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doomedmoth · 20 days ago

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Better kind of best friend (part 3)

Pairing : Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux x Charles Leclerc | Poly & bisexual fem!reader

Warnings : obsessive/possessive/manipulative behavior, suggestive content/smut, fluff then angst then dark fluff, inaccurate racing calendar and school programs, polyamory, use of y/n

Synopsis : When you left the UK for a year long art restoration program in Monaco, you mainly wanted to make some friends. What you didn't expect was to find your best friend on the first day. And then fall in love with her. And then get tangled in the web of Monaco high society as her boyfriend came back to town, unaware of your little affairs. What the fuck happened to you, you just wanted to make some friends...

Moth's prophecy 💡 : Your favorite omen of doom & cringe is baaaack ! I wanted to give a special thanks to all the precious cryptids who have asked for the part three for literal weeks, always staying patient, nice, and sending messages so sweet I rot my teeth on them and made a collection of screenshots in my notes to motivate me. I never thought anyone would like my writing, let alone wait for it, so thank you. Y’all are my lights. On the subject of Better kind of best friend, a fourth part was not planned at first, but will make the ending smoother, so I’m sorry, this is not the end yet ! For those just discovering the series, you can find part one here and part two here, or in in the masterlist ! Enjoy !

“Ah per favore… Tell me you’re not dressing up like that for her.”

“Ah please, tell me you’re not giving your opinion when no one asked for it.” Chiara popped her tongue at your cold answer, and stayed in the opening of your door, clearly judging you.

You had been going through your closet for about an hour now, and the floor seemed to only disappear more and more under the layers of clothes thrown onto it carelessly. Nothing seemed good enough, partly because you had no idea what to expect for the evening, and mostly because no matter how much you refused to admit it, Chiara was right. You wanted to look pretty for someone else than yourself. For two people exactly. The thought of how quick you had thrown away all of your big principles when faced with fluttering eyelashes and pink cheeks almost made you sick.

Yet when they both got up from the table, Alex running to your arms with a smile and Charles blushing, eyeing you up and down, you thought that Chiara should just shut up once in a while. This was too good to not enjoy.

And you had promised yourself this would not be the same this time. They were your friends, they were dating, and you would keep a healthy relationship with both of them. But then Alexandra softly kissed your cheeks, and took your hand in hers. You would limit any type of confusing physical touch, and make sure to not give in to sweet pet names. But then she led you to Charles, who put his hand, much bigger and more calloused than his girlfriend’s, on your waist, and brought you closer to greet you. You would not let your fantasies take over facts, and you would keep all communication clear and honest to ensure your best friend stayed exactly that. A best friend. But then he told you you were gorgeous, and she giggled while still holding your hand, and they had your favorite drink already on the table, and suddenly you forgot everything you had told yourself in the mirror while getting ready. Surely it would come back to you if it was that important. Right ?

Back to you it came, in the form of Alex’s gorgeous friend and one of your workshop colleague, Luca. Almost falling on you as you exited the bathroom, he seemed like he had had one too many drinks already, and didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.

“Oh mais regarde toi, quelle beauté !” He grabbed at your waist and kissed your cheeks, blabbering on and on in French about your makeup and outfit. “Who are you trying to impress by looking so gorgeous, babe ?”

You chuckled and pretended he was wrong, but could not help and steal a glance. Of course you wanted to impress them, what a joke to pretend you did not care. Why for, even you had no idea, but you knew you would be satisfied as long as they kept their eyes on you. Which they had stopped doing for a while now, seeing as they were cuddled up on one of the couches, Alexandra sitting on Charles’ lap, hands in his hair, while he peppered her neck and shoulder with soft kisses. You could hear her giggles from afar, smell his shampoo, or maybe you just knew them too well for your own good.

You knew you were staring, knew Luca would be quick to catch on to what was happening if you did not get a hold of yourself, but it seemed that even the music and lights had faded in favor of the scene in front of you. It was hypnotizing, seeing her give in, seeing him take charge, knowing in your heart you should be there but never would be. Cheeks heating up, you turned back to Luca.

“I actually wouldn’t mind some company, if anyone here shares your opinion tonight.” Beaming, he hooked his arm with yours and took you straight to the bar to get a refill, which would inevitably end up spilled on the floor when he made you dance until you saw stars.

You don’t know how long you had danced for when he came to you. Hands sliding down your waist to your hips, his hot breath making the hairs on your neck dress up, you did not look up. You knew it wasn’t him. Because you knew how his hands felt from that one time he caught you from falling, because no man in their right mind would dance that way with their girlfriend’s friend in a crowded club, because it would never be your neck he buries his face in. But just for a few seconds, maybe minutes, you caught yourself hoping it was true, dreaming you would turn around and get a glimpse of green eyes before his lips crashed into yours. But the eyes were dark, the hair too blonde, the hands too soft. And yet you still let him kiss you, and when his slim fingers brought your dress higher on your buttcheeks, you even moaned in his mouth. Desperate was an understatement at this point.

“I’m going to put my fist so far up his ass he’ll be lucky if…” Alex’s sentence was cut short by Charles’ hand slamming against her face, flashing an apologetic smile to the friends they were chatting with and dragging her away. “Who even is that ? I’m going to get a bouncer to kick him out.” Charles had to tighten the grip on his arm to finally get her to look at him.

“Calm. Down.” This seemed to only piss her off more, but before she could start another rant, this time aimed at her boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her, giving him the advantage of surprise to then speak in her ear. “I know. But love, just look around you. At least half of this party knows us. I’m not sure punching a guy flirting with…” Unsure of how to call you to appease Alex, he opted for simplicity. “Y/N, and making a scene like a jealous wife is the best way to get her back.”

She sighed, head rubbing against the palm of his hand, before raising her doe eyes at him. “Then do it, Charles.” Getting closer to him, Alexandra brought her lips to his, her breath intoxicating like syrupy almonds. “Everyone knows you. Everyone loves you. Who would even dare to say something to Mr. Golden Boy.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she knew exactly how to get him. Sweet as honey, sharp as glass. “Why don’t you be a good boy and go fetch her for me, hm Charlie ?” He only managed to nod pathetically, his whole body aching to get on his knees and have her sit on his face.

The tension in his muscles was still present by the time he got to the bar stool where you were sitting, and he thought he might actually end up smashing the guy’s face against the counter. You were laughing like he had never heard before, the kind of sultry giggles that belonged to cab rides and hotel hallways, only an invitation for the hand already sat on your thigh to go up further. He barely had time to think of consequences, and you to realize he was standing behind you, before his hand fell to the guy’s shoulder, and he started speaking in his ear. The music was too loud, you were getting really drunk, so when the man’s eyes got wide, and he apologized before leaving in a hurry, you were unable to guess what Charles could have told him.

“I’m sorry, doll…” It wasn’t the first time he called you that, yet everytime it left your heart pulsing, and your core aching for more. You felt your legs wobble as he slid between them. “Seems he wasn’t interested in much more than a quick fling.” His fingers ran up your thigh and you almost fell the dig of a nail, before he took the hem of your dress and brought it back down to its usual length. The exhale that came out of your mouth felt like the first one in hours. “And you’re worth more than quick, aren’t you ?” At this moment, no, you weren’t worth more than that, you were yearning for someone to take your mind off the shitshow that was your heart, even if it meant bending over a bathroom sink for any nameless guy. But you smiled through the shivers and thanked him, even daring to put your hand on his. Everything was spinning, your ears were ringing, but he was smiling back at you, so maybe this evening wasn’t so bad. “Party’s over, let’s go home, doll.”

On the way back, Alex sat in the front of the car, but kept her hand on your knee the whole way, tracing small circles on your exposed skin. It almost seemed to you that with every sharp breath you took, you saw her smile in the car’s mirrors, but you fell asleep without being sure.

Even Charles was annoyed now. Maybe he could buy you a leash, make sure you were never straying too far. A tag too, so that you wouldn’t get lost. One with his name etched into the metal, just so there’d be no doubt. Just so that everyone knew who you belonged to. Would you be good ? Obedient ? He barely managed to get back to reality before his face got as red as his suit. Knee bouncing restlessly, his eyes were unable to leave you, bent over his car as a mechanic showed you his seat. If he could see you, it meant everyone could. And that was starting to get on his nerves.

“Sorry I found a pretty one” Alex whispered, sliding up behind him, her voice a low hum of amusement against his ear. “Sometimes I wish I could lock her up too…”

“I mean you could.” Charles knew he was fucking up. The words had tumbled out before he could stop himself, the implication behind heavy with something he would not dare to name. He knew his girlfriend had been teetering on the edge lately, and that any idea fueling her possessiveness would be considered, no matter how immoral. He knew he was supposed to be the voice of reason. Your soft way back to her, to them. Like the web to the spider. But this new mechanic he was definitely going to get fired was now making you try a headset, and he was playing with your hair, and the image of you getting yanked back to his feet was taking too much place in his brain. So when Alexandra stared at him, he simply shrugged, surrendering. “I don’t want her to stray too far when I’m on track. Who knows what could happen to her.”

When the free practice started, and Alexandra sent you to get her painkillers from the “infirmary”, you didn’t know what you were getting into. As the door locked behind you in the small storage room, you became painfully aware that you had no idea how this world worked. You had followed her instructions blindly, not really knowing anyone, and not wanting to cause trouble. And now you were banging on the door, feeling the air slowly get out of your lungs as the panic took over your body. There wasn’t any light in the room, and you could faintly hear the rumbles of the cars in the distance. Everyone was probably busy either watching or working on the track. No one would hear you scream, yet you begged for help with every bit of energy left in you.

Claustrophobia had been the fear you never got over. Taking stairs rather than elevators and walking over crowded buses, you had mostly managed on your own. But there you were, stuck in what seemed smaller than your bathroom at the residency, wondering if you were about to suffocate to death between tyre blankets and wires in Abu Dhabi. Charles had told you the practices lasted about an hour. But would you ? And even if your lungs hadn’t burnt from the thick air then, would someone find you right away ? Who could even come to look for you, in such a foreign place, with no friends other than two of the busiest people there could be this weekend ? Tears streaming down your face, you found yourself wishing you had never left their side. Maybe that would have been childish, but you would have been safe.

“Y/N ? Y/N are you in there ?” Anywhere in the world you would have recognized this voice. The only one that would understand your pain because she knew your fears. You screamed her name and heard rustling in the hallway. For a second when the door opened, she stood bathed in the clinical white lights, and you thought you had died. No angel would ever come close to such a vision. “Y/N ! Mon chou come here oh my god” She fell to her knees, opening her arms, and it felt like coming home. To hell with the physical distance, to hell with the principles. She had found you. She had saved you. Your head in her neck and her hands in your hair, you tightened your arms against her even when she gasped, but pulled you even closer. The tears falling down on your cheeks weren’t yours only, and you could barely make out what she was saying.

When the buzzing in your ears finally calmed down, she had cupped your face, whispering inches away from it. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you you’re safe. Please don’t leave me anymore. Please please please Y/N I beg you I got so scared, you weren’t coming back and I thought something had happened to you, it’s not safe here.” Rubbing your cheek with her thumb, she even kissed repeatedly your forehead as you could only nod, still crying. “Stay by my side, please never do that again. I thought I had lost you, I thought…”

You said yes, over and over again, apologizing as if it had been your fault, promising to be good like a prayer to a benevolent deity.

When Charles got out of the car and saw you holding Alex’s hand, your whole body twitching while she was beaming, he could not help but smirk. On a counter next to his phone, the keys to one of the storage rooms sat innocently, gleaming under the lights.

The weeks following the incident felt like a blur, as if your mind was slowly sinking into the mist of December mornings, and the last of your independence with it. Wherever you turned, Alexandra’s warmth and Charles’s steady hands were there, lingering at the edge of your vision, too close to be a coincidence.

But it was too comforting to not bathe in it. Your mind kept on replaying the moment your friend had found you in the storage room so many times it became a mantra, a balm to soothe the fear that still clawed at your thoughts at night. She found you. She saved you. She would never leave you. Charles too, after making a scene at the race and demanding the lack of safety in the infrastructure to be investigated, had made a point of shielding you from anything he deemed not safe. Which now that you were back in Monaco, seemed to be everything and everyone. You caught him glaring more than once at strangers, his body always carefully sliding between you and anyone who got too close.

Yet you had also been witness to the ugly side of fame since, the shadows it casted and the vultures it attracted, and trusted them to keep you away from it. All celebrities seemed to like their private life to stay, well… Private, and so when he brushed a stray hair from your face and told you he wouldn’t let any creep bother his dear friend, you believed him.

And truth be told, you loved the attention. That’s what you wished for, all you ever wanted, you told yourself as Alex braided your hair on the couch of the residency, Charles scrolling on his phone, his knee brushing absent-mindedly against yours. It was sweet, how they cared so much. Your roommates had given up on understanding, as long as the mood was not as icy as it had been the past month, they were fine with pretending nothing had ever happened. Life itself seemed to be so much easier with just them anyway. Why bother looking elsewhere, for what even ?

“I thought you were really cute, and I just wanted to give you my number, if you ever wanna go on a date.” The French accent snapped you out of your thoughts, and you nodded, blushing, as the barista winked at you. Your gaze immediately darted to the side, as if they’d be standing there, watching. But you had come alone, like stepping outside without a coat, not sure how you were now feeling about the decision. No matter what, it seemed their presence clung to you like a second skin.

They weren’t stopping you from dating, or making friends out of the internship. But it had been a while since you had thought about anyone else in that manner, and stepping out of the comfortable bubble you had built around the three of you now seemed like such an effort, on top of being scary. A voice in your head, your voice probably, even though it sounded too much like Alexandra’s, always ended up whispering : What else do you need that you don’t already have ?

The barista’s number scribbled on a napkin stayed untouched in your bag. Charles’ eyes had lingered too long on your phone screen one night, and when you mentioned in passing the way the uber driver had complimented your makeup, Alex had tilted her head just slightly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, her tongue brushing faintly against her canine. But they laughed it off, and you laughed with them, sinking into a soft net that felt more silk than cloud.

Had you been more careful, maybe you would have seen the signs. The way stuff in your bedroom seemed to change places, or even disappear. The deleted messages sent from your own phone, asking to be left alone, confirming you weren’t interested. The delicate touch of a hand on your arm, the oh-so-French kiss on the cheeks you always seemed to receive whenever a flirtatious wink was sent your way. But you had missed her, and you liked him so much, and for nothing in the world you would go back to a world where those weren’t your best friends. No matter how hard it was to fall asleep picturing them running their hands further than morality authorized.

As you lingered by Marco’s door, his bed still a wreck even though he had left a week ago, you couldn’t help but sigh. The house was so quiet, barely troubled by the faint swirl of wind in the garden. You thought you would like it this way. Even though it had been fun, living with seven other art students had been… Messy. Now everyone had gone home, and there was no need for fighting over the thermostat or Sunday mornings rush to get groceries anymore. Only the handmade decorations were left behind, like ghosts of their absence.

You couldn’t explain to yourself why you had resisted going home. On the phone with your mother, you had brushed it off with excuses about the time-consuming art pieces, the flights, and how it would be easier to stay. But when the clock struck midnight on the 22, and the thought of waking up alone for the next few days clawed at your chest, you booked the next available flight. You’d surprise your family. Sitting at the table and laughing at their jokes and going for a walk after lunch. You’d come home.

The morning of the 24th greeted you with hope, and then a storm. Nice’s airport’s fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on the crowd’s disappointed faces as flight after flight turned red on the departure boards. You tried to stay calm, fiddling with a trinket tied to your bag, but when the announcement came that no flights would leave until the storm cleared, something inside you cracked. You were stuck. Not home. Not Monaco.

You stared at your phone, thumb hovering over Alexandra’s contact. You hadn’t told them you were leaving, hadn’t wanted to explain why the urge to run away, and why you were now desperately crawling back. The empty airport felt like punishment, and your fingers moved before you could second-guess yourself. Faced with her warm voice, the words tumbled out on their own. The storm. The canceled flights. The panic of the crowd slowly but surely spreading to you.

“You stay there, we’re coming to get you”. You barely had time to protest before the call ended.

When their car pulled up outside the terminal, the storm still raged, rain lashing against the windshield as Charles parked. Alex hopped out, an umbrella barely covering her as she ran to you, her sparkly short dress illuminating the pavement. “Oh, mon chou, you must be freezing,” she cooed, wrapping her coat around your shoulders and guiding you to the car.

Charles was waiting, heater blasting, his smile soft as he looked back at you from the driver’s seat. “You should’ve told us you were leaving,” he said, a hint of reproach softened by his tone.

You shrugged, sinking into the warmth of the car. “It was a last-minute thing.”

Alexandra clicked her tongue, clearly disapproving, as she slid in beside you. “At least you have your bag ready.” You barely had time to register what was happening as you saw Charles type in an address that was definitely not the residency. Before you could ask, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

“You’re not spending Christmas alone, doll. I called my mom on the way, so I hope you like oysters.” He broke eye contact as you opened your mouth to protest, his voice much lower, daring you to defy him. “Don’t argue with me, it’s already settled.”

Their idea of Christmas was something out of a dream. Charles’ family home in Monaco was decked out in soft lights and greenery, the smell of mulled wine and myriads of meals filling every corner. His family welcomed you with open arms, and Alexandra’s parents, who had joined as well, treated you with the delicate attention of pretending like your presence had always been planned.

The day went on as if you were stuck in the flow of a warm river, feeling the deep call you but unable to move a muscle to swim against it. You hadn’t been allowed to lift a finger, Charles steering you away from the kitchen when you offered to help, pressing a glass of wine in your hand instead. “Absolutely not. You’re a guest, Y/N. Relax.”

Everytime someone asked how you were enjoying the day, one of them was always quick to describe how “special” it was to have you here, and how glad they were to finally be able to introduce you. Their attention was always on you, always ready for any request you might have. What had become a natural habit, developing over the last few weeks, was now exacerbated under the glimmering lights, and the Christmas tree seemed to wink at you, knowingly, as if it was in on whatever elaborate spectacle Charles and Alexandra had orchestrated. Their care was overbearing but left no room for complaint. By the time dessert was served, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. An intricate figurine in a glass case, too precious to touch but constantly on display. Anytime Charles called for his doll, you got dizzier.

When everyone gathered around the fireplace to open their gifts, the cook gave you a knowing look and gestured at another glass of wine left on the kitchen counter, before swiftly exiting the room. You gladly took it and observed from afar the parade of extravagance. Designer clothes, limited-edition art pieces, concerts tickets in another country. If you thought your own Christmases back home were lavish, it was no comparison to the Leclerc’s.

“Here, mon chou.” Alexandra purred, pressing a carefully wrapped small box in your hand. “We planned on giving it to you next week but now’s even better.”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks heat up as everyone turned to you. This was not planned. You did not have time to get either of them anything, even less their families. It all felt like a show you had never agreed on being a part of. “You really didn’t have to-”

“Open it.” Charles interrupted, his grin infuriating, dimples bigger than ever. He lounged back on the sofa, one ankle resting casually on his knee, his gaze fixed on you. With a brush of his hands, he pretended to swish away your worries. “We’ll go and change it if you don’t like it”.

The box revealed a delicate bracelet, platinum with tiny diamonds winking along its length. Sucking in a breath, you felt their eyes on you, expectant, hungry for your reaction. “It’s pretty, no ?” Alexandra’s voice was eager, her fingers brushing yours as she took the bracelet to clasp it around your wrist. It was too much. The alcohol made your head pound and you felt like throwing up. Raising your eyes, the guilt hit you like a wave. They had done so much for you, gone out of their way to include you, and you couldn’t even summon the gratitude they deserved ? The metal was biting into your skin as if in reprimand, your whole body feeling like fire since you had finished your glass. Taking a deep breath, you excused yourself to “freshen up”.

The low hum of voices faded as you found a quiet room in the labyrinth that was the house. This is what you’d always wanted, wasn’t it ? To be cared for, adored, treated like the most important person in the room ? Then why did it feel too much ? Why did it feel like drowning ? You thought back to October, and quickly recognized the signs of your love barging through the door, demanding the best place at the table. You couldn’t let either of them know you were back on your stupid feelings, or they would leave you again. And then ? You had seen the pain, for everyone involved. Good friends. Best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. You exhaled, praying for your thoughts to shut up, concentrating on the wind outside.

It was Charles that came for you, sitting carefully next to you on the bed, as though you might shatter if he moved an inch wrong. Turning away from the frosted window, you murmured. “Just needed a breather.”

“I’m sorry.” Before you even had time to ask what for, he sighed, gesturing vaguely towards the door. “For all of this. We just wanted to make you feel welcome but… It’s obviously not working.” Running a hand through his hair, betraying his frustration, his other one went tentatively to yours, and your fingers laced together. “I can see you’re not enjoying this, and I know it will never be the same as being with your family.”

“Charles, I don’t-”

“I can arrange a plane.” He was rambling on, a habit they seemed to share, and in the soft light of the moon, you could swear his eyes were red. “First thing in the morning, have you be home before lunch. We love having you here, doll, but… I think it might have been selfish of us.” There. You had made him sad. He had made you feel like family and you had fled like a spoiled child. If anyone was selfish here, it was you.

“No !” You blurted, the word too loud, startling even yourself. Moving towards him on instinct, you threw yourself in his arms, hands gripping to his back, fingers curling against the smooth fabric of his sweater. He tilted his head, questioning, but you only buried your face against his chest. “I… I don’t want to leave. I’m sorry if I’ve seemed ungrateful. I didn’t mean to. It’s not too much, you’re not too much. You could never be. I’ll try harder, I’ll appreciate it more, I’m sorry I-” It seemed the habit had also infected you, and your monologue was stopped by Charles’ thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“Shhh” The hand that was in your back went up to your head, softly rubbing your hair, as you lost yourself in his eyes. Were those freckles or just beauty spots ? Had those always been here ? You felt tempted to touch them but froze up when your lips opened up on instinct. Seriously, how many drinks did you have ? “You don’t have to apologize. I just want you to feel welcomed and… Appreciated.” The moment stretched, world narrowing to the warmth of his arms and the pulse of your heart as he opened your mouth even more and slid his thumb past your lips, your teeth, and to rest against your tongue. “And loved.” His gaze was fixated on your lips, and for a brief moment, until footsteps were heard in the hallway, you thought he was going to kiss you, or maybe slap you. You wouldn’t have protested either.

His lips went to brush softly against your forehead, and it took every last ounce of self-control in you to not bite down on his thumb as he took it out of your mouth. His fingers traced down your cheek, your jaw, down to your neck, where he softly closed his fingers around your throat as the moan that had been stuck in there was finally let free. You wanted this moment to last forever, almost wished he would choke you out so you would never have to go back to reality. But something snapped suddenly in his eyes, and he ruffled at your hair before standing up with a confidence that made you question if the moment had truly happened, or if the cook had spiked your drink. In the white light of the night, his finger shined briefly with saliva, and you followed him back to the living room like a dog who had gotten the sweetest treat.

The floor length mirror stared back at you, unkind in its honesty. You leaned in as Alexandra gently titled your chin up with her fingertips, her voice humming as she added the finishing touches to your makeup. The sharpness of your features seemed amplified under their bedroom golden light, and your reflection felt foreign. Maybe it was the week, and its endless swirl of champagne, parties, and faces you couldn’t remember. Or maybe it was the memory of Christmas Eve, and its almost-kiss which kept replaying in your mind like a broken record you didn’t have the strength to discard.

Charles hadn’t mentioned it. Not a word. The morning after, his smile came on as easy as ever, his voice smooth and jokes easy, as if nothing had happened. Alex had thrown herself onto him, bathing him in affection, as though your world hadn’t turned upside down in that hidden room. Even now, as his hands brushed against your shoulders, slipping the straps of your too-short dress into place, you were wondering if you hadn’t dreamed it all.

“Stop squirming” He teased, smoothing out the fabric and pulling up the zipper.

Alexandra laughed and stepped back to inspect her work, two fingers still holding your chin. “She’s not squirming, she’s just nervous.”

“Il y a pas de quoi être stressé, c’est le Nouvel An, pas une gardav’ non plus…” Not understanding the slang, you copied your friend’s reaction, and as she clicked her tongue, you rolled your eyes.

You felt like an imposter. How could you have let it get this far ? You were supposed to go back to being friends, that was the deal. Not over complicating things, not pushing boundaries of what they were giving you. But then every time one of their friends got curious about you, Alexandra would say you were “Just someone special”, her casual voice contrasting with her nails scratching on your thigh. Her eyes would flicker, the kind that warned you not to correct her, and you let yourself get locked up in this almost-relationship that you had so desperately tried to escape a few weeks before.

Reaching for the curling iron, she murmured, more observation than question. “You’ve been quiet today.”

“Just tired, I guess… We’ve gone out a lot this week.” You forced a laugh, aiming for nonchalance, but Charles simply raised a brow, not impressed.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We can just stay there, order some food, …”

You cut him off by twirling on yourself, the dress flaring so high it couldn’t have been conceived to cover anything. Alexandra groaned and caught you by the shoulders to steady you, apparently not satisfied with your curls. “When I look like that ? It would be such a waste !” The green-eyed boy chuckled and nodded in agreement. Dressed to perfection, your hair soft and shining, you looked exactly like what they wanted you to be : a doll. And truth be told, you enjoyed it. When he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and they both looked at you with something that could be pride, you knew you owed it to them to have fun, at least tonight, at least the following months. At least until England called you back and you answered, leaving your summer love to rest on the green hills. You owed it to them to pretend you weren’t haunted by the ghost of “almost”, and maybe you could even pretend long enough to end up believing it yourself.

“Close it, you’re going to swallow a fly.” Charles pushed softly on your chin to close your mouth you had left wide in awe, before rubbing the nape of his neck. “Much funnier in French…” He mumbled before leaving his keys to a valet, and opening the way for you and Alexandra. The mansion was huge, its garden spilling to the edge of the woods behind it, and the music pulsing through the air carried promises of a night you might not remember in the morning.

It seemed everyone who knew a Formula 1 driver, directly or indirectly, had been invited. Some faces you recognized, but most not, and the shower of compliments you found yourself in as soon as you stepped foot in the main living room quickly felt suffocating. The polite flirting made you feel uneasy, their admiration like scrutiny, and before you even had time to cling to your anchors, they drifted away. “I’ll be right back, chou.” Charles’ hand brushed briefly against yours before he followed his girlfriend to go greet some friends, and you stayed right where they left you.

No matter how much you repeated your internal calming mantra, the vulnerability was creeping in. There were too many people you didn't know, and so you made it a mission to not lose again the only two that mattered. When they asked if you were having fun, you nodded, the lie automatic. For the following hours, it turned to truth, as you stuck close to them like a guard dog unwilling to stray too far from its leash. If Charles moved to refill a drink, you downed yours too quickly to follow. If Alexandra drifted to another conversation, your hand clung to her elbow, begging to tag along. You weren’t proud of it, but the dread clawed at your chest every time you stood alone for more than a heartbeat. You were enjoying yourself as long as you weren’t left to your own devices. Long gone was the resolution of making new friends, it seemed.

The air in the house had been filled with tension as midnight approached, and you felt like you had suddenly woken up. A glass of something golden in your hand, its fizz long forgotten, you were nodding along to Pierre’s story about an incident on a recent trip, while his girlfriend Kika hung onto his arm, punctuating his tale with playful jabs. You tried to listen, you really did, but something was missing, and you couldn’t help but give in to the voices bothering your every thought as he wrapped up his story.

“Have you seen Charles ? Or Alex…?”

Kika’s lips curled, mischief in her eyes, and she exchanged a look with Pierre who chuckled. “They’ve probably gone to enjoy the view, as usual.”

“Top floor,” Kika added, still giggling as she sipped her cocktail. “There’s a balcony up there that’s quite… Private.”

Mumbling a quick excuse, you set your glass down and slipped away, through the maze of guests and corridors of the sprawling mansion. The thud in your ears was soon more heartbeat than music, the knot in your stomach tightening between unease and anticipation. When you reached the top floor, the door to the bedroom was ajar, dim light coming from within and spilling onto the hallway. You closed it behind you, breath stuck in your throat.

There they were. Alexandra’s back was pressed against the railing, her sequined dress shimmering in the moonlight as Charles leaned into her. His hands rested on either side of her waist, fingers curling possessively over the iron, as he brought one knee up between her legs, silencing her laugh. He was working down her throat when she opened her mouth, eyes fixed on you, but did not stop kissing and biting, seemingly not caring.

“Oh darling, caught us” She purred, her voice thick with amusement. Her manicured finger pointed at you before curling, inviting you to come closer. You should not. You should flee. This was not your moment, it would never be. Also, you should keep a closer eye on your drinks because someone was definitely having fun drugging you lately, no way any of this was true. But your feet moved before your brain was done having a panic attack, and you found yourself gently pushed in the woman’s arms by Charles.

