#I know he looks like he just got back from Italy hehe

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Jeeves and the late night x2

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Jeeves and Wooster cursed version, my first try😭😭

(Bertie's figure is actually quite good🤔)

[inthe-dark-tonight]

what she wants, anywhere

frankie morales x f!reader

summary: trying to hide the fact that you're horny from frankie while on an international flight leads to unexpectedly joining the mile high club

word count: 4.4k

warnings: E (18+ mdni!!!) dubcon, smut, porn w very little plot, pet names, established relationship, unsafe p in v, airplane sex, slight breeding kink (special just for cami hehe) creampie, reader uses frankie's hand to try and get off, no mention of age gap so read how you’d like :)

notes: this idea has been in my head for a few months but I never really knew how i wanted to write it, then an unreleased harry styles song came on shuffle (complicated freak - iykyk) and that just kinda fed the brainrot even more and…. now here we are. i'm also very aware that this is pretty unrealistic but it's fic so!! also let's pretend that airplane bathrooms aren't super gross i'm sorry. thank you to the loml @javiscigarette for always beta reading and listening to my insane rambling, i don’t know what i would do without you and our single shared braincell ILYSM xo

i also hit a new follower milestone this past week so i just want to say an extra big thank you to everyone that reads, likes, comments, reblogs or follows 🤍 enjoy!! :)

You and Frankie have had this trip planned for almost 6 months now, the two of you needing a vacation from work and day to day life. Now the only thing standing between the two of you and a week long vacation in Italy is an eight and a half hour flight. 

From the second you got to the airport you were on edge, worried about your bags, your tickets, your passports, if you had forgotten anything in your carry on, up until you got to security when you finally calmed down. When you got up to the belt, Frankie grabbed a few plastic bins throwing both of your carry ons into one as you removed your jacket and shoes. As you stuffed everything into your bin, you glanced over at him, watching him intently as he started to take his jacket off. 

You watched the way his biceps flexed as he slipped his jacket off of his broad shoulders and tossed it into the bin. Next he removed his hat, running his calloused fingers through his tousled curls, pushing them back before preparing to remove his belt. At that point you were noticeably gawking at him, watching the way his thick fingers unfastened his belt buckle before rapidly pulling it out the belt loops of his jeans and tossing it into the bin as well.

He looked over at you, giving you a quick once over before asking, “That everything?”

You weren’t able to conjure up any words, just a quick mhm and a nod of your head as you two moved forward. When he stepped into the metal detector, your eyes were glued to him the whole time. As he lifted his hands above his head, his shirt lifted the slightest bit, causing a small sliver of his soft tummy to peek out. A warmth started to build deep in your core from that moment forward. 

Once the two of you were through security, he slipped his belt back on followed by his jacket. You swiped his hat before he could grab it, quickly stuffing it into your carry on. 

He laughed, head tilting to the side as the dimple on his cheek deepened. “C’mon” he shot you a look. “Give it.” He held his large hand out towards you. 

“We’re inside now, don’t need it.” You smiled at him sweetly, a warmth blooming in your chest as his eyes met yours. 

He grunted, grabbing your bags with a small smile still plastered on his face before turning to walk towards your gate. Your eyes are glued to him as you walk, keeping a few steps behind him. 

By the time you finally sit down at your gate, the heat in your lower stomach has grown even more and Frankie is painfully unaware of the way you’re watching him, desire growing each second. The terminal was crowded and there weren’t many seats, so you sat across from him a bit upset at the distance while also enjoying the view of your man.

You sit across from him with a book in your hand, legs crossed as you peeked up over the top of your book every now and then to admire him. He was leaning back in the chair, one arm on the armrest and the other casually resting between his legs, right where you want him most. His legs were spread wide, hair perfectly tousled, one leg bouncing from nerves and brows furrowed as he focused on something on his phone. How could you possibly not stare? 

He caught you once, eyes lingering on him a little too long, causing heat to rise from for chest up to your cheeks. Your eyes roamed up his body, checking him out, before locking with his own as he shifted in his seat. 

Hm? He raised his brows, a smirk growing on his face. 

You quickly shook your head, looking back down at your book as a shy smile formed on your face. 

Boarding the plane went by quickly. You stood close to him as you waited for your group to be called and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The comforting feeling of his warm body pressed against yours worked you up even more, if that was even possible, and Frankie held your hand the whole time during take off.  

Now you're seated on the plane, his thigh resting against yours, fighting the urge to keep your hands off of him and satisfy the throbbing need in your core. He’s surely noticed the way you’ve been squirming in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs a million times and the not so subtle staring. 

You turn on the screen in front of you, switching to the live map and checking the time on the screen. It’s only been 45 minutes, this is going to be impossible. You clear your throat and let out a deep sigh as you look out the window at the dark sky, only a small peek of blue light shining over the horizon now. 

“What’s wrong?” Frankie’s soft voice in your ear startles you slightly as you turn to see him leaning in close to you. “You nervous?” He moves his hand to rest on your thigh. 

You swallow before answering. “No.” You blurt out causing him to raise his brow in curiosity. “I mean, it’s not that.” Your eyes land on his lips after the last word leaves your mouth. 

“Then what is it?” He rubs your thigh lightly and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

He sounds concerned, but there’s no way you’re telling him that you’re horny with 7 hours left of this flight. All you can do is hope that as the time passes  the ache in your core dulls, or better yet goes away. 

“Just-“ you try to think of an excuse on the spot. “Excited actually.” You smile up at him and he returns it, the dimple on his cheek growing. 

“We’ll be there soon baby, the flight will be over before you know it.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and rests it on your cheek, rubbing your soft skin with his thumb before pecking your lips. 

You nod in agreement, closing your eyes as you toss your head back and lean into your seat. If he only knew.

You’ve been looking out the window for who knows how long, the lights in the cabin are low, almost completely off now, and the flight attendants haven’t walked up the aisles in almost half an hour. You look at the time on your phone again, only two hours in, how is that possible? The ache in your core hasn’t subsided.  

You look over at Frankie watching a movie on the screen in front of him, Top Gun, before reaching for your carry-on bag under the seat in front of you. You grab the sweater you stuffed into it and throw it across your lap. 

“Cold?” Frankie’s voice is soft yet gravely as he leans in close to you, whispering for just the two of you to hear. 

You look at him, eyes slightly widening. “Yeah.” You aren’t lying, the cabin is chilly, but that’s only half of the truth. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he takes in your features in the low light. You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side as you get comfortable. Frankie smiles and plants a kiss on your temple before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. You lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his bicep as you watch the movie with him. 

It’s not long before you’re distracted again, letting go of your grip on his arm and laying back in your seat. Your eyes linger on the way his pants hug his thighs. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore, the way he’s sitting with his arms crossed give you a  full view of his strong forearms and biceps.

You’re not sure how much longer you can ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. You decide to test something and reach your right hand over to rub the side of his thigh, resting there for a moment. He doesn’t move, eyes still on the screen, and you take that as a sign to keep going. You slowly inch closer towards where his cock is confined in his pants, resting your hand on the inside of his thigh and keeping it there for a few moments. He doesn’t react, but you hear his breathing picking up. 

As you start to rub small circles on the inside of his thigh and inch ever so slightly closer to where his member is hidden, he grabs your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” He whispers. 

His large hand is still wrapped around your wrist as you lean in, resting your chin on his shoulder as you look up at him. “Nothing.” That’s a lie, and he knows it.

“Querida...” His eyes burn through you as he stares back at you. He knows. 

You clear your throat and tilt your head up to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been worked up since we went through security.”  

“Hm.” He nods his head, the deep vibration causes goosebumps to raise on your skin.

You pull back and he looks into your eyes again. His hand finds yours on your lap, warm as it wraps around yours and squeezes lightly. 

“Once we land and get to the hotel, promise.” He raises his hand to rest on your cheek and plants a feather light kiss on your lips. 

You let out a small sigh as his hand moves from yours to rest on his lap and you turn to look out the window, trying to distract yourself from the pool of heat that burns in the pit of your stomach.

You’re not sure how much time has passed now, when you look over at Frankie his eyes are shut, mouth slightly parted as you admire his features. A small smile forms in your face as your eyes roam over him, landing on his hand still resting on his lap. 

At that exact moment, an idea comes to your mind. Something that could possibly give you a small amount of relief. For now. It’s not your best idea, but it could work. 

You look back up at his face as you reach over to rest your hand over his, he doesn’t open his eyes. You stay still for a moment, making sure you won’t wake him from the movement. When you think the time is right, you lift his hand, quickly resting it on your lap. Your eyes land on where his hand now lays over your sweater on your lap, so close to the dull thrumming at your core. You bite your lip and look back over to be sure he hasn’t woken up, you smile at the way his soft lashes rest on the tops of his cheeks as he rests, a warmth spreading through your chest. 

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly move his hand underneath where your sweater lays to rest on your inner thigh. His warm hand burns straight through the fabric of your pants, causing your skin to heat up from the touch, and your stomach to churn. He still hasn’t opened his eyes, so you take that as a safe sign to keep going, slowly moving his hand up your thigh until it rests over your clothed heat. 

A low whimper escapes your throat and your eyes widen at the realization, looking back over at where Frankie lays with his eyes shut. You watch him take a deep breath, letting out a sigh as he shifts slightly in his seat, head rolling slightly to the side as he stirs. You stay still for a few seconds, making sure he hasn’t woken from your movements. 

You look away from him, back to where his hand is touching you under your sweater, and you begin to press the heel of his hand into your clothed cunt. You let out a long, relieved breath from your nose and your eyes fall shut. The pressure of his large warm hand resting over your sensitive nub is just enough to give you some of the relief you were looking for, but it’s not enough. 

You take a deep breath before grinding yourself against the palm of his hand in a slow rocking motion that causes the seam of your pants to rub over your clit. Trying your best to be quiet, you bite into your cheek as your hips buck forward. A low groan escapes your throat and you let out a shaky breath. 

You're lost in the moment, relishing in the feeling of his large, warm hand resting over your clothed sex as you grind into it. Suddenly you feel him move and your heart leaps into your throat. His arm tenses up, hand grabbing at your clothed cunt as he applies more pressure than before. Your eyes fly open wide and you turn to look into his own. Heavy lidded as a small smirk forms on his face in the dim lighting, he leans in closer to you. 

“Bathroom at the back of the plane. I’ll be there in five.” He says slowly, just above a whisper. 

You blink, mouth agape as his words sink in. “W-what?” You watch the way his chest rapidly rises and falls as you wait for his response. 

“Now.” He presses harder into your clothed core before pulling his hand away.

You let out a gasp, reaching for your seat buckle as fast as you can before standing up. As you squeeze past him and make your way into the aisle, you take a quick glance around to look for the flight attendants. They're nowhere to be found, and as you walk towards the back of the plane you notice that almost everyone on the plane is asleep, has their nose in a book or eyes glued to something on the screen in front of them. You try not to walk too quickly as you make your way towards the back of the plane where the vacancy sign is glowing brightly. 

Your heart is racing and you feel giddy as you approach the door, pulling it open and stepping inside before closing it behind you. As you wait in the small stall for Frankie, you stand there for a moment with your back against the door, eyes falling shut as you take a deep breath in anticipation for what may happen next. Then you hear a light knocking on the door, causing you to flinch as you reach to pull the door open. 

Without giving you a second to think, Frankie pushes the door open causing you to step back, closing the door behind him and locking it before guiding you towards the sink. It's a tight fit with the two of you in there but right now you could care less. He presses close to you, causing your lower back to press into the small plastic sink as his hand flies down to grab you where you're wet and aching for him, the other grabbing your wrist. 

He leans in, nose grazing your cheek before speaking low in your ear. “This what you wanted?” His voice sends a shock straight to your core as he applies more pressure where he's caressing your clothed core, causing a moan to slip from your mouth.

“Frankie,” you say breathlessly. 

“Shhh.” his hand leaves your wrist to lightly cover your mouth. “Gotta be quiet for me baby, don’t want anyone to catch us committing a fucking felony now do we?” A small smirk covers his lips and your chest flutters with excitement at his words.

You look up at him with wide eyes and shake your head, then he removes his hand from your mouth and plants a needy kiss to your lips. Your eyes close and you melt into it, hands gripping his shoulders as his tongue parts your lips to tangle with your own. You press against him, slightly bucking your hips to feel the growing bulge in his pants. He groans before breaking the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath as his eyes roam over you. His large hands grab at your waist as he looks back into your eyes.

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning your back to him and pressing your hips flush against the tiny sink while your hands grab onto the edge bracing yourself. 

Frankie’s large hands land back on your hips, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans to rest on your ass for a moment, squeezing lightly before moving back to your hips. he presses his hardening cock into your ass and lets out a low grunt as your eyes flutter shut, your head falling forward as you sigh.

His hands leave your hips and you hear the sound of his belt buckle. “Gotta make this quick.”  his voice is low and gruff, you lift your head to look at him through the mirror in front of you.

You watch him as he looks down between the two of you to unbutton his own jeans, stray curls falling onto his forehead. His muscles flex, the fabric of his shirt stretching as he pulls his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out. His head snaps back up, dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. His hands snake around to the front of you, reaching for the button on your pants, his thick fingers moving quickly to undo it before pulling at your zipper. 

His eyes never leave yours as he tugs your pants down just enough to expose the soft skin of your ass along with your soaked heat. Your mouth falls open as his hand moves towards your core and you stifle a moan as his fingers start to glide through your slick folds, his other hand resting back on your hip.

“Been thinking about me filling you up this whole time, huh?” You take in a deep breath, pressing your lips together as you try to hold in a moan. “Thinking about me filling you to the fucking brim with my cum?” 

You frantically nod your head, unable to form a single word. Frankie watches you through the mirror as your head falls back onto his shoulder and you press yourself back into him. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel his stiff cock press against your bare ass. He starts to rub small, slow circles on your clit and you raise your head to look at him through the mirror again. Your eyes immediately meet with his having never left you, and you watch him as he leans in closer to you.

“Wish there was time for me to taste this perfect pussy.” His nose grazes the side of your cheek, his low voice vibrating through your whole body. 

You bite your lip trying to keep quiet, squeezing your eyes shut as he applies more pressure to your swollen clit. You also wish there was time. He plants a kiss on your neck, scruff slightly scratching you as his warm lips press against your skin. It’s like he read your mind.

“Once we get to the hotel, I promise.” He lightly squeezes your hip, pulling his other hand away from your sensitive nub causing you to hold your breath. “Bend over for me baby.” 

You do as he says, bracing yourself on the sink once again as you slightly lean forward. One of his hands stays on your hip, the other lines his cock up with your soaking wet entrance. Your eyes are still glued to him in the mirror, your beautiful man. He’s focused as you watch him, and when you feel his tip slowly start to press in, you watch the way his face relaxes. You close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of him slowly filling you to the brim.  

“Fuck.” You watch as his head falls back, a blissful look on his face. “Feel so good cariño.” 

He stays still for a moment, taking in the feeling of your wet cunt pulsing around him. You’re not sure how long you’ve been in here, but you know that the two of you should hurry up before someone notices what’s going on. You wiggle your ass back and forth against Frankie to try and get his attention as you bite your bottom lip while looking up at him through the mirror. 

He lifts his head up, dark eyes meeting with yours. A deep almost growl comes from deep in his chest as he pulls out and slams his cock back into you. Your body jolts forward, mouth falling open as you brace yourself for his brutal pace. You’re not sure how long you’ll last, the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you bringing you so close to the release you’ve been waiting for. 

You watch him in the mirror, transfixed on the way his biceps strain the fabric of his shirt as he holds onto your waist for dear life. The feeling of his cock splitting you open so perfect. He leans down and wraps an arm around your torso, pulling you to stand straight up with your back against him as he continues to fuck you at the same brutal pace. 

