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ski trip || ln4
â summary: annual ski trip with lando, max and p! ft. down bad bf lando
â pairing: lando norris x private!nonfamous!reader
â fc & warnings: none and suggestive and minor bad language- you are responsible for the content you consume
â requested: nope!
ïŸ. âż àšâ€ïžà§â âż . ïŸ
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ynuser: and thatâs a wrap on the 2024 season! congrats again to the mclaren team and my little gremlin boy đ§Ą
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landonorris: AWOOOGGAAAAA
ynuser: đđ€đ«¶đ»đđđ»đ«Łđ„č
oscarpiastri: i was so scared he was going to drop it
ynuser: you and me both osco
muppet4: AWOOGA THATS MY GIRL
ynuser: not the priv too đ
muppet4: had to make sure you knew i thought you looked hot
carlossainz55: simp đ«”đ»
ynuser: thatâs him your honor
maxfewtrell: did you swipe me one of those ornaments
ynuser: yes multiple dw
lilyzneimer: prettiest girl at the party
ynuser: no baby that was you
oscarpiastri: đ«Ł
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landonorris: thanks for not posting the strip poker pic đ«Ł
ynuser: HA i didnât but i wouldnât put it past max
maxfewtrell: letâs gooooooo
yourbff: yeeeeee iâm so excited for you
ynuser: eeek me toooooo
pietra.pilao: huge agree đ€â·ïž
ynuser: missed you sm bestie
carlossainz55: where was my invite amiga?
ynuser: mi amigo it was sent but someone said they were busy đ
lilyzneimer: wish we were there with you!!! next time đ€
ynuser: next time pleaseee!! i know i just saw you at the holiday party but my god i already miss you
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maxfewtrell: what about me???
pietra.pilao: what about you?
maxfewtrell: đ
ynuser: my girl đ«¶đ»đ„čđđ
pietra.pilao: i love you long time
pietra.pilao: can you just move to london with max and i
ynuser: i love you more đ€ ill work on getting lan to move to london asap đ
user2: serving so hard it criminal
landonorris: NO!!! thatâs the love of MY life!!!!!
pietra.pilao: get in line
landonorris: god dammit i knew i should never have introduced you two
pietra.pilao: bc she likes me more?
landonorris: yes đ
user1: omg mothers are mothering
yourbff: god iâm so in love with you both
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elmatador55: this angle makes you look tall
muppet4: thanks mate! i grew a few inches đââïž
maxfewtrell: canât believe you made me take this to only post it on the priv ?!
ynuser: i wish we could stay like this in our little snow bubble forever
muppet4: same darling. id love to be able to spend every single second of all my time with you but it makes the time we do have that much sweeter đ€
ynuser: very true sweet boy
muppet4: plusssss youâre coming to more races next season so it wont be as bad i promise
ynuser: starting my full time wag duties đ«Ą
oscinha: keepin it pg i see
muppet4: always
m4xlol: my eyes đ
muppet4: close em đ
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iamrebeccad: as you SHOULD!
user4: any day that we get y/n crumbs is a good day
ynuser: thanks for the bag baby đ
landonorris: anything for my world đ
ynuser: i love you đ€
landonorris: god say it again
ynuser: i love you forever
landonorris: mm yeah you do
landonorris: i love you too â€ïž
maxverstappen1: she deserves it đ©
landonorris: you right đ
user18: lando can you fight?
yourbff: this is the richest and bougiest thing iâve ever seen
landonorris: lv in snow is next level
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ynuser: how lucky i am to live this life with you đ€
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yourbff: cutie patootie
ynuser: đ„čđ€
carmenmundt: the perfect couple
ynuser: says you and georgie
landonorris: man donât make me cry
ynuser: ur a cute crier
landonorris: itâs just bc i love you sm
maxverstappen1: heâs the lucky one y/n/n
muppet4: unbelievably lucky mate
maxverstappen1: đđ»
pietra.pilao: snow angel đ«¶đ»
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landonorris: would give anything for break to never end
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maxfewtrell: heard the real estate prices are cheaper here than monaco
pietra.pilao: no itâs better in london pls
ynuser: yes lando london is quite nice this time of year i hear
landonorris: yeah no itâs not y/n
maxfewtrell: itâs actually horrible this time of year
user12: god you two are perfect
user23: Y/N CRUMBS YEEEEEE
ynuser: you and that puppy makes me want a puppy
landonorris: i can make that happen
ynuser: đđ«”đ»đ¶
mclarenf1: going to pretend we didnât see this! you gotta get back on track soon!
user24: y/n is literally so gorgeous how did he bag such a baddie
user19: if my man donât post me like this i donât want him
ïŸ. âż àšâ€ïžà§â âż . ïŸ
a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated đ«¶đ»
ïŸ. âż àšâ€ïžà§â âż . ïŸ
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Twst Second Years reacting to someone else calling you 'honey' or 'sweetheart'
First years | Third years
A/N = WOOOHOOOO I'm actually continuing it, pls like share comment n subscribe y'all!1!!11!
Riddle Rosehearts
He stops mid-motion, his eyes narrowing sharply at the person.
âExcuse me? I believe youâve forgotten your manners.â he says as he crosses his arms, stepping in front of you like a shield.
His voice is firm but icy, âTheyâre not yours to address so casually.â
Heâll fume about it later, pacing and ranting to himself about the audacity. Like "THEY did not deserve to call you by THAT nickname, only I can,"
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie immediately tenses when the sound is processed, body unmoving, but hides it behind a grin.
âHoney? Thatâs cute, but I think youâve got the wrong person.â he tells the other person.
Casually drapes his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.
Might âaccidentallyâ use his connections to make sure that person doesnât get too comfortable around you.
Azul Ashengrotto
His smile falters for a fraction of a second before he regains his composure.
âHoney? Sweetheart? My, how bold of you to use such familiar terms.â
Steps in with a charming but slightly threatening demeanor.
âYou must be unaware that (Y/N) is under my care. Do let me know if I need to clarify further.â
Quietly seethes, thinking about ways to ensure the offender never oversteps again.
Jade Leech
He smiles at the offender, giving a polite and eerie smile, kind of giving the signal to run too.
âOh? How endearing. Though, I do believe thatâs our thing. Right (Y/N)?â
Steps closer to you, his hand resting lightly on your back.
Keeps his calm demeanor, but thereâs a promise of subtle revenge in his tone.
Floyd Leech
Immediately frowns, leaning in with an uncomfortably close stare.
âEh? Honey? Sweetheart? Thatâs MY nickname for Shrimpy!â
Wraps you up in a possessive hug, grumbling about how annoying the offender is.
Might or might not... escalate to something worse... maybe yelling or maybe chasing the person off if his mood sours.
HEY! At least it's safe to say that guy's probably not gonna ever try anything with you ever again. :)
Kalim Al-Asim
Looks surprised at first, but quickly recovers with a cheerful laugh.
âOh, (Y/N)âs the sweetest, arenât they? Iâm lucky to have them!â
He then takes your hand or links arms with you to show youâre his.
Feels a little twinge of jealousy but lets it slide because heâs confident in your bond.
Jamil Viper
Freezes for a split second before letting out a low chuckle.
âThey mustâve mistaken you for someone else.â he says in disbelief, after all why would someone else call you that?
Later, he'll position himself between you and the offender.
Makes a mental note to remember the personâs face in case they try again.
If they do try again, say bye bye.
Silver
His initial reaction is just to blink in surprise, but then he manages to remains calm.
âHoney? Iâm sure they didnât mean any harm. Maybe it was just an honest mistake.â
Gently shifts closer to you, his protective instincts kicking in.
Though polite, he gives the offender a piercing look, silently warning them to back off.
Later, he might overthink the situation and wonder if he shouldâve been more assertive.
A/N = Ngl i feel like some were ooc.... if some are please do tell i'll rewrite. FEEDBACK is appreciated btw!!!
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FLUFFMAS DAY 19: bsf!chris gets his license
Chrisâs best friend, just like all of us, loses it when she sees his new instagram photo
wc: 503
warnings: one suggestive comment
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a/n: honestly I still canât even begin to process his photo, im at a loss for words
dividers by the lovely @bernardsbendystraws
Once I saw that Chris was almost to my apartment I went outside my building to wait for him so I could see him drive up. His instagram post flipped a switch in me, I had always known Chris was attractive, literally anyone with eyes could see that, but his license photo was a whole new level of attractive.
Chris and Iâs friendship has always been teasing and flirty and as I stood there waiting for him all I wanted to know was if it was real, if he had ever meant anything he said.
When I saw Mattâs car pull up my heart sank but my smile grew seeing him behind the wheel. I was filled with pride as I saw his smiling face, I knew he was proud of himself and I was too.
âI canât believe your ass!â I laughed as he honked at me before hopping out of the car, swinging the key ring around his fingers. âSo I take it, you're surprised?â He asked. âTo say the least assholeâ I smiled as I hit him, âOwâ He laughed, rubbing his shoulder.
âI justâ I sighed before wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him to me, âIâm so proud of you Chrisâ. âYeah?â I could hear his smile as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, resting his head on mine.
âAbsolutelyâ I reassured him as I pulled away, my hands resting on either side of his jaw. âThat means a lot.â he smiled at me, âIâm always proud of you Chris, you know that, even if I had to drive you around forever Iâd still be proud of you.â I promised. âI know, itâs just nice to hear it sometimes.â He admitted shyly, âWell then Iâll make sure you hear it all the time.â
It hit us both at the same time of what an intimate position we were in but neither of us moved. âY/N-â Chris started, âIs any of it real?â I asked, cutting him off. âIs what real?â he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
âThe flirting, the teasing, the compliments, is any of it real?â I clarified, running my thumb over his cheek. âEvery wordâ he said simply.
Without another word I pulled his face towards mine, our lips meeting in the middle. His arms pulled me tighter against him as my hands instinctively went to his hair. I savored every second of his lips pressing against mine, only pulling away when we desperately needed air.
âI gotta admit, when I was driving over here this is not what I was expecting.â he laughed quietly, his forehead resting against mine. âItâs that damn photo, like I donât understand how you can be so hotâ I shook my head.
âIs that so?â he teased as he dipped his head down to his me again, âmhmâ I breathed out against his lips. âYou gonna take me for a ride or what pretty boy?â I teased, âI think I can make that happen baby.â
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stickwitu đŠč LN4
PAIRING: lando norris x female!asian!reader
SUMMARY: despite coming from a very wealthy and deeply-rooted traditional backgroundâwhere family always comes first, your relationship with lando is fully embraced by most of your family, though the very complex dynamics of old-money family expectations often creates tension, causing lando to rethink everything.
REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.
WARNINGS: no use of y/n, reader is asian, foul language, minor mention of violence (punching), traditional family, google translated chinese, crazy rich asian inspired + plot, heiress reader, named character (except reader, names are mostly taken from CRA), asian culture & tradition, social status, high society, brief mentions of verbal abuse, anxiety, overthinking, and minor typographical errors.
WORD COUNT: 20.4k
AUTHORâS NOTE: okay, before anything else, i wanted to say first and foremost that iâm asian (southeast girlie), so iâm not asian baiting đ„č and i have many chinese friends to the point iâm familiar with their culture and tradition, but mostly the reference is from and follows the plot line of crazy rich asiansâwhich is my fav book trilogy, but i also did insert my own preference and did my research so that i can properly write this fic better. this is a long fic, bc i added as much details as i could and this is not even finished yet, i still have 2-3 parts in my draft, but somehow iâm satisfied with the end, but let me know if you want me to continue this one. your comment/reblogs is very highly appreciated. okay, thatâs enough yapping for me, i hope youâll enjoy reading this!
You had just touched down in Dubai, the December heat had brushed against your skin as you stepped outside the terminal. It had been a hectic weekâfirst, spending time in Sweden with your family, soaking in the peacefulness of the snowy countryside, and now, diving headfirst into the chaos of Abu Dhabi for the final race of the 2024 season.
Honestly, there wasnât much time to catch your breath. The car was already waiting for you to drive you to the circuit, while your bags will be brought to the hotel. You had reserved a separate room just in case, but knowing Lando, you both can sort out the details later when you return for the evening.
The drive to Yas Marina Circuit was uneventful, the familiar mix of nerves and excitement bubbling in your chest. Lando had texted you earlier, letting you know he was already in the McLaren garage preparing for the qualifying session. He knew your schedule had been tight and didnât mind that you were running late, as long as you made it in time. Lando also mentioned you would be watching the session with his familyâCisca, Adam, and his youngest sister Cisca, who shared her motherâs name.
Once you arrived at the paddock, you pulled out the lanyard holding your pass, the one Lando had sent ahead before your trip to Sweden. It had been very thoughtful of him to arrange everything in advance, ensuring your arrival would be seamless. As you walked through the entrance, you felt the familiar surge of attentionâcameras flashing, fans calling out for you. Despite having attended very few races this season, you still werenât used to the buzz surrounding the wags.
Fans of Lando waved enthusiastically as you made your way through the paddock, and you waved back shyly with a polite smile. A few asked for photos, and you happily obliged, pausing briefly for snapshots with those who looked the most excited. Some handed you small gifts like friendship bracelets, bucket hats, and a few letters addressed to Lando.
âWe made these for him! Can you please give them to him?â one of the fans asked eagerly.
âIâll make sure that he gets them.â you promised, and carefully tucking the items in one of the tote bags, then the fans thanked you profusely.
As you continued your way toward the McLaren garage, you spotted a familiar figureâKym Illman, camera in hand. Kym had always been kind to you, and the two of you had exchanged pleasantries during the previous races. He raised his camera and motioned towards you with a questioning look, silently asking for permission to take a photo of you. Unsure of how to pose, you gave a small, slightly awkward smile. At that moment, a gentle breeze swept through the paddock, catching your hair perfectly. Kym lowered the camera and grinned, giving you a thumbs-up.
âIt is a very beautiful shot.â he said as you passed by.
âThank you.â you replied with a laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
The McLaren garage wasnât far now. The hum of engines, faint smell of rubber, and buzz of team radios filled the air as you approached. You hoped to catch Lando before the qualifying session began.
When you arrived at the McLaren garage, the whole place was in full swingâmechanics fine tuning the car, and engineers analyzing the datas. Despite only attending a handful of races this season, the whole team knew exactly who you were. Smiles greeted you from all corners, with some of the team members even giving you a playful thumbs-up.
âLook whoâs here! Landoâs lucky charm.â one of the members teased, earning a chorus of lighthearted laughs from the surrounding crew.
You couldnât help but smile at the nickname that you had heard before. It seemed that your presence at races had coincided with Landoâs wins throughout the seasonâMiami, Netherlands, and Singapore. The whole McLaren team had adopted the idea that you brought him good fortune.
âIâm not sure about that,â you replied modestly and smiled, holding up the tote bag filled with letters and small gifts. âBut I do come bearing express mail for Lando.â
The team chuckled at your remark, their fondness for you were really evident. One of the mechanics had jokingly asked if Lando had hired you as his personal courier, but before you could respond, you saw Jon calling out to him.
Lando was standing a few feet away, deep in conversation with one of the mechanics. At the mention of your arrival, his head turned instantly, and his face lit up in recognition. He strode over quickly, his race suit tied casually at his waist and his fireproofs clinging to his frame. Landoâs smile was warm and genuine as he closed the gap between you.
âYou made it.â he said, tone laced with a mixture of relief and happiness.
âI did,â you replied, smiling back at him. âSorry for cutting it so close.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â Lando assured you, his voice soft. âYouâre here, and thatâs all that matters.â
âIs thatâŠ?â he added and squinted.
âYour fansâ stuff,â you confirmed with a grin. âLetters, drawings, maybe some snacks. They handed it over on my way here, and I promised that Iâll get them to you.â
Lando chuckled, the sound warm and relaxed. âOf course they did. Thanks for bringing it.â
âAnytime,â you smiled, and shifted the conversation. âWhereâs your family? I should head over to them before quali starts.â
âTheyâre just outside,â he said, nodding towards the outside. âTheyâre excited to see you again, especially C. Sheâs been asking about you since Zandvoort.â
Landoâs fondness for his younger sister was clear in his tone, and it always made you smile. Before you could respond, one of the staff approached Lando, telling him that it was time to start gearing up.
âHere, Iâll help you.â you said as you stepped closer to Lando.
You instinctively reached for the half of his race suit, helping him pull the fabric up to secure it over his shoulders. You made sure that every strap and seam was in place, your fingers moving with practiced precision. You double checked the straps on his HANS device, ensuring everything was in place.
âStrapped in and ready to go.â you said softly, fingers brushing his shoulder as you stepped back.
Lando didnât move away immediately. Instead, his hands found your waist, his touch was light but grounding. He leaned in slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a familiar warmth.
âKiss for luck?â he asked, tone a little bit playful but sincere.
You happily obliged, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, you added a second kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering just a moment longer.
âGood luck out there, my champ.â you whispered.
Landoâs arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.
âStay close, okay?â he murmured, his voice barely audible above the garage noise. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â you smiled as you caressed his back softly. âBe safe out there, okay?â
You gently tapped his back to let him know it was time to go. Lando straightened up, giving you one last lingering look before heading towards his car. Jon appeared at your side, ready to escort you to where his family was waiting.
âCome on,â Jon said with a smile. âLetâs get you settled.â He led the way and you followed.
As you followed Jon, the faint hum of conversation and the clinking of tools fading into the background, he glanced at you with a warm smile.
âItâs good to see you again,â Jon said, tons light and genuine. âItâs been a while, hasnât it?â
You nodded, returning his smile. âIt has. The last time was Singapore, I think?â
âThat sounds about right,â Jon agreed, then chuckled softly. âYou know, Landoâs been counting down the days since you told him youâd be here. He hasnât shut up about it.â
You couldnât help but laugh at what he said, a mix of amusement and affection spreading across your face. âHas he, now?â
âOh, absolutely,â Jon continued, a teasing glint evident in his eyes. âThe second he got that text from you, he was grinning like a kid on christmas morning. Every day after that, it was, âDo you think sheâs really coming? What if she missed my race?ââ
You smiled fondly. âI told him Iâd be here today, no matter what. I wouldnât miss this for anything.â
Jon nodded, his expression softening. âHe knows that. Lando just really missed you, I think the last few weeks have felt longer than usual for him.â
There was this warmth that you began to feel in your chest, and you glanced down for a moment, feeling a bit shy under Jonâs kind gaze.
âIâve missed him, too. Itâs been a very busy year for the both of us.â you sighed.
Jon nodded knowingly. âI can imagine. Between your work and everything with your family, it must feel like youâre always being pulled in a hundred different directions.â
You let out yet again another small sigh, pace slowing just slightly as you responded. âIt does get a bit overwhelming sometimes. My family always has something going on, and as the only daughter, wellâŠletâs just say there are certain expectations.â
To those people who truly know you, there is no denying that you were born into a world of luxury and expectations, where wealth was not merely a privilege but a legacy. To the public eye, you are known simply as Lando Norrisâ girlfriend, the quiet yet sophisticated partner of the Formula 1 star. A strikingly gorgeous young woman whose life seemed to orbit the vibrant universe of the McLaren driver. But to these people who moved in the shadows of high society, those who deeply understood the intricate web of power and legacy within Asiaâs upper echelons, knew better.
You were an heiress to two of the most prominent and affluent families in Southeast Asia. A woman born not merely into massive wealth, but into legacy, responsibility, and the unrelenting expectations of old money.
Your fatherâs family were the pinnacle of Singaporeâs old money elite. Their fortune, amassed over generations through banking, real estate, trade, and monopoly of palm oil, it had not only survived but flourished in the modern era. Your motherâs lineage, although equally stories and affluent, paled in comparison to the vast empire your fatherâs family presided over.
You were born the youngest and only daughter in a family dominated by male cousins and brothers, an anomaly in a lineage often associated with patriarchal values. This made you a darling in your grandmotherâs eyes, a singular beacon of grace and femininity in a sea of potential heirs. They adored you, lavishing you with attention and grooming you from a young age to carry the familyâs mantle with such poise.
Your life was a delicate balancing act. While your family taught you to embrace privilege, they instilled in you a deep understanding of responsibility. Money was not to be spent flippantly, power was not to be flaunted, and fame was to be avoided unless it served a greater purpose. Unlike some of your cousinsâwhose reckless behavior often flirted with scandal and making their privilege a playground, you were a model of decorum. Never appeared in any tabloid headlines, never indulged in public extravagance, and always carried yourself with the grace befitting a young woman of your stature.
He tilted his head sympathetically. âAnd you balance all of that on top of everything else? No wonder Landoâs so proud of you.â
Jonâs words had caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks warm slightly. âHe said that?â
âAll the time,â Jon replied, his smile never fading. âHe brags about you more than you probably realize. How hardworking you are, how you always seem to manage everything with such grace. Landoâs your biggest fan, you know.â
The sincerity in Jonâs voice brought a soft smile to your lips. âThat really means a lot.â
âWell, itâs true,â Jon said simply. Then, with a gentle nudge towards ahead, he added, âand speaking of people who adore you, Landoâs family is just up there. I know theyâve been really looking forward to seeing you too.â
You glanced toward the familiar faces waiting to see you again in the designated seating area, feeling a wave of warmth and comfort at the sight.
âThank you, Jon.â You said, tone sincere.
âAnytime,â he replied, stepping aside to let you continue forward. âEnjoy the qualifying, and donât stress out too much, heâll do great, especially with you here.â
You gave him a grateful nod before making your way towards Landoâs family. After the little talk you had with Jon, it made you feel a sense of calm as the conversation replayed in your mind.
As soon as you stepped into the designated seating area, CiscaâLandoâs youngest sister, spotted you and she smiled instantly. Her face broke into a wide smile, and before you could say a word, she was already rushing towards you, arms outstretched.
âYouâre here!â she exclaimed, wrapping her arms tightly around you. âIâve missed you so much!â
You laughed softly, hugging her back just as tight. âIâve missed you too, C! It feels like forever since Iâve seen you.â
She pulled back slightly, still holding onto your hands as her eyes sparkled with excitement. âIt has been forever! The last time was in the Netherlands, right? That was ages ago!â
âIt really was,â you agreed, nodding. âHow have you been? Howâs everything at uni?â
Her expression turned slightly more serious, though her enthusiasm didnât dissipate. âBusy, but good. Iâve been swamped with assignments, but itâs not too bad. Itâs so nice to take a break and be here for the weekend.â
You smiled. âIâm glad you could come, Iâve missed seeing you so much.â
Ciscaâs grin widened, and she squeezed your hands again. âItâs not the same without you here. Oh!â Her expression shifted slightly, as if she had just remembered something. âFlo couldnât make it, though. Sheâs stuck in the UK with work stuff. Sheâs really sad about missing this race.â
Your shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment. âOh no, thatâs a shame. I was looking forward to seeing her too.â
âShe said sheâll definitely call you, though!â Cisca assured you. âAnd she made me promise to give you a big hug from her, soââ she threw her arms around you again, squeezing dramatically.
You laughed, hugging her back. âWell, make sure to tell her I missed her too, okay?â
âWill do,â Cisca said brightly, looping her arm through yours. âCome on, Mum and Dad have been dying to see you.â
She guided you toward the rest of the family, where Adam and CiscaâLandoâs mother, were seated. The moment they saw you, their faces lit up with happiness, and they both stood up to greet you.
âFinally!â Cisca said, pulling you into a warm hug. âItâs been far too long, dear. How have you been?â
You smiled, returning her embrace. âIâve been good, just keeping busy as usual. Itâs so nice to see you again, though. Iâve missed you all.â
Adam was next, wrapping you in his own hug. âWeâve missed you too,â he said with genuine warmth. âItâs not often we get to catch up with you these days.â
âI know,â you said, pulling back to look at them. âItâs been way too long. How have you all been?â
âBusy as always,â Cisca replied, her tone light. âBut weâve been keeping up with Lando and with you, whenever he mentions you. Heâs been so excited for you to be here this weekend.â
You smiled shyly, feeling a familiar warmth in your chest. âIâve been looking forward to it, too. Itâs such a big weekend for him, and I wouldnât want to miss it for anything.â
âExactly what he said about you coming,â Adam added, his smile deepening. âYouâve always been his lucky charm, you know.â
Your cheeks warmed at Adamâs comment. Cisca then motioned for everyone to sit back down. âLetâs sit and catch up before things get underway.â
Settling into the seat they saved for you, and the conversation began flowing naturally as they asked how you had been, about your family, and how your trip to Abu Dhabi had been so far. Their genuine interest made you feel at home, easing any nervousness you had felt earlier.
The qualifying had soon started, you could hear the roar of the engines and the buzz of the crowd filled the air as the qualifying session began, and you could not ignore the nervous energy swirling inside you. You are sitting with Landoâs family, your hands clasped tightly in your lap as you watch the screens displaying the lap times. Every sector Lando completed brought a new wave of anticipation.
Adam leaned closer to you, his voice low but reassuring. âHeâs doing well, isnât he? Look at those times.â
You nodded, unable to take your eyes off the screen. âHe is, but itâs so close. Ferrariâs right there.â
Landoâs little sister gripped your arm excitedly. âDonât worry, heâs got this. Heâs been in such good form all weekend, he always does better when youâre here.â
You gave her a small smile, her confidence was comforting. âI hope so. This race means so much for McLaren, and for him.â
When Lando crossed the line with the fastest time in the final moments of Q3, the garage erupted in cheers. His name flashed at the top of the leaderboard, with Oscar right behind him in P2. A front-row lockout for McLaren for tomorrowâs main race. Relief and pride washed over you, and you let out a breath you didnât realize you had been holding.
âHe did it!â Cisca cheered, jumping out of her seat. She hugged you. âYou must be so proud of him.â
âI am.â You admitted softly, your voice filled with emotions.