She probably saw your eyes jumping from one to the other, thoughts racing behind them at light speed, and with each hand on your cheeks, centered you back to her face. This felt like deja-vu, your lips so close, your perfume swirling together, like the wish you had screamed to the moon that night was finally becoming true, only a few months too late.

“I’m sorry.” Oh no. Oh not again. You were about to jump out of her embrace when you felt his body behind yours, closing back on both of you as his hands caught on the guardrail once more. “Stay. Please.” Not like you had much of a choice anyway. Charles was looking down at the garden over her shoulder, badly pretending as if he wasn’t inches away from the most private conversation happening tonight. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what was going on between us. And I’m sorry I hurt you in the process. You deserve the world, not any of the mess I put you through. I hope one day you’ll forgive me.” She was already forgiven, how could she not when her apologies were whispered between your lips. “But I know where I stand now. And if you allow me, I’ll never give you less than the world. Because that’s what you deserve. Because you love me and I love you.”

“Ten !” Charles took a step to the side as the screams from downstairs echoed through the whole house. He leaned on the balcony, and you almost fell to the floor from the shaking in your legs. “Nine !” She caught you by the waist and pulled you back to her with a laugh, one so hesitant it could only be filled with honesty.

“Eight !” You were dreaming. You wanted to punch yourself to wake up, but without even knowing how, your hands had gone up to her arms, shoulders, neck, cheek. “Seven !” You had promised yourself, you had promised her, and Chiara, and the world itself, that you would be fine being just friends. “Six !” Why was she the one ruining all of your efforts ? Why was she still the one you would wait for, when everyone else was long gone ?

“Five !” Was Charles just going to stand there, and pretend like his girlfriend didn’t confess to someone else ? “Four !” Maybe they had talked ? Maybe they had been open this whole time and you hadn’t seen the signs ? Would he kiss you too ? “Three !”

You cupped her cheeks and it felt like the world exploded when your lips met. Or maybe it was just the fireworks. Maybe it was the culmination of months of pining, love and pain, that was giving her kiss a taste of blood, a taste of more. She switched your places, pinning you against the barrier and deepened the kiss as your hands tugged at her hair, undoing the curls she had so carefully crafted. Everyone was screaming for the New Year, but you felt like they were doing it for you. Is that how it felt, to love and be loved ? Like you would rather run out of oxygen than end the moment. Like teeths and tongues, being fourteen and messy all over again. Like a movie-worthy compilation of every smile she had flashed you for the last four months was playing behind your closed eyes.

When you opened them, her mouth now running wild on your jaw, it’s a green spark of amusement that was looking back at you, a slow whistle coming out of his dry lips. Shit. You had kissed his girlfriend. Or his girlfriend had kissed you. And he wasn’t moving to join in. Were you about to be thrown from the highest balcony in some sick kind of real-life Cluedo ? But he simply brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, and the small caress he gave to Alexandra’s back made her moan against your collarbones. “Les clés sont sur la porte mon amour.” She mumbled what you understood to be thank you, not sure why for, as he moved towards the door.

“Wait Charlie I’m…” It was difficult to talk with Alex, determined to kiss every inch of visible skin on your body, and there was a lot. “I’m sorry I… What’s happening ?” You could only hope they had not broken up, not because of you, yet you saw no world in which this situation would be acceptable for him. With his usual playful grin you had grown so fond of, he winked at you before exiting the room swiftly.

“There’s a time for actions, and a time for explanations. Happy New Year, doll.”

With every step that she took you followed, painfully aware of how much she knew you, much better than you would have thought. Kissing in all the right places, her grin was getting wider every time you winced under the dig of her sharp nails, and she hushed you as if the drunken screams downstairs weren’t covering your moans. But you were determined to be good, as you had been from day one, and so you bit the pillow and pulled at her hair, let her know it hurts and let her keep going, because you loved her and she loved you. And she would never leave you.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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httpsleclerc · 1 year ago

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after that one video of charles holding chiara, i feel like the baby thing might've gotten to all of us, really.

i was thinking.. charles and reader's first vacation together since the baby was born and they just take a yacht trip (like the one the leclercs did on this year's summer break) and everyone's there! incluiding chiara cuz i feel like charles would make them become bffs LOL. also he's such a girls dad ughhhh

HES SO DAD SHAPED

You smiled over as Charles turned to face you, holding your baby girl, Juliette in his arms, adjusting the small bucket hat on her head which protected her from the sun. You pulled Charles button up shirt over yourself a bit more, even though Charles had convinced you that you looked beautiful without - Your self confidence had taken quite the hit since being pregnant and giving birth to your daughter, but Charles was working on making sure you felt as beautiful as you looked.

"Jules, look over at your mama," Charles pointed over at you, and Juliette's eyes followed to where was pointing, giving you a toothless grin as she spotted you, her beloved mama. You smiled widely at her, opening your arms for Charles to place her in. "How's my girl doing?" Charles asked you, placing Juliette in your arms, the two of you grinning as she babbled nonsense.

"I'm good, mon amor, just enjoying the sun," You told him, resting your head against his bare shoulder as you sighed contentedly, happy to be spending some quality time with your little family. "I think Jules is sleepy, Charles." You said, running your hand up and down your daughters small back, gently lulling the 10 month old to sleep in your arms.

You knew that the given nickname of your daughter was bittersweet for Charles, but he had asked you at the very start of your pregnancy if you would at least consider naming your child in some way that would honour his late close friend and godfather. Of course you obliged, how could you deny him such a request?

"She's so beautiful, just like her mama," Charles smiled at Juliette and then back at you, and placed a kiss on your cheek as you blushed at his compliment. "My two most beautiful girls," He started, putting his arm around the two of you as you leaned into him, Juliette sleeping peacefully in your arms and on your chest. "Ma belle épouse et ma superbe petite princesse."

my beautiful wife, and my stunning little princess.

You had no clue how you ended up so lucky with a man like Charles, a man who loved you more than life itself, who loved you enough to marry you with the most stunning wedding known to man, and a man who loved you enough to give you the most beautiful baby girl - Who sometimes you thought he loved more than you, but given her cuteness, you would allow it. You loved Charles' family, and they loved you as if you were one of their own, Pascale was especially fond of you, since you had gifted her with her first grandchild to spoil.

She knew of her middle sons tendencies to rush into relationships, but the first time she met you, she told Charles that she knew you were the one for him - that she saw that he was comfortable to be himself truly around you.

He knew she was right.

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dannyricsmirrorball · 1 year ago

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tying the knot • cl16 part 3 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || baby fever is a disease and it’s contagious!

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬 again lol

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so initially thought this would be the last one but alas it is not… so one or two more party’s left! also charles on POLEEEEE LFG

NOT PROOF READ YET!

part 1 part 2

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yourusername honeymooninggg

francisca.cgomes missing u babyyyy

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username8 y/n and her mystery husband are sooo cute

username91 god i have seen what u have done for others

landonorris y/n jpg coming????

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arthur_leclerc have fun love birds 🐦🕊️😘😅

carla.brocker so stunning y/n/n 🤍

charles_leclerc safety hazard in the first pic mon beux

username16 charles and y/n honeymooning b4 the break is over, they’re so cute 🥹

⤷ username55 y/n charles shippers still exist?

lilymhe COME BACK NOW

⤷ yourusername soon!

⤷ alex_albon really. how soon is soon?🙄

⤷ yourusername blah blah haterrrrrr

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username91 oh to be y/n gasly 🫠

⤷ username18 not gasly anymore!

⤷ username91 omg that’s right but we don’t know what her husbands last name is!!!

⤷ username52 maybe she didn’t change it? or got it hyphenated?

⤷ username16 y/n leclerc. sounds pretty good to me.

username9 always a ferrari gal ❤️

francisca.cgomes hotttt

isahernaez linda 😍

username9 even tho i’d love to know who he is, i still love the cute pics y/n posts of her and her husband

⤷ username82 they’re kinda like instead of private but not secret, they’re secret but not private LOL

username63 they’ve sucked her into there padel mania oh no

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username16 the charles shirt 😭

username73 more charles x y/n content. we are winningggg.

username72 ahhh i love all her friendships especially w alex and lily

maxverstappen1 nice shirt 👍

username23 love that y/n is always some how w alex and lily

⤷ alex_albon she doesn’t leave us alone

⤷ yourusername you love meeee

charlotte2304 mi manchi, bella ragazza

⤷ yourusername i miss uuuu

alex_albon ur welcome for the shirt y/n/n ✌️

⤷ charles_leclerc 🤨

⤷ alex_albon it wasn’t all me!!!

⤷ charles_leclerc don’t worry alex, ik lily was the mastermind 😒

⤷ lilymhe what’s it to u???! it’s funnyyyy

charles_leclerc never letting u take the wheel again

⤷ yourusername boooo whatevaaaa

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mlnmarta un début octobre sur la côte d'azur ur

translation: an early october on the french riviera

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yourusername mon coeur explose 🥹❤️‍🔥

yourusername baby c 😭

yourusername je vous aims tellement ❤️❤️

⤷ mlnmarta nous aussi ❤️

username16 y/n freaking out is so realllll

joris__trouche boubouuuu 🥹

charlottesiine bébé chiara 😍💕

username11 omfg charles w a baby. i’m on the floor.

charles_leclerc 🤍

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yourusername ma petite fille 🩷

tagged yourfriend1

username17 y/n w kids 🥰

yourfriend1 give her back!

⤷ yourusername never!

francisca.cgomes so cuteeee 💘

landonorris don’t drop her 😳

⤷ yourusername how could u even suggest it?!

leclerc_pascale tu es le prochain 😉🥰

⤷ yourusername maman! 😅

⤷ lorenzotl 😂

⤷ arthur_leclerc better get to work 😉🤣

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yourusername auntie duties 💐

tagged yourfriend1, yourfriend2

username27 she’s so pretty

username74 baby fever arising

yourfriend2 u can take them for longer!

⤷ yourusername i just abt might take them forever 🥹🥹

⤷ yourfriend2 oh that’s not-

francisca.cgomes perfeita 😍

yourfriend1 coolest aunt out!

landonorris they trust u w their kids?!?

⤷ yourusername ur parents trust me w u?

⤷ alex_albon owned.

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charles_leclerc pourquoi tous nos amis ont des bébés?

translation: why do all our friends have babies?

tagged mlnmarta, riccardoberetta, yourfriend1, yourusername

username18 lmfao y/n and charles rlly are just surrounded by a bunch of babies and toddlers

username15 i’m actually dead at the amount of charles and y/n x babies content we’ve been getting

username54 charles acting like we don’t know he has the biggest baby fever ever… i mean look at talk the reels he likes

⤷ username7 same as y/n like that baby fever has KICKED IN

riccardoberetta ❤️

yourusername 🥹

username82 does no one else find all these baby posts from y/n and charles a bit… suspicious

⤷ username72 no? u guys need to get over this agenda, like they’re just childhood friends

pierregasly surprised u know how to hold one mate

⤷ charles_leclerc cant say the same for u

landonorris y/n looks like she’s going to eat the poor thing

⤷ charles_leclerc i think she wanted to 😅

⤷ yourusername U DIDNT SEE HIS LITTLE CHEEKS 🥹

mlnmarta 😍

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yourusername j'en veux un

translation: i want one

tagged yourfriend2, mlnmarta

yourfriend2 😳 ummmm please return my baby b4 u say these things…

⤷ yourfriend1 don’t trust her.

⤷ yourusername whatever do u mean… ☺️☺️

username9 ik we were all joking abt y/n having baby fever but i fr think she does

username88 girly just got married and she already wants a baby LMFAO

⤷ username72 i mean i would to if charles leclerc was my husband

⤷ username2 average delulu charles y/n stan

username82 that pic of charles and baby c moved and changed y/n and that is so relatable of her

⤷ username26 literally SAME

landonorris have u seen ur laundry room?

⤷ yourusername shut up. you’re literally a child.

pierregasly oh? 😀

lilymhe MILF MILF MILF MILF MILF

⤷ yourusername LET’S BE MILFS TOGETHER

⤷ lilymhe OMFG YES

⤷ alex_albon oh! 😃🤨

username18 don’t mind her. she’s going through a phase 😬

danielricciardo i knew there was a reason u begged to come back to the farm w me! u wanted to steal my nephews and nieces 🫨

⤷ yourusername they’re just so cutieful 🥹🥹

username17 wild y/n on the loose! hide ur kids!!!

joris__trouche u guys are too much 🤣🤣

⤷ username91 what does he mean ‘you guys’… when i tell u everything is piling onto my charles y/n agenda 😗

mlnmarta si mignon, baby c tu manques 🌸🌸

⤷ yourusername I MISS HER 🥹😘❤️

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charlotte2304 what a weekend 🏎️❤️

tagged carla.brocker, francisca.cgomes

carla.brocker 🩷🩷

username17 where’s y/n lol

francisca.cgomes 💕

lorenzotl ma belle

username72 leclerc wagsss so pretty

username01 where’s y/n?!

username18 y/n has NEVER missed monza. where is she?!

username89 leclerc wags w/o y/n 🥺

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francisca.cgomes 🇮🇹

username9 the prettiest gal in the paddock

username14 her fits 😍😍

username16 miss y/n and kika in the paddock together

⤷ username81 please it’s one race 🙄

pierregasly 🤍

charlotte2304 😍

carla.brocker 💘

username17 i needddd her dress

luisinhaoliveira99 so pretty 💘🌸

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lilymhe p7 for my mansssss 🍝

tagged alex_albon

username23 his good luck charm!!!

username41 she looks so bored w/o y/n

username18 lily where’s y/n?!!!

⤷ username16 fr where is she?! she never misses monza!

alex_albon 🐐🐐

williamsracing monza minister of defenseeeee 📣📣

2 years later // 2025

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francisca.cgomes famfun&friends

username53 sweetest couple

username18 missing y/n and kika hoursss

username21 it’s been two years. where is y/n hiding!!!

username14 every time kika or pierre or lily or like anyone posts i cross my fingers that y/n is in a pic and i’m always disappointed

pierregasly ma belle 😘

lando.jpg pic creds??

⤷ francisca.cgomes desculpe lan

⤷ username17 if u had told me 2-3 years ago that lando and kika were mates i would’ve been shocked

⤷ username4 it’s all thanks to y/n… she brought together all those random pairings bc they were all friends w her… and now she’s no where to be found 🫠

charles_leclerc stop taking my man 🤬

⤷ francisca.cgomes then give me back my girl!!!

⤷ username16 GIRL?!? 😳

⤷ username68 charles has a gf?!

⤷ username45 OMFG

⤷ username63 it’s y/n guys… like trust meeeee

⤷ username78 pack it up granny

⤷ charles_leclerc no girlfriend

⤷ username16 OH?! officially confused.

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lilymhe recent 🌃

tagged francisca.cgomes, alex_albon, carmenmmundt, heidiberger_, charles_leclerc

username1 i’m actually so emo bc where tf is y/n

username82 lily hanging out w charles has rlly reminded me how much i miss y/n. like what happened? where did she go!!

username17 all the best wagssss

alex_albon ✌️

heidiberger_ ilyyyyy

⤷ lilymhe mwahhhh

username76 all of them hanging out without y/n feels sooo wrong

⤷ username73 it’s been TWO years bro like get over it

⤷ username14 how do u know that she’s not there? they might just not post photos of her bc she wants privacy lol

⤷ username54 WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!! like everyone has been throwing a hissy for the past two years abt y/n and where she is but like are we forgetting that kika is her sister-in-law and pierre is her literal brother also she grew up w the leclercs and lily has been her best friend for like over five years - i guarantee she just doesn’t have a presence on social media but is surely still in their lives

charles_leclerc traitor! i look like an idiot

⤷ lilymhe well i mean…

⤷ charles_leclerc wounded

francisca.cgomes miss u ml x

carmenmmundt 🤍

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charles_leclerc no words. ❤️

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username18 “for the first time ever, charles leclerc is champion of the world!” was music to my earssss

username61 LFGGGGGG

username92 ⭐️boyyyyy

username16 il predestinato fulfils the prophecy

scuderiaferrari il formidable, il predestinato ❤️❤️

carlossainz55 deserved hermano. felicidades!

pierregasly félicitations mon frère 🫶

lorenzotl waouh charles ❤️🤍

landonorris congrats mate 😘

francisca.cgomes congratulations charles!!! 🫶💘

joris__trouche bravo mon beaux 😉😘

yourusername jamais été aussi fier de réaliser vos rêves! champion du monde ❤️ toujours à vos côtés 🤍

translation: never been prouder, fulfilling your dreams! champion of the world. forever by your side

⤷ charles_leclerc pour toujours

username71 UMMMM Y/N???!!

username8 after years of radio silence the first sign of y/n is her congratulating charles on his wdc 😭😭 they are soulmates, u cna not make this shit up

alex_albon 🔝 job charlie

lilymhe 👏👏

arthur_leclerc bon travail frère ❤️🤍

leclerc_pascale mon bébé 🥰

georgerussell63 let’s gooo 👍👏

lewishamilton 💜

username16 the way y/n’s comment is the only one charles replied too 👀

taglist: @chalecbooks @lxclerc @1655clean @dl-yum @honey6578 @lillianacristina @xcinnamongirl @glitterf1 @christianpulisic10

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you #alex albon #george russell #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #lily muni he #formula 1 #f1 x reader #pierre gasly #kika gomes

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aceyalonso · 6 months ago

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ix - the reason i can't think straight has a name

chapter summary : you and oscar spend the night at nonna chiara's cottage to help with "renovations"

alternative summary : sappy couple shit

warnings : swearing, use of the pet names "baby" and good girl", suggestive conversation, smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom guys!), slight hair pulling, praise kink, slight degradation kink, breeding

word count : 21.7k

a/n : long chapter to make up for the short chapters recently (this is practically porn with a lot of plot)

song : whats the matter with you - lexi jayde

Sunday, 7:31 AM

Y/n slowly opens her eyes, squinting as the sunlight filters through the curtains and into the room. She feels a sense of disorientation for a moment before everything comes back to her. She's still in Oscar's bed, the covers tangled around her legs.

As Y/n tries to turn around, she feels Oscar's arms tighten around her waist, his body pressed close to hers. She can feel the warmth of his chest against her back, his breath tickling her neck.

Oscar's voice is soft in her ear, whispered against her skin. "Don't leave yet," he murmurs, his arms still around her waist. He sounds half asleep, his voice gravelly and low.

Y/n feels a shiver run down her spine at his words, his breath warm against her skin. She relaxes into his embrace, her body molding against his. She has no intention of leaving anyway, but she still turns her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder.

She twists slightly in his arms, trying to turn around so she can see his face. She speaks up, her voice still drowsy. "I just wanted to turn around so I can see you," she says, her words a sleepy mumble. "I wasn't going anywhere."

Oscar lets out a small sigh and loosens his grip on her waist, allowing her to turn around in his arms. He feels her shift her body, moving until they're facing each other. His eyes are half-open as he looks at her, his expression a mix of tenderness and grogginess.

She can see the sleepiness etched on his face, his hair mussed and his eyes heavy-lidded. Despite his disheveled state, he still looks unbearably handsome in the soft light of the early morning.

Y/n smiles sleepily at him, her eyes roaming his features. She reaches out and gently cards her fingers through his messy hair, stroking it back from his face.

Oscar lets out a soft hum, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of her touch. He leans into her hand, enjoying the soothing sensation of her fingers running through his hair.

Oscar's voice is soft, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "I like that," he whispers, his eyes still closed as he revels in the feel of her fingers gently scratching his scalp. "Keep doing that, baby."

Y/n smiles, amused by his drowsy response, She continues to run her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle and soothing. She loves seeing him like this, his defenses down and his expression soft and vulnerable.

As she takes her hand out of his hair, she watches his expression closely to see his reaction. He lets out a small noise of protest, his eyes opening slightly. He looks at her with a slight pout, his face a mix of disappointment and fatigue.

"Hey," he mutters, his voice thick with sleep. "Why'd you stop?"

Y/n laughs softly at his response, her heart swelling at how adorably grumpy he looks. "Just wanted to see your reaction Oz," she teases, a playful glint in her eye.

Oscar narrows his eyes at her, a mock glare on his face. "You're so cruel," he grumbles, but there's no real heat behind his words. "I was enjoying that."

Y/n smiles mischievously as she teases him. She loves seeing this playful side of him. "Oh, you were enjoying it, were you?" she says, her tone light and playful. "Poor baby, you'll have to suffer through life without head scratches."

Oscar pretends to pout, a petulant expression on his face. "You're sadistic, you know that?" he grouses, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/n grins as she climbs on top of him, her body settling onto his. "Sorry," she says, her voice light and teasing. Before he can respond, showering him with kisses, peppering his cheeks and neck with small, affectionate kisses.

Oscar can't help but smile, his earlier pout disappearing under the onslaught of her affection. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer against him. He lets out a contented sigh as her lips trail over his skin, his body melting into the mattress.

As she continues to kiss his neck and cheek, Oscar's hands start to move up and down her back in slow, soothing strokes. He trails his fingers over the fabric of her his shirt, tracing lazy shapes and patterns, enjoying the feel of her body against his.

His fingers move in random patterns, drawing circles and spirals on her back, tracing the curves and dips of her spine. He seems to be lost in the simple pleasure of touching her, holding her, having her.

Without warning, Oscar suddenly rolls them over, pinning her body beneath his. His movements are swift and confident, and in a matter of seconds, he's hovering over her, his body pressing her into the bed.

Y/n is momentarily surprised at the sudden change in position, but she quickly recovers and flashes him a smile. She can feel the weight of his body pressed against hers, the heat and strength of him making her heart skip a beat.

With her pinned underneath him, Oscar slowly moves his lips along her neck and shoulders, his kisses soft and lingering. He can feel her skin heating up under his touch, hear her breath hitching ever so slightly as his moves lower, finding sensitive spots that make her gasp.

As Y/n winds her arms around his neck, Oscar smiles against her skin, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his. He can feel her pulse thrumming under his lips as he continues to kiss and nibble at her neck and shoulders, his touches growing bolder and insistent.

Y/n's fingers find his shoulder blades, feeling the raised and uneven lines of her nails, the souvenirs left from last night's activities. Oscar shivers slightly at the sensation, his body remembering her touch all too vividly.

As her fingers trace over the marks she left on his shoulders, feeling the slight ridges and grooves on his skin. "Do these hurt?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper, her touch gentle and tentative.

Oscar felt a tingle run down his spine at her touch, the sensitive areas where she left her marks coming alive under her fingertips. "A little bit," he admits, his voice a low grumble. "But in a good way, of course."

His words are half-groan, half-confession, betraying his apparent enjoyment of the lingering pain. He lets out a slow breath, his body shuddering slightly as her fingers continue to explore the marks she left.

Oscar looks at her for a moment, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Then he leans in and captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his mouth moving against hers with practiced ease.

He can feel her response immediately, her body arching up into him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He kisses her hungrily, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting and exploring her with a growing need.

As their kiss deepens, Oscar's hands travel lower, moving under the shirt she's wearing. He can feel the warmth and softness of her skin as his palms skim over her stomach, slowly making their way up to her chest. His fingers brush over her breasts, his touch gentle and exploratory.

Y/n gasps softly against his lips, her body responding to his touch. Her hands grasp his biceps, her nails digging into his skin as his fingers move over her sensitive flesh. The feeling of his hands on her body is both stimulating and reassuring, making her feel both vulnerable and secure at the same time.

As he continues to tease her body with his touch, Oscar breaks the kiss and whispers in her ear. "Still sensitive, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with playful smugness. "I guess I did a good job last night, didn't I?"

Y/n responds with a coy smile, her cheeks lightly flushed. "Yeah, you did quite a number on me," she admits, her low and a little breathless. "I'll be feeling it for days, I think."

Oscar lets out a soft chuckle at her words, his ego boosted by her admission. He then moves his attention back to her mouth, recapturing her lips with another deep kiss. He kisses her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth with fervor.

Suddenly, the door bangs open and May barges in without knocking. "Hey Osc, have seen Y/n-" She stops abruptly, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her. Y/n is in Oscar's bed, covered up by the sheets, and it's clear that both of them are only half-decent.

May stares at them for a moment, her mouth hanging open. There's a brief moment of stunned silence as May just stands there, processing what she's just walked into. Then she quickly closes the door without another word, leaving Oscar and Y/n alone in the room once again.

Oscar lets out a low groan, his face falling onto Y/n's shoulder. "Fucks sake," he mutters, his voice muffled. "I forgot to lock the damn door."

He looks over at Y/n with an apologetic expression. "Sorry," he says, his tone sheepish. "Wasn't expecting May to walk in like that."

Y/n lets out a soft laugh, amused at his expression. "It's okay, she assures him, propping herself up on one elbow. "I doubt it's the first time May's walked in on you with a girl."

Oscar can't help but grin at her words, his embarrassment starting to face. "Yeah, that's true," he says, his tone turning more lighthearted. "My sister has zero concept of personal space, I swear."

Y/n grins at him, her eyes sparkling. "I don't know," she says, her tone teasing. "I'd say her timing was pretty perfect. Gives her something to gossip about for the rest of the day."

Oscar groans and buries his face in her shoulder once more. "Please don't say that," he mutters, his voice muffled against her skin. "I don't need May gossiping about this to everyone in the house. She'll never shut up about it."

Y/n laughs softly, patting his head in mock sympathy. "Aw, poor baby," she teases. "Afraid your little sister is going to give you a hard time?"

Oscar lifts his head to pout at her, his expression bordering on petulant. "You're supposed to be on my side," he grumbles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Not making fun of me."

Y/n grins, clearly enjoying his pouty expression. "But it's so much funnier to tease you," she says, poking his cheek playfully. "You make such cute faces when you're annoyed."

Oscar lets out another exaggerated sigh, feigning irritation. "You're impossible," he says, his lips twitching in an effort not to smile. "You know that, right?"

Y/n laughs out loud at his response, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "And yet you still like me," she points out, her tone cheeky.

Oscar pretends to consider this for a moment, a mock-thoughtful expression on his face. "Hmm… I suppose you're right," he concedes, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "Despite the fact that you're a complete pain in my ass, I do like you. Strange, isn't it?"

Y/n nods, still grinning. "Very strange indeed," she agrees, her tone playful. "You seem to have a weird preference for girls who like tormenting you."

Oscar moves, kissing her shoulder one more time before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He sits with his back to her, his body still bare except for a pair of boxers. His legs are stretched out on the floor, and he leans over slightly to pick up his shirt from the floor.

As he bends over to pick up his shirt, Y'n takes the opportunity to admire his bare back. Her eyes roam over his skin, her gaze falling on the red scratches she left the night before. They're still visible, a stark contrast to his pale skin.

Y/n gets up from the bed, wrapping her arms around Oscar's waist, and pressing her body against his back. She hugs him from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. She can feel his body heat and the firmness of his bare skin against her chest.

She nuzzles her face into his neck, taking a deep breath. "You smell good," she says, her voice soft and low. Y/n plants a soft kiss on the sensitive spot below his ear, her lips lingering against his skin. "Like soap and your cologne."

Oscar lets out a soft laugh as Y/n's lips brush against his neck, her affectionate gesture tickling him slightly. "You're so clingy," he teases, his voice a mix of amusement and affection.

Y/n scoffs, lightly nipping his earlobe in retaliation. "I'm not clingy," she protests, her tone a mix of mock offense and playfulness. "I'm just expressing my affection in a physical way. There's a difference."

Oscar laughs again, his body shaking slightly with the force of it. "Yeah, right," he says, his tone light and teasing. "You're like a baby koala. Always clinging to me and refusing to let go."

Y/n grins at his comment, her expression mock-offended. "Says the Australian in the room," she retorts, making a bad impression of his accent. She then adds, with a hint of sarcasm, "Because everyone knows Australians are experts on koala behavior, right?"

Oscar snickers at her attempt to mimic his accent, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Nice try," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You sound like a bad Crocodile Dundee impersonator."

Y/n shakes her head, her giggles filling the air. "What the hell is a Crocodile Dundee?" she asks, her tone a mix of amusement and confusion. "Is it some kind of weird Australian thing I'm supposed to know?"

Oscar grins at her question, clearly enjoying her ignorance. "You've never heard of Crocodile Dundee?" he asks, his tone incredulous. "It's a classic Australian movie. You know, the one where Paul Hogan runs around in the Outback with a big ass knife, wrestling crocodiles and being an absolute legend."

She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of skepticism and intrigue. "That sounds… ridiculous," she says, her voice slightly deadpan. "Are you messing with me, or is that actually a real movie?"

Oscar laughs, clearly amused by her reaction. "I'm not messing with you baby," he assures her. "It's a real movie. And it's a classic. You've got to watch it sometime. It's pure Aussie gold."

Y/n snickers at his enthusiasm, a smirk on her face. "Right, because nothing screams 'quality cinema' like a guy running around in the wilderness wrestling crocodiles," she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oscar huffs in mock offense, pretending to be wounded by her words. "You're ruining the chemistry between us," he says, his tone overly dramatic. "How dare you make fun of Crocodile Dundee? It's an iconic movie, a true masterpiece of Australian cinema!"

