#they just drive me crazy. and i love them. because i do think they had their good moments together
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My Top Damien Quotes
i want him to chuck a water bottle at me â„ïž
âYou are a person that is overflowing with love to give, and that is not too much, that is fucking beautiful.â
âIâm not going to get mad, I just want to know who did this to you.â
âMy fire is a part of me.â
âI can do good. Thatâs all I want to do. I want to help.â
âNow who whimpers?â
âWell if you four would stop teasing me, I could stop doing my best impression of a furnace.â
âI have never felt more flaccid in my entire life.â
âOh, he thinks Iâm funny when Iâm mad? Huxley has no idea what I look like when Iâm mad.â
âCâmon nature boy, letâs get natural.â
âHandsome man [heâs saying this with a :3 on his face you canât convince me otherwise]â
âHuxley, I need you.â
âI want all this anger to mean something.â
âI can walk.â
âYouâre always so gentle with me. With everything. I-Iâm not used to that.â
âBody like yours needs a little worship, you know?â
âYeah. Iâm fine⊠Iâm freaking out.â
âA-are you gonna serve, or what? [heâs too busy gawking at Huxleyâs muscles to realise heâs holding the ball himself, not Hux]â
âThe rolls arenât aerodynamic enough. I canât get enough speed behind them.â
âHuxley seems to think threats are a way I express love.â
âWho. Was. It?â
âIâve gotten pretty good at screaming at walls.â
âYou remember that positive outlook when youâre ripping out your happy trail trying to get dried cum out of it.â
âI spent a lot of nights thinking about all the stuff this body of yours could do.â
âHey. I donât just care about it as a morally wrong action for the sake of it. I care about you. Youâre my friend. A good one. And my friend is hurting, and I can do something about it, so Iâm going to.â
âYou are the person I choose. And Iâm so fucking grateful that youâve chosen me.â
âHe [Huxley] does make it hard to get mad at him, even when he is doing something asinine. Itâs like trying to stay mad at a puppy. Just doesnât feel right.â
âThe bearâs cute⊠For the record though, youâre the only teddy bear I need.â
âIâm made of tough stuff too Hux⊠and I like it roughâŠâ
âAll I can think about is worshipping this incredible body of yours.â
âItâs all yours.â
âGod I love how big your hands are.â
âI donât whimper [proceeds to whimper]⊠only with you.â
âPick me up. Turn us around. Press me into the wall. And fuck me.â
âYeah weâll see how great you think I look when I set your hair on fire.â
âJust because I usually want you to top, doesnât mean I donât love your ass.â
âI wanna feel every fucking inch of this monster.â
âUgh I laid down on your cum and Iâm pretty sure weâre glued together now.â
âAll mine huh?â
âHuxley. Fuck me. I wanna cum with your cock buried inside me all the way to the base.â
âIâll trade you goofballs.â
âCute glasses.â
Honourable Mentions (Non-Canon)
âIâve had friends before. Iâve never had a friend that I felt as close to as I do to you.â
âYou feel good. Except your hairâs trying to go up my nose.â
âFuck. God, you drive me crazy with just a touch. Just a look, honestly.â
âNow gimme.â
âIf you wanna know which one Iâd prefer, ask me. Directly.â
âDo you think this is what they meant when they say âLight a fire under your assâ?â
âYes, Iâd say my fire likes you very much.â
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aaaaand it's finally done :D. Coffee shop date.
Why use a chair when there's the better option?
#dreamling#yes. Dream is wearing Hob's sweater :))))#another lap sitting? like i said that's where Dream belongs and nobody can convince me otherwise. the concept lives rent-free in my head#they're both shameless and nothing can stop them from publicly displaying their affection for each other if they so desire#also Dream is a menace so that's that#silly rabbit au#i suppose (not sure where this came from anymore but I think I could blame magnusbae again x'D)#and yes this is the wip that i was sitting on for some time now and i had to stop myself from adding more details and say it's done#before i drive myself crazy xD. don't get me wrong i loved working on it - this is the treat myself drawing. but i really need to move on#because there's too many other things that i want to do and so little time!#and maaaybe just maybe I'm doing a lap sitting collection - or at least that's how it looks like considering recent posts and my other wips#dream of the endless#hob gadling#sandman#mayhem art
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im insanely nosey and really into gossip stares at couple that have been dead for decades stares at couple who died over a decade before i was even born
#txt#domestic violence#abuse#what i know abt them already drives me crazy I HATE NIXON SO MUCH GET A JOB. STAY AWAY FROM HER#but when they got togetyer ahahhhhhh AHHHHH#AND PAT ALLEGEDLY HAVING TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL;BC HE HIT HER DURING THE PEAK OF WATERGATE#GET ME OUT OF HERE. GET HER OUT OF THERE. I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING#i wish i was a fly on the wall#touches hand ro window pane it hurts so much. from the peak of their relationship in the 40s to the most turbulent times#they are soooooo ohhhhb ouhhh ohhhhh ohhhh i hate him so much im so angry for her#i choose to believe the hospital thing is true idc it seems so predictable of course hed take it out on someone#sigh. sigh#i know i talk abt how much i love them a lot but i dont want anyone to think im like. romanticising abuse... im not#they just drive me crazy. and i love them. because i do think they had their good moments together#but agghhhhh aghhhh ahahahahhggghh the pain#sorry for being insane abt this ciuple i really should not care abt at all#us presidents
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Sigh. It begins (being forced to see the worst aro hcs I've ever seen in my life because ppl have a talent for finding the absolute worst characters to be their token aro hc)
#rat rambles#hey pros of oni. no fandom to make shitty aro hcs#cause like you just know ppl would roll out their aro jackie fanart and Id have to delete my blog#and like normally with shitty aro hcs for things I like its not even that I don't share the hc just that I dont trust allo ppl#but jackie isnt even aro to me shes allo as fuck#I could dig some arospec olivia tho#Im also an enjoyer of aro joshua and aro otto#anyways time to block the wx tag but like for realsies Im not dealing with this shit#anyways happy pride months. Im going to spend most of it being the evil homophobic acearo that they warned you abt <3#I jest I will be trying to enjoy it on my own time I just hate fandom culture and ppl having shit takes#honestly be glad I don't touch sekai tags anymore or Id start posting some real unreadable shit#its so hard being an aromantic person who hcs mafuyu as aromantic and romance repulsed because they're just like me fr#because god damn would that be a red flag to me if it were anyone else's hc lol#oh also does a little dance kanade is unlabeled as hell and no one can convince me otherwise#anyways I should make some dst pride art but its abby and walter in their aromantic echo chamber arguing with everyone that love isn't real#like I've said before its me healing my inner child who had too much of an anxiety disorder to be the obnoxious aro kid I couldve been#I bet both of them are like a wall to argue with but in different ways#walter will do the age old strat of just stating his points over and over again like it makes them right#and abby will do the 'prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt or you're automatically wrong' approach#because theyre both lil bastard kids who drive ppl around them crazy when they feel like it#wendy is also a bit of a wall but more in the sense that he will just plain refuse to believe things that he doesnt want to believe#because his coping mechanism is trying to wallow in his misery in hopes that it'll start to hurt less if he expects the worst#and I think if you tried to correct his stupid emo quotes he'd get all pissy abt it since its not abt accuracy it's abt his shitty coping
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Me on Saturday: looking up info for timing in the closest city âI know I wonât be able to see the total eclipse from my part of the country, but I could at least see a partial one!â
Me on Sunday: itâs raining outside and it looks like the kind of rain that lasts more than 24 hours âoh no.â
Me on Monday: I look outside around noon, itâs cloudy out and when I opened my weather app it said it would start raining soon *sigh* âthe clouds have once again prevented me from witnessing a cool sky eventâ we really need this rain though. It would have been nice if it came a few days sooner! There would be less fire and the sky could be clearer for the eclipse
So today Iâm hearing people online talking about how cool the eclipse was and just being like: âIâm gonna be honest. I accidentally slept through the last partial (solar) eclipse and I couldnât even see this partial solar eclipse if I was tryingâ
I know Iâve seen lunar eclipses though, my insomnia was at least useful there
#emma posts#I ask for rain because itâs been really dry and thereâs been a high fire risk lately#what/whoever would listen or just happen to coincide with what I asked:#on it. but wouldnât it be super funny if I chose that week specifically to do it?#me: sigh âI canât even be totally mad. Iâm not missing a full eclipse and we need the rainâ#lately there have also been more solar storms and itâs supposed to continue for a few years#so the chances of witnessing the aurora are even higher these last few years even though I live a bit below where they are sometimes visible#I only ever saw them once before these recent storms and it was faint on the northern horizon#but last summer while I was visiting my parents there was a really strong storm and I got to see them across the whole sky!#they werenât as colorful as the ones farther north. but I have apps that alert me of possible viewings for a reason#Iâm obsessed with them. and this was the clearest and closest theyâve ever been to me and where my parents live#I live in town now though so when Iâm not visiting my parents I donât often see them#in winter or fall when the trees have lost their leaves and the crops have all been harvested you can see so much of the sky and itâs#just stunning with or without the lights. but oh my god was seeing some so close wonderful#I thought I was going crazy though because I could sometimes hear a weird staticky humm when they would get particularly close#but apparently some people just hear them đ€·ââïž it⊠I loved it#and I think Iâm gonna cry because before that the last time I had seen them a little clearer on the horizon it was parked in one of my#families fields with a friend of mine who was driving me back from dnd and we just sat in the car looking at the horizon together (it wasnât#so close that you could see it above. but the northern horizon you could) and that friend has since passed#ah. Iâm rambling though. this was supposed to be a joke post about my experience đ
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n a s t y d o g I logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader
One-shot A/N: I've never felt this way about a fictional character before. Every gif I see of him has me gnawing and biting at the bars of my enclosure. I want to bite him. If Hugh Jackman ever discovered what thoughts lurk inside my rotted brain about him he'd get a restraining order. This isn't OKAY Anyways... Summary: You'd thought you'd had a good thing going with Logan. You weren't officially anything to each other, but you were getting close. You truly saw a future with him, but he made it incredibly clear he did not feel the same 18+ HATE FUCKING (MDNI)
(one chance please, just one chance with him)
âAre you sure this isnât totally clingy girlfriend of me?â
Ororo gives you an irritated look and Jean laughs. âNot at all, Scott loves it when I surprise him like this.â Youâre all huddled in your room, each of you in varying stages of getting ready. Jean is finishing off her eyeliner at your vanity, Ororo is putting on her boots, and youâre trying to decide between a skirt and a dress.Â
Youâre not entirely sure how, or why, Logan and Scott decided to go to the bar together tonight. You suspect it has something to do with Jean. She wants them to start getting along so thereâs less friction when youâre all around each other.Â
At Jeanâs idea, Logan had muttered, âWhen hell freezes over,â in your ear before he had left for the night. Youâd gotten a little antsy without him to entertain you and had mistakenly blurted out the idea of going to visit them. Ororo had been dying to get out of the house and Jean was a little worried about her boyfriend as well. Theyâd agreed to go along with you and youâve felt a weight in your stomach ever since.Â
Your relationship with Logan was relatively new. Hell, a month ago youâd thought heâd hated you the same he did Scott. Youâd, of course, been proven wrong when youâd had a few drinks with him and things had taken a very physical turn.Â
You werenât sure if heâd just wanted a one-night stand or something serious. But when youâd tried to sneak out the next morning and heâd muttered a grumpy, âWhereâre you going?â Youâd gotten your answer.Â
You hadnât been on any real dates, there didnât ever seem to be time for them. But you spent most of your days together. Sometimes just silently enjoying each otherâs company, other times you would be holed up in one of your rooms cuddling. The thought always brings a stupid lovesick grin to your face.Â
Itâs one of your first real relationships and youâre worried that things are moving a little too fast. At least on your end. You can already tell that youâre falling for him. Headfirst into the deep end of love. And itâs terrifying because you truly cannot tell what he thinks about you. Clearly, he likes you. If he didnât, he wouldnât let you follow him around like a lost puppy.Â
But heâs never truly said anything to you. Thereâs no official label as to what you two are. You say girlfriend off-handly and you usually donât mean it when you reference yourself. Youâve never outright said heâs your boyfriend and heâs never really claimed you. Heâs made it explicitly clear he doesnât want you sleeping with other men, and youâve said the same to him about women. You both agreed on that, butâŠ
You kind of drive yourself crazy trying to figure this out. Heâs not vocal about his feelings and everythingâs still new so you donât like pressuring him. You also worry that if you push him too far heâll just get tired of you and move on. Itâs not fair to assume that of him, and you know everything would be better if you just talked to him. But youâre scared. Youâre scared the conversation will take the wrong direction and everything will blow up in your face.Â
Jean calls your name and your head shoots up to see both Ororo and Jean looking at you expectantly. You flush when you realize they must have been talking to you and youâd just completely zoned out thinking about Logan.Â
âHuh?â You blurt out, cringing at how dumb you sound.Â
Jean gives you a concerned look, âI can practically taste your anxiety.â The telepath frowns and offers you a comforting smile. âDonât worry about it, I promise, Logan wonât mind at all.â
âYouâre fine,â Ororo adds, because clearly the look on your face screams, I need constant validation. Theyâre not wrong, but still, you hate feeling like an exposed bundle of nerves. âThink of it as girlâs night, the boys just happen to be there.âÂ
You force a smile on your face and give your most enthusiastic nod. You change into the dress and finish up with your hair. You finally start chatting with them again, engaging so it might disguise just how nervous you feel.Â
Thereâs this clenching feeling, traveling from your stomach up to your chest. It makes you sick, makes you hurt. And itâs not because you think Logan will be upset with you for crashing. Heâd be relieved, if anything. Thereâs something else. Premonition isnât one of your abilities, but youâre seriously starting to doubt that now.Â
The bar is loud when you walk in. The soles of your shoes immediately start to stick to the floor and your nose screws up in disgust at the loud laughter coming from around the pool tables. You glance around, trying to see if you can spot Logan.Â
Youâd say you could spot him in any crowd. But has a propensity to hunker down and try to attract as little attention as possible so people donât bother him. âThere he is,â Jean taps your shoulders and points to the two men at the end of the bar.Â
Like youâd thought, Logan is hunched over his whiskey, glowering down at the wood under him like it had insulted him. You almost want to laugh at the sight. Some of the earlier anxiety eases its grip on you and you feel your shoulders begin to untense.Â
Before you can walk over Ororo grabs Jeanâs wrist. âGotta go to the bathroom,â she tugs Jean behind her.Â
Jean looks over her shoulder at you and smiles encouragingly, âGo to them, weâll catch up in a second.â You give her a tentative nod and slip through the crowd. There are more people here than you thought there would be.Â
Youâre happy not to spot any kids in the crowd. Youâve had a few too many nights out crashed by kids who thought they were good at sneaking out.Â
Itâs easy enough not to spot you or the other women in the crowd. Mutants have gotten good at blending in with the people around them. Makes it easier to get around. Itâs probably why neither Logan nor Scott stop their conversation as you approach. âSo,â Scott draws the word out, fingers tapping against the glass of his beer.Â
âDonât,â Logan warns. You want to laugh at his grumpy demeanor, but someoneâs accidentally elbowed you and you find yourself stumbling a few steps back. Itâs taking entirely too long to get to them, the bar isnât even that big. Thereâs just that many people here.Â
Scott ignores him and rolls his eyes. âLook, weâre stuck here for a while. Try and pull that stick out of your ass.â
âHow about I put one in yours?â Loganâs claws come out slightly. But then they both share an odd look and Scott smirks. âShut the fuck up,â Logan grouses, ânot like that.â
âRight,â Scott huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. He picks up his bottle and takes a long drink. Youâve nearly reached them now. You stop, though, when you hear Scott say your name. You shouldnât, you really shouldnât. Eavesdropping now is just asking to get hurt.Â
You drop back into the crowd, hoping the smells of others will stop Logan from discovering you lurking behind them both. Scott continues, âHowâs that going?â
You crane your neck forward, trying to hear them better over the karaoke happening behind you. Someone is butchering Britney Spears but you couldnât care less right now. Logan shouldnât answer. Since when has he ever shared anything with Scott?
