#Rebecca Donaldson

[perfectlycleverduck]

Carlos, Guzman, Rebecca and Francina via tiktok

[leclercskiesahead]

Is that Carlos MISSING THE BEAT

from Rebecca

[kittenkeke]

average day on the slopes ⛷️ | via tiktok | 2025

[iamred-iamyellow]

this is what you stole from me

[sevynchaos]

team 55 my beloved 😭😭😭😭

[kolbalissh]

the REAL ferrari couple charlos can cry me a river

[natailiatulls07]

New wag in the paddock

Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay

Warning - None <3

A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol

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Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.

Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.

This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.

'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.

With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.

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It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.

I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.

Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.

But one notification stands out to me.

It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.

Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;

lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx

francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3

carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!

kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x

alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333

I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.

I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.

'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.

Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.

As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.

I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.

Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'

Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.

I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'

Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'

His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.

A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.

He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.

Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'

I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'

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[f1-stuff]

4 Jan '25 // 📸 via @/carlossainz55 & @/iamrebeccad

[blorbocedes]

arriving on the grid with your fuckass boyfriend 😐

on the grid with your ✨Wag✨

[haneentifosa005]

Forget fp3 and quali this is the actual news of today

[f1swiftiee]

Tipsy - LN4

pairings: lando x fem!reader, leclerc!reader

summary: lando has a massive crush on his rival's teammate, and his efforts to catch her attention never actually catches her attention, but rather everyone else's, until one day, when all things go downhill.

a/n: hii!! sorry it took me so long to write this! not proofread, so feel free to point out any mistakes. i changed a few details to make the story make sense. thanks and enjoy! there will be a part 2!

warnings: drinking, unplanned pregnancy, mention of sex, and thats all i think??

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It was no secret that Lando had a crush on you. Everyone seemed to just simply know that he was head over heels for you. Well, everyone, except you. Lando had tried countless times to make a move, but each time, you either didn't notice or took it as a joke. Lando was determined. No matter how long or how much effort it was going to take, he was willing to do it, for you.

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The sunlight of Miami shone through the blinds in your hotel room, which you were sharing with your brother, Charles, and his girlfriend, Alex. You didn’t mind staying with them, as you and Alex got along quite well. As soon as you fully woke up you saw that Alex was still asleep and that Charles had already left to head to the track. Slowly, you got out of bed and walked over and woke up Alex. Together, you two got ready and headed out the door.

On the drive there, Alex was driving, and the conversation somehow drifted over to which drivers would win the Dutch Grand Prix that day. “I bet you $100 that Charles is going to beat everyone today,” Alex said.

“You’re just saying that because he’s your boyfriend. I bet that Lando’s gonna win today. He’s been performing a lot better recently. Have you noticed that?” You had your mind set on Lando, for no reason at all, but you had a strange gut feeling.

“Maybe that's because a certain someone has been going to all the races recently,”, looking over and winking at you.

“Huh? I didn’t say anything about me? I was just saying that Lando and the team have been doing a lot better recently, unlike a certain someone. *cough* *cough* Charles.”

“No way you just said that! He got P5 yesterday!”

“Yeah exactly, and who was P1 in quali?” As you said that, Alex pulled the car into the parking lot and parked the car. After this, the two of you got out of the car and headed towards the garage, but not without passing the McLaren garage.

As you and Alex were passing McLaren, the two of you heard a voice, which you knew all too well call out. "Y/n!" You turned around and saw Lando standing a few feet away, beaming. He began running and quickly caught up to you and Alex.

"Y/n! I didn't know you were coming to the grand prix! You know, you should ditch Charles in the Ferrari garage and come over to the McLaren garage. Plus, Oscar brought Lily," Lando said, but not without his whole face turning red.

"Lily!! Wait, Lando, I'd love to, but I can't just leave Alex! Wait, can she come too?"

Quickly, Alex interrupted and said, "No, no, Y/n you should go to the McLaren garage. Also, I have Rebecca, so I won't be alone. Plus, Charles would kill me if he heard I was in McLaren."