Y/n laughs at his reaction, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't realize that Crocodile Dundee was sacred and above criticism. Please forgive me, oh great Aussie cinema connoisseur."

Oscar pouts at her, his expression playfully petulant. "I'll only forgive you if you give me a kiss," he says, his voice low and teasing. "You've hurt the delicate ego of an Aussie movie purist, after all. It's a serious offense."

She laughs at his melodramatic declarations, her eyes glittering with humor. "Alright, alright," she concedes, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "I'll appease the Aussie movie purist and his fragile ego."

Oscar grins at her playful compliance, a smug expression on his face. "Good girl," he says, his tone laced with mock self-importance. "You've now officially been forgiven for your blatant Crocodile Dundee defamation."

Y/n looks up at Oscar with her mouth open, her expression a mixture of shock and fascination. "Wait, did you just call me a good girl?" she asks, her voice a mix of incredulity and curiosity.

Y'n holds her hands up in front of her body, her gestures exaggerated. "Oh, god," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and mock frustration. "That just made me so…" She trails off, her cheeks flushing pink. "I mean, you can't just say stuff like that."

Oscar laughs at her reaction, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Why not?" he asks, his tone smug. "You obviously like it."

Y/n opens and closes her mouth a few times, her usual sass and confidence momentarily lost. "I… I do not," she protests weakly, her voice not quite as convincing as she'd like it to be. "It's just… you can't just say things like that and not expect a reaction."

Oscar laughs heartily at Y/n's flustered reaction, her protest sounding weak even to her own ears. "Sure you don't," he says, his tone dripping with skepticism. He watches as she stands up from the bed, her face still flushed.

Y/n attempts to regain her composure, smoothing her hair back and taking a deep breath. "Shut up," she mutters, her voice a grumble. "Your ego doesn't need any more stroking."

She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to regain her composure. "I'm not running away," she retorts, her voice a little bit too defensive. "I'm just… going to get something to drink, that's all."

Oscar glances down at the shirt she's wearing, which is his. It hangs loosely on her petite frame, the fabric drowning her slightly. A possessive glint shines in his eyes. He crosses his arms, trying to look nonchalant.

"You're going downstairs wearing my shirt, huh?" he says, his tone playful yet a hint of possession seeping through.

Y/n meets his gaze, an amused smile playing on her lips. She's well aware that wearing his clothes is a surefire way to press his buttons. "Yeah, I am," she replies, her voice casual. "Is that a problem?"

Oscar feigns annoyance, his shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat. "Oh, no, it's not a problem at all," he says, his tone filled with mock irritation. "It's just going to drive me crazy seeing you strutting around in my shirt, looking all adorable and tempting."

Y/n laughs at his response, her expression playful yet a bit smug. "Tempting, huh? I didn't realize my sartorial choices had that much power over you," she teases, her voice light and teasing.

Oscar stands up from the bed, stretching his arms above his head. He watches as Y/n saunters out of the room, his eyes following her every move. The sight of her in his shirt is enough to make his heart race, and the thought of her parading around the house in it is both endearing and torturous.

Y/n descends the stairs, her hair a tangled mess framing her face. She's still wearing Oscar's shirt, the fabric swallowing her small frame. It's obvious she hasn't bothered to look in the mirror or even attempt to tame her bedhead.

As she enters the kitchen, she heads straight for the refrigerator, rummaging around for something to drink. She's completely unaware of how disheveled she looks or how tempting she is in Oscar's oversized shirt.

Meanwhile, Oscar is upstairs, grumbling to himself about how unfair it is for her to look so adorable in his clothes. He contemplates going downstairs but decides to stay put, knowing it would only fuel her sassiness.

Hattie, Oscar's sister, steps into the kitchen with a cheerful smile on her face. "Good morning," she greets, her voice sing-song and cheerful. She looks at Y/n, taking in her disheveled appearance with an amused expression.

Hattie notices the oversized shirt Y/n is wearing and raises an eyebrow, a sly grin on her face. "Is that Scar's shirt you're wearing?" she asks, her voice dripping with curiosity.

Y/n blushes at her observation, feeling a bit embarrassed to be caught in her current state. "Uh, yeah… it is," she admits, her voice shy.

Hattie grins widely, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I knew it!" she exclaims, obviously amused by the situation. "You're practically swimming in it. It looks like you're wearing a tent."

Y/n laughs, feeling a bit self-conscious about how oversized the shirt is on her small frame. "Yeah, it's a bit big on me," she admits, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

Hattie chuckles as she leaves Y/n alone in the kitchen, clearly enjoying the interaction. Her departure leaves Y/n standing by herself, still holding a glass of water and feeling a bit exposed in the oversized shirt.

She takes a small sip from the glass, trying to calm her nerves. The silence in the kitchen is deafening, her thoughts racing with self-consciousness. She glances towards the stairs, wondering if she should go back upstairs or stay here.

Before she can make a decision, footsteps sound from above, growing louder as someone descends the stairs. Y/n turns her head towards the sound, her heart rate quickening with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

She realizes it's Oscar coming down the stairs, and her heart skips a beat as he enters the kitchen. His eyes immediately land on her, his gaze roaming over her frame, taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt.

Oscar walks towards Y/n, a soft smile spreading across his face. He stands in front of her, his eyes roaming over her petite form, the way her hair is a tangled mess around her shoulders, and the way his shirt hangs on her.

He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle. "You look adorable in my shirt," he says, his voice low and affectionate.

His eyes linger on the collar of the shirt, the way it hangs off her left shoulder, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin. He can't help the possessive streak that runs through him, the knowledge that she's wearing his shirt makes him feel a sense of pride and desire.

Y/n returns his smile, her heart fluttering in her chest at his affectionate gaze. She feels a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze, but at the same time, she's also strangely pleased that she's able to provoke such a reaction in him.

She reaches up and fiddles with the hem of the shirt, fidgeting with the fabric as she tries to hide her nervousness.

Oscar's eyes track her fingers as they fidget with the hem of the shirt, his mind going to less-than-innocent places. He steps closer, invading her personal space, his body nearly pressing against hers.

He leans down, his head coming to rest on her shoulder. He breathes in her scent, his nose nuzzling into the crook of her neck. The proximity between them is intimate, his body heat enveloping her.

Their moment is interrupted as Y/n's mother walks into the kitchen, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her. Y/n and Oscar quickly straighten up, both feeling a bit sheepish to be caught in such an intimate position.

Y/n's mother raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, good morning, you two," she says, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "I see you're both up and… cozy."

Y/n feels her cheeks flush as her mom glances from her to Oscar, her knowing gaze missing nothing. Oscar, on the other hand, looks a bit sheepish, his cheeks slightly pink. He clears his throat and attempts to put some distance between them, but it's a bit too late to make things look innocent.

Y/n's mother grins, clearly enjoying the situation. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she says, her tone laced with amusement. She heads over to the coffee maker, preparing her morning cup. "Don't mind me. Just continue what you were doing."

She shoots her mom a mortified look, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She glances at Oscar, hoping he'll say something to diffuse the situation, but he looks just as embarrassed as she feels. They both stand there awkwardly, trying to appear casual while under her mom's watchful eye.

Y/n's mom pours herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip before turning back to them. "You know," she says, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "That shirt looks awfully big on you, Y/n. Where'd you get it?"

Y/n's cheeks burn even hotter as her mom's words hit home. She knows her mom has already figured out Oscar is the source of the oversized shirt. She darts a guilty glance at Oscar, then looks away, unable to meet either her mom's or his gaze.

Oscar looks sheepishly at the ground, his mind searching for something, anything, to say to break the tension. But he's at a loss for words, feeling like he's been caught red-handed. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Y/n's mom watches their embarrassed reactions, clearly amused by the situation. She grins at the both of them, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "Don't worry, I won't tell your father," she says, taking another sip from her coffee cup. "But maybe try to be a little less obvious next time, huh?"

Y/n's shoulders sag with relief at her mom's words. She shoots her a grateful look, silently thanking her for being understanding. Oscar, on the other hand, lets out a relieved breath, grateful that the whole thing didn't escalate further. But he can't help feeling a bit embarrassed that they were so easily caught in such an intimate moment by her mother.

Y/n's mom exits the kitchen, a smirk still on her face. Once she's gone, the kitchen falls into an awkward silence. Y/n and Oscar stand there, their bodies still close to each other, but neither of them knows what to say. The intimacy of the moment earlier is now replaced by a sense of embarrassment and mild mortification.

Oscar breaks the silence, his voice low. "Well, that's the second time we've been caught," he mutters, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "We really need to work on being more discreet."

Y/n snickers at his comment, amused despite their embarrassing situation. "Yeah, apparently we suck at being sneaky," she replies, a smirk on her face. "We might need to invest in some ninja lessons."

Oscar laughs at her response, the embarrassment from before slowly fading. "Yeah, or at least wear more camouflage-friendly clothes," he teases, gesturing to the oversized shirt she's wearing. "That thing's like a giant 'Property of Oscar' billboard."

Y/n laughs, gently swatting his arm with her hand. "Hey, this shirt's comfortable," she defends, running her fingers over the soft fabric. "And it smells like you… which is nice."

Oscar's expression softens at her words, the possessiveness flaring up again at the knowledge that she's wearing his shirt, his scent enveloping her. He reaches out and tugs on the end of one of the too-long sleeves, a playful grin on his face.

"It looks good on you," he says, his voice suddenly lower, his gaze lingering on her frame. "But I gotta admit… I prefer it off."

Y/n blushes at his words, her heart rate quickening with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She playfully smacks his arm again, trying to play it cool, but she can't help the shiver that runs down her spine at his suggestive implication.

Oscar grins at her reaction, clearly pleased with himself for making her blush. He steps closer, invading her personal space once again. He reaches out and tugs on the hem of the shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin. "You know… it'd be really tempting to just pull this shirt right off of you," he murmurs, his voice low and suggestive.

Y/n tries to act coy, but she can't help the fluttering in her chest as his words send a jolt of excitement through her. She jokingly jabs a finger into his chest, feigning a stern expression. "Hey, don't even think about it," she warns, her voice firm but with a hint of playfulness. "We just got caught by my mom, remember? We can't be doing stuff in the kitchen now."

Oscar grins at her faux-stern demeanor, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're no fun," he teases, feigning a pout. "But… you're right. Your mom would probably kill me if she walked in on us in the middle of… well, you know."

Y/n laughs, shaking her head at his shamelessness. "Yeah, I'd rather not have you die a painful death today," she replies, rolling her eyes. "Let's focus on something less mortifying, like breakfast maybe?"

Oscar hums, considering their options. "How about we head over to your Nonna Chiara's café for breakfast?" he suggests, a smile on his face. "I could go for some coffee right now."

Y/n's face lights up at the suggestion. "Ooh, that sounds great!" she says, her taste buds already anticipating the delectable pastries and rich espresso the café is known for. "I could definitely go for a mocha and a muffin right now."

Y/n laughs along with Oscar, both of them feeling excited about their morning plans. "Alright," she says, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Give me ten minutes to freshen up, and I'll meet you in the living room."

Oscar nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before she excuses herself to go prepare. He watches her go, admiring the sight of her in his shirt before turning to go get ready himself.

Sunday, 7:52 AM

The ten minutes pass quickly, and soon enough, Oscar finds himself waiting in the living room, checking the time on his phone. He runs his hand through his hair in anticipation, looking forward to the morning out with Y/n at Nonna Chiara's café.

As he waits, he glances around the room, his eyes roaming over the family photos on the walls and various trinkets scattered here and there. It's a cozy, comfortable space, but he's impatient to get going, eager to spend some time alone with Y/n.

Just as he starts to wonder if she's taking too long, Y/n emerges from the hallway, looking refreshed and ready to go. She sports a pair of jeans and a light jacket to ward off the morning chill. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, and a playful smile graces her lips.

"Sorry for the wait," she says, not looking sorry at all. "Ready to go?"

Oscar takes in her appearance, his eyes scanning over her in appreciation. She looks lovely, as usual, but there's something extra about seeing her in his clothes that makes his heart skip a beat.

"Yeah," he replies, his voice betraying a hint of impatience. "Let's get going. I'm starving."

He stands up from the sofa, shoving his phone into his pocket. He crosses the room to her side, his hand instinctively reaching for her waist to guide her towards the door.

Y/n grins at his eagerness, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Someone's hungry," she teases, batting his hand away from her waist. "And impatient, as usual."

She steps away from his reach, heading towards the front door. As she passes him, she brushes a hand across his chest, her touch feather-light.

Oscar suppresses a grumble at her teasing, the brief contact of her hand on his chest making him want to pull her back to him. He's tempted to grab her and press her against him, but he holds himself back, knowing they need to get going before they do something they'd regret.

He follows her to the door, his gaze focused on the sway of her hips in her jeans. He swallows hard as he imagines pulling her closer, his hands on her hips, his lips against her neck…

Y/n can feel his gaze on her back, the intensity of his thoughts almost palpable in the air. She glances at him over her shoulder, catching him staring, and smirks.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Oz," she teases, her tone light but with a hint of warning.

Once outside, Y/n and Oscar head towards Y/n's car parked in the driveway. Before they reach the vehicle, Oscar swoops in front of her and grabs the keys from her hand.

"I'll drive," he says, a smirk on his face as he unlocks the car.

Y/n lets out a huff, feigning annoyance at his audacity. She crosses her arms over her chest, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're so bossy," she accuses, but there's no real heat behind her words.

Oscar grins as he opens the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in. "And you love it," he responds, his tone cocky but with a hint of affection.

Y/n rolls her eyes, but she can't deny the truth in his words. She climbs into the seat, muttering under her breath about his bossy tendencies. But as he closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, she can't help the flutter of her heart at his gentlemanly gesture.

Once he's in the driver's seat, he glances over at her, the mischievous gleam in his eye. He starts the car, the engine purring to life.

"Seatbelt," he instructs, his voice low and commanding.

Y/n lets out a scoff, but she complies, pulling the seatbelt across her chest and buckling it. She crosses her arms again, feigning irritation at his tone but secretly enjoying the authoritative way he speaks to her.

As Oscar pulls out of the driveway and merges onto the road, a comfortable silence settles between them. He lets one hand rest casually on the gearshift, his fingers tapping out a steady rhythm against the leather.

Y/n looks out the window, watching the scenery pass by in a blur of colors. The silence in the car isn't uncomfortable, but there's a tension hanging in the air between them, an unspoken anticipation of what's to come once they arrive at the café.

As they drive, Oscar glances over at her every so often, admiring her profile and the way the sunlight streaming through the window kisses her skin. He wants to say something, to fill the silence with words of affection or dirty promises, but he knows that waiting is a part of the fun.

Y/n can feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze making her skin tingle. She steals a glance at him, her heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his eyes. She wants to act nonchalant, to pretend she doesn't feel his eyes on her, but she can't keep the hint of a smile off her face.

The drive doesn't take long, and soon enough, they're pulling into the parking lot near the familiar plaza. Oscar parks the car and turns off the engine, the sudden silence in the car deafening. He looks over at her, the tension rising between them.

Y/n unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to him, her heart beating faster as she meets his gaze. The silence in the car makes the sound of her own breathing seem loud, and she can swear she can see his pulse pounding in his neck.

Oscar leans closer to her, his hand reaching out to grasp the back of her neck. He pulls her towards him, his voice a whisper.

"We don't have to go in just yet, you know." Oscar grins, his eyes darkening as he gazes at her.

His fingers trail down the side of her neck, the caress gentle but possessive. He leans a little closer, his lips hovering near hers. "I can think of a few things we can do in the car."

Y/n laughs softly at his suggestion, the sound filled with a mix of amusement and desire.

"You're impossible," she teases, even as her heart hammers in her chest. "We're in public, remember? You'll just have to control yourself for a little while longer."

Oscar's hand drops from her neck, and he leans back in his seat, his expression a mask of mock disappointment.

"You're no fun," he pouts, his tone whiny. "But I suppose you're right. Can't have those old ladies in the café seeing us get handsy in the car."

Y/n giggles at his pouting expression, finding his theatrics endearing. She reaches out and playfully swats his shoulder.

"Oh, stop being such a drama queen," she teases, her tone light. "You can survive a few hours without fucking me, I'm sure."

Oscar feigns offense at her words, his hand flying to his chest in a dramatic gesture. But there's a spark of heat in his eyes as he looks at her.

"Hours?" he asks, his tone exaggeratedly melodramatic. "You're going to make me suffer for hours, huh?"

Y/n laughs again, enjoying their playful banter. "I suppose I am," she replies, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You'll just have to find something else to occupy your mind. Like coffee and pastries."

As they leave the car and approach Nonna Chiara's cafe, the scent of freshly brewed espresso and pastries wafts out from the open doors. The cafe is situated in a quaint building, painted a soft yellow with a green awning over the entrance. Inside, patrons sit at tables chatting and sipping their morning drinks, creating a lively atmosphere.

Oscar opens the door for Y/n, gesturing for her to go in first. As they step inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills their senses, their mouths immediately watering in anticipation. A bell jingles above their head, signaling their arrival, and a few people glance up before returning to their conversations.

As they step up to the register, they find Nonna Chiara standing behind the counter, smiling warmly at them. The elderly woman is wearing a white apron dusted with flour, and her hair is pulled back into a neat bun. She greets them in her lilting Italian accent.

"Buongiorno!" she says, eyes sparkling. "I hoped you would be coming by today."

Nonna Chiara looks at them both, taking in their casual attire and the way they stand close together. She smiles knowingly.

"Is it just the two of you today?" she asks, a hint of mirth in her voice.

Nonna Chiara's expression brightens at Y/n's as she nods her head yes, and her eyes dart between the two of them.

"Ah, I see," she says, a knowing smile on her lips. "I was hoping the young lady who enjoyed my tiramisu would return."

Nonna Chiara chuckles along with them, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She takes down their orders, jotting them down on a small notepad. Y/n and Oscar place their order, their mouths watering at the thought of the pastries and coffee they're about to enjoy.

Once they've placed their orders, Oscar looks around the cafe, taking in the cozy atmosphere. It's the kind of place they could spend hours in, sipping coffee and talking about everything and nothing at all.

Daniel brings their food out to them. He places the food on the table with a smile before doing a double take as he spots Oscar and Y/n. His jaw drops slightly, clearly surprised to see them here together.

He manages to collect himself quickly, but it's clear he's trying to process this unexpected turn of events. He glances over at Nonna Chiara, who smiles innocently, clearly enjoying the young man's confusion.

"Uh, enjoy your food," Daniel manages to say, his voice a little shaky. He gives one more incredulous look before walking back to the counter, clearly bewildered by the sight of Y/n and Oscar.

Daniel nods awkwardly, still clearly confused, and walks back to the counter. Nonna Chiara watches the exchange with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased that she managed to surprise Daniel.

Y/n notices Daniel whispering to Nonna Chiara, their heads close together. She can't hear what they're saying, but it's clear they're talking about her and Oscar. Nonna Chiara glances over, catching Y/n's eye and giving her a wink, clearly amused by the situation.

As they dig into their food, Y/n chuckles at the sight of Daniel's bewilderment. She can only imagine what Nonna Chiara has told him about them, and she's amused by the effect it's having on her poor uncle.

Oscar, oblivious to the gossip at the counter, is busy enjoying his food. He chews slowly, savoring every bite. Occasionally, he glances at Y/n, noticing her chuckling under her breath.

Once they've finished their meal, Y/n and Oscar make their way to the counter to pay. Nonna Chiara is standing there, still sporting a satisfied smile on her face. Behind her, Daniel is still trying to process what he's just witnessed, still looking bewildered.

As Y/n hands over the money, Nonna Chiara leans in with a sly smile on her lips. She whispers in Y/n's ear, her voice too low for Oscar to hear.

"Looks like he's your boyfriend this time around," she says, her tone approving. "I can see the way he looks at you. Like you're the only one in the room."

Y/n blushes at Nonna Chiara's words, her heart fluttering at the thought of Oscar looking at her like that. She glances back at him, and sure enough, he's watching her with a warm, affectionate gaze.

Nonna Chiara chuckles, noticing Y/n's blush and the look on Oscar's face. "Young love," she says, patting Y/n's hand gently. "It's a beautiful thing. Just remember to hold onto each other tight, okay?"

Y/n nods, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and tenderness at Nonna Chiara's words. She can't help but feel touched by the older woman's wisdom and affection.

Nonna Chiara looks at Y/n with a twinkle in her eye, her mind already forming a plan. She smiles warmly and asks, "By the way, do you remember that old cottage me and Daniel fixed up a while back? The one we turned into an Airbnb?"

Y/n nods, recalling the quaint cottage Nonna Chiara is referring to. "Yeah, I remember," she says, her curiosity piqued by the older woman's question. "What about it?"

Nonna Chiara leans in again, her voice low and conspiratorial. "You know, I've got a little secret for you," she whispers. "If you and that handsome boyfriend of yours ever want some time alone, you can always stay at that cottage. Daniel and I haven't rented it out yet.

Y/n's heart leaps at the suggestion, her mind immediately filled with possibilities - both the innocent and not-so-innocent. Spending time with Oscar in a cozy cottage, tucked away from the world, sounds like a dream come true.

She glances back at Oscar, who's engaged in a conversation with Daniel. The idea of spending a night away with him, no distractions, no interruptions, is incredibly tempting.

Nonna Chiara notices the look in Y/n's eyes and smiles, clearly pleased with the idea she's planted in the young woman's mind. "Something to think about, no?" she says, her voice knowing.

Y/n can only nod, her mind already running through the various scenarios that could play out in the secluded cottage. The thought of being alone with Oscar, their worries and responsibilities far away, makes her heart race with excitement.

Nonna Chiara leans in once more, her hand gripping Y/n's arm gently. "If you ever decide to take me up on my offer," she says, her voice a soft murmur, "just remember, the key's under the flower pot with the red chrysanthemums." She gives Y/n a wink before stepping back, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Y/n nods again, committing the location of the key to memory. She glances over at Oscar and Daniel, who are still engaged in conversation. The idea of having a secret retreat, a place just for the two of them, is intoxicating.

She can't wait to tell Oscar about the cottage, to see the look in his eyes when she tells him about the possibility of spending time together in seclusion. The anticipation is already making her pulse race.

Y/n thanks Nonna Chiara for the information and rejoins Oscar, her heart filled with giddy excitement at the prospect of a romantic getaway.

As they leave the cafe, Y/n and Oscar step out into the warm sunshine, strolling arm in arm down the cobblestone square. They wander past little boutique shops and cafes, the air filled with the chatter of passersby and the sound of soft music spilling out of open doors. The atmosphere is relaxed and peaceful, and Y/n can feel the tension leaving her body as they walk.

They window shop together, browsing through the wares in the store windows. From time to time, Oscar will stop to point out something that catches his eye, and Y/n will laugh and tease him about his questionable taste. But really, she's enjoying every moment they spend together, soaking in his company and his presence like a warm, comforting blanket.

As they stroll along, Y/n glances up at Oscar and takes a deep breath. She turns to him, a sly smile on her face. "Hey, you know what Nonna Chiara said to me before we left the cafe?"

Oscar looks down at her, his brow furrowing slightly in curiosity. "I have a feeling you're about to tell me," he replies, his tone amused. "What did she say?"

Y/n grins, excitement bubbling up in her chest. "She told me that if we ever wanted to have some alone time, we could stay at this cottage she and Daniel renovated as an Airbnb," she explains. "It's secluded, cozy... perfect for some alone time if you ask me."

Oscar's eyes light up at the mention of the cottage. He can't help but feel intrigued by the idea of spending time alone with Y/n in a secluded cottage. The more he thinks about it, the more appealing it becomes.

"Seriously?" he asks, a hint of desire in his voice. "That sounds amazing. I'd love to have some time alone with you, away from everything and everyone."

Y/n grins at Oscar's enthusiasm, but she quickly sobers up as she reminds him of their predicament. "Yeah, it sounds great, but we'll need a good excuse if we're going to actually go," she says, her tone slightly sheepish. "How are we going to justify spending multiple days at a secluded cottage without raising any eyebrows?"

Oscar ponders for a moment, his fingers tapping against his chin thoughtfully. He knows Y/n's right - they'll need a good explanation if they want to spend time together in secret. He racks his brain for a plausible excuse, his frustration growing as his mind goes blank.

"Damn it, why is it so hard to plan?" Oscar mutters, his frustration creeping into his voice. "I can't think of a single excuse that won't look suspicious as hell."

Y/n reaches out and pats his arm soothingly. "Don't worry, we'll think of something," she says, though she can feel a hint of worry creeping into her own heart. They need a solid plan if they're going to successfully pull this off.

They continue walking, silently contemplating their options. They need an explanation that will hold up to scrutiny but also won't give away the true nature of their trip. It's a fine line to walk, and they both know it.

Y/n's eyebrows shoot up as a thought suddenly occurs to her. She turns to Oscar, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Wait, I've got it. I have an idea."

Y/n glances up at Oscar, her face breaking into a sly smile. "Okay, here's my idea," she says, excitement in her voice. "We'll tell our parents that Nonna Chiara needs our help with some last-minute renovations at the cottage. She can't find anyone else, and we're the only ones she can depend on. It's a great excuse, don't you think."

Y/n continues, her mind racing with all the possibilities. "And the best part is, if the forecast calls for rain tomorrow night, we can say we got caught in the storm and had to stay the night. They'll have no reason to doubt us, and we'll have a perfect excuse for being there together."

Oscar nods, his face lighting up as he realizes how perfect the plan is. It's simple, believable, and gives them exactly the cover they need. He grins at Y/n, impressed with her quick thinking.

"That's brilliant," he says, admiration in his voice. "They'll never suspect a thing. And if we happen to get stuck there for more than one night... well, that's just a happy coincidence, right?"

Y/n laughs, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of their secret getaway. The pieces are falling into place, and she can almost feel the peace and comfort of the secluded cottage already. She grins up at Oscar, feeling like they're one step closer to their romantic retreat.

Oscar grins as he swings his arm over Y/n's shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He plants a quick, affectionate kiss on her cheek, his lips warm and soft against her skin. Y/n's heart skips a beat at the gesture, a blush creeping up her neck.

"What was that for?" she teases, her voice filled with playful curiosity.

Oscar laughs with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Oh, nothing," he says, feigning innocence. "Just felt like it, that's all."

Y/n rolls her eyes, shaking her head but unable to suppress her smile. "Uh-huh, sure," she replies, pretending to act annoyed. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

Oscar grins wider at her teasing, his arm tightening around her shoulders. "What can I say? You're too irresistible," he replies, his voice dripping with mock arrogance. "I can't help myself."

Y/n and Oscar stroll into the quaint vintage vinyl shop, the smell of old records and musty paper filling their noses. Rows and rows of records line the walls, each one meticulously organized and waiting for a new home. The air is filled with the soft sound of jazz music playing from a worn-in record player.

Y/n's eyes light up as she takes in the scene, the nostalgia washing over her like a wave. She loves the feel of vinyl, the weight of the records in her hands, the way the needle scratching the surface creates a sound that can't be replicated digitally.

She heads over to the jazz section, her fingers skimming over the spines of the records, reading the titles with a smile. Oscar follows close behind, his own eyes scanning the selection. He pulls out a record, examining it with interest.

Oscar's gaze falls on a worn copy of Double Fantasy by John Lennon. He lifts it gently from the shelf, the sleeve cover tattered and faded. He turns it over in his hands, admiring the track listing on the back.

"Hey, look at this," he says, holding up the record for Y/n to see. "It's Double Fantasy. Do you know this album?"

Y/n glances over, her face lighting up at the sight of the record. "Of course," she replies. "John Lennon, 1980. It's got all the hits on it. Hard Times Are Over, I'm Losing You, and of course, Beautiful Boy. It's a classic."

Oscar nods in agreement, his finger tracing over the track listing. "Yeah, it's a masterpiece. Lennon was a genius, there's no denying that." He puts the record back on the shelf, his eyes continuing to scan the other titles.

Y/n watches him with a smile, happy to see him so engrossed in the music. She glances over at the jazz section, her eyes dancing over the titles until she spots a familiar one. She picks it up, holding it reverently in her hands.

She lifts the copy of A Love Supreme by John Coltrane, its cover battered and worn from years of being loved. She runs her fingers over the title, her heart swelling with a sense of nostalgia.

"A Love Supreme," she says, her voice filled with awe. "My dad used to play this album all the time when I was a kid. It always felt like a spiritual experience, listening to it. I haven't heard it in years."

Oscar chuckles, still holding onto the John Lennon vinyl. "Looks like we both have a thing for the classics," he says, gesturing to the John Coltrane record in Y/n's hands.

Y/n looks at the John Lennon vinyl in Oscar's hands, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Hey, we should totally recreate the album cover," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "It'll be so corny, but so fun. C'mon, let's do it."

