#lewis tan imagine

[thatchampagnebitch]

Asking for a friend…who is gonna start the sensei wolf fics? I need to be fed!!

[vordenburg]

Christina Chong supporting the cast Lewis Tan as Manu Noonien-Singh agenda. She’s a real one. 🖖🏻

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Youthfully Felt - Part Three (Gaius Chau x OC)

Summary: Song's dreams finally come true - Gaius comes back for her.

Pairing: Gaius Chau x OFC (Song Page)

A/N: this has been in my drafts forever with the intent of writing more/writing more chapters to this...but i think it's a good ending as is. the rest can be up to you.

Word Count: 1021

Warnings: blood mention, fighting mention, yearning and love reunited

ONE | TWO | THREE

There was chaos and fighting brewing just outside the infirmary doors. There was no one inside except for the Healer who was forbidden to leave. A kind, gentle woman who had lost everything but still smiled at the patients that walked through her door. But even now, when she could only assume that the guard usually posted at the infirmary door was either dead or fighting, she couldn’t bring herself to walk through that door. 

What if the noises outside were just some raucous party that the Chaus occasionally threw? And she opened the door and got her head chopped off by the Clipper outside? Oh, but she knew that wasn’t true. Parties usually didn’t involve the clanging of swords or the screams of the dying. 

Eighteen months she had been trapped inside the infirmary. Eighteen months of Cogs sent inside for minor injuries or coughs with news of the world tucked into their pockets. War had broken out over the Badlands. A travelling messiah who preached of a new Azra roamed. Now Chau was the only Baron standing between the Widow and having total control of the Badlands and the war’s end. She had even been told of rumors, about a month ago, that Gaius had been set free to assassinate this Widow but had defected to her side in order to gain his freedom.

Song wanted that to be true more than anything else. That Gaius was no longer in chains but free and happy. For so long, her heart ached any time she thought of him. Locked in that deep, dark cell. But now, it hurt just a bit less to know that he may have been out there somewhere. Fighting for a cause he believed in. 

Some of the Cogs asked her, “Doesn’t it hurt that he left you imprisoned here?” 

She would always tell them no. For she held out hope that he would come back for her one day. Yes, some days she would doubt. But then she would think of him tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and asking where has my Song’s hope gone? 

In the store room, she shakily rearranged the medicinal herbs. Trying to ignore the crashes and screams from outside, still locked inside out of fear. Outside the window, she caught the distant forest of the farthest corner of White Bone’s grounds. These days, she tried not to look out the windows too much. For they filled her with such a deep, painful longing. To feel the breeze through her hair, the sun on her skin, the smell of the freshly cut grass of the grounds, to go to that gentle stream that always provided her with such comfort. 

The door came open with it’s usual creak. 

Spinning around, she expected to see the Clipper posted at her door checking to make sure she was still there. But instead, it was about the last person she expected to walk in. 

“Gaius,” she whispered. 

He looked beautiful. A little banged up, maybe. But still beautiful. He was wearing a purple velvet jacket and his hair was mussed. Blood was splattered on his face. She couldn’t tell if it was his or not. Last time she saw that face, it was swollen with bruises and he could barely speak. But now he was standing before her, after all this time. Wearing fresh clothes, breathing, alive, well. 

Her throat was closing in on itself as he moved closer to her. He looked just as shocked by her as she was by him. She could see his eyes gloss over with tears just as her vision began to cloud with her own. 

Was this real? Was this really happening? She had dreamed of this for so long. It was the only comfort she could find in those months of solitude. Thinking of the day when Gaius would storm into the infirmary and take her away from here. But after many days and nights of solitude and misery, these visions continued to bring her hope but they also brought her to tears. In the end, the dream where Gaius came back for her and they escaped the Badlands was the only companion she had left. 

But now he was there, standing before her. Inching ever closer with a breathless smile. Had she fallen into some sort of fever induced hallucination? She couldn’t remember having any symptoms that morning. She touched a quick hand to her forehead and felt only the heat of her ever growing flush. 

He was so close now. If this truly was a dream, she didn’t want him to come any closer. Fearing what would happen if she fully fell into this. She put out her hand to stop him. Her palm flat against his chest. She let out a gasp. 

Solid. Warm. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. 

“This is real?” she asked quietly, staring at her hand as she continued to feel him. 

Then he placed his hand over her own. She had forgotten just how big they were. Like the moon eclipsing the sun. He took hold of her hand and put it to his bloodied cheek, forcing her eyes to follow until they met his own. 

“This is real, my Song.” His voice was gruff and quiet. 

“Oh — “ Her tears finally fell as she sunk into the feeling. “Oh.” 

This was real. It felt like her body was buzzing with the flight of hundreds of bees. Like her heart was about to leap from her mouth. Like she could run ten miles or pass out completely. 

Instead of all that, she jumped at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as tight as possible. Gaius laughed as he put his arms around her waist, drawing her in and holding her flush against him. 

Like in so many of those dreams, they stayed that way for a long time. Holding one another, crying, laughing, taking in new details on one another. They didn’t even say a word to each other. Only this time, this was no dream — it was real.

[moonlight-records]

Hole in one | LH44 & LN4

pairing: LH44 x Reader x LN4

summary: your boyfriends want to go golfing on a rarely non-busy day but your mind has other ideas seeing how hot your boyfriends are. luckily, you're not the only one who thinks golfing isn't the only hole in one today--

warning: age gap between lewis & partners, semi-threesome, dom/sub dynamics, mention of eating out, mention of sex, mention of overstimulation, semi-free use(?), cockwarming, blowjob, semi-public exhibitionism (aka car sex), mmf threesome sorta???, edging, facial, mention of medication.

fc: none!

a/n: I KNOW THE TITLE IS CHEESY. DOES IT MAKE SENSE?? IDK AND IDC. It's late and i used my brain power for the smut--don't look at me

wc: 4.1K

God, you were certain you were going to go straight to hell. Poor boys just wanted a nice bonding day and you were imagining their hands helping you get out of this golfing outfit.

The thought crossed your mind glancing between the two Brits who were currently standing by the golf tee happily talking while you looked between the two trying to figure out which one you wanted to take first.

First, Lando was in those black golf shorts and that stupid black wife beater. You had so much to look at that you didn’t where you wanted to focus on first. Between the vein that pops out of his neck when he swings to his hands that gripped the gold club the way you wish he would grip your hair to his muscles just on full display along with a gorgeous tan that would look so much better with marks from you. Your eyes kept linger up to that curly mullet he had just gotten and you wet your lips because damn it. That mullet was just coaxing you to run your fingers through and grab and yank. Maybe you could get a hold of that chain and—

There was some laughter as a darker male nudged Lando with his shoulder. Lewis was the polar opposite of Lando.

While Lando looked like he had just rolled out of bed ten minutes before his ride came, Lewis was dressed like he was always on the golf course. A cream (you think it’s cream anyway) woven short sleeve polo and green golfing pants. The pants fit Lewis in a way that you could clearly see a little bit more than typically bargained before. You learned that the hard way by hole 3 when you realized Lewis did not have his hands in his pocket and now at hole 11, you were disrespectfully staring at any chance you got. When you couldn’t, you took to staring at all the different tattoos that you could see on his arms and watching his muscles. What you wouldn’t give for those damn tatted biceps putting your head in a headlock.

God, what do people call this duo?

Pairs??

You squint when the rare sunlight is suddenly in your eyes before a figure steps to the side slightly to give you shade. The gentle swipe of a thumb across your bottom lip snaps you back into reality.

“Something distracting you, love?”

Your face flushes almost immediately when Lando speaks to you. You avert your eyes while clearing your throat before letting out a soft noise of surprise when Lando lets his hand slip just underneath your jaw and forces your head up just an inch higher. You look back at him and blink because wow. The guys were right. You really did just need a few touches from either of them to turn into a mess.

“Sweetheart,” Lando murmurs while leaning down, “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“Yeah..”

“You haven’t answered me. You know I don’t like repeating myself but you are just too cute like this so I’ll ask one more time. Is there something distracting you, love?”

“Oh!” You start, “Oh no—not really—” you ramble out and sit up a bit straighter when Lando sits next to you in the golf cart, resting an elbow on the steering wheel as his hand moves back to his chin, swiping his thumb on your lower lip, “just thinking about…things,” you murmur while nodding, more so trying to convince yourself then Lando, “that’s all.”

“What were you thinking about?” He smirks.

You squirm slightly under his gaze while glancing at Lando before letting your gaze drift around. Nobody else was around, which wasn’t a surprise considering you and your boyfriends decided to go golfing only an hour after the rain stopped even though the clouds still hung around, the sun was coming out. At least Lewis was kind enough to tip the workers very well as a thank you. Speaking of, your gaze lands on Lewis who is still by the golf tee, texting someone intensely which means Lewis is distracted.

Glancing back, you’re met with sea green eyes that meet your gaze. There’s a dark fire burning in them that you know screams lustful trouble. You knew better than to give into this temptation. You were in public for christ sake and the last thing you wanted was to get in trouble but you’ve been dying to get your hands on his mullet and it’s right here.