"Soo, is that a yes, Y/n?" Lando said, and this time, even you could sense the excitement in his tone.

"Yeah, sure! Alex, I'll catch up with you later sometime during or after the race."

And with that, Lando led the way back to his garage. He showed you his car and led you towards his driver's room. As you were stepping into his driver's room, you spotted Lily, who was passing by with Oscar. "LILY!!" you called out.

"Y/N!!" Lily yelled. Lily started running towards you, and the two of you shared a tight embrace.

"Lily! It's been forever since I've last seen you! You haven't come to any of the races recently. Oh my gosh! I forgot to tell you about the cute guy I saw at this new cafe!"

Upon hearing that, Lando felt a sudden pang of jealousy. He decided that he was going to make a move that day so that no other guy would have the chance to date you before he did. Oscar glanced at Lando, and he was easily able to read Lando's face and understand what he was thinking. "Mate, if you really like her, you should do it. You know, she'd probably say yes," Oscar said, empathetically.

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It was now time for the drivers to head to the garages and get into the cars. You were still in the McLaren garage, and you were standing with Lily. The two of you's hearts were racing like crazy, as they always did before a race began. The drivers lined up, and the lights went out. The first half of the race went smoothly, until lap 38. Lando, Charles, and Max were all battling for the first-place spot. Not to mention that Carlos, Oscar, and George were not too far behind as well. The battle continued for a few more laps until Lando somehow managed to pull through and take the lead. Seeing this made you and Lily quite anxious, so you both talked for a bit and took a break from staring at the screen. After a few minutes, loud commotion was heard from the screen, and you both looked up to see a papaya car cross the line, earning first place. Seeing this, you blurted out, "Was that Oscar?"

Lily replied, "No! That was Lando! Oh my gosh! He won!! BY TWENTY SECONDS?"

"WHAT??"

After learning that, you couldn't help but smile. You were so proud of Lando, after all that hard work that he had put into his performance and training, and it finally paid off. Seeing this, Lily smirked at you and said, "Ooh, someone's got a crush!"

"No! He's just a friend, Lily. I'm just really proud of him."

"Whatever you say," Lily said while shrugging her shoulders.

As you watched the drivers on the podium, you couldn't help but stare and Lando. The way his messy curls sat atop his head so perfectly and the way his green eyes reflected the sun was just so beautiful. The way that he did his champagne pop simply mesmerized you. You couldn't help but notice that he did look down at you quite a few times while standing on the top podium, with Max in second, and Charles in third.

Later that night, most of the grid went to a club nearby to celebrate and party. You were planning to meet them there afterward, with a few of your friends. After you arrived, you saw Carlos, Charles, Rebecca, and Alex at the bar and headed over to them. As the night went on, you and the drivers kept downing drinks, but no one was nearly as drunk as you were.

"Hey, has anyone seen Y/N?" one of your friends asked, as she approached the group.

"Uhh no? I thought she was with you guys? No?" Carlos said, clearly concerned.

"Yeah, me too. I thought she was with you too," Charles said.

"While we're on this topic of missing people, has no one else noticed that the race winner's gone too?" Daniel added. As soon as Daniel said this, everyone seemed to understand simultaneously.

"Daniel! Lando and my sister? Seriously?" Charles denied.

"You never know, mate," Oscar said, a large smirk evident on his face.

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austria gp

Later that day, all the drivers and wags were meeting up at 7 for dinner before the race weekend began, and you were planning to attend. It was currently 4 PM, and you were feeling quite nauseous. This had been going on for the past month or so. At first, you thought you had caught the stomach bug or something, but you were beginning to think that it wasn't.

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30 minutes had passed since you had texted Alex, and you heard the door of your hotel room swing open. "Y/n!! I'm back!!!" Alex exclaimed. Alex ran over and hopped onto the bed next to you.

"What'd you get?" you asked, reaching over for the bag, "Wait, wasn't Charles with you?"

"No, he said he was gonna go with Carlos and that he would meet me at the restaurant," Alex replied.

