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“It was a pleasure to burn” (LN)

Lando norris x golfer!reader

tw: friend’s death

request from @papayadays prompt list here

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Settling down was overrated.

That had been your mantra for the past couple of years, and at 24, you showed no signs of slowing down. You were at the height of your career, travelling every month, living the lifestyle you had always dreamed of. You could think about finding someone to wake up to every day later. Right now, you were just having fun.

That’s why Lando Norris was the perfect addition to your life.

On New Year's Eve, you flew to Dubai at the request of your friend and fellow golfer, Lily, to celebrate with her and her friends. That’s where you met Lando, who was there with his group of friends. Your groups merged for the night, and you found yourself getting to know the McLaren driver, entranced by his carefree attitude. The two of you really hit it off so you weren’t that surprised when you woke up in his hotel room the next morning.

He on the otherhand, was freaking out. All he could think about when he woke up to you sleeping peacefully next to him was how Alex was going to kill him. Almost a year ago, he had slept with one of Pietra’s friends and he thought it would be a one-time thing, she did not and it blew up. After that fiasco he decided that fucking around with even mutual friends was off-limits; he wasn’t interested in relationships in this season of his life.

Mind racing, he quietly slid out of bed and headed in the bathroom to shower. He would just act cool about it, not even allowing you to ask to see him again. Yeah, he thought. That would work. So imagine his surprise when he took a deep breath, ready to face you, only to catch you mid-stride trying to sneak out.

“Where are you going?” He asked, just as you reached for the door handle. You froze, looking back at him with wide eyes, before turning slowly.

“Oof, this is awkward,” you muttered. “Look I had a great time last night; maybe we can do it again if we see each other again but let’s not make more out of this than it is.”

Lando's mouth fell open slightly, his rehearsed speech dying on his lips. This was... unexpected. He stared at you for a moment, towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his shoulders.

"Oh," he finally managed. "That's... exactly what I was going to say."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at your lips. "Great minds, I guess?"

"Yeah," he laughed, running a hand through his damp hair. "Great minds."

Something was refreshing about your straightforwardness. Most women he'd encountered in the F1 circle were either looking for the glamour of dating a driver or trying to lock him down. But you seemed genuinely uninterested in anything beyond the moment.

"So," you said, shifting your weight, "I should probably go. My flight leaves in a few hours."

“Safe travels,” he managed to get out, and then you were gone.

The next time you saw him was a couple of months later when Lily invited you to a race in Japan. It worked out - since you were both playing a tournament the weekend before, you were more than happy to extend your trip for an F1 race.

Decked out in a Williams’ navy tennis dress, you were overwhelemed with how cool everything was, even just for an upcoming qualifying session. Lily was amused watching you, like a kid in a candy store she thought.

“There are so many people here,” you gushed, waiting up for Alex to finish signing some autographs. “We should have played a cooler sport.”

She laughed at your comment, bumping her hip into yours, “can you even imagine having this many people at one of our tournaments?”

“The Open gets kind of close,” you tried to argue but laughed at the look she gave you.

"I suppose, but it's still not even close to this energy."

As you continued to take in the atmosphere, a familiar figure caught your eye across the paddock. Lando was walking with his race engineer, deep in conversation, wearing his McLaren uniform. Something fluttered in your stomach when you saw him, which you quickly dismissed as the after-effects of too much coffee that morning.

"Isn't that your New Year's hookup?" Lily whispered, following your gaze.

"Shh," you hissed, elbowing her. "Don't be so loud."

"What? It's not like I said anything scandalous," she defended. "Besides, I thought it was just a one-time thing?"

"It was," you confirmed, tearing your eyes away from him. "And I'd like to keep it that way without any awkwardness."

But fate had other plans and Lando looked over to wave at Alex, his eyes catching yours for a moment. They widened in surprise and he jogged over to the three of you.

“Y/n,” he greeted, “good to see you.”

“Likewise,” you said with an easy smile, forcing the awkward version of yourself down. Lily got pulled away with Alex by a Williams’ PR person so Lando fell in step with you as you walked back to grab a water from your bag.

“You live in Monaco, right?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded, “Yeah, moved there last winter, why?”

“Will you please meet up with me sometime and give me some pointers on the course?” He asked quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. Giving him a weird look, you stopped walking.

“Why?”

“I’ve been golfing with Carlos so much recently and he kicks my ass every time,” he admitted. “It’s very demoralizing.”

You tilted your head, not sure if you believed the excuse. “Is this your way of asking me out? It’s very sweet, but again, I’m not interested in dating anyone.”

Lando laughed, rolling his eyes at you, “You are so cocky, is it that hard to believe that I would not be asking you out?”

You gave him a big smile, motioning down to yourself, “I mean, look at me, so yeah.”

His gaze traveled down your body, and he nodded, giving you a cheeky grin. “You’re not wrong, but I do really need golf lessons.”

"Fine," you conceded, "but only because I can't stand the thought of Carlos having any sort of advantage over you. That man is already too smug for his own good."

Lando beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're the best. I'll text you when I'm back in Monaco."

"You don't have my number," you pointed out.

Without missing a beat, he pulled out his phone and handed it to you. "Problem solved."

You punched in your number, saving it under "Golf Pro 🏌️‍♀️" before handing it back. "Don't make me regret this, Norris."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winked, then jogged back toward his team as someone called his name.

True to his word, Lando texted you three weeks later when you were both back in Monaco so you met up with him on the course.

The weather was perfect. Blue skies, a light breeze, and the scent of fresh-cut grass in the air. You had to give Lando credit—he picked a gorgeous day for this.

You were already at the driving range, adjusting your glove when he pulled up in a golf cart like he owned the place, dressed in a navy polo, crisp white shorts, and sunglasses that did nothing to hide the cocky smirk on his face.

"Well, well, if it isn’t Monaco’s finest," he greeted, hopping out.

“I’d say the same to you, but I’m trying to stay humble today,” you teased, tossing him a golf ball.

He caught it effortlessly. “Good, because I already know I suck at this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Confidence. That’s what I like to hear in a student.”

He grinned. “Oh, I’m very teachable… in the right hands.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Don’t flirt with me while I’m trying to help you fix your swing. It’s distracting.”

“But isn’t that part of the fun?” he asked, stepping up beside you with that boyish glint in his eye.

You gave him a look, then moved behind him to adjust his grip on the club. “You’re holding it like you’re about to break it in half,” you muttered, placing your hands over his to guide him.

Lando turned his head slightly. “You sure you’re not just trying to hold my hands?”

“Oh, totally,” you deadpanned, then leaned in a little closer. “Now rotate your hips—no, not like that, you’re not dancing.”

“You’ve seen my dancing?” he smirked.

“Tragically, yes. New Year’s was a rough night for choreography.”

He laughed, and the sound was infectious. “You’re brutal.”

“I’m honest.”

Lando finally managed a decent swing that sent the ball sailing down the fairway. He let out a cheer, spinning around to face you. “Did you see that?! That was, like, halfway decent!”

You clapped slowly, amused. “Proud of you. Baby steps.”

They say chemistry is easy to recognize—and out here, just the two of you in the open space, it crackled like a live wire. But after a few more swings and playful banter, you both eventually settled under a shaded canopy, sipping water and watching the other golfers in the distance.

Lando tilted his head, glancing at you. “You know… I actually like this. Hanging out. No pressure.”

You hummed in agreement. “Same. I’ve gotten really good at keeping things casual. No drama, no expectations. Just enjoying life.”

He nodded slowly. “Exactly. I don’t think I’m in a place where I could give someone a relationship. My schedule’s insane, I barely sleep, and most of the time I’m jet-lagged or thinking about tire degradation.”

You laughed. “So hot.”

“Right?” he grinned. “What about you? You dating anyone?”

You shook your head. “Nah. I mean, yeah, I’ve gone on some dates. But settling down? That’s not on the radar right now. I’m traveling constantly, chasing tournaments, trying to stay at the top of my game. A relationship just sounds… exhausting.”

Lando raised his bottle in a mock toast. “To being single and thriving.”

You clinked your bottle against his. “And to fun. Fun is underrated.”

There was a moment of easy silence, the kind that didn’t feel like it needed to be filled. The sun was dipping lower now, casting everything in a soft golden hue.

“Just don’t fall in love with me after I teach you how to drive straight,” you said, breaking the quiet.

He snorted. “Don’t worry, I only fall for women who can’t beat me at sports.”

“Well, then you’re screwed.”

He gave you a look, that spark of challenge in his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

You smirked, finishing your water. “Come on, lover boy. Lesson’s not over yet.”

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You saw Lando on and off for the rest of the year, and it really was strictly casual; half of the times you were together, you slept together, the other half, you didn’t. He had converted you into an F1 fan, so each weekend, you found yourself up at odd hours to watch the races. This particular weekend would be good, though, considering that Brazil is a time zone close enough to yours.

After grabbing dinner from your favorite little cafe down the street, you snuggled into your couch to watch the GP. It was a wild one, the weather causing plenty of crashes and you were disappointed to see it not work out for Lando. You watched some of the post-race interviews and frowned. Lando didn’t seem like his usual bad race self - this time it seemed much worse.

Sure enough, you checked in later to one of Max’s streams that he was on, and were surprised to see that he was very quiet.

You felt a pang of concern watching him. This wasn't his usual post-bad-race mood—there was something deeper bothering him. Before you could overthink it, you grabbed your phone and sent him a text.

Y/N: Hey, rough day. Ice cream and bad movies at my place when you're back in Monaco?

You set your phone down, not expecting a response anytime soon. To your surprise, it buzzed almost immediately.

LN: Please. Landing tomorrow afternoon.

The next day, you made sure your apartment was tidied up—not that you were trying to impress him or anything. You just didn't want him judging your laundry pile. You'd stocked the freezer with his favorite Ben & Jerry's flavors and queued up the worst movies you could find on Netflix.

When the doorbell rang, you weren't prepared for how exhausted he looked. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his whole body was just sort of slumped over. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his waist, and he leaned into you.

“You’re okay,” you mumured, rubbing his back as you felt his body start to shake.

After a minute, he pulled back, quickly rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

"Don't be," you said softly, pulling him inside and closing the door. "That's what friends are for."

He followed you to the couch, dropping onto it with a heavy sigh. "I don't even know why I'm so upset. It's just a race."

You sat beside him, tucking your legs underneath you. "We both know it's never just a race."

Lando ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all directions. "Everything's just... piling up. The pressure from the team, the media, the fans. Everyone expecting me to perform miracles every weekend."

"And you're too hard on yourself," you added, reaching for the ice cream.

"Says the person who threw her club in a water hazard last month."

You pointed your spoon at him. "That club deserved it. Betrayed me on the 16th hole.”

That got a small laugh out of him and you smiled softly.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he admitted and you brought your hand up to his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“You just have to keep being you,” you said gently. “You are in a battle for the championship for a reason: you are a good driver and you deserve it. Even if it doesn’t work it out, you’re still a good driver. Nothing changes that.”

He looked at you for a while, deep into your eyes, a small smile seeping through. “How do you always know what to say?”

“Easy, I’m a genius,” you joked, lightening up the mood. “Now pick a movie please.”

