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Remember that you are constantly shifting/manifesting stuff!!
Canât find something, literally tear ur room/house apart and itâs nowhere then anywhere from a couple minutes to a few days (or more) later it shows back up? Randomly? U Shifted!
Really want something, like a specific treat from the shops, but they donât sell it or are out and then they have it like the next day or a few days later? U subconsciously manifested that!!!
Ur so powerful that u can do this on accident, everyone does this on accident!! Ur brain is that powerful!!
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im ngl i think my favorite headspace to be in is "want to be annoying"
#i am also really low energy today so i cant really do my normal expressions of it#(spam messaging Everyone i want to talk to at any given moments notice; sending random pictures/asks/etc to ppl)#but i also like. love being annoying. idc how others feel about it. there's something so wonderful to me about being such a nuisance to ppl#u like that they roll their eyes when you post your random thoughts AGAIN#there's something so lovely about pushing peoples buttons (within reason)#there's something just so fun about being ANNOYING!!!!!#ugh#i think it may genuinely be impossible for anyone to make me hate myself with mean words now#i think about it a lot and ppl can be really mean and it'd make me sad ofc if people were mean to me#butalso like#every person who is mean to me for silly reasons or bc they wanna take me in bad faith; every hateful thing thats been said to me - its all#jokes. my screen name on discord in a couple different servers is nicknames over stuff thats ACTUALLY been said to me#i think weirdly fondly of the man who yelled out to me on my birthday last year âfat bitchâ fromhis car not bc he's a good man (fuck him)#but bc yeah that hurt my feelings alittlein the moment - and then after i was like wait why? i AM a fat bitch! its one of my favorite thing#and every time soemone hates something abt me i just kinda learn to love it out of spite#anyway all of this is 2 sy: mutuals if u read this im holdin my finger 2cm frm your cheek going âIM NOT TOUCHING Uâ & giggling abt it c:
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middle-earth dashboard simulator
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pippin was 29 years old???
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he should've been at the green dragon
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#gates of argonath #argonath #amon hen #middle earth landscapes #photographers of middle earth #travel #dark academia #lmao pls reblog this i almost fell out of my boat taking this photo
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my hungry ass could never travel with lembas
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#the entitlement i see on this site sometimes is disgusting #y'all will just post about having easy access to lembas when we can't eats hobbit food??? #we must starve??? #vent #do not rb
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CALLOUT FOR GRIMA WORMTONGUE
I've talked a lot about this already on this blog, but I want to have everything collected in one post so next time some dipshit with a white hand icon slides into my inbox to call me a liar I can just link to this post. tl;dr grima wormtongue has been poisoning my uncle and the land of rohan for the past few years, and here are the receipts:
Keep reading
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i stg if one more of you tells me I should've sent frodo on the eagles I'm asking iluvatar to take me back
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recent read: there and back again: a hobbit's tale by bilbo baggins
I thought this was SOOO fun and cute! I'm usually not into rpf but did anyone else think there was something between bilbo and thorin? đ I can't be the only one who saw it. but the ending made me cry my eyes out.
4.5/5 stars
#booklr #there and back again #bilbo baggins #recent read #dark academia #light academia #book review
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who up mirking they wood
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wtf the new king of gondor just bowed to these four random short guys?? everyone else bowed too and I just went along with it lmao đ
am I missing something????
#this is right after he sang a song and made out with some hot elf chick #truly the wildest coronation i've ever been to
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ULTIMATE HOTTEST FIRST AGE BADDIE TOURNAMENT FINALS!!!!
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here y'all go again pitting two bad bitches against each other
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everyone who voted galadriel is a kinslayer apologist #luthiensweep
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fuck my job so much. everyone manifest an attack on gondor so I can finally warm my fingers on this beacon fire.
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by eru this can't be happening
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ËËËę° đ ęą my american lover ( logan sargeant. )
logan sargeant x aussie!reader
in which a series of instagram posts causes the internet to think you're oscar's girlfriend
authors note: motivation these days is like trying to find water in a desert TvT doesn't help that this deleted the first time i tried to post it
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ynusername life lately
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user HELP THE OSCAR PICTURE?
user this was not on my 2024 bingo card
⤡ user it was not on mine either what đđđ
user since when does yn know about oscar piastri?
⤡ user and since when was he in her likes???
oscarpiastri where did you even get that photo đĽ˛
⤡ ynusername mumma piastri has a soft spot for me đ
⤡ oscarpiastri ah
user omg she knows oscar's mom too
user is this a soft launch???
⤡ user using oscar's photos from when he was a kid? i sure hope not đ
⤡ user okay yeah, that'd be a little bit awkward, but why else would she post a picture of him in her photo dump
user twitter is gonna go crazy
⤡ user i can already see the threads
user does no one know that they're friends?
⤡ user i thought this was common knowledge atp because he has appeared in her previous posts...
⤡ user right, there's photos of them as kids karting together
user ynscar đ
⤡ user i found my people
user the ynscar rumors starting up again is wild
⤡ user well they never denied anything
⤡ user ...
⤡ user are you on something?
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ynusername what a view (the city, not oscar)
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user stop, she's so pretty...and he's there
lilymhe we need to hang out and take pictures! the boys will find something to entertain themselves đ
⤡ ynusername asap! đđť they see each other every day, whats another?
⤡ lilymhe exactly! đ
⤡ alex_albon what am i being signed up for?
user oh my god, lily and yn planning a hangout with their boyfriends? so its confirmed?
⤡ user AND THEY SEE EACH OTHER EVERY DAY??? GOTTA BE!!!
oscarpiastri is this just your new thing to post random photos of me?
⤡ ynusername yeah pretty much
⤡ oscarpiastri great thanks
⤡ ynusername anytime đââď¸
user of all the photos of oscar she could've chosen, she used this one
⤡ oscarpiastri right
⤡ user OMG OSCAR ILY!!!
user am i the only one who doesn't believe the ynscar rumors?
⤡ user you aren't because it just doesn't make sense
⤡ user right like just because she started putting memes of him in her posts doesn't mean they are outright dating
logansargeant the view looks great!
⤡ ynusername its so gorjos! (you're not talking about oscar, right?)
⤡ logansargeant gorgeous, babe, and no, of course not (yeah, i might be)
⤡ ynusername (oscar isn't the view here!)
⤡ logansargeant (says who) (and why are we talking in parentheses)
⤡ ynusername (i don't know) (why are you talking in parentheses?)
⤡ logansargeant (i don't know, that's why i asked you)
⤡ ynusername (well i don't know either)
⤡ logansargeant (you've said)
⤡ user (what's going on?) (why did he call her babe???)
⤡ user (why are logan and yn talking?) (not on my 2024 bingo card)
⤡ user (well they both know oscar)
⤡ user (but he called her babe??)
user help all the replies to their comments being in parentheses as well đđđ
user am i the only one who prefers yngan to ynscar
⤡ user nope!
⤡ user i love them so much, but it's probably unlikely and we don't see much interaction from them
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ynusername pov you're max verstappen at miami and you look in your mirrors
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user oh my god
user im speechless
user the soft launch with the meme of oscar was not on my list of things happening this season đ
bsfusername you know you're never beating the rumors
⤡ ynusername sadly đđđ
⤡ bsfusername okay but when was this tho
⤡ ynusername wdym đ
⤡ bsfusername don't gaslight me
⤡ ynusername what's gaslighting???
⤡ bsfusername bitch.
⤡ user rumors? such as the ynscar rumors?
user logan in the likes?
⤡ user hes BEEN in the likes for a hot sc, you just couldn't see him lurking
oscarpiastri you're not coming to the next race
⤡ ynusername WHY NOT??? IM YOUR BIGGEST SUPPORT đđť
⤡ oscarpiastri support your boyfriend
â¤ď¸ by author + logansargeant
⤡ ynusername SHHHH!!!
user wait so oscar isn't her boyfriend?
user anyone see logan in the likes???
⤡ user gotta support the homie's girlfriend
⤡ user gotta
⤡ user they aren't dating đ
user okay, but do we know FOR SURE oscar and yn are dating? they just seem like really close friends...?
⤡ user SOMEONE GETS IT
user real ones know that oscar and yn are childhood friends
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user PLEASE RESPOND TO THE RUMORS
user 1. you're dating oscar a. true b. false
user he doesn't even have the steering wheel đ
ynusername đ¤Ť
user oh my god im gonna faint, tell oscar and logan i love them
oscarpiastri you had the wheel
ynusername stupid, american cars amiright đ¤Ł
oscarpiastri sure
ynusername okay no need for the attitude mr. im a formula 1 driver and am too cool for my BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!
oscarpiastri go bother your BOYFRIEND
ynusername okay
ynusername ...
ynusername you're supposed to feel bad
oscarpiastri đđđ
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ynusername my american boy <3
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user the random middle of the day hard launch
⤡ user but im not complaining
logansargeant my kangaroo <3
⤡ ynusername EXCUSE ME???
⤡ logansargeant đ
⤡ ynusername okay american eagle
oscarpiastri finally putting an end to the rumours i see
⤡ ynusername well you weren't going to do it so someone had to
⤡ oscarpiastri i thought it was common knowledge that i had a girlfriend that wasn't you
⤡ ynusername osc...im gonna hold your hand when i tell you this
⤡ oscarpiastri dont touch me
user the sass from oscar đđ
⤡ user i know rightđđŤŁ
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logansargeant i love my aussie side
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user ON MY CELLULAR DEVICE???
oscarpiastri i thought i was your aussie side mate
⤡ logansargeant oh no, you are dw
⤡ ynusername probably why he put a picture of oscar in the hard launch
⤡ logansargeant you put one in the soft launch
⤡ ynusername fair point
user i was not expecting this (i was indeed expecting it)
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I JUST READ You Were Never What I Wanted AND NOW I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE
IT WAS SO GOOD
IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART (if u decide to post it)
YOURE WRITING IS AMAZING <333
Yall ask and yall shall receive! Part 1 link if you need it <3
But I Need You Now (You Were Never What I Wanted, Part 2) (LN4)
Summary: In the aftermath of Lando and Y/n, Lando makes it his personal mission to show Y/n that it wasnât fake. Their PR stunt mightâve started out as a lie, but it was love for him and he knows it was for her too.
Warnings: language, angsty, FLUFF AT THE END BITCHES AS AN APOLOGY FOR THE HELL I PUT YOU THROUGH WITH THESE TWO-PARTERS, sexual conversations
Note: see what I did with the title⌠đ You were never what I wanted, but I need you now đ¤ also i made this less angsty as an apology again đš
Y/n goes home for a few days.
The news spreads throughout the paddock like a virus, being whispered in every personâs ear. When it gets back to Lando, he stands in the midst of the chaos in McLarenâs garage.
Jon leaves his hand on Landoâs shoulder in a comforting manner, knowing something happened between them, but not knowing the specific details.
âShe left?â He says lowly, voice wavering as he tries to gain control of it.
Jon nods, âIâm afraid so.â
âWhat about the race?â He asks, hands clenching at his sides.
âSheâs having the reserve driver take her place. You know that.â Jon gives him a confused look.
Lando shakes his head, âNo, I get that, but how could she just give up on it?â
Jon sighs and Lando can tell his trainer doesnât want to tell him the next bit of information. He does anyway, âI heard she was pretty distraught after that gala a week ago. Apparently, she was sobbing and the valet had to help her call a cab. She was a mess, I gather, no one knows why.â
I do, he thinks. I know why, Lando thinks.
Lando abandons the conversation, not wanting to hear anymore about the girl he loves.
She plagues his dreams, his nightmares, his delusions, his thoughts, he doesnât need her to infiltrate his life anymore.
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âWhatâs the problem?â He asks an hour later when Jon treats him like heâs about to have a mental breakdown at any moment.
His trainer eyes him suspiciously, gently, âNothing,â
Lando groans, arms flying out beside him before smacking down back at his sides, âJon, cut the bullshit. Youâve been treating me like Iâm a fucking baby all day. Why?â
Jon sighs, turning to look at him before grabbing his arm and pulling them out of the garage. Jon forces them into a random hallway always away from the commotion and publicity, looking at Lando softly, âWhat happened between you and Y/n?â
Suddenly, Landoâs defensive. The mention of her name makes his skin crawl and his heart clench, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYou two were dating.â
Lando rolls his eyes, âWe were not dating. We were a PR stunt. You know that, Jon.â
Jon stares him down, âYou two were dating.â
The meaning of his words hits Lando, what Jon truly is trying to address. Heâs drowning in the mistakes of his own actions and the love he developed for her, no way to explain his way out of the situation with Jon looking at him knowingly.
He folds his arms over his chest, âMaybe in the end.â
Jonâs face scrunches up in confusion, âIn the end? Of course, you were. Did you sleep together?â
âFuck, no!â Lando yelps, astonishment at Jonâs bluntness, a trait the man has never had when it came to his romantic relationships.
Jon shakes his head, confusion deepening, âThen how the fuck did you two end up where you are? How did you end up in this mess? Which you still have not told me about.â
He sighs, head falling to stare at his shoes, âI fell in love with her. She fell in love with me. Well, at least I think.â
Jon, the man so incredibly lost, looks blankly at Lando, âYou fell in love. With Y/n. Y/l/n. The woman you used to absolutely detest. The woman who used to hate your guts. You two fell in love with each other?â
Lando nods, âI know how it sounds, but it happened.â
Jonâs head tilts to the side, âOkay, and what happened the night of the gala?â
Jon sees the shift of Landoâs demeanor, his entire body running cold with images of her walking out on him. The boyâs body running cold, he tries to get through the night that ruined it all, âEverything was fine in the beginning. We were just talking to a bunch of donors. You know, we got so many that night. Anyways, we were at the bar and being stupid as always, getting drunk, when Lu showed up.â
âLu as is your ex?â Jon clarifies.