His hand roams over your body and his eyes follow, finding the hem of your shirt as he slips his large hand beneath it. You press further back into him, a sigh leaving your mouth at the feeling of his warm skin against yours. 

“Francisco…” You murmur. 

His hand continues to travel up your body, leaving goosebumps in its trail up towards your breasts. You suck in a breath as his hand finds the cup of your bra, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of your breast. He’s still staring at you in the mirror, tracing over your soft skin and curves with his eyes as he moves his hand to lift your shirt up to your chin. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers right beside your ear. “Look at you.” 

You’re just looking at him, the way his large hand is splayed over your chest, the light flush on his cheeks from being cramped in this stuffy bathroom, and the way his hair has fallen over his forehead. The coil in your stomach is ready to snap, any second now as he slows down his thrusts. He can feel it, the way your walls flutter around his thick cock. His hand slides back down your chest, stopping to rest on your stomach as he holds you against him.

“Come for me, come on baby.” His deep voice travels straight through you to your core. 

“Oh my-” Frankie’s hand flys up to cover your mouth before you can finish. 

“Shhh, quiet.” The vibration of his deep voice whispering in your ear sends you over the edge and a white hot feeling spreads through your body, radiating from your core as your orgasm takes over. 

“There you go.” He whispers, nose grazing your cheek as he speaks. 

Your hand reaches behind you to pull at the curls on the nape of his neck and you squeeze around him as your orgasm comes to an end. He lets out a deep moan as he buries his face into your neck, muffling the sound. He thrust one last time, stopping when he bottoms out, hot cum spurting out and filling you up. His shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath, head still buried in your shoulder and your head lays back on his. Both of his arms are wrapped around your torso and you rest yours over his, squeezing his forearms lightly as he stays there for a moment longer, making sure all of his seed stays put. 

He kisses your neck before lifting his head up and looking between the two of you as he pulls out, pulling your underwear back on quickly to make sure his come stays put. His hands rest on your hips as you fix your shirt. You slide your pants back on and spin around to face him as he buttons his pants, watching the way his fingers move. A smile forms on your face as you watch him, a warmth growing in your chest. 

“Hm?” He looks up at you through his lashes as he fixes his belt.

You shake your head, reaching to rest your hands on his shoulders as you kiss him. He sucks in a deep breath, making a content sound as he kisses you back and wraps his arms tightly around you. When he breaks the kiss, his eyes roam your features before speaking. 

“We should go back.” One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek and he pecks your lips one last time. 

“You go first.” You lean into his touch, squeezing his broad shoulders. 

His thumb rubs your cheek before pulling away and turning to pull the door open. He slips out, quietly closing the door behind him. Once he’s gone you turn towards the mirror to fix yourself up and wash your hands before going back to your seat. You replay what just happened in your mind as you wait a few minutes to leave. 

Once you think it’s safe to leave, you slip back out into the dark cabin. You glance around, still no flight attendants in sight as you make your way back to the aisle where Frankie is sitting and waiting for you. A smirk forms on his face as you squeeze in front of him to take your seat at the window. You get comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder as his hand finds a spot on your lap and you close your eyes. As you start to drift off you feel Frankie shift in his seat. 

“Don’t think I forgot about my promise either.” He whispers for just you to hear. 

Your chest flutters, a quiet laugh leaves your mouth before you drift to sleep. Only 5 more hours, you’re almost sure you can wait this time.

thank you for reading <3 any feedback is appreciated and my asks are open!! xo

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PERFECTLY FINE – CHAPTER THREE (MELBOURNE & IMOLA)

genre: angst, fluff, comfort, etc.

word count: 6.6k

warnings: more heartbreak but that's probs it

author's note: hello again !!! i've been meaning to post this for several days now but never found the strength to proofread it all. decided to fit melbourne and imola both into one chapter because they were kinda short on their own, and they are about a lot of similar stuff so i think it made sense. hope you enjoy, thank you for all love on this <33 monaco chapter is like maybe halfway done so it shouldn't take too long !! (& i like that one more hehe)

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MELBOURNE

"ollie, put on your sunglasses," dino tells his friend, doing the same with his own reflective sunglasses before flipping his cap around. "let's look tough and cool."

you roll your eyes, shaking your head at the boys in front of you. ollie does as he's told, both of them crossing their arms over their chests as they lean their shoulders against each others. "is that really the pose you're going for?" you ask, and you're instantly met with a string of protests from the impatient swedish man, making you raise your hands in defense. "as you wish..."

you lean back slightly to fit the whole wall behind them into the frame, all works of graffiti apparently important to include, according to your friend. you're glad that you were quick to press the button to take the picture since, of course, they can't keep the pose for more than a few seconds before breaking into a fit of laughter.

you may be complaining a lot about having been dragged around melbourne the entire day, taking photos of your friends, and being forced to socialize. but really, you're thankful for this opportunity to take your mind off everything that's been going on. during your entire break since jeddah, you've been mourning your feature race and dwelling on everything about paul. it's easy to get stuck in your head, to only remember the bad things. and in those times, you're glad to have people around you to pull you out of the darkness.

melbourne will be different. that's what you've been telling yourself ever since you got out of the car in jeddah. you got your first f3 win here last season, and despite how it's still a fairly new track to you, you have a lot of confidence driving around it. you have faith in your car, and you know you have the skills to perform well. you just need to actually score some points again to keep up in the championship.

"can you two losers stop laughing already?" you huff, slipping your phone into your pocket. "i'm starving, and i refuse to have dinner in the f2 hospitality before the race weekend has even started."

"blah blah blah, you're just picky," dino says as he strolls up to you, one of his hands coming up to mess up your hair. you shoot him a glare. "whatever, let's get going. i'm really hungry myself, actually."

you rake a hand through your hair to fix the chaos he caused, before hurrying to keep up with the long-legged boys who've already started walking away. as you squeeze in between them, ollie reaches for your hand, fingers slipping between yours. you let out a content sigh; not only because you're finally getting some food, nor because of the way ollie squeezes your hand.

like this, it's like you don't seem to have a single care about anything in the world. like you've just flown across the world to hang out with your best friend and your boyfriend, to just have fun and relax in the sun.

dino and ollie pick up on the change in your mood, too; it's hard not to. though you haven't spent any time with them during the break, with the trio split up between england and italy, your slump has been so palpable that they could tell even from so far away. so seeing you this lighthearted and happy makes them satisfied, too.

the calm before the storm, as they say.

"and you said i was the picky one?" you ask as dino sits down at your table in the hospitality, nothing but some plain pasta and some kind of meat pie on his plate.

"you're not much better now, are you?" he asks back, glancing down at your empty plate and then up at your face again. the little baguette you've already eaten was not nearly enough to fuel you for the upcoming qualifying session.

you sigh. "i miss the fish and chips we had yesterday..."

"that was definitely not a part of our diet plan."

a scoff passes your lips and you shake your head. "maybe it wasn't the best possible food for my performance," you start, looking over your shoulder at the long buffet table. "but at least it was edible. my muscles may not have grown, but my heart sure did. isn't that important, too?"

dino chuckles as he chews down some pasta, shrugging his shoulders. "speaking of your heart," he says before taking a long sip from his water bottle. "i was surprised to see how lovey-dovey you and ollie were yesterday."

you raise an eyebrow at him. "aren't we always like that?"

"yeah you are, that's the thing."

you pause for a long moment. "and what's that supposed to mean?"

a sliver of regret makes its way onto his face, so slight you almost don't pick up on it. "well..." he tries his best to play it cool, even pulling his phone out of his pocket to check his notifications, but you see right through him. "i may have heard something, but it doesn't mat-"

you can't stop yourself from cutting him off. "tell me. now."

now it's dino's time to let out a sigh, pulling a hand through his hair. "i heard that you and ollie were having problems. but clearly, that's not the case."

"and who told you that?"

"well, here's the thing, i-" dino's voice cracks just like it always does when he's nervous or when he's lying. he takes a second to clear his throat, and you intervene.

"it was paul, wasn't it?" you ask, and he doesn't answer. the fact that he doesn't immediately deny it, along with his blank expression, gives it away. "that idiot! oh my god..." dino is just about to speak up again, to explain himself or make up an excuse, but you give him no space. "why are you listening to him and not me? why would you not ask me if it's true before assuming something? is he really more reliable when it comes to my relationship?"

"y/n, you know i'm stuck between you three. you're all my best friends, and..." he drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. "how should i know who to trust and who to talk to? i can't even mention him around you."

when his words kick in, your expression softens from the infuriated frown you were earlier displaying. you understand what he means; it must be hard for him to be in the middle of this ongoing cold war. "i get it, i get it," you finally say with a dismissive hand gesture. "just... tell me the details. tell me exactly what he said."

to be fair, the things paul had said to dino weren't as bad as you had expected. it had just been a tiny comment, something along the lines of how paul wasn't sure if you and ollie were still as comfortable around each other since you weren't spotted with him in the paddock in bahrain.

a full-on lie, but not the worst thing to ever happen.

though, what dino then tells you about, is the fact that paul wasn't the only one he heard about it from. kimi had confided in him, too; just like gabriel and dennis.

kimi's story had been pretty much the same as what paul told dino, but dennis said that he had heard that you and ollie had broken up already. and according to gabriel, paul has been telling people that you and ollie are only dating for publicity.

what a joke.

the weight of the rumors sits heavy on your shoulders, but you refuse to let them break you. and despite how much you loathe the thought of even looking at him, your body is bubbling with the need to confront him. this can't go on.

how are you supposed to not think about paul and ollie all day, every day after that?

when you know your ex-boyfriend has been spreading fake rumors about you, how are you supposed to look at his stupid smile when he's walking through the paddock and not punch him in the face?

you manage to restrain yourself, with some help from pepe subtly grabbing your arm to hold you back whenever he notices that paul is near. the negative thing is that it means you don't get an outlet for your emotions.

you have yet to find any positives to it.

you were always told to not mix your driving with romance. now, you understand why. you're so distracted that pretty much everything gets messed up your entire weekend. you aren't able to prepare well for your sessions, so you end up with a weak 15:th position in the qualifying, along with one dnf in the sprint, in what's probably one of the fastest cars on the grid this weekend.

not even the feature works out for you. after a lucky start with five positions gained, you were finally fighting for points again. though, stalling in the pit is apparently not the most optimal thing to do when looking to climb the ranks, which was something you learned the hard way.

the worst of it all is the fact that of course paul ended up with yet another podium. where's the karma in that?

just when you've gotten out of your car and made your way back to the paddock, you spot him. he's on his way to the podium from the cooldown room, climbing a staircase and loudly chatting with zane maloney about the race.

this time, you can't hold back. he ruined your race; he deserves your anger.

"you're a complete idiot, you know that, right?"

your voice startles zane, who looks at you with a guilty expression for a moment until he takes in paul's reaction, realizing that he's not the one you're mat at. "yeah?" the estonian chuckles.

"yeah, you are!" the volume and intensity of your voice rise by the second as you make your way to the foot of the staircase. "where did you find the audacity to run around spreading false rumors about me and my boyfriend?!"

zane slowly steps away, not wanting to get caught in this crossfire, and ascends the steps towards the podium. paul's amused expression doesn't change at all. "what false rumors?"

you gawk at him, completely dumbfounded by his entire way of acting. "that we're having issues."

"well, you are."

"we are not!"

"come on," he starts shaking his head as you take a quick couple of steps up the staircase. "it's easy to see that you're not happy with him."

it doesn't take long for you to reach the landing he's standing on, and for the first time ever, you find yourself hating how tall he is. the way he looks down at you only furthers your aggravation – it's like you're smaller, like you matter less, like you aren't as strong. "and how would you know that i'm not happy?"

he sighs, as if he's completely uninterested in this entire conversation. like your anger doesn't affect him the slightest. "because i know you." he shrugs. "you don't smile like you used to. ollie isn't right for you."

"oh, but you were?!" you scoff, not believing your ears. "you're so conceited, holy shit! you just ruined my weekend, you ruined both of my races, just- leave me and ollie alone!"

when you turn around to descend the stairs again, you notice the crowd that's started to form below you. great. you haven't exactly been subtle, and you wouldn't be surprised if your yells could be heard all the way back to the campos garage. the sight should scare you – any other day, you would've been so embarrassed you'd want to melt through the floor. but right now, you're too full on anger to care.

"maybe you would be driving better if you were still with me."

paul's voice stops you just as you're about to walk down the first step. you slowly turn back to him, mouth gaping wide and eyes blown up.

"something about being with him is clearly bothering you. you weren't like this when you were with me." you're at a loss for words, which he notices and takes advantage of. "you're prioritizing him over your own racing. you did it in bahrain, you did it again in jeddah. it's not good for you."

"maybe what's not good for me is you, have you ever thought about that?" you walk up to him, a finger pressed up to his chest as you stare up at him. "maybe the reason i'm distracted because you won't leave me alone! you keep on spreading these stupid rumors about me and-" you have to pause for a moment to force down the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. "i can't take it! just back the fuck off!"

you feel like you could explode any second – if that isn't what you just did – and the fact that paul still looks like he doesn't give one single fuck about this makes you want to give him that beating he so deserves. but you hear pepe's voice in the back of your head, reminding you of how the fia wouldn't appreciate having a driver on the grid who gets into fistfights, and so you back off. with one last shake of your head, you turn again, storming down the stairs.

the sea of people at the end of the staircase splits open for you and you hurry away, not taking any time to see if you notice anyone you know in the crowd. you hear a familiar voice call out for you, one you can't quite identify, but you continue running towards your truck.

paul is an idiot – there's no denying in that fact.

but why was there more passion in these two minutes of fighting him than you've had in your entire relationship with ollie?

he can't be right, you decide. you really are in love with ollie, but not in a way that makes you compromise your racing. it's a great relationship, no matter how different it is from the one you had with paul. he may not believe it, but you will make it work.

he can't be right. you won't let him.

ollie heard about the fight between you and paul just minutes later. of course, there are people around the paddock who loves to run around and gossip – and how could they not tell the story of this huge fight to the man who was the topic of it?

in hindsight, he should've come to you instantly. he thought that the wise thing would be to give you space, to give you a few moments to breathe before he came in with all kinds of questions.

but then, when you finally come out of the campos truck over an hour later and make your way over to where he is waiting for you, he can't say anything. he sees the redness of your eyes and hears your heavy sighs loud and clear, and he knows you won't want to talk. he's too late; the wound may still be far from healed, but he still doesn't want to rip off the bandaid you've so carefully applied on yourself.

all he can do is wrap his arms around you, let you rest against his chest and kiss the top of your head, hoping to bring you at least a little bit of comfort.

next time, he will be quicker. he will be there for you right when you need it.

ollie sleeps soundlessly next to you when you pull out your journal from the bedside table. he hasn't had the most flawless weekend either, but at least he scored his first points of the season, which is a great start.

you usually can write paragraphs upon paragraphs about paul. any other day, you're jane austen and nicholas sparks both in one body. but today, there's only one thing that comes out of you.

paul aron is an asshole.

after a few seconds of just staring at your blank journal, another sentence comes to you; one you just can't bring yourself to write down.

but what if he's right?

maybe what you have with ollie isn't true love.

but maybe it's enough.

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user keep pushing y/n!! don't let this weekend affect you ❤️

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user pretty embarrassing weekend tbh

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user did anyone else hear those rumors... about her and paul....

