#oh and occasionally i fall in love with my girlfriend all over again and this was one of those days. it just happened for no real reason

[hi2k]

it is hard to not feel bitter constantly because a bad thing happened how do people manage

[prettiestgrlinthemorguexo]

lucifer x fem!reader

she’s Adam’s ex girlfriend who left him and fell in love with lucifer. adam is trying to “rehabilitate” so he can get back into heaven. but since he’s in the hotel he’s forced to see his ex and Mr.Steal Yo Girl thrice being all lovey dovey together.

like occasionally she might sit on Lucifer’s lap while at the bar. Holding hands while walking around.

worst part for Adam.. his bedroom being closed to wear Lucifer’s tower is when the hotel is rebuilt. adam is trying to sleep and suddenly he hears, moaning.

It’s lucifer and y/n going at it.

And y/n says to lucifer: “and adam calls himself dickmaster”

“when that title belongs to you.”

Ex-quisite encounters (Lucifer x Adams Ex! Reader)

AHHHHAHAHAHAHAAA

Foaming at the mouth at this idea, I need it now

I nickednamed Lucifer’s tower “the big apple”

Warnings: implied smut, PDA, like 2 paragraphs of straight smut, Adam, jealous Adam, Mentions of Adams and reader relationship, doggy style, Adam, Themes from third times the charm, Adam again

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

No ones POV:

After that faintful day in the Garden Of Eden, Y/N were soon casted out and sent to hell but it wasn’t unwanted, they were with Lucifer in hell, Adam was PISSED about losing another wife to Lucifer.

Y/N and Lucifer have been together for almost 6 years and it was perfect, until the extermination, this year, it was different. Charie and Sinners were fighting back against the attack, this extermination led to the 2nd death of Adam and Y/N and Lucifer moving into the hotel, things couldn’t be more perfect for everyone…till a certain someone appeared on the hotels doors step.

Took everyone a second to recognize him but when everyone heard his voice, they knew. It was the one and only Adam, coming here for “redemption” Charlie have a bleeding heart she took him happily to everyone dismay. But Lucifer saw this as an opportunity to have some fun..

Lucifer’s mission after that was to make Adam as jealous as possible. After Adams arrived at the hotel Lucifer was with you all the time and each time the two were seen my Adam, Lucifer made sure he was touching you. Two of this favorite moments being when the couple were sitting at the bar with a few of the other residents, Y/N was sitting on his lap every the conversation and drinks only for Adam just so happened to walk in. Lucifer’s second favorite time being when him and Y/N were in the couch cuddling, it was almost like Adam always walk in a the perfect time “oh god get a fucking room!” He nearly screamed rubbing the bridge of his host. Lucifer chuckled, placing a kiss on the crook of your neck,clearly amused.

…needless to say Adam was jealous of the two.

Adams room was a 2 door down from Lucifer’s and Y/N’s shared living quarters. So he always was seeing you guys which wasn’t pleasant for him. One night while Adam was attempting to sleep, he heard talking and small thuds.

After about another 30 minutes of those noise he finally sat up to find the source of the noise. When he finally regained full consciousness and focused on the noise the started to make out a few more details things. Those weren’t thuds of things falling, they were a constant noise of something hitting the wall. “The fuck..” Adam said to himself. Soon he got up out of bed and moved over the wall where to noise was coming from.

Adam pressed his ear to the wall, trying to hear. Now that he was closer the could hear the more clearly. He recognized one of them, it was Y/N’s then soon he heard Lucifer’s. Adam eyes widen, pissed. “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” He said in a scream which no one heard. Then the could hear more clearly what they said.

Y/N’s POV

“Fuck!!” I moaned out. My face was pressed against the mattress. Lucifer, had my face down and ass up (🎶that’s the way I like to fuck🎶), his nails dug into my hips and the thrust hard and fast into me. “That’s it..” Lucifer said between thrust “so fucking close..” I heard him say before he came heard into him, filling me up.

After the euphoric feeling went away he clasped onto him, he kept his arms around me as he rolled to his side, Spooning me.

Through breathy pants, trying to regain my breath. I open my hooded eyes and smile be speaking “and Adam calls himself dickmaster..” i said as I gave his hand a squeeze “when that title belongs to you…”

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[absdoll]

AAHHHHGHH YOURE WRITING IS SOO GOOD AND CUTE AND HASKSKDBSKSLANS!!!!!! Do you think you could write sub!abby?? love youuuu💋

TYSM MY SWEET NONNIE ♡💕🩷 I LUV U MORE !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

₊˚⊹ cw : sub!abby , dom(?)!reader , face fucking (r!rec) , fingering (a!rec) , mommy kink , edging (a!rec) 🎀 i think that’s it ? hehe this is gross & i love it <333

“ohhhh, abs” you purr at your 5’10 girlfriend as she sits on her knees at your feet, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes. “you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you bun? hmm?” you mock. abby whimpers when you grab a fist full of her hair, shoving her nose to your clothed pussy. abby inhales deeply, letting your sweet smell swim through her nostrils.

“please baby, please let me taste you.” abby whispers in a low pitched tone, her hands pinned behind her back.

you run your thumb across her pouted bottom lip, “please, i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.” she begs. abby lets out a long sigh, warm breath fogging over your wet panties. you smirk at her, “p-please, please let me show you how good i am.” abby’s voice cracks, her desperate pleads like music to your ears.

you give her a soft smile, granting her permission to begin nibbling at your clit.

abby moans as she sucks and slurps at your hole, “mm- y-you t-aste s’good mmommy ahh.” your hand gripping the back of abby’s neck, fucking her face. “shhh, use that tongue for licking, not talking angel.” you warn sweetly.

“fuck abs th-that feels sfucki- ahh!” you hiss when abby circles your pink pulsing nub, thick shiny cream coating her chin. “y-yeahuhhh right there!” you moan. the blonde keeps her lips glued to your clit, making you curse and gasp with every lick she gives you. abby’s hands still restricted behind her back, she uses her nose to take over for her tongue, the pink muscle now sucked into your tight hole. you continue to push her head deeper into your pussy. as you ride out your orgasm on her face, you can tell abby’s getting frustrated with the uncomfortable feeling brewing between her toned legs.

“what do you need, baby?” you coo at your girlfriend as she falls onto the bed.

you crawl on top of the buff blonde, pressing a kiss to her forehead. your hand travels down to the band of her boxers, slipping under. your fingers sticking to her folds as you kiss her neck. sighs of both relief and frustration come from her pink lips. your hand just resting on top of her clit, not moving a muscle.

abby’s hips are thrusting up into your hand, you still purposely ignoring her whines and whispers of, “please baby, i made you feel so good, please go faster.”

you begin rubbing slow, small circles on abby’s aching clit, occasionally letting a finger dip into her clenching hole, but only for a second. abby is groaning and flailing around on the bed, so fucking desperate. “more! p-please baby!”

“so pathetic abs, so weak and needy coming from such a big strong girl.” you tease. she lets out a sound of annoyance, huffing at your mean and condescending words. “oh? you don’t like that? you’re way meaner to me angel, remember last night? didn’t let me cum for over an hour.” abby’s eyes widen as she realizes what’s in store for her. “ohh poor baby.. you were making fun of me, remember?” you plunge your two fingers deep into abby’s distressed hole. “f-fuck!” abby cries out as your fingers hit her just right, she’s a whimpering mess.

you feel her gummy walls tighten around you, signaling she’s close. you’ve been in this position before, fucking abby blind with just the thrust of your fingers, her teetering on the edge, and right as she’s about to release all over your hand, you jolt your movements to a stop.

“aaa-ugghh! wh-“ abby’s eyes open to see you grinning down at her, her eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. “fuck you.” she seethes. you giggle at her frustration, picking up your pace again. you slide down to her puffed up clit, kitten licking as your fingers slowly pump in and out of your deprived girlfriend.

abby’s getting close again with every swipe of your tongue drawing figure eights on her swollen clit. her moans are muffled and distraught. “p-please let me cum mommy!” your fingers and tongue working faster to relieve your pent up girlfriend, “go ahead abigail, fill my mouth up.” the second you allow abby to cum, her white creamy juice filling your mouth instantly.

you fall on top of abby, who is trying to catch her breath. “you did so good.” you whisper sweetly in her ear.

a/n : i was struggling with writers block these past few days so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best <3 luv u all 💕💗🩷

☁️ @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians @abbystoy & @d3arapril (for u my subby!abby luvr) ☁️

[k0yaz]

Oops sorry I missed that part

Then can I have beidou x f!reader smut oneshot :>

Ik u said wlw smut is appreciated so idk

needed her

Pairing(s): beidou x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, afab reader, rough sex, fingering, argument mention, clingy reader, breast/nipple play, marking, tit fondling, soft mention later on, cunnilingus (I pray that’s how you spell it, god I hate that word 😭)

A/N: I love you so much anon for requesting wlw oh my god I needed to write this shi so badly you have no idea how much wlm I’ve been getting and my gay ass isn’t eating up my writing well enough so thank you and ilysm…sorry for the long ass a/n lmfao

Your body shook from Beidou’s warm breath hitting the base of your neck, making only quiet whimpers through your sealed lips at the tingling sensation running up and down your spine. A small gasp escaped your lips as her rough hand trailed down your chest to cup your soft breast. She kneaded the pillowy flesh of your skin in between her fingers, her thumb occasionally brushing up against your hardened buds as she inched closer and closer to your neck, her lips barely ghosting your throat.

This had all stemmed from you two not talking to one another the whole day, due to an argument the previous night. You wanted her to spend more time with you, and you know she did too. It was just her captain duties holding her back. You felt stupid for yelling at her that night, of course she would spend time with her girlfriend whatever chance she got. You couldn’t rid yourself of that pang of guilt in your stomach. You felt so guilty.

But now? You didn’t care. You just needed her. You wanted her to touch you all over, you craved her hands all over your body. You needed her. Bad.

You were snapped out of your memories when Beidou finally pressed her lips up against your neck, leaving a trail of harsh kisses against you. Her hands continued fondling your breast, while digging her fingers deeper. You knew damn well she was going to leave bruises after this. Beidou kissed your neck firmly once again, before guiding you onto the mattress, one hand on your tit, and another firmly grasping your wrist.

An involuntary moan left your throat as you felt Beidou lean down to kiss and suck the skin of your neck. She licked a couple long strips up your neck, before taking a section of the skin between her teeth and sucking vigorously. Your hands rested onto her shoulders, eyes nearly rolling back from her actions, even though they were barely anything compared to what she could do to you.

“Mmh…B-Beidou…please-!” You moaned out, digging your fingers deeper into her shoulders. She smiled down at you as she impatiently yanked your shirt off your your torso, making you squirm, since she still had you pinned down onto the mattress. Her warm tongue glided along your skin, making you whimper desperately as her lips grazed your skin. You attempted to grind against her palm, which was resting between your drenched thighs near your lower lips idly. You pressed your dampened core against her palm, sloppily trying to get off on the friction of her hand alone.

Beidou smirked and pulled her hand further down, causing you to whimper at the lack of her touch against you. “Be patient. You’ll get what you want.” She whispered in an almost commanding against you, continuing to mark your neck up and use her occupied hand to continue stretching your tits out between her fingers in circular, outward motions. She detached her teeth from your neck and gazed down at you hungrily. Her hand traced themselves up your smooth back as she slid her finger underneath your bra strap and unhooked it, helping it fall off your torso.

Her gaze was affixed on your bare chest, heaving up and down from the stimulation. Her sweet kisses planted on your body ranged from your naked chest, all the way down to your inner thighs, making a few light and excited squeals come out of your lips.

“Fuck it, you’re mine.” She growled before darting back up to your lips and smashing hers against them, initiating a heated kiss with her lips moving sweetly against yours. She continued to passionately kiss you roughly as she dipped her hand in between your thighs and into your panties. Her index finger quickly slid over your slit and flicked your clit for a moment, making you shiver and let out a small, pathetic moan as she gathered your juices onto her fingers.

Beidou pulled away from the heated kiss and brought her finger to her lips, tasting your slick against her tongue, a triumphant smirk crossing her lips as it was clear she enjoyed the taste. Her hand moved back downwards, resting her hand against your hip before sliding two of her fingers around the waistband of your panties. She carefully peeled off your soaked underwear, exposing your pussy to the cold air in the room. Without hesitation once again, she immediately pressed two of her fingers against your slit, teasing you as she lowered her head to meet your aroused sex.

Her warm tongue circled your clit suddenly, making your mind clouded with only thoughts of her. You subconsciously placed your hand onto her head, tangling your fingers into her hair and attempting to push her into your entrance while thrusting your hips up desperately. Beidou simply pulled back and glared down at you, her brows furrowed. “Don’t forget who’s in control here~” She asserted. The sudden pause in her pleasuring you made you groan disappointedly, but that was soon replaced with a high pitched moan as she shoved her fingers into your throbbing cunt roughly, keeping them in the deepest they could go as they brushed up against your sweet spot.

Beidou’s head followed back down as she went back down to suck on your swollen clit. She pressed her tongue against your slit, moving her tongue up and down, and wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking on it viciously as your slick dripped down your thighs and coated her lips, making her suck on your clit harder, your juices making it more satisfying for her tongue to circle your bud, since your slick allowed her tongue to glide more smoothly against your skin. The pleasure felt incredible for you, as if shocks were throbbing throughout your body.

She continued thrusting her fingers into your drenched cunt, her fingers occasionally brushing up against your sweet spot every time, as you moved yourself down onto her fingers to to meet her hand movements. Your moans rang throughout the room as Beidou’s free hand trailed back up to your tits, taking it between her palm once again as her thumb brushed over your nipple occasionally. She detached her mouth from your swollen clit and moved them back up to suck on your tit once again, marking you up roughly as she sucked your breasts while fingering you.

She pulled her fingers out of you and began slamming them back in at a slower, but rougher pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your fingers curled around the bedsheets below you, gripping onto them for dear life. A pleased look appeared on Beidou’s face upon seeing your fucked out expression, before she leaned down beside your ear and whispered sweetly.