Trouble be damned, you slide closer to Lando, letting a hand make its way around his neck and you start to run your fingers carefully through his curly mullet. You gently scratch his neck as Lando rests his head on your shoulder. You gasp silently when warm lips brush against your neck teasingly. You bite your bottom lip harshly feeling Lando nip at your neck to stay quiet as you press your thighs together. You yank his hair slightly feeling his hand slide between your thighs.

“Lando,” You murmur as a warning trying to close your legs.

“Shhh,” Lando murmurs in your ear. You shiver hearing that stupid smirk in his words as a finger traces the waistband of your skirt on your skin shifting so one of his legs caught yours and forced your legs open for him. You whine softly as his hand starts to slip under the waistband.

You gasp when Lando’s head is yanked back and your eyes flick up to Lewis, standing behind Lando while holding his head back to look up at the older Brit. Lewis is looking down at Lando before his gaze finally makes it over to you and he raises a brow, “what do we have, here?” Lewis asks.

You stare at the older male then at Lando because you have two options. You can either go down with the ship or save yourself. Typically, you’d probably go down with Lando but you were still recovering from two nights ago when you and Lando decided to send Lewis some rather risky photos while he was at the factory. The memory of being being sat in Lewis lap having orgasm after orgasm from Lando, who was on his knee for that entire time eating you out and that was about a good…two hours before Lewis had showed you some mercy by letting you lay on the couch while Lewis had Lando bent over the coffee table an apologizing mess.

“I tried to warn him.” You admit to Lewis.

“Y/N!” Lando manages before he groans slightly when Lewis tugs his hair a bit more while Lewis leans over him, "Sorry,” Lando breaths out.

Lewis shakes his head while looking down at him, “you just love to cause trouble don’t you, you fucking brat,” Lewis smirks at Lando’s feigned innocent smile. He looks at you and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up. “Meanwhile, Y/N over here is being such a little angel for me.”

“She is not,” Lando breathes out, “She was enjoying it more than what she’s leading on.”

Lewis hums softly and thinks it over, “Well, I’m not too sure about that. I did interrupt before anything fun could happen, but.” Lewis leans down, “it seems that out of the two of you, you typically are the one that initiates trouble and y/n has such a pure heart to not let you get punished on your own. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You bit your bottom lip gently while nodding in agreement, “That’s right.”

“See? She’s so kind,” Lewis praises as he leans over to give you a peck, “unlike a certain brat.”

“Well, someone has to keep things lively,” Lando muses, “Besides I never hear either of you complain.”

“You’re right, we don’t complain,” Lewis starts, “we love it very much but sometimes, we just want an easy and I just want you to behave for me. Like today, it was supposed to be an easy day with golfing and cuddling but now I have to punish you for misbehaving.” Lewis shakes his head softly, “what am I going to do with you?” Lewis hums looking between the two of you and grins, “I know exactly what to do.”

It was a miracle that the golf cart made it back to its area in one piece. Even though it only went up to 20 miles per hour Lewis made it feel like it was going much faster with how determined he was to get the three of you off the course after telling Lewis your idea. Lando was growing more excitedly anxious while you sat between the two of them, curious to see what is suppose to happen.Lewis had given you the keys to the Mercedes, telling you and Lando to head over early as he wrapped up and you happily obliged with Lando giving Lewis a mock salute and following.

“Lando,” you start when you two are close to the car when Lando is pressing against your back, kissing his neck. Lando murmurs something into your skin as you tilt your head to give Lando better access as you unlock the car. You get the back door open before you yelp when Lando gives a sharp slap to your ass, whipping around, “Lando!”

“What?” He feigns innocence as he pulls you close by your hips. He lets his hands travel down to your ass to gently rub soothing circles where he slapped before grabbing your ass, “Am I supposed to just stare? Can’t touch it now?”

You giggle softly while wrapping your arms around his neck. You let Lando back you up to the car as you hum softly, “I suppose that wouldn’t be fair.”

Lando grins before leaning down and catching your lips in a kiss. You let a hand find its way back into the mullet as Lando tilts your head, deepening the kiss. You moan softly which gives Lando a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He stumbles you backwards, breaking the kiss to help you into the back seat before climbing in after you. He shuts the door but something stops it and Lando whips his head around to see Lewis holding the door handle. “Oh,” he says breathlessly and laughs, “Lew. Jesus.”

“Sorry,” Lewis chuckles sheepishly, “didn’t have the heart to interrupt the show.”

You giggle softly while scooting over so Lewis could climb in. Once he was in, you comfortably sat back in your corner watching Lewis pull Lando into a searing kiss by the back of his neck. You fanned yourself watching because it should not be as hot as it was watching Lando just crumble under Lewis’ touch slowly but surely. When they finally pulled away to catch their breath, you didn’t even want to join in. You were much happier just sitting in your corner watching Lando turn into a mess as the curly hair driver was now straddling Lewis, kissing and nipping at his neck for more attention.

You lock eyes with Lewis and he just nods his head slightly. You immediately crawl over and Lando lets out a huff when Lewis shifts him to straddle one thigh while you straddle the other. You’re cupping Lewis’ face and kissing him stupid. You pull back before slinking off of Lewis thigh.

You and Lewis work together to get into position. Lewis manages to turn Lando before having him sit in Lewis' lap. While Lewis pulls Lando’s into another kiss, you move yourself to the floor. It’s a bit tighter than you anticipated but you made it work. You glance up, seeing Lando’s with his head back on Lewis shoulder gasping and whining. Lewis was murmuring in his ear while one hand was up Lando’s shirt playing with his nipples while the other was loosely messing with Lando’s belt. He glances down when you gently push Lewis’ hand away from Lando’s belt before undoing it.

You stick your tongue out as you fiddle with the belt while Lando squirms above. You huff before smacking his inner thigh gently causing him to yelp out of shock, “stop moving!” You tell him as you get the belt undone before undoing Lando’s shorts.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You ask.

“Could you do me a big favor?” Lewis asks, “could you go into the glove compartment and grab me the travel lube? Please?”

“Of course!” You take a hot minute to turn so your back is to your boyfriends and lean over the counsel and just get the glove compartment open. You shift to lean a bit more as you dig through, listening to the sound of kisses and soft gasps and whines. “Oh, was someone eager?” You hear Lewis behind you, “Was a good enough boy to at least your butt plug.” You put your lips together tightly as if you were eating a lemon to keep from laughing out loud as Lando just murmurs something before he groans out in pleasure before he tries to quiet himself.

“Found it!” You announce happily as you lean back offering the travel lube to Lewis. The second that it’s out of your hand you’re leaning forward to close the glove compartment while behind you Lewis and Lando shuffled around before Lando . When you turn around, Lando is now sitting in Lewis’ lap. He was panting slightly his back against Lewis chest, shorts and boxers now pulled down, face flushed.

“Ah, there we go,” Lewis purrs while hooking his chin on Lando’s shoulder. You watch Lewis’s hands moving down to stroke Lando’s cock, making you kneel right there as he does so, “You’re very pretty as a brat,” Lewis whispers but besides Lando’s gasps and whines, you can hear Lewis, “but you’re much prettier when you’re like this.” Lando manages out a breathless “Yes sir,” while gripping Lewis’ arm like a lifeline.

Lewis drags his teeth against Lando’s neck, finally biting a mark on his pretty skin (which you’re jealous of since you’ve been wanting to do that all day) but you’re getting more flustered while looking semi-embarrassed, turning as red as Ferrari’s suit and ducking your head. But Lewis is quick to snap his fingers and motions for you to rest his head against Lando's bare thigh while he works. You hesitate but do what is asked with Lewis praising you, "just keep looking here baby. Don't look away from how pretty Lando's being for you,” and Lewis goes back to working Lando up. "See? Look at how well behaved Y/N is? You see what happens when you behave? You get rewarded. We should probably do something to reward her...right?"

You watch Lando swallow a strangle cry probably because the three of you were in a mainly empty parking lot and currently doing—this. You see Lewis use his free hand to slip up Lando’s shirt to grab his chin, forcing the younger Brit to look at him, “Well? Do you think Y/N deserves a reward?” “I—mm yeah,” Lando manages out, “but I thought—”

“Oh trust me. I didn’t forget about you.” Lewis grins and kisses him, “you are going to sit here on my cock so pretty for me while Y/N enjoys her reward and let us just use you how we see fit, is that okay?” Grabbing his jaw a bit harsher, “and the only time you can cum is when I decide. Understood?”

Lando whines but nods. “I—yes sir,” Lando says softly while digging his nails a bit more into Lewis' skin, “I understand.” Lewis hisses feeling Lando digging into his arm. In return, Lewis leans down to nip at Lando’s neck, leaving another mark while rolling his hips up. Lando arches his back and moans loudly, squirming slightly. “Oh fuck—”

Lando completely ignores the reaction he pulls from the younger driver while using his free hand to brush your cheek. He shifts a little further forward and ushers you up. "Come on, you’ve earned a reward for being so good and not following this brat’s lead for trouble. Go on," He urges, nodding his head before you get the picture. You look up at Lewis and Lando before adjusting your kneeling position the best you can.Then you duck your head and wrap your lips around Lando’s cock, replacing Lewis’ hand. Immediately, you hollow your cheeks out when you start sucking the other off.

