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ipushhimback · 4 months ago

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we were drunk, it happens part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: none? words: 2.2k

summary: lando and Y/N meet at a dinner with other drivers. they were drunk and landed in bed but what happens when her brother max finds out

there will probably be a part 2 bc i have many ideas!

this is my first f1 x reader fanfic i have ever written so please be kind

Y/N has never really liked Formula 1 which surprised everyone she told that as she was no one other than Max Verstappen’s little sister. She of course knew the basics and has watched some of the Grands Prix, but she has never enjoyed being there.

But one Friday evening that changed. Her brother had told her that he had been invited to a dinner with some other drivers, and they were allowed to bring a +1 and because Kelly wasn’t in Monaco that week, he asked Y/N to come with him.

At first, she was reluctant but eventually she agreed. But now she was standing in front of her mirror and wasn’t sure what to wear. What clothes do people wear when they are at a dinner with literal multimillionaires? An hour (and a long call with Kelly) later she was dressed in a simple black dress with a split on the right side, her curled hair falling over her shoulders perfectly.

She felt a bit weird as she stepped down the stairs to her kitchen where she drank a glass of water while waiting for her brother to pick her up, as she had a feeling that she would be absolutely underdressed at the dinner.

Only a few minutes later she heard the doorbell and opened the door to find Max standing in front of her in dark blue jeans and a white button-up shirt.

“Hey, are you ready?”, he asked as he pulled her in a quick hug.

“No. Not really but let’s go. How many people are gonna be at the dinner?” Y/N was a bit worried as she hated to be around too many people – rich and arrogant people in particular as she had experienced that enough when she was still a kid, and her dad had always invited other rich people to their home.

“I only know that Charles will be there, and he will probably bring his girlfriend, Alex. I am sure you’ll like her. Also, Lando is probably going to be there as well as Carlos and his girlfriend Rebecca. George is also going to be there and that means his girlfriend will be there as well, Carmen. And probably the other drivers will be there as well, but I am not sure because George has planned it all.” Max paused to look at his little sister. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point we can just go. But I am sure you will get along just fine with everyone.”

Y/N just nodded as she sat down in the passenger seat of Max’ car. An Audi RS Q3 he always said was perfect for everyday tasks but Y/N knew he mostly had that car so he could easily drive around with his whole family. Kelly, Penelope and their future baby. Even though nobody knew about the pregnancy yet, not even their parents as Max and Kelly wanted to keep that to themselves for as long as possible.

Only a few minutes later they arrived at a nice and expensive looking restaurant where they stopped in the parking lot.

They stepped in the building where they were greeted by a waitress almost immediately. He brought them to a separated room where some people were already sitting around a big table.

“Hi guys. This is Y/N, my sister. She was kind enough to join me today. Y/N, you already know Charles, Carlos, Lando and Oscar? And there is the back we have Lewis, Checo, Yuki, Pierre, Fernando and Franco”, Max introduced her while his sister tried to continue smiling even though she just wants to be at home and watch on of her favorite tv shows.

“Yes, I do. It is really nice to meet y’all. Where can I sit?”, she asked as she didn’t want to be standing there being stared at by everyone.

A young woman pointed to the chair right next to hers and opposite three other women, who looked just as good. “You can sit here. I am Lily by the way. Oscar’s girlfriend. And that’s Alex, Charles’ girlfriend and Rebecca. She is Carlos’ girlfriend. And there we have Carmen who is here with George. So, you are Max’ sister?”

Y/N was a bit taken aback by the kindness of Lily. She didn’t think that anyone of the WAGs would be like that. She thought they would be more arrogant. More… reserved. Like she used to know them. But Lily and also the others seemed different.

“Uhm… Yeah, I am. He brought me here because Kelly’s abroad.” Y/N took a sip of the glass of water that was placed in front of her by one of the waitresses.

“Oh, that’s sad I was looking forward to finally meeting her, but it is nice that you are here! Max talks about you a lot. It feels like he loves you more than he loves Kelly”, Alex said laughing.

“That’s because he does,” Y/N said and was scared that the others wouldn’t get her little joke when they didn’t react but sighed relived when they started laughing.

They continued chatting a bit, but Y/N just had eyes for one person in the room. Lando. She had seen him before. Of course. But now that she saw him up closer, she couldn’t help but admire his looks. His curls were a nice brown color and couldn’t curl more. His eyes were a pretty blue that looked even better with him wearing this blue hoodie right now.

When Lando looked in her direction, she immediately looked away and grabbed her wine glass. No feelings for arrogant multimillionaires. She didn’t want, nor did she need that in her life.

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The next morning Y/N woke up with the worst headache existing.

She opened her eyes and regretted it right away when the bright sunlight blended her.

She definitely made a big mistake drinking so much alcohol the day before.

It wasn’t until then that she noticed something warm next to her. A body. Not anyone’s body, she realized when she looked to the right. Lando.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This can’t be real.

But no. This wasn’t a dream, she quickly noticed when she wanted to get up and couldn’t find her clothes from the day before.

She got up and went to her closet in the exact moment she heard the doorbell ring. Now she remembered why she even woke up in the first place.

Y/N took a hoodie and sweatpants which she put on quickly before going downstairs to open the door.

“Hey! Wow, you look even worse than yesterday when you left”, Max said, only a second after Y/N had opened the door.

“Thanks”, she groaned. “What are you even doing here so early?”

“It is 1 pm. And I wanted to give you your purse. You forgot it in the car yesterday. Now, are you gonna offer your big brother a coffee as a thank you?”, Max asked and before Y/N could stop him he pushed her to the side and went straight to her kitchen.

“That’s not a good idea. I wanted to take a shower and then I have an appointment at- “, she couldn’t even finish the sentence when she heard her bedroom door open and heard footsteps on the stairs.

Only seconds later, Lando stepped in the kitchen, his hair tousled and only wearing his boxer briefs.

“Hey, Y/N do you- “, he immediately stopped when he spotted Max leaning on the counter. “Oh fuck.”

He immediately turned around and ran upstairs, figuring out that the following conversation shouldn’t happen with him just in his underwear.

“Lando! You fucking bastard. You slept with my sister?!” Max pushed himself off the counter to run after the Brit while Y/N just stood there, unable to react. And honestly, she didn’t even want to react. If she had the choice she would just go outside and hide somewhere to not be involved in the situation, but she knew that wouldn’t really work longer than a couple hours, so she could also just get it over with now.

“Max! Stop! Let Lando at least get dressed so he doesn’t have to talk to you about all that in just his underwear.”

“He fucking slept with you! I don’t care if he is wearing anything! Lando let me in you can’t lock yourself in the bedroom forever!”

Knowing she can’t convince Max to go downstairs she made her way upstairs.

“Max. Go downstairs and calm down. We were drunk. I also made the decision yesterday to sleep with him. So go downstairs, while Lando gets dressed, make a cup of coffee and wait.” Y/N glared at her brother, and it finally seemed to convince him.

“Fine. But you will both come to me immediately after he got dressed.” Reluctantly, the Dutch made his way to do what Y/N told him to do.

When Max was gone Y/N knocked at the wooden door.

“Lando. It’s me. Let me in.” Only a moment later, the Brit opened the door and peeked outside.

“Is he gone?”, he practically whispered.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how scared he looked. “Yes, he is. Now let me in because we have to talk about what we say to make sure Max doesn’t insult you even more.”

“How about we don’t say anything and just hide in here? I am scared of him, Y/N. I can’t go out there again. He will kill me because I slept with you! His little sister!”

“Lando. You know we can’t do that. We will go out there and tell him that we were drunk, and it won’t happen again. It was a one-time thing, and that’s- “, Y/N wanted to say more but was interrupted by Lando.

“What if it wasn’t.” The woman just stared at Lando for a couple seconds, suddenly frozen in place.

“Sorry?”

“What if- what if I want to do it again? Listen. We had fun together, didn’t we? So why don’t we continue with it? No feelings, of course. Max would kill us. Just fun.”

Y/N took her time to proceed what Lando had just said. They did, in fact, have fun. But it didn’t change the fact that it was stupid. But she couldn’t help it. She did like last night. It was one of the best nights of her life.

Lando had known exactly what to do. He touched her in all the right places, he was demanding yet gentle. Rough but soft. It was everything. It was almost intoxicating how he touched her – made her feel seen. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. But then, what do we tell my brother?”

“Either the truth or we lie and say it won’t happen again. He doesn’t necessarily have to find out, does he? I am for the second option. Less of a risk to be killed, you know? But I think we should just see where the conversation takes us.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Ok”, she nodded. “Then let’s do that.”

Together they went downstairs. Max’ face was as red as a tomato since he was still mad at Lando. If he was being honest with himself, he knew that Lando wasn’t the only guilty one. His sister also decided to sleep with Lando, but it was easier to be mad at a colleague – even – than his little, innocent (or so he had thought) sister.

“So. Anyone here who wants to explain what happened yesterday?”, Max asked with an annoyed, maybe even hurt, look on his face.

“Max. I promise nothing bad has happened. Lando and I, we were drunk. It happens. I am 22 years old. I am pretty sure you know that what happened yesterday, has happened before. Just with other people. So, please. Don’t be mad at Lando for what happened. It was my decision as much as it was his.”

Y/N felt Lando standing next to her. He looked at Max calmly, trying to deescalate a potential argument, by just not saying anything. The Brit knew it was the smartest thing he could do in the moment.

“I know that it is normal what happened. But, Y/N, you also have to understand my point of view. He is a colleague. A rival of mine. And to be honest, he is not known for being the guy for long term relationships. I simply don’t want you to get hurt. And definitely not that you will have a broken heart because of him.” Max looked seriously concerned, protective.

“I won’t, Max. I promise. And even if he did break my heart, I would tell you right away so you can kill him on your own as soon as possible.”

The blonde man laughs while nodding. He stepped forward and wrapped Y/N up in his arms.

“Ok. I just want you to be happy. Do whatever you want just don’t tell me about it”, he mumbles in his sister’s hair before releasing her from his hug and turning around.

“I will go now. See you. Bye!”

Lando and Y/N flopped on the couch after saying their goodbyes and just a single minute later, Lando’s phone made a sound that signaled an incoming message.

If you hurt her, you are dead, just so you know. – Max

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no-144444 · 7 months ago

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HI! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do a grid reacts to us finding out we were a bet? And if you wouldn't mind adding Logan too?

Thanks ml xxxx

the grid reacts: you find out you're a bet!

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, George Russell, Alex Albon, Charles LeClerc, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris

thank you for requesting! xxxx

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Oscar Piastri:

He walked into your shared apartment, a smile on his face. He hadn’t seen you in a week, and you’d both been too busy to call or text too much, so finally, he’d be back with his girl.

He wasn’t expecting the bare apartment he’d known so well before you’d moved in. He wasn’t expecting your things to be gone, or the note on the table, or your engagement ring beside it.

Dear Oscar,

I found out. I know we were a bet, and I know you’d try to convince me that you loved me, and that it was all real. I don’t doubt that it was real. I know I loved you, and I felt the love from you (either that, or you’re a brilliant actor and picked the wrong profession). But I feel betrayed. I wish you would’ve just come to me immediately and told me how we started, even if I was mad at you for a while. You kept a huge secret for 2 years, Oscar. That’s not a short amount of time. I love you, and I still love you, but I need some time on my own to figure stuff out. I moved back out into my old apartment, and don’t worry, I’m still your girlfriend, but I just wanted space to think. We’ll work our way back up to being fiancé’s but until then, I am still very much yours, unless you don’t want me to be. I need to trust you again.

Love, Y/n.

His heart sank. He knew it was stupid to try and keep it a secret, and it had truly been tearing him apart for the last 2 years, but this… this was too much. He was thankful that you two at least we’re breaking up. But the engagement reversal thing was fucking with him. He adored you. He loved you. Yes, it was stupid, but he did stupid stuff all the time. Forgetting his keys, sleeping through his alarm, wearing his shirt inside out. You always told him it was endearing.

“Hey,” your voice brought him out of his trance. “I wanted to be here when you came back, sorry, there was traffic.”

He turned around to see you. You looked at him. He was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as you nodded.

“I know you are,” you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “We’ll get through this, yeah?”

He nodded, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You let him cry it out for a little while, then pulled away.

“You’ll be ok, we’ll be ok, yeah?”

He sniffled. “Yeah.”

“I love you,” you reminded him, wiping away tears as you went along.

“I love you so much, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just… I was so scared a-and-”

“I understand,” you nodded. “But that doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

He nodded, playing with your engagement ring in his hands. He broke again, sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him again, letting him calm himself down. “Please put it back on,” he whispered, begging you.

You thought about it for a moment. You loved Oscar, and you knew you’d forgive him. It was harder not to forgive him, in all honesty. You’d read his hundreds of drafts of the speeches he had planned to say to you. Lando had shown them to you when he told you. You knew how this had been tearing him apart. But you knew how it stung, being betrayed like this.

“Ok,” you nodded. He slipped the ring back onto your finger and a weight was lifted off of his chest, while one was placed onto yours.

God, maybe love did conquer all. And that idea fucking terrified you.

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Logan Sargeant:

“Go up to her, she’s a McLaren engineer,” Lewis’s friend’s voice rang out over the speaker of your phone. “I’ll give you 2 grand if you can fuck her tonight.”

“It’s not like I need the money,” Logan smirked, cocky as ever. “But I’ll take that.”

The camera panned to Logan walking up to you, and your world shattered.

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“Hey babe,” he called, walking into the apartment. There you were sitting, seething on the couch. “How was your weekend?”

“Great,” you answered shortly. “Have you looked at social media recently?”

“No, why?” he asked, resting his hands on your waist. He tried not to read into your stiff posture. Was this the moment? Had you really found out?

“I was a bet,” you sighed, brushing his hands off of you. “And you didn’t even have the heart to tell me.”

You hadn’t planned on crying, you thought you’d scream at him, give him a piece of your mind, but it was hard to get angry when he was standing there, looking so helpless. You loved him, and all you’d ever been to him was a bet. You’d only met a year ago, started dating 6 months ago. You’d meant nothing the entire time. Just a fuck and a check. You just felt… defeated, and used.

“Baby please, let me explain, it’s not what-” He started but you sighed.

“Explain what? That you ‘love’ me? I don’t care. I deserve someone who tells me the truth, and you couldn’t even do that. I had to find out with the rest of the world. Don’t you realise how stupid I look? All the posts I made, everything I told my friends and family, and the entire time it’s all been a lie? I look like a fucking idiot.”

Logan looked down, ashamed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, taking your hand. “I’ll do anything to make this right, please Y/n, I love you.”

“How am I supposed to trust you? And how am I going to look going back to you? Why did you fuck this all up?” You groaned in frustration. “I fucking loved you!”

“I love you too!” he pleaded. “Please let me make this right, I don’t care about the media, or whatever, I care about you, and I care about us.”

“What ‘us’? We’ve been based on a lie this entire time!”

“Please don’t say that,” he was crying now, so were you. “Please don’t say it was a lie.”

You took your hand from his. “Logan, we’re done. Please don’t contact me.”

And that was that. He broke your heart and you broke his.

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Daniel Riccardo:

He watched in horror as you opened the message on his phone from Scotty.

“You have to tell her. This isn’t right anymore Dan.”

“What is Scott talking about?” You chuckled.

“Nothing,” Daniel smiled, but it looked forced.

“Dan, come on, you can tell me,” you smiled sweetly.

“Seriously, I have no clue what he’s talking about,” he nervously chuckled.

Your face dropped into an angry frown. “So he was right, you wouldn’t even admit it if I gave you the chance,” you sighed. “That’s great, thanks Daniel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know about the bet,” you sighed. “Scotty told me last week.”

Daniel sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you turned to him. “Why would you lie?”

“I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of losing you,” he shrugged. “I thought it would just be better to… keep you in the dark I guess. I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

“I wish you would’ve just told me,” you sighed, looking up at him.