“You do know I love you right? I hated fighting with you like that, I want to spend so much time with you, I’d kill to just hang out with you more. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you more than anything in this world.”

Your eyes widened as a near scream left your throat just from those words. You gripped onto her shoulders and began thrusting your hips up faster, your mouth now hanging open with uneven pants and moans escaping your lips as your head was turned to the side, exposing your neck for her and only her.

“Y-yes…please-! Beidou! I l-love you too- ngh-!” You moaned out as you continued your messy thrusts.

She smiled down at you warmly, before pressing her lips back up against your ear and whispering.

“Good girl.”

Right after she said that, her fingers sped up the pace to a near impossible one, her digits curling up against your sweet spot for only a few brief moments considering how fast she was sliding them in and out of you. She grazed your neck once again, sucking on it with any further warning as her fingers continued their pace. Your mouth hung open as you moaned out messily and continued meeting her thrusts, whimpering slightly as she added to the trail of hickeys decorating your neck.

“Beidou! I’m-!”

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence as your back arched and you came. Your juices dropped down from her fingers and darkened the sheets below you as you breathed heavily, recovering from your orgasm with your eyes squeezed shut, and your teeth now clamped down on your bottom lip. Beidou remained knuckles deep inside your cunt for a few moments, before pulling her fingers out and licking your liquidy cum off of them, smiling down warmly at you as she did so. You blushes furiously and covered your face with your hands as she laughed down at you, hugging you tightly against her.

She stretched out her arm near the bedside table, grasping onto a soft, red towel. She carefully ran the cloth up your messy thighs and lightly over your core, which caused a few muffled, closed mouth moans resonate from your throat firmly, indicating that you were satisfied.

You sat up tiredly as you ran your fingers through your messy hair, your face still dusted bright red with blush. “Beidou..I-“

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell the crew to die down for a bit. I’ll only ever need you right now now anyways~” she remarked lovingly, pulling you back into her arms against her chest.

A/N: AAAAA FINISHED AT EXACTLY 12 AM…I love this

Also bro we have a biology lab tomorrow and I don’t have the stupid ass goggles 😀

[south-of-heaven]

Can I have Rhea Ripley x Fem reader where the reader walks out in a dress that shows off her figure and leads to some good ol fluffy smut?

Mess you up || Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You show Rhea the dress you bought for the Hall of Fame ceremony, let's just say she likes it.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: My first time writing smut in years so it's probably not great, it will also not become a regular occurrence. I might do it sometimes if I get a request that I think sounds fun but I really don't enjoy writing smut that much and it takes a lot more time.

You walk out of the bathroom, dressed in the gown you got for the hall of fame ceremony. Rhea gasps as she sees the dress.

It has a deep plunging neckline, showing off a lot of cleavage, and a slit that goes all the way up to your hip.

“Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to make sure it’s appropriate for the special occasion. 

“I’m not sure,” Rhea says. “I don’t know if I want anyone other than me seeing you look this good.” She grins as she pulls you closer.

“So you like it?” You ask hopefully. She kisses you deeply, reassuring you that she in fact loves it.

“We still have a few hours before we need to be in hair and makeup, mind if I mess you up a little first?” She smirks mischievously.

You nod, letting her take command. She turns you around and starts unlacing the bodice of your dress. You shudder as she starts kissing your neck, occasionally biting you. 

She finishes undoing the lacing and you let the dress fall to the floor, pooling around your feet. She runs her hands over your hips, up to your waist, and cupping your breasts.

“I love you,” she whispers in your ear, her teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“I love you too,” you sigh as she slides her hand into the front of your panties, cupping your mound.

Rhea starts biting your neck again and you gasp. “Rhe, you can’t leave any marks today!”

“I’ll leave marks on my girlfriend if I want to. Everyone is gonna know you’re mine.” She growls, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck.

You moan and she starts sliding your panties down your legs. They pool at your feet together with your dress. She slides her fingers in between your lips, rubbing over your entrance, gathering wetness and spreading it over your cunt. 

“So wet for me, baby.” She whispers. Her fingers graze your clit and you gasp. 

She continues to tease, only offering offering light touches. “Rhea, please.” You whine, getting impatient.

She doesn’t say anything but she pushes you forward and you fall down on your back onto the bed. “You want to cum?” She asks.

“Yes, plea-“ you get cut off by her kneeling between your legs, sucking harshly on your clit. Your hands fly into her hair, taking a steady grip. “Fuck!” You gasp.

She switches from sucking to licking softly, flicking your clit with her tongue. “Oh, that feels good.” You moan.

Rhea grins against you, looking up at your face which is contorted in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

You feel yourself getting closer, that familiar feeling building quickly in the pit of your stomach. You moan louder, closing your legs around Rhea’s face and grinding against her tongue. 

“I’m gonna cum!” You shout. She gives one final suck to your clit and that’s what pushes you over the edge. She licks long, soft strokes helping you come down from your high. 

“Fuck, you’re good.” You say, still out of breath. Rhea just smirks and lets you catch your breath before pulling you into a sitting position. 

She places her lips on yours and kisses you deeply, sliding her tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. 

“Don’t get me all riled up again, we don’t have time for a round two, I still need to shower.” You say as you pull away.

“Who says round two can’t be in the shower?” Rhea says and you get up, running towards the bathroom, she stays in bed, knowing exactly what’s about to come.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the vanity mirror, seeing the dark marks scattered all across your neck and shoulder. 

“RHEA RIPLEY!” You shout. You hear her laughing on the other side of the door.

[lovelytsunoda]

holding out for a hero ( iii ) // platonic! mercedes amg

summary: a holiday party at marcus armstrong's house brings changes to y/n's life, in the form of both a british f2 driver she'd rather not show her face around ever again, and a very awkward milestone.

pairing: platonic!mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief olli caldwell x reader

warnings: first kisses, a slew of emotions i don't want to unpack, it's going to be cute and angsty all at the same time, self-deprecation, basically the same warnings as the rest of the series tbh, mentions of an alcohol allergy, paul being a little shit

author's note: this is lowkey based on the story of my first kiss from last december . . . i actually hated it all and we're back to the drawing board on that whole dating thing. i fear my standards may be too high.

this series would make such a good sitcom tbh

"marcus, for the last time, i don't do parties." y/n insisted, frowning at the face on her phone as she stride out of the mercedes building in brackley. "i don't care that i already know most of the people who are going to be there, or that the guys are bringing their girlfriends. the answer is no."

"come on!" marcus armstrong begged on the other end of the facetime call, laughing as the young intern clumsily zipped up her tommy hilfiger jacket, hiding the bottom half of her face under the collar as the wind whipped her face, flakes of snow beginning to fall from the winter sky. "it's not as bad as you're thinking it's going to be. it's literally just at my house, my younger sister is going to be there."

y/n snorted. "come on, armstrong. if you think telling me that your teenaged sister is going to be at the party is a drawing factor, you need to reevaluate things in your life. besides, liam is going to be there and it's going to be ultra painful to see him and his girlfriend being all loved up."

silverstone had been a huge knock to y/n y/l/n's self-confidence. it had taken a lot for her to allow herself to be that vulnerable. to dance in front of the rowdy group of boys, to let her guard down long enough to meet new people, to have a good time.

to tell liam lawson that she thought he was cute, just for liam to shatter her heart into a million peices without even meaning or trying to.

god, she wished she could stop being so sensitive sometimes.

she hadn't been to another race since. she also hadn't spoken directly to liam, occasionally being looped into things on the group chat. as far as she was aware, red bull were shipping him off to japan with cem bolukbasi to run a superformula test.

she was heading back to her car now, the cold air turning her fingers numb as she clutched her phone, digging in her pocket for her car keys.

"i'm not doing it, armstrong."

"and why the bloody hell not? you had a great time in sliverstone, and i'll have james keep liam away from you if that would make you feel better."

y/n had opened her mouth to say something when she felt a pair of hands clapping her on the shoulders.

"she's going." susie wolff insisted. "come on, y/n. you need to get out more. you deserve to let yourself have fun."

"but this party isn't going to be fun, susie."

susie grinned, hands in the deep front pockets of her trench coat. "you won't know unless you try it, kiddo." she turned to the phone. "marcus, she'll be there!"

____

y/n stood in front of her mirrored closet door, smoothing her fingers over her hair, drawn back into a tight half-up ponytail kind of style.

"you look great, kiddo!" angela cullen's voice faintly filtered through the phone speakers, a kelsy karter song playing softly from the turntable in the corner.

"ang, i'm going to make a fool out of myself out there." y/n groaned. "i hate parties!"

"but you know these guys, y/n. you know marcus, you know clem and you know fred. you'll be fine. with that being said, if you want to leave early, call one of us."

"oh, you'll definitley be getting some kind of call." she rolled her eyes, stopping the turntable and sliding the shiny black vinyl back into it's sleeve, fairy lights twinkling above her. "what if they don't like me, angela?"

"and what if they love you?"

after bidding the physiotherapist her goodbyes, y/n pocketed her phone and padded across the dusty apartment floor to her kitchen. the apartment felt too big for her to live in on her own, and technically she didn't, but it's not like her roommate was ever home. she sighed to herself, opening the fridge to stare at the almost empty shelf, making a mental note to order her groceries.

if there was anything that gave her anxiety, it was grocery shopping. there was a voice in her head that always seemed to tell her that the cashier ringing her groceries through was judging her, or that that mother with two kids in a stroller was frowning at the nutritional index of meals she hadn't even made yet.

she grabbed the plastic container with the kirkland signature logo, groaning to herself as she realized that the lettuce in her pre-made ceaser salad had gone off.

"fuck me." she muttered, throwing the entire thing in the trash before grabbing a ziploc container filled with sliced peppers, that way she had at least eaten something before she went to the party.

just in case her anxiety stamped out her appetite

her nimble fingers sailed across the keyboard as she texted clement, asking for a ride to marcus'. she had no idea where she was going, and she didn't want to be lost in london this close to the new year.

i'll be at the apartment in twenty, and i've got my girlfriend with me. she can't wait to meet you! you're going to have a great time at marcus'

she took a deep breath, reminding herself to calm down a little. it was just marcus armstrong's house. what could possibly go wrong? they're the same people she had such a great time with at silverstone, right?

_____

she regretted going to marcus' almost as soon as she walked through the doors to his massive penthouse. at the track, they could pretend that they were all the same. but not here, not out in the real world when y/n walked through the front doors of his doorman building with glass elevators, his penthouse that was bigger than even the townhouse she grew up in with her parents.

in the kitchen, marcus had stacked a sturdy tower of martini glasses. behind them, felipe drugovich was standing on a kitchen chair with a bottle of ferrari trento champagne in his arms.

"i've always wanted to do this!" the f2 champion shouted. "come on, guys. someone get this on tape!"

"dear lord, what are the twenty stooges doing now?" she groaned, leaning against the wall next to jehan daruvala.

jehan laughed. "making a champagne fountain because liam said he saw it in a movie once. felipe wanted to do the honors of puring it, and nobody wants to argue with the f2 champ, especially when he just found out he's not getting a race seat next year, but logan is."

"shit. i guess the feeder series system just isn't working like it used to."

a chorus of cheers from the kitchen island disrupted further conversation, the warm lights shining down on the last person that y/n wanted to see. god, motorsport was a small world, wasn't it?

liam lawson locked eyes with her from across the apartment, giving her a sad and sympathetic smile. she bit her lip to stop from grimacing, meekly waving back.

nobody else knew what had happened between her and liam, and she preferred to keep it that way.

"y/n!" marcus shouted, throwing his arms in the air and waving her over. "come join us!"

"have a drink." clement encouraged, trying to pass her a glass of champagne.

she shook her head. "give it to your girlfriend, novalak. i'm actually allergic to alcohol."

calan williams narrowed his eyes, skeptically sipping from his own glass. "that sounds fake."

y/n laughed, moving closer to the kitchen island. "its a genetic thing. i can't handle anything more than a cooler or a mixed drink. anything stronger will have me throwing up for hours."

"i think there's some smirnoff ice in the fridge." marcus suggested, pointing towards a large cabinet front. ayumu iwasa opened the cabinet, revealing the fridge behind it.

fucking rich people.

"what the hell, pass me one of the peach smirnoff coolers in the door."

"to felipe!" dennis hauger shouted, hefting his beer into the air, arm full of tattoos on display. "our 2022 champion!"

"and to logan, my old teammate!" liam lawson added, throwing his arm around logan sargeant's neck. liam looked drunkest of all, though it seemed like all of the drivers were a wreck. "williams racing's last hope."

she spent most of the night wandering around marcus' massive house, ducking in and out of conversations. she appreciated that the drivers were trying to help her feel at home, but there was still a small part of her that wanted to flee, to run away and sit at home with her emily henry book or watch a korean psychological thriller.

"so who's actually sticking around next year?" jack doohan asked, slumped across marcus' living room sofa. "aren't they cleaning house in f2?" his buzzcut was growing back in, his shaggy blonde hair fitting his face much better, although the look still seemed odd since the length was at that awkward stage.

"it's dennis, you, ayumu, jehan, enzo, theo, me, amaury, roy, ralph." fred vesti started counting off on his fingers, a drunken slur underneath his words if one listened carefully.

"and i'm not going anywhere any time soon!" ralph boomed. "i'm like fernando fucking alonso, motherfuckers! 2023 is going to be my year, just you wait and see!"

"yeah right! the championship is as much yours as it is clem's!" marcus shouted back with a laugh, an aperol spritz in hand as he messed with the stereo.

"oh, fuck you lot." clement laughed, curled up in an armchair with his girlfriend. "you didn't need to do me like that in front of ines, come on, have some class."

"am i forgetting about anyone?" fred hummed. "i skipped clem, but am i missing anyone else?"

"what about zane? he's coming back, yeah?" amaury suggested.

"dude, it's a miracle that you're coming back." dennis snorted. "i thought you were gone for sure after that speeding ticket fiasco. how long did you lose your license for?"

sitting on the couch in between jack and olli caldwell, she felt suffocated. she drew her arms in on herself, trying to create a bubble of space from the aussie on one side and the briton on the other. her palms felt sweaty, her chest heavy.