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melbourne was not a good weekend in any possible way, and having it be the last weekend before a long break? not exactly what you had hoped for.

in times like these, you do the one thing you're better at than anyone; distracting yourself.

hours upon hours in the red bull simulator, mornings and evenings at the gym, rewatching old f1 and f2 races all night. anything to get your mind off your love life. pepe is a lifesaver too, since he's good at picking up on the little hints about your current mood and he understands which of your buttons not to push when you're like this.

though ollie understands why you're behaving the way you are after melbourne, he still doesn't enjoy the fact that you're much less open and harder to get hold of. there's a long period of time where you don't answer his texts as often as you usually do, where you cut your face time calls short for random reasons, and where he just can't get through to you. and it hurts him so much more since he's several hours away in italy, not able to properly talk to you about it.

that's why he was overjoyed when you arrived in imola a few days earlier than you needed, just so the two of you could spend some time alone before the weekend started.

it's currently wednesday night, and you just need to swing by your hotel room before heading out for dinner. "i'm to be really quick," you say as the light on the door blinks green and you enter, shuffling over to your suitcase. "i just need to find my purse..."

ollie strolls around for a few moments, almost as if inspecting the room, before just standing to watch the sun set over the city through your balcony door. eventually, you hear his voice from behind you. "what's this?"

when you turn around, you find him staring down into your open duffle bag on the floor – and on top of all your clothes lies your journal.

shit.

"it's... nothing."

he chuckles. "it's clearly not nothing. it looks like it's been used quite a lot," he says, eyes moving over to you. "is it a novel? a calendar?"

you turn back to your suitcase, pretending like it's no big deal, that you're just much more interested in finding your purse. "well, something like that."

"something like what?" ollie frowns, bending down a little to take a closer look at the outside.

"found it!" you reach for your handbag, pulling it out and holding it up in the air as you step away from the suitcase. "we can go now."

"why aren't you telling me? is it secret?"

ollie is stubborn; it's one of the things you like about him, one of the things that makes him the person he is. without his determination, he would've never made it to f2 nor the ferrari driver academy – and he wouldn't be your boyfriend. so, you aren't surprised that he's not letting go of your journal.

he can clearly tell it's a big deal for you, despite the fact that you try to hide it, and he can't help but feel a bit of worry creep into him when you don't answer him instantly. he regrets pushing you for an answer, but he's also immensely curious – and he's a bit tired of you still keeping secrets from him, despite the fact that he would never tell you that.

after a few more moments of silence, he takes your hand, leading you to sit down on the edge of the bed with him. and with the way he's looking at you, there's no way you can hold back from telling him.

you tell him about when you first bought it, that rainy day back home in cambridge and that little bookshop near your elementary school. you tell him about how it just called for you, begged for you to buy it, how the dark blue color felt like it was chosen just to attract attention from your eyes and your eyes only.

and you tell him about your therapist and the amount of time you've spent trying to work out all of your issues. you tell him about how when she suggested that you find an outlet for your emotions that's more easily accessible during race weekends, your mind instantly wandered to the little journal you'd bought but found no use for yet.

but you make sure to leave out all of the details, only filling him in on the major issues. you don't tell him about just how bad your performance anxiety gets, or about how close you've been to just quitting racing when your imposter syndrome thoughts cloud your mind. you can't let him know too much, get too close.

you try to brush it off as something casual, like it's no big deal; but you also make sure to tell him how extremely secret it is and about the many ways you would kill him by if you found out he'd read in it. your tone is one of levity, of course – but in reality, you weren't really kidding.

paul knew about the journal, too, and you knew how much he longed to know more than the color of the wrapping. you'd often find him with pleading eyes as he watched you write, tiny pout on his lips and a joking comment along the lines of "you're not cursing me out in that, are you?".

but despite how curious he was, paul never overstepped his boundaries. he would never – and you trust that ollie won't, either. he's far too good for that, too kindhearted and empathetic to go against your wishes. especially with how fragile and vulnerable you look to him in this moment.

he makes sure to listen to every word that leaves your mouth, nodding understandingly and letting you finish pouring your heart out before he speaks up.

"you know, you could also use me if you want to,” he starts, a gentle hand coming up to caress your cheek. "to talk to, i mean. or rant, or anything. if you think being vocal about it instead of writing could work."

of course he would try to find a way to help you out. to him, it's a win-win situation – if venting to him works for you, then that's great, but it would also mean that he could maybe finally work himself past that wall you've built up around yourself. if you start telling him about your feelings for your own sake, maybe he can finally get to know you better and get closer to you.

but that's the thing. opening up means being vulnerable, letting your guard down. you do trust him, you really do; so why can't you just do it?

ollie smiles at the little nod you give him – it's not a promise, but it's a good start. you've started talking to him, and he thinks that maybe the momentum will keep you going.

you realize that he's still holding your hand when he gives it a soft squeeze, standing up from the bed. "enough of that now," he says, trying to ignore the slightly somber expression taking over your features. "let's go to that restaurant, hm?"

you intertwine your fingers with his and rise next to him, slinging your purse over your shoulder with another nod. "let's go."

seven missed calls.

that's the sight you're met by when you scan over your phone notifications after your post-qualifying debrief with the team. you don't even need to check who they're from; you knew your dad would be dissatisfied with your results from the second you stepped out of your car halfway through the session.

before today, you hadn't spun out in a qualifying session since your karting days – but apparently, there's a first time for everything. another qualifying outside of the top ten means that yet again, you will be starting in the lower ranks in both races. missing out on the reverse grid always sucks, but it sucks a little extra when you know you could've, and should've, performed better. with pepe's third-place finish, you know your campos car was good enough to end up in the top of the timings. if only you'd kept the car on the track, maybe you could've proved something.

proven that you're capable, proven that you belong here. proven that you actually can handle the pressure.

if you know your dad right, he's definitely not calling to give you his condolences or cheer you up. it's not exactly his style. chances are, he's not just going to criticize your performance, but also compare it to a certain someone else's.

ollie managed to snatch that second place for the starting grid on sunday, which is something you should only be happy about. but as much as you adore your boyfriend and wish him all of the joy in the world, it's upsetting that he needed to perform so well this weekend. it's like the fuel to your dad's "you should've gone to ferrari"-fire he wanted so badly.

pepe knows that look on your face by now; he's been a first-hand witness to your fights with your father too many times to count by now. his hand on your shoulder gives you a quick squeeze after he's watched you flip your phone upside down on the table with a sigh before slumping further into your seat.

"did someone die in here or what?" sebastian's voice spreads through the room when he walks into it and catches a glimpse of you. the air is so thick with tension that he fears he will choke on it if he doesn't try to lighten the mood a bit.

"nothing except my weekend, i guess," you mumble back, not giving into his attempt that easily. what's he so happy for, anyway? his result of qualifying 25th isn't exactly something to celebrate, either.

"hey, cheer up," sebastian says. "we'll have an overtaking party this weekend!"

when you stay quiet, pepe says something quick in spanish to sebastian who just nods, eyes flickering between you two. you let out a groan – it's ironic, really, since you're a driver for a spanish team, but you hate it when people speak spanish around you since you can't understand it. especially when you know they're talking about you but not with you.

pepe apologizes instantly, but the smile on his lips never falters. not even your behavior is enough to stop him from beaming over his own qualifying results. for the first time in a while, he is actually happy after a session – and he won't let you ruin it.

"okay, come on. i have the perfect plan to save this night," pepe starts. your phone buzzes on the table with what you assume is another angry message, and you're just about to open it when he interjects. "and that starts with giving me your phone."

"that seems pretty suspicious…" you say, though you understand immediately why he does it. pepe knows you far too well already.

you reluctantly place your phone into the hand he holds out for you. "i promise to let you know if ollie or anyone on the team texts you. but i think you need to stay away from this for a while." he nods toward sebastian, whose eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "could you run out to get some kind of candy? anything that could work as poker chips is good enough."

"and i suppose that means my deck of cards is needed, too?" you ask, not able to hold back from smiling anymore at your friend's silly attempt to cheer you up.

"you bet."

call it childish, but your poker session really did serve its purpose. it ended up being the first time you've been able to properly relax and just have fun in months. it didn’t matter that none of you three got a lot of sleep – just getting to enjoy the moment was good enough.

however, the next day, it was all back to square one again.

the sprint race was indeed an overtaking party, as sebastian had suggested – but six overtakes from p20 is still not enough for any points, not even when about five drivers crash in the first lap. despite all that, you still had some hope for the feature; even more laps to work your way up the ranks and the possibility of having a good strategy were the only two thoughts on your mind.

but yet again, you left the race having scored exactly no points. and to your biggest annoyance, the winner was the one person you prayed would not get the win. one pretty much no one had expected.

just like spa last year in f3, paul was insanely lucky with his choice of strategy. with a perfectly timed late pit stop when the safety car came out, he came out in the front of the field on his new option tires. pretty much the entire field behind him had opted for the opposite strategy, which meant he soared away at the safety car restart and took the win quite easily.

at least, now the championship can't possibly get any worse, can it?

celebrations are always due when paul wins, and this weekend is no exception. you honestly wanted nothing more than to stay back in your hotel room and forget about the weekend even happening. but after some combined begging from ollie, pepe and jak, all saying something about how "you're no fun anymore" and "it's been so long since you partied with us", you finally gave in.

"and i promise, you won't be left alone for even a second," ollie whispers into your ear as he wraps his arm around your waist, guiding you through the door to the club of the night. "i'll be right here, and all of your other friends. okay?"

your answer comes in the form of a hum and a quick nod as the loud music floods all of your senses the second you step into the club. your boyfriend gives you a squeeze, just about to speak up again, when he spots pepe waving at you both from a table a few meters ahead.

"you actually made it!" he exclaims when you join him, reaching over to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting his hand drop to his side again. "and you look great. i was scared you'd show up wearing your race suit or pyjamas just as a form of protest."

"trust me, i wanted to," you tell him with a shrug. "but someone stopped me. said it wasn’t appropriate."

"what, i was just supposed to let you make a fool of yourself?" ollie scoffs from next to you. "isn't that why i'm your boyfriend? making sure you don't embarrass yourself in public?"

"of course, what else?" you say back without missing a beat, giving him a pat on the top of his head. you then turn to greet dennis, zak and gabriel, who are also standing by the table. the discussion around the table easily falls into a race debrief, before morphing into a debate about the f1 race of the night. but it doesn't take long until the group is split up, with pepe and gabriel deciding to go for a round of dancing on the dance floor, and dennis and zak both running off toward the bathrooms.

you have to confirm to ollie about five times that you indeed will be alright standing alone for a few moments as he walks the twenty meters away to the bar to get you both a drink before he actually goes away. the way he's treating you feels somewhat strange; like you're some kind of fragile glass sculpture, like even the slightest hint of turbulence will make you break.

but then again, maybe you've earned it. your recent months definitely haven't been making you any stronger, that's for sure.

you don't really mind it at first; the slight tipsiness you already feel from the shots dennis had ordered for the table and the throbbing bass from the random house song playing on the dance floor doing a good job at drowning out your thoughts. except, that's only until something out on the dance floor catches your attention from the corner of your eye.

paul has been gone all evening, busy celebrating his win probably, and your heart flutters momentarily at the sight of him out there. but when you turn your head towards him to take him in fully, your heart drops instead.

he's with someone. and not just anyone – a girl.

a girl who's got her arms draped around his neck, while his hands hold her hips close to him.

the smiles on their lips can be spotted from miles away, and you can hear the sweet sound of paul's laughter ringing in your ears when you see her lean in to whisper something in his ear.

who is she? what's she doing with her arms around him? why is she-

your thoughts all go silent when paul places a hand underneath her jaw, leans down, and gently presses his lips to hers. it's like the entire world goes silent; like everything else is just a blur of blinking lights, but the spotlight is on the couple on the dance floor. your eyes can't help but follow their lips, their hands caressing each other's bodies...

goosebumps spread across your skin in an instant and an eerie feeling passes through your body. you finally manage to pull your gaze off paul and the girl – who is she, anyway? – and you turn away, making a beeline to the restroom. thankfully, a woman exits through the door just as you arrive, and you're quick to lock yourself in.

once you're inside and pressing your back up against the wall, it's like everything that's been building up in you is let loose. the walls are broken down, and every thought and emotion you have comes crashing down onto you. rivers of tears are flowing down your cheeks before you can react, and you slide down the wall, knees coming up to your chest as your hands come up to cover your face.

there's this strong, heartbreaking feeling spreading through your chest. is it jealousy? is it disappointment? regret?

what you do know is that this aching feeling in your heart is stronger than ever.

is this how paul feels when he sees me with ollie?

it can't be, you think – it just can't. paul can't be in this much pain...

does this mean that you still love him? does this mean you still aren't over him?

you know you should be over him already. you've tried so hard, put so much energy into your relationship with ollie. and yet, you still feel like this.

it's not fair. not to you, and especially not to ollie. he cares about you, respects you, supports you – hell, he's probably out there right now looking for you and wanting to make sure you're okay. he really likes you, and he thinks you like him too. but here you are, crying about another man.

when you're all out of tears, you use your last piece of strength to push yourself up from the floor, standing up and leaning over the sink. wearing non-waterproof is both a blessing and a curse; the trails down your cheeks are straight out of a nightmare, but they're also easy to wash off with a little water and some paper towels. the redness in your eyes isn't as easy to erase, unfortunately, but it'll have to do. you hope to be able to blame it on being tired, or having too much to drink.

you take a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom and making your way towards the crowd on the dance floor again. the music is just as loud as it was before, and the crowd is just as sweaty and chaotic as a packed summer festival. thankfully, you don't see paul anywhere, but you find ollie quite easily. he's standing by a high table with gabriel and dennis when you approach, eyes lighting up when he spots you.

"there you are!" he exclaims, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "i've been looking for you–" ollie cuts himself off, his eyebrows furrowing a little. his voice lowers a few notches. "what's wrong?"

he noticed. in hindsight, how could he not? he's always been extremely attentive. "it's nothing, i..." you start, looking down at your feet. "i'm just exhausted from the day."

but he isn't stupid. he knows, he understands. even if he doesn't know who or what caused it, it's easy for him to tell that you've been crying. he nods, arm dropping from your shoulders to hold you around your back. "okay," he says, hand giving your waist a soft squeeze. "let's leave."

you look up at him again. the last thing you want is for him to have to cut his night short just for you. "no, i can go alone-"

"i don't mind. we came together, so we're leaving together." and before you can interject again, he's already said his goodbyes to the boys and pulled you along through the crowd.

the cab ride back to the hotel is mostly silent. you play the "exhausted" card, while ollie plays the "naive boyfriend" card. but just because you're both quiet doesn't mean your heads aren't absolutely buzzing. your mind is racing with the memory of paul's lips on that girl, kissing her and holding her like he used to kiss and hold you. but your thoughts are also clouded by the guilt you feel for being this much of a mess, and making yourself so unavailable to ollie.

ollie, on the other hand, isn't exactly rolling his thumbs, either. it takes his everything not to push you into telling him what's wrong; he wishes you would tell him because you want to, not because he's pressuring you. he's so worried about you, but at the same time, he hates the fact that you won't confide in him.

what's he doing wrong? why don't you trust him?

ollie is fast asleep next to you in your hotel bed when you pull out your dark blue journal from the bedside table.

the journal is not a secret from him anymore per se, but you still waited until this moment. the guilt of writing about another man when ollie is the one in bed with you is too big to face with his brown eyes looking up at you, so you'd rather do it like this.

yet another round of the championship, yet another bad weekend. no points, bad results as always – and that's not even the worst part.

paul was with another girl. someone i've never seen before. but he was acting like they were attached by the hip. like they've known each other forever. like i wasn't even there.

he must've known i would see. and yet, he had no issues kissing her like his life depended on it.

is it only this painful to see paul because we haven't spoken in weeks?

or is it going to be like this forever?

and just like in melbourne, there's one more thought that springs to your mind that you just can't find in yourself to write down.

i wish it were me.