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“I just don’t understand the two of you,” Max said to Lando as they got into an Uber, ready to head out to a club.

“What’s not to understand?” Lando asked nonchalantly, not looking up from his phone.

“You act like a married couple and you aren’t even dating,” his friend exclaimed. “It’s mad mate.”

Lando rolled his eyes, shooting Max a look. “It’s not like that. We’re just friends who have a little fun together every once in a while.”

“Mate she literally was the only person you would talk to after Brazil,” Max countered.

“Look I get what you’re saying,” Lando said honestly. “But it’s just casual, we’ve both made that clear to each other many times. We’re both in the exact spot of our careers with no need to put a label on anything.”

“But would you want to settle down with her?” Max pressed. “Once everything settles down?”

Lando thought for a moment and then shrugged, “I don’t really know. I’ve never thought about it.”

Max groaned but the car had pulled to the curb, arriving at the destination before he could say anything else. Lando eagerly got out, leading the way to where you and some of your other friends were in a roped off section.

You were already two drinks deep but that didn’t mean you didn’t catch the way Lando’s eyes flickered over your body, lingering on where your short dress hung tightly against your skin.

You grinned as you saw him approach, holding up your glass in greeting.

"Look who finally decided to show up," you teased, sliding over to make room for him.

"Some of us have jobs that require actual effort," he quipped, signaling for a drink.

"Oh please, you just sit in a car and turn left sometimes," you fired back, earning a laugh from the group.

Lando settled in beside you, his arm casually draping over the back of the couch behind you. The closeness felt natural, comfortable in a way that should have set off alarm bells in your head. But two drinks in, you weren't thinking about boundaries or what this looked like to others.

"Dance with me?" you asked after your third drink, feeling loose and carefree.

“Nah, not right now, I need to talk to Max about something,” he said and you shrugged.

“Suit yourself.”

Grabbing one of your other friends, you headed down to the main floor and felt yourself get lost in the music and moving your body. After a couple of songs, you felt a hand rest gently on your right hip and you turned your head to see an attractive guy staring back at you.

“Is this okay?” He yelled over the music, and you nodded, motioning for his other hand. You wrapped it around your front and danced along to the beat, this guy pressed against you.

You were having a good time, enjoying the attention and the rhythm of the music, when suddenly the guy was pulled away from you. You turned around, confused, to find Lando standing there, jaw clenched.

"What the hell?" you shouted over the music.

"I changed my mind about dancing," he said, stepping closer to you.

You rolled your eyes. "You can't just pull someone away like that."

"I just did," he replied, his hands finding your waist. "Is this okay?"

You should have been annoyed, but instead, you felt a thrill run through you. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as the music slowed slightly. The way he was looking at you—intense, possessive almost—made your stomach flip.

"What happened to talking to Max?" you asked, pressing closer to him.

"He was being annoying," Lando muttered. You looked back over to the section to see Max watching you, a smirk on his face.

“Whatever, I’m mad at you. That guy was cute,” you whined in his ear.

“I’m cuter,” he shot back, with a slight grin. You started to argue back, but his lips cut you off, moving against yours lazily.

You melted into the kiss, your hands finding his hair as he pulled you closer. The bass thumped around you, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips against yours, the taste of whiskey on his tongue. It was different somehow—more intense than your previous encounters.

When you finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, you studied his face. "What was that about?"

"Just didn't like seeing some random guy's hands on you," he admitted, his voice low in your ear.

You raised an eyebrow. "Sounds suspiciously possessive for someone who's keeping things casual."

Lando's eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Maybe I'm just selective about who gets to dance with my friend."

"Is that what we're calling it now?" you teased, but there was an undercurrent of tension between you that hadn't been there before.

“Something like that.”

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The season got busy after that last night out in Monaco and you didn’t really see any of your friends besides Lily for the next couple of months. It was when you were in Scotland for a tournament that you got a phone call that changed the trajectory of everything.

“Hey dad, what’s up?” You said into your phone, walking through the hotel lobby.

“Hey sweetheart, how was the tournament?” He asked. You could tell he was trying to be casual but something was clearly going on.

“It was fine, not my best but whatever,” you started. “What’s wrong?’

“Just let me know when you get into your room, okay?” He replied and your heart started to race but you obeyed, moving as quickly as possible to get upstairs.

“Okay, I’m alone, please tell me what’s going on,” you begged.��

“I wish I was there with you so badly honey, your friend Sophie was in a bad car accident this past weekend.”

Your heart dropped. Sophie’s friendship was something that had stood the test of time, having met one another in elementary school. You saw her almost every time you were back home and chatted weekly on the phone.

“Is she okay?” You asked panicked, your dad hesitated and you just knew.

"She didn't make it," your dad said softly. His voice cracked as he continued, "The funeral is set for next Tuesday."

The phone slipped from your grasp, clattering to the floor as your knees gave out. You couldn't breathe. Sophie—your Sophie—was gone. The room spun around you, and you pressed your palms against your eyes, trying to stop the tears that were already flowing.

When you finally managed to pick up the phone, your dad was still there, waiting.

"I'll book a flight home tonight," you whispered, your voice hollow.

The next few days passed in a blur. You withdrew from your upcoming tournaments, packed a bag, and flew home. The funeral was exactly as awful as you expected—Sophie's parents broken beyond repair, her siblings clinging to each other, and you, standing there feeling like half of your childhood had been ripped away.

Her fiance was grief-stricken and you tried to put on a brave face when you ran into him as you were leaving.

“Luke, I’m so sorry,” you choked out, pulling him in tightly. He accepted your hug, before looking at you with a sad smile.

“I’m just glad I had her while I could,” he said. “I know we were so young when we started dating but how could I regret when I got to wake up to her everyday.”

His words brought another wave of tears to your eyes and you cried with him, promising to still stay in touch. It was later, when you were back at your parents’ house, sitting on the dock by yourself, that you reflected back on what he said.

Life is so short; anything could happen. This event shocked you right off the course you were on. You didn’t know if you wanted the carefree, casual life anymore. You decided you want something more, something meaningful, something that would last. You wanted to be more intentional with your life, relationships, and family.

What was the point of getting to experience all these amazing things if you didn’t have anyone to share them with? Your mind wandered to Lando but you quickly shut that down. He didn’t want something serious. He was the perfect character in this chapter of your life that was ending.

You stayed with your parents for a couple more days before flying back to Monaco. As you were driving to the airport, a text popped up on your console from Lando asking if he could see you when you got back.

You hit call before you could talk yourself out of it.

He picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, you—”

“Don’t talk,” you cut him off softly, your voice steady but quiet. “Please, just let me say this.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end. Then: “Okay.”

You took a shaky breath.

“I’m not the same person I was a few weeks ago. I wish I could explain it better, but... something shifted. Sophie dying—it broke something in me. Or maybe it cracked something open. I don’t know.”

“I’ve spent the last few years convinced that fun was all I needed. That keeping things casual made me free, untouchable. But watching someone I loved be buried in a dress she was supposed to get married in? It just made everything… feel small. Temporary. Pointless.”

You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to keep going. “I want more now, Lando. I want something that means something. I want to build a life with someone. A home. Mornings. Boring Sundays. I want the kind of love that stays.”

Your throat burned, but you didn’t stop.

“You’ve been everything I’ve needed this past year. Someone who wanted the exact same things that I did, but things have changed for me, and I can’t be who you want me to be anymore. I think it’s best if we part ways now. It was a pleasure to burn.”

And with that, you hung up.

You didn’t wait for a response. You couldn’t.

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You missed Lando more than you thought you would. It had been two weeks since that call and you hadn’t heard anything from him. It was late nights when you were scrolling through your phone that you had to stop yourself from sending him a funny meme or texting him good luck on a race. It hadn’t occurred to you that maybe the two of you were something a little more than casual until now.

Max had just sent you a frowny face emoji after the call with Lando, so you knew he must be upset, but he never reached out so you tried to shrug it off.

The last tournament of the season was here and you were in Ireland, prepped and ready to go. The first day of practice went by smoothly but you were overwhelmed by the fan attention you were getting on the actual start of the tournament.

Now you were pretty popular, in terms of female golfers, but your Twitter was blowing up all of the first day. You hadn’t had time to check it, just seen that you were being mentioned a lot, which was confusing because you didn’t even think you were off to a hot start.

At the end of the first day you were signing a fan’s hat when she said something that stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m so happy for you and Lando,” she gushed. “I’m a big F1 fan so it’s like my two worlds colliding.”

You gave her a weird look, “What do you mean?”

She just laughed, “It’s not a secret anymore remember? You guys are so cute together.”

She walked off before you could say anything. You wouldn’t have had the chance to anyways because Lily was stomping angrily towards you.

“I thought we were friends,” she yelled at you and you flinched back.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, bewildered.

“You and Lando?” She pressed, clearly pissed. “When were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” You exclaimed.

“That you’re dating!” She snapped. Your eyes went wide as you stared at her.

“We are not dating,” you said. “I literally stopped talking to him like two weeks ago.”

“Then what’s this?” She asked, pushing her phone in your face. It was Lando’s Instagram story, a selfie of him at this very golf course with the caption: “last tournament of the season for my girlfriend, go get em @.yourusername”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as you stared at the screen. The world around you seemed to slow down as you tried to process what you were seeing.

"Girlfriend?" you whispered, the word feeling foreign on your tongue.

Lily's anger softened slightly at your genuine shock. "You really didn't know?"

"I—no," you stammered, taking her phone to look more closely at the post. There he was, looking as handsome as ever in a McLaren cap, the familiar backdrop of the course behind him. "This makes no sense. We're not together. We haven't even spoken since I called him after Sophie's funeral."

Your hands trembled slightly as you pulled out your own phone, ignoring the hundreds of notifications to dial Lando's number. It rang several times before going to voicemail.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. He was here. At your tournament. With that caption.

You weren’t sure if you were going to punch him or kiss him when you saw him.

You found him just off the 18th green.

He was standing beside a sponsor tent, sunglasses perched on his head, arms crossed casually as he chatted with someone from the tournament staff. He hadn’t seen you yet.

But you saw him.

And your heart did that stupid skip it always did when he was near.

You stormed over, not caring who was watching, stopping dead in front of him. He turned just as you approached, the easy smile falling slightly as he read your expression.

“Y/n—”

“You can’t just show up here and post something like that,” you hissed, voice low but sharp. “Do you know how confused I’ve been all day? What are you doing?”

He looked at you for a long moment, then nodded slowly, as if steeling himself. “You didn’t let me talk.”

“What?” you blinked.

“Two weeks ago,” he said, stepping closer, voice quiet but fierce. “You called me, told me it was over, and then hung up before I could say anything. You said what you felt—and I get that, I do—but you never gave me the chance to tell you how I feel.”

You opened your mouth, but he shook his head.

“Let me finish this time,” he said softly.

Your breath caught.

“I was scared. At first, I didn’t even realize what we were becoming. I thought I didn’t want something serious. But then I started waking up thinking about you. Wondering what city you were in. Watching your tournaments when I should have been studying track data. Missing you even when we’d just hung out the day before.”

You stared at him, frozen.

“I didn’t know what I wanted—until I lost you.”