"are you okay?" olli asked her softly. "do you want to get out of here? we can go for a walk, take a breather?"

she nodded quickly, her voice soft. "please? i love you all, i really do, but this is a bit much."

"yeah, come on. let's grab your jacket." olli encouraged, taking her by the hand as they both slipped out of marcus' living room.

not that anybody noticed they were gone. or that they had left together.

once they were both outside, y/n felt better. the cool breeze on her face, the twinkling christmas lights that had been lit up glowing in the haze as snow began to fall gently.

"so where are you off to next year if it's not f2?" she asked, fingers still laced with olli's as they walked down the sidewalk.

"endurance, i think. alpine are still sponsoring me as a driver, so laurent has been a hige help in trying to find me something else. it's something different, and i'm looking forward to it. what about you?"

"i have no idea." she answered truthfully, dropping olli's hand. "my internship runs out before the season starts in bahrain. then it will be back to the real world, the world where i'm on my own with my five friends and my roommate. i'm hoping that toto will keep me on next year, but i also realize that he might not have that control. it would be a shame to leave, though. i feel like i've finally found my place in this world."

they stopped walking, y/n leaning against the brickwork exterior of marcus' condo complex. olli stood in front of her, hands in his jeans pockets, his breath turning into mist in the air.

"i'm sure it will all work out. and even if mercedes don't take you on, there are so many other motorsports in europe that you can try. and you'll always have us, y/n. any time you want them, i've got wec tickets for you."

"thanks, olli. really."

they drifted into a silence, somewhat easy, somewhat not. olli's hands came up to press against the wall, his face just milimeters from hers. her heart started pounding, anticipation building in her bones.

is this it? is it really happening? is olli caldwell going to kiss me?

and then he leaned in, his lips pressed against hers.

y/n y/l/n had just had her first kiss.

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"so let me get this straight, you finally got your first kiss, a boy actually wanted to go out with you, and you're turning him down?"

"well, when you put it like that!" y/n groaned, face in her hands as she slumped back in her desk chair.

it was the week after marcus armstrong's party, the group sitting in the legal department at the mercedes f1 factory in brackley. she had already told the full story, and her face was pinker than a crush cream soda.

"i just don't understand what your train of thought is here, if i'm being honest." george chuckled. "so caldwell kissed you. what's the big deal?"

"because it was my first kiss, george! i've been thinking it over all weekend, and i felt sick to my stomach when olli texted me the morning after." she groaned, running her hands over her face. "you're going to laugh at me when i tell you why."

"i promise you, we aren't going to laugh, y/n." lewis said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "all of what you're feeling is normal."

she sighed. "it didn't feel the way that the books said it was supposed to feel."

"that's your big reasoning? really?" nyck's tinny voice rang through the speaker on mick shumacher's phone. in abu dhabi, the reserve driver had officially been traded to scuderia alphatauri, and by extension, not allowed into brackley to be privy to this conversation. so, naturally, he was facetimed and looped in anyways.

"mick, can you please mute the traitor." y/n groaned, reaching for the german boy's phone before mick laughed and pulled it out of her reach to mute the call himself.

on screen, nyck was still talking.

"i know it sounds stupid, but i've felt sick about it all weekend. what am i supposed to do, guys?"

"i think that your feeling are vaild, first of all." mick began, "and that maybe olli came on too strong."

mick's finger slipped, unmuting the call enough for nyck to shout. "did i not just say that? were you not listening?"

"you have so much time, y/n." lewis said with a small smile. "but i hope you've learned something about yourself from this, yeah? maybe this was the boost of self confidence that you needed?"

she had thought about the kiss all weekend, hoping that she could make it make sense, and that she wasn't overreacting. and it's not like olli had done anything wrong, although french kissing was a little much for the first date, even when it wasn't even a date, and she was trying to convince herself that telling olli she just wanted to be friends was the best call.

and then, digging deeper, she had to ask herself if she was even ready for a relationship. because when the idea was finally breathing down her neck, the idea of olli, and going on a date, and sharing so much of herself with someone else, it scared the shit out of her.

"he put his tongue in my mouth, lewis!" she whined. "god, i sound like a child."

"he what?" a muffled voice called from the other side of her desk, followed up by a thump and frantic whispering.

"what the fuck?" y/n mumbled, getting out of her desk chair and leaning over the glass cubicle wall. "paul?"

with a shit eating grin on his face, paul aron slipped out from underneath the table, kimi antonelli just behind him. while paul didn't look the least bit apologetic, kimi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

"i am so sorry, miss. we shouldn't have been listening." the italian boy bowed his head. "but blame paul, it was his idea."

"what, i wanted the office gossip." the estonian boy shrugged. "he french kissed you, and you friendzoned him? that's a little sad."

"paul get out!" y/n snapped. "or i'll call toto and bono!"

the threat of toto wolff was enough to get kimi and paul to dart out of the room faster than the freca cars that they drove. toto didn't know about the kiss, mainly because she knew that he had otmar and laurent on speed dial and would find a way to put the fear of god into oliver caldwell for hurting his intern.

the bond that she had formed with the wolff family wasn't something she would have traded for the world. she found herself calling or texting toto's daughter rosa more often, with the two being of a similar age.

she just hoped that toto liked her enough to keep her around for another season.

"there are plenty of fish in the sea, kiddo." susie wolff added, striding into the office. "and don't worry, i'm not going to tell toto. although, paul and kimi might. take this as a learning experience. and don't take any advice from this lot." she added, whacking george in the back of the head with a file folder.

"why did i feel like that was directed at me?" the man from king's lynn groaned.

"the right boy will come when the time is right. god knows i met toto later in life. and look at us now." susie continued, pulling y/n in for a hug. "come on, we have an investor meeting with monster, and toto wants you there."

"me? he wants me in a meeting with our biggest sponsor?"

lewis laughed. "you need to start giving yourself more credit. you are so loved here, y/n. you have a future in motorsport law, a future here."

mick, lewis and george all exchanged a look, bright smiles on their faces.

"what are you not telling me? is toto keeping me on for next year?"

"we aren't allowed to say anything just yet." george started. "but, i think toto has a soft spot for you."

"put it this way: you'll know before bahrain, and you might want to pack some summer clothes." susie smiled.

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For Better or For Worse

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Loki x female reader

18+ | this fic will contain adult themes, smut, swearing, angst - I’ll continue to update. Please be aware that there may be triggering themes in future e.g. loss of child. Please do not proceed if you may be triggered.

“Well bloody get on with it.” Loki cursed, his voice echoing through the grand room as he ran his fingers through his hair. There were few things Loki disliked, one of them being having to spend time with his family, more so his brother considering that now he’d never have to see his his father again. Gently patting Lokis shoulder, Rose looked pointedly at Miss Walters who was yet to open the sealed document sitting in front of her.

“Apologies but I’m just waiting for one more person.” She answered, Lokis brows furrowing in confusion as she spoke.

“One more person? What? We’re all the old fools ever known.” Loki scoffed.

“Loki.” Frigga interjected.

“Have I lied?” Loki shrugged.

“Loki.” Thor spoke warningly as Loki continued to ramble.

“Unfortunately I cannot begin as there is another name here.” Miss Walters cut in, the room falling silent.

“Who’s?” Loki ventured.

“Oh apologies for my tardiness.” You spoke, sauntering into the room as Loki stiffened, his jaw clenching.

“Oh you’ve got to be joking.” He murmured.

“Thank you Miss Walters” you smiled at the solicitor before turning to Frigga and making your way to her “Frigga” you beamed, kissing each others cheeks before your attention was stolen by Thor standing to his feet with open arms. Practically running, you jumped into his embrace before kissing his cheek, unaware of Lokis glaring. “Thorr.” You grinned as he put you down before you finally, finally acknowledged Loki. “Loki” you spoke venomously as if the name burned to recall “and you must be his new bed warmer.” You smiled at the woman sitting next to him.

“Excuse me?” Loki spoke for her.

“I’m joking, it’s all in jest” you lied, holding your hand out to her “lovely to meet you.”

“And you are?” She questioned, looking you up and down.

“No one.” Loki answered for you at the same time as you said “his wife. Well, ex wife” you explained “we didn’t quite work out, you see, Loki has a little problem in the bedroom department and he just left me completely unsatisfied and then there’s the greasy hair and the—”

“Alright that’s enough” Loki cut in harshly before quieting his tone “my mothers present y/n and that was one time, only the once.”

“Apologies.” You smiled curtly before taking your seat for the reading of the Will.

You mainly focused on your new manicure as the Will was read considering you didn’t nor were you expecting to hear your name. You assumed anything you would have been left was taken out after the divorce, although, that wouldn’t explain why your name was still there. You focused harder on your nails as Lokis apparent girlfriend rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, occasionally pecking his cheek whenever another asset was left to Thor. You kept trying to keep focus on the expensive art decorating your nails but your eyes kept venturing to Loki. You didn’t know what to expect considering you hadn’t seen him in well over a year but it wasn’t this. He looked eerily the same, it hurt even more that he did. Last night you found yourself almost praying that he looked different, maybe shorter hair, maybe his style had changed, maybe he just carried himself differently but no, no, this was the same Loki, the one you fell in love with, the one you married, the one you lost.

“My final asset, being my estate, is to be left to y/n y/l/n.” Miss Walters read, instantly catching your attention as your eyes flew up to hers.

“W-what?” Loki questioned, outraged as he stood to his feet before turning towards Frigga and Thor. “Mother? Surely he couldn’t have made that Will with sound mind, there must be a way to contest it.” He insisted.

“I’m afraid not.” Miss Walters answered for Frigga.

“This must be a mistake, she” Loki began, pointing at you “she has no claim to this house or this family for that matter.” He continued to argue, mostly to himself as you mouthed a wow before rolling your eyes, trying to hide your own shock. This was the last thing you expected.

After a while, Miss Walters began packing her things to leave whilst you stood and made your way to Frigga who was being very quiet considering everyone else present were all speaking. Pulling up a chair next to her, you reached into your bag.

“I know it’s nothing” you began, handing her a velvet box which she took gratefully, recognising the design before you hugged her properly. “but I thought you’d want it.” You spoke into her shoulder.

“Thank you dear.” She sniffled.

“I am so, so sorry for your loss and I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”

“You’re here now. I’ve missed you.” She answered.

“I’ve missed you too.” You agreed. “And Frigga, I don’t plan on selling the estate, don’t feel you need to leave you can stay here.”

“She’s a bitch.” Rose chimed in as Loki watched your interaction with Frigga.

“Mhm.” He hummed in reply, unable to look away from you.

“Let’s go Loki.” Rose insisted, standing infront of him and blocking his view of you.

Once everyone had dispersed, you took it upon yourself to venture up to the east wing where you used to be when you were with Loki. You were unsure how it looked now and whether or not it had changed. You walked up the stairs, each step reminding you of a different memory before you turned down the hallway to the east wing. You smiled as you saw your old bedroom door, a little bit of paint scratched off near the top from when you banged a piece of furniture against it when you moved in. You opened the door, eyes scanning the room as you gasped a little, surprised that it practically looked untouched, the ghost of your memories still haunting the place. You stepped inside, fingers running over the dusty dressing table as your eyes continued scanning the room. When they landed on a photo album, you picked it up before taking your seat on the bed and flicking through the pages. Pictures of you and Loki filled each page almost bringing a tear to your eye as you ran your thumb over one of the glossy pieces of paper. You both looked so happy, you don’t remember the last time you were happy, truly happy.

You’re not sure when you laid down or when your eyes fell closed but the last thing you remembered was sitting on the same bed as you begged Loki not to go, not to leave and the heartbreak and betrayal that followed when he did go. Some memories were better left forgotten.

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For Your Eyes Only

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Hiiiiiiiii I'm back! I've been so stuck with real life things that I haven't really been writing anything but my series and then I saw this in my ideas an it kinda just all hit me at once so I just wrote it down and now it's yours. I hope you haven't missed me too much ;) Hopefully part 3 of JOY will be done soon and I can give it to you, I'm dying to get it done and post it so you can see where I want to take it. But anyways, here's this one. I hope you like it. ♥

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“No, everything’s fine. It’s fine.” He would start with himself every few minutes, repeating those same words over and over until he would fall silent again. The screen on my phone had long since blackened out, lucky for my boyfriend that my phone had been charging all night for exactly this occasion. He was always working while he was away, the occasional clicking of his keyboard the only sign of life on the other side of the static. He never took a break, never sat still long enough unless he was required to.

“Chris, didn’t you just get off stage?” My voice was groggy, being the middle of the night in my time zone starting to weigh on my eyelids more and more the longer we talked. The silk of my own sheets had grown foreign, unfamiliar compared to the worn, cotton sheets of Chan’s bed. I practically lived over there now, half his dresser drawers had my things in them. His shared bathroom had four drawers next to the sink, which now held Chan’s hairbrush and my collection of face masks that he liked to do with me. My toothbrush was kept in a travel case tucked in with a small hairbrush of my own, kept safely away from Chan’s serums and vitamins he needed to keep himself healthy. 

“You know the only reason I ever slow down is because you force me to. I don’t feel like I can  unless I’m being told to by a very pretty girl who threatens to sit on me unless I step away from my computer. Not that I would mind that…” His voice trails off, his lingering suggestiveness sending shivers straight down my back. 

“Well, unfortunately I’m not there to threaten you to sleep. I’m stuck behind this device that lets me talk to you when you’re so far from me.” I tucked my blanket even further under my chin, itching for the comfort of his warmth while settling for the empty space. 

“Yes, how dare you be so far from me.” Hearing his smile through his words was the only way I knew he was okay. With all his work piling up all the time, it was the little things I had to look for as signals. 

“Why are you working right now if you just got off stage though, baby? Come lay down with me.” 

“What were you saying before? Why were you saying everything’s fine?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before, you kept saying everything’s fine, that it was okay.”

“Oh, did I? I didn’t even notice. Don’t worry about it, it’s…”

“FIne?”

A pause. “Yeah.” He sighed, deflating. 

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Talk to me?” A longer pause.

“I just don’t want to dump it all on you. It’s my weight to carry, not yours.”