Lando nods, âYeah, so she came up to us and we just got to talking. She mentioned the fact that we still talk.â
Jonâs mouth falls open, âYou and Lu still talk?!â
âNot anymore, not after the gala. She basically cut off contact with me because she âhated the way it made her feel when she saw the look on Y/nâs faceâ. But, at that time, we had been. I shouldâve told Y/n when we started getting serious, but I didnât and that came back to bite me in the ass because she was so betrayed, Jon.â
âSo, she walked out of the gala because she was angry about you and Lu?â
âYeah, she basically told me I didnât care about her in the way she thought I had, which wasnât true. I told her I loved her and then shit just went completely downhill after that.â
Jonâs hand squeezes Landoâs arm, âYou told her you loved her?â
Thereâs a flash of sadness in Landoâs eyes and Jon knows itâs because of the painful rejection. Heâs learning that Y/n mightâve started out as one of the people Lando cared about the least, but she had quickly become the center of his entire world.
âOf course, I did. But, she didnât believe me. I donât blame her too! The start of our relationship was built specifically on hatred. We never wanted anything to do with each other and then, all of a sudden, we were kissing and it was feeling like something more.â
A silence passes before Lando whispers, âSometimes I wish I never wouldâve met her.â
Jon chuckles, âYouâve said that before.â
Lando scoffs, âYeah, but that was because I hated her. This is because I canât deal with the fact that she left me.â
âHave you tried to talk to her?â Jon inquires, eyes roaming Landoâs face in search of an answer.
âNo,â Lando responds, grief and remorse soaking his tone.
âWell, maybe thatâs where you need to start.â Jon smiles.
âIn order to do what?â Landoâs lost on the insinuation.
âIn order to get her back.â
Itâs heartbreaking the way Lando stares up at Jon as if heâd just single-handedly restored all senses of hope and happiness into his body, âYou think I can do that?â
âI think that you and her loved each other too much to let it go to waste this way.â
Maybe youâre right, he thinks. Maybe I need to find out for myself, he thinks.
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Y/n, the girl he hated so much for the love she made him feel, was locked up in her room of her childhood home, information Lando gained from her mother who he had called quietly. It was the first time they had spoken, but it wasnât the first time she had heard of him. Her daughter had shown up in the middle of the night, sobbing to her over a boy and berating herself for allowing a man to hurt her in the way he had.
However, with the undying kindness Y/n shared, she had patiently heard Lando out as he explained to her the feelings he harbored for her daughter. Strong words of love had persuaded her into giving Lando their address and giving him permission to come. After all, she saw the way her daughterâs Lock Screen lit up with a loving picture of them every time Y/n got a notification. She clocked the picture as the room where Y/n had been hospitalized after her crash, Lando laying on the bed beside her with his arm wrapped safely around her shoulders, a kiss to her cheek as she smiled at the camera.
Bags packed and in hand, Lando stands in front of her house, hood pulled over his head with sunglasses shoved over his eyes. He takes two steps at a time, bypassing multiple steps in the process as he reaches the front door in no time.
Knocking on the wood, Lando waits patiently before the lock is turning and her mother is appearing before him. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, she smiles softly at him, a smile resembling the one Y/n had adorned him with before he made her feel less than the most important person in his life.
âHi, Ms. Y/l/n. Thank you for this.â He says quietly, not wanting Y/n to hear him and get scared.
She nods at him, opening the door and letting him step in, âAs much as you hurt my daughter, I think this space is effecting her worse.â
He lingers in the doorway, nerves getting to him as he stares at the steps in front of him, steps he assumes would lead him to her.
Her mother notices his eyes, âSheâs up there if you want to go.â
He takes a step toward them, but takes on back and looks at her with tension in his face, âDo you think sheâll want to see me?â
Her motherâs head moves side to side, âI think, at first, sheâll be mad, but sheâll warm up. I know she still loves you, thatâs still there.â
He nods, âWhat should I say?â
His words relay quietly and her mother lays a hesitant hand on his arm, âWhy are you here? Why are you fighting for her?â
His answer comes easily, âBecause I love her. Because, after years of hating each other, I realize that I never truly, fully hated her. I hated that she was better than me and the fact that she was winning races more than I was, but I never hated her. I never gave her a chance to show me who she was and it took someone forcing us to be together for me to see how amazing she is. Iâm remorseful for that, of course, but Iâm happy it happened. If it hadnât, I wouldnât have realized the happiness that was standing in front of me all along.â
Her mother smiles brightly at him, âTell her that.â
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The door creaks as Lando pushes it open, head poking in to see her laying with her back to him.
âMom, can I just have some time alone right now?â Her broken voice whispers, curling further into herself as Lando steps in and closes the door.
He doesnât say anything, opting to walk over to her bed and sit down. The mattress is larger, putting space between them so heâs not touching her.
âI can hear you breathing. Please leave.â She says again, this time pleading desperately.
Lando exhales before lifting his hand and laying it on her hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles lovingly. He feels her body tense, her head looking down to inspect the fingers wrapped around her skin.
She pulls away quickly, sitting up and whipping her head around to meet his eyes.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?! You should be at the race!â She yells at him, shifting farther away from him.
He hates how tired she looks, how puffy her eye bags are from a mixture of exhaustion and tears. His body turns to completely face hers, his leg being pulled onto the bed, âYour mom gave me the address and I got the reserve driver to cover for me.â
Y/n scoffs, âOkay, why would my mother do that?â
âBecause she knows I love you.â
Y/nâs eyes glaze over, iciness translating in her every move, âHow would she know that?â
âI called her.â He states simply, watching her eyebrows stitch together.
Her head tilts, âHow did you get her number?â
âFrom Nick.â
Y/n body rears back, âMy trainer?! You coerced my trainer into giving you my motherâs phone number?! Are you fucking crazy?!â
âFor you, yes.â He smiles softly. His comment earns an eye roll.
âY/n, just listen to me.â He begins, but Y/n raises her hands in objection.
âNo, Lando. Leave me alone. I appreciate the effort, but leave.â Her hands push his arms, doing nothing to move him.
He gently takes her hands in his and shifts closer to her, âNo. Iâm not leaving until you hear what I have to say.â
Knowing how stubborn he is, Y/n sits back and gestures for him to continue.
âWhen I first met you, I hated the success you had.â He starts.
Y/n laughs, âWhat a great start!â
âLet me finish.â He states, âI hated the success you had and I was dumb enough, young enough to think that meant I hated you too. So, I spent years resenting everything that had to do with you. I never gave myself one moment to reflect on the reasoning for my dislike of you. If I had, we wouldnât be here right now. Part of me hates that, hates that I spent so much time treating you in a way you never deserved, but another part of me, the part that has fallen so hard for you, is happy it didnât. If I had realized that I was just jealous of the race wins you were claiming, I wouldâve been cordial with you, never getting close enough to get to know who you are out of the envy I held against you. If it had gone down that way, I wouldâve never gotten to meet you. And I mean the person you really are, underneath all the PR trained, guarded skin. I wouldâve never fallen in love with you, never experienced you and the happiness you have provided me with. It took us so long to get here, through hurtful insults and screaming matches, I canât let you slip through my fingers, your love with it, because of my stupid mistakes. I wonât let that happen.â
Y/n stays quiet after he completes his last sentence, staring at him as she decides what she wants to do next.
Softly, she says, âWhy didnât you tell me about Lu?â
He sighs disappointedly, âI donât know. Truthfully, I didnât think it meant that much. In my head, I didnât love her. I was just ending a relationship on good terms. I didnât think far enough to get to you. Iâm sorry for that. If I could go back and sit you down, explain to you what Lu and I were doing, the fact that it meant nothing compared to what I feel towards you, I would. You deserve that conversation. I donât know if that means anything to you, but I hope it does. She was never going to mean the same thing to me as she had before after I first kissed you. Truthfully, she never did mean the same thing to me as you do. Iâve never felt this way for anyone before.â
Y/n nods slowly, gathering her thoughts, âWhen did you start loving me? When did it stop being hate? Because that night at the gala, at the end of our conversation, you hated me again.â
Lando shakes his head, âFirst of all, I didnât hate you that night. I was just hurt and it translated to something ugly, which I canât apologize enough for. Second of all, I donât know when I genuinely started loving you, but I know I realized it when you crashed. When I was running throughout the paddock, I could not get away from the heavy pit in my stomach that only pointed toward one thing, I knew that. I tried to push it away, tried to forget about it, but when I saw you laying there, bandaged and alive, it just hit me. I loved that you were still there, I loved the relief that spread through me, I loved the happiness I felt when I saw you breathing, and, then, I just loved you. It built exactly like that. I was just listing the things, in my head, I adored about the moment in order to get away from the severity of it, and then it was just you. You, you, you, you.â
Y/nâs small smile graces his eyes and he moves closer to her, sitting with his legs folded on the bed and his hands over her thighs. The two of them breathe each other in before Y/n is shuffling closer to him. His arms immediately move from her legs to snake around her torso, folding open his legs and pulling her into him. She lays her shoulder against his chest, her head falling to the side to nuzzle in his neck as her legs spread in front of her, lying over his thigh. She plays with the hem of his hoodie as he kisses her temple, laying his head on top of hers.
âYou know, I love you too.â She says into his neck. A warmth spreads through Lando, happiness buzzing all the way down to his toes at her confession.
Itâs all heâs ever wanted to hear, âI had an inkling.â
She lightly smacks his stomach, giggling, âDonât be a smart ass.â
Just as heâs about to rebuttal, his phone begins vibrating harshly in his back pocket. His arm reaches around to pull it out, Jonâs face illuminating the screen.
Y/n laughs, âCan I answer it?â
The idea makes him shine with pride, knowing Jon will be proud to hear Landoâs gotten his girl back. So, he plops the phone in her lap with a smile.
Clicking the green button, Y/n puts it on speaker.
âLando? Did you get there okay? Have you spoken to her yet?â Jonâs rushed voice says quickly.
Y/n gives Lando a playful look before answering, âHe got here okay.â
Thereâs a silence before Jon is cackling, âAHA! IS HE THERE?! LANDO, I TOLD YOU!â
The couple laughs at his antics, Lando moving closer to the speaker to say, âIâm here and Iâm starting to think I should listen to you more.â
Thereâs shuffling on the other end of the phone before they hear Jon screaming to, what they assume is, the entire McLaren garage, âLANDO AND Y/N, GUYS!â
Again, silence, murmuring even, before the entire room erupts in cheers. Lando can hear itâs just his crew, the group of men knowing how much it stressed Lando out to have her mad at him, the reason she was, they didnât know.
Y/n and Lando break into tears over their laughter at the men on the other end of the phone. Itâs therapeutic to see her laughing in his arms again, a sight Lando didnât think he would see again.
Sheâs leaning into him as the men continue to cheer, holding him as her body racks with laughter and all he can do is hold her closer, tighter.
He holds her like sheâll leave him again if he lets go, a thought he knows is so preposterous. Because sheâs got her eyes closed, blissed out in his presence and he can see the lines of tension wither away.
Sheâs safe with him, she shows that through the way she hugs him and softly kisses the side of his neck when he ends the call.
When the noise stops and quietness envelopes them, the couple is left with just each other. He lays them down, her body relaxing into him as she murmurs how much sleep sheâs lost over their dispute.
He whispers back, âGo to sleep, then, love. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
He watches her eyes flutter close, her head falling further into the crook of his neck when she crosses the line between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Landoâs not tired, however, only laying down with her because heâs not ready to let her go yet. His eyes wander around her childhood room, pictures of a toddler Y/n winning karting races and different championships. Her toothy grin is a charming sight, a look she hasnât lost in the years of her growth since then.
After inspecting and finding nothing, but more things to love about her, Landoâs eyes avert back to her sleeping form. He brushes the hair out of her face lightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before whispering against it, âAt first, you werenât what I wanted, but I absolutely need you now.â
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9.1 Lily
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary:Â Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.
Warnings:Â (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,
Word Count:Â 1.8k
Previously On...: You spent a lovely day at the Compound with Bucky, even if he did tell you he thinks you should stop having sex so you can focus on getting to know one another better.
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Lily paced in the empty common room as she waited for Bucky to get back to the Compound from wherever heâd been when sheâd texted him. She was furious. She was more than furious. She was enraged. After all the work sheâd put into preparing their âfriendâ date, he had the gall to stand her up, and not let her know until fifteen minutes after he was supposed to pick her up! What kind of a friend did something like that?
And then! When one of her recruits had come in after lunch, telling everyone who would listen how heâd seen Bucky Barnes ride off the compound grounds on his motorcycle with âa hot piece of assâ on the bike behind him, and that the âpiece of assâ was wearing one of Buckyâs Henleys? How the fuck was she supposed to take that, if not a blatant slap to the face of their relationship? It was all her recruits could talk about for the next twenty minutes, gossiping like a bunch of little old ladies with absolutely nothing better to do with their time.
Until Lily made them run ten miles.
She couldnât believe he was doing this to her. Risking their four years of friendship.
And all for what? Some random slag? Was he really that desperate to get his dick wet? Fuck, sheâd be more than willing to help him out with that if heâd just ask her. Why was he being so difficult?
She stopped mid-turn when she heard the sound of the elevator doors opening. Spinning on her heel, she watched as Bucky exited and made his way slowly into the common room, looking like a man about to walk into his execution. Good, she thought. Let him feel ashamed for humiliating me like that.
âHey, Lil,â he said when heâd finally reached her.