He took one more step, close enough now that you could see the nerves in his eyes despite his calm tone.

“I don’t want casual anymore,” he said simply. “Not with you.”

Your heart was pounding now, so loud it felt like a roar in your ears.

“I want the boring Sundays. I want the quiet mornings. I want you. And I’d only ever settle down for you, Y/n. Because I’m in love with you.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“I thought you didn’t want that kind of life…”

“I didn’t,” he admitted, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Until you showed me what it could feel like. Until you made me realize I’d never be able to find anything better than this—than us.”

You stood there for a second, trying to speak around the lump in your throat.

“I didn’t know,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said gently. “And I don’t blame you for protecting your heart. But I’m here now. I’m ready. If you’ll have me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming flood of emotion you had buried since the call that day on the dock.

You nodded.

He grinned.

And then you stepped forward and kissed him. Not like you had before—not drunk, not teasing, not fleeting, but real. Lasting. Like something worth holding onto.

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cheriladycl01 · 1 year ago

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Could you fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader? They're on vacation during the winter and she's cold, so she take a water bottle and cradle it. Nando saw it and felt jelly and left out🤭 I don't know if it make sense. Add something else to it if it's not right. Thanks!! :))

Finland Freeze - Fernando Alonso x WifeReader

Plot: Fernando decided to take you on a ski trip, however after testing out the bunny slopes and multiple falls you need to go back to the log cabin for some warmth, however Fernando feels as though he should be that warmth instead!

"Come on. It's not that hard!" your husband Fernando laughed from the bottom of the small hill. You look down at him, from up here the slope looked huge.

There was multiple kids going past you, throwing themselves into the activity while you stayed there apprehensively.

"Come on mi amor!" he shouts up to you. You take a few more seconds before starting pushing yourself down the slope on the ski's. You start to speed up and you try leaning into the turn but end up just plopping down into the icy slope. You look up, pulling your goggles up seeing your husband laughing at you with his hands on his knees.

A dad laugh.

You got up quickly rubbing the snow away from your now probably bruised bum. You start up again, taking the turns a little slower and manage to get down to your husband with only 2 more slip ups.

As you neared him, he opened his arms wide as if you were a toddler coming towards him. You however didn't fully slow to a stop, and end up falling in between his legs taking him down with you.

"Offph, I know when i married you I said till death do us part... but your taking that very seriously!" he jokes looking over you before helping you up from the snowy floor.

"Your the one who got me to come to Finland with you! I would have happily spent my winter in Dubai, or Australia!" you comment, pulling him into a hug.

The next few times and he comes down the hill with you, holding your hand and making sure to balance you back out when you start to skid.

After a few more hours, your getting too cold, your cheeks fully red and not enjoying the dropping temperatures. You say that you'll go back to the cabin on the ski resort to warm up while Fernando goes on the big slopes with his personal trainer.

You get in, changing from the damp skiing gear you were sporting and wrapping a dressing gown around you while you shove it all in the washing machine.

You quickly make your way over to the bathroom getting in the warm shower and rinsing of your body, keeping it on a warm temperature to try and warm up the furthest bits of your body.

You stayed there for at least 45 minutes, where you fingers slowly started to resemble prunes. You put on joggers and a hoodie of your husbands and some big fluffy socks. You make you way down to the living area turning the kettle on immediately. You grab the matches and light the wood inside the fireplace that Fernando had put there the previous night when you both realized you'd used most of it up.

Once the kettle has boiled you split the water, most of it going into the pink fluffy hot water bottle you'd conveniently taken with you, even though you'd been told you wouldn't need it. The other goes into making yourself a tea, using the last of the milk you guys had brought for the cup, noting you'd have to go to the little shop on the lodge sight later tonight.

You grab multiple unhealthy snacks that Fernando always held a grudge when he saw you lazing around on the sofa and his cheat day foods in hand on a random Wednesday.

You set yourself up on the sofa under a white fluffy blanket, nesting yourself down in between the large pillows. You hug the hot water bottle and turn on a new crappy rom-com in the Netflix recommended.

Fernando walks in the door, snow in his hair from the growing snow storm outside making you chuckle at his gruff entrance despite his small stature.

He walk over to you and leans down kissing your lips making you recoil away and bury down into your blankets more due to the coldness he brought.

"No kisses?" he asks looking at you with a tilted head and puppy dog eyes.

"You're cold hermoso" you smile shyly, not wanting to be rude but also wanting to keep warm.

"Hmmmm, i'll get changed and then you've got to let me in that bundle of warmth!" he exclaims before crossing over to the bedroom.

He comes back in a pair of shorts and t-shirt the outfit making your eyes widen shocked that he could even possibly be warm in that outfit. He starts to climb into your nest you've created pulling a random wrapper off you and into the little bin behind you both before he starts to undo all your hard work of keeping the warmth in.

"Mmmmm no please!" you complain hugging the water bottle closer trying to keep the warmth.

"I'm hurt mi amor! This bottle is a better source of heat than me? Your husband?" he asks looking over you and you want to nod you really do but his expression makes you just stay still as he starts to pull the blanket away from you. He lays down, re-wrapping the blanket around himself when he pulls your hot water bottle away.

You groan out a complain.

"Mmmm I'm better than this stupid bottle!" he says before snaking his hands up under your hoodie making you shiver and whine from how cold his hands are.

"Fernando!" you gasp when he fully flattens his hands on your back.

"We'll warm up soon" he smiles fully laying on your and hugging your body into his.

"I was warm until you showed up" you sigh starting to play with his hair that was under the blanket so your finger tips didnt get too cold.

Eventually the fire really kicked in and your body heats started to regulate meaning you were both warming each other up nicely now, to the point where you both fell asleep in your little nest of the sofa hugging each other with the soft voices from the next movie that had automatically played on in the back ground.

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pinkyqily · 3 months ago

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lauren james request!! readers birthday is new years day and lauren surprises her for new years and her birthday with a gift she has always wanted (a pet, expensive item, a car, anything valuable really)

𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - Lauren james x reader

Summary : Your girlfriend surprises you with a well awaiting - well you'll need to read to find out the surprise duh, can't always be spoiling fic it ain't gifting day!.

Contains : fluff

A/n : Thank you for requesting this, I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like reading it too. As always, feedback like ask or comments are highly appreciated if you send them 💕.

Your 24th birthday was coming up soon, and you knew your girlfriend lj has been planning something. From the hints she's been leaving you.

From getting you things on your birthday wish list, too, your recent trip to dubai. But you couldn't wrap your mind to what it could be.

So after working a really long shift, the last day of December because you wanted to take an off day for the 1st as it was your birthday. Who would want to work on their birthday, definitely not me.

Instead of witnessing the normal jersey thrown on the floor, gym bag is normally on the floor of your shared apartment with your girlfriend. Was a little too quiet and clean for your liking.

"Lauren, I'm home." You tried calling out her name serval times but was met with silence. You brought your phone and tried dialing her number but was taken straight to voice-mail, which was werid because she would pick up right after the second ring.

Not wanting to overthink the situation, you headed to the bathroom. For a very needed pampering after working a long shift. Grabbing a matching robe that you and Lj have while applying a fresh new face mask.

Your mind couldn't stop wondering where your girlfriend was. It felt like she had disappeared but not so much. Giving you hella vibes of jamais Vu or whatever the French call it.

You tried to push out the negative thoughts out, you started by cleaning your shared space, and as you, we're cleaning your closet. You found a really old photo of you and Lauren back when you first met her at the euros' finals.

The sudden feels of deja vu sent shivers up your spine. Clock was ticking, and your girlfriend was nowhere to be found. Wanting to try again, you picked up your phone from where you had placed it re-dialing Lauren number but was met with a deadline.

You couldn't remember how long you had stayed up waiting for your girlfriend, but to no avail you fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The next day, you would wake up still with no Lauren around you. Suddenly, your body is filled with panic, but before you could fully react, you heard sounds of rumbling coming from your living room.

Getting out of bed and quickly rushing with only your hairspray as a tool of self defense incase someone had broken in. To your holy surprise, your apartment had been broken into by the girlfriend you we're worried about.

"Where the heck have you been lauren you had me really worried?" You told her with hints of announcements in your voice. "I know baby things weren't going like I planned, so I had to work with what I could." She said with guilt.

"Felt like you disappeared on me." You said, tears falling from your eyes. " I'm sorry baby, I promise it won't happen again, and the surprise would definitely be worth it." You heard her say as she was wiping away the tears. "Happy birthday lovely".

After hours of reassuring from lauren and spending the day showerd with love and care. You truly found out what your big surprise was because lauren had told you to get dressed in your fancy but most comfortable dress, and you would meet her at some special cottage.

The moment you finished getting ready, there was a limo already waiting for you outside your home. Your head was really spinning to what lauren was planning.

Before you could get deep in thoughts, the driver had informed you of your arrival.

The place Lauren had book was beautiful as you entered through the halls rose petals were on the ground, pictures of you and Lauren though out the years hanged on the wall.

But the one that caught your eyes was a picture of when you guys were doing long distance and she came to surprise you from the other side of the world, when you poured your heart to her the night prior to her visit.

You finished your walk to find lj in a room fully decorated and in a suit looking most beautifully as ever. "Lauren, what going on?" You asked her as your voice laced with nervousness.

She started by saying."Since the day that I meet you at the euros was the moment I realized what being inlove meant, you made me become the woman that I am today stood by my side when the whole world was doubting me but you never gave up on us kept on fighting no matter the difficulties that we faced, but it all does matter to me and all I ask of you today is-.

She said, getting on one knee but before she could finish. You felt like you knew what she was gonna say next, didn't even let her finish her sentence before nodding your head and saying. "If you're asking me to marry you, then it is a yes." You told her suddenly, feeling her strong arms wrap around you. " Happy birthday, baby,".

Cutting her off guard by placing your lips onto hers, you we're now engaged to Lauren james, the best birthday gift you could've asked for.

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f0point5 · 1 year ago

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MAD MAX FIGHT SCENE WHEN?? I have never needed a written piece more than right now

I also reserve the right to imagine Emilia throwing a shoe at someone in this scenario. Idk why i just feel like it could happen. She is not happy about it

MAD MAX FIGHT SCENE NOW!!!

Tell me why this went four different ways before I came to this version. The alternate version took place in a club and had Emilia spraying champagne at a bunch of people but fundamentally it didn’t work as a written piece because you can’t hear what anyone’s saying in a club for shit 😂 No shoe throwing but I hope you like it anyway 😂

Me writing action scenes is like something out of that book After it’s so bad I’m sorry but I hope you got where I’m going 😂

✨set after the Monaco Grand Prix 2018✨

I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming

Another Monaco GP, another yacht party. You’re not even sure whose yacht it is but you don’t care. During GP weekend, drivers can pretty much walk onto whatever boat they want. You, Max, Clara, and Laurent had wandered onto the biggest boat with people having a party and set about forgetting Max’s nightmare weekend. The party is chaotic, you’re not sure how long whoever is in charge of the marina will let the noise and overcrowding go on, but you’re enjoying the high, four shots down with Max on the upper deck, lazily moving to the music emanating from the DJ playing his set downstairs.