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user you did the best you could 💙

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user honestly what is she doing?

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user are she and ollie even a couple anymore?

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[writingstoraes]

Secret trip part two? With like the guests pictures, well wishes and some honeymoon posts from the newly weds 🤞😍

the days after 🏝

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au (heavier on the ig part hehe)

notes: thank you sm for requesting, lovely! i hope you like this 🤍 reqs are still open! (tho patience is required i have varying levels of productivity lol) posting next would be the part 3 of split! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged hehe

about: after revealing the private wedding you and charles had in italy, here's what came after!

this is the part 2 to secret trip! read it here.

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carlossainz55 Suited up and attended something 🥂

pierregasly What's with the mystery everyone knows Charles and Y/N got married

carlossainz55 Mind your own Insta, thank you very much?

scuderiaferrari Looking sharp, Smooth Operator! ❤️

danielricciardo Okay we see you Mr. Secrecy 😁

carlossainz55 I'm not hiding anything????

landonorris People literally know you attended a wedding

carlossainz55 IT WAS JUST A CAPTION? Can't I post a picture of myself in peace? 55sainzz LMAOOO THEY WONT LET HIM BREATHE 😭

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pierregasly Somewhere in Italy, two of my greatest friends tied the knot. Congratulations to the two best people I know ❤️ Grateful to be a part of this magical day and I only wish you two the happiest of days. Seems like it was just yesterday when Charles was boasting how you finally texted him back 🤣

estebanocon I am not the best person you know?

landonorris Hurts, right?

charles_leclerc The last part was uncalled for... but yeah I was proud :D

charlesmcqueen hes been whipped for her ever since god i have seen what you have done for others

danielricciardo See carlossainz55 this is how you do a greeting

carlossainz55 I am going to post one can you all wait damn

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo Almost a year ago, Charles and Y/N asked me to take some pictures of them to commemorate their engagement. Believe it or not, these pictures are outtakes and unplanned. I happened to catch such beautiful moments between the two of them and now I just witnessed them celebrate their love for each other.

Congratulations, yourusername and charles_leclerc!

landonorris Another smashing greeting related to the wedding, carlossainz55 can't relate 🙏

carlossainz55 I am about to block all of you

yourusername melting at your caption aside, why am i only seeing this now, daniel?

danielricciardo Saved it for a second wedding gift 😁

gaslyscar Jesus i am never going to experience this am I 😪

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lewishamilton Was not able to snap some pictures from the wedding but luckily, I have this in my gallery from all the times I have spent third-wheeling with them. I think the smiles on their faces say it all. Congratulations, newlyweds! 🤵👰

charles_leclerc Million thanks for telling me what her name was, mate 😆

lewishamilton You're also welcome for the texts I helped you construct cause you were too afraid to send one britcedesbro sir lewis hamilton professional matchmaker???

carlossainz55 At this point who hasn't third-wheeled with them?

yourusername hey you guys make it seem like it's a bad thing charles_leclerc And we pay the bill to compensate???

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Such an unbelievable experience to witness Charles and Y/N's journey as a couple. A witness since their first date, the first time Charles introduced her to Ferrari team members, the day Charles told me he was out picking a ring, up to being the first to receive the good news that Y/N said yes. I only wish you guys eternal moments of love, happiness, and peace ❤️

And before the entire grid comes at me for this, yes I am capable of doing a proper greeting. Thanks.

yourusername hmm, seems like you're doing this to prove something, carlito

charles_leclerc Totally, out of spite carlossainz55 I cannot catch a break from all of you 😐

landonorris Their faces aren't visible

pierregasly Where are our pictures??? carlossainz55 That's it, hard blocking all of you

yourusername

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yourusername maldives with the man i recently got my last name from 🏖️

pierregasly Enjoy, newlyweds ❤️

landonorris Bring me home some shell necklaces

charles_leclerc When did you take that shot of me

yourusername when you were busy saying the stone formation kinda looks like the rock 🥱

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Honeymoon stop 2: Iceland 🏞️ Beautiful place with my beautiful wife.

scuderiaferrari Have fun, Y/N and Charles! ❤️

arthurleclerc Me? An uncle?

yourusername no one said that, arthur 😆

forzacharles i too would wanna travel the world during my honeymoon with my significant other, all i need is a significant other

yourusername

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yourusername various shots from our many stops. adventures with you surely does not stop here. excited to spend forever with you, charles_leclerc 🤍

landonorris I am expecting my shell necklace any moment now

carlossainz55 Can't even wait for them to unpack?

charles_leclerc Pour toujours et à jamais, mon amour 💋 Forever and always, my love.

lovingleclerc MY FAVEEE COUPLE <3

sainzzlecs my parents exactly

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: its actually been so long since i did an imagine that's purely ig lmao i find it hard now to not include twitter panels but anyway! i hope you like this anon <3 lmk what u guys think hehe btw reqs for charles imagines are open hehe (pls lend some patience if u send one tho) thank you for reading 🤍

posting next would be the part 3 of split! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged hehe

[randomingoftherandomness]

hear me out: mjty college au where Yuanzhi and SGQ as queer besties. they bicker all the time but at the same time theres this underlying understanding between the both of them. Everyone thinks they're dating but just refuse to admit it, when GYZ actually has a crush larger than the moon on GSJ, and SGQ is pining for YWS

Have a good day!!

A/N: ROSIE I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ;A;

I hope you like the take I did with it hehe

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"Take a picture, it lasts longer."

Yuanzhi shifts in his seat and purses his lips. Refusing to deign Shangguan Qian with an answer, he smiles shortly, pushing up his Versace sunglasses and leans back in his seat with his Starbucks drink.

"That's a bit rich coming from you," Yuanzhi snorts elegantly, taking a sip.

Shangguan Qian's hand pauses as she is transcribing her lecture notes, but she recovers and continues writing. "Didi--"

"Don't call me that--"

"Didi," She says, voice sickly sweet. "Did you hear what they're saying about us again?"

Yuanzhi sighs. "Which one is it this time?"

"The one where you are head over heels with me and you are absolutely bereft that I'm graduating in a semester, and that you won't be able to walk me back to my flat after my evening classes."

Yuanzhi physically shudders at the thought. "I would rather die than feel any sort of emotion other than relief that I won't have to share a walk home with you soon."

"The feeling is absolutely mutual," Shangguan Qian purrs, tapping her pen on her notebook. "Every time I have to see your face is the lowest point of my day."

"Likewise." Yuanzhi toasts her with his Starbucks cup and takes a deep sip as he spies the three figures coming out of the library building.

Immediately, it's as if the mid-morning autumn air shifts. He doesn't even have to look to know that everyone has begun to stop and stare. He doesn't blame them, too, the sight of Gong Ziyu walking with his girlfriend Yun Weishan and his cousin Gong Shangjue would make everyone stop for a moment. The three of them look like they've just stepped out of a magazine in their tailored clothes and perfect hair.

Yuanzhi turns away, looking back down on the tabletop, hissing when Shangguan Qian kicks at his ankle.

"He's coming this way!" She whispers.

Panic seizes Yuanzhi and he barely survives choking on his spit when he hears a quiet and low drawl saying, "Hello Yuanzhi, hi Shangguan Qian."

"H-hi Shangjue ge," Yuanzhi wheezes, taking a sip of his pumpkin-spiced latte and immediately wincing when the hot liquid scalds his tongue. A perfumed handkerchief is immediately at his jaw, dabbing at his face.

Shangjue is smiling at him as he wipes away the mess on his face, lingering on his lips. Quite possibly unaware of the minor death Yuanzhi is feeling on the inside.

"Are you doing anything later, Didi?" Shangjue asks. Yuanzhi shivers when the man thumbs at the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing I cannot heartlessly abandon," Yuanzhi answers immediately.

"Good," Shangjue says. "I was wondering if you would like to come with me to a new museum exhibit downtown? They have a section about poisons used in Renaissance Italy, and I remember how you told me you've always been interested in toxicology and I thought you might like--"

"Yes!" Yuanzhi gushes. Scrambling to push his sunglasses up to the crown of his head, he nods vigorously. "I mean, yeah, I'd love to."

Shangjue beams, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "Great. I'll meet you by the fountain at 2pm? Maybe we catch dinner in the city after? My treat."

If there is a god, strike him dead now, Yuanzhi thinks. He can die happy.

"Yeah," Is all he can manage when Shangjue smiles at him like that. His hand lingers where they're cupping his neck, but only for a moment, because Shangjue steps back too soon, then gives him a gentle "Bye" before walking away.

"It's like I'm not even here." Shangguan Qian snorts.

Yuanzhi slumps back into his seat. "What the hell just happened?"

"I think you just got asked out by the most popular student in our university, that's what happened."

He perks up at that. "Oh, shit!" He giggles.

Shangguan Qian rolls her eyes at him but doesn't say anything else. Doesn't have to when her eyes flit to where Shangjue is jogging back to. Ziyu and Weishan are both waiting in the shade of the library building.

Yuanzhi sees how her eyes turn soft and longing at the way Weishan and Ziyu link their hands, looking at each other with clear adoration. Whatever sharp barbs he had poised on his tongue, he packed it away. There's a time and space for everything. This wasn't it for that.

"Come on," He declares. "I can't let Shangjue think I'm not boyfriend material if I show up to our date in rags."

Shangguan Qian lifts an eyebrow. "You're literally dressed in Versace."

"And," Yuanzhi bulldozes on. "You know what they say about dressing for the job you want? Well, I want full-time employment as Gong Shangjue's boyfriend."

"I think that job's all yours by now." Shangguan Qian mutters under her breath, moving to pack her stuff.

Yuanzhi is feeling benevolent. He'll ignore her sass as long as she helps him pick out his outfit for his date today.

[hourcat]

Hiii! motogp ferrari pierre anon here!! I would love to write this fic but I am no writer hehe, but just for you (and katie), I wanted to give a better backstory

(By the way, I am not a motogp fan either, i don't even know anything about it, i just happen to love marc and fabio)

This year Ducati won and Italian media called them the real red team out of spite and maybe this angered Ferrari. They had enough engineers in different divisions that they had to lay off of the F1 teams due to the budget cap budget cuts so they collect them and employ some new people and announce a motogp team. (Don't ask me about timelines or how they can assemble it please). Italy is in chaos, they can't believe it but they're happy for it anyways.

Pierre is a disillusioned yamaha driver but he lost this year's championship along with Fabio because the bike he was given was shit. He knew that the time and patience he had with yamaha was up even if he had a special connection to them by racing in their feeder series. When Ferrari announce a new team, he jumps on the chance because he just needs a fresh start, one away from his ex team. Ferrari end up hiring him alongside some other xyz teammate.

Charles is still desperate to believe in the fairytale of Ferrari, he loves them will all his heart. He still carries his overly positive attitude about them with him. No one can dampen his happiness.

He is in maranello for some meetings regarding the development of the new car when he runs into pierre who is lost in finding conference room 1016. They know each other ofcourse but only in passing, mostly as honorary frenchies (sorry, monegasque*)

They goof around, talking for 5-6 minutes and just joking around better before pierre goes "oh shit I'm gonna be late, do you know the.....[]". Pierre invites him to dinner under the pretense of "so he can get to know maranello better if he's gonna be living here for a while"

Some fan posts a picture of them getting pasta from a small family restaurant, they're both mid laugh, pierre is reaching up to mess charles' hair after calling it too perfect like dominoes falling in place and it goes viral. Like it escapes the contamination zone, there are locals saying "I wish my relationship was like this"

Charles never hears the end of it from Alex, George, Lewis, other drivers

Pierre gets memes from Fabio and even Marc teases him

Ferrari love this. Charles & Carlos and Pierre & xyz make a good match but it's nothing like the fireworks pierles has.

In order to cross promote motogp and F1 to respective audiences, they keep pairing up piarles to do things together. It starts small but it's always fun. Everyone eats it up. Other driver pairings WISH they had half the chemistry piarles do

And ofcourse they fall in love in between. There's especially a gingerbread house competition in april because charles is not like other girls and christmas shouldn't be limited to only december! pierre teases him, calls him his favourite architect and stuff and charles is flustered. it ends in a food fight. later when they're back in maranello, pierre brings over hot chocolate with marshmallows in it because things like these shouldn't be limited to december's frost.

it goes on like this, they develop feelings but don't realise it, they get to each other better, a bit too better. lorenzo raises an eyebrow when charles mentions pierre got him a lucky necklace because his luck is shit and it has a horse lucky charm attached. arthur rolls his eyes and tells them to get married already.

But then something changes. Maybe charles has a bad accident in a race while pierre watches live from his apartment. He gets on the next flight even though he knows charles will be coming back soon anyways. He can't stop shaking the whole plane ride, just keeps touching his cross like it's his rosemary and like he can force god to look after charles. He doesn't even realise how big of a gesture this is until he gets to the hospital and half of the ferrari garage (whose stares he ignores) and arthur stare at him. he can see arthur wants to say something but keeps it to himself and instead says that he wanted to get enzo to take a coffee break anyways, he can meet charles on his own

when he goes in and sees charles smile his special smile, reserved only for him, then he can feel a weight lift off of his chest. only then he realises, fuck charles is special to him. (the idiot doesn't realise its love until later, same for charles who thinks it was nice of pierre to do for his bff)

Charles just says that to make sure he doesn't crash (or that someone doesn't crash him out) because bike accidents would hurt more, ouch pierre don't hit me I'm injured *puppy dog eyes*. "don't get injured then you fucking idiot.......ok fine come here"

they make time to see each other more, they're each other's safe spaces in a competitive season, they get each other without having to fight each other. they love it. even if it kills them to watch each other do dangerous moves in their particular races through a tv screen no less.

they both win because ofcourse they do. It's a ferrari 1-1, everyone is happy, everyone is screaming. ferrari throws the biggest party ever, it is bigger than anything rb and merc could have ever managed to put together jointly "because they're Italians and italians are fucking crazy pierre" "you would know since you're basically one" "well yeah :3" "oh so you only have a problem being called french now? I see how it is"

they both escape to the terrace after 3am. they nearly kiss under the full moon but a drunk seagull interrupts them. they laugh it off.

they go to their apartments at 5am. Charles hears his door knocks at 5:05 and it's pierre and before he can say anything , pierre kisses him. he kisses back. charles says he imagined it to be more romantic when they're both lying on his couch, still in the party clothes. pierre laughs at says "I'll make sure to have roses laid out in the hallway next time princess" before pulling him in for a kiss.

they know it's true love.

i am about 2 seconds away from genuinely gnawing my arm off. oh my GOD. ANON. YOU ARE LITERALLY SUCH A BIG BRAINED GENIUS? THIS IS SO GOOD????????? like i have nothing to add. nothing. this is perfection. i'm so so so so . [sobs into hands] they know it's true love. because of course it is. because it's them and they're soulmates

[foxymoxynoona]

Omg are drabble request still open? Can I request "would you still love me if I was a worm" but for Flux couple? cause I feel like with them it might not be Sasha asking that lol thanks to that annon for the idea hehe

This drabble hit just right as soon as you sent it in so I had to write it immediately, thank you!

Story: Flux Characters: Jungkook & Sasha Length: 1286 CW: uh... reference to worm-fucking and necrophilia 😂... otherwise it's fluff

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“Sasha. Sasha, jagiya,” Jungkook called to her from far away outside of the story she’d lost herself in. They sat next to each other in bed, her nose deep into a book about murders and romance and mystery in historic Italy, his eyes glued to his phone as he got a bedtime dose of internet memes. She found the difference funny but overall not distracting because her focus was strong enough to endure the noises issuing from his phone amid his giggles or muttering. Usually.

“Wae wae?” she chanted back as he continued to pat her arm at an annoying pace.

“Sashaya, do you love me forever as a worm?”