You began digging through the bag, "Advil, Tylenol, Ibeuprofen... did you really need to buy all of this?" you remarked.

"Duh! I didn't know what you needed, so I got everything!"

You continued rummaging through the bag, and felt some sort of box at the bottom "Thanks Alex- wait what's this?" you questioned. You pulled out the white box and read the front, "PREGNANCY TEST" "Really?" you questioned.

"You never know! Better to be safe than sorry!" Alex said, shrugging her shoulders, "You might as well take it just to be sure!"

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You took the test in the bathroom, with Alex waiting outside the door. By now, it was almost 5 PM. "Can I come in?" Alex asked. "Yeah, one sec," you said while washing your hands. After you dried your hands, you opened the door and let Alex in. As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, your alarm went off. "Okay, you check for me. I'm too scared," you said nervously.

Alex flipped over the test. "OH MY GOD! Alex exclaimed.

"What? What? Is it bad? Let me see!" you said.

Alex handed the test and you gasped in horror at the test. "PREGNANT" This couldn't actually be happening, right? You were pregnant? You thought of what you had done the past two months and of anyone you had slept with, and one name came to your mind, Lando.

"OH MY GOD! I'M AN IDIOT!" you exclaimed, tears brimming your eyes.

"Hey, hey. It's okay! Do you know who the dad is? Wait, is it Lando?" Alex said, trying to calm you down and figure everything out.

Suddenly, all the memories came flooding back into your mind. Lando had driven you home that night, and you two ended up in the backseat of his McLaren. "Lando. Me and him had sex in his car when he took me back to my hotel room in Miami," you said, sobbing, "I can't believe this! I'm not ready to be a mom yet!"

"I'll go ahead and let Charles know that we won't be attending tonight," Alex told you, pulling out her phone.

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Charles and Carlos drove to the dinner, and Carlos could tell that something was off with Charles. "Charles, you've been acting off all night. Tell me what's wrong; I can tell when you have something bothering you," Carlos said, trying to pry an answer out of him.

"I-I'm not really sure. You know how y/n and Alex were supposed to attend the dinner, right?"

"Yeah," Carlos said, nodding. As he and Charles continued talking, they pulled into the parking lot and began making their way into the restaurant.

"Well, Alex texted me randomly and said they wouldn't make it, and when I asked her why, she wouldn't answer me. I think something's wrong with y/n. I told her I was going to come back to the hotel, and she freaked out on me. I don't know what to d-" Suddenly, Charles was interrupted by the ringing to Carlos's phone. He pulled it out and answered.

"Er, Hello?" Carlos said, sitting down at the table, waving to the other drivers.

"Hey, sorry for the short notice, but I can't make it tonight. Neither can Kika, Lily Z, Lily M, or Carmen."

"What, you too?"

"Yeah, I got to go! I'll call you later!"

Carlos glanced back at his phone. "CALL ENDED" Upon seeing this, he put his phone away back into his pocket.

The dinner continued, but Charles and Carlos couldn't shake away the feeling that something was wrong. None of the other drivers knew what was going on either.

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lando's pov

Lando was disappointed, as he was going to take this as an opportunity to try to talk to you after the night you spent together because you had been avoiding him ever since. He decided to send you a text, to see if you were okay and ask why none of the wags were attending.

He stared at his phone for a moment, hoping for a response, but got none. He checked his phone a few minutes later and saw that he had been left on read.

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Back at the hotel room, it was as hectic as ever. Y/n was a complete mess, her mascara running down her face, as the wags sat around her, trying to comfort her.

"Are you completely sure you're pregnant? I mean, you only took one test. It wouldn't hurt to take another one just to be sure," Lily M said.

In unison, the rest of the wags nodded in agreement, and Carmen ran over to the corner, where the pharmacy bag was lying and got out another test. She walked back over and handed it to you.

Slowly, you got up and walked over to the bathroom, a million thoughts racing through your mind. Was this really happening? Were you even ready to be a mom? How would Lando react? Would he have time to be a dad, considering his F1 schedule?