“Where’s Laurent?” Max asks, practically shouting in your ear. He’s tipsy, which he deserves to be, his arm slung over your shoulder as he looks around, jerking your body as he turns. He’s out way too late, you can tell by how his t-shirt is clinging to him, and the fluffy top of his hair has completely broken free of the gel hold. He looks positively feral. You don’t hate it.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, pushing up onto your tiptoes so you don’t have to shout. “Probably fucking Clara in a bathroom somewhere,”

Max chuckles at that, taking a sip of his Red Bull. He offers it to you but you shake your head.

“I thought you were supposed to be supporting me,” he jokes as you avoid the can.

“Not by rotting my insides,” you tell him, squirming in his hold as he bops to the Dua Lipa remix he’ll pretend he’s never heard before. He manoeuvres you in front of him as if you don’t even have feet, wrapping his arm around your stomach so that you’re still trapped, but comfortable.

“Je bent niet leuk, schatje,” he says into your ear. The air on your neck makes you shiver against him, and he must think you’re cold because he holds you tighter.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you tell him, which makes him smirk. “And I’m not your baby,”

“Ja, maar-“

“Max!”

You twist in Max’s hold when a guy you don’t recognise appears from somewhere in the crowd. Max lets go of you to greet him, and without being entirely engulfed by 80kgs of Red Bull and audacity, you realise you’re parched. You tell Max you’ll be right back and scoot out of reach before he can say anything. You creep through the crowd and then downstairs to where the drinks are without twisting your ankle, which, given how drunk you felt back upstairs, sort of surprises you.

There’s several ice buckets lining the edge of the deck and you peruse the options. You’ve certainly had enough to drink but one more vodka couldn’t hurt. You glance over at the cans of Red Bull and make a note to take one with you as you pick a glass off the table.

“Do you come with the bottles?”

Well, that’s a choice of opening line, talking to a girl like she’s a phone charm.

You turn to see what, not whom, actually felt comfortable saying that out loud and there he was. The epitome of a guy who would say that. He’s older than you, maybe mid to late 20s, all tan and tight jeans, dark hair cut in a fade, gold watch that could be seen from space and those Louboutin loafers. His cologne smells like Dubai.

You look him up and down very slowly and deliberately. “Not if you’re buying them,” you say, turning back to the ice bucket.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” his voice is closer now, almost in your ear. You turn only slightly and find his face already next to yours. ”Come have a drink over here,” he nods over to a seating area where a few guys sit with girls that look too young to be there.

You know the type - down on a girls trip for the weekend with only party outfits in their bags, they’d likely hung around the marina until the pack of jackals had brought them here to ply them with alcohol they didn’t have to pay for. You’re half offended that this guy thought you’d be anywhere near that easy.

“I’ve got enough, thanks.” You say, firmer this time, as you give up on the vodka and just grab one of the many bottles of champagne in the ice bucket. When you turn to leave, you practically collide with the hunk of meat now towering over you.

“Who do I have to speak to to get you to come have a drink with me?” He asks, as if that’s meant to be sexy.

You roll your eyes. “Your hairdresser.”

“Come on, just one drink. I’ll make it worth your while,” he says, his eyes glancing down. You follow his gaze, already steeling yourself for some vulgar gesture, but he pulls out the edge of his wallet from his jeans.

You roll your eyes again. “I’m not pay for play. Now leave me alone.”

You step around him this time, starting to make your way back towards the stairs when this experiment in protein shake consumption blocks your way. You almost trip trying not to crash into him, not that he would have minded if the way he leans into you Is any indication.

“Look, I’m not some nobody, baby, I’ve got real fucking money. I’m what all you pretty girls come out here in your skimpy dresses for,” he says, the noxious smell of chemicals and tequila almost making your eyes water. What makes you feel sick is the way he uses his height advantage to look down your dress. “So have a drink with me. It’ll be fun, I promise,”

Only now does he employ an actual smile, the kind that you’d never want to be in a room alone with. Suddenly, you don’t feel like making any more jokes, you just want to get as far away from this guy as possible. Turning on your heels, you figure you’ll double back around the deck, but a hand tight on your wrist stops you in your tracks.

“Don’t walk away from me,” the words are growled, and you feel your pulse spike. Now you’re scared, but showing it will get you nowhere.

“Get off me,” you snap, trying to shake the giant cretin off you without causing a scene. He doesn’t let go and you’re just about to bottle him over the head when you hear Max’s voice.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Max strides towards you, looking as angry as you’ve ever seen him. He must have been watching from up by the railings of the top deck.

“Oh, here we go,” the guy grumbles, rolling his eyes as he looks at Max. You take the opportunity to wrench your arm free of him. “Don’t worry, bro. You can have her back when I’m finished with her,”

“You arrogant piece of shit,” you snarl at the guy, almost taking a step towards him before thinking better of it.

“Watch your mouth,” he snaps back, pointing a finger at you. “Your ass isn’t that nice,”

“The fuck did you just say?” Max yells over the music. He guides you behind him effortlessly and you don’t argue, though you do keep hold of his arm.

“You heard me, you prick,” the douchebag says, flashing Max a cocky grin. That won’t go down well.

You pull on Max’s arm. You can tell from the set of his shoulders that this is getting out of hand.

“Max, leave it,�� you tell him, pulling him again, and this time he listens, sighing and shaking his head. He knows he has to let it go.

“Jesus,” the arrogant pig sneers, and you cringe. “Has this bitch got a magic pussy or something?”

You don’t even have a chance against Max’s reaction speed. He’s moving before your eyes can even follow, shoving the guy backwards so quickly that the drunkard stumbles slightly, but not as much as you thought he would.

“Shut the fuck up,” Max growls at him.

Dickhead doesn’t take this well, shoving Max back. You’re too scared to get in the middle now. People are starting to stare, a couple of them even have their phones out.

“Max,” it’s more of a plea than anything. “Stop it,”

You know Max isn’t going to just drop it. He doesn’t know how to walk away from a fight, it’s just that normally his fighting involves being protected by a ton of carbon fibre, not that he thinks he needs it.

“You don’t want to mess with me, man,” the guy shouts, looking over Max’s shoulder to glare at you. “Certainly not over some dirty yacht slut,”

Once again, you’re no match for Max’s reaction speed. You don’t see his arm move. You’re barely able to process his fist connecting with the guy’s face. You just see Dickhead fly backwards clutching his jaw as he tumbles to the ground.

“Max!” You scream, but this time he totally ignores you.

“Fucking pussy,” he yells, at the same volume but now that the music has been turned down so that everyone can pay attention to the spectacle, it feels like the whole marina can hear him.

He steps towards the disoriented drunkard on the floor and this time you manage to catch up with him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him backwards.

“Max, come on,”

He’s fighting it a little, and you press your nails into his skin as you fight harder, dragging him away from where Douchebag’s friends have swarmed around him trying to help. You know they’re looking in your direction but you ignore them and you’re hoping Max does, too.

He turns to look at you and it’s like barely recognises you, his face is flushed and his pupils are dilated and you don’t entirely recognise him either. It knocks the wind out of you, and for just a second you swear everything stops, even your heartbeat.

“You’re okay?” Max asks you, through frenzied breathing.

Your mouth is dry but you speak anyway. “I’m fine.” You don’t know if you’re lying. “Let’s just go,”

You don’t give him time to argue, and it seems he’s calmed down enough to realise now is a good time to cut your losses, because he follows you without complaint.

You don’t let go of him until you’re on the concrete pathway up towards the stairs that have street access. More accurately, that’s when you become aware that you’re still holding onto him. When two toasted revellers try to walk between you but can’t, and shout something at you in Spanish for walking too slow. You let go of Max but he still doesn’t say anything. You keep stealing glances at him as you walk. His shoulders are still tight, his jaw is clenched. His hands are clenched into fists at his side. He still looks livid. That’s why you’re nervous, that’s why you can’t catch your breath, that’s why it’s hard to look away from him. You’re worried about him.

“Well, that was stupid,” you say with a sigh, once you’re sure your words won’t come out as some kind of breathy invocation of a worse kind of chaos than anything you’ve already been involved in tonight.

“That guy was stupid,” Max shoots back, grinding his teeth.

“You could have got hurt, Max,” you tell him, shoving him in the arm. He rolls his eyes. Of course. When taking your own life in your hands is what you get paid for there’s not much you can afford to be scared of. “What would have happened if you’d broke your hand? Your dad would actually kill me,”

“My dad would have done the same thing I did,” Max counters, and you can tell by the several expressions that cross his face in quick succession that he doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.

“Your dad is an idiot,” you remind him. He doesn’t argue. “And so are you,”

He scoffs. “So I was just supposed to let him talk to you like that? Touch you like that?” It’s not really a question, more a general statement of unadulterated disgust and you can’t really blame him. “Fuck that. I’m not going to just-“

He cuts himself off, his jaw ticking again. Neither of you have ever spoken about it, but you know men behaving like sentient sewage is a sore subject for both of you. Maybe, you think, you shouldn’t make him feel bad for standing up for you. You’d never needed anyone to stand up for you, and you still didn’t, but the fact that Max always did means more to you than you know how to articulate.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, catching more of the corner of his mouth than you intended, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stops walking and looks at you, the left side of his lips twitching.

“You kiss idiots?” Max asks, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

“Exclusively,” you shrug, “judging by my dating history,”

That makes him laugh, a proper one, with that bark he does when he’s surprised how funny he finds something. All traces of the menace from the boat filter out of his body, and something in the back of your head tells you it was just in time.

“Hey,” a loud, obnoxious, and lovable voice rings out behind you. You turn around and see Laurent walking towards you with a well satisfied Clara on his back, holding a large bottle of pilfered champagne. “Where the fuck have you two been?”

#max Verstappen x reader

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curdledbreastmilk · 6 months ago

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Kinktober Day 2

Word count: 1805

The theme for day 2 is "Piercing, Double Penetration, Voyeurism"

I'm sorry this sucks. I just needed to give up on this to catch up the rest of my stories. :(

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It had been a long mission. A simple job turned into a nightmare for Chris. He reached out for yours and Leons help. BOWs roamed the streets of Dubai and we had to swoop in and kill them. After the bloody and few day long battle, we had finally accomplished the mission. Tired, bloody, and sore, the three of us found what looked like a hotel. We didn’t understand any Arabic so when Chris was getting the room we had no idea what we were actually getting. Chris paid for it and took the key from the old man running the front desk. The three of us roamed the halls looking for the matching symbol on the key as the doors. Leon found it and Chris unlocked the door. Once it was pushed opened, the three of us grew dumbfounded. There was one king bed and a couch. I guess it can be figured out. We were all so exhausted it didn’t even matter right now. We all stumbled into the room. Leon plopped onto the bed and lied back with his arms sprawled out as Chris shrugged off all of his heavy gear onto the couch. I stared at the two before speaking.

“How is this gonna work?”

“I’m definitely getting the bed..” Leon muttered out.

“I can stay on the couch.” Chris sighed out to be a gentleman.