Oscar laughs, amused by her suggestion. "You want to recreate the album cover? Really? That's cheesy as hell."

Y/n grins, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Exactly. It's so cheesy it's irresistible. Please, please, pretty please?" She bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Oscar rolls his eyes, pretending to act put upon, but he's secretly finding her begging adorable. He can never refuse her anything. "Fine, fine," he says, giving in. "Let's do it."

Y/n places her phone atop a nearby shelf, angling it so that the front-facing camera is aimed toward them. She sets the timer, giving them just a few seconds to strike a pose.

Y/n quickly holds the John Lennon vinyl up in front of their faces, trying to mimic the iconic album cover. Meanwhile, Oscar only looks at her in confusion, realizing what she's doing but not having enough time to react. The camera snaps the picture just as Oscar's face registers surprise, and Y/n laughs at the ridiculous end result.

As they laugh at the ridiculous photo, Y/n realizes that she didn't execute her plan as she intended. She quickly explains that she meant for them to pose behind the vinyl, so it looks like they're kissing in the picture. Oscar chuckles, shaking his head in amusement at her mistake. "You mean like this?" he says, taking the vinyl from her and holding it up between them, leaning in close with a playful grin on his face.

Y/n grins, nodding her head in agreement. "Yes, exactly like that," she says, her heart racing with anticipation. She steps closer to him, their bodies nearly touching as he holds the vinyl up between them.

She sets up the phone again, readjusting the angle to capture the perfect shot. She presses the shutter button, feeling a flutter in her chest as she waits for the camera to snap the picture. The vinyl obscures their faces, leaving their heads just barely visible behind them, creating the illusion of a coy kiss.

As their faces hide behind the vinyl, Oscar takes advantage of the moment and impulsively leans in, pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. Y/n's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly melts into the kiss, savoring the feeling of his lips against hers.

Time seems to stand still as they share a tender, secret moment behind the album cover. Oscar's hand moves to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while Y/n's fingers find his hair, tangling in the soft strands.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Y/n burst into laughter, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of trying to recreate the album cover had been silly enough, but Oscar's impulsive kiss had taken it to a whole new level. She can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Oscar grins at the sound of her laughter, his heart swelling with affection. He couldn't deny that he had been feeling impulsive, but the fact that she found their little moment so amusing only made it more special to him. He watches her, enjoying the way her eyes shine with laughter and the way her cheeks flush pink.

As her laughter dies down, Y/n playfully smacks Oscar's arm. "You sneaky little devil," she says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably due to her wide grin. "I was trying to recreate the album cover, and you go and kiss me instead."

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Sunday, 1:19 PM

Oscar and Y/n eventually pull themselves away from the vinyl records, their arms laden with bags filled with vintage gems. They exit the quaint shop and step outside into the warm sunlight. Checking their watches, they realize it's already a little after 1pm.

Y/n looks at Oscar, feeling a pang of disappointment that their little adventure had to come to an end. "We should probably head back," she says, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Oscar nods, his expression mirroring her disappointment. "Yeah, I guess so," he replies, slinging a bag over his shoulder. "But this was fun, right?"

Oscar and Y/n walk back to the car, their footsteps in sync as they retrace their path. The sun beats down on them, but the warmth of the summer air is a pleasant contrast to the coolness of the vinyl shop. They toss their newfound treasures into the trunk, sighing in satisfaction at a perfect afternoon well spent.

Oscar climbs into the driver's seat and keys the ignition, the engine roaring to life. He glances over at Y/n, a smile on his face as he starts the journey back home.

The drive back is filled with easy conversation and the hum of the engine, the sun beating down on them through the windows. Every now and then, Oscar reaches over to hold Y/n's hand, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. Every moment feels precious and fleeting.

Y/n rests her head against the window, feeling content and at peace. She gazes out at the passing scenery, watching the trees and houses pass by as they make their way back. Every so often, she steals a glance at Oscar, her heart swelling with affection for the boy sitting beside her.

Suddenly, Oscar makes a turn that Y/n doesn't recognize, causing her heart to skip a beat. She looks at him with a puzzled expression, a hint of unease in her voice.

"Where are we going?" she asks, her voice slightly shaky.

Oscar chuckles warmly, noticing the nervousness in her tone. "Don't worry," he reassures her, his hand covering hers comfortingly. "I just want to take us on a little detour before we head back."

Oscar pulls the car to a stop atop a secluded hill, the view of the city sprawling before them in all its glory. The sun casts a golden hue over the landscape, the buildings and trees bathed in the warm light. Y/n gazes out of the car window, her eyes wide in wonder and curiosity at the unexpected turn of events.

Oscar kills the engine and turns to Y/n with a smile. "Come on," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "There's something I want to show you."

Y/n's heart thumps in her chest as she unbuckles her seatbelt and steps out of the car, following Oscar's lead. The air is warm and a little bit crisp, carrying the scent of wildflowers and open space. The soft sound of crickets chirping in the nearby bushes accompanies their footsteps as they make their way to the edge of the hill.

Y/n walks beside Oscar, her hand finding his as they approach the edge of the bluff. The view is even more breathtaking from here, the city lights twinkling below them like a sea of stars. But Y/n senses there's something more, something that Oscar is leading her to.

Oscar stops at the edge of the bluff and looks out at the view, a contemplative look on his face. "It's probably not the most ideal time to be up here," he muses aloud. "The sun's beating down pretty hard, and there's no shade. But the view is worth it, don't you think?"

Oscar turns to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I actually stumbled upon this place while I was out on my run a few days ago," he reveals. "I thought it was too beautiful not to share with you."

Y/n gazes at Oscar, a mix of admiration and surprise on her face. "I can't believe I've never found this place before," she says, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I've been going to Italy every summer for as long as I can remember, and yet I've never stumbled upon this spot." Her eyes widen as she takes in the breathtaking view once again, feeling like she's seeing Italy in a whole new light.

But as she turns back to Oscar, her disappointment fades, replaced by a sense of gratitude. "I'm glad you found it," she says quietly. "And I'm glad you wanted to share it with me."

Oscar wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his side. "I couldn't keep it to myself," he says, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Especially since I knew you'd appreciate it as much as I do."

Y/n leans into his embrace, feeling a flutter in her heart. The warmth of his touch chases away any lingering disappointment, and she feels a rush of gratitude for the boy standing beside her. The sun's rays cast a warm glow over their bodies, the heat of the day mixing with the heat of their affection.

They stand there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the beauty of their surroundings and the closeness of one another. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees mixes with the distant hum of the city, creating a peaceful melody that envelops them both in a cozy bubble of comfort.

Y/n looks up at Oscar, her eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and admiration. She can't believe how lucky she is to be here, experiencing this moment with him. And as she takes in his profile - the sun casting a golden halo around his messy hair, the way his eyes gleam with contentment - she feels her heart skip a beat.

As if sensing her gaze, Oscar turns to her, his eyes meeting hers. He smiles, a soft, warm smile that makes her heart flutter. There's something unspoken in his gaze, a depth of feeling that sends a wave of heat rushing through her body.

Oscar gazes down at Y/n, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her hair is tousled by the wind, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink, and she looks so damn beautiful. He wants to tell her how he feels, how much she means to him, but the words catch in his throat.

Sunday, 6:38 PM

The family is gathered around the dinner table, the delicious scent of home-cooked food filling the air. There's laughter and chatter, and everyone seems at ease as they enjoy the meal together.

Y/n sits next to Oscar, her heart still thrumming with excitement from their time at the bluff. She sneaks glances at him throughout the meal, a smile on her lips every time their eyes meet. The memory of their time alone on hill keeps replaying in her mind, filling her with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

As the dinner nears its end, Y/n clears her throat and turns to the rest of the family, her voice cutting through the pleasant chatter. "By the way," she begins, her tone casual yet purposeful, "Nonna Chiara mentioned needing some help with a few renovations around that old cottage they had." The mention of renovations sparks some murmurs of curiosity among the family members.

Y/n's dad, overhearing the mention of renovations, interjects with a curious tone. "What exactly does she need help with?" he asks, pushing his plate aside and giving her his full attention.

Oscar seizes the opportunity to speak up, his voice confident and casual. "Yeah, Nonna Chiara asked us about helping with some stuff around the cottage," he says, his eyes flickering to Y/n for a moment before returning to Y/n's dad. "She needs some painting done, and some shelves in the kitchen need to be set up."

Y/n chimes in, her voice a little bit nervous but steady. "Yeah, Nonna Chiara specifically asked me and Oscar to help out with some things," she says, her gaze bouncing between her dad and the rest of the family, who is listening intently.

Y/n's words draw the family's attention, and a few curious looks are exchanged between them. The mention of Y/n and Oscar working together piques their interest, and it seems like the conversation is about to shift towards something more intriguing.

Y/n's mom, always observant, smiles at Y/n with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Oh, really?" she asks, her tone casual yet interested. "Just the two of you, huh?"

Y/n nods at her mom, trying not to let any nervousness show on her face. "Yeah, Nonna Chiara said she wanted us to work on it together," she replies, keeping her tone light and nonchalant. "I guess she thought we could get it done faster that way."

The family members exchange a few more glances, the implications of Y/n and Oscar working together not going unnoticed. But before anyone can comment further, Y/n's dad speaks up, his voice practical and pragmatic.

Y/n's dad, always protective of his daughter, gives a slight cough and clears his throat. "Well," he says, his tone a mixture of concern and curiosity, "I suppose it's good that Nonna Chiara's got some projects for you. But, uh, I trust that Oscar will be a perfect gentleman during this little renovation project, you hear me?"

The others chuckle at Y/n's dad's protective comment, knowing that he's half-joking but also half-serious. Y/n rolls her eyes a bit, used to her dad's overprotectiveness, but she can't help the amused smile that playing at the corners of her lips.

Oscar, picking up on Y/n's dad's undertones, nods in agreement. "Of course," he assures him, his voice serious yet light. "I'll be on my best behavior. Wouldn't want to upset Nonna Chiara, or worse, you."

Y/n's mom, always the lighthearted one, can't help but let out a warm, amused laugh at the exchange. "Oh, stop it, you two," she chides them, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "I'm sure Oscar will treat Y/n with nothing but respect."

The table erupts into laughter and chatter again, the momentary tension dissipated by Y/n's mom's jest. The conversation transitions back to more lighthearted topics, but the thought of Y/n and Oscar working together on Nonna Chiara's renovations remains at the back of everyone's minds. Especially Y/n's father.

Sunday, 10:31 PM

Y/n was in her room, singing her heart out to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry while going through her nighttime skincare routine. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and her skin gleamed with a healthy, radiant glow. She moved with a graceful ease as she applied her moisturizers and serums, the lyrics of the song flowing from her lips effortlessly.

As she splashed water on her face and looked into the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a little silly for singing aloud, but the music and the familiar routine of her skincare routine brought her a sense of comfort and relaxation. The sound of her own voice, singing along to the cheerful tune, echoed softly off the walls of her room, adding a bit of warmth and joy to the otherwise quiet night.

Y/n finishes applying her last moisturizer and reaches for her phone on the vanity table. As she picks it up and taps the screen, she notices a notification of a new text from an unknown number.

Y/n quickly edits the contact name to "AA oz 🐨" a small smile playing on her lips as she types it in. She can't help but feel a warmth in her chest at the realization that it was actually Oscar who had texted her, despite the unexpected number. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, she continues the conversation, typing a little bit faster than before.

Y/n had just finished texting Oscar goodnight, a small smile lingering on her lips as she placed her phone back on the nightstand. But as she turned towards the sound of the knock on the door, her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of anticipation and surprise rushing through her. She looks at the door, wondering who could be standing on the other side at this late hour.

Y/n takes a deep breath, her heart beating a little faster, and walks towards the door. Her mind is racing with possibilities, wondering why or why someone is here at her door so late at night. With a slight shaky hand, she grabs the handle and opens it, revealing Oscar standing on the other side.

Oscar walks in, a warm smile on his face as he settles on the edge of Y/n's bed. He looks around the room, taking in the soft lighting and the personal touches that make it distinctly hers. He then turns to her and gestures for her to sit down next to him.

Come on," he says, his voice slightly husky and filled with a gentle insistence. "You were telling me how you wanted to watch Mamma Mia, right? Well, I'm not leaving until we watch at least one movie. So get over here, come sit next to me."

Y/n chuckles at his persistence and slowly makes her way over to the bed, settling down next to him. The bed dips a little under their combined weight, and she's suddenly very aware of how close they are sitting to each other. She can smell his familiar scent, a subtle mixture of laundry detergent and his natural, masculine musk.

Y/n retrieves her laptop from the desk and turns back to Oscar, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "You better make yourself comfortable. We're in for a few hours of chick flicks." She climbs back onto the bed and pats the spot next to her. "And you might as well lay down. It'll be more comfortable for both of us."

Oscar smirks at her suggestion, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Ooh, I see what this is about. You just want an excuse to cuddle, don't you? Admit it, this is all just a ploy to get close to me." He playfully gives her a gentle nudge with his shoulder, his eyes filled with lighthearted banter.

Y/n laughs and playfully shoves him back, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tries to hide her reaction to his tease. "Oh, shut up. You're the one who offered to watch a movie with me. And for your information, it's just so we can both be comfortable."

He chuckles and holds up his hands in mock surrender, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Alright, alright. I get it. It's purely for the sake of comfort, nothing more. You're the one who's being all cozy." Despite his teasing, he shifts and arranges his body more comfortably on the bed, his arm lightly brushing against hers as he does so.

Y/n and Oscar are both bundled up in soft blankets and propped comfortably against a small mountain of pillows. They're snuggled together, the laptop perched in front of them on their laps. The light from the screen dances across their faces, casting shadows and highlights in the dimly lit room.

Monday, 12:40 AM

As the the third movie of the night plays, Y/n feels a wave of tiredness wash over her. The soft, cozy atmosphere, coupled with the warmth of Oscar's body beside hers and the comforting rhythm of his steady breathing, lull her to rest her head against his shoulder. Her hair brushes against his collarbone, her body relaxed and loose against his.

Oscar senses the slight weight of Y/n's head on his shoulder and looks down at her, a small, fond smile playing on his lips. He adjusts his position slightly, pulling her closer to him, so that she's more comfortable. One of his arms casually finds its way around her waist, pulling her into a half embrace as they continue watching the movie.

Y/n nuzzles her head into the crook of his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The steady beat of his heart, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes - all of it is comforting and calming. The movie continues to play, the comedy and drama unfolding on the screen blending seamlessly with the quiet, intimate bubble they've created around themselves.

As the movie progresses, Y/n finds herself feeling more and more comfortable and drowsy, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. The warmth of Oscar's body, the sound of his steady breathing, and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat all seem to merge into a soothing lullaby, pulling her towards the threshold of sleep.

As the movie ends and the room falls silent, Oscar glances down at Y/n and notices her eyes fluttering shut, her breathing becoming slow and even. He reaches over and gently closes her laptop, careful not to disturb her too much. Seeing her so calm and relaxed, snuggled against his shoulder, a small, tender smile forms on his lips.

Oscar carefully moves, removing his arm from around her waist and slowly lowering her head onto the pillow. He gazes down at her for a moment, a mixture of affection and tenderness in his eyes. Before leaving the room, he leans down, and gently plants a light, tender kiss on her forehead. He pulls the blanket up to her shoulders, tucking her in to further ensure her comfort and warmth as she sleeps.

Oscar stands there for a moment, just watching her sleep peaceful, the soft rise and fall of her chest. He leans down close to her ear and whispers, his voice barely above a hushed breath.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful. I'll see you in the morning."

As Oscar whispers to Y/n, he notices her stirring a little. Her lashes flutter slightly, and she lets out a soft huff, a subtle hint of response to his words. With a small smile, he gently smoothes back a stray strand of hair from her face, admiring her peaceful, sleeping form for another moment before quietly making his way out of the room.

Monday, 9:01 AM

The next morning, Y/n yawns and stretches, taking a moment to absorb the early rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains. Remembering the night before, she gets out of bed and quickly freshen up. Dressed in comfortable attire, she makes her way downstairs to the living room, her heart lightly drumming with anticipation as she waits for Oscar to appear.

She takes a seat on the couch, her eyes flickering towards the door every now and then, waiting for any sign of Oscar. She can't help but recall their late-night movie session and the warm, intimate moments they shared. A mixture of excitement and nervousness swirls in her stomach, making her fingers fidget with the loose thread on her sleeve as she waits impatiently.

As Oscar descends the stairs, he notices Y/n sitting on the couch, her eyes darting towards him. He smiles, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her waiting for him. In his hand, he carries a small bag, the soft sound of its contents rustling with each step.

He approaches her and greets her with a warm "good morning." His eyes rake over her, taking in the sight of her dressed casually, her hair slightly messy, but in a charming way. He tries to ignore the fact that seeing her like this, all sleepy and cute, makes his heart race just a bit faster.

Y/n stands, her own bag slung over her shoulder, and asks Oscar if he's ready to go. In response, he nods, a mix of excitement and anticipation shining in his eyes.

"Yep, I'm all set," he replies, a smile playing on his lips. "Let's go before Nonna Chiara gives us an earful for being late."

Y/n chuckles at Oscar's comment, the sound of her laughter filling the air. They head out towards the car, the early morning sun just starting to peek over the horizon.

As they reach the car, Oscar opens the passenger side door for Y/n, gesturing for her to get in. A playful smirk is on his lips, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "After you, Ma'am."

Y/n rolls her eyes at the nickname but can't help the small, amused smile that tugs at the corners of her lips. She gracefully slides into the car and settles into her seat, buckling her seatbelt as she does.

As they drive, Oscar glances over at Y/n, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. After a moment of comfortable silence, he speaks up, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity. "So, we're going to the market first, right? I just wanna make sure I remembered the plan correctly."

Y/n nods in confirmation, her eyes still on the scenery passing by outside the window.

"Yeah, that's right. We're stopping at the market first to pick up some supplies. After that, we head straight to the cottage," she replies, a slight note of excitement in her voice at the thought of the day ahead.

As the car continues, Y/n reaches for her phone and connects it to the car's sound system, a sly smile playing on her lips. She scrolls through her music library and taps on "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars. The soft, soulful melody fills the car, creating a soothing and romantic ambiance.

Oscar glances over at Y/n and smiles when he sees her singing along to the song playing through the car's speakers. Inspired, he joins in, his deep, smooth voice harmonizing with Y/n's in a sweet, unexpected duet.

They continue to sing together, the lyrics filled with heartfelt admiration and appreciation. Their voices blend effortlessly, each hitting the right notes and adding an extra layer of warmth to the atmosphere inside the car. The open road stretches out in front of them, the early morning sun casting long shadows as they sing their hearts out.

Occasionally, they throw each other glances, small grins on their faces as they share this moment, singing their favorite song together in the privacy of the car. Between verses, they burst out into laughter, their spirits high and playful, enjoying each other's company and the connection that the music and the journey together creates.

As the last notes of "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees fade out, they pull into the parking lot of the marketplace. They park the car and unbuckled their seatbelts, the final strains of the song still lingering in the air.

Y/n grabs ahold of Oscar's hand, her grip firm and playful. A determined, excited expression on her face, she drags Oscar along with her towards the entrance of the marketplace.

She glances over her shoulder at Oscar, a smirk on her lips. She tugs at his hand again, their fingers intertwining as she urges him forward.

"C'mon, Oz," she playfully teases, her voice light and cheerful. "We've got a lot to get through, and we're on a tight schedule. Let's go."

She grins at his resigned expression and continues to pull him along, her energy and excitement infectious. The sun shines down on them as they make their way towards the entrance of the marketplace, the sounds of other shoppers and vendors providing a backdrop to their banter and laughter.

Y/n and Oscar weave through the marketplace, their hands still linked together as they make their way through the different stalls and vendors. They pick up fresh produce, fragrant spices, and other ingredients needed for the meals they'll be making later at Nonna Chiara's house. The air is filled with the bustle of shoppers, the aroma of various foods, and the hustle and bargaining of the market dealers.

He turns back to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, guess what I got for you," he says, his voice teasing and deliberately trying to keep the bouquet hidden. He steps closer to her, his tall figure towering over hers as he looms there, his secret clutched behind his back.

Oscar smirks, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Aw, c'mon, don't you trust me?" he teases, his voice dripping with faux innocence. He moves the bouquet slightly behind his back, preventing her from catching a glimpse of the surprise.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, her suspicion growing but also tinged with excitement. She crosses her arms and pretends to act uninterested, raising an eyebrow as she looks at Oscar.

Oscar chuckles at her feigned indifference, clearly enjoying this little game of surprise he's playing. He steps closer, closing the gap between them, his tall frame towering over her. He leans in, his voice lowered to a whisper, his lips almost touching her ear.

"Close your eyes," he whispers, his warm breath fanning gently against her skin. His tone is soft yet commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

Y/n, caught up in the moment, hesitates for a second before deciding to play along. She closes her eyes, her eyelids fluttering shut, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity coursing through her body.

With a satisfied smile, Oscar takes this chance to gently bring the hidden bouquet of sunflowers around from behind his back. He holds it in front of Y/n, the vibrant yellow flowers in full bloom, their petals almost glowing in the sunlight.

He takes her hand and places the bouquet in her palm, her fingers curling around the stems instinctively. He whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath, "Open your eyes."

Y/n slowly opens her eyes, her gaze falling on the bright, cheerful sunflowers now cradled in her hand. A small, surprised laugh escapes her lips, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the unexpected, yet sweet gesture.

Oscar watches her reaction closely, his heart pounding with anticipation. He studies her face, looking for any hint of disappointment or dislike, but instead, sees a wide grin spreading on her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Y/n looks down at the sunflowers, her fingers gently brushing against the soft petals. A soft, awestruck smile graces her lips as she glances up at Oscar, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude.

"You didn't have to do this," she whispers, her voice touched by his thoughtful gesture. "They're beautiful."

With a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye, Oscar admits, "Actually, I didn't pay for those yet." He laughs lightly and turns back towards the flower stall, which was conveniently located next to the produce store Y/n was browsing in. He approaches the vendor and pays for the bouquet of sunflowers, his smile lingering on his lips the entire time.

After a brief exchange with the florist, he returns to Y/n, the bouquet of sunflowers now officially paid for and officially hers. He hands them back to her with a playful shrug, as if it were only a minor detail.

Y/n accepts the bouquet back from Oscar, her fingers once again curling around the stems. She looks at him, her eyes shining with appreciation and fond exasperation.

"You're ridiculous," she says, her voice laced with affectionate amusement. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

The female florist, who's been watching the interaction between Y/n and Oscar, turns to her male produce vendor friend, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He's been witnessing the scene as well, and they exchange a look, their eyes sparkling with mirth.

The produce vendor lets out a soft chuckle and nods towards Y/n and Oscar. In a low voice, he comments to the florist, "They're adorable."

The florist nods in agreement, her eyes still on the couple. She adds, her voice hushed but full of warmth, "They have great chemistry. It's so obvious they really like each other."

As Y/n and Oscar move away from the stalls, they're blissfully unaware of the conversation happening behind them. The produce vendor and the florist continue discussing the couple, their voices hushed but filled with fondness.

The produce vendor leans closer and says, a hint of excitement in his voice, "I bet they're on a date. They'd make a great couple."

The florist nods, her eyes following the pair as they move away. She grins widely, clearly enjoying the speculation. "Definitely a date," she replies, her tone playful. "They've got that new couple energy going on."

Walking back towards the car, Y/n cradles the sunflowers in one hand while her other hand is still intertwined with Oscar's. They make their way through the bustling marketplace, the sounds and smells of the place providing a vibrant backdrop to their casual conversation.

As they reach the car, Oscar unlocks the doors and opens the passenger side for Y/n, gesturing for her to get in. Once she's settled, he shuts the door and rounds the car, sliding into the driver's seat beside her.

He buckles his seatbelt, a satisfied smile on his lips as he looks over at Y/n. She's still holding the bouquet of sunflowers, her fingers gently caressing the velvety petals. He gives her a gentle smile and starts the car, ready to head to Nonna Chiara's house.

As the moments between them grow heavy with the silence, Oscar feels an impulsive idea take hold of him. He glances over at Y/n, her gaze still on the bouquet in her hands, and he decides to act on his emotions. Without giving it much thought, he leans over, his hand gently tilting her chin towards him, and captures her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

Y/n laughs against his lips, her lips curving into a warm smile. She pulls away slightly, keeping her face close to his. She gazes at him with sparkling eyes, a hint of playful curiosity in her voice as she asks, "What was that for?"

Oscar grins, his eyes lighting up with affection. He shrugs as if it were a completely normal response, his lips still close to hers. His voice is soft and tinged with subtle desire as he replies, "Just felt like it."

He leans in again, pressing another light kiss to her forehead, his fingers tracing along her cheek in a tender caress. His eyes lock with hers, filled with a mixture of affection and a hint of longing.

Oscar pulls back, sitting straight in his seat once more. His hand doesn't leave her chin, his thumb gently rubbing against her jawline. He looks at her for a moment in silence, his heart still pounding from the fleeting intimacy they just shared, and a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Y/n grins widely, her laugh light and bubbling out of her in response to Oscar's kiss. She lightly swats his shoulder with her hand, her eyes still sparkling with affection. Her voice is laced with playful scolding, yet softened by her evident enjoyment of his spontaneous gesture.

"Drive already," she says, still giggling slightly. "Before we end up getting in trouble for loitering."

Oscar chuckles and nods, his eyes still glued to her smile. He pulls away, his hand leaving her chin reluctantly, but his fingers lingering on her hand for a brief moment as if reluctant to break the connection. He ignites the car and starts pulling out of the parking spot, his grin mirroring her own.

Monday, 10:56 AM

After a short drive, they arrive at Nonna Chiara's charming cottage. The car comes to a stop in front of the quaint house, its white facade and green shutters adding to its picturesque charm. The surroundings are peaceful, the countryside providing a serene backdrop to the cozy cottage.

Y/n looks up at the cottage, a wave of nostalgia and comfort washing over her as she takes in the familiar sight. She can't help but smile, her eyes lingering on the cottage's warm, inviting windows and the little porch where she used to sit and talk with Nonna Chiara as a child.

Beside her, Oscar turns off the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt, but he keeps his eyes on the cottage as well, noting the peaceful, idyllic atmosphere of the surroundings. He glances at Y/n, her smile speaks volumes about the feelings this place holds for her.

As Y/n walks towards the door, her eyes scan the quaint porch of the cottage, searching for the familiar potted red chrysanthemums that Nonna Chiara always kept near the entrance. The chrysanthemums were her favorite flowers, and the sight of them was always a warm welcome to the cottage.

Oscar follows close behind, his hands carrying the bags of freshly bought produce. He watches as Y/n's gaze travels over the porch, looking for the telltale reds and yellows of the chrysanthemum pots.

Finally, Y/n spots the pot tucked in a corner beside the door, the red chrysanthemums in full bloom and standing in vibrant contrast against the white walls of the cottage. She stops in front of it, a small smile of nostalgia and happiness on her lips as she looks down at the familiar flowers.

She reaches out a hand, gently touching the petals, feeling the silky smoothness against her fingertips. The chrysanthemums always reminded her of Nonna Chiara, of the countless hours spent talking and laughing with her on this porch, the scent of the flowers filling the air, and the sunlight dancing on the petals.

With a soft tug, Y/n lifts the pot and retrieves the key hidden underneath, her fingers gently running over the smooth surface of the pot before finding the cold, slender shape of the key. She straightens up, clutching the key in her hand, and turns towards the door.

Her hand is a bit shaky as she slides the key into the lock, the familiar feel of the gesture stirring a mix of anticipation and emotion within her. The lock clicks open, and she slowly pushes the door open, the creak of the old hinges breaking the silent anticipation.

Oscar watches her, his eyes attentive and observant. He notices the slight tremble in her hand as she turns the key, the way her breath hitches as the door slowly creaks open. It's clear that this place holds a lot of significance for her, her emotions and memories are intertwined with the very essence of the cottage.

As they step inside, the cottage embraces them with its warm, Mediterranean charm. The interior is bathed in soft, natural light that filters through the windows, casting a nostalgic, cozy atmosphere over the room.

The walls are painted in earthy tones, and traditional decor items and family heirlooms dot the space. A faint, familiar scent lingers in the air, a mix of herbs, old books, and a hint of Nonna Chiara's favorite cooking spices.

Oscar closes the door with his leg, he turns his attention to Y/n, a warm smile on his face. He watches as she relaxes on the couch, her body sinking into the cushions, her eyes closed in contentment. He steps further into the living room, taking in the comfort and nostalgia of the cottage himself.

Oscar walks over to Y/n, standing beside the couch and looking down at her with a soft, affectionate smile. He lets out a gentle chuckle and says, "Looks like someone's making themselves right at home."

Y/n opens her eyes, a lazy, content expression on her face. She looks up at Oscar, her lips curving into a soft smile. Her voice is a bit muffled as she speaks, her words tinged with nostalgia and a hint of playfulness. "Well, you can't blame me. This couch is as close to heaven as I get."