Adam stood up, motioning for everyone to head down the barricades. âCome on, letâs go congratulate him.â
All of you made your way through the bustling paddock and found a spot at the side of the parc fermé, where Lando and Oscar had already parked their cars. Lando had just stepped out of his car, removing his helmet and running a hand through his damp curls. You could see the exhilaration on his face as he congratulated Oscar, the two exchanging words and pats on the back.
The media reporter quickly surrounded Lando for a post-qualifying interview. You waited patiently, your heart swelling with pride as you watched him speak confidently. His excitement was contagious, and you yourself couldn't stop smiling.
As soon as his interview wrapped up, his mother called out to him. âLando!â
The reporter gestured toward the barricade where you and his family stood. Landoâs eyes immediately found you, his face lighting up even more. Without any hesitation, he walked over.
âHi, Mum. Hi, Dad.â he greeted, pulling both of his parents into a hug. Adam clapped him on the back proudly.
âWell done, son!â Adam said. âThat was brilliant.â
âThanks dad.â Lando replied, grinning.â
Lando then turned towards his younger sister, who threw her arms around him. âPole position! Youâre amazing!â
He laughed, hugging her tightly. âThanks, Cis. I couldnât let you down, could I?â
Finally, his gaze landed on you. Landoâs smile softened, and stepped towards, wrapping his arms around you without a word. You felt his body relax against your as you hugged him back, fingers lightly brushing the back of his neck.
âCongratulations, my love.â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise around you.
Lando didnât reply immediately, he just held you tighter, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The embrace lingered, and you heard his younger sister and mother giggling beside you.
âYou two are so cute!â his younger sister teased.
Cisca was also quick to join. âStay just like that for a second.â
You heard a faint sound of a camera click and already knew that she had taken a photo. Lando finally pulled back, just enough to look at you, his hand resting on your waist.
âThanks for being here,â he said quietly, his eyes locked on yours. âIt means everything.â
You smiled, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. âOf course, I wouldnât miss it.â
Lando leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment. âIâll see you later, yeah?â
Before you could let out a response, a team member called for Lando, reminding him that he needed to go and receive the pole position award.
âGo,â you said softly, giving him an encouraging nod. âIâll be right here when you get back.â
He smiled and gave your waist a quick and gentle squeeze. Lando turned and jogged towards Oscar, where they walked together to receive their award, leaving you with his family, who were all grinning from ear to ear.
Later that evening, you all went out for dinner. The dinner with Landoâs family was warm and celebratory, one thatâs filled with laughter and easy conversation. After the plates were cleared and goodbyes exchanged, you and Lando made your way back to the hotel, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, guiding you towards the car.
The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, a comfortable silence that comes after a day full of emotions and celebration. Landoâs hand rested lightly on your knee, his thumb gently tracing small circles through the fabric of your skirt. He glanced at you, expression soft and content.
âYou okay?â he asked, voice low and warm.
You nodded, offering a small smile. âYeah, just tired. Itâs been a long day.â
Lando smiled back, squeezing your knee lightly. âIâm glad that you were here, though. Made everything all better.â
When you arrived at the hotel, the soft hum of classical music played in the background, and you approached the concierge desk to sort out your room. Lando stood beside you, both hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, watching as you spoke with the staff.
âHello, good evening,â you began politely, offering a small smile. âIâd like to make a change to my booking. Iâll be staying with him instead.â You gestured toward Lando, who gave the concierge a friendly nod.
The concierge returned your smile. âOf course, Miss. Let me pull up your reservation.â
As the staff worked, Lando leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing as he put an arm around your waist, pulling you gently towards him. âYou couldâve just stayed with me from the start, you know. No need for all this extra work.â
You turned to him with a small smirk. âI didnât want to assume, Mr. Norris. What if you wanted your own space to focus?â
Lando chuckled, his hand gently squeezed your waist. âYouâre my focus, you should already know that by now.â
The concierge handed you a confirmation slip, smiling as they spoke. âItâs all sorted, Miss. Weâve removed the extra booking, and your luggage will be sent up to the suite shortly. Is there anything else you need?â
âNo, thatâs perfect. Thank you so much.â You said.
His hand made its way to your lower back, as he began guiding you towards the elevators. âShall we?â
You both made your way up in the elevator, the quiet hum of the machinery filling up the silence. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened to your floor. Lando led the way to the suite, unlocking the door and holding it open for you. The room was spacious and luxurious, with a view of the glittering Dubai skyline. Your luggage was already neatly placed near the wardrobe.
Lando removed his shoes and tossed them off somewhere in the room, and turned to you. âHome for the night.â he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
You smiled, stepping further into the room. âNot bad for a last minute arrangement.â
âNothing but only the best for you.â he grinned. Lando wasted no time tossing himself onto the bed. âFinally. This bed feels like heaven.â
You set your bag gently on the table and slipped off your heels, wincing slightly as your feet adjusted. Lando peeked up from the pillow, watching you with a soft smile.
âCome here,â he said, stretching out his arms towards you, voice laced with exhaustion but still soft. âI need you.â
You chuckled at his eagerness, but the invitation was too tempting to resist. Padding over to the bed, you climbed gently beside him, and when you settled in, his arms wrapped securely around you, pulling you flush against him.
Lando buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers idly traced patterns along your waist. The weight of his embrace was grounding, and you both simply stayed there, enveloped in the quiet comfort of each otherâs presence.
For a moment, neither of you had said anything. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional sound of his breathing. It was a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos of his race weekend.
âSo,â he began, pressing little kisses on your shoulders. âHow was Sweden? Did you have fun?â
âI did, and it was wonderful. Dad was asking about you, actually.â you said.
âOh?â Landoâs tone lifted with interest. âWhat did he say?â
You smiled faintly. âHe wanted to know when youâd be joining us again because, and I quote, âI need someone under forty to keep me entertained on the golf course.ââ
Lando chuckled. âIâll need to work on my swing. Your dad takes it so seriously, and I canât embarrass myself again.â
You laughed, the memory of their last game played in your mind. âHe still talks about the time you hit the ball into the lake.â
âHey, that was a strategic move,â Lando teased, tightening his arms around you slightly. âBut itâs good to know that you had fun. What else did you do?â
You sighed, tone shifting slightly. âI got to see my nieces and nephews. Theyâve all grown so much, itâs crazy how time flies.â
Lando tilted his head, sensing the change in your voice. âBut?â
You hesitated, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. âItâs just, it felt different. Alexander wasnât there.â
He did not say anything, not interrupting and letting you speak your thoughts as he held you close.
âIt doesnât feel right, you know?â you admitted, your voice quieter now. âThe familyâs not complete without him. Itâs been years, but every time weâre all together, his absence is so obvious and I fucking hate it.â
Lando kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. âIâm sorry,â he softly said. âI know how much that hurts you.â
You nodded, eyes closing as you let yourself feel the comfort of his presence. âI just wish things could go back to how they were before. But I know thatâs impossible.â
âHeâs my brother, you know? No matter what happened with my Dad, heâs still family. It just feels so unfair, like he was cut out of all of our lives over something he couldnât control.â you continued. âI donât know, itâs just hard. Being with everyone in Sweden reminded me how much I miss him.â
Your fatherâs family were notorious for their obsession with discretion. Your father had made it abundantly clear that the family name was sacrosanct, a legacy to be protected no matter what cost. Scandalsâno matter how small, were intolerable, and your upbringing reflected this philosophy. Among your siblings, the family dynamic had always been a complex one, you and your three older brothers were raised with a rigid sense of propriety, each word, actions, and even the company you kept was scrutinized.
Your eldest brother, Harrison Jr., is a lawyer and married to Katherine Yeo, a member of the influential Yeo family, and a partner of Singaporeâs most prestigious law firm. Your second brother, Christopher, is a renowned doctor and married to Isabelle Lim, a member of the influential Lim family, a family that has big influence when it comes to the field of medicine.
Then thereâs Alexander. Alexander is your third brother, who had to bear the brunt of defying these expectations. His decision to marry a woman your father deemed a commoner or beneath your social status resulted in his disownment and disinheritanceâa decision that greatly affected the whole family. Yet, he remained close to you, valuing your bond over the rigid expectations of your father.
From the perspective of an outsider, your father is a paragon of dignity and control. But within the confines of your familyâs estates, your father is a strict and controlling patriarch, a man whose word is final. For him, every decisionâno matter how personal, is weighed against its potential impact on the familyâs image.
Relationships, in very particular, are heavily scrutinized. Your father despises out-of-wedlock unions and views any romantic involvement with someone beneath your familyâs status as a betrayal of tradition and status. His stance is not merely theoretical, it is absolute. This was most painfully evident when your father disowned and disinherited Alexander for marrying a woman he deemed unworthy of your family name.
For a moment, Lando didnât say anything, his hand still tracing comforting patterns on your waist. Then he spoke, voice steady. âYou love him, and thatâs what matters. Even if things arenât perfect, even if your family isnât whole, the love you have for him hasnât gone anywhere. Iâm sure he knows that.â
His words struck a chord, and you felt a lump forming in your throat. You nodded, not trusting your voice enough to speak.
Lando kissed the top of your head, his hand slipping up to gently cradle it. âYou're amazing, you know that? Your familyâs lucky to have you. Alexanderâs lucky to have you.â
You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in his warmth, the weight of the day and the conversation slowly fading as his presence calmed you down.
The steady rise and fall of Landoâs breathing filled the room, grounding you as you stayed wrapped in his arms. His warmth and the way he held you so close reminded you of just how much you missed thisâmissed him. It was moments like these that made the distance and the time apart feel unbearable.
You shifted slightly, looking up at him. His eyes were soft, a little tired from the long day, but they lit up the moment they met yours. He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
âWhatâs on your mind?â he asked, voice low and comforting.
You hesitated for a moment, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. âIâve been thinking,â you began, voice quiet but steady, âabout how much I hate being apart from you. It's just hard sometimes, you know?â
Landoâs expression softened even more, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. âI know,â he said quietly. âI hate it too. But we make it work, right? We always do.â
You nodded, taking a steadying breath before continuing. âWe do. But it doesnât have to be this way anymore.â
His brows furrowed slightly, curiosity and a hint of confusion flickering across his face. âWhat do you mean?â
You sat up a little, propping yourself on your elbows so you could look at him fully. âI was going to tell you earlier, but the day was so hectic, it completely slipped out of my mind,â you admitted, a small and nervous laugh escaping you. âBut after the season ends, Iâll be moving to Monaco. To be with you.â
For a moment, Lando just stared at you, his expression blank as if he were processing your words. Then, as the realization hit, his face broke into the brightest smile you had seen all day.
âWaitâare you serious?â he asked, sitting up slightly, his hand framing your face.
You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips as you saw the excitement in his eyes. âYes, Iâm serious. Iâve already made arrangements, and Iâll be moving after Christmas. I just wanted it to be a surprise.â
Lando did not waste another second. He pulled you into a deep, loving kiss, his lips warm and firm against yours. When he finally pulled back, his hands still cradling your face, and his grin was unstoppable.
âYouâre amazing,â he said, voice filled with genuine happiness. âI canât believe this. Youâre really moving to Monaco?â
âYes,â you confirmed, laughing softly at his excitement. âI want to be with you, Lan. No more long flights, no more months apart. Just us.â
He kissed you again, softer this time, as if he wanted to savor the moment. âThis is the best news Iâve had all year,â he murmured against your lips. âYou have no idea how happy youâve just made me.â
You couldnât help but smile, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. âI think I do,â you teased, resting your forehead against his.
Lando chuckled, his arms wrapping around you again as he pulled you back down onto the bed. âWeâre going to have the best time,â he said, excitement still bubbling over. âI canât wait to spend time with you everyday. Monacoâs going to feel like home for both of us.â
The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, wrapped up in each other and the excitement of what was to come. But as the exhaustion of the day began to creep in, you both decided it was time to call it a night.
âShower?â Lando asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he nudged you gently.
You nodded, stretching a little before getting up. âOnly if you promise not to pull some sneaky shit.â you warned, earning a laugh from him.
âNo promises.â Lando shot back with a grin, taking both of your hands as the two of you headed towards the bathroom.
The shower was quiet, the steam and warmth washing away the remnants of the day as you leaned against him, your bodies moving in sync. It was intimate and calmingâa small but meaningful reminder of what you had to look forward to in the months ahead.
When you finally climbed into bed, Lando pulled you close once more, arms wrapped securely around you. âI love you.â he whispered into the darkness, his voice heavy with sleep but filled with sincerity.
âI love you too.â you whispered back, closing your eyes.
As you drifted off, you couldnât help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace. Tomorrow might be hectic, but tonight, you were exactly where you needed to be.
The morning air was full with energy, and the McLaren garage was a hive of activityâtoday is the last race of the 2024 season. Engineers and mechanics moved with precision, finalizing last minute checks, while the hum of engines in the background added to the excitement. You had arrived earlier with Lando, his family, and LilyâOscarâs girlfriend. It felt good to be surrounded by familiar faces, especially Lily, whose presence brought a comforting sense of normalcy amidst the ongoing chaos.
You were a private person by nature, someone who valued the quiet and personal over the public and the performative. While the world of Formula 1 was filled with spectacle and exposure, you had always kept your life out of the spotlight, sharing only what was necessary and only with those closest to you.
This is partially the main reason why the majority of Landoâs fanbase found themselves really intrigued by you. Unlike many others in his orbit, you didnât have any public social media presence, and there were only rare glimpses of you, often in the background of celebratory posts or candid shots captured at races.
The only social media platform you used was instagram, and even that was private. On it, you only followed a select group of peopleâyour family, Landoâs family, close friends, and a small circle that included a few grid drivers and their girlfriends. Lando, of course, was at the center of it all. The account was not a place for you to broadcast your whole life, but instead, it was a way to stay connected with those who mattered, sharing snippets of your world through carefully chosen photos or stories.
Your appearances at races were rareâit wasnât for lack of interest or support but dictated by your own commitments and the overwhelming nature of the events themselves. The previous yearâ2023, had been especially demanding for you as you were in your final year at Parsons School of Design, pouring your energy into completing your degree. Between assignments, projects, and preparations for your graduation, attending races had been nearly impossible. That year, you had managed to make it to only a handful of events, but you knew Lando understood, he always does.
The 2024 season has been no different in terms of your limited attendance. Out of the twenty-four races, you had been present for just three: Miamiâwhere Lando had his first win of the season, the Netherlands, and Singapore. Those three races, however, had been unforgettable. Lando had won all of them, each one holding its own significance, but none more so than Singapore.
Landoâs victory in Singapore had been very deeply personal for you, not only that he won in your home country, but your family had also been there to witness his win, and seeing Lando celebrate with your family after crossing the finish line was a memory that you would always go back to.
While you were familiar with the paddock and the people in it, you never felt entirely at home there. It was vast and vibrant, but it could also be very overwhelming, even isolating. You were not someone who can easily mingle with large groups, and though you were polite and cordial with other people, you didnât forge many close connections.
However, there were exceptions, of course. Rebecca, Carlosâ girlfriend, had become a friend early on, her warm, approachable, and easygoing nature made her one of the few people you felt comfortable around. Carlos and Landoâs close friendship meant you saw Rebecca often, and over time, your bond grew.
Then there was Lily, Oscarâs girlfriend. Similarly, Lilyâs grounded and easygoing personality had drawn you in, especially with Lando and Oscar being teammates naturally brought you into her orbit. Much like Rebecca, Lily had a way of putting you at ease, and the two of them became your anchors whenever you were at a race, they were the one who ensured that you never felt out of place.
You really appreciated their presence more than you could ever express. Attending races, even with Lando by your side, often left you feeling out of place. It wasnât that anyone treated you poorly, it was simply that the environment was so different from what you were used to. The noise, attention, and the sheer scale of it allâit could be a lot for someone like you. Rebecca and Lily understood this, and they had a way of making you feel less alone in the crowd.
As the garage filled with the chatter of team members and the faint cheers from the grandstands outside, you found yourself growing quieter. Your nerves had taken over, as they always did on race days, but this time, it was more heightened. The stakes were higherâthis was McLarenâs chance to secure the Constructorsâ Championship, a feat they hadnât achieved in years. The weight of it pressed heavily on your chest, making it hard to focus on anything else.
Lily noticed your silence, her voice cutting through the noise as she leaned closer, whispering softly. âYou okay? Youâve been awfully quiet since we got here.â
You managed a small smile, glancing at her briefly. âJust nervous. For both of them.â you admitted, voice quieter than usual.
She nodded, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. âI get it. Itâs a big day for them, but theyâve got this, and hey, if anyoneâs a good luck charm, itâs definitely you.â she added with a wink, trying to lighten the mood.
Lilyâs words made you chuckle softly, but the nervous energy bubbling inside you remained. Your eyes drifted towards Lando, who was standing near his car, already suited up and listening intently to his engineers. Seeing him like that reminded you why you always believed in him, even on the toughest of days.
As the minutes ticked closer to the start of the race, you knew you had to wish him luck. With a deep breath, you stepped away from Lily and made your way to Lando, weaving through the controlled chaos of the garage. Lando noticed you immediately, his expression softening as you approached. He turned to face you fully, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âHey.â he said, voice low but warm.
âHey.â you replied, hands instinctively reaching for his. His gloves were already on, but you held them anyway, thumbs brushing against the fabric.
âI just wanted to say good luck again. I know how much this race means to you, to the entire team. But no matter what happens out there today, youâre always going to be my winner. My champion.â you said, voice steady despite the nerves swirling inside you.
Landoâs smile grew, and he took a small step closer, his gloved hands holding yours more firmly. âThank you. It means everything to me that youâre here.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. âIâll be right here waiting for you when itâs over. Always.â
His eyes softened further, and without hesitation, Lando leaned in, lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. It wasnât long, but it was enough to steady both of you, grounding you before the storm ahead.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours. âIâll see you after, yeah?â
You nodded again, reluctantly letting go of his hands as he stepped back. Just as he turned toward his car, Lando glanced over his shoulder, flashing you a small, reassuring smile before climbing into the cockpit. As he began to settle in, one of the staff members approached you, handing over a pair of orange McLaren headphones. You thanked them with a polite smile and made your way back to where Lily and Landoâs family were waiting.
Lily gave you a knowing look as you rejoined her. âFeeling a little better?â
âA little,â you admitted, slipping on the headphones. âIâll feel a lot better once this is over.â
She laughed softly, looping her arm through yours. âSame. But weâve just got to believe in them.â
You nodded, glancing toward the starting grid displayed on the monitors. The cars were lining up, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation. Landoâs car was on the front, with Oscar on his right.
The race began with a level of intensity that immediately set your nerves on edge. Fifty-eight laps stretched ahead, but from the very start, chaos seemed to unfold every turn. Lando, starting on pole, managed a clean getaway and led the race. However, everything behind him seemed to descend into pandemonium.
Your heart jumped when Max, attempting to take P2, tagged Oscarâs rear tire. The collision sent both cars spinning off course, eliciting gasps from the garage. Checo and Valtteri collided shortly after, forcing Checo to retire for the entirety of the race, and Charlesâagainst all odds, surged from P19 to P8. Ferrari clearly had their sights set on closing the 21 points gap in the Constructorsâ, and the pressure was immense.
The commentators were relentless. Max received a 10-second penalty for his collision with Oscar, and then Oscar himself had been handed a penalty of his own after making contact with Franco, which resulted in Francoâs retirement as well. Oscarâs chances of scoring major points were essentially over, and it became painfully clear that all the weight was now on Landoâs shoulders.
Your hands were clasped together tightly, your nerves refusing to settle. Every lap was a test of endurance and felt like an eternity. You could hear the engineers strategizing, discussing pit stops, tyre degradation, and maintaining the gap. A critical two-second pit stop gave Lando the edge he needed to remain ahead, but Carlos wasnât far behind. He was relentless, desperately closing the gap wherever he could.
Your mind flashed back to the Singapore Grand Prix. That had been a race to remember, where Lando had led from start to finish, dominating with a 20-second gap to Max. It had been a nerve wracking yet exhilarating experience, but today was different. The margin was razor-thin. The gap between Lando and Carlos hovered around five seconds, and it felt like the entire race was balanced on the edge of a knife.
Your clasped hands are now resting against your lips as you silently prayed. You didnât care to speak, afraid to jinx anything. Each lap brought a fresh wave of anxiety. You watched as Carlos pushed harder and harder, the gap shrinking ever so slightly, then stabilizing. It was a battle of wills, and all you could do was hope Landoâs calm precision behind the wheel would see him through.
As the final laps approached, your heart was pounding so loudly, and you were sure that everyone around you could hear it. The garage was a mix of tension and muted optimism, everyone holding their breath for the outcome they so desperately wanted.
When Lando finally crossed the checkered flag in first place, it felt like the air was punched out of you. For a moment, there was silence in your mind, and then the world came rushing back as the whole McLaren garage erupted in cheers.
Engineers, mechanics, and all of the staff jumped up and down, fists pumping in the air. Landoâs race engineer came over the radio, his voice cracking with emotions as he congratulated Lando not just on the win, but securing the Constructorsâ Championship for McLaren.
You could not believe it. The realization of what had just happened hit you like a tidal wave, washing away all the tension and anxiety that had built up over the past fifty-eight laps. Lando had won. Not only had he won the race, but he is a runner up in the World Driversâ Championship, and most of all, he had delivered McLaren their first Constructorsâ Championship in twenty-six years.
It felt surreal. The garage continued celebrating around you, but for a moment, you stood frozen, taking it all in. The cheers, shouting, hugs, and the overwhelming sense of happiness that filled the air. Then, almost instinctively, you joined in. Something came over you, a burst of emotion you rarely let out, and you found yourself jumping up and down with everyone else, unable to contain the sheer exhilaration coursing through your veins.
You could feel tears welling up before you even realized you were crying. Not just small tears either, but full, unrestrained sobs of happiness. You were crying so hard it was difficult to catch your breath, but you did not care. The weight of the moment was too much to hold in, you hugged Cisca tightly, burying your face against her shoulder as she squeezed you back. She, too, had tears in her eyes.
âHe did it. He really did it.â her voice cracked.
âIâm so proud of him.â you managed to say between sobs, your voice trembling with emotions.
Cisca smiled through her own tears and cupped your cheeks for a moment, her pride mirroring your own. You turned next to Adam, giving him a quick but heartfelt hug before you turned to. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around her. She laughed softly, her own eyes glistening, and held you tightly.
âThis is insane,â Lily whispered, shaking her head as she let out a breathless laugh. âHe was amazing today.â
You nodded fervently, unable to articulate the storm of emotions inside you. Perfect didnât even begin to describe it. Everything had gone right this weekâno deleted lap times during qualifying, pole position won by a margin that silenced all doubts, led every lap of the race with a calm precision that made it look effortless, managing his tyres like a seasoned champion, even with Carlos breathing down his neck for most of the race, and most of all, staying composed under immense pressure, the kind of pressure that would have unraveled almost anyone else.
Your chest swelled with pride as you thought about it. Lando had brought back the crown to McLaren, a team that had not tasted this kind of glory in over two decades. Twenty-six long years since their last Constructorsâ title, and Lando had done it, not just for himself but for the team, for the legacy.
This was not just a win. It was history, and you are here to witness all its glory. You felt overwhelmed by the enormity of it all, but beneath the tears and the adrenaline was an overwhelming sense of pride. Pride for Lando, who had worked tirelessly for this moment. Pride for McLaren, who had never given up, and pride for this race, this perfect ending to an unforgettable season.
You wiped your tears, a smile breaking through as you took a deep breath. Lando had really done it, and you could not have been happier to be by his side for it all.
The energy under the podium was incredible, sea of papaya erupting into cheers as the three drivers took their places. You stood close to Cisca, both of you craning your necks to get the best view of the podium. The wide smile on her face mirrored your own, both of you practically glowing with pride.
Charles stepped onto the third spot to a round of applause. Carlos followed, climbing to the second step, where the McLaren fans cheered for him too, though the cheers were louder, almost deafening, when Lando finally appeared. He bounded up to the top step, his face breaking into a wide, relieved smile as he took it all inâthe crowd and cameras.
Lando looked happy, truly happy. For a brief moment, his eyes scanned the crowd below, and when they landed on you, his smile grew even brighter. Without thanking, you blew him a flying kiss, and you could see the subtle way his shoulders relaxed, grin softening into something so tender it made your heart skip a beat.
The British National Anthem filled the whole circuit, and everyone quieted down as they turned their attention to the podium. You stood there with your hands clasped, looking up at him as the British flag waved proudly above his head. Landoâs eyes stayed steady, his expression filled with a quiet pride, and you knew he was soaking in every second of this moment.
When the trophies were handed out, your emotions bubbled over again. As Lando lifted the winnerâs trophy high into the air, you felt tears sting your eyes once more. You clapped so hard your palms began to sting, but you didnât care.
âYes, Lando!â you Found yourself shouting, your voice mixing with the cheers of the teams and fans around you. Beside you, Cisca let out a joyful whoop, and you both exchanged a quick, tearful hug.
âThatâs our boy.â Cisca whispered, and you nodded.
Then came the Constructorsâ trophy, a moment you had been waiting for all day. Zak stepped forward to receive it, raising it high above his head with both hands as the crowd erupted in cheers. The sight of that massive trophy, finally back in McLarenâs hands after twenty-six years, made your heart swell with pride.
It was time for the spraying of champagne, and Lando immediately did his iconic champagne pop, spraying everyone with abandon. You laughed as Lando and Carlos shared a grin, drenching Charles before turning on Zak. You couldnât stop smiling, your cheeks starting to ache from the happiness as you snapped a few more photos of them celebrating.
Champagne drenched, Lando joined Zak once again at the front of the podium, and together they hoisted the winnerâs and WCC trophy high. You quickly reached again for your phone, capturing a photo of the momentâthe bright orange suits, glittering of the trophy, and ecstatic smiles on their faces. It was a moment worth preserving, a piece of history you would cherish forever.
It was pure happiness on that podium, and looking up at Lando, drenched in champagne, trophy in hand, and beaming like the sunâyou felt like the luckiest person in the world to witness it all.