“Well, we can figure it out. I’m gonna shower first.” I left the two men and went into the bathroom. It was decent, everything looked clean but it was slightly outdated, I was so dirty that I didn’t even care if it was just a bucket and some water. I shut the door and began stripping my clothes off. I was covered in dirt, blood, and God knows what else. I plopped my dirty clothes around me as I ran the shower. I turned the hot water almost completely up as I stepped inside and felt the immediate relief on my sore muscles. I closed the curtain and washed off my body. I relished in the steam and hot water as I wiped down my whole body with the hotel bar soap. I showered for awhile longer as I turned the water off and stepped outside. The cool air made me shiver as I grabbed one of the white, folded hotel towels from the rack and began drying off. I wrapped my hair in the towel and grabbed a robe hanging from the back of the door. I slid it on and wrapped it around me securely before I walked out of the bathroom. I stepped into the room as Chris and Leon looked at me. They looked like they were just arguing about something.

“It’s a nice shower…” I spoke to break the tension.

“I could use that right now.” Chris looked down at his clothes.

“You better not have used up all of the hot water.” Leon spoke frustratedly.

“I didn’t, calm down.” I sat down on the edge of the bed as I pulled the towel from my hair and began drying off my hair.

“I’m going next.” Leon stated as he went into the bathroom. Chris sighed as he sat down on the bed at a respectable distance from me. I continued to dry my hair off before I threw the towel onto a bench by the tv stand.

“It sucks that there’s only one bed.” I looked over at Chris.

“At least there IS a bed.” I smiled at him as Leon left the bathroom. He was shirtless with just his towel around him. I watched as Leon plopped down on the bed behind Chris and I.

“Your turn…” Leon mumbled out as he relaxed his face into the pillow. Chris stood up annoyed as he went into the bathroom next.

“Was that nice?” I glanced at Leon as he looked like he was already falling asleep on the bed.

“Mhmm…” I didn’t bug Leon anymore because he seemed exhausted. I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the robes material on my thighs, and listened to the sounds of the water hitting the showers floor. I was thinking about where I was going to sleep. I could just sleep on the couch so I wouldn’t have to awkwardly sleep next to Leon. I was quickly pulled from my thoughts as Chris came out from the bathroom shirtless as well with a towel snug around his waist. Steam rolled out from behind him as he sighed, relaxed and walked over to the couch. He sat down and relaxed into the couch as I watched his muscles relax.

“Are you going to sleep on the couch?” I stared back up into his eyes.

“I don’t feel comfortable making you sleep anywhere else but the bed. You’ve been through a lot.” Chris was rotating his arm to stretch his shoulder.

“So have you. You’ll just get more sore by sleeping on that couch.” I sighed and gestured my hand toward him, already being sore and stretching.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you.” I sighed as I was not happy with his answer.

“We can all share the bed.” I stared at Chris with a cocked eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Chris tilted his head in confusion.

“I’ll just lay in the middle. Leon is already passed out. You will sleep on the other end. It’s a big bed.” Chris was silent for a moment before he reluctantly nodded.

“I suppose, as long as you’re comfortable with it.” I smiled at Chris to reassure him.

“I would rather that then make you sleep on the couch.” I laid back on the bed and scooted so I was close to Leon. Making room for Chris. He sighed slightly as he stood up from the couch and turned the light off. I felt and heard him get onto the bed. Chris laid on his side so his back was toward me. He was on the very edge of the bed. Leon had his back to me as well, so honestly this wasn’t that bad. The only sound to be heard in the pitch black room is our collective breathing. Leon’s was the loudest, but also had a calming rhythm. I laid on my back as I stared up at the pitch black ceiling and grabbed some of the blanket from Leon. I threw it over myself and made sure ro hit Chris with some of it too. I focused on slowing my breathing as I kept my eyes shut. I could hear that Chris had fallen asleep before me. I sighed and focused on falling asleep. Right when I felt like maybe I was about to sleep, Leon rolled over and pressed his body into my side. His bare chest pressed into the robe covering my arm as his hand draped over my waist, entrapping me. He gripped the robe I was wearing and pulled me closer to him. I tensed up slightly as I couldn’t see anything. I just assumed Leon was doing this in his sleep.

“You’re not even fighting back…” Leon spoke in an almost whisper as his tone was filled with a tease as he gripped my hip and pulled me onto my side. I tensed more as I realized he was actually awake. I felt him pull me flush against his chest as I smelled his scent. Sweat mixed with the hotel soap. I felt him lean in closer toward my face as his hot breath tickled my cheek, making my small hairs stand up.

“Le… Leon…?” All he responded with was a shush.

“Shhh… You don’t want to wake up Chris now do you?” His tone was still teasing as his fingers began to trace my jawline. I stayed tensed up as my eyes desperately searched the darkness to see something of Leon, to see what expression was on his face. His hands grew more adventurous as his hand went from my jawline to my cheek, and his other hand slid under my robe. I gasped in shock as I felt his hand begin to fondle my breast. Leon chuckled quietly as he pinched my nipple piercing.

“I didn’t peg you as the type…” Leon spoke in a smooth, low tone as he rubbed my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I gasped more as my body began to lose its tension from the pleasure rolling out inside my body now. His hand contained to cup my cheek as I could feel that cocky smirk on his face, even though I couldn’t see it. Suddenly my lips are taken in a kiss. I lied shocked for a moment as Leon’s stubble dug into the soft skin of my face. I leaned into his kiss as my hands came up and cupped his cheeks. My thumbs ran over the stumble lightly as our lips clashed together. His finger kept rolling and tugging on my nipple as I gasped against his lips. Leon took this as a welcome as he eagerly pushed his tongue into my mouth. I sighed sweetly into his mouth as our tongues rolled together. His hand went from my cheek to my hair as he ran his fingers through it gently, My hands gripped his cheeks firmer as I twirled and tangled my tongue with his. Leon continued to toy with my nipple as we kissed and played with our tongues. I felt his erection through the towel around his waist as it poked into my leg. I gasped and pulled back from the kiss.

“L-Leon…~” He just started kissing my neck and ignored my plea. I gripped his arms and panted until I was brought out of my lustful state by the room illuminating up. The lamp turned on as I glanced to see Chris sitting on the couch. I panicked and tried to push Leon off but he wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t worry… I don’t mind.” Chris spoke in a smooth, sultry tone that somehow turned me on even more. Leon chuckled against my neck as his hands spread open my robe. I shivered and panted as I felt him spread open my legs toward Chris.

“How she looking down there…?” Leon spoke while still kissing my neck.

“Messy…” Chris groaned as I tried to close my legs.

“Ah ah ah…~” Leon pried my legs open as he ran his girthy finger down my slick folds. I arched my back slightly in response. I bit my lip and gripped the bed around me as he slowly slid his finger inside me.

“Jesus… so fucking tight…” Leon groaned as he harshly began fingering me. I moaned loudly and arched my back as he added a second finger.

//I’m sorry it's October 16th I just want to move on from this story to catch up :P//

#chris redfeild x reader #chris redfield smut #chris redfield resident evil #chris redfield #leon kennedy

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melanieph321 · 1 year ago

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 5/8

Y/N in this chapter 😩

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

He couldn't wait. Neither of you could wait. However, it was Ruben who insited on flying you out to Manchester for the weekend to watch him play.

"I have nothing, what should I wear?" You asked Alicia, as she helped raid your closet.

"I would say go shopping. But..."

"I don't have any money."

"Of course you don't."

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Huh, what was that?"

"I said, I bet Mr Siddiq have some money to spare."

You rolled your eyes. "Let it go Alicia, it's been months."

"But don't you miss it?" She crawled across the fallen outfits on your bedroom floor. "Don't you miss the thrill of spending somone elses money? The thrill of getting anything you want with one phone call to some account in Dubai? Don't you miss it?"

"No."

You would suggest that she lay of the caffeine, however with Alicia you never know, it could be drugs.

"Alright, if you've got nothing to wear I guess I can lend you some of my designer clothes."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Unlike you, I put Mr Siddiq's money to good use when we were in Portugal."

"Thank you Alicia, really."

"No worries, and I'll make sure to slip in the promiscious lingerie I got from Savage x Fenty."

You arrived in Manchester on Friday evening, barley making it home after a day's work. You had to rush to the airport not to miss your flight. Then Ruben had a car pick you up at the airport, since it would be too tight for him to pick you up himself after his training. Nevertheless, your heart was in your throat by the time the car pulled up to his apartment building. The doorman had you hand over your ID card so he could check the guest list. It was fancy, the way that Ruben lived.

"Y/N, you're here!"

The doorman let you take the elevator up to the right floor. You knocked on Ruben's door and was happily suprised to see him appear with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his lean waist.

"Suprise." You smiled, even though he was well aware that you were coming. You hugged, a long hug, with Ruben apologizing for soaking your shirt.

"It's fine, I'll just have a quick change."

"Sure. The bathroom is over there. I'll get started on dinner."

Ruben could cook, he could really cook. You spent three hours around his dinner table, chatting away about anything and everything. "So what's the plan for tomorrow?" You asked, helping him clear the dishes.

"After the game, the depending on the result, we could eat out, have nice dinner somwhere."

"And if the game doesn't end well? What would happned then?" You were curious to know.

"Well, we're playing United, aren't we?"

"Yes, and?"

"Trust me." He smirked. "It will end well."

Next morning you woke up to an empty bed and a note on your bedside table.

"Off to the stadium. Made you breakfast. See you soon. –R ❤️"

Ruben was so sweet and apparently, a very deep sleeper. He had you in a strong hold of you all through the night, your body pressed to his, unable to move. And you loved every minute of it.

For breakfast he made you a delicious omelet with a proteinshake. The omelet was out of this world, however, the protein shake was a bit too heavy, so you put half of it away in the fridge for later. You got ready around one o'clock, dressing up in one of Alicia's cutest outfits. A black skirt with big pumps to go with, and a coat from Gucci along with a pair of leather gloves. You wore your hair in a tight bun, along with a pair of earmuffs for the cold. Ruben had a car ready to drive you to the stadium once you were done. It was breathtaking, seeing so many people line up for a football match. The experience would be a first for you but you were more than excited for it.

"Told you we would win."

Ruben was definitely not humble about his team leaving victorious against United.

"You were amazing Ruben, really."

"Thank you baby." He kissed you and you stiffened. It was the first time he had done so since your arrival, and he had done so whilst you were surrounded by all kinds of people.

"You okay?" He said, smiling at your reaction.

"I'm..." You smiled. "...fine. I'm all good actually."

"Good. So where do you wanna eat?"

You shrugged. "I'll go wherever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

He looked to contemplate something.

"Well, my friend is having this thing at this club, a celebration because of the win."

"Right."

"I'm not sure there'll be any food, but maybe we could pick somthing up on the way?"

Meeting Ruben's friends hadn't been involved in your plans for the weekend. It wasn't like you and Ruben were together or anything. How had it come to this?

"Or we could just go somewhere else." He said, noticing your hesitation. "I know some nice restaurants nearby by if you...."

"It's fine Ruben." You assured. "I'd love to go clubbing with you and your friends. However, I think I'm a bit underdressed."

It wasn't that you were underdressed. You wore more layers than most of the girls that you ran into in th club. But, you were really not dressed for a night out.

"Oh my god, hi! You must be Y/N!"

"Um, hi."