So, imagine your surprise when his answer isnât immediately telling him to fuck off. âEh,â he shrugs, downing the rest of his whiskey. Your face drops in irritation. Seriously, all this skulking around for an Eh? Thatâs bullshit.Â
You keep yourself from stepping forward, forcing your feet still, and ignoring the little voice in the back of your head telling you this is a bad idea. Youâve committed this much, youâre seeing it through. Scott whistles lowly, âThat bad, huh?â Oh, fuck off, Summers.Â
Logan shakes his head and for a moment you have a brief feeling of hope lifting you up. âNah, not bad. Itâs just, I donât know.â Logan sits up and signals the bartender for a refill. Your snooping senses go off and you briefly see Ororo and Jean exiting the bathroom. Desperate for something to keep them at bay, you flick your wrist. The man in front of them tips his drink down Jeanâs shirt, slurring out apologies. Jean huffs and Ororo brings her back into the bathroom.Â
Scott and Logan somehow missed the whole interaction and you promise yourself that youâll pay for Jeanâs dry cleaning. Youâre definitely not going to. âThink she wants something I donât,â Logan tells Scott, and your heart plummets to your feet. You can practically see it deflate, all the lovesickness draining out of it and onto the floor of this grimy bar.Â
âLike, she just wants to fuck around?â
Logan shakes his head and downs another glass of whiskey. Heâs just swallowing it down like itâs water. At a certain point, the bartender gets sick of it and just leaves him with the bottle. âNo, she wants something real. Like a real relationship.â Scottâs brows furrow and Logan shrugs. âNot interested.âÂ
Itâs the way he says it that really bothers you. Thereâs nothing wrong with wanting something different in a relationship. It happens all the time. But he says it so dismissively. He knows that you want something real with him, something secure and loving. He knows that, continues to fuck you and lead you on, and then speaks as though youâre an idiot for ever being interested in that.Â
Hurt hasnât set in yet. Youâre staring wide-eyed, jaw agape with shock as you stare at Loganâs back. Youâd thought a conversation needed to be had. But you didnât think that he thought of you like this. Youâd thought you meant something to him.Â
Scott seems to share the sentiment, his lips tugged down into a frown. He leans against the bar, surveying Logan with a disbelieving look. âWhat?â Logan snaps.
Scott raises his hands in surrender, shaking his head and backing off. âNothing, man, I just thought you two were serious about each other.â You miss whatever Logan says as an arm slings itself around your shoulder.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â A husky, seductive voice whispers against the shell of your ear. You jump in shock, glaring at Ororo as she grins at you. She lets her arm slide off your shoulders and glances over at Jean. âI think she was spying.â
Jean nods, nudging you forward. âDefinitely spying. Hear anything good?â
You fortify your mind against her probing fingers before she can find out. âNope,â you blurt out. You hope the racing of your heart is dismissed by your constantly frazzled nature. You hope the look on your face is explained by your earlier boredom and anxiety. You pray that none of them notice the way you lean away from Logan when the men finally turn around and notice you all.Â
Scott breathes out a dramatic sigh of relief and slumps onto Jean. âThank god, I thought I was going to die trying to talk to this brick wall.â his eyes flick towards you in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment. Thereâs a brief pitying look before he grins. âCome to get your boyfriend?â Thereâs a heavy emphasis on the word that you never would have noticed had you not heard their conversations.Â
Itâs clearly a petty dig at Logan. And you would appreciate it if you didnât feel the sudden urge to vomit up your dinner. âThought you might need saving from Logan.â You tell him, a chuckle hiding the slight tremor in your voice.Â
Youâre not sure if he does, but you hope Logan notices how you avoided the word boyfriend. You hope that he hurts the same way you do. But you know, deep down, that he doesnât care. Heâs probably relieved that you didnât use the title.Â
Logan gets off his stool, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, and pulls you into a brief hug. His lips press against your temple before he dips down to whisper, âThank you,â in your ear.
Asshole, heâs not allowed to smile at you the way he is. If you werenât in such a crowded place and already overstimulated, youâd shove him away. If your friends werenât watching youâd take his arm and slam it down onto the bar until you hear his fucking adamantium bones break.Â
That might have been too far. Maybe youâre not that angry, but youâre hurt.
You place your hands against his chest, a thin smile on your lips while you hum a simple, âMhm.â He doesnât seem to notice the way you push away from him. Itâs easily dismissed by you cheekily stealing his seat at the bar.Â
He comes up behind you, hands bracketing you and keeping you stuck against the bar while you order your drink. One of his hands drifts down, laying against your thigh. You know this isnât sexual, this is him comforting you.Â
He shouldnât know how horrible you feel in such busy places. He shouldnât know that and know that his touch is grounding and then help you. Not if he doesnât want something serious. If he didnât want to be your boyfriend, didnât want to be anything but a fuck, then why do this to you? Did he not think this was leading you on? Is this just him caring for you?
Youâll drown in a sea of unanswered questions before the night is over if you linger too long. You tip your head back, let your shot burn its way down your throat, and turn towards the others with a smile. You feel your worries fade and your focus loosen as you simply drift further into your mind.Â
You must have disassociated or something. By the time you realize youâre no longer hearing bad karaoke and your elbows arenât sticking to the bar, youâre already home. You stare in the mirror, hand pausing as you brush your teeth before you quickly finish.Â
You didnât drink much, you never do. It fucks with your abilities and causes migraines. You rinse your mouth out and glance into your bedroom. Logan groans and stretches. His back bows, muscles flexing and you rip your eyes away. You canât let yourself be distracted by the chest you want to drape yourself across.Â
You need to talk to him. Itâs never been more clear. You wipe your mouth and toss the towel onto the rim of the sink. You take in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the nerves plaguing you. Itâs never worked before, itâs not going to suddenly cure you now.Â
You give up on the thought and instead, shove down the anxiety until you have enough confidence to speak. It takes a little while, Logan peaks an eye open, eyebrows quirked when he sees you just staring at him. âSomething up, bub?â he flexes, on purpose, and you roll your eyes. You grab his shirt out of your hamper and toss it at him.Â
âPut this on. Canât think when you look like that.â
He chuckles, âThatâs the point.â at your pointed glare his smile drops and he tugs the beater on. It barely does anything to deter you. If anything youâre having more trouble paying attention. Especially now that his full attention is on you. The humor is gone from the room, a thick tension replaces it. Logan seems to feel it, sitting up straighter and glaring at you like heâs trying to read your mind. âWhatâs wrong?â Itâs a demand more than a question.Â
Itâs hard to look at him. But you refuse to let yourself cower now. You take in a fortifying breath and let your gaze bore into his. You put all the hurt and anger you feel into it, willing yourself to be firm. âWe need to talk.â
ââBout what?â Heâs brusque, but thereâs a slight concern to his tone.Â
Thereâs no point hiding this. And maybe you had misheard, maybe there was a conversation prefacing the one youâd heard. And youâll talk it out and everything will be okay. âI heard you and Scott talking at the bar.â
The hope you had, as minimal as it was, is dashed at your feet. He sucks in a deep breath and the look on his face has you crestfallen. You can feel your chest cave in. You feel so stupid all of a sudden. Constantly following after him, even before you started dating him. Looking at him with stars in your eyes and latching onto his every move and word.Â
Youâd worshiped him, put him up on a pedestal he didnât deserve. Superhuman or not, at the end of the day he was still a man. And theyâve done nothing but disappoint you. You suck your teeth, gaze dropping to your feet as you fight back the tears in your eyes. âRight,â you whisper, stepping back from him.Â
âLook,â he starts. You force your eyes up and watch as he rubs uncomfortably at the back of his neck. He takes a step towards you and you shake your head, stepping away from him. His arms fall to his sides and he sighs. âSorry,â he mutters.
âThatâs it?â You demand, tone incredulous. You werenât some great love or anything. But thatâs seriously all he has to say.
He opens his mouth, eyes softening as he stares at you. Then he snaps it shut, something covers his face and his expression is borderline cruel as he sneers at you. âNot my fault you got in over your head, kid. Never said I wanted anything more with you.â He points at you, and you suddenly feel like a little girl getting scolded. Youâve never had a partner make you feel this small, especially not Logan. âYou were just convenient.â
You rear back like he slapped you. You think it might have hurt less than that. To know you wasted so much time on such a fucking dick makes you want to throw up. Or scream, or cry. You canât decide on one. But your powers can, the walls are shaking, knick-knacks falling off your shelves as energy pulses from you.Â
Youâll face the hurt, the sadness, the horrible ache of rejection later. Right now, you need him out of your face before you bring the whole mansion crumbling down around you. âOut.â You grind the word out, turning away from him and clutching your hands to your chest. You take in quick, rapid breaths, trying to think of anything other than how horrible you feel.Â
You havenât lost control like this in a long time. Youâre not going to give him the satisfaction of being the reason you get put on probation again. He whispers your name, coming up behind you like heâs going to touch you.Â
You want to lash out, want to hurt him like heâs hurt you. But youâll only cause more damage than necessary. Heâs not worth hurting the kids in the rooms around you. You shove past him, ignoring the way he shouts your name.Â
You dart out into the hall, grateful there are so few people milling around. Nearly everyoneâs asleep, just a few stragglers finishing up their homework for tomorrow. A few of them give you odd looks that turn concerned when they see Logan chasing after you. Your bones are practically vibrating by the time you make it outside.Â
You rush towards the grove of trees at the back of the mansion. Your knees give out under you before you can make it very far. Energy pulses out of you in an explosive circle. You hear bark crack and turn into nothing but dust as the air around you trembles.Â
Itâs a relief, like going to the bathroom after holding it all day. You feel it drain away from you, a plug pulled out as the energy rushes from you. It slows after a minute, feeling more like a leak than a steady stream.Â
Your hands shake by your sides as you lay trembling on the grass. Your eyelids flutter shut and you try and keep them open but itâs hard. All of your energy had been spent keeping yourself in check until you made it out of the mansion.Â
âIâve got you,â a voice mutters near your ear. Familiar strong arms dip under your knees, lifting you up and pulling you into a sturdy chest. You recognize the body, recognize the uncomfortable warmth coming from him. But your tongue wonât work and you're passing out before you can try and push him away.Â
Youâre in your own bed when you wake up again. Youâre briefly comforted by the warm feeling of the sheets around you before you realize how cold the other side of the bed is. Youâre so used to the feeling of someone being beside you that itâs jarring for no one to be there. You sit up, a spark of anxiety lighting up inside you before itâs being quelled by an outside force.Â
âI think itâs best if we keep that under control.â Youâre not surprised to hear Charlesâs voice. You canât be, not when heâs actively keeping you calm and placid. You lean back against your headboard. You tilt your head lazily, looking at him while he looks out the window.Â
âThat tree was a hundred years old.â
You wince, face screwing up when you remember the large oak tree you obliterated last night. âI can remake it,â you promise.Â
âYou could,â he corrects, âbut whatever happened last night between you and Logan is causing your powers to be volatile.â He finally turns towards you, the motor of his wheelchair a dull buzz as he smiles at you. Thereâs no resentment in his gaze at least. Youâd known he wouldnât be mad at you. He was used to accidents like this. Had you hurt another person, however, this would be an entirely different conversation.Â
Thereâs a dull ache in your chest at the mention of Logan, but itâs quickly covered by another wave of calm from Charles. He smiles and holds out two metal bracelets. Theyâre thick, something red inlaid into the black metal. They look like handcuffs more than anything. His lips quirk up at your thought and you frown.Â
âThatâs what they are, right? Cuffs.â
âYouâre not a criminal,â he assuages, his tone gentle as you take them from him. Thereâs a small silver button inside that you click and the metal springs open. You place your left wrist inside and it snaps shut, itâs a snug fit. It wonât be moving around anytime soon. You put the right one on and feel Charlesâ hold on your mind ease the second it's closed. Every horrible feeling from last night crashes down on you and you nearly choke on it.Â
You wonder how Charles managed to keep you asleep for so long without the roof crumbling. He chuckles, the noise tired. âJean helped me. It took a while for the cuffs to be ready.â
The way he says that causes alarms to go off in your head. âHow long?â He takes in a sharp breath and shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the question. âCharles,â you snap, voice bordering on a shout.Â
âTwo days,â he says. You gasp and slump back against your sheets. He says your name but you get to your feet and pace. You don't know what to do with yourself. Thereâs energy buzzing under your skin, but the cuffs are keeping it at bay. It feels wrong like your pores are being clogged with acid.Â
âTwo days.â You look over at him, horror painting your face and you can see why he was so apprehensive to tell you. âItâs never been that bad before.â
âNo,â he starts cautiously, âIt hasnât. Which makes me wonder, what transpired between you and Logan that destroyed my grandfatherâs tree?âÂ
You cringe at the mention of the tree. Heâs never going to let go of that. Even when you recreate it, heâs still going to hold it over your head. His teasing eases you out of the spiral you were heading down and you glance over at him. âYouâve been in my head for two days. Iâm sure both you and Jean already know.â
He smacks his lips together and shrugs, clasping his hands in front of himself. âSimply seeing if you wanted to discuss it, my dear.â
You vehemently shake your head and sit back down on your bed. âNo, I donât want to talk about him. I don't want to see him.â Charles gives you a look like he doesnât believe you and you hate it. You truly donât want to see Logan again. Just thinking about him makes you want to explode. He was a pig and you regret ever wasting your time on him.Â
Thereâs a shriveled part of your heart weeping somewhere, but you crush in your fist until it shuts the fuck up. âRight,â Charles nods. âI do believe itâs best for your recovery that we keep you two separated for a while.â He rolls past you and places a comforting hand on yours. âRest, youâll feel more like yourself soon.â
You nod and watch him leave. Exhaustion suddenly seems to drop its heavy weight on your shoulders. Two days being restrained by telepaths probably wasnât very restful. You lay across your comforter, rolling over and hoping when you wake up your heart will be healed.Â
Two weeks. Two pathetic, snot-filled, and disgusting weeks of sobbing over Logan. You felt like a sixteen-year-old again, crying over the boy that didnât like you back. It was awful, especially knowing that the entirety of the mansion knew what was wrong with you.Â
Your students would leave your class and you would lock your doors, hiding under your desk as you wept. Those with superhearing or telepathy would bake you cookies and leave gifts at your door. It was sweet, but honestly made you feel ten times worse. You felt like your sadness was a burden you were forcing everyone to carry.Â
Your mother would be so disappointed in you. Sheâd always told you that you mourn a relationship half the amount of time you were in it. Of course, hers never lasted more than a few weeks. And sheâd had more boyfriends than you could count on three hands.Â
Besides, you were allowed to wallow for a while. This was someone you were starting to fall for. To be so blind going into and leaving the relationship was awful. Having the rug ripped out from under you had been cruel and needless. Youâre resentful and grateful heâd been so horrifically honest with you. On one hand, if the relationship had just ended, youâd be pining after him. Wondering what youâd done to lose such an amazing guy.Â
But being faced with the brutal truth, knowing he was a piece of shit, it makes you hate yourself. You should have seen it. Should have known that he didnât want you like you wanted him. But there were never any signs. Youâd run it through your head a million times. Every interaction youâve ever had with him. None of it shows you where heâd been lying to you or using you. You canât even trust yourself anymore.Â
Thereâs a loud knock on your door and you sniffle, tossing another tissue in the trash as you go to answer it. âHello?â You croak. You can barely see, eyes puffy and so swollen your vision is blurry.Â
âHoly hell,â Ororo scoffs and shakes her head. She pushes into your room and slams the door shut before anyone can see how awful you look. To be fair, you keep yourself relatively put together during the day. But itâs after hours now, youâre allowed to be a mess.Â
âYou look like shit.âÂ
Neither of you are prepared as you begin to blubber. Your lips tremble and your voice shakes as you begin to sob. âI know,â you wail. âI hate it.â Ororoâs eyes widen in horror and she quickly pushes you into your desk chair, grabbing a box of tissues and shoving it in your hands.Â
âI feel,â you stutter, having to take in a few shuddering breaths before you can get the words out. âHe tore out my heart and ripped it up with his stupid fucking claws.â
âOkay, okay,â Ororo runs her hands over your arms, trying to soothe you. âI know, sh, itâs okay.â She groans, âStop crying,â she pleads under her breath.Â
âIâm trying!â You snap at her, running hands over your wet cheeks and trying to swallow down the rest of your tears.Â
âLook,â she steps back and shakes her head. She glances down at you, disgust poorly hidden on her face. Sheâs really fucking bad at comforting someone. âThis is awful, I canât take it anymore. You two keep dancing around each other and youâre putting everyone on edge. You wonât stop crying and he keeps going off,â she holds her hands up and shakes her head. âI just canât do it anymore.â
You frown, brows turning down in confusion. âWhat?â You didnât think Logan would be mad. You pictured him skipping through a field of daisies, happy to finally be rid of you. It only made you hate yourself more that you were still crying over it all.Â
âHeâs kind of losing it,â she seems reluctant to relent the information. âLook,â she kneels in front of you and snatches the tissue box from your hand. She tosses it to the side and forces you to meet her eyes. âHeâs in love with you. We all know it, Jeanâs confirmed it. He loves you, he needs you, heâs just terrified to admit it. Heâs afraid of what's going to happen if you two become real.â
Your eyes widen with the realization. She nods enthusiastically as you connect the pieces. You canât deny whatâs so plainly laid in front of you when she assures you that even Jean knows. Jean knowing means she just did a nosy dive into his head.Â
You can picture what could happen. With rom-com levels of nauseating romance, you run to find him. You tell him you donât care that heâs afraid. You donât care he pushed you away and you do love him. Heâs not going to lose you. Nothing can rip you apart. You ride off into the sunset on Scottâs bike blah blah blah.Â
This isnât a fucking romance. And youâre not going to cry over a man who's too much of a pussy to admit he has feelings. You like men who have emotional depth deeper than a teaspoon. âAre you fucking kidding me?"