“You might think that but that’s not how I feel. That’s what a partnership is. Your bullshit is my bullshit, so to speak. And my bullshit is your bullshit. Do you feel like I’m dumping on you when I tell you what’s happening at work?”

“No, not at all. I love when you tell me that stuff.”

“Exactly. So lay it all on me. Let me carry some of your bullshit. Or else you’ll be crushed by the weight of it. Please? I want to hear it. It helps me feel close to you when I can’t be right there with you all the time. I want it all, I want the good stuff and the bad stuff. Show me everything. Every bad thought, everything you couldn’t and can’t show anyone else. That’s what I'm here for.”

This silence was different, like he was collecting his thoughts to finally let them tumble out. 

“It’s just hard, ya know? Sometimes it feels like it’s all on me. Like our success depends just on me. And I know it doesn’t, but sometimes it feels like that.” And on and on he went, telling me about the depth of the weight on his shoulders, how his relationships have been suffering because of it. His parents always tell him how proud they are, but it never quite feels the same. 

“I miss them, so much it hurts me when they call. But I barely have time to talk because of the amount of work piling up. The public decisions that need to be made, the tracks that still need to be done, things it feels like only I can do so it’s only on me.”

“You haven’t told any of them this, have you.” It wasn’t a question, really. I knew he wouldn’t because-

“No, I don’t want them to have to worry about this stuff.” There it is.

“Baby, you can’t keep all of this to yourself though. They’re grown adults, they can handle it. You have to trust them enough to know that. They’ve asked, haven’t they? I know they have. Let them carry some of the load. It may have started as your group, you may have put it together but it’s all of yours now. It’s time to share the responsibility, Chris. It’s okay. You’re allowed to lighten your load, even if it’s bit by bit.” 

He took a deep inhale and let it out. “If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.”

“It’s where you belong.”

“You’re like the other half of me that got taken and then just put into another person. I'm only at this comfort level with you." I heard the sheets rustle as he finally laid down. I smiled at that thought.

“I’m missing half of me when we’re apart.” 

“And it makes me sad, my love.”

“Just get through this next month and then we’ll take a week off and go anywhere you want, just the two of us.” It was a nice idea, knowing he would agree then it wouldn’t happen because he would get bored and start working again anyways. But I could dream.

“Yeah, I’d like to explore around here some more if I could. Take pictures of everything I would want to show you and send them to you. You’d love it here.”

“Where are you guys again?”

“Jakarta.”

‘Well, if you do get a day off there, find something you can bring home. Add it to my ever-growing collection.” I glanced over at my own dresser, filled with trinkets of things he would bring back for me from every place he went for work. Little figurines, patches of beautiful cloth, necklaces and chains with pendants attached all scattered the top. I had made a new open spot for whatever he would bring me this time, not knowing how big or long of a space it would need. 

“I’ve already got it for you. I think you’re really going to love it.” His voice was getting deeper now, his words becoming slower as they reached my ears. 

“Oh yeah? Are you going to tell me anything else or do I have to guess?”

“I’m not telling you anything, you’re just going to have to be patient.” The smirk was palpable through the speaker of my phone. I shook my head as much as I could with my cheek flat against my pillow. 

“You’re so rude.”

“I miss you too.”

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Cosy cuddles

Bob x reader

Summary: After your very heated introduction with Bob, he was all you needed to find happiness again.

Warnings: fluffy, sweet Bob

A/N: it's a short one, I'm having a hard time writing fluffy things at the moment. Sorry for possible typos, keep in mind English is not my first language.

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How they met: beautiful angel

One date had quickly turned into two and the count was now on ten. Most dates had ended in one of your bedrooms, or somewhere on the way, cause yeah, you were just too damn addicted to each other and everything was just perfect. It was needless to say you had a bunch of your stuff over at Bob's place and vice versa.

The dates were now turning into stay overs, walking hand in hand on the beach, meeting with his friends -and sometimes bringing your friend/coworker with you for Phoenix- at the Hard Deck, the more typical boyfriend-girlfriend things. His work did as you promised him not form a hardship in your relationship, as you always found a way to make it work. If it was hard to find a moment to meet, you were sending voice messages to each other, sometimes just sleeping next to each other was the only free moment you had together, but that didn't matter, you were with each other and that was all what mattered.

His friends were had welcomed you immediately in their group, making you feel like one of them and not the new one. They were all incredibly friendly, maybe a bit weird, but all so wonderful. On the side, they had stopped crashing parties.

You can say with your hand on your heart you were feeling the happiness you actually deserved.

Today was one of your date days. He asked to meet you after work to firstly eat an ice cream, it was one of the things you had discovered you had in common, a sweet tooth and your love for eating ice creams at the beach. It was wonderful letting your feet get sucked in the wet sand, the water washing over your feet and occasionally splashing some water at each other. Afterwards he had chosen Italian for dinner in the cosiest restaurant you had ever seen. It was small, with the classic red and white squared table cloth, a little flower on the table and the room lit up with warm light. The day had been perfect, even more than perfect, but there was something lingering on your mind and it made you a bit scared. Bob had proven up until now he was different, that he didn't want to loose you either. But with your history, you needed reassurance sometimes. Normally you'd love it when Bob started attacking you with kisses, knowing where that would lead up to. But today was different.

"I'm sorry Robby I need you, but not in that way." You said with a quiet voice.

"Snuggle time angel?" Bob knew you already enough after two months to what you meant most of the times. He picked you up bridal style to his bed, you burying your nose in his t-shirt, loving how he felt and smelled. He let you change in one of his shirts and joined you on his bed. You were laying curled up, face to face and legs intertwined, feeling his warm hand on your waist. This was what you needed at times and Bob was able to provide it to you without the need to say it with words.

"You don't need to be scared my angel." You snuggled up even closer, letting your head rest on his chest.

"What if I'm not enough Robby?"

"Oh my sweet angel, you are more then enough, you are perfect. I promise you." You laid your head on his chest, immediately calming down from hearing his heartbeat. He has been the only person ever be able to make you feel at ease this quickly, his soft touches, his sweet voice, his carefulness, the way he understood you. Before you could register it all, a deep slumber took over you and lead you to dreamland.

" I love you beautiful angel, always." Bob whispered before falling asleep too.

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33. you are such a nerd

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Hoard

Eddie sprawled on his stomach across Chrissy’s white eyelet comforter and peered over the edge of the bed, like the invisible Bilbo peeping at Smaug. All around herself, his girlfriend (someday he would stop italicizing that word in his mind, but today was not that day) had spread a veritable dragon’s hoard of paper, folders, notebooks, flashcards, pencil cases, and pens of all colors on the pink shag carpet. 

Sitting cross-legged in her running sweats, framed in a patch of afternoon sunlight, Chrissy looked luminous as she carefully pried open the lid of a box of new pencils as if it were a treasure chest.

“Tell me again,” Eddie said.

He pushed up the long sleeves of his T-shirt and rested his chin on the heels of both hands in what he hoped was a coquettish and distracting manner, his jean-clad legs bent and kicking his socked feet behind him like he was at an honest-to-god Annette Funicello pajama party. 

“Why are you doing this, exactly?”

Chrissy gave him the briefest of eye rolls, because she’d already started to explain on their way upstairs…though she’d been interrupted when they’d passed the Cunningham household’s actual dragon, who’d bellowed after them, “Door stays open!” Eddie could almost feel the mistrust billowing like acrid steam from Laura’s sewing room. Well, the old reptile would get used to him sooner or later. Or not. 

“Make fun all you want,” Chrissy huffed (oh, she was cute when she was miffed at him, and maybe he shouldn’t rile her up, but he was a dumbass still getting used to having her undivided attention, so sue him if he occasionally resorted to his old habits of poking and prodding and other sorts of ill-advised provocation, and anyway, she didn’t seem to mind). “But it’s the end of spring break.”

With that, Chrissy pinned him with a friendly glare, as if a reminder of the calendar date should’ve made everything crystal clear. 

Smirk (and dimples) still firmly in place, she broke the eraser off one of those brand new pencils, an unexpected act of violence that made Eddie’s eyebrows shoot upward. She tossed the nub into the flowery little trash can under her desk. Then she grabbed a fat, pink, arrowhead-shaped cap eraser from a pile of them and twisted it onto the top of the pencil. 

“Ah, I see,” said Eddie, not seeing at all. 

Chrissy only laughed at his confused expression, so he lay flat on his chest, chin on the bed’s edge, letting his arms dangle so he could fiddle with the felt tip pens scattered on the carpet. He stole a glance at Chrissy and pondered why one eraser might be somehow inherently better than another, so much so that she had to amputate and reattach, like some nerdy bookworm version of Mary Shelley.

“School starts back in a couple of days, right?” Chrissy went on as she attacked the next pencil.

“Uh-huh.” 

Eddie shoved aside her big green binder and slid his fingertips along the pens as he lined them up, orange and purple and red and blue—

Bonk! Another brand new nub landed in the trash can, and another cap eraser got reamed by a wooden writing instrument.

“I always reorganize my school supplies after fall break, Christmas break, and spring break. It helps me stay focused.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he bullshitted, as if he had any idea about systems for focusing.

He arranged the pens according to the colors of the rainbow, remembering Roy G. Biv, the acronym his seventh grade art teacher had taught for the progression of colors. But Chrissy owned way more than the seven basic shades here. There were at least two dozen. Did she carry these to school every day in a pencil case, a small treasure trove in her pink backpack?

“I love school supplies,” she gushed, continuing her mutilation of the pristine set of Ticonderogas, popping off a dozen heads one by one and replacing them with bloated Frankenstein ones.

He knew she had a thing about control, and Eddie had seen her do her fair share of feverish erasing in the two classes they shared this year. But were twelve cap erasers really necessary?

Messing with the felt tips on the floor, he must’ve asked that last bit out loud, because Chrissy said tightly, “Oh, you know. Just in case I need to correct a lot.”

Oops. He’d touched a nerve. He needed a distraction.

“I bet you pack five extra pairs of underwear for every overnight trip,” he mused, “just in case you have a blowout.”

“Ew!” she squealed.

An eraser nub hit him square between the eyes, which made him flinch and blink. 

“Seriously, Eddie.  Are blowouts something I should worry about?”

“Oh, I dunno. Hang around with me long enough—”

A larger arrowhead eraser smacked him on the cheek. He caught it before it fell off the bed, stuck it on his pinky, and made it speak over Chrissy’s giggles.

“Look, lady,” he Muppet-squeaked, “you have an eraser problem. And possibly an underwear problem. You need help!”

Chrissy pointed to his pinky. “Speak not to me, nor my Trapper Keeper, ever again. You’re just jealous of my loot.” 

“I have absolutely no use for dragon-guarded treasures,” Eddie murmured, quoting Tolkien as he slipped the eraser from his pinky and laid it reverently in Chrissy’s outstretched hand, “and the whole lot could stay here for ever, if only I could wake up and find this beastly tunnel was my own front-hall at home.”

Watching him, Chrissy’s eyes glimmered, prettier than any gemstones. His cheeks warmed. 

It was something to be looked at by her, wasn’t it? To be admired? He dropped his gaze back down to the pens he was arranging and hoped his face wasn’t too red.

“That’s it.” The words were barely a breath.

Eddie’s gaze rose again to find Chrissy staring down at her hoard of loot, hands upturned helplessly on her knees, the arrowhead eraser still in the center of her palm like the One Ring.

He tried to match her hushed tone. “What?”

“That’s how I feel. All the time. This house. All my things. It’s just…stuff.”

And she had no other home but this beastly one.

Eddie's heart pinched.

“Come up here,” he said.

She did, lying on her stomach next to him, chin resting on her folded arms as she watched him arrange the felt tips into different configurations with one hand. Gravity made his veins bulge a little; they looked knobbly and greenish-blue in the bright light from her window. His hand could almost be a pale dragon skittering over its mountain of treasure.

He didn’t know what to say, because he couldn’t say what he wanted to.

Come away with me. Let me be your treasure. You are already mine.

Leaning into her with one shoulder, he reached awkwardly into his front pocket and scrounged for the ever-present handful of mismatched polyhedral die, which he tossed to the floor, a field of shimmering stars around what he’d written across the landscape of her Pepto-Bismol carpet.

“Wait.” Chrissy’s head lifted from her forearms. She blew her bangs out of her eyes. “Does that say—”

It did indeed. Eddie had arranged her plethora of pens to read 

NERD

“You are such a nerd,” he whispered, creasing his brow and dipping his chin for emphasis. He wondered if she could somehow read on his face what he was really thinking.

Chrissy looked back at him and smiled like he’d just placed a crown on her head. He swallowed. Maybe she could read his thoughts. Eddie tucked her lovely smile away into his own mental hoard, for safekeeping.

“Takes one to know one,” she said, cutting the inhalation for his retort short with a kiss.

He nodded his fervent agreement until her widening grin made further kissing more difficult, but not impossible.

The eraser lay forgotten on the floor with the rest of the hoard. 

[weissaddams]

Date with Death

Chapter 3

Wednesday Addams rarely failed at anything in her twenty-two years on this massive rock called Earth.

She failed to save Nero.

She failed to uncover Tyler as the Hyde before things became exponentially worse.

She failed to stop her heart from falling in love with Enid Sinclair.

The raven refused to add anything more to that list. Specifically anything even remotely related to waking up a nocturnal vampire. She was sorely tempted to stuff a roll of garlic bread into the vampire’s mouth, but that would surely hinder the girl’s ability to walk down the aisle as the maid of honor.

Enid would be sad were that to happen. Wednesday was left with no other choice when the vampire refused to get up yet again. 

She set the bed on fire.

Well, she would have liked to. Instead she had to settle for pouring ice water all over Yoko’s face. Only slightly making sure she didn’t drown herself somehow.

“What the fuck!”

“Welcome to the land of the living, Tanaka.”

“Addams!”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“You would be surprised how easy of a feat that would be today.”

Wednesday gave a quick nod to a very amused Divina before promptly walking back to the suite’s kitchen to return the glass she borrowed for the water. She could faintly hear the siren’s chuckles as she calmed down her nocturnal girlfriend. 

All was well.