You were both silent for a moment.

“What does this mean for us?” he asked.

“What ‘us’? We were based on a lie Daniel. A lie you told for a whole year.”

“So that’s it?” he gritted out.

“That’s it.”

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George Russell:

“Have you talked to her about it yet?” Alex asked. “You have to tell her mate, it’s gone on too long.”

“It’s been 6 months Alex, and, by the way, I actually love her,” he scoffed. “I’m trying to figure out the best way to explain it.”

“Explain what? That you were dared to ask her out for money? Mate, you sound like a dick no matter what, she’ll break up with you no matter what,” Alex sighed, disappointed in his friend.

“She’s probably right to,” George admitted. “Fuck!” he groaned.

You stepped into the room, trying to pretend that everything was alright. Both of the men looked up, terrified of what came next.

“Please let me explain,” George rushed out, taking your hand. Alex quickly left you two to speak alone, patting you on the back as he left. George stood up and took your hand.

You nodded. “Explain.”

George’s frown lifted slightly, elated that you would even give him the chance to explain. “It was a stupid bet and I never took any money. I stopped speaking to the guys after we met, and I promise I’ve been trying to tell you, I just… I get scared every time that I’ll lose you. I don’t deserve you, but I love you Y/n. And I’m so sorry.”

You nodded. “I just… give me some time, yeah?”

He nodded. “All the time you need, of course.”

You took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around his neck in a short hug. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

He nodded, letting himself enjoy your embrace. “Please call me. Anytime.”

You pulled back, still holding back your tears somehow. “Yeah. Good luck today.”

“If I win, it’ll be for you. It’s always for you,” he smiled softly.

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaving with a broken heart, and a choice to make.

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Alex Albon:

“Can we talk?” Alex asked, 2 months in.

“About what?” you questioned. You were sitting in his apartment in Monaco, eating dinner before catching a movie at a nearby cinema.

“How we met.”

“Proceed,” you nodded, turning your full attention to him.

“We met at Jimmy’s, and I was there with my friends, and we were being assholes, and I'm sorry that’s how you met me,” he hesitated. “And that night, I was dared to go up to you, only because they knew I’d never get a chance with you because you’re… well, you’re you, and I’m me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but we were just having so much fun and-”

“You thought you couldn’t get a chance with me?” You chuckled.

Alex looked up. “Well, no. You’re gorgeous-”

“You’re a very hot Formula 1 driver! Alex, I was losing it when you came up to me!”

“I thought you didn’t know anything about F1?!”

“I don’t! But I know about hot famous guys!”

“You liar!” he laughed.

“You lied too!” you laughed.

He smiled. “ I guess we’re pretty evenly matched then, yeah?”

“I guess,” you shrugged, then leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

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Charles Leclerc:

You and Charles were new, like new new.But he’d invited you to the paddock nonetheless, and you had the weekend off, so off you went to the Ferrari garage. You’d met the so-called ‘Prince of Monaco’ at an Indycar event a few months back when he got your number, and since then you’d been texting back and forth. He finally asked you out, and you agreed, I mean, who wouldn’t, right? Even though you worked in Indycar, you were a born and raised Monegasquean and you were proud of your heritage, and pretty excited to be dating the Monegasque.

“Oh shit,” Pierre grumbled, bumping into you. Recognition finally crossed his face and he smiled. “Y/n, right? We met at the Indycar thing, right?”

“Hi Pierre, yeah, nice to see you,” you smiled. Behind him came Charles, a bright smile for you.

“Are you here for work or-? Oh, for Charles,” he smirked and turned back to Charles . “Le pari est-il toujours valable?” (is the bet still on?)

Your face faltered. Charles didn’t tell you about any bet. What bet?

“Je ne lui ai pas encore dit,” Charles mumbled. Pierre’s smirk grew, as did the sinking pit in your stomach. (I haven’t told her yet.)

“Hey,” Charles turned to you with a smile on his face.

“Hi,” you nodded, more reserved than before. “Congrats on pole.”

His smile dampened. “Is everything alright?”

“All good,” you mustered up your fakest smile. “Ne parie peut-être pas sur une fille qui vit à Monaco, connard.” (Maybe don't make a bet over a girl who lives in Monaco, asshole.)

Charles looked dumbstruck for a moment, and you left him like that. You were worth more than that.

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Lewis Hamilton:

“Have you told her yet?” George asked, eying you from the other side of the garage.

Lewis shook his head. “I can’t find the right time.” “You need to tell her soon, it’s only a matter of time before someone else tells her.”

“I know I do, I just… everytime I try to bring it up it’s like she’s extra sweet and perfect and I just can’t break her heart like that-”

“Break who’s heart?” you asked, standing beside Lewis.

George shot him a look to say ‘tell her now’, and he nodded. George left you two to talk.

“I was… I came up to you… I-”

“It was a bet to ask me out, I know,” you nodded, sipping your drink. “Whose heart are you breaking?”

Lewis’s brow furrowed. “Yours?”

“I overheard you and your friends at the bar that night,” you explained. “I don’t care. We’re dating because of it, I love you, blah, blah, blah,” you smiled. “Unless it’s been a charade the whole time-”

“NO! It hasn’t, I love you, I promise,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed kisses to your cheek as you laughed.

“You thought that would break my heart?”

His ego was becoming a little bit more than bruised. “Hey!”

You laughed. “OK, ok, relax. Yes, it would’ve broken my heart,” you teased.

He pushed you off, smiling. “I don’t want your pity-”

“Not even a pity fuck?” you whispered, a mischievous smirk on your lips.

He smiled. “Well, I always want that.”

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Max Verstappen:

“Fuck this game!” Max cursed after his game had crashed for the third time. You made your way into the living room, looking in on the game.

“Everything alright?” you asked.

“All good, sorry liefje,” he responded, not even turning around.

“Is that the girl we put the bets on?” One of his friends asked. Max panicked and shut down the stream, then immediately turned to you.

“Liefje…” he started. You stood there in shock.

“Is that true?” you started. “Was I a fucking bet?!” you shouted.

“It- I- Yes, it started like that, but I love you, I-I’m in love with you!”

“How can I ever fucking trust you?” you shot back. “You’re a liar!”

“I’m sorry-”

“What the fuck does ‘sorry’ do? I’m leaving Max. You are so not the man I thought you were,” you pushed past him, grabbing some of your essentials from your bedroom as he followed behind you, begging you to stay.

You left. He was the one who messed up.

All because of a dumb bet.

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Lando Norris:

He was sweating through his shirt. Max’s eyes bore into him all night, more specifically, how his arm was draped over your shoulder. He understood his best friend’s confusion. It was mere months ago that Lando had been dared to go up to you and ask you out, mere months ago when he sent a photo into the group chat of you sleeping soundly beside him, asking for the transfers from the men who’d told him to ask you out and somehow get you back into his bed before the next morning. Since then, things had in fact changed. He had changed. You had changed him.

“Lan,” Max hissed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Max,” Lando mumbled. “Not now.”

“She deserves to know,” Pietra shook her head. “Y/n, listen to me, I know Lando had probably been a lovely guy but he asked you out because he was dared to-”

“Pietra!” Lando groaned. “What the fuck!”

You turned to Pietra, pushing Lando’s arm off of you. “Are you serious?”

“She’s telling the truth,” Max added.

“Y/n please, just let me explain-”

“There’s nothing to fucking explain. You’re an asshole, don’t call me again,” you scoffed, getting up and leaving with Pietra following quickly behind.

Lando was helpless.

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forzalando · 11 months ago

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the element of surprise

3k celebration blurb for @mvk1ma! friends to lovers!max with a bit of blurred lines friendship. you can find my celebration post here if you'd like to celebrate with me! open until the 16th :) wc: 1064 summary: max always throws you a birthday party - this year, he'd decided on a surprise party. however, the surprise isn't exactly what you expected.

Birthdays were never really your thing until you met Max Verstappen – somehow he’d turned the day from a reluctant celebration into something you looked forward to every year.

He always planned a party, attuned perfectly to what you’d be in the mood for whether it was a game night with close friends, a massive party at a club, or a dinner out with the few most important people in your life.

This year he’d planned a “surprise” party at his place – but was it really a surprise if you knew that something was going to happen?

You had lied when he asked you if you were surprised, and he knew you were lying, but he still smiled and fist-pumped like he’d just won some grand prize.

The party had been in full swing for a few hours and Max hadn’t left your side except to wait on you hand and foot. If he wasn’t refilling your glass or getting you a snack, his arm was wrapped around your waist. You were both in the kitchen chatting to Oscar, a newcomer to your friend group courtesy of Lando, about his past year working for McLaren as an automotive engineer.

The conversation lulled naturally, Oscar’s eyes drawn to Max’s thumb rubbing circles on your waist.

“So,” he chirped, “how long have you guys been together?”

“We’re not,” you answered coolly. “Why do people always ask us that?”

“You’re joking, right? You’ve been attached at the hip all night, there was cheek kissing! I saw you sitting on his lap earlier!”

“That doesn’t mean we’re together – we’re just close friends!”

Oscar’s eyes were wide, flicking back and forth between you and Max with a look of pure shock written on his face. His eyes finally settled on Max and his expression softened before he spoke.

“Good luck, mate,” he sighed, before walking away to join Lando, Carlos, and Alex in, what seemed to be, a very intense conversation about men’s football.

You twisted out of Max’s grip to face him – “That was weird, right? Oscar assuming?”

“What do you mean by weird?”

“It just never occurred to me that people would think that about us, so it felt weird.”

“The idea of being with me is weird to you? Why is that weird, would there be something wrong with that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his immediate defensiveness catching you completely off guard.

“Oh gosh no, Max, I just…I hadn’t considered it.”

In truth, you had considered it quite often, practically every minute that you spent with Max you thought about it. But, you’d been friends for years, his only dates were with models, and he was wildly successful. The idea itself wasn’t weird to you – only the thought that someone deemed it possible for Max to look at you that way.

“Never? You’ve never considered it? Never seen me that way?”

“Of course I have! But you haven’t so what am I supposed to do about it?”

He blinked rapidly, like his eyes were adjusting to the light, and then turned and walked away from you. Your mouth dropped open, you were sure you looked like a fish out of water, and of course everyone within earshot was staring at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell was that about?” Charles whispered from somewhere on your right. You heard a swatting sound and figured it was courtesy of Alex, a silent “shut up”.

Before embarrassment could fully set in, Max came storming back into the room with an envelope in hand, your name printed on the front with a heart. He didn’t even have to tell anyone to leave, just one look at his face had everyone scurrying into the living room.

“Read this,” he whispered, passing you the card in his hand.

You opened it carefully, slipping your finger under the seal and pulling out a copy of a photo of you and Max that Lando had taken of you two earlier this year. You were both smiling ear to ear, your faces smushed together and arms squeezing tight around the other. Just looking at the picture brought a smile to your face, and you almost protested when Max reached out to flip it over until you noticed the familiar scrawl of his handwriting.

Liefje,

Happy Birthday! I hope you were surprised, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Instead of a traditional card, I asked Lando for a copy of this picture – my favorite picture. Seeing you happy means everything to me and knowing that I put this smile on your face is the world’s greatest treasure. I hope to always make you smile this wide, feel loved beyond measure, and throw your birthday parties for the rest of our lives.

All my love,

Max

When your eyes lifted up from the photo, Max was looking at you the way he always did – soft eyes and a small smile, but the energy felt completely different.

“Does that sound like I only think of you as a friend? That I only care about you as a friend? You mean everything to me, I thought I was pretty obvious about it.”

“I guess I just never thought you’d see me that way, I never imagined that you cared about me as something more than a friend. I’ve always loved you, but I’m just me.”

“Exactly,” Max whispered, enveloping you in his embrace. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart in his chest and smiled knowing your heart was beating just as fast. As quickly as the moment began, a familiar accent sang through the air.

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Daniel shouted. Caught up in Max, you hadn’t noticed that the music had been turned down and your friends, although you loved them dearly, had been eavesdropping on your entire conversation.

“Alright, alright, everyone back to partying. And everyone say thank you to Oscar for asking the question that’s been on everyone’s mind since these two first met,” Lando gestured towards you and Max, as if anyone needed a visual to know who he was referring to.

As you looked around at all your friends here to celebrate you, decorations in your favorite colors and your favorite playlist now playing again from the speakers, all courtesy of Max, you decided that there was an element of surprise tonight: how shockingly oblivious you both had been.

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Love in Verses (XLV)

Chapter 45 : ‘Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Let’s find out what is gonna happen between the best friends!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3230

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

Alone

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Maya Angelou

Andrew watched the name of his best friend shine across the screen of his phone.

What was he supposed to do?

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Siobhán’s voice came muffled through the phone.

“Erm…”

“WHAT?!”

“Nothing, it’s alright,” you lied, before mouthing to Andrew to take the call.

And so he did. He picked up the phone, moved to the bathroom and closed the door behind him so he wouldn’t hear your conversation and you wouldn’t hear his.

“Hey, mate…” he answered the phone, trying to sound casual, but he was quickly interrupted by a very not-casual Alex.

“Andy, I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up big time.”

Andrew winced.

Christ, if your best friend and his best friend were heading towards some hurtful drama, you and Andrew were in for an awful lot of trouble…

“What did you do?”

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I know it was a bad idea. I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I just…”

He heaved a frustrated sigh. Andrew could hear in the slight breathiness of his voice that Alex was pacing.

“I know that she’s Y/N’s best friend, and thus off-limits. But I just… Look, I didn’t… Christ… Weeping fucking Jesus Christ…”

“What happened?”

“I slept with Siobhán.”

Andrew tried to fake surprise, but Alex was his best friend…

“Wait?! How can you know that!”

“I didn’t! You’ve just told me!”

“Yeah, and you’re clearly faking it, so how did you know? Did Y/N tell you about this?! Wait… that means Siobhán told Y/N…”

Andrew heaved a defeated sigh, rubbed at his tired eyes. He had not slept enough for this…

“Siobhán told Y/N last night when they were having a night out… I overheard.”

“Fuck… What did she say?”

“Mate… come on… she confided to Y/N, I shouldn’t even know about this…”

“She called me last night.”

“Okay… And that’s not good, because…?”

Silence.

“Alex?”

Silence still.

Oh God… Alex was going to tell him that it was just a one-night stand, and Andrew and you would be caught in the middle…

“I like her.”

Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow.

“Well… that’s grand!”

“NO! NO, IT’S NOT FUCKING GRAND, ANDY! I FUCKING LIKE HER!”

“What did she say in her call?”

“Wait… like… you have to understand how this whole thing happened, okay? Because… we spent the past few months talking… on the phone I mean. Like… a lot. And every time I was up north, I’d drop by and have a drink with her, cause she’s good craic, you know? A couple of weeks ago, I had a gig in Belfast. And so, obviously, I invited her. And then, one thing led to another, and we… spent the night together.”

“Okay… sounds normal to me, for now…”

“Yeah, but when I woke up she had run off.”

“Ouch…”

“Yeah… like… one-night stand kind of thing. She had just… vanished. She didn’t call me again after that, I tried calling her a few, but she wouldn’t pick up… just… we slept together and then it was radio silence.”

“I will refrain from joking about that.”

He could picture Alex rolling his eyes.

“Sex was amazing, don’t even start,” Alex replied, but there was a chuckle in his voice.

“I see… she bailed out on you.”

“Yeah…”

“And last night?”

“Well… I woke up this morning to five missed calls and three long voicemails telling me that she had freaked out, that she liked me… a lot, that she was sorry, that she… more than liked me…”

“And that’s bad, because…?”

“She was clearly drunk. Do you think she simply wanted to get laid?”

“Aren’t you in Cork or something?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that.”

Andrew remembered Siobhán’s confession the previous night, and the panic in her voice this morning. It was obvious she genuinely liked Alex, but had freaked out for some reason…

“Look… I… I like her, okay? Like… I really do. A lot…” Alex admitted, his voice shaking. “I don’t want some weird… friends with benefits situation, or for her just to call me cause she has a craving, like…”

“I don’t think that’s what it was, Alex. I really don’t.”