The crowd outside the FIA garage was still buzzing with post-race excitement. You stood among the throng, your eyes scanning the door every few seconds, waiting patiently for Lando to come out. It had been a whirlwind day, and while you understood the endless media obligations he had to fulfill, you were eager to see him again.
Rebecca caught your eye from across the way, standing slightly apart from the crowd, waiting for Carlos. Her tall, poised figure was impossible to miss, and a smile spread across your face as you walked over to her.
âRebecca!â you greeted warmly, reaching out to give her a quick hug. âIâm so happy to see you! I feel like I havenât seen you all weekend.â
âI know, itâs been crazy, hasnât it?â Rebecca replied, her own smile lighting up her face. âBut Iâm so glad we could finally catch up. Congratulations on Landoâs win, by the way. What a race!â
âThank you,â you said, feeling your cheeks warm at the mention of Lando. âIt still feels so surreal, and congratulations to Carlos too. P2, thatâs amazing!â
Rebecca laughed softly. âThank you. Heâs been working so hard for this, but honestly, today was all about Lando. He was just unstoppable out there.â
You nodded, your chest filled up with pride at her words. âIt was such a tough race, though. My nerves were shot the entire time.â
âI can imagine,â Rebecca said, her tone understanding. âBut he did it, McLaren did it. What a way to end the season, right?â
Then, the sound of cheers caught both of your attention. Carlos appeared, his hair slightly damp from the champagne, and a grin spread across his face when he spotted Rebecca. She immediately stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.
âCongratulations!â Rebecca said, voice soft but full of warmth.
Carlos returned her hug, murmuring something into her ear before turning to you. âHey! Did you enjoy the race?â
âI did,â you said, smiling at him. âCongratulations on P2, Carlos. You were amazing out there.â
âThank you,â he replied, his grin widened. âBut the day belongs to Lando, doesnât it? What a phenomenal drive from him.â
You couldnât help but smile again, the pride you felt for Lando practically radiating from you. âHe worked so hard for this.â
Carlos nodded knowingly. âHe deserves every bit of it. Oh, and by the way,â he added, âhe should be out any minute now. You wonât have to wait much longer.â
âThanks, Carlos.â you said, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of seeing Lando again.
Carlos and Rebecca began to walk off as you stayed put, eyes drifting back to the FIA garage door, your anticipation building with each passing second.
Then, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers the moment Lando came out from the FIA garage. You joined in, clapping enthusiastically with the whole McLaren team members, media, and fans as they all celebrated himâthe man of the hour, but Landoâs eyes were immediately searching for one personâyou.
Lando spotted you in an instant and, without hesitation, made a run towards you. You barely had a moment to process it before he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you into a hug so tight it left you breathless. You could feel his sweat, mixed with champagne warm against yours.
Before you could say anything, he lifted you up and twirled you around. He then put you down, tilted your face up, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so filled with emotion it made your head dizzy. There was no shyness in the way he kissed youâit was all passion, relief, and gratitude.
You could hear the cameras clicking furiously around you, capturing every second of the moment, but you didnât care. Neither did Lando, it seemed, as his hands stayed firmly on your waist. When you pulled apart, you were smiling against his lips, your heart swelling as he looked at you with pure adoration.
âYou did it.â You whispered.
âI did it,â he echoed, his breath warm on your skin. Then he nuzzled his face into your neck, his hair tickling your cheek as he inhaled deeply, grounding himself in your presence. âGod, I missed you out there.â He murmured softly, voice muffled against your skin.
You stroked the back of his neck gently, still holding him close. âIâm so proud of you,â you said, boice steady but thick with emotion. âYou drove like a champion today. I canât wait for next season, my love. Itâs going to be your year, I just know it.â
Lando pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze soft but sparkling with determination. âItâs our year,â he said firmly, his voice low but confident. âNone of this wouldâve been possible without you. I love you.â
You felt your cheeks flush at his words, and your chest tightened with overwhelming affection. âI love you too.â
He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before intertwining your fingers with his. Lando held your hand tightly, almost as if he didnât want to let you go, even as the media and McLaren staff began to encroach on his space.
âI have to finish the media stuff,â he said reluctantly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles and bringing it over to his lips, apologizing for having to leave you again soon. âBut Iâll see you right after, I promise. Weâll celebrate.â
âIâll be waiting.â You said softly, giving his hand a squeeze.
After a hectic weekend that included celebrating McLarenâs Constructorsâ Championship win in Bahrain with the crown prince, attending festivities at McLaren Technology Centre, and dressing to the nines for the FIA Awards, you and Lando finally returned home to his Monaco apartment. The calm of the familiar space was a welcome change from the high-energy chaos of the past few days, even though you knew it would be short-lived.
The December calendar was packedâat least for you, and with Lando tagging along. There was little time to breathe before the next string of obligations began. You and Lando would be flying again soon to Singapore to attend the wedding of Colin Khoo and Araminta Lee, a lavish affair that had already been dubbed as Singaporeâs wedding of the century.
The Khoos and Lees were families deeply tied to yoursâColin being your cousin Nickâs best friend and practically an honorary member of your family, while Aramintaâs younger sister, Sophia, had been your high school classmate, someone you remembered fondly for her warmth and kindness. These connections meant that your presence was not just requested, it was expected, especially given how your familiesâ businesses were intertwined.
However, the wedding itself was not the only commitment pulling you to Singapore. You were set to arrive days before the ceremony to attend Aramintaâs bachelorette party, while Lando had been invited to Colinâs bachelorâs party. On top of that, your Ah Ma had scheduled one of her signature dinner partiesâa must-attend event. The December social calendar wasnât just busy, it was a finely tuned balancing act, with every minute accounted for.
After Singapore, you would fly to the UK to spend Christmas with Landoâs family. Then, itâs back again to Singapore for the New Yearâs Eve celebrations with your family, a mix of traditions and festivities that always made the transition into a new year special. It would be exhausting, but you were accustomed to juggling personal commitments and obligations that came with your familiesâ global connections.
Amidst the chaos, there was an underlying sense of excitement. December was always hectic, but this year, it carried a certain weight of celebration and happiness. Even with the endless travel, extravagant parties, and obligations, there was comfort in knowing that you and Lando were navigating it all together.
You and Lando have 24 hours to go before your flight to Singapore, and you both stood in the bedroom, surrounded by open suitcases and neatly folded piles of clothes. The room buzzed with quiet energy as the two of you packed, double-checking everything to make sure nothing essential would be left behind. Lando had his usual approachâcasual, unbothered, and occasionally tossing random stuff into his suitcase. While you, you were methodical, going down your checklist and catergorizing every outfit and item for the busy schedule ahead.
As you neatly folded a pair of trousers into your suitcase, you glanced over at Lando, who was holding up yet another hoodie and contemplating packing it. You let out a soft sigh, setting your clothes aside.
âLove,â you began, voice soft but teasing, âI know that hoodies and sweatshirt are your favorite, but you do remember my Ah Maâs dinner party, right?â
Lando looked at you with mock indignation, a playful grin tugging at his lip. âHey, whatâs wrong with being comfortable? Hoodies are versatile.â
You laughed lightly and shook your head. âYouâre not going to convince Ah Ma that hoodies are versatile.â
âBut she loves me, so does it really matter what I wear?â he looked at you, a boyish grin spreading across his face.
You let out a chuckle. âShe does love you, but sheâs still very particular about dress codes. Hoodies wonât cut it, no matter how much she adores you. Trust me, formal is the only way to go.â
Lando groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the bed. âFormal? Again? Havenât I worn enough suits this past few days already?â
You playfully rolled your eyes at his silly antics, you leaned over him and gently squished his cheeks between your hands, making him pout slightly.
âItâs only for a few hours, babe,â you said with mock seriousness, planting a quick kiss on his puckered lips. âYou can survive. Also, our fit for the wedding was flown ahead to Singapore already.â
He raised an eyebrow at you, his hands sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer. âReally? You had our outfits sent ahead? Thatâs very fancy of you,â he teased, voice warm and playful as his fingers lightly traced your waist.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him. âIt wasnât my ideaâit was my Momâs. She didnât want us stressing about anything last-minute, so yes, everythingâs already in Singapore, ready for the wedding.â
âAlright, Iâll dress properly. For you, and your terrifyingly strict Ah Ma.â he said, voice muffled by your hands.
âThank you.â you pressed another kiss on his lips, then wrapped your arms around his neck. âI promise that itâll be worth it, and besides, our outfits go so well together. Weâll be looking extra cute.â
Lando pulled you closer. âThatâs the only reason Iâm agreeing to this,â he joked, pressing a kiss on your lips. âBecause weâll look cute.â
With everything packed, you stepped back and returned to your checklist. âNow, letâs go through everything one more time,â you said, grabbing the notepad from your bedside table. âWe canât afford to leave anything important behind.â
He raised an eyebrow at you, his tone laced with humor. âWe? I feel like youâre the one in charge here.â
âWell, youâre not wrong,â you replied, giving him a pointed look. âI love you so much, but you forget things. Like all the time. So yes, Iâm in charge. Just let me do this.â
Lando raise his hands in mock surrender. âFine, boss. Whatever you say.â but the warmth in his voice and the way his eyes softened when he looked at you says that he did not mind one bit.
The private jet touched down in Singapore just as the clock struck three in the morning. The hum of the engines winding down felt like a soothing lullaby after the whirlwind of travel. As the jet taxied to the private tarmac, you stretched slightly in your seat, trying to shake off the haze of exhaustion that clung to you live a heavy blanket. It had been days of nonstop movement. From New York to Dubai to Monaco, and now, to Singaporeâyou were running on fumes.
One of your familyâs drivers was already waiting by the car as you and Lando stepped off the jet. The humid Singapore air embraced you like a familiar friend, but you were too tired to notice it fully. Lando, looking equally worn out but managing a faint smile, grabbed your hand to guide you down the stairs. The driver greeted you both warmly, holding the car door open as you slipped inside.
The ride to your home in the high-rise district was quiet, with the cityâs nightlife slowly fading into the early morning calm. You leaned your head against the window, eyes fluttering shut as the car glided through the streets. Every now and then, Landoâs hand would squeeze yours gently, keeping you awake despite your jet-lagged haze.
When the car passed through your front gates and stopped on your front door, you stumbled out first, kicking off your sneakers as soon as you stepped inside your home. The plush carpet felt like heaven beneath your feet. Lando followed close behind, carrying a couple of bags despite his own fatigue.
You muttered something incoherent about needing to unpack but barely made it past the living room before surrendering to your exhaustion. With a small groan, you collapsed onto the soft white couch, burying your face into one of the throw pillows.
âIâll just close my eyes for a second,â you mumbled, voice trailing off as sleep claimed you.
Lando chuckled softly from where he stood by the entrance, arms full of bags. âA second, huh?â he murmured, watching as you curled up tighter.
He set the bags down carefully, and crossed the room to where you lay. Kneeling by the couch, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face.
âOut cold already,â he said quietly, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
Despite his own exhaustion, Lando moved with quiet determination. Slipping an arm under your knees and another beneath your back, he lifted you up effortlessly. You stirred slightly, mumbling something that he couldnât make out, but didnât wake.
âCome on, sleepy head.â he whispered, adjusting his grip as he carried you towards the bedroom.
Navigating the familiar layout of your Singapore home, Lando easily found his way to the master bedroom. He nudged the door open with his foot and carefully placed you on the bed, taking extra care not to jostle you. You sighed softly in your sleep, instinctively shifting to get comfortable as soon as you hit the mattress.
Standing back for a moment, Lando shook his head with a small laugh. âYou really pushed yourself this week,â he said quietly to himself.
Tugging the duvet from beneath you, he draped it over your sleeping form before heading back out to bring in the rest of the luggage inside the house. Once everything was inside, Lando returned to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, his hand resting slightly on your shoulder. You didnât stir, and he just smiled to himself.
âGuess unpacking can wait âtil later,â he said softly.
Standing up, he turned off the lights, with only the soft glow of the city filtering through the curtains casting a gentle warmth over the whole room. With everything settled, he changed into some comfortable clothes and climbed into the bed beside you, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist as sleep finally overtook him too.
The soft afternoon light streamed through the curtains when you stirred awake, slowly coming back to consciousness. Stretching lazily under the covers, you blinked a few times before turning your head. Lando was already wide awake, leaning against the headboard with his phone in hand, scrolling idly. The peacefulness on his face made you smile softly. Sensing your movement, he glanced down at you, a warm grin spreading across his lips.
âHey, sleepyhead,â he murmured, setting his phone down on the bedside table. Lando leaned down to kiss you softly, his lips warm and familiar. âFinally decided to join the land of the living?â
âHow long was I out?â you asked, voice still raspy from sleep as you shifted to prop yourself slightly.
âHmm,â he murmured, pretending to think as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. âA solid eleven hours, give or take. I think that might be a record for you.â
âEleven hours?â you said, eyes widening in mock disbelief. âWell, I deserved that. Thatâs the most proper sleep Iâve gotten in days.â
âYou definitely needed it,â he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. âYouâve been running on fumes.â
Instead of getting up and getting started on unpacking your things, you nestled yourself against Landoâs chest, letting out a content sigh as his arm settled securely around youâyour things can wait. His other hand picked up his phone again, resuming whatever he had been scrolling through.
âWhat are you looking at?â you asked curiously, voice muffled against his shirt.
âJust catching up on messages and stuff,â he replied, his thumb flicking across the screen. âFew banter with Maximilian. Nothing too exciting.â
The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the comfort of each otherâs presence. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his fingers idly traced small circles on your armâit was the kind of peace you hadnât realized you craved after the hectic days leading up to this.
After a comfortable silence, you tilted your head to look up at him. âDonât forget,â you reminded him gently, âtonightâs my Ah Maâs dinner party. My family will be sending a car to pick us up at six to drive us to her estate.â
He groaned playfully, letting his head fall back against the headboard. âAlready? I was just starting to feel human again.â
âYouâll survive,â you teased, reaching up to pat his cheeks softly with a small laugh. âBesides, you love Ah Ma.â
âThatâs true,â he admitted with a grin. âBut does she love me enough to excuse me from wearing a suit?â
âNot a chance, my love,â you said, shaking your head. âShe might adore you, but rules are rules. No hoodies at Ah Maâs dinner table.â
He laughed softly. âFine, fine. Iâll play along.â
Satisfied, you let yourself relax against him again, savoring the calm for another thirty minutes before you decided it was time to get moving. You sat up, stretching your arms above your head before climbing out of bed.
You noticed that you were still dressed in your flight clothes, so you opened your closet and pulled out a pair of comfortable home clothes, quickly changing. As you tied your hair up, you glanced back at Lando, who was still lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone again.
âIâm going downstairs to grab a snack. Wanna come?â you said softly.
âYeah, sure,â he said, finally setting his phone aside and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. As he stood and stretched, he added casually, âoh, by the way, Chris dropped by earlier. He brought us some of your favorite food.â
âReally?â you asked, brightening at the mention of your second brother. âWhat did he bring?â
âEverything, I think,â Lando replied with a grin, following you out of the room. âLaksa, chicken rice, sambal stingrayâitâs downstairs. He figured weâd be too tired to cook, and, well, heâs not wrong.â
âChris is the best,â you said fondly, making your way towards the kitchen. âAnd he definitely knows you canât cook to save your life.â
âHey!â Lando protested, feigning offense. âI can cook!â
You shot him a skeptical look over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. âBabe, toast doesnât count.â
He chuckled, shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around your waist while you walked. âGood thing Iâve got you, then.â
âGeez, what would you do without me, huh?â you teased, and he just chuckled.
Lando helped you unpack the containers of food that Chris had dropped off, carefully setting everything onto the counter. You grabbed a few plates and bowls from the cupboard, handing some to Lando while you began separating the dishes. The aroma of spices and freshly cooked rice filled the kitchen, reminding you just how much you had missed authentic Singaporean food.
âBaby, careful with that,â you said, gesturing toward the sambal stingray as you placed it on a plate. âI already know youâre not touching this one.â
âYeah, no chance,â Lando replied with a playful grimace, taking a step back as if the dish might bite him. âFish and me, weâre not friends. You already know that.â
You laughed, setting the plate down and moving on to the chicken rice. âWell, I figured as much. I separated the chicken rice for you since itâs the only thing here youâll actually eat.â
âYouâre too good to me,â he teased, kissing you on the forehead and pulling over a chair, sitting down at the dining table. âThough, to be fair, I think chicken rice is objectively the best option here.â
Rolling your eyes playfully, you carried the food to the table, placing his plate in front of him and your own dish next to it. âItâs not that you donât like the other options,â you teased, sitting down in front of him, âyouâre just a picky eater, babe.â
Lando picked up his fork, grinning. âIâm not picky. I just know what I like.â
âAnd apparently what you like is the safest, most neutral option,â you joked, scooping a bit of rice into your mouth. The flavors were as rich and satisfying as you remembered, and for a moment, you closed your eyes to savor it. âGod, I missed this so much.â
Lando watched you, amused. âI think Chris might love you more than I do with how often he brings you food.â
You smirked, raising an eyebrow. âWell, he is my brother.â
As the two of you ate, Lando paused between bites to ask, âis Nick coming tonight?â
You nodded, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin. âYeah, he is. He arrived yesterday, and heâs bringing Rachel with him, too. He wants to introduce her to Ah Ma.â
His eyebrows lifted slightly in interest. âRachel, huh? Thatâs a big step.â
âIt is,â you said, nodding thoughtfully. âBut I think itâs the right time. Theyâve been dating for over a year now, and Rachelâs really niceâvery sweet, actually, and you can tell how much she loves Nick. I think sheâll handle tonight well.â
âI remember her from New York,â Lando said, gesturing with his form. âThe double date? She seemed lovely then.â
âShe is,â you agreed with a soft smile, thinking back to the time you all spent together in New York. âIâve grown to love her. She became like a big sister to me, and a breath of fresh air. Rachel is really good for Nicky. I just hope everything goes smoothly tonight.â
âRemember when I met Ah Ma?â he said with a teasing grin.
You laughed at the memory, shaking your head. âOh, donât remind me. I was so nervous about how sheâd react. You were the first person I ever brought to meet her.â
âWell, it went pretty well, all things considered,â he said, taking another bite of chicken rice. âThough I think she was testing me with all those questions about my plans for the future.â
âShe was,â you admitted with a grin. âThatâs her way of showing she cares, and you passed with flying colors, obviously. Ah Ma adores you, she even calls you a nickname, she rarely does that unless itâs her grandchildren.â
âGuess I made a good impression, then,â he said proudly.
âOf course you did!â you laughed.
âBut Ah Maâs a tough crowd, though. Think sheâll approve?â Lando asked, finishing a bite of chicken.
You leaned back in your chair, considering. âI think she will. Rachelâs got that quiet elegance about her, you know? Sheâs not flashy, not trying to prove anything. Ah Ma values that.â
âWell, if sheâs got your seal of approval, sheâll be fine,â Lando said confidently, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand reassuringly. âAnd hey, if anything gets too intense, at least you'll have me there to lighten the mood.â
You chuckled, squeezing his hand back. âThatâs true. Youâve got a way of making everyone like you.â
âExcept for the sambal stingray,â he quipped, shooting a playful glance at the slightly untouched plate on the table.
The moment you finished your plate of food, you stood up from the table and made your way over to the fridge, searching for something sweet to finish off your meal. As you opened the fridge, you noticed a small box nestled on the top shelf with a red ribbon wrapped around it and a handwritten note on it. You quickly recognized your motherâs neat and elegant handwriting.
âI hope you and Lando enjoy this sweet treat. Stocked up your fridge for your stay, donât forget to eat well. Love, Mom.â
A smile tugged at your lips as you grabbed the box and headed back to the table. âLook what my mom sent us,â you said, setting the box down in front of Lando with a grin. âDurian puffs!â
Lando gave you a wary look, his face already showing a bit of hesitation. âDurian puffs? You know Iâm not exactly a fan of durian,â he said with a playful tone in his voice. âThat stuff isâŠintense.â
You laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. âI know, I know. But trust me, these are different. Theyâre not as bad as the whole fruit, and theyâre amazing when done right. My momâs been baking them for years, youâve got to try at least one bite.â
His eyes flickered to the box with a mixture of curiosity and caution. âI donât know, babe,â he said, leaning back in his chair. âThe last time you tried to get me to eat durianâŠI wasnât exactly sold on it.â
You raised an eyebrow playfully, knowing it would take a bit of coaxing. âItâs not the same,â you said, opening the box and revealing the perfectly golden, puffed pastries inside. The familiar scent of durian filled the air, and you could see Landoâs nose wrinkle a little. âCome on, just one bite. You wonât regret it, I promise.â
Lando stared at the puff for a moment, clearly reluctant but still amused by your insistence. âOkay, fine,â he muttered, finally giving in. âBut only because youâre looking at me like that.â
You smiled and grabbed one of the puffs, holding it out to him. âItâs not bad, babe, I promise. I used to eat these all the time when Iâm here, and Iâve really missed them. Itâs hard to find one of these in New York.â
He took a deep breath and hesitantly leaned forward, allowing you to tear off a small piece of the puff for him. Lando looked at it as if it were a challenge, then took a tentative bite.
You watched his expression carefully, curious to see how he would react. At first, his eyes widened slightly, and he chewed slowly, processing the taste. âOkay, Iâll admit,â he began, voice reluctant but tinged with surprise, âitâs not as bad as I thought.â
You smiled, delighted that he was starting to come around. âSee? Told you. Itâs a lot better than the whole fruit.â
Lando shook his head, smiling despite himself. âYeah, yeah, you were right. Itâs not terrible, but Iâm not sure Iâm ready to eat a whole one on my own.â
You grinned, knowing that wasnât a problem. âThatâs okay, we can share. Itâs a pretty big puff anyway.â
The two of you ended up sharing the durian puff, breaking it into smaller pieces. You were glad Lando had tried it, he may not have been a huge fan, but at least he hadnât refused outright this time. There was something so comforting about the familiar taste of home, especially when it was shared with someone who, despite their initial doubts, was willing to try new things for you.
He looked at the remaining half of the puff and then at you. âAlright, you win. Iâm not sure Iâll ever be obsessed with durian, but Iâll give you this one. Itâs better than I expected.â
âGlad to hear it, babe,â you smiled warmly, happy that he had at least made the effort. âMaybe next time youâll be the one going for the second puff.â
The moment the clock struck six, you were already standing in the living room, ready and waiting for the car your family had sent to take you to your Ah Maâs estate. You smoothed the fabric of your black popeline dress, its cinched waist and delicate midi length giving you an air of effortless elegance, perfect choice for the evening. Lando stood beside you, impeccably dressed in his black suit with the two buttons of his crisp white shirt left undone, the effortless style topped off with a tailored black coat. He looks very dashingâconfident, yet understated in a way Lando could only pull off. You turned towards him, giving his outfit a final once-over.
âHold still,â you murmured, dusting off an imaginary speck on his shoulder. Your fingers lingered there for a moment, gently straightening the lapel of his coat.
Lando chuckled softly, watching you fuss over him. âI think Iâm good, babe,â he said, voice low and amused.
âYou look so perfect,â you admitted with a small smile, your eyes meeting his.
As you stepped back to admire the two of you in the mirror, a flutter of nervousness settled in your chest. Before you could dwell on it further, the sound of the car pulling up in the driveway broke the silence. Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the soft hum of the engine outside.
He noticed the slight change in your expression and reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Lando leaned down slightly, pressing a gentle and quick kiss to your lips.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked softly, his warm hand resting briefly against your waist, and eyes searching yours.
You nodded but hesitated before answering. âI donât know why Iâm nervous,â you admitted, voice barely above whisper.
Lando smiled, warm and understanding, and laced his fingers with yours. âWell, donât be,â he said, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. âIâm here with you. Itâs going to be fine.â
The way his hand fit so perfectly with yours instantly eased the tension you did not realize you were holding. You took a deep breath, letting Landoâs presence ground you, and smiled back at him.
âYouâre right,â you said softly.
Together, you walked to the door, where the chauffeur was already waiting. You offered a polite greeting, and Lando followed suit. The chauffeur gave a respectful nod and stepped forward to open the car door. Lando turned his attention back to you, placing his hand gently above your head to ensure you didnât bump it on the way in.
âCareful,â he murmured, voice low and attentive. He guided the folds of your dress to make sure it didnât catch in the door.
Once you were in, Lando slid in beside you, adjusting his coat as he leaned back against the plush seat. The door closed softly behind him with a thud, and the hum of the engine filled the silence as the car began to move.
The car ride was smooth, the city lights of Singapore streaming past the tinted windows in a soft blur. You leaned forward slightly. âIs my family already at Ah Maâs?â
âYes, maâam,â the chauffeur replied politely. âThey arrived a little while ago.â
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. âOkay, thank you.â you replied, tone warm but measured.
âSee?â he said softly, leaning a little closer. âNothing to worry about.â
You couldnât help but smile at his calm reassurance. âI guess youâre right,â you admitted, relaxing into the seat.
As the car turned onto Tyersall Avenue, the familiar sight of the estateâs discreet entrance came into view. There was no house number, no grand signage indicating its presence, it was just two white pillars framing the hidden driveway and a rusty, almost-forgotten sign partially obscured by overgrown foliage that read Tyersall Park. It was understated, nearly invisible to passerby, yet exuded an air of exclusivity and history.
The car slowed down as it approached the entrance, and the soft crunch of tyres on gravel indicated the start of the long, winding path to the estate itself. The path dipped slightly, then climbed up a small hill, where a second set of gates awaited. These gates were far more imposing than the firstâornate yet fortified, with a guardhouse attached.
The guards stationed in the second gate were not your ordinary security personnel. They were Gurkhas, known as one of the skilled and feared soldiers in the world. Their presence was a quiet but powerful reminder of the importance and prestige of the estate they protected. They moved swiftly and efficiently, conducting a quick check of the vehicle and exchanging a word with the chauffeur. Then the gates creaked open, revealing another path towards the estate.