Ororoâs face blanches and she slowly backs away from you as you stand. âNo,â she answers slowly, like sheâs not sure of herself now.Â
âThatâs what Iâve been crying over?â You feel upset for an entirely different reason. You never misread the signs. You never missed a hint that he didnât feel what you did. He did! He was just happier letting you doubt yourself and the love you held for him than admitting he felt something. You tear off the depression hoodie youâve been living in for the past two weeks. âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me!â
You donât know where youâre going. Normally, youâd run into a forest to let out a blast of energy. It drained you enough that you wouldnât have to feel anything. But with these cuffs on, you canât do anything.Â
You storm out of your room and stomp down the stairs, uncaring who you wake up. Youâve wasted so much time on Logan, you refuse to stay in your room and cry for another fucking night.Â
âI want to see her,â Logan growls. He tries to move around Charles, but he stops him with his mind, holding him in place while Jean disappears inside your room. Logan watches her go and glares at her retreating back as the door closes behind her.Â
Itâs been a day already, youâve never needed to be out for more than a few hours. He doesnât want to think that thereâs anything wrong with you, that he might have permanently broken something inside you.Â
That talk at the bar with Scott had been stupid. He would have said anything to get him to shut the fuck up and leave him alone. He didnât really mean what he said, he just wanted him to back off. And saying that your relationship wasnât anything was quicker than pouring out every thought heâs had of you.Â
It was easier lying than it was to admit just how much he wanted you. Just how far he would go for you. But then youâd overheard, and you brought it up. And thereâd been faith on your face. Like even you couldnât believe what he had said because you could see through the bullshit.Â
But all Logan had seen was a way out. This was an opportunity to finally get out of the suffocating clutches of something he didnât want to admit was love. He took the chance before he could think. Itâs what he was used to. Taking the easy way out, especially when it came to shit like emotions.Â
He hadnât thought you were going to explode, though. Because thatâs exactly what youâd done. By the time heâd caught up to you, youâd burned a crater into the ground and had destroyed Charlesâ stupid fucking tree.Â
Seeing you like that, laying there lifeless, it terrified him. He didnât want to live in a world that you werenât in. There was no fucking point. It was sobering, realizing that, and then realizing that he was the reason you were like that in the first place.Â
He didnât want to live without you and he certainly would never be able to come to terms with being the reason you were dead. But it didnât matter, whatever realizations he was coming to. Charles and Jean were completely blocking him from your room. They werenât even giving him a chance to look at you. And he was about five seconds away from ripping the old bastardâs head off and just barrelling inside.Â
He didnât care what they said, he needed to see that you were okay. âIâm afraid youâre not going to be able to see her for a very long time.â
âStay out of my head,â Logan growls, glaring down at the man. âWhat are you talking about?â He presses, finally processing the rest of his sentence.
Charles sighs and rolls away from him. Logan glares at his back but ultimately follows. âYou were the cause of this, yes?â Reluctantly, Logan nods, thereâs no point in hiding it. Heâs sure Charles already knows. âFor her own safety, the two of you will need to remain separated.â
That had been it. There was no arguing about it. No fighting Charles. It was for your safety that he stayed away from you. No matter how much he wanted to explain himself, he wouldnât risk another meltdown like that.Â
You didnât deserve to get hurt because of someone like him. He wouldnât be able to stand hurting you again.Â
But two weeks seemed like a lot. At a certain point, heâs sure youâre just avoiding him. He knows he canât blame you. Heâd been a fucking idiot. But that didnât make him any happier. If anything, he was getting more and more pissed off every day.Â
He had less patience for mistakes. Was lashing out at the kids more often and donât even get started on the petty fucking fights he was picking with Scott. How long did you fucking need before you talked to him again?
He knows youâre upset, your crying keeps everyone up at night. Something heâs sure youâd be mortified to learn about. Why wonât you let him comfort you? Why do you have to be so petulant, running around the corner every time you see him? Pointedly ignoring him when youâre in the same room together.Â
He could fix this, make this all better. But youâre just not letting him. He knows this is why he loves you. Itâs why he was so drawn to you. You seem like a bundle of nerves, constantly flitting around and keeping yourself small. It had been off-putting at first. And then heâd seen you training with Scott, kicking his ass more like. A switch had been flicked in his head.Â
He could finally see you for what you were. He finally realized that it was your abilities you were keeping small. You were a fucking spitfire and you didnât hesitate to tell him off, he loved it. Loved arguing with you just so he could see you get all pissed off.Â
But that stubborn attitude he loved was really biting him in the ass right now.Â
Thereâs a knock on his bedroom door and he doesnât even get to pretend itâs going to be you. He smells Jeanâs perfume and rolls his eyes. He puffs on his cigar and contemplates ignoring her.
âDonât be a jackass, open the damn door.âÂ
Fuckinâ telepaths. âWhat?â He snaps at her the second the door is open. Her face screws up when she smells the smoke from his cigar. He knows she wants to put it out, and can see it in the twitch of her fingers. He raises a brow, a silent challenge to try him. Heâs itching for another fight and she can feel it.Â
She lets out a sharp breath, choosing her battles wisely and backing off. Heâs almost disappointed. âWe need to talk. This whole thing between the two of you is ridiculous. Youâre a mess, sheâs a messâŠâ
Her voice trails off into nothing more than the annoying pitch of a fly. Logan canât be bothered to listen to her scold him. Heâs not a fucking kid, and maybe if you were acting like an adult, they wouldnât be having this problem.Â
A few doors down he can hear you shouting, then the door to your room slams open. He darts off his bed, opening his own door to see what youâre doing. He only sees the back of your head as you angrily stomp down the stairs.Â
Enough is fucking enough, he was finishing this now. He was sick of your side of the bed being empty and the stupid fucking glare on your face every time you saw him. He doesnât even bother saying anything to Jean as he leaves, just chases after you.Â
Jean watches him go with a perturbed look. She steps out of the room and glances down the hall. Ororo steps out of your room and walks towards her. âWell?â Jean probes.Â
Ororor shrugs, âSheâs over it.â Jean smiles but itâs quickly wiped off her face by Ororoâs expression. âNot in the way we wanted.
Jean clenches her eyes shut and takes in a deep breath. She needs you two to figure your shit out or sheâs never going to be able to get a good nightâs sleep again.
You find yourself in the gym. Itâs not your favorite place in the world, you donât usually get to train with the others. Youâre stuck with telepaths, mainly the ones who can shut your powers down if you get too out of control. That hasnât been a problem since you got the cuffs, but youâve been too sad to test them out.Â
Now you find yourself obliterating a punching bag. You wrap the energy around your fists and let it protect the thin skin as you pummel into the bag. You donât know what else to do. You canât have energy meltdowns anymore. You have to try and funnel it all out physically, but itâs not working. Nothing is.Â
âImagining itâs me?â You pause midswing. You glance over to the door just in time to see Logan stalking towards you. He unzips his jacket slowly. So slowly it almost seems provocative. He tugs it off and tosses it onto a nearby bench.Â
You scoff as you watch him. âDo you ever have a shirt on?â
He shrugs and moves towards the ring in the middle of the gym. His movements are lithe and fluid as he hops onto the ring, every bit a wild animal. You watch as the muscles in his torso ripple and force your eyes off of him. You try and focus your attention back on the bag, but all your earlier energy is gone. Your mind is completely wrapped around Logan.Â
Which youâre sure is exactly what he wants, or he wouldnât be staring at you so smugly as he leans against the ropes and waits for you to acknowledge him. You suck on your teeth, irritation blooming in sporadic bursts throughout your body that has you nearly shaking. Finally, you give in.Â
He smirks the second your eyes meet, âI can take it, sweetheart. A lot better than that little toy of yours can.â He nods towards the punching bag but the insinuation isnât lost on you. You and Logan had been very active in your relationship. You could barely go a day without tasting each other.Â
Youâve been pent up since the breakup. Youâd given in a few days ago, pulled out your old vibrator, and tried to bring even a semblance of joy back into your life. But nothing could compare to Logan.Â
His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he waits for you to react. Heâs standing there, staring down at you with all the surety in the world that youâre going to fuck him. It makes you want to dig your nails in and rip him apart, bit by bit.Â
You can already picture it in your mind, using your abilities to pick him apart until heâs nothing but molecules dispersed through the air. Heâs lucky you have the cuffs on, without them youâre sure heâd already be dead.Â
You smirk and move towards the edge of the ring, your voice drops as you purr up at him, âYou wanna play, Logan?â
He grins and moves off the ropes, starting towards you as you make your way onto the ring. Youâre slightly less graceful than he was, but youâre too focused on wiping the smug look off his face to pay attention. âCome on kid,â he taunts, voice as low as it usually is when heâs fucking into you. âLetâs see what you got.â
Youâre not stupid enough to just outright swing at him. You feint to the right and bring your knee up into his ribs. He only needs one hand to wrap around your thigh and drag you forward. His other hand goes to your hip, tugging you closer until youâre practically grinding against each other. You grit your teeth and glare up at him.Â
âCome on, sweetheart, that canât be all you got for me.â Energy wraps around your head, blurring the air around you. You slam your temple against his, it provides enough of a distraction for you to yank your leg out of his grip. You throw your right fist into his ear, bouncing back with a grin as he shakes his head.Â
He practically growls as he reorients himself. You shrug and smirk, âWhat, donât tell me thatâs all you got, wolvie.â
âDonât fuckinâ call me that,â he grumbles. You open your mouth, prepared to taunt him again. But heâs lunging towards you and you just barely have enough time to dart out of his way. You know heâs going easy on you. He could have had you just then if he really wanted this.Â
But heâs dragging this out. Forcing you to spend as much time with him as you can. It only pisses you off further. You plant your foot on his back and kick him forward. He barely even stumbles and it only further confirms your suspicions. âStop fucking holding back,â you yell at him.Â
He turns around slowly. You almost expect there to be a sneer on his face, something angry. Instead, he looks fucking thrilled, like this is all just foreplay for him. He laughs, so low you can barely hear it, and his chest flexes as his claws come out.Â
âYou sure?â Itâs a taunt, a dare, he knows you arenât going to take the bait. Youâd be stupid to, you donât heal like he does. Once those things get in you, youâre screwed. But right now, youâre too pissed off to try and care.Â
You donât say anything, you just duck under his fist as he swings at you. You know he made it easy for you, giving you an opening to fall into. Heâs treating you like youâre something fragile. And maybe you are. One wrong move in this fight and you might not make it through the night. But anger is making you blind to logic.Â
Him playing fair just makes you want to play dirty. You use the opening he gives you, letting energy form around your fist and pulling back just enough to slam into his ribs. He coughs, doubling over as you hear bones crack under your hit. Heâll heal in seconds, you canât bring yourself to feel too bad for him.Â
Maybe if he ever took you seriously you might not be such a bitch. But he didnât think you were good enough to be honest with and he still was treating you like a plaything. In your opinion, he deserves whatever you give him and more. He doubles over and you swing your leg around, bringing it down across his face.Â
You hear a crack as your socked foot connects with his face, something crunches underneath you. And when your sole hits the mat again you see the blood leaking from his nose. You almost apologize. Almost, then you see the look on his face. His pupils are swallowing the hazel of his eyes, lips parted as he pants through his teeth. He looks fucking animalistic.Â
You have no warning as he pounces on you. His lips smother your own, moving over you with little to no grace. Thereâs nothing romantic or gentle about this. His fingers are digging so hard into your shirt, youâre sure you hear the seams rip. But you canât bring yourself to care.Â
One of your hands goes to his hair, tugging at the roots until heâs groaning into your mouth. You rake your nails up his back roughly. He cusses against your lips, hand traveling up to your chin so he can roughly jerk you back.Â
He stares down at you, a silent question on his face. Youâve barely nodded before heâs descending upon you again. Lips and teeth clash borderline painfully as he lowers you onto the mat. Youâre missing all the usual love and tenderness he treats you with, but you donât care.Â
You want to be rough. You want to hurt him like he hurt you, make him ache for you the way you do him. You wrap your legs around his, lifting your pelvis until you have enough leverage to flip him. Your thighs straddle his waist and you grind down against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.Â
He groans into your open mouth, large palms grabbing at your ass and spreading you so he can thrust between your clothed thighs. You canât help but moan at the friction. Itâs just enough to keep you on edge, he pulls back every time you think you might be close to something real building.Â
You rip your mouth off his. He glares up at you as you grab his hair and yank his head back. You slam his head hard enough into the mat for it to echo through the room and he growls against your grip. You grin down at him as you slowly get off him. You make a show of stripping, enjoying the way his eyes track your movements. He looks like a dog, panting and waiting for his treat.Â
Youâre tempted to get yourself off, making him watch, and then leave him straining against his sweatpants. But you need this bad, need him to scratch the itch you canât reach so you can finally get him out of your head. Neither of you are patient as he jerks his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to pop out.Â
Itâs already leaking from the tip like a faucet. You kneel, straddling his waist again. You donât have to do much to slick him up. You pump him a few times before heâs gripping your wrist and jerking your hand away. âGet up here,â he commands, voice rough as he grips your hips. You donât even get a chance to protest before heâs flipping you over.Â
He grabs your thighs and wraps them around his waist. Your ass is off the ground, hovering above his lap as he lines up with your slit. You moan when the tip rubs against your clit. âWhose teasing now?â You grit out, glaring at him.Â
His lips curl up, that insufferable smirk on his face before he slams into you. The attitude is practically fucked out of you as he starts pumping in and out. You groan, raking your hands down his chest. He fucking moans at the pain, blood blooming under your nails and immediately closing the further down you go.Â
Neither of you are giving up this fight, you donât want to lose, not even while youâre fucking. He pulls out of you and flips you over so fast you donât even have time to whine. Heâs back in you before you can blink, hips slapping into you in a way that you know is going to leave bruises tomorrow. Youâre not going to be able to sit for a week and he knows it. His hands are groping at the skin of your ass, pulling you apart and watching the skin ripple as he fucks into you.Â
Youâre not going to last long. Youâve been too desperate, too pent up while youâve been pissed off at him. He leans over you, draping himself across you lazily. You groan at the added weight, it only adds to the sensation, only makes you want him deeper inside you. âThought you didnât want me anymore, sweetheart.â He whispers in your ear and you flutter around him as his hand snakes around your waist, rubbing tight circles on your clit.Â
You open your mouth but all that comes out is disjointed moans. You know thereâs something sarcastic in there, and he must know too because he laughs at your pathetic mumbled sentence. âI donât know,â he leans back and watches as he makes room for himself inside you. âSeem to need me real bad now.â
Your nails dig into the mat, energy leaking through your fingertips and warming up the canvas beneath you. You can feel it fluctuating, fighting against the cuffs the closer he brings you to the edge. âFuck you,â the words escape you at a particularly deep thrust and you struggle to keep your eyes open.Â
He pauses and you nearly cry at the loss of movement. âSorry, couldnât hear you. Whatâd you say? Stop?â
You glare over your shoulder at him âDonât you fucking dare, Logan.â You let your power push up against his back, forcing his hips to move again. He chuckles at the move, fingers creating figure eights on your nub.Â
âWouldnât dream of it, sweetheart,â he protests, voice innocent. âAh, fuck,â his voice is nothing more than low grunts and groans in your ear the closer the both of you get to your release. You canât speak anymore, canât think. You can feel it cresting higher and higher inside you.Â
Your abilities are rising with your release. Theyâre pushing against the cuffs, fighting desperately against the control the foreign metal has on your powers. You can feel it, heat building up under your skin, like a tingling on the tip of your tongue that you just canât reach. Itâs Loganâs release that finally tips you over the edge.Â
The way his breath catches and his hips stutter in their perfect rhythm as warmth floods you from the inside out. You can feel it, him, dribbling down your thighs and staining the mat beneath you. It has you clenching around him, pushing your hips back weakly while you let the feeling overwhelm you. You nearly black out. Two weeks without him hadnât felt long until you remembered what you were missing.Â
You lose your sense of time, dropping to the mat like your bones have gone liquid, dripping out of you. You can feel Logan draped over you still, his weight a comforting blanket that nearly has you drifting to sleep. Naked, in the middle of the boxing ring. He pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss.Â
He shushes you, rubbing a hand up your spine and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your temple. He wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you back into his chest. It takes a few minutes of quiet cuddling for you to remember what exactly led you down to the gym in the first place.Â
You feel disgusted with yourself for giving in to him so easily. Itâs clear what his plan had been. And youâd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Youâd barely even fought against him. Of course, you could reason that you needed to get the tension out. This was the perfect way to funnel out your built-up energy.Â
But youâre disgusted with yourself for giving in to him so easily. You just disregarded dignity and self-respect for a chance to get him between your legs. You were such a fucking idiot. No wonder this is all he wanted you for.Â
âShit,â you mutter, trying to pull yourself out of his grip. Your eyes widen as his arms tighten around your waist. He tugs you back down until heâs got you in what essentially feels like a headlock. He could easily pass it off as spooning, but it feels a little more demanding than that. âLogan,â you warn, the silent peace of the moment officially shattered.Â
âDonât,â he gripes. You can fight against him for as long as you want, but youâll only tire yourself out. His arms are literally metal bands around you. âLet me talk and then you can run off.â You huff and wait, but he never speaks. Finally, you look over your shoulder and glare at him. âWell?â
You roll your eyes, âFuckâs sake,â you mutter. âAlright, speak.â
You can feel his grin against the back of your head. If he didnât have you in such a tight grip, youâd elbow him in the gut just to be petty. âI made a mistake,â you scoff and he keeps going. Stopping you from interrupting him with something bitchy. âYou werenât just something convenient to me, sweetheart.â he pauses and chuckles, âYouâre a huge fucking pain in my ass.â
âIs this your idea of an apology?â You snap, âBecause this is pathetic.âÂ
He doesnât say anything and youâre tempted to snark at him again. But then the world is flipped on its side as he jerks you around and forces you to face him. Your chests rub together, the sweaty skin sticking together and bordering on uncomfortable. âYou ever shut up?â He asks, but thereâs no heat to the words. If anything he looks fond of you, and it makes you shift around, trying not to look him in the eye. But thereâs nowhere for you to hide, youâre both naked and bare before each other.Â
Youâre as physically vulnerable as he must feel emotionally. And as much as this is a horrible way to display how heâs feeling, youâre starting to understand him a little better. You know why this conversation is so hard for him, why he canât accept that someone truly loves him and he loves her back.Â
But thatâs not going to get him out of it. Heâs still yet to say the words. Maybe if he manned up and said something real youâd consider forgiving him. You give him an expectant look and he sighs, forehead pressed against yours as he slumps over you. You want to pretend youâre annoyed at the contact, but youâve been craving it since you ran away two weeks ago.