“You think?”

“Yeah…”

He heaved a sigh. He couldn’t tell Alex what Siobhán had told you last night, she trusted you with it. But he couldn’t let his friend being misled by fear either.

“Look, I don’t know everything about what happened on her side, and I can’t tell you what I’ve overheard, because it would be betraying Y/N’s and Siobhán’s trust… but, trust me, she was not calling just for sex. I think she genuinely freaked out that night.”

“Why? Like… it was amazing, Andy. Not just sex… although the sex was mind-blowing… but the evening was grand. Everything was fine. We weren’t drunk, we weren’t high, she knew what she was doing, like… why would she suddenly freak out?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, but I think you should give her a chance to explain herself.”

“You’re a sap. Perhaps it was just sex…”

“Trust me on this. Alex… don’t bail out just yet. Give her a second chance. You’d regret not to, and you know it.”

Alex groaned, but agreed anyway.

“I’m not going to be tender on her, though. She left me… like… that shit… hurt a lot…”

“I know, mate. I know. But give her a chance to make things right. If she doesn’t, then you’ll know where to stand. Something tells me you want to give her a chance, right?”

Alex heaved a sigh.

“I really like her a lot…”

“Then don’t give up so easily. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“Since when are you so damn wise, huh?”

“I’m a professor.”

“Y/N has had a good influence on you, you mean?”

“Obviously!”

They laughed, but Andrew was gentle again when he spoke once more.

“Are you gonna be alright?” he asked his friend, concern genuine and evident in his voice.

“Yeah… yeah… Thanks, mate.”

“Anytime.”

“I guess… there’s no way you can keep me updated on what happens with Siobhán…”

“I’m not a double-agent! And I won’t take the risk to piss off Y/N. Are you insane?”

“I’ve seen her angry once and I understand why you won’t take that risk, even for me.”

Andrew laughed.

“Yeah… terrifying. And super hot.”

“I don’t want to know anything else about that, bye, Andy!”

Andrew merely laughed while Alex was hanging up. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then walked out of the bathroom again.

You looked up at him, still on the phone with your friend.

“You can tell Siobhán to stop panicking. And if Alex calls, she better pick up the phone and have a proper conversation with him. He’s not mad. He’ll give her a second chance. I don’t think she’ll have a third though.”

You nodded.

“Did you hear that?” you asked through the phone.

“Yeah… thanks, Andy!”

“Don’t mention it.”

A high-pitched cry came from your phone.

“Oh my God! He’s calling me!”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

“No! Wait! What do I tell him?!”

“The truth, Siobhán. Tell him the truth.”

Before your friend could answer, you were ending the call.

Andrew kept on staring at you for a moment, while your gaze lingered on your phone. You hadn’t moved from the bed, the covers gathered over your laps and his t-shirt covering your chest, your hair messed by sleep. You rubbed at your eyes, heaved a sigh. When you looked up at him, you held out your hand, and he knew what that gesture meant.

Come here to me.

And so he came closer, he always did, chose to do so every time.

“Had you seen this one coming?” he asked, half-amused, half-worried.

“Not really… I mean… I knew she kind of liked him. I thought she was joking around more than anything else, though. And I thought that if anything was to happen between them, it wouldn’t be anything serious.”

“I didn’t think they were into each other. I thought they were just friendly. Alex didn’t tell me about it.”

“Siobhán only told me last night too.”

You held out your hand again, and he took it in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. But then you gently pulled him closer. And so, he climbed back into the bed, sat against the headboard and opened his arms for you to nestle in his warm embrace.

“Why do you think she reacted like that, though? Alex was upset.”

“Was he?”

“Hmmm… I mean, it’s Alex. He’s not like… the kind of guy to talk about his feelings a lot. But I know him. He was upset. He really likes her a lot.”

You took a moment to answer, and he didn’t rush you. He knew you so well, like the back of his hand, sometimes he caught himself thinking he knew you better than anyone on this earth, and sometimes he even thought he was right about that. You would answer, you simply needed time to gather your thoughts. Your touch was soft on his stomach, your fingers tracing mindless patterns over his skin after you slipped your hand under his t-shirt. Nothing sexual, you simply longed for the closeness that came with skin-upon-skin, and he knew what that felt like. The want… the need to reach out for someone he loved. Longing for the comfort that came with the simple, chaste touch. His heart sped up at the thought that you loved him like that, too.

“She just… I didn’t know her yet, when it happened, but she told me she had been in a serious relationship when she was very young. It got messy. I don’t know the details, but she told me he was very controlling. She was 18, and when she got out of all that mess, she wanted to just… enjoy herself. Discover herself. I think she values her freedom more than anything else now, and she’s scared that trusting another man again to the point of entering a real relationship will take that freedom from her.”

“Alex isn’t controlling at all… he’s a good man.”

“I know. And I think that if she’s falling for him, it’s because she knows that, too. But still… I reckon that’s why she’s freaking out.”

“I hope they can figure it out. Because they genuinely seem to like each other, but also because, if things turn ugly between them, it’s going to be difficult for us.”

“Yeah… I hope they’ll figure it out too.”

Andrew checked the time on the screen of your phone, you had discarded it on the bed. He heaved a sigh.

“We should get up and get ready for lunch.”

But you didn’t move an inch.

“Five more minutes.”

“We’ll be late.”

“You’re always late everywhere, might as well use that as an excuse.”

He laughed at that, bright and loud.

“I thought you’d have a good influence on me, try to make me be on time to things.”

“Absolutely not. Not when I can cuddle you instead. That is so much better than getting ready for lunch.”

Andrew smiled, tightened his hold on you.

Yeah… he couldn’t argue with that.

Your visit at Queen’s University was full of nostalgia. You pointed at things to show them to Andrew as you walked by together, hand in hand. You showed him your former office, introduced him to your colleagues. You would have been lying, had you pretended that you weren’t showing him off a little. But then again, you reckoned that you could…

Your former boss was still the same. Cillian was sweet and funny, and looked at you like a proud father. After all, you were young enough to be his daughter, indeed.

He seemed to like Andrew the second they shook hands, and he spent the next fifteen minutes asking your boyfriend about his research and his classes. He seemed impressed, you were so proud…

You headed to your old cafeteria for lunch, the one where you had spent years eating mediocre food while laughing with your colleagues, caught in your little academic bubble, oscillating between fear, depression, burn-out, female rage and love for your job. You hadn’t moved to Dublin too long ago, but still, it felt like a lifetime ago that you were working here. Your life was so different then. You looked over at Andrew, sitting next to you, doing chit-chat with some of your former colleagues, and you smiled at the thought that your life was so much better now…

By your side, Siobhán finally managed to catch your attention long enough to whisper an update on her love life.

“Alex and I talked this morning. A lot.”

“And?”

She heaved a sigh.

“I did what you told me. I told him the truth. That I was freaking out, that I was afraid to enter an exclusive relationship again. I… I told him about my ex.”

“And? What did he say?”

She smiled, something tender and sweet, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time on her.

“He said that he understood, that we could go slow, but… that he had feelings for me. That he… really liked me. And that he… he didn’t want to sign up for anything that wouldn’t be exclusive.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah… so… I said I could try, give it a go… But that I needed him to be patient with me. He seemed to understand.”

“I hope it’s going to work for you two! You would go well together.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I know so.”

“And since when are you an expert in romance, huh? Just because you can quote any scene from Pride and Prejudice doesn’t mean you know shit about matters of the heart.”

But you gave her a cheeky grin

“Since I’ve found this tall lad I love very much,” you answered, leaning against Andrew.

He didn’t know that you were talking about him, he was busy with his own conversation. Still, he didn’t think as he shifted closer, moved his arm to wrap it around you, to rest his hand on your waist, to draw mindless patterns over your jumper.

“You two are disgusting,” Siobhán winced, but you knew she didn’t mean it.

You lingered in the cafeteria over a coffee that was growing cold. Some of your former colleagues went back to work, including Siobhán, but you kept on talking with Cillian, he didn’t seem ready to part just yet, wanted to make sure you were doing well down there, in Dublin. Meanwhile, Andrew was talking with a PhD student you didn’t know, but who had tagged along with the rest of the team at your table for lunch, and you didn’t mind that she was there, of course, you wouldn’t have wanted for her to be left alone simply because you were visiting and didn’t know her.

That was before she started seriously hitting on Andrew though…

He didn’t seem to notice, his answers were neutral and shy, the ones you knew he would use with any new person he would meet. Voice quiet, shoulders a little bent, trying not to seem too intimidating, his shyness coming through. Still, he was charming, kind, and looked like sin…

You noticed the way she stared as he ran his fingers through his glorious curls, and you hated it.

You hated too that you felt jealous. You trusted Andrew, and you couldn’t imagine him doing something as disrespectful as flirting with another woman while he literally had an arm wrapped around you. Still, your blood was boiling. More than anything else, it was boiling because you were frustrated with your own thoughts, with your own stupid doubts about yourself and your own worth. But she was smart, and so pretty, and was so confident, the kind of confidence and charisma you lacked in your daily life…

You hated yourself for thinking that Andrew could prefer someone like her over you…

When Cillian wanted a refill of coffee, before ‘finally letting you go’, you couldn’t say no. So, you stood up with him, went to the coffee machine and chatted with just him for a while, forgetting to fill up your mugs, but none of you were fooled. When it was time to leave, he was genuinely sad, but you promised him to come visit again sooner. Besides, you would see each other again in conferences and seminars, you were doomed to bump into each other regularly, as academics working in similar fields. You were still melancholic when you bid him goodbye.

When you walked back to the table, on the other side of the room, Andrew was standing up, his cheeks flushed and brow furrowed. He visibly relaxed when he saw you walking closer.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked in a neutral tone, but you heard it still that he was angry.

Why was he angry?

“Yeah! Let’s go! I need to show you the library before we leave the campus.”

“Sure, lead the way, hun.”

You waved to the rest of your colleagues, before walking away. Andrew remained quiet until you were out of the building.

“What’s wrong?” you probed, and he threw you a cautious look.

“Cassie… the PhD student…”

“Hmm?”

“She was hitting on me.”

His cheeks turned crimson, you weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or outrage.

“The audacity of that woman! My partner is right there, I’m here because I’m accompanying you… and she hits on me?! Unbelievable…”

You tried to bite back your answer, but couldn’t.

“Well… it must be flattering, she was beautiful…”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m taken. And she knew it. It was very disrespectful. That’s why I wanted to leave… I hope I didn’t rush you.”

“No… no, you didn’t, don’t worry.”

“Christ, I can’t believe it… I still can’t believe it.”

He seemed to read into your silence, into the way you walked just a little bit further away from him than usual, into the way your steps were not quite in sync with his.

He reached for your hand, made you stop and turn to him. Outside, students hurried to their next classes or towards the library you were heading for yourselves. You didn’t notice any of them as they passed by. But then again, how could you, when Andrew’s hazel eyes stared into your soul this way?

“Y/N. I would never do that to you. You know that, right? I… I’m not that kind of man, but after what happened with our exes, I would never…”

“I know. I trust you.”

And you did. You reckoned that you trusted him more than you trusted yourself, because if you doubted your own worth, the love in his gaze as he smiled down at you showed you that he never doubted.

He reached up to cup your cheek.

“I know it wasn’t a comfortable situation, but I love you. You’re the one I want.”

“I know. And I want you too.”

He looked away, mumbled the rest of his confession, before he started walking faster than before.

“I don’t think there is another person on this earth I could want more than I want you, baby.”

You grinned, hurried to follow him. You reached for his hand, held it tight in yours.

Maybe, he did love you as much as you loved him…

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“Be safe, please, mi amor.” he held Fernando in her arms as he paused getting ready to turn around and look at her.

“I am always Carina… Podium on the cards for today haha” He smiled

“Ha, got a surprise for you after the race…if you get a podium today of course.” She looked down, smiling, thinking of the surprise she had planned.

“A nice surprise I hope carina…” He winked and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the implications of his flirty statement, and the blushes of the mechanics who had heard their conversation.

“Not that kind of surprise, but I think you’ll be happy nonetheless…” She smiled knowingly as he looked slightly puzzled before the activity seemed to pick up and was aware he needed to start getting ready.

“As long as you are feeling better than you were this morning I will always be happy.” He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

She gave him his traditional pre race good luck kiss and then his helmet was on his head and he was in the car.

Y/N snuck into Nando’s room, being let in by his trainer Alex. She placed the box on his massage table. It was a pretty simple box, all that was inside was a sonogram, a baby onesie and the positive pregnancy test that was gonna change their lives.

She’d been feeling sick for a couple of weeks now, and when she’d missed her period she’s had a hunch as to what it could be, but it wasn’t until she had bailed on a triple header because she hadn’t been feeling well, that she’d had time to take the test, freak out about how positive it was.

(she’d called Mark in a panic, and then he’d added Jenson to the call in his panic and then they’d just had Mark, Seb and Jenson on a call freaking out, not helping her to calm down in the slightest, but making her laugh. Eventually Hanna had tried to work out what the fuck was going on with her husband, and had provided some actually useful advice)

Following Hanna’s advice, she’d gone to the doctors and gotten the ultrasound photo. She’d sent Hanna and Lance a photo of the ultrasound, to thank Hanna for her help in the boys panic call, and to let Lance know that he would be the godfather (she thought Nando would like that) but not to tell Nando, as she hadn’t told him yet, but she needed to tell someone. The doctor had confirmed that everything was going okay and that she was about 10 weeks along. Y/N had immediately spotted the onesie online and ordered it, preparing to tell Nando whenever she saw him. The onesie arrived fairly quickly, however, trying to keep the onesie, the test and the sonogram hidden from him for the week that he was home before the Spanish grand prix. She wanted him to know immediately because they’d been trying for so long and so many fails that it was a fucking miracle right now.

Their miracle. Their miracle baby.

Finally the week had arrived and she’d hidden the box with Nando’s personal trainer, who handed it to her after she’d given her good luck wishes to him and he’d sat in the car. She made sure to make it back for the start of the race, so as to not raise any suspicion. And then it was lights out and away they went.

The race had been going well for Fernando. Actually better than well. He was in P2, not even a second behind Perez. It had been helpful that Max had had his first mechanical failure in like 5 years, taking him out of the lead, and promoting everyone up a place. And now Fernando was contending for the lead. Y/N was so excited for him, she couldn’t wait to see him on the top step of the podium and then tell him the awesome news.

Of course then it all went horribly wrong.

Crofty’s voice filled her ears, “AND THAT’S FERNANDO ALONSO GOING FOR THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX GOING FOR HIS 33RD WIN GOING AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF SERGIO PEREZ AND THEY TOUCH AND THAT’S BOTH OF THEM GOING INTO THE BARRIERS AND OUT OF THE RACE WHICH PROMOTES LANDO NORRIS INTO THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX AND THAT’S A BIG CRASH. FERNANDO IS WEDGED BETWEEN PEREZ AND THE BARRIERS, AND HIS CHASSIS LOOKS CRUSHED and we are really hoping that he is okay there.”

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

Y/N could feel her legs getting weak, and could tell that the people around her were holding her up. She remembers being introduced to Shakira at the start of grand prix, and she complimented her nails. She could feel the nails digging into her left arm, which meant that Shakira was holding her up right now, and if Fernando's life wasn’t at threat, she might be fangirling right now. Still no response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response. Their miracle wasn’t going to meet their dad

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

fuck.

“And while i’m not entirely sure why Fernando wasn’t responding on the radio just then, but I can now tell you that he is walking out of the crash and he seems all okay.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and tried standing up while letting out wet sobs. She knew she was probably on TV right now, looking a mess, being held up by Shakira and crying when her husband was all okay, but that didn’t matter.

Because Fernando was okay.