At some point of the night, when Ruben got comfortable letting go of your hand, you ran into a girl at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Lauren. I saw when you came in with Ruben and thought I'd say hello."

"Um, hello?"

"I'm being creepy, sorry. I'm with Jack."

"Jack?" You frowned. You don't believe Ruben had introduced you to a Jack yet.

"Yeah, Jack Grealish....Ruben's teammate?"

You looked around, confused as to who the girl was reffering to."

"You've never heard of Jack Grealish?"

"Um, no. But I'm sure if you point him out I could...."

It doesn't matter. Can I have your socials?"

"My what?"

"Your social medias. Like Instagram, Tik Tok. Please don't tell me you're on Facebook?"

"I'm not. I just don't think..."

It doesn't matter, I'll find you."

It was like watching a master at work. In under twenty seconds Lauren had picked up her phone and scrolled through hundreds of accounts. "Found it! @y/n.1995, right?"

"Right."

She worked fast. Faster than Ruben, who didn't have your @ for obvious reasons.

"Ugh, why is it so grey?" Was Lauren's reaction to your feed. "And who's that fat guy in like every picture?"

"Eh, that would be my dad."

"Oh."

Most of the content you put out on your social medias were of other people. You should've given Lauren Alicia's Instagram, there she might have found what she was looking for. Aesthetic traveling content that made real agencies look like amateurs. However, Lauren kept scrolling, looking displeased until the end.

"You and Ruben haven't posted each other yet. Are you guys like only having fun, or...?"

You had no idea what she possible meant by that, however, your answer was simple, perhaps too simple. "We've only been talking for a while, so..."

"I get it." Lauren nodded, finally putting away her phone and turning to order a drink at the bar. "Three bottles of Moët and a BIG bottle of Grey Goose."

"Three Moët, one 6L Goose, for table number three. Anything else?" The bartender rounded up Lauren's crazy bill. Hopefully she wasn't planning on consuming all of that alcohol by herself, you thought. No, prayed.

"No, that will be all, thanks."

"Sweet, that'll be 1 000 pounds."

"Fuck. I forgot my purse at the table. Y/N, you don't mind paying do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"The drinks are for our table. I'll just have Jack pay you back once he's sober enough."

"Um, what?" Was she crazy, you didn't have that kind of money.

"Unless you're not good for it. I could just get Ruben to..."

"No!" You panicked. "I mean....I'm good for it, paying for the alcohol."

"Great. I'll see you back at our the table."

You watched her skip away with the bottles and the last of your pride. The bartender made a gesture that you were holding up the line.

"I'm just gonna make a phone call." You said, shying away from the crowd. You looked up the number that Alicia made you save as "Suger Daddy #1"

"Yes, hello? Is this Mr Siddiq's accountant?"

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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lovekz · 2 years ago

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baby mama <3 (6)

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can't get over her. it seems like she can't get over him.

warnings : fighting, baby mama drama, drunk behavior, not proofread

note : the girls are so late w this one yall, sorry

by the end of the night, most of the people taiju wasn't too close to had made their way home.

anastasia left with her godfather, kokonoi, to spend some time with him and inui.

that just left you, shuji, mitsuya, yuzuha, hakkai, and taiju's woman.

when he said goodbye to the last of his guest, he made his way out into the backyard once more.

"alright. pool?" taiju suggested, pointing towards the now empty pool.

everyone agreed, making their way up to bathrooms and bedrooms.

but before you stepped off, you felt a hand grab your shoulder.

you thought it was taiju, ready to curse him out now that everyone was in the house.

but it was yuzuha.

"change with me." she suggested, giving you a warm smile as she pointed to the house.

you nodded hesitantly, grabbing your things from shuji and following her to the guest room she was staying in.

she shut the door behind her, resting her things onto the bed and taking her shirt off.

you followed suit, resting your pink outfit in the closet next to her clothes.

"loved the pink on you, by the way." yuzuha said, grabbing her bathing suit and tying her hair up.

it was a forest green two piece, a skirt accompanying her.

you rolled your eyes, pulling out your two piece bathing suit that was the same pastel pink as your outfit.

"yeah yeah. what do you want? you hate my guts, remember?" you scoffed, looking in her mirror and posing.

the statement made yuzuha chuckle as she put her slippers on. expensive, just like your own.

"it was the heat of the moment. i don't really hate you. we're basically sisters." yuzuha replied.

you whipped your head around to look at her, squinting.

"i know you seen that tramp hanging off taiju all night." you scoffed, putting on your slippers on.

yuzuha broke out into a laugh, walking up to you with her phone in hand.

"glad we have something to agree on. take pictures with me?" yuzuha questioned.

who were you to reject?

when you made it downstairs, everyone was already in the hot tub waiting for you.

you placed your belongings next to shuji's, climbing in to sit between hakkai and yuzuha.

shuji was next to yuzuha and mitsuya, having some sort of conversation with the shorter male.

"man, it's good to see you." hakkai said, stretching his arm to wrap around your shoulders and rock you.

he had more than enough drinks, making you giggle and rock along with him.

"you seen me a day or two, kai." you reminded, looking up at him with a smile.

"a day too long!" hakkai exclaimed, pressing a kiss into the temple of your head.

you completely forgot how much of a lovey drunk he was.

you turn your head to yuzuha, who was smiling.

"i'm glad to see you so relaxed zu. you're such a workaholic." taiju said, smiling at his little sister.

she turned to him with a little smile, and you don't miss the way it falters lightly when she sees lola or whatever her name is.

she was handing off of him again, arm wrapped around his bicep while she rested his head

yuzuha clears her throat before opening her mouth. "i take breaks, you know. and we're gonna take even more soon." she chuckles.

hakkai perks up at this and grows a even bigger (if possible grin).

"she said we're going to dubai for an event in two weeks." hakkai said, flaunting his invisible money.

yuzuha kissed her teeth and leaned back, mouthing months to everyone in the pool.

"dubai is so beautiful. i use to live there." larana piped up, beaming a smile at everyone.

shuji looked at you from the corner of his eye, giving you a look.

you couldn't understand what it meant, as he looked away from you with a small smile.

"the lightning is so beautiful. are these lights new?" shuji asked, looking towards taiju.

you reached your arm around hakkai to give shuji a high five.

taiju looked up at the lights, and so did everyone else. you smiled, immediately recognizing it.

"these are the lights i bought. why didn't you tell me you put them up tai?" you questioned.

you had bought the lights when you were staying, complaining that the backyard was too dark.

it was when you were pregnant with anastasia, and wanted to put your swollen feet in the hot tub.

the memory made taiju smile, shifting in his seating.

"i actually didn't. layna did." taiju said, squeezing her shoulder.

the air became uneasy, making shuji look at you with that same look from earlier.

get that bitch mama.

"so you just let anyone touch my shit?" you questioned as polite as can be. at least you thought so.

hakkai leaned off of you, finally sobering up enough to understand the vibe.

mitsuya blew air out, immediately looking over to his best friend for a response.

you could've sworn you heard him say 'me personally' under his breath, waiting for an reaction.

of course, he didn't receive what he wanted to hear from him. but a different response from the lady on his arm.

"i didn't think you'd mind. you did leave it here." layna scoffed lightly, looking at you.

you immediately lifted your hand out of the water, pointing your new acrylics to her.

"shut the fuck up while grown people talking." you spat, before looking back at tiaju.

"that's unnecessary, ma." taiju said, reaching out and pushing your hand down.

you rolled your eyes and grinned.

he didn't try to defend her. he just knew what you were insinuating by pointing at her.

"i didn't realize. was hoping you'd take them up today, didn't know they were this beautiful." taiju explained.

yuzuha looked at the girl who was fuming beside him, obviously feeling offended.

"for your information, i'm older than you." loriel snapped back.

a good few minutes later when everyone forgot about her.

"and still acting like a little bitch. push off." you laughed, putting your hand up to block her.

you immediately felt a hand slap yours down, much harsher than taiju did.

obviously, everybody seen who did it because they were shocked.

shuji looked at you again, now grinning and slouching in his seat.

beat this bitch up mama, don't let her punk you.

and that's exactly what you did.

you didn't bother taking your nails off, and just swung on her.

she stood up out of her seat along with you, but that didn't help her with anything.

you quickly got her up off her feet and onto the ground, pummeling her face in.

"get that hoe mama!" shuji cheered on immediately, pulling his phone out and grinning.

yuzuha did the same, kneeling over to get a good video.

lorie begins to try and fight back, effectively rolling you off of her and trying to get off of you.

of course, you don't allow that and kick her square in her chest, causing her to fall back into the wet grass behind you.

you get up once more, watching as she stood up and punched her right in her jaw and that fatass nose.

she shrieks, before reaching out to grab a hold of your hair.

you don't let her, punching her right in her face again and watching as she fell to the floor.

taiju, already over tonight, climbs out of the hot tub and drags away the girl, holding you up against the wall.

laryina was already knocked out.

"you got her. that's enough." taiju said, dodging all of your hits towards him.

"getting her isn't enough- i need that bitch in the hospital!" you cursed, swinging your legs.

taiju groaned in annoyance, before shoving you into the house with an eyeroll.

before you could run out after her, taiju shoves you into the nearby bathroom and catches you before you meet the floor.

"let go of me-" "shut up." taiju demands, stopping you from stepping out the door.

you huff, before beginning to pace up and down the bathroom.

"you looked so good tonight. why'd you let her get under your skin mama?" taiju questioned, frowning at you.

you looked at him, before running your hands through your hair.

"she- she was trying me tai! i don't take disrespect lightly and you know this." you complain, looking in the mirror.

your hair was fucked up and your nails were almost all gone.

and shuji just paid for them yesterday!

taiju could tell what you were thinking about, because he wrapped his arms around you.

"i know, but she's just upset with you." taiju mumbled into your neck, looking at you through the mirror.

you looked at him confused, trying to fix your hair. but you knew it was unsavable until you got home.

taiju let out a deep sigh, keeping you in his arms so that you didn't run off while his guard was down.

"she saw our tape." taiju complained quietly, rubbing your thighs lightly.

you raised your eyebrow, before you grew a grin.

"the one from a couple weeks ago?" you giggled, looking at him and squeezing his arms.

he nodded.

when you two shared a bed the night he wanted to remincise, maybe he wanted a video to remember it.

and maybe he wanted to say a couple things that he shouldn't have say.

and there's a possibility he made you say a few things as well.

to anyone, it seem like you two were making love.

and that's really not a good look on him, considering he had a girlfriend when it was made.

not like you cared though.

if you had him running back to you like you did constantly, maybe he wasn't interested in the relationship he was in.

you lightly move taiju's hands from around you and sigh, straightening up and looking at your nails.

"you should probably go help her." you grumbled quietly, not wanting to look at him.

taiju attached himself right back to you though, pressing soft kisses to your jaw line.

"fuck that. i wanna be here with you." he whispered, pulling your body into him.

you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, frowning.

before you could get another word out, loud knocks could be heard at the door.

"hey! shuji asked if you're ready to go." you heard yuzuha call out, making you sigh in relief.

you pushed taiju off you again, not before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"go help your woman, shiba." you said, opening the door and walking out to yuzuha.

the two of you walked to the room she was staying in, immediately having a seat on the bed.

yuzuha sighed, laying back with a light grin.