“Huh?”

The last word he’s said wasn’t clicking for her. He said it again as Sasha tried to puzzle out wum wum wum… 

“You know,” he insisted, seeming a little frustrated. He held out his index finger and wiggled it across the palm of his other hand. 

“Worm!”

“Worrrrrm,” he repeated, voice lowering as he emphasized the ‘r’ for some reason, chin dropped. He grinned, “Yes. Do you love me even if I am a worm?”

“Um…”

He sat lower on the bed than she did, more sprawled out; he looked up at her from his place by her stomach, eyes wide and sparkling with amusement. 

“Do I still love you if you’re a worm?”

“Yes?”

“Well…  I mean—do you mean like you have your mind but you’re just in the body of a worm? Is it permanent?”

“Huh?”

“Are you a worm forever or will you change back?”

“Uh…” He glanced at his phone. “Forever.” His eyes narrowed into playful seriousness. A challenge dramatically issued. 

“Oh. And we don’t really have a way to communicate. I can talk to you but you can’t really talk back to me.”

He pouted as he debated, then corrected, “No no I use the computer.”

“You type on a keyboard to communicate? Ok, well that’s something I guess…” She snickered at the way he demonstrated a worm sliding across his hand, poking letter keys. “Very slow though.”

“We are slow now.”

“True, but even slower… but I guess you’d have to listen to everything I say, that’s kind of nice.”

“Eh… no ears,” he considered, looking thoughtful about it. Mouth pressing into a tight line as he tried not to laugh.

“Did you get turned into a worm or have you always been a worm?”

His mouth twisted in thought before he decided, “I change.” 

“OK well then that’s easy, I’d find a way to change you back.”

“No no, it’s forever now. Permanent.” The way he said it endeared her, as always. She felt bad for girls with boyfriends who didn’t speak multiple languages and didn’t get to hear the charming way their accent carried over. She wondered if she could possibly sound as cute to him when she spoke Korean. She was obsessed with the intonation of his voice, and the way his lips moved when he spoke, and his expressions –none of which he would have as a worm.

“I’d find a way,” she insisted. “Have faith in me.”

“No faith. Just worm. Forever.”

She gave a little grunt of annoyance at his insistence in this scenario and decided, “Well then fine, I would make you a nice little house in a garden somewhere and be really sad about you dying.”

“No. I am not dead. I am a worm.”

“Yeah, exactly, so…”

“Sasha,” he said, eyes widening as he sat up. “You don’t love me anymore?!”

“You’re a worm!”

“Yes! It’s me!”

“What am I going to do with a worm?!”

“I love you, Sasha worm!”

“Liar. You can’t fuck a worm!”

“Eh, Jeonguggie-worm can fuck—”

“Do NOT say what you’re going to say!” she cackled and shoved him and then hit his shoulder a few times for good measure as he full-body giggled, so pleased with himself. “It’s not practical. A relationship can’t be equal if one of you is a worm!”

“Yes, in our heart.”

“No! I’d make sure you’re happy in your life as a worm and then bye bye, I’m meeting someone new.”

“Sasha! It’s not romantic!” he complained and grabbed her arms. “I love you forever!”

“Liar.”

“I make um, <the necklace with a bag> and I carry you there everywhere. I show you the world.”

“Uh huh, and you’d kiss me?”

“Yes, little worm head.” He kissed his index finger.

“No, with tongue. Let me in there. You have to kiss me with tongue,” she insisted, trying to wrestle her finger between his lips so she could wiggle against his tongue. He tried to keep his mouth closed but he was struggling with his laughter and she managed to get her finger past his lips. He took the chance to just grab her full-body and roll on top of her as he bit her finger.

Pinning her down, he scolded, <”You are supposed to say yes, you will love me no matter what.”>

<”I love you no matter what. But I do not date with you if he is a worm. Sorry.”>

His cry of defeat had her in stitches as he stuck his hands under her shirt to tickle her sides, and then dragged her sideways so he could slap her ass several times.

“Mean Sasha!”

“Smart Sasha! Don’t ask a dumb question—”

“Yeah, dumb answer!”

“We couldn’t even do this! I’d crush you!”

“Yeah, I like it,” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. ”You crush me now? Sexy.”

“You’d be dead.”

<”Ah, it’s a nice way to go, crushed under your ass…”> She laughed and playfully planted said ass on his stomach to make him grunt, then grabbed her book to find her page again and resume reading.

He gave her exactly two minutes to get wrapped up again as he occasionally muttered and chuckled and clearly kept thinking about it before he started again,

“Sasha.”

“Hm?”

“You can love me even if my skin is green? I am alien?”

“Oh my goooooood let me read my booook.”

“Yes?”

“Fine! I hope you at least have some tentacles too.”

He sat straight up, knocking her down into his lap, as he demanded, “You like that?! Tentacles!?”

“Shhh, I’m reading my book.”

“Sasha. You like that?”

“How do you even know that word in English—”

“I know that word!”

“That isn’t the brag you think it is…” she giggled.

“You like it? Sasha?”

She covered his mouth and opened her book but it was a lost cause.

“Fine, my turn! Would you love me even if I… um…”

<”You can’t think of anything to say because you know I’d love you anyway.”>

<”No!”>

He sighed dramatically, <”It’s hard being such a romantic boyfriend with a girlfriend who is so….”>

<”So what, Jeon Jungkook?”>

He didn’t have an answer but she tried to smother him with a pillow anyway.

“You love me if I am zombie?” he asked her as he tried to wrestle the pillow off.

“Gross!”

<“Romance is dead!”>

“You are dead if you’re a zombie! Necrophilia!”

“What is it?”

“No, I’m not teaching you that word—ask me nice questions, ask me something sweet. Like… will you love me when I’m old and wrinkly?”

“Potato Sasha? Yes.”

“See? I will love Dumpling Koo. So everything is good. Romance lives. The end.”

She grabbed her book and playfully glared, breathing short after the wrestle. Jungkook pretended to let the conversation end. 

But while she might be able to tune out his phone, she couldn’t tune out the sense that he was thinking of ways to troll her, and she did not even manage to understand a page before he started it up again,

“Sasha, you love me if….”

[cinemaspoppycornuwu]

𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 🔫❤🦋

It's been some months since Nicki has started her career as a Passione doctor/nurse after the incident of her aunt. To resume everything: aunt Diana was sick, met Giorno, learned more about stands, met the gang, entered Passione and now there she is learning more about medicine. It wasn't easy dealing with missions and public university studies at the same time, that's why she haven't entered in one yet. But still, Giorno gave her free acess to the library for whenever she wanted to go and would study there.

A knock was heard.

"Hm? Come in" she spoke in a gentle tone. Mista appeared in all of his glory. Olive tan skin, deep black eyes, (kinda messy) curly dark hair, in one of his fancy suits. Somewhat he made her heart beat faster than usual, always feeling more comfy with him than the other guys "Oh, Mista! What brings you here? Do you need anything? Any medication..."

"Thanks, Nicks, but I just came to tell you that we all are about to go home early this friday."

"I won't take too long, I promise. Are the others waiting for you?"

"They can go by themselves. I won't let a lady stay alone here."

"What a gentleman" she giggled "And... Pills in their places, first aid kits in their places... I believe I am not missing a thing. Okay, I'll leave with you" she hurried up to get her handbag and locked the door.

"Good. Liking living in Italy?"

"I do miss Brasil sometimes... But here it is too lovely... Sometimes I wish I could have went to public university there... But I need to be 18 to enter there at least..."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I'll do 18 in four months."

"Oh..." Mista's shoulders tensed for a moment "...in which day?"

"June 21"

"Oh thank God it isn't june 4."

"I've never understood your relationship with that number. I know you don't like it but..."

"You ain't going to take me seriously. Only Bruno knows what happened in deep details. Plus, you'll need to get at home."

"I don't have any plans for this friday. Neither on this weekend in general. Valentine's day was yesterday and I do wanna avoid the couples in the place where I live at this moment. "

The dark eyed boy let out a laugh and said "Maybe we can get some strawberry cake."

"We'll get the cake and we can go to my house. It's kinda close so that's why I come here by walking."

(Image)

"Hm... Delicious..."

"And in the right amount. Not four. Just three. The third one we can cut in half for each."

"You promised to tell me about the number four now~" teased the honey blonde.

"Okay, okay... It all started when I was 16...? 17...? It is kinda recent. I was going on my night walks as usual. And then I saw a half naked woman getting beaten up by a guy" he stopped for a moment before continuing "My head didn't reacted right and when I realized, there was a gun in my hand. The other men, probably crooks of that one guy, tried to shoot me but for some reason none of the bullets had hit me."

"Surprisingly" she smirked.

"Watcha mean by that, shortie?" he asked messing gently her hair.

"Hehe... Sorry, I interrupted you."

"It's alright" he smiled at her but went back serious when he remembered "It was four. Four shoots. And then I was in jail" the bright in his eyes had faded for a moment "But hey that happened in 1999. It's 2002."

"I... I had no idea, Mista..."

"How could you know?"

"Why you hadn't told the others about this?"

"They wouldn't take me seriously as said. And sometimes, I'd share some things only to Bruno and Giorno."

She gazed at the rooftop of her apartment and took her plate to wash "Don't you want the last slice?"

"You can eat it or save it for later. I am about to brush my teeth and put on something comfy to sleep. You can sleep here if you wish. It is kinda late."

"Wait. You don't mind?!"

"Why would I?"

He looked to the side "May I help at anything?"

"Mista, the house is fine. Well... Maybe I got something for you to wear... I do have a large shirt from my uncle... Maybe some pants too..."

"I'll only need a blanket."

"I'll fetch both just in case" she replied with a smile and dashed to her room to get everything he needed. Nicki's room was very tidy and always smelled great. There was a couple's bed, a wardrobe for her clothes, a desk for her studies with three notebooks on it, and there was a bathroom too. It was a huge thing for her bathe in a bathtub since it wasn't common to have one in Brazil "There you go. Got you as well a toothbrush, hair brush and deodorant."

"Are ya calling me smelly, miss Vasconcelos?" He asked playfully rising his eyebrow.

"Not me, but maybe Narancia right now at this moment."

"That rascal. Pfft!"

"Well, if you need anything, just come to my room."

"Won't it be a bother?"

"Not at all. You are a loving company, Guido. Why would I be bothered?" her cheeks flushed in the same instant the words came out of her mouth, realizing what was said. But Mista's face was also in the same state as hers "N-Night, Guido, just don't forget to close the windows and turn on the air!"

[. . .]

After long minutes, Nicole still hadn't fallen asleep. She got out of her room to check on Guido and go to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear her mind. And there was was, layed there on the sofa dreaming with a smile on his face. The dark curls on his hair slightly messy made him look even more adorable. The honey blonde young lady adjusted his blanket over him and went out. The streets were peaceful, nothing too much happening. Just the same things as usual: the same couple on a date, a cop walking with their dog, more people on the streets and everything okay. After like five minutes or something, she decided to enter and go back to sleep.

"Can't sleep?"

"Did I woke you up?"

"Nah. It is okay. Is something bothering you, Nicki?"

"I've just been... Overthinking..."

"Wanna sit here and talk? I can get you something to snack or just some water."

"Thanks, Mista, but all good. I just remembered some things from my school time..."

"Akward memories?"

"Yeah... Hehe, I was kinda silly looking back then."

"But still amazing, I suppose."

"Nah. Sure, the fifth best in class but still, very akward" she rolled her eyes with a shy smile "It was when I confessed my feelings for a boy and a girl and everything went wrong‐"

"Wait. Girl?"

"...I am bissexual..." she looked down "Sorry if... It bothers you but none of the others know about it yet."

"Oh no, sorry! I can't think STRAIGHT when you're close" both giggled at his non-intentional pun. But then she realized.

"Wait, what? How so?" At this very moment he knew he might have accidentally confessed to her. He could sense his face turning all red and embarassed from his words. Sure, both had a serious crush on eachother since they had met and everyone else could see, even a blind person, but never actually told what their hearts wanted to. Well, until that moment. Her eyes shone when hearing those words.

"Uh... Nevermind..."

"You said, now speak!"

"Nicki, no!"

"Please please please please please!" She came closer to him, with puppy eyes.

"Urgh... F-Fine. I like you, silly."

"For real?"

"Yeah... Since the day you came in... I was just afraid of telling it to you for... Stupid reasons... I understand if you don't feel the same–" before he could finish the sentence, she kissed his cheek multiple times, getting him off guard "Huh?!"

"And I thought I was the only one!"

"Well, come here then, shortie!" He gently kissed her on the lips. A happy, vivid, sweet first kiss. Her stomach was filled with butterflies fluttering their wings really really fast. After a few moments, the olive-tan skinned man said "Guess Narancia will lose some of his money~"

"Wait what?"

"He thought I couldn't confess to you in one year."

"Oh, the two of you!"

"What?"

"HONESTLY, EVEN HE DOUBTED!" shouted Pistol number 3

"Number 3, the neighbours are sleeping!"

"Shut up, 5!" Said 3 hitting hard 5.

"All of you quiet or no salami for breakfast!" Said Mista and Nicki at the same time.

After long 10 minutes comforting 5, the Pistols finally got tired and slept.

"Why sleeping in a couple bed?"

"I am used to those because of my back."

"I see... Wow, it's actually comfy!"

"Glad you liked it!"

Both adjusted themselves, spooning in a comfy position where they could sleep face to face. Guido gently held her back while Nicki played gently with his beautiful (and somewhat well taken care) locks. It was such a comfy and loving sensation. It was almost like if their heartbeats were in pure sync. Mista was afraid of putting her into danger just like he was indirectly responsible for the deaths of Leone, Bruno and Naracia. Even though everything was solved up thanks to Giorno, it was a huge stress and burden he had to carry with him. But as the quote says by an unknown person: who goes into the rain is to get wet. The 19 year old young man whispers for her "Nicki~?"

"Yes, love?"

"I'll do whatever I can to protect you... It's a promise."

"But who is going to protect me from you?" Asked giggling.

"Naughty~"

"Jokes aside, this is the very first time a guy tells me that stuff..."

"What happened to that boy? The one you said you confessed to."

"He actually used me at his favour. I did all of his homework for one month."

"You what?!"

"And the girl... Well, she slapped my face."

"Please, tell me they're dead."

"I guess not."

After 15 minutes of talking, the recent made couple surrended to sleep. Next morning, it was all cuddles and sweet love words between them. Now they can be the terror of single people as well like: Giorno + Bria; Leone + Syl; Fugo + Angelica; Bruno + Aria. Yeah, now Passione has lots of couples now.

[BONUS SCENE!]

[08:00 A.M Monday]

Giorno: Buon giorno, gang...

Mista: Buon giorno, don! *came holding Nicki's hand and kissed her cheek*

Bria: Wait... Are the two of you, actually–

Nicki, revealing her matching bracelet with Mista: Ye

Narancia:

Narancia: I lost.

Mista: Now you gotta pay dinner for me and my amazing girlfriend here.

Leone: Impressive how this douchebag got a girlfriend.

Aria: It is kinda adorable see him happy like that.

Angelica: As long as they don't fuck at work or be clingy next to me, it is fine. I don't want that himbo and that whimp that close to me.

Fugo: Well, I hope that he becomes smarter at least.

Bruno: Well, congrats both of you. I am quite happy that Mista won't be flirting with any other girl anymore during some mission—

Bria: TELL ME ALL THE DETAILS, NICKI!

Nicki: But I need to open my nurse off— AA! *is pulled by Bria*

Bria: I'LL BE GOING TO THE MEETING LATER, GIOGIO!

Bruno: ...that's my piccolina.

Aria: OUR piccolina.