The timer on your phone rang, and the wags sat on the bed, waiting in anticipation. You, however, could not bring yourself to turn over the test. "Hey, can someone come in here and see the test? I'm too scared to flip it over!" you called out. All the wags rushed over, and suddenly there was a whole group of you in the small hotel bathroom. Kika was the first to grap the test, and she gasped as she saw the result. "PREGNANT" She showed the test to everyone in the bathroom. Your knees gave out, and you slid down the wall, into a sitting position, leaning against the wall.

Lily Z crouched down and gave you a hug. "Hey, everything's gonna be okay. We're all here for you!", she said while comforting you.

The rest of the wags squatted down to face you, and they all assured you that no matter what happened, they would all be there for you.

part 2 coming soon!!

a/n: im making a taglist for part 2, so if you want to be added, comment or like my most recent post about it!

[vanilasky]

I usually don't believe gossip but this makes so much sense and puts everything together

[leclercskiesahead]

They are more marriaged than charlos i fear

[rue-isabelle]

Hi darling. Could I please request a girlfriend x reader story where Rebecca meets Carlos little sister and falls in love with her. She like kisses her and tells her everything is fine. Like, it is a bit dark. Could reader also be younger and a ballet dancer? Thank you

Dark Story!

Love my boyfriend’s sister

The Sainz family home was bustling with the warmth and love that came with a rare evening spent together. The comforting aroma of Carlos’ cooking wafted through the air as his father read a newspaper on the couch, his mother Reyes busily wrapping her youngest daughter’s feet in bandages, and Blanca chattered animatedly about her day.

“You know, mamá,” Blanca teased, leaning on the back of the couch. “She’s probably going to dance until her feet fall off one day.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Reyes said, clicking her tongue. She dabbed a bit of ointment onto the raw patches of Yn’s feet, her expression a mixture of pride and concern. “She already pushes herself too hard. Mira, niña, you don’t have to be perfect every single time.”

Yn winced slightly at the sting of the ointment but smiled at her mother. “I’m not trying to be perfect, mamá. I just love it, that’s all. Besides, you know I can’t leave a rehearsal unfinished.”

Her father chimed in from the couch, setting down his newspaper. “We all admire your dedication, mi niña, but you’re still human. Even ballerinas need to rest.”

“Exactly!” Blanca cut in. “Why do you think Carlos is always stuffing you full of food? You’re going to waste away otherwise.”

Yn rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small laugh. “I think Carlos just likes an excuse to cook. He thinks he’s a chef now.”

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted their conversation, followed by the slam of a car door.

“Speaking of Carlos,” Reyes said, tying off the bandage and patting Yn’s knee. “He’s home. Finally, we can eat.”

Carlos walked in a moment later, balancing a couple of containers in his hands. His dark hair was slightly windswept, and a grin stretched across his face. “I hope you’re all hungry. I made enough to feed an army.”

“Like always,” Blanca joked as she hopped off the couch to grab the bags from her brother.

“Wait,” Carlos said, holding up a hand. “Before you all start eating without me, I brought someone to meet you.” He stepped aside, revealing a woman standing shyly in the doorway.

“This is Rebecca,” Carlos introduced. “She’s… well, she’s my girlfriend.”

The room went silent for a moment, and then Reyes rose to her feet, smoothing her hands down her apron. “Carlos, you didn’t say anything about bringing a guest, but it’s lovely to meet you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca smiled warmly. “Thank you so much for having me, Mrs. Sainz. I hope I’m not imposing.”

“Nonsense,” Reyes replied, gesturing her inside. “Come, come, sit. Any guest of Carlos is a guest of ours. Yn, make room.”

Yn, who had been sitting cross-legged on the couch, quickly shuffled over to make space. “Hi,” she said softly, offering Rebecca a shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you as well,” Rebecca replied, her gaze lingering on Yn for just a moment longer than necessary. Yn’s delicate features, framed by her slightly messy bun, caught Rebecca off guard. There was something so ethereal about her, like she was a ballerina even offstage.