Youâve been desperate for this warmth that only he can provide you. Without realizing it, you nuzzle further into his chest, hands drifting up to wrap around his bare waist. Logan feels the tightness in him ease slightly at the way you curl into him. Heâs got a shot, even if you try and tell him he doesnât. Â
Itâs silent for a while, while you linger in the emotions of what just happened and he tries to find the right words. He leans down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and smiling against the shell of your ear. âI love you,â he whispers.Â
Youâd told yourself youâd only consider forgiving him if he said those words. But thatâs only because youâd never thought he would actually say it. You didnât think he was capable of admitting that to himself. It seems so out of character for him. But, maybe, you donât know him as well as you thought you did.Â
He pulls back, hand landing on your jaw and gently guiding your head out of his neck. He gives you an expectant look but youâre finding it hard to meet his eyes. Youâve been waiting for him to say that, but now it feels like you canât. Youâre still struggling to forgive him. He put you through so much unnecessary hurt just because he couldnât face his own feelings.Â
And now youâre struggling to do the same. âI want to say it back,â you tell him. âBut how am I supposed to trust that the next time things get hard, you wonât lash out again?â
He frowns, an irritated huff of breath shooting out his nose. But you know itâs frustration towards himself. For letting you both get to this point because he couldnât just say three words. âIâll wait,â he promises. âFor as long as it takes, Iâll wait.âÂ
You smile and nod, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. Youâre sure youâll be saying it sooner rather than later. But whatâs the harm in making him squirm a little? He deserves it.Â
A/N: I donât write smut, itâs literally in my rules. I think I stared at a gif of him for too long and some horny ass demon possessed me and made me write this. Forgive me, universe, Iâm no better than a man.
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz donât hate each other anymore, but she still calls him a little bitch. PART ONE word count: 9.1k + social media posts
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If someone had told you a year ago that you would be making out with Carlos Sainz in his driver's room hours before the Monaco Grand Prix, you would've laughed in their faces and told them they were completely out of their mind.
Because why would you ever think of even breathing near the little bitch, right?
And yet, there you were. Your bodies pressed together as his lips explored your neck.
"Carlos," you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair, "we shouldn't... someone could come in..."
He lifted his head, his brown eyes gleaming with desire. "Do you want me to stop, hermosa?"
"No," you admitted, "I don't want you to stop."
A satisfied smile played on his lips before he pressed them against yours again. His hands caressed your hips, pulling you even closer.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered against your lips.
You couldn't help but smile. "The feeling's mutual, you little bitch."
He chuckled softly before speaking, "And to think that you hated me."
"I still do," you replied, but your tone lacked conviction. "It's just⊠I hate you a little less when you do that."
His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, making you shiver.
"Oh yeah?" he murmured, his hot breath against your skin. "And this?"
You let out a small moan, your nails digging slightly into his shoulders. "Maybe I hate you even less now."
He laughed softly, his hands sliding under your t-shirt. "You definitely don't hate me."
Almost a month had passed since that night in Carlos' car, and things between you two were amazing. You hadn't put a label on what you were yet, but you felt happier than ever.
You found yourselves seeking each other out more and more. But it wasn't just about the physical attraction or the tension of your bickering anymore. You discovered a side of Carlos you'd never seen before â his warmth, his humor, his vulnerability.
And you finally let your guard down and let him see that part of you, too.
The sarcastic remarks and playful insults were still there, but now they were tinged with affection rather than malice. Your friends had started to notice the change in your dynamic, especially Lando, who couldn't quite hide his knowing smirk whenever he saw you two together.
However, you decided to play it cool, not letting your friends know that there was something more between you and Carlos. They might be able to tell by now, but you still didn't want to admit it to them.
Which lead to secret rendezvous in hidden corners of the paddock become frequent occurrences. Like right now.
"As much as I'm enjoying this," you said as his lips still lingered on your neck and his hands roamed underneath your shirt, "I should go, someone's probably coming to get you shortly."
Carlos let out a soft groan of but nodded, slowly pulling away from you.
"You're right," he admitted, his hands reluctantly leaving your skin. "I wish we could stay like this, though. "
"I know," you smiled, reaching up to smooth his tousled hair. "But we can't risk getting caught, especially not today."
He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "Tonight, then? After the race?"
"Assuming you don't crash into a wall, sure," you teased.
"Such faith in me," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll show you, hermosa. Watch me on that podium."
You were about to retort when a sharp knock on the door made you both freeze.
"Carlos? Five minutes until the briefing," came a voice from outside.
"Coming!" Carlos called back, "Looks like our time's up."
"I'll sneak out after you. Good luck out there, little bitch," you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Gracias, mi amor," he murmured, the endearment slipping out naturally.
You paused for a moment, surprised by the warm feeling that spread through your chest at his words. But there was no time to dwell on it. With a final kiss on your lips, he was out of the room.
Your heart was pounding as you tried to casually make your way out of Carlos' room. You were so focused on appearing nonchalant that you almost walked right into Charles.
"YN?" he said, his eyebrows raised in surprise and a knowing smirk slowly spreading across his face. "What are you doing here?"
You felt your cheeks flush as you scrambled for an explanation. "Oh, Charles! Hi! I was just⊠uh⊠coming to wish you good luck on the race."
"In Carlos' room?" his smirk widened.
Your heart sank. Of course he'd noticed where you'd come from. You tried to keep your voice steady as you replied, "No, no⊠I just got a bit turned around. All these corridors look the same, you know?"
"Uh-huh," Charles said, clearly not buying it for a second. "Well, thanks for the good luck wishes. Though I'm not sure how sincere they are if you're sneaking out of my teammate's room."
You opened your mouth to protest, but the knowing look in Charles' eyes made you realize it was pointless. He'd figured it out.
You were surprised Alex haven't told him already, anyway.
"Relax, YN. Your secret's safe with me," he said with a wink. "Though you might want to fix your hair before you see your brother. It's a bit⊠disheveled."
You groaned, quickly running your fingers through your hair as Charles walked away, still chuckling. You tried to make the flush on your cheeks go away as you reached McLaren hospitality.
Carlos Sainz was driving you crazy in the best possible way.
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The party at Jimmy'z was in full swing, the air electric with the excitement of Charles' Grand Prix victory. The club was packed with F1 drivers, team personnel, and celebrities, all riding the high of the race day adrenaline.
You stood near the bar, your fourth glass of champagne in hand, feeling pleasantly buzzed. The room spun slightly as you looked around, your gaze inevitably drawn to Carlos. He was across the room, laughing with Pierre and Charles, but his eyes kept finding you in the crowd.
Every time your eyes met, you felt a jolt of electricity. The memory of his touch from earlier in the day lingered on your skin, making you crave more. You watched as he excused himself from his conversation and made his way toward you, weaving through the crowd with effortless grace.
"Enjoying the party, hermosa?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close.
You shivered at his proximity, the scent of his cologne making your head spin even more. "It's alright," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Could be better though."
Carlos's eyes darkened at your words. He glanced around quickly before leaning in even closer, his lips barely brushing your ear. "Meet me outside in five minutes."
Before you could respond, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd. Your heart raced as you waited, trying not to watch the clock too obviously. When five minutes had passed, you made your way outside, your steps slightly unsteady.
The cool night air was a relief after the stuffy club. You spotted Carlos in one of the alleyways behind Jimmy'z. He turned as you approached, a smile spreading across his face.
"Remember the last time we were here?" he asked, pulling you close.
You giggled, the alcohol making you bold. "Yeah, when you kissed me unprovoked."
"Unprovoked?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, his hands settling on your waist. "I was being provoked by how insanely gorgeous you looked. Still do, by the way," he leaned even closer. "And if I recall correctly, you enjoyed it a lot."
"Maybe I did," you giggled, drunkenness clear in your every move. "Should we do it again?"
Without overthinking, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a bold, impulsive kiss. It was tentative at first, testing the waters, but then you felt Carlos smile against your lips, his hands tightening on your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
As the kiss intensified, you felt Carlos's hands slide from your waist to your lower back, pressing you even closer against him. The heat of his body contrasted with the cool night air, sending shivers down your spine. Your own hands moved up to tangle in his hair, earning a low groan from him that you felt more than heard.
Breaking apart for air, Carlos rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in quick pants. "I'm crazy about you, Piastri," he murmured before leaning in for another kiss.
You were so lost in the moment that you didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching.
"You freaking muppets! I knew it!"
You broke apart, startled, to see Lando standing there, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Lando!" you whined, burying your face in Carlos's chest. "Leave us alone!"
Carlos chuckled, his arms still around you. "How long have you known, cabron?"
"Please, you two are about as subtle as a neon sign," Lando smirked, crossing his arms. "Oh, this is too good. You two are so busted."
"Lando, please," Carlos started, but you cut him off.
"Go away, Lando!" you whined, clinging to Carlos. "We're busy."
Lando laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you lovebirds alone. But we're definitely talking about this later!"
As Lando walked away, you turned back to Carlos, wrapping your arms around his neck, suddenly feeling very tired and more than a little drunk. "Take me home?" you asked, your words slurring slightly.
"Of course, mi amor," Carlos nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll drive you to Oscar's."
"Nooo," you whined, clinging to him. "I want to stay with you tonight. Please?"
Carlos hesitated for a moment, clearly torn. "YN, you're pretty drunk. Are you sure that's a good idea?"
You nodded vigorously, then immediately regretted it as the world spun. "I'm sure. I just want to be with you. Please?"
"Alright, alright, you win. Letâs get you back to my place," he said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.
You beamed at him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, little bitch."
The night might have been a blur, but one thing was crystal clearâyou were falling hard for Carlos Sainz, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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You could practically hear your friend's and brother's laugh through the phone as you muted the conversation. Shaking your head, you grabbed your jacket and headed out to meet Carlos.
He was waiting for you outside, leaning against a lamppost with casual smile. The sight of him - dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt, his hair slightly tousled by the breeze - made your heart skip a beat.
"There you are," he said, his face lighting up as you approached. "Ready to go?"
Without thinking twice about it, you wrapped your arms his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, taking him by surprise. Carlos' eyes widened but he quickly melted into it, his arms wrapping around your waist. When you finally pulled away, he was looking at you with a mix of delight and wonder.
"Well," he said, a bit breathlessly, "that's quite a hello. What was that for?"
You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the blush creeping up your cheeks. "Do I need a reason to kiss you?"
"No, hermosa," he said, pulling you closer. "You never need a reason. You're allowed to kiss me whenever you want."
With a playful glint in your eye. You pulled him in and kissed him again.
God you were down bad, it's embarrassing.
"Dios mio," he murmured as you pulled away, "I could get used to this."
You laughed, linking your arm with his as you started walking. "Don't get too comfortable, little bitch. I still have a reputation to maintain."
Carlos chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Of course, Piastri. Whatever you say."
As you strolled through the streets of Montreal, you found yourself initiating more little touches - a squeeze of his hand, a kiss on the cheek, leaning into him as you walked. Each time, you noticed how Carlos's face would light up, how he'd pull you a little closer.
It occurred to you that maybe he'd been holding back, worried about pushing you too far or too fast.
For the past month, you'd been letting your guard down, bit by bit. Carlos had somehow managed to sneak past your defenses with his charm and the warmth that had been hidden beneath all that banter. You'd always prided yourself on being independent, on not letting anyone get too close. But with Carlos, things felt different, at least now they did.
Still, there were moments when doubt crept in, when old insecurities bubbled to the surface. What if this was all just a fling for him? What if you were reading too much into the way he looked at you, the way he seemed to treasure every kiss and touch? What if you eventually went back to your bitterness towards each other?