She followed his progress on the TV as the team moved the focus to Lance and potentially getting him a win. But she tracked him until he was back in the garage and back safe in her arms. Whispering his reassurances to her.

This was also being broadcast, but she didn’t care.

He was safe and he was in her arms.

Y/N followed Fernando into his driver's room, entirely forgetting about the surprise that she had left in his room until they came in and she saw the box sitting on the massage table.

Fernando turned around to her in confusion, “Did you leave this here Carina?”

“Uhh, yeah but it’s nothing, it was supposed to be a surprise for when you got your podium, so look at it later maybe…”

Within 2 strides Fernando was at the box and lifting off the lid. There goes the plan of telling him when he was in a good mood.

Fernando pulled out the onesie, black with a message of ‘daddy’s little race engineer’. Maybe Y/N’s hormones were hitting hard today because the sight of Nando holding a baby onesie was enough to bring her to tears, imagining Nando holding their baby.

“What is this carina?”

“It’s ummm, the surprise I mentioned before…I wanted you to see it when you got your podium, so you can ignore it I guess…”

“No, no, I mean, why is there a sonogram, baby onesie and pregnancy test in here? Is Lance having a baby and wanting to let me know I was the godfather?”

“No, no, mi sol, it’s ours.”

“Ours?”

“Our baby.”

Y/N watched as Fernando processed the words. And then all of a sudden she was being picked up and spun around in a hug as Fernando cried at her.

“Our baby…oh Carina…our baby! I’m so happy right now.”

He was practically yelling, so a few team members came to see what was going on. And then walked in on a happy couple, sobbing to each other as they curled up on the floor. A baby onesie in one’s hands, and the sonogram in the other.

And all of a sudden the media could wait.

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Forever Irresistible [5/5] - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

written by alocon

Summary: Despite all hope, Lando never lost his feelings for his best friend's twin sister. However, he still hadn't acted on it. Well, that was until the party, which led you two into a long-term secret relationship

Warnings and Tropes: Fluff, implied smut (no actual smut though), final part

[Part One Here] [Part Two Here] [Part Three Here] [Part 4 Here] [Masterlist]

Irresistible - LN4 x Fem!Reader

“Can we get lunch together tomorrow to talk? Just me and you?”, the 12 words which had been absolutely overwhelming you for the past hour. Rather than give you an idea about what your brother wanted to talk about, Max had instead left you with an ominous “could go either way” message.

You see, it seemed like he was coming around after that family dinner, when he asked you to message him, but no. He instead expressed that he would not be talking to you for a while to work out how he felt about it. It's fine, you thought, a while may only be a couple of weeks. However, he instead decided that “a while” would be at least 8 months. That being said, it was now the day before you and Lando would fly out to Austin for the COTA grand prix. You would be meeting up with Max for breakfast instead of lunch and then would go straight to the airport to what might possibly be one of your favourite tracks. The atmosphere was great, the racing was fun, and there was only a tiny chance that you would manage to walk around the paddock without Daniel or Logan putting a cowboy hat on your head.

A lot had happened after the 2024 season. Lewis had, of course, gone to Ferrari. Nico Hulkenberg had left Haas, leaving an empty space that Checo filled in. And he had done surprisingly well, scoring Haas’ first ever win. By the power of magic? Who knows but that man had become a hell of a good driver to be able to do that. To bring a tractor to 1st takes some skill, especially with 2 Red bulls, 1 Mercedes and 1 Ferrari still in the race.

Daniel had taken the Red Bull seat, of course, and Yuki was next in line for it. Liam had taken his place in AlphaTauri. Mercedes had seen a new addition to Formula One, with Frederik Vesti taking the Mercedes seat. It was meant to be Mick but after his Le Mans win, he realised that maybe he preferred world endurance a little more. Carlos had obviously left Ferrari with the addition of Lewis. However, instead of joining another team, he left F1 for a season to rally with his dad and would be driving again in 2026 when Valtteri was planning to do a Kimi and go do another type of racing for a couple of years. Other than that, the grid had remained the same. Max in Red Bull, George in Mercedes, Charles in Ferrari, Lando and Oscar in McLaren (Lando had signed a contract until 2027), Fernando and Lance were still in Aston Martin and were rocking it, Lance having got his first win and Fernando his first in like 10 years in 2024, along with 2 more for his collection. Pierre and Esteban still drive for Alpine, Nico for Haas, Zhou for Sauber, and Alex and Logan for Williams. Logan had done really well, too. He got a couple of podiums the previous season.

Lando still hadn't got his first win. Lots of podiums, but no wins. However, that was hardly his fault. The Red Bull, as per, absolutely ripped.

Walking into the café, you were nervous. You had no reason to be, realistically speaking. Lan had proven to you that he had absolutely no intention of leaving you because of Max, as he had proven over the past 2 years and a few months. You saw Max already there when you arrived so you took a seat at the table with him. It was mostly quiet until you both had ordered your breakfast and drinks, after which you finally spoke up. “Why have you called me here, Max? After not speaking to me for like 8 or 9 months.”

“I miss you. I miss being your twin, having you to look up to and doing dumb stuff together. I miss being the iconic non-driver grid duo. I-”

You cut him off. “Max if you're going to tell me that and then say something about me breaking up with Lando, I will leave. I will walk out of the door right now.”

“You don't need to do that. I just miss you. If you and Lando being together makes you happy, which it clearly does, then maybe I was overreacting.”

“Maybe? Max, you told him he had to choose between me and you,” you said as you took a bite of your food. “You shouted at me for being with him. Made comments about how it wouldn't last because he doesn't love people. But he loves me. He has for years. And I love him. And I just want that to be okay for someone.”

Max nodded, understanding completely why you were upset with him. He looked at you, waiting a few moments before speaking. “I accept the relationship, just so you know. I think… I have for a while, it just upset me a lot that you didn't think that you could tell me for over a year so I freaked out.”

“I think freak out is an understatement, there. Now if that's all, I have a plane to catch.”

“Wait,” he said, placing his hand on your arm to stop you leaving straight away. “It sounds silly but there is a type of counselling/therapy for family members who want to repair their bonds. I've been going to individual therapy for a year, maybe we could give at least one session of the family therapy a go, see if it helps?”

You sighed, mentally weighing the pros and cons. “Okay. One session and we will see where that takes us. I seriously have to go though, Lando is here to get me.”

You stood up, quickly paying for both of your meals despite your brother's objection. You gave him a hug before you left. COTA here we come, you thought.

The journey to America was on a private jet with some of the other drivers. Lewis had, ever so sweetly, invited you and Lando on his jet along with him (obviously), Charles, Arthur (who was racing this weekend as Charles had badly sprained his wrist the previous day but still wanted to watch his brother drive), and George. The plane ride was great, as always, you all talked and played games, you humbled your boyfriend in many games of Uno and Mario kart, you and Lewis caught up, you and Arthur gossiped, overall, it was a great plane ride.

“And Lando Norris wins the United States Grand Prix!”

You don't think you'd ever cried as much in your life as you had watching your boyfriend cross the finish line. He had tried every single race and finally, for the first time, he had come first after so much bad luck.

As the checkered flag waved and the roar of the crowd filled the air, Lando stormed across the finish line, the first-time winner of a Formula One Grand Prix. He could hear cheers through the radio from his pit crew, him equally excitedly screaming back. The euphoria of the moment engulfed him, but as he slowed his car to a stop in the pit lane, his mind was consumed by one thought: he had to find you.

In the midst of the chaos and celebration, Lando’s heart raced with anticipation as he tore off his helmet and looked towards the crowd of people waiting for him. He spotted you in the crowd quite quickly, your eyes filled with tears of joy and excitement. He didn’t hesitate to make his way to you, embracing you and lifting you off of your feet and over the barrier that separated you.

"I did it! I finally fucking did it!" Lando whispered, his voice trembling with exhilaration as he buried his head into your shoulder.

Your smile was bigger than he thought he had ever seen before as one of your hands gently played with the curls in his hair. “I knew you could do it, Lan. I’m so so proud of you,” you whispered back, your words filled with unbridled happiness as you gently rocked you both back and forth on the spot. You placed a kiss to the side of his head as you felt his tears soak through your shirt. You didn’t care, though.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of victory, the blaring of the engines, and the cheers of the crowd, you and Lando found solace in each other's arms. Your love had weathered the turbulent journey of a competitive racing world, and now, in the exhilarating embrace of a triumphant win, you both knew (or more proved to those around you) that you were destined to conquer any challenge together.

As you stood together, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of victory and the warmth of love, Lando realised that this moment was not just about his first win; it was about sharing it with the person who had been his unwavering support for years, his pillar of strength, and (by far) his biggest fan.

“Am I even allowed to be over the barrier?” You inquired quietly as Lando stayed attached to you.

“I don’t know… or care.”

“Well, put me back over, you have to hug the rest of your team and go do your interviews.”

He groaned. Very dramatically. “I don’t want to, I want to stay with you.”

“I’ll be here when you get back, darling.” You looked at him as he sighed before lifting you back over, placing a long kiss to your lips and celebrating with his team before doing his interview. The second he was done with all the podium and media obligations, though, he was dragging you back to the hotel, wanting to cuddle before you all went out to party in the evening.

Once inside the hotel room, you kissed him. His arms travelled swiftly back to your waist, guiding you backwards as he kissed back, you soon feeling your back touch the door as he crowded you against it. You deepened the kiss, hearing him groan softly as he pressed his body closer to you. His hands started to snake under your McLaren polo that you had “borrowed” from him the day previous, placing themselves on your bare waist. Your hands were in his hair, gently tugging at the curls every so often, making him let out quiet but obscene noises as you kissed. He then started moving you again, this time towards the bed.

“Are you going to sit there and continue to eye fuck me, Lando?” You asked as you adjusted the bottom of the dress that you had just changed into for the party.

He leant his head back on the wall behind the bed. “I can't help it. You look amazing.”

You chuckled, walking over to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. He responded by pulling you onto his lap. You looked at him, seeing the familiar look in his eyes. “Don't start this again, Lan.”

“Why?”

“We have a party to go to. Wait until later.”

He sighed, pulling you closer into a hug. “You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know?”

The party went as normal. You and Lando both didn't drink much but everyone else did. As usual, there was a lot of chaos caused - mostly by Max, Checo and Daniel, you were convinced that Charles would end up with alcohol poisoning with the amount that he and Lewis drank together, and Logan, Oscar and Fred almost burnt the place down.

Everything seemed (almost) perfect as you laid in bed, in your boyfriend's arms, having just celebrated his first win. Neither of you were asleep yet. Lando could tell because your breathing pattern was different when you slept. Whilst running his hand through your hair, he took in the atmosphere. The way that you softened into his embrace, the little snores you did when you slept, every little thing you did reminded him of how much he loved you.

“Marry me.”

“What?” You said, head instantly snapping up towards your boyfriend.

He was already looking at you. “Marry me.”

You sat up, him leaning over to switch the bedside lamp on. He returned to look at you, holding a ring in his hand. You were dumbfounded. “Lan.”

He looked into your eyes, placing his forehead against yours before beginning to speak, softly. “I don't want you to think this was the spur of the moment. This sounds silly but I've had this ring for like a year and a half. I've just been waiting for the right moment. And this feels like the right moment. If you don't want to, or feel it's too soon, I completely get it. But if you do, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He smiled, genuinely, watching as a tear fell down your face. “Please don't cry, it's okay.”

“Yes.”

“Yes as in yes you'll Marry me or you think it's too soon?” He asked, voice soft as he felt a glimmer of hope in his chest

“Yes, as in yes, I will marry you, Lando.”

Now everything was perfect.

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Hi, Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this mini series x If anyone has any requests for one-shots, possible series, etc about drivers, please feel free to request. You can do so by clicking on my profile and there should be a requests/questions box. Have a good day x Alocon

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am0ralexis · 5 days ago

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Beach Proposal (fluff/smut)🩷❤️‍🔥

The moon hung low over the ocean, casting a silvery glow on the sand that stretched endlessly before you. The waves whispered secrets to the shore, their rhythm steady and soothing. Alex had insisted on this late-night walk, his hand warm in yours, his voice soft as he pointed out constellations. It’s romantic, he’d said, and you’d laughed, teasing him about his sudden flair for the dramatic. But now, standing here under the expanse of stars, it felt… different. His usual chaotic energy was subdued, replaced by a quiet intensity that made your heart race.

“Do you remember the first time we came here?” he asked, his voice breaking the gentle hum of the night. You nodded, smiling at the memory. It had been early in your relationship, back when everything was still new and electric. He’d been filming a vlog, rambling about the beauty of the ocean, and you’d been the one to suggest this spot. It’s perfect, you’d said, and he’d agreed, turning the camera off to kiss you for the first time.

“I think about that day a lot,” he admitted, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “About how you just… made everything better. You still do.” His words were soft, almost hesitant, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. Alex wasn’t one for grand declarations—he was more likely to express his love through a meme or a sarcastic comment. But tonight, he sounded… raw. Vulnerable.

“Alex, are you okay?” you asked, turning to face him. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, he just stared, his expression unreadable. Then he dropped to one knee, pulling something from his pocket. Your breath hitched as you realized what it was—a small velvet box, its lid flipped open to reveal a delicate ring nestled inside. The diamond caught the moonlight, sparkling like a fragment of the stars above.

“I didn’t plan this,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “I mean, I’ve thought about it for months, but I didn’t have a script or a big idea or anything. I just… I knew I wanted it to be here, with you, where it all started.” He paused, swallowing hard, and you could see the nervousness flickering in his eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You make me want to be better, to do better. And I know I’m not perfect—shit, I’m a mess most of the time—but I want to spend the rest of my life trying to be the person you deserve. So… will you marry me?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at him, your mind racing. This was Alex—your Alex. The guy who could make you laugh with a single look, who talked in his sleep and wore a beanie even in the summer, who was awkward and weird and so, so perfect. And he was here, on one knee, asking you to spend forever with him.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Yes, of course, yes.”

His face broke into a grin, relief and joy flooding his features as he slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, as if it had always belonged there. And then he was on his feet, pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, desperate, full of all the love and passion he’d been holding back. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned against your mouth, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“I love you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough. “I love you so much, I don’t even know how to—”

You cut him off with another kiss, your bodies pressed so tightly together you could feel his heartbeat against your chest. The sand shifted beneath your feet as you stumbled backward, laughing breathlessly as you both fell onto the soft, cool ground. He caught himself just in time, his hands gripping your hips as he hovered above you, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Yours,” you agreed, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “Always.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his lips moving with a fiery intensity that made your knees weak. His hands explored your body with a mix of passion and reverence, as if he were memorizing every curve, every inch of you. His fingers traced the hem of your shirt, hesitating just for a heartbeat before slipping underneath. The touch of his fingertips against your skin sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, and you arched into him, craving more. Your own hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trembling with anticipation until the fabric was finally discarded, tossed aside onto the cool sand like an afterthought.

His lips left yours, trailing down your neck in a series of searing kisses that made you gasp. “Alex,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need. His name was a plea, a prayer, and he answered it without hesitation. His hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with a sense of urgency that left you breathless. The cool night air brushed against your exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire he ignited within you. He paused briefly, his eyes locking with yours, a silent question hanging in the air. You nodded, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with desire and something deeper, something that made your chest ache. And then he was inside you, filling you completely, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to make this moment last forever. You clung to him, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Every thrust, every brush of his skin against yours, sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

The sound of the ocean faded into the distance, replaced by the rhythm of your mingled breaths, the soft, desperate moans that escaped your lips, the way his name sounded on your tongue like a mantra. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you, pulling you closer, deeper, until you were lost in him. You were no longer two separate beings but one, united in a way that felt almost divine.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he buried his face in the curve of your neck. “You’re everything.” His words were a balm to your soul, a confirmation of everything you felt for him. You were his, and he was yours, and nothing else mattered.