âDonât you âhey, Lilâ me,â she said, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. âWhat you did last night was really hurtful, Jamesâ
âI said I was sorry, Lil,â he protested with a sigh, hands thrust deep into his pockets. âI didnât mean to bail on youâ itâs just⌠she was willing to give me another chance after I fucked it up yesterday morning. I didnât want to risk blowing it.â
Lily scoffed. âSo, you decided that impressing some random hookup was more important than keeping plans you made with your best friend of the last four years?â
âSheâs not a random hookup, Lil,â Bucky said, his voice rising slightly. âI told youâ I really like this one. I want this to work out between us.â
Lily rolled her eyes. âSo, what? Her vagina is so magic youâre gonna let it turn you into a shitty friend?â
Bucky seemed taken aback by that, and Lily began pacing again. âLil?â He cleared his throat, the sound stopping her in her tracks. âIs the reason youâre so bothered by this because⌠because you have feelings for me?â
Lily could feel all the blood drain from her face, and she was grateful not to be facing him because she knew sheâd look as white as a ghost and completely give herself away.Â
âItâs okay if you do,â Bucky said into her silence. âIâd never invalidate your feelings, but you have to know that I donââ
âEgo trip much, Jamie?â Lily asked, turning around and giving the cheeriest fake laugh she could muster at a time like this. âYouâre my best friend. I mean, I love you, but only as a friend. Donât be ridiculous.â
She watched in dismay as a weight seemed to be visibly lifted off of Buckyâs shoulders as he leaned against one of the couches; his entire demeanor seeming lighter at her denial, and she was so glad she hadnât been honest with him. If she had confessed how she felt and he had outright rejected her⌠Well, she didnât know what she would do, but she knew it wouldnât be pretty.
âWhy would you even ask me such a thing?â she prodded, attempting to hide the desperation in her voice to know how the seed had been planted. âHonestly, how did that idea even get into your head?â
Bucky shrugged. âYou just never seem to like any of the girls I date,â he said. âI thought that mightâve been why.â
Lily scoffed. âI canât help it that your taste in women is terrible, Jamie,â she said, and felt a twinge of satisfaction when he flinched at her words. âAnd if Iâm not mistaken, Iâve yet to be wrong about a single one of them in the end, no matter how great they seemed at the beginning. But that doesnât mean that I want to be with you.â
She was lying to him through her teeth, and she knew that she should feel bad about it, but right now, nothing seemed more imperative than to protect herself from his rejection.
âI donât care how much you like this girl, Jamie,â she went on. âIt was still an asshole move to leave me hanging so that you could go fuck some slut you barely know.â
âHey,â he said, rising to his full height and using a tone of voice that he had never used on her before. An angry tone. âI admit, taking off like that and not giving you more warning was not my finest moment, and I am sorry that I hurt your feelings, I really am. But she is not a slut, and I wonât let you call her that.â
Lily blinked at him for a few beats, her mouth hanging open in shock. He had never, not once in the entire four years of their friendship, raised his voice in anger toward her before. It was a little frightening.
And kind of hot.
âOkay,â she said with a sigh, trying to make her voice sound contrite while hoping for maximum pity at the same time. âIâm sorry. Look, I donât want to fight with you. It just made me feel like you didnât care about me. Like I donât matter to you the second something better comes along.âÂ
Bucky walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. âLil,â he said, giving it a gentle squeeze, âyou know thatâs not true. Youâre one of the most important people in my life. I messed up, and Iâm sorry. Let me make it up to you.â
âI feel like youâve been saying that to me a lot lately, Jamie,â she said, and was rewarded when she saw him look away from her in shame. Sheâd cut him a little bit of slack. âHow do you plan on making it up to me this time?â she asked with a smile.
Buckyâs entire face lit up, and Lilyâs breath hitched. God, but he was beautiful when he smiled at her like that. âI was actually thinking,â he began, moving around the room as he grew excited, âthat since I got you so pissed off, what better to get it out of your system than to go destroy some shit at The WarZone?â
Lily just stared at him, shocked. âThatâs the place owned by that bitch Natasha invited to the bar on Friday, isnât it?â
Bucky slowly nodded. âUh, yeah⌠Major⌠Her nameâs Major.â
Lily scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. âSeriously, Bucky? After the way she treated me that night? You canât honestly expect me to patronize her establishment after the way she humiliated me in front of all of our friends!?â
Bucky frowned at her, and Lily felt something in her stomach twist at his expression. âShe didnât embarrass you, Lil,â he said. âShe was just responding to something you said to her first.â
âWell, I donât care if thatâs how you see it,â Lily said defensively. âShe was still a nasty bitch to me. I donât want to have anything to do with her, and Iâm sure as shit not going to hang out with you in the business she runs.â
Bucky sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. âLil,â he said, as though it were paining him, âitâs really important to me that you make an effort to get along with Major.â
Lily rolled her eyes. âJamie, how could it be that important for me to get along with a random girl you just met the otherââ The realization crashed over her like a ton of bricks. âOh,â was all she could say.
Bucky blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. âYeah,â he said almost bashfully. âMajorâs the girl Iâve been talking about, Lil. Sheâs the one I went to see last night.â
Lilyâs stomach soured at the realization that Bucky had been sneaking around, lying to her these last few days, in order to go see that fucking bitch. âIââ she began. âYou had sex with her Friday night, after you brought her home, didnât you?â
Bucky nodded, not meeting her eye. He had lied to her face, again.
âI honestly canât believe youâd put some slut you just met over your best friend, Jamie. That makes this whole thing even worse!â
âShe is not a slut, Lily,â Bucky said, his voice clipped in renewed anger. âDonât you dare call her that!â
âWell, what do you call a girl who sleeps with a guy sheâs only known for a couple of hours? Would you prefer âtramp,â or âfloozyâ? Something more in line with your times?â
âI had sex with her after only knowing her for a couple of hours,â Bucky said. âSo, I guess you think Iâm a slut, too.â
Lilyâs eyes went wide at the implication of her words. âOf⌠of course not, Bucky. I would never insinuateââ
âThereâs no difference between what she and I did, because we did it together,â he said. âSo, either were both sluts, or neither one of us are.â
This conversation was getting horribly out of Lilyâs control. âLook,â she said eventually, trying to get things back on track. If she had any hope of surviving this, she was going to have drastically change her tactics. âI donât even actually care if you slept with her after only knowing her a few hours.â Oh, but she did, she reminded herself. âIâm pissed because ever since youâve met this girl, it feels like youâve done nothing but lie to me and toss me aside. Thatâs not the Jamie I know, and frankly, your behavior is concerning me.â
Buckyâs face softened, his anger dissipating at her words. âYouâre right, Lil. Iâve been a dick, and I promise you, the lying is done. And Iâm gonna be more considerate when it comes to communicating with you if I have to cancel plans,â he said.
Lilyâs jaw twitched at his choice of words. Not âI wonât cancel on you again,â or even âI wonât let this new girl come between us.�� Just a veiled threat that he would bail on her for Major, again and again. She was going to have to play this game very, very carefully if she had any hope of actually breaking them up. That meant, for now, keeping him on her side.
âThank you, Jamie,â she said, plastering on a hundred watt smile. âYou donât know what that means to me.â
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Happy Birthday Bitch
Min Yoongi or Suga or Agust D x male reader, haters to lovers
The birthday boy
Stuff: Swearing, bottom reader, top Suga, sub reader, dom Suga, homophobic Suga but it's ok it's internalized, kissing but like aggressive, hate fucking, doggystyle, male reader, dick sucking (Suga receiving), creampie, kinda gay ngl, non-idol au, college au.
Word Count: 1,509
Summary: You and Min really hate each other. Anyway, he is having a birthday party and your friend invited you. Then the birthday boy demands his present from you or something.
Notes: sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, I just didn't really want to. Also fun fact, Suga used to be my least favorite member, I just thought that he was kind of boring compared to the other ones, but then I saw him rap in the Butter music video and had an epiphany of biblical proportion. Oh and Happy Birthday Suga.
It is moments like these that make you really hate your friends. Not only are they attending HIS party, but those butt sluts also invited you to come along. Those bitches were fully aware of your utter disdain for that fucking shit eating brainless fucking fucker, and yet they asked if you wanted to go. You said yes nonetheless but that is not the point.
You could never say no to a fun party, and the prospect of getting railed tonight was admittedly very pleasant sounding. You were aware that even though you hated the guy, he was very popular for some reason that you could never grasp.
He was just another dude who had nearly no personality or substance. A dumb look on his face that makes all the stupid bitches fawn over for some reason. Like he is not even that hot, sure he has an ab or two but that is it.
These thoughts kept swimming through your mind as you opened the door to the party that you could hear from miles away. As you walked in the smell of alcohol and the sight of random flashing lights was almost enough for you to pass out, the parties should be, which is almost even more angering that it came from HIM.
You were a little late because you only decided a few minutes ago that you were actually going. You made your way to the previously mentioned asshole friends that were invited to this place, but you were stopped by the man of the hour himself, Min Yoongi.
"I thought I had a no fags allowed rule." Yoongi stated, laughing at his own lazy "joke" if you can even call it that. The sudden appearance makes you jump, causing him to laugh more.
"Ew why are you talking to me!" You remarked disgustingly. "Don't you have other people to bother?"
"None as fun as you." He said, the shit eating smirk already on his face.
"Get a life." You snap at him, growing angrier every second you are in his presence. Almost walking away until he walks right in front of you, stopping your escape.
"Why are you even here?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.
"You invited the whole school you stupid bitch." You responded aggressively, wanting this fucker gone.
"Fucking cock sucker." He exclaimed, laughing once again.
"Was that supposed to be an insult because you're just stating the obvious." You responded matter-of-factly, causing his laugh to stop and his face to solidify. "Or are you trying to start something?" You then winked at him, enjoying the uncomfortable silence he is giving you.
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He questioned back, his frustration growing as he stared daggers at you.
"Are you ever enjoyable to be around?" You asked, already knowing the answer being no. You try to walk away again but he grabs my arm and whispers in your ear.
"Why don't I make you." He started calmly. His voice actually sounded hot? Whatever it was, it did something to you. Confusion stirs inside of you as your mind races, though the inner turmoil is cut short when you feel something poking into your ass, already aware of what it is.
You let out a quick gasp, Min Yoongi, the man who hates you the most out of anyone you have ever known, is it hard for you? and you are getting turned by it? This must be a dream. Pinch me now.
"I'm going to do way worse." Yoongi stated. Wait, did he hear you, did you let that slip. What the fuck is happening. These thoughts spread through your mind, all of the noises and people all around you die down, Yoongi being the only thing on your mind.
"Let's go somewhere more... private." He ordered before taking your arm and leading you to his room
He brings you to his room, locks the door, and slams you into it, desperately kissing you.
His lips feel surprisingly good with your own, soft yet solid enough to leave quite the impact. You kiss him back just as desperately, your hands already going to take his shirt off, which he helps you with. Once it is off his lips crash right back on to yours where they belong.
He starts to become even more needy, diving his tongue into your mouth and exploring every part he can. His hands take your ass in vice grip as yours explore his broad and muscly torso, following each tone of his body.
"I still hate you." He said between tongue entanglements.
"Ditto." You said before diving right back in, but his hand stops you.
You let out muffled wails of confusion and frustration until he finally justifies himself. "I think your mouth can be used for more important things." was the last he said before bringing you to your knees.
Being an experienced little diva, you know exactly what to do. You strip his pants and boxers off in a single swipe. His throbbing member was already begging for your attention, you hated the guy but had to admit that he was packing some serious artillery.
Your hands begin to work on his shaft, pumping it slowly up and down while giving the tip light kisses, but that wasn't enough for him. So he shoves your head straight down onto his massive cock.
You take him so easily, his cock already all the way in. You begin moving your head up and down his length, the tip hitting your throat every time.
"God you're fucking good! I guess you had to be at something." He groaned, you respond by nipping him a little bit, which he responds with by fully fucking your throat.
He grabs your hair tightly and goes to mother fucking town. Thrusting his hips into your mouth, almost making you cum just from this, the thought of this monster going in your ass scares you so much it is sexual.
He finally starts emptying his balls into your throat, taking you off his dick. He doesn't even have to ask you to swallow before you have already done so.
"Fucking whore." He said as he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Wasting no time with taking off your clothes, literally ripping your shirt in half.
"Hey!" You yell.
"You won't be going anywhere for a while, so shut the fuck up and get on your hands and knees." He demanded unapologetically.
You do exactly as he says, wanting to get fucked by his massive cock so badly it almost hurts.
He wastes no time with foreplay, only giving you one quick kiss which was surprisingly sweet, a spank, and he was off. He plunged is dick into you, bottoming out in one quick thrust.
Tears spilled from your eyes, but you can think about that right now when he is already going full force, fucking your ass like a semi-truck, that actually would be gentler.
He has a death grip on your hips that will absolutely bruise, he also keeps spanking your ass repeatedly leaving it bright red, his teeth also leaving love bites all over your neck, but you cannot thing about any of that when he is pounding into so hard, leaving all other sensations feel like child's play.
You would say that Yoongi is only chasing his own pleasure but then he starts pumping your painfully hard dick. He also occasionally plays with your sensitive nipples, how kind.
The sounds of Yoongi's groans and skin hitting skin is nothing compared to the sound of your moans filling the room and probably the house itself, oh yeah there was a party going on.
The thing on your mind is Yoongi's hand pulling your hair, the other gripping your ass, his lips leaving light kisses and love bits on your neck, his crashing into you, and his ass deeply hitting your ass.
"God fucking dammit, you take me so well pretty boy." He complimented, waited, complemented. Did Min Yoongi himself just give you a compliment, and call you a pretty boy? What the fuck is happening.
"I'm close, I'm going to cum right into you." He stated.
He pulls you back, so your back is touching his chest and pulls you into a deep kiss. Unlike the ones earlier where it was all sexual, this felt almost loving, like the one he gave you before permanently ruining your insides.
That was all you needed before shooting ropes of cum onto the mattress. He follows suit right into you, filling your insides with hot cum.
You crash onto the mattress, completely fucked out of your mind. Yoongi gets off the bed and leaves, good riddance you think.
Until he comes back with a rag to clean you up. He tosses it and gets right into his bed with you. Yoongi pulls you up and lays your head on his chest, giving you one quick kiss on the forehead.
"Best. Present. Ever." He said.
"Happy birthday bitch."
THE END
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Sam Kiszka x Reader Temptations
Summary: After a concert with your shitty boyfriend, a trip backstage with Sam doesn't seem too bad?