You hadn't put a label on whatever this was between you, and the ambiguity sometimes left you feeling unsteady, as if you were walking on a tightrope without a safety net.
But bringing it up to him felt intimidating.
"Whats on your mind?" Carlos asked once he noticed that you went quiet and your eyes were wandering.
You considered bringing up the subject, but decided to ignore the thought for now.
"Nothing," you replied with a small smile, squeezing his hand. "Just thinking about how Lando is going to have our heads for not wanting to hang out with him."
Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. "Lando will survive. He canât have us all to himself all the time."
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As the Spanish Grand Prix weekend approached, you found yourself in Barcelona, exploring the city with Carlos in a way you never imagined possible.
The man who once irritated you beyond belief was now showing you his childhood spots, sharing stories of his youth with a boyish enthusiasm that made your heart flutter.
When you told Oscar about your plans to head to Barcelona early with Carlos, you braced yourself for the teasing that was sure to follow.
Your brother didn't disappoint, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he launched into a series of jokes about you "fraternizing with the enemy" and how you'd "finally succumbed to Sainz's charms." But beneath the banter, you could see the genuine happiness in Oscar's eyes.
After the laughter died down, he pulled you into a hug and told you he was glad you'd found someone who made you happy, even if it was "that Spanish menace."
He was the best brother you could've asked for.
"And this," Carlos said, gesturing to a small, unassuming restaurant tucked away in a narrow street, "is where you'll find the best paella in all of Barcelona. Maybe even in all of Spain."
"That's a bold claim, Sainz," you raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You better not be overselling it."
"Would I ever lie to you, Piastri?"
"Yes, absolutely," you retorted, but there was no bite to your words.
As you sat down to eat, the aroma of saffron and seafood filled the air. Carlos watched expectantly as you took your first bite, and you couldn't help but close your eyes in delight at the flavors.
"Okay, I'll admit it," you said, opening your eyes to see his triumphant smile. "This might actually be the best paella I've ever had."
"I told you!" he exclaimed, looking far too pleased with himself. "Never doubt a Spaniard when it comes to paella."
"Alright, you win this round," you rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.
As you continued to enjoy the meal, a comfortable silence settled between you and Carlos. It was in these quiet moments that you found yourself marveling at how far you'd come - from barely tolerating each other to... whatever this was now.
"You know, I've been thinking," Carlos broke the silence, his voice softer than usual, "We've talked a lot about my childhood here in Spain, but I realize I don't know much about your early years in Australia."
You looked up from your plate, a bit surprised by the sudden change in topic. "Oh, well, what do you want to know?"
Carlos leaned forward, his elbows on the table, genuine curiosity in his warm brown eyes. "Everything. What was it like growing up there? What did little YN enjoy back then?â
You paused for a moment, caught off guard by Carlos's question. Your mind immediately went to your childhood memories with Oscar, and you found yourself launching into a familiar narrative.
"Well, growing up in Australia was quite an adventure, especially with Oscar around," you began, a fond smile playing on your lips, âOscar's always been obsessed with anything that has wheels. Even as a toddler, he'd zoom around the house with his toy cars, making engine noises..."
As you launched into the story of Oscar's journey from go-karts to Formula 1, you found yourself getting carried away with the memories. You talked about the early morning drives to races, the smell of petrol and rubber that became a constant in your life, the way your parents juggled work and Oscar's growing career.
"...and then there was this one time, Oscar was about 14, and he'd just won a major championship. The interviewer asked him who his biggest inspiration was, and do you know what he said?" You paused, smiling at the memory.
Carlos shook his head, completely engrossed in your story.
"He said it was me. Can you believe that? His older sister who couldn't tell a thing about cars. I think I cried for an hour after that interview."
As you finished your tale, you noticed Carlos watching you with an unreadable expression. "What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.
Carlos smiled softly, reaching across the table to take your hand.
"Hermosa," he said gently, "I asked about your childhood, and you've told me all about Oscar's racing career."
You blinked, realizing he was right. "Oh, I... I guess I got carried away. Sorry about that."
"No, no," Carlos squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I love hearing about Oscar, truly. But I want to know about you. What did you like growing up? What were your passions, your dreams?"
You blinked, suddenly realizing that you had automatically steered the conversation towards Oscar, as you had done countless times before when asked about your childhood. The fact that Carlos had redirected the focus back to you left you momentarily speechless.
"I... wow," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think anyone's ever asked me that before."
"Really? But surely people must have been interested in your childhood too?"
You shrugged, feeling a sudden lump in your throat. "Not really. I mean, Oscar was always the star, you know? My pride and joy, the racing prodigy. People were always more interested in his story."
Carlos squeezed your hand gently. "Well, I'm interested in your story. Tell me about little YN Piastri, not just Oscar's sister."
You took a deep breath, feeling a lot of emotions you couldn't quite name. Carlos's genuine interest in your personal story touched something deep within you, a part of yourself you'd almost forgotten existed.
"Actually," you began, your voice soft as you delved into long-buried memories, "I was always drawn to art. Not just painting or drawing, but all forms of visual expression. I remember spending hours in our backyard, arranging leaves and flowers into patterns, or using chalk to create massive, colorful murals on our driveway."
"That sounds beautiful. Did you take classes?" Carlos leaned in, his eyes bright with interest.
"Not really. I wasn't great in school, to be honest. Sitting still, focusing on textbooks - it just wasn't my strong suit. But give me a blank canvas or a lump of clay, and I could lose myself for hours."
"So why didn't you pursue it?" Carlos asked gently.
You paused, considering Carlos's question. It was something you'd never really articulated before, even to yourself.
"I guess... I never saw it as something to pursue," you said slowly. "My focus was always on Oscar. From the moment he started showing promise in racing, I just naturally fell into the role of his protector, his support system."
You smiled softly, remembering those early days. "Oscar was so talented, but he was also just a kid with big dreams and even bigger pressures. I felt like it was my job to shield him from the worst of it, to be his safe haven. It wasn't a sacrifice, not really. It was a choice I made out of love. Oscar's success, his happiness - that became my passion."
"But what about your art?" Carlos pressed, his tone careful but curious.
You shrugged, a mix of emotions flickering across your face. "It just⊠faded into the background, I guess. There were always races to attend, equipment to pack. My sketchbooks got buried under stacks of racing magazines. My easel gathered dust in the corner of my room."
Carlos reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "YN , that's⊠that's incredibly selfless of you. But don't you miss it?"
You felt a wave of emotion wash over you at Carlos's question, his gentle touch grounding you.
"I do," you admitted softly, your eyes meeting his. "I've been Oscar's sister, his supporter, for so long. I'm not sure I remember how to be anything else."
"Oh, mi amor," Carlos said softly, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You're so much more than just Oscar's sister. You're YN - a woman with a beautiful heart and a determinate mind. Your love for Oscar is admirable, but it doesn't have to be the only thing that defines you," he paused, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, "I'm honored to be close to that woman. The one who sees beauty in leaves and flowers, who can lose herself in creating art, even when she forgets about it."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. But old habits die hard, and you found yourself deflecting with humor. "Wow, Sainz," you said, a teasing glint in your eye. "Are you always this sappy, or am I just special?"
Carlos's face broke into a grin, recognizing your playful tone. "Only for you, Piastri. I have a reputation to maintain, you know."
"Oh please," you rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. "Your reputation as what? A little bitch?"
Carlos' face broke into a wide grin, "One day you'll stop calling me that."
You couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the earlier conversation dissolving into familiar banter. "Keep telling yourself that, Sainz."
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Saturday arrived in Barcelona, which meant it was time for qualifying.
After your quick rendezvous with Carlos in his motorhome - something that was routine by now- you made your way towards the paddock club to meet Alex and Kika. Your mind was still buzzing from Carlos' touch, your skin tingling where his lips had been just moments ago.
Your hair was slightly tousled, a result of Carlos' fingers running through it. You could still feel the ghost of his kisses on your neck, and the memory sent a shiver down your spine. Pausing briefly, you tried to smooth down your clothes and fix your appearance in the reflection of a nearby trailer. The last thing you needed was more knowing looks from your friends, you had enough when Lando teasing you and Carlos whenever he had the chance.
Approaching the paddock club, you spotted Alex and Kika waiting for you near the entrance.
"Hey, there you are!" Alex called out as you neared. "We were starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "In a place I've been coming to for years? Not likely."
The three of you sat down at a nearby table and ordered something to drink. The conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from race predictions to the latest paddock gossip.
"So," Kika said, leaning forward towards you, "how are things going with Carlos? You two seem pretty cozy lately."
You felt a blush creeping up your neck, the warmth spreading to your cheeks. You took a sip of your drink to buy yourself a moment, but you couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "Things are good. Really good, actually."
"But�" Alex's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied your face.
"But nothing," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "We're just enjoying each other's company."
Kika's eyebrows shot up, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Wait, has he not asked you to be his girlfriend yet? I thought for sure you two would be official by now."
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, bringing all your insecurities rushing to the surface. The ones you've tried to push away since this thing with Carlos began.
You tried to keep your expression neutral, but your friends knew you too well. The smile you'd been wearing moments ago faltered, and you could feel the doubt creeping in.
"Hey," Alex said softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand. "I'm sure it doesn't mean anything. Carlos is crazy about you, anyone can see that. Every relationship moves at its own pace."
You nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Yeah, of course. We're just taking things slow, that's all."
But as the conversation moved on to other topics, you couldn't shake the doubt that had taken root in your mind. You found yourself only half-listening, your thoughts a swirling mess of questions and insecurities.
Why hadn't Carlos made things official? Was he keeping his options open? Were you still just his rival's sister who picked fights with him in his eyes? The rational part of your brain tried to argue that labels didn't matter, that what you and Carlos had was special regardless of what you called it. But the insecure part wouldn't be silenced so easily.
As you sat there, surrounded by the chatter of your friends and the energy of the circuit, you felt a strange sense of isolation creep over you. You were in Carlos' home city, surrounded by his world, and yet you'd never felt more unsure of your place in it.
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"Finally," Carlos breathed, as he opened the door. Before you could utter a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, kicking the door shut behind you. In one fluid motion, he pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours.
"Carlos, what-" you started, but he silenced you with a searing kiss.
When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless. "Sorry," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "I've been wanting to do that all day."
"You saw me right after the race, you needy little bitch."
Carlos' hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer. "That was hours ago. Far too long."
"Seriously?" you teased, though you couldn't keep the affection out of your voice. "You're ridiculous, Sainz."
"Maybe," he conceded, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. "But you like it."
Carlos began to trail kisses down your neck, his touch igniting sparks across your skin. You laughed as he pulled you towards the bed, your fingers intertwining with his.
"Slow down, hotshot. The bed's not going anywhere."
"But my patience might," he turned to face you, "Do you know how hard it was to focus on the post-race interviews when all I could think about was getting you alone?"
"Oh, poor baby," you teased gently, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "It must have been tough, going over the race data after a P6 finish."
Carlos groaned dramatically, pulling you closer. "Torture, hermosa. Absolute torture."
Carlos guided you towards the bed, his hands never leaving your body. With a gentle push, he lowered you onto the mattress, quickly following to hover above you. His lips found yours again, the kiss deep and passionate, as his hands roamed your sides, slipping under the hem of your shirt.
You arched into his touch, your own hands exploring the firm planes of his back. Carlos broke the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline, down to the sensitive spot on your neck that always made you gasp.
"You're really needy today, aren't you?" you said, running your fingers through his hair.
Carlos' lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes softening with affection. "I'm always needy when it comes to my girl," he murmured, leaning in to capture your lips once more.
Your breath caught in your throat, not just from the sensation of his warm breath on your skin, but from his words. My girl. The phrase echoed in your mind, stirring up the doubts you'd been trying to push away.
Suddenly, Kika's voice from your earlier conversation rang in your ears. "Wait, has he not asked you to be his girlfriend yet?"
The warmth that had been building in your chest turned cold as uncertainty crept in. If you were his girl, then why hadn't he made it official?
Carlos must have sensed your sudden tension because he pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing. "YN? What's wrong?"
You forced a smile, trying to shake off the doubts. "Nothing," you said, your voice not quite as steady as you'd hoped.
He studied your face for a moment, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you sure? We can stop if you're not feeling it."
"No, no," you assured him quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment. "I'm fine. Just⊠got distracted for a second."
Carlos didn't look entirely convinced, but he nodded slowly. "Okay, but promise me you'll tell me if something's bothering you?"
You nodded, pulling him back down for another kiss. As you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you pushed your concerns to the back of your mind.
A few moments later, you laid tangled beneath the covers, your head resting on Carlos' chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your bare shoulder. The afterglow should have been blissful, but your mind was elsewhere, racing with thoughts you couldn't quiet.
Carlos must have sensed your unease because he shifted slightly, tilting his head to look at you. "YN? What's wrong, hermosa? You seem⊠distant. Are you not feeling well?"
You sighed, debating whether to voice your concerns. "It's nothing, really. I justâŠ" you trailed off, unsure how to continue.
"Hey," he said softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "Talk to me. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
You bit your lip, your heart racing. "It's just⊠when you called me 'your girl' earlier⊠I don't know. It made me think."
"Think about what?" Carlos' brow furrowed slightly. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no, you didn't," you assured him quickly. "It's more about⊠us, I guess. About what we are. What this is between us."
"YN," he said, his voice low and intense. "I thought I've been clear about how I feel about you. I've been yours since that kiss at Jimmy'z last year. Maybe even before that, if I'm being honest."
His words should have reassured you, but they only made your anxiety spike. You sat up abruptly, pulling the sheet around you.
You'd wanted clarity, but now that you had it, you didn't know how to handle it.
"But what does that mean, Carlos?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "We've been doing... whatever this is for months now, but we've never really talked about it. We haven't put a label on it."
Carlos sat up too, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "I didn't think we needed to. I thought it was obvious how I felt about you."
"Obvious?" you repeated, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. "How is it obvious when we've never actually discussed what we are to each other?"
Carlos reached for your hand, but you pulled away, standing up from the bed. You began pacing, your mind racing.
"YN, please," Carlos said, his voice soft. "Come back to bed. Let's talk about this."
You shook your head, reaching for your clothes. "I can't... I need to think. I need some space."
As you hurriedly dressed, Carlos got out of bed, pulling on his boxers. "Are you really running away, Piastri?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice now. "I thought we were past this. That you weren't that arrogant girl who was ready to pick up pointless fights with me anymore."
His words stung, cutting deeper than you thought possible. It felt like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs and leaving you reeling. The accusation brought back all the insecurities you'd been trying to suppress, all the doubts about whether you deserved this happiness with Carlos. It was as if he'd reached into your chest and squeezed your heart, leaving you raw and vulnerable.
You whirled to face him, eyes flashing with hurt and anger. "Arrogant? Is that what you think of me?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Carlos ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. "I just... I thought we'd moved past the point where you'd run away instead of talking to me."
"Maybe I wouldn't feel the need to run if you'd actually communicate with me," you shot back.
"Communicate?" Carlos scoffed. "That's rich coming from you. You're the one who's been keeping me at arm's length this whole time!"
The accusation hit you like a slap. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on, YN," Carlos said, his voice rising. "Every time things get too real, you pull away. You make a joke, you change the subject. It's like you're afraid of admitting that this might actually mean something."
"That's not fair," you protested, feeling tears prick at your eyes. "I'm here, aren't I? I've been here! But how am I supposed to be sure that this isn't just a fling for you? Or some twisted way to mess with Oscar?"
"Oscar?" Carlos looked you with wide eyes, shaking his head, "What does Oscar have to do with anything? This is about us, YN. You and me."
"Is it?" you challenged, your voice breaking. "Because sometimes I don't even know what 'us' means. Are we together? Are we just having fun? How am I supposed to know?"
Carlos' expression softened slightly, but his frustration was still evident. "You're not being fair, Piastri. I've always been the one to show my desire to be with you. I did it that night after Lando's party, remember? But you're the one who runs away when things get real."
His words hit home, and you felt a fresh wave of guilt and confusion wash over you.
"I don't... I don't run away," you said weakly, but even to your own ears, it sounded unconvincing.
