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Wash, Rinse, Romance, Repeat!
Warning: Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, She fell literally first and fell harder. This is a work of fiction with nothing to do with the idol's actual life. I do like some feedback. If you ever feel like "Hey this is very offensive." do tell me.
Pairing: Jay of Enhypen x fem!reader
Summary: Youâve always waited for the 40-minute wash cycle to end in the laundry room of your University dormitory, but everything changes when you accidentally stumble into the wrong room and meet Jay, a charming fashion major with a guitar. What starts as a simple mix-up leads to a delightful routine of late-night jam sessions and laughter amidst the warm scent of fresh laundry.
Word Count: 4k Words
A/N: Wanted this to be part of a series called University series but this does not fit the vibe I wanted. Based on an old ff I wrote back in 2021, really love the concept of laundry rooms donât know why.
Written: 2 November 2024
Masterlist Š ae-cow. Do not claim, steal or repost. All rights reserved
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You hurry down the dimly lit hallway of HYBE University, glancing at the clock that reads 4 AM. The campus is eerily quiet, and youâre on laundry duty today. Thursday rolled away too fast as you're tasked with washing your clothes after 2 days of not cleaning them. Spotting a door marked âLaundry,â you push it open.
You head back to your dorm to avoid waiting in the laundry room for 40 minutes, preferring the comfort of your bed. But as the time ticks down, you know itâs time to return.
Now, with only five minutes left, you step back inside. The warm scent of detergent fills the air, mingling with something cosy and inviting. You pause, realising this isnât your usual laundry room. Panic sets in when you see a guy lounging casually on a counter with his guitar.
He looks up, surprise lighting up his face. âUh, hey!â you say, feeling your cheeks flush. âI didnât mean to intrude. Wrong room.â
Before you can retreat, your foot catches on a stray sock. You stumble, knocking over a basket of freshly laundered clothes. The fabric spills onto the floor, and embarrassment washes over you.
âWhoa, careful!â Jay laughs, hopping off the counter.
You bite your lip, feeling flustered. âI thought this was the other laundry room. I didnât think anyone would be around,â You said, standing up
âNot many people do laundry at 4 AM,â he grins, picking up a shirt. âWanna help me fold? Youâve already made a mess, after all.â
Hesitating momentarily, you glance at your clothes piled in the corner. âMy clothesââ
Youâre drawn in by his easy smile. âUh, sure, why not?â
You perch yourself on the counter, your legs swinging as you begin folding. The atmosphere shifts as Jay starts strumming his guitar, soft melodies filling the room with warmth. A smile spreads across your face, and the tension you carry eases away.
âWhatâs your name?â he asks, glancing up from his instrument.
âIâm [Your Name].â
âNice to meet you ____, Iâm Jay, So, whatâs a girl like you doing in a place like this at this hour?â
You laugh, feeling more comfortable. âJust trying to keep my laundry game strong. What about you?â
He shrugs, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. âThought Iâd make the most of my quiet time. This is my jam session spot.â
You canât help but grin. âUsually, I come up here around the same time. Itâs so quiet that I couldâve heard your tunes, but I never did.â
âThis is a new routine for me,â he admits. âThe boys would come up here to play games and do work, but I wanted some alone time, so yeah, I started coming here about a week ago.â
You nod, then again usually just come down, put in my detergent and softener, and then head back up. Once the timerâs up, you fold everything back into your dorm. But there might be a change of routine from now on.
Suddenly the sound beeps from the other laundry room, the lady's side. It was so quiet that you could hear the sounds of the beep from here.
âOh, um that must be mine,â Damn it, why must that 5 minutes that would usually be hours be actually 5 minutes?
With a reluctant smile, you wave goodbye to Jay and grab your clothes from the dryer. As you head toward the elevator, you canât shake the feeling that you want to linger a bit longer. Before stepping inside, you glance back over your shoulder and see Jay still folding his clothes, his guitar resting against the counter.
With a burst of spontaneity, you walk over to the door and knock gently. He looks up, initially shocked, but his expression softens into a smile when he sees itâs just you.
âHey!â he exclaims, looking pleasantly surprised. âYouâre back already?â
âI just wanted to say⌠it was nice meeting you. Iâm sure Iâll see you around,â you say, trying to keep the tone casual despite the flutter in your chest.
âDefinitely. I mean, Iâll be here, every alternate day jamming away in the laundry room,â he chuckles, folding another shirt. âYou know, this could be our new late-night hangout spot.â
You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought. âI like that idea. Iâll hold you to it.â
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The next day, you canât help but notice Jay everywhere on campus. In just one day, youâve seen him six times. Heâs at the cafeteria, laughing loudly with his friends. You spot him through the window of his culinary class, where heâs focused, chopping vegetables with an oddly captivating ease. Later, you see him at the nearby Seven-Eleven, picking out a drink,
And too you realised the boy you had met in the laundry room with a casual tee, sweats had impeccable taste in fashion. His hair was slicked back, shades on, white button tee with the first button off paired with a brown leather jacket and black straight pants. Is it your great attention to detail or are you using it as an excuse for your growing fast crush on Jay? We don't knowâŚ
Your roommate raises an eyebrow when you offer to do the laundry. âWhy are you suddenly so eager to do the laundry, mine at that?â she asks, amusement dancing in her eyes.
You shrug, trying to play it cool. âJust thought Iâd help out more, you know?â
Is it just an excuse for you to stay with Jay longer while you say âGosh I have more clothes to fold today.â
She smirks but doesnât push it. âWell, if youâre volunteering, I wonât complain.â
With each passing day, the anticipation builds within you. After your first encounter with Jay on Thursday, you find yourself eagerly waiting for 4 AM to roll around on a Saturday. Your roommate is fast asleep, her clothes mingling with yours in the basket, while you mentally prepare a song youâd like to hear if he ever asks.
When the clock finally strikes four, you practically bounce out of bed, excitement coursing through you. You gather your laundry essentials, a song humming in your mindâone that captures the mix of nerves and thrill you feel when you think of Jay.
You made your way down, the basket of dirty laundry in hand. As you approached the girlsâ laundry room, curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked to your left. There was Jay, looking adorably confused as he inspected his jacket. You couldnât help but grin.
Shaking off your thoughts, you headed to your side of the room, quickly placing your clothes in the washer. You separated the whites as youâd promised your roommate, preparing them for a different cycle.
Once you were done, you turned back to Jayâs side and knocked gently on the doorframe.
âHey,â you said, trying to keep your tone casual.
âOh, hey!â he replied, his surprise quickly melting into a smile.
He wore his hair unstyled this time, it was fluffy unlike the one you saw on campus however you liked this style on him, it was cute.
âWhatâs with that look on your face?â you asked, tilting your head in curiosity.
âMy sweaterâs colour is coming off,â he said, holding it up with a pout. âI literally just bought it, wore it once, and now it has these weird white-ish patches!â
You couldnât help but laugh softly, the sight of him pouting was almost too cute to handle. âWhat did you wash it with?â
âI think I mixed it up with my whites. I didnât even check,â he groaned, dramatically dropping his head back against the wall. âWhat am I going to do?!â
âWell, you might need a laundry lesson,â you teased, stepping closer. âItâs always good to separate colours from whites, Youâve gotta treat your clothes right.â
Jay chuckled, shaking his head. âI guess Iâm not cut out for this whole laundry thing.â
You leaned against the wall next to him, feeling the warmth of the room and the easy chemistry between you. âHey, we all start somewhere. Besides, Iâm here to help.â
His expression brightened. âReally? Youâd help me save my jacket?â
âAbsolutely! I might even throw in some extra laundry tips while weâre at it.â
âDeal!â he said, looking more hopeful. âSo, whatâs the first lesson?â
âAlways read the care label,â you said with mock seriousness. âAnd never underestimate the power of fabric softener.â
You both laughed, the air between you growing lighter and more comfortable. âAnd anyways, your jacket is still in amazing quality. Youâve gotta make something out of it,â you said, trying to encourage him.
You paused, thinking. âHmm, what if you bleached it? It could turn all white?â
He shook his head
âNo? Uhh, how about tie-dye? I have a friend who taught me once,â You said
âGreat idea!â he exclaimed,
âI can ask my friend what colours I can borrow, and we can meet up tomorrow to do it,â you offered, already looking forward to the next encounter.
âAww, thanks, man! Never expected some stranger I literally met a day ago would do that for me,â he said, his smile brightening.
You felt a slight sting at the word âman,â but brushed it off. At least he felt comfortable enough to call you that. âWell, I guess Iâm just a friendly laundry enthusiast,â you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
âDefinitely a friendly one,â he laughed.
âSo. What colours are you expecting your sweater to have??â
âPink? Slightly darker blue than this and so yellow could be nice,â He said as you nodded your head intently
âSo, whatâs your laundry schedule like? Should I expect to see you at 4 AM every two days now?â He asked
You nodded âI mean yeah If I get to see you sure,â You were taken by surprised with your sudden wave of confidence
A grin spread across his face
âWell, Iâll make sure to have my guitar ready for our next laundry session, then. I might need a backup singer.â
âBackup?? Iâm the lead singer, Jay,â you laughed, feeling a playful spark between you.
âTruly? I do hope that your beautiful face has a beautiful voice too,â he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes.
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment, âSo, erhrm,â You coughed âDo you need help folding?â
At that moment, the laundry room felt less like a chore and more like a cosy hideaway where new friendshipsâand perhaps something more developing.
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Tuesday had come around, it was time to do the laundry again, you stuck to your 4 AM routine. This time, you were excitedâyour friend had given you the tie-dye supplies in the vibrant colours you wanted and after texting Jay if he was coming to wash his laundry today(he was!) You took your laundry and quickly went up again to grab the supplies
As you approached the laundry room, you knocked on the door, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.
âHey!â
âI just did my laundryâŚâ you said, holding up the colourful supplies triumphantly. âBut that wonât stop me from coming here. I brought the colours!â
âWoah,â he said, eyes widening as he took in the array of dye. âThis is going to be fun.â
âDid you bring your jacket?â
He nodded, pulling it out from his bag. You could see the faint white patches where the colour had bled.
âLetâs do this,â you said, feeling a rush of excitement. âIâll show you how to tie-dye!â
âReally? You know how?â
âYeah! My friend taught me.â You spread the jacket on a clean surface. âFirst, weâll twist and fold it to create some cool patterns.â
You twisted the fabric with your hands, creating spirals and knots. âSee? Itâs all about how you fold it.â
With the Jacket prepped, you began applying the dye, squeezing the vibrant colours onto the fabric. âThis part is the most fun. Just be random with it!â You added splashes of colour, watching the fabric absorb them.
You passed the colours to him too, it was his sweater, after all, he had to decorate it.
âItâs messy but totally worth it!â He said
âNow we just have to let it set.â
With the jacket soaked in colour, you hopped up onto the counter, your heart light with excitement for what the rest of the day might bring. You see the same Guitar youâd see every time you came here, yet you havenât heard any of his music.
âWant to fill the time with a song while we wait for your clothes to finish?â
âDefinitely,â he said, reaching for his guitar. âWhatâs your jam?â
âSurprise me!â you replied, grinning as he began to strum a gentle tune, filling the cosy laundry room with music.
Today you learned that he is a Fashion student, an only child, likes to cook, named his guitar Gibson because of his father and has an insanely attractive accent when he speaks in English.
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Thursday. The following days drag on as you try to ignore the nagging thought of Jay in the laundry room. You had an assignment looming over you, a 10-page essay due in just two days, and it was starting to feel like a mountain you had to climb.
You had begged your roommate to handle the laundry for you. âI have to finish my essay. Laundry is the least of my worries,â you insisted.
âSeriously?? Just two days ago, you were begging to do the laundry. What happened?â she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
âPeople change,â you muttered, avoiding her gaze.
âNo, go do your laundry it fucking stinks in here! Itâll take less than two minutes to toss the clothes in, add detergent, and you can type away during those 40 minutes,â she countered, her tone teasing but firm.
âUrgh, fine!â you finally relented, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
After a quick trip to the laundry room, you shoved the clothes into the machine, the cycle starting with a satisfying hum. You headed back to your dorm, feeling the weight of the essay pressing down on you. Sitting at your desk, you opened your laptop and tried to focus, but your thoughts drifted back to the cosy moments spent with Jay.
The vibrant colours of the tie-dye jacket youâd made together flashed through your mind, along with his easy smile and laughter. You sighed, trying to push those thoughts away. You had to stay focused.
But every time you tried to write, your mind wandered to what you were missing: those quiet mornings filled with laughter, music, and the sweet scent of laundry detergent.
Friday, you stuck to your plan, diving deep into the essay, and sacrificing your sleep. The deadline loomed closer, and the idea of spending time with Jay felt increasingly like a distant memory.
You think you were being dramatic but why were you missing the smell of the softener that you could smell whenever you two were in the same vicinity? The sweet smell of Foral in contrast to the cool style just makes him even moreâ focus just a few more hours.
You could only hope that after you turned in your essay, youâd find a way back to the warmth of those mornings in the laundry room.
You had finally finished your essay, sending it in at exactly 11:58 PMâjust two minutes before the deadline and the weekend. A wave of relief washed over you, but it quickly turned into a pang of regret as you realized you hadnât seen Jay in days, you've been sewn to your bed for 3 days. His smile and laughter from the laundry room lingered in your mind, reminding you of what you missed.
Man, you are down bad when you realise days without him were just you thinking about him.
Jay was on the laundromat, his usual guitar and a laptop to watch videos as he waited for his laundry to finish. He knows that you are busy, you both are university students so he understood that assignments were what's stopping you.
But he can't help but shake the feeling of emptiness. The reason why he started coming here at 4 AM was to enjoy the quietness and also the quiet yet loud sounds of the strums on the guitar.
Yet with you around he didn't mind the loudness of it all. The laughter, the singing from both you and him, the harmonising to one direction because it seems like the go-to artist for the two of you.
He knew your schedule you told him that you come here every 2 days, This week was Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, but you two could unexpectedly see each other on campus anyways, Monday is coming up and your jam session can start again.
As he strummed a few chords absentmindedly, he couldnât help but feel a sense of longing for those early morning sessions. It was funny how the presence of another person could transform something so mundane into something extraordinary. The quietness he once cherished felt dull and lonely without you to share it with.
With a sigh, he glanced at the clock, hoping for a glimpse of you at any moment. The thought of your infectious smile and the way you lit up when you sang filled him with warmth, reminding him of why he had started coming here in the first placeânot just for the peace but for the connection that blossomed in the most unexpected place.
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Saturday. You jolted awake the next morning to bright sunlight streaming through your window. Panic washed over you as you glanced at the clockâit was already 11:00 AM and you hadnât done your laundry.
After a hasty breakfast, you threw on some clothes, barely managing to brush your hair before rushing out the door. You needed to check the laundry room for Jay. It seemed unlikely heâd be there, but you couldnât resist the chance.
As you navigated the buzzing campus, excitement and nervousness churned in your stomach. When you reached the laundry room, you paused outside the door, heart racing. You pushed it open and peered inside.
To your delight, there he wasâJay, humming softly as he folded his sheets. He looked up, and a wide grin spread across his face. âHey! You came back!â
You smiled back, but then it hit youâyou had come at 11 AM instead of your usual 4 AM. A few male students in the room shot you curious glances, and you felt a rush of embarrassment.
âOh god, I forgot itâs not 4 AM,â you muttered, hitting your forehead lightly. You gave an awkward smile and turned to leave.
What if the reason why was here at 11 was because he didnât want to wake up at 4 AM and that you were stupid enough to thinkâ
âHey, laundry buddy!â he called out, waking you up from your thoughts
âHi, I came to see you when I finally finished my essay,â you replied, turning back.
âGood thing 'cause I had to come here twice! Once at 4 and now, my roommate spilt soju on my bedsheet,â He explains
You winced
âYeah, but hey I thought I lost my favourite laundry buddy!â he teased, his eyes sparkling.
Relief flooded over you. âIâm sorry! I had a paper due, and it consumed my life for the past few days.â
âNo worries! I figured you were buried under textbooks. It is exam season,â he said, leaning casually against the counter. âBut youâre back now.â
âYeah, umm, letâs meet again but next time at our usual time?â you suggested.
âSure!â
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Monday. As you settled onto the counter, your legs swinging, Jay picked up his guitar, filling the room with familiar sounds. He strummed a soft melody, and you couldnât help but sway along, feeling the tension from the past few days melt away.
âWhat song do you want to hear?â he asked, glancing up at you.
You thought for a moment, then smiled. âI've been listening to a lot of One Direction, Nobody Compares? Do you know the melody?â
He nodded, launching into the song, his fingers dancing over the strings. You felt a flutter in your chest as you listened, captivated by the way he poured his heart into the music.
After a while, you couldnât resist joining in, your voice blending with his. The room felt alive with laughter and music, the soft lingering eyes that you felt while you sang a verse đ, the warm scent of detergent still lingering in the air.
As you sang, you realised how much you had missed this connection, this comfort. The laundry room had become more than just a place to wash clothes; it was your secret escape, a space where you could truly be yourself.
When the song ended, Jay looked at you with a playful smirk. âYou know, I think we make a pretty good team.â
âYeah, we do,â you agreed, feeling your cheeks warm. âWho knew laundry could be so much fun?â
He chuckled, then leaned closer. âI was thinking⌠Maybe we could do this more often? Not just for laundry, but maybe hang out outside of here too?â
Your heart raced at the suggestion. âIâd like that.â
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Wednesday. You and Jay had settled into a comfortable rhythm in the laundry room, the familiar sounds of washing machines and the sweet scent of detergent enveloping you. It was another cosy evening, however, you could sense something was bothering Jay but you didn't want to pry, wanting him to share what was bothering him when he felt ready.
âHey, umm ___?â he called, breaking into your thoughts. His tone was serious, and you turned to meet his gaze You were playing with his guitar, strumming it. âYeah, Jay?â you stopped
He hesitated for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. âIâve been thinking⌠about us.â
Your heart raced at the sudden weight of his words. âUs?â you echoed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.
âYeah,â he continued, his expression earnest. âI really enjoy our time together, and Iâve never met anyone quite like you. Youâre fun and creative, and you make laundry way more enjoyable.â
You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, but the moment was electric with unspoken feelings. âI feel the same way,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jay looked surprised, but there was a spark of hope in his eyes. âReally?â
Taking a deep breath, you decided to take the plunge. âI know we started just doing laundry together, but itâs turned into something so much more for me. I canât stop thinking about you, and I like being around you.â
His eyes widened, a smile breaking across his face. âYouâre not just saying that, right?â
âNo, I mean it,â you replied, feeling a surge of confidence. âYouâve become more than just my laundry buddy. Iâve been looking forward to our time together.â
Jayâs expression softened, and he stepped closer, his gaze steady. âIâve felt it too, ___. Iâve never had this kind of connection with anyone before. Itâs refreshing.â
Your heart raced as you searched his eyes for any sign of doubt, but all you saw was warmth and sincerity. âSo⌠where do we go from here?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âMaybe we could make this official?â he suggested, his tone hopeful. âIâd love to take you out, outside of the laundry room, and see where this goes.â
You nodded, feeling a rush of happiness. âIâd really like that, Jay. A lot.â
You stood there, the air between you charged with unspoken promise. You both knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful. The laundry room, once merely a place for mundane chores, had transformed into the backdrop for a budding romance, and you couldnât wait to see where it would lead.
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âź. masterlist â taglist â request. âź. genre: smut. âź. wc: 3.1k.
michaela's six years in italy pay off in her professional life. one area she didn't expect them to pay off is in her romantic life. in jenson's defense, anything michaela does gets him going.
âź. warnings: 18+ mdni, smut smut smut, jenson has a michaela speaking italian kink, unprotected sex, pretty tame but sweet regardless.
âź. notes: another filler chapter lol. don't think too hard about the date, it's completely arbitrary bc this is just a filler. i promise i have more actual plot, abu dhabi 2021 is next :)
000.â â OCTOBER 16, 2021   âşÂ   Cagliari, Italy
Michaela leaned against the balcony railing, the Sardinian sun casting a warm glow over her taut, athletic frame. She squinted at the horizon, the sea a serene canvas of blues and greens that stretched to infinity. The salty breeze whispered through her hair, a gentle reminder of the world outside the sheltered bubble of the luxurious hotel room.
Her thoughts drifted to the race that had just concluded. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she heard the distant roar of the crowd. The Extreme E circuit was a playground for champions, a place where Jenson could still indulge in his love for speed without the relentless pressure of Formula 1. The same pressure she faced every time she strapped into her own McLaren.
The door clicked open, and she spun around, her heart racing. Jenson strutted in, a boyish grin on his face and a sheen of adrenaline glistening on his skin. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, and the sight of him made her pulse quicken.
"You did well, JB," she said, using his nickname with a playful smirk.
Jenson closed the distance between them, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Thanks, darling," he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I wish you could've seen it in person. The track was insane."
Michaela smiled, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he pulled her in closer. "I had a pretty good view from here," she said, gesturing to the TV behind her. "But I'll take your word for it. You looked like you were in your element."
Jenson chuckled, his gaze lingering on the oversized vintage Suzuka circuit shirt adorning her frame. "You know I can't resist a good race." His hands began to roam, gently caressing her hips, his thumbs brushing the waistband of her shorts as they dipped underneath the hem of her shirt. "But I missed you."
Michaela felt a flutter in her stomach as she met his eyes. "Missed me, or missed being in bed with me?" she teased, her voice low and eyes narrowed.
"Both, actually," Jenson confessed, his grin turning into a seductive smirk. "But right now, I'm thinking about the latter."
Michaela rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her own smile. "Have you eaten? We should order room service before you pass out from exhaustion."
"Mmm, I could go for a pasta," Jenson said, his voice a low purr as his hands continued to roam. "But I'd much rather have dessert first."
Michaela playfully slapped his hand away, laughing. "Let's at least order something to eat first. I waited for you to comeback before I ordered." She stepped back and picked up the phone, her fingers dancing over the buttons as she dialed the front desk. "Buonasera," she greeted in flawless Italian, the language rolling off her tongue like a native. "Possiamo avere il servizio in camera, per favore?"