For now.

She was left with nothing to do or anyone to talk to as Enid was called on by one of the photographers. The raven idly wandered into the music room. Acoustic plywood, soundproof panels and sound curtains. Ah. Maybe she should have brought her cello for one last performance.

She settled for the grand piano. Steinway & Sons. Shiny but dusty.

Wednesday sat behind the keys as she opened the lid. There was nothing sadder for an instrument than to be displayed instead of brought to its full potential. She had no doubt that most visitors who could afford the penthouse suite would be able to play some music, but an instrument of this quality deserved more than just dust and the occasional love song. 

She let her hands do as they please, pressing into the keys, no actual piece in mind when Bianca Barclay emerged from another room, all dressed up and ready for the make-up team. Though, the raven wondered if anything more could be done to enhance a siren's naturally alluring features. 

“I didn’t know you could play the piano.”

“My mother taught me. I just happened to resonate with the cello more.”

“Couldn’t fit one in Ophelia Hall dorms?”

“The floor would have collapsed under the weight.”

“Just like you’re trying not to now?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Happy human beings don't play Kreisler’s Liebesleid, Addams.”

Oh. Was that the piece she was playing? How... appropriate. 

“I do not consider myself happy or human, but your curiosity begs the question, why do you know the piece?”

Deflection. What were the lyrics Enid kept singing at godawful hours in their dorm? Ah. Conceal, don’t feel.

“This doesn’t seem like you at all.”.

"And what exactly do I seem like?”

“Like the love of your life is getting married, but not to you.”

Wednesday chuckled darkly but continued to play. Bianca seemed content to listen. No, Enid was not getting married to her and that, decidedly, was best for everyone. Wednesday had long since made peace with it.

The siren often forgot that Wednesday was only human. A formidable and feared outcast, sure, but still quite human though she didn't consider herself as much. It seemed even ravens weren't immune to heartbreak. The piece ends and Bianca feels her own heart clench painfully at the sad smile on Wednesday’s face. 

“You’re many things, Wednesday, but you’re not a coward. You still have at least a few hours to tell her.”

“There is nothing to tell, Bianca. I was simply passing the time.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When have I never?”

“Today’s a good a day as any to start being wrong, Wednesday.”

Wednesday knew Bianca easily saw through her poker face, but there wasn’t much she could say to keep the siren from pushing. It would be best to reply with silence. It was fortunate that Enid walked into the room when she did.

“Hi, girls!”

The dour mood immediately changed thanks to the sunny werewolf and Bianca quickly followed her lead. What was that saying? You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink?

“Enid, did you know Wednesday could play?”

“The piano? Oh yeah and she’s really good! She always plays me a few songs whenever I visit the Addams’ Manor during our breaks.”

Bianca raised an eyebrow and all but gloated in front of Wednesday upon hearing this little snippet of information she so conveniently kept under wraps. She never should have even asked. Enid always spent a few weeks over the year at the Addams’ manor. Personally invited by Wednesday and/or her family. Of course the werewolf knew about Wednesday’s apparent ability to master just about any instrument. 

“Why aren’t  you preparing?” Wednesday intervened as the blonde werewolf sat beside her on the stool, close enough that they were pressed against each other even though there was plenty of space on each side.

She was now dressed in what seemed to be a loose, white dress that ended at her knees, blonde hair softly dried and with the new bracelet very noticeable on her wrist. Along with the engagement ring from Ajax, of course.

“They said they’d prepare me last. Divina is first up. Yoko is taking a bath so I think Bianca’s next. They took a few photos but they said I’m free until then.”

The siren eyed the way Enid’s hands started pressing down on the keys. Wrist up and loose as her fingers flew about the piano. Another piece Bianca recognized. Salut D’Amour.

“Didn’t know you could play, too.” Bianca leaned in slightly.

Wednesday and Enid certainly looked good together. She couldn’t keep convincing herself otherwise as Wednesday liked to do to herself and everyone else. Ajax was a good guy, but how did he ever hope to match up to this?

Only Enid Sinclair could enthrall Wednesday Addams like this. Like she plucked the moon from the sky and gave it to the raven when all she was really doing was playing the piano.

“Wednesday taught me.” Enid smiled at her as she continued playing, even giving the raven a slight nudge to get her to join in.

“Really?” Bianca inquired.

“Yes. Enid was certainly dedicated to learn some sort of music during our last two summers at Nevermore.”

“Why? I always thought singing was more your thing.”

“Singing is fun, but I saw Mrs. Addams accompany Wednesday when she played the cello. I thought it would be neat if I could do that for Wednesday, too. Turns out I still need to put in a few more years of practice for that.”

“That’s not true. You’ve accompanied me plenty.”

“I don’t think it counts as plenty when I only learned on piece, Wends. I was only able to play so much because you practiced with me for hours every day during those summers.”

Well, Wednesday could argue that it did, in fact, count. Their rendition of Salut D’Amout was certainly nothing to scoff at. She'd personally witnessed the effort Enid put into learning to play. There were days she would not stop until Morticia encouraged her to rest or Wednesday invited her for a walk.

“I think I’ll go make sure Yoko hasn’t fallen asleep in the bath. I’ll come get you when it’s your turn, Enid.”

Bianca gave them a small smile before walking away. Enid gave her a quick thumbs up and Wednesday nodded and gave her what seemed like a grateful look. It was hard to tell.

Saluit D’Amour was literally French for “Hello, my love.”

Enid and Wednesday apparently accompanied each other for Salut D’Amour. A piece originally written as the composer’s gift to his future wife for their engagement. 

They were even dressed in black and white and Bianca would have been blind not to notice the matching Es on Enid’s new bracelet and Wednesday’s signet ring. It made no sense and at the same time it made so, so much sense.

Bianca could only conclude one thing. They were hopeless.

She wasn’t one to interfere, though. Maybe a little bit? At least?

Sure, this was something they had to figure out by themselves, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask the hired photographer to take a few candid shots of Enid and Wednesday at the piano.

For... the wedding album. Surely.

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Date With Death master post

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All the chapters are in the master post up there!

This fic is really just me indulging myself. I’ve always been an angst writer because it’s very easy to draw from heartbreak. I can’t promise any consistency but I have ideas in mind that I will certainly be writing out. Still on the fence about making an AO3 account. I love reading and discussing in comments, though, so I might actually make an account.

I linked Liebesleid and Salut D’Amour. Try to start listening once the piece is mentioned in the fic. It adds angst, I promise!

Saluit D’Amour isn’t a beginner piece but for the sake of the plot, let’s say Enid managed to accompany Wednesday by the end of that summer. I’ve read the sheet music for the piano and it would take a lot of practice for a beginner but it’s very doable.

Also, watch how the women in the video play. I imagine Enid and Wednesday’s movements to be about the same. 

And yes I got Liebesleid from watching YLIA. It’s Kousei’s rendition in the anime. Go watch it, too, if you haven’t already! Full of angst.

[moonchildquinn]

request: Can you write something for either Joe or Tom or Eddie your choice! Where their so is on their period! I'm on mine and I'm dying lol

alright here it is! i chose Tom bc who doesn’t need Tommy boy as a sweet boyfriend while on their period? i hope i gave you what you wanted! also if you want to be tagged at anytime when i post let me know!

summary: you’re on your period and it feels like your cramps are ready to take you out. Your new boyfriend Tom just wants to help out

warnings: talk of periods, talks of nausea, just all around fluff <3 if i missed anything let me know!

That Time of Month - Tom Grant x Fem!Reader

You had been laying in a ball on Tom’s bed since you woke up. You were supposed to work today but forget that, your cramps were awful and you felt nauseous from the pain of them. Work was not on the table at all.

“Love? You getting ready?” You hear your boyfriend Tom call from the living room.

“No.” You whine out and turn your head into the pillow. You hear his footsteps coming into the room.

“What’s going on?” He asked you. You glance over to him and see him leaning against the wall.

“It’s, well you know.” You didn’t exactly want to say what it was. I mean not that there was anything wrong with being on your period, but your relationship with Tom was still new and you didn’t exactly know how he would feel about you talking about it.

“I don’t, come on get up, Shirley is going to be pissed if you don’t show up.” He says trying to pull the blanket off of you.

“Tom, please.” You whine.

“Right, explain then.” He says and you sigh.

“I’m on my period, and the cramps at times can be overwhelming and I get nauseous occasionally due to them.” You say and it falls silent. You’re worried you made him uncomfortable now. He lets go of the blanket and climbs into bed with you. “What are you doing?”

“Staying here with you.” He says. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh. Obviously Tom wasn’t new to this, I mean he’s had a girlfriend before so he knows, but he doesn’t remember Ruth getting like this, he wanted to comfort you.

“What about Shirley?” You asked him though making no signs of trying to push him away.

“Shirley can fuck right off. Do you need anything?” He asked you. He places he hand on your stomach and you move it a bit lower to where the pain was and he starts rubbing you there.

“Some pressure please.” You say. He adds some pressure and you sigh a little. It hurt still but some relief was there as well. “Well since you asked, I could go for some ice cream.”

“Okay, do you want me to get that now?” He asked you.

“Yes please.” You say. He kisses your cheek and gets up. “Oh and can you get some chocolate as well?”

“Of course, love.” He says changing out of his work shirt and into his grey hoodie you loved so much. He walks into the living room and you adjust yourself so you could look at him. He was putting his boots on and glanced up at you and smiles. He comes back in the room again and gives you a fat kiss before he leaves. He gets to the store and goes to the candy isle first. He grabs all of your favorites then makes his way to the isle with feminine products. He stood there for a good five minutes not knowing what to get you at all. What was the difference with this stuff anyway? Now this he never did but he felt he needed to for you. He’s seen the boxes hidden in your bags when you would stay the night with him but he didn’t know exactly what they were.

“Need some help?” Tom looks over to see an older woman approaching him. He becomes red in the face as he clearly been got looking at everything confused.

“Uh, yes actually my girlfriend is well you know and I don’t know what to get.” He says shyly. The older woman chuckles a little.

“Well my daughter prefers these but she gets both.” She says grabbing two different boxes. Tom grabs them and smiles.

“Thanks.” He says.

“No problem, also might want to get a few other snacks as well, cravings are a nightmare.” She says. He nods his head and she says goodbye. He grabs the basket and goes to the snack isle and grabs all of your favorites. He finally gets the ice cream as well and heads to check out. As he does he sees flowers and grabs them. He pays for everything and finally heads back to his place.

“Love, I’m back.” He says walking through the door. You were now say up, leaning forward.

“Hi.” You say quietly.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Cramps again, they come and go.” You say. You look up and see everything he got. “Flowers?”

“Yea, I thought looking at them would brighten your day.” He says.

“Thank you love, you’re so sweet to me.” You say. His face gets red and he smiles while looking down.

“I also got some other snacks and um these.” He grabs the boxes out of the bag and sets them in front of you.

“How’d you know what to get?” You tease.

“Some help, they’re correct right? That old woman didn’t set me up did she?” He asked.

“Calm down Tommy, they’re fine.” You say. You open the boxes and grab what you need. It was perfect actually since you had just ran out earlier. You go to the bathroom and come back out to all the snacks laid out on the bed and Tom lying there waiting for you. You smile at him and climb back into bed. He grabs the ice cream and a spoon and hands them to you.

“If I need to get more let me know.” He says. You lean over and kiss the tip of his nose, his cheeks and then his lips. He smiles instantly causing you to smile as well.

“Thank you, what ever did I do to deserve you?” You ask him.

“Run into me as you tried to hide from Kai.” He laughs and you join in. Yea that day was probably the worst days. You were new and Kai hadn’t been so kind.

“And what you knew then I needed to be yours?” You ask him.

“Yes, yes I did.” He says again making you smile. He kisses your cheek as you eat your ice cream. Your period was not the last thing on your mind, for now.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Same anon who requested the linzer fic and it was so cute I adored it!!! Should make an anon name for myself....snow anon maybe? Or maybe something else? Idk! Btw saw your introduction post and I'm also autistic so I understand need for detailing and I usually try to pack detail into something unless my brain battery is low lol! But for now...I got another request for ya!

Autistic female reader x Shining glitter and I got 3 scenarios cooked up! I'll let you choose or maybe we can do multiple in seprate requests if you end up wanting to do more than one and I can request it again or idk...sorry if this is weird to offer, i just find em all cute....all are possible things Shining glitter comes home to when they come back from a tour that they don't take y/n on because they know y/n would probably get overwhelmed:

1. Shining glitter coming back from a tour to find that y/n stayed up late to welcome her home and is very drowsy so Shining glitter has to put them to bed despite y/n wanting to welcome them home with some time to spend together...maybe Shining glitter has to sing them to sleep in order for them to be unable to fight the eepiness anymore!

2. Shining glitter comes home to y/n greeting them like an excited puppy, happily stimming and rushing at them with hugs and cute couple stuff ensues...maybe involving Shining glitter singing to calm y/n down if they think y/n is getting a little over excited since their singing always calms them down.

3. Shining glitter surprises y/n by coming home earlier than they expected and surprising y/n with their favorite food, favorite board/card/video game set up, and just watches as y/n comes out from their room to see the surprise! Happy stims ensues and happy girlfriends have fun together!

Hope you like these and have fun!

Of course! Snow anon totally works! Gonna throw these into a blender and make something outta it, hope that's okay! :D

You sat on the couch, having put the dinner you cooked in the microwave as you waited tiredly. Your girlfriend was coming home, so you wanted her to have a warm welcome! She'd been gone a while, so you wanted to make sure she felt welcomed!

You almost started to doze off before you perked up, hearing the sound of a pair of familiar keys turning in the door's lock. The door opened and your girlfriend stepped in. "Honey, I'm-" She was cut off as you tackle-hugged her.

"Oh! Hello! How long have you been waiting for me, love?" She asked, laughing softly.

"Since you texted!" You smiled tiredly. The smell of dinner wafted through your shared apartment and Shining Glitter Cookie sighed in relief.

"Mmm....something smells good...what'd ya make?" She asked, picking you up and carrying you into the dining room with her.