Word Count: 7.5k
Taglist for Oneshots
A/N: First off, we are veryyyy sorry. Marley and I have had the busiest summers everrr. But we are back at school! Which means we can grind on this tumblr account again! We started this during the summer and just have now finished it, along with LAYLOM and many more one shots which we plan on posting. We hope you take this one shot as an apology. Expect more to come very soon!!!! Love, Sam and Marley <3
Warnings: 18+, Slight cheating (this will not be for everyone) SMUT, penetrative sex, fingering, degrading, hickeys, dirty talk, slight submissive/dom, flirting, slapping, mentions of pregnancy, slight coercion.
PRECEDE WITH CAUTION. THIS IS NOT FOR EVERYONE!
Y/N's POV
It was your boyfriendâs idea to go out tonight. He said something about âbeing in a new city and having to hit up all the hot spotsâ. But you couldnât really care less. You were more excited about the concert you two would be attending tomorrow. But him being the sweetest boy he is, you caved and somehow ended up in this random bar in Charleston.
You are sitting beside your boyfriend, Lucas, at the barstools lining the bar sipping on a margarita. You fiddle with the hem of your floral sundress, just barely paying attention to Lucasâs aimless chatter. You werenât bored per say, but youâd rather be cuddled up in the hotel room watching some cheesy movie.Â
âYou excited for the concert tomorrow?â Lucas asks after taking a sip of his beer, a smile plastered across his tanned face. He runs his hand through his chestnut hair, gorgeous blue eyes piercing right through you. Man, are you lucky. Even after a rocky year and a half this man still somehow manages to give you butterflies.Â
âOf course I am. I have been looking forward to it for the past six months.â Six excruciatingly long months of waiting. You take another sip of your drink before continuing, âThank you for buying the tickets, honey.â You smile at him, reaching your hand out to rub his arm.
He had purchased the tickets as an anniversary gift, and it was arguably one of the best presents you had ever received, seeing that most of his gifts were half-assed. He knew how much you loved Greta Van Fleet and was thoughtful enough to get tickets as soon as they went on sale.Â
âOf course baby. Anything for the best girl in the world. Iâm super pumped too ya know.â He lifts your hand off of his arm, bringing it to his mouth to place a light kiss on it. He places it back down on your thigh, his hand lingering on yours.Â
You give him a look of warning, but he still proceeds trailing his hand up your inner thigh.Â
âLucas, come on. Weâre in public, have some decency.â You peel his hand off of you, placing it back in his own lap.Â
âStop being such a bitch, canât you ever have fun?â He snaps back with a roll of his eyes.Â
You shrug off his hostile words, because it was nothing you werenât used to. A few minutes pass by, neither of you talking to the other.Â
Youâre starting to get a little hungry, so you convince Lucas to order some appetizers. You both decide on some mozzarella sticks and fried pickles. As he is grabbing the bartender's attention, you hear the door open.Â
It wasnât a super busy bar, you always tried to find little hidden gems in the area and this was one of them. As the door opens, four very familiar looking men come walking through the door.
Holy shit.Â
Greta Van Fleet is walking into the bar you are in, and no one even knows who they are. They make their way to the bar and not a single person bats an eye. You blink a few times just to make sure your eyes arenât deceiving you. Nope, not deceiving.Â
You stare off into space, trying to stay calm about the situation at hand but you are quickly caught.Â
âY/n. Y/n? Are you listening?â Waving his hand in front of your face.Â
You snap yourself out of your trance. âYeah. Yeah, it's just uh⌠I think Greta Van Fleet just walked in.â His eyes widen as he whips around in the barstool to look over his shoulder.Â
âThat's definitely them babe, go over say something.â
âNo no no, I am not doing that. They probably donât want to be botheredâ You shake your head.Â
Lucas smiles at you, knowing how nervous you are just being in the same room as them.
âWhat if I go with you?â He reaches to his left, grabbing your hands in his.Â
âOkay fine, but you have to stay with me.â You stand up from the bar seat, feeling as if you could fall over at any moment. Your shaky legs start making their way over to them, you can hear Lucasâs steps from behind you.Â
They are within six feet now, your heart is pounding in your chest. Now or never. You decide to approach Sam first considering he looked to be the one least occupied.Â
âHey, youâre Sam from Greta Van Fleet.â Your mouth somehow forms the words.Â
Sam turns towards you, giving you a slow look up and down before saying a thing, but his body said so much. âI am, you can call me Sammy though, beautiful. Whatâs your name?â
âUm, Y/n.â You were feeling your cheeks burn hotter and hotter with each second passing. Beautiful? What the actual fuck.Â
âAh, nice to meet you y/n, and whatâs your brother's name?â
âOh, uh, heâs my boyfriend. This is Lucas.â Lucas reaches his hand out to shake Samâs, and Sam returns with a weak, uninterested shake back.Â
âHa, well I assumed you were related, seeing that you look similar.â Youâve never gotten that one before. âI mean you would have gotten the good genes if it was true.â What is up with this guy?Â
âSo are you from around here?â He looks directly at you, only wanting your answer.
âNo, we're not, we're from Virginia. Weâre just visiting for the concert actually.â You smile, feeling bashful that youâre talking to the Sam Kiszka right now.
âOhh, thatâs awesome. Hey boys, this lovely lady is going to be at our concert tomorrow.â He says to the rest of them, pointing at you. Lucas is still awkwardly standing behind you.
âHow wonderful, where will you be sitting?â Josh asks, reaching out to softly shake your hand.Â
âWell we wonât be on the floor, if it was up to me we would be but Lucas got the tickets for our anniversary. But we're still pretty close, on the left third row up.â
âJeez man canât even get her closer seats.â Sam says under his breath, which is quickly shut down when Jake elbows him for his spoiled behavior.Â
Lucas just laughs at what he thinks is a joke. Poor boy, how stupid and clueless.
âOh babe I think the appetizers are coming soon, Iâll go wait for them. As long as you are okay with that?â Lucas reaches for your hand, making sure you are calm and comfortable.
âYeah, yeah Iâm good Iâll be over soon.â You smile at him as he makes his way back over. Sam on the other hand was staring him down as he made his way back to the other side of the bar.Â
You didnât know what to say to any of them, youâve dreamed of a moment like this but now that itâs actually happening you donât know what to say.Â
âUm, am I able to get a picture with all of you, this is like crazy to me.â They all nod and smile and you ask the bartender to take your picture. The boys push you to the middle, surrounding you. Sam stands directly to your left, and Jake to your right, while Josh and Danny stand on both ends.Â
Jake places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you in. As the bartender is about to take the picture Sam places a hand around your waist, pulling you in his way.Â
You feel a rush of butterflies fly through your stomach as you feel his fingers press harder into your side. After a few photos everyone disperses and takes their seat. You wanted to leave them be but also wanted to stay around a little longer.Â
âHey Sam, do you think I could get a photo with just you? I donât like picking favorites butâŚ,â you bring your hand up to his ear as if you were telling him a dirty little secret, whispering,â âŚyou're definitely mine.âÂ
With a smirk plastered across his face he stands back up grabbing the phone and handing it to Josh.Â
Just like before his large hands make its way back to the familiar spot it just was on. You lean into him, trying to look as natural as possible. After a short moment of Josh taking at least 20 photos he hands you back your phone, but Sam never lets you out of his grip. Instead he pulls you closer, his face next to your ear.
âI wanna see you after the concert tomorrow, got it?â You didnât know what to say, you stared at him thinking that you misheard. âNow go back to your âboyfriendâ and let him think you're his for one more night.â Sam releases his grip, sending you off with a smile and wave.
What? Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, not sure what to think about everything that happened in the span of only 10 minutes. You shakily walk back over to Lucas where he and your appetizers were waiting.Â
âSo how was it? I know you didnât want me to leave but you looked awfully comfortable over there.â Taking a bite of the mozzarella sticks, he's now scowling at you.
âIt was awesome! I talked to all of them and got some pictures.â You pull your phone out showing him the group photo you took, leaving your one on one photo with Sam out of the conversation.Â
âWow that's so cool, babe.â He is barely listening, sounding like he's never been more bored in his life.Â
âSo cool,â you think in your head about how you want to bring up the fact that you were asked backstage. âOh and Sam said he wants to see me after the concert.âÂ
âOh wow babe, maybe heâll wanna talk to us and we can get some autographs.â
âYeah, maybe.â You stirred your drink thinking about the events of tonight. Your heart still palpitating from the unexpected interaction from only moments ago. Much has happened on your trip to Charleston, and it has barely just begun.Â
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You stand in the foggy bathroom of the hotel room you and Lucas were staying in for the weekend. Itâs a nice, clean hotel room, nothing super spectacular though. But you didnât mind. You take a long everything shower and are feeling ready for the night.
You slip on your tight black dress, wrapping your silver belt around your waist. You decide to do your hair next, opting for some simple curls. You do a bold, glittery silver makeup look. You finally tug on your black heeled boots. You begin to walk out of the bathroom, but then remember you didnât put any perfume on. You go back into the bathroom to spray a generous amount onto your body, ya know, just in case.
You knew it was silly to think that anything would even happen between the two of you , but itâs every girl's dream. And maybe itâs bad to think while having a boyfriend but, who wouldnât have a one night stand with one of the boys, right? Itâs like a hall pass.
You rush out to the main room, not wanting to be late. Lucas is already sitting on the bed waiting for you. You grab a small bag with the necessities and check yourself over in the mirror.
You can see Lucasâs reflection in the mirror, his gaze solely focused on your ass and how it fits in your dress. âDamn, babygirl. You look smokinâ.âÂ
âThanks babe, we should probably get going. I don't want to be late.â You begin to walk over to the door to leave, but Lucas is still sitting on the bed. âYa coming?â You question him, god he can be so fucking annoying sometimes.Â
âI mean we wonât be too late, why donât you come back over?â He smirks, patting on the bed.
âNo Lucas, come on. I want to go.â You cross your arms in front of you, waiting for him.
âGod youâre so fucking insufferable sometimes y/n. A guy canât even get fucking laid?.â Lucas pushes off the bed and grabs the keys.
Lucas was very sexually driven. He always was. You both met on Tinder and all it was supposed to be was a one night stand, but it slowly turned into more. And while you loved him for how sweet he was, there was always the other side of him that you wish didn't exist.Â
âOkay Lucas, whatever. Be angry that I donât want to have fucking sex with you right now when we have somewhere to be.â You roll your eyes and roughly pull open the door leading out to the hall.Â
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After what felt like the longest drive ever, filled with silence and anger, you make it to the arena. Lucas went straight to his seat while you made your way to the merch stand. You tried to go as long as you could without having to be with him. When you heard music start to play you quickly rushed to your seat to watch the openers.Â
Your seats were good, you could see the stage perfectly. After the openers finish up, you wait anxiously in your seat for Greta to come on. You find it hard to believe youâre about to see Sam again and you wonder if he would be able to see you too. You hope he did. You also hope that he will remember what he said last night at the bar. But knowing how busy their lives are, your hope of meeting him backstage was feeling less of a reality.
You hear the orchestra music begin to lull and you know they are coming on any minute now. The moment of tension between you and Lucas subsides, and you both begin to feel the excitement.
The crowd is cheering so loudly you think your eardrums might burst. The curtain falls and suddenly there stands the man you were in a scandalous conversation with. Â
The boys take their places on stage and the opening notes ring throughout the arena. You couldnât believe how close you are to him. You knew the seats were close but this is closer than you thought.
There was a perfect view of Samâs side profile. His perfect side profile, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect fucking everything. After all the attention you had got from Sam last night you were feeling jealous of the girls closer to him. At some points you had forgotten that Lucas was even with you, until you felt his hand snake around you making you feel strange.Â
You gently shrug his hand off of you, wanting to dance and sing along without him being all over you. He immediately makes a sour face accompanied with a disbelieving scowl. He takes a large gulp of his beer, deciding to finally mind his own business. Your gaze travels right back to Sam, his hair now a little damp from his sweat.Â
He looks over at your section and you swear he gives you a flirty, little wink. Sure, maybe you are being a tad delusional but he does know where you are sitting and last night he was being quite cheeky with you.
As the show went on you shared more than a few glances, some lasting more than expected, and because of that someone was getting very jealous. Everytime Sam would look at you Lucas would roll his eyes and take a big swig of his drink. But you didnât care, you were too in the moment to realize.Â
As the show comes to an end, you take your seat, not knowing if you should leave. I mean sure Sam said he wanted to see you again, but he could just be saying that to everyone. But you couldnât lose the opportunity.Â
Lucas finishes his drink and digs the keys out of his pocket. âAlright let's go y/n, I couldnât have you before the show but I sure as hell can after.â He says giving you a flirty look.
âUm Lucas, donât you remember? Sam wanted to take me backstage. I canât miss this opportunity.â You hold your ground, crossing your arms over your chest.
âOh my god y/n give me a break. Heâs not going to do that, and even if he did I wouldnât let you. Not after all the looks you were giving him.â
âSo what Iâm gathering from that is you donât trust me?!â You furrow your eyebrows at him in pure anger. You had tried your best all night to suppress your irritation, but now he was working on your last nerve.Â
âThatâs not what I-â He starts.
âJust save it. Youâve been acting like an ass to me all night. I was just trying to enjoy the concert. Besides, this is a fucking anniversary present anyway and youâre treating me like Iâm a child.âÂ
âExcuse me ma'am.â You hear a voice come from the floor down below you. A large man in a security shirt looks up to you and Lucas. âSam Kiszka asked to see you backstage if you are willing to follow me.â
âOmg yes definitely-â You start before youâre interrupted.
âNo, y/n, you are not going.â Lucas cuts you off before you could say anymore, while grabbing onto your arm rather forcefully.Â
âUm yes I am. This is once in a lifetime Lucas, I wonât let you ruin this for me just because you're jealous and wanna go home to get your dick sucked. You can go, I'll get an Uber back to the hotel.â You grab your bag and begin to make your way to the stairs before you're grabbed again.
