and you were, you know, a chick.â
He laughs lightly against your stomach and you can feel the puff of air over your shirt.Â
The weight of Carmenâs body on top of yours is easily the most calming feeling youâve ever experienced. You canât get enough of him.Â
âThis okay?â you ask, scratching his scalp a little more for emphasis. This is a new way of showing affection. Uncharted territory.Â
âHm?â He looks up at you briefly, blue eyes fluttering closed. âOh yeah, feels nice. I like it.â
You grin and continue to play with his hair. Heâs right. It does feel nice. It is.Â
The next few minutes go by without any conversation, just silence. But itâs so comfortable. Carmenâs tired gaze is on the tv. You can feel him breathing, feel the way he scratches over your back absently. You donât know if heâs aware he does it, but he nuzzles his nose against the soft of your stomach every now and then like itâs keeping him safe.Â
âYou know I thought about being a wedding planner?â
Carmy pushes up onto his elbows, looking at you with the smallest smirk playing on his lips. âReally?â
You playfully bat at his shoulder and he moves to lay back down, but not before pressing a kiss to your sternum over your shirt. âMhm. Still think about it sometimes.â You pause, but Carm doesnât say anything yet because he knows you arenât finished with that thought.Â
âI guess I just thought itâd be nice to help put things like that together? The organization would make me feelâŠcomplete, I guess. And you know I donât like to help people in such an extroverted way? I like to be behind the scenes.â You laugh, a little self-deprecatingly. âDoes that make sense?â
Carmen squeezes your side. ââCourse it does. And then you could come home and tell me stories about all the family drama you eavesdrop on.â
You giggle, and Carmy loves that he can feel it where he lays on your chest. He can feel your joy, and thatâs fucking cool. âThat I could.â
He rubs your back in small, gentle circles. âAnd you know, I happen to have some friends who make pretty good food and would be happy to help if you ever needed.â
âOh, do you? Well, thatâs very helpful, Mr. Berzatto. Youâll have to give me their number.â
Carmy laughs into your chest. A pure, genuine laugh. Itâs such a beautiful sound, and you truly think youâd have it tattooed all over your body if that was even remotely possible. His glee makes you laugh, and then youâre both snickering like youâre teenagers doing something thatâll get you in big trouble.Â
You reach for his hand, the one thatâs resting on your hip now, and he lets you lift it towards your face. He bites his cheek, fighting the smile that rises when you press your warm and chapstick covered lips to his knuckles.Â
âYou have such pretty hands, Carmy.â
He pinches your back. âI still donât get why youâre so fascinated by them.â
âBecause theyâre pretty. And, lookââ You hold yours up to his. ââtheyâre so much bigger than mine. And I like your tattoos, obviously. I like that I know how talented you are with your hands and how capable. Iâm very lucky to hold such capable hands, Bear.â
âCapable, huh?â He gives you a look, one that makes you want to both tackle him and smack him on the arm. Instead you roll your eyes and he raises up to kiss you.Â
âCapable of being the worldâs biggest pain in the ass.â
Carmy laughs. Itâs that little chuckle, light and airy and like he canât believe what heâs hearing but he wants to hear more anyway. He flops back down on your chest, making you let out a rather loud oomph.Â
You take Carmenâs hand in yours again, rubbing over the dry patches on his knuckles, the scabs on the insides of his fingers, the scar on his palm. His whole life is written in these hands.Â
You start massaging the pads of his fingers without even thinking about it. No oneâs ever been that gentle with himâdefinitely not with his handsâand a little part of him melts at the feeling.Â
You kiss the tattoo on the back of his hand and just look at his skin. Youâre determined to memorize each line and freckle and fucked up cuticle heâs got.Â
âAt least your nails donât look like Richieâs, Carm.â
His chest moves with the giggle that travels throughout his body.Â
âTrust me, they didnât look like that when he was still with Tiff.â
You grin, your eyes falling back on the television. Maybe Carm would be open to setting it on the bookshelf? That table tray has put in a lot of work. It deserves a break.Â
Carmen can see why youâre so fond of this movie. Itâs one of those that doesnât require much thought, that has humor and feels more human than most. He knows he shouldnât think it, but you having said what you said before makes him wonder if youâll plan your own weddingâŠwith him.Â
Shut the fuck up, he tells himself. But maybe weâll get there.Â
You catch him smiling when they fuck up the statue in the garden and pretend not to notice. You both keep quiet now, but Carm reaches up and puts your hand back on his head.
Your fingers thread through his curls again, scratching at his scalp gently. Your other hand does the same thing to his back. You know itâs going to lull him to sleep.Â
When you say it, heâs already dozed off. But you are so happy that you get to make him feel safe. That heâs comfortable enough to sleep on you like this. Lucky is an understatement.Â
âThank you for letting me in, Bear. I donât think my life has ever been this beautiful.â
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