Jenson rose from his spot on the bed, watching her with a smoldering look in his eyes. "God, you're so sexy when you speak Italian," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He stalked over to her, his breath warm against her neck as he nibbled gently on her earlobe. His hands slid around her waist again.
Michaela giggled, trying to keep her focus on the order. "Jenson, behave," she chided, though her voice lacked conviction. The feeling of his body pressed against hers was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else.
"SÏ, questo è tutto. Addebitare alla camera, per favore. Grazie," she finished, hanging up the phone and turning to face him with a smirk. "Room service is on its way."
Jenson's gaze was unyielding, his eyes dark with want. "I don't care about room service," he murmured, his hands moving from her waist to cup her face. His thumbs traced her cheekbones, his eyes searching hers for any sign of protest. "Not when you're speaking Italian like that."
"I was just ordering food, Jense," she said with a playful laugh, though the heat in her voice betrayed her own growing arousal. She stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest.
"But when you talk like that," Jenson whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "it's like you're speaking directly to my soul." His eyes searched hers, hunger plain in his gaze. "It's so intimate."
Michaela's laughter faded, replaced by a soft sigh as she leaned into his touch. "You're such a romantic," she said, her voice teasing. But she didn't move away.
Jenson leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue danced with hers, a silent promise of the passion that awaited them. She melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself.
Michaela pulled away, breathless. "Room service will be here any minute," she murmured, though the protest was half-hearted at best.
"They can wait," Jenson said, his voice gruff with need. He scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. She gasped as he carried her to the bed, laying her down with a tenderness that betrayed his urgency.
Their kisses grew more feverish, their bodies tangling together as if trying to become one. Jenson's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and line with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His touch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, and she arched into him, her own hands running through the blonde hair she had grown so fond of.
Michaela's racing heart hammered against her ribcage as Jenson's hand slipped under her shirt, his calloused fingers brushing against her bare skin. She gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. He broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering as he stared down at her. "Keep speaking Italian to me," he urged, his voice thick with desire.
Michaela's breath was hot against his skin as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her words a mix of English and Italian that only served to heighten his desire for her. He felt his own passion mirrored in her touch, her hands roaming over his chest and down to his waistband, eager to feel all of him.
With a groan, Jenson lifted himself off her, standing to remove the last of his clothes. He watched her eyes follow the trail of his muscles, the desire in them making him feel like the luckiest man alive. He joined her on the bed again, their bodies a tangle of limbs and passion. Michaela reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length. He sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. He felt the heat building, the tension in his body growing taut with every jerk of her wrist.
Her other hand found his chest, her nails digging in slightly as she guided him closer. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of him teasing her entrance as an impatient hand brushed her panties to the side. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the heady mix of love and lust threatening to overwhelm them both.
Michaela looked up at him, her eyes filled with a raw, unbridled need. "Jenson," she murmured, her voice a soft plea. He took one last moment to savor the sight of her before he pushed inside her, filling her completely.
Her gasp was music to his ears, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, almost tender, as if they were both trying to savor every second. But as the passion grew, so did their desperation. Their movements grew more urgent, more frenzied, each thrust and moan echoing around the room like a symphony of desire.
Jenson watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought for control. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his, their tongues tangling together as their bodies found a rhythm that spoke of love and need. The feel of her, tight and wet around him, was intoxicating, and he could feel his climax approaching.
Michaela's nails dug into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Her breathy moans grew louder, and he knew she was ready for more. He picked up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent as he felt her muscles begin to clench around him.
"So pretty," she hummed as she pulled his face away from the crook of her neck. Her thumbs tracing the lines of his jaw, feeling the stubble prickle against her skin. "CosĂŹ, cosĂŹ carino." She repeated in Italian, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his mouth on hers.
Michaela felt the warmth spread through her core as Jenson's hand slid down to cup her breast, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. The sensation was electric, and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him.
"Talk to me, honey," she whispered seductively against his mouth, her voice thick with need. "Tell me how good it feels."
"God, it feels amazing," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained with effort. "You're so wet for me, so tight." His words were punctuated with each thrust, his voice growing hoarser with every passing moment.
Michaela's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she absorbed his words. She felt his muscles tensing beneath her, the veins in his arms standing out as he pushed himself deeper into her. "Don't hold back," she encouraged, her own voice breathless. "Take me, I'm all yours, baby."
"Yeah?" He whispered back, blue eyes burning into hers, his thumb now tracing her bottom lip.
She leaned into his touch, taking the finger into her mouth eagerly. Her brown eyes never left his blue eyes as she sucked gently, the sight making him growl with need.
Jenson couldn't resist anymore, he leaned down and kissed her again, deep and passionate. Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of skin on skin music to their ears. His hands roamed over her, feeling the heat of her body, memorizing every inch of her. He felt her arching into him, her legs tightening around his waist, her breathing growing more erratic.
One hand reached for the top of her headboard as the other reached down to grasp at her thigh, pulling it up to hook over his hip and spreading her wide open to him. The new angle sent Michaela's eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside her, a moan escaping her mouth as she felt herself stretch around him.
"Good girl," Jenson praised, his voice a low growl. The new angle allowed him to hit her g-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She couldn't help but whimper, her nails now scratching down his sides as the tension grew. "You take me so well. All the way in just like that."
Michaela's breath came in short gasps as she felt the beginnings of an intense orgasm building inside her. "Jense," she moaned, her eyes pleading for release. He knew she was close, and he wasn't far behind. His own orgasm was approaching like a freight train.
Jenson's grip tightened on her thigh as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers. The headboard thumped against the wall in a steady rhythm, muffled by the thick walls. He could feel her body tightening around him, and it was all he could do to hold on.
Michaela's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with desire. She met Jenson's gaze, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she whispered, "Dai, amore, fottimi piĂš forte," urging him on in Italian.
A feral growl rumbled in his throat as he complied, his hips driving into hers with a force that sent the bed rocking against the floor. The headboard thumped a wild beat that matched the pounding of their hearts, the only music in the room. The sound of their passion filled the air, a symphony of moans and gasps that grew louder with every stroke.
Michaela's eyes never left Jenson's as she felt the climax building within her, his every movement sending her closer to the edge. She could see the same need reflected in his gaze, his eyes dark with desire and determination to bring her to the brink.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, feeling the tension coil tighter within him.
Michaela's eyes rolled back, the pleasure reaching a crescendo as she felt Jenson's cock hit her in just the right spot. She knew she was close, so close she could almost taste it. "Need to come, Jenson," she begged, her voice a needy whine.
Jenson chuckled dryly, feeling her slip away deeper into the pleasure. "Say it nicely, love," he urged, his voice gruff with need. "Want to hear your pretty little mouth say it in Italian."
Michaela bit her lip, the challenge sparking something within her as she nodded. She met his eyes, her own smoldering with desire. "Per favore, lasciami venire, amore," she whispered, her voice thick with an accent that sent shivers down his spine.
Jenson's eyes flashed with pleasure, the Italian rolling off her tongue like a sweet, sweet promise. He felt the coil in his stomach tighten, his own orgasm close behind hers. "So fucking perfect, baby. You're so beautiful," he groaned, the words leaving his mouth almost involuntarily. He wanted to claim her, to show her how much she meant to him in every way possible.
"Fuck, baby, where do you want me?" he gritted out, his hips moving faster, his strokes deeper. She felt him swell inside her, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Anywhere, everywhere," she panted, her back arching off the bed. "Just don't stop, please." She practically begged, almost incoherent in the wave of her pleasure.
Jenson's eyes blazed with intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his strokes more deliberate. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her breath hitching with every push. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew more frantic, the sweet sound of their passion heightening.
"Mouse," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "I love how wet you are for me." His hand traveled down to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
Michaela's breath hitched, her eyes locked on his as she nodded. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes, Jense, please."
He took that as his cue, his thumb moving faster against her clit, his strokes deep and demanding. The tension built until it was almost unbearable, until she was writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his back. "Now, love," he urged, feeling her body tighten around him. "Come for me."
Michaela's eyes widened as she felt the orgasm crash over her, waves of pleasure washing away every thought, every worry. She screamed out his name, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Jenson groaned, feeling her tighten around him, his own orgasm following closely behind. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he emptied himself inside her.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Jenson rolled over, taking her with him so she lay sprawled on top of him, her head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting rhythm beneath her ear. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, the scent of their lovemaking mingling with the faint aroma of the sea breeze that filtered through the open balcony doors.
"You're going to have to teach me Italian," Jenson murmured after a moment of contented silence, his voice rumbling through his chest and into her ear. "Everything sounds better when you say it."
Michaela chuckled, her breath still coming in pants. "I'd be happy to," she said, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his chest. Perched on his chest, she felt his heart beating beneath her, the steady rhythm matching the gentle rise and fall of his breath.
They laid there for a few moments, the only sound in the room the rustling of the hotel curtains dancing in the breeze from the open balcony. The sun painted stripes across the floor, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies.
"I love you, Michaela," Jenson murmured, his hands stroking her back lazily as he felt her body relax into his. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."
Michaela lifted her head to look at him, her eyes soft with affection. "I love you too, Jense," she said, her voice a quiet whisper. "More than I ever thought I could love someone." She placed a gentle kiss on his lips before rolling off him and standing up, stretching her toned body. The room service cart rattled in the hallway, a discreet knock at the door interrupting their intimate moment.
"I'll get it," Jenson offered as he reached for a robe, his chiseled abs glistening with a sheen of sweat. Jenson tied the robe around his waist, his movements slow and languid. "You go freshen up. I don't think I'll be able to focus on eating if I hear you speak Italian again." He winked, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable.
Michaela giggled and slipped into the bathroom, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and the aftermath of their passion. She glanced in the mirror as she tied her own robe together, her hair a wild mess around her face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As she washed up, she could still feel the echoes of Jenson's touch, the way his hands had roamed her body with such confidence and hunger.
When she emerged, Jenson had set up the room service on the small dining table. The sight of steaming plates of pasta and a bottle of wine brought a smile to her face. The wide, boyish smile that adorned his features drew a chuckle out of her.
"I didn't know you were such a romantic," she teased, walking over to him and placing a kiss on his cheek.
Jenson shrugged playfully. "You bring it out in me, sweetheart," he said, his voice warm and affectionate.
Michaela took her seat, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she surveyed the feast he'd arranged. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of the ocean. They ate in contented silence, their eyes meeting frequently over their plates, the heat between them melting away into a calmer affection.
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#its been so bad for years and i cant tell if its worse right now or if its just bc this period is coming right after a time where i was not#so lonely and i had a lot going on and i was seeing my friends all the time#or if its actually worse right now#it feel like i stepped right back into 2021#i honestly never thought it could get that bad again bc i was extra isolated due to lockdown#but somehow i feel the same now as i did back then#but im seeing other people every day#i can go out and do stuff and im not stuck in my room for most of the day#i know the only solution is to actually meet up with people#but i really feel like my friends arent that interested in seeing me#like im not a priority for anyone#and making new friends feels impossible rn#idk what to do really
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it was essentially i will recreate it for us all. us talking normally in the middle of an hour long convo at this point -> me: yeah i like those au's where shigaraki becomes a hero student i think it's cute it's pretty interesting how he was only 19 in season 1 and UA seniors are 18 and all ^_^ -> This user does not accept DMs.
#đž#AAAAIIIIIYEYEHEJWHSKS no i don't care anymore it was like 3 years ago ... i think they were like 16/17 too like sure#i'm still right though i was just talking about this w jupiter ... people can be weird about ANYTHING but be so serious this is a shounen#it is not war đ Oh gosh#people have done this to me a bunch actually which honestly is just funny still like ah do whatever you want ive blocked people for petty#stuff too. not mutuals i'm actively friends with but still.#i shrimply do not think it is the end of the world to say i like the idea of the kid who got groomed as a child to you know. not be#without people being like WOOOOAH. you support COPS NOW?#LIKE HAH. WHAT? WHERE DID WE GET THIS.. WHERE DID THIS COME FROM!!!!#2021 discourse was crazy i tell ya what#i think it's cute i think his quirk would be a fun rescue quirk and be actually similar to how ochaco does hero stuff#they could team up... cute ...#now i think DABI being a hero is a whole other thing depending on the person but also at it's core is not fundamentally ''problematic''#like omfg. take 600 steps back guys.#delegitimising his abuse / feelings towards hero society / his parents / getting rid of his scarring are not inherent to it like just don't#be silly about it and it's fine. i don't think he'd be a hero anyway even with that i think he was born to work at a convenience store#i don't mean that sorry. he could be a firefighter
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(For Reblog day!) {Belated} [*Though the intended pair was/Is Koushiro x Taichi, it can also be viewed as semi canon-compliant.]
(Fun fact: in the US Dub for Kyou Kara Maou!, {though it is also a heavily localized "dub"} Wolfram, one of the main leads, if not secondary main lead, is also Voiced by Mona Marshall (voice actor of Koushiro "Izzy" Izumi in US Dub!)
[Thus, some of the imagery here was meant to invoke or even lightly parallel Kyou Kara Maou and the dynamic between Yuuri and Wolfram, including within the original Light Novels version.]
(Example: There is a moment just before the final battle of Kizuna; That is meant to more specifically invoke/parallel the "I'LL fall with You" / "I finally CAUGHT YOU" line/scenes between Yuuri and Wolfram.)
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Digimon Adventure/tri/Kizuna A.M.V. ~ Version #1 Featuring Duo/Ship/OTP: KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} {Music Š/from: Kyou Kara Maou! [OST]/Soundtrack} [Song Title: Hateshinaku Tooi Sora Ni (In the Infinitely Distant Sky) {OST Instrumental version}]
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#amv: in the infinitely distant sky#originally posted: 2021#originally posted: aug 2021#aug 28 2021#grandpa r tag#kyou kara maou#s: hateshinaku tooi sora ni#kizuna koushiro#koushiro#taichi#koushiro and izumis#adult koushiro#adopted koushiro#adoptee koushiro#canon adopted character#(Made around+posted on the death anniversary of my Grandpa on not Jewish end + right around my Jewish grandmas passing date too....)#({bc that Grandpa was close to me too} even if I mainly talk about my Jewish grandma both of them helped raise me opposite familial ends)#(and it was the first Major familial death that impacted my family + my mother especially for some of my early later years)#(around that time I was also drifting from AMV making a Bit and it wasnt until around 2015 to 2018 I finally began Getting My Groove Back)#(because for at least 3~ years here I was watching my grandfather succumb to leukemia and melanoma from afar)#(*knowing* there was Nothing I Could Do except wait it out and hope he went with the least internal+physical pain possible)#(I still feel like I posted way too many of these during extreme downtime periods even when THIS one was still posted August)#(this one is to an instrumental track so even though there is a touch of very light angst+sentimental feelings intended)#(the track itself is very beautiful piano style and also has a semblence of hope towards the end!)#(The day my grandpa passed I nearly had a panic episode in the hospital myself because he couldnt recognize my other cousins+aunts)#(I didnt want to stick around to confuse him and make him not remember me so I let him 'see' me and politely stepped out)#(at least I was *there* but like... if he couldnt recognize my *aunts* who *lived there* theres *no way* hed have remembered me)#({we lived 5~ hrs away} and I didnt hold it against him at all but It Was Definitely Something **Hard** to 'Bounce Back' from)#(Im glad I finally returned to AMV making because making for Koushiro has helped me SO MUCH since then its unreal but *man*)#(Man I *wish* I had posted more of these during Aug 1st~3rd hypes+movie+series releases a bit less Completely Random Times of The Years)
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hey babe!
may I request AM!Seb X RB!driver!reader where she's like a female version of what he was when he drove for RB? Like, cocky, competitive and young, where she's basically him paying for his sins lmao
thanks <333
I see my reflection in your eyes - Sebastian Vettel x RedBullDriver! Reader
Plot: Cocky Young Red Bull Driver looks good when your in a team with Max Verstappen. Sheâs a menace on track and Sebastian feels as though he needs to put her in her place.
Warnings: SMUT. Car sex. Angst. Sexism (in the MS industry) etc. MINORS DNI 18+
A/N: Thank you for the request, my fav reader!
Credit to violetvettel for the GIF
You and Max were exceptional team-mate since you'd been promoted to Red Bull in 2021 but you'd became more of a menace on track than when you were a part of AlphaTauri.
Even though it wasn't a championship winning car, every week you were driving it like one. In your season prior to your promotion. You hadn't finished outside the points, had no DNF's a few podiums and even a race win.
Horner came to you during the summer break proposing to switch you out for Albon. Of course you immediately agreed. Max was the same age as you so you were actually already pretty close, you were always found causing mayhem around the paddock despite being in different teams right now.
Obviously once you came into RedBull the car just suited your driving style so well, and you adapted much quicker than Pierre and Alex had and on your first race in 2021 you'd set pole position. You and Max had locked out the front row and you were buzzing with energy. This could be the year you win the constructors.
However, the first race was a shame in Bahrain, Lewis had collided with you into Turn 5. Lewis ended up winning, Max in P2 and Valtteri in P3. It was supposed to be your podium ... but it didn't matter too much.
The season wasn't just a Max and Lewis battle, but you were up there as well. A real challenge for Max and you were confident.
Who wouldn't be ... first female race winner in F1 and at one point in the season you were Championship Leader?
And Sebastian always was irked by this. Because you reminded him so much of himself in his RedBull days. He was cocky, arrogant and if he was being honest with himself a bit of a prick and he could see that with you.
He didn't know if it was the more you hung out with Max or if it was just the ego getting bigger and bigger but he remembered you as a sweet little rookie... freshly out of F2 and were nervous any time you got in the car.
But now he looked at you and all he could see what the smirk... that sexy sexy smirk.
But now you were sat in a drivers conference talking about the upcoming race and problems from the last one.
The last race was Monaco and you'd podiumed with Lando and Max and it was an incredible feeling. The three of you had spent the night partying in Monte Carlo casino and the pictures were in the tabloids the next day.
The next race was Azerbaijan and towards the last few laps it was you battling it out with Sebastian. Your car wasn't at peak performance as you hadn't done well in qually. But you managed to keep it up and came through with your second win of the season thus putting you up as current championship winner. Considering all the other podiums you'd had.
The feeling of stepping out the car was incredible. The fist pump in the air, your hair caked in champagne and sweat on the podium. It was an incredible feeling.
"So comments on those last few laps, Sebastian!" an interviewer asks.
"I mean it was ridiculous i don't understand how personalities weren't awarded ..." he frowns looking over at you smiling and giggling with Lando who was, along with Max a best friend of yours on the grid.
"Please elaborate!" he asks.
"Track limits, driving dangerously ... do i need to go on!" he laughs making you turn you head to him and scoff.
"I hope you aren't talking about me" you ask looking over at him and the other drivers go silent. You are now sat back with your arms crossed and a frown on your face as you look down at him in front of you.
"Of course I'm talking about you" he grits out and you just smile at him.
"Calm down, lets not get your panties in a twist!" you mumble so only Lando and Max either side of you can and they try to hide their laughs from you.
"What was that?" he asks twisting round fully to look at you now.
"Nothing, nothing. I think just don't comment on my driving abilities when I defended from you for the last 15 laps ... pretty well" you smirk looking down at him.
He just tuts turning back round making you shake your head and sigh as the interviewer looks to you to direct his next question.
"Y/N how does it feel as a woman to have all these world champions behind you after today?" he asks and you cock your head at him in surprise.
"Re-word that..." you smile at him, and he looks just as confused as you did.
"Sorry?" he asks and everyone around looks towards you.
"All you needed to ask was who it feels to have all these world champs behind me, my gender adds nothing to the question specifically ... if you wanted to ask me about my first race win as the only woman to win an F1 race ... that different" you smile and the interviewer coughs awkwardly at the same time as you PR manager shakes her head at you to stop.
"But to answer, i had the upgrades in the car. I was determined i had a good start and the race went my way today... and I think that's all that really matters..." you smile.
After the meeting, all it took was for you to be stood outside the McLaren hospitality next to Lando and Daniel, laughing with the pair of them for Sebastian to come forward looking at you with his hands on his hips.
"You, come with me!" he exclaims grabbing your wrist making you follow him.
"What the fuck! Seb, let me go!" you say as he pulls you out of the race track paddock entrance and to where his blacked out Aston Martin was.
"Let me go!" you tug on the tight grip on your wrist.
"Just stop! What happened to the sweet girl i first met here, you are ruthless, cocky and rude now! I don't like it!" he exclaims looking over you with a frown on his face.
"I've matured Seb, I'm not the same 21 year old i was when i first came here and first met you. Stop treating me like this little girl ... I'm done being nice and friendly ... i didn't get my way that way. Just deal with it!" you say throwing your hands up in exasperation.
"Matured, yeah right? You were arguing with me in there like a spoilt little brat!" he says, his eyes were so angry right now that you actually had to take a step back.
"Seb, deal with it!" you frown, stepping away and going to turn around.
"Get in the car Y/N!" he says opening the passenger side door.
"Why should i!" you ask not facing him to give him the satisfaction that you are fully listening to him.
"Because, I want to talk ... just us two!" he says his features fully softening, your brain was melting.
It couldn't work out if he was mocking you, or if he was genuinely being sweet. You stand there, now turned back around just watching his face as he stands there holding his passenger side door open.
"Argh fine!" you cry throwing your hands up. You were part of the Ferrari Driver Development Programme when you were 21 in F2 and Sebastian was a really important part of that development and the push you needed to get into F1. He was 31 and you saw him as a friendly mentor back then.
But the way he treated you, you'd developed a crush on him and you just knew it was wrong. A 10 year age gap that you knew the media would see as an abuse of power if anything was to ever happen between the two of you.
So you started to repress those feelings. You hung out more with Charles who joined you in your rookie season starting in 2018. Then when Lando joined there was more people your age on the grid. Even though Max was 26, he acted much older thanks to the early age he had started driving at which did lead you more to Charles and Lando. But where Charles was, Seb also was.
A few season's later and you were being promoted to Red Bull.
Seb drove you all the way to a quiet and coastal part of Baku, no-one was around.