Beyond the gates, an avenue lined with towering palm trees stretched out before you, their elegant fronds swaying gently in the night breeze. The avenue seemed endless, a perfect symmetry of nature and design, drawing the eye toward the glowing silhouette at the very end.
There, perched at the top of the hill, was your Ah Maâs estate. It was as magnificent as you always remembered, illuminated softly against the night sky. The sprawling sixty-four acre mansion stood like a timeless monument, its intricate details and architectural grandeur untouched by the passing years. The sheer scale of the place was enough to leave anyone awestruck.
Even though Lando had seen it before, he couldnât help but let out a soft exhale as the estate came fully into view. He turned slightly to glance at you, expression a mix of admiration and disbelief. You caught his gaze and smiled, already accustomed to the reaction the estate always elicited. The car began its slow ascent up the final path of the driveway, the palms on either side growing taller as you approached the estateâs main entrance.
Lando stepped out of the car first, then turned to offer you his hand. You placed your fingers gently in his, letting him steady you as you stepped out. The cool evening breeze brushed against your skin as the soft hum of conversations and the melodic sound of the live jazz band spilled from the open doors of the estate. Lando closed the car door behind you, his other hand naturally finding its place on the small of your back.
The grandeur of the evening was already evident. The driveway was lined with luxury cars, some of which you instantly recognized as belonging to your cousins. The valet attendants worked with practiced efficiency, guiding the vehicles into neat rows, their movements sharp against the backdrop of the estate's golden lights.
You had not expected this many guests for tonightâs dinner party. But as you took it all in, you realized that it was your Ah Ma who decided to throw the party. She never did things by halves.
Walking toward the entrance, you glance up at Lando, who offers you a small, knowing smile. The two of you ascended the short flight of steps together, and as the ornate doors swung open, the dinner party unfolded before you in full splendor.
The grand foyer was alive with movement and sound. Guests mingled in their elegant attire, their laughter and chatter blending harmoniously with the smooth melodies of the jazz band playing in the corner. Servers moved gracefully through the crowd, balancing trays of drinks and hors dâoeuvres.
You were greeted by a server offering a silver bowl filled with water to rinse your handsâa subtle nod to tradition. You dipped your fingers in, feeling the coolness against your skin, before drying them with the soft cloth that came with it. Lando followed your lead, his actions slightly tentative but seamless nonetheless.
As the two of you moved further into the house, your eyes scanned the room, searching for familiar faces. The dazzling opulence of the house was on full display tonightâcrystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and the polished marble floors gleamed beneath the soft glow of candlelight.
Everywhere you turned, there were familiar facesârelatives chatting in small groups, family friends laughing over shared memories, and acquaintances dressed to the nines.
Still, the absence of one particular couple was glaring. You glanced around, expecting to see Nick and Rachel somewhere among the crowd, but there was no sign of them yet. But, you quickly spotted your parents standing near the grand staircase, deep in conversation with one of your familyâs close friends and business partners. You nudged Lando gently, and together you made your way over to them.
The moment your parents saw you, their faces lit up. Your father greeted you first, his smile wide and welcoming. âAh, youâre finally here,â he said warmly, pulling you into a brief embrace before turning his attention to Lando. âLando! Itâs good to see you again.â
Lando grinned, shaking your fatherâs hand firmly. âItâs great to see you too, sir.â
Your father wasted no time, immediately congratulating him. âThat was an incredible race in Dubaiâphenomenal drive! Congratulations on the win, both yours and McLarenâs. It's very well deserved.â
âThank you. It has been an incredible season,â Lando replied, voice filled with modesty. âBut it was a team effort, really.â
The two of them quickly fell into a deep conversation, with your father mostly asking about the race and McLarenâs celebration plans, clearly very eager to hear more.
You turned to your mother, who had been quietly observing the exchange with a smile. âMom, whereâs Ah Ma?â you asked, leaning in slightly to avoid raising your voice over the lively music.
âSheâs still getting ready,â your mother replied with a knowing look. âYou know how she is with these things, everything has to be perfect.â
You just nodded, though you couldnât help but glance around the room again, taking in the number of people. âI thought this was only supposed to be a small dinner party,â you said, with a hint of surprise in your tone. âIt looks like Ah Ma invited half of Singapore.â
She chuckled softly, a knowing twinkle in her eye. âAh Ma decided to invite everyone. She said that itâs been too long since sheâs hosted a big gathering. Besides,â she added, lowering her voice slightly, âher Tan Hua is going to bloom tonight. She wanted everyone to see it.â
The mention of Tan Hua caught your attention. It is a rare flower known for its elusive and short-lived bloomâa source of pride for your Ah Ma. It was not just a flower, it was a spectacle, a family event in itself. You smiled faintly, imagining her excitement as she planned this evening down to the last detail.
Your mother smiled knowingly at the look on your face. âDonât worry, my dear, everything will be perfect. Your Ah Ma wouldnât have it any other way.â
You had only been standing with your family for a few minutes when you caught sight of Nick and Rachel making their way into the house. Relieved and happiness washed over you at the sight of the couple, and with a polite smile, you gently excised yourself and Lando to go greet them. As you approached, Nickâs face lit up, and Rachelâs warm smile mirrored your own. You immediately pulled Nick into a hug, patting his back affectionately.
âNicky! Iâm so glad youâre finally here,â you said, stepping back slightly to greet Rachel. âItâs good to see you,â you said sincerely, your smile widening.
Rachel replied softly, âwe wouldnât miss this for anything.â
Before you could even mutter a new response, the unmistakable voice of your cousin Eddie cut into the moment. Inserting himself into the conversation with his usual air of self-importance.
âNicky boy! Long time no see!â He clapped Nick on the shoulder, then turned his sharp gaze to Rachel. âAnd this must be Rachel! Iâm Eddie.â he said, tone teetering on the edge of charming and patronizing.
Rachel, ever polite, offered her hand for a brief shake and smiled lightly. âItâs nice to meet you.â
Eddieâs eyes flickered to you and Lando next, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âAh, I see youâve already met the princess and her prince.â
The exaggerated emphasis on the titles almost made you roll your eyes. You didnât bother hiding the subtle tilt of your head as you fixed him with a pointed look, but Lando only smiled faintly, his hand resting at your back.
Eddie was treading carefully. He always does whenever heâs around you, especially after the infamous incident when you were kids. You had punched him squarely on the face for saying something particularly offensive, and he had cried so loudly that half of the family came running to see what had happened.
That memory was enough to make Eddie measure his words around you now, though it did not stop him from occasionally pushing boundaries. Still, you knew he had nothing bad to say about Lando. Eddie, despite his many faults and flaws, respected wealth, and Landoâs background made him untouchable in Eddieâs eyes.
He shifted his attention back to Rachel, his smile tightening into something that looked more like calculation. âSo, Rachel, from which Chu family are you from?â Eddie asked, the question clearly designed to assess her pedigree. âChu Investments? Chu Shipping? Chu Constructions? Or maybe Chu Real Estate?â he rattled off with confidence, pausing after each one as if expecting immediate recognition.
Rachel, to her credit, handled it with grace. She shook her head gently at each suggestion, her polite smile never faltering. âNo, Iâm not from any of those families,â she replied, voice calm and pleasant.
Eddie didnât seem deterred by her response. In fact, it only seemed to fuel his determination. âReally? Huh. Well, you must be from somewhere,â he said, leaning slightly as he named another family one after another, tone growing more insistent with each guess.
You watched the exchange with thinly veiled annoyance, your patience wearing thinner with every word out of Eddieâs mouth. You glanced at Rachel, who remained composed but was clearly growing weary of the interrogation. Nick, standing protectively beside her, shot you a look that said he was just as over Eddieâs antics as you are.
Eddie, oblivious to the awkwardness he was creating, pressed on. âCome on, you can tell us,â he said, as if her lineage were some kind of secret puzzle only he could solve. âSurely youâre related to one of the prominent families. There arenât that many Chus of significance, you know.â
The annoyance just flickered greatly in your chest, not just for Rachelâs sake but for Fionaâs as well. Fionna, who stood a short distance away, casting occasional glance at her husband with that familiar expression of quiet resignation. You had seen that look too many times, the silent endurance of someone used to being overshadowed by Eddieâs insufferable personality. Events like this were her only reprieve, and whenever you were around, you made it a point to keep Eddie in check, and tonight would be no different.
âEddie,â you said, voice calm but firm, cutting through his monologue like a knife. âI think Rachelâs already answered your question.â
Eddie faltered for a moment, mouth half-open as he turned to look at you. There was a flicker of something, annoyance perhaps, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by his usual smug expression.
âOh, of course,â he said smoothly, though his tone was anything but apologetic. âI was just curious, thatâs all.â
âAnyway,â you said brightly, offering her a reassuring smile, and steered the conversation away from Eddie entirely, âIâm so glad you both could make it. Ah Ma will be thrilled to see you.â
Rachel returned your smile, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. âThank you.â
Eddie clearly sensed that his moment in the spotlight was over, he gave a small, self-important sniff and stepped back. You did not miss the way his gaze lingered on Rachel for a second longer than necessary before he excused himself, most likely off to find another conversation where he could insert himself.
âThank you for that,â Nick muttered as soon as Eddie was out of earshot, voice quiet but sincere.
You waved it off with a small laugh. âItâs literally nothing,â you said lightly, though the underlying frustration lingered. âEddie just canât help himself sometimes.â
Lando turned to you, brows raised in curiosity. âSo, has anyone ever knocked some sense into him? Or is he still walking around thinking heâs Godâs gift to everyone?â
Nick, unable to contain himself, let out a laugh. âOh, thereâs definitely someone who knocked him out. Literally,â he said, motioning towards you with a tilt of his head.
âYou?!â Lando exclaimed, laughing.
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. âIn my defense,â you said evenly, âEddie was much worse when we were kids. Heâs always been a menace, constantly looking down on people, and giving all of his nanny a hard time. Someone had to do something.â
âAnd you did, all right.â Nick snorted. âHe cried like a baby. I still remember his face, all red and snotty. It was priceless.â
Lando laughed, eyes gleaming with both amusement and pride. âI canât believe Iâm only hearing this story now. You never told me you could throw a punch.â
âI only did it because he deserved it,â you replied, crossing your arms lightly. âAnd donât ever get any ideas. Iâm not planning to make a habit out of it.â
Nick shook his head, still grinning. âTrust me, heâs toned it down around her ever since. Eddie might be insufferable, but even heâs smart enough to know not to push his luck twice.â
The conversation then shifted, with Nick and Rachel both congratulating Lando on his win in Dubai. âBy the way, congrats again,â Nick said, clapping Lando on the shoulder. âThat was one hell of a race.â
âThank you,â Lando replied, tone modest but appreciative.
âWe watched the whole race,â Rachel added, smiling warmly. âIt was really incredible. You really deserved that win.â
âSpeaking of race,â Nick grinned mischievously and turned to you. âThe camera caught a great moment during the podium ceremony.â
You immediately knew where this was going and groaned. âOh no. Donât.â
Nick ignored you. âYou shouldâve seen her, Lando. The camera panned to her during the ceremony, and there she was, ugly crying like a soap opera actress.â
âIt was actually really sweet. You could tell how proud she was.â Rachel giggled, covering her mouth.
You rolled your eyes playfully, though your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. âI was emotional, okay? It was a big moment.â
Lando glanced at you, his expression softening. âI thought it was cute,â he said simply, earning a playful scoff from you.
After a few more minutes of lighthearted conversation, Nick checked his watch. âWe should probably go find Mom, I still need to introduce Rachel to her.â
You winced slightly but kept your tone encouraging. âGood luck,â you said sincerely. âI hope it goes well.â
Rachel gave you a grateful smile. âThank you. Fingers crossed.â
Nick, ever the joker, winked at you. âDonât worry. If it doesnât, Iâll call you to change her mind.â
You rolled your eyes, laughing as they walked away. âDonât threaten me with a good time.â
When Nick and Rachel left, you and Lando wandered into one of the quieter corners of the house, a haven away from the bustling party. The dim lighting and the soft hum of conversation filtering through the walls made the space feel intimate and the warm aroma of desserts and dumplings filled the air, a bubble of calm amidst the grandeur of your Ah Maâs estate. Lando sat close to you on the plush couch, dessert plates balanced on the small glass coffee table in front.
Lando picked up a delicate slice of kueh lapis with his fork and took a bite, humming appreciatively at the sweetness. âThis is dangerous,â he said, leaning back comfortably. âJonâs definitely going to say something when I step on the scales.â
You chuckled, leaning into his shoulders. âOh, just wait until Ah Ma sees you. Sheâll tell you to eat more and probably have the kitchen make an entire feast just for you.â
He laughed, shaking his head. âAh maâs great, but I donât think I can keep up. You saw how much food was at dinner alone.â
âAh Ma loves feeding people,â you replied with a small smile, reaching for one of the dumplings.
Lando grinned, his aquamarine eyes sparkling with humor. He broke a piece of ondeh-ondeh in half, letting the green glutinous skin stretch slightly before offering you a bite. âHere, try this.â
You took the offered piece and bit into it, the burst of sweet palm sugar making you hum in delight. âI missed this,â you said, savoring the flavor.
He took the other half for himself, nodding as he chewed. âNot bad,â he said, swallowing. âThough I donât think Iâll ever get used to the texture.â
âYou're surviving,â you teased, reaching for a slice of steamed yam cake.
As the conversation flowed, the topic shifted naturally to your plans for 2025. âIâll come to more races next year,â you promised, setting the plate down. âI want to be there for as many as I can, and we should also travel more tooâthere are so many places we need to see together.â
Lando smiled, expression softening. âI love the sound of that, and you moving to Monaco, finally. Iâve been waiting for ages.â
âWell, my apartmentâs already sorted,â you reminded him with a small shrug. ïżœïżœBut Iâll come over to yours everyday. You wonât even notice the difference.â
âOr,â he suggested, leaning in closer, âyou could just move in with me.â
You laughed, lightly nudging him. âNice try, Romeo. My parents bought the apartment already, remember? I canât just ditch it.â
âFine,â he said dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch. âBut Iâm holding you to that promise. I expect to you at mine every single day.â
âI promise,â you replied as you gave him a soft peck on the lips.
Then, a resonant sound of a cambodian gong echoed through the house, immediately catching your attention. Moments later, your motherâs voice, calm yet commanding, carried through the room. She stood with your Auntie Alix by her side, gracefully addressing the guests, tone filled with warmth and gratitude.
âThank you all so much for joining us this wonderful evening,â your mother began, pausing to let her words settle. âItâs such a joy to have everyone here, especially on this special evening.â
Auntie Alix smiled, chiming in, âweâd like to invite everyone to the courtyard now, to witness the blooming of the Tan Hua. Itâs a rare and special occasion, and it feels even more meaningful to share it with all of you tonight.â
There was a soft murmur of excitement as the guests began to make their way toward the courtyard. You turned to Lando, who was already grabbing your plates from the table. Wordlessly, you followed suit, stacking the dishes carefully and walking together toward the area designated for the dirty dishes. You discarded them neatly, brushing your hands off before turning back to him.
Lando reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he often did, a reassuring gesture that made your heart settle. Together, you walked through the wide open doors that led to the courtyard. The cool evening air greeted you, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.
Ahead, the garden had transformed into an enchanting space, bathed in moonlight. The Tan Hua plant, placed on a pedestal under a canopy of soft lights, stood as the centerpiece. Its elegant, slender buds were illuminated in the gentle glow, and the pale moonlight seemed to highlight every delicate curve of the plant.
You noticed your Ah Ma nearby, two of her ladies-in-waiting carefully helped her into a chair that had been placed by the Tan Hua, with your Auntie Alix, your mother, and your Auntie Eleanor joining beside her. She moved slowly but with the dignity and grace that defined her. Faint murmurs of admiration around you quieted as everyone gathered closer.
The moment the first bloom began to open, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The petals unfurled slowly, revealing a pristine white flower that seemed to glow against the dark backdrop of the night. One by one, the other buds followed suit, their blossoms opening in a synchronized rhythm as though they were performing just for this audience.
You glanced at Lando, who was watching with quiet amazement, his eyes reflecting the glow of the flowers. You couldnât help but smile softly at his expression, the wonder evident on his face. Around you, people whispered in awe, voiced hushed as though afraid to disturb the magic of the moment.
âItâs beautiful,â Lando said quietly, voice barely above whisper.
You nodded, squeezing his hand gently as your eyes returned to the blooming Tan Hua. Your Ah Ma, seated serenely in her chair, looked on with a contented smile, her presence leading an even greater sense of significance to the moment. The flowers seemed almost otherworldly as they completed their bloom, each one perfect and untouched, the rarity of the event settling in for everyone present.
The party had now shifted to the expansive courtyard, with the guests scattered around tables adorned with crisp white linens and glowing centerpieces. The soft melodies of the live jazz band, now situated under a canopy of string lights that filled the evening air, lending an elegant yet relaxed atmosphere.
You and Lando made your way through the crowd, hand in hand, weaving between clusters of chatting relatives and friends, until you reached the section where your family was gathered. Your Auntie Alix was the first to notice you. Her warm smile lit up her face as she pulled you into a gentle hug.
âDear, itâs so good to see you,â she said softly. âYou look so lovely tonight, and Lando, as dashing as ever!â you thanked her with a laugh, glancing at Lando, who nodded politely in return.
Your Auntie Alix always had a way of making you feel at ease, sheâs kind and a very down-to-earth woman. It always puzzled you how Eddie could have turned out soâŠdifferent, given how wonderful both his parents are. You turned to your mother and gave her another hug, then lastly, your Auntie Eleanor, who stood with a poised air, gaze sharp yet affectionate. She acknowledged you and Lando with a nod.
âGood to see you,â she said briskly before allowing a small smile to break through. âLando, congratulations on a successful season. Youâve done very well.â Lando thanked her sincerely, and you exchanged a few pleasantries before excusing yourselves to greet the woman you had been searching for all nightâyour Ah Ma.
She was seated regally in an ornate chair that is adorned with soft cushions, surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting and closest confidantes. As you approached, you greeted her in Mandarin, your tone very respectful and warm.
âéżćȘœïŒćŸé«èèŠć°äœ ,â (ah ma, itâs so good to see you) you said, dipping slightly in a gesture of reverence. Her face lit up instantly, her wrinkled hands reaching out to clasp yours.
âćïŒæçèČŽçć«ć„ł,â (ah, my precious granddaughter) she said, voice steady but laced with emotion. Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, and she smiled approvingly. âä»æäœ æŻćŠæ€çŸéșă éä»¶èĄŁæïŒćŸé©ćäœ ă ćèźè±äžæšŁ.â (you are so beautiful tonight. This dress suits you perfectly. Like a lotus flower)
You thanked her shyly, and her attention quickly shifted to Lando, her smile widening even more. She extended her arms toward him, and Lando, ever the gentleman, leaned down to embrace your Ah Ma warmly.
âAh Ma, itâs so nice to see you again,â he said gently.
She chuckled, patting his arm as if Lando were a favored grandchild. âLan Lan. You look very handsome,â she said in her Mandarin-laced English voice. âWhy are you so skinny? Do you not eat? Have you eaten tonight?â her sharp eyes scanned him critically, tone carrying both affection and worry.
You couldnât help but laugh quietly, recalling your earlier conversation with Lando. He glanced at you, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile before responding, âAh Ma, I ate earlier, and Iâve been eating tonight too. Donât worry.â
She shook her head lightly, still unconvinced. âYou need to eat more. Racing may be important, but health is more important.â her gaze softened further as she turned back to you both. âYou must take care of each other,â she added firmly.
âEspecially you,â she looked directly at you, her hand resting on yours, voice lowering in emphasis. âTake care of him, but also make sure you take care of yourself. Lando, make sure you also take care of her too. Always.â
Lando nodded earnestly, his voice steady. âI promise, Ah Ma. Iâll always take care of her.â
âGood,â she said simply, giving your hand one last squeeze before settling back into her chair.
Not long after, Nick and Rachel appeared, weaving their way through the guests until they reached your group. Your Ah Maâs face lit up the moment she spotted Nick, her expression softening with a mix of happiness. She straightened in her chair, reaching out toward him as he approached.
âNicky,â she said warmly, her voice carrying a slight tremble. âæéć€Șé·äșă ć€Șé·äș äœ ćŸćčžéæé掻çèŠć°äœ ,â (it has been too long. too long. youâre lucky I am still alive to see you) she added with a teasing yet heartfelt tone, eyes glistening faintly.
Nick crouches slightly to be at her eye level, taking her hands in his. âéżćȘœïŒæć„œæłäœ ,â (ah ma, I missed you so much) he said sincerely, his tone apologetic yet filled with affection. âć°äžè”·ïŒæè±äșééșŒé·æéçșćäŸ,â (iâm sorry itâs taken me this long to come back)
Your Ah Ma clicked her tongue softly, her grip firm. âéèŠçæŻäœ çŸćšćšéèŁ,â (what matters is that you are here now) she said, voice soft. âäœäžèŠèźæćçééșŒäč
ïŒæçœć?â (but donât make me wait this long again, understand?)
Nick nodded with a smile. âæäžæçïŒéżćȘœïŒæäżè.â (I wonât, Ah Ma. I promise)
Then, with a small glance over his shoulder, he gestured toward Rachel, who stood quietly beside him. âAh Ma, I want you to meet someone very special to me.â he turned to Rachel, who stepped forward, expression poised but warm.
Rachel greeted your Ah Ma in Mandarin, her tone respectful and her words careful yet fluent. âéżćȘœïŒèŹèŹäœ éè«æć»äœ çŸéșç柶,â (ah ma, thank you for inviting me to your beautiful home) she said, dipping her head slightly. âć°Œć
ć蚎æćŸć€éæŒäœ çäșïŒć°€ć
¶æŻäœ çé€ćă ä»èȘȘäœ ććŸæć„œ.â (nick has told me so much about you, especially about your dumplings. he says you make the best in the world)
Your Ah Maâs sharp eyes softened at Rachelâs words, a small smile tugging at her lip. âćïŒæČä»éșŒ,â (ah, itâs nothing) she replied modestly. âćŠæäœ ćæĄïŒæćŻä»„æäœ ćŠäœèŁœäœćźć.â (if you like, I can show you how to make them)
Rachelâs face lit up, and she responded earnestly, âææćŸæŠźćčžçă ć°Œć
é«ćșŠè©ćčä»ćïŒéæäœ .â (i would be honored. nick speaks so highly of them, and of you)
âćŸć„œ,â (good) she said simply. âäœæŻäœ ćż
é ćŸćż«äŸă äžæŻä»æïŒæć€Șć€ç䌞é·èćïŒæ”èšèèȘă äžæŹĄïŒç¶ćźæŽćźéçæć.â (but you must come back soon. not tonight, there are too many craning necks and gossiping mouths. Next time, when itâs quieter)
You watched the exchange with a faint smile, pleased to see how your Ah Ma was beginning to warm up to Rachelâshe might even end up really liking Rachel. It was clear that your Ah Ma appreciated Rachelâs efforts to respect tradition and connect with her.
As Nick and Rachel excused themselves right after the conversation they had with your Ah Ma, you discreetly turned your attention to your Auntie Eleanor, who had remained silent during the interaction. She leaned towards your Auntie Jacqueline, who had joined the group just moments ago, she murmured in a low voice, her words clipped yet unmistakable.
âWhen children are away from home for too long, they forget who they are,â she said, gaze pointedly fixed on Nick and Rachel, who were now walking away, laughing softly and exchanging affectionate glances.
You caught the subtle disdain in her tone, her disapproving eyes lingering a second too long on the couple. They looked every but in loveâcompletely engrossed in each other and blissfully unaware of the scrutiny that they were both under. Your Auntie Jacqueline hummed softly in response, neither agreeing or disagreeing, but her expression remained neutral as she sipped her champagne.
However, you on the other hand, felt a small flare of irritation at the remark, biting your tongue to keep from reacting, knowing it would only escalate matters. Instead, you turned your attention back to Lando, who gave your hand a gentle squeeze, as if silently reminding you to let it go.
The evening had stretched long, and though the party had been filled with laughter, music, and warmth of family, your energy was waning. As the guests began to filter out one by one, you and Lando moved through the courtyard, bidding polite goodbyes to your relative. Your Ah Ma gave you both a lingering hug, whispering for you to take care of yourself before letting you go, and by the time you reached your car, your social battery was completely drained.
The drive home was quiet, filled only with the hum of the engine and the occasional flicker of streetlights through the windows. Landoâs hand rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against your dress, offering a wordless comfort.
When you finally arrived home, you sighed in relief, slipping off your heels the moment you crossed the threshold. The familiar sensation of the cool floor against your feet grounding you, and you wasted no time heading towards the bedroom, Lando trailing close behind.
As you entered the room, you turned to him and asked, âcan you please unzip me?â your voice was soft, almost sleepy, gathering your hair and sweeping it to one side.
Lando stepped forward, his hands brushing lightly against your back as he found the zipper. But before he pulled it down, he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck. The warmth of his lips sent a shiver up your spine, and you let out a quiet giggle as it tickled you.
âLan, baby, stop it,â your tone was playful, though you didnât move away.
âJust one,â Lando murmured, grinning as he finally slid the zipper down.
You slipped out of the dress carefully, draping it over the back of a chair before turning to Lando. âThe wedding festivities start tomorrow,â you reminded him as you grabbed one of Lando's oversized white shirts to pull over yourself. âColin and Aramintaâs bachelor and bachelorette parties.â
Lando flopped onto the bed, watching you as you moved around the room. âI told Nick earlier that I wonât be able to make it to Colinâs party,â he said, propping his head on his hand. âIâve got a last minute important Quadrant zoom meeting with Max tomorrow. But honestly, I donât think Colin will even notice Iâm missing. That guy will be too busy enjoying himself.â
âWell, letâs just hope that Colin and Nicky will have fun with the party that Bernard Tai had organized,â you snorted, heading to your walk-in closet to grab one of your suitcases. âBut anyways, Rachel was invited to Aramintaâs bachelorette party. Itâs three days at Samsara Island.â you added, opening the suitcase and began to fold clothes into it.