Blanca, always the outgoing one, quickly pulled Rebecca into the fold of conversation. “So, Rebecca, how did you meet Carlos? Please tell me it was something romantic.”

“Blanca!” Carlos groaned, setting the food containers on the dining table.

Rebecca chuckled, settling into the couch beside Yn. “Well, not exactly romantic. We met through mutual friends, and he invited me to one of his races. I guess we just… clicked after that.”

As the family talked and laughed, Yn sat quietly, content to listen. Rebecca, however, found herself stealing glances at Yn. The younger woman had a quiet, almost magnetic presence. She wasn’t flashy or loud like Carlos, but there was a grace to her that Rebecca found utterly captivating.

When dinner was served, Carlos made sure to pile an extra helping of food onto Yn’s plate.

“Carlos, I can’t eat all of this!” Yn protested.

“You can and you will,” Carlos insisted. “You’re too thin. Do you even eat at the studio?”

“I eat enough,” Yn mumbled, but she didn’t argue further, knowing it was a battle she’d lose.

Rebecca watched the exchange with a smile. “You’re a ballerina, right?” she asked Yn.

Yn nodded, swallowing a bite of food. “Yes. I train almost every evening.”

“That’s incredible,” Rebecca said. “I’ve always admired dancers. It’s such a beautiful art form. Do you perform often?”

“Not as much as I’d like,” Yn admitted. “Most of my time is spent training or rehearsing, but it’s worth it when I get to be on stage.”

As Yn spoke about ballet, her face lit up, and Rebecca found herself hanging on every word. There was a passion in Yn’s voice that was infectious, and Rebecca couldn’t help but think how unfair it was for someone to be so talented and so… beautiful.

The evening wore on, and as the family grew more comfortable with Rebecca, she felt increasingly out of place. Not because they were unkind—they were wonderful, warm people—but because she couldn’t stop noticing Yn. The way her smile curved just slightly to the left, the way she absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the way she moved with a dancer’s grace even when she was just sitting at the table.

Later, as the family said their goodnights and Carlos prepared to drive Rebecca home, she found herself lingering by the door, glancing back at Yn one last time.

“Thank you for having me,” Rebecca said, directing her words to the whole family but looking directly at Yn. “It was lovely to meet you all.”

“Come back anytime,” Reyes said warmly, while Yn gave a small wave. “Goodnight.”

As Carlos led Rebecca out to the car, he grinned at her. “So, what did you think?”

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her thoughts swirling. “Your family is wonderful, Carlos,” she said finally, though the image of Yn’s shy smile lingered in her mind.

And as they drove off into the night, Rebecca couldn’t shake the feeling that she was leaving something—or someone—very important behind.

Over the following months, Rebecca became a regular presence in the Sainz household.

She seemed to have slotted into their lives effortlessly, joining them for dinners, outings, and family activities. To Carlos, it was a dream come true—his girlfriend got along with his family like she’d always been a part of it. To Rebecca, it was the perfect excuse to spend more time with Yn.

The friendship between the two young women had grown naturally—or so it seemed. Rebecca would casually suggest little outings, always under the guise of wanting to bond with her boyfriend’s younger sister.

“Yn, I need you to come with me,” Rebecca said one afternoon, leaning against the doorframe of Yn’s room.

Yn looked up from her book, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What for?”

“Shopping,” Rebecca said with a grin. “You have to help me pick out something for Carlos. You’re the only one who knows what he likes better than me.”

Yn laughed and closed her book. “I doubt that, but okay. Let me grab my shoes.”

At first, the outings were simple and innocent—shopping trips, movie nights, or getting their nails done. Yn appreciated having someone to share her free time with, especially since her schedule was often consumed by ballet.

Rebecca, however, saw it differently. Every smile Yn gave her, every laugh they shared, felt like a step closer to something forbidden. Rebecca began to crave Yn’s attention, finding excuses to be near her or to touch her.

“Your hair is so soft,” Rebecca commented one day as they sat on Yn’s bed, going through a stack of photos from Yn’s last performance. Rebecca reached out, brushing a strand of Yn’s hair behind her ear.