“Such good sweethearts, both of you,” Lewis says above directed at both of you. You can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks and neck as your lips stretch over the girth of Lando’s cock. It earns a strangled cry from Lando as Lewis speaks. "Fuck you two are just too pretty," he moans, rolling his hips up into Lando, earning another gasp and moan as Lando bucks his hips forward slightly. It causes you to choke on Lando briefly and when you pull back, there's a string of spit connecting your lips to Lando still. “Oh are you okay sweetheart?” Lewis purrs softly, “Lando isn’t being rude, right?”

“No, no he’s not being rude. Just, surprised was all,” you admit.

“Well, why don’t you take a bit of a break?”

You blink and nod slightly as you lean back, panting softly. You press your thighs together when you’re reminded just how strong these drivers are as you watch Lewis grab Lando’s hips hard enough to lease bruises before Lewis is practically using Lando as a toy. You watch Lewis manage to pick Lando up before slamming him down. Lando’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he grips onto Lewis, doing exactly what he was told. Sitting there, looking pretty, and letting you two use him however you two saw fit.

Really this shouldn't be turning you on as much as it is, but it is. Lewis is really hot when he gets all commanding like this, switching off from fucking Lando senseless to you sucking Lando off while Lando is being pampered and gets the praises he deserves and looks so sexy as he’s begging Lewis to show him any mercy and - you stick your tongue on the underside the younger drivers's cock, swallowing him down even more, some of your hair falling in your face when Lewis gently guides your head back dow. You know that your jaw is probably going to be sore tomorrow and you probably won’t be able to get in this car for a bit without getting flustered but you do not care right now when your boyfriends are being this hot right now.

"Look at her, Lan," Lewis breathes when he sees you giving into the job, "look at how much she's loving this,” you glance up seeing Lewis pampering Lando in kisses. Lando was breathing heavily, face and chest flushed. Hair stuck to his forehead from sweat while his cheeks were slick with both sweat and tears. His eyes are slightly red and glassy but he seems so gone in subspace. Lando almost sobs when you deep throat him, burying his face in Lewis neck as his hands fly to your hair to find purchase, holding onto your hair as you start bobbing your head again, randomly deep throating him to keep things interesting.

Pulling off, you pant while looking up, biting your bottom lip as you smile when Lewis strokes your cheek, “Oh, what a good little slut for you’re being - and only for us.” Lewis starts, “You think it’s time for Lando to have mercy?” You look your other boyfriend over and nod. “Okay. Well, how do you want him? Down your throat or all over your face? Tell me what you want."

Your brain short circuits because you swore that Lewis was going to make this decision, not you. This feels like a big decision and you aren’t really sure what to pick as you squirm in your spot, “I—um,” you start before Lewis is grabbing your hair and guiding you to look up at him a bit harshly, "Y/N," Lewis warns, "you have to use your words. Or we will stop and I will fuck Lando silly in the backseat and neither of you will get off. You understand me, don’t you? Tell me what you want."

You let your mouth fall open before closing your mouth and swallowing the lump in your throat. As much as you would love to see your boyfriends have sex, the idea of not getting off was the only thing that made the idea slightly unappealing. This was your reward so you found it a bit rude that you were now in the position where you couldn’t properly enjoy it. “I k—I understand sir,” you correct yourself swiftly, “I—” might as well go big since you’re already here giving a blowjob in a car, “I want Lando to come on my face, please.”

“Such a pretty slut,” Lewis whispers to you while gently pulling you up closer to him. You shift before he pulls you in into a kiss so searing that neither of you remember how long it lasts but he knows when it's done, he has both you and him gasping for air. “Whatever our princess wants is what she gets. He murmurs, “Now why don’t you sit back.” You nod quickly as you sit back. Lewis makes Lando look and he groans seeing the state you were in and you could only imagine how you looked. Lips swollen and red, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. Lando tries to look away but Lewis catches his chin and forces him to look while his other hand replaces your lips and starts to stroke Land again. "Come on baby," he goads, moving them closer, angling them so his cock is pointed right at your face. "Give her what she wants. Paint his pretty whore face," he growls, the slick making an obscene noise. "Y/N, open your fucking mouth and stick our your tongue," he commands, voice rough. Your eyes widen for a second but you also follow that command, hands resting on Lando's knees and opening his mouth, waiting patiently. "See love?" Lewis whispers, pressing his lips to Lando's temple. "See how good she's being? Now be good for us and come over Y/N's face, yeah? Paint it for us."

Lando is so overstimulated between Y/N and Lewis that he can’t even remember his own name right now. He whines loudly when Lewis shifts slightly to kiss Y/N, feeling Lewis shift inside him and god if he didn’t get to finish soon, he was going to become the worst possible person for Lewis to handle. He groans loudly, melting into Lewis chest while jerking his hips into Lewis hand, eyes closed and head tipped back. He forces his head up to look at you and he lets out a strangled noise because oh fuck. You should not look this gorgeous right now with your tongue out and eyes on him. "Uh huh," Lando manages because it’s all he can muster.

There’s no warning. No heads up. Not even a single noise. Lando’s orgasm hits him hard and fast and unsuspectingly that Lando just lets his mouth fall open silently as he arches his back, legs shaking, and eyes rolling into the back of his head. Lewis is murmuring praises while running his free hand through Lando’s hair while you get a second to close your eyes because the last thing you want is seamen in the eye. You open your eyes when Lewis gently coaxes you to. Both Lando and Lewis moan softly seeing the absolute mess Lando made of your face. You blush slightly before you close your mouth and swallow whatever made it onto your tongue before sticking your tongue out again.

“Such a good princess for us,” Lewis praises, “did you enjoy your reward?”

“I did.”

“Did someone learn why they need to behave?” Lewis asks.

Lando hums while slumped against Lewis' chest, “yeah,” he murmurs, “I did. Not going to change anything.”

“We wouldn’t want it any other way,” you giggle and Lewis laughs.

“Okay baby,” Lewis rubs Lando’s back, “think you’d be good sitting for a bit while Y/N and I finish up?”

Lando groans softly and whines, “noooo,” he starts. “Just–five minutes?” Lando asks.

You sit next to Lewis and giggles softly while kissing Lando’s other temple, “sure baby. I can wait five minutes. I’m not in a rush. Babe?”

“I can manage waiting five minutes,” Lewis smiles as you and Lewis happily smother Lando into kisses. That is until Lando becomes a bit more coherent and stupidly says, 

“You know this is the first time I lasted more than 10 minutes off my meds…oh my god. It’s like–a hole in one–”

“BOOOOOO.”

“Lando, that was horrible–”

“GOD FORBID I SPEAK THE TRUTH–”

[hoe4sports]

How this ends p4

Alexia Putellas x Fridolina Rolfo x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A note from the author: Yehaw, this took an unexpected turn. In the phone calls, Alexia’s dialogue is blue. It’s a bit long, but very divided into different scenarios on the trip to Sweden. It’s a different one, but it’s still about alexia. Use your imagination on the social media post.

The next part will be the last part.

This is based on Lewis Capaldi’s “how this ends”.

Warning: None, a curveball perhaps. A healthy dose of angst.

Summary: You try to go on vacation with Frido, but Alexia won’t leave you alone.

-

"Okay, fine, but what about this!"

You strike a pose showing off your outfit which made Frido laugh. Her eyes were as bright as a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but think about how Alexia never bothered to watch you show off your lastest purchases. The attention was something you had craved for years. But as the good woman you were, you waited for your turn to have time with Alexia. Fridolina on the other hand, she loved spendning time with you. Ever since you met Fridolina went she came to Barcelona years ago, she had been your bestfriend. Your go-to. The one you confided in. The pair of you had over the course of your and Alexia's breakup developed your own everyday routine.

She would wake up at 5.30 to get ready for work, before making a breakfast for you both to enjoy together prior to you driving her to the stadium. During the drive, you would talk about a good thing that happened yesterday before singing along to Taylor Swift. The duo did the same thing after work: you would pick her up from work, she would hop into the shower and you would make dinner for the pair of you.

You couldnt help, but admit that it felt good to have someone appericiate you the way Frido did. It had been ages since Alexia had made you feel anything but bad about using her previous time or wasting her seconds. Frido was kind, attentive and what could be best described as warm. She made time for you, and if she had plans; she would always ask if you wanted to join.

“Sorry, did I forget to tell you that we are going to Sweden, not Antarctica?” Frido teased you which caused to you cross your arms over your chest. Your sent Frido a sassy look.

“Atleast I would look cute meeting all the polar bears!” You fired at her while pouting. The comment made her giggle which brought a redness to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. The kind of glow that you only see in movies. It made her tan skin compliment her eyes, and she was definitely a sight for sore eyes. For your sore eyes.

Time had been moving fast, and you were to go travelling with Frido to spend time with her family in Sweden in only one day. The thought of spending time with her parents and siblings made you a bit nervous, but you tried to not stress over it since this was supposed to be a fun get away. Frido had even introduced you to her parents over FaceTime to make you feel better.

“Here, try this on instead. It’s something I bought earlier, but it’s too tight-it hurts my biceps”

“Are you implying that I don’t have big muscles, big strong athletic football beats?”

