hi i saw you write for robert shwartzman and i think he is so under appreciated especially when it comes to fanfic!! could you please write something friends to lovers with him maybe with the whole āoh no thereās only one bed i guess we have to shareā trope š„ŗ i would owe you my life i love your writing
summary: robert hosts a party. it doesnāt continue as it was supposed to, but itās alright anyway.
pairing: robert shwartzman x driver!reader
warning:Ā alcohol
wordcount: 2,3 k
a/n: this is set back in the golden prema/fda days (i miss them so much)
after months i finally finished this??? itās been an eternity, thanks uni,Ā love u too </3
you could hear light music mixed with laughter coming out of the slightly opened main window of the house. you just arrived at robertās place, where he decided to host what was supposed to be something between a small gathering and a party with members of the ferrari academy, who also happened to be his closest friends.
you, marcus and callum lived pretty close, so you had agreed long ago to always share one car whenever you planned to go to a party, so that at least two people could drink, while the other remained sober to drive them safely home, and tonight the chosen driver was marcus.
when you knocked on the door, you didn't have to wait long to be met with a smiley gianluca. he didnāt hesitate to pull you in a hug, soon after passing over to the boys, giving them their usual handshake.
āhey guys, how are you? welcome in!" the brazilian exclaimed eagerly when he greeted you. as you followed the orders, you entered the house, which, to your surprise, was adorned with fanciful lights, even on the sofa where mick, jehan, and robert sat.
āi didnāt expect christmas to arrive a month earlier this year!ā you exclaimed walking towards the boys with the intention of hugging them. while the first two laughed at your joke standing up to greet you, the house's owner crossed his arms and wore a pout on his face, causing an even louder laugh from everybody.
"come on rob, i was kidding. you know i love christmas." you seriously replied engulfing him. and just when he finally gave in and placed his arms around your body as a sign to both forgive you and greet you, callum talked.
"of course he knows. that's exactly why they are there."
robert actually considered for three seconds to leave his spot and kick him, but it would have been suspicious, so he opted for staying where he was, thinking of something that could save him from a possible embarrassing moment.
"i also bought your favourite gin and marcus' tequila." he shrugged his shoulder dismissively. "i want my friends to enjoy their night, so there are things around you like."
although callum almost blurted out your name, as you were the thing around he liked, on the other hand his brain stopped his mouth in time, deciding that waiting for everybody to be tipsy before putting him through that carnage would be funnier.
suddenly the main lights turned down leaving a confused expression on everyone's face, until marcus, from the side of the room where the switches were, started talking.
"now that we are all here, can we start the party?"
"yes kid, we can"
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some hours elapsed by and the majority of the boys were tiredly sitting on the sofa, while you and mick were drunkenly putting together some moves, which i'm not sure it can be called dancing, on the light jazz that was playing in the background. you didn't know the process that brought etta james to be played, considering not even half an hour prior all you could listen to was some edm music, but since the phone attached to the speakers was roberts's, you imagined it happened by his hand. and indeed it was him, after he heard the knocking on the wall from his neighbour when he walked in the kitchen to get a drink, realizing just then how late it was and they were being way too loud.
when the song ended, you collapsed on the armrest of the sofa where marcus was sitting. noticing his eyes were halfway closed from tiredness, you announced it was your time to leave.
"cal, let's go home maybe? marc is half asleep." you asked turning in his direction. he still hadn't answered, but you immediately noticed something in his look was off.
"marcus? are you sleepy or drunk?" callum examined his flatmate noticing his slouching on the couch and, for he doesn't understand what reason, the red ears, which was the common pattern he witnesses only when he was out drinking.
"mh, sleepy and drunk. allegedly sleepy because drunk." he replied cuddling to your side seeking a soft spot to rest his head, unsuccessfully since you stood up straight away.
"marcus! you were supposed to stay sober, it was your turn to drive us home!" you shouted at the boy, fully aware that telling him this now wouldn't change a thing. not surprised, callum let his head hanging down, reflecting on the possibility of driving them home, immediately dismissing it as he drank as well.
years of training reflexes to recognize when they are not on spot to drive, useful.
you stood there looking at your friend, pondering what was the best choice to bring you home safe and sound. since all of you had too much alcohol in your body, driving was not an option, and neither was walking because your house was too far away and marcus was clearly not in the condition to do so, nor ride a bicycle.
so basically you were screwed, except for the fact that you were at robert's house and, as the good party host he claims to be, he had the right solution for you.
"i think i have enough space for everybody to sleep here," he glanced around the living room thinking about how many people could fit on his couch. "three people can stay in the guest room, two on the sofa and two in my room."
"oh my- you are a godsend rob!" you excitedly jumped on him, after he saved you from a walk of kilometres holding your drunk friend.
you weren't the only one in the room having a realization though. in fact, while you were busy hugging robert, gianluca called shotgun for the guest room, fancying some due rest on a proper mattress, and mick and jehan reflexively run up the stairs, going for the room wishing the same as the younger driver. at the end of the day, they were already supposed to stay over, without expecting anybody to mess up their plan by getting drunk when not supposed to.