Lando raised a brow. âSamsara Island?â
âYeah, itâs a private island that her family owns,â you explained. âRachelâs going, and Iâm going too. Sheâll need someone to look out for her.â
Lando sat up a little straighter. âWhy? Whatâs the issue?â
You sighed. âSome of the girls Araminta invited areâŠwell, vicious. They have a way of making anyone they see as an outsider feel unwelcome. Iâm not letting Rachel deal with that alone.â
He reached out, tugging you gently towards him so you were standing between his legs. âYouâre a good friend,â Lando said, hands softly settling on your waist. âBut donât let them drag you into any unnecessary drama, alright? Just keep an eye on Rachel and have some fun too.â
You smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. âIâll try,â you said. âBut someone has to make sure Rachelâs okay.â
âI know,â Lando said, voice light but sincere. âThatâs why Iâm glad she has you.â
You then continued to pack, and as you folded the last set of your clothes and placed them neatly into your suitcase, the room was filled with the quiet rustle of fabric and the occasional click of your luggage zippers. Lando was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, watching you thoughtfully.
âyou know,â you began, glancing at him as you folded a light blouse, âI donât think it went well when Nicky introduced Rachel to Auntie Eleanor tonight.â
Landoâs brows furrowed slightly. âWhy do you think that?â he asked, tone curious but concerned.
You sighed softly, pausing to place the blouse carefully into the suitcase. âIt was shown all over his face,â you explained. âThen when Nick and Rachel left after introducing Rachel to Ah Ma, I overheard her. She made a comment to Auntie Jacqueline about how children who are away from home for too long forget who they are.â
He shook his head, confusion evident. âBut why?â he asked. âRachelâs amazing. Sheâs kind, sweet, and educated, I donât get it. Why wouldnât your Auntie Eleanor like her?â
Straightening, you turned to him, leaning against the dresser for a moment. âItâs kind of complicated,â you said, choosing your words carefully. âItâs not about Rachel as a personâyes, everyone can see how nice, educated, and well mannered she is. But itâs more of where she comes from.â
Lando frowned, still not understanding. âWhat do you mean? Sheâs Chinese, right? I mean, thatâs what matters to your family, isnât it? That she shares the same culture?â
âYes, sheâs Chinese, sure. But sheâs what some people here would call ABCâAmerican Born Chinese.â you said. âShe grew up in the states, and culturally, Rachelâs not the same as us. To someone like Auntie Eleanor, thatâs a big deal. She sees Rachel asâŠnot on the same level as our family.â
His confusion shifted to disbelief. âNot on the same level?â Lando repeated. âWhy? Because she wasnât born in Singapore?â
âItâs more than that. Auntie Eleanor is a very traditional woman, just like every woman in our family. To her, someone like Rachel doesnât understand or respect our familyâs values and traditions. And,â you hesitated for a moment, âshe probably thinks Rachel is only with Nick because of our familyâs money.â
Landoâs jaw tightened slightly. âThatâs really ridiculous,â he said firmly. âNick and Rachel clearly love each other. Even a blind person can see that.â
âI know, I know,â you agreed, letting out a sigh. âBut Nick is the only child and son, and just like Uncle Philip, his father and Ah Maâs only sonâhe's the presumptive heir to the family fortune. Auntie Eleanor wants someone for Nick who comes from the same kind of background, someone whoâs good enough based on her standards. Kaki lang.â
âKaki lang?â Lando repeated, head tilting at the unfamiliar phrase that caught his attention.
âItâs a Hokkien phrase,â you said with a small smile. âIt means our kind of people. Someone whoâs from the same world. In this case, someone from an old money family like ours.â
âSoâŠis that what your family thinks about us?â Lando leaned back slightly, processing everything. âDo they think Iâm not kaki lang?â
You closed your suitcase with a final zip and turned to him, moving to sit beside him on the bed. âLan, baby,â you said softly, placing a hand on his arm. âDefinitely not. No. My family loves you. Ah Ma adores you. You saw how happy she was tonight when she saw you. My parents think youâre wonderful, theyâve never said a single bad thing about you.â
Lando looked at you, his expression still a little uncertain. âButâŠwith all these expectations about family and background, I canât help but wonder what they really think. I mean, you come from an environment where family and tradition are everything.â
You reached up to cup his cheek, tilting his face toward you. âListen to me, Lando Norris,â you said firmly. âYouâre part of my life, and my family has welcomed you with open arms. You saw it tonightâthe way my Dad was so happy for you after your win, the way Ah Ma hugged you and told you to eat more. If they didnât approve of you, they wouldnât treat you that way at all.â
âYouâre sure?â he asked quietly, his gaze softened as he searched your eyes.
You nodded. âA hundred percent. You donât have to worry about what anyone else thinks. Youâre with me, and thatâs all that matters.â
âAlright,â he murmured. âI trust you.â
You leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. âGood. Now, letâs get some rest. Tomorrowâs going to be a long day.â
Lando chuckled softly. âYeah, especially for you. Iâll miss you while youâre off playing bodyguard for Rachel.â
You laughed, the sound light and warm. âIâll miss you too.â
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Would you say there is a singular and perfect representation of the âaverage humanâ?
No.
What is âneurotypicalâ?
I use it to describe someone who does not have cognitive, mental, and/or neurological disabilities.
I am aware that these concepts are fuzzy, but that doesn't mean that they're nonsense. Race, too, is a socially constructed category -- and its boundaries have shifted over time -- but I don't think it's useless to refer to some people as white, and others as people of color.
Many disability scholars acknowledge that the category is kind of a moving target, but come up with adequate models. Alison Kafer describes several competing models of disability in the introduction to Feminist, Queer, Crip. If you ask politely, I'd be happy to say more about this (can't promise that it would be soon, tho).
One important piece of this puzzle is the fact that âautismâ and âADHDâ are terms created by individuals to describe individuals.
I genuinely don't understand why you're saying this. How does it contradict the point I tried to make in the original post?
The DSM changes every 5-7 years.
So does the driver's manual in my state. That doesn't mean anyone and everyone can change road law on a whim.
I am completely open to many critiques of the APA, but I don't think it's fair to say "This relatively new field of science is still adjusting, therefore it's bullshit."
I do not personally think itâs a bad thing that social media is spreading awareness about quirks that are human- thus, ultimately convincing humans that they are having human responses- with responses that once made them feel alien for feeling it.
I am not convinced there's a sizable percentage of people who feel alienated because they like music in general a lot. There... could be? But right now, I haven't seen or heard anything that indicates large numbers of people think feel inhuman because they get songs stuck in their heads.
Radical honesty time: I'm straight up not sure what you were trying to say there, so maybe my comment is off the mark? But that's my best attempt to address the concern as it's been expressed.
I donât see how a label someone gives themselves, or receives from a professional, changes the âlegitimacyâ of finally having your feelings fit into a âcategoryâ such as neurodiversity/the spectrum.
I... never said other people having autism changes the legitimacy of my own experience? I just don't think that you automatically have it if you've ever fought for social justice.
I'd also like to note that autism isn't entirely about how you feel. I'm not talking about where my "feelings fit."
How does this affect you enough to throw shade about it?
I think psychology has a long way to go, but I still consider the discipline (a relatively young branch of) science. I like it when people believe scientific facts. I understand psychology reasonably well, and so when I see people repeatedly spread psychological claims that are just false, it frustrates me.
Realistically, psychology will continue to evolve in ways that emphasize spectrums as a way to understand consciousness.
Autism.... already is a spectrum???? According to the DSM???? They started describing it as a spectrum before the first Toy Story movie.
Also, four sentences ago it seemed like you were saying it's bad that the DSM changes. Isn't evolution, as you put it, a form of change?
TikTok has convinced so many people that you're autistic or ADHD if you have completely typical experiences like "getting songs stuck in your head" or "having a strong sense of social justice" or "reverently kissing the ice-cold crown of the crow lord". No, you do not need to have autism to squeeze your eyes shut and stand completely still as a living statue to demonstrate your total submission to the crow lord. Plenty of neurotypical people bring him tributes of glass beads, tinfoil strips, roadkill, coins from dead men's pockets, and mice or rabbits fattened weeks in advance. Honestly TikTok has become such a dangerous engine for spreading misinformation. I wouldn't be surprised if they provoke the wrath of the crow lord soon.
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siblings or dating?
mary fowler x mancity!reader
summary: people never knew what your relationship was like with your doppelgÀnger
itâs always been something people noticed first. the resemblance.
you still remember the first time you met mary, both of you showing up early to manchester cityâs preseason camp. its weird wearing blue, since you were used to the pink you wore for portland.Â
the first person you spotted was mary. you spotted her across the field and froze for half a secondâshe looked like you. same sharp jawline, matching cheekbones, eyes that crinkled the same way when she laughed.Â
she mustâve felt it too because when her gaze landed on you, she blinked, tilted her head, and gave you the same crooked grin you wore when you were confused.
âweird,â sheâd said when you finally introduced yourselves, shaking hands, studying each other like you were staring into a mirror.
âyeah.. uh.. itâs a little weird,â you agreed, trying to suppress the laugh that bubbled in your throat.
it wasnât until months later that you realized how much weirder it would get. teammates made jokes almost immediately, calling you âtwinsâ when you sat next to each other on the team bus, making you pair up for drills because âyouâre basically the same person.âÂ
you and mary laughed it off at first. then it started becoming a thing. fans pointing it out on social media. commentators stumbling over how to describe you when you lined up next to each other on the pitch.Â
your own families were raising eyebrows when you brought mary home over the holidays. itâs impossible not to see it: you look alike.
so when you and mary fell into a relationshipâa slow burn that neither of you expected but both of you welcomedâyou wondered how the hell you were going to explain it to anyone outside the locker room.
âweâre not sisters,â mary said once, teasing you after a particularly brutal âtwinâ joke from the team.Â
âi promise. iâm just the prettier version of you.â
you rolled your eyes but smiled anyway because, well, you thought mary was beautiful. it didnât matter that she looked like you; she wasnât you. she was stubborn and fierce and australian and always knew when to crack a joke to lighten the mood.Â
she wasnât your mirrorâshe was your partner.
it didnât stop the world from noticing, though. the viral moment happened on an ordinary saturday afternoon, city up by a single goal against arsenal. you were desperate to close the game out, sprinting into the box as the minutes ticked down. laia sent a pass your way, and you didnât thinkâjust struck the ball cleanly, sending it past the keeper into the far corner.
the stadium erupted. you spun around, pumping your fists in celebration, and then mary was there, arms wrapping around you from behind, lifting you off the ground.
âyes, y/n!â she shouted into your ear, her voice breaking through the roar of the crowd.
you laughed, leaning back against her, letting the moment settle over you. you could feel her grinning against your shoulder, her excitement bleeding into yours.Â
for a second, you forgot that you were on a pitch in front of thousands of peopleâit was just you and mary, a girl who loved you and who you loved right back.
the moment exploded on social media.
fans who followed you closely were thrilled, posting screenshots of maryâs arms around you, captions calling it the sweetest thing theyâd ever seen. but casual viewers, the ones who didnât know your story, were confused.
âare they sisters or girlfriends?â
âthis is so weird. they look identical.â
âis anyone going to talk about how sheâs dating her doppelgĂ€nger?â
you and mary laughed about it later, scrolling through twitter together on the couch. mary leaned her head on your shoulder, smirking as she read a particularly unhinged comment aloud.
âitâs strange, isnât it?â you murmured, setting your phone down.Â
mary hummed, thoughtful for a beat.Â
âmaybe. but we donât have to explain anything to anyone, do we?â
she was right. you didnât owe anyone an explanation. you didnât owe them the story of how you met,and how you fell in love. youâd found someone who made you feel seen and loved and wholeâsomeone who just happened to look like you.
âbesides,â mary added, nudging you playfully,Â
âyouâre lucky. not everyone gets to date someone as beautiful as me.â
you rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you kissed her temple.Â
âyouâre right. iâm lucky.â
and you were.
you didnât care what anyone else thought. mary was yours, and you were hers, and that was all that mattered.
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ââ # đđđ„đđŠđ§đ đđŠ đđąđĄđšđŠ lawyer! abby anderson
content warnings. Â Â Â Â Â 18+ MDNI, nsfw content, SMUT, female-bodied reader, lawyer! abby anderson, apprentice! reader, semi-public sex, office sex, implied age gap (?), power imbalance, praise kink (reader), fingering, eating out, kissing, tiny spots of dark content,
author's note. Â this is really just yapping and some smut but hopefully it's not disappointing either way HAHAHAHA enjoy.........
so, there wasnât a lot you could have done about the unfortunate hours you were called in for just try and bear it with the unlimited coffee that the office let you have. you wouldnât call it a christmas bonus, but it was definitely not the cheap blend they left out, this one actually tasted like coffee and not just some dirt brown liquid with some caffeine sprinkled in it. for a law firm designed for the people who had money to spare, they sure skimped on procurement of the cure for sleep deprivation.
âletâs have a chat in my office.â
out of anything that graced the earth to wake people up, miss anderson, top partner of the law firm and who you were assigned to do grunt work before you could take on your own cases was the best remedy for the last rush of cases before everything stopped for the holidays.
miss anderson always asked you at times like this to sit into her chair, imagine yourself as the top partner, and the stress it came with which you usually stammered out a couple of apologies for because you were there to make her life easier, not to stress her out even more with your rookie comments.
âdonât worry darling, itâs the managing partnerâs fault, not yours.â
comments like that puts you at ease, gives you back that spark you need to keep going for that bright future of being a big shot lawyer at one of the best law firms nationwide. it gives her the very opportunity she was looking for to take advantage of- you buried deep within her cherry-picked praises that you donât even notice when she goes to the door to turn the lock and dim the lights, that her heels are now not clicking with rush but with a sort of sultriness (not that you were paying attention to anything but her words).
and oh god her words, she could talk you into anything and she knew it, abused it just the way you wouldnât complain about it to anyone, and even if you thought about gloating, there was just no way anyone would believe you. it was an all-evil plot to use you for her own ease, to get rid of that thumping headache that always tore through her eyes and ears.
ânext to your christmas bonus, I have come up with my own form of⊠gratitude.â
 because everything has led up to this moment, although she wasnât too keen on kneeling for an apprentice, her head being between your thighs with the plush of them warming her ears and your moans calming that migraine that the snow and deadlines brought with themselves. needing and wanting more was on both of your minds as miss andersonâs tongue delved deeper within your leaking hole, with a thumb gently circling your clit and an empty hand filling itself with all that it could find under your white button up.
she is slowly easing you into a rhythm, something that followed the tempo of the slow christmas music faintly playing in the background, but overtime as the world faded, so did the sluggish movements of her tongue and fingers, and soon she was eating you out like there was a time rush, a hungry animal who could only survive on your sweet nectar pried from you with numbing pleasure.
you couldnât place yourself when the knot in your stomach started to tighten, the rush of adrenaline that surged through you at the promise of an orgasm made you tear up the expensive leather of your bossâs chair and almost dig a hole into her spine with your high heel. it was a shot of ecstasy after each bold stroke of her finger that moved through your clenching walls and if she hadnât told you to keep quiet then stuff your panties into your mouth to actually keep you quiet, you were almost certain that cops wouldâve showed up at the rate you would have screamed at.
but the night wasnât over after she kissed and fingered you through your climax, not when her lips were so addicting that after she completely pulled away, hands cradling your face as she pulled you closer to herself. on top of her desk, legs open and skirt riding up until her black lacy panties just peak out, letting you have a sample like a search-and-rescue dog, getting you hooked on the smell alone and having you want more and more until there is nothing left for you to look for.
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đïž âKeys Are People, Tooâ 100 Chapter Q&A âïž (ongoing!)
(Last edit: 12/20 10:40 CST)
Hi! :) If yâall donât know me my name is Inco (itâs not but shh) and I write a fanfiction for Cinderella Boy called Keys Are People, Too. Itâs not finished, itâs ongoing and rapidly approaching 100 chapters XD (yes we are like four chapters away but shh rounding) (I PROMISE WEâRE ALMOST TO THE LAST ACT). So because of an ask from @isitamia and, weâll say the 100 chapter milestone⊠tada Q&A??
I donât know how many people are going to engage with this but thatâs totally okay :) I love ranting about stuff and Iâve put a lot of thought into this story, so it would be cool to have an outlet to answer some questions where they donât get forgotten in AO3 comments. And if you guys also have general questions about writing advice/things like that, I am not an expert but I do also like talking about stories.
So please ask! Iâm not planning to close this at any specific timeâI was thinking yâall could comment questions under this post or via reblogs (I might miss them in reblogs though) and I will edit this post to answer them, and also reply to you so you know your question is answered. This might get like 10 notes and thatâs fine haha (I have zero idea how many people regularly read my story beyond the ones who leave comments), but if there are a lot of questions Iâll try to categorize them. Really just a place to drop info for fun :)
Q&A below âŹïž
I tried to make it organized. It's... kind of organized. Kind of.
Plot/Characters
"What key archetype isn't one of the siblings? Do we get to know their archetypes soon?" asked by @spookieee28 12/20
I'm not gonna say the archetypes at this point in time because it risks spoilers. You will find out by the end of the story and hopefully by that points all of the archetypes should be relatively clear. Some have already been mentioned like the chapter "Heralds and Thieves" for Jade and Cooper, I think (?) Cora has been mentioned as the Innocent archetype, etcetera.
"Which character do you struggle writing the most and which feels easier for you, if you have preferences?" asked by @isitamia 12/20
"Do you ever struggle with keeping Cinderella Boy's canon characters in character?" asked by @isitamia 12/20
I'll answer both of these together. Chase is pretty easy for me because I just channel chaotic gremlin energy and it seems to work. Buddy is OKAY although I am struggling right now making him vulnerable while still retaining him Buddy-ish-ness if that makes sense? Deacon is just Deacon... I am sorry, I feel like I don't really do anything to characterize him, he's just there as a sounding board XD I will say- I daydream situations for CB ALL THE TIME which gives me a lot of comfortability with the canon characters and considering what they would do and say and how they would react. I do have a little bit of difficulty characterizing the human keys so I just kinda went like "oh WELL that's because, UUHHHH, the key siblings don't match the keys exactly! That's it that's the answer!" because I felt like Silver wasn't quite Silver-ish and stuff. As for struggling writing the most I have two main answers.
BRONTE. For those who maybe haven't read this but are scrolling through it anyway, or aren't there yet, Bronte is the "human" version of Bronze and I kinda accidentally eliminated him from the story until like... the 80th chapte ror something like that. I had a lot of trouble actually writing his dialogue and scenes with Chase. It just did not have Bronze's snarky energy. So that was tough and I feel bad because I really feel like I did not do him justice :c
DUKE RAVENELL!!!!!! Ravenell hates me. He gives me so much trouble primarily because I just plunked him in at the beginning and didn't give him a real personality beyond a few vague notions. I've really had to sculpt his character as I went and it's especially difficult because Ravenell is intended to do a lot of plot device-ing. He perpetuates a lot of themes in the story and he is a HUGE character foil to Chase, because he often reflects the opposite of Chase's (and Idonea's) values and intentions. I want him to be morally grey and I am constantly fighting a BATTLE with this man to make sure he isn't too likeable or too hateable. I posted on Tumblr like a week ago really just asking for a diagnostic and the response made my day because people are all OVER the place about this man, some people love him, some will never forgive him, some are like "he's alright but there's something off about him and I can't help but distrust him" and others are like "I know he keeps making mistakes but I can't help but trust him" and I LOVE IT. Fortunately I think he's finally in a place perception-wise where I want him. I want the confusion. So badly. Only now I have to continue to fight this stupid tug-o'-war to keep him properly dividing until the end of the story XD
Behind the scenes
"How did you come up with the plot for KAPT? Was it just a little thought that popped up in your head one day, or did you have like inspiration or something?" asked by @xcitrix 12/20
"Did you have an idea for how you wanted the story to end when you first started writing or did you come up with more ideas while working on it?" asked by @lapileaf 12/20
I'mma answer both of these (and any others if they are asked) in kinda the same go if that's alright. In August I was wanting to write some fanfiction for CB, and one idea rotating in my head was, what if Chase went into a nonfiction book? Like he thought it the most effective way to study for a history project, or he saw a mention of Ex Libris, or something. So, completely directionless, I drabbled out the first chapter of KAPT where they find the book in the museum and... adopt it. And then it sat there in my Google Docs for like two weeks while I worked on a different fanfiction, Violets and Chains. I tried to return to it a little bit and got through the first anthology chapter where they're in the Chartesia battle, but that too did not have a plot behind it, I was like "myeh... trebuchets... uh... and now there's a guy... oh maybe they're PRISONERS..." And then brain did not work and I gave up. Eventually got myself together, BS-ed the rest of the scene, and then sat down and essentially ranted to myself about potential ideas until I figured out the plot.
More ideas have kept cropping up as I've worked on it. There are certain puzzle pieces that are foreshadowed in even teh first ten chapters that I didn't even mean to foreshadow because I hadn't thought of the yet - the plot was generally mapped out but has defintely been refined and added to as time goes on. Eventually you get into the flow of a story and everything just starts clicking into place, like you yourself are theorizing about an external work. Keep in mind that because I am publishing it as I write each chapter, KAPT is a first draft, and I have to hatch out plot points and main parts of the story as I write and make my best effort to recover any loose threads or things like that. It's a fun exercise!
"Do you plan to stick to the story you have already till the end or is there a possiblity you'll have to change some things if we get to know more about canon Ex Libris/Buddy lore while it's still ongoing?" asked by @iwikpines 12/20
There are some new bits of information that are kinda iffy for KAPT, but ultimately because KAPT takes place inside a book most of the Buddy/Ex Libris lore is not applicable. Regarding Buddy's situation I am going to go ahead like I was planning to originally, and I'll add a disclaimer when time permits. I don't think either way throws a wrench in the plans too much but I would rather be confident in the themes I've already set up as opposed to trying to hastily recover new lore in the last third of the story, if that makes sense.
"How did you come up with your ocs? I know some, like Jaime, come from another original story of yours ... but what about characters like Ravenell, Galeus, and Rose? What inspired you? How did you decide their personaltiy, their struggles? Did you take inspiration from yourself for anyone, similar to how Punko took inspiration from herself for Chase? Do you follow any specific process to come up with ocs, like follow a list, scheme, or coming up with hypothetical scneraios?" asked by @isitamia 12/20
A lot of the characters are cameos from a passion project I've been working on for years called IFI (no I will not tell you what it stands for) - Jaime and emma are from there, as well as several others including Alexei, Nishan, Mattheo, Kelitia, Indie (the Marchioness), King Aarius, and King Olivyn. So those are just plunked in and then Jaime decided to become part of the plot. As for the other original characters made specifically for KAPT, they just kinda got plopped in for one reason or another (I wanted Rose to connect to the Chartesia lore, Ravenell to have a foil for Chase, and Galeus because, well, there had to be a king) and then I slowly worked to build connections, themes, and character. Often times I don't specifically sit down and think "this character will be this way", it just emerges naturally from their dialogue, like I'm chiseling something out that was already in the stone like an archeologist, as opposed to carving my own new sculpture. I've always written that way and it makes it difficult when I am required to add structure to my writing or explain why I do things the way I do. I will say it is all VERY inspired from my own life and beliefs; Rose exists as a confidante in the story, and many of her more preachy dialogue pieces are things I'm getting out of my system. So yeah, not really a lot of structure to it, they just appear... and I figure them out as I go... most of my characters are in some way facets of myself or the way I percieve life. As I get more experienced with writing I'm sure I'll be more intentional with them, but for now, they are Athena and I am Zeus.
"How do you post daily" (kind of) asked by @isitamia 12/20
To give an actual answer for this because I know it's a lot to post a 2-4k chapter PER DAY - I am a student and have a LOT of downtime in class where I can't really do anything but write. That is how. Also, I have taught myself to be a prolific writer because that is the thing in my life I can always rely on when other things are unstable.
"How did you extend the story so far? I love the plot and it's kinda insane how you were able to develop it so much, at this point it's a full novel and I kinda live for it LOL. Also how long would you consider one act?" asked by @shyve3 12/20
Two parts to this question, I will answer them both;
I didn't mean to. I am really bad about being concise; I can't. When I write and get passionate about a story there's so much I want to stay and I can rarely fit it into what most people consider a pallatable length. I just get going and... idk... unstoppable force or something lol. And yes KAPT is at least the length of a typical trilogy XD ITS BEEN FIVE MONTHS
Regarding the act question, I ORIGINALLY said KAPT would be three acts, with the first ending when Chase goes down into Rose's "tomb" for the first time, the second ending with the Bronte part, and the third being the final one. It is actually more like four now, with the "second" act split into two at the masquerade ball. We are so close to being onto the actual final act, which should be a 4th of the total fic, so we have maybe 30 chapters left (?) (we'll see lol)
I don't have a specific length, it's just the way the story tends to ebb and flow if that makes sense?
General stuff
"Do you have any advice as a writer?" asked by @iwikpines 12/20
I AM SO BAD ABOUT THIS because I really do just go type type type and words appear. I know there's more to it than that but I've spent a lot of time writing and not a lot of time learning how to write so I have the experience without the actual education behind it. Write what you care about :) I mean NO DUH but like - your best stories will come from the heart. You will find prolificness (is that a word?) in PASSION. If I didn't care about Cinderella Boy or the themes I'm trying to communicate in KAPT would I spent my days writing a chapter a day ABSOLUTELY FRIGGIN NOT I'd be writing a different story. So yeah - write what you love and your audience will find you. What the world needs is a buncha people doing what they love really well because it's what they care about. Also, I didn't include your full comment here, but I am excited to read your fanfiction! <3 Please post it on Tumblr when you also post it elsewhere!