"man, i knew tonight would be fun." yuzuha stated, looking over to you with a smile.

you laugh, getting up and grabbing your clothes. "glad i was able to make your night." you said, putting your slippers on.

she nodded, standing up and giving you a hug.

"why don't you come to dubai with us? we'd love to have you." yuzuha suggested, tilting her head.

you nodded, wrapping your arms around her with a smile. "i'll let you know if i can make it." you whisper, before letting go.

by time you grabbed all your things and went downstairs, shuji was already by the door with his own stuff and your phone.

he was talking to mitsuya and hakkai, who were nodding along.

you know they all pitched in and worked together sometimes, so conversations came naturally.

"shu. you ready?" you asked, yawning quietly.

all that fighting made you tired.

"yeah. let's go mama, thanks for having us." shuji said, pulling you into his side and walking out to his car.

you got in the front seat, leaning back with a small sigh.

he started the car, beginning to drive you home. luckily, he was just the right amount of sober to get you there safely.

shuji respected your decision of not wanting to speak, letting the music fill the late night air.

when he makes it to your house, he parks in the driveway and grabs your hand.

"you okay?" he questioned, giving you a small frown.

you looked at him and smiled, squeezing his hand a bit. "just fine shu. a little tired, but fine." you informed.

he nods, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and handing you your things.

you thank him quietly, getting out of the car and walking to your front door.

when you open the girl shuji honks his horn. you turn around in confusion, raising your eyebrow.

"i love you girl!" he calls out, popping his head from outside the window with a big grin.

"i love you more you goof!" you laugh, waving as you watched him begin to pull out of the driveway.

you roll your eyes, before walking upstairs to your bathroom.

you climbed into the shower, deciding to rinse yourself off before heading to bed.

all that chlorine you were in earlier, then rolling around in the wet grass immediately after.

your body would probably be sore when you woke up tomorrow.

so when you got out the shower and changed into your pjs, your phone pinged three times.

you weren’t expecting anyone to text you.

but it was probably shuji letting you know that he made it home safe.

he did always say sharing his location wasn’t enough.

he needed to let you know verbally.

but it wasn’t him.

it was taiju

[3:13am] baby daddy : hope you made it home safe mama

[3:13am] baby daddy : I’m really sorry abt tn..

[3:14am] baby daddy : but I can’t stop thinking about you. can I take you out tomorrow? brunch?

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interiorwrapping · 2 months ago

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#bathroom wrapping #Bathroom vinyl wrapping Dubai #bathroom renovation #Vinyl Wrap

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short-skirt-longjackett · 2 years ago

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Renewal Isn't A Lie Anymore pt. 10

(okay so we're officially back and I'm ready to start hurting feelings again. And yayy double digits :) )

-Edward Nashton x gn! reader/ Bruce Wayne x gn! reader

-warnings: none that i can think of, but let me know if there are any!!

Hurt.

That's all you could feel right now. Emotionally and physically.

But even with all this pain, you're still standing.

You groaned as you woke up, opening your eyes to see your shared room with Bruce. The dark room, the black, silk sheets you convinced Bruce to get, and the strong scent of his cologne clung to the room around you.

You felt dead, your entire body hurt but mostly your neck. It felt like you were dragging ten sacks of potatoes just trying to sit up. But when you eventually do, you look at the ground below you. You were no longer in your funeral attire, but your old pajamas. The soft ones Bruce got for you from Dubai which you told him not to get you since they were expensive. You knew he still cared about you.

It was a surreal moment. Being back in your home after not being here for a while, but everything looked the same, just as you left it. You knew he liked certain things to look a certain way, but he also liked those certain things to look how you wanted them. When you two got serious, you took over creative control of his manor, which he had no problem with. It may sound stupid to others, but he liked whatever you liked.

Slowly standing up, you walked to the bathroom at a snail's pace, legs feeling like jello as you walked. Turning on the night felt like hell as your eyes adjusted to the brightness. Looking into the mirror, you saw your figure. In shorter words, you looked like shit. You neck was marked with red lines from that metal death trap that was around your neck. As you ran your fingertips over the red marks, you heard a familiar voice.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again, Y/n.." Alfred said.

It was uncommon for him to be informal, but you liked that he was talking to you like a regular person. You couldn't help but smile, "It's good to see you too, Alfred," you said, your voice small and hoarse. before he could say anything, you hugged him. You knew he wasn't one for affection but given the past events and what happened at the church, he allowed you to wrap his arms around him. He knew you had a warm a heart, different than other depressed souls in Gotham. Alfred knew what you’ve gone through, so would allow it this once.

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As you laid in bed, flipping through television channels to quench your boredom, the door opens. You though it was Alfred bringing you your dinner, but it was Batman...not Bruce.

You felt nervous under his gaze, like you almost shouldn’t be in that bed. He stood there before finally coming to your side of the bed and sitting down. He looked at your face, “Are you alright..?” he asked, already knowing the answer wouldn’t be yes. You just shrugged, too nervous to speak, too nervous to talk to the man you’re married to. Well the man that was underneath the mask.

“I don’t know…” was all you could say. You looked down at your hands, twirling your fingers together. “Listen…I know you’re mad at me because I was unfaithful, you have every right…But I can’t live if I know you’re with someone else,” he said, taking your hands into his gloved ones.

You wanted to roll your eyes, “You’re only saying this cause you were caught,” you mumbled, not making eye contact with him. “Please listen…She knew who I was under this mask, she could’ve outed me and out us in danger,”

“Oh so that means risking your marriage?”

“It’s not like that! Please, sweetheart, you know I only love you. You’re the only way that I let see the me inside of me. I have never opened up to anyone else, not even Alfred who raised me…”

God, he rarely called you sweet names, so hearing him say sweetheart made your stomach flip with butterflies even with your brain still mad at him. He caressed your hand, his free hand caress your face with small strokes of his thumb.

“I messed up. I let myself so whatever she wanted just so I could protect you, but also my image. I’m selfish. I know I’m distant and emotionally unintelligent…but one thing I do know is I love you,” he said, looking you in the eyes as he spoke.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, there were tears in his eyes. You felt bad. You knew he was a cold person but he would give up the world for you, and only for you. The only time he ever cried like this was your wedding and when he finally opened up about his childhood and his experiences.

Your eyes stung as tears welled up, seeing him cry made you want to cry. He immediately takes notice and wipes your tears, kissing your face where the tears would’ve fallen. “I know you know that I received a video of you…having sex with him..” he said, almost sounding nervous.

You felt like sweating bullets. You had sex with Gotham’s most wanted man after all. “I’m not going to yell at you for cheating since we were split…and I’ve done the same. But what i’m concerned about is how he found you. I’m scared that he will end up doing worse than that…and today proved that…” he said.

And he was right.

You didn’t know what the masked villian had in store for you. Yes, it was Edward, but that mask made him a completely different human being. A monster.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. You would never kiss and tell. And Bruce did the same.

“I know we both…had sex outside of our marriage. And it hurts me knowing that he did that..but I know it hurts you that I did it first…Can we just…call it even and somehow works this out?” he said, sounding unsure of how to express his wants. Bruce never knew how to express his feelings properly, but you knew what he was talking about.

Edward betrayed you. He used your kindness and vulnerability just to turn his back on you and make you a pawn his his game. What loyalty did you have to him now?

You couldn’t tell if it was pity for yourself or your love for Bruce, but you leaned in and kissed him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He couldn’t possibly deny you, so he held you by your lower back and kissed back.

Your kiss felt hungry yet passionate. The way you both needed each other physically and emotionally. Kissing him felt like you were back home.

The kiss was slowly getting sloppy. Bruce now leaning you back against the bed to continue kissing you. He groaned into the kiss, like he was dying to have a taste of you after how long. And you felt the same way, you did marry him after all.

His hands wanted to roam, wanted to explore his partner like he did before this mess. But damn that bat signal in the sky.

He looked out to see it shining bright in the dead night sky. He sighed, feeling terrible and just wanting you for the night. But your patted his shoulders in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, go and see what’s happening. I’m not leaving.” you said, wanting to stay with Bruce and be by his side again. He smiled, before giving you a few more sloppy, needy kisses before pulling away, “Please don’t stay up too late, I don’t want you to be tired in the morning…” he said, giving one final kiss before pulling away to go do his nightly duties

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While you enjoyed your husbands company, Edward was freaking the fuck out. He kept trying to call you, text you, hell even email you.

He felt sick knowing what he did. Maybe if he explained to you what would happen you could’ve been home with him now, instead leaving him to drive himself crazy.

Maybe if he let you know this one plan, you could be laying in bed with him now. Maybe if you knew, you would either agree to do it or just not go to that damned chruch at all.

But who would say “Of course Edward, i’ll let you strap a bomb to me to make batman shiver in his suit! That’s a great idea!”

As he laid in bed, he could only scroll through news articles. Seeing footage of you from that small police cam…seeing your terrified expressions made him sick. He even felt himself cry, seeing how scared and frightened you looked.

He knew he fucked up.

And now, there’s no possibility of you coming back.

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Sobha Elwood: Where Luxury Meets Nature in Dubai’s Most Serene Community

Imagine waking up to birdsong, stepping into a villa surrounded by lush greenery, and starting your day with a jog along forest trails—all without leaving Dubai. Welcome to Sobha Elwood at Dubailand, Sobha Realty’s newest masterpiece in Dubailand, designed for families who crave luxury living wrapped in nature’s embrace.

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Live the Sobha Lifestyle

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Handover & Ownership

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uniquetoiletpaper · 2 months ago

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The Perfect Gift: Colored Toilet Paper Dubai

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euroartofficial · 4 months ago

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10 important factors to consider when selecting cabinet handles in Dubai

Are you looking to improve the appearance of your cabinets with the ideal finishing touch? Cabinet handles in Dubai may make a huge impact when building a sleek modern kitchen, renovating your wardrobe, or giving your business a contemporary feel. However, with so many styles, materials, and finishes to pick from, how can you know which ones are best?

1. Why Do Cabinet Handles Matter?

When creating a place, cabinet handles may appear to be a minor component. Have you examined how frequently you interact with them? More than just functional, handles are furniture jewelry, adding elegance and personality to your space.

Consider this scenario: You've installed exquisite cabinets with a pristine finish, but the handles don't match the overall style. It upsets the visual equilibrium, doesn't it? That is why selecting the appropriate cabinet handles in Dubai is an important step in interior design.

Key Question:

Which is more important to you: style or functionality? The positive news is that modern cabinet handles in Dubai include both!

2. Dubai's Growing Trend in Designer Cabinet Handles.

Dubai is renowned for its elegance and attention to detail, which extends to interior design. Cabinet handles in Dubai come in a variety of styles, including ultra-modern minimalist designs and classic ornate finishes.

Stats to Consider:

According to Gulf Interiors' 2023 study, demand for luxury cabinet handles in Dubai has increased by 20% year over year, indicating the city's emphasis on high-end home and office design.

What's the latest trend?

• Sleek matte black handles complement modern decor.

• Brass finishes contribute to a feeling of historical elegance.