Bruno: You're right, my princess *kisses her hand gently*

Syl (she belongs to @syntheticseraton1n ): Sup, what have I missed here?

Abba, thinking: omg, Syl ♡

Giorno: Mista and Nicole are dating, Bria took Nicki to gossip with her and get iced capuccinos and meeting after my girlfriend comes back.

[watchmegetobsessed]

INTIMATE AND PUBLIC

A/N: i had this little concept in my mind all day yesterday and wrote it on the train quickly hehe. it could easily be a part 2 to the feeling is mutual, but it can be a standalone fic as well!

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

SUMMARY: Being on your honeymoon in Italy, you make some realizations about your marriage.

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It’s past eleven in the evening, but all the floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom of your rental villa are wide open, the soft, white curtains are dancing in the gentle evening breeze and you can hear the waves crashing against the coast at the private beach you’ve been enjoying this past few days. Your honeymoon started off right after your intimate, but definitely fairytale-like wedding in England. Everyone thought you’d get married in Italy, and you discussed it too, but you wanted to be close to your roots, your life, your home is in England with Harry, though you tend to travel a lot, that’s where you go home to.

However, there was no question you’d come to Italy on your month-long honeymoon. An entire month, that’s right. Harry cleared out his whole schedule for the two weeks before the wedding and the month afterwards, so the two of you can go on your first adventure as a married couple. One week in Italy, one week in France, then a week on the Caribbean Sea on a massive yacht and you’ll finish it all off in Thailand. No work, no tour, no concerts, no nothing, just the two of you, enjoying the first month of your marriage.

You stretch lazily, the soft sheets all wrinkled around you from barely leaving the bed all day. Your hunger was the only thing that could get you out of the bedroom, so you went out to a nearby restaurant just to come back to the villa and do absolutely nothing.

The water stops running in the bathroom and you know Harry will appear any moment in just his boxers, damp curls bouncing around on top of his head, his delicious, slightly sunburnt skin glimmering from the steam in the shower. You can’t push a sigh down even just thinking about the sight you’ve been enjoying these past few days.

Looking down at your own hand you spot the dazzling diamond ring he engaged you with, which is now paired with your wedding band, a simple, not too flashy ring he gave you on your wedding after your vows that left no eyes dry at the ceremony.

Harry Styles is now your husband. Millions of women wish to be in your place, but you’re the only one who can say that you’re Harry’s and he is yours. Even though you were engaged for an entire year and the world knew that you were planning to get married, it’s still such a strange feeling that you’re officially bound together, and everyone will know about it soon.

The bathroom door opens and Harry walks out, looking just the way you were expecting him to, and he catches you staring at your rings as he climbs to the bed.

“Having second guesses?” he teases as he takes your hand and kisses the rings gently. Smiling to yourself you spot his own wedding band, the sight of it making your heart pitter-patter.

“Never,” you smirk at him before leaning closer to steal a kiss. The two of you settle in bed, lying on your side, facing each other as Harry plays with your fingers, lacing them together with his, so your rings are next to each other, and he seems just as mesmerized by the sight of them as you are.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” you ask, eyes focused on the rings.

“That we got married?” he asks chuckling, though he knows too it’s not what you meant.

“That everyone will know we got married.”

“Why would it be weird?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug with a smile. “They will know that we chose each other. That we love each other.”

You can’t really grasp what’s this feeling that’s been lingering in your gut since the wedding, but Harry knows exactly what you mean even without the right words.

“It’s intimate and public at the same time, innit?” he hums, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss your knuckles again.

“Exactly,” you nod into the pillow. “It’s such a deep and intimate decision to get married with someone, yet it’s out there for everyone to know from just looking at our fingers.”

“I like it that everyone will know you chose me,” he says and though his smile has a hint of cheekiness, you see the emotions behind the words, how seriously he meant it.

“People will definitely know now,” you grin at him and freeing your hand from his hold you move it to cup his face, he melts into your touch.

“You know what else they will know?” he asks, turning his head to kiss the palm of your head. You shake your head no. “That we are having sex!” He gasps dramatically as you start laughing.

“Oh no, you’re right!” you gape at him, playing along. “They will know you probably fuck me to oblivion every other night!”

Harry’s laughter ripples through the room as he winds your waist and pulls you closer against him.

“Just every other?”

“The rest, you’re soft. That’s not fucking,” you say, keeping a straight face as Harry nods in agreement.

“You’re right.” He holds up his hand and takes a look at his ring. “This is screaming that we are having mind-blowing sex all the time. How scandalous from us!” He shakes his head as you just laugh at his act. “I think people will know that you blew me on the beach the other day and that I made you cum with—”

“Enough!” you laugh, covering his mouth with your hands. “Don’t list every nasty things we did!”

“Oh Love, I couldn’t list everything, I wouldn’t finish before the end of our honeymoon,” he smirks at you, so pleased with himself as his hand wanders lower on your body until he can give your ass a squeeze, pulling you flush against him and you hook a leg over his hips.

“Maybe we shouldn’t wear our rings, so people won’t think of our sex life,” you say, knowing well this will get him rioting even though you were just joking.

As expected, he furrows his eyebrows at you, looking at you as if you just lost your mind.

“Already trying to get out of our marriage? We’ve been official for less than a week!”

“I was just joking, babe. I will never take my ring off,” you grin, cupping his face in your hands to pull him closer for a kiss.

“You better not, woman. I want everyone to know that I’m the only man you’re having sex with!”

“So you only married me for the sex? Nothing else?” you tease him smirking.

“Of course not,” he smiles softly.

“Then what else for? Let me hear the list!”

“My love, that list is even longer than the one about the dirty things!” His smirk widens before he presses his lips against mine, his hands already peeling off my shorts.

“Yeah? Sounds like you married a catch,” you hum against his lips, letting him slowly move on top of you, the weight of his hips welcomed between your legs.

“An absolute goddess,” he clarifies, his mouth already dipping to nib on your jawline and neck. “And goddesses need to be worshipped.”

You can only hum and moan as he peels you out of your night clothes you put on every night, but it’s useless, because they always end up on the floor anyway. Any Harry shows you just how much he worships you, as a goddess, the love of his life, his wife.

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Good Time (D.R.)

a/n: hello my lovelies! This will be part of a small series. I got inspired by a TikTok, so yeah hehe, one of F1 Drivers as Love tropes. This is the 'Everyone can see' one. Send me an ask with the driver and the type of love trope you want!💖💖

"Fucking finally" Daniel exclaimed leaving his suitcases on his bedroom, laying on the bed.

She chuckled hearing him walking through the corridors of their shared apartment, getting up from her bed and walking to his bedroom, leaning on the door frame.

"Hard week?" she smiles looking how he stretched his arms above his head.

"The worst. I needed this summer break" he sighed rubbing his eyes. "I finished the race with P15, and I feel that this incoming weeks will have many drama. They just announced Alonso is going to Aston Martin, I already can hear people asking where I'm going to be after what Piastri did".

She looked him, how he sat on his bed while looking at the wall in front of him. He had a bad first half of the season, the car is not going well for him and even if Lando is helping him all weeks and training together, he just can't do what the boss ask.

"Maybe the best is disconnect from social media" she sighed folding her arms in front of her chest. "Go to a trip, maybe Michael and some of your friends will be glad to join you. I'm sure Kristen and Dax will go if you ask them too".

He looked at her and a small smile started to show up on his lips, the mechanism of his brains started working making a plan for them.

"Get ready" he said smirking. "We're going to a party".

"Wait, what?" she exclaimed frowning. "Dude, you know I don't do that!"

"Come on! I want to spend time with my best friend and roommate. When was the last time you had a good time?" he said looking at her with a bigger smile. "When was the last time you brought a guy to your bed?"

"Daniel! Oh my god!" she exclaimed, her eyes opening wide. "That's nothing of your business!"

It was, actually.

Let's go to the start.

Daniel Ricciardo and Melissa Montgomery were friends for many years. They met when he moved to Italy at the start of his racing career, both of them bumping on each other one day when they were running late and had a fight to see who got the taxi first (he won, by the way). After that, they found each other again on a local coffee, both of them ordering the same thing at the same time. So he, as innocent as he was back then, got the courage to ask her to meet him again on the same place the next day.

"Are you asking me for a date, stranger?" she said laughing, drinking a little of her iced coffee.

"No, of course not!" he exclaimed quickly. "And I'm Daniel".

"Okay, Daniel" she smiled. "See you tomorrow".

It was a date. Of course it was. He fell in love for her the first time he saw her. In fact, he's still loving her. But she doesn't know. And she won't ever know.

Years went by and they got closer and closer. His heart broke a few times, finding out she had a boyfriend then taking care of her all the times her heart got broken by those morons. They started to work together, him as a driver and her as his personal doctor, since she studied on the med school.

"Come on!" he exclaimed, like begging her to go to her room to get ready for the night that it's waiting for them. But she looked at him serious, her left eyebrow up and a questionable look in her eyes. "I've been working all week. I'm tired but I can't sleep, and all I want to have a good time, Mel. Please!"

She sighed and nodded slowly, giving up. Hearing his cheering she rolled her eyes while walking to her room.

It's not like she doesn't like going to parties. She loves it. But with her girl friends. When it's party time with Daniel, she hates it so deeply. The reason? He's a flirt, goes around the dance floor dancing with other girls, flirting with them and probably going to the bathroom with them to have a good time. Who would say no to him? Just look at him! His smile and the way his curls go down his forehead is all he needs to have a girl wrapped around his finger.

That's what happened to her. She's wrapped around his finger, falling for him every day that goes on.

"Can you wear that dress you wore for Abu Dhabi?" he asked her walking to the door of her bedroom on his way to the kitchen.

"The blue one? Really?" she frowned. She bought that dress for the party McLaren did last year at the end of the season, wanting to match the color of the drivers suits.

"Yeah, that one" he smiled. "It looked so good on you".

That blue dress drove him crazy that night. The way it hugged her body? Insane. Lando had to slap his nape a few times because he was staring at her all the time.

"Dude, just tell her!" Lando whisper screaming on his ear. "It's so obvious, you are acting worse than a teenager"

"What? Are you stupid? I can't tell her! She's my best friend!" he said back frowning.

"You were undressing her with your eyes all the night. Best friend my ass" Lando sighed rolling his eyes. "Go. Tell. Her".

"I can't!"

"God, sometimes I want to take off my eyes and put them on you" the Brit groaned looking at his teammate and then at her. "It's so obvious, really. You are so blind"

Obvious what? What it's obvious?

She opened the door of her wardrobe, her fingers searching the material of the silk dress and when she touched it she blushed immediately. He said it looked good on her. It does?

Closing the door of her room and making sure he won't open it, hearing he was on the kitchen making something to eat before going to that damned party, she took off her oversized shirt and then her bra, standing naked in front of her bed looking at the dress.

When Daniel heard her closing the door he knew that she was going to get dressed. And he had to fight the need of running to her door and open it, wanting to see her body, wrap his arms around her and place his lips on her perfectly tanned skin. Sometimes living with her was a challenge, the first years were a disaster. He had to get used to go fully dressed around the apartment and she had to wear bras and shorts with the shirts. Only their bedrooms were a safe place to dress however they wanted.

But it's not the first time both of them fight the need of being on each other. Kissing, touching, marking. Two idiots in love that are too afraid of confessing, a classic.

"Okay, I'm ready" Melissa said opening the door, adjusting her breasts on the dress and touching her hair to make it not look like if she just woke up. "Are you going like that?"

He nearly chocked his water looking at her. Yeah, that dress still drives him crazy.

"What? This shirt doesn't look good?" he said looking at the dark blue shirt.

"The shirt looks good. What looks weird is the hat" she said looking at the cowboy hat that is hiding his curls.

"Ah, come on! I know you love it!" he exclaimed looking how she walked towards him taking off his hat. "You are so boring".

"If I'm boring then let me be boring on my bedroom, thank you" she sighed looking at him.

"Nope" he smirked. "I need to party. Some of the guys will be there, so yeah. Fun. And you are coming with me".

She rolled her eyes and nod, eating some of the food he made and then finished getting her make up done. Daniel was waiting for her on the front door, trying his best to not faint once he saw her ready, red cherry lips that are screaming "kiss me" to him. He swallowed hard, making sure the boner is not too obvious and opened the door of the apartment after grabbing the keys of this McLaren, walking out after her.

Monaco streets have that summer festive vibes. The clubs are open and some people are already eating their dinner on the restaurants. The sun is going down and he's driving to the outdoors party place Max told him some drivers will be. Music on the radio, the windows down and a soft sea breeze getting inside the car makes the best mood they can have.

"Who will be there?" she asked him placing her phone down, closing her eyes when the sun just kissed her skin with golden rays.

"The Monaco guys" he said looking at her. "You know, Alex, Max, Lando... I think Lando's best friend will be there too"

"Max Fewtrell? Ah, he's cute" she smiled. "Talked with him a few times when he came to cheer Lando on the races"

Oh, you know what is that? Jealousy. Jealousy starting to get on Daniel's system.

"Cute, hm?" he said, trying to not sound jealous.

"Yeah, maybe I'll have a good time too" she said shrugging her shoulders, looking at her red nails. "You were right, I needed to go to a party".

The grip on the wheel was tighter that at the start of the ride, his knuckles were getting white. But who is he to not let her have a good time with someone? After all, he doesn't have the needed courage to confess.

When he parked the car she got out without his help, walking fast to the door when she found Lily walking with Alex, hugging her and giggling together. Alex,on the other hand, looked at the Aussie and smirked.

"So? You will tell her?" he said laughing.

"Tell her what?" he frowned. "Fuck, does everyone knows?"

"That you two are in love with each other? Oh, yeah" Alex laughed patting his back.

"What are you talking about?" he said confused. "Mel in love with me? Are you joking?" he laughed. "Come on, she just said she wanted to fuck with Max Fewtrell a few minutes ago. Don't play with me, mate".

Alex looked how he walked away, shaking his head. "My God, how blind they are..." he sighed.

Melissa was already inside the place, going towards the group of girlfriends she recognized: Charlotte, Kelly, Luisa and Tiffany. Lily and her were linking their arms, standing close to each other and gossiping.

"Lu, Max came to the party?" she asked her without shame, wanting to know if the Brit was around.

"Fewtrell?" the Portuguese asked frowning, looking at the other girls around her. "Yeah, why?"

"Oh, I just wanted to talk with him" she smiled. "He looks kinda interesting".

"And Daniel?" Charlotte asked smiling. "I mean, he looks cute tonight. Matching shirt with you, that's really sweet"

"Daniel? Like if he ever paid attention to me" she groaned rolling her eyes. "I'm curious to see with who he will came tonight at our apartment".

"Is that why you want Max? To make him jealous?" Luisa frowned. "Look, you are my friend and that, but... You should take off that veil and see the real world".

"What? What real world?" she frowned confused, looking at all the girls. All of them having the same gaze, looking at her.

"Oh god, you two are so blind..." they laughed. "Daniel is in love with you! Have you ever seen the way he looks at you?"

What? How does he look at her?

With love. So much love. The first one to notice that was Pierre. In fact, he noticed how they look at each other.

It was the first time he actually had a conversation with her. She had graduated form med school and became officially a doctor. While she didn't work at the hospital she was on the track working as the doctor of the team Daniel was in. At that time, Daniel was on Renault. It was cute, the two of them walking around the paddock like if they were a couple. Actu, people that didn't know who she was, they thought she was his girlfriend.

The first time he saw the way she looked at him was when he started with the "Pieeeerre Gaslyyyy" joke. She had a spark in her eyes and a big smile on her lips. Her head was moving side to side with a grin, but her smile never disappeared.

"This is the new Nico Hulkenberg thing?" she asked him with a smile.

"Of course, darling" he answered winking his eye at her. "I ways find a way to make you smile, right?"