“Uh,wait, no, I-“

“Relax babe, I’m kidding! I’ll try it”

You take the sundress and flip it off your body, before grabbing Frido’s hot pink linnen dress and slipping it over your head. You reached down to pull the dress below your bum. Your eyes moved to see the reflection of the dress in the mirror behind Frido. Her eyes were glued to your reflection, and you tried your best to pretend that you were looking at yourself. But your eyes stole a gaze whenever you could. It felt good to have someone look at you like Frido did. Your hands played around with the fabric of the dress before you settled on a fit. It perfectly complimented your breast, butt and waistline. You felt like a million dollars.

“Fridolina, I love it”

The material of the dress was light and the lace on the edges of the dress felt like a nice touch to the look. The cut complimented your shape perfectly. It made you feel as close to being Scandinavian as you possibly could. Your gaze turned around to meet Frido’s, she was smiling at you with a heartwarming smile.

“See, I knew you would look stunning in it! You look so good in everything, Skatt ”

The compliment from Frido made you blush to an extent that you didn’t even want to admit. And the nickname? Oh gosh, don’t even start about the nickname. She stood up next to you before reaching for your hand, and sending you around in a twirl. The moment felt illegal, but magical.

“Thanks babe, I honestly love it. It makes me feel like I was born to be Scandinavian” you giggled.

Frido looked see into your eyes as she winked before tucking your hair behind your right ear.

“Becoming Scandinavian, huh? That can be arranged”

Your jaw dropped dramatically before looking at Frido who just smirked back at you. You couldn’t help, but start to question your and Frido’s friendship. You rolled your eyes at her before playfully slapping her shoulder. Then you flipped the dress of your head, and placed it in the “yes” pile.

The evening went by quickly with Frido teaching you all about her family while laying together in Frido’s bed eating your favourite crisps. She told you about her weird cousin, Emil, who would essentially play tricks on everyone that came along. Her niece, Dina, who was just the most adorable little toddler. And her grandmother, who gave the best hugs, but made the worst coffee. Watching her talk about home, was a real eye opener to you. You could tell that she really loved home; both the place and the people.

-

“Passport?”

“Yes”

“Wallet?”

“Yup”

“Phone?”

“Uh-huh”

“My cool and obviously super special Sweden jersey for my favourite person to wear?

“Don’t get too high on yourself, Rolfo”

A part of you felt confused. Your heart hurt terribly at times, even so bad that sometimes; you thought you were about to have a heart attack. Your heart crumbling up into pieces of glass laying in a pile at the ground. It was all that was left of you and Alexia.

The jersey Frido had given you to wear for her match was her special jersey. It was one of her Jesery’s from the World Cup with the opponents flag sown into it. The opponent was Australia, and it was the match that gave her her first worlds bronze medal.

Normally, you would’ve worn Alexia’s Spain jersey during international break. She never gave you her special jersey anymore. At one game, you even used Mali’s jersey to prove a point. When Mapi confronted Alexia about it, she had just shrugged. She didn’t know that she was about to experience the biggest loss of her life.

You held the jersey up from your backpack and waved it at Frido. Somehow, she had convinced you to place it in your carry on just incase they would lose your suitcase. Then you still had something to wear for her big match, and you happily obliged.

“Good, special jersey for my special girl.”

-

The excitement and the buzz of the airport were bringing forwards feelings you had deprived yourself of feeling. The truth was that you loved to travel. You would be searching up an adventure whenever you had an availability in your packed calendar. Something deep in your soul craved to experience the world and its wonders. Cultures had always been fascinating to you, and you loved to share the wonders you stumbled upon with your followers.

One that was not as impressed with your wish to travel lately, was Alexia. She had seen the countless photos of you and Frido hanging out. Pictures of the pair of you doing anything from making pasta to going to the beach. And for Alexia? It felt like the world was ending. She had tried to reach out. But you refused. She tried talking to Frido, who also refused. It sparked an anger, almost a jealousy in her. How could her teammate just swoop her ex-girlfriend off her feet?

As you grabbed your phone from the tray at the security check, you noticed a missed call. Your attention was quickly changed when Frido was ready to head for the kiosk to get herself a book and a bottle of Pepsi. You agreed to sit outside to watch over her stuff, but secretly; you were planning on returning the call. Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone, and pressed call on the contact that had already tried to reaching you. Your throat felt dry, and your skin felt itchy. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second, which ended up with you sitting in your lululemon tank while feeling anxious. “God”, you thought to yourself. “Why am I so nervous? It’s just the same good ol-“

“H-Hola, uh, hi, please don’t hang up on me”

“Alexia, what do you want?”

“Uh, lo siento, how..How are you?”

“How am I? Really? How am I??”

“No, no.. Vale, I’m sorry, lo siento. Can we talk?”

“…About what?”

“Us”

“There is no us anymore, Alexia. I’m sorry.”

“But, I just, please.Hear me out?”

"Ai, give me damn a good reason»

«Because you were my first love, my only love”

You sighted loudly. She pulled the first love bullshit.

“…Vale, im busy right now. Estoy con Frido en el aeropuerto, et-“

“Que? Con Frido? Fridolina?”

You rolled your eyes. You were allowed to do anything you wanted.

“Si! We are going to Sweden to see her family”

“Que? Para ver a la familia de FRIDOLINA??”

“…Si?”

“No, no mi amor! No, lo sien-“

“I’m not your amor anymore, buttercup.”

“Por favor, escúch-“

You looked up, and your eyes immediately caught Frido moving towards you with her bright smile. Frido who took care of you. Who brought you with her to Sweden in a heartbeat. Who loved you for you. It felt like your throat was drying up. Like it was thick with air.

“-I’m sorry, Alexia. I have to go. I’ll call you after the trip. Don’t expect too much . Goodbye.”

Your hand instinctively turned off your phone not wanting to hear more from your ex-girlfriend. Your ex who didn’t want to travel with you. Who didn’t get around to purpose to you in the span of 13 years. Who promised you another cat when you had to wait for kids. Who never kept her promise.

Frido came walking towards you with a bag in her hands. Her face was lit up and she was looking like her usual happy self. She could be best described as a golden retriever whenever she was off the field. You loved her for that. When she was on field, she was hard, bad, tough and intense. But at home, she was soft and kind and gentle and just.. perfect?

“Girly, wanna see what I got?”

You nodded before sliding over to make space for your bestfriend.

“I got you a Pepsi, a magazine about exotic places to travel, a book about loving yourself, a box of Pringles and a bag of gummy bears. I hope you like them, if not then I’ll always switch with you”

Your eyes teared up from the thoughtfullness. It felt good to be cared for, Frido’s natural warmth was healing for your heart. It felt like she was slowly collecting all the pieces of your heart to glue them back together.

"Thank you, Fridolina. Really, for everything"

You tried to choke a sob, but it ended up sounding more like an owl. It sent you both into a giggle before Frido wrapped her toned arms around you. She was slightly taller than you which made you feel safe in her towering presens. She pressed a kiss to the top of your locks.

"Anything for you, sötnos"

-

After travelling for hours between Spain and Sweden, you had finally reached Frido’s hometown where you had plans for the next few days. Frido’s parents had come to the airport to pick you both up, and you could feel some nerves creeping up on you after moving towards the luggage claim.

Frido spotted her parents immediately who was both standing there with flowers and a Swedish flag.

“Hej, Fridaen min!” Her mom cheered while her dad waved the flag towards you. It made you smile sincerely. Her mom wrapped her arms around her daughter. The similarities were striking. You could definitely tell where Frido had her looks from. Her mom then looked at you before pulling you into a bear hug.

“And there is the girl that Frido has been talking about! Välkommen, Y/N.”

-

Safe and sound in her childhood bedroom, you walked around and admired all the posters that teenage Frido had put up. A few of them were of big footballers while others were popstars. One picture, showed Frido as a young girl with another young girl. A blonde. Both wearing a Swedish jersey that was just a little bit too big with shiny gold medals around their necks . The girl, you recognised as Magda Eriksson.

“Wow, Magda Eriksson right?”

“Starstrucked?”

“Well, yes! She’s a-mazing!”

“Then you are gonna die when I tell you that I have personally volunteered you as her babysitter for the games”

“Babysitting? Do you want me to walk around and make sure she doesn’t trip over herself?”

“Girl, are you jet lagged out of your mind? Her kid!”

You maked an o shape with you mouth slightly embarrassed that you didn’t know that she has a kid, but also somewhat excited that you would get to babysit. You loved all types of kids, and it had been your dream to become a mom since you were just a little girl.

-

Later that week, you found yourself sat in the family and friend's section with Frido's mom and dad, You also had baby Eriksson sitting on your lap chewing away on her fingers because Pernille was also on national duty. Their little girl was only shy of a year old, but already rocking the sweden shirt. She was the sweetest little girl, and she adored you right back.

"Look, Look, Elsa, Its your mamma!" you cheered at the toddler as you pointed towards Magda. Magda waved at Elsa which made Elsa kick her feet in excitement. "Did you see her? I bet you did, you are such a lucky little girl!" You cooed at the happy toddler. You couldn’t help but feel odd. You had imagined having your own baby by now, maybe even two. One baby and one toddler to keep you on your feet. To point out their mami on the field to. But instead, you were stuck with being a babysitter.