"You embarrassed me today..." he sighs looking over at you as he pulled the handbrake up so you guys were stopped.
"Oh big whoop... all the other drivers do it and they don't get shit for it!" you complain crossing your arms over you chest and leaning back in the chair to get comfortable. You could tell you were going to be here for a while and you were in the middle of city you didn't know in a pretty quiet place and you didn't want to risk your chances of getting out and getting more lost.
"You've never done that before. Why today?" he asks looking over you.
"BECAUSE!" you shout spinning round to look at him, tears brimming in your eyes.
"I never ever thought you'd comment on my driving in a bad way when it wasn't ... that was my best race to date! I went from P12, all the way up to P1. I had to fight you for the last few laps and I was getting tired. I'm current championship leader and you didn't even acknowledge me on the podium or in the cool down room. You didn't say well done or congrats ... you didn't even look at me so how was i supposed to react when the first thing i can here about my performance from my old mentor is that it was dangerous. I shouldn't have the win and i should have had a penalty for defending from you? I worked my ass of for that P1 Seb and you know it, just because your getting old and the sport is changing so the grid isn't your fucking rich boys club anymore doesn't mean you get to see on me!" you scream the whole time, your throat scratchy once you take a breath and trying to get the tears under control.
"You think I'm old huh?" he asks and your gaze snaps over to him.
"Is that the only thing you got from that whole interaction?" you say with an exhausted sigh, from constantly fighting and you were getting to the point where you were so done.
"Well, you seem annoyed that this ... old man is giving you a run for you money!" he says and you look over at him.
"I'm leaving" you say going to open the door but he stops you.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry look I just ... it's hard getting used to all ... this!" he says looking you up and down, making you cock your head to the side.
"That doesn't give you the right to treat me the way you did today. You embarrassed me too" you say softly.
"Then, let me show you I'm sorry. Because I am" he sighs pushing some of your hair behind your ear.
"W- Seb what are you doing?" you ask looking at him. You eyes widened and he couldn't help but smile. You had these walls up for the past few years, creating this sharp and unapproachable look in your eyes, almost like a viscous cat, but now your eyes were wide and doe like, the way they used to be before Red Bull.
"I've waited too many years for this moment, and I know you have too" he smiles, coming closer to you leaning over the centre of the car.
"I- no i" you try say but a blush covers your face proving to him you really didn't.
"Just shut up" he laughs before pulling you in and kissing you. He tilted your head to the side to get closer to you, and you let him. This was a moment you'd dreamt of for far too long.
You pull back, taking your seat belt off and climbing over to the drivers side to straddle across him.
"If we're doing this ... It cant be a one time thing" you say holding both sides of his cheeks.
"You've always had all the power here sweetheart. It's your move, whatever we do. But I'll be here whatever that is. I promise you! I really care for you, I -" he smiles up at you and you nod. Looking over him once more before making your decision and pulling him back in for a kiss, his hands find there way to your hips pulling you down onto him a little more making you feel everything he had to offer.
"Seb, fuck you!" you laugh as you pull back.
"That was the plan" he smirks looking up at you.
"No, I don't think you've understood how long I've liked you for but we couldn't ... we shouldn't be doing this. If people found out" you said looking at him.
"I'm about to tell you something that doesn't leave this car. 2022 will be my last year driving. If you can wait for me, once I've retired this..." he gestures between the two of you. "Can be something more. But for now, our little secret?" he smiles and you nod feverishly.
Maybe you were still on the post win high, or Seb admitting he liked you as much as you did, not with words but you could just tell from the last 20 minute conversation, but you would do anything this man told you to do right now.
"I'll wait for you, but right now i need you Seb!" you breathed looking over him and his hands find their way up to the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him.
You hands are going anywhere they can, his neck, his biceps, his shoulders, his chest under his team top.
They ventured down starting to palm him through the joggers he'd worn to the track. Groans came out of his mouth that had your mind spinning at the thought that this was actually happening.
You were with Sebastian Vettel.
You couldn't even comprehend this right now.
His fingers found there way under the skirt you were wearing and into your underwear where he started to circle your clit. Your head immediately fell into his neck at the feeling trying to muffle your moans.
"Fuck Seb, please" you cry into his shoulder as you start to move your hips to get more friction.
"What sweetheart. You need to tell me what you want. Communication ... I know you aren't good at that but you gotta try for me babygirl" he says and if he wasn't making you feel like a melted puddle of water right now you would have slapped him for that comment, even though he was so right.
He enters too fingers starting at a slow place to open you up and gradually speeds up, meeting your pathetic bounces as he holds his free arm around your back.
"I need more, Seb i need you!" you say, reaching down into his loose pants to feel just how hard he'd gotten.
"Fuck baby, just like that!" he says, his hand comes down to the side of the seat to recline it a little seeing how cramped you were at the your back was close to hitting the horn. He leant fully back, taking his fingers out of you, a groan of complaint at the loss of feeling.
"Go on baby" he says, sucking his fingers off, cleaning what was there from you before reclining himself back onto the seat his arms behind his head as he waited for you.
You pulled down his joggers and pants, his dick having been straining against them the entire time.
You move yourself up, pulling your panties to the side your arms coming either side of his head on the chair as you sunk down onto him.
"Fuck" you breathed as the sting from the stretch had you biting your lip.
"You got this sweetheart, just a little more" he smiles, his arms coming down from behind his head to settle on your hips to help you lower yourself smoothly onto him.
He was on cloud nine right now, he'd always liked you and now having you here was like a treat he'd never had before but became addicted to on the first taste.
You clamped around him at the feeling which released a whiny groan from the man below you. Once you'd bottomed out, you sat there for a little, letting yourself adjust.
"Who knew, I'd win and this is my celebration" you joke looking down at him, and he just laughs back.
"I can tell you, my intention wasn't to have sex in my car with you, I just wanted to apologize. But i cant help myself when it comes to you" he groans as you start to move a little bit.
"I never thought-" you moan in between kisses with him. "I'd have this" you say as you start to move up and down a little quicker. He starts to help you moving you up and down on him with his hands but his hands were starting to shake from the sheer amount of pleasure he was experiencing.
"I don't ever want this to end" he says as he starts to run your clit, feeling himself get embarrassingly close as quickly as he was from how you were clenching around him.
"It doesn't have too!" you smile, pulling him into a kiss.
He starts to thrust up into you, his movements from his hands getting quicker as your bounces managed to keep up. Beauty of being an athlete and having insane stamina.
You both come to your highs at the same time, you fall onto him your head going into his neck and his arms wrap around you to hold you too him so you couldn't go anywhere.
He didn't want you to.
"So... am I still a rude prick?" you ask smiling at him.
"Yeah, but i guess we can say your my rude prick. I'll keep you in line don't worry" he smirks and his words made you nod and blush, before placing another light, yet sweet kiss on his lips, making him sigh happily.
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Finish Line || LS2
Summary: A farewell fic to Logan because I'm a sookie and miss him already. Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader (living in America) WC: 4k
Summer Break 2021
Your mother always said, âNothing good is easy and nothing easy is good.â To an eighteen year old fresh out of high school you thought she was referring to studying and exam results, not the more impactful experiences you would face once the red brick walls were left in the rear view mirror.Â
It would only take a matter of weeks to learn the real meaning.
Loving Logan wasnât easy but it was impossible to stop the feeling of falling that came soon after meeting him. From the moment you met there was an indescribable connection but the paths of your future were heading in completely different directions and you knew at the end of summer you would say your goodbyes.
In the meantime you would enjoy what the weather had to offer and what better way to emancipate yourself from the innocence of youth and broadcast to the world that you were an adult than a girls road trip to Miami? You may not have been old enough to drink but that didnât stop the college guys on summer vacation from keeping you and your friends well supplied.Â
Looking back, it only proved how young and naive you were.Â
âDalt, I really shouldnât be here,â Logan complained as a red cup was thrust into his hand. âI could get in so much trouble for this.â
âRelax, bro, youâll be fine.â His older brother clapped him on the back happily. âI wonât let anything happen to you.â
The beach house was right on the waterfront and Logan stepped out onto the white sand to dip his toes in the warm water. He didnât know whoâs family the place belonged to but Dalton seemed to know everyone by name. It only made him feel even more left out and he thought maybe he should have just stayed in England for the summer break.Â
The house was stifling with the humid temperatures compounding to a sauna with all the bodies inside. The beer had started off cool but it had warmed in your hands and began to taste disgusting so you abandoned it into the hands of a stranger passing by who swiftly chugged it back before shouting the Greek alphabet you assumed was the name of his frat house. You had certainly bitten off more than you could chew and debated catching a Greyhound bus home where you felt safe but you wouldnât ditch your friends who were absolutely in their element.
The beach wasnât like any you had seen before arriving in Miami. The sand bars were tiny pockets of islands and each property seemed to be its own space divided by narrow canals that lead to dry docks for their expensive boats.Â
âMind if I join you?â you asked the stranger who sat in the sand at the water's edge. It was impossible to ignore each otherâs presence when the rising tide had left such little space.
âItâs a free country,â he said with a small smile, his palm quickly swiping away the picture he had drawn in the sand.Â
âI donât know about that. Sometimes it feels like a prison. Sorry, that was really morbid.â
He laughed and tipped his head back to the sun that still beat down despite being late in the afternoon. âYouâre not wrong though. I love coming home, but sometimes Iâm glad I donât live here anymore. I donât know how to fit in with that,â he said looking back at drunken revelers who had stripped down to their swimwear despite having no inclination to actually enter the water.Â
He looked like the rest of the guys there: tanned skin over a toned body and dirty blonde hair hidden by a cap he wore backwards. The southern drawl also confirmed the fact he called this place home.Â
âWhere do you fit in then?â
His shoulders shrugged as he picked at a desiccated chain of Neptuneâs necklace that had washed up on the beach. He busied himself with plucking each individual bead off the seaweed and flicking it back to the water. âI donât know.â
âOkay, well, what did you want to be when you were a kid?â
âA Formula One racing driver, or a fisherman.â
You buried your toes in the sand, wiggling them to dig deeper where it was cooler. âI thought the all-american dream was to be an astronaut?â
You met his blue eyes and saw the amusement that sparkled in them. âIâm afraid of heights,â he admitted with a grin before he held out his hand. âIâm Logan.â
âI think we are beyond names here, I already know your hopes and dreams,â you teased, shaking his hand.Â
âBut I donât know yours, yet.â
âI can give you my name, but as for hopes and dreams, I have no idea what I want to be. Iâm still trying to figure that out.â You realised his hand was still in yours and gave it another small shake. âIâm Y/N.â
As the sun fell below the horizon the party grew larger and soon it spilled into the slice of paradise you had carved out with Logan. Sand was kicked up as two guys tackled each other to the ground and Logan threw a protective arm around you before they could crash into your side.
âBack it up bro,â he said as he rose to his feet and pulled you up too, tucking you in behind his back. âYou could have hurt somebody.â
âAw, Sargeant, is that your girlfriend?â
Logan ignored them and turned to check you were alright. His eyes scanned over your body and slowed on their ascent before he cleared his throat and met your eyes again. âDo you want to get out of here?â
You scanned the crowd and spotted two of your friends dancing and the other sat on some guy's lap, smiles on all their faces. You couldnât disappear and make them worry but you didnât want to stay as the party only grew more chaotic. âYes, please, Iâll just tell my friends Iâm leaving.â
You werenât going to attempt to get amongst the gyrating bodies so instead headed to Dakota. The guy sitting beneath her noticed your arrival first and grinned at Logan as he stepped in beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. âYouâre leaving arenât you? Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would.â
âYou two know each other?â you asked.Â
âOnly since birth,â Logan answered. âThis is my brother, Dalton. Dalton, this is Y/N.â
âItâs nice to meet you,â you said before turning your attention to your friend. âIâm going to head off, Kote. Logan said he can drop me off at the apartment after dinner.â
âAre you sure? I can take you back if you want.â
You laughed and leaned into Logan, enjoying the warmth that came as his arm curled around your waist. âIâm good, someone needs to make sure those two get back.â
You both looked at the twins who had found dance partners and knew the rented 4 bedroom apartment was probably going to double in residents by morning. With a resigned sigh that she didnât really feel as the group mother, Dakota nodded. âIâve got them, you two have fun.â
The wink she sent you off with made your cheeks heat but you hadnât actually planned on doing what the action implied. Of course Logan was attractive, and the thought of taking him to your bedroom was one that had you melting, but you were quite happy just enjoying his company too.Â
âAre you hungry? I know this great spot but itâs a bit of a drive from here.â
Out in the street where the sounds of the thumping bass couldnât reach your stomach rumbled and you smiled sheepishly. âJust a little.â
The restaurant he knew was on Key Largo, about an hour south of where the party was in Miami Beach and you were amazed by how many bridges had been built to connect the keys. It would have felt a bit scary driving over the ocean if it wasnât for Logan recounting stories of growing up in the state. It was a good distraction to listen to the fondness in his tone as he remembered fishing off the now-closed piers that he pointed out.Â
âI think this is where you fit in,â you said as he cruised along the highway in his pickup truck, the radio quietly playing an RnB station in the background. It was warm enough that the window was down and the breeze blew his hair back like a runway model.
He glanced across the car and lifted a questionable brow. âIn Florida?â
âNo! Behind the wheel. You look, I donât know, comfortable? No, content, thatâs the word.âÂ
On the beach Logan had shared how he was halfway through the season of Formula 3 in Europe and had hopes to join an F1 team in the future. It was also when he mentioned returning to the country he currently lived in, four thousand miles across the Atlantic Ocean. Despite only just meeting him, you felt the four week countdown arriving like a dark storm cloud.
Those four weeks flew by almost as quickly as you fell in love.Â
Summer Break 2024
The soy milk screeched and you winced at the sound before saving the new girl, and the coffee, from the machine. Thankfully it wasnât scorched as the shop was already full with the busy morning foot-traffic and you wanted to keep it flowing for the customerâs sake.Â
âSoy latte with a shot of hazelnut?â A hand went up and you passed the takeaway cup over. âHave a nice day.â
You looked at the next order stuck to the bench and immediately searched for the customer, a smile splitting your face when you found him. âBaby, youâre home! Why didnât you call?â
Logan ducked under the staff counter and met your embrace with strong arms that pulled you to your tiptoes. âI called, but you must have been busy here. God, itâs good to see you, sweetheart.â
You checked your phone in the pocket of your apron and saw the missed call before slipping it over your head. âMarie, can you keep an eye on everything?â
âYeah, course, hun, take your time,â the part time barista said with a wave. âWelcome home, Logan.â
âThank you.âÂ
You dragged Logan eagerly through the swing door that stated âstaff onlyâ and past the break room to the disused office at the back. âIâve missed you so much,â you managed to say between the desperate kisses you shared as he kicked your door closed.Â
âMissed you too.â
Your hands reached beneath his shirt and he chuckled breathlessly as he caught them before they could move any further. âTempting, sweetheart, but not here.â
You pouted as you draped your arms around his neck instead and held him tight. âI have the studio booked in 20 minutes, did you want to come?â
Logan rolled his eyes at the stupid question and didnât bother to answer as he tucked his hands into the back of your jeans and buried his face in your hair. âYou smell like blueberry muffins,â he hummed happily.Â
âI can steal one,â you offered but when you pulled away he quickly pulled you back with a shake of his head.
âDiet.â
You grabbed the flesh on his abdomen, feeling the hard muscle beneath. âYouâre perfect, baby, one muffin isnât going to change that - but it will make you happier. Go grab a seat in the staff room.â
You walked him back down the hall and let him settle into the couch while you grabbed a muffin from the front counter. Most of the rush had quickly cleared and with the lull in orders you made him his favourite drink.Â
âYou spoil me, sweetheart,â he said with a gratefully smile as you placed the plate and cup on the coffee table. âThank you.â
âAnything for you.â You sank into the couch beside him and watched him pick apart the muffin, finding all the blueberries to eat first. He could feel your eyes on his hands as they fiddled with crumbs but before he worked up the courage to explain why he caught a flight two days earlier than planned. âWhatâs going on, baby?â
He exhaled a heavy sigh and wiped his hands clean before taking yours. âI think itâs over.â
Your heart cleaved apart and your ears started ringing as your world came crashing down. There was only one semester left in your art programme before all the plans the two of you made would come to life - plans that started with moving to England with Logan. Plans that were crumbling down.
âItâs over?â you repeated as silent tears streaked your face and your hands slipped from his.
Horror bled into Loganâs features and he snatched your hands back, placing them over his chest where his heart beat rapidly with panic. âNot us, never us,â he rushed with a harsh shake of his head. âFuck, sweetheart, you are my everything.â
You sagged with relief as he wiped your eyes but the relief was short lived as you understood what he meant and the phantom pain in your chest returned. âHave you spoken to James?â
He nodded and leaned into your touch as your palms ran up his chest to cradle his face. âItâs not good.â
To hear the defeat in his voice was something you never wished to hear again. It was a sound that no 23 year old should make, he was too young to feel the immense pressure he was under and a weaker man would have been broken by it. But Logan was strong, mentally and physically - he would recover from this, you would make sure of it.
âCome on,â you whispered as you rose to your feet and tugged his hands.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âIâm taking you home.â
âBut you have class.â
You grabbed your handbag from your locker and tossed him the car keys. âThis is more important, and I can paint anywhere.â
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The drive to Miami took most of the day and the frown on Loganâs forehead seemed to soften as the arid air turned humid and the paddocks turned to swamp before he sped through Alligator Alley. The top 40 charts played quietly on the radio and Logan hummed along with the ones he liked while he held your hand on your thigh.Â
A contented sigh of relief exhaled from deep in Loganâs chest as the sunset and the city lights illuminated the horizon. Though he was tired to his bones, just the sight of his home was enough to rejuvenate him and he sat up a little straighter before taking the exit that would lead him to Fort Lauderdale.Â
Madelyn and Daniel were already expecting Logan and the front door opened before he could turn the engine off. It had been a while since they last had Logan home and you felt a little guilty since most of his returns to home soil were to visit you instead, but they didnât hold it against you. Madelyn was just happy that there was someone who loved and supported Logan as much as she did. Â
It was immediately clear that she wasnât aware of his current struggles as you saw him hide behind a confident smile as she asked how everything was going.Â
âI donât want to disappoint them,â he admitted as he closed his bedroom door after dinner.Â
You placed your bag on the floor and took a seat at the headboard before patting the spot beside you. Logan flopped down on the bed and rested his head on your thighs while his long legs hung over the edge, looking up as if you had all the answers.Â
âYou could never disappoint them, Lo, they just want you to be happy. And, you're worrying about things that havenât even come to pass. We donât know what the second half of the season will bring.â
âI know you are being reasonable, but I canât help thinking this is the end. Everyone else thinks so too.â
âYou mean everyone on X, formally known as twitter,â you said with a roll of your eyes that made him chuckle. âHow about no social media for the whole break? Just disconnect from it all for four weeks.â
âAnd what happens at the end of the break?â he asked quietly, sensing deja vu from the last time he asked this three years ago. It was an eerily similar state too with his head on your legs but you were on the white sands instead of a bed. You had already fallen in love but he was due to fly back to Europe and you would be getting in the car with your friends and heading home. He had forever changed you that summer.
You combed your fingers through his hair as you relived the same memory. âWe will be grateful for the time we had together.â
A smile tugged at his lips and he sat up so he could pull you onto his lap. âIâm not letting you go again.â
âI should hope not,â you stated as your knees settled either side of his thighs and you reached into his pocket to fish his phone out. âNow say goodbye to this, I am having you all to myself.â
He plucked the phone from your fingers and tossed it to the side table before putting all those glorious muscles to good use. The room spun until he caged your body beneath his and he gently kissed his way across your collarbone. âYou already have me, sweetheart.â
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A sick twisting feeling gripped your gut as you waved goodbye to Logan through misted eyes. No matter what you had said, you could feel his stress growing as the break came to an end and now he was going back alone. You wished you could go with him.
The drive back to your apartment was too quiet but you couldnât listen to the radio because the songs he would have hummed to would only make you miss him more. It always took days, weeks even, to reacclimate yourself to the loss of his presence when he left. It never got easier but the memories made were worth it.
The days dragged by as classes began again and the repetitive routine of life was reestablished. Finally it was the weekend and you could curl up on the couch and watch Loganâs practice on F1TV while you were surrounded by paintings of him. There were two new additions that had come back from Miami, one capturing his happiness as he reeled in a bluefish and the other capturing his perfect features as he sunbathed shirtless, that one was purely indulgent.
âOh no, Sargeant has taken a big shunt into the barriers there.â
Your feet slammed to the floor as you jumped out of your seat and stumbled closer to the tv as if you could reach through it and help, but you were helpless to watch as Logan remained in the car in the middle of the track - red flags waving.Â
âCome on, baby, get out of there,â you begged as you heard his radio saying he was okay, but then the back of the car ignited into flame. You were screaming for him to get out as Georgeâs car rolled by, his hands gesturing wildly for Logan to get out too before he finally was free of the seat harness and jumping out over the halo.Â
You finally breathed a sigh of relief but it didnât last as the camera cut to Logan leaning on the barriers, his head hung in defeat despite the helmet hiding his face. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone, you knew exactly what was going on inside his head and you knew you had to do something.
The credit card Logan had given you years ago had been left discarded in the back of your underwear drawer. He said it was for you to use but you had never been with him for the money and even as a broke uni student you hadnât used it once. But this was an emergency, and if you were ever going to use it then you could be damn sure it was going to be spent on him.
One quick email was sent to your professor begging for an extension due to a family emergency before you packed a bag and booked the first flight out to Amsterdam.
With shaking hands you typed a message: Iâm so glad you got out of there, baby. Iâm on my way and I love you so much xxx
You knew he wouldnât be able to reply for a little while since he would have to get back to the team garage, and there would be other responsibilities first like having a medical check and debrief, but you sent it anyway along with the flight numbers so he knew where you would be and when. It was going to be a long day with the 13 hours of flights plus the change in timezone but nothing was going to keep you from getting to Logan before the race tomorrow.