âYou think youâre gonna be with him all night or something? Honestly go ahead y/n. Go fuck him, you obviously want to be with him more than me tonight. I should have known you were such a bitch.â He begins to walk away and towards the exit and you just let him. He just couldnât stand being happy for you.Â
Youâd have a conversation with Lucas at some point, but you are a little more focused on the fact that Sam Kiszka is waiting for you backstage currently.Â
You turn to face the security guy with an apologetic look, âIâm so sorry about him. Iâd love to go backstage.â You give him a sweet smile in which he returns.Â
âNo problem, maâam. Follow me right this way.â He leads you down the steps onto the floor and walks you to the back of the stage. The nerves were building up as was the anticipation of seeing Sam again. And he requested to see you.
You walk past all the backstage workers beginning to pack up the stage equipment, not a trace of any Greta Van Fleet member. You still find it hard to believe this was even happening right now, and who knows what's going to happen when you reach Sam. The fact you just had a severe argument with your boyfriend only minutes ago, and not even knowing where the two of you stood at the moment, complicated things even more.Â
The security guard stops just short of a black door, labeled with the name Sam Kiszka.âFeel free to knock on the door maâam, he's just inside.â He points in the direction of the door, smiles, and then turns to walk away. He didnât even give you a chance to thank him, before he was out of sight. Youâre left alone now, in front of Samâs door. You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself before you knock.
You feel your hand shake as you bring your fist to the door, rapping your knuckles against it. After a few moments you hear the door knob jiggle. Oh my god. There he is, again.
His body still glistening with sweat as he opens the door for you, smirking looking down at you. He plops down onto the couch in the corner, patting the cushion next to him. âSit down babydoll, I wanna hear your thoughts.â You take a seat beside him. He drapes his arms across the back of the couch, brushing your hair in the process.Â
âUm It was really good. It was hard to take my eyes off you, you did amazing.â You realize his gaze on you, making you nervous and shift in your seat.
âIâm so happy you liked it.â Taking a piece of your hair, and twirling it in his fingers. âSo what about, hm Linus? Luke, I don't care to remember. Where is he?â
âOh Lucas, well he wasnât invited back, which is fine he understands. WellâŚnot really, but itâs fine. Heâs been a real dick all night anyways so the time away from him is good.â You feel the anger rising back up again just from the simple thought of Lucas right now.Â
âHeâs no good for you babydoll, you need someone to treat you right. Make you feel good, make you happy.â His hand that was once gently intertwined in your hair is now grasped around the back of your neck.
You shift to face him.âDo I? And who do you suppose could do that for me?â He is so fucking bold, and apparently so were you with this newfound confidence.Â
âLook right in front of you babe.â His lips form a straight line, his eyebrows practically raised to his hairline.
âSam, I have a boyfriend.â The devil on your shoulder is so badly telling you to give into him.Â
âAnd? Iâm so much better than him y/n, open your eyes. Like seriously, what does he have that I donât, because it doesnât seem like much. Last time I checked he wasnât a musician in a popular rock band who also happens to be a millionaire.â
Such a cocky fucking man. But youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on.
âWell he pays for our rent, makes dinner once a week...lots of stuff.â You are trying to convince yourself. It's not really working.
âBaby, if you were mine youâd have your own house, never cook another day in your life, and have anything you fucking want.â His eyes were staring right into yours, he lookedâŚserious? Fuck, why universe do you have to make things so goddamn difficult. Â
âMaybe I donât care about the money, I care about the love. Could you even do that?â
Sam stares at you, deciding his answer in his own head. âHow would you feel if I kissed you, then you can decide if I âloveâ the way you want babydoll.â
âWell I wouldnât feel a thing because I wholeheartedly love my boyfriend.â
Are you really going to do this right now? Cheat on your boyfriend. Youâve never been a cheater, why start now? Maybe itâs because Sam Kiszka hasnât been begging for your attention before.Â
His grip around the back of your neck tightens to bring you closer to him, your lips only a few inches apart. You stay like that for a few seconds but it feels like hours with the need for him pulsing through you.Â
Before you knew it his lips quickly attached to yours, his lips were so soft and plump. He pulls away to look at you. âFeel anything?â He questions with a cocky ass look on his face. His stupid, pretty face. Â
âI wish I could tell you I did, but I didnât.â You were most definitely lying, trying to convince yourself that there was nothing there. You felt guilty, but that guilt was being covered by the lust filling the air. The need for Sam was far too powerful, you didnât want anyone else.Â
Next thing you know your lips are back on his, this time with more urgency. You lean further into him as his tongue teases at your lips, begging for entrance. You part your lips for him allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Your hands make their way to the back of his head, lightly tugging at his coffee colored hair.Â
A light moan slips from your mouth at the feeling of his lips against yours, which doesnât go unnoticed by Sam.Â
âYouâre such a bad liar. You can keep saying you donât feel anything but your body canât lie baby.â His hands trail down your body making you shiver. âSo touched starved. Lucas doesnât do anything to you does he? Surely he doesnât please you the way you want, huh? I could do so much better for you babydoll.â
âNot recently. I mean heâs always begging for it and I usually give in but it always sucks. Itâs half assed and always for his pleasure. Heâs sweet sometimes but all he ever thinks about is sex. Itâs hard to see the good in a relationship when the bad outweighs the good.â
Samâs hands rub up and down your thighs, giving you comfort in the moment.Â
âI mean even today he tried to fuck right before we left and when I was about to come back here he was arguing about going back and fucking then, like god if youâre going to insist on fucking all the time at least make it decent.â You realized how loud and aggressive you had gotten during your one sided conversation. âIâm sorry thatâs probably more than you wanted to know.â
âNo, it's all good babydoll. I could tell you didnât like him all that much at the bar. But I could tell how much you were feeling up on me.â Smirking at you. If you were trying to have a serious conversation with Lucas and he did that youâd probably smack him, but when Sam does it, it turns you on. âYou can act like you're not feeling it, but I can tell.â Before you can register, you're being brought up onto Samâs lap, straddling him on the couch.Â
âY/n, Iâll treat you so right babygirl. With me, youâd never have to worry about anything ever again.â His hands are trailing up and down over your ass, you instinctively grind down into his lap. Sam sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. âGoddamn, if you keep that up Iâll cum in my fucking pants.â Â
âMmm, that would be kinda fun, wouldnât it? Ya knowâŚif I made you cum in your pants.â You smirk at him as you grind your hips again.Â
âStop teasing.â He hisses through his teeth, grabbing at your hips to still them.Â
âFine, I wonât.â You get off his lap, kneeling in front of him and unzip his jeans. Samâs hands connect to your hair as you release him from his jeans, only his boxers hiding his cock from your sight. Before you could fully make your way off the floor Sam was ripping off your belt and pulling your dress above your head.Â
You feel the cold air hit your now bare chest, your nipples instantly hardening. You can sense Samâs eyes on you and you finally look up to meet his gaze.Â
âWell, well, well. Would you look at that?â His eyes scan over your chest as you settle yourself back down on his lap.Â
âLike what you see?â You challenge him, leaning over so your tits are directly in front of his face.Â
His hands reach down to the waistband of his boxers and swiftly pull them down. His cock slaps against his stomach and you can feel the saliva collecting in your mouth, you have to physically stop yourself from drooling. âI donât know, you tell me.â His voice is low and husky, heâs incredibly turned on. You can tell because his cock looks like it's practically aching, a bead of precum collecting on his swollen tip.Â
Almost subconsciously you begin to make your way down onto your knees, but before you could take him in he grabs a chunk of your hair, pulling you up to meet his gaze. âOh no honey that's not how this works. I donât know what Lucas makes you do but you come first, in more than one way.â
âBut⌠I want toâŚâ You look at him like a lost puppy, you were taken off guard. I mean, yeah, you were used to sucking Lucasâs dick with nothing in return, thatâs all youâve known for the past year and a half, why would you expect anything different now.Â
âWell maybe I wanna please you y/n. Just accept that babydoll, not everyone is as selfish as him.â He leans forward on the couch taking your hips into his hands pulling you closer to him.Â
His lips graze over your stomach leaving soft, feather light kisses. Your hands travel to the back of his head to clutch onto his long hair.Â
âLay down on the couch for me, peach.â He looks up at you from his sitting position, his eyes darkened and lust-filled. You immediately obey him, finally allowing yourself to give into his ministrations. Taking a seat on the couch, Sam gently pushes you down, your back hitting the leather cushions.
Your body laid out for him, completely vulnerable. He hovers himself over you, mouth connecting to your neck and leaving light kisses down to the top of your tits. âCan I leave marks, let Lucas know whose you are?â
âYouâre implying that I'm yours, Sammy?â You smirk at him, running your hands up and down his bare chest.Â
âOh peach, youâve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you.â He leans down to place a kiss on your lips.Â
You immediately melt into him, his lips so soft and plump. Your hands wrap around his neck pulling him down closer, bringing his hips flush with yours. He deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing at your lips begging for entrance. You part your lips allowing his tongue to slide across yours.Â
A tiny moan escapes from your mouth, causing Sam to pull away. âFuck, those little noises youâre making are so pretty baby. Keep doing it and Iâm gonna fuck you straight out of your relationship.â
âDo it, fuck me so hard I forget about my stupid boyfriend.â Your hands scratch at his scalp and gently pull at the strands of his long hair. âSammyâŚâ
âWhat peach?â He lightly drags his hand up the curve of your hip and over your waist to grab at your tits.Â
You look over at the vanity mirror against the wall, in the corner of the room. âIâŚâ You trail off, lost in space, letting your imagination run wild with all the possibilities. âI need you to fuck me over by that mirror.âÂ
He follows your line of sight, a smirk appearing on his face once he realizes. âWhat a dirty girl. Fine, you wanna act like a slut, youâll get fucked like a slut too.â Before you could register what was happening Sam grabbed your hand and brought you to the vanity.Â
Sam pushed you face down onto the counter, bringing you close to the mirror. Samâs hands grab onto your ass, watching as your face distorted in pain.Â
His hands linger on the waistband of your panties. His fingers slip under the fabric and release with a harsh snap against your skin. âFuckâŚâ You squeak out.Â
âMmm, the prettiest peach. But, I think these need to come off,â He says, rubbing his large hand over your ass cheek before tugging down your underwear, letting them pool at your feet. âThatâs much better, I need to see my girl completely when I fuck her.â
Samâs fingers drag over your slit, feeling your pool of wetness. âDamn baby, who got you like this.â Whispering into your ear. âIt wasnât Lucas, was it?â He grabs your chin, forcing eye contact in the mirror. âWas it?â You watch his reflection as his jaw clenches.Â
âNo Sam, it was you, only you.â You practically whimper out. God, you were a mess for this man.
Sam grins, feeling proud of what he caused. âGood, now I think I need to get a taste before youâre not able to hold yourself up.âÂ
Sam kneels behind you to become eye level with your cunt. His eyes rake over your slick folds as he lets out a low groan. âFuck, peach. Canât believe all of this is for me.â His fingers lightly play with your folds before you feel his tongue lick a slow, long stripe up your pussy.Â
âShitâŚâ You huff out, his warm tongue taking you by surprise. He continues on with a few more licks up your slit, before he pulls away.Â
âAw, someone liked that. You that deprived baby? Lucas not know how to please a woman like you? I mean heâs just a boy after all, you need a real man, like me.â He chuckles a little at his own words. You can feel the anger starting to boil.Â
You whip your head around causing him to fall back onto his hands. âStop fucking bringing him up.â You spit at him. âI donât give a shit about him and Iâve been dreading the fact I have to go back to that hotel room when his asshole self is there.â
âFeisty little thing aren't you?â He smirks up at you, nothing but pure enjoyment plastered across his face. âYouâre quite cute when youâre angry, peach.â Sam pushes your hair behind your ear. âPlus what makes you think you have to go back to him. I'm all yours.â He smiles sweetly at you. A moment of silence passes.
âSam just shut your goddamn mouth for once.â You shoot him a venomous glare. âFuck me. Right. Now. I canât wait any longer.â Maybe you were begging, but you couldnât care less you were drunk off this man.Â
You see Sam rise from his knees in the mirror to stand behind you. He leans over to whisper in your ear, âYouâre going to regret speaking to me like that, peach.âÂ
âAm I? Thatâs funny. Iâm just wondering why your dick still isnât inside of me.â You make eye contact with him through the reflection, you narrow your eyes at him. âYou know what⌠maybe Iâll go get Danny to finish the job.â You turn around to start walking away before Sam grabs around your waist.Â
âOh, I donât think so.â He presses a wet kiss to the side of your neck. âDanny isâŚpreoccupied right now anyway.âÂ
He pulls your body back over to the vanity, his hand flattening itself over your back to push your face back down onto the cool counter.Â
He leans down, his lips right against your ear, âBesides, youâll never want another man after Iâm finished with you.âÂ
âHmm, I donât know. Jake actually seems like he would be amazing in bed. More mature. More experienced. Yeah, maybe youâve fucked a lot of girls but was it even good anyway?âÂ
âShut your mouth or Iâll shut you up with my cock.â His cheeks are flushed red, your bodies radiating so much heat.Â
âMaybe, I want that.âÂ
âSlut.â Without warning, he is slamming his cock inside of you giving you little time to adjust. âYou wanna act like you can take me, then take me. Take me like the slut you are.âÂ
Sam pumps in and out of you, slowly getting you used to his large cock.
âHoly shit Sam, youâre so big.â You grab onto the sides of the vanity, attempting to steady yourself.Â
âIâm sure it feels huge compared to whatever youâre used to.â He laughs under his breath, and you immediately turn around and stand up to face him.Â
Your jaw clenches before youâre absolutely laying into him. Your faces are only inches apart. âWhat did I tell you about bringing his goddamn name up. I donât want to fucking think about him you asshole.âÂ
âWell, I mean⌠I didnât say his name.â He smirks and thatâs exactly what sends you over the edge. Your hands land on his chest pushing him backwards. He stumbles back, landing in a seating position on the couch, looking up at you in awe.     Â
âIf you keep testing me youâre not going to find me so peachy anymore.â You warn, your body looming over him. You begin to straddle him, lining him up with your core. âNow letâs see if you can handle me Sammy.âÂ
You lower yourself down on him, his hands instinctively grasp at your hips to guide you.