-

After the game was over, Sweden had won 3-2 to Ireland. Magda and Frido came over to you, and you immidiatly moved down towards the fence. Magda reached her hands towards you, and you expected her to grab the baby: but instead, she forced you and the baby over.

"Look at you, Y/N! You look like you have never done anything but been a mother, absolute natural!"

Frido cheered at you which made you blush. Little Elsa was a joy to be around. This was one of the things you had imagined would be your life by now. Bringing you and Alexia’s daughter to matches in her little Barcelona jersey with “Mami” on the back. Taking her down to the field to kick the ball around and say hello to the girls. Alexia giving you and her little girl a cuddle while the media took cute pictures for you to repost and get frames. You and Alexia with a little family was all you had ever dreamed of.

“Do you mind watching her? I’m just gonna go take pictures and sign a few jerseys”

You nodded immediately. The toddler had just started walking, and she was becoming increasingly wormy. You giggled at the toddler before walking over to get a ball. You sat the toddler down and passed the ball towards her. She kicked it back a few times before falling on her butt. You ushered towards her as you made a surprised face.

“Uh-oh! Did you jump on your butt? What a cool trick!”

It made Elsa giggle, and you scooped her up in your arms before spinning with her a couple of times. The girl was giggling like only a toddler can, her smile wide with happiness.

“More, More!” She yelled when you stopped.

You immediately shifted your grip on her and threw her up in the air before catching her. It reminded you of when you father would do the same with you; you loved it and so did Elsa.

“Y/N, thank you for watching her! Alright, Elsa. Say «byebye” to y/n” Magda gratefully said before taking Elsa into her arms.

“Really, Y/N, thank you so much. She loves you already, please come to our others games too. Elsa would love it, and I’m sure someone else does too”

She looked towards Frido who was talking to a fan. You blushed before saying your goodbyes with Elsa and Magda.

Later that night, you got a notification on your phone. It was from instagram. Frido had tagged you in a post, and you immediately clicked the notification.

-

Fridolinarolfo

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Fridolinarolfo Sötnos

MadalenaErikkson16: Newest Swedish wag?

User277 Wait, is this a hard launch??

User252 Isnt this @AlexiaPutellas girlfriend??

User2737 I would’ve never guessed?? Im here for it!!

You closed your eyes. Partly in confusion and partly in happiness. You loved the picture. A picture she snapped on field when you were playing with Elsa. That’s was when your phone buzzed again. But this time, it was Alexia. It’s was a message from the woman you once called “mi vida” and “mi sol”. You open the message up even though you probably shouldn’t. With trembling hands, you open the message.

Mi vida

Por favor, te amo. Por favor no digas que frido y tú están saliendo. Lo siento muchísimo. Quiero hacer las cosas bien, darte lo que te mereces. Lo que debería haber hecho todo el tiempo. Sólo dame una oportunidad más.

It made your head spin. You felt physically ill. In a few days, you would be heading with Frido to Ireland, to watch her play. All before going back home to Barcelona. Back to your ex-girlfriend’s country. Where you have to deal with this whole situation. Clean up Alexia’s messes. You think that probably shouldn’t have gone to Sweden, but then again: Alexia missed her turn. And you and Fridolina are just bestfriends, right?

[whorekneecentral]

Okay but imagine pulling over and jumping to the backseat to give LH head in the middle of a road trip 🫣

banger bestie truly.

Lewis decided the two of you would kick off the summer with a little road trip, but first a plane ride. He always wanted to road trip across the states so that's what you were doing.

The two of you find yourselves in the middle of Oklahoma, it's nothing but fields for miles and Lewis is humming along to the radio. It was dark out, the sun had just set and the roads were fairly empty, but to be fair, it had been empty for most of the day as you were in the middle of no where basically.

You watched as your husband drove. Windows rolled down with his arm propped on the frame; your eyes trailed up his exposed skin, the tattoos that covered his freshly tanned skin, the way the fabric of his shirt clung to his muscles.

Shifting in your seat, your thighs squeeze together and your lower lip drawn between your teeth. Lewis glances over, a sweet smile on his lips. "You okay, baby doll?"

You nod, "mhm hm."

"I can feel you staring," he whispers into the silence, eyes shifting between you and the road. "Don't think I didn't notice your shifting." He smiled, something wicked coming across in his words.

"Can't help it," you tell him, "you look good."

"Good enough to eat?" He jokes, eyes fixed on the road.

"More than that," you shift again, leaning over the centre console towards your husband. Your hand on his jaw, lips on his neck. Lewis's knuckles whiten, grip tightening on the wheel. The car sways and suddenly you're not moving anymore.

You look up at your husband and he looks down at you; a wordless exchange prompts your movement to the backseat. Lewis joins you in the back, the only noises are his belt clicking as he undoes it and the clicks of the hazards on - safety first!

On your knees between his legs, lewis can make out your features in the sightly light coming from the moonlight.

The feeling of your lips around his cock was the next thing he recognized, his head tips back as he sinks into the seat. Your lips wrapped around him, a hand taking care of what you couldn't fit in your mouth at the moment and you feel a hand on your head.

"C'mon," he whispers, prompting you with a soft nudge. "Aren't you my good girl? Take it like a good girl."

The words hitting you right in the core, you find yourself moving closer, head dropping further into your husband's lap.

Lewis's eyes flutter shut, savouring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, the soft whimpers and gags you let out as you move up and down, your soft touch.

"Always so eager to please," he says softly, fingers brushing your hair from your face.

[amirasainz]

The avengers of Formula 1

request: Would love to see baby sainz suddenly approached by a male who is not in F1 and suddenly everyone shows up like the avengers to scare him away ❤️❤️❤️

It was a sunny day at the Marina Bay street circuit. It was the first time Amira had ever visited Singapore. One could clearly see how delighted Carlos was to have his baby sister by his side.

As they entered the paddock, the Sainz siblings were surrounded by Carlos’s fellow colleagues. Of course, it was just a coincidence that Lewis, Lando, and Oscar were at the entrance as well. It’s not like they had been waiting there for the past 20 minutes.

As soon as Carlos saw them, he knew what he had to do. “Hermanita, look! There’s a bit of shade. Why don’t you sit down and wait for me for a second? I will come back with an umbrella. We wouldn’t want you to get a sunburn, right?”

“Okay, Chilli,” she answered with a dimpled smile. Carlos swore his heart melted. He leaned down and gave her head a quick kiss. When he turned around, the other drivers were already approaching. After a quick look back at his hermanita, Carlos began to drag those demons away from his darling sister.

“Hey! You can’t just drag me away like a potato sack, you muppet!” Lando complained. Lewis and Oscar followed them like little children.

“Muppet? MUPPET?! You do not get to call me a muppet when you’ve been lurking at the entrance like a… a… como un bicho raro!”

When Lewis and Oscar started to chuckle, Carlos immediately turned to them. “And YOU! How dare you wait for my sister. I expected it from Lando,” “Hey!” “But you two? Unbelievable!”

During their scolding, the quartet was approached by other drivers. Charles was gloating with happiness. For once, he was not on the receiving end of Carlos’s yelling.

After some time, it was George who interrupted Carlos’s yelling. “Oh, what the hell?! Who is THIS idiot?” All the drivers turned to look at what George was pointing at.

There she was. Amira Sainz was talking to a man. A stranger! From far away, they could see the guy trying to flirt with her. But baby girl was that dense and thought he was just a nice guy trying to strike up a conversation.

When he sat down next to her, the other drivers exchanged amused glances. Carlos clenched his fists, ready to intervene if necessary. Little did he know that this chance encounter would change everything.

When he sat down next to her, the drivers saw red. How dare he sit down next to her, talk to her, or even breathe the same air as her?!

Quicker than a Mercedes F1 car, all the drivers sprinted to her side. The air filled with screams of “Oi, Idiote!” and “Hijo de puta!” and “Back the fuck off, dude!”—followed by Oscar’s emphatic “Stranger Danger!”

Imagine Baby Sainz’s surprise. One second she was chatting with the friendly stranger who called her the most beautiful girl in the world, and the next, she was engulfed by her brother and her friends. From the outside, it looked like a massive puppy pile.

While the drivers were busy scolding the man (and ensuring he’d be banned from the track), Carlos raced to Amira’s side. He instantly dropped to his knees and cradled her face in his hands.

“Pobrecito mío. ¿Este idiota te estaba molestando? ¿Estaba siendo grosero? ¡Oh, Santa María, estás tan pálida!” During Carlos’s rapid-fire rant, she just stared at him with wide eyes. When she made a confused noise, he immediately stood up, took his sister’s hand, and led her toward the parking lot.

“Oh, my poor hermanita. I’m so sorry. Let’s go shopping and grab something to eat. That must have been really scary!”

With that, the Sainz siblings left the track and headed to the nearest high-fashion shop.