Your body trembled, teetering on the brink of release, and you clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping you grounded. “Alex,” you gasped, your voice fractured, raw with emotion. “I’m—" But the words caught in your throat as pleasure consumed you, a tidal wave that crashed over you with irresistible force. He followed soon after, his body shuddering against yours, his breath hot against your skin.

For a moment, you both lay there, tangled together, the world spinning around you. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, as if they were celebrating this perfect, stolen moment. And as you clung to him, your heart pounding in unison with his, you knew this was more than passion. This was love, pure and unyielding, and it was everything.

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mariawesker2 · 4 months ago

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Title: A Proposal of Ghosts and Dreams

Alejandro paced nervously in the small coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air as he fiddled with the ring hidden in his pocket. Valeria was pregnant, and while the thought of becoming a father filled him with joy, he wanted to make this moment special—memorable. He needed ideas, and that’s why he gathered his eclectic group of friends, each with their unique perspectives and styles.

First up was Ghost, the brooding yet insightful man, known for his tact and unconventional wisdom. “You want it to be personal, something that speaks to both of you,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his skull mask gleaming under the café’s soft lights. “How about a scavenger hunt? Each location could represent a significant moment in your relationship, ending at a place that’s meaningful for both of you. You can propose there, and she’ll remember it forever.”

Alejandro nodded, considering the idea. It was creative and involved their shared history. Next, he turned to Soap, who was brimming with enthusiasm. “Mate, you’ve got to make it dramatic! Get a flash mob to dance around her and then have everyone clear out, leaving you standing there with the ring. She won’t see it coming, and it’ll be a proper spectacle!”

Rudy chimed in, “What if you wrote her a song? You could perform it at a local open mic night. Pour your heart into the lyrics about your love and the baby on the way. Then, at the end, you can slip in the proposal. It’ll be intimate and beautiful.” Alejandro loved the idea of a personal touch, but the thought of performing made him anxious.

Kate, ever the romantic, suggested, “Why not do something simple yet heartfelt? Cook her favorite dinner at home, light some candles, and play soft music. After the meal, you could present the ring in a way that connects to the baby—like a small box with a note that says, ‘Will you be my partner for life, for our family?’ Simple, but with deep meaning.”

Farah and Alex, the adventurous couple, had a different approach. “Why not take a little trip? Just the two of you, somewhere beautiful—maybe a beach or a quiet mountain spot. Propose at sunset with the stunning scenery as your backdrop. It’ll feel magical.” They exchanged excited glances, thinking about the beauty of the world around them.

Then came John Price, the no-nonsense mentor, who suggested a direct approach. “Be honest with her. Sit her down and tell her how much she means to you and how excited you are to start this journey together. Proposing doesn’t always have to be grand; sometimes, it’s about being sincere.” Alejandro appreciated the wisdom in his words, but he still wanted a moment that felt special.

Lastly, Philip Graves, with his penchant for the dramatic, leaned in, his voice low and steady. “Create a moment of suspense. Plan a day where you take her out, and during the day, drop subtle hints about what’s coming. Then, when the moment feels right—perhaps during a beautiful sunset or a peaceful night under the stars—get down on one knee and ask her to be yours. It’s the buildup that’ll make it memorable.”

With each idea, Alejandro felt the pressure lift a bit. His friends were right—he could create a proposal that blended their personalities, passions, and the life they were about to build together. After much discussion, he settled on a plan that combined the best of all their suggestions.

The following week, Alejandro organized a day filled with the things Valeria loved. He arranged a small picnic at their favorite park, included moments that highlighted their relationship, and had friends secretly stationed to capture the day on camera. As the sun began to set, he found the perfect moment to express his feelings.

Standing beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, Alejandro took Valeria’s hands in his, his heart pounding in his chest. “Valeria,” he began, “we’ve shared so much already, and I can’t wait to embark on this new adventure with you. You make me the happiest man alive, and I want to spend forever with you.”

With the sunset painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, he knelt down, revealing the ring, “Will you marry me?”

Tears glistened in Valeria's eyes as she nodded, overwhelmed with emotion. “Yes! A thousand times, yes!” As they embraced, Alejandro felt a wave of joy wash over him. Surrounded by the beauty of the moment and the love of their friends, he knew that this was just the beginning of their beautiful journey together, as partners and soon-to-be parents.

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Arena chapter 8

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Chapter 8

…and Garth insisted they would be home in a month—she’d been here five weeks already…

I seriously have no idea where that month-long prediction is coming from.

And and [sic] she was tired and frustrated…

Editors, where art thou?

The Arena had no moon, and Manderia had no electricity. So where was the light coming from? The Gate? […] The Gate was breathtaking. Its bright, clear radiance shimmered against the velvet night. Now blue, now gold, now silver, it flowed with intertwined rivers of light that waxed and waned and waxed again. Pierced anew by the inexplicable longing, she ached to be near it, to touch it, to feel its glory on her face. We intend this for your benefit, Alex had said. For the first time she could almost believe it was true.

The author would have been less subtle if she’d whacked us upside the head with a chair.

“So are you thinking of signing up with Mander?” “Thinking of it.” Chills flooded her. “Don’t tell me you believe the Manderians are right.” “Okay.” Confused into silence, Callie toyed with the straw at her feet. “I hear it’s not unpleasant,” he added after a time. “But the manual doesn’t say anything about terms of indenture.” “No.” “So it’s got to be fraudulent.” “Only if you believe the manual.”

In my personal opinion, if you have to do work with some organisation in order to be accepted into heaven (go through the gate), then you’re probably being scammed. Simply be a good person. That’s it. That’s the goal. And I know that “being nice” doesn’t exactly make for a good story. But gestures broadly at 8 chapters of this book Neither does this.

“Has it occurred to you,” he said, “that they might not intend for us to leave?” “Then why put us here?”

Has it occurred to you… THAT THOSE ALIENS ARE FUCKING PSYCHOTIC?!

“You’re too new to know how they play with us, offer us hope only to snatch it away.” “Those are pretty grim thoughts, Pierce.”

I’m sorry, did you somehow miss how aliens kidnapped you and are now forcing you to remain here? “You can leave at any time!” they’d promised you, knowing full well that said escape is literally impossible.

For a long time afterward she sat staring at the living Gate and the dark cliff and the sleeping city, wondering, come morning, what she was going to do.

Chapter 8 summary: Callie joins the others in the tavern-inn for a while, but eventually gets fed up listening to the others talk about their grand plans. Much like everything else here, they’re only going to the inner part of the arena simply on a prayer that the rumours of the trogs having access to earth are true. She goes outside, with the intention of hiding out in the barn. But there’s people getting busy in one of the stalls, and the noise is making her uncomfortable. So she decides to go up to the loft… Which yes! 100% sound-proof, for some unholy reason?! Anyway, Pierce is up there, too. At first, Callie sits at the window and looks out at the glowing gate, which is something akin to the moon. Then she and Pierce start to talk about the temple. He says that he’s thinking about joining. Callie expresses that the manual said nothing about indentured servitude in order to escape the arena. However, Pierce is quick to point out that when Callie’s own manual was finally snatched by the mites that crave the ink from it… She did nothing to get it back. She’s now on team “this is fucking worthless”. So who knows what the actual truth is. Or why the aliens are doing all of this. Pierce goes to sleep. Callie sits up and contemplates what her next move should be.

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citychronicles · 5 months ago

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City Chronicles : Year 1

The first canonical year of City Chronicles (Fun fact : This year canonically takes place in 2022 but it's not that important) Stories : 18/18

Snippets : 12/12 Total Words : 222,479

Enchanted Retribution 'For six long years, Robin has been on a non stop search. He's exhausted, hungry and running out of patience, but he will not yield until he can get his revenge.'

Words : 13,352

Chapters : 11

A Tale of Sorrow and Stone

'All Sam's life, all he's wanted to do was live peacefully with his brother. But fate has always had other plans; plans that always end with blood on his claws.'

Words : 12,209

Chapters : 14

Feeline Alive

Aster would say she has quite good life; Excelling at school, hanging out with her best friend and enjoying her life to the fullest. But after a chance encounter with something out of the ordinary, Aster's life takes an unexpected turn into the unknown.'

Words : 20,370

Chapters : 27

Kin Through the Chaos

'Living on the streets is always rough but Alex and Andy have always had each other to help make it through. When objects from the past drastically change their lives, the two siblings must navigate this new normal and figure out how everything connects to a life they no longer have.'

Words : 18,281

Chapters : 22

Light of a New Beginning

'With justice served, Robin is now free to do whatever he pleases but he has no idea where to go. After being unexpectedly taken in by a kind old lady, Robin expected his life to be slow and uninteresting; but everything changed when a crack echoed through the night...'

Words : 16,122

Chapters : 18

Ancient Adolescence (Snippet)

'It's time to celebrate Sam's birthday but he's having some doubts'

Words : 868

Calculated Mayhem

'Aster, Alex and Andy's friendship is a new one but a blossoming one. When secrets threaten to rear their heads, that friendship and their trust will determine if they make or break in a trial that will determine their future.'

Words : 10,670

Chapters : 14

United as One

'Two stories, two worlds. Robin and Sam explore the depths of the city for an elusive plant while Aster, Alex and Andy search for a lost kitten. But unexpected things happen when the two cross paths and their lives are never the same.'

Words : 8,560

Chapters : 8

Fierce Fireworks (Snippet)

'Fourth of July Time (I know nothing I'm not american)'

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Birthday Bash (Snippet)

'Birthday time : Aster edition'

Words : 866

Gone too Soon (Snippet)

'Alex reflects on a time long gone'

Words : 835

Videns stellas tecum (Snippet)

'Stargazing is better with a friend'

Words : 960

Back to the Big Apple

'It was a normal day when it all began. The sky turned gold and the earth rumbled. Robin, Sam, Aster, Alex and Andy (or the CC crew) learn of a prophecy they are given to complete. Their first stop? The grand City of New York.

Robin isn't the most thrilled about having to go on this quest, especially to this place. But maybe there will be more to this quest than meets the eye?'

Words : 12,526

Chapters : 11

Rainforest Retreat

'The first shard has been obtained. The search for the shards takes the crew to the wild lands of the jungle. Aster is fascinated by the environment but will it be as welcoming?'

Words : 9,305

Chapters : 10

Through the Sands of Time

'The blazing sands of the Sahara is the next destination in the CC crew's quest. The heat isn't something Alex is a fan of but she pushes through. The barren land holds many secrets, secrets that the young hero will soon unearth...'

Words : 9,769

Chapters : 10

Hiking the Heights

'Andy wasn't expecting to land in the snowy mountains of the Himalayas but the search for the shards had taken them all over the world. What did the wintery land have in store for Andy and his friends?'

Words : 9,211

Chapters : 9

Heart of the Wild

'After a bit of a rough landing, the CC crew arrive in the land of the Philippines. Sam has been a bit nervous about this quest but he's managed to swallow his fear for this long. But maybe this time, he can take a stand to go the final stretch'

Words : 7,994

Chapters : 9

In the Heart of the Deep

'The shards have been found but the quest is not over. The final destination is the triangle of mysteries and disappearances. The crew land but are unsure how to proceed. Maybe an unexpected ally can come to the rescue?'

Words : 8,657

Chapters : 11

Timeless Teachings (Snippet)

'Sam finally gets an education... somewhat'

Words : 902

Garden of Possibilities (Snippet)

'Sam and Alex have a chat about love'

Festivities for Two (Snippet)

'Alex and Andy celebrate their birthday for the first time in years'

Magic Madness (Snippet)

'Training time with Robin and Willa'

A Different Flavour of Fang

'Halloween has arrived. Aster and Andy are ecstatic for their Halloween party with their friends when they meet a mysterious but intriguing stranger. Andy is immediately smitten but Aster isn't so taken, feeling that a danger is lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.'

Words : 6,250

Chapters : 7

Curse of the Blood Moon

'Halloween has arrived. Robin, Sam and Alex prepare for a simple party to celebrate the night, but things change for the worst with a spell gone wrong and a ticking time limit to reverse the damage or loose a friend forever.'

Words : 8,883

Chapters : 9

Daze of the Dead

'Día de los Muertos is a day of celebration to honour the souls of the dead. In the whispers of the land of magic, it is said that souls with a special power can move beyond and visit the land of the deceased. But what if a group of mortals passed through when they were not supposed to? What will they find there and how will they return to the land of the living?'

Words : 11,592

Chapters : 10

Night Comforts (Snippet)

'Sam and Robin discuss the events of Halloween night and come to terms with a few things.'

Words : 1,623

Lending a Hand (Snippet)

'Robin is having a hard time dealing with his new hair. Luckily he gets some help from a professional.'

Words : 946

Faults and Friendships

'Keeping secrets is never easy especially from the people you trust the most. Aster wants to tell Javari everything but it's not easy, especially with criminals running around the city causing mischief, keeping her away from her best friend. Her secrets hold her back from being fully honest but maybe, just maybe; fate will allow some to spill through…'

Words : 11,133

Chapters : 15

Drenched (Snippet)

'Andy takes care of a stubborn Alex'

Words : 719 Christmas Chronicles Christmas time is here at last. The crew of Avant City are preparing for the holiday season in very different ways.

Sam is excited to be shown the ways of celebrating the season with the help of Aster and Alex; Meanwhile, Robin and Andy are dragged to a faraway land that holds the power to make their wishes come true.

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alpinelogy · 5 months ago

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Started following you after reading your Ferrari chalex fic

Any kinda lore/director’s cut about the chalex time travel Ferrari fic

tell me why u follow me on/off anon (& backstory on my fics)

[rises from the dead two months later] HELLO, now entering a world my beloved. Ferrari chalex you will forever be famous

Rambling under the cut o7, heads up for spoilers

God where do I begin

First of all, this was posted post-chapter 4 but it is still a wonderful silly little rant on the story and my thoughts into it. By then I had the rest of the fic figured out and I was really just setting up the future plot points 🙂‍↕️

However, heres is some random rambling on the fic because I have so many thoughts:

I started working on the fic last January, and initially I was hesitant if I even wanted to go on with this, I had just finished writing we found wonderland (you and i got lost in it) few months earlier and in that one the ghost of Max Verstappen too somewhat haunts the narrative and I hate repetition. Then Kiro my beloved asked me to do some writing sprints with her one afternoon and I wrote about 5k of mildly disconnected scenes and I was dedicated to the bit since then

Also initally, this was meant to be either a three or four chapters long fic, clocking in at some odd 24k - 40k. Already a massive range (3 - 4 chapters, each 8k - 10k), but nowehere near the final 51k I ended up at

Please perceive my spreadsheet of plans. Obviously that ended up deviating and I discarded the three chapter option before I even outlined this but some extra things I wanna note:

All options open with the second loop/first time he goes back. I tried to start with the first loop but I could never get it to work. At the end of the day, we all know how roughly the race week works, what is the point in me writing a series of shite but otherwise average race weeks

Yes the first Charles is acting weird loop is in spirit loop 16. I like my number symbolisms even if they have zero mention of the actual fic. Tho also perceive that no plan the idea was for chapter 3 to be loops 5 - 16. Chapter 2 really ran away from me

Congrats to chapter 4 for sticking to the plan. Loops 17 through 22, exactly as it should be 🙂‍↕️

Now as for chapter 5... yeah, that chapters loop was supposed to be the final one. It was actually the plan until like... a week before I posted that chapter, and then I decided to go back and fix my pacing. Therefore while it is not relevant, Alex gets sent back to Bahrain a grand total of 23 times/goes through the first three races 24 times

With each loop being 24 days with a handful of exceptions, if we round down to 21 days that means Alex spent ~500 days in the timeloop. Thats more than a year. Fun!!