"Your favorite! Hot Jelly Stew with bubbly boba to drink!" You smiled. "The food is in the microwave, the drinks are in the fridge!"

Shining Glitter set you down in your typical seat, going to grab your dinner. "Yours is the one without the pearls, I'm guessing?" She asked.

"Mhm, you know me! It's a sensory sensation I can never really handle, ha ha..." She dropped your dinner off, kissing the top of your head.

"That's okay! I know it isn't something everyone can handle!" She giggled. The two of you ate dinner together, occasionally making small talk, which was mostly just you asking how your girlfriend's tour went.

After dinner, she carried you into your shared bedroom, you giggling and basically infodumping about how much you loved your girlfriend's music and how if and when you got married, you wanted to see if the music played could be hers.

Eventually, it got to be bedtime, but you were still going. Shining Glitter loved you, but she wanted sleep, so she just sorta...pulled you under the covers, singing softly to get you to calm down, eventually getting you to calm down enough to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, love~" And she kissed the top of your head, falling asleep with you.

Hope you enjoy! :D

[justleisha-deniyor]

congratulations on 300 followers, lovely! ❤ your content is amazing and i hope more people get to see more of it!! may i get a match up with either the villainess is a marionette or the way to save the female lead's older brother ( only the males )?

i'm the sweetest girl to be around as noted by my friends and family. always giving out genuine compliments and being quite affectionate, specifically to those closest to me. a good listener as well especially with the good advice that comes with it. been told that my patience is a blessing, especially with younger kids and babies. i do fuss over a lot of people but i just want my loved ones to take care of themselves. i can occasionally be witty unknowingly and i do have my dark humor. i'm not very good at taking care of myself but i am trying. very lazy which contrasts with my perfectionist side of me. since i'm usually tired, you'll find me in bed more often than you think either sleeping, on my phone, or reading a book. stormy days are my favorite type of weather which does surprise a lot of people.

not sure if you want my appearance, but i shall give! i stand at the height of five feet two inches so not very tall. i'm a light skinned desi girl who gets tanned very easily but i love that. i have long dark brown hair which i like to play around with and light brown eyes that almost look the color of gold when facing the sun.

i hope this helps! congrats on 300 followers again!! ❤

Thank you for your compliments love! Oh and thanks for participating it means so much to me <3

(Please run to me as soon as you get bored of these characters)

I pair you with Raphael Kedrey from The Villainess Is A Marionette!

You would actually have a pretty good relationship with Rezef too, but Rezef- uh? He's a bit of an insufferable man.

First of all, Raphael believes that God made you for him and he will say that meeting you was the best thing he's ever done in his life.

Raphael is a loyal and sweet lover. He really likes someone to take care of him! You could swear you have dog ears with you, just like when you're with Cayena.

He doesn't care what his mother thinks, and to be honest, he is deaf to anyone around him who says bad words about your relationship.

Raphael is hungry for touch because he hates when anyone else touches him, and as long as you let him, he strokes your hair that he loves the color, lays it in his lap and loves you at every opportunity.

Yes, she hasn't touched someone in a long time and now her love language is physical, she believes that the kind of love shown in the physical way is the best aspect of showing love.

A tough and cold knight on the face of it, this man is a cinnamon roll for you.

I pair you with Jeremy Agriche of The Way To Save The Female Lead's Older Brother!

Baby Jeremy- This is my personal opinion of course but I think Jeremy would follow his girlfriend like baby ducks.

Unlike Dion, who is always busy, Jeremy has quite a bit of free time. He's also less bloodthirsty than Jeremy Dion, so I'm pairing you with Jeremy, not Dion. The person I matched with isn't Cassis because Jeremy needs you more. :<

Just like Raphael, Jeremy would fall in love with your lovely aura. You are beautiful, sweet, kind.. Who will she fall in love with if she will not fall in love with you?

Now- Agriches have a bit of sidekick in their nature. It's also true that Jeremy is a neglected child, so he threatens anyone who comes between you in your relationship.

This was one of the reasons he was with his older sister Roxana and took over the Duchy of Agriche. He could not make her suffer by marrying his lover under his father's captivity.

When you develop a very close relationship with Jeremy, he will show you his vulnerable side and also trust you blindly.

You are the only one in your heart of both island men <3

[lumosatnight]

Day 23: Ride Me

Riding a person was similar to riding a broom.

@kinktober2023 day 23: Facesitting

Millicent/Cho, E, 500 words

Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Overstimulation

For @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad, my facesitting fanatic friend lol.

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Riding a person was similar to riding a broom. It was all about the cant of the hips, the clench of the thighs.

In some aspects, it was easier. She didn’t have to worry about falling off. She didn’t have to worry about running into a tree and causing irreparable damage.

But in other aspects, it was harder.

The dismount, for example.

“Millie… Millie, please,” Cho begged, her naked chest heaving. She was covered in sweat and bodily fluids, she didn’t know whose at this point. 

Millicent’s grip was unrelenting, holding her up, pushing her down. Her tongue flicked across Cho’s clit, and she jerked feebly. She’d come so many times her eyes were starting to cross through the tears.

“I can’t… I’m —”

Millicent sucked greedily at Cho’s cunt. Cho’s entire body spasmed, nearly falling off the bed, but Millicent held her firmly, forcing her to continue riding her face. It was slick with juices, shiny from where her saliva had mixed with Cho’s slick.

“Just let me… let me down… just for a second…” Millicent hummed around her clit. “Oh gods, it’s too much… I can’t…”

Millicent pulled back briefly to take a breath. She had inordinately strong lungs, but she still needed to breathe occasionally. And thank Merlin for that.

“One more and we’ll take a break. Show me such a good girl you can be, and give me one more.”

Cho shuddered. She loved being Millicent’s good girl, and Millicent knew it too.

“That’s it. Ride my face, my good girl.”

Cho’s hips moved without her control, rocking back and forth over Millicent’s probing tongue. Millicent’s hand moved down to caress her arse, kneading one cheek gently.

But it wasn’t enough. After so many times already, she needed more. She needed something else.

“Please,” Cho said, “you fingers… I need them… please.”

“Where?” asked Millicent, her hand dipping lower into the crease of her arse, lingering but not entering. Not yet.

“Inside… inside me.”

“Where?” Millicent asked again. “Here?” She lightly pushed a finger between Cho’s puffy lips, up the slick, hot muscles of her vagina. When she pulled them out, they were wet and slippery. “Or here?” She circled Cho’s anus, circling the small pucker with a blunt nail.

“Y-Yessss,” Cho mewled and renewed her efforts, rocking her hips harder and trying to force Millicent’s finger inside.

Millicent thrust in with her tongue, and pushed into Cho’s arse with a single finger, breaching the ring of tightness.

Cho cried out, her system overloaded with pleasure, tears cascading down. It fizzled through her like fireworks, setting every nerve ending alight, before dissipating and plunging her into the dark cocoon of unconsciousness.

-♦️-

Cho woke sometime later with her head on Millicent’s shoulder, her muscles sore and aching.

“Good evening, love,” Millicent said as Cho stretched groggily. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

Cho leaned up to kiss her girlfriend, short and sweet and nothing like their filthy tongue-filled exploits from earlier.

“No,” she replied, “it was perfect.”

Also read it on AO3!

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[agentstarkid]

WHO COULD DENY THESE BUTTERFLIES? ✦ LN4

✦ debrief: Amidst the chaos of fans, races, and unexpected encounters, they are forced to confront what they truly want—and whether they're brave enough to reach for it.

✦ pairing: lando norris x karateka!reader

✦ checkered flag: 7.7k words

✦ pit board: female!reader, latina!reader, no use of Y/N, no use of physical description, friends to lovers (hold on, we're getting there), the green-eyed monster makes an appearance, fluff and a little bit of angst, flirting, slow burn (i'm tryinggg), mutual pining.

✦ may's radio: PART THREE, BABYYYY! Truly obsessed with Lando and his "this is my girlfriend, she's a world champion". We love a supportive (simp) boy in this house <3 And everyone knows but these two idiots :) Tried to fit the whole weekend in one chapter but it was getting too long and my anxiety was being a bitch, so enjoy this humble meal I'm offering you, eat up babes, buen provecho!

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As the plane touched down in Austin, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside her. The city, buzzing with the anticipation of the upcoming Grand Prix, felt electric, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the weekend had in store. This wasn’t just any race—it was the first time she’d see Lando since their flirty texts had left her second-guessing everything. As she stepped off the plane, the Texas heat hit her like a wave, but all she could think about was what it would be like to finally see him again. Would the spark she felt over text translate into something real, or had she been imagining things all along? Either way, she was confident that she was about to find out.

As she walked through the airport, scanning the crowd, she spotted Max and Ria waiting for her. Ria waved enthusiastically, while the dimpled Brummie offered a warm smile. The sight of familiar faces instantly put her at ease.

“Welcome to Austin!” the green-eyed woman called out as she approached, her usual smile in place.

Max gave her a quick hug. “Ready for the weekend?”

“Definitely,” she replied, her nerves settling as they led her toward the exit. 

As they made their way through the airport, Max couldn’t resist teasing her. “So, you know Lando’s been buzzing like a kid on Christmas since you agreed to come, right?” he said with a playful smirk, glancing sideways at her.

She felt her cheeks warm at the mention of the driver, trying to play it cool. “Oh, really? I’m sure he’s just excited about the race,” she replied, though the flutter in her stomach betrayed her casual tone.

Ria chimed in, nudging Max. “Don’t let him get in your head. But yeah, Lando was definitely looking forward to seeing you. Kept checking his phone every five minutes this morning.”

Max laughed, adding, “Yeah, I think he’s more hyped about you being here than the race itself. It’s actually kind of funny.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “Well, I guess I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t lose focus, then.”

“Good luck with that,” Max joked. “But honestly, he’s just happy you’re here. We all are.”

Their lighthearted banter continued as they headed to the car, the teasing only fueling her anticipation for what the weekend might hold.

Austin in October had a certain charm—warm, but not stifling, with the occasional cool breeze hinting at the fall season. The sun was bright but mellow, casting a golden hue over the city. The city itself was vibrant, a blend of modern skyscrapers and historic buildings, with live music pouring out of every other bar or cafe. The energy was infectious, and she couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement.

Once she was settled into her hotel room, she took a moment to breathe, letting the excitement of the day sink in. The room was spacious and comfortable, with a large window offering a view of the city skyline. She unpacked her things slowly, her mind still buzzing with the sights and sounds of Austin.

As she placed her phone on the nightstand, it dinged with a notification. She glanced over and saw it was from the Quadrant group chat. A smile crept onto her face as she picked it up, already anticipating the usual chaos that ensued whenever the group was together.

The notification was from Keegan, his name popping up in the chat with his usual cheerful energy. “Heeey! You at the hotel yet? 😎”

She couldn’t help but smile at his happy-go-lucky attitude. It was impossible not to feel a little brighter with the Aussie around, even through text. She quickly typed out a response, feeling more at ease as she connected with the group.

“Just got in! Settling down now. How’s everyone doing? 😊”

She hit send, already hearing Keegan’s voice in her head, full of enthusiasm, and wondering what the rest of the group was up to. 

As she was about to set her phone down, a new message notification popped up. It was from Lando, and her heart skipped a beat as she opened it.

“Hey champ! Just checking in. Hope you landed okay and that the room's nice. Let me know if there’s anything you need while you're here”

She felt a flutter of excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness. It was clear he was making an effort to be considerate and friendly. She quickly typed back, trying to keep her response casual yet warm.

“Hola! Yep, landed fine and the room is awesome. Just getting settled in now. Thanks for asking! 😊 Any must-see spots or cool things I should check out while I’m here?

She hit send, hoping her message struck the right balance between friendly and interested, feeling a bit giddy. A few moments later, she noticed the little typing bubble pop up as he began to reply.

“Glad to hear! Austin has some great spots. You should definitely check out the Barton Springs Pool if you have time. It’s pretty cool, especially with the weather being so nice. And I know you’re into live music, there’s a ton of great venues around downtown.”

His next message popped up, and she saw he had added a little more to his previous text.

“If you need a tour guide for any of those places, I might be free 😌”

She felt a rush of warmth at his suggestion. It was playful and flirty, and she couldn’t help but smile. The idea of exploring the city with him was appealing, especially with the way he had hinted at it.

She quickly typed back, trying to keep her response light and open. “A tour guide sounds tempting! I’ll definitely keep that in mind 😉”

With a sense of anticipation, she hit send and set her phone aside. The thought of spending time with Lando in Austin added a new layer of excitement to her trip.

Back in the group chat, a new message popped up from one of the members.

“Hey everyone! How about we grab dinner together at this cool spot I found? It’s not far from the hotel and has great reviews. Who’s in?”

The suggestion sparked a flurry of enthusiastic responses from the group. It was clear that everyone was excited about the idea. She felt a pang of anticipation at the thought of hanging out with the team and possibly running into Lando there.

She quickly typed back.

“Sounds great to me! What time were you thinking?”

A few seconds later, the group chat buzzed with confirmations and plans. It looked like dinner would be a fun, casual way to kick off the weekend and get to know the others better before the race. With a smile, she glanced at the clock and decided to freshen up before heading out. The city of Austin and its adventures awaited.

The group settled into Cooper’s Old Time Pit Bar-B-Que, a quintessential Austin spot known for its mouthwatering barbecue and relaxed atmosphere. The restaurant had a charming, rustic vibe, with wooden picnic tables and the rich aroma of smoked meats filling the air.

As they arrived at the restaurant, the rich, smoky aroma of barbecue welcomed them. Eager to dive into the hearty, flavorful food, the team found a large table and quickly got comfortable.

After about an hour of enjoying the delicious barbecue and lively conversation, the door to the BBQ joint swung open, and in walked Lando. He looked effortlessly cool in a casual outfit—jeans, a well-fitted tee, and a light jacket. His arrival immediately drew a few curious glances and smiles from the group. 

“Hey, everyone!” Lando called out, spotting the team at the large table. He made his way over, giving a friendly wave and a bright smile as he approached. His eyes quickly found hers, and he greeted her with a warm, broad smile. 