Oscar sets the bags of produce on the old wooden center table, the sound of the fruits and vegetables clinking together breaking the peaceful silence of the cottage. He glances at the table, the fruits and vegetables a vibrant splash of color against the old, weathered wood.

He lays down beside her, his head resting against the softness of her chest. His body molding to the comfortable, familiar cushion of the sofa, and he lets out a soft exhale, his breath mingling with hers.

As he settles into place, he can feel the steady beat of her heart beneath his ear, a soothing rhythm that fills his senses and makes him feel at ease.

She giggles as their hands intertwine, her chest moving slightly beneath his head. The sound of her laughter fills the space, a bubbly, carefree sound that spreads warmth through the atmosphere. She looks down at him, her eyes sparkling with affection and a hint of mischief.

As they lie there together, Oscar lifts his head slightly to look at Y/n, a thoughtful expression on his face. He breaks the comfortable silence, his voice soft and warm. "So, what should we do now?"

He props himself up on his elbow, his head resting against his palm, as he gazes at her with a curious, affectionate smile. His eyes trace over her face, taking in the way the soft light of the cottage dances over her features.

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her answer, anticipating whatever idea she might have. He's quite content with the current moment, lying beside her on the cozy couch, but he's always open to whatever she might suggest.

The silence stretches on for a moment, but it's a comfortable quiet, filled with expectation. He continues to look at her, his gaze a mix of admiration and curiosity. He waits patiently for her response, his mind already considering the possibilities of the rest of the afternoon.

Y/n smiles at his question, her eyes studying his face for a moment. She thinks for a few seconds, mulling over their options, but her decision is already made. She grins, a flicker of mischief in her expression.

"Well," she says, her fingers idly playing with his. "There's one thing I've always wanted to do in this old cottage…"

"And what's that?" he asks, his voice curious and eager. He can tell by the sparkle in her eyes that she has something in mind, something that is sure to make this afternoon memorable.

He repositions himself, shifting so he can give her his full attention, his gaze fixed on her face as he waits for her answer. He can sense her excitement, and it only makes him more intrigued about whatever idea she has for them.

Y/n grins widely, her eyes dancing with excitement. She glances around the cottage, as if to make sure the coast is clear, and then turns back to him, her voice filled with anticipation. "You have to promise not to laugh or find this silly…"

Oscar's curiosity grows, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He can tell that whatever she's about to suggest must be something really special or unusual.

He looks at her with an amused and affectionate smile, his voice sincere and reassuring. "I promise," he says, his eyes meeting hers with earnestness. "I won't laugh or think it's silly, whatever it is."

Y/n hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly with a combination of sheepishness and excitement. She looks at him, trying to gauge his reaction, before finally speaking again, her voice soft and just above a whisper. "Let's play hide-and-seek."

As soon as the words leave her lips, Oscar can't help but let out a small burst of laughter. It's not a mocking laugh, but a surprised and amused one, filled with a fond affection.

"Hide-and-seek!?" he repeats, his laughter tinged with disbelief and joy. He glances around the cottage, its quaint rooms and nooks suddenly transformed into potential hiding spots in his mind.

His voice is light and filled with a hint of incredulity. He can't believe she suggested something so unexpected, but at the same time, he's utterly charmed. The thought of playing a childlike game in the old cottage, filled with memories and nostalgia, has a certain appeal that he can't deny.

He grins at her, his eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and delight. He can feel the excitement building between them, the atmosphere crackling with a youthful energy.

"You're serious about this?" he asks, his voice filled with surprise but laced with eagerness.

Y/n nods, her sheepish smile turning into a grin. She looks at him, her eyes sparkling with the anticipation of a challenge. She can see the spark of joy and excitement in his gaze, and it only fuels her own enthusiasm.

"Dead serious," she replies, her voice firm and eager. "I've always wanted to play hide-and-seek here. There are so many good hiding spots."

She glances around the cozy cottage, her mind already racing with plans for potential hiding places. The thought of running and hiding in the familiar rooms, like they did as kids, feels like a burst of nostalgia mixed with a dash of adventure. She glances back at him, her voice filled with determination.

"You can't say no," she adds, lifting a finger in a mock-threatening gesture. "It'll be fun. Trust me."

Oscar grins at her playful threat. The thought of saying no never even crossed his mind, not after seeing her excitement and determination. He can feel his own heart rate pick up, the thrill of the idea of playing hide-and-seek seeping into his veins like adrenaline.

Oscar and Y/n face each other, eyes locked in a determined stare. It's a game of rock paper scissors, the winner deciding who seeks first. Tension hangs in the air as they countdown in sync.

"One… two… three!"

Their hands go up, forming their chosen shape. But it's Y/n's paper that beats Oscar's rock.

As the game concludes, a smug grin spreads across Y/n's face. She let out a victorious laugh, her hand raised in celebration. She had won, which meant she would hide first while Oscar would seek.

"Ha, I win!" she exclaims, her tone filled with triumph and joy. "Looks like you have to count first, while I find the perfect hiding spot."

Her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and mischief, already contemplating where to hide. She looks around the room, surveying the furniture and corners with a shrewd eye. The cottage feels like a playground for the game, full of potential hiding spots.

Meanwhile, Oscar's expression morphs into a feigned pout. He acts disappointed, his shoulders slumped and his lips turned down in a mock-hurt frown. But behind his jokingly hurt expression, there's a twinkle in his eyes, a hint of the eagerness to find her and win the game.

He sighs dramatically, shaking his head in mock disappointment. He moves to the center of the room, his hands covering his eyes as he begins to count loudly and slowly. He begins counting, his voice echoing through the cottage, while he keeps his eyes covered tightly with his hands. "One… two… three… four… five…"

Y/n grins as she watches him cover his eyes and start counting. She takes the opportunity to quietly slip away, her footsteps light and almost imperceptible. She tiptoed around the room, her mind whirling with where she could hide.

Y/n sneaks silently toward the old, wooden cupboard in the corner of the room. The kitchen-like room is small, and the cupboard is situated right next to the oven. She looks around, making sure Oscar hasn't peeked, before carefully opening the cupboard door and squeezing herself inside, her small frame fitting just perfectly among the bowls, jars, and pans.

Y/n sneaks silently towards the old cupboard in the corner of the room. It's an antique piece, with dark wooden panels and a small latch on the front. She opens the cupboard, its familiar creaks of protest like a comforting sound to her ears. She steps inside, carefully closing the door behind her. She is now hidden in the shadows of the cupboard, the walls hiding her from Oscar's sight.

She presses against the back of the cupboard, her breath held in anticipation. She can hear Oscar's voice counting, his tone loud and steady, slowly approaching the number they agreed on. A shiver of excitement runs through her as she awaits the moment he'll start searching.

The seconds tick by, each one making her heart beat faster. She can hear Oscar's voice growing closer to the end of his countdown, each number bringing him closer to finding her. The thought of being found fills her with a strange mix of thrill and anticipation.

Finally, Oscar reaches the agreed number, marking the end of his countdown. He finishes his last "twenty" with a flourish, his voice echoing through the cottage before falling silent. The room suddenly fills with an anticipatory hush, the silence heavy with the knowledge that the game has begun.

Oscar lowers his hands from his eyes, his gaze scanning the room with focused attention. He looks around the space, his eyes searching for any hint of her presence. But she is hidden well, the shadows and silence of the cupboard cloaking her from his view.

He moves slowly, his footsteps quiet but deliberate, as he starts to investigate the different spots in the room. He checks under the furniture and peeks into the corners, but she remains hidden, the cupboard keeping her concealed.

Oscar hears a soft noise coming from the cupboard, a small rustle, or a tiny breath. He grins to himself, knowing instantly that he's found her. But instead of calmly opening the cupboard, he decides to have a bit of fun. He stands right in front of the cupboard, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He takes a deep breath, his heart racing with anticipation, and suddenly opens the cupboard, yelling "BOO!"

Y/n lets out a shrill scream when the cupboard door suddenly opens, her heart leaping into her throat. She had been so focused on being quiet and stealthy that the sudden loud noise completely startled her. She was so sure that she had managed to remain hidden, but Oscar managed to find her unexpectedly.

Oscar staggers back a bit in surprise, his cheek slightly red from the impact of her hand. He wasn't expecting such a strong reaction, and for a moment, he stood there with a mix of surprise and pain on his face. He rubs his cheek gently, a small hint of a smile on his face despite the stinging sensation.

He looks at her, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. He wasn't mad, far from it. In fact, he found her reaction quite cute and endearing. He glances at her, a lopsided smile on his face.

"Did I scare you that bad?" he asks, his voice a mix of amusement and disbelief. He keeps rubbing his cheek, the feeling of her slap still lingering on his skin.

Y/n can't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. The mixture of adrenaline, surprise, and the fact that she accidentally slapped Oscar is enough to bring a wave of laughter bubbling up from within her. She gently holds his cheek, her fingers tracing over the skin as she giggles away.

Y/n takes a few moments to catch her breath and compose herself, still giggling slightly as she looks at Oscar. She can see the slight redness on his cheek, and she feels a slight pang of remorse for reacting so strongly. She takes a deep breath and smiles apologetically.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice still tinged with laughter but sincere.

She gently caresses his cheek again, her touch a mixture of soothing and apologetic. Her eyes sparkle with a hint of embarrassment and guilt. She didn't mean to hit him so hard, it was just a surprised reflex.

Oscar laughs, shaking his head lightly as he looks at her. He can see the guilt lingering in her eyes and he wants to reassure her that he's not mad at her for the unexpected slap.

"Yeah, maybe that's our one and only round," he replies, his tone light and jestful. "We don't want my face turning any redder, right?"

He flashes her a playful grin, silently telling her that it's all in good fun and that he's not actually upset with her. He reaches up, gently taking her hand that's still resting on his cheek, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

His touch is affectionate and reassuring, a silent message of forgiveness and understanding. He doesn't want her to linger in the moment, not when they are having so much fun and joy in the old cottage.

With the game of hide and seek concluded, Y/n and Oscar make their way back to the cozy couch in the living room. The thrill of the game still tingles in Y/n's stomach, her hand remaining holding Oscar's as they sit down again.

Oscar sprawls onto the couch, pulling Y/n down with him as he lays back. He wraps his arms around her, tugging her against him. He looks up at her, a relaxed smile on his face.

The soft cushions of the couch form a comfortable bed for them, the light from the room just right for this moment. He pulls her tighter against him, her body fitting perfectly against his. He lets out a content sigh, his hands gently tracing patterns on her back.

As Y/n lies against Oscar, a sudden memory surfaces in her mind. She abruptly remembers the lipstick she bought the previous day, the one she hadn't had the chance to use yet. Her eyes widen slightly, and she looks at Oscar, an idea forming in her mind.

Y/n disentangles herself from Oscar's arms, her movement quick and eager. Oscar watches her get up puzzled, a slight frown on his face.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

Y/n walks over to her bag and digs out the newly purchased lipstick. She takes a moment to observe it, the sleek and shiny tube catching the light. She then turns to the nearby mirror, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Lipstick," she says excitedly.

She uncaps the lipstick, bringing it up to her lips. With steady and practiced motions, she applies the new shade, careful not to stray outside the lines.

Oscar watches Y/n from his position on the couch, his gaze fixated on her every move as she applies the lipstick. A soft smile graces his lips, his eyes watching her intently. The sight of her carefully applying makeup is oddly mesmerizing and cute to him.

Y/n finishes applying the lipstick, her lips now sporting a fresh and vibrant hue. She smiles, satisfied with the result before turning back to Oscar. She walks back to the couch and sits down next to him, her movements graceful and elegant.

She looks at Oscar, her eyes sparkling with a hint of satisfaction and confidence, the new lipstick emphasizing the natural beauty of her features even more.

Y/n turns to Oscar, her eyes searching his face for a reaction. She's curious to know his opinion about the new look, her heart beating just a bit faster at the prospect of his answer. She speaks up, her voice soft but eager. "Does it look good on me?"

Oscar looks at Y/n, his eyes roaming over her face and taking in the new look. The new shade of lipstick accentuates her lips, bringing out her natural charm and making her look even more beautiful than usual.

He smiles warmly at her and says, "You look gorgeous," his voice is sincere and full of admiration.

Y/n leans in and places a light kiss on Oscar's cheek, the new shade of lipstick leaving a faint, but noticeable mark behind. She pulls back slightly, a satisfied smile on her face, enjoying the sight of the lipstick mark her kiss left on his skin.

Oscar starts to speak, but before he can say anything, Y/n swoops in and starts planting more kisses on his face, her lips leaving a trail of lipstick marks on his cheeks, forehead, and even his nose. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she smooches him repeatedly, each kiss leaving a vibrant mark behind.

Monday, 4:51 PM

Some time passes and now Oscar and Y/n are getting ready to prepare dinner. The day has advanced and hunger has slowly encroached on their stomachs. They make their way to the kitchen, eager to get started on the cooking.

They enter the kitchen, the evening light filtering in through the windows. Y/n glances around, her eyes falling on the various cooking supplies and ingredients laid out on the counter.

Y/n looks at the ingredients spread before them and says with confidence, "We should make pasta. It's simple and easy to prepare." With a smile, she begins to take out the things they would need: pasta, sauce, cheese, and other toppings of their choosing.

As Y/n works on preparing the pasta and sauce, she pulls her hair back into a tidy ponytail, the movement swift and effortless. Her hair is swept up and out of her face, held back by a soft scrunchie. She glances at Oscar and notices him staring, a small smile playing on her lips.

She raises an eyebrow at him, a hint of curiosity in her expression. "What are you staring at?" she asks, her voice lighthearted and playful, as she continues stirring the sauce.

Oscar shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his face as he is caught staring. He looks away for a moment before turning back to her, his eyes still admiring her appearance. "Just thinking about how cute you look with your hair up like that," he replies, his tone affectionate.

Y/n can't help but blush at his compliment, the heat rising to her cheeks. She smiles, her heart fluttering a bit at his words. "Oh, really?" she teases, a hint of coyness in her tone, "You're just trying to flatter me so I'll make the pasta better." She gives him a playful wink, continuing to stir the sauce.

Oscar stands up from his spot and walks over to Y/n, sneaking up behind her while she's stirring the sauce. He encircles her in a warm and tight hug, his arms wrapping gently around her, pulling her back against his chest.

His arms tighten around her, holding her closer against his chest. He can feel the warmth of her body against him and the rapid beating of her heart, the subtle signs of his effect on her. He grins against her skin, his lips lingering just a bit longer on her neck before he speaks into her ear.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice low and a bit huskier than usual, "I think the pasta's gonna taste better if you're distracted." His breath fans her ear, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down her neck.

He continues to press kisses against her neck and shoulders, his hands gently running down her arms before encircling her waist again. He holds her close, his body pressed against her, the warm heat between them growing with every kiss and touch.

Y/n shivered at the sensation, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Without turning around, she reached back, unbuttoning her pants and allowing them to fall to her ankles. Her black lace panties were the only thing standing between her and his eager mouth.

"You always wear lace, Y/n"" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "It suits you."

Oscar bent her over the kitchen counter, exposing her wet, aching cunt to his hungry gaze. He wasted no time, diving between her thighs, his tongue delving into her folds. Y/n let out a moan, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she arched her back, offering herself fully to him.

Each flick of his skilled tongue sent shivers down her spine, her body writhing with pleasure. As the sauce continued to simmer, so did her lust, the heat of the stove mirroring the fire that raged within her. Oscar's tongue played with her clit, teasing it mercilessly, causing her to whimper and squirm.

"Oh god, Oz," Y/n panted, her voice ragged with need. "I'm so close..."

He continued to torment her, his tongue flicking faster, more insistent. Y/n could feel the orgasm building, coiling tight within her like a spring. Then, with a final, intense flick, she exploded, her entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Oscar continued to pleasure her, sucking and licking until the last wave of her climax had passed. He pulled away, smirking up at her as she regained her composure.

After his unexpected and passionate act, Oscar pulls up her pants, his hands lingering a bit longer on her hips than necessary. He steps back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and feigned innocence, as if he hadn't just sent waves of pleasure through her moments ago.

Y/n continues stirring the sauce in the pot, her cheeks still flushed and her breaths slightly shortened. Despite her best efforts to appear calmer, her legs betray her, trembling ever so slightly. The aftermath of Oscar's actions still lingers on her, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Oscar can't help but laugh at the sight of Y/n still visibly affected by his previous actions. He walks over to the nearby sink, a hint of a smirk on his face, and proceeds to wash his mouth, thoroughly rinsing away the evidence of their moments of passion.

Once he's finished rinsing his mouth, Oscar proceeds to wash his hands, turning on the faucet and running them under the water. He lathers up the soap, making sure to thoroughly clean between his fingers and under his nails. All the while, he casts occasional glances at Y/n, taking in her flushed and disheveled form with satisfaction.

Oscar walks over to Y/n, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before saying, "Sit down, I'll finish up here." There's a hint of playfulness in his tone, mixed with a bit of concern for her still trembling legs.

He gently pushes her towards a nearby chair, a smirk on his face, silently amused by the lingering effect he has on her. He then returns his attention to the sauce, stirring it and adjusting the heat to let it simmer.

As he continues working on the sauce, he glances at Y/n, watching as she takes a seat in the chair. He can see the way she's still trying to calm her breaths, her cheeks still rosy, and a satisfied grin forms on his lips. Oscar knows that he's stirred her up pretty good in more ways than one.

Y/n's laughter interrupts Oscar's reverie, her words and the look on her face instantly catching his attention. Oscar looks down and realizes he's sporting a visible and undeniable tent in his pants. He blushes immediately, a mix of embarrassment and surprise washing over him.

She winks at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continues scrolling through the pictures on her phone. The photos of them together earlier in the day, smiling and laughing, and probably some of the earlier moments in the kitchen.

Oscar chuckles, looking down at his pants with a mild blush on his cheeks. He can't deny the fact that the memories of their time together have indeed gotten him a bit excited. He looks back at Y/n, a bit embarrassed but trying to play it cool, and replies,

"Yeah, maybe I should. Or you could just stop going on your phone and suck me off right now."

Y/n grins, her eyes still on the photos on her phone, her mind already contemplating the future 'later'.

"Oh, I'll be giving you more than just a blowjob later, don't you worry about that," she says, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Oscar laughs along with Y/n, the banter between them light and playful. As the pasta finishes cooking, he turns off the heat and grabs a nearby plate, preparing to serve the food.

He looks at her, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes, and says, "Can you pass me the plate, please? The pasta's ready." He holds out his hand expectantly.

He waits for Y/n to hand him the plate so he can start dishing up the pasta. The kitchen is filled with the scent of the tomato sauce and the sound of their laughter, the earlier moments of passion mixed with the easy banter between them.

He takes the plate from Y/n's hands, his touch gentle and careful. He starts scooping out the pasta from the pot, ladling a generous serving onto the plate. The sauce coats the pasta, the noodles shining with a layer of rich, tomatoey goodness.

The evening progresses, and with the pasta cooked and served, Oscar and Y/n spend the rest of the evening playing card games together. They sit at the kitchen table, the deck of cards shuffled and ready for the game to begin.

They take turns dealing and playing the games, competitive spirits igniting as they try to outdo each other in each round. Laughter and banter fill the air as they play, their words light and playful as they tease and taunt each other.

Hours passed, the games continued and the fun never seemed to end. The atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable, the earlier moments of passion set aside in favor of the simple joy of spending time together. They're both enjoying themselves, the light-hearted competition bringing out a fun and carefree side to them both.

As the night progresses and the card games finally come to an end, Oscar and Y/n decide it's time to call it a night. They stretch and yawn, the hours of playtime leaving them feeling a bit tired but satisfied.

They make their way to the bedroom, their steps unhurried and relaxed. Once they reach the bed, they both settle down on the covers, their bodies seeking the comfort of each other's presence.

They lay side by side, their limbs slightly touching under the covers. The room is quiet, the only sounds being their soft breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as they adjust their positions.

They're close enough to feel each other's warmth, a source of comfort and security in the quiet darkness of the room. They both shift a bit, getting more settled into the bed, their bodies gravitating towards each other as they prepare to sleep.

Oscar gazes back at her, his expression confused and a bit worried, unsure of what promise she's referring to. He responds jokingly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"You're not gonna murder me because I cheated at a card game, are you? You did jokingly say you'd murder me, but I assumed you were just bluffing."

Y/n laughs at Oscar's initial confusion, finding his worry amusing. She shakes her head, clarifying herself as she explains what she's referring to.

"No, no, not about the cheating. I'm talking about the promise I made to you in the kitchen earlier. Remember?"

She smirks, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she recalls the moment in the kitchen, their earlier playful banter, and the promise she made in the heat of the moment.

She looks at Oscar, her gaze steady and seductive, expecting him to remember what she promised. Her expression seems to say "Don't tell me you forgot already."

The silence hangs in the air for a moment as Oscar's mind goes back to the kitchen, trying to recall the specific promise she made. His brows furrow slightly as he wracks his brain, the memories of their playful banter in the kitchen slowly returning to him. Her words from earlier replayed in his head.

Finally, it seems to click, Oscar's eyes widening slightly as he remembers the promise she made. A grin forms on his lips, and he gives her a knowing look, his gaze meeting hers in the dim light of the room.

"Oh, that promise," he responds, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and desire. "I think I remember… But do remind me again, just to be safe," he says with a wink.

Y/n rolls her eyes in mock exasperation at Oscar's challenge, a subtle smirk on her lips. She glances back at him with a determined expression, a hint of playfulness and confidence in her gaze.

"I'll show you," she responds, her words firm and suggestive. "Don't worry, I keep my promises."

Y/n lay on the bed, her head between Oscar's thighs, while he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked down at her with a mixture of desire and admiration.

"Y/n, you look so pretty like that," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently tugging on her locks. "Your mouth feels incredible, baby."

Y/n's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue tracing the vein that ran along its length. Oscar's hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck, yes. That's it. Suck me off, baby."

She took him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. Oscar groaned louder, his breathing becoming more labored. "You're so good at this, baby. You're making me feel so good, so fucking good"

Her eyes met Oscar's for a moment, a devilish grin playing on her lips. She pulled off his cock, the wet sound echoing in the room. "Is that so, Oscar?" she asked teasingly, before taking him back into her mouth with a moan.

Oscar's head fell back, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the pleasure. "Oh, God, yes. Your mouth is heaven," he panted, his grip on her hair tightening. "Suck me harder, baby. Show me how much you love my cock in your mouth."

Y/n obeyed, taking him deeper and bobbing her head faster. Oscar's thrusts became more aggressive, his hips meeting her eager mouth with a fervor that matched her own. "You're such a good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "I bet you'd do anything to make me cum, wouldn't you?"

Y/n let out a muffled moan, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off eagerly. Oscar's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and forth as he controlled the pace. "That's it, Y/n. Show me how much you crave my cock."

Her eyes watered, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She could feel Oscar's control slipping, and she knew she was close to making him explode. With one final, powerful thrust, she felt his cock pulse in her mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Oscar cried out, his release flooding her mouth. She swallowed his seed, her eyes meeting his as she pulled off his cock. A satisfied smirk graced her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Oscar collapsed back onto the bed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Y/n. That was incredible."

Y/n leaned forward, pressing her lips to Oscar's in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. As the passion between them grew, Y/n shifted her position, straddling his thigh.

The pressure of her wetness against his leg sent shivers down Oscar's spine. He reached down, sliding his hand between her legs, feeling her slick folds. "You're so wet, baby," he groaned, his fingers teasing her clit.

Y/n moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against his hand. Her kisses grew more desperate, her need for him becoming more insistent. She broke the kiss, her breaths coming in short pants. "Please, Oscar. I want you inside me."

He rolled them both over, positioning himself between her thighs. Y/n arched her back, offering herself to him. "I want to feel you, every inch," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Oscar's eyes locked onto hers as he pushed into her, filling her completely. Y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began

to thrust into her. Their hips met in a frantic dance, their moans filling the room. Oscar's grip on Y/n tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lost himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his pace increasing. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I need you, Oscar. Don't stop."

He didn't, driving into her with a fierce intensity that left them both breathless. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their passion echoing in the room. Y/n's eyes rolled back, her orgasm building within her.

"Oscar, I'm close," she panted, her voice thick with need.

"Me too, baby," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Let go for me. Let go and feel me inside you."

Y/n's body convulsed, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. The sensation was enough to tip Oscar over the edge, his own release filling her as he cried out her name.

Oscar's cum spilled out of Y/n, his breaths coming in gasps as he pulled out of her. He didn't waste any time, pushing her onto all fours, her ass in the air, inviting him to take her from behind.

Y/n let out a moan, her body aching for more. She felt him position himself at her entrance, and then he thrust back into her, filling her completely. The change in position gave him a deeper, more powerful entry, and Y/n couldn't help but cry out at the sensation.

Oscar's hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he began to thrust into her. "You like this, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Being taken from behind like a dirty little slut."

Y/n's hips bucked, meeting his thrusts with a hunger that mirrored his own. "Yes, Oscar. I love it. Please, don't stop."

He gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Y/n's nails dug into the sheets, her body writhing beneath him. The relentless pounding set her nerves on fire, her orgasm building once again.

"Oh god, Oscar," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I'm so close."

He increased his pace, his own desire reaching a boiling point. "Come for me, baby. Feel me filling you up."

Y/n's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her cries filled the room as she came undone, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. The sensation was enough to push Oscar over the edge, his own release filling her as he cried out her name.

Oscar pulled out of Y/n, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he admired the sight of her glistening body. He moved to straddle her chest, spreading her legs wide.

"Lay back, baby," he commanded, his voice laced with desire. "I want to see you when I fuck you."

Y/n complied, her heart racing with anticipation. Oscar positioned himself at her entrance, and then he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out at the sensation, her ankles hooked over his shoulders, giving him the deepest access possible.

Oscar's hands found her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he began to thrust into her. "Look at me, Y/n. Watch me fuck you," he commanded, his eyes locked onto hers.

Y/n met his gaze, her body arching to meet his thrusts. The intimacy of this position, the raw vulnerability of having her ankles over her shoulders, made her feel exposed and desired in a way that left her breathless.

"Oscar, I need you," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He grinned, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. The room was filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, their moans mingling in the air. Y/n's body writhed beneath him, her nails digging into the sheets as her orgasm built once again.

"Oh god, Oscar," she cried out, her body tensing. "I'm going to come."

He responded by increasing his pace, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. "Cum for me, baby."

Her orgasm crashed over her, her cries filling the room as she came undone. The sensation was enough to push Oscar over the edge, his own release filling her as he cried out her name.

As their orgasms subsided, Oscar collapsed onto Y/n, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss.

"God, Y/n," he whispered, his voice soft with satisfaction. "You're incredible."

She smiled up at him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. "So are you, Oscar."

He pulled out of her, his spent cock leaving a trail of evidence between them. They lay entwined, their hearts beating in unison, the sweat on their bodies glistening in the dim light.

Y/n lies back in bed, her body slightly trembling with residual pleasure and tiredness. She lets out a satisfied sigh before turning towards Oscar, a small smile on her lips.

"We'll need to stop by the pharmacy tomorrow," she says, her voice a bit weary but resolute. "We're gonna need some Plan B."

Oscar nods, understanding the necessity and importance of stopping by the pharmacy. He stands up from the bed and walks over to the bathroom. After a moment, he returns with a towel in hand.

He approaches Y/n, his movements gentle and careful as he begins to clean her up with the towel, his touches gentle and soothing as he takes care of her.

He moves the towel across her skin, wiping away the remnants of their intimate encounter, his touch firm yet tender as he ensures she's clean and comfortable. He takes his time, making sure to not miss any spot.

Once he's satisfied that she's clean, he gently pats her dry with the towel, the soft cloth absorbing the excess moisture from her body. There's a hint of care and nurturing in his actions as he takes care of her, a small gesture of affection.

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sinofwriting · 8 months ago

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Wine - Charles Leclerc

Words: 1,122 Summary: Charles wakes up to an empty bed. Note(s): Slight NSFW, Angst, I was trying to write something else and then this popped into my brain. So everyone say thank you Sin’s brain, now please write what you actually were supposed to write.

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He wakes to an empty bed and the good mood that the restful sleep had put him in is gone, replaced with confusion. Charles always woke up first. He could count on one hand in the three years they had been dating when she had woken up before him. This was the fourth time.

Getting up, he lets out a groan as he stretches. A yawn that nearly makes his jaw pop escapes him as he moves out of the bedroom, journeying to find where his girlfriend is.

“Baby,” he whines and she jumps at the sound of his voice. “You aren’t in bed.”

She doesn’t say anything and he frowns, coming closer and his heart stops as his eyes adjust and focus on her, her face stained with tears, lip trembling. “Oh, baby. What happened?” He breathes, kneeling on the carpet in front of her.

“I,” She starts, only for the tears to start falling again.