Yn blinked in surprise but smiled. “Thanks. It’s a mess after rehearsals, though. I’m always sweaty and gross.”

Rebecca shook her head. “I don’t believe that for a second. You’re always beautiful.”

Yn flushed slightly, laughing off the compliment. “You’re exaggerating.”

But Rebecca wasn’t. To her, Yn was radiant—her innocence, her passion, her delicate beauty. Everything about her drew Rebecca in like a moth to a flame.

As their bond deepened, Rebecca grew bolder. She began to find reasons to touch Yn—a hand on her back as they walked, holding her hand during movies, even kissing her cheek when they were alone.

Yn, in her naivety, thought nothing of it. She assumed this was how close friends—or maybe even sisters—acted.

One summer afternoon, the family gathered in the garden for a lazy, sun-drenched day. Carlos was manning the grill with their father, while Blanca and Reyes were sitting at a table nearby, chatting and sipping iced drinks. Yn and Rebecca were in the pool, splashing around in the cool water.

“Come on, Yn!” Rebecca called, swimming toward her. “You’re not tired already, are you?”

Yn laughed, leaning against the edge of the pool. “I might be. I had rehearsal this morning, remember?”

Rebecca swam closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You work too hard. Come here, I’ll help you out.”

Before Yn could protest, Rebecca was hoisting her up, her strong hands gripping Yn’s waist. “Wrap your legs around me,” Rebecca instructed.

Yn hesitated for a moment, but Rebecca’s firm grip made her feel secure. She wrapped her legs around Rebecca’s waist and looped her arms around her neck.

“There we go,” Rebecca said, her voice soft, almost intimate. Her hands moved to Yn’s thighs, steadying her. “See? I’ve got you.”

Yn rested her head on Rebecca’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of the sun on her back. “Thanks, Rebecca. You’re always so nice to me.”

Rebecca’s heart raced at the closeness, the feel of Yn’s body pressed against hers, particularly Yn's soft, round breast. Her hands slid down slightly, brushing against Yn’s ass. She gave a gentle squeeze, her fingers trailing lower.

Yn didn’t seem to notice. She giggled softly, her head still resting on Rebecca’s shoulder. “You’re really strong.”

Rebecca smiled, her voice low. “Anything for you, Yn.”

From the patio, Carlos glanced over at the pool. “Rebecca, is Yn okay?”

Rebecca turned her head slightly, giving him a reassuring smile. “She’s fine. Just tired from rehearsal. I’m keeping her from sinking.”

Blanca laughed. “Our little ballerina always needs someone to catch her when she’s overworked.”

Reyes shook her head fondly. “That girl pushes herself too hard. Thank you for looking after her, Rebecca.”

Rebecca turned her attention back to Yn, her fingers still lingering on the younger girl’s ass. “It’s no trouble at all,” she said softly, her words meant for Yn alone.

Yn lifted her head, smiling brightly at Rebecca. “You’re the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Rebecca’s chest tightened at the words. In her mind, they were more than just an innocent expression of gratitude. To her, they were proof of the connection she believed they shared.

But as the family laughed and chatted in the background, Rebecca knew she has to tread carefully. For now, she would savor these stolen moments, each bringing her closer to the girl that had unknowingly stolen her heart.

A few days later, the rain drizzled gently on the windshield, the rhythmic pattering a soft backdrop to Rebecca's steady breathing as she waited in the car outside the studio. The faint glow of the streetlights illuminated the empty parking lot, casting long shadows that danced with the occasional gust of wind.

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at the studio's doors. Moments later, they opened, and there Yn was, her hair slightly damp from sweat, her tired frame illuminated by the faint glow of the fluorescent lights behind her.

Rebecca watched her for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Yn looked exhausted, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a water bottle in her other hand. Yet, even now, she was beautiful. Rebecca stepped out of the car, opening the umbrella and walking toward her.

"You didn't have to wait outside, you know," Yn said, her voice tinged with guilt as Rebecca reached her.