Hey what caused the loop? Well thats for me to know and for you to find out in wolves standing (towards the enemies) coming... well I wanted to post the first part on Dec 1st but I fear that is not happening. Burnout is a bitch

Ngl took me a while to figure out what exactly is the way out of the loop. Never let anyone tell you you cannot treat your silly little fanfiction with the same importance as original fiction, I wanted to have a point to the loop, a meaning and I eventually got it; letting people in and trusting that they will not betray you

Charles and Max are significantly more important to the narrative than it may seem. At the end of the day the fic in a way is about the treatment of teammates, and how Alex had to learn that his RBR experience is not universal. Did I have to put him into a timeloop? Yes. Yes I did

Hey why did Charles know about the timeloops? Did he know about the timeloops? What is going on with Charles? That's for me to know and for you to find out in wolves standing. That one is Charles' POV, you get to figure out everything with him there. That being said, subconsciously, Madoka Magica had a lot of impact on the plot and minutia of the timeloop possibly. Make of that what you will

Funnily enough however, initially Charles played a minor role at best. He was meant to haunt the narrative like Max does, not be fully involved and pulling the strings in the background like he actually ends up doing

Last one little silly fact; the fic was almost named wolves standing (towards the enemies). Ended up gong with now entering a world (from which you will never return) but as obvious that original name got stuck and I am using it for the (unplanned) sequel

Anyway I am definitely forgetting something but this is all that I could think of, sorry that it took me so long anon, hopefully you are still here <3

Finally, I will leave you with my favorite line from the fic, coincidentally one of the lines that solidified it for me that i want to write the entire fic

"It is not a declaration of love. It is the closest Alex will ever be to declaring just how much he cares about Charles as long as he is repeating the same three weeks. It is an admittance that he has lost the battle long before it even started. But maybe that was the point, maybe he has to lose the battle, position his troops wrong so that Charles’ cavalry can trample them, to win the war. To be forced to have Charles as his ally rather than his enemy." now entering a world (from which you will never return) chapter 6

One of my favourite things I've ever written, period. I regularly think of this line

As well as the links to the song that gave the fic its name, a remix of it that I listened to a lot when I was writing it, and the song that gave the sequel its name

#ask #anonymous #fic: now entering a world (from which you will never return)

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digitallifeblend · 7 months ago

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🌟 Ideas won’t work unless you do! 🌟

Ever had a brilliant idea? Maybe you dreamed of starting your own business, becoming an influencer, or creating a groundbreaking app. But here's the kicker—an idea is just that, an idea. It won't magically turn into reality unless you roll up your sleeves and start working on it.

The Dreamer Who Never Starts

Take my friend Alex, for example. Alex is full of amazing ideas. He often talks about his dream of starting a business that will revolutionize the way we live. He has grand plans and even details down to the product design and marketing strategies. Sounds promising, right? But there's a catch—Alex has been talking about this dream for years without taking a single step towards making it happen. Why? Because talking about an idea is easy; taking action is hard. Without that crucial first step, Alex's amazing business idea remains just a pipe dream. This story isn't unique; it serves as a reminder that dreams only turn into reality when you put in the effort to make them happen.

The 18-Year-Old Entrepreneur

Now, let's flip the coin and look at someone who took that vital leap. Meet Taylor, an 18-year-old who decided to start a small online store selling handmade jewelry. With a simple idea and a lot of determination, Taylor dedicated just a few hours each day to her project. She researched suppliers, learned about marketing, created a website, and started promoting her products on social media. Within months, Taylor's online store was buzzing with activity. Customers loved her unique pieces, and word began to spread. What started as a small idea transformed into a thriving business—all because Taylor took action. This story illustrates that consistent effort, no matter how small, can turn an idea into reality.

My Journey of Overcoming Fear

I remember my own struggle with taking the first step towards a passion project. For a few years, I wanted to start a blog about my love food culture and cooking. But the fear of failure held me back. What if no one reads it? What if people don't like my writing? And then, I did not have much free time to research and write.

One day, I decided to ignore the what-ifs and just start. I wrote my first post, hit publish, and shared it with a few friends. The response was very positive, which fueled my passion even more. Over time, my writing gained traction, and I found myself connecting with food enthusiasts from all over the world. The key takeaway? Progress only happens when you start doing. Conclusion

Ideas

Ideas are like seeds. They have the potential to grow into something magnificent, but they require nurturing, effort, and dedication to flourish. Simply put, ideas will not work unless you do. Whether it's starting a business, launching a creative project, or pursuing a passion, the first step is always the hardest, but it's also the most crucial. Don't be like Alex, stuck in the realm of dreams. Be like Taylor, who took consistent steps towards her goal. And remember, overcoming fear is part of the process—it's only by doing that you'll see your ideas come to life. Now, isn't it time you turned that brilliant idea of yours into reality?

Take your dreams out of your head and into action! 💪✨Success starts NOW 👍➕👣

#Motivation #WorkForIt #SuccessJourney #TakeAction #GrindAndShine #DreamToReality #AllaborChannel

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goblinontour · 8 months ago

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About You

and i’ll miss you on a train

part 11 | series masterlist

warnings: prof!al, age gap (not specified), fluff, feelings, crying, smut, oral (f receiving), piv

word count: 10.8k

It hadn’t been the elaborate affair either of you had envisioned. In the idealised version of events you had both crafted in your heads, your wedding was something out of a fairytale. Perfectly planned, held at the peak of summer, everything falling seamlessly into place. But that’s not quite how it turned out. It wasn’t the kind of wedding either of you had imagined. Not the summer ceremony you’d both dreamed up in fleeting daydreams over time. In those daydreams, maybe you had a sprawling venue, with candles everywhere and all that stuff. But reality had other plans, and somehow, that made it even better.

It was spontaneous. Almost accidental. It came together faster than either of you expected, catching you both by surprise. You’d just finished your final year at university. Your last year, your last day. And it had been important to him that it happened after that. He was adamant about it, insisted on waiting. That had been obligatory, in his mind, a non-negotiable boundary. He’d made it clear from the start: he wouldn’t cross that line while you were still his student.

You hadn’t been opposed to the idea, respecting his need for that space, even if the line between your professor-student relationship and whatever had blossomed between you had long since blurred.

As soon as your final exams were over and your degree was in hand, Alex had gently broached the topic, that nervous, bashful look you’d come to love showing up on his face as he fumbled with the words. He hadn’t wanted to rush you, but the need to make things official had crept in on him in a way he couldn’t suppress any longer. And you weren’t about to argue with him.

“I think…I think we should do it. Soon. Don’t you?”

There was hesitation in his voice that didn’t quite match the determination in his eyes. Mr. Turner, as you’d once used to call him, always so confident in his lectures, so sure of himself when he was your professor, couldn’t be more different when he was with you. Always nervous, always shy. Like he was asking you something much bigger than just a wedding.

And when you’d agreed, he almost couldn’t believe it. His eyes widened, and he laughed softly, more out of surprise than anything else, as if he hadn’t fully expected you to say yes so easily. But you had, because you were ready. You’d been ready long before he’d allowed himself to be.

Of course, things moved quickly from there. You didn’t have the months of planning, the extravagant arrangements. Instead, it ended up being a small, intimate gathering at his parents’ place, tucked away in the garden he’d spent his childhood running around in. It was unpretentious, cozy, a little rough around the edges, but it suited him, and you, perfectly.

Their garden was smaller than you’d remembered, but somehow, standing there with Alex, surrounded by his family and yours, it felt just right. You could smell the freshly cut grass, hear the soft rustle of leaves in the summer breeze, and see the faint glow of the setting sun casting golden light over everything.

It wasn’t the grand event either of you had pictured, but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world.

He hadn’t even had time to get his hair cut. You’d laughed about that the night before, when he ran a hand through the tousled mess of dark curls, looking mildly frustrated at how long it had gotten. “I was supposed to get it sorted, wasn’t I?” he muttered, shaking his head at the memory of all the appointments he’d pushed back because of work or your hurried plans.

But even with his hair falling slightly over his eyes, unruly and windswept from the breeze that had picked up, he looked perfect. Handsome, in a way that didn’t feel rehearsed or overdone. It was just him, standing there with his tie slightly askew, in the shirt he’d ironed himself but somehow still managed to wrinkle. His sunglasses rested awkwardly on the bridge of his nose, and you knew, without needing to ask, that he’d put them on to hide the tears that had welled up in his eyes earlier.

They hadn’t been sad tears. No, not this time. They were happy ones, the kind he hadn’t been able to stop from slipping out in the middle of the ceremony. He thought he’d been discreet, ducking his head, sliding the glasses over his eyes as if that would somehow shield him from your knowing gaze. But you knew. You always knew.

Now, standing off to the side of the gathering as the sun set, you found a quiet moment away from everyone. The fading light softened everything around you, casting golden hues on the grass, on the flowers his mother had carefully arranged. You reached out and tugged gently at the sleeve of his shirt, drawing him closer.

He turned toward you slowly, blinking behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You smiled up at him, teasing gently. “You do know the sun’s gone down, right? Or are you planning to wear those all night?”

A sheepish smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he reached up to take the glasses off, revealing eyes that were red-rimmed, still glistening with the remnants of his earlier tears. “Ah, right, caught me.” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was embarrassed you’d caught him. “I just…you know…”

You nodded, stepping closer until your hand brushed his, fingers intertwining naturally. “It’s okay.” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “I saw.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked down, suddenly shy, like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. His thumb traced the outline of your knuckles as he stared at them, avoiding your eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just-” He trailed off, shaking his head, his hair falling messily over his forehead again. He laughed awkwardly, trying to downplay it, but you could see right through him. “I didn’t mean to get all…you know…emotional.”

You smiled softly and brought your free hand up to cup his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and you could feel the slight tremble in him, the nervous energy that always seemed to bubble up. “I think it’s sweet.” you said, brushing your thumb gently across his cheekbone. “And very on brand for you.”

He laughed again, quieter this time, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little as he leaned into your touch. He wrapped his arms around you, his breath warm against your ear. “You know,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “we’ll have another wedding one day. A proper one. I promise you that.” His lips brushed your temple, and when you turned to meet his gaze, his eyes were full of sincerity. “I-” he started after a beat of silence, his voice still shaky, “I’d marry you a hundred times- no, a thousand more…I really would marry you a thousand times. Over and over again, if you’d let me.”

Your heart swelled at the way his voice wavered, the raw emotion in every word. He wasn’t just saying it to be romantic. He meant it. There was a desperation in his voice, like he still couldn’t believe this was real, that you were his.

“Alex…” you whispered, brushing a lock of his unruly hair away from his eyes.

“I mean it.” he interrupted, his hand tightening around yours. “I’d do this every day if I could. Because I still can’t believe I get to…to have this. To have you.” His voice broke slightly, and he cleared his throat, awkwardly trying to pull himself together, but you could see how deeply he felt it. “You don’t know how long I waited for this. How many times I thought about it. And now that it’s real…” He shook his head, his eyes filling with tears again. “I’m so lucky.”

You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. And you believed him. You knew he meant every word. He wasn’t the kind of man to take promises lightly, and he certainly wouldn’t say something he didn’t plan to follow through on. The thought of marrying you over and over, of making the commitment again and again, clearly wasn’t just a cheesy notion to him. It was something he craved. The idea of turning this love, this promise of forever, into something real every single day seemed to fuel him.

And even now, standing there in his parents’ garden, with the smell of roses and the sound of laughter in the air, he still couldn’t quite believe it was real. That you were his. That he was yours. He’d spent so long now navigating the line between what he was allowed to feel and what he actually did feel for you. Trying to convince himself that he was allowed to love you, trying to make it go away. But it hadn’t. It had only grown, deepened, until it became impossible to ignore. And now here you were. His wife.

You could feel tears of your own welling up now, his words hitting you harder than you’d expected. This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a culmination of everything you’d both been through, all the waiting, the lines he refused to cross until the time was right, the stolen glances, the quiet moments when neither of you could say what you wanted to.

You reached up on your tiptoes and kissed him gently, softly, pouring every unspoken word into it. He responded immediately, his hands cradling your face as if he was afraid to let you go. When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed, his breath mingling with yours.

“I love you.” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He smiled, eyes still shut, and whispered back, “I love you more than I ever thought I could.”

You knew that this was all you’d ever need. Just him. Just Alex. Forever.

His fingers laced through yours, his grip warm. “I still can’t believe it.” he whispered, echoing your own thoughts as if he could read them. “I get to spend my whole life with you.”

The party had wound down slowly, as family and friends trickled away in the soft glow of twilight, leaving the two of you standing in the quiet aftermath. The garden, once filled with laughter and conversation, now lay in peaceful silence, only the occasional chirp of crickets filling the space where guests had been. The smell of the early summer blooms lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of the candles that were still flickering on the tables. It was a perfect night.

You’d both tried to help clean up at first, but his mother had shooed you away, insisting that it was your night and you shouldn’t worry about such things. Still, Alex had lingered, his hands fidgeting with the leftover napkins, folding and refolding them while you watched him from the corner of your eye, knowing he was struggling to settle into the quiet. He always had a hard time when things ended, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the moment. It was the same way he lingered at the end of lectures, the way his voice softened but never quite let go of the topic, as though there was always something left unsaid.

But tonight was different. There was an undercurrent of restlessness in him, something you couldn’t quite place until he finally turned to you, holding out the car keys with a soft but determined smile. “I’ll drive.” he said, his voice gentle but with an edge of quiet insistence.

You hesitated, looking at him for a moment, then at the car. Normally, he’d ask, a slight stammer in his voice when it came to things like this. But tonight, he wasn’t asking. His eyes had a certain gleam, a quiet confidence that was as intoxicating as it was surprising.

“I want to.” he added softly, almost like a promise. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?”

There was something about the way he said it, the weight in his voice, that made you nod without hesitation. You didn’t need to ask where you were going. It didn’t matter. Not tonight. Not with him standing there, his hand already on the car door, waiting for you to join him. He didn’t need to ask for permission. He was your husband now. And that thought, your husband, made you smile as you slipped into the passenger seat beside him.

The keys jingled in his hand as he turned the ignition, and the car rumbled to life. You watched him for a moment, the way his hands moved, gripping the steering wheel loosely as if he was completely at peace. He shot you a quick, soft smile before pulling out of the driveway, and soon, the two of you were rolling down the narrow streets that wound through the small town.

He didn’t say much at first, just drove. You were used to these stretches of quiet with him, the way he sometimes needed space to gather his thoughts, especially after something as big as tonight. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, the way his fingers tapped absently against the gearshift, his hair still slightly mussed from the day.

But even now, with the unruly strands falling into his eyes, he looked effortlessly handsome. There was something about the casualness of it all, the way his shirt was slightly wrinkled, his tie hanging loose around his neck, that made him seem more real, more yours, in a way you’d never quite seen before. And there was a subtle freedom in him that you hadn’t quite seen before. He was driving aimlessly, or at least that’s what you thought. He hadn’t mentioned where you were going. For once, it felt like nothing else mattered. He’d put away any restraints he might’ve held onto before, any worries or concerns about what was proper. Because now…he was married. He was married to you. The simple reality of that settled deep into his bones. There wasn’t a single thing to worry about anymore. No rules to break, no lines to blur. You were his now, and he was yours.

And what could he possibly find to complain about?

You’d assumed it would be a short drive, just to get away from the buzz of the party, but hours passed, and he kept going. The two of you moved through town after town, the road stretching out before you in endless waves of asphalt, lit by the car’s headlights and the faint glow of the moon. The car moved with a steady rhythm, and the sound of the tires on the pavement became a comforting hum, lulling you into a half-asleep state. Your head leaned lightly against the window, and your eyes fluttered closed, the warmth of the evening air drifting in through the cracked window.

It was then, as your mind began to drift, that you felt it. His hand. Warm and steady, resting on your thigh, his fingers curling gently against your skin. It wasn’t just a casual touch. It was deliberate, grounding. A quiet reassurance. You blinked awake, turning your head to look at him, and found his eyes already on you.

“Hey.” he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet.”

You smiled back, stifling a yawn as you straightened up slightly, your hand reaching for his where his rested on your leg. “How long have we been driving?” you asked, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. You hadn’t been keeping track, but it felt like hours.