"Don't you?" Carlos asked, his voice softening. "Every time I try to take a step forward, you take three steps back. I'm not the one who's afraid of labels here."
Silence lingered in the air, you felt physically sick. Carlos' words were true, every single one of them, deep down you knew it. As much as you tried to let your guard down with him, your self defense mechanisms always came through.
"When are you going to stop sabotaging your own happiness for other people?" Carlos asked after another minute of silence. "This isn't about Oscar, or anyone else. It's about you being too scared to admit that you might actually care about me."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, once again. "Scared? You think I'm scared? I'm terrified, Carlos! Terrified of getting hurt, of ruining everything. And you're not exactly making it easy.""
"How am I not making it easy?" Carlos demanded, his voice rising. "I've been nothing but clear about my feelings for you. Every time I get close, you shut down!" Carlos shouted, his frustration boiling over. "It's like you're allergic to any kind of emotional intimacy!"
"Oh, that's something coming from you," you spat back. "Mr. 'I-can-charm-anyone-with-a-smile'. How do I know this isn't just another conquest for you?"
The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You saw the hurt flash across Carlos' face, quickly replaced by anger.
"A conquest?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low. "Is that really what you think of me? After everything I've shared with you?"
"I don't know what to think anymore," you said, your voice breaking. "This whole thing is just... it's too much. I can't do this."
You turned towards the door, reaching for the handle. Carlos stepped forward, his anger dissipating, replaced by desperation.
"YN, wait," he pleaded. "Please, don't go. Not like this. Let's talk, mi amor. Don't run from me."
The term of endearment, spoken so softly, almost broke your resolve. You paused, your hand on the doorknob, torn between the urge to flee and the desire to fall into his arms.
"I... I can't, Carlos," you whispered, your voice thick with tears. "I need some time. Some space to think."
"YN, please," Carlos said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can figure this out together. Just... stay. Please."
You turned to look at him one last time, your heart breaking at the pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry," you managed to say. "I'll... I'll call you later."
And with that, you stepped out into the hallway, leaving Carlos standing alone in his room.
You immediately felt like you made a huge mistake.
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You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, staring blankly at the TV screen. The sound was muted, the flickering images providing a distraction you desperately needed but couldn't quite focus on. Your phone lay face down on the coffee table, ignored despite the occasional vibration of incoming messages.
Your mind wandered to Carlos, it always did.
The memory of your argument played on repeat in your head, each hurtful word a fresh wound. You couldn't shake the image of his face - the hurt, the anger, the desperation in his eyes as you walked out the door. It haunted you.
Everything that had happened that night felt like a blur. The passion of your initial encounter, the tenderness of his touch, the way he called you "his girl" - it all seemed so perfect until your insecurities came crashing in. You wondered if you had overreacted, if you had let your fears get the best of you.
Carlos had been right about one thing - you did have a tendency to run when things got too real. It was a defense mechanism, a way to protect yourself from getting hurt. But in doing so, were you sabotaging your own happiness, like he said?
The only thing you were sure about was that it wasn't physical attraction or the remaining tension of your bickering from last year anymore, Carlos saw you in a way no one else did, and that terrified you as much as it thrilled you.
Your conversation with Lando from earlier that day came back to you. You had called him in a moment of panic, spilling out all your fears and doubts. Lando, ever the unusual voice of reason, had listened patiently.
"YN," he had said, his voice gentle but firm, "you can't let your insecurities ruin what you and Carlos could have. I've known him for years, and I've never seen him like this with anyone else. He really cares about you."
"But what if it doesn't work out?" you had asked, your voice small. "What if we end up hating each other again?"
Lando had chuckled at that. "You two are so stubborn, you know that? You're both so afraid of letting your guard down that you're pushing each other away. Someone needs to take the first step, YN. And from what Carlos has told me, he's been trying. Maybe it's your turn."
His words echoed in your mind now, mixing with the memory of Carlos' plea for you to stay.
You made a huge mistake by walking away that night, and now you didn't know how to fix it.
A soft knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts. You hesitated, not wanting to face anyone, but another, more insistent knock followed.
"YN? It's me, open up," Oscar's voice called from the other side.
With a sigh, you pushed yourself off the couch and shuffled to the door. When you opened it, your brother's concerned face greeted you.
"Hey," Oscar said softly, his eyes scanning your disheveled appearance. "Can I come in?"
You nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. Oscar walked in, his gaze taking in the dim lighting and the general disarray of your usually tidy living room. He turned to face you, worry etched across his features.
"What's going on, sis? I heard you're not going to Austria," he said, his voice gentle but probing. "And it looks like you haven't slept in days."
You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "I just need a break," you mumbled, moving back to the couch and curling up in your previous position.
Oscar followed, sitting down beside you.
He reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle and familiar. "YN, talk to me. What's really going on? Is this about Carlos?"
At the mention of Carlos' name, you felt a fresh wave of emotion wash over you. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. Oscar noticed your reaction and pulled you into a tight hug.
"Oh, sis," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "What happened?"
You buried your face in your brother's shoulder, finally letting the tears fall. Between sobs, you started to explain everything that had happened in Barcelona - the conversation with Kika and Alex, your growing insecurities, the night in Carlos's hotel room, your argument. As you spoke, you could feel the weight of the past week pressing down on you, the emotions you'd been bottling up threatening to spill over.
"âŠand now, I don't know what to do," you finished, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I've ruined everything."
"YN, listen to me. You haven't ruined anything," Oscar said, "Relationships are complicated, and misunderstandings happen. But from what you've told me and what I've seen, it sounds like Carlos cares about you a lot. And I think you care about him too, more than you're willing to admit to yourself."
"But what if it all goes wrong?" you wiped your eyes, sniffling. "What if we end up hating each other even more than we did before? What if... what if I'm not enough for him?"
Oscar shook his head, a small smile on his face. "You've always been your own worst enemy, you know that?" you almost rolled your eyes at he familiar statement. "Remember when I left for boarding school? You were so upset, convinced that I was leaving you behind forever. You didn't want to say goodbye, afraid it would hurt too much."
The memory flooded back, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "Yeah, I remember," you said softly.
"But do you remember what happened after?" Oscar prompted.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "We ended up talking more than ever. Phone calls, letters, video chatsâŠ"
"Exactly," Oscar said, squeezing your hand. "You were so scared of losing me that you almost pushed me away. But when you finally opened up, our relationship grew stronger than ever."
"That's different, Oscar. This is⊠it's Carlos. It's complicated."
"Is it?" Oscar challenged. "Or are you just making it complicated because you're scared? I've seen the way you two look at each other. It's not just some leftover tension from your rivalry. It's real."
You sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. "But what if-"
"No more 'what ifs'," Oscar interrupted. "You can't live your life afraid of what might happen. You're missing out on what's right in front of you," you were quiet for a moment, considering his words until he spoke again, "I know youâve held back a lot in your lifeâfor me, for our familyâbut I donât want you holding back when it comes to Carlos.â
You blinked, slightly caught off guard. âWhat do you mean?â
Oscar hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. âI mean⊠Iâve seen how much you sacrifice for the people you love. Youâve put so much of your own life on hold to support me, and Iâll always be grateful for that. But when it comes to Carlosâthis thing between youâitâs different. I would never forgive myself if you sacrificed that for my sake.â
Your heart clenched at his words, and you realized how much Oscar understood you, maybe even more than you realized. âOscar, Iâm not holding back for you, Iââ
âI know youâre not doing it consciously," he interrupted gently, "But I can see it. Youâre worried about how our dynamic will change, or maybe how Iâll react. But, YN, I want you to be happy. If being with Carlos makes you happy, then I want you to go for it. Donât worry about me. Donât worry about anyone else.â
You sat there, absorbing what Oscar said. His words made you feel a lot of different things all at once. You realized he was right - you had been holding back, not just with Carlos, but in many parts of your life. This scared you, but also made you feel free.
It was time to put yourself first.
"I hate that you're always so wise, you're my little brother, I'm supposed to be the one giving you advice, not the other way around."
"To be fair, I was thrown into the motorsport world at an early age, you experience all kinds of drama there," he shrugged, making both of you laugh, "Now, are you going to talk to him, or do I need to drag you to Austria myself? Or even Madrid?"
You let out a small laugh, the first genuine one in days. "I guess I'll talk to him. But I still don't feel like going to Austria, I need some time to gather my thoughts."
"Fair enough," Oscar nodded, "Just don't take too long, okay? You both deserve to be happy. And Lando is freaking out because you're ruining his dreams again."
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You paced nervously in your apartment, your heart racing as you waited for Carlos to arrive. The soft carpet muffled your footsteps but did nothing to quiet the storm of thoughts in your head. You had rehearsed what you wanted to say a hundred times, but now that the moment was here, all your carefully prepared words seemed to evaporate.
Your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall, then to your phone, checking the time for what felt like the thousandth time. The knock on the door made you jump, your pulse skyrocketing. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "It's just Carlos," you told yourself, but that thought brought both comfort and a new wave of anxiety.
With trembling hands, you smoothed down your shirt and ran a hand through your hair before opening the door. Carlos stood there, looking tired but as handsome as ever. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd been running his hands through itâa nervous habit you'd noticed before.
His eyes lit up when he saw you, a mix of relief and apprehension in his gaze. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions.
"Hi," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You stepped aside to let him in, hyper-aware of his presence as he moved past you.
"Hi," he replied, his voice warm as he entered.
You led him to the living room, settling on the couch. There was a moment of awkward silence, the tension palpable. You both opened your mouths to speak at the same time.
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You both laughed, some of the tension dissipating. The sound of his laughter, even tinged with nervousness, helped to ease some of your anxiety.
"You go first," Carlos said, his eyes soft as he looked at you. His gaze was patient, encouraging, and you drew strength from it.
You took a deep breath, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You forced yourself to meet his eyes, knowing he deserved your full honesty. "Carlos, I'm so sorry for running away in Barcelona. It wasn't fair to you, and I've been kicking myself ever since. I⊠I panicked. Everything was happening so fast, and I just⊠I couldn't handle it."
He nodded, his expression understanding. He reached out to take your hand, his touch sending a shiver through you. "I appreciate that, YN. Truly. But I owe you an apology too. I shouldn't have pushed you or made assumptions about your feelings. I got caught up in the moment and didn't consider how overwhelming it might be for you."
"No, Carlos, you were right," you shook your head, squeezing his hand. "I do run away when things get too real. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to myself either."
You paused, gathering your courage. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Carlos must be able to hear it. "The truth is, I care about you. A lot. More than I've cared about anyone in a long time. And that terrifies me."
Carlos moved closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. The tenderness in his touch almost undid you. "Why does it terrify you, mi amor?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.
You leaned into his touch, feeling tears prick at your eyes. The vulnerability of the moment was almost overwhelming, but you forced yourself to continue. "Because I'm not used to feeling this vulnerable. I've always prided myself on being independent, on not needing anyone. It's been my armor, my way of protecting myself. But with you⊠you see parts of me that I don't show anyone else. You've managed to slip past all my defenses, and it scares me how much I want to let you in completely."
Carlos listened intently, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as you spoke. His warmth, his steady presence, made the walls you had built around yourself seem almost unnecessary.
"It's okay to be scared, hermosa. I understand why you feel like you need to protect yourself. But you donât have to do it alone anymore. Iâm here, and I want to be here for you, with you."
Your heart swelled at his words, and despite the vulnerability, a small part of you felt lighter, freer. "Iâve never let anyone get this close before," you admitted. "But I donât want to keep running, Carlos. I donât want to keep pushing you away."
Carlos smiled softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. "I donât want you to run, either. I want us to be together, whatever comes next. But only if thatâs what you want."
You exhaled shakily, emotions swirling inside you like a storm. "It is what I want," you said, your voice firm but laced with emotion. "I want to be with you. Iâm tired of being scared of something that could be so good."
A look of pure relief crossed Carlos' face, and he pulled you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling his heart beating steadily under your cheek. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he were afraid you might disappear.
"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, answering the unspoken fear that lingered between you both.
Carlos kissed the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that."
You pulled back slightly to look up at him, your hands resting on his chest, "I promise I'll change, I'll be-"
"Mi amor," Carlos interrupted softly, "I don't want to change you. I fell for you exactly as you areâstubborn, brilliant, and fiercely independent. Those are the qualities that drew me to you in the first place."
You couldn't help but smile at that, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Even when I was being a pain in your ass?" you asked, a hint of your usual sass creeping into your voice.
"Especially then," he chuckled, the sound warming you from the inside out. "You know, even when we were at each other's throats, I was always drawn to you. I wanted to know you better, to understand what made you such a firecracker."
"Really?" you asked, surprised.
"Really," he confirmed, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Besides, you were infuriatingly attractive when you were angry. The way your eyes would flash, the flush on your cheeks⊠it took everything in me not to kiss you right then and there sometimes."
You felt a familiar warmth spreading across your cheeks at Carlos' words, but you couldn't help the playful smirk that tugged at your lips. "Oh, so that's why you were always trying to rile me up, huh? And here I thought you were just being an insufferable little bitch."
"Ah, there's the Piastri I know," Carlos threw his head back in laughter. "I was wondering when your sharp tongue would make an appearance."
"You love it," you teased, feeling more like yourself than you had in days.
"I do," he admitted, his eyes twinkling.
Carlos' gaze dropped to your lips. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn't want to. Not anymore.
Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if he was still afraid you might run. But as you responded, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, filled with all the emotions you had both been holding back.
When you finally pulled apart, Carlos rested his forehead against yours. "I meant every word I said," he murmured. "I'm serious about this. I want to make this work."
You took a deep breath, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "I'm serious too, Carlos. It scares me how much I want this, but⊠I want to be with you."
The smile that broke across Carlos' face was radiant. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again.
"You're still my little bitch after all," you couldn't help but laugh as you parted.
"When are you going to change that to something more romantic, hmm?" Carlos rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "'Mi amor,' perhaps? Or 'cariño'?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that I failed Spanish in high school?" you rolled your eyes back at him. "And I thought you liked it when I called you that. Didn't you say once that it turned you on?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that statement," he said with a grin. "But how about thisâyou can call me your 'little bitch' if you want, but I get to call you my girlfriend. Deal?"
Your heart skipped a beat at the word 'girlfriend.' It should have scared you, but instead, it filled you with warmth.
"Deal," you agreed, pulling him in for another kiss.
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The Hungarian Grand Prix had been a whirlwind of emotions. The entire paddock was still buzzing with excitement over Oscar's maiden Formula 1 victory.
Your little brother had driven the race of his life, leading most of the laps to take the checkered flag. The memory of him standing on the top step of the podium, eyes glistening with tears of joy as the Australian national anthem played, was one you'd cherish forever. The pride you felt was indescribable - your baby brother, the kid you'd watched grow up and chase his dreams, was now a Grand Prix winner.
It had been three blissful weeks since you and Carlos had officially become a couple. After your heartfelt conversation at your apartment, you had both taken the time to navigate this new phase of your relationship, and it had been everything you could have hoped for.
Telling your close friends and family was the easy part. Lando practically squealed with delight, Oscar and Carlos had a nice chat, and of course, Nicole Piastri, a fan of dragging her own kids, reminded everyone that you failed Spanish in high school multiple times, so Carlos had to make sure to constantly translate for you. The rest of the paddock had quickly caught on, and soon, Carlos Sainz and the eldest Piastri were the talk of the town.
But you didn't mind the attention. Being with Carlos felt so natural and right.
Now, as you sat in the airport waiting for your delayed flight to Monaco, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Sure, the hours-long delay was less than ideal, but you were surrounded by the people you cared about most, celebrating Oscar's first win with good old fasioned airport McDonalds.
"I can't believe Oscar got his first win," Lando exclaimed, already halfway through a Big Mac. "That's crazy, mate."
"I know, I still can't believe it," Oscar beamed, "It hasn't really sunk in yet."
You reached over to give your brother's arm an affectionate squeeze. "I'm so proud of you, Osc. You deserve it."
"Thanks, sister. Couldn't have done it without your support all these years."
"Oh, come on," you teased, "I didn't drive that car. That was all you out there."