âFuck y/n, youâre so tight. Shit-â You squeeze around him, causing his grip to tighten on you. A hiss slips passed his lips and before you know it heâs meeting you halfway, thrusting up into you.Â
His hands travel up your sides to caress your tits. He takes your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, rolling it in the most delicious way. Your head falls back, but you continue to grind against him. âSammyâŚâ
âWhat peach?â He sounds breathless and completely fucked out.Â
âYou feel so incredible. The- shit. The⌠fucking best Iâve ever had.â You pant out, your hands grasping at his hair.Â
âI donât doubt that peach.â Smirking, looking deep into your soul.
You grab a chunk of his hair, exposing his neck. âYouâre acting pretty fucking cocky for not doing much yet Sammy. I donât even feel close yet, I could go for hours.
âYouâll be going for hours whether you come or not baby.â He says, grabbing your hair exposing your neck, leaving a deep purple mark on the side of your neck.Â
âGodâŚâ You moan out, causing him to smirk. He peels you off of him and next thing you know he's roughly flipping you onto your back.
âYou havenât seen anything yet, y/n.â He hovers over your body, his dick in hand pumping frantically.Â
âPut it back in, Sammy.â You whine out in the most despairing tone.
âFuck peach, youâre desperate for me.â He smirks down at you clearly enjoying the situation you two are in. âI know how bad you want it, you gotta beg for it though. Show me how bad you want it.â He begins dragging his cock through your folds, staring deep into your eyes.
The only thing that manages to come out of your mouth is a high-pitched moan.Â
âThat wonât cut it, peach, use your goddamn words.â He slaps his dick against your pussy, causing your body to squirm. He reaches his free hand out to drag down your body landing on your hip. He leans down to whisper in your ear, âYou know you want this cock so bad, just give it up.âÂ
You roll your eyes at him, but then your eyes trail down to his rock hard length resting in his hand. You have to physically stop yourself from drooling. And as if you couldnât get any wetter you feel another rush of wetness coat your pussy.Â
âI think you want it just as bad as I do Sam, so why donât you just give it up?â Reaching down, smearing the pre-cum from his tip onto your thumb, and bringing it to your mouth.Â
His breath hitches and you can see the wheels turning in his mind. He spreads your legs further apart, your one leg now draped along the back of the couch, centering himself in between your legs, gently sliding himself into you yet again.Â
You both let out a sigh of relief. You canât help but chuckle a little.Â
âWhy are you laughing peach?â He asks you but still continues on with his slow yet deep thrusts.Â
âJust find it funny how you wanted me to beg so bad, but youâre the one that ended up caving first.â You whimper out.Â
Before getting another word out, a swift slap is delivered across your cheek. âI donât want to hear another fucking word from you, got it?â He says through gritted teeth, with a dark glare that could stop anyone in their tracks. His large veiny hand covers your mouth before Sam completely demolishes your pussy.
He attacks hard and fast, giving you no time to get comfortable. After a few minutes, Samâs movements start to get sloppy.
âFuck, Iâm so close peach. Shit, so so tight, fuck. So pretty mama. Prettiest fucking pussy.â His eyes are screwed shut and you canât help but admire him.lÂ
You knew he wasnât lying from the nonsense leaving his mouth.Â
You grab his wrist, pulling his hand off your mouth. âCum in me Sammy, Iâm on the pill. Get me pregnant for all I care.â
âYeah? I wouldnât mind that. You being my baby mama.â His breath hitches and you can tell heâs right there.Â
âCum for me Sam, I know you want to cum in my tight pussy, just give it to me.â You squeeze around him and that is his breaking point.
âFuck, fuck. Iâm coming- shit.â He is drilling into you and before you know it youâre feeling his hot liquid flood your pussy. âTake it y/n, take it allâŚâ After he comes down, he finishes off with a few more thrusts. Sam holds himself up on the couch before pulling himself out.Â
You were so close, but you werenât able to finish in time.
âThat was so fucking good y/n.â
âIâm sure it was.â Still you lay there unsatisfied.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â He furrowed his eyebrows.
âWell Iâm sure it would feel good, you know, if I would have came.â Samâs face turns bright red, feeling embarrassed.Â
âI thought- well, I figuredâŚâ
âSamâ you cut him off. âFinish the job, or Iâll assume what I did when I first walked in here, that youâre all talk and no game.â
Before you could say anything more, Sam pries your legs open, exposing his cum dripping down your folds. Sam inserts his fingers, curling upward to reach your g-spot.
âOh fuck Sam, right there. Fuck your cum back into me.â
âYeah Iâm sure you would like that. Better chance of getting you pregnant, right?â He adds his thumb, swirling circles onto your clit.Â
Your body is thrashing around at this point, your hands searching for anything to grab onto, ultimately landing in Samâs hair again.
You tug harshly on his dark brown locks and immediately you see the results of your actions. Samâs eyes roll back into his head, âFuck, you wanna try and make me cum again or something.âÂ
âHmm, I wouldnât mind that.â You smile up at him.Â
You look right at Sam as he bites his plump bottom lip. âYou're close.âÂ
âH-how do you know that?â You grip tighter on his hair.Â
âI feel you squeezing my fingers Peach, Iâm very familiar with the way women react to me when theyâre close.â He drives his thick fingers even deeper and you are nearing your end, exactly as he expected.Â
âI feel so fucking good, I could almost-â You trail off, your orgasm overtaking you.Â
âYou could almost, what?âÂ
You feel the intense buildup, before the euphoric release. Small spurts of your juices cover Samâs hand and splashes up onto his chest. âOh God.â You donât realize your grip on Samâs hair until you come back down, but he doesnât even seem to mind. His eyes were full of pure admiration.Â
âHoly shit, y/n. That was the sexiest fucking thing Iâve ever seen.â He pulls you up to straddle his lap, resting your head on his sweat glistening chest.Â
âI could say the same thing about you.âÂ
You feel a feeling of euphoria, but now without the distraction youâre feeling very stressed. You knew that you had just fucked someone who was not the man you came to the concert with. But was it over before you came back here? You dealt with him for too long, and you knew that after this you could never go back to a man who treats you like an object.Â
âHey peach?â Sam looks down at you laying on his chest.Â
âHm?â You look up at him and a sweet smile spreads across his beautiful face.Â
âYou donât deserve to be treated the way he treats you. You deserve to be treated like a queen. To be appreciated and loved, whether thatâs from me or not.â His hand is stroking at your hair now in an attempt to comfort you.Â
âI know I should, and I know what I did tonight wasnât right, but I think itâs what I needed to realize what I deserve.âÂ
âListen, I donât know how to go about this from here. I wanna give you my number though, I donât know just in case you wanna talk. Or if Iâm in the area and need a date with a hot babe.â You chuckle at his words, feeling appreciated.
âI think Iâd love that Sam. Thank you for tonight, seriously. I donât think Iâll ever go to a concert that tops this one.â You canât wipe your smile off your face.
âI know you wonât peach. Plus I donât want anyone else bringing you backstage. Youâre mine.âÂ
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Y/n stood outside the restaurant tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly at the light post across the street.
âMy friends call me a loser, cause I'm still hanging aroundâ
What she had thought was a date was just some stupid act of dominance Billie wanted to flaunt to her friends, The Brown-haired girl's arm was around her the entire night as she spoke over Y/n shutting her down when she tried to make conversation with the two other girls at the table, âNo but seriously-â Y/n started with a giggle before Billie quickly cut her off talking about some other topic, the girls looked at her sympathetically as her words were drowned out again.
âI've heard so many rumors that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couchâ
The slight turn of her phone when she gets a text, the paparazzi pictures of her and those two other girls, and the random bra that's too little to be hers are a constant reminder of how You're not the only one, âDid you hear me?â Billie sighed softly as she tugged her shirt over herself hiding her once naked and marked chest, marks Y/n didn't give her. âYeah I'm leaving right nowâ you sighed standing up from the bed with a groan, checking the time, 3:21 am.
âI thought you thought of me better someone you couldn't loseâ
âSo you're just not coming greatâ Y/n scoffed as she stuffed her bag, âYou said you'd come my mom wanted to meet you?â She mumbled annoyed at the fact the lies just kept coming, âI'm busy.. 'll come next time I promise baby ok?â Billie said in a whisper from over the phone, âWhy are you whispering?- I- are you in the bathroom?â Y/n sighed in annoyance recognizing the echo from the last few calls they had She went to speak, yell anything. âBillie hurry up!â a loud yell and knock is heard from the other side cutting off her brainstorming of what she was going to say, âwho's that Billie-â Y/n said before the phone went beeped then went silent, âI know this bitch didn't justâ she scoffed letting the clothes drop from her hands, Y/n brings the phone from her shoulder up to her face only to be met with her phone wallpaper.
âYou said, âWere not togetherâ so now when we kiss I have anger issuesâ
âYour fucking crazy!â Billie yelled from outside the mansion, stumbling back slightly as her clothes hit the concrete below her naked feet, the cold harshness of the floor slowly bringing her back to sobriety, âGet off my lawn, Billie!â Y/n screamed throwing more of the baggy clothes off the balcony, âYou can't be mad over Quen! We're not even togetherâ the blue-eyed girl screamed from below in frustration, âFuck you!â, âFuck you!â are the last words the two said to each other before the balcony door was slammed shut.
âYou said, Baby, no attachment but wereâ
They stared at each other silently before Billie sighed and looked off to the side, âI need my shoesâ she said in defeat before looking back to the Brown skinned girl, Y/n hummed before moving off to the side and letting her in with a sigh, âFuck..â She breathed out as she watched the girl walk through her house once again even after she said she was done with her.
âKnew deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out is it casual now?â
âYou missed me?â Y/n moaned out with a chuckle as her hands combed through Billie's hair, She grunted in response as her grip tightened around your thighs, her mouth working wanders as she licked, nipped, and sucked as if she had been starved for years, âi-its only been a dayâ Y/n moaned out with a whisper before glancing out the car window for any watchful eyes outside the club parking lot, âHurry upâ Y/n Whimpered turning back to lock eyes with Billie's blue ones, the smirk on the brown haired girl's face disappearing as she dived back in between.
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Okokokokok I have to detail this because its still fresh in my brain and I don't wanna forget it so !!!! ALSO This is gonna be a long post sooo!!! So what happened was, we were talking about automatic pianos and he said had one and that he could show it to me because he had it in his apartment. So we go and THIS DUDE ACTUALLY HAS ONE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PLOY TO GET ME TO HIS PLACE BUT NO. So he shows it to me and we talk about that and other stuff for a while and he asks if I wanna stay over for a bit and watch something with him so I agree and we get on the couch and I'm a feral idiot and I asked "Oh so is this when you pretend to yawn so you can pull me in for a kiss?" and we. Ended up making out on his couch without even turning the TV on >//////<
He just tastes soooo so so so good aaaaa I'm blushing just thinking about him!!!! You guys already know how I am and how feral I've been recently so I actually was very uhmmmmm rough with him kinda slightly a little bit (I pushed him down and got on top of him while kissing him and he bit my lip and it bled anddhfgsgdfjhgf >/////< !!!!!) and he kept calling me a pretty boy and oughhhhhhh (btw he really likes the colour brown, everything in there was like being at a really old dude's place. OKAY. I will say this in the middle of describing sex. His place is kinda exactly how someone would expect a professor's house to be. Like. It's like looking up dark acidemia on Pinterest and selecting the first image to be your entire house đ he also has old Halloween decorations still up đ this dude) ANYWAYS So I, a WHORE, started begging him to fuck me and I ended up with my pants and underwear at my ankles and him on his knees without his shirt and he⌠wasn't very good at oral but that's alright because his tongue felt really really good inside of me and he kept saying I tasted good sdfhgjsdgjfhd, and when his jaw got tired he leaned his head against my thigh and started stretching my boycunt with his fingers and then after a bit of that he went back to sucking my tdick. And okay. Okay. This is the part I. omfg.
He pulled back again and looked up at me and there was blood all over his lips and I guess it turns out that he ?? accidentally cut me or scraped against me too hard or something with his nails (his fingers are so big) or something but I didn't feel it at all and so I got kinda embarrassed and I started apologising and this bitch goes "It's okay, I like the taste of blood." AND WENT BACK IN AND OH MY GODDD Eventually he stands up and I'm practically frothing at the mouth because I can see how hard he is in his pants and I'm praying that he'll fuck me because my boycunt is literally stretched and my thighs are spread open for him but he ends up sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap (having me face away), and this bastard moved my hair slightly and started biting me and. I haven't mentioned the fact that I get VERY limp with love bites, my entire body gets really really weak because my neck is extremely sensitive and dhsgdjfhgdhfg
And he starts asking me random fucking questions and I can't even respond because of the fact that I can fucking hear him biting and sucking on my neck and I'm WHIMPERING and squirming so fucking much and he fucking laughs slightly and makes fun of me for not being able to talk and fucckhdfgjdhgsjhdgf After me begging for so fucking fucking long he finally fucking buried his fingers back into my boycunt and hsdfghgfhjdsgfh gOd it felt so good and he kept palming my poor tdick and I swear to god it made up for him not being great at giving head I swear it felt so fucking good. His fingers felt so so so good inside my wet boycunt and he kept asking me questions about stupid shit and I couldn't pay attention at all and it felt so so fucking good !!!!!!!
two of the things that stuck out to me were "Does it feel good, baby? You're soaking my hand so well right now." And (this one made me whine and buck my hips sooo so much oguhh), "You always talk so much. What happened, honey?" AND OUGHHH FUCK. I feel the need to emphasise that he's. Southern. That he has a heavy southern accent, and a low voice. When I say that he fucking growled that petname in my ear I mean it, he fucking growled it and went back to biting my neck oughhh fucccck.
My cunt felt so fucking good and he ended up making out with me again before making me cum. He literally made me feel so fucking good and ough my god.
I asked if he wanted me to reciprocate but he said he didn't need it and we kissed for a really long time afterward and talked. I'm still at his place right now. I feel. Weird??? Idk just pray that he has like. idk a really weird hobby or is an actual murderer or something because I???? Idk aaaaaaaaaaaaa
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~Marriage au~ (part two)
So, I was drawing this post when the idea strikes me kabdksdhsls and now itâs a thing.