He shrugged, his thumb absently brushing against your leg, his eyes flicking back to the road. “A while.” he admitted, the smile still on his face. “But we’re almost there.”

You blinked, confused, as you looked out the window. “Almost where?”

Alex didn’t answer right away. He just kept his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small, absent circles into your skin, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“I’ve got something to show you.” he said, almost shyly, but with that same underlying confidence that had been quietly building in him all night. His voice was low, gravelly, like he’d been holding back this secret for hours and now couldn’t contain it anymore.

The tires crunched softly on gravel, and you sat up straighter, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Tall trees framed the narrow road, their branches swaying in the light breeze, and beyond them, a small house came into view. It wasn’t much. Just a modest cottage with ivy climbing up the sides and a garden that looked wild and untamed. But it was beautiful in its simplicity. The kind of place you’d only ever seen in photos or passing daydreams.

“Alex…” you began, glancing over at him with confusion. “Where are we?”

“Well…” He turned off the engine and shifted in his seat to face you, his smile turning a little bashful now. “I, uh…I got us this place for a bit.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, as though he was suddenly nervous about your reaction. “For us to spend some time together. Away from everything.”

You stared at him for a moment, still trying to process what he was saying. “You…got us a house?”

His laugh was soft, the sound low and warm in the quiet car. “Not bought it, love. I’m not that mad yet.” He grinned, his cheeks flushing slightly as he shook his head. “Booked. Rented. For two weeks.”

You blinked, glancing from him to the house and back again. “Two weeks?”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to where your hands were still intertwined, his thumb tracing the lines of your fingers. “Yeah. I figured…you know, after everything, we could use some time. Just us.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was quieter, like he was uncertain. “If you can stand being alone with me for that long.”

His words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you could see the vulnerability in him. Despite everything, despite being married now, there was a part of him that still thought you’d turn away, that two weeks alone with him might somehow be too much.

You didn’t hesitate. Leaning in closer, you rested your hand on his arm, squeezing gently as you smiled. “Two weeks? Just you and me?”

He nodded, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, searching your face for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. “Yeah. Just us.”

The affection swelling in your chest was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but reach up, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a kiss. It was soft at first, but the intensity grew as you poured everything you felt into it. The gratitude, the love, the quiet joy of knowing this was your future now.

When you pulled back, his eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a shaky laugh. “I take it you don’t mind, then?”

You grinned, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. “Alex, I love it. I love you.”

He laughed, a sound full of relief. “Good.” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

For a moment, the two of you just sat there in the soft darkness, your breathing in sync, your hands still entwined. The night stretched out before you, full of endless possibilities, and for the first time in a long while, you felt like time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except him, and the way his hand still rested gently on your thigh.

Eventually, he pulled back, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw before he nodded toward the house. “Come on then.” he said, his voice lighter now, playful. “Let me show you what I’ve got planned for us.”

You smiled, nodding as you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out into the cool night air, your hand still firmly in his.

Before you had a chance to move, you felt his arms wrap around you, his hands settling under your legs and back as he lifted you up into his arms with surprising ease. “Alex!” you laughed, your arms instinctively looping around his neck. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, a low, happy sound that rumbled against your cheek as you pressed your face into his neck, still laughing.

The gravel crunched softly beneath his shoes as he carried you up the short path, his arms wrapped securely around you. You held onto him, one arm hooked lazily around his neck, your body pressed close to his chest, his warmth enveloping you in a way that made everything else fade into the background. The world outside seemed to slow down, the quiet hum of crickets in the distance blending into the rhythm of his steady breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath you.

When you reached the door, Alex shifted slightly, balancing you as he pulled out the keys from his pocket. The familiar jingle of the metal made you smile. It was so him, the way he never quite rushed through anything, taking his time even now, holding you effortlessly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He fumbled for a second, the keys slipping between his fingers, and you giggled softly against his neck.

“Easy there.” you teased, your breath warm against his skin as he finally managed to unlock the door.

He pushed it open with his foot, pausing just inside the threshold with a playful glint in his eye. You could feel the shift in his energy, the way his grip on you tightened just slightly as he grinned down at you. Before you could step out of his arms, thinking he was about to set you down, he pulled you up higher against him, his arms firm around your waist and legs, and stepped forward into the house.

“Alex!” you laughed, surprised by the sudden movement. Your arms tightened around his neck instinctively, holding on as you laughed into his shoulder. He was stronger than he looked, carrying you effortlessly across the entryway, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The house was quiet, the only sound the slight creak of the floorboards beneath his feet and the echo of your laughter in the empty space.

He chuckled too, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and made you press your face closer to his neck. “You’re not too tired, are you?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing as he carried you farther into the house, his breath warm against your ear.

You lifted your head slightly, meeting his gaze with a smile that was half-teasing, half-exhausted from the day. “No.” you murmured, your hand brushing gently against his jaw. “Not too tired.”

His smile widened, and there was something in his eyes. An intensity, a quiet hunger, that made your heart skip a beat. “Perfect.” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. His gaze never left yours, even as he walked farther into the house, carrying you as if you weighed nothing at all. “Because I wanna make love to my wife.”

The words, so simple yet so…ugh, sent a flutter of warmth through your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile as you rested your hand on the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the strands of his hair. His sincerity was overwhelming, the way he looked at you with such open affection, like he still couldn’t believe you were his.

“You’re so cheesy.” you teased, biting your lip to hide your grin as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

His laugh was warm, his grip tightening around you slightly as he pulled you closer. “Yeah, well…” he muttered, his voice soft with amusement as he carried you past the small living room, into what you assumed was the bedroom. “I just wanna follow tradition, you know?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound filling the quiet house as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I think we’re past that.” you said, your voice full of affection as you pressed another kiss to the side of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

He sighed softly, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he glanced down at you. “Maybe.” he admitted, his fingers brushing gently against your leg as he adjusted his grip on you. “But I don’t care. I wanna do it right.”

There was something so earnest about the way he said it, like he was determined to make this night perfect in every possible way. His desire to do everything “right” was so endearing, so quintessentially Alex, that it made your heart swell. But you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little more.

“You sound so old sometimes.” you murmured, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you spoke, your voice light with amusement.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing playfully as he grinned at you, his expression shifting from sweet to something else in an instant. “Oh, I’m old now, huh?” His voice dropped lower, more teasing as he leaned in closer, his lips just brushing the edge of your jaw. “Too much of a prude for you?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. “Maybe a little.” you teased, your hand sliding up to rest at the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair.

His grin widened, the playful glint in his eye turning darker as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Okay then.” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower, sending a shiver down your spine. “How about this: I wanna fuck my wife all night long.”

The bluntness of his words took you by surprise, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter again, the sound bubbling out of you before you could stop it. “Alex-” you started, your cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and amusement as he grinned at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

He didn’t let you finish. “How’s that sound?” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

Your fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt as your breath hitched, the sudden shift in the mood sending heat coursing through you. You leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, your smile softening as you felt the familiar warmth of desire settling between you. “That sounds…” You paused, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath your fingertips. “Perfect.” you whispered, your voice low as your lips brushed against his.

His grip on you tightened as he carried you the last few steps toward the bed, his breath catching slightly as he looked at you.

Gently, he set you down on the bed, his hands lingering on your waist for just a moment longer before he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, and for a moment, neither of you moved, the intensity of the moment sinking in. This was your life now. This was real.

“I love you.” he whispered, as his hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.

“I love you too.” you whispered back, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

You lay there, still catching your breath from the laughter, watching him as he hovered over you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile, your fingers brushing it back from his face. His eyes softened at your touch, and for a second, everything slowed down again. You could see how much he loved you, how much he wanted this to be perfect for you.

“So…” you began, your voice light and playful as you raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across your lips. “You’re gonna last all night, yeah?”

Alex’s lips twitched into a smirk as he looked down at you, the teasing glint in your eyes clearly not lost on him. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he brushed his lips just below your ear. “Oh, is that a challenge?” he murmured, his voice low, his lips ghosting against your skin.

You chuckled softly, your fingers tracing along the back of his neck as you tilted your head slightly, giving him better access to your skin. “Maybe.” you whispered, feeling a shiver run through you as his lips grazed your jawline.

He smiled against your skin, a low hum escaping his throat as he began pressing slow kisses down the line of your jaw, then lower, to the curve of your neck. “I’ll try my best.” he murmured, his voice rough with heat as he nuzzled the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

The feel of his lips on your skin made your breath catch, your body instinctively arching toward him. His kisses were slow, lingering. He was taking in every second, every inch of you. He wasn’t in any rush. He wanted to take his time, to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he continued kissing his way down your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as the sensation of his lips, soft and warm, sent sparks through you. “You better.” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you felt him smile against your collarbone.

His lips moved lower still, grazing your shoulder now as his hands slid up your sides, his touch firm yet gentle.

“Think I’m doing alright so far?” he asked, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze as you bit your lip, trying to suppress the smile threatening to spread across your face. “Not bad.” you teased, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “But I thought you said all night.”

He laughed softly as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers trailing lightly down your arm. “I’m just getting started.” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin once more before he moved back up, his gaze locking with yours.

There was something almost intoxicating about the way he looked at you then, like he was memorising every detail of this moment, every detail of you.

You leaned up slightly, your hand resting against his cheek as you smiled softly at him. “No pressure, professor.” you teased, your thumb brushing over his chin, feeling the little hairs growing in.

He chuckled again, his smile widening as he kissed the inside of your wrist, his lips lingering there for just a moment. “Professor, huh?” he murmured against your skin. “You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“Well…” you grinned, biting your lip as you traced your fingers over his chest. “Now that we’re married, maybe I can get away with it.”

His eyes darkened at that, his breath hitching slightly as his hand came up to cup your cheek. “You can get away with anything.” he whispered.

Then, without another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft and slow at first, but quickly deepened, filled with all the love and intensity that had been building between you for so long. His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer to him as the kiss grew more urgent.

The rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, hidden place he had brought you to. The weight of the day, of everything that had come before this moment, slipped away, leaving nothing but the two of you, your hands tangled in his hair, his lips moving against yours, his heart beating in time with your own.

As Alex flipped you over and shuffled back on the bed, his heart pounded in his chest. He could feel every beat of it, a rapid, urgent rhythm that had been building all night, building for months if he was being honest with himself. The way you looked at him, the way your smile lit up your entire face. It made his breath catch. He wanted you so badly it was dizzying, but there was something else there too. Love, yes, but an almost desperate need to please you. To make this perfect.

When his back hit the headboard with a loud thud, a grunt escaped him. The sharp pain cut through the fog of desire for a second, but then your hand pressed against the bulge in his suit pants, and the sharp sting of the impact was forgotten. Replaced by pleasure, so intense it sent a shudder down his spine. He let out a groan, deep and guttural, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered shut.

You had always known exactly what to do to him, how to unravel him. The smallest touch of your hand, the gentlest pressure from your palm, and it was like his entire body was on fire. He wasn’t in control anymore, and for once, he didn’t want to be. Not with you.

“Mhmm…” he murmured, the sound half a groan, half a plea. His voice was raspy as he looked up at you, eyes dark with lust and something deeper, something softer. He was drunk on the sight of you, hovering over him, flushed from his touch. “Sit on my face…please.”

He hadn’t meant for it to come out so needy, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted you close, closer than you already were, wanted to taste you, to feel your thighs trembling around his head. His hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh there as he urged you higher up his body. His mind was a haze, every rational thought drowned out by the overwhelming need to make you feel good.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned forward, teasing him with your words. “Your wish is my command.” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin before you kissed him softly.

That kiss, it was a brief moment of tenderness in the midst of all the heat, and it made his chest tighten. You had this way of grounding him, even when he was lost in you.

But that tender moment passed, replaced by something far more primal. As you climbed over him, his hands moved to the hem of your dress, fingers tugging impatiently at the lacy fabric. The dress was clinging to you, refusing to move, and his frustration grew with every failed attempt to push it higher. He could feel the heat of your skin beneath the fabric, the softness of your thighs under his palms, and it was driving him insane.

“Take it off.” he muttered, his voice rough and filled with urgency. His fingers traced slow circles on your thighs as he waited, his gaze never leaving yours. “Please, just…take it off.”

When you finally pulled the dress over your head, discarding it on the floor, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes raked over your body, drinking in the sight of your bare skin illuminated by the soft glow of the room. His hands, which had been idle for only a moment, were suddenly everywhere. Gliding over your thighs, your hips, as if he couldn’t touch you enough.

“Wow…” he whispered, almost reverently, his hands moving up to your waist, tracing the curve of your body with gentle strokes. There was no hesitation in the way he touched you, no restraint, just the pure need to feel every inch of you. To memorise, again, the way your body felt in his hands.

Bare thighs, no stockings, nothing. The absence of the garter you’d worn earlier was not lost on him, and the memory flashed through his mind. How he had insisted on taking it off with his teeth during the party, much to the amusement of everyone around. It had been such a ridiculous, cheeky move, but he couldn’t resist. He never could when it came to you.

“I think I’m gonna have a heart attack.” he said, half-joking, though the sight of you, sitting above him, left his chest tight, heart hammering.

“Shut up.” you replied, and he smiled at the sound of your voice. His world narrowed to just you.

He groaned, fingers tightening on your hips. “Let me eat your pussy, I’ll shut up.”

It was desperate, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them. He needed to taste you, to feel you lose yourself above him. His hands moved up again, pushing at the lace of your panties, toying with the fabric but not daring to move any further without your permission. He waited, eyes locked on yours, anticipation tightening in his chest.

“You’re gonna make me beg? I can beg.” he added, his voice dropping to a low rumble, the teasing edge in his words undeniable.

You bit your lip, grinning as you pulled at the front of your lace panties, stretching the material across his face. The delicate fabric pressed against his lips, trapping his nose. The sensation only made him more desperate, his breath coming out hot and shallow as he felt the lace press against his mouth. He huffed against it, the pressure from his exhale making the fabric flutter against your skin.

But it wasn’t enough. He was starving for you, the heat between you driving him to the brink. Without thinking, he caught the lace between his teeth, tugging at it gently, his breath quickening. He could feel you hovering just above him, the warmth of your core so close, and yet still out of reach.

“Hey!” you gasped when he tugged harder, the fabric straining in his grip.

But he had reached his limit. With a growl of impatience, he gripped your hips and pulled you down, pressing your core against his waiting mouth. The lace was still between you, but that didn’t stop him. His lips parted immediately, tongue sliding out to lick a long stroke along your slit through the soaked fabric.

The taste of you, even filtered through the thin barrier of lace, sent a rush of heat straight through him. He groaned into you, the sound vibrating against your core, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place.

The sensation made you shudder, your thighs trembling slightly as you struggled to hold yourself up. His mouth worked against you with a desperate hunger, each flick of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He could feel you reacting to him, your soft moans spurring him on as he licked and sucked through the fabric, his own body tightening.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. His hands slid up to your hips again, fingers hooking around the sides of your soaked panties. He tugged them down and you helped him get them off, discarding them somewhere on the bed. His breath hitched as he looked up at you, seeing you bare above him.

“Finally.” he muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice hoarse with need.

And then he was on you again, his mouth latching onto your core, tongue flicking against your clit with an intensity that made your whole body tense. The taste of you, the warmth of your skin, it overwhelmed his senses, every touch of his tongue sending pleasure through both of you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth worked against you, slow at first, but quickly growing more frantic. He wanted to make you come undone, to feel you fall apart above him.

The sound of your voice, ragged and breathless as you whispered his name, sent a shiver of pure desire through him. He could feel you tightening around him, your thighs trembling, your body arching into his touch. And that was all the encouragement he needed. With one final, deliberate flick of his tongue, he felt you shatter above him.

As you sat back from his face, breathless and trembling, his hands stayed on your thighs, stroking them gently. His lips were swollen, glistening with you, and his cheeks flushed. His chest heaved as he stared up at you with a dazed, satisfied grin, like he could spend the rest of his life between your legs and never grow tired of it. But now, as your hands drifted lower, brushing over his hips and finding the button of his pants, he knew what was coming next.