"I wanted to," Rebecca replied simply, her voice warm. She gently took Yn's duffel bag, slinging it over her own shoulder before reaching for her hand. "Come on. Let’s get you home."

Yn hesitated for a moment, her hand lingering in Rebecca’s before squeezing lightly. "Thanks, Becca."

Rebecca didn’t reply, instead guiding her toward the car. She opened the passenger door for Yn, waiting until she was seated before setting the duffel bag in the backseat and getting behind the wheel.

As they pulled onto the empty road, the soft hum of the engine filled the space between them, mingling with the sound of the rain against the car. Yn sighed, leaning her head back against the seat.

"Long day?" Rebecca asked, her eyes flicking briefly from the road to Yn before returning to the windshield.

"You have no idea," Yn groaned, stretching slightly. "I was stuck on the same routine for hours. I just couldn’t get the last part right. It’s so frustrating."

Rebecca glanced at her again, a small smile playing on her lips. "You’re too hard on yourself. I’m sure it’s already amazing."

Yn shook her head, a tired but amused laugh escaping her lips. "You always say that."

"Because it’s true," Rebecca said softly, her voice carrying a conviction that made Yn pause. She looked at Rebecca, her tired gaze softening.

"Thanks," Yn murmured, her voice barely audible above the rain.

Rebecca reached over briefly, her fingers brushing Yn's knee in a comforting gesture before returning to the wheel. "Anytime."

The conversation flowed easily after that, Yn recounting her struggles in the studio and Rebecca listening intently, occasionally chiming in with a question or a comment. The road stretched ahead of them, deserted and glistening with rain.

When they approached a red light, Rebecca slowed the car to a stop.

It was then that she turned to Yn, her expression unreadable. Before Yn could ask what was wrong, Rebecca cupped her face with both hands, her thumbs brushing gently against Yn's cheeks. Yn's breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Rebecca, what are you—" Yn began, but her words were cut off as Rebecca leaned in, her lips capturing Yn's in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was intense, filled with a desperation that left Yn reeling.

"Becca—" Yn tried to pull back, her voice muffled against Rebecca's lips, but Rebecca didn’t let her go. Her hands held Yn firmly, one sliding to the back of her neck while the other rested on her cheek.

"I love you," Rebecca whispered against Yn's lips, her voice raw. She moved her hand and unbuckled Yn's seatbelt before pulling the younger girl on ber lap.

Her forehead pressed against Yn’s as she continued, her breath warm against Yn’s skin. "I love you, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t."

Yn stared at her, her heart pounding in her chest. She started to get nervous about this whole situation. "What are you talking about? What about Carlos—"

"Carlos doesn’t mean anything to me," Rebecca interrupted, her voice firm. Her hands moved to Yn’s hips, gripping her as though she were afraid she might disappear. "He never did. It’s always been you, Yn."

"Rebecca, no..." Yn’s voice wavered, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening.

But before she could say anything more, Rebecca’s lips were on hers again, silencing her protests.

This time, the kiss was rougher, even more intense. Rebecca’s hands moved to Yn's ass, squeezing it with practiced ease. Yn gasped as Rebecca guided her forward, making her grind onto Rebecca’s lap.

"Rebecca, wait—" Yn began, but the words caught in her throat as Rebecca’s hands found her breast, pulling her shirt down.

"Just… let me," Rebecca murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She immediately moved her mouth towards Yn nipple, sucking and biting it. Her other hand tugged her other nipple harshly.

When Yn tried to move away, she kissed her again. One hand moved to her hip, while the other started touching Yn between her legs.

She moved it left and right, putting pressure on Yn's pleasure button.

The hand that held her hip moved to Yn chin, making her look at Rebecca. Rebecca moved ger hand fast in-between Yn legs.

Yn legs started shaking, she was approaching her orgasm closer and closer but looked very displeased.

Rebecca moved her mouth to Yn ear, whispering to her: " You are mine now. Mine alone."

[iamred-iamyellow]

so who’s gonna tell them they’re in love with their boyfriend’s boyfriend’s girlfriend?

[leoleclerc16]

sleepy time