As for the man? Well, let’s just say he vanished from the racing scene—never to be seen on any track again. 😇

Let me know what you thought about this littles piece. My request are OPEN. I will try to update as soon as possible💕

-XoXo

@barcelonaloverf1life @omgsuperstarg @formula1mount @xoscar03 @stinkyjax @khaylin27 @iamapersonwholikesunicorns @tinyhrry

[ryukang1995]

Mortal Kombat (2021).

While there are indeed massive problems with the movie, I don't really hate it.

Yes, it could have been so much better, hence why I wrote posts about how I would have done the movie and its subsequent universe. But overall, I can still watch this movie, and there are even days where I like it.

The biggest problem with the movie is the story. While it was a bold choice to make the movie a mere setup for the actual Mortal Kombat tournament, it did come at a cost since the pacing is very uneven and choppy.

It starts off very well with the first 10 minutes revolving around Scorpion and Sub-Zero's rivalry, but the movie drags during the second act, and it whooshes by near the end.

I like the cast, but a lot of them aren't given much to work with. Kano is easily the standout because you get to see his personality and charm in buckets. Sub-Zero/Bi Han was an effective villain, and Scorpion was awesome with his limited screen time. I even liked Sonya and Liu Kang, but whether or not they were better than their 1995 counterparts is debatable (I personally prefer Sonya in this movie, but Robin Shou is THEE best Liu Kang for me).

However, there were also characters I didn't like or care for. Cole Young was bland as hell, and I would have preferred it if Lewis Tan played Kuai Liang. Raiden and Shang Tsung were also very weak, especially when you compare them to their 1995 counterparts.

I also thought the idea of Arcana and Dragon birthmarks was ridiculous, even by the franchise's standards, and ultimately, you did not need such an idea for this movie.

The fight scenes were honestly pretty enjoyable. Sure, they're not the best fight scenes you will ever see on film (especially when you compare it to The Raid or John Wick), and the editing is pretty choppy at times, but when the action is comprehensible, it mostly delivers. Plus, the fatalities and gore add to the enjoyment factor, especially since it was outright missing from the 90s films. Both the Scorpion vs. Sub-Zero battles are easily the standout fights.

Visually, the movie is okay. The CGI is much better than what was in the 90s films. Sure, there are moments where you can tell the FX are obvious, but it's not off-putting either. The costumes are spot-on, for the most part, but I do wish the locations were better and more imaginative.

Is it the best Mortal Kombat movie? Well, that's debatable. Yes, it captures the brutality of the games better than the 90s movies, but at the same time, the 1995 original has so much charm to it, and it's actually better in certain areas like the story and especially the music.

I would definitely put both movies over Annihilation, even though there are some who would favor that flick over how unintentionally hilarious it is (to each is their own). I'm also not really too excited for the upcoming sequel for reasons I won't go into, but if you are, then that's kool.

If you liked or disliked this movie? Then it's all good. Let's keep the discussion civil.

[scenetocause]

Prompt: Lando in lingerie because you put that idea into the world in climb up to your lips and I would very much love to read it ❤️

girloscar-verse drabble under the cut; fairly far into the future but before they get married (and getting very meta! because that's what tumblr is for lol)

Oscar says it's only fair she gets to pick stuff out for him, since he bought her some. And anyway, she arguably knows more about it than he does, which Lando reckons is actually by a very fine margin, if it's true at all but won't argue with her about it.

It's nice, the idea she's going to dress him up. He liked buying her gala dress, it's kind of the same thing.

She leaves the bag in the middle of their bed and it takes him a nervous ten minutes to actually open it, like he thinks some posh knickers might bite him. He's giggling by the time he tips the contents out onto the duvet, not because it's funny but because it kind of is? Here's a millionaire Formula 1 driver getting all anxious about what silky, lacy things his girlfriend wants to dress him in.

It's not that it's a surprise that Oscar's picked things he like because she does know him pretty horrifyingly well. But it's still nice that she has, makes him have to curl up on top of the duvet for a minute, lingerie scrumpled in his hands, to feel how good it is being loved by her.

It's a nice, soft, cream colour that he's got a few tracksuits in. The sort of comfy stuff he wears to snooze next to her on flights, nose buried in Oscar's shoulder. It's a good, clean colour that goes well with his skin and contrasts sharply to his tendency for dark grey boxers, something special but still somewhere in his comfort zone.

Getting his own clothes off feels a bit mad, having to stuff them in the laundry basket because he doesn't feel like a discarded hoodie and socks is the right vibe for when Oscar comes in and sees him trying to be sexy or whatever.

There's not just pants and whatever. He's not one hundred percent surprised by this because it's sort of an inside joke that he's always trying to trick Oscar into keeping her socks on in bed. Sorry if he wants to be reminded of her riding him every time she crosses one leg over the knee of the other in debrief or whatever.

He likes long socks anyway, for golf and that sort of thing so the fact these come up over his knees isn't that alien. They're a nice, soft material, like a very fluffy cotton or almost like the cashmere cardigans he steals off Oscar to bundle up on the couch in. Not really like stockings, grooved and topped with elastic almost like Oscar's beloved trainer socks but definitely a lot fancier, sitting low on his thighs.

The next thing he unravels is a soft top, not exactly a bra so it won't flag up the fact he's not got actual tits but gently cut so it cups his pecs, plunging between them. Lewis or Yuki would probably wear it to the paddock, maybe Lando'll give it a go for Monaco this year.

It's short, not covering his waist and abs and he's suddenly very aware there's nothing over his dick. Has to scrabble to pull on the knickers, which he'd sort of assumed would be boy shorts or something but instead it's a thong-thong, in the same, soft fabric as the top.

He squeaks involuntarily when it goes up his arse because what the fuck. Oscar wears this sort of thing quite often, these days, when they're not at work and she must be really committed to sending him insane because that's a wholly weird sensation, fabric brushing up against places normally only touched by Oscar.

Checking himself out in the mirror, though, he does look cute. There's some vaguely shocking tan lines around where his shorts were during their week on Pulau Joyo but they fit well enough with the pale lingerie. It's not too frilly, doesn't look like he's wearing something he shouldn't be - he could halfway imagine it being for a photoshoot or something, if Sophie would ever be likely to sign off on him having his arse out.

It takes him a minute to work up the courage to stick his head around the door, call out for her.

Oscar appears very quickly, like she'd been hovering nearby and a bit nervous herself about whether he'd like it. "Can I see?"

He has to laugh because, like, obviously. Lando didn't put this on so she can not fuck him in it but also Oscar looks so genuinely worried and excited. Like she thinks he's going to say no or call her taste in underwear shit or something and even though he is feeling quite shy about it, it makes him step around the door to comfort her.

Oscar almost immediately has him up against it, pressing Lando back on the solid wood and lifting his knee to run her hand up the left sock, feel where it stops and leaves his thigh feeling more naked than when he's totally undressed.

"Oh my god." She kisses him, gentle, lets Lando climb on her a bit with his arms over her shoulders. "You're so cute. So pretty. Fuck."

It's easy to tuck his face into Oscar's neck and breathe her skin in, the reassuring eucalyptus still clinging to her from last night. He'd thought she'd want to perv on him a bit or whatever, the way he does with her when she's wearing nice stuff but Oscar seems more intent on feeling him up, pressing her fingers to the tender place behind his balls where the thong's soft against his skin and tracing the seam of his arse, over where it's just hiding his hole.

"Oscar." He bites at her collarbone, where she's usually chewing him, just to tell her he loves her.

"Do you like it?" She pulls back enough to look him in the eye, tucking one of his curls back with her index finger as she does it, nail trailing gently down his face afterwards.

There hadn't been really time for him to figure that out, yet. But yes. "Yeah. You chose - you know, I can tell it's for me. And it's nice, the fabric."

"Comfy." She moves her hand further down his neck, rubbing over his chest to where the top's resting on his pecs. "I thought you wouldn't like - you know, anything with straps and wires."

Definitely not. That sounds like a deeply unpleasant sensory experience, fairly horrible even the times he was trying to take anything complicated off his ex.

Oscar kisses him again, sliding her hand up the leg he's got propped on her hip until she's cupping his dick, makes them both make a curious noise that he's still soft.

"It's not - I do think it's sexy? And you're - I love this. I don't know." Normally his problem is the opposite, that he's at half-chub pretty much any time he's in the same room as Oscar.

"It doesn't have to be a sex thing, though." She coaxes his other leg up, until she can get her hands underneath and pick him up, carry them over to the couch. "You can just look pretty, if you want?"

Maybe. It's hard to explain what's going on in his head and Oscar is normally the translator for that but she's not psychic, here.

"I think I just." He curls round, onto her, lets her do the koala thing. It feels safer, less wrongfooted by their mutual nervousness earlier, like this. "Can we watch some more of that show?"

Oscar makes a surprised noise, probably because it's her series and Lando just naps on her or fucks about on his phone during it. But that sounds nice, now. Just being them, in a slightly new configuration.

"True Detective? Sure." She gives him a squeeze before she gets up to find the remote, pottters around the apartment for a minute to get him his phone and both of them bottles of water.

When they're under the biggest, softest sofa blanket - nearly the same pale cream as Lando's underwear, a huge mistake for somewhere they eat half the time - he asks her to explain the plot to him again because nothing makes Oscar happier and he loves listening to her.