Then everyone around started to notice the little things: how he made two cups of coffee, on for him and the other for her (with half a spoon of cocoa and almond milk, sweet to death); the way she always was first to get up from the seat of the garage when he has something near a crash; the way he kissed the tattooed rose on his left hand before getting out of the garage with his car or rubbed it with his fingers whenever he got nervous, later discoverimg he tattooed that because roses are her favourite flower (it was Lily the one that noticed, her room has always a bouquet of rose roses she buys all weeks).

And the most hurtful thing: how she fought the tears whenever they went to a party and Daniel flirted with another woman or how he swallowed hard and breathed in deeply when Melissa stood in front of him like a goddess for him and he wasn't brave enough to lay a finger on her.

"Whatever" she groaned looking around, and when she found him she smirked. "Well, if none of you want to have a good time, I'm going to have it by myself".

She found Max on the drinks bar talking with Lando. He was drinking something that looked like a soda, or a cocktail, she didn't recognized it. When she walked close to the pair, the older of them smiled at her.

"Melissa!" Max exclaimed smiling. "Hey, you look beautiful tonight".

"Thank you, Max" she smiled standing closer to him than to Lando. "You want to dance with me?"

Both Brits looked at each other, frowning. Everyone on the paddock knows about he and Daniel being in love with each other. It's not a secret, even the team principals know that, they enjoy being part of the gossip too.

"What about Daniel?" Lando frowned looking at her. "I mean, he came with you? I think you should go with him"

"What the hell is wrong with everybody?!" she exclaimed looking at him, getting annoyed. "Daniel is fucking another in the bathroom, why the hell I have to be with him?!"

"Because it's too obvious" Max said sighing, and it made her look at him. "Come on, it's getting a little annoying. You two are so into each other and all you two do is hurt each other".

"Max..." Lando sighed, stopping him.

"No, dude! It's time to someone open their eyes!" he said, and Alex, who was near, came to the group. "A whole year of everyone trying to get you two together. Even when I was racing I could see how you two are in love!"

She was speechless, looking at the three man in front of her. And she stared to feel ridiculous, like a clown. It's no longer a secret what she feels for the Australian man, it's seems that it's too obvious and everyone knows. So she did what someone in a rom-com movie would do: walk away towards the beach that was close to the party, bumping into people that smiled at her and leaving them with a from asking themselves where was she going.

When she arrived to the beach she sat on the sand, looking at the street lights of the other side of Monaco, how they were reflected on the water and the boats moved side to side like dancing a waltz. The waves that arrived to the seashore sounded like a rhythmic lullaby, making her close her eyes and breathe in deeply trying to calm her accelerated heart.

He loves her? How? His can be that possible? He left it clear all the times he called her bestie, or even the coffee cup that says "You've got a friend in me" with draws of Toy-Story on it. He basically friendzoned her since they started to get along. How can he love her? It's ridiculous.

Daniel saw everything, and heard everything. He was at the end of the drinks bar, sitting with a beer bottle on his hand and looking at her from afar. Looking how she talked with the girls, her smile fading away slowly until she found Max Fewtrell. He saw how she tried to flirt, asking him to dance with her, how her some disappeared after something he said making Alex and Lando look at him surprised. He saw how she walked away, bumping into people and nearly falling ti the floor a few times, finally getting out of the crowd and going to the beach.

He sighed heavily, ignoring every woman that tried ro flirt with him, drinking his beer and looking at the door she crossed to disappear from there.

"Are you going to talk with her?" Max asked him being followed by Lando and Alex, Verstappen and Charles joining them.

"I guess it's time, eh?" he sighed, drinking a long last sip of the beer and leaving the bottle on the table, jumping out of the high chair and going where Melissa is.

He found her there, her golden hair moving with the breeze and sitting on the sand, her legs folded and arms wrapping them close to her chest.

"Mel?" he sighed, making her flinch hearing his voice. "What are you doing here, petal?"

Petal. That's how he uses to call her when she feels bad, or sick. When she needs a cuddle-buddy on her bad days. And right now she's not feeling bad. Not at all.

"Do you love me?" she said directly. "Is it true what they say?"

"Well, yeah" he laughed sadly, that laugh that hurts on his chest. "It seems that it was too obvious"

"Whatever" she groaned.

"And you love me" he said, sitting next to her the same way she was sitting, looking at the water like her. "We are so blind-"

"Shut up" she said cutting his words, making him look at her with a frown on his eyebrows. "If you loved me why the hell you fucked another? Why the hell you were smiley and flirty with other women when you had me in front of you for many years?"

"Because I'm a coward, Melissa" he sighed with a smile. "And an idiot, because the love of my life was exactly in front of me, and everything I did was ignore her".

Silence was around them. She couldn't talk, neither him. But their bodies were aching to be touched by the other, her heart was beating fast, the heartbeat sounding loud on her ears. His arms worked alone, wrapping her shoulder and pulling her close to him, he head resting on his shoulder. Silence, that's what they needed.

"I love you, okay?" he whispered. "Since the moment I won that taxi when we played paper, scissors and rock. Since that non date we had on that coffee. And having you with me since that day was the best thing that could happen to me, you being my doctor, my roommate, my best friend. You are everything I need, Melissa".

She was quiet, looking at him. That was what she needed. A confession to take that invisible veil put of her eyes and make her see what she missed all those years.

Her hand cupped his cheek making him look down at her and she just had to stand on her knees to finally press her lips on his, a dream she had for many years. And even if they did kiss in the past (truth or dare game), this kiss felt different. It felt like they were confessing their love with touches and without words.

That's how they work, they tell each other things in silence, with looks and gestures. He knows where he has to look because she tells him with her eyes. She knows he's in pain because he touches where it hurts. He knows she's tired because she blinks slowly and her shoulders feel heavy.

"Let's have a good time" he whispered on her lips, brushing them on hers making her feel goosebumps. "Together. Let's drink beer on ice just like Hank taught us when we went to Texas. Sing the songs they put on the speakers like if we are on a karaoke. Sit on my lap, because I need good looking woman to claim I'm hers. I'm yours, Melissa. I have always been yours"

"And I'm yours" she whispered looking at him with a smile.

[plushienanami]

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere sova, cypher, chamber, and phoenix with a male or gn s/o who knows about their antics and constantly avoids them? (Thanks in advancr if you do this!!) [🥀]

i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this. I’m literally uncontrollably shaking and sobbing right now. i love Valorant sm and yeah I still play it hehe. i haven’t seen much Yan fics for the characters so oh well ig I will add to the already small ones that exists. thanks sm for requesting this 🥀 anon ! 💝

Yandere Valorant with a S/O who Constantly Avoids Them.

Ft: Chamber, Phoenix, Cypher, Sova

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Chamber:

One you started to avoid him, immediately he would catch on. The smug grin he would wear on his face around you and the others, would slowly turn into a cold dead stare the last place you stood in front of him.

He is a very possessive man and the more time away from him doing meaningless things like avoid him, would just be another open door for anyone to come into your life.

For some reason the more you avoid him, the more prominent and pushy he is. He is a manipulative conman who would ruthlessly do anything to get his way.

In your peripheral vision, standing there will always be Chamber reminding you that at the end of the road lies him patiently waiting for you.

Bringing it up to Brim would be pointless. No matter how much he dislikes Chamber, he is a valuable member of Protocol and losing him would cause great loss to the team.

So you’re stuck.

Walking back to your room, all you hear is the humming of the fluorescent lights lighting up the corridor. It was late in the night, no one was up and half the team was gone on a mission investigating recent activity of spike bombs throughout Italy.

An eerie feeling began to slowly come over you. Crossing your arms, you continued to walk to your room hoping to reach your private sanctuary.

Sliding open your door, you slump against it letting out an exhale of relief from the creepy feeling you got in the dim hallway.

A little rustle of sheets makes you snap your head up towards its direction. There on your bed was Vincent Fabron in all his glory, sitting at the end of your bed with his legs crossed and hands intertwined around his knee while he smiled at you.

A small gasp came out of your lips as you stared at him like an unpredictable animal not knowing what he was going to do next.

“What’s wrong mon cheri, miss me?”

Phoenix:

It would take a little while for Phoenix to notice that you’ve been avoiding him.

Sure sometimes in the past you got a little annoyed with him and would avoid him sometimes, so this would mean eventually you’ll come back to him right?

When you don’t is when Phoenix has to take matters into his own hands.

At first he would try to play it off as a joke with little playful whines of how he could make it up to you or how he would stop being annoying sometimes.

That doesn’t work.

He will start to get antsy over time and that’s when that playful behavior of his starts to slowly slip away.

After coming back from a mission, you were seriously injured. Sage made sure to heal you and let you rest in the med bay. Picking up on Phoenix’s presence and how close she thought he was to you, she left to give you two privacy.

Being too tired from sustaining injuries and using the rest of your energy on the field, you're completely drained and all you could do was sit there as he grew closer.

Phoenix stands in front of you, looking down with an unreadable expression as he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

Looking down, fiddling with his rings is when he decided to open his mouth.

“You know all this fooling around and this is where it gets you. Look I don’t know what I did, but I’m sick of this silent treatment. It would be best if you would stop this before things get out of hand.”

You can’t help but feel your heart drop from the menacing glowing orange hue of his eyes as he continued to stare right at you.

Cypher:

There is no real way to avoid Cypher. If we want to play the ‘what if’ game then sure, okay. It all depends what stage of obsession he is at.

We all know that he has lost someone really close to him and throughout his game dialogue he says some pretty sad stuff. When you find out about all of Cypher’s manipulation tactics and surveillance cams, that’s where things get messy.

After a day of rigorous back to back training with Kay-O and Phoenix, your left is completely beat and sore. Laying down on your bed you take a moment to relax before your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way forcing you to sit up.

You can’t help but feel like someone was watching you, yet you were in your own room.

This would continue until it gets out of control like the snowball effect. It would get to a point where you begin to tear your own room apart trying to find what or who was watching you.

The other protocol members take notice of the dark circles that linger under your eyes, the whiffing of shoots when merely practicing in the range, and how jittery you are when simply eating breakfast.

You know it's him, but there is nothing to do than confront him.

It would have been better if they were to just leave it alone and go along with the saying “Ignorance is bliss”, but even then the end would still be the same.

Confronting him would lead up to you knocking at his door in the middle of the night. Tears adorn your face as your eyes are swell from the excessive abuse you’ve put them through.

Sitting in a chair in front of an old fashioned chess board, sits Cypher gesturing you to take a seat across from him. Looking at the chessboard, all that there is left is a singular white king chess and a remaining black king piece in his hand. With a small tilt of his head is when you hear the dreadful word that marks the end of your fate.

“Checkmate.”

Sova:

In order to find out Sova was pulling the strings in the background, you must’ve had to look deep and hard.

Sova makes sure to cover his tracks only wanting you to know him for the honest agent who would do anything to protect his team and lead them to triumph.

When the avoiding begins to start, it takes a little while for him to notice. He is a valued agent of Protocol and Brim makes sure to deploy him on almost every mission because he is someone he can solely trust.

Once the small conversations you would have in the common area stop and all your responses are short and straight to the point is when Sova takes notice.

With a little observance and recon, he finds out how you had caught onto him. It was bound to happen eventually as it was better to confront it sooner than later and let it go on longer.

Getting ready for bed, you put on your lip balm before untucking your covers from the neatly folded position it was in. A knock on the door interrupted you before you had the chance to slide into your bed.

Letting out a small groan, you made your way to your door before sliding it open revealing the last person you wanted to see.

“May I come inside? I know it is quite late, but Brimstone wanted me to quickly deliver the notes for the next upcoming mission.”

Holding up a vanilla envelope, he gives a small awkward smile. Furrowing your eyebrows you step to the side letting the tall man step in. Closing the door you noticed Sova placed the envelope on your desk before continuing to stand there staring at you.

“Мне очень жаль, но это нужно было сделать.”

Before you could take a step back, the last thing you saw was the glow from his robotic blue eye as he drew away the used syringe.

[miyuwuki]

have you ever imagined akashi seijuro as your boyfriend?

because i have, and in my imagination, i feel like a princess :> hehe boyfriend!akashi seijuro hc’s (has a short drabble in it too)

akashi comes off very strong but when it comes to you, he handles you with the utmost care

a lot of people think he would be such a pressuring boyfriend, but he’s far from that

he will support you in anything you do; after all, one of the things he loves about you is that you don’t let anyone influence you— even if it was him

even the stupid ones

you decided one day that you’d paint akashi something as a gift; he can get anything he wants, so you thought something that was handmade would be more meaningful

but you decided to paint in a white shirt that you really liked

why? who knows

the minute that splatter of paint hit your shirt, you were in disbelief

nonetheless, you finished your painting and wrapped it up in some tissue paper before giving it to akashi

“what’s this, y/n?”

“open it!”

he opens the tissue paper and finds your painting bedded in there

and he loves it so much

he has been to many famous museums and has met a variety of artists

but this one was the most beautiful to him

“y/n, this is beautiful. thank you.”

but he looks at you and looks at your shirt

he sighs, “let’s get you a new shirt, too.”

“heh, oops”

akashi will literally spoil the shit out of you

if you guys were ever walking in town and your eyes lingered on something or you said you wanted something, it’s at your door the next day

or your locker

he grew up emotionally unavailable because of his father, so giving gifts is a way of how he shows his love

but he gets better with you throughout the relationship and becomes more comfortable around you 

sometimes you get insecure because you wonder if you’re fit to be next to akashi

i mean he’s kind of a big deal

during these times, you hate the fact that you aren’t elegant, or the most intelligent

just because you thought someone of these qualities would be a better suit

but akashi often reassures you that he loves you

he loves the fact you stay true to yourself 

and most of all

 he loves that you have so much love to give

and he doubts he’ll find anyone better than that

he takes you out on a lot of dates, sometimes even international

will pull up with a limo, jet plane, anything. you’d never use public transportation again

“we’re going to italy?!”

he also helps you study

being studious his entire life, he also wants to see you strive

is willing to explain anything again until you understand the concept

if he sees you’re getting burnt out, he’ll let you take a break, but he won’t stop until you understand it

and you’re grateful for that

“our break is over, y/n. let’s finish this quickly”

you often like to cook for akashi. you can’t match the amount of gifts he gets you, but the ones that come from the heart are the best (like that painting)

akashi probably has maids, and although they’re excellent cooks, it’s nice to have a homemade meal from time to time

and he loves it once again

“it’s delicious, y/n”

“of course, i made it”

when you guys get into arguments, akashi prefers to sort it out. no silent treatment of such, he just wants to reach an understanding with you

at first it’s hard because his mind is constantly telling him that he is right, and grew up thinking like that

but ever since he got with you, you challenged him everyday

in the beginning it would be like

“y/n, i think this is a better option for you”

“well it’s not up to you who decides which is best for me, right?”

so now he learned how to see perspective

because you won’t back down without a fight

that’s his girl

you tend to go with him for a lot of fancy dinners and such

you get anxious about it since you aren’t used to it, but he holds your hand under the table and rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb

and after, he would hug you and thank you for joining him

you go to his basketball tournaments

you wear his jersey with pride while all the other girls are cheering for him, trying to get his attention

before the game starts, he looks at you and you wave at him

he just nods at you and smiles

you cheer for him a lot and he hears you

after his game, he would change out of his sweaty jersey and immediately go to you to give you a hug

“sei! you played so well!”

“thank you for watching me, love”

overall, akashi would be a 10/10 boyfriend. will definitely prioritize you over anything and just wants to see you grow

right? akashi would be an amazing bf :>

[wannaabe-writer]

Is it enough?