As he made his way over to her, he enveloped her in a friendly hug, leaning in to whisper, “I’m really happy you could make the trip.” His breath tickled her ear, and she felt her cheeks flush, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in her stomach.

She gave him a casual smile and turned her attention back to the group, but the warmth of his hug lingered. As she shifted her gaze away from him, she noticed Max watching the interaction with a knowing grin. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he observed her reaction, clearly enjoying the moment. He shot her a knowing look, raising an eyebrow in a playful manner. It was clear Max was enjoying the unspoken dynamic between her and Lando, and his smirk hinted that he found the situation rather amusing. She tried to maintain her composure, though the closeness and Max’s knowing glances made it a bit challenging.

Meanwhile, the driver tried to play it cool in front of the others, casually engaging in conversation as he settled in. However, despite the array of empty seats available, he chose the one right next to her. His subtle, almost imperceptible grin and the way he leaned slightly toward her made it clear that he was intentionally placing himself close by—right?.

As they chatted and laughed with the rest of the group, Lando’s proximity was hard to ignore. Every now and then, his arm would brush against hers, and he’d make an effort to include her in the conversation, his attention noticeably focused on her.

At one point, Ria nudged her gently and whispered, “Looks like someone’s enjoying the evening.” Her teasing tone made the blush on her cheeks deepen, and she tried to play it off with a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading through her. “It’s been a great night so far.”

Lando, who had been listening intently, turned to her with a grin. “Glad you’re having a good time. I’ve been looking forward to hanging out with you.”

Ria chimed in, laughing. “Looks like someone’s got the charm turned up to eleven tonight.”

He chuckled, shooting a quick glance at her, under the warm-toned lights of the place the faint blush that painted the British boy’s cheek went almost unnoticed. Almost.

Throughout dinner, he asked her questions about her interests, her experiences in Austin so far, and her thoughts on the upcoming Grand Prix. His genuine curiosity and attentiveness did not go unnoticed by those around him.

The members of the group—except the Aussie skater—exchanged knowing glances and subtle smirks, their attempts to suppress their amusement only half-hearted.

Max, in particular, couldn’t resist nudging his best friend with playful jabs. “So, Lando, are you secretly trying to recruit her as your new bodyguard or just making sure she’s fully briefed on Austin’s finest dining spots?”

Lando shot him a playful glare, trying to maintain his composure. “Just making sure she’s having a great time, you muppet. Besides, you know I’m all about good company.”

Ria and Steve also joined in the teasing, their grins widening as they noticed his efforts. The brunette leaned over, her tone light and teasing. “Looks like someone’s putting in extra effort tonight. Don’t let us interrupt your mission to impress.”

Lando nervously laughed, shaking his head. “Ahaha… You’re all impossible.” his voice reached a higher pitch, “Just trying to be a good host, that’s all.”

Despite the gentle teasing, the group’s banter was good-natured, and Lando’s attempts to include her only made the evening more enjoyable. He seemed determined to make sure she felt welcome and part of the group, his efforts creating a warm and engaging atmosphere.

As they wrapped up their evening and prepared to head back to the hotel, Lando made a point to give her a warm, lingering hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, champ,” he said with a smile. “I’m planning to give you a tour of the paddock after I finish my media duties. Hope you’re ready for an exciting day.”

She smiled back, feeling a mix of anticipation and happiness. “I’m looking forward to it,” she replied, feeling a hopeful flutter in her chest. 

With a final round of goodbyes and goodnights, the group headed out into the cool Austin night, leaving behind the cozy warmth of Cooper’s. 

The next morning, she woke up early, feeling a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation for the day ahead. The sun was shining brightly over Austin, casting a warm glow over the city.

Today she opted for a casual yet effortlessly chic outfit that perfectly blended comfort and style. Her black fitted t-shirt was simple but flattering, tucking neatly into a flouncy, floral-printed mini skirt. The skirt's delicate pattern provided just the right amount of contrast against the solid black top, making her look both put-together and relaxed.

On her feet, she wore crisp white sneakers, grounding the outfit with a laid-back vibe. A white crossbody bag hung at her side, the gold accents matching her jewelry—a pair of hoop earrings, a delicate necklace, and a bracelet on her wrist. Everything suited the warm, sunny day in Austin perfectly.

After a quick breakfast, the group arrived at the track. The atmosphere was electric with the excitement of the upcoming GP weekend. The sprawling track, nestled just outside Austin, was bustling with activity. 

Flags waved proudly, and the air was filled with the hum of excited conversations and the occasional burst of music from the event's speakers.

Everywhere you looked, there was a palpable sense of anticipation. Food stalls and merchandise stands lined the entrance, offering everything from team gear to delicious local fare. The smell of barbecue and other Texan specialties mingled with the fresh, crisp air, adding to the sensory experience.

The paddock area was a hive of activity, with teams setting up their garages, mechanics busy at work, and media personnel scurrying about. The atmosphere was a mix of controlled chaos and focused preparation, with everyone working towards the same goal: a flawless race weekend.

As she made her way through the bustling crowds and the impressive facility, the excitement was infectious. The grandeur of Circuit of the Americas, combined with the enthusiasm of the fans and the anticipation of the races, created an unforgettable atmosphere that made her feel like part of something truly special.

After navigating the lively scene at COTA, they were met by a McLaren team member who guided them toward the team's hospitality area. The hospitality suite was a sleek, modern space designed to provide a comfortable retreat amidst the intensity of race preparations. The McLaren logo was prominently displayed, and the interior was a blend of high-tech design and understated luxury, a perfect reflection of the team's ethos.

They settled into one of the cozy seating areas, the hum of activity outside a gentle reminder of where they were. The space was bustling with team members, sponsors, and a few select guests, all immersed in conversation and preparation. The atmosphere inside was more relaxed than the frenetic energy of the paddock, offering a chance to unwind and soak in the environment.

After a few minutes of chatting and enjoying the refreshments laid out for guests, the door to the suite swung open, and in walked Lando, his familiar grin spreading across his face as he spotted them. He made his way over, exuding a mix of casual confidence and boyish charm.

“Hey, guys!” Lando greeted them warmly, his eyes lighting up as he approached. “How’s everything so far?”

They exchanged pleasantries, and Lando took a seat beside her, clearly at ease in his element. He asked about their morning, curious to know how they were finding the experience at COTA so far. As they chatted, it was clear that he was in high spirits, excited about the weekend ahead but also genuinely happy to have them there with him.

As they lounged in the hospitality, Lando casually reminded her of his promise to show her around the paddock. With that familiar glint in his eye, he invited her to go with him, his tone light but with an underlying eagerness that didn’t go unnoticed.

She turned to the group, instinctively about to extend the invitation to them. “Do you guys want to come along?”

Before anyone could respond, Max quickly intercepted with a smirk, “Nah, I think we’ll chill here. Keegan was just saying he wanted to take it easy for a bit. Right, buddy?”

The Aussie, who had been about to agree, shot Max a confused glance but caught on quickly. “Uh, yeah, totally. I’m good here,” he added, albeit a bit less convincingly.

Ria and Steve exchanged amused looks, doing their best to suppress grins. “You two go ahead, have fun,” Ria chimed in, her voice laced with playful undertones.

She gave them a curious look but shrugged it off, turning back to Lando. “Looks like it’s just us then.”

“Perfect,” he replied, a bit too quickly, as he stood up. They walked out of the hospitality suite together, stepping into the bright Texas sun. As they moved through the bustling paddock, the warmth of the day wrapped around them.

Lando took a glance at the sky, squinting slightly against the sunlight. “It’s really bright out,” he commented, a little too casually, before reaching up to remove the cap he had been wearing. Without a second thought, he handed it to her. “Here, you take this. Don’t want you squinting the whole time.”

She looked at him in surprise, then at the hat. “Are you sure? What about you?”

He shrugged, his easy grin returning. “I’ll manage. Besides, it suits you better anyway.”

She felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sun, and as she put on the hat, it was impossible to hide the smile that crept onto her face. With the hat now snugly on her head, they continued their walk, the easy banter between them flowing as naturally as the gentle breeze that played through the paddock.

Lando led her through the paddock, pointing out various interesting spots and sharing little stories about the behind-the-scenes of F1 life. He had a way of making everything seem both fascinating and fun, his excitement infectious as they navigated through the buzzing activity of the pre-race day.

As they walked, she noticed someone approaching from the opposite direction—a young man with a confident stride and a friendly demeanor. Lando’s face lit up as they got closer.

“Hey, Oscar!” Lando called out, waving to the newcomer. The Aussie driver grinned as he approached, looking every bit as laid-back as the reputation that preceded him.

“Hey, mate,” Oscar replied, his accent as unmistakable as his easygoing vibe. His gaze shifted to her, and he offered a welcoming smile. “And who’s this?”

Lando quickly made the introductions, he couldn't resist adding a bit of flair to it. “Osc, this is my friend,” he began with a grin, then added with a bit of pride in his voice, “She’s a karate world champion, by the way. No big deal.”

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up in impressed surprise, and he gave her an even broader smile. “A world champion, huh? That’s pretty incredible. I guess Lando’s got some serious competition now.”

She laughed, a bit embarrassed but also touched by Lando’s subtle bragging. “Thanks, but I think racing at your level is a whole different league.”

Oscar shook his head, still grinning. “Nah, what you do is amazing. You’d probably put us all to shame if we ever had to go head-to-head in anything off-track.”

Lando chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Trust me, mate, I wouldn’t want to mess with her in a sparring match.”

“Good thing you stick to the track then,” she joked, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie.

“Lando’s giving you the grand tour, huh? It’s always better with a guide.” Oscar added, his tone genuinely friendly. 

She laughed softly. “Yeah, it’s been pretty great so far.”

Oscar gave Lando a knowing look, one that was subtle but not lost on her. “Well, you’re in good hands then. Enjoy the paddock. Maybe I’ll see you around later.”

“Definitely,” Lando answered, his smile wide.

Oscar gave them a wave before continuing his way back to the McLaren hospitality, leaving them to continue their tour. As he walked off, he threw a playful comment over his shoulder, “And hey, maybe you can teach Lando a few moves outside of the car.”

The Brit laughed, shaking his head. “Only if you’re around to help me practice.”

She smiled, feeling a bit more at ease with their light-hearted banter as they continued on their way. Lando glanced at her, a bit of a playful glint in his eyes. “Oscar’s cool, right?”

“Yeah, he seems really nice,” she agreed, smiling back at him.

As they approached the entrance to the paddock club, a petite blonde girl suddenly appeared, making a beeline straight for them. 

No, not for them—just him. 

She reached out and kissed his cheek, and in that instant, the Lando she knew seemed to vanish. His face fell, and the cheerful, easygoing attitude he’d carried all morning dimmed noticeably.

The girl, with a noticeable Portuguese accent, greeted him with a bright, almost too-excited smile, all while clinging to his left arm. Lando, clearly uncomfortable, hesitated before begrudgingly making the introductions. “This is Magui,” he said, his voice lacking its usual warmth. “She’s... a friend.”

But from the vibes she was picking up, “friend” didn’t quite seem to cover it. There was something off, something that made her stomach tighten slightly as she watched the interaction.

As the awkward introductions lingered in the air, she tried her best to mask the discomfort bubbling up inside her. Magui’s presence and the way she clung to Lando’s arm like she belonged there sparked an unease she couldn’t quite place—or maybe didn’t want to.

Lando, still visibly deflated, attempted to steer the conversation back to where it had been before Magui’s sudden appearance. “We were just about to head to the garage,” he said, his voice lacking its usual luster. He glanced at her, offering a small, apologetic smile, but the spark in his eyes had dulled.

Magui’s grip on his arm finally loosened, seemingly oblivious to the shift in mood, though she didn’t seem eager to let the moment slip away. “Oh, perfect! Maybe I’ll join you later?” she chirped, looking up at him. The suggestion was directed solely at Lando, the invitation didn’t seem open for discussion leaving her standing there feeling like an outsider in a moment that was supposed to be theirs.

“Hmm, yeah, maybe,” the Brit responded, his tone polite but not encouraging. Lando, trying to navigate the awkwardness, asked Magui, “Who are you here with?” His tone was light, casual, but there was a subtle hope she might take the hint.

The blonde beamed up at him, seemingly unfazed by his attempt to steer the conversation. “Oh, I’m with Kika and another friend. They’re over by the stairs, busy talking about something or other.” She gestured vaguely in their direction, but made no move to leave

Lando nodded, glancing over to where Kika and her friend stood, deep in conversation. He tried to gently prompt her, “Well, it sounds like they might be waiting for you. Don’t want to leave them hanging.”

But Magui, however, didn’t pick up on—or perhaps chose to ignore—the subtle nudge. She stayed rooted to the spot, her bright smile unwavering, her focus primarily on the driver. She noticed the way the other girl’s gaze lingered, and the small but unmistakable tension in Lando’s posture. “Oh, they’re fine! I’ve been meaning to catch up with you anyway.”

His smile grew a bit strained, but he kept his tone polite. “Yeah… Well… It was nice to see you then,” He glanced at her, hoping for some way to extricate themselves from the situation without being rude, but it seemed Magui was intent on lingering. Lando’s attempt to redirect the blonde girl seemed almost too careful, as if he was trying to avoid any friction while also hinting at a desire for her to move along.

The girl beside him did her best to maintain a neutral expression, but inside, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of irritation. The way Magui clung to Lando, her insistence on sticking around, only added to the discomfort of the situation. She wished they could move on, back to the easy banter they had shared just minutes before.

The tension hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. He tried once more to steer the situation in a more favorable direction. “Maybe you could join them for a bit?” he suggested, his voice trying to keep the gentle tone but the irritation was clearly there. “We’re just about to head to the garage, and I promised to show her around.”

The Portuguese girl’s bright smile faltered for a split second before she quickly recovered. “Oh, sure, sure,” she replied, though it was clear she wasn’t thrilled about the idea. “But don’t forget, we need to catch up properly later,” she added with a wink, her eyes lingering on him just a little too long.

“Of course,” he said, his smile polite but not quite reaching his eyes. He watched as Magui finally turned and began to make her way back towards Kika and her friend, who were still engrossed in their conversation by the stairs.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lando let out a small breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He turned to her, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect her to pop up like that. Didn’t even know she was here.”