"Yeah, but you've always been there," Oscar insisted, his voice softening. "Through the karting days, the junior formulas, all of it. It means a lot."
You felt a lump form in your throat, touched by your brother's words. You pulled Oscar into a tight hug, blinking back tears of pride and joy. "You're my little brother, Osc. I'll always be in your corner, no matter what."
Oscar returned the embrace, squeezing you tightly. "I know, YN. And I couldn't ask for a better cheerleader."
When you finally pulled apart, you noticed the others watching with fond smiles.
Across the lounge, Carlos was engaged in an animated conversation with Lando, their voices a low hum in the background. You couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the graceful movement of his hands as he gesticulated. Even in casual clothes, hair slightly mussed from the long day, he took your breath away.
As if sensing your gaze, Carlos looked up, his eyes meeting yours. The soft smile that spread across his face sent a flutter through your chest. You patted the empty spot next to you on the couch, a silent invitation. He nodded, excusing himself from his conversation with Lando, which couldn't help but tease about the two of you being codependent now.
"Missing me already, mi amor?" Carlos teased as he approached.
You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't keep the smile off your face. "Don't flatter yourself, Sainz. I just didn't want you to strain your neck looking over here every five seconds."
Carlos chuckled as he sat down next to you, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "Ah, but how can I resist when the view is so beautiful?"
You snuggled into his side, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. "Smooth talker," you murmured, but there was no bite to your words.
"Only for you, hermosa," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, watching as the sun began to set through the large windows. The quiet was occasionally punctuated by laughter from where Oscar, Alex, and Lando were playing some sort of card game.
"How are you feeling?" you asked Carlos softly, noticing the slight droop to his shoulders.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Tired," he admitted. "It's been a long few weeks. But happy," he added, squeezing you gently. "Very happy."
You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm glad. You drove amazingly this weekend, you know."
"Thank you," Carlos leaned into your touch, his eyes softening. "It means a lot coming from you."
Carlos let out a contented sigh, his hand coming up to cover yours where it rested on his cheek. "I can't wait for the summer break, you know?" he murmured. "Just you and me, in Mallorca. No distractions, no obligations..." he turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm, his gaze holding yours. "I've been looking forward to it for weeks. Getting you all to myself, finally."
"That sounds perfect," you sighed happily. "Though I hope your plans also include plenty of time for just lounging around and doing absolutely nothing."
"Of course, whatever you want, hermosa."
"Whatever I want, huh?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye. "That's a dangerous offer, Sainz."
"I think I can handle whatever you throw at me, Piastri," he grinned, leaning in closer.
You were about to reply when a french fry hit you squarely on the forehead. You turned to see Oscar looking at you with mock disgust.
"Seriously, you two? We're right here," he groaned.
"Oh, like you and Lily aren't just as bad," you retorted, throwing the fry back at him.
Oscar caught it mid-air, popping it into his mouth with a grin. "At least we have the decency to be gross in private."
"I don't think I'll ever get used to see you all lovey-dovey," Lando chimed in.
"Shut up, Lando," you rolled your eyes, "I seem to recall you being the one who was pushing for this whole thing in the first place."
"Yeah, well," Lando shrugged, "I'm starting to think I preferred it when Carlos thought you were insufferable and you called him a 'little bitch'."
You couldn't help but laugh at that, glancing over at Carlos and pecking his cheek. "Oh, I still do."
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ynpiastri my little brother, the grand prix winner đ„ș
oscar, watching you stand on that top step today brought tears to my eyes. i still remember the day you left for boarding school to chase your racing dreams. i felt like i was losing my little brother, and a piece of my heart went with you.
but seeing you now, living your dream and achieving what so many thought impossible, all i can feel is an overwhelming sense of pride. you've grown into an incredible man and driver, but you'll always be that kid who used to steal my snacks and beg me to play race cars with him.
your journey hasn't been easy, through every challenge, every setback, you kept pushing. and now, here you are, a grand prix winner, battling with the best (and occasionally a spaniard little bitch đ©)
you've grown so much, but some things never change. like how we're celebrating this monumental victory - stuck in an airport, chowing down on mcdonald's.
i love you so much, little bro â€ïž
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oscarpiastri Sis, you've got me tearing up in the middle of this crowded airport. Your support has been the backbone of my journey, and I couldn't have done this without you. You've worn so many hats - cheerleader, mentor, occasional bodyguard (those Twitter wars were something else đ but look at you and Carlos now). But most importantly, you've been my rock. When Mum and Dad couldn't be there because of work, you stepped up. You've been my third parent in every way that counts. So yeah, we might be stuck in an airport eating McDonald's right now, but I wouldn't want to share this moment with anyone else. You're the best sister and 'bonus parent' a guy could ask for.
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The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in oranges, pinks, and purples. The water was gently hitting the side of the yacht, making a calming sound. This peaceful feeling matched the quiet mood around you and Carlos.
You were sprawled out on the deck, lounging on plush cushions as the warm Mallorcan breeze caressed your skin. Carlos lay beside you, propped up on one elbow, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
"You're staring," you murmured, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
Carlos didn't even try to deny it. "How can I not?" he replied, his voice low and husky. "You're breathtaking, mi amor."
You felt a blush creep up your neck, still not entirely used to the way Carlos could make you feel with just a few words. "Flatterer," you teased, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.
He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. When he opened them again, the look he gave you was filled with such warmth and adoration that it made your heart skip a beat.
"It's not flattery if it's true," Carlos insisted, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
You couldn't help the small gasp that escaped you as his lips trailed up your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Carlos," you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver through you. "Yes, hermosa?"
"Kiss me," you demanded softly, tugging him closer.
Carlos was more than happy to oblige, capturing your lips in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. You lost yourself in the sensation, in the taste of him, in the feeling of his body pressed against yours.
When you finally broke apart, Carlos rested his forehead against yours. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his accent thicker than usual.
"Good. That's the plan," you grinned
Carlos groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You'll be the death of me, Piastri."
"But what a way to go," you quipped, running your hands down his back.
He chuckled against your skin, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through you. "Indeed."
As Carlos lifted his head to look at you again, something caught your eye over his shoulder. Squinting slightly, you realized what it was and couldn't help but let out a small sigh.
"What is it?" Carlos asked, noticing the change in your expression.
"Don't look now, but we've got company," you said, nodding slightly towards the distance. "Paparazzi, about a hundred meters out."
Carlos groaned, dropping his head back to your shoulder. "Can't we have one moment of peace?"
You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair. "Hey, it's okay. We knew this was part of the deal."
"I know. I just⊠I want to keep you all to myself sometimes."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through you. "Well," you said, a mischievous glint in your eye, "if they're going to intrude on our privacy anyway, we might as well give them something to see."
Before Carlos could react, you pulled him down for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, and decidedly more public-friendly than your previous ones. When you pulled back, Carlos looked slightly dazed.
"Dios mio, your family is going to see those," he shook his head, "What will Nicole Piastri think of me? Oscar will run me off the track, too."
You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Oh, please. My mum adores you, and you know it. As for Oscar, well⊠he'll just have to get used to it," you shrugged, "He was the one who encouraged this to happen anyway."
Carlos only shook his head with a smile, pulling you in for another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his skin against yours.
When you finally broke apart, Carlos's eyes were soft, "Te quiero," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with emotion.
You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "I failed Spanish, remember?" you teased gently, your heart racing in your chest.
Carlos's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back. "I think you know what that means," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours.
"I love you too, you little bitch."
Carlos let out a dramatic groan, but the affection in his expression was unmistakable. "I should have known the sappiness wouldn't last."
"Hey, you signed up for this," you teased, poking him playfully in the chest. "Might as well accept it."
Pulling you close, Carlos pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "Gladly, mi amor. Gladly."
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username1 AHHHH
username2 THIS HARD LAUCH
alexandrasaintmleux love to see you happy my girl đ„°
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username3 THIS is enemies to lovers
username4 i still canât believe theyâre together đ THEY HATED EACH OTHER
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âł username1 THE ENTIRE GRID JUST KNEW
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âł pierregasly Or you and Carlos were too obvious
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oscarpiastri Yup, this is weird
âł username1 OSCARRRR
oscarpiastri However, Iâm really happy for you sister â€ïž
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People acting like slavery was good at literally any point in history kinda drive me crazy. There's been many different types of slavery and indentured servitude all throughout human history all with a lot of difference and nuance to all of them and all of them have been bad. Like it's fundamentally wrong to take a person's personal ownership of their own body and life away from them and/or to make them work for no compensation against their will.
Slavery has been a bit different in every society that has practiced it and it is always a different kind of bad with that core immorality of stealing a person's personal autonomy from them at the center of it. People throughout history have always preferred owning themselves to being owned by others. There's no ethical way to own another human being.
Like people talk about slavery in ancient times like more modern examples of slavery should've been more like that. No, they shouldn't have. Because they shouldn't have been practicing slavery at all. Perhaps a third of the Roman Empire's population was enslaved. It was incredibly normalized. Did that make it right? No. That was a third of the population that could legally be killed or sold or raped by their enslavers at any time for no reason. That had no ownership of themselves or their labor.
And to be clear, slavery still exists and it's still bad. The excuse now is just that it's only being done to prisoners. Like all the forms of slavery before it, this justification does not make it right. People being punished for their crimes, whether you think prison time is a justifiable punishment or not, are still people. They need to be given control over what work they apply to do and be paid for their work. This is basic stuff and yet. Forced unpaid labor is still happening. It's all bad. It's all nuanced and and complicated and different and changes with culture and time and it's bad.
Like as someone who loves studying history I hate watching other people who study history try to justify these things. Face your actual history. There's a lot of bad in it. We can't change the past but we sure as hell can stop ignoring it.
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Taste - Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader
Summary: Sheâll just have to taste you when heâs kissing her. When Max and Kelly break up, the pair of you start something sweet. But, it only lasts a short while when your conflicting schedules drive him back into her arms.Â
Warnings: Kelly Piquet slander.Â
Requested: No, Iâm just obsessed with making up fantasies whilst I drive home from work with my music on
Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter (yes, I know sheâs used a lot but I stole her song and her occupation so why not steal her face)Â
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f1wags max verstappen and kelly piquet both confirmed they have seperated, posting a short statement on their instagram stories. the news comes after months of speculation after explosive arguments were caught on camera
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user1 omg did anyone see that red bull admin liked this and then unliked it
user2 thank god! iâve been waiting for this day for ever
user3 can we see him date someone his own age now that didnât go after him when he was a teen?Â
user4 finally! turns out manifesting worksÂ
user5 he always looked so upset after they argued. hopefully he finds someone good for him
user6 hear me out, but how hot would he look with yn ln
â user7 like theyâd ever cross paths. heâs an athlete and sheâs a pop starÂ
â user6 yes but my point is that they would look hot togetherÂ
â user8 he did have one of her songs playing in the background of a stream once?
user9 i love how sheâs really laying it on thick in hers and heâs just like âyeah, itâs overâÂ
â user10 we love an unbothered king
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mclaren we have a special guest in the garage this weekend. thank you @/yn_ln for joining us
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yn_ln thank you so much for having me! i had an amazing weekend but i donât think iâll be in a rush to do hot laps again
â landonorris donât be like that. i know you had fun!Â
â yn_ln idk who trusted you with a licence but they should be fired
â landonorris idk why they call you short and sweet :(Â
user1 she looks soooo good wtf liked by maxverstappen1
oscarpiastri it was really fun having you in the garage. thank you for making lando seem tall. now heâll be in a good mood for the rest of the weekend
â yn_ln f1 girlies, can you tell me if heâs dating the curly haired one?
â oscarpiastri well played. i apologise for bringing your height into this
â user2 yes, yes they are, yn
user3 chat, is this real? my fave singer in my fave teamâs garage! two worlds collidingÂ
charles_leclerc omg please stop by ferrari. my girlfriend, alex, absolutely loves you
â yn_ln come pick me up! (âcause i donât know my way around the paddock) and iâd love to meet her
user4 omg somebody tell max. i hope she gets lost and stumbles into red bull
â user5 my delusions might come true if that happens
â user6 he saw her when charles was walking her over to ferrari
â user4 and?!Â
â user6 nothing. he turned around and went back into the garage
â user7 yeah after he went bright red!Â
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f1wags only two months since his split from model, kelly piquet, max verstappen has been linked to singer, yn ln. the pair have been spotted numerous times on dates and caught in moments of affection
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user8 ynâs clothing brand liked this!Â
â user9 that doesnât mean anything?
â user8 well, considering that is her own brand, and theyâre a part of her image, iâd say it means somethingÂ
user10 anyone else notice that theyâre wearing different outfits in every photo, which means theyâre all from different days/dates
user11 iâm going feral
user12 okay but you canât even deny that this is them because it very clearly isÂ
user13 people said i was crazy when i talked about these two being together!Â
user14 theyâre so hot together. i might actually combustÂ
user15 iâm (s)creaming
user16 the hand holding đ„č theyâre not just fucking
user17 my new otpÂ
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â user1 aha this is such a dry response lmaoÂ
user2 wtf? i thought he was with yn
â user3 that was just a rumourÂ
user4 he looks much better with ynÂ
â user5 yeah but she canât give him the stable relationship he needs so no wonder he went back to kelly. sheâs always there lmaoÂ
â user6 yeah because she never lets that man go. sheâs possessive and itâs not healthy
user7 max is so cute with pÂ
user8 my favourite thing about this post is that all of these pics are old because max is currently in a press conference with his long hair, not these short strands
user9 how could he leave yn like this? they were so cute togetherÂ
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yn_ln in honour of my tour starting, please enjoy my new single taste! đ
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user1 omg a new album, a new tour and an additional song?
alexandrasaintmleux got this on repeatÂ
â charles_leclerc this is true. itâs all weâve had in the car
â alexandrasaintmleux donât act like you donât know all the wordsÂ
user2 this was 100% written because of the max situation
jennaortega but how hot do we lookÂ
user3 not kelly liking this!Â
â user4 i like to think the middle picture is aimed at her for stealing ynâs man
redbullracing blue is definitely your colour
â mclaren she looks better in orangeÂ
â scuderiaferrari we think she should try red nextÂ
â yn_ln iâll wear whatever colour invites me to watch rich men drive around in circles next
â alpinef1team pink it is!Â
landonorris i liked the parts where you died
oscarpiastri oh so youâre allowed to make height comments but i wasnât?
â yn_ln please refer to the middle picture
user5 chat, i canât stop thinking about âhe pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongueâÂ
â user6 max verstappen, i was not familiarÂ
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yn_ln i heard thereâs some sort of race on so i thought i would show some support. letâs play spot the team
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user7 omg did you see that charles and alex were there!Â
â user8 and pierre and kika
â user9 well, we know who got charles in the divorceÂ
user10 we all know who red bull wants in maxâs garage đ
â user11 the fact that they liked a gossip post of him dumping kelly and are now all over ynâs instaÂ
user12 okay but the placement of the bulls has me weak in the knees
user13 whoâs your favourite driver?Â
â yn_ln daniel ricciardo
â danielricciardo showing this to everyone i know
â user14 does that include max? liked by danielricciardoÂ
user15 we love a petty queen because you canât tell me the writing isnât aimed at kelly and maxÂ
â user16 and the bull instead of the kiss
mclaren weâre hurt. truly hurt that you didnât post a pic with our logoÂ
â yn_ln you have a whole insta post dedicated to you!Â
alexandrasaintmleux the hottest concert iâve ever been to
â charles_leclerc still canât believe she arrested you when i was right there
landonorris does this mean you can come to the race? like youâre practically already there??
â oscarpiastri i second this
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A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.
Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?
Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you!!. The way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he places a gentle kiss on your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.
And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher and higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he stares at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up so your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.
"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back when he feels you coating his cock with your cream and dripping all over him.
"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(
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Sickeningly Sweet [Scott Miller x Reader - Twisters]
summary: You are Tyler Owens' childhood best friend and member of his storm chasing crew. A storm outbreak means you and the gang cross paths with Storm Par on more than one occasion, and your sweet southern charm drives Scott crazy (in more than one way).
content warnings: somewhat heated kissing, no use of y/n, light name-calling/teasing, not proofread/bad writing (I have not written a fanfic in forever), bad taste in candy, & i think that is all!
word count: 3.5k
a/n: I have not written or posted on tumblr in SO long but I saw Twisters for the glenn powell craze and left with a scott/david corenswet obsession and these thoughts must come out of my head.