His stomach twists. “It’s okay.”

She shakes her head. “Cha,” she pauses, swallowing thickly. “I’m pregnant.”

He stares at her with wide eyes, the joy he is supposed to hear at those words unable to form at the sight of her tears and downtrodden expression. Instead, it’s pain, heartbreaking pain. It comes and hits him so fast that tears sprang to his eyes.

Those words were supposed to be said with happy disbelief. Maybe after he watched her pee on a stick or as they sat in a doctor’s office, or him coming home to her and she’s unable to not stop herself from saying it before anything else. They aren’t supposed to be said like this.

And god, he wanted kids, she wanted kids, they wanted kids, didn’t they? When they got together, when they got serious, they talked about it. About wanting kids. About him wanting three, about her not wanting more than that because Monaco was just too small to raise more than that in. Had that changed for her? Had it changed her and she just never said? Had he not noticed? Had he mistaken the longing look in her eyes when they met Chiara? Had it actually been disgust? Had they not come home and she demanded him to try and fuck a baby into her, despite her birth control? Had they not in the afterglow talked about babies, the names they liked, the crib she saw and wanted?

“Are we,” He clears his throat, taking a deep breath. “Are you upset about it?”

She nods quickly and a few tears slip from his eyes. “Charles.” Her voice breaks around his name. “We had wine last night, I drank wine last night. What if,” she’s sobbing now. “What if it hurt the baby?”

Horrible relief fills him and he’s gathering her in his arms, tears spilling down his face as he presses kisses to her head. “No.” He breathes. “No, it will be okay, mon amour. I’ll get you an appointment with the doctor today, yeah? Make sure that they are okay?”

She nods, sniffling. “Okay.”

He doesn’t know how long he holds her for before he can finally let her go a little bit.

“Hi, baby.” He whispers, wiping away the tear tracks on her face with his fingers.

“Hi Cha.”

He smiles at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Can you tell me again?” He asks, voice still a whisper. “Can you, please?”

She looks at him, a smile on her face for the first time this morning. “Cha, I’m pregnant.”

His eyes close at the words, lips forming a grin. The joy that he hadn’t been able to feel early, coursing through him.

“I’m so happy.” He breathes hours later when they are in bed, back from the doctors that had told them the baby was okay, nothing to worry about as she was only ten weeks along.

She beams at him, fingers dancing over his pecs as she straddles his lower stomach. “It is good news.”

“The best.”

He privately wishes she had his ring on her finger and his last name, but that could happen next week. He had the ring already anyway, his plans for next month somewhat ruined, but that was fine, this was better than that anyway.

“How did you know?” He asks. The doctor hadn’t asked, probably because of how panicked he had been on the phone when demanding an appointment and explaining why.

Her fingers stop moving and she’s not looking him in the eye anymore.

“Mon amour,”

“My phone.”

He looks at her confused and she must be able to feel it since she’s looking at his chest, not his face because she continues.

“I woke up to go to the bathroom and when I came back, my phone, it had a notification asking me if I had gotten my period yet. I hadn’t even realized I was late. So, I went to the kitchen, drank two glasses of water and took a test.”

His eyebrows furrow. “You left to go buy a test?” He couldn’t imagine sleeping through the sound of her leaving the apartment to get a test.

Her fingers dig a little into his chest, but he doesn’t even flinch and she looks at him, nervous. “I already had one in the bathroom.”

Charles’ jaw drops. “What?”

She shifts back on him, “it’s just since Chiara, we’ve been so much more active! I wanted to be prepared in case.”

His hands that have been resting on the bed, occasionally before he asked how she knew, running up and down her calves, land on her hips, gripping them tight as he moves her until she’s properly straddling him.

“We were trying to make a baby.” He reminds of her.

“Practicing.” She corrects. “We were practicing making a baby.”

One of his eyebrows raises and he tightens his grip on her hips, forcing her to grind on his hardening cock. “Really? Because I remember a lot of you begging me to cum inside of you, to give you a baby, my baby.”

“Cha.” She whines.

“What baby?” He murmurs, sitting up to press their lips together. “I did it, didn’t I? Give you my baby.”

“You are impossible.” She whispers before returning his kiss with a kiss of her own. “But yes. You did give me a baby.”

He groans, thrusting up as best as he can. “Promise me,” he begins as he presses kisses to her jaw. “That next time you’ll tell me. You’ll tell me that you bought a test. I,” he groans again. “I want to know.”

She nods, frantic. “Yes, yes. I promise. I promise I’ll tell you.”

“Good. Now take off your clothes. I want to start practicing for baby number two.”

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writervaul-t · 5 months ago

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something about you

chapter four: the wild wolf

summary: chiara calls [name] and unexpectedly sees more sides of benji.

pairing: modern!benjicot blackwood x reader

note: anyone got songs that are reader or benji coded? i'm expanding my playlist 😫

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There were many things [Name] could describe Chiara and one of them had not been predictable.

She had told [Name] she would be out with a couple of friends from her department at The Wild Wolf, a club just right outside the campus and a frequent place most students gravitated to after a torturous month of exams and classes.

Chiara had lived with the concept "Party it out" whenever a mildly inconvenient problem had found itself on her lap. [Name] elected to stay home during those times, either working the night shift at Rhaenyra's store or sitting at home. There were rarely ever days where their street was dead silent and [Name] took every opportunity to enjoy the minimal noise pollution.

That's why she found herself dumbfounded as she stood in front of The Wild Wolf, her phone gripped tightly in her hand as the music from her phone was nearly synced with what she was hearing outside. The guard, tall and burly Cregan Stark, was also the TA at her Data Analytics class last semester. He stood awkwardly in front of her as they tried to decode what Chiara was saying.

"I'm - hic - too druuuunk." Chiara says for the sixth time that night to her. "I'm at the sears by the bar. Do you think you can come gerk me please? I promise I won't ever doew thith agai--"

The line cut off, making both Cregan and [Name] shoot each other exhasperated looks. "I'll let you in since I know you're just going in to get her." Is all Cregan can offer, motioning to the ever growing line at to the club.

"I owe you one." [Name] says in response, letting Cregan stamp her hand before opening the door to the sound of loud EDM and body heat. Lights strobbed all around her, making [Name] disoriented as she made her way toward the booths, hoping to find Chiara quickly.

Worry seemed to work its way up as she couldn't find her friend after three booths. She couldn't have wandered too far away from how recent the call was. Still, it was Chiara of all people and the possibility of her wandering off anywhere while inebriated wasn't a new concept.

"Is that [Name]?" A voice calls out as she passes by a group, stopping her from checking another booth just past them. Her eyes go wide as she makes eye contact with a Tully. Beside him stood his brother and a couple of other people she could barely recognize but they certainly knew her from the way they looked at her. She kept herself still before she finally met a set of familiar dark eyes.

Benji looked as shocked as [Name] was as they made eye contact. His hair had been loose of its usual style, the brown strands covering his forehead and as if he'd run his hand through if one too many times all night. He wasn't dressed any differently then usual but she wasn't sure she'd seen him in the striped shirt and jeans he had on.

Or the chain around his neck and rings on his fingers. Or the girl clinging to his arm. A girlfriend? [Name] asked herself before remembering Chiara mentioning he hasn't been seen with anyone.

"Hi?" [Name] says. Benji pulls away from the girl - his friend group entirely - as he comes up to her. [Name] puts a hand up to stop him from coming closer, doing her best to speak loud enough so only he can hear. "I'm not here to party."

"I gathered that much." Benji says, looking at the starry sweater and leggings she threw on before leaving her apartment. "Are you alright? What's wrong?"

From the corner of her eye, she can spot the brothers put their heads together, looking over Benji's shoulder and waving. The girl he had stood with looked at her curiously as she put her attention back on the man, worry settling in again as she remembered why she was here.

"My friend - Chiara Tyrell. She called me piss drunk and asked me to come get her. Have you seen her?" She asked him hopefully before looking around.

"No, I haven't but let's find her together, yeah?" Benji calls over the music, before turning back to his friends to tell them he would help [Name] and guiding her through the booths.

They checked diligently, Benji asking anyone he knew if they saw a brunette girl passed out anywhere. [Name] had nearly lost hope in everything until she heard a shriek and felt someone tackle her from behind. She nearly lost her footing had Benji caught her before falling over.

Chiara grinned dopily at the two of them, wrapping her arms around [Name] as she stared straight at Benji and said, "Ben! I'm so glad you're here. Do you think you can convince your girlfriend to go out sometime? It would so much more fun if you'd come with us! But I know that this place probably isn't part of your thing--"

[Name] stared her friend down, hand reaching to cover her mouth but Benji interrupts them, helping Chiara stand up after moving [Name] beside him. "Let's ask her when she's not about to kill you." He interrupts, working as a barrier between them and the dancing crowd.

[Name] groans as she puts her friend's arm around her. "How do you weight nothing but everything at the same time?" She huffs at her friend.

Chiara doesn't respond, seemingly falling asleep after realizing [Name] had found her. Benji grabs the other side of Chiara, helping [Name] move her to a booth close to where he originally was. Kermit and Oscar, having watched the whole ordeal, walks up to them, peering over at Chiara.

"Oh, she's gone." One of them chimes in.

"Do you need help?" The other adds, to which [Name] paused at the thought.

Chiara was small but definitely not light enough for her to walk five blocks on her back. She looked from her friend to the three men in front them then to the group they had came with. All of them seemed invested in what was happening, which made [Name] wonder if any of them were made aware of their agreement at all.

"Um, maybe just to take her outside? I can call a rideshare--" She started but nearly felt sandpaper go down her throat as she caught sight of a familiar mass of brown hair coming their way.

"Odd group to see!" Aeron calls out, a smile on his face that could only mean he drank one too many. His eyes blearily focused on [Name]. "Coming to pick your boyfriend up, [Name]? Ulla Greyjoy was all over him just a moment ago."

A pit in her stomach fell. He saw Benji with another girl? A fear struck in her as she realized they might get caught if she doesn't think of something quickly. "Um, no. I was with Chiara all night. We just separated from everyone."

Aeron glanced at her "In that bingo get up?"

[Name]'s cheeks turned red as she remembered her ridiculously put together outfit. Even in the dim light, she probably did look like a displaced librarian who just finished her night shift. Still, she wouldn't let his comments bother him, turning away to check on Chiara.

Being ignored had been Aeron's least favorite activity. [Name] was set on doing just that as she focused on her friend's needs. She pulled at her sleeves, wishing nothing more than to ignore Aeron and even Benji's subtle comments about her clothing right now. Sure, she did dress up like she was going to a flower field majority of the time, but the clothing made her comfortable but should she have more... Variety?

She could only go so far and wonder as she heard Aeron chime in again. "You know, its alright to admit if you made it all up, [Name]. It was pretty obvious when you said it at the beginning and now its clear you didn't even come in with this group."

The words made her blood run cold. She was sure whoever was around heard it. Aeron made sure it was made to be that way. Typical of someone like him. Benji stepped up this time, toe to toe with Aeron as he loomed over him.

"Say another word, Bracken. I dare you." He snapped, shoving the brunette's shoulder lightly. "[Name] is with us. Or are you too drunk to figure that out?"

"She's dressed like a nun on her off day!"

"So what?"

"Stop covering for her, Blackwood. We all know you haven't touched a woman in forever unless you paid for her." Aeron says before looking over at [Name] and grinning. "Though, who knows what [Name] will do to get money. Tyrell might be in on it as well. Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Blackwoo--"

A loud smack sounded in their corner of the club, making a few of the dancing club goers beside them stop. Aeron collapsed to the ground, holding his cheek as he stared at [Name]. Her chest heaved from adrenaline, palm burning as if it could still feel the heat of Aeron's cheek.

"I have a lot of patience for pompus, egotistical dolts like you but don't mistaken that as me being a dormat, Bracken." She seethes, walking closer to him. She leans over, making sure he had a good look at her face. "The next time you insult my friends like that, it won't just be a little bitch slap."

She backs away, not giving him a single glance as she grabs Chiara, the newfound adrenaline finding some strength in her to pull her friend up. A crowd had begun to form, Cregan Stark's burly build breaking through the bodies of skinny first and second years that swarmed them all.

"We're leaving." [Name] says to him. Cregan glanced down at Aeron, now standing in drunken disbelief with his friends as they watched [Name] coax Chiara to sit up.

Cregan nods. "Right. Just so you know, though, you're not allowed in for another few weeks. Any of you."

He stares pointedly between Benji's and Aeron's group. Clearly they he's had to speak to them before and this was a final straw. [Name] glanced apologetically at Benji, who only shook his head, motioning to the Tully brothers.

Kermit and Oscar were quick to come to herside, moving her out of the way as they picked up Chiara on either side. Benji strolled beside [Name], rubbing his hands along the length of her arms as he looked down at her.

"Alright?" He asked quietly, only low enough for her to hear and intimate enough between them for people to think they were together. A ploy to extinguish whatever fire Aeron almost started. Still, there was a genuineness in Benji's question. As a friend, he did want to know how she felt and she knew in her heart he really did, especially with how concerned he looks at her.

Play your part. "Yeah." She murmured, leaning into him without a second thought. She hadn't realized how shaken she was from such a simple comment and slap but when she had found herself against Benji's body, she could feel her shaking fingers clutch at his shirt to ground herself. "Just take us home. Please."

Benji wraps his arms around her, one of his hands smoothing her hair as he places a kiss on it, nodding with another quiet, "Okay. Our apartment is closer, so let's go there tonight, yeah?"

[Name] didn't answer, just nodded as she felt Benji pull away from her and grab her hand instead. She felt him plant another kiss to her forehad, maybe an attempt to sell their romance even more or maybe to calm her down, she hadn't known. Either way, she was nearly glued to Benji as they made their way out the club, hand in hand.

"We'll take Ulla and Aly home." She remembers a voice say. Benji, Kermit, and Oscar nod at them, the four of them (save for an unconscious Chiara who was being carried like a sack of potatoes by Kermit after losing rock-paper-scissors to Oscar) walked down in silence.

[Name] hadn't loosened her grip on Benji's hand, afraid if he might disappear on her despite them walking down a quiet and open street.

"I'm sorry I got you guys kicked out." Was all she could muster.

Oscar was the first to speak up, laughing as he says. "That is the only way we should get kicked out next time. When are you free again after a couple of weeks? I know you and Ben are only dating for a certain time period because of that weird deal and all but you seem like loads of fun with how fast you whipped around to slap Aeron!"

[Name] looked at Benji, who squeezed her hand. "I told my friends, like how you told Chiara. Don't worry, they won't say anything." He promises and she only nods, seemingly trusting his word. So far, anything Benji says makes [Name] comfortable enough to believe.

"She's busy, Oscar. Some people have lives outside of this school, yeah?" Kermit reminds him. "Besides, who would want to hang out with you?"

"Hey!"

The two brothers start to bicker right then and there, only to stop when Chiara groans at them to stop. [Name] giggles at her drunk friend as she pushes some hair out of her face.

"You're not allowed to complain, Chiara. The guys are nice enough to carry you and let us stay with them. Say thank you."

"Thaaaaank ye-yewwww." Chiara manages to slur out.

She's going to be so hungover. [Name] thinks to herself, looking over to see Benji observing her as well. They both share a look of amusement as they come to terms with the possible monster they have to deal with tomorrow morning.

When they make it back to their apartment - or more like a renovated warehouse loft - Chiara is set down on the couch. [Name] takes the time to remove her shoes and make up, letting the three men do whatever it is they needed for the night before asking for anything.

She had wiped the last of Chiara's makeup off when she hears footsteps from the metal stairs. Benji had just finished showering, his hair plastered against his forehead. He was holding a blanket with some clothes and a towel on top. [Name] offers a smile of thanks before throwing the blanket on top of Chiara.

A snort comes out of Benji when Chiara starts to snore loudly. "That's how you know she won't be waking up any time." [Name] informs.

"Well, we should all enjoy it until then." Benji comments. "There's a bathroom attached to our spare room. I usually use it because Oscar takes so long but I didn't want to fog it up just in case."

"Right. Thanks."

"And you can keep the clothes. In case you need to convince someone at your apartments you have a boyfriend and all."

"Cool. Got it." [Name] awkwardly fiddles with the sweatshirt and shorts. "Thank you for covering me, by the way. I so was caught up in Aeron and his comments that I could barely even register what I did."

Benji shook his head. "No, I understand. I would've done the same thing if he said that. He deserved that slap and more. You're a good friend for defending Chiara."

"And you," [Name] adds, raising an eyebrow at him. "He almost called you a pimp if I hadn't slapped him fast enough."

He grinned, recalling the events earlier. "Did you see his face? He couldn't believe it wasn't me who struck first."

They both laugh at the moment, remembering the shock and horror on Aeron's face when they all realized it had been [Name] who smacked him. [Name] stared at her palm. For once she felt the anxieties of the world wash away when she told Aeron off. Like a piece of a puzzle fell into place when she defined a line.

"Either way, it drained me. Who knew going to a club does that." [Name] jokes, making Benji perk up a little.

"Its more fun when there's no pricks like Bracken around. Join us next time." He urges. [Name] only nods, not ready to protest and reason right now. Not to mention, she'd get too curious and ask about Ulla Greyjoy.

Benji seemed to have sensed her hesitation from how he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it to not comment on it as [Name] walked up the stairs. She was grateful for his silence, not sure she was ready to open that kind of box yet.

Mingling, socializing, making friends - all of this was a new concept to [Name]. The only friends she had outside of Chiara was Syrax the store cat. It was a strange feeling but it sent a buzz in her system that made her want to continue looking for it. Still, it was a scary feeling and [Name] wanted nothing more than to push it away for now, the club, the slap, and Ulla's hand on Benji's arm still fresh in her mind.

"Baby steps." [Name] whispers to herself, shutting the guest room door so she can finally let the energy from tonight wash away in the shower.

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palatinewolfsblog · 2 months ago

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Be awake!

(A short story about common sense and civil courage.)

Young law students are gathered in a lecture room of their university.

Ready to learn their first lesson - and it's gonna be a true life lesson.

The professor enters and takes a look around.

"You there, second desk. Blue jacket. What is your name?" he asks a student.

"My name is Alexis."

"Please leave my lecture room. I don't want to see you at one of my lectures ever again."

Everyone is quiet.

The student is irritated.

"I don't understand."

"I am not going to ask a second time. Thank you."

The student packs her things, gets up silently and leaves the hall.

The other students are speechless too.

Quite shaken not to say shocked.

They stare at the professor who looks at them attentively.

"Why are there laws?" he asks the group.

Still, nobody dares to speak.

Everyone looks at the others.

"What are laws for?" the professor asks again.

"Social order." someone says hesitantly.

"To protect a person's personal rights." Another student says.

A third replies.

"So that you can rely on the state."

The professor is not satisfied.

"Justice!" calls out a student.

The professor gives her a warm, encouraging smile.

"Thank you very much. Did I behave unfairly towards your classmate earlier?"

Everyone nods.

"Indeed I did. Why didn't anyone protest?

Why didn't any of you try to stop me?

Why didn't you want to prevent this injustice?" he asks.

Silence.

"What you just learned you wouldn't have understood in 1,000 hours of lectures if you hadn't lived it.

You didn't say anything just because you weren't affected yourself.

This attitude speaks against you and against life. You think as long as it doesn't concern you, it's none of your business.

I'm telling you, if you don't say anything today and don't bring about justice, then one day you too will experience injustice and no one will stand before you.

Justice lives through us all.

We have to fight for it. In life and at work, we often live next to each other instead of with each other.

We console ourselves that the problems of others are none of our business.

We go home and are glad that we were spared. But it's also about standing up for others.

Every day an injustice happens in business, in sports or on the tram.

Relying on someone to sort it out is not enough. It is our duty to be there for others.

Speaking for others when they cannot.

I am here to teach you the power of your voice.

I want you to learn criticial thinking

to empower you to stand up for what is right even if it means going against what everyone else is doing.

Let's begin."

Based upon a post by Joerg Storm and a short film by Chiara Gizzi.

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mediumgayitalian · 10 months ago

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“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Oh, did you.” Will grins at him over his shoulder, up to his elbows in blood and fluids.

Nico kicks him. “Focus, stupid.”

“Yeah,” snarks Chiara, whose blood is currently splattering Will’s shirt. She reaches over and flicks Will on the forehead. “Focus in stitching the gaping gash in my leg, Solace.”

Nico frowns around his juicebox. “Hey. Lascialo stare. Only I call him Solace.”

“‘S my last name, Neeks.”

“Uh-huh. Everyone else can figure out something else to call you.”

“Possessive, are you.”

Nico smiles. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What’d you dream about, anyway?”

If Nico didn’t know Will so well, he’d take the casual tone for what it was. But he does, in fact, know Will and his horrible poker face, and notices the purse of his lips, the flick of his eyes in Nico’s direction every three seconds.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Everyone would,” huffs Chiara. “I have about forty dollars resting on you, di Angelo, and I will not be losing it.”

Nico sticks his tongue out at her. “Masticare lo zoccolo, zitella.”

“Hey!”

Will’s shoulders shake so hard he has to pause, trembling with the effort to hold back his laughter.

“I am trying to do a medical procedure, you two.”

Nico and Chiara speak at the same time.

“Yeah, in flip-flops.”

“Oh, are you? You’ve been flirting so long my numbing cream has started to wear off.”

That knocks Will back into doctor mode, eyes narrowing in focus. He is especially freckle-y today, not that Nico notices. And the sun is shining out the window at just the right angle to make Will’s curls look luminous. And his tongue sticks out of the corner of his perfect mouth, when he concentrates. And, gods, he’s wearing a shirt but the muscles in his /back/ —

“I can’t work with you oglin’ at me, Ghost King.”

“I’m not ogling at you.” Nico is a beautiful liar. Ignoring Will’s smirk, Chiara’s snickering, and his own flush is easy. “Why would I ever ogle at such an ugly person?”

“Because you’re in love with him, stupido. It’s embarrassing.”

“I think you should check her eyes, too, Solace.”

“How about you check deez fuckin’ nuts —”

“Alright,” Will says exasperatedly, before they can escalate too much and end up knocking a shelf off the wall. Again. “You’re done, Chiara. Take this ambrosia and scram. Don’t do anything strenuous and rip your stitches, ‘cause I’m not doin’ them again.”

She wastes no time bounding out of there. As soon as she’s gone, Will turns to face Nico, grinning.

“So,” he says, stretching out the syllable, grin wide and crooked, “you had a dream about me?”

Nico glances both ways, making sure no one’s watching. Then he darts forward to press a kiss to Will’s lips, relishing in the smell of his herbal shampoo, the chapped skin of his lips. Will grabs the side of his face and holds him longer, far past the quick peck he’d aimed for, kissing him until he smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder and pulls away, laughing. Will grins triumphantly, like he has the upper hand.

And, well.

Nico can’t have that.

“Yeah, lemme tell you about my dream.” He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders. “This shirt was gone, for starters.”

“Mm. What else?”

“We certainly weren’t in the infirmary.”

“No?”

“No,” Nico breathes, breath hot on Will’s ear. He shivers. Nico smirks. “My cabin, dark, some low music playing…”

Will gasps. “Yeah?”

“…No one to bother us, you looking pretty as a picture on my bed…gagged.”

“Kinky.” Will shudders, hands sliding into Nico’s hair.

“Mhm. My dream come true.”

“That’s your dream?”

“Yes.” Nico pauses. “Dark, comfortable, warm…” He grins, wide and sharklike. “And finally, finally…quiet.”

It takes a second for it to sink in.

“Oh, you jackass!”

Nico cackles, stumbling back at Will’s shove. “Your — your face!”

“You jerk! I despise you!”

“Oh my gods,” he wheezes. He tries to calm himself, but one look at his boyfriend’s bright red cheeks sets him off again. “Oh my gods!”

Will huffs. Despite his embarrassment, he’s visibly struggling to hold on to his scowl, mouth twitching. “I’m breaking up with you. I’m gonna go date someone who appreciates me.”

“Nobody appreciates you more than I do, Sunshine,” Nico says, grinning. He presses a kiss to Will’s glowing cheek. “You’re just so easy to tease.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I gotta work. Leave me alone.”

Nico presses another kiss, lingering until he feels him smile. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner, okay? Te amo.”

“…I love you too. Asshole.”

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minkyungseokie · 8 months ago

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第二章 | Moving and Meeting the Boss

warnings; age gap love(R: 23, S:39, T: 50), gxg, throuple, controversial age gaps, random German and Scottish pet names, topics of eating that aren't ED related, but might be triggering to some, DeepL translated languages. Untranslated Chinese, French, and other languages

note; okay! second chapter is now ready. I might start another series based on driver x reader x wag. I sort of rushed through this. I also changed a couple of things

She now contracted meningitis during her F2 days and that was the reason for her leaving, but she told people it was the lack of funds

There has something to do with eating, but it's not an ED

The eating thing is based off of a very adorable mukbang YouTuber named Tzuyang. I also never been to Monaco, so Idk how everything works

Realized she should have a last name since she's Felix's sister

note2; please give me requests for moodboards, blurbs, smaus, or anything else you want for this series. Or just request anything as long as you read my rules and how to request thing

fc; imleslie(Y/n), xavier serrano(Aaron Antognelli), blanca soler(Chiara Lorenzi)

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Buckle up! This is a long one!!!!!!!!

(My god, Susie is so fucking pretty that I might actually cry)

In the now packed-up house, Y/n gazed around. "Are you all packed up?" Her brother asked as he crossed his arms next to her. Chan sighed, "I'm going to miss coming over to your house and hanging out," he said, looking around the house. With a soft smile that showed off her sharp teeth, Y/n looked at her brother, "He'll miss popping by my house during random times when the homeless orphans don't have work to do and mooching off me until he needs to go home to Korea." Y/n teased, pinching his freckled cheeks.

Chan giggled at Felix's expression and looked away, clearing his throat when Felix's glare turned to him. The long-haired male slapped his sister's hand away gently and tried to keep his scowl before giving up and breaking out into smiles as laughs filled the room. "For real though, I am going to miss you." Felix said, opening his arms for Y/n to enter, "Aw, I'm going to miss you too, but you can come visit me anytime you want in Monaco." Y/n offered, pulling back.

"You too, Channie. You and the rest of the derelict unparented are free to come visit me in Monaco when you want." Y/n said, opening her arms up to the shorter male. "Why does this feel like I'm sending my little sister off?" Chan asked, gladly accepting the hug that was offered, "You are basically family, mate." Felix assured, wrapping his arms around both his sister and his best friend. The group continued to hug until there was a loud honk heard in front of the house, "Well, I guess we should get this stuff into the truck." Y/n said, letting go of the two singers to grab one of the nearest boxes.

Y/n lugged the box to the truck where a mover stood, ready to grab the box from her hands and put it in the truck, "I'll take that, sir." The worker offered. Y/n froze and stared at the mover, "Excuse me?" Y/n asked, "Oh? Did I say something wrong?" The worker questioned, looking at Y/n with a raised eyebrow, "I am not a man. Please don't assume because I have masculine features." Y/n said, steeling her nerves. Y/n wasn't a confrontational person, but over the years, resentment had built up enough for her to tell someone off when they called her a man.

Her boobs were prominent enough for people to know that she wasn't a man and she was wearing a sports bra with flannel, how the hell did the man assume she was one as well? "I'm sorry, I didn't know--" "I think you did know, but it's whatever. Don't do it again." Y/n huffed, turning around and walking away.

Y/n entered the home again and grabbed a box aggressively, huffing dramatically. Felix and Chan shared looks before putting the boxes they had in their possession down, "Hey, what's wrong?" Chan questioned.

Y/n shook her head, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She sometimes felt like it was irrational of her to get so upset by someone assuming she was a man, but at the same time, anyone would get upset by being called the wrong gender.

Y/n squared her shoulders and picked up another box before turning to look at the two with a smile, "It's nothing, mate. Just a bit of an annoyance." Y/n then turned and walked out with the box in her hands.

The trio made their way back and forth until all the boxes were in the truck. Now, they stood on the lawn watching as the movers grabbed the furniture and loaded it onto the truck, "Y'know, we're actually going to miss you." Chan spoke up, continuing to watch the movers work. "I know. That's why I said you're free to visit me in Monaco. I'll also try to visit you and in Seoul whenever I can." Y/n assured, throwing her arms around each of the boy's shoulders and giving them an awkward side hug.

"We know. We'll try to visit when we can too." Felix said, laying his head on her arm with Changbin following suit, "We're done, ma'am. We'll be taking this to the sea freight now unless there is something else you need." The mover looked at the tall half-Asian with a pointed look, asking if there was anything she needed or if were they good.

"You're good to go. Thank you." Y/n said, nodding at the mover. The trio watched as the movers packed up and drove away, "What time do you leave?" Felix asked after a few moments of silence, "Three o'clock in the morning. Seeing as my insomnia is so bad that I can't fall asleep, I'll probably be up and out by two. Do you mind dropping my keys off at the realtor office safe drop box? I won't be able to do it since I leave at three." Y/n said.