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Sherlock fandom
It is in the Details
He had always been meticulous, even as a child. It was his brother who taught him to observe and to keep an eye out for tiny details.Â
âThe more subtle, the more elegant people will find you. Whether it is your attire or your movements. That way, they will not question your ulterior motives,â Mycroft told him.
Sherlock considered this, and when Mycroft bought him the Belstaff and had added the red buttonhole, he understood. It added an eye-catching sophistication to the garment. The fact that it was one of a kind, made it even more special.
Before he attended his first official crime scene, Sherlock Holmes, the worldâs only consulting detective, used a fair amount of his inheritance on expensive hair products, had a bespoke cologne made, purchased Italian leather shoes, and spent an agonising hour at one of Savile Rowâs tailors to have his measurements taken.
âOnly blue and black suits. A dozen white shirts. Two of the aubergine ones over there. Two of that shade of blue. No ties.â
The tailor didnât even bat an eyelid when Sherlock made his order and insisted that everything should be tightly fitted.
âI need to breathe, but thatâs about it.â
âOf course,â the tailor replied.
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âWho are you, and what have you done with that high as a kite kid who turned up and solved a crime for me last year?â Greg Lestrade asked when Sherlock strode towards him.
âGone. Iâm clean as of last month. Just what you commanded, detective inspector,â Sherlock drawled. âNow, where are the bodies?â
Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson werenât as easily dazzled by his newly invented persona, but Sherlock saw them as irrelevant, so he didn't care about being offended by their snarky comments.
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âJust look at you,â Mrs Hudson cooed when Sherlock knocked on her door.
Her favourite colour is still purple. Recently been to the hairdresser. Didnât get that cat after all.
âHello, Mrs Hudson. Lovely to see you again. Are you still renting out the upstairs flat?â
âI take it you are interested,â the elderly woman said and winked. âDonât you think itâs a bit big for just you. A flatmate would be nice. What do you say?â
âWho would tolerate living with me?â Sherlock answered with a grimace.
âOh, come now, Sherlock. Deep down youâre as fluffy as a plushie,â she stated.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and went upstairs to take a proper look at 221B.
It was cluttered, but the atmosphere was cosy, even though it hadnât been inhabited for several months.Â
It feels like a proper home, but do I want to share it with another man? Iâve never lived with other people than my family before. None of my peers tolerated me for more than a few minutes at a time. I find it hard to believe that somewhere out in the London streets, a man walks around willing to share this flat with a pompous and infuriating git as myself. It would be nothing short of a miracle if that was the case.
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âSherlock, meet an old friend of mine, John Watson,â Mike called out when he walked into the lab.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the fair-haired man. To Sherlockâs astonishment this John Watson offered to let him borrow his phone when Sherlock asked Mike for his, even though he knew it was safely tucked into his coat pocket.
âAfghanistan or Iraq?â
The awe in the manâs eyes, made Sherlock look away quickly to hide his own confusion. No one had ever gazed at him like that.
âWho said anything about a flatmate?â John asked when heâd gathered himself after Sherlockâs rapid deductions about his career, family, and wound.
âMike did,â Sherlock explained and put on his coat and scarf with deliberate movements.
Donât think I havenât noticed the way you look at my hands and neck, John Watson.
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âWill you be needing the upstairs bedroom?â Mrs Hudson asked when she followed him and John into 221B the next day.
John blushed but didnât answer, which was quite promising.
âWeâll let you know,â Sherlock mumbled.
âWe have all sort around here,â she assured them before she went down to her own flat.
John placed his cane by the red chair and wandered around to look at all the eccentricities the flat had to offer. The more he walked around, the less he limped, much to Sherlockâs satisfaction.
âYes, I think this will do just fine,â John said and made himself comfortable in the upholstery chair.
***
âHow did you get glitter in your hair?â John asked two days before Christmas later that year.
âI went to Libertyâs to buy some decorations for our tree,â Sherlock said.
âWhat happened to the Grinch I moved in with in February?â
âHe fell in love with an ex-army doctor with a psychosomatic limp,â Sherlock quipped.
âDid he, now,â John murmured and circled his arms around Sherlockâs waist.
Sherlock hummed and bent down to kiss John softly.
âNoticed anything else?â he asked innocently and at bit breathless when they parted.
âI did actually. Youâve been to your tailor,â John said with a broad smile.
âTell me,â Sherlock purred and sucked Johnâs bottom lip into his mouth.
âJust spotted some small things. Your shirt isnât tucked into your trousers in its usually way, one button is only half buttoned, and your left trouser leg has a â â
Sherlock interrupted Johnâs deductions with a passionate kiss. He looked down into the blue eyes and it felt like he was drowning in a sea of adoration.
âYou are a marvel, John Watson,â he whispered.
âJust paying attention to the details that are out of order,â John shrugged, a bit embarrassed by such praise.
âA shame you only catch such details when it comes to me and not at crime scenes.â
John slapped Sherlockâs arse, called him a brat, and went to make tea, while Sherlock decorated the tree.
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Picture the couple dynamic of Riddle dating a male Yuu and Floyd. Just the fact a date night could be dancing the waltz with Riddle then Club dancing with Floyd.
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Regardless though, I am proud of how this turned out, I think it's cute, and I hope that you like it :D I read this as poly so wrote it as such. Which is easily done for me as a queer poly writer ww
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Summary:Â Date nights can be interesting when Floyd is in a mood and Riddle, after some prodding, feels competitive. [Name] is in for a ride tonight, huh? The homework will have to wait.
TW/CW:Â polyamory
Notes:Â established relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them, pronouns for the reader, FloRid, explicitly post Book 3
Guest Stars:Â Jade Leech (mentioned), Trey Clover (mentioned)
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FloRid x Yuu (Polycule)
Floyd was the one who approached you first but Riddle was the one who proposed an actual relationship. They've competed since.
For whatever reason [Name] is the reason they compete and the force that can make them work together all the same.
Dates with Floyd are spontaneous and fun.
He likes to go dancing or visit sights. He always buys weird things.
Depending on the outing, there may be a souvenir for Jade.
Riddle prefers quieter things mostly but bigger events are always classy as if from a storybook. Floyd makes fun of this.
Riddle has not had much relationship experience up until now.
Trey once told [Name] that it is "very like Riddle" to make the decision to "over-achieve" and have two partners instead of one.
Trey also notes that this might be a rebellion against his mother.
As much as they compete with each other to take [Name] on the best dates, they also work together for bigger events like [Name]'s birthday or an anniversary for the three of them.
Even if they seem at odds, Floyd and Riddle do care for each other in their own way. Their love for each other is expressed through their bickering, it seems. Please bear with them.
And, hey. [Name] gets discounts and Mostro Lounge now and has two "scary dogs" should anything go wrong.
"What did you say to Shrimpy? Wanna get squeezed?"
"I'll have you know that's against school rules. Off with y-"
"We should go," Floyd commented, lying on the couch in a way that made [Name] wonder if he had bones. This is boring."
They sighed at Floyd's impatience. They had agreed, the three of them, to only go down to the city (with the permission of the faculty) after they had finished their work. Floyd didn't care much for homework, but Riddle had become so furious about the possibility of getting a zero on an assignment that both [Name] and Floyd ceded.
"I know it's boring but we promised Riddle," [Name] chose to say.
"I knowwwww," Floyd whined, "But you didn't say it would take this long. We're never going to make it down there at this rateeee."
Riddle turned to Floyd, glaring.
"Well maybe if someone helped build this model we'd be done by now. But a certain eel I know decided he wasn't in the mood for homework."
It was said through gritted teeth, Riddle was holding back his anger.
"Aww, Riddle is mad at me~" Floyd cooed at him.
The eelmer had only recently started calling Riddle and [Name] by their actual names and not some ocean creature nickname. Cute as the nicknames were (well [Name] liked theirs, Riddle hated his), it was nice to be seen as... people. And not fish. That might not make sense if it weren't about Floyd the chaos demon.
"I am mad at you. We need to finish this model or Professor Trein will... I don't know but I don't want to find out!" Riddle told them.
"Riddle... Maybe we should take a little break," [Name] suggested, reaching out to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Riddle tensed slightly at the contact before relaxing against their hand. He was slowly becoming more used to things like this.
"See? [Name] gets me."
Floyd gave a big toothy grin their way.
"Floyd, I don't approve of you not helping, you know."
They shot him a glare.
"Sorrryyyy~" Floyd apologized though [Name] was unsure if he meant it genuinely, "Just bored out of my damn mind, here."
"I know you two want to go, but if we fail this..." Riddle trailed off for a second, looking toward the floor.
[Name] sighed again, looking between their boyfriends.
"I know, Riddle... Grades matter. But so does going out once in a while so we don't all get cabin fever."
Riddle nodded slowly.
"You're right...." he told [Name], though he seemed a bit unsure.
"And we have plans for later tonight," [Name] added, smiling.
They did have plans. Riddle and Floyd had worked out something so both of their ideas were able to come to fruition (though Floyd summarized in a much more crude way to [Name], saying "this date night being like if our ideas fucked!"). Floyd had said this in front of Trey Clover who pretended not to hear it. It had been... a day.
"We made a deal," Floyd added, now upsidedown on the couch for some reason, "Deals are serious in the mind of us merfolk, ya know. Azul'd tell you. Me first, then you, date night!"
"That's one way to summarize it, yes..." Riddle paused once more, "You're both right. Let's just... set it aside for now, and, um, go."
"Yay!" [Name] cheered.
"FUCK YEAH!"
Floyd tackled Riddle in a hug that knocked the Heartslabyul housewarden to the ground. Still, the redhead did not complain (this time anyway). Floyd would do as Floyd does.
"We need to get ready to go unless you want to wear uniforms?" [Name] said, looking between Floyd and Riddle dressed in their dorm attire, "Though I'm not sure that's appropriate dress..."
"I'll change into something."
"I have a whole thing planned, Shrimpy~"
[45 MINUTES LATER]
As it would seem. they still had plenty of time. While [Name] needed some time to get dressed and ready, it would seem the second years were both capable of clothes-changing magic. Riddle's the seamless and instant whereas Floyd took a few tries as his magic can be fickle.
"Ready!" [Name] called, running down the stairs towards the two boys they loved the most.
Riddle wearing a suit that [Name] thought looked expensive and Floyd dressed like he was some model (they were always impressed with his sense of style). It was a sight to see, for them only they liked to think. These two were something special.
Floyd took their hand in his.
"My turn first, Riddle said so."
"Just don't get arrested," Riddle quipped.
Heading into town, Floyd had managed to find a club that allowed high schoolers in some areas, a place where they could dance their cares away. [Name] was excited, they knew Floyd could dance well when he was in the mood for it. Jade had told them so.
Floyd pulled Riddle and [Name] onto the floor and guided them to the sound of the music, telling them about his day and making fun of Riddle's inability to dance to the club's choice of music.
"It's not the kind I'm used to!" Riddle protested.
"You look like a fish out of water," Floyd teased, "[Name] can do it, you try harder and maybe you'll catch up to us, Fishie~"
"You shut up, Floyd!"
Riddle's face was as bright red as his hair and [Name] almost wanted to laugh. They were sure it took a lot of planning and compromise to get Riddle to agree to come to a place like this with the two of them.
They couldn't help but wonder what Riddle's "turn" for date night would entail. Floyd took them somewhere Riddle didn't like... Would Riddle be messing with Floyd too? All in good fun, of course, part of being in a relationship is trying new things with and for each other.
As the minutes ticked by, the time came for Riddle to take over.
"This better not be something boring like studying," Floyd told him.
"I wouldn't take you out to the town to study," Riddle said, "A study date would happen at [Name]'s dorm or somewhere else."
"Blehh, study dates are so boring. You made us read advanced textbooks!" Floyd groaned.
"It will help your grades."
Riddle thought it would, anyway.
"My grades are fine!" Floyd told them.
Riddle was sure that was a lie. Floyd shifted drastically between getting high grades and low ones that scared the professors.
"Are they?" Riddle asked him.
[Name] raised a brow.
"Yeah... Are they, Floyd?"
Floyd ignored the question and Riddle led them towards an older-looking building, something similar to their school. Was it a dance hall? He held a hand in each of his as he guided them into what might as well be called "Riddle's version of a dance club." It was some kind of social club, everyone dressed in formal wear similar to Riddle's suit.
[Name] felt a bit out of place but remained comfortable with their hand in Riddle's and surrounded by the tall eelmer whose clothing was also mismatched to the event. They knew if something truly went wrong, Floyd would end everyone here... Even if that was a bit scary to imagine. They hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"Shall we?" Riddle asked [Name], guiding them towards the dancefloor.
Floyd let go of Riddle's hand at the same moment.
"This kinda thing is too stuffy for me, you guys have fun~ I'm gonna go see what food they have."
Floyd grinned and [Name] (and Riddle] felt bad for those at the food table. It would be okay... maybe.
[Name] turned to Riddle.
"Let's do this," they said, following him and allowing Riddle to guide them in a simple waltz to the beautiful music.
"I hope this is fun for you," Riddle whispered to his lover.
"I feel underdressed but this is nice," [Name] told him, "And there's even a fountain of shrimp for Floyd to gnaw on."
The two continued to dance in circles, every once in a while catching a glimpse of Floyd eating food and scaring guests with his teeth.
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Imagine the rest yourself~
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In the Space Between: Chapter 18
OTHER CHAPTERS:
Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5
Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10
Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15
Chapter 16 I Chapter 17
Pairing: Glen Powell x OC
Summary: Glen and Gabby savor their long-awaited reunion, starting with a cozy coffee date where they reconnect over laughter and conversation. Back at Gabbyâs apartment, Glen convinces her to focus on studying while he tackles some of her chores, finding joy in the normalcy of helping her. Their playful banter takes a turn when Gabby tries to stop him from folding laundry, leading to a lighthearted wrestling match that ends with them tangled together on the bed.
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Smut (Light hair pulling. Protected Sex. P in V.) I promise one day I'll right more interesting smut but I'm still new to writing smut so keeping it simple for now.
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The sun was warm but not stifling as Glen and Gabby strolled down the quiet street toward her favorite coffee shop. The hum of the city filled the airâcars passing, a faint honk in the distance, and the occasional bark of a dog being walked by its owner. Gabby felt the corners of her mouth tug upward every time she glanced sideways at Glen. He was here, walking next to her, his hand brushing hers occasionally as they moved in sync. She had to resist the urge to pinch herself, still half-convinced this was all some vivid dream.
âYouâre staring,â Glen said, his voice soft and teasing.
She glanced up at him and shrugged lightly. âI just⊠I canât believe youâre here. This doesnât feel real.â
Glen chuckled, and before she could pull her hand away, he caught it in his, lacing their fingers together. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. âItâs real, Gabby. Iâm here. And Iâve missed you like crazy. I had a small break in filming today and tomorrow and I knew that there wasnât any other way I wanted to spend it.â
Her chest tightened, and she squeezed his hand back, not trusting herself to speak without her voice breaking.
When they reached the coffee shop, the warm scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped them like a hug. Gabby led the way to a cozy table in the corner, tucked away from the bustling counter. Glen pulled out her chair before taking the one across from her, leaning his forearms on the table as if closing the small space between them even more.
âThis place is cute,â he said, glancing around at the mismatched wooden furniture and chalkboard menu above the counter.
âItâs my go-to,â Gabby said, scanning the menu. âThe tea here is great, and they make this avocado toast thatâs ridiculously good. Iâve heard the coffee is good too, but you know how I feel about coffee.â
âIâll be the judge of that,â Glen said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair. âThough I think Iâd eat just about anything if it meant I could sit here with you.â
Gabby rolled her eyes playfully but couldnât suppress the blush creeping up her neck. âYouâre so cheesy.â
âMaybe,â he admitted, his grin widening.
When their food arrivedâGabbyâs avocado toast and Glenâs bacon-and-egg sandwichâthey dug in, the conversation flowing easily between bites. They talked about everything and nothing: Gabbyâs classes, Glenâs time on set, and the small moments they had missed sharing during their weeks apart.
At one point, Glen reached across the table, brushing his thumb over her knuckles as he held her hand. âYou know,â he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear, âI could sit here forever. Just talking to you.â
Her heart swelled, and she blinked back the tears threatening to form before taking another bite of her toast.
The walk back to Gabbyâs apartment was slower, more leisurely. The comfortable silence between them was occasionally broken by Glen pointing out little things he noticedâthe dog trotting by with its tongue lolling out, a family laughing on the steps of a brownstone, or the way the autumn leaves scattered across the sidewalk seemed to crunch louder underfoot. Gabby didnât mind the quiet; it felt natural, like they were slipping back into a rhythm she hadnât realized she missed so much.
When they reached her apartment, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside so Glen could enter first. He barely made it two steps inside before a flash of orange fur darted toward him.
âWillow!â Gabby called, half in surprise, half in amusement.
The orange tabby cat skidded to a halt at Glenâs feet, her fluffy tail held high as she circled him. She gave a loud, insistent meow, then rubbed herself against his legs, purring like a tiny engine.
âWell, hey there,â Glen said, crouching down to her level. He reached out cautiously, but Willow wasnât shy. She nuzzled into his hand, practically shoving her head into his palm as though she couldnât get enough attention.
Gabby stood frozen in the doorway, watching the interaction with a mix of disbelief and humor. âShe⊠she never does that.â
Glen glanced up at her, his hand still gently scratching behind the catâs ears. âI mean Iâm kind of her favorite. Didnât you say sheâs basically claimed my shirt as hers?â
The cat responded with another loud purr, pressing her face into his knee.
Gabby shook her head, a grin spreading across her face as she closed the door and leaned against it. âSheâs really laying it on thick. I think she likes you more than me right now.â
Glen chuckled, standing back up as Willow weaved between his ankles. âWhat can I say? Iâm irresistible.â
Gabby rolled her eyes playfully but couldnât deny how much the sight warmed her heart. Willow was usually content to observe people from a distance, barely tolerating affection on her own terms.
Glen scooped up the cat effortlessly. Willow settled into his arms like sheâd been there a thousand times, her head resting lazily against his chest.
Gabbyâs heart ached in the best way as she watched them. How was it possible that he could make her fall for him even more just by holding her cat?
When Glen caught her staring, he gave her a knowing smile. âWhat?â
âNothing,â she said quickly, though the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. âIâm just⊠surprised, thatâs all.â
He walked over, still holding Willow, and gave her a teasing grin. âWhat, you didnât think I was a cat person?â
âNo, itâs not that. I just didnât think Willow was an anyone cat,â she shot back.
âWell, I guess weâre full of surprises today,â he said softly, brushing his lips against her forehead.
Willow gave a soft chirp, seemingly annoyed at being ignored, and Glen chuckled. âAlright, alright, Iâll put you down. Youâre a little attention hog, arenât you?â
As he set the cat down, she trotted off to her favorite spot on the windowsill, leaving Glen and Gabby alone again.
âSpeaking of pets, whereâs Brisket?â Gabby asked noticing that Glen hadnât mentioned him and the dog clearly wasnât with him.
âLes is watching him for me. Wasnât sure what our plans would beâŠor how much attention heâd get. So she offered to take him until I fly out tomorrow.â Glen explained before changing the subject. âSo what were your plans for the day?â he asked, glancing at the stack of textbooks and notebooks on the coffee table.
Gabby sighed. âNothing exciting. I was going to study for a bit, maybe do some laundry, vacuum, and tidy up. The usual. But nowâŠâ
âBut now?â
âNow?â she repeated, leaning back against the door and giving him a shy smile. âNow, I just want to spend time with you.â
His expression softened, and he closed the space between them, placing his hands gently on her hips. âI want to spend time with you too,â he said, his voice a low murmur, âbut I donât want you to fall behind because I showed up.â
âGlen-â she started, shaking her head.
âListen,â he interrupted, his hands tightening ever so slightly. âHow about this. You study for half an hour, and Iâll take care of some of the chores. Then weâll have the rest of the day to do whatever you want.â
Her eyes widened, and she laughed softly. âYouâre serious?â
âAbsolutely.â His grin was teasing but sincere.Â
âYou want to spend your day off doing my chores?â
âItâs only for half an hour,â he reasoned. âBesides I like doing stuff like that. It makes me feel⊠normal, you know?â
Gabby tilted her head, studying him. âYouâre really okay with it?â
âGabby,â he said, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers, âif it makes your life a little easier and gives us more time together, Iâm more than okay with it.â
Her chest ached with the kind of gratitude that made her eyes sting. She nodded. âOkay. But only if you let me help after Iâm done studying.â
âWeâll see,â he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before stepping back. âNow, go. Books. Study. Iâll take care of the rest.â
Gabby smiled as she grabbed her textbooks and settled onto the couch, the sound of Glen rummaging in the kitchen grounding her in the moment. For the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.
Thirty minutes later the timer on Gabbyâs phone buzzed softly, marking the end of her self-imposed study session. She closed her notebook with a sigh of relief, glad to escape the dry material sheâd been slogging through.
âHalf an hour exactly,â she muttered to herself with a grin, stretching her arms overhead as she stood. She tucked her books neatly back onto the shelf and wandered down the hallway toward her bedroom, curious to see what Glen had gotten himself into.
The sight that greeted her made her stop in her tracks and lean against the doorway with an incredulous smile. Glen was standing by her bed, a neatly folded stack of her laundry already on the corner, and another shirt in his hands that he was methodically folding.
âGlen,â she called out, crossing her arms as she stepped inside. âWhat are you doing?â
He glanced up at her, completely unbothered. âFolding laundry.â
She rolled her eyes, though the amusement in her voice was unmistakable. âYou donât have to do that. All I needed you to do was load the dishwasher. I can do all this once you leave.â
âI know,â he replied casually, shaking out another shirt and folding it with practiced ease. âBut I want to.â
âSeriously,â she insisted, walking closer and trying to take the shirt from his hands. âYouâve done enough already. Let me finish it later.â
âNope,â Glen said, stepping to the side and holding the shirt just out of her reach.
âGlen!â she exclaimed, laughing as she tried to grab it again.
He grinned, clearly enjoying himself. âWhat? Iâm just being helpful.â
âYouâre being ridiculous,â she said, standing on her tiptoes to swipe at the shirt, but he easily lifted it higher.
âAm I?â he teased, his voice light as he dodged her attempts to snatch it.
âYes!â she said, giggling as she lunged for him. This time, she grabbed his arm in an effort to pull him down, but he was too strong, his stance too steady. Instead, he turned the tables, gently catching her wrist and spinning her around so that her back was to him.
âCareful,â he murmured in her ear, his voice dropping to a playful growl.
Gabby felt her heart skip at the proximity, her laughter trailing off into a breathless chuckle. âYouâre impossible.â
âMaybe,â he admitted, releasing her wrist only to scoop her up with ease.
âGlen!â she yelped as he carried her the few steps to the bed, depositing her onto the mattress like she weighed nothing at all. Before she could sit up, he leaned over her, pinning her wrists gently to the bed.
âSay it,â he said, his grin wide and victorious.
âSay what?â she shot back, her voice a mix of mock indignation and delight.
âThat I win,â he said, his tone teasing but his eyes locked on hers, warm and full of affection.
Gabby raised a brow, refusing to back down despite the fluttering in her chest. âNever.â
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. âYouâre so stubborn.â
âAnd youâreââ Whatever retort sheâd been about to make was lost as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was firm yet achingly tender.
Gabbyâs resolve melted instantly, her body relaxing beneath him as she kissed him back. His hands released her wrists, one sliding down to cup her cheek while the other braced against the mattress to support his weight.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her lips. âYou were saying?â he murmured, his grin returning.
She let out a soft laugh, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. âFine. You win.â
âThatâs what I thought,â he said, his voice low and satisfied. He brushed his lips against hers once more, lingering as if neither of them wanted the moment to end.
Gabby sighed contentedly, her earlier protests forgotten as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down beside her. The laundry could wait. For now, she just wanted to stay wrapped up in him.
Glenâs lips coaxed hers apart, his tongue sliding inside to explore with a slow, deliberate heat that made her heart race.
Gabby let out a soft, involuntary sigh, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as if she needed to anchor herself.
Just as she thought she couldnât handle another second of the delicious pressure of his mouth on hers, Glen pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her damp lips. Before she could protest, he began to brush his lips along her jawline, each soft kiss igniting tiny sparks that raced down her spine.
âGlenâŠâ she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with anticipation.
He didnât answer, at least not right away. Instead, his mouth found the sensitive curve of her neck, his lips warm and soft against her skin. Gabby gasped quietly as his teeth scraped lightly, his tongue soothing the spot before he began to suck gently. It wasnât hard enough to leave a markâGlen knew betterâbut it was enough to send a shiver cascading through her body.
âI missed you so much,â he murmured against her neck, his voice low and husky, filled with a raw honesty that made her chest ache. His hand slid along her side, his touch warm and grounding, yet it only heightened the heat pooling in her stomach. âYou have no idea how bad Iâve wanted this. Wanted you.â
His words sent a surge of confidence coursing through Gabby. She tilted her head back to look at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with need. For a moment, she just stared at him, taking in the way his eyes burned with the same longing that was consuming her.
âThen take me,â she said, her voice soft but steady, laced with a newfound boldness that left Glen momentarily stunned.
His gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as a slow, almost predatory smile spread across his lips. âCareful what you ask for,â he warned, though the teasing lilt in his tone only made her more sure of herself.
âI mean it,â she replied, her fingers threading through his hair and pulling him closer. âIâm yours, Glen. Just⊠take me.â
Glenâs hands slid under Gabbyâs shirt, his palms warm and calloused against her bare skin. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every second of the moment. His fingers brushed over her ribs, making her shiver before he gently pushed the fabric up. Gabby raised her arms without hesitation, letting him pull the shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind him.