His breathing hitched when your fingers popped open the button, moving lower to his zipper. “My turn?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed the casualness of his tone.

His grin faltered, his breathing uneven as he watched your hands move closer to his painfully hard cock, still trapped beneath the fabric of his underwear. He groaned softly, his hips lifting just slightly as your fingers brushed over the bulge, teasing him through the thin material. You didn’t answer with words, only a smirk, your hands still working to undo his pants, slowly pulling them down, but just as you were about to tug them fully off, he stopped you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, and for a moment, you looked at him, confused. He fumbled with the pocket of his suit trousers, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Wait.” he muttered. He reached down, his other hand fumbling with the waistband of his briefs, and you raised an eyebrow, watching him curiously.

“Wait for what?” you asked, your breath catching slightly as his hand slid into his pocket again.

A grin tugged at his lips as he pulled something out. He held it up, wiggling it in the air between you.

The garter.

He was holding it up in front of your face like a prize, the delicate lace dangling from his fingers.

You couldn't help but giggle. “You kept it?”

“Of course I did.” he murmured, shuffling on the bed.

His trousers were still clinging to his thighs as he manoeuvred awkwardly, trying to balance on his knees while lifting his hips. You couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the soft light casting shadows over his body. His bulge was straining so hard against his underwear now that the fabric was nearly bursting, the outline of him pressed tight and clear through the material.

But Alex wasn’t focused on that. He had his own plans. He wiggled one leg free from his trousers and, with a playful gleam in his eye, slid the garter onto his calf, moving it slowly up his thigh. He shifted back on the bed, positioning himself in front of you, one leg propped up like he was showing it off. It was an absurd sight. This man, sitting on your shared honeymoon bed with a lacy garter clinging to his thigh. His eyes gleamed, that boyish charm mixing with the underlying heat in his gaze. His lips curved into a lopsided smirk as he propped himself up on his elbows, the muscle in his jaw tightening when you slowly leaned in closer.

You blinked, then laughed. “Again?”

Alex’s grin only widened. “You didn’t think I’d give it up that easily, did you?” He shuffled on the bed, kicking off his pants the rest of the way, his body shifting beneath you as he lifted one leg.

He caught your gaze, eyebrow raised, waiting. “Well?” he said. “Take it off. Come on.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “You really want me to?”

“Oh, absolutely. Come on…show me how it’s done.”

You laughed again, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all, but the heat in your chest flared again at the sight of him. So hard and ready for you, his cock straining against his briefs, and now this.

Your hands moved slowly, tracing the muscles in his thigh as you leaned forward. His breath hitched, and his body tensed beneath your touch. You slid your fingers beneath the delicate lace of the garter, feeling the warmth of his skin and the taut strength of his muscles underneath.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his thigh as you spoke, voice soft and teasing, “And now you want me to take it off with my teeth?”

His grin widened. “Come on, love. Be a good wife.” He winked, his breath catching slightly when you brought your mouth closer to his skin. “You’ve got a good example now. You remember the party…”

“I remember.” you murmured, voice husky, your breath hot against his thigh. “But I think you enjoyed that a bit more than I did.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Enjoyed it? I loved it.” His gaze dropped to your lips as they hovered just above the lace, anticipation thick in the air. “Now, be a darling and return the favour, yeah?”

Your laughter was soft, and instead of responding, you tilted your head and brought your teeth to the delicate edge of the lace garter. Slowly, you bit down on the thin fabric, tugging it just slightly, enough to feel his muscles flex beneath your lips. You could hear him inhale sharply, his hands fisting the sheets as you began to drag the garter down his thigh, your teeth grazing his skin with every slow pull.

Alex let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the pillows as he closed his eyes. “Christ.” he muttered, voice strained with the effort of keeping himself composed. His hips shifted slightly, the fabric of his briefs growing tighter, more constricting as you continued your slow, deliberate descent.

You grinned around the lace, letting your teeth tug it a bit lower, your tongue brushing the skin of his thigh in a teasing, feather-light touch. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through his chest, and you felt his leg tremble slightly as you worked the garter lower and lower.

“You like this, don’t you?” you teased, your voice low and sultry as you finally pulled the garter free, letting it fall to the floor.

He grinned, breathless. “You have no idea.” His voice was rough, full of want, and his hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer. The teasing edge in his expression faded as he looked at you. He was done playing now.

Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down. The fabric slid off his legs and hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving him bare beneath you. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, flushed against the tight muscles of his abdomen. You bit your lip at the sight of him, already imagining the weight of him inside you, the heat pooling low in your belly making it harder to keep from squirming.

But he wasn’t nearly done. His hands found your back, unhooking your bra. He pushed the straps down your shoulders, his fingers brushing your skin as he tugged the material off, leaving you completely exposed to him.

The moment your bra hit the floor, his mouth was on you. He didn’t waste any time. His lips closed over one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple before sucking lightly, making you gasp and arch into him. His other hand kneaded your other breast, rough and tender all at once, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” he murmured, his words muffled against your skin as he kissed and sucked. His breath was hot against your chest. “How do you want me, my love?” His lips ghosted over the curve of your breast as he looked up at you.

Those eyes. Big, brown, and so full of love. There was an innocence to them even now, a puppy-like eagerness. He would do anything to make you happy. His gaze flicked up from your chest to meet yours, and for a moment, you were lost in them, in the absolute trust you saw in the way he looked at you. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed. He looked like the most beautiful mess, a contradiction of shy and brazen, desperate and patient.

You cupped his cheek with one hand, your thumb brushing along the sharp line of his jaw, smiling softly as his lips parted, his breath quickening at your touch. “I want you on top.” you whispered.

For a second, his gaze softened, the affection in his eyes deepening. “Yeah?” he asked, voice tender as his hand skimmed up your side, thumb tracing over your ribs.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He grinned. He was so utterly smitten with you that it made him dizzy. Without missing a beat, he moved. Alex flipped you over, his hands firm but gentle as he guided you onto your back. His body followed yours, settling over you, his weight pressing you down into the bed.

He hovered above you for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath him, completely bare, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. Soft, deep, and all for you.

“You look…” he trailed off, his breath hitching as his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing lightly. “I don't even have words, darling. You’re...fuck.”

You smiled up at him, a heat spreading through your chest at the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. “So cheesy.” you teased softly, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging gently to bring his face closer.

“Can’t help it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, “You’re perfect.”

And then, his mouth claimed yours. His hands roamed your body, worshipping every inch. Like this moment was his last. Like it was all that existed. He kissed you like you were air, like he needed you to breathe, and you kissed him back with equal fervour, your hands tracing the strong lines of his back, feeling every ripple of muscle as he shifted above you.

As the kiss deepened, his hips pressed against yours, his cock brushing against your wetness, and you both groaned at the contact. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze burning with raw need.

“Tell me what you want.” he whispered, his voice rough, but his eyes gentle as his hand slid between your bodies, his fingers brushing against your slick folds, teasing.

You could barely think, let alone speak, your body already arching into his touch, aching for him. “I want you.” you breathed, your voice shaky with desire. “I want all of you.”

His breath came out in a shaky exhale as your words washed over him. His other hand, which had been tangled in your hair, slowly moved down to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it in a grip that was firm but gentle still. He pressed just enough to make your pulse quicken beneath his touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

His gaze flicked back to yours. Leaning down, his mouth hovered near your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “Who do you belong to?”

You shivered at the sound of his voice, the weight of his body over yours adding to the dizzying sensation that spread through you. You could feel him, hard and ready, pressed against your wetness, his cock twitching as he waited for your response. But before you could even think about answering, Alex bit down gently on your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. A gasp escaped your lips, and he took advantage of it, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, each one deliberate, slow, possessive.

His tongue flicked out against your skin, tasting you, before he sucked lightly, his lips pulling at the tender flesh just above your collarbone, marking you, claiming you as his. His teeth grazed your skin, the slight sting only amplifying the heat building between your thighs.

“Answer me.” he murmured again, his voice a little rougher now, more demanding. His hand tightened slightly around your neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of the power he held over you in this moment. His thumb brushed over your jawline, coaxing you to speak, but you were so overwhelmed, so lost in the feel of him, that all you could do was moan softly in response.

He wasn’t having that. His lips left your neck for just a moment, his forehead pressing against yours as he stared down at you, pupils blown wide. “I need to hear you say it.” he whispered, his voice husky and low, vibrating through you in a way that made your toes curl. “Who do you belong to?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding as his eyes bore into yours. You felt completely undone beneath him, your body thrumming with the need to answer him, to give him what he wanted, but words still seemed so far away. His hand on your neck anchored you, the pressure sending little shocks of heat through your body, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, your hips grinding against his cock in a desperate attempt to feel more of him.

“I…” you managed to gasp, your voice shaky and breathless as his fingers slid lower, brushing against your wetness again. His name came out in a broken moan, “Alex…”

His lips twitched into a smirk as he leaned down to kiss you again, hard, swallowing your soft whimpers as his fingers moved against you. “That’s not an answer.” he growled against your lips, before moving back down to your neck, his mouth finding the spot he’d already marked and sucking harder this time, determined to leave a lasting reminder of his claim.

You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he drove you mad with his touch. Finally, you found your voice, shaky and breathless as you whispered, “Yours…I’m yours, Alex.”

A low, satisfied hum escaped him, and he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze again, his thumb brushing your lower lip as he grinned, all smug and lovestruck. His hand remained on your neck, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin as he studied your face, taking in every little reaction, every hitched breath, every tremor of your body beneath his.

Without another word, he shifted his hips, the head of his cock sliding through your folds, teasing you both with the promise of what was to come. You could feel him throbbing against you, desperate for release, but still holding back.

Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushed into you, the stretch making your head fall back against the pillow. You gasped at the sensation, your hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust deeper, his body sinking into yours, fitting perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle.

His mouth found your neck again, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your throat as he whispered against your skin, “You feel so good, love. So perfect.”

Your hands flew to his back, nails dragging along his skin as you arched into him, taking him deeper. Every inch of him filled you, the overwhelming sensation of being completely consumed by him making you feel dizzy with pleasure.

“God- so fucking good.” he groaned, his lips brushing your ear as he buried himself to the hilt, staying there for a moment, with the heat and tightness of your body wrapped around him. His arms shook as he held himself up, his mouth pressing hot kisses along your neck. “You’re everything.”

He didn’t move, just stayed buried inside you, his breath hot against your neck.

“I could stay like this forever.” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender as he kissed along your jawline, making his way back to your lips. “You’re so mine.”

Your fingers dug into his back, pulling him even closer, wanting more of him, needing him deeper. “Alex.” you whispered, breathless, your body arching into his, completely lost in the sensation of him inside you.

His pace picked up, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he began to thrust into you with a need that echoed your own. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up to meet his thrusts. You could feel him trembling above you, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against your chest.

“Look at me.” he rasped, his voice strained as his hips snapped against yours, his eyes locked on your face. “I need to see you.”

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze and you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the light stubble beneath your palms. “I’m here.” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but it was enough. “I’m yours.”

The words seemed to break something inside him. His pace faltered for a moment, his brow furrowing as if he was trying to hold himself back. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath coming in harsh pants. “I love you.” he murmured, the words spilling out of him as if they had been waiting on his tongue for too long already. As if he hadn’t said them just minutes before. It would never be enough. “God, I love you so much.”

You could feel his body trembling above you, the weight of his emotions finally catching up with the physical. His hips slowed slightly, each thrust becoming deeper and slower. His hands, which had been gripping your hips tightly, softened their hold, one hand sliding up your body to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

“I love you too.” you whispered, pulling him even closer, your lips brushing against his. “So much.”

Alex groaned into your mouth, his lips pressing more firmly against yours as his hips began to move faster again, the desperation building in him once more. The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin as he thrust into you with a renewed urgency.

“So good…” he breathed, his voice low and gravelly as his lips hovered just above yours, his hips snapping against yours. Frenzied. “I can’t- fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, tightening with every thrust, every whispered word from him. His fingers brushed against your throat again, and your head fell back, baring your neck to him. He took the opportunity to kiss and nip at your skin, leaving more marks, branding you as his own again and again.

“Al-” you whimpered, your hands sliding down his back, nails dragging lightly against his skin as you felt your body begin to unravel beneath him. “I’m so close.”

His hips stuttered slightly at your words, a low moan escaping him as his hand tightened on your waist. He pulled back just enough to look at you again. “I know- fuck-” he whispered, his voice rough and breathless. “I need to feel you…I need to feel you.”

His words were your undoing. The coil of tension snapped inside you, and a wave of pleasure crashed over you so suddenly and intensely that you cried out his name, your body arching off the bed as you came undone beneath him. Your hands gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as you shook.

Alex groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt you tighten around him. His grip on your waist was bruising now, his control slipping as he chased his own release. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he thrust into you one last time, his body shuddering as he came with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Your bodies were still tangled together, your breathing ragged as you both tried to come down from the high. Alex stayed buried inside you, his forehead pressed against your collarbone, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

After what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and full of love as he looked down at you. His hair was a mess, sticking to his damp forehead, and his cheeks were even more flushed than before. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“Okay?” he asked quietly, his voice gentle as his thumb traced the line of your jaw.

You smiled, nodding as you reached up to cup his face. “More than okay,” you whispered, “That was perfect.”

His smile widened, and he leaned down to kiss you softly, his lips lingering on yours for just a moment longer. “Yeah.” he murmured against your mouth. “I don’t think I could ever stop loving you like this.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers brushing through his hair. “I don’t think I’d want you to.”

Alex let out a long, shaky breath as he slowly rolled off you, his body collapsing next to yours on the bed. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, the remnants of his breathlessness lingering in the air between you. He reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, and without saying a word, he brought it up to his chest, pressing your palm firmly against his heart. You could feel it pounding beneath your fingertips, each beat powerful and steady.

For a while, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought. His thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of your hand, but his gaze remained fixed upward, caught somewhere between awe and disbelief and the lamp hanging from the ceiling.

“I never knew a love could be so intense.” he finally whispered, his voice soft, almost talking more to himself than to you. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, and then he blinked them open again, turning his head to look at you. “Like this.” he added, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, guiding it against the rhythm of his heart.

His vulnerability hung in the air. You were both suspended in the quiet aftermath of what had just happened. There was no need for words, but they came anyway, spilling from your lips in a soft murmur.

“It’s wonderful.” you whispered, your eyes locked on his, your own heart swelling with a warmth so intense it was hard to comprehend. You could barely find the right words for it, because how could you? How could anyone possibly describe the way your soul felt wrapped in his, in this moment, so close to the person you loved more than anything?

Alex’s gaze softened as he repeated your words, his voice quieter now, more reverent. “It’s wonderful...” His eyes never left yours as he spoke, the awe now palpable in his voice. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, like you had always been the only thing that mattered, and his hand pressed more firmly over yours, grounding himself more in that truth.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything else. The silence between you was peaceful, filled only with the quiet sounds of your breathing and the distant hum of the night outside the window. He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, his fingers still wrapped around yours. He didn’t want to let go. Ever.

Finally, Alex let out a soft chuckle, a small, breathless sound that made his lips twitch into a smile. “I don’t know how we ended up here.” he said, his voice thick as he shook his head. “But I’ve never felt more...alive.”

You turned onto your side, your fingers tracing that spot right in the middle of his chest, where it caved in just that slightest bit. “It’s everything, isn’t it?” you said, trying to put into words the flood of emotions swirling between you.

Alex met your gaze, his eyes shining with a depth of feeling that made your chest tighten. He nodded, his smile growing softer, more thoughtful. “Yeah…” he whispered, his hand still pressed to his heart. “It’s everything.”

a/n: he’s back. i think it’s decent enough. i’ve missed him and it turned very mushy gushy and sweet. title from “About You” by The 1975 because that song remind me of Al and the lyric about the train is perfect for Mr. Turner

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