Half-asleep against her shoulder, he realises the story she's telling him stopped being about detectives awhile ago and is about a really hot boy whose girlfriend can't believe he's real.

He pokes Oscar in the chin. "Oi, I am actually listening. They should do a season from her perspective."

[timdrakesbussy]

Oh God I can't believe I finally did this.

Uh, This is the closest I could get to my vision. Though, I also made one in picrew before this. I’ll put it below.

Anyways, brief information with overly simplified words because I am too lazy to make out complete stories:

Yeah he was in prison and yeah he killed that man but I promise you, your honor, he is innocent (he really killed that man). He did nothing wrong!

Fast forward to five years later and his mother bailed him out. He was fired from Joja since his imprisonment so his mother offered him a deal to either stay with her and get a new job, or, he took over his grandfather’s farm that was inherited for him.

Yuuto was a bit of an enigma when he first stepped his foot on the Valley after twenty something years. Last time he was there, he was barely sixteen and Lewis still had a full brown hair. Nobody knew about his past, even Lewis only knew that he was an inmate but the detail of his crime was left out. Luckily he can keep his mouth shut about it, that doesn’t really stop him from keeping an eye out for him because he was wary that a formal criminal is gonna run around in his town.

He was also pretty reclusive in the beginning, stopping by only to the shops and also to do requests but he hardly ever interact with anyone.

That was, until, Year 2 where he starts to be more involved in the town's life rather than the quiet and mysterious farmer that he was at the start. He even managed to befriend the local depressed asshole, and the rebellious daughter of the shopkeeper. Despite the rumors (damn it Pierre), he has no ulterior motives when he mentored Abigail.

Anyways, here's what I imagined closer to how he'd (and his ex wife) look like.

(He has tanned skin though, but I can't find the right shade for him because the next one is the darkest shade available 😞)

(I cannot get rid of her redness but yeah)

[hawyeein]

❀ *◦ lewis tan. cis man. he/him. bisexual biromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that jie liu ( nickname: hydra )? i think that the thirty-seven year old from yishun, singapore works as janitor at peppy's pizzeria; empty eyes for the grim fox, but outside of that people describe them as how can I imagine a face if I don’t know what kind of expression I need on it, forced to partake in the broken record that is life, crushed neon green SURGE cans underfoot. i hear they are bullheaded & impulsive, but they are also known to be hardworking & thorough. consider giving them a visit at their home in seal harbor apartments and get to know why they’re called the reconstructor.

ENTER THE RECONSTRUCTOR .

It's foggy — it's always foggy — but one thing continues to ring true. You're no stranger to the happenings of unspoken oddities. The distorted warble of two voices still visit you when the horizon goes dark.

“It’s a blessing that you weren’t one of them. You're our miracle child.”

“Don’t stay out past dark. Don’t do that, don’t go there. Why? Because it’s dangerous, it’s dangerous, it’s dangerous.”

You never really understood what they meant. Probably never will. You do understand that singe of annoyance in the pit of your stomach. Just before it twists into something.. Else.

None it matters come morning, though.

There's floors to clean. Stalls to upkeep. Opinions to keep to yourself as familiar faces come and go — some more permanent than others. It's none of your concern, you tell yourself. Not really. Not yet.

TRIVIA .

>> Record holder for at least 2 pinball machines. If he's not working, then he's going at it with pinball and a can of SURGE.

>> Doesn't remember 90% of his echoed past. Only voices every now and then. He can't make sense of them and hardly bothers to. It does stand out how.. efficient he is when it comes to tinkering and instructing others. Give him a busted thing and he'll have it diagnosed and fixed in a jiffy. Has an incredible knack for explaining / teaching concepts in very digestible bits of knowledge. Even if he may come across as short fused.

>> Vastly indifferent to the animatronics. They're freaky, sure, but so is getting a hand cramp 10 points away from breaking yet another pinball record.

>> Thinks pizza's just okay.

>> Just like a hydra's head, it doesn't matter how many times he's cut down. He'll always get back up despite it all.

>> heavily inspired by the janitor from willy's wonderland!!

[clearwaterconnections]

basics:

ARCHARA ‘ARCHIE’ SOMSRI (APO NATTAWIN) is looking for HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER. you must reach out to ANN at @ofwishfulthinking to find out more! 

details:

type of connection: romantic

fc suggestions: utp (taylor zahkar perez, oliver stark, lewis tan, apo nattawin, zion moreno, devery jacobs, madelaine petsch, jacob scipio)

age range: 30-38

connection details: i imagine that this muse is either the vet or vet assistant at the local veterinary clinic which is how Archie first met them. seeing as Archie frequents the clinic as he traps, neuters, releases the feral cats, and ensures that those who are adoptable are healthy, they struck up a friendship. one thing led to another and alejandro asked this person out for drinks. how long they've been dating, the status of their relationship, and how much they know about Archie’s past is up for plotting. i can see this being very sweet (just a couple of animal lovers working together) but also rife with tension should alejandro's past finally catch up with him.

[imjustgoose]

Well my brother moved back in.

Six days of Disney movies BUT we did watch Moana 2 last night. It was fine! I didn't mind it at all! Big fan of giant clams.

Now I must finish the greatest show of all time: Cobra Kuck. Watching the lovely Lewis Tan with a weird Australian accent and handsome face. Chat please look at him. He is what I imagine when Xaden Riorson (I need to finish that book!)

This is my reaction when someone asks if we can look at literally anything when we are out and about.

[briarridgerp]

VALENTINA FLORES (Francia Raisa) is looking for their YOGA ARCH-NEMESIS.

CONNECTION NAME:

UTP! 

CONNECTION:

Val’s Yoga Arch-nemesis 

AGE:

I’m flexible, but I’d prefer 35+ 

FACECLAIM:

VERY much UTP! But some suggestions are Jacqueline Fernandez, Nick Seger, Candice Patton, Angelica Ross, Catherine Haena Kim, Alfie Enoch, Suraj Sharma, Lewis Tan, Şükrü Özyıldız, etc.

BACKGROUND

This person is a yoga instructor as well and for whatever reason, Val and this person did not get off on the right foot. Maybe they taught a different type of yoga and insinuated that theirs was better than Val’s, maybe there was a lot of competition over who would get called to teach classes at the rec center, maybe one of them lived in and taught yoga in Briar Ridge first, and the other was ‘encroaching’ on their territory. Whatever the reason, where Val would normally have an attitude of ‘let’s help each other learn and grow and do better,’ there’s now a petty rival between the two and shortly after Val started looking into opening her own yoga studio, she found out that this person was planning to open their own studio as well. Now, there’s a bitter race to see who can open the first yoga studio in Briar Ridge. There could even be a competition over the actual studio space. I imagine there's not a whole ton of available spots to rent in town and so maybe these two end up competing to actually get to rent out a space from the owner. If said race is laced with sexual tension/banter, even better! lol 

EXTRA

X, X, X, X, X,

CONTACT

Please contact the BECCA on this blog.

[newbellevouxhq]

SYDNEY HEYWOOD is looking for her STAR-CROSSED COUNTERPART (ASHBURN SON)

THIS CONNECTION IS CURRENTLY TAKEN!

OOC Name: Gigi

Character Name: Sydney Heywood

Faceclaim Suggestions: Regé-Jean Page, Henry Golding, Lucien Laviscount, Avan Jogia, Trevante Rhodes, Lewis Tan, Raymond Ablack, Michael B. Jordan, Tone Bell, Charles Melton, Kingsley Ben-Adir, or UTP

Age Range: 33-38

Type of Connection: Romantic/Other

Brief Description of Connection: UTP Ashburn is the only son of the Heywood family. He would have been around Sydney's age or a little bit older than her. But they would have crossed paths many times growing up at the events growing up. I imagine there was a little annoyance and tension between them growing up, they probably picked on each other and liked to annoy the other. But there was always this tension between them. Maybe they realized the other wasn't so bad. However, if there was any friendship or anything more it had been kept a secret. Or maybe they continued to hate each other but tension still burned between them. Eventually they parted ways when Sydney went off for college. Since she remained away for so long they didn't stay in touch. She came back for a little, but before they could reconnect she started dating and got engaged to Jesse. Sydney married him recently, but her husband passed away suddenly. She is now grieving as a widow but UTP Ashburn could help her heal and come back to life. Potential for a star-crossed lovers plot based on chemistry. Potentially even an ex connection in the past. Though at the least it would be a close friendship relationship.