His gaze dropped to her, and the way his eyes darkened made her stomach flip. âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something more primal.
Gabby felt her cheeks flush under his intense stare, but before she could get too self-conscious, Glen reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.
Her breath hitched as her eyes roamed over him, taking in the changes she hadnât expected. The last time theyâd been together, his chest had been smooth, but now, a fine dusting of hair covered his chest and trailed down to his abs, accentuating the defined lines of his body.
Her fingers reached out instinctively, tracing the new texture with curiosity. She let her palm glide over his chest, down to his stomach, where the muscle flexed beneath her touch. The sensation was different, but not unwelcomeâit was grounding, a reminder of how much sheâd missed him and how time hadnât dulled their connection.
Glen watched her, his lips quirking into a soft smile. âLike what you see?â he teased, his voice low and edged with amusement.
Gabby glanced up at him, her hand still resting on his chest. She nodded, her lips curving into a shy smile before her confidence surged again. âI do,â she said honestly, tugging him gently back down to her. âMakes you more rugged.â
Their lipsthen met in a kiss that was hungrier this time, fueled by the heat building between them. His hands moved to cradle her face, holding her close as he poured everything he couldnât say into the kiss.
Gabbyâs hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders, her fingers curling around the nape of his neck as she pulled him even closer. The world around them disappeared again, and all that mattered was thisâbeing together, feeling each other, and making up for every second theyâd spent apart.
Glenâs lips moved across Gabbyâs skin, lingering at her collarbone before he kissed his way back up to her mouth. Each touch of his lips sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire that had been building since the moment he walked back into her life.
âGabby,â he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as their foreheads touched. âYou have no idea how much Iâve thought about thisâabout you.â
She swallowed hard, her heart racing. âThen donât stop,â she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with want.
He kissed her again, slow and deliberate, before his hands slid to the waistband of her leggings. Gabby arched into him as he gently tugged them down, his touch careful and reverent. When they joined her shirt on the floor, he leaned back slightly, letting his eyes take her in.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he said, his voice rough but genuine, making her cheeks flush under his gaze.
Glen reached for the button on his jeans, but as much as he was swept up in the moment, a flicker of restraint passed over his face. He froze, his hands stilling as he took a deep breath.
âWait,â he said, his voice steady but soft. He leaned back slightly, brushing a hand over her cheek as if to reassure her. âI just⊠I need to grab something first.â
Gabby blinked, momentarily confused, before realization dawned on her. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she nodded. âOkay,â she said softly, her voice carrying no trace of frustration or impatience.
Glen pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before climbing off the bed, his movements hurried but careful. He retrieved his wallet from his jeans, fumbling with it for a second before pulling out a small foil packet.
When he turned back to her, Gabby couldnât help but smile at the sight of himâhis hair mussed, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual, his expression a mix of anticipation.
âSorry,â he said with a sheepish grin as he climbed back onto the bed. âDidnât mean to kill the mood.â
âYou didnât,â Gabby reassured him, reaching up to pull him down into another kiss. âIâm glad youâre responsible. Itâs⊠kind of hot, actually.â
Glen chuckled and then his hands slid down Gabbyâs sides, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake as he positioned himself between her legs. He shifted his hips slightly and then slowly started to press himself into her.
The moment they connected, both of them let out simultaneous soundsâhis a deep groan that rumbled in his chest, hers a soft moan that hitched midway, the sensation a mix of longing and adjustment.
Gabby's fingers clutched his shoulders, her breath catching at the sudden fullness after so much time apart. It wasnât pain, but the unfamiliarity of it made her tense momentarily.
Glen froze the instant he noticed, his hand immediately finding her cheek. âHey,â he whispered, his voice low and soothing. His forehead rested against hers as his thumb stroked her skin. âAre you okay?â
She nodded quickly, but her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling against his. âIâm fine,â she murmured, her voice barely audible. âI just⊠Itâs been a while.â
His lips pressed a tender kiss to her temple as he stilled, giving her a moment to adjust. âI know, baby. Iâll take my time,â he assured her, his voice filled with nothing but patience and care. âJust tell me what you need.â
Gabby exhaled slowly, her hands relaxing their grip on his shoulders. She looked up at him, her gaze soft but determined. âI need you, Glen.â
His heart swelled at her words, and he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. âIâll go slow, okay? Just tell me if you need me to stop.â
She nodded, her body gradually relaxing beneath him as his kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw, then down her neck. His hips shifted slightly, rocking gently to let her adjust at her own pace.
Gabby gasped softly, her body responding as the discomfort gave way to the ache of longing sheâd been carrying for weeks. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him close as her legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
âBetter?â he asked, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below her ear.
âMuch better,â she breathed, her voice carrying a newfound confidence.
Glen groaned softly as he felt her starting to clench around him. His movements started growing more confident and intentional. Gabby arched against him, her body responding instinctively to the rhythm he set, every fiber of her being focused on the way he made her feel.
His lips started trailing kisses down her jawline and back to her neck again. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently as her breaths turned into soft cries, uninhibited and full of longing.
The sounds coming from Gabby spurred Glen on, his pace quickening slightly as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He whispered her name like a prayer, his voice filled with both love and desire, as they reveled in the closeness theyâd both been craving for weeks.
Gabbyâs hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in lightly as her body moved with his, the tension building until it threatened to spill over. Glen lifted his head, locking eyes with her, and the intensity of his gaze sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
âLet go, Gabby,â he murmured, his voice thick with encouragement. âIâve got you.â
Their movements grew faster, more desperate, as if neither wanted to waste a second of the precious time they had together. Gabby clung to Glen, her fingers tangled in his hair as her breath hitched, her body arching toward him as the heat coiled tightly inside her, ready to snap.
âGlen,â she gasped, his name breaking from her lips like a plea.
âIâm right here,â he murmured, his voice strained yet full of love, his forehead pressed to hers as they moved together. âLet go for me, baby.â
His words, paired with the way his body seemed to perfectly match hers, sent her over the edge. A cry escaped her, her body trembling beneath him as the waves of release coursed through her, pulling her under in the best way possible.
Glen followed moments later, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his body tensing and then shuddering as he found his own release. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him as they both rode out the moment together, connected in every possible way.
As the tension ebbed, Gabby melted into Glen, her body relaxing completely beneath him. She buried her face in his shoulder, her breaths coming out in soft, uneven pants as she clung to him, savoring the warmth of his body pressed against hers.
Glen shifted slightly, careful not to crush her, but he didnât pull away. Instead, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, one arm still wrapped tightly around her waist as if he couldnât bear to let her go.
âGod, I missed you,â he said, his voice rough and full of sincerity as he nuzzled his face into her hair.
Gabby smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin as her breathing began to steady. âI missed you, too,â she whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion.
For a moment, neither of them moved, content to simply hold each other in the quiet aftermath. Glenâs thumb stroked soothing circles on her hip, and Gabby felt completely at ease, her worries melting away as she lay in his arms.
âYou okay?â Glen asked after a while, his voice gentle as he tilted her chin up to look at her.
Gabby nodded, her green eyes sparkling with both happiness and contentment. âBetter than okay,â she replied, her lips curving into a small smile.
Glen chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âGood,â he said, his arm tightening around her.
They lay there for a while, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, the quiet stillness of the room making the moment feel even more intimate. Gabby traced her fingers lightly along Glenâs chest, marveling at how real and solid he felt beneath her touch. It was as if her body was trying to memorize every detail of him again after so much time apart.
Glen sighed contentedly, his hand combing gently through her hair. âThis is nice,â he murmured, his voice soft, almost sleepy.
âMmm,â Gabby agreed, her head resting over his heart. âIâve missed this. Just being able to touch you. Hold you.â
âMe too,â he said, kissing the top of her head. âYou have no idea.â
The peaceful quiet lingered until Glen shifted slightly beneath her, sitting up just enough to swing one leg over the side of the bed. Gabbyâs eyes opened immediately, her arms tightening around his torso as she pulled him back toward her.
âWhere are you going?â she mumbled, her voice still heavy with contentment and just a hint of sleepiness.
Glen chuckled softly, looking down at her. âRelax, Iâm just getting a drink,â he teased, reaching for her hands as if to pry them loose, but Gabby clung tighter, nuzzling her face against his side.
âDonât leave me,â she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.
His teasing smirk faded, replaced by a look of tenderness that softened his entire expression. Glen turned back toward her, lying down again and pulling her into his arms without hesitation.
âIâm not going anywhere,â he whispered, his voice low and reassuring as he kissed the corner of her mouth. âYouâre stuck with me, remember?â
Gabby smiled faintly, her face still buried against him. âGood,â she said, her fingers curling into his side as if she wanted to hold on to him forever.
Glen tilted her chin up gently, brushing a thumb across her cheek. âIâm here, baby. I promise.â
The sincerity in his tone melted Gabbyâs heart, and she leaned up to kiss him softly, grateful for every second they had together. As they settled back into the quiet, Glen held her even closer, whispering little reassurances in her ear until she fully relaxed against him again.
âCan I go get that drink now?â he teased after a moment, his lips brushing against her hair.
âNot if it means letting go of you,â Gabby replied, her voice playful but honest.
Glen laughed quietly, his chest rumbling beneath her. âAlright, Iâll survive.âÂ
He pressed another kiss to her forehead, settling back into the bed with her nestled against him. It was moments like this that made the distance and the waiting worth it. Being here with her was everything.
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Papa Bear Material Ch 9 (Captain Price Fic) - The Set Up!
Chapter 1Â Â Chapter 1 (Shorter Version) Chapter 2Â Chapter 3Â Â Chapter 4Â Â Chapter 5Â Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8
@darkangel4121@teenagellamaangel@madzzz0797@callsignferal(To the otherâs who want me to tag you when thereâs an update, just tell me at the comments) A/N: Hello, everyone! So, it seems the Captain has you right where he wants you. No matter how much you try to slip away, thereâs no escaping himâheâs determined, and he will have you. đ This chapter might feel a little longer as Iâve focused on building up the chase and the tension between you two. But I promise, itâs worth it! If youâre feeling impatient, feel free to scroll ahead to when the Captain finally âcapturesâ you. đ LOL! Enjoy the ride, and let me know what you think! â€ïž
The door creaked open, and in stepped the doctor, holding a clipboard with the results of Y/N's x-rays and scans. He gave her a once-over, then glanced at the paper before meeting her eyes.
"Alright, Ms. Y/N, good news. No concussion, your neckâs just a little twisted from the impact. Your arm, thoughâwell, thatâs definitely going to need some time to heal, but we can work with it." He made a note, looking at her bandaged face. "The cuts on your face will need some care, but nothing too serious. Just take some painkillers when you eat, and you should be good to go."
Y/N sighed in relief but winced at the sting of her injuries. She was just about to ask if she could leave without the next part when the doctor added, âNow, we need someone to sign for you to be discharged and for the medication prescription. Iâm assuming your partnerââ He paused, glancing at Price, who was still leaning against the bed, looking annoyingly perfectââcan handle that?â
Before Y/N could protest, Price was already nodding, a smirk playing on his lips. "Aye, I can do that," he replied smoothly, as though heâd been expecting it.
The doctor, clearly oblivious to the irritation bubbling up inside her, glanced between them with a raised eyebrow, then nodded and scribbled something down on his clipboard. âGreat. Iâll get the paperwork ready. Just make sure she follows the painkiller instructions.â
Y/N glared at Price, her good arm crossed over her chest. âI swear, if you start acting like weâre actually a coupleââ
Price shot her a quick, playful wink. âYouâre gonna have to get used to it, love!â
The doctor left, and Y/N turned to look at Price, narrowing her eyes. âYouâre unbearable,â she muttered.
Price leaned in closer, his voice lowering to something almost flirtatious. âYou know you like it.â
Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes, but it was impossible to ignore the spark of somethingâembarrassment, frustration, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of... affection?
As the minutes dragged on, Y/N lay there, staring at the sterile ceiling, her mind racing but her body unable to do anything more than ache in protest. Price sat beside her, arms crossed, exuding a mix of concern and frustration, and it was clear to her that the tension between them was building. The hum of hospital activity around them did nothing to break the silence, only adding to the weight in the air. She could feel his eyes on her, practically searing through her skin, and she didnât know if it was his gaze or the pain in her arm that was making her more uncomfortable.
Finally, Price broke the silence with an exasperated sigh. âYouâve got some bloody nerve, you know that? Running around like a madwoman, getting yourself hurt like that.â
Y/N turned her head towards him, raising an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement breaking through the discomfort. âExcuse me?â
He leaned forward, his voice low but filled with that trademark commanding tone she couldnât escape. âThe moment I found out... and then seeing all those bloody gifs from your colleagues flooding the chat... I knew I had to come see for myself. Make sure you werenât in a body bag. All for what? A USB?â
She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the guilt trying to creep in. âI wasnât the one in the body bag, now was I?â
âNo, but you nearly bloody were!â He shot back, his voice sharp with frustration. âYou fought someone twice your size, for godâs sake. What the hell were you thinking? And that slap to your faceââ He gestured toward the ugly bruise on her cheek. âThat wasnât exactly part of the plan, was it?â
Y/N winced at the reminder but quickly covered it with a snarky smirk. âOh, Iâm sorry, should I have asked them to go easier on me? I had to do what I had to do, Price. That USB had information that wouldâve blown the whole operation to pieces. If I didnât keep it safe, weâd be looking at a lot more than a bruise on my face.â
Her tone shifted, just a touch of defiance in her voice. âI did what I had to do. And they fought the wrong bitch. Unfortunately for them, though, Iâm too bloody good at what I do.â
Price scowled, his brows furrowing as he leaned in closer. âDonât make it sound like itâs just another day at the office, Y/N. Youâre not invincible. You canât just take a hit and keep moving.â His voice softened slightly, but the intensity in his gaze remained. âI donât want to see you hurt.â
Her eyes softened, a small, almost imperceptible smile pulling at her lips, but she wasnât about to let him have the last word just yet. âWhat do you care? Iâm an operator. Itâs my job. Itâs not likeââ
She stopped, realizing she had said too much. But before she could backpedal, Price cut her off, his voice suddenly more serious.
âI care because, damn it, I donât want to see you thrown around like that. Youâre not just some bloody operator to me.â
The way he said it, with so much sincerity, made her heart stutter in her chest. His usual teasing edge was gone, replaced by something raw, something real. She didnât know how to respond, how to fight back against the warmth creeping up her neck.
âJohnâŠâ she whispered, her voice wavering slightly. She wanted to say something sarcastic, to brush off the strange flutter in her chest, but his steady gaze had her frozen. It was almost as if, for the first time, he was letting her see the concern behind the bravado.
âYouâve got me wrapped around your finger, havenât you?â he said softly, almost to himself.
Y/N was silent for a moment, her pulse racing. She didnât know what to say, how to make light of it, how to respond without revealing too much. Finally, she simply said, "You should probably stop before you start singing âI Canât Help Falling in Loveâ."
Priceâs lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. But then his expression shiftedâhis gaze darkened, those piercing blue eyes locking onto hers with such intensity that her breath hitched. It was the look. The one that said more than words ever could.
Y/N felt her stomach flip, her heart racing faster than she could process. She tried to look away, but his stare held her captive, his blue eyes pulling her in like a magnet. The room seemed to shrink, the noise of the hospital fading into nothing as she became acutely aware of every inch of him sitting so close. She felt her face heat up, warmth spreading across her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath.
âPriceâŠâ she whispered, her voice barely audible. She had to look away, had to break the spell heâd cast over her. But her body wouldnât cooperate. Her eyes fluttered, and for the first time, she couldnât find the right words to shield herself from the effect he had on her.
He leaned in just a little, his gaze never leaving hers. âWhatâs wrong, love?â he asked, his voice low, the teasing edge gone, replaced by something softer. Something that made her heart feel like it might burst out of her chest.
Y/N had never wanted to look away more in her life, but she couldn't. She swallowed hard, her mind spinning in a haze, cursing the fact that her face was no doubt as red as a tomato.
"Never mind," she muttered, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. She quickly turned her head, avoiding his intense gaze, though she could still feel the weight of it on her skin.
Her eyes darted to the side, desperate to find somethingâanythingâto focus on other than him. But she swore she caught the smallest, most self-assured grin tugging at the corner of Priceâs lips. It was as though he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and it made her feel utterly exposed.
She shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of how her pulse quickened every time she thought about his gaze. She didnât know how to escape it, and for the first time, Y/N realized there was no hiding from the effect John Price had on her.
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Price insisted on driving her home, a suggestion that, under normal circumstances, Y/N might have entertained. But these werenât normal circumstances. She was still too suspicious, too guarded to let him know where she lived. The last thing she needed was him showing up unannounced, and she wasnât about to let him in on that little detail.
âIâm fine, Price,â she said quickly, sitting up a little straighter. âIâll head to the unitâs base. My stuffâs there, and Iâve got work tomorrow. Iâll be better off just sleeping there for the night. You know, book in at camp, like we sometimes do.â
Priceâs eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening in that way she knew all too well. âBook in? You sure about that? Something smells off.â
Y/N waved him off with a feigned nonchalance, trying her best to sound convincing. âIâm fine, seriously. No need to worry about me.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âYouâve got that âIâm trying to get away from youâ look on your face. Whatâs really going on?â
She met his eyes, her resolve firm. âNothingâs going on. Just, you know, work stuff. Base. I'll go home tomorrow.â
Price just stared at her for a moment longer, then sighed, clearly giving in to whatever bizarre reasoning she had going on. âFine. If youâre so determined, Iâll take you back to the base. But this isnât over.â
âGreat, thanks,â she muttered, trying to suppress a grin. She had won this round.
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Once they arrived at the unitâs base, Y/N made a swift exit, eager to put some space between herself and Price. She stepped out of the lift, onto her floor, and walked briskly down the hallway toward the unitâs office. Before she could make it inside, however, a loud chorus of voices stopped her in her tracks.
Her colleagues had clearly been waiting for her, and as she stepped into the room, they erupted into loud cheers and applause.
âLook whoâs back! The turtleâs shell is tougher than we thought!â one of them called out with a wide grin, prompting an exaggerated cheer from the others.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush, but she couldnât help but laugh. âStop it, you lot. I didnât ask for a bloody welcome back party.â
Another colleague, waving a mock trophy above his head, added, âGive it up for Y/N, the toughest of them all! No oneâs messing with the turtle!â
Her teammates were practically in hysterics, and the teasing continued for several minutes before it finally died down. Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to keep her composure, but deep down, she couldn't help but feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. It was moments like thisâsurrounded by her quirky, loyal teamâthat made all the madness of the job worth it.
âAlright, alright,â she said with a raised hand in mock surrender, her grin impossible to hide.
As her colleagues finally began to disperse, she let out a deep breath, still chuckling at their ridiculous antics. But despite the laughter, her mind wandered back to her earlier encounter with Priceâand how, for a brief moment, she almost didnât mind the idea of him getting a little too close.
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Later that evening, Captain Price discovered the truth. Y/N wasnât staying the night at the base as she had claimed. He saw herâhalf waddling, half hoppingâonto the unitâs bus just as it was about to depart. It was meant to take staff to the nearby train station, a clear sign that she was heading home despite her earlier insistence.
The sight of her settling into a window seat on the crowded bus made him pause. Y/N, caught off guard, locked eyes with him through the glass. Her face froze in surprise for a split second before she quickly turned her head, pretending she hadnât seen him. Her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her bag as she tried to appear indifferent.
Price stood there outside, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unrelenting. He didnât have to say a word; the weight of his stare said enough. Y/N could feel it pressing on her even as she resolutely avoided looking back.
Her only saving grace was that tomorrow was the weekend. She wouldnât have to face himâor his inevitable questionsâfor at least two days. ----------
Y/N stretched lazily on her sofa, her stomach pleasantly full from her third takeout meal of the weekend. A collection of cartons cluttered her coffee table, evidence of her commitment to staying in. Wrapped in her coziest blanket, she scrolled idly through the endless void of streaming options, her mind blissfully blankâexcept for the persistent notifications on her phone.
Captain Price.
The messages had started Friday evening, a steady stream of charm, wit, and mild exasperation, each one left on read. Ignoring him had been easy at first, the kind of defiance that felt both amusing and oddly satisfying. But by Sunday, the guilt was beginning to creep in, as was the awareness that she was, perhaps, enjoying his attention a little too much.
Friday Evening Price: "Ah, so you are seeing these. Leaving me on read, are we? Cheeky. How about this: a quiet drink, no fuss. Just say the word, and Iâll pick the spot."
Saturday Morning Price: "Still not a peep from you. Iâll bet youâre curled up in bed, hiding under a duvet and feeling quite smug. Enjoy it while you can, love. Iâm not that easy to ignore."
Saturday Lunchtime Price: "Alright, Y/N. Whatâs it going to beâcoffee, tea, or something stronger? Whatever it is, my treat. Unless, of course, youâve decided to make ghosting me your weekend hobby."
Saturday Evening Price: "Youâve got a talent for this, Iâll give you that. Leaving me on read again. Whatâs the matter, too shy to say no? Let me make it easy for youâjust meet me for a bite. No questions, no pressure. Donât let me starve alone, eh?"
She chuckled softly at that one, but still didnât respond. Her takeaway had arrived moments later, and her commitment to laziness outweighed any inclination to text back.
Sunday Morning Price: "Youâre relentless, arenât you? Canât even send me a cheeky little âno thanks.â Fine, Iâll play your game. But if youâre still hiding come midday, donât think I wonât find out where that flat of yours is."
Her eyes lingered on that one a little longer, her lips twitching into a smirk. She shook her head and set her phone aside. He was bluffing. Probably.
Sunday Lunchtime Price: "Alright, love, this is getting predictable now. Another takeaway, is it? No shame in admitting youâve run out of ideas. Let me take you somewhere. I promise I wonât bite⊠unless you ask."
Her laughter bubbled up unbidden as she read the latest message, a part of her almost tempted to respond. But the lure of her blanket and the promise of another nap won out. She placed her phone face down and curled up, thinking smugly that heâd give up eventually.
But then, her phone buzzed again. This time, something about it made her pause. She reached for it hesitantly, her heart skipping a beat as she unlocked the screen.
"Youâve got a wicked streak, leaving me hanging like this. But fair warning, Y/NâIâm even more wicked when Iâm crossed."
A moment later, another message buzzed in.
"Mondayâs coming, love. You think youâve won this little game of hide and seek, but let me tell you exactly how itâll play out. First, Iâll find you the second you walk into the office. Donât bother looking for an escapeâIâll already be there, waiting."
"And when I do, youâll have to face me, love. Every glance youâve been dodging, every word youâve ignoredâitâs all catching up to you. Iâll stand so close youâll feel my breath against your ear, hear every word Iâve been saving just for you."
"Iâll tell you how much Iâve enjoyed watching you test me all weekend, how much Iâve been looking forward to seeing that pretty face go red when you realize youâve pushed me too far. And then, Y/N, Iâll make sure you know exactly what happens when you leave me on read again. Ignoring me wasnât the safer option, was it?"
Y/Nâs hand froze mid-swipe on her phone, her heart thudding against her ribs. She could practically feel the heat of his gaze through the screen. The words lingered like a challenge, daring her to respond, but instead, her thoughts raced.
Monday loomed ahead, and with it came the inevitability of seeing Price. If he caught her, thereâd be no way to avoid the fallout. The office teasing would go from lighthearted to unbearable in an instant. After all, they were already buzzing with rumors that Captain Price fancied her. The jokes and side-eyes were one thing, but if she gave him an inch, it could spiral into something far worse.
Unprofessional. Embarrassing. Impossible to ignore.
She reminded herself that this wasnât forever. Just one more week. One week of keeping her head down, playing cordial when necessary, and dodging Priceâs relentless pursuit. When her reservist period ended, she could vanishâno awkward confrontations, no more tension.
With that plan in mind, she took a deep breath, determined to defuse the situation. Her fingers hovered over her phone screen, finally drafting a reply she hoped would put him offâwithout fanning the flames.
"Iâm sorry, Captain, for the late response. My dominant hand is the one injured, and I canât really type easily," she typed, knowing it wasnât entirely a lie. Her arm had been hurt during the operation and again when she got hit by the police van. But it wasnât the whole truth either.
She hesitated before adding, "As for drinks and dinner, sorryâIâm not feeling well. The painkillers and meds are making me drowsy." Another half-truth.
Satisfied, she hit send, her heart still pounding as the message delivered.
A few minutes after sending the message, her phone buzzed againâthis time, a call. She wasnât even surprised. Of course, it was the Captain.
Y/N stared at the screen, debating whether to answer. She had already crafted the perfect excuse in her message; surely that should have been enough. But the insistent ringing told her otherwise. With a sigh of resignation, she tapped the screen, bringing the phone to her ear.
âHello, Captain,â she said softly, infusing her voice with just enough weariness to sell her excuse. She wasnât feeling her best, that much was true, but she leaned into the sluggish tone, exaggerating it just a touch.
His deep voice cut through, warm and laced with concern. âYou donât sound well, love. Why didnât you say something earlier?â
âI didnât want to trouble anyone,â she replied carefully, keeping her tone neutral. âItâs nothing serious, just the meds making me tired.â
âStill, you shouldâve let someone know. Youâve been through the wringer; no one wouldâve blamed you for taking it easy.â
She hummed faintly, feigning drowsiness. âIâll be fine, Captain. Just need to rest.â
There was a pause, long enough to make her glance at the screen to check if the call had dropped. But then his voice came through again, low and insistent. âIf you need anythingâand I mean anythingâyou let me know. Donât go toughing it out on your own.â
âOf course,â she replied, her tone measured. âThank you, Captain.â
âGet some rest,â he added, the warmth in his voice undeniable. âAnd Y/N... donât think for a second Iâll let you off the hook for dodging me all weekend.â
She smiled faintly despite herself. âGoodnight, Captain.â
âGoodnight, love.â
She ended the call, sinking back into her sofa with a quiet exhale. Neutral or not, conversations with Captain Price always left her feeling like sheâd just walked a tightrope.