"Yeah, we can do that. We'll be dropping you off anyway." Chan nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

"Yah, wake up. It's two." Felix hissed as if there were others in the house.

Y/n groaned and swatted Felix's hands away before turning onto her side and snuggling into the blankets, "Y/n, it's time to wake up." Chan said, joining Felix at the side of the hotel bed Y/n was sleeping in. The two put their hands on her and looked at each other, nodding before violently shaking Y/n back and forth.

"搞什么鬼?!" Y/n yelled in Chinese after being woken up so violently, turning to stare at her brothers with wide eyes, "Sorry, you wouldn't wake up, so we decided to shake you until you woke up." Chan snickered, signing as he spoke, looking away as Y/n glared at him and Felix.

Y/n sighed and threw the blankets off of her body, "Jesus, dude. You could've kept trying to wake me up gently." The dark-haired woman scowled, reaching over to grab the external part of her cochlear implant and the hearing aid for her other ear. Felix grabbed the hearing aid and helped her put it into her ear, "When are you getting your other cochlear?" Felix questioned, making sure the volume was on the level Y/n always kept it on.

"I get the second implant after I start my new job. I'll have to tell the boss about it as soon I do the interview. Especially since I forgot to tell her about my lack of hearing." Y/n mumbled, looking at Chan and Felix from the side since she knew that they would be giving her judgy looks.

Y/n turned to see that they were indeed giving her disappointed looks as if she wasn't taller than Chan, older than Felix, and more intimidating than the both of them combined. "Stop looking at me like that! I was trying to get the application in as fast as I could. I simply just...forgot to put it on my application." Y/n explained, looking down and scratching her cheek. When she looked back up, they were still looking at her with disappointment, "Stop looking at me like you're my parents and I just got caught smoking a fat one....or something cause I wouldn't know how they would look at me." Y/n quickly added the second part and gave the two boys a awkward smile.

Felix and Chan sighed in unison, "Okay, well, I guess we can't really be that upset with you since you'll be telling her face-to-face. Get up and get ready. Felix picked out some clothes for you to wear." Chan said, pointing to the end of the bed where some clothes were laid out for her, Y/n sighed, running a hand through her thick hair, "Okay, whatever. Please move out of the way."

Chan stepped back as Y/n swung her long legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet onto the floor, grabbing the clothes and studying them before going to the bathroom to get changed while Felix and Chan checked to make sure that everything was properly packed. Y/n exited the bathroom wearing a pair of high waisted brown trousers, a white collared button down with a brown, beige and white sweater vest one top.

Y/n sat down on the bed and picked up the socks that were sitting on the bed, putting them on while Felix and Chan continued to talk, "Y/n, do you want to get some McDonald's on the way or something?" Felix asked.

"I just want a coffee and a bagel honestly. We can get something from the bagel shop nearby. I heard they have some good bagels and coffee." Y/n suggested, putting on her boots and grabbing the glasses that were on the nightstand next to the bed. "I'm down." Chan said, looking to Felix, "I'm okay with that." The blonde shrugged, grabbing Y/n's suitcase and pulling it out into the hallway.

Y/n stood up and looked around, making sure that she had left nothing on the ground

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Y/n turned and looked at her brother as she got ready to board the plane, "Okay, so you'll call when you've landed in Monaco, right?" Felix inquired, holding her wrists lightly. Y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled, "I promise that I'll call you as soon as I get to my new home in Monaco. Don't worry about me. Just make sure that you take care of yourself. All of you." Y/n gave a pointed look at Chan.

"What? Why'd you look at me like that?" Chan chuckled nervously, "I'm telling you to take care of yourself. You tend not to do that." Y/n joked, looking him in the side. Chan jumped away as if he was shocked and held his side, "No promises, but I'll try."

"Flight 35 A is now boarding."

Y/n looked over at where people were beginning to line up, "Alright, it seems I've got to go." The girl pointed behind her with a thumb. Felix pulled his sister into a hug and laid his head on her shoulder, "You better call me when you land. I'll fly to Monaco myself if you don't." He said voice muffled into her sweater vest.

"Okay, let go. I have to board." Y/n groaned, pushing the blonde away from her playfully, "See you, Y/n." Chan said, giving the girl a quick hug. Y/n grabbed her carry-on and boarded the plane, "Make sure the other Stray Animals are around when I call. I want to talk to all of you." Y/n spoke.

After a long flight, of which she slept through most, she hopped off the flight feeling groggy and completely disoriented. To be quite honest, she just wanted to go to sleep in a bed with thick blankets and the fan blasting on her face so she didn't overheat while sleeping. The thing was, she wouldn't be able to meet up with the person who sold her the house until the next day because the offices were closed and her stuff wouldn't arrive until the next day either, so she had to get a hotel for the night.

Y/n groaned as she rolled her neck, attempting to massage the stiffness out of her shoulder and neck as she entered the Uber, "Uh, Hôtel Fairmont Monte Carlo, s'il vous plaît." Y/n spoke in a tired and dull tone.

The driver nodded and pulled off. Y/n pulled out her phone and pressed on the contact of the one person she knew would be up. It was 9:41 PM in Monaco, which meant it was 4:41 AM in Seoul currently and there was one person she could guarantee would be up at that time.

Chan.

Y/n pulled out a pair of headphones with a large-diameter ear cup that completely encloses her ear and audio processor and put them on. Y/n looked out the window while the phone rang, "Hey! You're in Monaco, I'm guessing." Chan said as his face popped up on the screen. "Yeah, I'm in an Uber right now. I'm heading to the hotel." Y/n mumbled, mouth stretching into a little yawn.

"Oh, yeah. Your stuff isn't there yet, is it?" Chan asked, looking at something off to the side, "No, it'll be arriving tomorrow afternoon. I'll be contacting Mrs. Wolff tomorrow as well to schedule the interview. The jet lag was going to be a bitch." Y/n sighed, leaning against the window. "Yeah, it is. What time is it there?" Chan questioned, "It's, uh, 9:43 PM." Y/n answered, dragging her eyes away from the fogged-up window to the face on her phone.

"Have you eaten?" Chan questioned, "No, not yet. Have you?" Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I ate some ramen earlier. I'm just snacking on some honey butter chips right now." Chan responded, lifting the yellow bag to the screen.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by the driver, "Madame, nous sommes arrivés à votre destination."

Y/n looked out the window and saw they were indeed in front of the luxury hotel, "D'accord, merci, monsieur. Je vous souhaite une excellente soirée. Sorry, Chan. I have to go. Tell Lixie and the others to text me when they can." Y/n said, exiting the car.

"Okay, I will. Have a good night." Chan said, "Have a good day, mate." Y/n said before hanging up. Y/n pocketed her phone and grabbed her items from the trunk. She waved at the driver in thanks and made her way into the hotel. It was a random one that she picked out and it was probably way too luxurious for a one-night stay, but it was the closest to where her new home would be and she was way too tired to find an even cheaper hotel.

She checked in and paid for the room, trudging up the stairs in a slumped-over position. As soon as she found her room, she stood up and unlocked it as if she was being followed by someone and had to enter quickly. Y/n threw the door open and closed, dropping her bags where she stood before making her way to the bed and getting in

Y/n woke up the next day and immediately ordered an Uber. Her items would be arriving today and she already slept in pretty late. Y/n's dark brown eyes swept the room until they landed on the digital clock on the dresser. It was 2:52 PM. The truck with her stuff would be there around four and the realtor would be there around 3:00, so she had to get going pretty quickly. Luckily, her Uber was on its way and she would be at her new address in no time.

Honk!

Y/n's head snapped up once she had heard the honking of the horn. She could only assume that they were there for her and the chime from her phone telling her that her ride has arrived only confirmed her suspicion. Y/n quickly gathered her items and sped and walked out of the front of the building with her hand up in a wave to show that it was her who had ordered the Uber. Y/n pulled up the trunk after the driver had opened it from the inside of the car.

Y/n put her suitcase and carry-on bag into the trunk and closed it, rushing to get to the backseat and get into the car. "Bonjour, Monsieur. Monaco, La Condamine, 98000 Monaco, s'il vous plaît." Y/n said breathily, pulling her phone out of the bag she had and opening the notes app. Seeing as she would have to move all of her stuff in, of course with the help of the moving pros, and there were some other things she needed to do through the day, she decided that it would be a good idea to make a to-do list.

To do for today and tomorrow

Move my stuff into the house

Rearrange everything to my liking

Unpack everything

Go grocery shopping

Call Mrs. Wolff back

Y/n reread the list over and over to see if anything else came to mind, but when nothing did, she pocketed her phone again and stared out the window. Monaco was a truly gorgeous place and she could see herself living out the rest of her life in this beautiful country.

She could definitely see herself finding a man or woman, who would most definitely be an F1 fan seeing as the country basically lived and breathed F1, finding a much better home, settling down, and having a family.

It wasn't something she wanted anytime soon since she was still pretty young, but it was something she could see happening when she was ready.

Actually, now that Y/n thought about it, and as the car passed by the water, she doesn't think any house, which was actually one of those apartments where you have a whole floor to yourself, would be better than the one she got. It cost an arm and a leg to get and she would be able to afford it after she finally started the PA position.

The flat included three bedrooms, one bathroom, two shower rooms, one separate toilet and a kitchen. In total, it has four rooms. Two underground parking spaces provide space for any vehicles and a balcony that overlooked the water. It that high street, city center, bus station, and shopping center all within 500 m, so it was well situated.

Y/n sighed and closed her eyes. This was the start of her new life. While she was is Monaco, she was going to be a different person then what she was in Australia. Gone is the shy, antisocial, introverted girl that lived in Sydney and in is the girl who is still the same thing, but trying to be more confident.

"Pardonnez-moi, madame. Nous sommes arrivés." The driver announced, "Hm? Oh, merci beaucoup." Y/n thanked as she exited the car. She waited until the driver popped the trunk and then grabbed her things, "Merci encore, madame. J'espère que vous passerez une excellente soirée."

The driver gave Y/n a smile, "C'est très gentil de votre part. J'espère que vous passerez également une excellente soirée." She responded before driving off, giving Y/n a wave as she drove off.

"Miss Lee?" A voice with a thick accent called out from behind her. Y/n whirled around to face a tall man with dark, curly hair, a chisled jaw, and broad shoulders. It was the realtor, "Ah, Mr. Tomatis. How are you doing today?" Y/n greeted, looking to the side so she didn't make eye contact. "I am well. Listen, I would love to stay and talk with you, but I have an important showing to do, so here's your keys. Enjoy your new home." Mr. Tomatis gently place the keys into her hands before walking off.

"Oh-kay. Guess it's time to check out the new place in person." Y/n took a deep breath, trilling as she exhaled. The girl made her way into the building until she reached her floor. Y/n put the key into the door and unlocked it, "Home sweet home, I guess. Once I step through this door, my new life officially starts." Y/n mumbled, resting her forehead against the cool wood. Y/n opened the door and wheeled her suitcase in behind her, "Woah, this is sick!" Y/n awed, looking around her home.

She left the suitcase and carry-on near the entrance and walked around, looking through each room and mentally mapping what went into each room and how she would lay everything out.

Once she was done with her mental mapping, her hands fell to her sides and she looked around with a flat face and eyes dulled due to boredom.

She didn't know what to do now.

The truck wouldn't be there until four and it was only... Y/n looked down at the screen of her phone, which displayed the time in a large blue font...3:12.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Y/n's head. She had to schedule the interview and was advised to do so once she was settled down enough, but since she had time to waste, why not do it now? Y/n opened her contacts and pressed on Susie's, making sure it was on speaker, "Hello?" The sweet Irish voice that Y/n had heard last time, answered the phone.

"Uh, yes. It's Y/n Lee. I'm calling to set up my interview for the PA position." Y/n stammered, "Oh, Ms. Lee! I've been expecting your call back. I assume that means you're in Monaco?" Susie asked, "Yeah, uh, yes...ma'am." Y/n confirmed, nodding as of the woman on the other line could see her.

"Great, I know that you're going to need some time to settle down completely, so the interview will not be taking place any time this week. How about the next week around 10:00 AM? What day works for you?" Susie questioned, "I can do next week. How about Wednesday?" Y/n pulled out a pen and pad of paper to write down the date and time. "Wednesday works perfectly. Alright, I will e you then." Susie said.

"See you then." Y/n confirmed before pressing the 'end call' button. Just as Y/n put her phone on the counter, she got another call but this time from the company that had her stuff, telling her that they had arrived early and were ready to move her stuff in.

Y/n ran out the front door and down the stairs to see that they had indeed arrived earlier than planned and were already beginning to unload the lighter stuff, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be so early. Please, follow me and I'll show you where my apartment is." Y/n said, grabbing a box and leading the way to her floor.

After showing the movers where she was, Y/n went back down to grab another, but before she could make it too far, someone stopped her. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're moving in. Do you want some help?" A tall slender man with dark hair and dark eyes. The man in front of her was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome and Y/n was the definition of awkward around pretty people.

Y/n opened her mouth to decline, probably stutter through the sentence before falling too embarrassed to continue speaking, when another voice spoke up. "Babe, what are you doing? Who's this?" A woman who absolutely gorgeous saddeled herself next to the man, looking up at Y/n with a raised, perfectly sculpted, eyebrow. "I-uh..." Y/n's eyes darted around frantically, trying to find any way out of the situation.

She knew she said she was going to be a totally different person than she was in Australia, but she had the worst night of sleep where her body got too hot with the blankets, too cold with the fan, and still too hot with both. She also kept waking up randomly during the night, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She also may be up and doing things, but she was severely jet lagged and wanted to do nothing, but drop dead on the floor and sleep until she could physically no longer sleep.

Y/n was going to be quite honest, she could use the help and it would make things go a lot faster, but how was she, a socially awkward person, to talk to two very pretty people?

Answer; she didn't.

She walked past them with a quick 'excuse me' pretending like she didn't hear them. If they got upset with her, she'll just say her hearing aids weren't on or turned up enough for her to hear that they were speaking to her. "Wait! Ma'am, hold on." The man called out, following Y/n outside and grabbing her wrist gently, stopping her in her tracks. Y/n steeled herself and whirled around with a fake smile, "Oh, sorry. Can I, uh, can I help you?" Y/n asked, eyes darting between the man, who was giving her a smile, and the woman, who was scowling at her with her arms crossed.

"Yes, you can help us. My boyfriend asked you a question and you just walked past us as if you didn't hear. Are you deaf or something?" The girl sneered.

"Yes."

"Pa-pardon?" The girl asked, dropping her arms, Y/n turned her head to the side, showing the couple her cochlear and the the hearing aid, "I-I am in fact...deaf." Y/n muttered, turning to go get more boxes. Behind her she could hear the flustered man scolding his girlfriend while she stammered out flustered responses,

"How could you-?!"

"I..I didn't know, okay? Hop off my balls."

"Woman, what balls would I be hopping off of?"

"I... You... Just shut up! We should be helping anyway."

The two stopped their flustered play fighting as Y/n walked past. They both grabbed boxes and followed her, "Hey, we are so sorry." The man spoke up, speed walking so he was next to Y/n, "Especially me. I didn't know you were actually deaf and even if you weren't, I wasn't being the nicest. It's just, and this isn't an excuse, there have been some... how do I say this?" The girl asked, looking up.

"Issues." The man supplied, the woman snapped her fingers and pointed at her boyfriend before quickly putting her hand back under the box as it began to tip over in her hands, "Issues. We have had some issues with our last neighbours and it made me sort of defensive. Sorry about that. My name Chiara Lorenzi and this is my boyfriend..." Chiara trailed off so that he could speak for himself.

"Aaron Antognelli. And you are?" Aaron asked, depositing the box on the floor of Y/n's apartment, "Y/n Lee." Y/n answered. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope we get to become very good friends in the near future." Chiara said, nudging the taller girl as she and Aaron walked out to grab more boxes.

With the extra two sets of hands, Y/n and the movers were able to get everything inside quickly and it was a good thing too since the sky began to dark with thick rain clouds. "Um, thank you for your help." Y/n muttered, going into her house and beginning to close the door when a hand appeared between the door and the frame, keeping her from closing it fully, "Hold on there, kangaroo. Don't you want help unpacking?" Aaron asked.

"Oh, no. I couldn't ask for that. You have done quite a bit a-and I don't know you well enough." Y/n frantically shook her head. The couple shared a look before turning back to Y/n, "Please, we... I insist. We want to make up for the rocky way we greeted you. Of course, we won't force you to and if you don't want us to help you, we'll leave." Chiara said.

Y/n sighed and nodded, opening the door fully to let the couple in. She didn't know them or trust them, but she also needed all the help she could get. That, and she was shit at decorating, so it would be nice to enlist the help of someone else.

Chiara and Aaron looked around, "Why does your apartment look so much better than ours?" Aaron asked, "I thought they were all the same." Y/n said, looking at her spacious place. "Nah, yours has much more space, but it could be the fact that you're living alone that makes it seem that way." Aaron shrugged.

Chiara whirled around and clapped her hands together, "Alright, let's get this done."

With a yelp, Y/n fell out of her bed as the alarm she had set on her phone blared in her ear that contained the hearing aid. She had so much fun with Aaron and Chiara the previous night that she ended up going to be later than she usually liked to whenever she had something important to do the next day. After the day they helped her unpack, the two quickly became friends Y/n and they had been hanging out with each other ever since.

Y/n groaned and hobbled over to a cabinet near her bed where she kept her medicine, "Shit, getting drunk the day before my interview was not smart." Y/n grumbled, opening a bottle of pills and a bottle of water from her mini fridge.

Y/n gathered her clothing and put it on the end of the bed then went and took a scalding hot shower that helped her sober up. Y/n gave a quiet groan as she messaged her shoulders, "Man, my shoulders are stiff." She complained.

Stepping out of the shower, Y/n put on her outfit, which consisted of wool wide-leg pants, a skims t-shirt bodysuit, a nocturne cropped jacket, and a pair of heeled patchwork boots. Looking in the mirror, Y/n narrowed her eyes, "Hmm, wait." Y/n looked around to the clothes she had thrown everywhere when looking for a good outfit.

Her room was covered in an explosion of beige, brown, white, and black. There was not a lick of color in any of her wardrobe, save for her shoes, which were still not brightly colored, so they still fit her aesthetic. "I need to add some color to my wardrobe." Y/n muttered, before grabbing her things and making her way down to where the Uber was waiting for her.

She gave the driver the address of a café that Susie had suggested, Café de Paris, and off they went. Y/n's heart thudded so hard in her chest that she was pretty sure that the beat was coming from her stomach rather than her chest. Y/n ran a hand through her long, messy hair and tried to calm the nervous feeling in her stomach.

The driver looked at Y/n through the rear mirror and cleared his throat, "Nerveux? Vous avez un rendez-vous ou une raison de vous énerver?" He asked, causing Y/n to jump from the sudden addressing. "Euh, oui. J'ai un entretien très important. J'ai déjà obtenu le poste, mais je suis encore nerveux." Y/n answered shakily, wringing her hands together nervously.

The driver studied Y/n through the mirror before turning his eyes back to the road, "Eh, don't be nervous. It must be just a 'get to know you' interview." The driver said, switching to English and waving a hand to the side as if he was brushing Y/n's nervousness away.

"You're right. Merci, Monsieur." Y/n sighed, leaning back against the headrest. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

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Susie sat at a table in Café de Paris, occasionally looking at her watch as she waited for Y/n to arrive. Admittedly, she had arrived a bit too early, but she was excited. She had been looking forward to finally starting the F1 academy and with Y/n working by her side, she'd make these girls into Formula One champions.

Susie continued looking out the window for Y/n, even though she has no idea what Y/n looked like at all. Y/n walked through the door and approached Susie from behind, "Mrs. Wolff?" Y/n spoke up, causing the blonde woman to jump up. As soon as they were face-to-face, both women froze.

Now, Y/n was open about her sexuality and what she liked, but Susie wasn't. Susie had never been interested in women and she wasn't one who would ever fall in love when she already had a husband and a beautiful son, but Susie's heart raced looking at the younger woman and she couldn't understand why. Susie had no problem admitting when another woman is beautiful and the one in front of her? Well, she was drop dead gorgeous in Susie's eyes.

"Ah, Ms. Lee. You startled me." Susie chuckled, putting a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. Whether it was racing because of Y/n's beauty or because she genuinely got startled, she didn't know. Either way, the woman in front of her made her heart race. "My apologies, Mrs. Wolff. I didn't mean to scare you." Y/n apologized, giving the older woman a shallow bow instinctively.

"Shall we sit and begin?" Susie asked, gesturing to the chair. Y/n nodded and sat down across from the older woman. "Okay, remember that you already have the job. This is just to get to know you a bit more. Do you want to order something or do you just want to start?" Susie questioned.

"I would like to order something." Y/n muttered, Susie gestured to someone and a waiter came over, "Are you ladies ready to order?" The waiter asked politely. "Yes, I would like a chocolate chaud and panna cotta parfumeé au citron." Susie told the waiter who wrote it down before turning to Y/n, "I would like Le Chou Profiterole and the Irish coffee. Please." Y/n said.

Once the waiter finished writing down their orders and left, Susie turned back to Y/n with a smile that made Y/n want to throw herself off a cliff. She was so pretty and Y/n didn't think Susie knew just how gorgeous she was.

"Okay, let's start while we're waiting for our orders. Can you tell me about yourself?" Susie questioned, "Oh okay, um... I'm Y/n Lee, I am half Chinese and Half Australian, I am 23 years old, I want to do modeling in my spare time, I like surfing and skiing, and I used to be a Formula Two driver before I contracted meningitis and had to stop." Y/n replied.

"You contracted meningitis?" Susie asked, "I did. I lost hearing in my right ear," Y/n turned her head and moved her hair, showing her cochlear, "I had to get a cochlear for my right ear and I have a hearing aid in my left because I'm losing my hearing in that ear. After I got my surgery, I just decided not to continue driving even though I would love to continue." Y/n shrugged.

Susie nodded, "If you had the chance, would you try and continue to drive in F2?" Susie questioned. Y/n sighed and looked around the café, "I honestly never thought about it. I wanted to but I didn't have enough money to continue, so I thought that my chances were over. If I had the chance to do it again, I don't know if I would take it. I'm turning 23 soon and I fell like I'm getting too old." Y/n said, looking up as the waiter arrived with their stuff.

"Thank you/Merci." Susie and Y/n said simultaneously. Y/n brought the glass mug up to her lips and took a sip of the drink. Y/n put the mug down and looked at Susie again, "What are your goals for the next five years?" Susie asked.

"Hmm, I think I still see myself working in the motorsports world or perhaps attempting to further my modeling career. Or both." Y/n answered, picking up one of the cream puff and taking a bite, refraining from making any sort of noise.

"Do you consider yourself a passionate person when it comes to this sport?" Susie inquired, Y/n nodded as she swallowed the pastry in her mouth, "I was..am...Before I got meningitis, I was obsessed with being a Formula One driver. I was about as passionate about it like most of the guys on the grid. It was my passion." Y/n explained.

Susie nodded and sat back in her chair, "That'll be all." She said, picking up her spoon and eating some of her panna cotta parfumeé au citron. Y/n paused halfway from the plate where she was reaching for another mini creampuff, "That's all?" She asked, "That's all." Susie reiterated

"Okay." Y/n nodded. She was honestly so unsure as to why she needed to do the interview when she was only going to be asked about four questions, "Now, let's get to know each other since we're going to be working closely together. My name is Suzanne Wolff, but you can call me Susie. I am Scottish, 39 years old, I have a wonderful husband who is the team principal of Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula One team, and I have a gorgeous fiver-year-old son named Jack." Susie introduced herself.

The woman held out a hand for Y/n to shake, "It's wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Wolff. I look forward to working with you." Y/n said, grabbing the older woman's hand and shaking it firmly. Susie waved off her formalities, "Oh, please. Call me Susie. We'll be working close together, so we might as well drop the formalities." She chuckled.

The two women continued to talk about random topics, getting to know each other more and more. The two became quick friends and even made plans to hang outside of work sometime in the future and even talked about Y/n meeting her son and husband since she would have to meet them eventually.

By the time Y/n was in her Uber and on her way home, it was well into the afternoon and Y/n had a small permanent smile on her face as she thought about the older woman.

Y/n hated to admit it, but she tended to catch feelings for people quite easily. She didn't and never would believe in love at first sight, but she did believe that one can get to know someone well enough to gain some sort of feelings for someone.

And Y/n could tell that the bubbling feeling in her stomach was her feeling giddy and anxious. She was beginning to feel something for the older married woman, but she brushed it off. It was just a small puppy crush, and even if it wasn't, nothing would ever come of it. Susie was a heterosexual married woman with a family and if there was one thing Y/n could never be, it was a homewrecker.

Susie entered her home happily. Her husband and son greeting her at the entrance, "Hello, liebling. How was the interview? I can assume it went well since you're smiling from ear to ear." Toto said, kissing his wife on the forehead. "She's perfect, Toto. She is everything I wanted and more in a personal assistant. Not to mention she's absolutely gorgeous. If she were to go to a GP, people would assume she is some sort of supermodel WAG." Susie said absentmindedly.

Toto gave his wife an odd look as she bent down to greet their five-year-old. His wife was what some people would call a girl's girl and she definitely has complimented other women before, but the way she had talked about the woman she had met with made him feel curious. She had never sounded so infatuated with anyone other than him and Jack.

Of course, Toto knew that his wife was not going to cheat on him and especially not with another woman, but there was just a feeling in his gut that said there was something more than just a regular excitement to be getting the F1 Academy project off the ground.

"Yeah? Is that right?" Toto asked, "Yes. She used to be a F2 driver too, so she is the most perfect candidate for the job. I think you and Jackie would lover her." Susie said, kissing the top of Jack's head and carrying him into the kitchen.

Toto shook his head as he chuckled. He didn't know what the woman was like, but she must have been super amazing because she left such an impression on his wife that she was positively gushing about the new PA.

By the time Susie stopped talking about the new PA, Toto himself couldn't wait to meet her and he was now sharing the excitement that she was practically projecting off her in waves.

This was the start of something new and both Wolff's could tell.

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Rayman Together Community Spotlight #3 - Clairiphi

Introduction:

Have you ever made your own Rayman comic book series? Growing up, I spent thousands of hours outside of playing the Rayman series creating comics and drawings, making my own adventures for Rayman and his friends. However, I never could create something as captivating and truly unique as the Rayman Nightmarish Series. Rayman Nightmarish stole my heart and is something that I have followed since 2020. Every few weeks to months, I eagerly anticipate the next chapter. There is something so personal about the art style and original characters, which I fell in love with. Every strip is full of personality and charm. I had the pleasure of meeting Clairiphi, AKA Chiara, during my visit to Ubisoft Milan. In person, Chiara is just as amazing as her series. So when I decided to make this Community Spotlight Series, I just had to make a segment on Chiara and her Rayman Nightmarish series.

1. Please introduce yourself.

"My name is Chiara; I go by Clairiphi on the web, and I'm a storyteller from Sardinia (Italy) who dabbles into drawing to accompany her stories. I hope one day, not too far from now, to become a professional comic writer if the comic industry in Europe gives me the chance. For now, I sadly remain an enthusiastic hobbyist."

2. What are you currently working on in the Rayman Community?

"I’ve been publishing my fan comic Rayman Nightmarish for a few years with the frequent help of my partner Francesco (@thepinna on Instagram and Cara), who is a professional illustrator and studied as a comic artist as well. Without his teaching, I would be nowhere near where I am with my skill level. He taught me how to storyboard, how to efficiently use a drawing tablet, and helped me train my writing skills. He also offers his direct artistic input from time to time, when work hours permit him (for example, while I did the storyboards and pencil sketches for chapter 11, he did inks and colors)."

3. What is your inspiration behind Rayman Nightmarish?

"One December evening I was particularly bored and haven’t been writing since the beginning of high school, but that evening I was coming from a long period of frustration regarding the school path I chose, and coincidentally, I was also back on my Rayman obsession because I was playing Legends and Origins. I had this fairy character (Waaty) and a horrific, almost lovecraftian villain (The Lighteater) in mind for a while, and all of a sudden I said, “You know what? Let’s stop daydreaming and write an actual story!” I took a huge empty notebook from my desk drawer, and a bunch of years later, here we are!"

4. For any newcomers, what is the story of Rayman Nightmarish about?

"With Rayman Nightmarish, I aimed to narrate a classic Rayman adventure, with the humor, the combats, the voyage across fantastical places... And zombies! Yeah, I love horror, and of course there was going to be a twist. But no worries! This is still a story for all ages, like Rayman always was after all. An ancient evil called The Lighteater is rising from the depths of the sea and is going to bring a dark plague that will soon turn The Glade of Dreams into The Glade of Nightmares. Of course it is Rayman's job to save the day once again, with the help of Globox and a few unexpected friends, like Waaty, the livid dead fairy with strange clairvoyant abilities...and many others along the way! Will he be able to do it this time? Very likely knowing his records, but this could actually be more challenging than he thought."