Do You Need to be Contacted Prior to Applying: Yes, please contact me here

[pumpkinnning]

this is such an interesting question ! i find him fascinating now but i didn't like Nico at all when i got into f1 - bc i got in via an extremely pro-Lewis part of the fandom. but also tbh i just found his vibes really offputting. thinking about why has been really interesting

i think class is a big reason why. as a French person he really reminds me of a specific type of Southern European ultra-rich douchebag, the smooth elegant tanned and botoxed to hell who winters in Ibiza kind. when i was a kid my dad's job included shmoozing a lot of these guys so we went on vacation with them and their families sometimes (which was nice, not complaining, but also really weird, gave me a crash course in my god really rich ppl can be a special kind of pathetic) and Nico fits the vibe to a T. these are the guys that non-Europeans might see as a bit gay or effeminate. but the thing is, masculinity is a construct, and a very culture/class specific one. this type of guy can wear fine italian leather shoes, fancy colorful shirts, be very charming and affectionate w his family, has his pet charity projects, loves wellness hippie shit. but he's almost always gonna have conservative opinions and wow can he say rancid shit abt women/gay ppl/immigrants when pressed. he's not being gnc. at all.

in these circles open displays of macho aggression and physical strength and showboating ala American masculinity are considered vulgar and working class. high class dominant masculinity is first and foremost demonstrated by culture there. intellect, refinement, a certain kind of genteel affect and of course, being from the right kind of background that allows you to feel entitled and look down on others. that's what i saw first when i saw Nico, even though clearly that's not actually him. i can imagine that's also valid for some EU f1 fans/media that aren’t ultra rich. 

and ofc i know f1 is full of rich people. but tbh as a French person American style billionaires and their over the top antics don't feel real to me. and that is an ideal of being rich that generally presents itself as more attainable, meritocratic. everyone can do it, we're just regular guys who got started in a garage vibe. false, but it makes them more relatable, and 'average' people a lot less angry. (useful!) old money Western/Southern European vibes that show status through culture, though ? you will never be one of them. and generally you won't even know why but they will, and they will make you feel vulgar and worthless and ashamed about it. it gets under ppl's skin like nothing else. 

of course probably a lot of non EU fans can see Nico as typical coastal/city elite liberal disconnected from "real" masculinity/life/etc too it's not exclusive i think he has the kind of vibe that is hateable by a lot of different people for different reasons

that said Nico’s family is not exactly old money, right - at least his dad, who also seems like a very down to earth guy. idk about his mom. if he grew up btw Monaco/Ibiza/a fancy international school he was probably surrounded by ppl who were a lot more old money than him growing up, though. the kind that think getting your money and prestige through sports is fun and exciting like a circus attraction but you know, at the end of the day, tacky. and hearing him talk more, he does give a bit of a social climber trying too hard vibe. which, again, this is complete speculation, but could add to the impostor complex doesn't fit anywhere vibes. and now tbh Nico seems to me more like the type who just wants to fit in and prove himself rather than the type who wants to assert status superiority (aside from on the track). 

never been but i can imagine the world of f1 is excessively full of all sorts of status posturing. lots of boring privileged types from all over the world that want to buy into the thrill and macho, risky allure of sports, the meritocratic "i earned all of this through my own sweat tears and aggressive daredevil behavior" vibes. investing in drivers and mechanics like others invest in horses. at the same time the prestige, technological advancement aspect and insane amounts of money involved in f1 keeps it classy. i also think a lot of (male, older) f1 fans have similar fantasies when they watch, getting a bit of that prestige by proxy.

and when you have someone like Nico who is trying too hard (and not in the right way) and is awkward and a bit too earnest and overthinks things and doesn't easily fit in a clear cut category...i think it kind of exposes that the whole thing is a farce, actually, and i think that's (part of) why he is so hated

bottaslicious:

what is it about nico rosberg that irks people (men, mostly) so much

overall he’s intelligent, a good driver, good-looking, considerate of fans, generally manages to avoid saying shitty things

like i could see some people hating him over the fact he’s a second generation driver and had a foot between the door automatically (which is bullshit tho, a good name gets you only so far before it works against you since you have to prove you’re worth more than your legacy) and comes from a privileged background. still, it’s not like keke would’ve been easy on him, we’re talking about a man who had to pave his own way into f1 (there was a point pre-f1 when he was both the driver and press and wrote the articles of his races himself so yeah keke literally built the road he was walking) and got shit from every possible source - a man who taught mika häkkinen the value of money by giving him allowance so there was this f1 star at the beginning of his career living in monaco in an apartment furnished with one table, one chair and a bed - a man who very clearly said he wouldn’t want baby nico to become a racing driver. so yeah, keke has definitely been supportive of nico always but there is no way he’s let him just have what he’s asked for.

obviously there’s a lot of hating him bc he’s a threat to a driver they support because what better way to love your fave than to shit on their obstacles but it’s not like it explains it all; there’s just something about nico that rubs people the wrong way, especially men.

idk how much of it is linked to nationality - it’s always easy to support your country and nico’s just not your simple bratwurst. lewis’ fave thing in the world is to say nico’s not german, lewis’ fans with tinfoil hats love to scream “NAZI” every time nico does as much as sneeze at his direction, in finland nico’s nationality is basically a question of personal preference. he’s from everywhere until someone says he really isn’t.

if you take away his nationality and the fact he’s a second generation driver he’s just like any other chump from the grid yet he seems to arouse more intense opinions, everything from total hate to very aggressive “meh i don’t feel one way or another”. so. idk. maybe it was just a really bad timing for him.

I think about this a lot tbh.

I’ve probably only talked to a handful of people in real life about F1 and whenever the subject of drivers came up they were all completely baffled when I said I liked Nico. Even the ones who didn’t care much for Lewis didn’t really understand it. It’s funny because of all the drivers I support he’s probably also the one who I find it the hardest to articulate my support for, so whenever it comes up in conversations I find myself saying things like:

- He had to overcome all these expectations growing up because he was Keke’s son and the only thing you can say in terms of preferential treatment is that he was exposed to racing at a very early age and had a dad who understood the business but that will only get you into a kart when you’re a kid, it won’t keep you in F1 for so many years and with such great results. Nico earned his stripes and he did it with humility and grace. 

- He’s very intelligent and probably even a bit too smart for his own good. Like Daniil (also a real polyglot) who sometimes seems to overthink things and drive from the head instead of the heart - which can be great in some respects but more often than not it simply isn’t enough, especially in those oh so very crucial make-or-break moments. 

- I love the idea of him working so fucking hard to get to where he is despite not being as naturally gifted as Lewis. And he isn’t. He knows he isn’t. But he has oodles of talent and even more determination and drive and I respect that and admire it so fucking much. I stopped doing so many things because I wasn’t the most gifted kid doing that particular thing at that time and it was sort of like - well, what’s the point then? This is the point, you only need enough talent to build on and idk, I think that’s so awesome. 

BUT

All the while in the back of my head I know exactly why all those points won’t convince anyone. 

Yes, he’s intelligent but he isn’t particularly funny (actually that’s the most authentically German thing about him). He’s so literal sometimes it’s off-putting. He handles everything with grace but sometimes it’s way too much grace. Interviewers do all but spit in his face and he’s still playing at being a regal diplomat - but then every so often he drops the diplomacy, like he did in the interview this last weekend when he called Martin out for saying he’s too nice when before the problem was that he’s too mean, and it’s such a fucking delight to watch. You can see it in the comments that people make about him on twitter or in forums, suddenly they love him for a brief moment. Or when he let people hear the emotion in his voice when he said he wanted to go to the end in Abu Dhabi in 2014. Whenever he lets himself be genuine people find it so easy to love him - but he just does it so rarely. 

Yes there were expectations because of Keke but when people get to know him he’s so unlike his father that even if he became champion there would still be some disappointment in him for not having Keke’s personality and panache. 

And ultimately… yeah, the nationality thing matters. It matters because it makes him seem disingenuous. 

If Nico had raced under the Monegasque flag I think people would find it easier to understand him. 

It isn’t just that he very clearly isn’t German but that he tries so hard to be. All those posts during the World Cup/Euro just felt so staged, even if they probably weren’t. He wore a black armband after the Germanwings tragedy and while I’m sure he genuinely felt for what happened there was something… idk, it didn’t seem right somehow. It felt like a conscious move and there’s something about national grief that’s like familial grief, like the grief of the nuclear family. You can feel terrible for your friend’s family, or even, say, your cousin’s nuclear family, if they’re going through a tragedy but you can’t sit shiva with them. 

Nico’s Germanness feels like it was constructed by someone who read a Wikipedia page on how to be German. Like an undercover spy trained from infancy, all to prepare him to one day assimilate into the target culture. I bet if you asked Nico about German history or politics he would know more than Hulkie or Vettel (well, possibly) but their knowledge is probably a lot more personal than simply factual, it’s based on memories and feelings and the history of their own families and towns and their friends’ families and so on. 

One of our most powerful evolutionary traits is to be able to spot those situations where something just isn’t quite right, even if we can’t put our finger on it. That’s why we have such varied accents and dialects, so you can immediately tell if someone is a stranger. It’s probably why you can pick out tourists in a crowd in your hometown even if they’re dressed the same as everyone else. And Nico… idk, it’s almost like he triggers some sort of uncanny valley response in people. 

And yes, I agree, men seem to respond to him very strongly and not in a good way. I would think that some of that is probably the lack of bravado and his body language with other men. Like the way he shows affection by tucking his head into the other person’s chest and folding his body into theirs, he’s comfortable choosing to take a submissive position and some guys see that as a sign of weakness. He “lets” people get away with calling him Britney, with saying that he’s pretty… even though you can see it annoys him. He’s still so openly affectionate with his father, he embraces his legacy instead of running away from it. It goes against the whole “every son must kill his father” thing.  

Idk, why is it that with Nico I find myself rambling on for hours but I never feel like I explained myself at all?