"it doesn't look like marc is gonna move anytime soon," callum said with half-closed eyelids looking at his full asleep friend, "and i don't think i have the energy to do any different, so i guess we'll take the couch."
the blond boy reached for the cupboard, taking out a blanket and kindly laying it out on his academy's teammates. the older of the two thanked him with a little smile and a yawn, while the new zealander was way to gone to be minimally conscious.
then robert nodded towards the staircase, to let you know his intention to go to his room, and you followed him
"did i seriously win the spot on the comfiest bed of the house without an effort? it must be my lucky day!" you ratiocinated walking up the stairs alongside rob, who was some steps behind you since he stopped to switch off the lights of the living room to let the boys sleep more comfortably.
"are you sure you don't mind sharing the bed? i can always stay with marcus and callum" he halted temporarily in case you didn't like the idea of sleeping together in a so small space.
"of course, rob. besides, it's your bed, if anything i would be the one on the couch." you insisted turning to him, beckoning him to stick to you.
once in his room, the atmosphere change pretty drastically for the russian. having his long time crush in his personal space was a new thing for him, which got him pretty flustered, not knowing how to act. not that you noticed it, while changing into your pajamas. if you only knew how that made robert freeze on the spot. notify him next time, please.
some giggles from the adjacent room distracted both of you and saved the blonde's brain from buffering over and over again.
"did we really think it was a smart idea to leave gianluca in the same room as jehan?" you questioned ironically, "they will keep us awake all night."
"definitely"
still laughing, you and your fluffy pyjamas got under the blanket on the bed on the opposite side of where a bedside table with some of rob's stuff laying around was set, inducing it was the part where he usually slept. you moved around a bit, trying to find some comfort in the unknown environment, meanwhile the blonde changed his clothes as well, getting in an old unused t shirt and some short, which looked a bit too light for your liking, but he was surely better used to cold temperatures than you were thanks to his childhood spent in russia. after taking the spare pillow on the chair, he walked to his side of the bed pushing the one already on the mattress in your direction to offer the most comfortable one between the two. lucky me callum is not here to tease me right now, rob reflected.
sleeply, you accepted it, not wanting to start the "you take it" āno, you take it" conversation in the middle of the night, watching the other finally getting under the duvet with a satisfied look on his face.
once both of you settle in the small bed, you relaxed finding some peace to sleep, but a fresh breeze hitting you feet cause that moment to be really brief. at first, you decided it wasn't particularly bothersome, so you let it pass, but when all the warm the blanket was radiating was disappearing because of it and it became distracting for your sleep, you decided to investigate the cause.
"rob, you're too tall." watching under the duvet, you noticed he was laying with his legs straight and his feet didn't fit in the bed, leaving a gap at the end of it where the cold air could come in.
the small bed was not only narrow, but also too short.
"i know, i'm sorry. in theory the mattress is a full size, but in actuality it is a small-european size." he apologized for moving slightly to fit better, but without really knowing how.
"isn't it easier if you just bend your legs?" you suggested seeing his discomfort. in response, the blonde did what you said but towards the wall, the opposite direction of what you had in mind, putting himself in another uncomfortable position as well. "i meant in this way, dumbass."
when you brutally put a hand on his knee to pull his legs on your side he was a little taken aback. he didn't want to intrude your space, and doing so your legs were all intertwined, and he couldn't stop thinking about whose legs his were crossing. it wasn't exactly like the time he slept with marcus during a grand prix because the radiator in his room was broken.
"am i-... do you, i mean..." he started stuttering, trying to form a proper sentence while you were looking at him, which was pretty distracting if you couldn't tell. "are my legs bothering you? i can move them if you-"
"it was a pretext to get you to do something about this." the boy was interrupted by your sentence, which wasn't entirely clear to him.
"about what?" he questioned back with a confused expression on his face. what he said made you laugh a bit, you honestly couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or was actually obnoxious.
"we can avoid the elephant in the room any longer or you can just cuddle me like normal people that like each other usually do."
you dropped the bomb, hoping you didn't misunderstand all the signals, otherwise that would be really embarrassing, but considering all the glances, the sweet actions only aimed at you, callum's jokes and the general tension sometimes was there between you two for absolutely no reason, you assumed this was not the case.
the boy looked at you with a blank expression, processing the words. has he been so obvious, too obvious, about his feelings? or was it his friends' fault with all the remarks? but mainly:
"each other? so you-"
"yes rob, i like you."
those icy eyes were looking at you like you told him a f1 seat was his. he didn't know how to form the concept he wanted to pronounce, letting him gasping. his reaction made some insecurities crawl into you, interrupting the eye contact you were previously holding, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy, causing an immediate reaction from him.