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A stranger with a whiteboard greeted you at the airport and the exhaustion of the trip faded away when you reached the paddock with a pass in hand and stepped into the Williams garage. Bodies of mechanics moved in sync as they rushed around the car preparing it for the race that was due to start in a few short hours but it was one man that was standing among them that drew you closer.Â
âLo,â you greeted softly behind him on raised tiptoes.Â
A wide smile split his face as he turned to embrace you, lifting your feet off the ground as he buried his face in your neck. âHellow, sweetheart,â he breathed against your skin before inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume.Â
Your hands tightened on his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. âAre you okay?â
He pulled back and his smile faltered. âIâm better now that youâre here.âÂ
You reached up to trace the curve of his cheek where his smile had been but his team principal called his name before you could feel the shadow of his beard on your palm. âCan I borrow you for a minute?â he asked Logan before spotting you, a flicker of surprise on his face. âHello, Y/N, itâs lovely to see you again.â
âYou too, James,â you replied politely before stepping out of Loganâs arms and giving him a little nudge in the right direction. âIâll wait over in hospitality.â
Logan spent what time he could with you, reassured by the feel of your arms wrapped around his neck and your cheek pressed to his as you sat on his lap in the single chair that furnished his driver room. The thin walls did little to dampen the noise of the motorhome and the crowd beyond but for a few minutes Logan could forget it all and the pressure that came with it - until the clock ticked away the precious minutes alone and reality returned.
âI have to score a point today,â he whispered like he was confessing a sin and he tipped his head back to stare at the roof. âNo point, no seat. That's the deal.â
âCan they do that with your contract?â
âThey can do whatever they want, sweetheart. Iâm lucky they let me go this long without contributing.â
You cupped his face and tipped it forward so he was forced to look you in the eyes. âThere are more ways to contribute to the team than just scoring points. You spend hours in the simulator every week so they can get their precious data.â
âAnd then I go and cost them $250k when I crash,â he laughed humorlessly and dropped his forehead to yours. âI think this is it. Iâm tired and itâs so hard to enjoy it now. Thatâs the worst part out of all of it. I used to like my job, it was all I wanted to do.â
Your thumbs caught the tears that clung to his lower lashes. âWhat do you want now?â
âI honestly have no idea, I just know I want to be wherever you are.â
A knock at the door interrupted the promise you were going to make and someone in a Williamâs shirt said it was time to head back to the garage before ducking back out of the room.
âI love youâ you whispered between the kisses you traced across the bow of his lips. âI want you to go out there today and forget James and points and all that stuff and just enjoy the race. I have watched you give everything to this team but today I want you to be selfish, okay? Enjoy it out there or itâs all for nothing, no matter the outcome. And when you get out of that car I will be waiting for you, arms wide open.â
Logan closed his eyes and exhaled a shuddering breath before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss that left you both breathless. Resolute and proud, he stood up and placed you on his feet before grabbing his cap and slapping it on his head. âIâll see you at the finish line.â
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sky full of stars | ln4
summary: dj!lando always plays your song when youâre at the club.
word count: 3,615
warnings: drinking
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2021
You did not want to be in this club. You would need another pair of hands and feet to count off all the places youâd rather be, the very first one being asleep in your bed.
But here you were, not only in the club, but within a throng of people at varying levels of fucked up, jumping around and dancing to the song pounding through the speakers. Your comforts were twofold: the first was knowing that you could handle the two shots in your system, and the second was that your best friend was the designated driver tonight, so there was no way in hell she was going to leave without you.
Frankly, youâd been ready to leave an hour ago. In fact, youâd started saying the words, âI want to go homeâ when you caught a glimpse of the DJ in charge of tonightâs music. Granted, it was hard to really look at him considering the fact that the lights were low and you were on the other end of the club, but youâd seen just enough to know that he was attractive and any thought of leaving had gone right out the window. Not to mention the fact that he hadnât said anything when he started his set, so you didnât even know what his voice sounded like.
You needed a closer look.
So here you were, surprisingly enjoying yourself on the dance floor while you tried to check him out without being overly conspicuous. You were only able to make out a head of curly hair and the large hand that lifted a shot glass to his lips when your phone started ringing, the buzz in your pocket the only indication thanks to the blaring music. You squinted at the screen, thinking it might be your friend trying to find you, but the caller ID read âPotential Spam,â so your phone went right back into your pocket. You were on a mission.
When you looked up, you made direct eye contact with the man of the hourâ the DJ you found nothing short of infatuating. You were rather close to his setup, maybe ten people away, but you could feel his gaze on you as he picked up a microphone.
âThis next song is dedicated to the gorgeous woman Iâm looking at right now,â he announced to the whole room, sending a wink in your direction before getting to work on fading the current song into the new oneâ âA Sky Full of Starsâ by Coldplay.
You felt goosebumps rising on your arms as the first few notes filled the room, suddenly glad that you were here and not at home, asleep. The lights moved in tandem to the beat of the song, and you finally got a proper look at his face. Itâs then that you knew you were screwed, because if he wasnât the most attractive man youâd ever seen in your life, youâd be lying.
You barely had any time to pull yourself together before he was motioning for one of his friends to take over for him and stepping down from the booth into the crowd, making a beeline right for where you stood in the middle of it all.
âYouâre awfully bold,â you said when he was close enough to hear you, a bit taken aback by how quickly heâd closed the distance between the two of you. âWhat makes you think I like this song?â
He didnât answer at first, instead choosing to slowly run his hand down your arm until his fingers tangled with yours. âYou have goosebumps, and Iâd be shocked if you didnât like it. When I played it last time, you came up to me and tried to take the mic so you could sing it to everyone.â
Thatâs another reason why you never made a habit out of going to the club. Somehow, it always got to the point where you lost your mind a little bit and somehow managed to find new ways to make an idiot out of yourself. But tonight was differentâ you were managing your alcohol intake, and the hot DJ was calling you out on something youâd been too drunk to remember the next morning.
Your friends hadnât though; in fact, theyâd been gracious enough to provide video proof of them dragging you away from the DJ booth. Youâd never felt such shame as you did watching that back.
âDonât be embarrassed,â he said, his free hand tilting your chin up so he could look right at you as he spoke. âItâs how I noticed you in the first place. I havenât been able to take my eyes off of you since.â
At least one good thing came out of my foolishness, you thought to yourself as he took your other hand and put both of your arms around his neck. It made sense, anywayâ you definitely wouldâve remembered seeing him before had you been sober.
âIâm not a very good dancer,â you warned him as he began to sway to the music, taking you along with him as his hands went down to your hips.
âNeither am I,â he confided, lips close to your ear.
The chorus began, the songâs beat drop making the lights change from red to blue, and you decided that you would let this happen, even if it turned into another embarrassing memory. At least you would remember this time, and youâd never forget swaying back and forth with the handsome DJ as the rest of the crowd danced around you both.
2022
You were in the club again, and you couldnât imagine being anywhere else. Spending so much time with your favorite DJ, Lando Norris, will do that to you. After that first dance, he bought you a couple drinks and didnât go back to the DJ booth for the rest of the night due to you dragging him right back out into the crowd and dancing with him until your feet hurt too much to stand. Eventually, your best friend had found you and told you it was time to go, and in your tipsy state youâd kept your arms firmly around Lando, said something about âholding him hostage,â and vehemently refused to go anywhere. It wasnât until he gave you his number that you allowed your best friend to take you home.
He texted you right away when he woke up that morning, and the day after the two of you went on your first date. He surprised you by taking you to a rather high-end restaurant; youâd pegged him for a more low-key guy when it came to dates, despite the fact that heâd dedicated a song to you in front of a club full of people, and you were proved correct when you were on the phone with him later that night.
âI donât even like going out that much,â he confessed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. âI just thought you deserved something special for a first date so I didnât look like a loser.â
âYou could have just told me that,â you giggled. âThe dress code for our next date can be sweats.â
You still remembered the way his eyes lit up when you said âour next date.â That next date, a movie marathon at your apartment, had turned into countless dates, and you never went back to that restaurant.
Now, you were in the club where the two of you first met to celebrate your one year anniversary. Lando was wearing a white button up, and had just unbuttoned the top two buttons to reveal more of his tan skin and the gold chain around his neck. Youâd given him a look, and heâd complained that âitâs just so hot in here,â but the both of you knew he was just doing it to rile you up.
It was working.
Your hands gravitated to the newly exposed skin, palms running up along his shoulders and fingers dipping beneath his collar to gently scratch at his back. You could spend all night running your hands over his skin, and heâd be happy to let you do it. He leaned closer to you, nearly stepping on your toes as his arms looped around your waist.
âYou really werenât lying last year when you said you were a bad dancer.â You laughed at the affronted look on his face.
âI think Iâve gotten better, thank you very much.â He said, and promptly stepped directly on your foot. âShit, baby, Iâm sorry!â
You only laughed harder, pulling him into a kiss. You could feel the vibrations of his own laughter against your lips.
âWait right here,â he instructed, breaking the kiss. âIâve got something for you.â
He kissed your cheek and disappeared into the crowd.
The song playing began fading out, which caught your attention because it was in the middle of the chorus. You didnât need Landoâs DJ knowledge to know that it was a strange decision to fade a song out long before it was over.
âAttention, everyone. We had a special request tonight from a familiar face,â the DJ announced before passing the microphone to none other than your boyfriend.
âThis next song goes out to my beautiful girlfriend,â Lando said, pointing directly at you and causing your face to get hot when half the room looked in the direction of his finger. âHappy one year, baby. I love you.â
Your jaw dropped as the familiar opening notes of âA Sky Full of Starsâ started playing. Not just because of the song, but because of those three special words. I love you. Youâd only said it to each other a handful of times, and Lando had just said it to you in front of hundreds of people.
You met him in the middle of the floor, too impatient to wait until he got back to you.
âI love you, I love you so much!â You yelled over the music, kissing him again.
âOne year is just the beginning, yeah?â He asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.
2023
You were wrapped up in Landoâs arms as you stood before his setup. In the past year, he had been promoted to be the main talent for the club and had three sets every weekend. He had insisted that the only gift he wanted from you for your two year anniversary was that you help him DJ his next set, and youâd obviously agreed. You got him a necklace anyway, but kept your promise so long as he promised to help you gain at least some skills beforehand so the audience wouldnât kick you out for being shit. After a week or so, you felt confident enough with the buffer of the knowledge youâd picked up over the past two years to be where you were nowâ fading one song into another almost seamlessly.
Lando would take his hands off of you for only seconds at a time to adjust something here or there and make the music flow as smoothly as possible. Otherwise, he was all over you for the whole club to see, and you were kind of obsessed with it. He was hardly paying attention to anything else; only moving on autopilot to fiddle with the knobs or whatever it was he was doing to make you look like an adequate DJ.
âDid I do okay?â You asked towards the end of the set, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend who hadnât stopped smiling at you since you left the apartment and arrived at the club early to set up.
âAre you kidding? I think I might be out of a job after tonight,â he said, threading his fingers into your hair to pull you into a long kiss. âAt least I would be, if I didnât have this party trick under my sleeve.â
Slightly dazed from the passion of his kiss, you let him lean around you and queue up a song that wasnât originally in the mix for that eveningâs set.
At this point, you should have expected it, and maybe you did a little bit, but that didnât stop the tears from pricking your eyes and the goosebumps rising on your arms when âA Sky Full of Starsâ began, sending the crowd into a chorus of cheers.
âIt works every time,â he said cheekily, reaching up to wipe away the tears that had escaped.
âYou are unbelievable.â It was meant to be said in jest, but you were just so filled with love and adoration for him that it sounded like a compliment.
âDance to our song with me,â he said, spinning you and tugging you forward so you bumped right into his chest.
âHere?â You looked behind you, at the set up, at the hundreds of people, and he took your chin in his hand and turned your face back to him.
âHere. Now. I want them all to see how much I love you.â He said it so sweetly that, in that moment, you were willing to give him just about whatever he wanted.
He started singing the song to you, ââCause in a sky, âcause in a sky full of stars, I think I saw you,â and it felt like you were the only two people in the room when the beat dropped and you kissed him with everything you had, letting him sway you back and forth and spin you around one too many times just to see his smile and hear his giddy laugh.
2024
Youâre surprised when Lando tells you that heâs made different plans for your three year anniversary. The club has become a second home of some sorts; youâre there more often than not to watch his sets, and youâve always gone there for your anniversaries. Not just the years, but the six month, year and a half, and two and a half year anniversaries as well. Thus, the sudden deviation from tradition raises a few alarm bells in your head. If anything, youâd expect a change for your four years next year since 4 is your boyfriendâs lucky number.
You donât have time to dwell on it that much. You have to be out the door in ten minutes, and you still have to finish applying your lipstick, not to mention strap yourself into the sparkling silver heels Lando had gotten you for Christmas.
âAlmost ready, baby?â He asks, peeking into the bathroom and watching as you add one last swipe of lipstick.
âYup! Just need myââ youâre cut off when he holds up the heels. ââshoes. Thanks, Lan.â
âHere, sit. Iâll put them on for you.â He gestures to the edge of the tub.
You take him up on his offer happily, and your heart jumps up into your throat when he stares right into your eyes and slowly gets down on one knee before you.
Youâd overheard him talking about possibly proposing to you with your parents over the holiday break, and you hadnât been stealthy about it at all, so he knows that you heard. Since then, heâs made a game out of getting on one knee in front of you every now and then. He already did it once this morning when he woke you up only to tell you that he made you breakfast. You know heâs joking, but now that youâre celebrating a significant milestone in your relationship you canât help but have a slight inkling that his joking around is less of a joke and more of a hint.
So when he holds your gaze long enough to make you start thinking that it might actually happen before going about putting your shoes on, youâre not at all fazed and ruffle his hair.
âHey! Easy, I spent a lot of time making my hair look good for you.â He yelps, jumping up to look in the mirror and patting it down meticulously.
âI like it when itâs messy,â you reply, giving him a look that you know drives him crazy.
âYou canât say that and look at me that way when weâre trying to leave the house, babe.â He whines.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You make sure the straps on your heels are tight enough before you stand up, pleased that your retaliation to his down-on-one-knee joke worked better than you thought it would. âCome on, I donât want to be late!â
He wastes no time in getting his payback for your antics when you arrive at the restaurant he took you to for your very first date. He opens the car door for you, and takes your hand to help you step out. The moment youâre on the sidewalk and the door is closed behind you, he gets down on one knee again, making a point to look at you the entire time. Your heart jumps again. Certainly he wouldnât do it on the sidewalk? Or maybe he would, to add to the element of surprise?
He doesnât. He simply ties his shoelace, the picture of innocence all the while.
âShall we?â He says as he straightens up, offering his arm with a smile.
You retain your own picture of innocence, wrapping your hand around his bicep. âWe shall.â
Seeing that he had booked the private dining room has more alarm bells going off in your head, not to mention the fact that you thought youâd never see the inside of this restaurant again. Regardless, you were actually kind of happy to be somewhere quieter to celebrate your anniversary, as much as youâve fallen in love with being at the club.
Lando clears his throat loudly towards the end of your meal as the waiter pours two glasses of champagne. âThree years,â he begins, sounding somewhat awestruck.
You nod in agreement. âThree years. Sick of me yet?â
âI donât think thatâs possible.â He passes you a glass, and you clink them together before you each take a sip. âActually, Iâd really love to just spend my entire life with you.â
Now heâs not even trying to hide it, so you laugh a little bit. âThatâs sweet, Lan.â
âIâm serious,â he pouts, and you try to contain yourself, painting a serious expression on your face and nodding as you press your lips together. âFine, I admit it. I went a little too far with the joke.â
âWhich time? Are we talking about just today or the past few weeks?â You ask pointedly, taking another sip of your champagne.
âOkay, a lot too far.â He huffs, getting out of his chair and pushing it in before walking to your side of the table. âI want to make up for it right now though, if thatâs alright with you.â
âOh my God. Youâre actually serious?â You ask, feeling your insides beginning to shake a little with giddiness as he gets down on one knee before you for the fourth time today.
âI have never been more serious about anything in my life.â He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a small box.
It looks a bit different than ring boxes normally look, and the moment he opens it you understand why. The notes of âA Sky Full of Starsâ emit from within the box where the ring sits, the dazzling diamond sparkling when it catches the light.
âFuckâs sake, Lando, I wouldnât have spent so much time on my makeup if I knew you were gonna do this,â you sniffle, putting a hand over your mouth.
âIâll keep it short because I donât want to cry too much and ruin it,â he promises, taking your free hand in his own, the other holding the box out to you. âIâve never been happier to be borderline assaulted by a drunk girl in the middle of a set, because if that never happened I donât know if we wouldâve met.â
You start laughing hysterically, tears most definitely ruining your makeup, and he laughs through his own tears.
âI just love you so much, every little thing about you. It would take me eternity to tell you how much I love you, and that wouldnât even be enough time with you. So, thatâs why I want to ask you to be with me beyond eternity and do me the honor of being my wife.â He says your name like heâs saying it for the first time, taking his time to savor the way it rolls off his tongue. âWill you marry me?â
âYes,â you nod. âYes, yes, yes.â
Hand shaking, he slips the ring onto your finger. The moment itâs in place, he puts his other knee down and pulls you into the tightest hug as the song continues playing from the box.
âI love you,â you whisper in his ear, feeling his shoulders shake slightly as he cries. âBut did you have to give me a heart attack so many times today?â
He laughs, pulling away and grabbing a napkin to gently wipe your eyes. âFourâs my lucky number, I had to do it three other times today to make sure I got it right.â
The song comes to an end, and you pick up the box, observing the intricate design and the engraving on the outsideâ You get lighter the more it gets dark. Iâm going to give you my heart. Forever.
âYou know this has to be the song we dance to for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Norris, right?â You say to him, leaning in and kissing the tears off of his cheeks.
âWay ahead of you, baby. I already started making our playlist; itâs the first song on there.â
note: the fact that iâm posting this after lando confirmed he âretiredâ from dj-ing⌠call this my long-winded eulogy. special thanks to coldplay for making a song that inspired a whole story!
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sweet girl: the first meeting
max verstappen x reader
warnings: alcohol mention, swearing, negative internal dialogue (?)
max's brain short circuits when he meets a beautiful woman
sweet girl masterlist
somewhere in europe, late summer 2021
Max very rarely went to sponsor events, he didn't really need to considering he was practically a walking billboard most days but he supposed free alcohol wasn't all too bad a compromise for having to socialise with strangers. He'd already had all the typical conversations, the how do you dos and nice to meet yous. Surely by now he had played his part, no one would really know if he just snuck out now.
His attempt at a subtle escape however was quickly trampled as he not so subtly collided with someone. Years of reaction training had his arms moving before his brain even registered the situation, grabbing onto a pair of shoulders as he steadied himself and the stranger in front of him.
"I am so sorry," he apologised, pulling his hands away from the shockingly beautiful woman in front of him. Just his luck, of course he embarrassed himself in front of an absolute ten.
A tinkling laugh distracted him from his misery, the woman's eyes lighting up as she giggled at him. Fucking hell, the earth could just swallow him up right now and he'd be grateful.
"Please don't apologise, it was my fault I wasn't watching where I was going." Her giggles quickly settled into flushed cheeks and an easy smile and she held out a hand to greet him, "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you."
Max quickly wiped his sweaty palms against his shirt before grabbing her smaller hand and giving it a polite, firm shake. God, her hands were soft, he didn't know skin could actually feel like silk, warm and buttery in his hand like it could melt if he held it too long.
"Uhh, Verstappen, Max, no wait, Max Verstappen. Nice to meet you too." he replied, his tongue tripping over his words, still gripping her hand. Oh God, he was gonna go home and lock himself away in his house and never go outside ever again, he thought as he forced himself to drop her hand.
An awkward silence fell between the pair as Max internally begged his body to cool his flushed cheeks and to stop fucking smiling to no avail.
âSorry, I got in your way.â Y/n concluded, moving aside and gesturing towards the room as if giving him a signal to pass. Was he really going to walk away? If he could just calm down and get a grip, he had the chance to talk to the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, with her pretty eyes and sparkly smile and her fruity perfume, raspberry he guessed.
A voice called her name from across the room, another woman waving her arms frantically, gesturing to join her at an overcrowded table.
âUm, I have to go. Nice to meet you, Verstappen Max.â she joked, a cheeky smile lighting up her face as took a step back, eyes holding onto his for just a second before she turned and glided over to her friend.
Max stood there for another minute, a statue in the midst of a bustling room before he finally broke out of his state of stupefaction and headed for the exit. Yeah, maybe locking himself inside and never speaking to another woman ever again was the right idea.
first written fic on this acc hello!! fighting the anxiety so hard rn and i am winning. max meets sweet girl for the first time and is a bumbling idiot, fork found in the kitchen. the response on the first smau was crazy i appreciate all the support so much, i actually dont have writers block for the first time in like 2 years so thank u very much internet strangersđ¤
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CHASE MY DREAM(S)
( Lewis has one last dream to fulfill, well if you don't count the most important one. )
warning : a lil boring introduction, all fluffy
note : i want a Lewis in my life pls
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Mercedes. Lewis Hamilton. Two names that both worked perfectly. We always likened them to one another, like pieces of a puzzle that fit together. As soon as we thought of one, we thought of the other.
However, the seven time Formula 1 world champion struggled to achieve victories and podiums, and his formerly usual appearances on these three steps were much less frequent, rare and almost... non existent. It was not his lack of experience that held him back, Lewis was surely the most experienced on the current grid, and that without a doubt.
Rather, it was his opponents, a certain team and a certain driver. RedBull and Max Verstappen. Many of Lewis' fans will say that he was robbed of his eighth championship, in 2021, but we are not here to debate that subject. The loyal Mercedes driver doubted his choices, his actions and his performances. His thoughts wandered, because at what price could he afford this eighth championship that he dreamed of so much?
The price to pay was surely great and fatal. Leaving the team for which he raced, the one with whom he has always been faithful and loyal for 11 years. But after 3 years without success, maybe a new start will do him good, and maybe this change will turn everything upside down. He still had a dream to accomplish, this eighth championship to win. Well, to be honest, he still had two dreams to fulfill.