• Geometric shapes with a modern touch.

• Leather-wrapped handles provide a classy touch.

3. Functionality meets aesthetics.

The best cabinet handles don't simply look excellent; they also improve utility. Dubai's high-end manufacturers prioritize ergonomics, ensuring that handles are comfortable to hold and simple to use.

Key Tip:

When looking for cabinet handles in Dubai, feel them in your hand. A handle that is too sharp or too tiny can impair daily comfort.

4. Material options for cabinet handles in Dubai

Dubai's market offers a wide range of materials, each appealing to different styles and budgets. Popular materials include:

• Stainless steel is durable and modern, ideal for kitchens.

• Brass provides a beautiful, timeless look.

• Crystal or glass can shine on wardrobes or vanity cabinets.

• Wood is a warm and natural option for traditional decor.

Fun fact:

Did you know that brass cabinet handles are antibacterial, which slows the transmission of germs? This makes them an ideal choice for kitchens and bathrooms.

5. Cabinet handles for varying spaces

Cabinet handles vary in quality. The intended purpose of the handle will determine your choice.

Inside the kitchen:

Durability is crucial. Choose heavy-duty coatings such as stainless steel or brass.

2. For wardrobes:

To enhance elegance, choose sophisticated designs such as leather-wrapped handles or crystal handles.

3. In the office:

Minimalist handles with clean lines in matte black or polished chrome are excellent for giving a professional appearance.

Thought starter:

How would you like each room to feel? Cozy, modern, or luxurious? The appropriate cabinet handles might help you get that vibe.

6. Balancing luxury and practicality.

Dubai is known for its wealth, yet obtaining high-quality cabinet handles doesn't require excessive spending. The market provides a diverse range of options, from economical yet fashionable designs to luxurious, opulent handles.

Thought starter:

What is more important to you: durability and utility or creating a dramatic fashion statement?

To establish the correct balance, consider value rather than cost alone. Choose handles that blend lasting materials with styles that complement your interior vision. This way, you may invest in things that are both functional and elegant without overspending.

Pro Tip:

To balance cost and appearance, combine expensive handles for statement items with more affordable ones for less visible locations, such as storage cabinets.

7. Sustainability of Cabinet Handles

As Dubai strives for sustainable living, eco-friendly cabinet handles are gaining favor. Consider choices produced from recyclable materials or sustainably sourced wood.

Stat to Know:

According to Sustainable Interiors UAE's 2022 poll, 65% of Dubai homeowners are willing to pay more for environmentally friendly design features such as cabinet handles.

8. Installation Tips for a Perfect Finish

Even the nicest cabinet handles might lose their appeal if not properly installed. Make sure to align and attach them securely. Horizontal handles are suitable for modern kitchens; vertical handles are appropriate for wardrobes and tall cabinets.

DIY or professional installation?

While many homeowners prefer to install handles themselves, hiring a professional may ensure perfection, particularly with high-end handles.

9. Maintenance and Durability of Cabinet Handles

Cabinet handles in Dubai are designed to last, but regular care may help them retain their beauty and functionality.

How to Maintain:

• Gently clean metal handles with a moist cloth and mild soap to prevent tarnishing.

• To preserve the natural finish of hardwood handles, apply a wood polish.

• Avoid using harsh cleaners since they can ruin the finish.

Regular maintenance guarantees that your cabinet handles continue to appear like new for years to come.

10. How do cabinet handles reflect your style?

Your cabinet handle selection reveals a lot about your design preferences. Do you gravitate towards vibrant, striking pieces, or do you favor understated elegance?

Popular styles in Dubai:

• Modern and sleek: ideal for minimalists seeking clean lines.

• Ornate and elaborate designs are ideal for those who appreciate classic or traditional styles.

• Industrial and raw: ideal for those who want edgy urban decor.

By choosing the proper handles, you may represent your personal style and make your interiors truly unique.

Why is EuroArt the Best Choice for Cabinet Handles in Dubai?

When it comes to choosing the appropriate cabinet handles in Dubai, EuroArt is a fantastic choice for both homeowners and designers. Here are numerous reasons why EuroArt should be at the top of your list when choosing cabinet hardware:

1. A variety of styles are available to suit any taste.

EuroArt provides a broad range of cabinet handles to suit a variety of design styles, from modern simplicity to traditional elegance. EuroArt's collection offers a wide range of alternatives, from sleek, contemporary handles to vintage-inspired patterns and ornate, traditional finishes.

Why this matters:

The appropriate cabinet handles may radically change the appearance of any room. EuroArt's vast selection guarantees that you will discover the ideal complement for your interior design goal.

2. Premium-quality materials.

EuroArt is well-known for sourcing and manufacturing handles from high-quality materials that ensure lifespan and durability. Their collection comprises cabinet handles made of stainless steel, brass, crystal, glass, and wood, each chosen for its aesthetic appeal and durability.

Why this matters:

High-quality materials ensure that your cabinet handles do not tarnish, shatter, or lose their shine with time. EuroArt handles are designed to withstand everyday use while preserving their appeal.

3. Emphasis on ergonomics and comfort.

EuroArt cabinet handles are not only attractive but also ergonomically built. The handles are not only physically pleasing but also simple to use. EuroArt gives close attention to the shape, size, and feel of the handles, resulting in a pleasant user experience.

Why this matters:

When choosing cabinet handles, consider how they feel in your hand. EuroArt's ergonomic designs ensure that your handles are both useful and comfortable to hold, particularly in high-traffic areas such as the kitchen.

4. Timeless designs that will never go out of style

EuroArt specializes in producing cabinet handles that combine traditional style with modern appeal. They design their products to adapt to any style, from contemporary to more traditional, heritage-inspired settings.

Why this matters:

EuroArt's patterns have long-lasting appeal, so your handles will look fantastic for years to come. You won't have to worry about them falling out of style or clashing with your home's changing aesthetic.

5. Commitment to sustainability

EuroArt offers eco-friendly cabinet handle alternatives to complement Dubai's rising emphasis on sustainability. Homeowners can contribute to a more environmentally conscious lifestyle by building many of their designs from recycled materials or sustainably sourced wood.

Why this matters:

As consumers prioritize sustainability, it is critical to select items that reflect eco-friendly principles. EuroArt's dedication to sustainability guarantees that your design choices align with your environmental conscience.

6. Excellent customer service.

EuroArt takes pleasure in providing excellent service to its customers. From the initial consultation to installation, their staff is committed to offering a smooth experience. EuroArt's professionals are always available to help you choose the right handles or with customization.

Why this matters:

Choosing the proper handles for your cabinets can be a daunting task, but EuroArt's skilled customer service makes it simple and stress-free. Their experts will walk you through each step to ensure you're entirely delighted with your purchase.

7. Attention to detail and craftsmanship

EuroArt is renowned for its meticulous attention to detail. EuroArt meticulously manufactures each cabinet handle, ensuring a faultless finish and a design that is both utilitarian and visually pleasing. The meticulous craftsmanship of their handles places them among the most luxurious alternatives available in Dubai.

Why this matters:

The craftsmanship of EuroArt handles ensures that you receive a high-quality product that will improve the appearance and usefulness of your cabinets for years to come. The meticulous attention to detail guarantees the precise execution of every element, from finish to texture.

8. Versatile for different spaces.

EuroArt cabinet handles are not exclusive to any particular room type. You can use their collection adaptably in a variety of settings, such as kitchens, baths, wardrobes, and office cabinetry. Regardless of the room you are renovating, you can use EuroArt handles in a variety of settings.

Why this matters:

EuroArt's handles cater to a diverse range of environments, serving as a comprehensive solution for all your cabinetry requirements. You won't need to look elsewhere for different rooms or cabinet types.

9. Competitive pricing for premium quality.

While EuroArt specializes in luxury cabinet handles, their prices are competitive and provide excellent value for money. You get excellent designs and high-quality materials at a reasonable cost.

Why this matters:

EuroArt's competitive pricing means that homeowners don't have to sacrifice quality for budget. EuroArt offers a wide choice of products at various price ranges, making it an outstanding value for both budget-conscious and high-end buyers.

10. Long-Term Durability

Many people consider EuroArt's handles to be the best on the market because of their durability. Built to last, EuroArt handles resist wear and tear and remain attractive even after extensive use.

Why this matters:

Investing in high-quality handles that last longer means you won't have to replace them as frequently, making EuroArt handles an excellent value for your home or workplace.

11. Trusted by professionals.

In the interior design industry, EuroArt's reputation is well-established. Designers, contractors, and architects rely on EuroArt for high-quality cabinet hardware that lends a touch of refinement to any room. This trust is based on years of constant quality and client pleasure.

Why this matters:

EuroArt's reputation as a trusted supplier among professionals speaks eloquently about the dependability and quality of its products. When you choose EuroArt, you are selecting a widely respected brand in the business.

EuroArt is the preferred choice for individuals seeking high-quality, fashionable, and functional cabinet handles in Dubai. EuroArt stands itself as an industry leader thanks to its extensive array of materials, designs, and customisation choices. Their dedication to quality craftsmanship, sustainability, and customer happiness distinguishes them as the top choice for Dubai homeowners, designers, and companies.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the proper cabinet handles in Dubai is more than simply a finishing touch; it's about making your design idea a reality. From material selection and personalization to understanding trends and utility, choosing the right handles can change any environment.

Whether you want a sleek modern look, a touch of vintage charm, or a sumptuous custom design, EuroArt has an outstanding selection of cabinet handles to fit every taste and requirement.

Are you prepared to improve your interiors? Explore EuroArt's inventory today and find the ideal cabinet handles in Dubai to enhance your home!

FAQs for Cabinet Handles in Dubai.

1. Why are cabinet handles so significant in interior design?

Cabinet handles serve both functional and decorative purposes. They are simple to use while also improving the overall appearance of your cabinets, serving as decorative elements that represent your own style.

2. What are the most popular materials for cabinet handles in Dubai?

Common materials include stainless steel, brass, wood, crystal, and glass. Each material has distinct features, like durability, elegance, or warmth, which cater to a variety of interior design trends.

3. How do I select the correct cabinet handle size?

The handle's size should be appropriate to the cabinet or drawer. Longer handles are ideal for large drawers, but smaller handles are better suited to tiny cabinets.

5. What are the latest trends in cabinet handles?

Trends include matte black finishes, geometric shapes, leather-wrapped patterns, and mixed-material handles made of wood, metal, or glass.

6. How do I care for my cabinet handles?

Clean the handles on a regular basis with a moist cloth and mild soap to keep them looking new. Avoid harsh cleansers that might damage finishes, and for wooden handles, use a wood polish.

7. Are environmentally friendly cabinet handles available in Dubai?

Yes, eco-friendly solutions produced from recycled materials or sustainably sourced wood are becoming more popular as homes adopt sustainable design principles.

8. Can I install the cabinet handles on my own?

Yes, provided you have the proper equipment and measurements, you can install cabinet handles yourself. However, we advise hiring an expert for precision, especially with high-end handles.

9. How can I make sure the cabinet handles match my interior theme?

To create a unified look, choose handles that are the same style and finish as other elements in your space, such as lamp fixtures, faucets, or furniture hardware.

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