"that's good," out of all the words existing in the english vocabulary, these were the ones that came out. seriously? so he tried to fix his mistake by adding a "i mean- it's good because i like you too."
a nervous laugh escaped your lips, followed by a push on his shoulder. that was really horribly phrased, lucky him you liked him.
"good to know. now, i've been awake for like... nineteen hours? so if you don't mind, i would postpone this conversation to next morning when both of us will have more faculties to properly talk about it. the worst part of admiting it is done, anyhow." you yawned stretching around. with your legs still intertwined, the boy started fidgeting before opening his mouth and unsurely give voice to his thoughts.
"can i still hug you?"
you felt an overload of tenderness hearing the request, accompanied by the cute expression on robert's face, typical of someone in the beginning stages of a new relationship, with a lot of adoration, but plenty of insecurities. your natural answer was to scoot over and lay your head on his shoulder, which in response received a weird entanglement of arms around your body and a bright smile.
"goodnight rob" you murmured to the boy on your side, who answered you in the same way before settling down, with silence and calmness filling the room, knowing that at least callum now will stop messing with you on your unrevealed crushes.
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š, šāāļø, and š„ŗ for the writing ask game!
š Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?
Without a doubt, the Alternative Endings to Husk, in particular the Rayla ending.
Considering the tags, itās not spoiling to say killing off a character isnāt the easiest, but considering everything Callum and Rayla went through in Husk, it was a particularly bitter pill to swallow. Which is why they are the alternative endings, rather than the ārealā ending.
The sequel to Out of Time is also killing me, which is why its still in in first draft stage. And, like the Husk alt endings, this was really more how I saw the ārealā ending, but I wanted to be nice to my babies. Someday I might finish and post it, even though I feel super bad writing it. They did deserve their happy ending, but, well, life doesnāt always work out, does it.
I am also going back and editing my dark magic AU in preparation for posting to AO3, and very lonely, touch starved Rayla is making me super sad. While I have been joking with people about her hugging rocks and the like, a long time in Rayla POV in most fics, but especially here is a sad place.
Thankfully, it will ultimately carry my favourite tag (angst with a happy ending).
šāāļø Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
My husband does (and technically my eldest, because she writes fanfic in her journal!) and a friend who also got back into his creative hobbies during the pandemic but thatās pretty much it.
š„ŗ Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
I really love the little quiet moments between characters. So, someone knowing you almost better than you know yourself. Knowing that when the other is upset to give them space and a cup of tea or a hug, if thatās what they need right there and then. Or seeing a gift or something and knowing the other person would like it and getting it without thinking. Preparing a favourite meal or doing the laundry because the other person hates laundry.
It doesnāt have to be traditionally romantic, but, to me, doing those kind of things shows a depth of caring and understanding.
I do prefer love in the little moments over big, grand gestures. Love rooted in friendship, fondness, respect and admiration.
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Reading through the pro dom tag and I love it!
That idea about ftm lance made me think ā¦ him coming out to the rest of the club?
At the point only Este, Lando, Callum and his 2 regular clients know but heās struggling with hiding it so one night when theyāre having a āteam eveningā (just a night where they all hang out, get food and drink and relax) he finally tells everyone.
Heās very nervous and is worried about their reactions but when Max comes over and cuddles him telling him heās the best ever he knows thereās nothing to worry about
Thank you!! I adore this au and this twist to it š„ŗ
Lance would be so nervous to tell everyone. He considers them family but he's terrified to tell them. His coming out as a teenager wasn't a welcome one and there was so much hostility that Lance has just never felt the need to tell anyone that he was born the wrong gender.
He has so much support from Lando and Esteban. Esteban helped him through most of his transition and Lando has never seen Lance as anything but Lance. He knows the team will be supportive of him but it's still terrifying.
Telling Callum had taken so much energy. Lance knew it was a good thing that he told him because it helped Callum so much. It helped him as much as it helped Callum and that's what drives him to tell everyone because its the first time outside of his boys and a few clients that Lance has felt himself fully
So he tells Esteban and Lando that he wants to tell everyone. Lando just hugs him tight and Esteban holds his hand and tells him that they're proud of him and they love him and he should only do this if he's ready but Lance is
They invite everyone over to their apartment. They have food and drinks and it's fun and relaxed. It's just a normal bonding night for them to vent about clients or university and life outside the club and then Lance clears his throat and tells them. He explains everything from why he kept it hidden to how and when he stops he's just terrified that they're going to hate him
But then Max is hugging him, nearly crushing his ribs and telling Lance he loves and supports him. Sebastian is smiling proudly, as are the other older members of the club, Charles is there holding his hand and when he turns, Callum is watching him through happy tears and his boyfriends are both watching him proudly
It's hit Lance then that he might have started the club as a safe space for doms and subs, but somewhere along the way he created a family that'd love him unconditionally
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