This famous championship, as previously announced, and then, her. This person who has just joined Lewis in his driver room. This pretty woman who has known him for several years now. The one for whom Lewis' heart seemed to melt in an instant as soon as he laid eyes on her.
She looked like a dream. Angelic and almost unreal. The kind of face you can admire for hours, and the kind of voice you can listen to speak for hours because there was an inexplicable sweetness emanating from it. It was one of Lewis's most beautiful dreams. To be by her side forever, to finally have the courage to offer her a life together, a love of the strongest.
He took her in his arms, squeezing her gently. He could let himself go in these embraces, and show her his weaknesses and his fears. She knew him by heart now, and she worried a lot about his mental health and his career choices. She was perfect in his eyes. âStill thinking about your contract, mhh?â Lewis chuckled weakly, almost ironically. He expected you to ask him this question.
His eyes, where a glow that you couldn't describe danced, met yours. You looked for him, and behind those pupils that were full of thousands of different feelings, you tried to find the words he was trying to say. The true feelings he felt deep inside. He was still smiling weakly, his gaze softened by your face. "I think deep down I made the right choice, Y/n. It's just that leaving Mercedes after all these years..."
He couldn't manage to finish his sentence, looking down and staring at your feet face to face. He felt totally exposed, lacking in confidence and full of doubts. Maybe a little shameful. His grip had loosened, his hands resting in the hollow of your hips. "They haven't really listened to you over the last two years, Lewis... as if you weren't their driver, as if the vision of a seven time Formula 1 champion who drives every day had no importance"
You manage to extract another mocking laugh from Lewis, who, despite his love for this team, totally agreed with your words. His racing team had been indifferent to his suggestions and comments. He played nervously with his fingers. You could feel the tension and stress in him, and seeing him like this broke your heart. The man in front of you didn't deserve this.
You grabbed his hands gently, separating them from each other. Lewis looked up, his expression completely dejected. He looked like he was about to cry and you couldnât stand the sight anymore. Wrapping your arms around his back, you took care to gently guide his head onto your shoulder, into the crook of your neck, where he loved to nestle comfortably. His hands hadn't moved, just gripped your waist tighter.
Several minutes passed like this. The noise of the paddock hidden by the walls of the driver room. Lewis felt...at home. He was relaxing little by little, he absolutely didn't want to let you go. Everything seemed normal now, in your arms, far from all these incessant questions. âI believe in you so much, Lewis. Everyone believes in you, and everyone is very, very proud of youâ Your lips brush against the driverâs temple, placing a soft, reassuring kiss there.
âItâs time for you to chase your dream.â Lewis leaned back slightly, locking his gaze with yours. He tilted his head to the side, a smile hanging on his face. "Dreams. Chase my dreams" You didn't immediately understand where he was going with this. Why was he repeating the same sentence as you? And then, after a few moments of confusion, you raised your eyebrows, intrigued and curious. You had finally found the difference, and it was in the number of dreams Lewis had.
He had piqued your curiosity, and he himself had guessed it by examining your expression. His smile gets bigger. âI donât have one dream, but two dreams to fulfill Y/n.â He brings his face slightly closer to yours, only a few centimeters. He grins even wider. âWin this eighth championship. And above all, win the heart of this absolutely beautiful girl.â His index finger points to the top of your chest, reflecting his words.
Your eyes widened, your cheeks blushed violently. It is true that you absolutely, but absolutely did not expect a statement like that. Lewis couldn't help but laugh happily, satisfied with your reaction. "I have a race to win, sweetheart. Wait for me, m'kay?" He winked at you, before rushing onto the circuit. Everything was happening at an incredible pace, and while you were still stuck in your driver room thinking about what just happened, the race was already coming to an end. But an incredibly beautiful ending. Silverstone, 2024, and a Lewis on the podium of his home race. Finally.
The shock was still present in you, but with this sudden victory of your favorite driver - and your secret lover - the adrenaline didn't seem to want to subside. The applause from the completely overexcited and crazy crowd, the euphoric atmosphere. This time, everything really felt like a dream. So, gently pushing the different people, making your way among the Mercedes employees, you saw him there on the podium.
Big, strong, and proud of himself. A huge smile on his face and tears of joy beading on his sweet face. He looked around. He was looking for something, someone. And he finally seemed to have found it. You couldn't take your eyes off his, both too hypnotized by this surreal moment. And, despite the vibrant and almost dizzying atmosphere, he managed to read on your pretty lips these three words that he dreamed of hearing from you.
And this dream came true. So, finally, at the moment when he was brandishing this magnificent trophy, on the top step of this magnificent podium, he had regained this ounce of hope. His first dream had come true, and he had finally won the heart of the woman of his dreams. So, if he managed to did it after all these years, of course he can win that much desired eighth championship, right?
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mindset of manifestation & how i manifest
like melanie martĂnez, i am back from the dead.
i apologize for being gone so long, but i needed a break from tumblr. i saw toxicity swirling in the community, my life got busy, and i decided it was just time for a break. when i was planking to come back, i just saw how things got terrible and i got upset and decided not to come back.
so, im back now and with a little tutorial on how i manifest!!! <3 i hope this can help some of you out.
letâs start with background.
manifesting is kind of like predicting the future. you have something you want to happen, then it happens soon after. i feel like this is the easiest way to get into the manifestation mindset. you cannot change what youâre getting if you want it. could you change your mind later and return it like a package? yes! but before it arrives, you know itâs arrival is coming.
sure, there can be delays, but it all is going to turn out YOUR way in the end.
nile and i have been working on our mindset and this is something they wrote that i think can be really helpful â as it was to me.
from the past two years we have been actively manifesting, we learned that we often saw things as âcrazyâ. but manifesting isnât crazy, itâs quite normal.
every time you get dressed in the morning, itâs an act of manifestation. youâre showing up with what you want.
manifestation is a mondane activity!! stop treating it like it was a kiss from an angel!
by reading this, youâre manifesting your eyes working, youâve used your hands to open an app, and you have believed you can read and get through this blog! without manifesting that, you would not be here.
the first step to manifestation is believing you can do it, believing you have done it, and believing you will continue to do it. period.
there are many MANY different ways to manifest, but i manifest in 3 ways (sometimes i use all three, sometimes i use just 1 or 2.)
!! I ALMOSR FORGOT TO PUT THIS AND IM ADDING IT BEFORE I GET TO NUMBER 2 OMG!!
STOP! BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE I WANT YOU TO GET A NOTEBOOK, A SHEET OF PAPER, OR MAKE A CHECKLIST ON YOUR PHONE IN YOUR NOTES APP!!!
now i want you to write down everything you want right now down and leave the boxes blank if you havenât gotten them yet.
once you get through that, i want you to randomly click between some of the items you want and write down things you wanted that you did get! they can be some simple and things from years ago, what matters is you have them down. throw in some things that you may have to do for school or work while youâre at it.
hereâs an example! (left is before checking off, right is after)
as you can see, i added a note to the side because i got what i wanted and more abundantly! i had been manifesting a dog since i was a young child, and in 2021, i got 2!!!! (one is laying at my feet right now <3)
continue to do this daily, weekly, or whatever you have time for. i personally do this on notion and i try to add something new daily (im adding the heartstopper thing rn!!)
but yeah!! write everything u want down, and continue to add to it, just so u can see progress DOES happen and your work and effort DOES pay off!
affirming and persisting
this id the first way i learned to manifest, and the most self-explanatory.
you simply repeat what you want over and over until you get it! but not in the future tense, in the current or past tense.
ex; âi passed my maths final!â, âim so happy my boyfriend gave me those roses for valentineâs day, heâs so sweet!â, âi finished the essay for english like a week before it was due!â âi got the lead role in my play! im so excited!â etc.
now, the common factor between all of these is having a positive mindset about them. i cannot tell you HOW many times i manifested something would go well, and right before they happened, i got in a shitty mind space and wondered if it would ever happen.
but, nonetheless, i persisted through and i got what i wanted.
the pain have have been feeling cant compare to the joy that is coming. Romans 8:18
persisting is basically pushing through. think about the time you didnât think you would make it through an injury, a school year, a trial, yet you still walked through it â even if it was slow.
like when work days are long and you want to go home, but you canât, so you persist.
i try to think of my manifestations as an ultimatum. itâs going to happen, and thatâs final. the only thing you have to do to get it is stay conscious.
and staying conscious, walking through those days, is how you get to the end!
i use affirming and persisting with pretty much everything, which is why it was first.
2. listening to subs.
itâs that simple â listen to an audible subliminal that has the results you want over and over!! thatâs all i do u guys. hereâs my playlist if u want it (IF I DELETE IT CHECK MY PINNED POST!! I UPDATE IT OFTEN)
i often use @stilljuststardustâs subs, sladeâs subs, enchanted workshopsâ subs and i want it, i got itâs subs!
all of them are trusted and credible. i cannot promise you that all the subs in my playlist will work for you, as they are (sometimes) linked to my personal desires.
3. pinterest manifestation!!
i recommend having either a whole pinterest account or a board set aside for this way of manifestation.
you simply make boards (or sections) for things you want. i would say this is best for physical items, people, looks, makeup, etc. things that re physically tangible, rather than something like reality shifting (although i do have a reality shifting board! it has been working pretty well <3)
i also have one for my mindset, my religion, so on and so forth (link btw)
i think this is pretty self explanatory. just save picture of things you want and quotes/affirmations and DONE!
i also use this sub with it :p itâs worked WONDERSSS!
if you have any other questions i will be happy to answer them!! i love you all!! go manifest!!
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Hello! Hope you're having a great day/night! I absolutely adore your art, you are one of my favourite artists. I love the way you shade and do backrounds. Also everytime I get into a new show I immediately see your art for it??
I was wondering if you had any advice on drawing more realistically (backrounds, anatomy etc) but still keeping a style?
Hey hey!
Thank you so much!
I have a pretty good understanding of facial structures, because before I got into drawing more semi-realisticly, I heavily focused on realistic portraits. Here are some example, these are from around 2019!
(yes, I was really into danmei and kpop back then, haha)
I just always loved drawing/painting faces and it was all I did. But at some point I realized that I wanted to do more than that because just portraits felt super restricting. So it took me around 2-3 years to somewhat find my style. Thought it would be fun to show a little timeline! Advice will follow afterwards :)
2020
I began working on my OCs in 2020 and since I didn't have an exact reference to work off of, I struggled a lot. My art from this year is super wonky.
2021
Still wonky, but the Lokius obsession was the jumpstart into finding my style! My work from this year is all over the place haha, I was experimenting a lot.
2022
This first ofmd piece is pretty much the first drawing where you can see where my style is gonna go, which I think is pretty cool! This is the year I made the biggest progress cos I was drawing SO much. These two pieces are only six months apart. The one on the right was the first time I gave drawing a background a proper go, too! It was a good year.
2023
And this is where I am now! I'm still constantly learning and improving, but I'd say I have a style you can recognize now!
Now here comes some actual advice, haha:
What I highly recommend you to do is to study your favorite artists as much as you can! I have like 5 A4 sketchbooks all from 2020 that I filled with sooooo many studies, where basically all I did was look at artists I like and copy how they draw stuff, to try and figure out how to stylize certain things. Some of my favorite artists are Ami Thompson, Velinxi and TB Choi. But I also liked to just scroll through pinterest and study all the art I came across that I liked! For example, if I saw a really great drawing of a pair of pants I would copy it many times in my sketchbook and try to learn how they stylized the folds. Doing this for a prolongued period of time will naturally improve your own work! It'll be difficult at first, but you gotta push through, it's gonna be worth it!
I also highly recommend studying unique faces to try and avoid the same-face syndrome. Find some cool looking people and try to draw them as simple as you can! Maybe even draw a little timeline where you first draw them as cartoon-y as you can, and keep going until you end up with a more detailed, realistic drawing. Maybe in the middle of it you find a step that feels the most fun to you, so you can try to build on that! It's a great way to figure out what kind of style might be the best for you.
Here are some cool faces I found on pinterest!
I have a pinterest board with many more!
One REALLY important part of learning how to draw all kinds of things is to understand forms and shapes and how to manipulate them. I have so many pages in my sketchbook filled with just shapes that I drew from all kinds of angles without any references.
This is a great video on it:
6 Ways to Draw Anything by Proko
Learning how to do this is so crucial! Young artists often think they first have to learn all kinds of detailed anatomy before doing anything else, but all that's gonna do is make you tired and hate drawing. Shapes are where it's at! Once you understand how shapes work and which ones to use for certain parts of bodies or objects, drawing is gonna get so much easier! Once you understand them, you can get into details such as muscles and bones!
And honestly the most important point is to just absolutely love what you're doing! I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for the fact that I get extreme hyperfixations on certain media that turn me into some kind of beast where I can suddenly draw 10 detailed illustrations a week, haha. Just be passionate about what you do, find something you REALLY love and go crazy!
I really hope this was somewhat helpful! My inbox is always open if there's any more questions :)
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Hi! Can I put in a request for Paul Aron x F1 driver! Y/N? Itâs be cute for the reader to bring Paul around the paddock and make him say hi to everyone and vice versa!
Rookie Debuts (Paul Aron X Williams Driver! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/F2/F3
Requested: Clearly (I have so much fun with this <3 also, I love Logan, but I needed to give him appendicitis for this)
Warnings:Â mentions appendicitis (Logan Sargeant)
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 1751
Summary: The reader takes Paul on a chaotic walk through the paddock.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLISTÂ //Â HITLIST
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You didnât know what was with drivers and their appendixes erupting recently, but you werenât complaining as it gave you your Formula 1 debut. You have been a Williams Academy driver since 2021, and you were named their reserve driver while you competed in Formula 2. That means that when Loganâs appendix erupted just before the Hungarian Grand Prix, you were pulled up. It sucked a little because you liked racing against your friends and boyfriend, but you were never going to pass up an opportunity to race your favorite track in a Formula 1 car.Â
Paul was more than happy for you! You were the same when he got his opportunity at the Formula E race in Berlin back in May, so it was only fair he was just as supportive. He said he would follow you around like a puppy all weekend (not like it was anything out of the ordinary).Â
One thing that you made sure to do on media day was to talk to every driver, regardless of who they were. You did not want to be the new meat on the grid and have no insight. You had raced in Hungry before, but it was just different this time. Paul was busy doing his own media obligations, so you got a head start. You were put on a media panel with Max, Charles, Oscar, and Fernando, and you planned to use that to the fullest.
âQuestion for Y/n,â an interviewer broke your train of thought, âHow do you feel stepping into Logan Sargeantâs car this weekend? How has the grid treated you so far? And is there anything you feel disadvantaged by?â
âIâm nervous but excited, so I canât complain,â You chuckled. âThe grid hasnât really talked to me yet, but it was announced this morning that I was driving. Iâm cutting them some slack right now. As for a disadvantage, I just think Iâm not nearly as experienced as the rest of the drivers, and I havenât trained as much. Thatâs all I can think of, but if any drivers want to give me some advice or anything,â you mockingly coughed, âit would be greatly appreciated.â
âBreak slightly earlier going into turn six,â Fernando said quietly as he leaned toward you. âYouâll want to try braking later, but coming from experience, break earlier.â
âAlso,â Oscar piped up, âUse heat on your neck before you train and ice it after. It loosens your neck and helps with recovery.â
âAnd this track youâll need quick instincts, so brush up on those,â Max said.
âAnd donât forget,â Charles interrupted before anyone else could add more, âThis is your first race in a Formula 1 car. Youâre not going to be perfect, so donât be too hard on yourself. How many testing and free practice sessions have you been in?â
âTwo testing sessions this year, and I havenât had a free practice session yet,â You answered.
âSee? So youâve had very limited running in this car. No one is expecting you to be Michael Schumacher this weekend,â Charles laughed.
âThanks, Iâll take all that into this race,â You chuckled as the panel finished up. Each of you got up and walked out together. Just as everyone was about to split off toward their respective garages you stopped them. âReally, thank you guys. I really appreciate everything youâre telling me.â
âOf course,â Oscar comforted as he gave you a side hug. âWe were all rookies before, and we know that this track is probably not the best one to be starting on.â
âYeah, and if you need any more help or have questions, weâre here,â Charles added, giving you a hug too. Max sandwiched you between them as he also gave you a hug.
âWhat if I just want someone to talk to?â You asked. âAlex is always with James or George and I donât know anyone in this paddock.â
âYou know us,â Max said blankly. âWhenever we donât have any race things to do, youâre always welcome in Red Bull.â
âSame for Ferrari.â
âAnd McLaren.â
âAnd Aston Martin. We also have Felipe this weekend.â
This weekend was off to a great start. You couldnât complain. You tried your best to bounce between the F1 and F2 paddocks since you still wanted to cheer on Paul. You were a Paul Aron cheerleader first. Williams Formula 1 driver second.
It worked out well, so you were able to watch almost the entirety of Paulâs sessions before having to go get ready for your sessions. Thankfully though, your physical trainer has taken to helping you stretch somewhere where you could see and hear the race. They only made you head to the garage when you had to look over data and change before getting in the car.Â
Then, Paul said he would be in your garage as soon as he finished his post-session obligations. After your first free practice session, he was waiting in the back of your garage by the time you came in. He was still in his race suit since he had to qualify later, but it was comforting to have him there backing you up.
It became a ritual that everyone in Williams came to look forward to seeing after every session. They found it adorable. Some called it young love while others said it was true love. Without fail, you would climb out of the car and immediately run into Paulâs open arms regardless of how the session went.Â
When race day finally came, you had made an impact on the grid, showing exactly what you could do and why it was a good decision you were pulled up. Every practice session had you in the top 15, and you qualified eighth for the race itself. You and the team were proud, but no one was as proud as Paul.
The morning of the races, you went in early with Paul. You both wanted to support your friends in F3, but you also wanted to introduce Paul to all of your new friends.Â
âCome on, Paul! We have time to say hi before going to see Dino and Gabriele before the feature race, but I wanna introduce you to my new friends!â You exclaimed as you dragged Paul by the hand through the paddocks.
âIâve met Alex and James already,â Paul chuckled, following behind you blankly but became confused when you pulled him past the Williams hospitality. âWait, where are we going?â
âTo meet my new friends, duh!â You laughed as you continued until you saw Max and Liam talking outside of the Red Bull hospitality. âMax, Liam! Hi!â
âHey, whatâs up?â Max said as he turned to pull you and Paul into the conversation.
âNothing much, just showing Paul around,â You giggled as you leaned into his side. Paul just stood frozen. âHeâs a bit shy if you canât tell.â
âWe can tell. Are you ready for your first F1 race?â Liam chuckled as he returned your enthusiasm.
âAs ready as I can be,â You answered honestly before looking over at Paul. âWell, I think I should take him somewhere to regain his sense of reality real quick. Iâll see you guys later!â You bid them goodbye as you pulled Paul over to an empty table. âAre you okay?â
âI donât fan anyone, but you actually talked to Max Verstappen and he didnât kill you?â Paul asked. You werenât sure if he was serious or not, but it still made you laugh lightly. âWhatâs next? Youâre gonna tell me youâre friends with Fernando Alonso?â
And as they say, speak of the devil, they will appear. Fernando, as if his ears were ringing, comes walking up to you two with Lance and Felipe.
âHey, rookie,â Fernando teased as he took a seat in front of you. Lance took a seat next to him and Felipe leaned against the table.Â
âHey yourself rookie,â You chuckled, lifting your hand to fist bump him. âWhat are you three up to?â
âWalking around before sitting in a car for two hours,â Lance replied sarcastically.
âBut youâre sitting,â Paul pointed out, causing them to laugh.
âLook at that! Your boyfriend can come out of his shell! Max was just saying how awkward he was with him and Liam,â Felipe laughed.
âOk, I gotta take this guy around to make him meet everyone now,â You said as you stood up and pulled Paul away. âIâll see you on the track, minus Felipe.â
âDonât rub it in!â
âI cannot believe I manifested Fernando Alonso to come over,â Paul said in disbelief as you two walked aimlessly between the hospitalities.
âI canât believe you made a fool of yourself in front of two world champions already,â You teased. After being met with Paul planting his feet and pouting, you turned and placed a short kiss to his lips. âI love you anyway, but youâre my fool.â
âIâm a fool for you,â Paul whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours and pulled you into another kiss.
âWhy must I be single?â A voice from behind you two said but it was immediately followed by an âoofâ. You two pulled apart and looked back to see Oscar and Lando standing You assumed Lando said it and Oscar elbowed him in the stomach.
âThatâs not something I can answer for you,â You chuckled as you approached them. âYou guys ready?â
âI think the question is, are you? Any nerves yet?â Oscar asked. âThis goes for both of you. Paul, I saw youâre leading the championship, so howâre you feeling?â
âGood, starting on pole, so I canât complain,â Paul answered.
âIâm also pretty good. Hungaroring is my favorite track, so Iâm just ready to have fun,â You added before hearing some commotion behind you. You turn to see a flurry of read running up behind you.
âThere you are!â Charles said out of breath. âIâve been looking everywhere for you!â
âWhy? We have like four hours?â You responded, looking at your watch in confusion before your eyes widened. âShit!â
âWhat?â Paul asked.
âPaul!â Ollie shouted as he ran up to you. âHitech had been looking for you everywhere! You need to be there for pre-race.â
âBut F3 hasnât started yet,â Paul answered confused.
âTheyâre on lap 18 of 22,â Ollie answered as he pulled your boyfriend away, pulling you in the chain as well. âIâll make sure someone returns the Williams driver!â
âOr not! Iâm starting ninth, and Iâd like a free place!â Oscar shouted after you.
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Confrontation
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.2k
Warnings:Â minor angst, sexual frustration and tension
Summary: You and Bucky donât get along. Your best friend is dating his best friend, so you try to be civil. He just makes it so damn difficult to be nice to. When you go to a party and get stranded there, you ask your best friend to come get you but get someone else instead. Youâre forced to confront your feelings.