We all know the whole idea of Adam becoming a sinner, well thatâs basically the start of the story. He becomes a sinner, he gets in the hotel, he manages to make a deal with Lucifer in exchange of his soul, BUT, thatâs like way after. Why? Because in this au Adam soul was trapped to some random overlord, no, itâs not Alastor, Vox or Valentino. Itâs somebody else just as powerful. The whole reason Adam gave his soul to him wasnât outta free will, it was because this demon in peculiar has this ability to make people do things they donât want to do (hypnosis?? Idk similar to Vox ig), which Adam was a victim of. He made Adam âwillinglyâ exchange his soul for an offer. This was before he managed to get to the hotel. So now heâs trapped to this guy.
The only ones who can see Adam being chained are demons that are also on a leash that includes Alastor. And this is how Lucifer found out about it because he overheard Alastor taunt Adam about it with very subtle words but Lucifer caught on immediately.
Which is where the plot begins.
Lucifer takes Adam aside and starts making a huge deal about it which Adam refused to admit it was even true.
Somehow in the long run Lucifer managed to get Adam to blurt out the truth after many attempts to gain his trust or at least make Adam accept his help (didnât take long tbh, kinda like 2 hours after the confrontation).
So they both went to talk to the demon who owned Adam and Lucifer wasnât planning on leaving there until he managed to have Adamâs soul free. The bad thing was that this overlord was quite power hungry and the fact that the KING of hell seemed desperate for this soul alone was an opportunity he couldnât let down (he kinda figured being the first man his soul would be priceless in comparison to other sinners which is why he caught him in the first place but he wouldnât have guessed that King Morningstar would want it after the battle they had it was shown those two didnât get along.) but anyways.
So he offered Adamâs soul for the exchange of Lucifer giving up on the throne which was laughable. Lucifer denied, obviously, and Adam just kinda accepted defeat. But Lucifer didnât give up on that, they tried other methods from ancient scrolls to old rituals but nothing worked to set Adamâs soul free. Lucifer didnât want to resort to this but he had no other choice by the looks of it. A soul contract is a very powerful thing which is why itâs almost unbreakable, but he was the king of hell. He had an immense power that COULD break a soul contract. But thats only ifâŚ
Adam spiritually gives himself to Lucifer in marriage in a holy union. Aka upon the eyes of God.
Which of course this is beyond breaking everything Lucifer stands for and his pride.
So this is where their deal commenced.
âAdam I will set you free, I will put my faith in God again to break that contract, my union with Lilith; everything I fought so hard to keep. I will sacrifice it all, myself, just for you to receive freedom again. But the only thing I ask for in exchange is your soul.â
âSeriously?! After literally everything we did to get myself free from that asshole youâre gonna get my soul stuck to you seconds after?! Speak of the fucking devil.â
âAdam for the love of my damn father! Iâm literally sacrificing my marriage, connecting with my dad, throwing my pride away. Literally fucking marrying you! For a whole damn year! for your selfish underserving ass! I must get something back for it. Take it or leave it.â
Adam thought for a bit before shrugging. Yeah, it was a bitch, but it was unlikely for Lucifer to do something that bad when Charlie is involved in Adamâs self growth as a person.
âOkay. Deal,â he extends his hand towards Lucifer assuming it was a normal type of deal and the devil sigh.
Unfortunately for them, a holy marriage is supposed to be set in the tradicional terms.
He summoned a box with a golden serpent ring and kneeled down swallowing his pride and accepting Adam as his spouse.
âAdam, would you, the first man accept me; King Lucifer Morningstar as your faithful and loyal husband?â
This startled Adam of course, cause what the fuck was Lucifer doing.
Adam huffed incredulous, âLoyal I doubt it.â
Lucifer tsk sourly already regretting this but held it in. That could wait after their stupid church wedding.
âBut sure, whateverâŚâ Adam blushed embarrassed by the whole thing (after all he never experienced something like this before, a marriage proposal; considering he was already born married or given wives), offering his hand while Lucifer looked up a bit before his gaze fell back down to Adamâs fingers and gently slid the ring on his wedding finger.
Suddenly Lucifer and Adam appear in a church house with the grim reaper as their priest and the wedding begins.
âIn the name of God, I, Lucifer Morningstar, take you, Adam, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."
Adam blushed some more, he wasnât sure why he was being an emotional bitch about it when all of this wasnât entirely willing but still, he was actually experiencing a wedding in the point of view of a groom.
Adam wasnât sure what to say but to replicate Luciferâs vows.
âIn the name of God, I, Adam, take you, Lucifer Morninstar, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."
Lucifer bit his lip, feeling unsure all of a sudden. Was he really gonna do this just for Adam? He looked at his wedding band; the memories, the only thing he had left linked to Lilith. Once he accepts Adam as his, his ring would evaporate and his soul would forever be bounded to Adam.
He winced his eyes shut letting the reaper finish the ceremony.
âSo I will repeat this again, in case someone is already rethinking this and wants to flee to the nearest exit which is right at the left end,â the grim reaper side eyes Lucifer, âDo you Lucifer Morningstar accept Adam to be your lawfully wedded husband?â
âI do.â
âDo you Adam accept Lucifer Morningstar to be your lawfully wedded husband?â
âI-â
Adam also had his own doubts, his promises to Eve, the connection he once had for her, the faithful and love for the mother of his children. All of that smacked him in the face with each passing second of the ceremony. He hasnât even thought of Eve in so long.
âI do.â
The reaper gestures Lucifer to give his ring.
Lucifer winced harder feeling a tear wanting to slip out as he starts.
âAdam, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,â he slid the ring on Adam. Already sensing the ring that belonged to Lilith turning into dust as he stepped back, falling off his fingers ready to be replaced with Adamâs. Shit.
Adam was given a ring to place it on Luciferâs wedding finger. He gulped, awkwardly getting ready for his part.
âLucifer, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,â he places it on Luciferâs finger, sealing their bound.
They both watched as the gold of their rings brightened and tightened in their skin.
âI here by declare you; Lucifer Morningstar and Adam Morningstar: king and king consort of hell. You may kiss the groom.â
Adam flinched disgusted, Lucifer cringed while swallowing and mustering the courage to peck Adam quickly.
And that sealed it. In the eyes of the holy spirit they were married. The holy light washed over them as the church bells rang announcing their strong union. Adamâs contract with the overlord broke as the power of their holy union broke it.
After Adamâs little scene of being set free from his contract was done, everything vanished and suddenly they were at a hotel room, lighted by candles and seductive music.
They both looked around, Adam confused, Lucifer just startled by the abruptness.
âYeah. This is where things get awkward,â Lucifer admitted.
So a week passes and they act like all of that never happened. Everyone at the HOTEL was oblivious of the whole thing but eventually the news spreads around and Charlie finds out from a sinner.
âKing Morningstar! Congratulations for your beautiful groom,â he then bows at both Adam and Lucifer.
Lucifer tenses when it happens and notices Charlieâs odd stare.
âI donât know what heâs talking about, haha, he must be a little cookoo,â he swirls his finger next to his head, nervous. Adam just face palms by how awful Lucifer is at lying.
Of course Charlie doesnât seem to believe his bullshit so Lucifer quits it.
âOkay, itâs not what you think and itâs absolutely TEMPORARY,â he explains in a quickly fashion, âAdam was trapped, I offered my help, the guy wanted the throne I denied. Only method to get Adam free was something more powerful than a soul contract and that was a holy marriage. And now, weâre married. Temporarily.â
Somehow, and as weird as it was, Charlie and the rest kinda swept it udder a rug. So the whole incident was kinda not a big deal (bc itâs not legit if they donât actually like each other, still weird tho), both acted like normal and normally theyâd just tried laughing off any comments about their marriage. Until it actually becomes a big deal.
When Lucifer starts feeling awkward or annoyed when someone approaches Adam with all intentions on trying to fuck him.
âAHAHA! Wowie! How fun, now get your filthy hands off my husband.â
And everytime Adam would question that, Lucifer would shrug it off as.
âI have to keep the part.â
You can imagine the drama, mix and confusing feelings and new found jealousy. And all of that in this.
So yeah. Thats the au đ
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DELICATEâ° CHARLES LECLERC.
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â the one where all you do is think about the feelings that you hide.
warnings: guys, my brain was failing during this so not really proofread, also please pretend the dress is the same in both pics lol, alcohol consumption. 2.5k words.
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August 5th, Madrid, Spain.
WHEN Charles said you needed to make new memories in Spain to replace the bad ones, you didnât have a wedding in mind. However, with the rollercoaster that is your life as of lately, you donât swim against the current anymore. Just going with it is not a bad way to live when youâre still trying to reach the surface and get away from the wreckage.
Things arenât good. Not yet. The press is still having a field day with all that he said, she said merry go round. Aidan and Victoria are fighting to play the victim and Mia Kim is on a mission to paint you as the worst sister-in-law who could have ever existed. Which, to be fair, paints her in a weird Freudian light.
But things are better than they were the last time you were in Spain. And thatâs something to be grateful for.
âAre you sure?â You asked Charles on FaceTime for the third time that night two weeks ago, he had just asked you to be his plus one to one of his Ferrari matesâ wedding. âAre you a hundred percent sure they wonât mind?â
The last thing you wanted was to feel like an intruder, and with the type of attention you carry around like a dark cloud over your head, ruining someoneâs special day was not an experience you wanted to add to your repertoire.
âOf course they wonât mind, soleil.â Charles assured, he was still in Hungary after the Grand Prix. âTommaso told me I could bring anyone, and I want to bring you.â
The last time you saw Charles in person was in New York City, almost two months ago. It doesn't mean, of course, that you stopped communicating. Whenever Charles is on his phone, you can be certain you'll receive a text, a picture or a random iMessage drawing. You handle time zones as best you can without sacrificing too much sleep time, especially for the one who has to drive a car at 300 km/hr.
Although he insisted on you coming to any Grand Prix of your choice, you thought it best to stay away from the paddock for a while. Plus, you had some work to do. You didn't love Talk Shows while promoting, most hosts did horrible, unfunny jokes, and you were the butt of a lot of them, but if being in some of them helped you to speak about your situation and dismiss whatever rumor Victoria, Aidan or Mia (or just about half the internet) had going on, you were willing to make the sacrifice.
You were also willing to attend a complete stranger's wedding just to see Charles again, but you didn't want to give that thought the depth it demanded from you. Not in the seven hour flight from New York to Madrid, and not now, as you're getting ready for Charles to pick you up to go to the wedding.
Your blue dress is frankly magnificent, and you are aware of how good you look, but it doesn't hurt that the first thing Charles does when the doors to the lift open, is compliment you. Well, to be fair, the first thing he does is gather his thoughts and try not to feel stupid after basically picking his jaw up from the floor.
"You look gorgeous," Charles says, clearing his throat. His sudden anxiety makes you chuckle, as his Adam's apple bobs up his neck. "I missed you so much, soleil."
You are mildly disappointed when he doesn't hug you the way he did back in New York, and you dismiss the feeling almost as quickly as it appeared. Although his words linger in the air, he missed you, and you did too.
"I don't want to ruin your hair," he explains, as if he's read your mind, and smiles wider.
"Right," you shake your head, it was obvious. "You look pretty good yourself, Charlie," you add, always trying to return the compliment, and only managing to make it awkward.
There is something about men in suits that makes them twice as attractive, and it's unfair when it comes to someone like Charles, who is already way too handsome as it is.
"Thank you," Charles is always nice enough to accept your half-assed, anxiety induced compliments. "Shall we?"
You nod, and when he offers his arm to lead you to the car, you link yours through it taking a breath so deep, it makes your lungs ache.
"Do you like weddings?" Charles asks as the engine of his car roars to life. A red Ferrari is the only way you manage to describe it, afraid of getting details wrong. Although you're certain Charles would patiently explain anything you needed to know about it, you don't ask.
"Everyone likes weddings," you reply, setting both hands on top of your knees. "Right?"
Charles chuckles and shrugs, "I guess so,"
You love weddings, except when you're expected to be the bride.
"Charles," you pat his shoulder and he takes his eyes off the road for the briefest second. "Are you completely sure the bride doesn't mind my presence?"
You don't want to give yourself some sort of importance you don't deserveâthe bride has more important things to worry aboutâbut particularly nervous about how your presence will be received at the celebration.
"Seriously, y/n," Charles soothes, his right hand leaves the steering wheel and searches for your own blindly, accidentally landing on your empty lap. He takes his hand back immediately, red creeping up his neck. "It's fine." he resolves, his sight way too focused on the road now.
"Alright," you whisper, smoothing the skirt of your dress. "Alright."
Both of you remain silent the rest of the way as you take in the Spanish landscape and Charles drives like his life depends on it. You promised yourself you'd ask for as much information on the happy couple as you could, but your voice is lost in the pit that opened in your stomach.
And the evening is just beginning.
It's after the ceremony, at cocktail hour that you find everything out about Tommaso and BĂĄrbara thanks to none other than Carlos Sainz, who seems to really have a thing for gossip and also, for making fun of you for crying during the vows.
"Leave me alone, Carlos," you warn for the last time, this time threatening him with your closed fist. "Not my fault you don't have a heart in that big-ass chest."
This makes him laugh harder, and even Charles chuckles against the lip of his whiskey glass.
"I miss you so much around the paddock, y/n!" Carlos sighs, patting the place above his heart. "For real."
You click your tongue. "Sure you do,"
Carlos and you talk a lot less than Charles and you do, of course. But if Charles calls you during whatever free time he has while in the Ferrari Suite, you can trust Carlos to insert himself in the conversation.
"And a lot of the other drivers do too," Carlos' tone is mocking again, and you glower at him.
"Stop picking on me," this time you punch him on the shoulder.
"I'm being serious. Lando has a crush on you,"
You talked to Lando a few times, mostly when he and Carlos were being boys and hitting each other in the balls outside the Ferrari Suite and Lando made small talk as he tried not to touch his private parts. A crush is an exaggeration, Lando just told you he thought you were cool for making movies.