Summary: Two ex lovers, who still love each other very much, and some liquid courage. Is it enough to bring to the surface the old feelings? Are these feelings enough to mend for the mistakes of the past?

Pairing: Damiano David x Reader

Warnings: Nothing extreme, just an overall sadness and a feeling of unworthiness. Also, a mention or two of nudity and some making out hehe ;)

A/N: Soo this is my first ever attempt at fanfiction so please be kind with me :( English isn't my first language so forgive me for any mistakes you may find. Massive thanks to my love @bitchforaesthetics for beta reading and helping me with it <3 I have a second part in mind so if you are intersted just say so and I will deliver ;) Feedback is greatly appreciated!Last but not least, happy reading angels <3

-Have I told you how much I like your stubble?

Featherlike fingertips grazing over his chiseled jaw. He was so beautiful. Strong jawline and brown eyes reminding her a sea full of emotions. She had missed looking at him at such a proximity. Almost involuntarily she leaned into him. A sharp intake of breath. God, he had missed this so much. All these nights thinking about her touch. So soft, like a cloud caressing him, making his heart beat steadily, filled with love and adoration. Her y/e/c looking at him like he hung the stars. It wasn’t like he didn’t look at her the same way. To him she was the sun and the stars.

-Y/N, you are drunk. You really don’t know what you’re talking about.

He had to stop this before it got out of hand. He would lie if he said that he hadn’t dreamt of this moment for months. But she was drunk and he would never take advantage of her like that. Even if she was like a sexy goddess in the moonlight, hair a little disheveled, breath smelling like alcohol and mint nothing but her bra and her jeans on. He would respect her no matter how hard , literally and mentally, it was for him.

-No no I am not, she insisted.

-A little tipsy yes, but I know exactly what I am saying. It is unfair how you always look so good. How are you so sexy, huh?

A cute chuckle left his lips. She was borderline drunk, she did know what she was saying but the way she said it was preciousless. So innocent, almost whiny. It never ceased to amaze him how she didn’t see her own beauty. To him she was the most beautiful woman he had ever landed his eyes upon. Her smile could light up every room she walked in; so composed and calm yet bold and fierce. She was power and everyone around her could feel it. Hell, he felt it as soon as she looked at him and offered him her lighter in the small beach back in Greece.

But him? He was an idiot and a coward. Mostly the second. He was afraid. Afraid of his own feelings and of the future. He was freshly out of a 5-year relationship when he met her. Their romance was short lived, full of passion and intimacy, just like the Greek summer who brought them together. However it shook him to the core and when he left and returned to Italy it felt as if a piece of his heart was ripped out.

-I can’t do this anymore.

Her husky voice pulled him abruptly from his short trip down the memory lane. When had she moved onto his lap? His hands, as if they had their own mind, had closed around her waist securing her in place. Almost as if he was afraid that if he didn’t hold her, she would vanish and all this would prove another beautiful yet painful dream.

-What are you talking about, amore?

The term of endearment seemed to roll off his tongue before he could think about it. Her sharp breath proved that it didn’t go unnoticed by her. How could it? When she had spent as many nights thinking about how it felt to be called love by him. She remembered the warm, fuzzy feeling she would get when he called her that. But it was nothing compared to the look in his eyes, because that was the most enthralling sight she had ever seen. Her favourite pair of brown eyes looking at her with adoration and making her feel so full of emotions that when he would kiss her afterwards she felt like she could explode into fireworks.

-I can’t do this anymore with you, Damiano.

Her voice was barely audible, her eyes cast downwards, avoiding his.

- I can’t keep pretending that I am over you, that you aren’t in my thoughts every single moment, every single day. Each morning I wake up and think about you and each night I go to sleep alone and try not to think how it would be to have you by my side.

She didn’t dare look him in the eyes. She knew that after this there was no going back. Everything was out in the open. Her whole heart in his hands, raw and bleeding, and it would be his decision if he would keep it or throw it away.

Little did she know that his heart was trying to rip his chest at the same time, as if her heart was calling for him and his heart could never say no to her. Never in a million years.

-Amore…

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before she cut him off

-I know. I know, love. I understand. I just need to know…

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Never had she let herself be so vulnerable around someone else. Her biggest insecurity was her biggest secret, hidden deep in her soul and buried away with the unwanted thoughts in her mind. But she was in the arms of her true love, whom she had lost without even knowing why and It seemed like a proper time to let an unwanted thought out. Otherwise, it would eat her alive, she was sure of that by now.

-I need to know why I wasn’t enough.

Tear were glistening in her sad eyes.

-I know that I am not as beautiful, or as skinny or as pretty as her, but I loved you with everything I had.

By now she was full on sobbing.

His eyes were glassy, watching the love of his life doubt herself like that and he knew he was the reason behind it. How could he ever let her feel like not enough? It was him who wasn’t enough, never had been, and that’s why he chose to let her free to find someone better, even though he felt like he had stabbed himself to death. But now he was seeing clearly the consequences of his actions, he had hurt her beyond repair, he had broken her, and for that he would never forgive himself.

-So please tell me, please. Why wasn’t I enou-

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before his lips collided with hers. That was how she felt this whole time? He would show her, he would show her… Of course she kissed him back immediately

The kiss wasn’t gentle and slow as they were back in their secluded paradise in Greece. It was fast, and desperate and sloppy. A clash of teeth, a fight of tongues, a fight for dominance. And when his hands started roaming her body, it was a lost fight for her. His tongue slipped into her mouth caressing her. Her hands found their way into his hair pulling ever so softly and yet it was enough to provoke a deep moan from him. Soon his lips left hers and found their way to her neck, licking and sucking and gently biting her, eliciting small moans from her. Lord, he could hear these sounds every remaining second of his life and he would never grow tired. And when he found that sweet spot bellow her ear with ease like he had done so many times in the past, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She wanted him, she needed him. She unclasped her bra and threw it to the floor or to the couch , it didn’t matter at the moment. Seconds later his shirt was on the pile of clothes on the floor and he was staring at this beautiful goddess in his arms. His goddess, his heart, his amore.

[harryhoney-bee]

19! ❤️

Beach days

I always wanted to write something about tanning without a bikini top hehe

word count: 800

ps.: I will do the rest tomorrow! <3

If there was one thing Y/n liked was vacations, so when Harry proposed traveling to spend a Mediterranean summer in Italy she felt like it was the happiest day of my life. When they got to their private beach with their own little house the first thing she did was talk a walk on the beach.

She felt the salty water hitting her feet while she and Harry talked about all the plans they had for the 2 weeks they were going to spend there.

The first nice was amazing, the couple fell asleep on a hammock and only woke up when the first rays of sunshine met their faces. Actually, Harry was the only one who woke up, Y/n went inside to their darkroom to hopefully get a few more hours of rest.

When was almost midday Harry decided to woke her up so they could enjoy the beautiful beach they had all to themself, with a few kisses the girl opened her eyes, going straight to the bathroom to put on a bikini while Harry prepared a few sandwiches to take with them.

“Harry, do I look ok?” Harry turned around, being met by the most beautiful sight he has ever seen, his girl in a yellow bikini.

“Sweetheart, you look amazing! I always told you bright colors were for you,” he got closer to her, a smile on his face, “Do a little twirl for me.”

She shyly, looking down, she was holding a bag close to her body, probably with some beach essentials.

“If we didn’t have this beach for ourselves I’m sure you would make everybody drown, such a pretty girl you are,” He held her waist, kissing her deeply, “Are you ready to go? I just finish the snacks, if we need anything we can just come back, the beach is only 5 minutes away.”

“Yea, I got everything, let’s go!” Y/n said in excitement, she always loved the Mediterranean weather, it felt so warm.

They made their way through the door, feeling the warm sand against their own skin, when they found the spot the staff set so nicely for the couple, they sat on the beach chair, Y/n opened the bag and took out the sunscreen, applying a lot on her hand.

“Turn around love, let me rub some of it in your back,” she said, making Harry take off the shirt.

“You can rub in some other place too,” Harry said teasingly, felling her hand on his skin,

“Stop being so dirty,” Y/n laughed.

After she was done, she started applying to herself, only stopping after hearing Harry whining, “So you get to rub my body but I don’t get to do the same with you? That’s very unfair, don’t you think?”

“Actually I don’t, I know you can keep your hands to yourself.”

“Well, it’s hard when I have such a pretty girl right in front of me,” he said cheeky, “But I promise I will behave.” he took the sunscreen from her hand, applying it at the back of her thighs and lower back.

All of a sudden she felt her bikini top loosening, she was quick to grab it and hold it against her chest, “Harry? What the fuck? You said you would behave.”

He looked at her in confusion, “But it’s Italy, and the beach is private, the staff said they would only be back at 6 pm, so why not? Wouldnt be nice to tan like that?”

She turned her head to him, still holding tight to her top, “They really said that? What about paps?”

“Yes, and no need to worry about paps, this place is secured,” he kissed her forehead, reassuring her, “I would never put you in a place where your privacy wasn’t kept, alright? But it’s up to you, don’t do it if you don’t want to.”

The girl thought for some minutes while Harry’s hand worked on her back, nothing would happen, right? They were alone.

She slowly left top fall to the floor, feeling the breezy hardening her nipples while Harry’s hand cupped them from behind, “So pretty babe, I know you might feel a little selfconscious since I have more nipples than you, but I love you the way you are.” he said joking.

“Of fuck off,” she took a step away from him, turning around and seeing his wide grin, “You just lost your boob privilege.”

“What? No! that’s unfair, I was the one who gave you the idea!”

“Well, that’s too bad for you,” she said while laying in the towel placed on the sand.

The rest of the day was spent swinging and tanning, and occasionally hearing Harry beginning to just “kiss them” and “warm them.”

[spaceypineapple]

it was late at night, and germany had just finished his paperwork. he had layed down in his bed. tonight was the night he got to try out his newest purchase. he blushed and reached over for it. it was a custom made bodypillow of... italy. it was as soft as the softest of silks, and beautifully hand sewn. the dye was premium quality, and there was even a voicebox of italy's voice inside. germany brought it close to himself. he sniffed it. he had sprayed it with italy's bodyspray earlier to get the smell right too. he closed his eyes and cuddled closer to the bodypillow.

suddenly, a creak at his door made him shoot up and cover the bodypillow under his blanket.

" who is zhere?! " he yelled, trying to seem put together, and not like he just sniffed a bodypillow made to look like his best friend. he sniffed the air, then gasped

oh no.

it smelled like pasta.

" HEY GERMANY! " yelled the pasta lover as he bounced over to germany's bed. germany gulped. " i didnt know you were still awake hehe! scoot over! "

before germany could protest, italy was climbing under the covers. he tried to sneakily shove the bodypillow to the side, to be unnoticed by the pasta lover.

" hey germanyyyyyy... " he questioned. " what is that next to you? "

germany replied a little too quickly and forcefully. " N-NOTHING! v-vhat are jou even.. talking about? hahaha! "

italy leaned over germany and plucked it from germany's firm grasp. germany gasped and tried to get it back, but it was too late. italy had seen the bodypillow.

" OH GERMANY... is this.. A BODYPILLOW OF ME? " the pasta lover brought the bodypillow closer to his face and gave it a sniff. " hey, it smells like me too! "

germany began to sob. " p-please dont find me veird, italy.. i-i have a perfectly reasonable explaination! "

italy blushed and twirled his hair. " w-well, germany.. ". he reached into his pocket to pull out a beautifully made germany bodypillow. " i-i feel the same way, germany! "

[bethanysnow]

‘L.A Lady’

Dedicated to @icouldbeyourpuppet​  (They/them pronouns) (TL = translation)

https://open.spotify.com/track/2TVxnKdb3tqe1nhQWwwZCO?si=2cae690d31794ccb

‘...I know something you don’t knoooooow’ Damiano sings opening the door to their studio space. Vic sits in her chair, bass in her lap looking up at Dami with a raised brow.

“okay, and? What is it this time-” 

Damiano puts a finger to his lips with a mischievous look on his face and closes the door. ‘So how do you feel about scheming?’

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“Y/N?...What was that one uh English singer you like? Like the one song goes da da dum daaa da. Its something- john...”

    “Elton John, hehe and you are trying to sing Tiny Dancer, why?”

“Uh just, stuck in my head is all” Thomas typed into his phone something glancing at y/n.

Thomas and y/n sat in the living room, football playing on the TV low in the background. As the band had worked on their latest project they had slowly adopted Y/N. They had traveled to Italy for one reason or another, but it got put aside when they bumped into Mr. Raggi. This fuckin skinny white boy stole their heart and they couldn’t tell ya why. He was funny, talented, stepped out of the 70′s like it was nothin!

Thomas looked at his phone again biting at his lip.

“uh, Y/N? You wanna go to uh negozio d’angolo? (TL: Corner store) Wanted to pick up somethings”

     “sure, let me get my shoes”

The two of them walked down Italian streets. Thomas taking their hand insisting to go on an adventure. Maybe might may-haps have ran through some poor ladies garden. Snuck into alley ways between buildings as a ‘for sure shortcut’ but ended up being twice as long. Walked in on a couple making out behind a restaurant on accident. Thomas taking this time to critique the man’s skill in favor of his own. Saying “Have to show you some time” with the biggest smile on his face. But before too long both of you stopped in front of a negozio d’angolo. He leading the way, goes to the back and starts grabbing what you can only assume is the best worst fizzy drinks one can buy and piles snacks into y/n’s arms. Absolutely proud of himself and the treasure trove of goodies he wants to bring back. Paying for them he takes out a soda leaving the store. Stepping out he opens the cap.

“Niente può andare storto!“ Thomas shouts to the open street. (TL: Nothing can go wrong!”)

The pressure expands and grows and foamy white carbonation spills all over him, his shirt, and his hand. Putting his lips around the top in a panic having to try and stop the spray. Y/N starts laughing. Once the soda explosion stopped he shoved y/n with a faux offended look on his face. “Questa è una bella camicia!“ (TL: This is a nice shirt!) Sarcasm dripping off his tone.

He chuckled looking at the ground. Then back at Y/N. His eyes flashed over the street to see all the people there. Going about their day, not knowing that his heart is beating out his chest. The song in his head wouldn’t shut up since Y/N showed it to him.

Out in the street Handing tickets out for God

Turning back She just laughs The boulevard is not that bad

the boulevard- whatever that is...is not that bad. With Y/N. They always laughed at his jokes. Even from the random dancing (totally not only doing it to see Y/N smile. No not at all) to the shouting and out of context memes at 2 in the morning. They smile at him and his heart melts into his shoes.

Walking back they get to the gate. Carrying bags with them Thomas opens the door. They step in and music fills the air.

Blue-jean baby L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed Pirate smile You'll marry a music man

Ballerina You must've seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me Always with me Tiny dancer in my hand

Walking to the center of the lawn Damiano sits in a window with a guitar in his lap singing.

Vic walks up, taking their bags and goes to the kitchen.

“Uh...Thomas??? What the fuck- “

    “I think- um...” Damiano shoots Thomas a look. “OOOHHHH. Uh Y/N- dance with me?....” They nod cautiously taking his hand. 

Sliding a hand behind their back, taking the other. He guides them in a slow dance. Them both starting to hum along. Once it gets to the chorus Thomas starts shout singing. Y/N laughing at his antics.

Looking on She sings the songs The words she knows The tune she hums

But oh, how it feels so real Lying here, with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer, tiny dancer

“Thomas?”

    “Yea?”

“Don’t ever change”

Grabbing his face, they kiss him. And the arm that was wrapped around their waist grows tighter. Pulling them in.

Shouts of joy and one giant ‘FUCKIN FINALLY’ comes from a certain window. lol.

But now, he is a doofus that stole their heart. And they smiled at him and stole his. After having a busy day- they held each other close.

(I hope you like it Zodi!!!!)