Squares Filled: "it isn't real" (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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âDoes he have to come over? I really donât want to deal with him. I thought tonight was supposed to be a girlâs night.â
âWe were, but he just got back into town, and I havenât seen him for weeks.â
You huff out in annoyance. Not at her but at the situation. Her boyfriend is a sweet guy and treats her like sheâs the only woman in the world. Itâs his best friend that gets on your nerves. If you were her, youâd totally ditch girlâs night to hang with your boyfriend⌠if you had one.
âYeah, I guess. Does Bucky have to come?â
âHeâs his best friend. Itâs like me without you.â
It should be illegal just how much Bucky gets under your skin. Itâs like he knows and is doing it on purpose. Heâs the definition of a playboy and it pisses you off. There isnât a time that goes by that he doesnât have a woman on his arm, on his lap, or in his bed. When heâs not fucking random girls, heâs always getting into fights that he usually starts. He does illegal shit on his bike all the time. You donât know how many times you heard Steve say he had to bail Bucky out of jail.
Heâs a menace and heâs fucking attractive. It pisses you off.
âCan you two just get along, please? I love you and I love him. I donât want to lose either of you.â
âFine,â you grumble.
Steve and Bucky show up an hour later, and itâs not surprising that Bucky brought a woman with him.
âSteve! Youâre back!â
Jessica jumps into his arms and kisses him, and you look away from them knowing Bucky is looking for you. You slip into the kitchen unseen and grab a quick snack that youâll probably eat in your room. Whatâs irritating is that you can feel Bucky before you can see him. You turn and see him just a few feet away from you wearing a cocky smirk.
âI was looking for you.â
âHow unfortunate for me.â
âAwh, come on, Doll, donât be like that. Iâve missed you.â
âAnd Iâve missed the peace and quiet youâve disrupted.â
You grab your snack and try to move away from him but he wonât let you escape that easily.
âWhere are you going? Donât you want to hang out with us?â
âIâd rather stick needles in my eyes than hang out with you. Plus, I donât want to get an STD from your whore on that couch.â
Bucky laughs and steps aside so you can leave the kitchen, but he only leaves barely enough room for you to squeeze by. You hate how much you like feeling his body as you pass by. Stop! Heâs an asshole and a playboy! Bad Y/N! Steve and Jessica are already all over each other while Buckyâs date is scrolling through her phone, clearly bored.
âHey, where are you going?â Jessica asks, giggling when Steve kisses her neck.
âMy room. Have fun.â
Youâd hope that the barrier between you and the rest of the party would be enough to block out the sounds, but Bucky is making it his mission to get you to hear him and his date. Whether that be her moaning or laughing. It makes you sick. You sit at your computer and browse social media when you get a message from someone on Instagram.
Brady: Hey! Iâm having a party downtown and would love it if you came! Itâs open bar. Tell your friends!
Brady provides an address that is halfway across town. You donât know who this is but itâs an opportunity to get the hell out of here. Youâre scared that the party in the living room will turn into an orgy if they all consent to it. Itâs likely you wonât know anyone at the party either, but itâs a good way to meet someone. Jessica is right, you need to get laid.
You change into a moderately revealing outfit but it covers enough to keep some mystery. Itâs a short, one-strap red dress that stops at your knees, and you pair that with black pumps. You donât do much in terms of makeup and hair so you keep it breezy and light knowing itâs going to get hot and sweaty at the party.
You grab your purse before making your way to the front door. You look back and see Jessica and Steve lost in each other, and Buckyâs girl is sitting by herself on the couch.
âWhereâs Bucky?â
âBathroom. Where are you going.â
âOut. Donât wait up.â
You leave the apartment and take a twenty-minute bus drive over to the party. Youâre nervous to be going alone to a party where you donât know anyone but you need to step out of your comfort zone. Itâs getting lonely coming home to an empty bed while Jessica has hers full. The second you step into the party, youâre hit with a stench of weed and alcohol.
âHey, you here alone?â a man asks.
A man who has got to be at least six foot four approaches you with a smile. First impression? Heâs cocky but he tries to hide it through a shy smile. His attitude and confidence stem from his height. He must think he can get any girl he wants. It doesnât hurt that heâs easy on the eyes. Still, youâre not an idiot and you wonât be oblivious just because heâs cute.
âNo, my friend is parking the car.â
âCan I get you two a drink, then?â
âOnly if I can come with you.â
âIâm Brady.â Oh, so heâs the one who invited you. Youâre pretty sure he was mass-sending that message out to anyone in the area. âThe bar is in the back.â
You follow Brady to the bar and watch the bartender pour your drink. You take it from her with a smile and turn to Brady who already has his eyes on other girls.
âSo, is this your house?â
âYeah, my roommates are out of town and told me to have fun.â
âWow, I didnât think fun meant throwing a party where half the state is invited.â
âI know, right?â He laughs. âDo you live around here? I would have noticed someone as beautiful as you around.â
You blush at the compliment but donât comment on it. âI live across town. I normally donât travel around here.â
âI think I have to change that.â Heâs not doing anything wrong but you canât help but compare him to Bucky. For some odd reason, youâre wishing that he was here with you instead. A woman walks up to the bar to get another drink, and Brady turns to her. âHey, where did you go? I missed you.â
You should have seen this coming. All men like him and Bucky are the same. Always pushing someone away when someone better comes along. You look nothing like the beautiful woman Bradyâs flirting with but that doesnât mean he can just toss you to the side and pretend like you donât exist.
âBye, Brady.â
He doesn't even spare you a glance. You leave the bar and scout out someone new to talk to. However, the more you study everyone here, the more you feel out of place. You love a good party but this is just too much. People are on the couch smoking weed and making out, there is a mosh pit happening in the middle of the living room where everyone is grinding on each other, people are out by the pool drinking and smoking, and what you assume is more upstairs fucking.
It was a bad idea not to tell your roommate you were coming here.
You throw your drink away and push your way to the front door. You take in a lungful of fresh air and walk to the park right across the street. There are a few people that have taken the party to the park but itâs nothing like whatâs happening inside. You took one of the last buses here so you know there arenât going to be any that run this late at night, so you can either find a ride home or walk home.
You take out your phone and message Jessica hoping that she and Steve are done doing whatever they are doing.
You: Can you come pick me up? I went to a party and I donât like it here. I donât want to walk home this late at night.
Jessica: Iâm on my way.
Youâd take an Uber but you donât have any money. Jessica usually lets you borrow her car, but you didnât want to leave her without it. You wrap your arms around yourself since itâs a bit chilly. You didnât think to bring a jacket because you thought the heat of the party would warm you. Ten minutes later, you hear a bike engine rev as it gets closer to you.
You donât have to see who the driver is to know who it is. Youâd know that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up next to you and takes off his helmet.
âI didnât call for you. Go away.â
âWhoa, calm down, Doll. Iâm your Prince Charming. I heard you needed a ride.â He pats the seat behind him. âYour chariot awaits, princess.â
âYou got me all fucked up if you think Iâm getting on that death trap. Where is Jessica?â
Bucky smirks. âSheâs kind of busy at the moment with Steve if you know what I mean.â You roll your eyes. âI offer my services.â
âNo thanks. Iâll walk.â
You go to walk past him but he grabs your arm gently to stop you.
âIâm only going to say this once. Get on the bike, Doll.â
You try to yank your arm away but Buckyâs grip is firm yet gentle.
âFine.â
Bucky lets go of your arm and hands you a spare helmet. He puts his helmet on while you put yours on, and you use him for support while getting on the bike. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer but you refuse to be flush against him. You jerk back and sit as far away as you can from him. Bucky only chuckles and faces forward on the bike. He revs the engine and jerks forward causing you to slam into his back. Your arms go around his waist to keep yourself from falling off, and he grabs both your hands with one of his.
âAsshole,â you mutter to yourself.
âI heard that.â
Buckyâs voice comes through the small speaker inside the helmet that allows you two to talk to each other.
âJust drive.â
You and Bucky ride all the way home in silence. There is no way youâre going to talk to him. What would you even say? Would you pick a fight? Would you say thank you? The second Bucky parks the bike, youâre hopping off it. You take the helmet off and practically throw it at him before running toward the house. Bucky is hot on your heels so you donât have much time to escape.
You grab the doorknob to open it but Bucky grabs your waist and flips you so youâre facing him.
âWhat do you want from me, Bucky?â
âAm I not going to get a thank you?â
âThank you, Prince Charming. That was so nice of you to drive me home because they asked you to,â you say sarcastically.
He chuckles in a low tone. âThey didnât ask me to.â
âYeah, because you came on your own free will,â you roll your eyes.
âWhat have I done to make you hate me so much?â
âPlease,â you scoff.
âNo, seriously. I want to know. Have I done something to piss you off?â
âYou know exactly what you did.â
âNo, use your words. What did I do to piss you off?â
Bucky refuses to let you go so either you two stand here for the rest of the night or you confess.
âBecause youâre a bad person! You get into fights that land you in jail. You do illegal shit that also lands you in jail. You take home any girl who gives you five seconds of their attention. Do you know how many times, Steve, Jessica, and I have bailed you out of jail? Youâre not good.â
âOh, okay.â Bucky reaches up and grasps your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. He leans in so close that you think he is going to kiss you. He might have a metal arm but you donât think he has super hearing. Otherwise, heâd hear how hard your heart is beating. It isnât real, Y/N. He doesnât feel things for you. He bypasses your lips and goes straight to your ear. âI think you want me to be the bad guy because I think you know Iâd be too good to you.â
He casually nips the outside of your ear before pulling away.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, breathlessly.
âGood night, Doll.â
He winks at you and walks back to his bike. He doesnât spare you another glance as he drives away, and you fall against the door, completely flustered. Youâre fucked.
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Listen Up: Swimmer
--- Originally posted on 2021-04-21 by newyoutf ---
Jon twisted back and forth under the showerhead, singing along to the music blasting from his phone on the counter.
The music lowered in volume for a second, making way for two loud dings. Jon reached out from the stream of water and fumbled with the screen in his wet hands. It was a message from Oliver, his best friend, âHey bro, got something you should listen to.â
âBro?â Jon wondered. Since when did Oliver say âbroâ? Jon blinked, struggling to think for a moment. Oliver talked like that all the time, he was American after all... wasnât he?
Attached to the message was an audio file. Jon figured it must have been a new song by one of the pairâs favorite pop divas, perhaps a new leaked track. Jon hit the play button, placed the phone back down, and returned to the hot water.
A harsh static buzz and what sounded like garbled speech boomed from the phone, taking Jon by surprise. The corrupted audio cleared up after a moment and a deep, male voice started.
âWelcome. This audio program is custom designed. Just for you. Ensure you are in a comfortable, private place. You will not want to be disturbed.â
âOliver,â Jon rolled his eyes, thinking that surely something starting this ridiculous would be some sort of joke or meme. After all, Oliver had always been a dumb joker. âWait,â Jon felt confused, he could have sworn Oliver was a quiet, twinky lad like himself?
Jon realized couldnât form a solid impression of his friend in his mind. They met at their university in London and became best friends, bonding over their mutual love of pop music and ogling the campus jocks. But now it was like that reality had been shattered. Those memories gave way for ones of meeting each other at the campus gym shortly after Oliver arrived from the US. Oliver was his best, hot, American friend, right? Jonâs cock twitched at the new image of his friend as he placed his face under the stream of hot water in an attempt to clear his head.
âRelax. Take a deep breath, in and out.â
Jon unwittingly followed the instructions. The frown fell from his face and his body relaxed, taking in the warmth of the water.
âYouâre Oliver's best friend. Makes sense, given youâre a total alpha too.â
âBoth wha- ah! Ah!â, Jon planted his hands against the wet, tiled wall as the words sent pleasure rippling through his body. He looked down feeling a strong warmth against his leg but it wasnât the hot water. His semi-hard cock had blasted a rope of cum against his leg. âWhat the fuck?â Jon mumbled.
âWhat a coincidence that youâre both six-foot-four. It serves him well in the gym, the same way it serves you well in the water.â
Jon howled in ecstasy, spluttering and moaning, as his five-foot-nine body stretched higher. His soft cock drooled hot cum as it rapidly began to rise. His arms pushed against the wall, lengthening for better performance in the pool. He stepped backward as his head struck the showerhead and rose even higher. Hot water poured down the front of his much longer torso and legs.
âYour shoulders are so broad. Typical of you swimming jocks.â
Unable to resist the command, Jon's shoulders crunched and throbbed, thrusting out larger and bulging with muscle. âGod! W- What the fuck i- is... ugh... happening?!â he roared, terrified not just by the growth gripping his body, but the incredible pleasure it wrought on him.
âThose are some long, meaty fucking arms, Jon.â
âF- fuck!â Jon roared, spraying a massive load up the back of the shower feeling his narrow arms explode with thick mounds of muscle, rippling across his biceps and triceps. The growth spread down his arms, his forearms bloating with tight, lean muscle. His wrists cracked as they thickened.
âHands that big must be useful for pushing through the water.â
Stifled screams rumbled from Jonâs tightly clenched mouth. His hands were pressed against the back of the shower, clicking and twitching as they began to swell across the tiles. The fingers accelerated longer and longer. His palms spread monstrously broad. He flexed his hands, in total awe of their disproportionate size; perfect for pushing through the water.
The experience was like nothing Jon ever felt. A sexual eruption taking place across every cell as the words rewrote his body. âCanât... resist... so g- good,â Jon grunted, gasping for air.
âYou clearly work out for the aesthetics as well, not just the pool. Your shredded chest is proof of that.â
Jon couldnât even attempt to fight anymore, but nor did he want to. His chest puffed and bulged, distorting the path of the water running across it. The previously non-existent pecs pushed outward from his widening chest. His cock trembled as the changes took hold in his abdomen, causing his flat stomach to erupt with tight, thick abs. Jon gripped his ass, feeling it swell into his huge hands while he erupted cum across the tiles once more.
*âThatâs the spirit, Jon. Youâre a *stud.â
Jon felt those words echo in his ears and rumble down his throat. Grunts and pants became deeper and deeper as his thickened and voice morphed. His head groaned as it enlarged to fit his frame. Hair began to flourish out of his cheeks and across his upper lip while the mop of medium-length hair on his head retreated, leaving a short, handsome cut in its place. He stroked his cock with one hand and clasped his face with the other feeling his jawline refine and the angles of his face sharpen. He turned to the mirror cabinet, seeing just a sliver of his improved visage. Jon gasped at the sight and immediately ejected another load of cum.
He didnât just look like a swole swimming jock. He felt like one too. He rejoiced in his mind being filled with thoughts of the pool, weightlifting, spotting his bros at the gym, and fucking them afterward.
âGood to see the bottom half matches the top.â
Jonâs legs trembled. He clutched the slippery tiles harder to hold himself up, the pleasure reverberating through his legs almost too much to bear. Muscles spasmed in his calves, swelling with every little twitch. Muscle wasnât all that was gracing his legs. Dark hair grew forth from the skin, coating his powerful legs in a layer of fur. Jon swore under his breath, impressed by the hair spreading up and down his legs. He thought about how he refused to shave like other swimmers, he liked the hair, and regardless his superior form needed no extra boost. His body responded to the suggestion, triggering a fine layer of hair to sprout from his forearms, between his pecs, in a trail over his abs and across the tops of his feet.
Memories of the pool, the beach, and victories across university swimming tournaments swarmed his brain. Trophies and medals materialized in the bedroom just next to where he was showering.
âDamn, itâs no surprise you outperform everyone in the water with feet that massive. And you know what they say about that, Jon.â
Every one of the toes on Jonâs size eight feet surged with pleasure. He moaned loudly as they began to push across the floor of the shower while his soles stretched to catch up. He recalled new memories of having large feet, how they propelled him to victory in the pool, and the comments people would make: âBigfootâ, âYou know what they say...â, âWhere can you even buy size sixteens?â
âSixteen?!â he repeated in his mind. The brief shock turned to anticipation as he felt his soles continue to march forward longer and wider, his toes twitching while they reshaped long and meaty. Jon growled aloud as he expelled another load, âGod, yeah... so f- fucking... big.â
The jock trembled under the stream of hot water, desperate for sexual release. He looked down as the expanding feet settled into excessively large size sixteens, curling his long toes as his six-inch cock began to quiver in its desperation to grow larger as well. It felt as though it were perpetually hardening, only to then push longer and girthier instead. Jon grasped his wet cock and thrust into his grip hard and repeatedly. He relished in the sensation of the veins bulging and the shaft thickening.
*âI guess what they say really is true, isnât *it?â
The audio toyed with him, pushing his cock just that little bit longer and pumping it ever so slightly thicker. It pulsed and twitched, gradually and slowly with every breath. His uncut, British foreskin slid further backward, as a larger, blunter head swelled outward. Jon smirked as he groaned and growled, stroking faster and faster, enthralled by the beautiful nine-inch weapon he now possessed.
âCum.â
âOh yeah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!â Jon made three final long, hard tugs on his thick pole before roaring in delight as unspeakable ecstasy filled him. Cum rocketed upward against the water rushing from the showerhead, ejecting what remained of Jonâs old genetic material while orgasm after orgasm pounded his body.
Exhausted and dripping wet, he stepped slowly out of the tub, unsteady on his new legs and feet.
*âRemember to share this recording with your friends*.â
And with that, the playback stopped. Jon looked at himself in the mirror, still shocked, but enraptured with his new body and looks. He grabbed his phone and wiped the water from the screen, struggling to unlock it with his longer fingers. He typed out a reply to Oliver, âThat shit was fucking lit mate!â
A few miles away, a sweaty Oliver was busy lifting weights, waiting for his friend to give him some indication that something had happened. He had to place the weight down slowly as his mind blurred for a moment. He saw the images and memories that he had of his friend change and shift. Gone were the images of a quiet little twink, replaced by those of a loud, masculine swimming jock. Oliver smiled cockily realizing what had just happened. Then, as if on cue, his phone vibrated with Jonâs reply. Following was a photo of a huge, semi-hard cock swinging above two gargantuan feet. Oliver felt his own cock stiffen slightly at the image.
âHell yeah, bro! You should be selling these pics like I do,â Oliver sent in response, getting a deep chuckle out of Jon.
Both men now looked at their phones, horny and pondering who next to share the mysterious audio file with.
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Worthy
Steve Rogers x fem!reader
Word count: 9.7k (donât look at me)
Contains: ANGST but with a happy ending, mentions of abuse, self-deprecation, Tonyâs stupid quips, fight scenes (its age of ultron duh), tooth-rotting fluff, minor character deaths
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. Everyone except for the reader and her family belongs to Marvel.
Authorâs Note: hiiii so I wrote this in 2021 when I was going through a really dark time. It brought me so much peace to write it and I figured it was time I share it with the world. Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts (such as if I should post more cause I got more đŤŁ) anyways I hope you like it!!
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Worthy. What a ridiculous word. A hypocritical one, too. There are those who believe with everything theyâve gotâ even to the point of being pridefulâ that theyâre worthy. Others hope that they are. And the rest feel, deep down inside, that theyâll never be worthy.
âI bet itâs a trick,â Clint commented, spinning drumsticks between his fingers. He was sat next to Maria, and on his other side, Bruce and Natasha were deep in conversation. Tony and Rhodey sat on the futon. Dr. Cho was asleep.
Thor chuckled and handed a newly opened beer bottle to Steve. (Y/N) was on the carpet, her back against Steveâs strong legs. Thor shook his head. âNo, no. It is much more than that.â
âWhosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power,â Clint mocked in a Shakespearean voice that made (Y/N) snort. âWhatever, man!â
Thor grinned and indicated his hammer, propped up on the coffee table. âPlease, be my guest.â
Tony smirked at Clint. âGo ahead!â
Clint raised his eyebrows. âReally?â He leaped to his feet.
âOh, this is gonna be beautiful,â Rhodey remarked.
Steve leaned down and whispered in (Y/N)âs ear. âFive bucks says he gives up after five seconds.â
âYouâre on,â (Y/N) shot back. âI say ten seconds⌠gotta give the man a little credit.â She smiled to herself as Steve tickled her shoulder. If she were on the same level as him, sheâd tickle him right back.
From the very beginning of the Avengers initiative, after that whole mess in 2012, Steve has always been the one (Y/N) was closest to, Clint being a very close second. It was an instant click. They loved the same movies, traded jokes and sarcastic comments, trained together, and even fell asleep next to each other on the couch on days off. Three years later, they are as close as ever.
Clint approached MjĂślnir, a swagger in his step. Tony leaned forward in his seat. âClint, youâve had a tough week. We wonât hold it against you if you canât get it up.â
Everyone chuckled at that and Clint ignored them, eyeing Thor. âYou know Iâve seen this before, right?â
He reached for the handle and tugged, grunting as he did so. About five seconds later, he gave up, shaking his head. âI still donât know how you do it!â
âSmell the silent judgment?â Tony jeered at Clint as (Y/N) grudgingly handed Steve five bucks.
Steve made it better with a flash of his perfect smile and a wink from his pretty blue eyes. Beaming, she rolled her eyes and focused on the petty ones in the room.
Clint held out his hand. âStark, by all means.â
Tony shrugged and stood, earning a chorus of âUh ohâ, âMmm-hmmâ, âOh here we go.â He practically strutted over to the hammer. âNever been one to shy away from an honest challenge.â
âYeah, but how often do you win âem?â (Y/N) muttered and Steve laughed so hard he choked on his beer. Rhodey and a couple others went âooo!â
Tony shot her a playful glare and looped his wrist through the loop on the top of the handle. âItâs physics.â He glanced at Thor. âAlright, so, uh, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?â
Thor nodded benevolently. âYes.â
Tony grasped the handle and put one foot on the table. âI will be reinstituting Prima Nocta.â He grunted and pulled, but the hammer didnât move at all. He removed the loop and cleared his throat. âBe right back.â
He stormed away and came back not one minute later with an Iron Man glove from his latest model. âThatâs cheating!â Maria called.
Tony put it on and grasped the handle. âAnd Iâm Tony Stark.â He yanked on the handle, but the Asgardian weapon remained unmovable. He turned his hand and little turbines came out of the arm, acting like a rocket. Still, MjĂślnir stayed still as a rock.