She shook her head, forcing a smile. “No worries,” she replied, trying to brush it off even as the encounter lingered in her mind. “Let’s get to the garage, yeah?”

Lando nodded, eager to move on from the uncomfortable moment. As they walked together, side by side, the buzz of the paddock slowly started to fill the silence that had settled between them. But despite Lando’s efforts to refocus their attention on the tour, the encounter left a lingering unease in the back of her mind.

She wasn’t dumb or naive enough to miss the signs—there was definitely something going on between Lando and Magui. The way his mood shifted so abruptly when the petite blonde appeared, the way Magui clung to him like she had every right to, it all pointed to a history between them. Maybe they were just friends with benefits, or perhaps it was a messy situationship that neither of them wanted to define. Either way, she could see the connection between them, and it was enough to make her heart sink.

She mentally chastised herself for ever thinking she might have a chance with Lando. Of course, a guy like him, charming and successful, would have someone like Magui—a girl who looked every bit a model, beautiful and confident—by his side. It was foolish to even entertain the idea that he might see her as more than a friend or just another person in his circle. She pushed down the disappointment that threatened to surface, reminding herself that she had no right to feel jealous or hurt. It wasn’t like she had any claim over him.

Lando, on the other hand, was doing his best to shake off the awkwardness. He tried to pick up where they’d left off, pointing out different parts of the garage and explaining how things worked, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that the mood had shifted. He glanced at her occasionally, as if trying to gauge her reaction, hoping that the morning’s interruption hadn’t ruined their time together.

As they finally arrived at the McLaren garage, the atmosphere shifted once again. The familiar hum of activity, the clattering of tools, and the excited chatter of engineers filled the space. It was a world Lando was comfortable in, and he hoped that being here, in his element, might help restore the easygoing vibe they’d had before.

She forced herself to focus on Lando’s voice as he explained the ins and outs of the garage. He was animated, clearly in his element, but there was a part of her that couldn’t shake the lingering doubt that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She nodded along, smiling at the right moments, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the other girl.

What did it matter, anyway? She wasn’t here to get wrapped up in some complicated emotional situation. She was here to enjoy the race weekend, to support a friend, nothing more. But as much as she tried to convince herself, her heart still ached with a quiet disappointment.

Lando, meanwhile, found himself more impressed by the minute as he watched her listen intently to Will’s explanations about the car. She wasn’t just nodding along; she was asking detailed questions, showing a genuine interest and understanding that caught him off guard. It wasn’t often that someone outside the racing world grasped the technicalities so quickly, and seeing her so eager to soak up everything made him admire her even more.

She looked beautiful today, and he couldn’t help but notice how good she looked with his cap perched on her head. There was something undeniably satisfying about it, a possessive thrill that ran through him at the sight. It made him wonder how she’d look in one of his team shirts—no, scratch that, he was definitely getting her one of his shirts. The thought stirred something inside him, a mix of pride and something deeper that he didn’t want to analyze too closely.

But then another thought crept in, one that made his heart race a little faster. The image of her sitting in his car, hands on the steering wheel, filled him with an unexpected feeling—something between excitement and a strange kind of possessiveness. Before he could think too much about it, the words were out of his mouth.

“Hey, uh…would you want to hop into the car? You know, just to see what it feels like?”

The moment the invitation left his lips, he noticed the surprised looks from Will and a few of the mechanics within earshot. They all knew Lando well, and none of them had ever heard him offer something like that before. It was completely out of character for him, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see her in the driver’s seat, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she grinned, her excitement clear as she nodded eagerly. “I’d love to!”

Lando couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he led her over to the papaya orange car, the clear #4 on its nose gleaming under the garage lights. The sight of her so excited, combined with the knowledge that he was the one who put that look on her face, filled him with a sense of pride. And when she finally slid into the driver’s seat, looking up at him with a mix of awe and happiness, he knew he’d made the right choice.

The mechanics and engineers exchanged glances, but Lando ignored them. This was a moment just for the two of them, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

As she settled into the driver’s seat, her fingers lightly brushing over the steering wheel, Lando couldn’t resist leaning over the halo of the car to get a better look. The proximity brought his face just inches from hers, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the garage shifted.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the sounds of the team working, the bustle of the paddock outside, even the distant chatter of the other engineers. It was just the two of them, caught in a moment that felt oddly intimate despite the setting. Her eyes met his, and there was a flicker of something in the air between them. It was like the charge of electricity before a storm, a tension that neither of them had anticipated but both felt acutely.

Lando’s breath hitched slightly, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from hers. The soft lighting of the garage highlighted the curves of her face, the way her lips parted just a little as if she was about to say something but then thought better of it. His pulse quickened, and for a split second, he wondered if she felt it too—that inexplicable pull drawing them closer.

He swallowed, trying to focus, but it was difficult with her so close, looking at him like that. He could see the way her cheeks were tinged with a light blush, and it took everything in him not to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Instead, he forced a smile, though it felt like more of an effort than usual.

“So…what do you think?” His voice came out softer than he intended, almost as if he was afraid to break the spell they were under.

She blinked, as if snapping out of the same trance, and gave a small, almost shy smile. “It’s…incredible. I can’t believe I’m actually sitting in an F1 car.”

Her words were breathy, full of awe, and Lando felt a swell of pride again. But there was also something else—a warmth spreading through his chest, something dangerously close to affection.

He leaned in just a fraction closer, the halo making it easy for him to hover above her. “You look good in there,” he murmured, unable to resist adding a bit of a tease, though his tone was more genuine than playful.

Her blush deepened, and she quickly looked away, laughing softly to deflect the sudden intensity. “I’m sure it’s the car doing all the work,” she quipped.

Lando grinned, his eyes lingering on her for just a moment longer before he pulled back slightly, giving them both a bit of space to breathe. “Maybe,” he conceded, still smiling. “But I think it’s more you than the car.”

She let out a nervous laugh, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel as she tried to focus on anything but the fact that Lando was still so close. The warmth in his gaze was unmistakable, and it made her heart race in a way that no amount of adrenaline from her competitions could match.

Lando didn’t move far, though, still leaning against the halo, watching her with a soft expression that seemed almost out of character for him. It was like he was seeing her in a new light, or maybe he was just allowing himself to see what had been there all along.

“So, do you want to take it for a spin?” he joked.

She smiled, finally looking back up at him, her nerves settling a little. “I think I’d need more than just a quick tutorial for that,” she replied, trying to match his light tone but failing to mask the slight tremble in her voice.

Lando chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always made him look a little softer, a little more approachable. “Maybe next time.”

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks again, and she quickly looked down at the steering wheel, pretending to inspect it. “I think I’d better leave the driving to the professionals,” she said, her voice a bit steadier now.

Lando nodded, finally stepping back, though he didn’t go far. “Fair enough. But if you ever want to give it a go…well, you know who to ask.”

His words hung in the air between them, heavy with implications that neither of them were quite ready to acknowledge. She glanced up at him, catching the faintest hint of something in his expression—something that looked a lot like hope, or maybe just curiosity.

Before she could overthink it, she smiled and gave a small nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As she carefully climbed out of the car, Lando instinctively reached out to help her, his hand brushing against hers for just a moment longer than necessary. The contact sent a jolt through both of them, and she felt a flutter in her chest. But then, his other hand landed gently on her waist, steadying her as she found her footing.

The warmth of his touch sent another wave of heat rushing to her cheeks, and she glanced up at him, catching the faintest hint of something in his eyes. The close proximity of their bodies, the way his hand lingered on her waist, it all made the air between them feel charged with something new and unspoken.

Neither of them moved or spoke for a moment, the world around them seeming to fade as they stood there, caught in the gravity of each other's presence. The noise of the garage, the hum of activity—it all seemed distant and unimportant compared to the thudding of her heart and the intense blue of his eyes.

Finally, Lando gave her a soft, almost shy smile, his hand still resting on her waist. “I’m really glad you came today,” he said, his voice low and sincere, without a hint of teasing.

“Me too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, the warmth of his touch spreading through her, making it hard to think about anything else.

After spending some time in the garage, Lando excused himself, saying he had to check on something. A few minutes later, he returned with a McLaren shirt in his hand. The shirt was unmistakably his, with his number on the back.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to her with a grin. “Maybe you could give me some of that world champion magic and bring me good luck.”

She hesitated for a moment, staring at the shirt in his hands. As much as she wanted to fully believe that he was flirting, she couldn’t shake that feeling of doubtfulness. Maybe he was just being nice, just a friend. After all, why would he be interested in her?

She forced a smile, taking the shirt from him. “Sure, why not,” she said, trying to sound casual. As she slipped it on over her top, the fabric was soft and warm, carrying the faintest scent of him. But no matter how much she wanted to cling to the idea that this meant something, she couldn’t shake the nagging thought that maybe he was just being nice—because clearly, his interest seemed to lie elsewhere.

Lando watched her, his smile growing as he took in the sight of her wearing something that was his. There was something undeniably satisfying about it—seeing her in his colors, like she was part of his world, even if just for a moment.

But as he admired how she looked, a small part of him wondered if she could sense how much it meant to him, or if she was still oblivious to it.

As she adjusted the fit of the shirt, pulling at the hem nervously, she caught Lando’s gaze lingering on her. His eyes softened, a warmth radiating from them that made her pulse quicken. For a brief moment, everything else seemed to fade away, it was just the two of them, and that silly little shirt that suddenly felt like it meant so much more.

“You look good in it,” Lando said, his voice a little lower, his tone coated with something she couldn’t explain.

She chuckled, trying to deflect the sudden rush of emotions with humor. “Yeah? Well, I don’t know about ‘magic’, but I guess I’ll have to trust that you’ve got enough luck for both of us.”

His grin widened, but there was something else behind it—something that made her wonder if maybe she wasn’t the only one overthinking things. “I’ve got a good feeling about this weekend,” he said, stepping a little closer, his presence comforting yet electrifying. “Maybe it’s because you’re here.”

Her heart fluttered, but the doubts still lingered. She wanted to believe it was more than just friendly banter, more than him just being nice. But those insecurities kept her grounded, kept her from letting her hopes get too high.

“Well, you’ll have to thank the universe for that,” she said lightly, though her voice wavered slightly. “I’m just here for the barbecue and good company.”

Lando’s expression faltered for just a second, as if he could sense the hesitation in her words, the walls she was trying to keep up. But he quickly recovered, nodding along. “Then I’ll make sure you get plenty of both,” he replied, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

As they prepared to leave the garage, heading out for the next part of their day, Lando found himself wondering how to break through those walls. He’d given her a piece of his world, but now he realized it would take more than just a shirt or a tour to make her see that she was already a bigger part of it than she knew.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her in his shirt and his cap. It had started as a playful gesture, but seeing her in it made something click inside him, something that made him want to keep her close, to keep her with him at all times.

As they walked side by side, the earlier tension crept back in, making her hyper-aware of every glance he threw her way, every slight brush of his hand against hers.

“So,” Lando started, breaking the silence that had settled between them. “How are you finding Austin so far? Besides the heat, of course.”

“It’s been great,” she replied, grateful for the shift in conversation. “Everyone’s been really welcoming. And the city...it’s got a vibe, you know?”

Lando nodded, though his mind was still half-occupied with figuring out how to keep the conversation light while trying to gauge where she stood. “Yeah, Austin’s special. There’s always something happening, something to look forward to.”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re right. It’s just...a lot to take in.”

He noticed the way her voice faltered. He had meant for today to be easy, fun, a chance to show her what he saw in her. But now, he realized he might have messed it up before it even began.

Lando stopped walking, causing her to pause and turn back to face him. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but he knew he had to say something before it slipped through his fingers.

“Listen,” he began, searching for the right words. “I know things can get...confusing, especially with everything going on. But I meant what I said earlier—I’m really glad you’re here. I wanted you to come because...well, because it means a lot to me.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his tone breaking through her defenses. “Lando...”

But before she could finish, his phone buzzed with a new notification, shattering the moment. He glanced down at it, a brief look of frustration crossing his face before he silenced it.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, pocketing the phone and turning back to her. “That wasn’t important. What I’m trying to say is—”

His words were interrupted again, this time by a group of fans who had recognized him from across the paddock. Lando sighed, giving her an apologetic smile. “Guess we’ll have to put this conversation on hold.”

She nodded, though a small part of her was disappointed. But as Lando turned to greet the fans with his usual charm, she couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes kept darting back to her, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let her go just yet.

The fans gathered around them, their excitement was palpable, surprisingly recognizing her as much as they did Lando. She was taken aback by how enthusiastic they were to meet her, their faces lighting up as they asked for photos and inquired about her future competitions. It was a moment she truly hadn’t expected, and the genuine admiration they showed touched her deeply. 

Lando watched with a proud smile, enjoying how she handled the attention. When a fan cheekily asked if she would be appearing in one of Quadrant’s youtube videos soon, she laughed, glancing at him for his reaction. He looked at her with a playful grin, clearly enjoying how seamlessly she fit into his world, even if she doubted it herself.

“You have to give the team Karate lessons in one of the videos!” one of them suggested, their eyes shining with enthusiasm. The idea sparked a ripple of laughter among the group, and she couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, really? Think I could handle it?” he teased, giving her a challenging look that made the fans cheer even louder.

She chuckled, trying to imagine Lando and the others attempting to learn Karate. “I don’t know,” she replied playfully, “I’m not sure you could keep up. But I’d love to see you try.”

The fans loved the banter, urging them to make it happen. He looked around at the crowd, then back at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Challenge accepted,” he said with a smirk, “but don’t go easy on us just because we’re beginners.”

“Not a chance,” she shot back, laughing as the fans continued to egg them on.After chatting with the fans for a few more minutes, he was called by one of the PR guys and had to part ways for the evening.

Lando couldn’t shake the feeling that he had missed his chance. But as he watched her walk away, wearing his shirt and a thoughtful expression, he made a silent promise to himself. Tomorrow, he would find a way to show her that she was more than just a friend, more than just someone he wanted around. He just had to figure out how.