"Why don't we take some pictures?" Charles suggests before downing the rest of his whiskey. You don't miss the look he gives Carlos.
"Why not?" you smile at Charles, shrugging. The place is beautiful and you would love to have a memory of this whole thing that you can go back to.
"I'll catch up with you guys," Carlos calls as you two walk away, uninterested in the impromptu photoshoot.
Charles directs an annoyed look at him again and then makes it go away to return his attention to you.
"What was that?" you ask, taking Charles' arm again for him to lead you to where the rest of the guests are more scattered and won't photobomb your pictures.
"What was what?" Charles lifts an eyebrow, forever the expert at playing dumb. Or, not really.
You shake your head, this is another deep thought you don't want to venture into. There is enough of this weird tension already, and you're not sure if Charles feels it too.
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"Your girlfriend is beautiful," a lady is patting your hand, a gentle smile on her face as she looks at Charles. She's the spouse of another Ferrari team member, and the first thing she did was compliment your dress before even asking for your name.
"Oh, I'm notâ"
"We're just friends," Charles clears up, gentle as well. "But y/n really is beautiful."
The woman raises both eyebrows and laughs, an 'oh you kids' snicker that isn't unkind. "Of course, of course."
It's the first time of many during this party that Charles has to say you're not in a relationship, and it seems to get easier every time the words come out of his mouth.
Although it's true, you're not sure why it nags at you.
You cry again during the couple's First Dance and verbally threaten Carlos to leave you alone as you wipe your tears carefully, doing your best to keep your makeup intact. He laughs, but takes your threat seriously and remains quiet. This whole Tom and Jerry thing is amusing but he doesn't want to actually make you angry.
A few songs in, after you're done bickering with Carlos and you have finished your third glass of champagne, Charles asks you to dance with him.
An slowed-down version of Sixpence's 'Kiss Me' plays as you take the dance floor. You blame your giddiness on the fact that you finished that flute of champagne in record time.
"What is it?" Charles questions, smoothly placing one hand on your hip while the other holds your palm. His thumb runs up and down the curve of your wrist.
"What if I step on your foot?" you retort, looking up at him. That's only one thing that makes you nervous, although you know how to dance. You took lessons for both Supercut and Parisian Valentine.
Laughter bubbles from Charles' chest and you join in, although this makes you even more nervous. It would be stupid to say you don't see how handsome he is, even if he's just your friend.
"I won't mind," Charles promises, and his fingers press a little harder against your hip bone.
"Okay, then."
It's obviously not a complicated endeavor to sway around the dance floor with Charles, he lets you set the pace, lacing your fingers together after you spin back to him.
"Thank you for coming with me, soleil," he says in a low voice. You can smell the alcohol in his breath although it's been a while since he stopped drinking, he still has to drive you back to your hotel. "I really missed you these two months."
"I love weddings. Thanks for inviting me," you squeeze his shoulder, the contrast of your manicured nails against his shirt distracts you momentarily from the fact that you can feel his breath against your jaw.
It's the second time today that you miss the chance to tell him you missed him too, and you know he notices it by the way he leans away.
The song ends before your tongue decides to respond to you again and Charles lets go of you. A few seconds feel like an hour as you stare at each other, unableâor unwillingâto say anything of what either of you really want to say.
"Care to dance?" a guy with longish hair and dark eyes is offering you his hand now, as a faster song starts and the lights around the room turn brighter.
You break eye contact with Charles and when you look at him again, he just nods, taking a step back to your assigned table.
"Sure," you tell the guy, a tense smile on your face. "Let's dance."
The ride back to your hotel is silent again, and you're too tired to find a way to fill it.
Charles' energy has shifted and this makes your stomach turn. Your anxiety worsens every time you feel someone is 'off' towards you, and that someone being Charles makes it a hundred times worse.
He takes the elevator to your room with you, placing his hand gently in the middle of your bare back to let you in first.
"We're okay, right?" you whisper, looking at your distorted reflections on the silver wall of the cubicle.
You see Charles' reflection frown and then his face turns to you. "Of course we're okay, y/n. Is something wrong?"
You shake your head, the loose strands of your bun tickle your nape. "I'm just wondering."
Charles is never bothered by your need for reassurance, not even when he needs reassurance himself. That he's not being a complete and absolute moron by wanting the woman all the boys want to dance with, and holding onto that little slither of hope that he might have a chance with her. He's the one standing next to you after the party, still.
"We are okay. Didn't you have fun today?" he asks, pushing those thoughts aside. You're friends. Just friends.
"Of course I did!" you inhale sharply, "I justâ nevermind." you take your hand to the back of your head, already tired of the half undone bun that threatens to give you a headache.
"I had fun. I always have fun when I'm with you," Charles follows you out of the elevator and down the hallway to the third door marked with a 3321.
You're still struggling to find the exact hairpin that holds your hairdo together, and Charles pinpoints it almost at the same time as you do, pulling it out swiftly to make your hair fall down your shoulders.
It's a meaningless gesture, Charles hasn't given it a second thought or stopped walking. But a shiver runs down your back as his knuckles graze your nape.
"Thanks, Charlie." You say, swallowing.
"Of course," Charles puts the pin inside the pocket of his trousers with a shrug.
You stand in front of the room for a minute, having a stare down again as you rub the back of your head.
"Thank you again for today, Charles." you're the one to break the silence, keycard already between your fingers. "I had a great time."
"I'm glad, soleil." Charles his dimples appear when he smiles and your breath hitches when he leans towards you. It feels like you've been showered with ice cold water. "Good night, y/n," he says and presses his lips against your cheek.
"Good night, Charlie," you wave him goodbye from the door as he walks back to the lift.
The feeling of his lips against your skin is there, even after you've washed your face and tucked yourself into bed.
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PURELY PLATONIC(?)
CHARLES LECLERC
summary : are yn and charles dating? are they just friends? who cares? well, twitter does. category : smau. note : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. this wasn't supposed to be my 1st fic posted but it is what it is.
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charles_leclerc finally got to see ma crevette
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youruser thought we'd agreed that you'd never call that in public ever again
charles_leclerc no, you said that, i was silent
user2 were you silent or were you silencedđ
youruser you're such a pain in my arse
charles_leclerc you love me really
youruser unfortunately
username67 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP SOBBING
user08 they're so friends to lovers coded
username12 SHE DIDN'T DISAGREE!!!
pierregasly didn't you see her 2 months ago? when you flew out to see her
charles_leclerc that was forever ago
pierregasly *cough*whipped*cough*
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user8 I SAW THAT, YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME
user92 HE FLEW OUT TO SEE HERđđ
user5 did anyone see pierres deleted comment or was it just me?
user16 no, I saw it too
user7 me too!
landonorris relax bro, no one's taking her away from you
charles_leclerc I'd like to see someone try lol
user99 adding lol to the end of your sentence didn't make it less threatening đ
user420 *joker voice* why so serious??
user111 LANDO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS??? ANSWER ME PLS, I AM IN YOUR WALLS
lunavrse pls pretend the manips look goodđ also the last one is just a random picture bc I couldn't edit it the way I wanted
user25 what the fuck are you on about?
user72 what is bro yapping about?âđ
user7 WHO LET BLUD COOKâď¸âââ
user222 monaco's finestđ
user00 them in the 1st pic have my heart
user000 UGH,, HIS DIMPLES!!!!
mutualfriend she's serving and then there's you
user777 two pretty best friendsđ¤
user66 two bestiesđ
user33 yeah... besties...
user92 REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD...
user29 REUNITED CAUSE WE UNDERSTOOD
user929 i love this song
user127 I KNOW Y'ALL SEE THE "MY" INFRONT OF THE PETNAME
user24 WE LOVE TO SEE IT
user9 that's honestly so fucking cute I'm crying
user88 charles repping ferrari where ever he goes!!!
user237 suprised it's only the one tbh
user228 as he should!!!
user1616 THE WAY HES LOOKING AT HERđđđ
user090 face cards never declining â
user10 charlito te amoâ¤ď¸ !!!
user47 never knew i needed this until now
user74 so real bro
user27 please back away from my wife, it's hard enough seeing her with another man and you have the audacity to rub it in my faceđ
user123 two best friends in a room... they might kiss
user262 can we talk about how close they are??? like they just seem so touchy!!!
user751 no fr!!! you can't tell me they're not in love with one another
user12 see if he was touching me like this, you'd never see me again because I'd be deceased
user61 so real of you tbh
user767 pls they're so...
user50 im not allowed to see these, im unwell
user44 you look so cute !
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YOU DUMB BITCH DELETE THIS ⤡landonorris SORRY, IT WAS MEANT FOR MY CLOSE FRIENDS
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DELETE THIS YOU CLOWN ⤡landonorris DONT YELL AT ME! I'LL DO IT NOW
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is that charles and yn
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this is the worst manip in this post<3 (editing note: it's actually not, it gets worse)
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LANDO IS THAT CHARLES AND YN
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Lando mate, they're gonna kill you
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I KNEW IT, MY FAMILY SAID I WAS CRAZY AND THEY CAN KISS MY ASS
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Carlos owes me âŹ100, I knew it'd be you. can't wait to attend your funeral
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youruser suprise but not reallyđ
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landonorris does this mean I get to live?
youruser you're funny.
landonorris what do you mean?!? please don't kill me
youruser see you soon x
charles_leclerc we look so goodâ¤ď¸
youruser the best babyâ¤ď¸
user19 BABY SHHSHSHE
user91 IM SCREAMING, CANT BELIEVE I GET TO SEE THIS
pierregasly glad i don't have to suffer alone and the rest of the world gets to see how gross you guys are
charles_leclerc weren't you the one who sent me a voice note crying about how happy you were when i told you i finally asked her out ?
youruser aww, pierre, you cried???
pierregasly he's lying
charles_leclerc do you want me to send her the voice note?
user65 it's quiet, ain't no back talkđ¤
user80 charles said, i've got receipts bitchđđ
user71 THEY LOOK GOOD TOGETHER!!!
user22 idk who i want more
user505 me and who?
user005 me n u?
user505 lol no
user101 IMS O USED TO GIVING ANDN OW I GET TO RECEIVE đĽš
user41 PARENTS
user14 IKTRđ
user06 IM SO GLAD WE GOT (OFFICIAL) CONFIRMATION
user003 god, me when?
user79 i want both of 'emđ
user25 I need to know when this happened đ
user87 sameđ
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Do not confuse Enthusiasm with Entitlement.
Hello!
Iâm relatively unknown in the fanfiction world which is great, but Iâve got some friends who are known, and Iâve got things to say, from an outsider perspective.
Iâm a writer, but Iâm also a reader. I participate in the fandom in the way I know how, which is through writing stories.
Hereâs what fandom should be. Itâs a village, called Fandom, and people all interact in the village in some way. Write, Art, Ideas, Comments, Reblogs, Kudos, Podfics, Bookbinding, Etc etc etc. Itâs a Smurf village, because currency doesnât exist, and everyone does what they can for the community to thrive, for fucking free. They offer gifts, and encouragement, and once a week we all gather round in the center of the village and scream about it in a very unhealthy way. Some people are more active than others, some like to be known, some prefer to remain anonymous, some watch from the sidelines and everything is done with care and a warm heart between our teeth.
There are pockets of that, which, great.
Hereâs what fandom is, sometimes.
1/People elevating others to the point of God, sometimes dragging other writers down (for no reason, no one asked to be rated as the best fic writer of all time) to make a point. What is the point? Is there one?
2/People harassing writers for more things. Write an epilogue, write another chapter, write this and that. Writers arenât your own personal AI machine to make what you want to write. A lot is blamed on age, and perhaps there is an element to it, but I believe itâs just decency. An 18 years old kid is capable of making sensible decisions, just like a 24 years old, just like a 14 years old. Your age doesnât give you a passe-droit to be a dick to people you admire (!!!???!)
3/I wonât even touch on the subject of hate reading because thatâs just straight up insanity.
But itâs just⌠hate and tantrums and anger breeds more hate and tantrums and anger. There isnât a virtuous way out of that, and Iâd love for people toâŚjust, cater to a more positive experience for everyone.
When your fingers are typing rot on your computer, you are venomizing everything that it touches: the people who will read it AND the people who will respond to it.
So far, from what I have seen, this behaviour leads to only one thing: depressed writers/artists/etc who stop writing/drawing/etc, or pull their work, or take breaks, or retreat from the limelight because it is too much.
You are pushing too much.
Enthusiasm is wonderful. Itâs a powerful tool and should be used, everyone on this fandom is posting because we looked at The Thing and thought, âyeah.â No one in the history of the world (I hope) has posted after thinking âthat is straight up shit and I hate it with a passion.â
Enthusiasm does need to be curated in a healthy way. I understand that Fandom is for fans, but it is also by fans. No one here is better, everyone here is different.
Some writers have a voice that resonate with more people, or stories that resonate with more people, and that is perfectly fine, but, once again for the people in the back, do not confuse Enthusiasm with Entitlement.
In what universe, in what galaxy do you believe complaining about someoneâs work will make them go âoh right, nevermind all the work I put into this thing I love, let me just do the thing a random stranger is asking me to do.â
Do not confuse Enthusiasm with Entitlement.
Maybe I sound like bitch, but by god, the shit Iâve heard from my âpopularâ friends the past few months is absolutely mad. Mad, people.
You are normal people, and SO ARE THEY.
They have lives and interests and they are people. Treat them as such.
Do not confuse Enthusiasm with Entitlement.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk, I hope everyone enjoys Le Mange Dieu et le DĂŠvoreur de Mondes, which we wrote and enjoyed writing, and which does not mean other writers weren't doing their own thing and writing other stuff in the meantime, and I HOPE we can all start to have some fucking respect for the people who spend hoursdaysweeksmonths pouring over a project and posting it for fucking free, all at once, so itâs not stressful for the reader. YOU.
Because against all fucking odds, we actually care about our readers. When youâre being nice.
Thank you and good day from a Fandom Elder.
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