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And so, Monday arrived. Y/N was officially excused from the drills due to her injuries, leaving her with more downtime than she cared for. By the afternoon, she had retreated to the rooftop, seeking a quiet moment to herself. The crisp air and the hum of distant activity below offered a brief reprieve.
She wasnât startled by the sound of footsteps approaching or the creak of the rooftop door swinging open. She didnât even need to turn around to know who it was.
John Price.
The Captain strode toward her with the same calm, unshakable confidence he carried everywhere, his boots crunching softly on the rooftop gravel. His eyes locked onto hers, steady and intense, as he stopped just a few feet away.
âYou know,â he began, his voice low, tinged with amusement, âIâd say you put up a good fight this whole time. But technically... you lost.â
Y/N sighed, her fingers momentarily clenching into fists at her sides. Of course. That deal. That ridiculous deal. If he outscored her in the drills, sheâd agree to a date. Now, with her injuries keeping her sidelined, she hadnât even had a chance to compete.
âThatâs not exactly fair,â she shot back, leaning into her chair, throwing him a half-hearted glare. âI couldnât even join the drills. Doesnât exactly feel like a win for you.â
Price tilted his head slightly, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of his lips. âRules are rules, love. No score from you means my score wins by default. Doesnât seem like a problem for me.â
She exhaled a quiet laugh through her nose, frustration mixing with reluctant amusement. âSo, what? Youâre here to rub it in?â
âNot my style,â he replied smoothly, though the glint in his eye said otherwise. He took a step closer, folding his arms across his chest. âIâm here to collect. You owe me a date. After your reservist period, of course. Iâll give you time to prepare yourself.â
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, caught between irritation and something else she wasnât ready to admit. âFine. After the reservist,â she replied finally, her voice firm, though her lips betrayed a faint, reluctant smirk.
Price grinned back, triumphant but impossibly charming. âIâll hold you to that.â
Her lips twitched as though she might scowl, but she kept her composure. Instead, she turned her gaze back toward the horizon, letting his words linger in the air.
Keep cordial, her inner voice urged. Make it look like you gave up. Just until the reservist period.
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Throughout the week, Y/N kept things cordial with Captain Price, her responses measured and her expression neutral. She made sure to maintain a distance, neither too distant nor too familiar. Her usual sharp edge was subdued, but she wasnât about to let herself get too comfortable, not with the promise of a date hanging over her head.
On the final day of her reservist period, Y/N made her rounds, bidding her chief and colleagues farewell. She offered a polite smile, keeping it brief. "See you all for the next round," she said, her voice calm and steady. Sheâd done what she came forâno more, no less.
She surrendered her building pass, her movements slow and deliberate, the weight of the week pressing heavily on her shoulders. Her mind was already elsewhere, focused on the quiet evening ahead. The plan was simple: order a ride from the app, go home, and finally take a moment to breathe.
But as she walked toward the gate entrance, her steps faltered. There, leaning casually against his vehicle, was John Price. Arms crossed, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed but commanding all the same. The sight of him made her heart skip an unexpected beat.
She hadnât expected him to be there, not like this, not after the deal had been made. She stopped a few paces away, the weight of the evening, the past week, settling into her chest.
Y/N schooled her expression into neutrality, masking the flicker of surprise that threatened to surface. She came to a stop a few paces away, meeting his steady gaze without wavering.
âCaptain,â she said evenly, her tone as measured as her face. âWhat are you doing here?â
Price straightened slightly, his arms uncrossing as he pushed off the vehicle with an easy grace. His hands slid into his pockets, his demeanor as unhurried as ever. âThought Iâd drive you home,â he replied, his voice calm but laced with a teasing undertone. âGet you comfy, send you off proper.â
Her brows lifted, skepticism flickering across her features before she quickly subdued it. âI thought we had plans for the weekend,â she countered, tilting her head. âIsnât that what youâre waiting for?â
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, the faintest hint of amusement glinting in his eyes. âWe do,â he confirmed, his voice low and deliberate. âBut I figured tonightâs about seeing you off, not keeping you waiting. Besides,â he added, stepping closer, âI wanted to make sure you didnât disappear on me.â
Y/N held her ground, her gaze steady despite the subtle tightening of her grip on her bag. âI gave you my word,â she said simply. âIâm not backing out.â
Priceâs grin widened slightly, his head dipping in acknowledgment. âGood,â he murmured, his tone carrying the weight of certainty. âThen let me take care of you tonight. Call it a preview of whatâs to come.â
She sighed softly, shifting her weight but making no move to walk past him. âI can handle getting home on my own, you know.â
Y/N sighed softly, her voice steady despite the weariness weighing on her words. âCaptain, weâre already seeing each other this weekend. Canât that be enough?â She straightened her posture slightly, trying to inject just enough firmness into her tone. âIâm tired. Iâd really like some space tonight. Besides, Iâve already booked a rideâitâll be here any minute to take me home.â
Price tilted his head, his lips quirking into that infuriatingly knowing smirk. âBooked a ride, huh?â he drawled, his tone edged with playful suspicion. âSounds a bit fishy to me.â
Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a quiet, deliberately exasperated sigh, raising her hands in mock surrender. âFishy? Really?â she asked, her voice drowsy, tired, as if the conversation itself was draining her. âWhat could possibly be fishy, Captain? Youâve already got me cornered, donât you? What else is there?â
For a moment, he didnât reply. Instead, he looked at her, his cerulean blue eyes piercing and unyielding. The intensity of his gaze felt like it could strip away every layer sheâd carefully constructed, leaving her flustered and raw. Y/N could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, her throat tightening slightly as she swallowed hard. She considered looking away but found herself unable to break the moment. Against all odds, she held his gaze, her breath catching in her chest.
Her heart raced, and she wasnât entirely sure if it was from the exhaustion or the way his stare seemed to unravel her with disarming ease. It was as if the entire world had narrowed to just the two of them, the quiet tension filling the air like a tangible presence.
Just then, the sound of a car pulling up shattered the spell. Y/N blinked, the moment breaking as her ride arrived, offering a welcome distraction. Price glanced toward the vehicle, his smirk softening into something less teasing, more gentlemanly. Without a word, he stepped forward, pulling the door open for her with effortless grace.
Y/N murmured a quiet thanks, slipping into the car with relief as her pulse began to steady once more.
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Saturday arrived, and much to Priceâs chagrin, his suspicions were confirmedâshe had ghosted him. His messages went unanswered, his calls ignored, and every attempt to reach her was met with the cold reality of being left on read. At first, he tried to rationalize it. She was recovering, after allâinjuries from the last operation and being hit by a van werenât minor. Surely, she just needed time to herself.
But the nagging doubt refused to be silenced. Something didnât sit right. Price wasnât one to let things slide easily, especially not when it came to her. Eventually, suspicion got the better of him. He picked up the phone and called Gaz.
âCheck on her, mate,â Price said, his tone firm but edged with an undercurrent of frustration. âSee if sheâs alright or if sheâs just... dodging me.â
Gaz, ever loyal, agreed with a chuckle and promised to get back to him.
When Gaz finally called back, his voice carried that unmistakable tone of amusement. âPrice,â he began, clearly holding back a laugh, âI hate to break it to you, but it looks like Y/Nâs ghosting you. Sheâs fine. Healthy, alive, and very capable of respondingâinjuries or not. Sheâs just⊠apparently not interested in answering you.â
Price groaned, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. Gaz's teasing on the other end only made it worse. âYouâre really going to let her play you like that, Captain?â
Price shot back, trying to suppress his irritation, âIâm not letting her play me. I just need to get her attention.â
Gazâs voice was laced with amusement as he responded, âNeed some help, Captain? You want me to help smoke her out, get her to show her hand?â
Price paused, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. The idea wasnât half bad. He mightâve preferred a more subtle approach, but if it came to coaxing her out of whatever funk she was in, heâd take any route that worked.
âYeah,â Price muttered after a beat. âSmoke her out. Letâs see if we can get her to respond.â
Gaz chuckled. âRoger that, Captain. Iâll keep you posted.â
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A day later, Gaz messaged Y/N, inviting her out for another meal at the grill house. âFresh out of reservist, thought youâd fancy a proper catch-up with the team,â he wrote, his tone lighthearted and familiar.
Y/N hesitated before responding. âI really canât go out right now,â she explained. âStill healing from the injuries. Maybe once Iâm fully healed up, Iâll join you guys again. Heck, I canât even use my dominant arm to put on makeup or cover the scars on my face.â
Gaz read the message and nodded to himself, respecting her honesty. âFair enough,â he replied. âRest up. Weâll catch up when youâre back to full strength.â
The days turned into weeks. With time, Y/N began to recover, though it was a gradual process. The bruising faded within a month, and while her broken arm and leg required more timeâcloser to 8-10 weeks for proper healingâshe was at least mobile again, albeit cautiously. By then, she could sense the weight of her inactivity lifting, her focus shifting toward regaining her full independence.
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Y/N opened her phone and checked the group chat, where one of her friends had organized a dinner at a sleek, smart-casual bar for the upcoming Friday night. It sounded like the perfect opportunity to get out, and nearly everyone would be there, including Gaz.
She typed a quick reply, âThat sounds perfect. I have something scheduled that day, but Iâll be able to catch up with all of you afterward. Iâll be looking presentable enough after my meeting with the gallery curator. Itâs a nice bonus that the bar is smart-casual, so I wonât have to worry about changing. Iâm almost back to normal nowâmy armâs almost fully functional, and I can walk without wobbling.â
The chat quickly filled with confirmation messages. It was settledâthe group would meet on Friday night. Some of her friends couldnât make it as they were deployed or on duty, but a good portion would be there, and Gaz would be joining them as well.
The meeting with the curator was later that day, and it went better than sheâd hoped. He loved her work and was eager to feature her pieces in an upcoming exhibit. The only thing left was to wait for the official paperwork to sign once the contract was finalized.
After the meeting wrapped up successfully, Y/N headed to the bar. It was sleek and modern, exactly the kind of place where she could unwind after a busy day. When she walked in, the warm glow of the bar greeted her, and she quickly spotted her friends gathered around a large table. They greeted her with cheers and hugs, their laughter blending easily with the soft buzz of the place.
The table was filled with canapĂ©s, finger foods, and cocktails, everyone sharing bites and chatting comfortably. It was mostly her close lady friends, with Gaz as the only guy in the group. Some of the others couldnât make it due to duty or deployment, but it didnât dampen the mood. Y/N smiled as she settled in, feeling a wave of contentment as she finally had a moment to relax and enjoy the evening
As the evening wore on, more drinks and food made their rounds, fueling laughter and stories that bounced from one person to the next. The atmosphere was light, filled with the easy camaraderie of good friends catching up. Y/N, feeling the effects of the drinks and the good time, excused herself to the restroom, tossing a playful request to one of her friends. "Watch my bag for me, yeah?"
She returned moments later, her steps quick as she anticipated diving back into the fun. But as she approached the table, her brow furrowed in confusion. The table where her friends had been sitting was now empty. All the glasses and platters of finger foods that had once littered the surface were completely cleared away. Her eyes scanned the bar, only to find that everyone had vanishedâeveryone, including Gaz.
"What the hell?" she muttered to herself, half-expecting to find some sort of mix-up. Had they really just gotten up and left without a word? Why would they do that? It felt... off. Her eyes darted around the room, but there was no sign of her friends. No lingering goodbyes, no explanations.
And then, she spotted him.
Sitting where she had been just moments ago, as if he'd always been part of the scene, was none other than John Price. He was dressed in smart casualâfitting the ambiance of the evening, but with that added flair of his usual commanding presence. Arms crossed over his chest, he looked at her with that infuriatingly smug, victorious grin that always managed to make her feel like sheâd lost some sort of battle.
This must be why everyone disappeared. A setup. A setup by John and Gaz.
Y/Nâs eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of her Chanel bag resting comfortably on his lap. The bag, the one she'd inherited, and more importantly, the one that contained her essentialsâher phone, her wallet, her cards, tissues, and yes, even her medsâlay there in his hands, as if it was a trophy.
She blinked, then stepped closer, feeling her lips twitch into a mix of disbelief and irritation. âAre you kidding me?â she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
Price didnât even flinch. He just leaned back slightly, clearly amused at the scene unfolding before him, and tossed a cheeky glance toward her. "You took too long," he said smoothly, his voice low and teasing. "Figured Iâd make myself comfortable while I waited."
His blue eyes scanned her, taking in every detail from head to toe before returning to her face. A playful grin tugged at his lips. "You look stunning," he said, his voice smooth. "Didn't know there was this side of youâbesides the muddy aprons, overalls, and tactical uniforms. Not that you weren't beautiful then, but... there's something about you when you're all put together."
She stood before him, dressed in an off-shoulder navy blue midi dress that elegantly flowed to mid-calf. The neckline revealed her collarbone and her petite, delicate shouldersâfeatures that had him fighting the urge to lean in closer. The sleeves of the dress were slightly puffed at the shoulders, tapering down to fitted cuffs at her wrists, adding just the right touch of drama to her polished look.
On her feet, a pair of navy blue velvet pumps completed the ensemble, elongating her legs and accentuating her graceful posture.
Her makeup was understated yet stunning, enhancing her natural beauty. Her well-groomed eyebrows framed her eyes perfectly, while a subtle smoky eyeshadow with neutral tones made her gaze captivating. A thin line of eyeliner defined her upper lash line, complemented by mascara-coated lashes that gave her eyes a soft, smoldering depth. A rosy blush brought warmth to her cheeks, while a bold satin mauve lipstick drew attention to her lips.
Her jewelry was minimal yet refinedâa pair of gold hoop earrings added a hint of sophistication, while a delicate gold necklace with an intricate blue-eye gem pendant rested lightly against her collarbone, catching the light with every slight movement.
Her hair was styled in long, loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders and back. The soft, voluminous texture of her hair, parted in the middle, framed her face beautifully, striking the perfect balance between elegance and effortlessness.
Johnâs gaze lingered a moment longer, his appreciative smile deepening.
She exhaled an exasperated sigh, stepping forward with determination as she reached for her bag. Yet, his long arms moved swiftly, keeping it just out of her grasp. Her frustration mounted, but before she could protest further, his other hand slid around her waist in one fluid motion, pulling her close. Her breath hitched as his head came to rest lightly against her stomach, his blue eyes gleaming with playful defiance as he looked up at her.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, her pulse quickening at the sudden closeness. His hold was steadyânot forceful, but firm enough to leave no doubt she wasnât going anywhere. The smirk tugging at his lips was maddening, and the noise of the room seemed to fade, leaving only the charged space between them.
To anyone glancing their way, anyone who might have seen them at that moment would have easily assumed they were a couple.
"Give back my bag, Captain..." she murmured, her tone a mix of frustration and amusement.
His reply came without hesitation, the timbre of his voice dropping low enough to make her shiver. "No," he said, his grin widening. "How about we strike a deal instead? You owe me for ghosting me, and now..." He paused, letting his words linger between them. "You're going to make it up to me."
She let out an exasperated sigh, though the telltale flush creeping up her cheeks didnât escape Johnâs sharp eyes.
âCould you let me go?â she asked, her voice betraying a mix of frustration and embarrassment.
He didnât budge. Instead, he shifted, turning his body fully toward her. Seated as he was, he wrapped his arm more firmly around her waist, trapping her against him. Her hips now pressed lightly against his chest, and he looked up at her with a gaze so intent it made her pulse falter.
âDonât make this harder on yourself,â he murmured, his voice low and edged with challenge.
She crossed her arms defiantly and turned her head away, refusing to meet his smoldering blue eyes. âWhat are you playing at?â she muttered.
His smirk deepened. âIâll tell you what. Keep this up, and Iâll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here.â
Her head snapped back toward him, eyes narrowing. âYouâre a neanderthal!! Oh, You wouldnât dare!!â
âTry me,â he said, his tone casual but laced with intent.
She stared at him, weighing her options. The sheer audacity of him left her fuming, but the steady determination in his expression left no room for doubt. He would absolutely do it.
For the sake of her dignityâand her reputationâshe sighed in defeat. âFine,â she muttered, her tone laced with reluctant surrender.
Johnâs victorious grin was infuriating, but she couldnât deny the spark of heat that danced in her chest. Once again, Captain John Price had won.
John rose from his seat, and her eyes widened as she was suddenly reminded of just how tall, broad-shouldered, and imposing he was. Even in her heels, she barely came up to his chest. The sheer presence of him made her feel small in a way that was both frustrating and... a little disarming.
A slow smile spread across his face as he reached for her hand, his fingers naturally intertwining with hers. She noticed, with some irritation, that he was still holding her bag by the straps in his other handâclearly not planning to return it anytime soon.
âUhmm... wait,â she blurted, gesturing vaguely toward the bar. âI need to pay for everything.â
Johnâs smile widened, his voice calm and reassuring. âDonât worry about it. Your friends took care of it. They send their compliments... and their best wishes for you to enjoy your time with me.â
Her lips parted in disbelief, and she let out an exasperated groan, her head tilting back slightly. âUgh, of course they did,â she muttered, the realization sinking in that her friends had been part of this elaborate setup all along.
A/N: And now... the Captain has finally CAUGHT YOU! No more running, no more escapingâyou're in his hands now. đ So, what happens next when you're completely at his mercy? Get ready for some intense and seductive moments to come... because John Price is about to seduce the hell out of you. Trust me, itâs only just beginning. đ Enjoy the ride, and donât say I didnât warn you!
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ÂĄ! orbiting pluto â
osamu miya x fem!reader
m.list
prologue !
â iâve been big and small and big and small and big and small again, but still nobody wants me, still nobody wants me â - nobody by mitski
between the galaxies and the stars,Â
         she was a mix of the moon and an orbit
                  she was everything yet nothing at the same time
                                         she was the moon
because she wasnât as perfect
as she was thought to be
she was broken with flaws
                but no one could see that
        because she shined so beautifully
that her flaws became imperfect perfectionsÂ
                                 ethereally glowing in the unlit sky
                       but she was also an orbit
for she was never standing still enough
        for anyone to truly stay
and she was tired of chasing
    stars that promised her galaxies
but left her with hollow skies
ââËïœĄâ
                and between the galaxies and the stars
        he was pluto,
slowly drifting away
           from the reach of the sun
                        yet never fully gone
                  because he collides with an orbit
     that shows him what itâs like
to matter in the shadow of burning stars
     and luminous planets
and together
they create a galaxyÂ
     where the stars of their love burn. ââËïœĄâ
ïŸïœĄâ⟠extra !
âoh, youâre back,â greeted her akaashi, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had steam swimming atop it.Â
âyeah,â she mumbled as she leaned down to take her shoes off.
âhow was the date?â
âshit, like always,âÂ
âoh, wellââ
âitâs okay akaashi, you say the same thing every single time. I know Iâll eventually find someone,â she chuckled. And he felt that it was a tad bit forced but he didnât say anything as he nodded, lips pulled together into a thin.
âwhere are the others?â she questioned as she walked to the fridge, fingers reaching out for a cold bottle of water.
âTsukishima is in his room studying and kuroo, Hinata and bokuto are out to get some snacks. They wanted a movie night when you got back.â
âoh, Iâm not feeling it tonight. Maybe some other day, Iâll go sleep now.â She mumbled as she retreated into her room and closed the door before he could even reply.
[notes] i tried to like to show you the dynamic here, sheâs pretty tired of going on dates and not finding what sheâs looking for, heâs tired of being overshadowed by his brother and together they should be able to be like quite literally puzzle pieces that complete each other in a sense. the last bit is just the aftermath of the date i mentioned in the intros.
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A Masked Promise
Ch.6
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader
The door to The Chariot swung open, breaking the calm of a quiet afternoon. You looked up, expecting another regular, but instead, your gaze landed on a familiar face. Dick Graysonâtall, broad-shouldered, with those striking blue eyes that always seemed to see right through youâwas standing in the doorway.
It had been weeks since heâd last stepped through the door, and you couldnât help but feel a flutter of surprise, mixed with something else you couldnât quite name.
âMr. Grayson,â you greeted, your voice a little more startled than you intended. The words felt almost too formal after all the playful teasing between you. You made yourself smile, trying to mask the flurry of thoughts in your head.
He raised an eyebrow at you, his lips quirking into a faint, amused grin. âStill calling me âMr. Graysonâ? Thought we were past that.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âI mean, what else am I supposed to call you? Sir Grayson?â You raised your eyebrows teasingly, sliding a mug across the counter toward him. âYouâre not getting a free pass on the whole âDickâ thing. Thatâs just⊠weird.â
His grin widened, and he took the mug, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment. It wasnât anything, really, but there was something about the touchâsomething that made your heart race just a little bit faster.
âSir Grayson, huh?â he mused. âI think I can get used to that.â
He took a sip of the coffee youâd made for him, settling onto the stool across from the counter like it was the most natural thing in the world. You tried to act casual, to pretend you werenât immediately thrown off by the fact that he was hereâafter so longâand that he seemed so⊠comfortable.
âBeen a while,â you remarked, your tone light but curious. âWhatâs been keeping you busy, Mr. Grayson?â
He shifted slightly, that all-too-familiar guarded look crossing his features for just a split second. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the easy smile he usually wore. âYou know. Life. Things. Nothing youâd be interested in.â
You raised an eyebrow, amused but not pressing further. You knew better than to ask about the âotherâ side of his life, especially after how elusive he was with how he wanted to help Rachel. It wasnât something you expected him to open up about, not here, not now, and certainly not with you.
âHow about you?â he asked after a pause, his gaze shifting back to you. âHowâs everything going?â
âSame old, same old,â you said, waving a hand around the cafĂ©. âWork, coffee, customers. Nothing groundbreaking.â
He nodded, taking another sip. âItâs good to see you, though,â he said, looking directly at you. His voice was softer now, more genuine. âIâve missed coming here.â
You felt your cheeks warm at his words, but you quickly masked it with a laugh. âMissed me, huh?â you teased, trying to keep things light. âDonât worry, Sir Grayson. I wonât let you go too long without your coffee fix.â
A quiet moment passed, and you found yourself oddly aware of the space between you. It wasnât the usual easy banter you had when he visited. This time, something felt⊠different.
Finally, after what seemed like a pause too long, Dick set his mug down. His expression changed, becoming more serious, and you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift.
âI was wondering,â he started slowly, his voice low and steady, âif youâd like to go out with me sometime.â
You froze, the words hanging in the air between you like a dare. You blinked at him, trying to read his face, but he wasnât giving anything away. You wanted to laugh it off, to make some snarky comment about how this was the punchline to some elaborate joke, but you didnât. Instead, you tried to mask the sudden wave of nerves rising in your chest.
âLike a date?â you repeated, trying to keep your tone light and playful, though the words felt a little heavy. You leaned back against the counter, crossing your arms as you gave him a teasing smile. âGuess Iâm doing pretty well if someone like you is asking me out.â
Dick raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his blue eyes. âYouâre laughing it off because youâre nervous, right?â
Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the nervous heat creeping up your neck. âOh, no! Not nervous, Iâm just⊠you know, not really a date person.â You quickly waved your hand, trying to shrug it off. âIâve never really done the whole âdateâ thing. But, uh, youâre not the first guy to ask, if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
There was a beat of silence, and you quickly tried to cover up your discomfort with a forced laugh. âHonestly, I just kind of⊠well, I figured people like me donât really get asked out, so⊠you know, I never bothered. Guess itâs nice to know Iâm not completely off the radar, though.â
But Dick didnât laugh. His expression softened, the usual lightness gone. He leaned in slightly, those piercing blue eyes studying you intently, as if searching for something in your gaze.
âYouâve never been on a date?â he asked, his voice quiet, almost incredulous.
You felt a twinge of discomfort wash over you. âYeah, well⊠Iâve been busy, and itâs not like anyoneâs exactly lining up to take me out.â You shifted uncomfortably. âIâm used to it, really. Itâs fine. I donât need anyone toââ
Dick cut you off, his voice firm but not unkind. âThatâs not true.â He paused, his eyes not leaving yours. âAnd Iâm asking because I want to. Not because I think you need someone to fill some empty space. Youâre not invisible.â
You felt your chest tighten at his words, the weight of them sinking in deeper than you expected. The humor youâd been trying to mask it with slipped away, and for a moment, you just stood there, caught off guard by his sincerity.
âOkay, okay,â you said after a beat, your voice a little quieter now, as if you were still trying to find the right words. âIâll go out with you. Just⊠donât say I didnât warn you. Iâm terrible at this whole thing.â You added a wry grin, but there was a new softness to it. âBut Iâll try.â
Dickâs lips curled into a smile, one that made you feel like you were the only person in the room. âIâm not worried. Weâll make it fun. Iâll pick you up tomorrow night after your shift. Iâll take care of everything.â
You nodded, a mix of excitement and nerves filling you. âAlright, Mr. Grayson. Iâll see you then.â
As he turned to leave, you couldnât help but notice how your heart beat a little faster, how the simple thought of tomorrow made everything feel just a little more⊠possible. Maybe you were finally stepping out of the routine, out of the boundaries youâd built for yourself. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new.
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I have officially fulfilled all my adult responsibilities, and until I get a job, I can now fully focus on writing fic again. Something I haven't been able to do in years. That said, my rough goals for the next 6 weeks are to update all of the following:
Pas de Deux Technicality Sticky Sweet Penumbra Out of the Shadows
Not necessarily in that order, but, that's the plan! If anyone wanted to help further these goals by leaving a comment on any of these fics about what they liked or are excited to see in the coming chapters, it would ofc be appreciated.
#cookie speaks#cookie writes#kimchay#kinnporsche#plz#i promise anything that gets commented on#is going to be the first place i divert my attention#pas de deux will be a complicated one to update#bc i broke up the chapters in a VERY dumb way#so the next one is going to be l o n g#but other than that#interaction breeds inspiration!
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