(Y/N) shook her head, grinning as Tony struggled with the hammer. âGive it a rest, pretty boy, you canât lift it.â
âI can and will, sugar lips,â Tony retorted good-naturedly. He waved Rhodey over and the latter put on his own hand gear from War Machine. Watching them try and lift it together was hysterical and (Y/N) could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard.
Next up was Bruce, who climbed on the table and screamed when he couldnât lift the hammer. Everyone stared at him in amusement and he flushed pink, embarrassed.
(Y/N) had her head on Steveâs knee when Maria tried and failed. The former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent turned to (Y/N). âAlright, youâre up.â
She lifted her head, chewing on her lip. âOh, no. I, uh, Iâm not doing it.â
Tony whined. âCome on! After Capsicle and Shakespeare in the Park, youâre the strongest one here!â
He wasnât wrong. Thatâs another reason she and Steve were both so close-- they were the only enhanced beings in the tower. Her super strength and cat-like agility earned her the nickname of The Leopard, only she wasnât experimented on. Her mom had been a chemist for S.H.I.E.L.D. when (Y/N) was young, and one day she came to work with her mom and there was an explosion that resulted from the leak of a new serum designed to replicate the one inside Steve. She and her mom both got struck. The result? She got powers and her mom was killed.
âIâm not lifting it, Stark,â she said firmly. She held his gaze. Normally, sheâd sigh at the sight of those puppy dog eyes and grudgingly give into whatever task he wanted her to complete. But this⌠this was different.
Thor boomed, âIt is not about strength, Stark. It is about worthiness.â
And Iâm the least worthy person here, she said silently.
Steve petted her head for a second before patting her shoulder. âIâll try.â
Grateful, she shuffled to the side to let him stand. She took his place on the couch next to Thor and watched as he rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. His blonde hair glowed in the light and his arm muscles flexed as he gripped onto the hammer.
Clenching his jaw, Steve tugged on the hammer⌠and it moved slightly. Thrilled, (Y/N) stole a glance at Thorâs face and nearly pissed herself. Thor looked so shocked. Stifling her laughter, she watched as Steve pulled on the handle once more before letting go, holding up his hands in surrender.
Thor audibly blew out a sigh of relief, a small smile returning to his face. (Y/N) shoved his arm. âDonât worry, no oneâs coming for your throne, Thunder.â
Steve chuckled at that and sat back down next to her. Everyone looked at Nat, who smiled and took a sip of her beer. âOh, no, no, thatâs not a question I need answered.â
Tony raised his bottle. âAll deference to the man who wouldnât be king, but itâs rigged.â
Clint clapped Tony on the shoulder. âYou bet your ass.â
Maria piped up, âSteve, he said a bad language word.â
âDid you tell everyone about that?â Steve demanded, glaring at Tony as (Y/N) buried her face in his shoulder to smother her laughter. Steve wrapped his arm around her instead of pushing her away, and when she lifted her head, she had to look away from Natasha, whose smirking expression was directed right at her and Steve. Nat has caught them curled up together on the couch before, and each time (Y/N) has told her âSteve is my best friend.â Even though I want more.
Tony leaped to continue his previous train of thought. âThe handleâs imprinted. Like a security code. âWhosoever is carrying Thorâs fingerprintsâ is I think the literal translation.â
âYes, thatâs a, uh, very, very interesting theory,â Thor replied, standing with his Asgardian ale in one hand. âI have a simpler one.â He lifted the hammer with ease and flipped it, catching it gracefully. âYou are all not worthy.â
(Y/N) shook her head with a small smile on her face, Steve and Clint laughed, Rhodey and Bruce scoffed, Tony groaned a âCome on!â and Maria and Natasha exchanged looks with the now awake Dr. Cho.
Suddenly, a loud feedback whine pierced the air and everyone reacted, some stiffening and the others covering their ears. Tony frowned and pulled out his transparent pad that controlled everything in the tower.
A voice that sent chills down (Y/N)âs spine came to their attention, as well as the clanking of metal. âWorrrrrrtttttthhhhyyyy.â A tattered, roughed-up-looking version of one of Tonyâs suits lurched into the living room, leaking oil. It turned to face them. It flourished its hand, and when it spoke next, its voice was clearer, more masculine, and much more sinister. âNo. How could you be worthy? Youâre all killers.â
At that, (Y/N) stiffened as dread rooted deep down in her gut. Steve let go of her and stood, his stern eyes fixed on the robot. âStark,â he challenged without looking at the billionaire.
âJ.A.R.V.I.S.,â Tony called.
âIâm sorry, I was asleep.â The suit turned his head, the lights in his eyes flickering. âOr I was a dream.â
Tony tapped on the pad. âReboot. Weâve got a buggy suit.â
The robot in front of them shielded his face. âThere was this terrible noise, and I was tangled in⌠inâŚâ he looked down at the wires and spare parts keeping the frame together. â...strings.â
(Y/N) and everyone else who had been sitting set down their drinks and stood, all of them tense. The suit flourished his hand again. âHad to kill the other guy⌠he was a good guy.â
âYou killed someone?â Steve asked, serious and condescending.
Those words and his tone made (Y/N) feel a little sick, but she willed herself not to react and instead focused on the terrifying suit, which glanced at the floor. âWasnât my first call. But⌠in the real world, weâre faced with ugly choices.â
âWho sent you?â (Y/N) asked calmly.
The suit straightened up as the sound of a tape rewinding filled their ears. âI see a suit of armor around the world,â Tonyâs voice came through.
Tonyâs face paled. Bruce stared at him. âUltron.â
(Y/N), Steve and Thor shot a bewildered look at Tony, while Natasha, Rhodey, and Clint all looked at Bruce for answers. Maria cocked her gun and Thorâs grip on his hammer tightened. (Y/N) clenched her fists and exchanged a look with Steve.
âIn the flesh,â the suit answered. âOr, no, not yet. Not this⌠chrysalis. But Iâm ready. Iâm on a mission.â
Natasha tilted her head. âWhat mission?â
Ultron jutted his chin out, and if he had a real form, (Y/N) was sure he would be smiling. âPeace in our time.â
Three of Tonyâs suits burst out of the wall, concrete and plaster raining down like hail. Almost everyone dove for cover. Steve flipped up the coffee table just in time for a suit to collide with it, sending both (Y/N) and Steve over the couch.
He immediately reached for her, his eyes wide. âYou okay?â
âYeah.â She scrambled to her feet at the same time he did. She ducked as one of the suits flew straight over her head and watched Thor smack it with his hammer.
She hurried over to the bar, where Natasha and Bruce were hunkered down, the assassin using her gun. Maria was also firing her gun, Clint was nowhere to be seen, and Rhodey tumbled through the glass window onto the landing below.
Grabbing a long skewer, she leaped onto the back of a suit that was towering over a terrified Dr. Cho. (Y/N) tried to impale the skewer in between the helmet and neck, hoping to dismantle some of the wires, but it threw her off and into the grand piano with a great crash. The impact barely hurt her, but it certainly knocked the air out of her lungs. She tumbled onto her back, winded, and her eyes widened in fear when the suit faced her.
Unbeknownst to her, Ultron cocked its head and turned his attention toward her. âInteresting.â
Natasha and Bruce hurried up the stairs, Clint barely missed a shot from a suit, Tony hopped onto the back of another one, and the suit looming over (Y/N) got distracted by Maria.
Her heart in her throat, (Y/N) watched as Steve got slammed against the wall on the second landing. He fell to the ground hard, groaning. Thinking quickly, she twisted her head and saw his shield. It was heavy as all hell for everyone else, but for her, it was nothing.
âSTEVE!â She yelled, gripping onto the shield.
Steve bolted to his feet and at the same time, (Y/N) threw it to him like a frisbee. Thor dismantled one suit, Tony took down the other, but the third remained. With a spin, Steve threw his shield and it tore the suit in half.
It was over as fast as it had started. It was quiet for a second, the only sound being everyoneâs panting. (Y/N) rubbed her neck and gripped onto the wall for support.
Ultron shook his head. âThat was dramatic. Iâm sorry, I know you mean well, you just didnât think it through.â
Steve took a few angry steps forward and (Y/N) stiffened. Ultron continued. âYou want to protect the world but you donât want it to change. How is humanity saved if itâs not allowed to... evolve?â He bent and picked up the destroyed head of one of the suits. âWith these? These puppets.â Ultron threw down the head and surveyed the room. âThereâs only one path to peace. The Avengersâ extinction.â
Thor grunted and threw MjĂślnir. The hammer smashed Ultron into pieces against the wall before flying back to Thorâs hand.
The lights in Ultronâs head sparked and flickered. In a sing-songy, raspy voice, the suit murmured, âI had strings, but now Iâm free⌠there are no strings on meâŚâ Then, it flickered and died.
Everyone remained frozen for a second as the towerâs lights flickered. Some went out. Steve rushed over to (Y/N), his intense fury softening as he looked at her. He reached to inspect her neck. âYou okay?â
She nodded, though she was far from it. Ultronâs words about them being killers and his creepy disappearance⌠it unsettled her. She had a feeling they hadnât heard the last of him.
She was right. Down in Tonyâs lab, they realized Ultron had taken all of the Iron Man suits, Lokiâs staff, important files, and hard drives. He was in the internet now and was most likely downloading everything he could about each and every one of them. The thought of that robot looking into her file made (Y/N) feel sick. Only Nick Fury had access to her file, but it was clear that Ultron could bypass that.
They also learned that Ultron could access anything he wanted, like nuclear codes. They all figured out that J.A.R.V.I.S. was the person Ultron killed. Tony revealed that he created Ultron because of a vision the female Maximoff gave him when they seized the scepter. He saw what he called âThe Endgame,â and he didnât believe the Avengers would be enough to save the world. Steve assured him that even if they lost the war, they would do it together.
That night, when all was quiet in the tower and everyone was asleep, (Y/N) began to toss and turn. She couldnât get Ultron out of her head. The monstrosity followed her into the depths of her nightmares and made her feel trapped. Images of him infiltrating her file terrified her to no end.
She sat up and ran a hand through her hair. It was no use. She needed water, or milk. She climbed out of bed and padded to the elevator. It took her to the kitchen.
She was a few footsteps away from the fridge when she heard it. â(Y/N).â
Ultron. She spun around, her fists out, but there was nothing there. Shocked, she lowered her fists. But then, she heard it again, much more sinister. â(Y/N).â
âWhat do you want from me?â She tried her best to keep her tone harsh.
âDo they know?â Ultronâs voice was quiet and menacing.
(Y/N) stood at attention. âDo they know what?â
Ultron chuckled darkly. (Y/N)âs eyes darted every which way, but she couldnât see him, only hear him. âWhat I read in that file of yours⌠how many years has it been since the âaccidentâ? Or should we call it what it really is?â
She felt her blood go cold. He wasnât talking about 2012. He was talking about when she was seventeen. Her breathing got more shallow.
Ultron continued. âIâll ask again⌠do⌠they⌠know?â
âPlease.â Her voice was nothing more than a whisper as her mouth dried up. Her hands began to shake.
âItâs the reason youâre not worthy to lift the God of Thunderâs mighty hammer.â The sarcasm in his voice made her heart beat faster. âYou will never be worthy. How could you be? Youâre a killer. Imagine how your closest friends would react. Just think of Godâs righteous man seeing you for who you really are⌠â
âNo.â She covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. âNo, no, no.â
His voice, his words⌠it didnât stop. Monster⌠murdererâŚ
The kitchen got darker and more confined, until (Y/N) felt like she was in a cage. The words got louder and louder until she screamedâŚ
Drenched in sweat, (Y/N) jerked upright, panting. Her hands wildly felt around her. She was in bed. It had just been a dream.
But there was a truth to it that shook her to the core, a fear that she hoped and prayed would never come true.
A knock at her door nearly made her jump out of her skin. The intruder spoke up, their voice gentle. â(Y/N), itâs Nat. You okay?â
âFine, Nat. Just a bad dream,â the girl lied. She fought to take deep breaths and slow her racing heart. âSorry I woke you.â
She could tell Nat was hesitating so she forced more conviction into her voice. âSeriously, Iâm okay. Itâs not so bad tonight. Sorry again. Just⌠donât mention it to anybody, okay? Iâll see you tomorrow.â
As the only girls in the Avengers, they shared this floor together. Unfortunately, nightmares were a common occurrence for (Y/N), and every time she accidentally woke up Natasha, guilt steadily consumed her. She never once let Natasha see her pain, her terror. No one could see. She was the âstrong oneâ, the bold and cheeky (Y/N) that everyone knew and respected. Not the pathetic, shriveling mess that screamed herself awake in the middle of the night.
(Y/N) breathed a shaky sigh of relief when she heard Natashaâs footsteps recede. She was alone. Tears stung her eyes. Always alone.
She curled up in a ball and muffled her sobs, so as not to wake Natasha again.
***
It wasnât long until they got a tip. Ultron had teamed up with Wanda Maximoff and her twin brother Pietro and were going to make a deal with an old weapons supplier of Tonyâs. The rumor was that he had just come into a large stock of vibranium that Ultron wanted to get his hands on.
Pale yellow streams of light poked through the window when (Y/N) woke up. It was the morning of the raid. Silently, she climbed out of bed and suited up. She wore a dark blue leather coat that had leopard print on the inside-- courtesy of Stark. She also wore a blue leather top, black leather pants and boots, and her hair was done in a simple french braid down her back.
She crept into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, like normal. On a regular day, sheâd wake up before dawn and go for a run with Steve. Sometimes they raced each other, sometimes they just walked and talked. But last night, sheâd barely gotten any sleep, and she had a feeling Steve would skip the run, too.
After she sat at the bar with her mug, Steve walked in, fiddling with one of his gloves. He was in full Captain gear, and the sight of him made (Y/N)âs heart flutter. He always looked handsome, but his uniform and cropped golden hair along with his gorgeous face and eyes always made heat rush to her cheeks. He was just as handsome as he was good and kind. She definitely didnât deserve him.
Steve wordlessly made his own cup and sat next to her. His thumbs traced the sides of his mug. âYou look tired.â
âThanks,â (Y/N) muttered. She rubbed her temples. âJust didnât sleep well.â
âYou havenât been sleeping well since Ultron attacked.â Steve peered at her with his signature mom expression. âYouâve been having nightmares again, havenât you?â
(Y/N) stiffened and met his gaze. âNat told you?â
Steve shook his head. âLast night I couldnât sleep so I went for a run in the stairwell. When I reached your floor I heard screaming so I went to check on you, but Nat came out and stopped me. She told me you were okay and to just leave it.â
(Y/N) was quiet for a second. She felt a little guilty for thinking Nat would betray her. Steve covered her hand with his. âYou know you can talk to me, right? I may not have gone through what you and Clint did during 2012, but Iâve seen my fair share of horrors.â
âYou havenât done what Iâve done, Steve,â she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Before she joined the Avengers, (Y/N) worked closely with Clint and Natasha at S.H.I.E.L.D. She was the only enhanced agent, and everyone fought to keep that a secret. Then, Loki arrived. He turned his scepter on her and Clint, forcing them under the control of the mind stone. It was then that Loki came to notice (Y/N)âs strength and agility. He used her as his prized second in command and ruthless assassin. A lot of the human lives lost in Stuttgart, on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet, and during the Battle of New York were because of her.
Steve sighed. â(Y/N), whatâs it gonna take for you to forgive yourself? You were under mind control.â
She shook her head. âSo was Loki, but everyone blames him.â She interlaced her fingers with his. âControlled or not, I have the blood of innocents on my hands.â
For a moment, she imagined what it would be like to tell him about the accident, to share the overwhelming amount of guilt of murdering innocent people in 2012. Would he still be here, holding her hand? Or would he hate her as much as she hated herself? No. She couldnât tell him. Not till she was ready.
Steve said nothing, just kept holding her hand. He changed the subject, much to her relief. âAre your nightmares about Ultron?â
âSometimes.â (Y/N) took a sip of her coffee. âI donât wanna face that Maximoff girl. You heard what she did to Tony.â The thought of someone infiltrating her mind again made her want to throw up.
âI wonât let her near you,â Steve said firmly. He gently placed his index finger under her chin and turned her face toward his. âDo you hear me? Iâll keep you safe, sweetheart.â
She smiled softly, transfixed by his baby blue eyes. His gaze flicked to her lips, and for a split second, he leaned forwardâ
âLady (Y/N), are there any Strawberry Pop-Tarts left in the cabinet?â Thor called, trudging into the kitchen in full Asgardian armor.
Looking away from Steve, (Y/N) couldnât ignore the disappointment washing over her. âShould still be a box on the top shelf, Thunder.â She let go of Steveâs hand, but she didnât see that he looked crestfallen at the missed opportunity, too.
An hour later, they were all assembled on the Quinjet and headed toward the African coast. Everyone was pretty solemn during the trek, the silence only being broken by Thorâs ramblings and Tonyâs jokes. But even the God of Thunder and the sass master himself were more grim than normal.
As they snuck into the salvage yard and the hatch of the Quinjet opened, (Y/N) exchanged a look with Steve. He reached for her hand, squeezed it once, and let go. She didnât need to hear him speak to know he was telling her heâs got her back.
They ran into the building, finding the discarded bodies of workers all along the floor. Tony in his Iron Man suit led the way, followed by (Y/N), Steve, Thor, Clint, and Natasha. Bruce hung back on the Quinjet-- they didnât need The Big Guy just yet.
They all split up inside the salvage yard just as Ultron yelled, âDonât compare me with Stark, heâs a sickness!â He had forged a new suit for himself. The robot was now about seven feet tall with red eyes and a shiny metal body. His back was turned to them.
âAww, Junior,â Tony called, his voice filtered through the Iron Man helmet. âYouâre gonna break your old manâs heart.â He landed down with a clunk on the metal bridge, facing his creation. Thor and Steve were behind him. Natasha and Clint were sneaking in from the sides, and (Y/N) was coming in from the back. Their goal was to box the enemy in.
Ultron turned to face them, flanked by Wanda and Pietro. (Y/N) allowed herself a brief moment of wariness before putting her game face on. She was armed with batons about the length of her arm, coincidentally made of vibranium.
âIf I have to,â Ultron drawled, his voice powerful and menacing.
âNo one has to break anything,â Thor warned.
Ultron and the Maximoffs approached until they were a few feet away from the three Avengers. âClearly, youâve never made an omelet.â
Tony tilted his head. âHe beat me by one second.â
(Y/N) shook her head at his almost proud comment. She delicately ducked behind the door behind the Maximoffs and Ultron, peering out at them.
âAh, so this is funny⌠Mr. Stark,â Pietro remarked, his Sokovian accent thick. âItâs, what⌠comfortable?â He glanced down at the missiles and other weapons. âLike old times?â
âThis was never my life.â Tony sounded much more serious now.
Steve took a step forward, his eyes on the twins. âYou two can still walk away from this.â
Wanda cocked her head. âOh, we will.â
Steve didnât back down. âI know youâve suffered.â Theyâd heard about the twins losing their parents and nearly dying themselves in the process.
âAh⌠Captain America.â Ultron gazed at Steve condescendingly. âGodâs righteous man.â
At that, (Y/N) flinched. Ultron had called him that in her nightmare. However, when she saw Steveâs familiar haunted look appear, her fear turned into anger. She withdrew one of her staffs from its sheath.
âPretending you could live without a war,â Ultron continued. âI canât physically throw up in my mouth, but-â
âIf you believe in peace, then let us keep it,â Thor cut him off.
Ultron took a step closer. âI think youâre confusing peace with quiet.â
Tony was over it. âYuh-huh. Whatâs the vibranium for?â
âIâm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan,â Ultron drawled.
Suddenly, he pulled his metal fist back and the energy sucked Tony forward. Ultron blasted him back against the wall and everyone sprung into action.
Tony and Ultron went head to head as suits-- clearly designed by Ultron-- came pouring out of a doorway. Pietro was a blur as he went around, trying to attack the Avengers. His sister was more successful and managed to blast Steve back.
(Y/N) launched out from the doorway and used her strength and one of her batons to knock the head of a suit clean off its body. She leaped over the railing and landed on the bottom floor. A small grin worked its way onto her face as two suits came down to meet her, tall and strong.
She swept the legs out from under one and started to attack the other, but it dodged her heavy blow. She was grabbed by it but twisted her body, ran along the side of a crate, and flipped up and over the suit, tearing its head off.
Meanwhile, Natasha and Clint took down a lot of the weapons dealerâs crew, who were shooting at both the suits and the Avengers. Steve forced Pietro to the ground a little ways away from (Y/N). His eyes flicked over to her, watching her battle Ultronâs minions. Heâd been keeping his eye on her, and he was relieved and proud that she was holding her own. He smiled and went back to fighting.
Then Wanda struck.
It was Thor who went down first. A quick tendril of magic infiltrated his mind and turned his eyes red.
âThor! Status!â Steve barked.
Nothing. He saw Thor falter and freeze in place on the second level as if he was frozen in time.
Immediately, he knew it was Wanda. He spun around, eyes wide and filled with worry. Before he could warn his girl, he was knocked backward by Pietro and witnessed his worst fear with a flick of Wandaâs wrist.
(Y/N) had no idea what was happening. She was easily taking down suit after suit, barely breaking a sweat. She heard static crackling in her earpiece but figured that was just a result of everyoneâs efforts.
She was about to deliver a fatal blow to the largest of Ultronâs creations when it spoke. âWere you this talented of a fighter at seventeen, Agent (L/N)?â
(Y/N) froze in her tracks, her baton raised over her head. The suit climbed back onto its feet, its eerie eyes peering straight at her. When it spoke again, its voice bore a significant resemblance to that of Ultronâs. She felt like he was directly talking to her.
âThat was your first kill.â It wasnât a question⌠the suit knew. Ultron had examined her file.
(Y/N) swung at the suit, but her nerves made her sloppy. The suit grabbed her baton, locking her in place. âDid you enjoy your first kill as much as you enjoyed taking the lives you took in the Battle of New York?â
With a shriek, (Y/N) twisted her wrist and tore the baton free. She attacked the suit with both batons, her viciousness masking her vulnerable state of mind. When sheâd backed the suit into a corner, she finally let up on her onslaught, panting. âI didnât enjoy it. I didnât enjoy it then, and I didnât enjoy it in 2012. Iâm not a killer. I was under mind control.â
âNot the first time. You became a murderer of your own accord.â The suit stood again, looming over her.