5. Is there anything new or unreleased you can share?

"I’ve actually been working on a new original fantasy series for a while. The story is already all planned, I'm in love with the characters and every process I came across during the planning of the plot. I hope with all my heart that I'll be able to bring it to life, not as a webcomic but as a fool-blown series for comic stores’ shelves."

6. What made you fall in love with the Rayman series?

"When I was a little girl, I didn’t have much social skills, and my first ever playmate, before my brother was born, was my dear cousin, who one day came to me with a copy of Rayman 3; his parents got him somewhere during a trip. That game changed my brain chemistry because as soon as I saw the fairy council level, I was hypnotized, and I wasn’t even the one playing! The music, the scenery, the jokes—I don’t know, but every time we played it, I came home wishing I was still in that world. Then a few years later, my cousin got a PS3 and gave me and my brother his PS2, Rayman Raving Rabbids, and Rayman 3. I was so happy! My first ever “comic” was a very cringy Rayman fanfiction I wrote in middle school, kind of an ancestor of Rayman Nightmarish in a way, haha! I thank my cousin every day for showing me that game that evening, and if he were still here today, I bet he would think Rayman Nightmarish looks pretty sick (especially in comparison to his middle school predecessor)."

7. What is your favorite Rayman game?

"I think it’s pretty clear by now that it’s Rayman 3 since it comes with so many dear memories, but I really liked playing both Origins and Legends in co-op with my brother when they came out. They were really fun to play with others! While I’ve always considered Rayman 3 like an intimate journey to take alone in a fantasy world, as silly as it sounds. Haha!"

8. Who is your favorite Rayman character?

"I’m going to be very unoriginal and say it’s Rayman because it’s true."

9. Tell us about your time at Ubisoft Milan.

"It was better than Disneyland! I felt like a kid again being able to hang out with a team of professionals behind a whole videogame. Not only was I happy, I felt seen, like, “Woah! These guys know I exist and even asked me to come here, hello???” Pretty surreal experience!"

10. Other than playing Rayman, what are your favorite things to do?

"I’m going to be completely honest; I haven’t been playing a Rayman game since the dawn of time. Haha! Back when I was a little girl, I wasn't much of a gamer and only played Rayman games because I didn’t care for the others. Now I love my switch, and I found many more games I love to spend time with. Rayman still has a special place in my heart, because it’s thanks to it that I found out I was actually meant for writing stories. Two of my other favorite things to do (besides writing and drawing, which are obvious) are reading books and watching movies, and in both cases, my favorite genre is horror. I also like to play fantasy TTRPG games like D&D or Pathfinder from time to time; they are very stimulating for the imagination."

11. Tell us something interesting or funny about yourself that we might not already know.

"I’ve actually graduated (both bachelor’s and master’s degree) from a music conservatory in classical piano and never taken a single class in any art school. Sometimes I feel stupid about my past choices, and sometimes I’m glad because learning to play an instrument on a professional level has helped me build discipline and time management skills that helped me greatly in the writing process."

12. Do you have any hidden talents?

"I don’t know much about "talent,” but I do love to sing in my car, and I can memorize the entire script of a movie if I like it a lot. Haha! I remember when I was in elementary school, I used to recite Madagascar to myself when it was past bedtime, but I didn’t want to sleep."

13. What is one thing you can’t live without?

"Besides my air conditioner, I think I would go insane if something happened to any of my writing devices. I keep all my notes scattered between my computer, my iPad, and many physical journals. While clouds are essential, sometimes I just need an actual piece of paper and a pencil to figure out a scene or a plot point."

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deepdisireslonging · 5 months ago

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Remembering the Forgotten

The Reader revisits the beach that looks up at her dig site. But on this trip, something or someone in the water calls to her. When she answers, who she meets is more ancient than any artifact she’s ever held. And all he wants to do is possess and pleasure her to thier heart’s content.

Pairing: Sea God!Loki x Archaeologist!Reader

Warnings/Promises: cw food mention, bad night-swimming safety, magic, SMUT, oral (female receiving), p in v, shadow tentacle/magic bondage, overstimulation, ritualistic-ish smut, divine sugar baby proposition, mutual pining, bad archaeology humor

Word Count: 5500 (oops)

Note: I had another dig in Cyprus and I got to revisit my favorite beach. Which of course gave me a few ideas. Unlike the reader, I did forget my water shoes. If you ever go to Cyprus, don’t be me. Sorry not sorry for this blatant self-insertion fic I came up with on my last day of the dig. Happy reading!

With squeals of delight, you and your girl friends dashed into the waters. The waters off Kourion beach in Cyprus were barely rippled by waves. Last weekend, with the entire island lacking a breeze, the sea had been as calm as lake water. But this weekend, they managed several soft breaking waves. Which was a wonderful escape from the high temperatures ravaging the summer. And this year, you had not forgotten your swim shoes to combat the pebbles that outlined the beaches like a low defense wall.

And the beach was packed with tourists. And locals. Pooling your money, your little group had snared the last rentable chair and umbrella.

Your friend, Chiara, sighed as she let a wave wash over her shoulders. “This is why we let you talk us into these trips.”

The last of your trio, Lara, re-emerged after dipping her head under the water. “Almost makes all of those visits to your sites worth it.” She spun in place, digging a hole in the sand with her toes. “This is the perfect way to wash off all that sweat we made in Paphos.”

“Hey. I made sure you both wore enough sunscreen. And we all had enough water.” You pouted, a little hurt by Lara’s disdain. “I warned you guys that Paphos was luminous. The Romans loved white stones. Which unfortunately reflects every ounce of sunlight, but it was helpful back before electric light. Some of those stones were dimmed because the Romans also liked to purposefully weather the stone. They thought it gave their structures a worn, domestic look.” You were only a little miffed that both of your friends didn’t enjoy the archaeology of the site as much as you did. Then again, you were the one who dug here. They had to be bribed into this non-dig trip with promises of shopping in Nikosia and Omodos.

Lara dipped her head apologetically. Glancing up at the cliff-face that abutted the coat, she asked, “so where’s your site? Can we see it from here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You pointed from one side to the other. “That white tarp structure on the left is the House of Achilles, named for the mosaic inside. It’s next to the back exit of the site. And right there is where the paragliders take off, off the cliff. The whole stretch here is the city. And there, just right of that dip in the cliff, is my site. Past the curve there is the house of Eustolius, a rich guy who built a bathhouse for the city after the earthquake in the fourth century. But the whole top there is Kourion.”

A rogue wave nearly topped the three of you, making you all laugh even as you sputtered around the salt water. When the water leveled out, you could touch bottom again. The sand under your toes was soft and completely devoid of seashells.

Chiara looked back to watch for more rogues. “That’s still cool that you worked here. Have you ever thought about moving to the island? You obviously love it here. With so many museums, and all your professor’s connections, you could probably get a job. Easy.”

You dipped your head underwater to delay your response. This topic was a secret sore spot. “I don’t really have the personal credentials for the museums around here. My Greek is tolerable.”

“But it would get better the longer you’re here,” Lara added. She jumped with you as a wave rolled through.

“Perhaps. But,” you licked your salty lips, “I’m not a fan of the schmoozing you have to do at events. I would like a museum lab job. But not if it requires me to make… appearances. Makes me feel like I’m an animal in a zoo.”

“That’s fair.” As a preacher’s kid, Chiara knew what it was like to be constantly on display. Never able to step out of line in case it reflected bad on her dad. “Maybe we can find you a rich British guy who wants to vacation here permanently.”

You all giggled at that. Almost like they had been summoned, a group of three guys waved and hooted at your trio. It made you all burst out laughing. But before they could swim close, you all took off over the waves for “deeper” water. Being Kourion, the water didn’t actually get deeper. But definitely further from the shore.

Chiara didn’t let the subject go. “Come on. You’ve joked that a good, arranged marriage would be excellent for your school’s archaeology department.”

“Yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I’m more likely to get hit on by a Russian than a Brit here.”

Lara gracefully drifted the conversation to something less embarrassing for you. She and Chiara began to plan the next shopping adventure.

But your focus had been stolen. Further out, near the line of buoys that kept people from swimming out to sea, you could see a man. His dark hair stood out against the bright horizon. The longer you looked at him, the stronger you could feel the current pulling at your legs.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned back to your friends, barely noticing the sudden drop in current. “What?”

“Are there any sites you want to see around Famagusta?”

“Yes… but we’re not going to Famagusta.”

“Why not?”

“It’s in the North!” While you re-gave them a quick history of the island and it’s split into more-or-less two countries, you could feel eyes prickling over your skin. When you looked into deeper water, you could have sworn that your dark-haired man was joined by someone with hair like the sun. But then Chiara was dragging you all back towards the shore for gelato.

A wave swelled up from out of nowhere, quickly overtaking your trio. It wasn’t a rogue. But it’s undertow fought your arms paddling in the opposite direction. Like the sea wanted you not only to stay in the water. But to go out deeper.

Which was ridiculous.

All the same, as the three of you crossed the small stones to the hot sand, something from the water called to you. You looked back. Your dark-haired mystery was gone.

***

“Why can’t I have her?” Loki slipped outside the buoys to the deep-water side. From there, nobody on the beach would be able to see them. While the mortals had put the line there as a deterrent for swimmers, he had applied magic to the rope long ago. “Brother, it has been a long time since I called a mortal to me. I have been patiently waiting.”

At his side, Thor crossed his arms. “These days are not like the old ones. The mortals will miss her. We can no longer take who we want while their families consider it a blessing. Now they send boats and pray to younger gods.” He followed Loki’s gaze in your direction. “Forget her, brother. Like you have all others.”

Loki nodded, even if that last statement was wrong.

Sure that you were far out of his brother’s mind, Thor dipped under the waters and swam out to sea.

But the dark-haired god lingered. With his magic, he could see you clearly sitting under that gaudy umbrella. He could smell the sweet sugar of your gelato. The warmth of the sun on your skin was cooled by the shade. He could taste each remaining rivlet of saltwater running down your arms and legs.

Loki leaned over the buoy. “Look at me,” he willed. After an eternity of seconds, you did. He knew you’d barely be able to see him over the waves and the glare of the sun. But he saw your head tilt to one side; curious.

He willed toward you another command. There wasn’t a chance that you’d swim out that second. But he could wait. He could relax under the waves until you stepped back into his domain, called by his silent whisper in your ear.

“Come back to me.”

***

Nightlife on Kourion beach was less stressful than the daytime. With the sun gone, the waves took on a foreboding warning. The only light on the waters came from the few restaurants sitting on the sand. Your trio was sat at the more expensive one in the middle. Next to your morning’s umbrella. This was also the one with the good gelato and other sweets behind display glass.

Chiara and Lara were happily munching on their desserts. You hadn’t ordered one. Instead, you were content to stare off into the waves, counting the stars that glimmered overhead.

The waves still called to you. Their relaxing pulse and crash pulled on you like a current, or like a string attached to your chest. You made up your mind.

“I’m going for a swim.”

Startled, Lara looked out into the waters. “Are you sure? It’s going to be really dark out there.”

You stood, shedding your wrap-around skirt and folding it over the back of your chair. “I’ll stay where you can see me. I promise.”

With the drop of the sun, the sand was cool under your toes. The water was pleasantly warm. Without your water shoes, you gingerly crossed the stones. Stepping into the sand on the other side was a relief. And further out, you could swim in waters less choppy than that morning.

Then you kept swimming out. And further. And further.

Looking back, you could still see your friends as if you’d never left the stones. And you could steadily stand on the perfectly smooth sand beneath the water. You could walk. Calmly, watching the stars and the shore, you kept walking backwards completely oblivious to how far out you were.

Until your shoulder blades bumped into the buoys.

“Hello.”

With a start, you dove into the water to swim away. But when you came up for air, you hadn’t moved.

The dark-haired man on the other side of the rope slid his eyes over you. They were bright, the same color as the Mediterranean on a sunny day. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I’m not sure what else you’d thought would happen. Poppin’ up outta the ocean like that.” Your heart thundered in your ears. The gentle movement of the water circled around you until you were calm again. “What are you doing out this far? In the dark?”

He grinned, dipping his head to face the water. “I was… I was waiting for you.” His eyes glanced over your lips. “The sea called to you, didn’t it? That’s why you came this deep. In the dark.”

For a split second, you considered diving under the waves to swim away again. But something about him… you had a feeling you would make it about as far as last time. “Who are you?”

Again, he grinned. This time, he kept eye-level with you. His canines were curved and sharp, like the teeth of a barracuda. He took your hand as you shivered. “I am known as Loki.” His hand, shimmery with salt water and the hint of scales, dragged you closer to the buoy. He kissed over your knuckles. “And you have nothing to fear with me.”

His kiss left your skin tingling. With a start, you realized why you had been so drawn to him that morning. “You… you visited my dig. Last season.” The tall, suited man. You had thought it odd for someone to wear so much black in so high a heat. But the kiss he laid on your knuckles was the same. The current of him was the same. As were his eyes.

Loki glanced back over the deeper call of the sea. “That – that I did. Though I would appreciate you not repeating it. I’m… I’m not supposed to visit land.” The water shuddered around him. “But, yes. We have met before. I was enchanted by you, Y/N. On land, I couldn’t call you to me. But when you and your friends came back to my beach,” he nodded, “I don’t usually believe in luck. Today has altered my perception.”

Your perception was changed too. The scales. The teeth. You should have been terrified. Instead, every word he said swam around your head like a sweet perfume. And like perfume, even if you did manage to get away, his thrall would linger. “Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“Because, I’m – I’m just—”

“Just you?” Before you realized what he was doing, the rope of the buoy drifted away, and he tugged you closer to his chest. The rope closed back behind you. “Just you: the archaeologist. The one who remembers the forgotten. Who gives stories to the lost. A woman who sees through dust and grime the beauty of the ancient and shares it with this new world.” He trailed his fingers across your forehead. “You chose this lonesome life.”

You started and reached back for the rope. When had it gotten so far away? “I am not lonesome. There was a whole crew up there with the same skills.”

Loki reached out, detangling your hand from the rope like a parent would their child from a sweet. “You saw things they didn’t.”

“It was my unit. My square of dirt to uncover. It’s my job to see things they don’t.”

His face drifted closer to yours. “But your view is unique.” Nose to nose, he smelled salty sweet. His grip moved further up your arm, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. “Let me show you ‘why you.’ Let me show you a unique view.”

This was crazy. He was probably dangerous. But, the scientist side of your heart, the one always yearning to learnt he unknown, wanted to see how this would play out. You wanted to know that ‘unique view.’

He smiled as you nodded.

The rope drifted further away.

“Wait!”

Loki stopped.

“I need… promise me that you will return me to my friends.”

“I promise: I will return you to your friends.” His words made the still waters ripple. The same way water echoes around a crocodile as it calls its mate.

“Whole and in one piece.”

His smile deepened. “I promise: I will return you to your friends. Whole, and in one piece.”

When the water stopped rippling, his arms wrapped around your waist. Above you, the stars barely moved. Around you, the water dragged on you like the wake of a large ship. The next time you blinked, Kourion beach was gone. In front of you, a large white stone, shaped like a clamshell, stuck up out of the water. The final steppingstone in a trio from the beach.

“That’s,” you gasped, “that’s Aphrodite’s rock.” You pushed him away to spin around. “But- but that’s two hours down the coast!” When you swam back into his space, you noticed dark tendrils surrounding his shadow under the water. “Who are you?”

“I am Loki.”

“Loki… what are you?”

He circled his thumbs over your shoulders while he looked out to sea. “I am the forgotten. The story-less. Will,” he whispered, “will you remember me, Y/N?”

The eyes that bored into you were more green than blue. And they were filled with so much desperation that your chest ached. You slid your hands up his bare arms to his shoulders. You rubbed your thumbs into his skin, mirroring the movement that he had stilled. “But… Aphrodite. Isn’t this her… her territory?”

He chuckled. Giving you gentle push, the water moved out of the way until your back was against the rough rock. “She won’t mind. We’re just borrowing it.”

You reached up to cup his face. This was crazy. He was acting as if… as if he was some sort of god. Long forgotten. Maybe he was. Who knew who all the ancients worshiped? How many temples and high places had gone missing through the millennia? In your own excavated villa… it was missing ninety percent of its painted frescos. All that lost data.

He was asking you to remember him.

“I don’t know if I can remember you.” Your lips trembled with shuddered breaths as he moved closer. His chest was warm under your hands. “I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not. If I wake up—”

“Why does it matter if this is a dream?” He ran his nose along your cheek. “Are you willing to dream it? To dream it with this ancient artifact?”

You grinned, mirroring his movement with your nose and his cheek. “Old? You don’t look a day over nine hundred.”

“Why thank you.”

As he spun with you in his arms, you laughed. He laid you on a flat place on the rock that jutted out into the water. The waves were picking up. They drifted over your chest, your breasts sticking half above and below their touch.

Biting your lip, you ran your fingers through his dark hair. “You know, they say if you swim around this rock seven times… Aphrodite blesses you with her beauty.”

“You don’t need such a blessing.” Loki crawled over top of you, kissing your forehead. “And you’ve been talking to a younger crowd. The older story is that she re-grants you your virginity for swimming around. Will you want such a blessing after tonight with me?” His mouth fell open as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. His heaving breath said he could taste the salt on your lips.

“Depending on how this goes…” you arched your chest up into his. “Seven laps won’t do the trick. And, if I am to remember you… why would I need the blessing?”

Eyes glowing, you couldn’t tell whether it was with moon light or desire, Loki dipped his head to press a deep kiss against your lips. Your whole body responded. Immediately, your hands dug into the soft skin of his back. Your legs wrapped around him, tangling you two together like old lovers. When he kissed the under curve of your neck, his sharp teeth dragging over the sensitive skin, you trembled.

Was this a trick? Had he brought you here to drain you?

“You have nothing to fear from me, Y/N.” Loki kneaded his hands over your breasts. His body rocked into yours like a beginning storm. He whispered, “nothing to fear.” With a snap, your swimsuit was gone. Which left more of your skin to slide against his. The soft scales that covered his body made him look like he was filled with moonlight. Their edges caught at your skin like thousands of tiny kisses.

And you could feel him.

His length laid across your lower tummy. You hesitated to look down at it. Chiara’s spicy books had nothing on the heat and weight of it. The weight of him, ready for you. Waiting who knows how long for your return so he could have you. You felt precious. Like a beloved artifact newly found.

You cried out as his fingers curled into you. Out to sea, the waves crashed higher and higher. As did your pleasure. Loki sucked deeply at the valley between your breasts. You arched into his taste and ground down into his touch. Impossible as it was, you felt more than his two pairs of hands traveling across your skin exposed to the water. You thought about the tendril shadows you’d seen. Your definition of impossible was changing by the second. Especially when Loki mouthed at the side of your breast, then licked your nipple into his mouth. You were receiving lovemaking from a god. Your mind spun.

Digging a hand into his hair, attempting to move him as you liked failed. Loki knew what you needed. How, you didn’t care. But his fingers curled when you needed. They scissored you open in time with your gasps and moans. And his thumb circled your clit before you could begin to beg. But you begged anyway. Here was a god. Pinning you down to a goddess’s rock in the middle of the night. You begged for more. More of him. You wanted to feel him. Wanted to be full with him.

“All in due time, my love.” He kissed you deeply, darting his tongue between your teeth to taste more of your mouth. “I need to prepare you.”

“I’m ready. Please. Fill me. Fuck me. I’m yours, Loki. Please.”

He growled. The rumble pressed into your chest, making your thighs tremble around his hips. Curling his fingers rougher, Loki hummed with delight as your slick seeped into the sea around his touch. He slid back into the water, disappearing underneath it. But he dragged your waist further down the rock, until your hips were underwater too. Only then did he dip his tongue into your heat. You cried out to the empty night sky as he ravaged you with his long tongue. Fingers and tongue toying with your walls and your clit, your vision blurred quickly. His tendrils pinned down your writhing hips before you could crawl away from him.

And he kept going. Through a second and a third of your release. The sharp teeth at the edges of his mouth teased with danger. When he finally brought his head up out of the water, he stared you down like a creature untamed. His green eyes shined like back-lit emeralds. He placed his hands on your tummy and rested his chin there.

“Do you still want more, mortal?”

Despite a voice screaming in the back of your head that you’d had plenty… your body begged louder for more. Every cell was alight. Every nerve ending crackled with desire for what Loki was offering.

You reached for him. His fingers tangled with yours. Leaning up, he pinned your hands to the rock on either side of your head. He kissed your forehead while his cock rutted into your sex.

“That wasn’t an answer, my love. I need an answer. Or perhaps you’d like me to take you back to your friends already?”

Frantic, you shook your head. “Please. Fill me. Loki… need you.”

“Of course.”

Despite your whimpered pleas, Loki entered you slowly. You breathed out one breath in time with his thrust. And had to inhale for another. The drag of him teased with your sensitivity. With a final thrust that Loki groaned through, you came again. Your hands clawed the air, still pinned down high above your head. Loki panted. He watched your face as it contorted in pleasure. His scales rippled as your sounds washed over him.

“I could keep you forever,” he murmured.

Was that a threat or a promise?

He didn’t give you time to consider it either way. Fully seated, he refused to move. Instead, his fingers slowly circled your clit. The stars disappeared from your sight as you closed your eyes. Pinned down by your wrists in his other hand, you did your best to roll your hips to inspire him to move. But dark shadows wrapped around your thighs. They pulled your thighs away from Loki’s waist, spreading you open and capturing your movements. Loki increased the speed of his fingers. Unable to move, your voice made up for the difference. You cried out his name, Begging. Pleading. For what, you could never specify. But he understood. Loki gaze focused on the place where your bodies connected. A few moments later, he watched your body spasm around him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, making him moan.

“Only a few more to go.”

“What?” You opened your eyes. Under the starlight, you barely saw the tendrils dart through the water. But you felt them. You felt them wrap around every inch of you that was possible of shifting or arching. They took hold of your wrists, pinning them together. A few wrapped around your waist, pressing you into the rock. More crisscrossed over your chest, between your breasts, squeezing them and pinning down your torso. Within seconds, you couldn’t move a muscle. Except for the ones currently wrapped around a god.

Loki slid his hands up the underside of your thighs. “Look at you,” he purred. His thumbs smoothed just shy of holding open your lower lips. “Gorgeous and spread out, just for me. My brother be damned.” He thrust once, joining your cry with his own. “All mine.”

Every movement was his own. You could do nothing. Except make every sound that your body willed. Pinned as you were, it heightened every in and out. Every delicate tracing of his fingertips across your skin was like fire. And you were very willing to burn. Or drown. The water crashed against you with the same force as his hips. A tendril kept your head above water. But as Loki’s pace stuttered and faltered, the shadows lost their strength.

You whimpered, “cum with me. Loki, let go.”

“Not yet.” He restarted a steady pace.

“Why not?”

“You’ll see. It’s part of the view.”

The view. The only unique view you cared about at this point was how Loki, your great god of the sea, looked like he was about two seconds from going feral sea monster on you. His eyes were wild and wide. Like he could see every tremble and tremor of your body. His breath stuttered as if he could feel your crashing pleasure like earthquakes. Your eyes crossed, blurring your vision of him. But that was part of the view too. As pleasure once again crested over your body, Loki’s grip tightened around you everywhere. His reaction was a mirror of what you were doing to him.

As your body came down from it’s high, the tendrils lightly squeezed and massaged. You fought to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes, Loki was panting above you. He cupped your face in his hand, pleased when you pressed your cheek into his palm.

“Can you give me one more, love?”

“Oh, Loki…”

“Just one more. I know you can. You’re doing wonderfully.” With a flick of his wrist, the tendrils moved away until you could only feel him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. The mixture of salt from the sea and your sweat made his mind spin. Quickly, he gripped the base of his cock. Still impaled within you, the fluttering of your walls kept him on edge. “Just one more. And then you’ll be mine.”

A smidgen of clarity tugged at your mind. “What?” What was he doing to you?

“One more, Y/N. Then all will be revealed.”

Finally free, you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. It brought Loki close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. It made you breathless, his last first drag out of your sex. When he slammed home within you, his shout rang against the stone under your head. Yours traveled to echo against the sky. You felt blissfully numb. With so much thrumming of your nerves and how worn out your pussy was, you were about ready to pass out into your deepest sleep ever.

“Give me one more, Y/N. Can you feel it? How perfectly you fit into my arms? How every pulse and beat of your heart matches mine? Can you see it? How well we fit together?” Loki gripped your chin, making you refocus on his face. “Please. Stay with me.”

Something about his tone told you the plea wasn’t just for tonight.

Then he was moving like the sea in a hurricane and you couldn’t think. Your hands clambered to feel him everywhere. Your thighs tightened around his hips. Your legs wrapped around him, locked closed at your ankles. He had pinned you into place. Now it was your turn.

He moaned as your nails dragged down his back. Panting and falling forward, Loki glared at you with a smile as you clamped your walls around his length. He kneaded your breasts in retaliation. Pinching your nipples between his fingers, he tugged on them to guide your body into an arch. It deepened the reach of his cock. Delighted, he wrapped an arm under the small of your back as you wailed his name. He could feel your release coming. And this time, he had no desire to hold back on his own.

“Come with me, Loki.” You ran your trembling thumb across his cheek. “Make me yours.”

“Yes, my love.”

The waves crashed against the rock around you. Gently misted with sea foam, you finally smiled as Loki filled you. The rush and heat of his release sent you spiraling into an orgasm of your own.

Loki continued to thrust, chasing the final sparks of pleasure. When he finally stopped, he gently pushed your sweat-stuck locks of hair off your face. He kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes under the tenderness of it.

When you reopened them, Loki had you stretched out on your own square of soft sand on Aphrodite’s pebble beach. He stretched out beside you, finally giving you the view of his whole form. His fingertips ran up and down your arm. You splayed out your hand on the sand, steadying yourself. How many times had he made you cum?

“Seven.”

“Hmm?”

He grinned. “One orgasm for each magic lap you could have taken.” Laughing with you, he especially watched some beads of water pool in the hollow of your throat as you laid back. “Stay with me.”

“Loki—”

“You will want for nothing. While I am mostly confined to the water, on land you will have everything you need. You can do archaeology year-round, if you want. Or only once a year. I can arrange everything. You need not struggle with finding a place to belong. You won’t have to… how did you put it? Schmoozing.”

You laughed, but felt a weight grow in your chest.

“The mortals are building new villas near here. You can pick one out. They’re an area that’s going to be called Aphrodite’s Hills.” He scoffed. “Since when do gods stay in the place of their birth? I can assure you, the one they sometimes call Zeus does not visit Crete.”

“Loki… I can’t.”

He froze, staring up at you. “Why?”

“For starters… you promised to take me back to my friends.”

His body shuddered. “Whole. And in one piece.”

“Yes.” You licked your lips. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I need – I don’t know what I need.”

Loki took back his touch. He dragged his finger through the sand instead, carving runes and spirals into the granules. “You’re not leaving for a while yet, right?”

“We leave a week from tomorrow.”

He nodded. As his voice stuttered, his eyes bored into yours. Begging. “Then think about it. You don’t have to decide right now. But… before you leave, visit the beach. Any beach. And bring me an answer.” He looked back down at the sand. “Even if it’s no.”

You curled your finger under his chin, guiding him to look at you. “I will.”

It only took a minute to give you back your swimsuit and return you to Kourion beach. The glow of the restaurant illuminated your friends in the distance. Loki held you close and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Come back to me,” he whispered.

“I will.” You kissed him back. It took everything within you to pull away. “And no matter what happens… I will not forget you, Loki.”

He smiled, dipping his head before he could overwhelm you with how much he didn’t want you to leave. You drifted away, back under the buoys. With a nod, he sent a wave that carried you back to the beach. When you looked back, he was gone.

Lara waved as you walked out of the water. “There you are. We lost sight of you for a second when the waves got big.” As you joined them at the table, she shrugged. “Still not much of a swim. You were only out for, what, five minutes. Was it too dark and scary out there?”

Five… five minutes?

Chiara interrupted, “hey, we were just talking: you sometimes lick pottery to see if it’s glazed right?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the oldest thing you’ve licked?”

You stammered, trying to think while your body was trying to recover from your divine experience. “Um, two- no. Three… thousand years old. My first dig was in the Levant. An Iron age site. I couldn’t tell pottery from bone. Bone sticks to your tongue while ceramic doesn’t—”

Lara laughed. “The oldest thing you’ve licked was three thousand years old. Damn! Would make a good t-shirt: I lick ancient things. Am I an archaeologist or did I go down on the old gods?”

Slapping at her shoulder with a giggle, Chiara urged her to be quiet as the people at a neighboring table looked over. But you were too busy thinking to notice. If you took up Loki’s offer, perhaps you could be one archaeologist who could boast of having done both.

*** An earlier trip to Cyprus: Aphrodite’s Rock (S, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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