âStop it.â (Y/N) shook her head violently.
The suit took a step forward. âHow did it feel, watching his life slip away? How did it feel, realizing that you took a life and it was all for nothing?â
(Y/N)âs hands tightened around her batons, trembling. âStop it.â
The suit was relentless. âHow did it feel to be completely and utterly alone?â
âI SAID STOP!â (Y/N) screamed and lunged, but she never reached the suit. A flash of red was all she saw and then the room shifted.
She stumbled and dropped her batons, trying to grasp onto a crate, but she grasped onto a railing instead. It didnât feel metallic; it was sleek and smooth. She turned her head and realized she was gripping a wooden railing.
She looked up, expecting to see the metal landing and the rest of her friends in the midst of battle. Instead, she saw a carpeted staircase with walls on either side.
Instantly, she felt cold, like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on her head. She was back home, back in the memory that haunted her sleep without relief.
She could hear the thumps from where she stood, tears already springing to her eyes. âNo. No,â she choked out and sprinted up the stairs.
Even though she already knew what she would find at the top of the stairs, she still screamed. There was her dad, hovering over her baby brother, beating him bloody. It was obvious that Bobby was having trouble breathing. He was practically lying in a pool of blood.
Dad hated both (Y/N) and Bobby, but once (Y/N) got her powers, he couldnât take out his aggression on her like when her mom was alive. Instead, he turned his attention to Bobby.
âStop, youâre gonna kill him!â (Y/N) screamed, echoing the words she spoke when she was seventeen.
âStay out of this, freak!â Dad roared, giving her a snarl that looked like a dog baring its teeth.
As if on autopilot, (Y/N) gripped onto his shoulders and ripped him away from Bobby. Unlike how it happened all those years ago, she was forced to watch his stumble in slow motion. She stood with her jaw dropped as he tumbled down the stairs and straight into the wall, his head colliding with the plaster so hard that a loud crack split the air. Blood seeped out of the wound, and he lay perfectly still. He was dead.
(Y/N) stared at her hands in revulsion. But tears began to fall when she realized what would happen next.
She whirled around and knelt next to her baby brother, whose chest was heaving and shuddering. This. This was what she saw almost every night, the image that never seemed to escape her. âHey, hey, Bobby, please. Please. Stay alive. Please, donât go. Donât leave me alone!â
Bobbyâs innocent eyes met hers briefly before closing. His chest rose once more, but it did not fall. He, too, was still.
âNO!â (Y/N) screamed, scrabbling at his body.
Bobbyâs body disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and (Y/N) covered her face with her hands as she cried. She was too late to save him. She tried, but in doing so she killed her dad. He was a menace, but sheâd never wanted to hurt him. She never wanted to hurt anybody.
But the nightmare was far from over.
â(Y/N)?â A familiar voice spoke. However, instead of the normal softness and affection in his voice, this time his tone was laced with disapproval and disgust.
(Y/N) leaped to her feet and turned around, wiping her eyes. Steve stood there, his helmet off. Behind him was Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Bruce. They all looked horrified and furious.
âYou just killed your dad,â Bruce said in a hushed voice.
(Y/N)âs hands began to shake. âI didnât mean to. It was an accident. I-I just-â
âNo, no, no, you donât get to justify what we just saw,â Tony snapped, holding up his finger.
Tears burned (Y/N)âs eyes. âI was a kid. My powers werenât under control yet! You have to believe me!â
Natasha and Clint looked disappointed. The former Red Room assassin shook her head in disbelief. âI was trained to become a killer. You became one on your own.â
âI didnât mean to kill him.â (Y/N) couldnât stop the stream of tears as they steadily dripped down her cheeks. âI was just trying to save my brother.â
âAnd howâd that work out for you?â Clint scoffed. âHow many more dads did you kill in 2012? No wonder Loki chose you-- youâre wicked, just like him.â
(Y/N) couldnât breathe. She clutched her ribs, desperately forcing air into her lungs. âIt wasnât my fault. It wasnât my fault. Guys, please.â She looked at the people she saw as her siblings. âClint? Nat?â Theyâd said they understood about 2012⌠but they were looking at her with pure venom.
One by one, her team turned their backs to her and walked away, disappearing into vapor. The only one who remained was Steve, whose head was lowered.
âStevie?â (Y/N) tentatively approached him, reaching for his hand.
He ripped it away like sheâd burned him and she recoiled. Steve fixed her with a cruel glare. âNow I know why you refused to pick up Thorâs hammer. Youâre not worthy, and this is why.â
(Y/N) felt her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. âSteve-â
âI thought the world of you. I wanted the best for you. I wanted a future with you.â Steveâs voice was low and dark. âNow⌠I donât want anything to do with you.â
A sob escaped her lips before she could stop it and she fell to her knees. âStevie, please!â She grabbed his hand and he pulled it away, walking away from her.
âStevie, please, come back!â (Y/N) begged and pleaded, but she received no response.
Convulsing with sobs, she curled up on the floor, crying her heart out. Her worst fears had just been realized. The Avengers hated her as much as she hated herself for what she did, and Steve, her Captain⌠he hated her, too.
âIt wasnât my fault, it wasnât my fault,â she whispered brokenly, wishing she could turn back time and reverse everything. âIt wasnât my fault.â
And thatâs how Steve, the real Steve, found her.
When his vision cleared, he hauled himself up. Clint gave him the status report that he took Wanda out of the running, at least temporarily, and the archer went to look for Natasha.
Steveâs mouth went dry. Where was his girl? He reached for his earpiece, ready to command her to tell him where she was, when he heard it. The sobs.
He ran faster than he ever had in his life. It took him only a second to find her, curled up on the floor and crying.
He fell to his knees beside her, tearing off his helmet and setting down his shield. â(Y/N)... hey, hey, hey.â His hands fidgeted, longing to touch her but afraid of how sheâd react. âSweetheart, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.â
(Y/N) obeyed him, but her mind was still trapped in another world. Her eyes darted lazily around, the flow of tears never ending. She met his gaze and he flinched when he saw the raw brokenness in their depths. âIt wasnât my fault... it wasnât my fault.â
Steve frowned and this time, he touched her. He ran his fingers through her hair, which had fallen out of its neat french braid. âWhatâs not your fault, sweetheart?â
âPlease, you have to believe me,â she cried. âIt wasnât my fault, Stevie. You have to believe me. You have to believe me.â
âHey, hey, shh. Itâs okay. I believe you.â Steveâs tone was soft and gentle as he cooed to her, trying to calm her down. Frankly, he was freaked out, too, by her state and what he saw in his own vision. And he was angry. Heâd been complacent. He promised her he would keep her safe, that he wouldnât let Wanda infiltrate her mind. But he was careless, and now his girl was a wreck.
(Y/N) locked eyes with Steve, a bit of hope returning to her (e/c) depths. âIt wasnât my fault.â
âIt wasnât your fault,â Steve confirmed, forcing a smile.
Clintâs voice comes in on the earpiece. âAll the tin men are down, but the Maximoffs are gone. So is Ultron. Tony said the Big Guy escaped and heâs fetching him. I think we need to head back to the jet. Tashaâs in bad shape.â
Steve pressed his own earpiece, looking down at the sweet girl who was crying silently next to him. âSo is (Y/N). Weâll meet you at the jet.â
He placed his shield on his back and gathered (Y/N)âs weapons, placing them in his belt loops. He gently worked his arm into the crook of her knees and wrapped his other arm around her back. He stood, cradling her in his arms. âCâmon, sweetheart. Letâs get outta here.â
She curled into him, and even though her tears had stopped flowing, she was still looking around blankly, like her mind was still adrift.
He carried her out of the warehouse, through the salvage yard, and onto the Quinjet. Natasha was slumped in a corner, pale and trembling. Thor looked tense and bewildered. Clint was unaffected vision-wise, but he was pacing the floor of the jet and scratching his head.
When Steve entered the jet, Clint turned and stiffened. âOh, shit.â
Steve ignored his comment, clueing the archer into how worried Steve was. He followed closely as Steve sat down on one of the seats, arranging (Y/N) so she lay comfortably across the seats with her head in his lap.
âWhat did she see?â Clint asked quietly.
Steve shook his head, his eyes trained on (Y/N)âs face. His fingers gently combed through her hair, and his other hand traced light designs on her hand. âI donât know. She wasnât making much sense. She kept saying something wasnât her fault. Iâve never seen her like this.â
Clintâs gaze was soft as he looked at her. âI was with her when Lokiâs spell lifted. She barely spoke after.â He glanced at Steve. âActually, it was you who got through to her. You got her to talk again. What Lokiâs magic made her do⌠it damaged her. Being mind-controlled once is no joke, but twice?â He sighed. âPoor kid.â He stood and walked over to the pilotâs seat.
Steveâs heart was heavy, but at the same time filled with warmth. Had he really been the one to help (Y/N) come back to herself after 2012? As he gazed down at her, he decided it would be his job to bring her back this time, too.
So he kept stroking her hair, whispering to her. â(Y/N). Come back to me, sweetheart. Itâs me, Stevie. If anyone can fight back against the power of that vision, itâs you. Youâre strong, so strong. Stronger than all of us. Iâm here. Your familyâs all here. Just come back. Iâve got you, and Iâm never letting you go. I promise. Youâre safe with me.â
Though (Y/N) didnât respond, her eyes flicked to meet his gaze and he couldâve sworn he saw a sparkle of recognition return to her eyes. Encouraged, Steve kept talking.
He lost himself in his quiet affirmations and gentle words to her, so much so that he didnât notice Thor, Clint, and even Natasha watching. Thor and Clint smiled slightly, and Natasha, as shaken as she was, felt emotional watching the tender display. It was really obvious to everyone except Steve and (Y/N) that they had fallen for each other.
The three of them were so moved that when Tony and Bruce returned, Clint went out to meet them and warned them to keep their voices down and not make any comments-- with that bit being directed at Tony-- about what they were about to see.
All Tony said when they walked onto the jet and saw Steve with (Y/N) cradled on his lap was a grumbled, âFinally.â
***
They decided that it was too dangerous to return to the Tower. Ultron was everywhere, and after the whole Hulk incident they needed to lie low. Clint guided the jet toward a location he refused to tell the others about, and spoke quietly with Tony. They were the only two who hadnât been hit with a vision at the salvage yard.
Thor was acting a little gruffer than normal, Natasha was quiet, and Bruce was weary, but the one they were really worried about was (Y/N). For the entirety of the Quinjet ride, her head rested on Steveâs thigh as she slowly came back to reality. It was Steveâs gentle touches and grounding words that eventually brought her back. But even then, she was uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn.
âWeâre almost there, sweetheart,â Steve whispered. âJust keep your eyes on me. Donât slip back into your head.â
She nodded once, her face lined with sadness and a hint of fear. It made Steveâs heart ache. He kept his blue eyes locked with her (e/c) ones. âDo you remember Clint and Natasha? Theyâre like your brother and sister. Weâre your family. Youâre safe with us.â
He kept having to repeat these statements in order to keep her present. He did so without complaint and with a heart full of affection and concern for his girl.
At the mention of Clint and Natasha, the fear grew on her face and Steve moved his hand from her hair to her face. He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears. âWeâre not gonna hurt you. We all love you. I-â He swallowed. â⌠care about you so much, (Y/N). Youâre safe with us, okay?â
âOkay, Stevie.â Her voice was small and quiet, reminding Steve of his mom after getting her ass handed to her by his dad. He hated it, and wanted nothing more for (Y/N)âs smile to return. So, he kept forcing a smile for her sake and continued anchoring her with his words and touches.
After a few hours, Clint landed the jet next to a farmhouse. Steve stood and held out his hands to (Y/N). âCan you stand for me, pretty girl?â
She nodded shakily and stood, taking his hands. He wrapped his arm around her protectively. The other Avengers watched with a mixture of worry and awe on their faces.
He and (Y/N) trailed behind as Clint helped Natasha walk and led Bruce, Tony, and Thor inside the house. When Clintâs pregnant wife appeared, who the Avengers had no idea about (except for Natasha), they all were stunned. Laura and Natasha caught up and Clint introduced them all to his kids and explained why he kept their location a secret.
(Y/N) tried to smile and hesitantly shook Lauraâs hand. The yelling of the kids and the chatter of the others made her tense up. Steve rubbed her arms and made eye-contact with Clint.
Having seen (Y/N) go through something like this once before, Clint strode over to them and kept his voice low. âTashaâs gonna sleep with Laura. Me, Tony, Thor, and Bruce will sleep in the living room. You two can take the guest room.â
(Y/N) was too in her head to fully process what he said, but Steveâs eyes widened. He opened his mouth to question why he and (Y/N) should share a room and protest that it wasnât appropriate, but Clint rolled his eyes. âJust take the damn room. Go. Youâll thank me later.â
Wordlessly, Steve took (Y/N)âs hand and-- after hearing Clintâs directions-- guided her upstairs. He entered a small but quaint room and shut the door. (Y/N) silently sat on the bed, her eyes on her hands.
Steve exhaled deeply. He walked to her and crouched in front of her, taking her hands in his. She met his gaze, her expression clouded. Steve squeezed her hands lightly. âTalk to me, sweetheart. What did you see? I want to help you.â
âYou wonât once I tell you,â she whispered, tears pricking her eyes.
Steveâs tone was gentle but firm. âTry me.â
(Y/N) took a shaky breath. âDid⌠did I ever tell you how young I was when I joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?â
Steve frowned, concentrating. âYou said you were seventeen. You were one of their youngest recruits.â
(Y/N)âs hands fidgeted in his grip. âDid I say why I joined?â
âYou said you didnât want to go to college, that you wanted to work there to honor your mother.â Steve sounded puzzled.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek. âThat-that was-um⌠it wasnât the whole truth.â
Steve looked at her encouragingly, and that just made it harder for (Y/N). She swallowed. âAfter I-uh⌠after I got my powers and my mom died, my dad⌠he became more violent. He was violent before, but losing Mom just⌠it just made him snap. He knew he couldnât hurt me anymore, so he started taking it out on my baby brother. He was only twelve.â
âGo on.â Steveâs eyes were narrowed, but he made an effort to keep his voice soft.
The stinging tears made it difficult for her to see. âOne-one day I heard my dad beating my brother, and when I found them, my brother was barely breathing. I yelled at my dad to stop, but he wouldnât listen.â Tears trickled down her cheeks, one by one, and Steve let go of one of her hands to brush them away. âI eventually grabbed his shirt and shoved him away, but⌠but I-I shoved him toward the stairs.â
Steve closed his eyes and (Y/N) shook her head. âI couldnât revive him. The fall killed him. I killed him.â
Steveâs eyes opened and he stared at her. â(Y/N), that was an accident. You didnât kill him.â
âStevie, I was too strong for him,â (Y/N) cried. âI shouldâve-â
âStop, stop, stop.â Steve cupped her face. âSweetheart, you were a kid. Your powers werenât under control yet. You didnât mean to hurt your dad; you were just trying to save your brother.â And that monster doesnât deserve your guilt and shame, he added silently.
(Y/N) sobbed once and Steve moved to sit next to her, pulling her onto his lap and encasing her in his arms. She cried into his shirt, staining it with her tears.
They sat like that for a minute, and he quietly shushed her and whispered words of reassurance. Once her sobs had died down, she pulled back a bit to look at him. âYou⌠you believe me?â
âOf course I do.â His tone was matter-of-fact. Steve cupped her face again. âWhat happened to your brother?â
(Y/N) shuddered. âHe broke a rib and it punctured his lung. I tried to give him CPR⌠but he was already gone. Heâd lost too much blood.â The streams of tears continued to pour down her cheeks. âHe was twelve, Stevie.â
Steveâs soul hurt for her, for that little boy heâd never gotten the chance to meet. He gently wiped her tears with his thumbs and kissed her forehead before pressing against it with his own. âIâm so sorry.â
(Y/N)âs small hands grasped onto his wrists as if they were her lifeline. âAfter that, I found Fury. Heâs the only one who knows the whole story⌠other than you.â Her tone wobbled. âI asked him to lock me up. He gave me a job instead. He took a chance on me.â
Steve pulled her to him and his nose brushed her ear as (Y/N) continued to shake. âIâd managed to redeem myself in my mind. But then 2012 happened. When I realized what Iâd done, what Iâd been made to do⌠I was back in that house, with blood on my hands.â She gave a broken laugh. âItâs ironic, really. The girl with super-human strength and agility is weak in the head. She breaks everything she touches. She makes a fucking mess wherever she goes.â
âStop, stop,â Steve pleaded, pulling back. âYouâre strong, (Y/N). So strong. Youâre stronger than me, thatâs for damn sure, both mentally and in your heart. You donât break everything you touch; you bring light to the darkest places. You gave a lost super-soldier a reason to smile again, inspired him to be the best hero he could be, which would never be half as good as you. When you make a mess, you own up to it. But youâve never once willingly put someone in harmâs way. Youâve never once willingly allowed an innocent person to suffer. You love everyone around you with your whole heart.â Steveâs own eyes were brimming with tears now. âEveryone but yourself.â
(Y/N) stared at him. Steve took her hands in his and pressed kiss after kiss to her hands. âYouâre a good person. It hurts me to hear you talk like youâre not.â He made eye-contact with her. âI have a feeling I know what you saw in that vision. You saw your dad and brother dying, right?â
âThatâs⌠thatâs not all.â Dare she speak the cursed words aloud? If she did⌠would that make it real? She covered her mouth briefly, looking anywhere but Steve. âYou and the others hated me for what I did. You looked at me with pure disappointment. You-you told me⌠you told me that-that you didnât want anything to do with me anymore.â
If it was even possible, Steveâs heart broke even further. âOh, sweetheart.â He lifted her chin with his index finger, gently forcing her to look at him. A tear rolled down his cheek. âI could never hate you for what happened. Neither could the others. Iâm sure if they found out, theyâd all feel nothing but compassion for you. What happened? It wasnât your fault. Weâd never blame you. We all love you.â He moved his hand up to run the backs of his fingers against her cheekbone. She unconsciously leaned into his touch. Steveâs tone held sincerity when he said, âI love you.â
(Y/N)âs breath got caught in her throat. The flow of tears slowed, and Steve noticed. A small, watery smile tugged at his lips. âI love you, sweetheart. Have for a while now.â He shook his head. âAnd you donât have to say it backââ
(Y/N) cut him off with a gentle whisper. âBut I want to.â She wiped her cheeks and moved to cup his handsome face in her little hands. âI love you, Stevie.â
Steve gazed at her with softness and adoration. He leaned forward and kissed her chastely. The kiss was delicate, but for both of them it felt as if sparks were flying. When he pulled away, (Y/N) pouted and Steve laughed. He rubbed his nose against hers. âTrust me, sweetheart, when youâre feeling better, Iâll give you all the kisses you want. But I donât wanna take advantage.â
(Y/N)âs heart fluttered. Whether it was because he was from the 40s, or because he was just a true gentleman, he was the most considerate man sheâd ever met.
She scrubbed her face, stifling a yawn as she did so. Steve noticed. âI think someoneâs tired. Lie down.â
She could hear a tiny bit of his Captain voice as he spoke, and that made her smile. She was exhausted, it was true. Barely sleeping for the past couple weeks on top of the emotional baggage of today was more than draining.
She climbed under the covers of the queen-sized bed, and before she could ask Steve to stay, he shuffled over to her. âScoot over, big guy coming through.â
(Y/N) laughed softly and did as he asked. Pretty soon, her back was against his chest and his big arms were encircled around her. He sighed, content.
She felt herself falling asleep already, but curiosity nagged at her. âWhat did you see in your vision?â
Steve sighed again, but this time, she could practically hear the resignation in it. âI saw myself going back to the 40s and dancing with Peggy.â
A bolt of jealousy and unease struck her. âWhy did Wanda show you that?â
Steve buried his face in her hair, lightly brushing his lips against her ear and making her shiver. âBecause she wanted to show us all our biggest fear.â
The unease faded to confusion. âWhy was dancing with Peggy your biggest fear?â
âBecause she wasnât you,â Steve said simply. She felt his embrace get a little tighter. âI still care deeply for Peggy, and I try to visit her as much as I can, but I stopped dreaming about a life where I had been with her once I realized my dreams were now about you. I stopped loving her the minute I fell in love with you. Dancing with her⌠it was a picture of the life I donât want anymore. It was empty and lifeless because you were gone. Youâre my best girl.â
Tears sprung to (Y/N)âs eyes once more. He seemed to sense this and moved his lips from her ear to her temple. He kissed her hair and brushed his nose along her cheekbone. âLetâs go to sleep.â
(Y/N) nodded, and when she spoke she was half teasing, half serious. âDream of me?â
Steve chuckled. âAlways, pretty girl.â
They fell asleep minutes later, the super-soldier holding his girl securely to his chest. They didnât hear the door open a crack, nor did they see Natasha peek her head in.
She smiled softly when she saw them and shut the door. She turned to face Tony, Clint, Thor, and Bruce, who all eagerly awaited the report.
âThey fell asleep cuddling in the bed.â Natasha grinned at Clint. âThey finally exchanged their âI love youâs.
Clint had a huge smile on his face, and he turned to Tony and held out his hand. Tony grumbled and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. âYou rigged it by giving them the same room.â
âHey, I did that so he could comfort her in private.â Clint smirked and pocketed the money. âThem finally admitting their feelings was just an added bonus.â
Bruce glanced at Tony. âSo if Clint betted theyâd admit their feelings, what did you bet?â
âThat the Leopard and Capsicle would break the bed,â Tony muttered nonchalantly.
Natasha thumped him and Bruce facepalmed himself. Thor beamed. âNo, no. The Captain is far too chivalrous for that. The courting ritual back in Asgard--â
âWe can hear you guys,â Steve called, his tone a mixture of tiredness and amusement.
Natasha grabbed the boys and shoved them away from the door. She apologized to Steve and (Y/N) and walked away, muttering, âI swear, men are idiots.â
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