Shoutout to @hederasgarden and @sailor-aviator for leading the charge for the Scott girlies. All of their writings and drabbles inspired me to write this one, so check them out!
If people like this I might do a smutty part 2! I don't mind writing smut I just feel like it's not very good hahaha but let me know what you think!
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You heavily resented the idea that guys and girls could not just be friends, because you'd be damned if Tyler Owens wasn't the best friend you ever had.
You met on the playground in Kindergarten. A boy pushed you off a swing, Tyler defended your honor, and the rest was history.
Tyler's overprotective streak made you view him like the brother you never had, and that's how your relationship remained. He was family, and that was that.
Tyler had always been interested in tornadoes, more specifically, how to track and predict them. You, on the other hand, hated science, including weather, but you loved the thrill of the chase.
In college, you studied marketing while Tyler studied meteorology. So, when Tyler had the idea to start streaming his storm chases, you were right there with him to help grow his brand.
Tyler knows he would be stupid not to credit you with all his success. You set up his streaming account, you edited all the clips and drone footage to post to his social media after the fact, and you even gave him the idea for the "Tornado Wrangler" nickname.
Now that everything was off the ground, you mostly put together streaming highlights and designed the merch, but you were right there in the backseat for every single chase, soaking up all the thrills.
This particular storm outbreak was expected to be a big one, so the whole crew strapped in for a week of bad weather, cheap motel rooms, and of course, a few run-ins with other chasers, including the guys from Storm Par.
"Storm Par's here." You said, gesturing to the fleet of white vans parked at the gas station you had just pulled up to.
"Of course they are." Tyler sighed. "There's probably going to be a lot of damage done by these storms for them to swoop in on. Just ignore them."
"No, we should be polite." You chastised him. "I'm gonna go say hi. Will you get me a cherry coke please?"
Tyler fought back an eye-roll, but nodded with a smile as you both got out of the car. "Of course."
Like everyone else in the crew, the Storm Par guys got on your last nerve. They were all a bunch of Ivy League grads who thought a more expensive degree made them better than everyone else.
However, being raised by your Mama, the epitome of Southern grace and charm, you always put a smile on your face and treated them with kindness. You even occasionally brought them food or coffee if you ran into them in the aftermath of a storm.
And even though you were blissfully unaware of the fact, this drove Scott absolutely mad.
"Hi Scott, Javi." You said cheerfully to the two boys in charge.
Scott replied with a grunt, but Javi was quick to greet you with genuine enthusiasm. "Hey! How are you?"
"I'm doing well." You nodded, smoothing your hands over your athleisure skirt. "Excited for a good chase today. How about you guys?"
"Us too." Javi nodded. "We're hoping to finally get some solid data collection today."
"Ah." You nodded, unsure what to say. You hated the idea of what they were collecting data for, but Javi seemed like a nice enough guy, and Tyler ripped on them enough for the both of you.
"Something on your mind there, princess?" Scott finally spoke, glancing away from his tablet to look down on you (literally and figuratively).
You rolled your eyes. While you would normally love to be called a princess, it always sounded like an insult coming from Scott, his voice always laced with a touch of venom.
"No, nothing at all." You smiled. "Just wondering if we'll see you guys in the aftermath if there's any damage done?"
"Why? Are you looking to increase your t-shirt sales?"
You bit your tongue, doing your best to hold your composure and not let him get to you.
"Nope, just trying to figure out if we need to make some extra to-go boxes for you guys." You decided to focus your gaze on Javi instead, finding him less intimidating.
Javi opened his mouth to speak, but Scott beat him to the punch. "I think we can find food on our own, thanks."
You took a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. "Okay, well, the offer always stands if you change your mind."
Javi smiled and nodded. "As much as I want to see a good storm today, let's hope we don't have a ton of damage clean up."
You smiled. You knew he had a heart.
"That's something we both can agree on." You grinned. "Stay safe out there you guys!"
With that, you turned and walked away. Scott watched you go, your hair and skirt blowing side to side in the wind.
"Stay safe out there you guys." Scott mocked you under his breath.
"Yo, you don't always have to be a jerk to her, you know."
Scott gave him an unamused look. "She comes out here with her little boyfriend, selling his t-shirts and shit, and then skips over here like we're the best of friends with her thick southern accent. It's all fake."
"For one, I don't think Owens is her boyfriend." Javi corrected. "And two, I think she's just a genuinely nice person. She always says hello, even when everyone else in their crew ignores us like the plague."
"Whatever." Scott mumbled.
As you reached the truck, you took the ice-cold Coca-Cola bottle from Tyler's outstretched hand.
"Thank you!" You said excitedly, twisting the cap off to take a sip.
"How are dumb and dumber?" Tyler teased.
"Javi was nice." You informed him. "Scott was... there."
"Ah, yes." Tyler laughed. "Word on the street is he's a man of many words."
"Right." You agreed sarcastically. "But, when he does speak to me, he always calls me princess, and it drives me crazy."
"In what way?" Tyler said, failing to hold back a smirk.
It took you a moment to realize what he was implying, but when you did, you were mortified,
"Tyler Owens!" You gasped, your face flushing red with embarrassment.
""I'm just teasing you! You make it too easy." He laughed loudly. "In my defense, he looks like exactly like every boyfriend you've ever had."
Your face got even warmer, because he was exactly right. You had a weakness for tall, muscular, dark-haired men, and you especially loved a man who was a challenge.
"That is...irrelevant." You said, covering your face in your hands out of pure embarrassment.
Tyler held his hands up in surrender, as you rushed to talk about anything but Scott. "Let's just figure out what storm we're going after, you jerk." You insulted Tyler, but the smile on your face was ear to ear.
Scott watched the interaction from afar, and his chest twisted at your sickeningly sweet smile. Even if you weren't Owens' girlfriend, your closeness was evident. He ignored the burning feeling that was rising within him, not wanting to question why it was there in the first place.
Tornadoes were scary, but trying to understand how he felt about you? Terrifying.
"Alright, boss man, which storm are we chasing?" Javi pulled him out of his thoughts with a hand clapped on his shoulder, and he finally pulled his gaze away from your smile, the sound of your laughter fading into the background.
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The storm was bad.
It hit a small town of about 3,000 people, and you estimated based on the initial damage scene that it was an EF3 at best, maybe even an EF4.
You were currently handing out anything that might be helpful to families who had been impacted by the tornado - blankets, water, heat lamps. pre-made sandwiches and cookies. You tried to offer them any comfort you could with a smile and hug, but you understood the devastation they felt all too well.
In the early days, you would try to help with the damage cleanup, but Tyler insisted that you stay back at the camper and talk to the families.
At first, you were insulted, and you thought that Tyler was insinuating you weren't strong enough to move heavy tree limbs or pieces of drywall. You finally asked him about it one day, and he laughed.
"Absolutely not!" He insisted. "You just have this energy around you that's calming, and these families need that. Your empathy and kindness are doing much more for them right now than cleaning up a bunch of rubble would."
You had never thought of it like that, but once Tyler pointed it out, it became your mission to be the solace that these families in crisis needed.
"Is there anything else we can do for you, Mrs. Smith?" You asked, rubbing the arms of a middle-aged woman who you had been speaking to for a few minutes now.
"No, thank you." She sniffled. "I really appreciate you guys being here. God bless you."
You smiled, giving her another hug. "Please let us know if there's anything more we can do to help."
She nodded, walking away to join her family, who were staring at the remains of their house.
You pushed back tears, feeling silly that this never got any easier for you, but also focused on being the anchor that these folks needed.
Scott saw you before you saw him. He watched you from afar as you did your work. He watched you force a smile and hold these people as they cried. He also watched you look up to blink back the tears before taking a deep breath and moving on to the next.
And damn if it didn't drive him nuts.
This job is easier when he doesn't get involved with the people impacted. It's easier to pretend not to care. But watching you pour your heart out to strangers, just because it's the right thing to do? It made his heart jump, and that scared him.
Ignoring the people involved and ignoring his feelings for you had become increasingly more difficult with every chase.
"Scott!" You called, approaching him with a styrofoam container in your hand.
He sighed, mentally preparing himself as you literally bounced over to him.
How the hell does someone look this good after taking on a tornado?
"Here." You offered him the container. "It's just a ham and cheese sandwich and a cookie."
"I'm really not hungry." He responded.
"Seriously?" You asked, not buying it. "We've all been chasing since 10 AM and it's nearly 8, you have to be hungry."
Scott shrugged, trying to hold back the things he really wanted to say.
"Fine." You sighed. "We're right over here if you change your mind."
"Yeah, I know princess. It's hard to miss you being the town's savior over there."
Scott watched you visibly retract and he internally screamed as his heart dropped. You probably hated him, but it didn't matter anyway. You were far too sweet for him, so putting a wedge between the two of you seemed to be the smartest way to outrun his feelings.
"Wow." You spoke, your voice much smaller and shakier than usual. "I knew you were sarcastic and maybe even a little mean, but I never thought you were actually cruel. So, thanks, for enlightening me."
And with that, you turned and strutted off. This time, you failed to fight back the tears as you returned to the camper.
And to your horror, Tyler was there, taking a break from clean up for some water.
When Tyler sees you cry, his overprotective streak comes out instantly, and right now you didn't want to be protected, because you were so embarrassed that he finally got to you. You were even more embarrassed that you thought that just maybe, he might be a good person under that scowl and hard facade.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" Tyler rushed up to meet you.
You nodded, trying to stop sniffling. "I'm fine."
Tyler looked behind you to see Scott watching you closely, with a look that almost mimicked longing, and he quickly put two and two together.
"Let me handle this." He insisted.
You shook your head in protest. "No, Tyler, please, he thinks I'm a waste of time anyways, it's not worth it."
"Trust me, he doesn't," Tyler reassured you. "Let me handle this, and if it goes badly, I'll edit all the stream highlights for the next two weeks, okay?"
"Deal." You nodded.
You truly did trust him more than anyone in your life, so you opted to go inside the camper and dry up your tears while he went to speak to Scott. You would let Tyler handle it, but no way were you going to stand there and watch, looking like a puppy who just got kicked.
"Coming to defend your girlfriend's honor?" Scott said sarcastically, trying to mask any emotion he was feeling.
"Dude, seriously." Tyler glared at him. "If you want her attention being a complete and total asshole is not the way you get it."
"Is that what you think? That I want her 'attention'?" He said, framing the last word in air quotes.
"Yeah, I do." Tyler nodded. "I saw the look you gave her as she walked away."
"Okay, so what?" Scott shrugged. "You might be surprised to know I am human and I didn't mean to make her cry."
"Sure." Tyler nodded. "So, what about all the other times I've caught you staring at her, hm?"
Scott stayed silent, stunned speechless.
"Ah, you thought you were better at hiding it, didn't you?" Tyler said with a smug grin. "Every time we end up at the same gas station, restaurant, bar, or motel, your eyes follow her nearly the whole time. And don't even get me started on the holes you burn into my head when I'm talking to her."
"Alright, fine." Scott snapped angrily. "Here to rub it in my face then?"
Tyler sighed in frustration. "No."
"Then what?"
"I'm going to give you a piece of advice."
"Why?" Scott scoffed. "It's no secret that we aren't friends."
"I know her better than anyone else, do you want my help or not?" Tyler asked, his patience nearing its limit.
Scott didn't protest this time.
"Look, no matter what I think about you, you're pretty much exactly her type," Tyler said, much to Scott's surprise. "So if you want her, apologize and tell her how you feel."
"She's not going to feel the same, and she deserves much better than me." Scott retorted. "C'mon Owens, you know what we do. When she comes floating into these broken towns like a heaven-sent angel, I'm collecting data for the devil."
"That doesn't have to be a permanent problem." Tyler pointed out. "Plus, she likes a challenge, and she's definitely brave enough to think she can fix you."
That cracked a smile from both of them, followed by a moment of silence.
"218." Tyler said.
"What?"
"That's the room she's staying in tonight." Tyler said, starting to walk away. "Apologize."
Scott nodded, beginning to formulate a plan on how the hell he was going to get you to forgive him.
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You were snug under your blanket in the motel room watching reruns of Modern Family when the knock came.
You sighed and got up, not bothering to check the peephole as you assumed it was just Tyler coming to talk about the day's events.
So when you opened the door to see Scott standing there, you couldn't be more surprised.
"What are you doing here?" You said quietly, nearly breathless at the sight of him.
It wasn't the first time you had seen him outside of that stupid Storm Par white jumpsuit, but it was the first time you had seen him in gray sweatpants and a tight black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his muscles in a way that you could only describe as sinful.
He towered over you, leaning against the frame of the doorway, and you nearly shuddered when you looked up to meet the intense gaze in his eyes.
"I brought you something. As an apology for being an ass earlier today."
"Oh, and what did you bring for all the other times?" You spat back, no longer in the mood to play nice with him.
"I deserve that." He sighed. "Can I come in?"
"Depends." You responded, and he raised an eyebrow. "What did you bring me?"
He handed you a plastic bag, and you opened it to find a Cherry Coke, Sour Patch Kids, and a Honey Bun.
All of your favorites.
"How did you know what I like?" You asked, curious to know if Tyler was behind this.
"You always get some combination of the three at any local gas station." He shrugged.
He remembered because the first time he saw you buy all three he physically rolled his eyes, because, of course, you would buy snacks just as sickeningly sweet as you.
"I didn't know you paid this much attention to me." You said softly.
"Yeah." Scott inhaled a sharp breath. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Can I please come in?"
You opened the door, inviting him in with the gesture. The door shut behind you, and there was a brief moment of silence between you two.
"I'm sorry, for being a jerk today and every other time I'm around you." Scott started, visibly nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. "I wish I had a better explanation for why I've been such an ass."
"Yeah, so let's hear it." You said, hands on your hips. "Because I have been nothing but nice to you, even though I don't like who you work for and what they stand for."
"I know." He nodded. "At first, I thought you were being fake or sarcastic because it was unfathomable to me that you would be nice to us when you have absolutely no reason to be."
You nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"But once I learned more about you, and I realized you were being genuinely nice," Scott took a deep breath, building up all his courage. "It knocked me off my feet."
"What do you mean?" You asked, confused at what he was getting at
"I spend most of my time pretending that I don't care about the people that are devastated by all of this, because it's easier that way. But watching you bear your heart and soul to all of these people, just because you can?" Scott scoffed. "It makes it hard to pretend like I don't care about them, or more importantly, about you."
"You care about me?"
"I do." He nodded. "And I was a jerk to you because I thought it would be easier to make you hate me than it would be to admit that I have feelings for you, when you're far too good for me."
His admission stunned you. You can feel your heart thumping out of your chest as you look into his eyes, which look painstakingly vulnerable.
"I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, but I couldn't outrun these feelings anymore, and I wanted to at least let you know that I'm sorry."
The room fell silent as you processed everything he just told you. Scott was panicking inside, waiting for what felt like years for you to say something, anything.
"Do you know why I was always nice to you?" You asked him. "Because I was hoping that somewhere in there you had a good side. I needed to know that you had a heart before I could admit to myself that I felt drawn to you."
"Do you still? Feel drawn to me?"
You nodded. Stepping closer to him so that you were nearly face to face.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please." You nodded desperately, your words barely above a whisper.
His lips were on yours in a flash, and the pure intensity of the kiss nearly knocked you off your feet. It was heated and rough, but somehow gentle and passionate at the same time. His thumb grazed your cheek as he pulled you closer, and every spot his fingers touched made your skin feel like it was on fire. You couldn't get enough of him.
Once he knew you were comfortable, he took the liberty of exploring you more. His tongue slipped into your mouth gently and his teeth caught your bottom lip, causing a small whimper to come from the back of your throat.
Scott groaned at the sound, letting his mind imagine (not for the first time) all of the sounds he could pull from you.
When the two of you finally pulled away for air, he kept you close, his hands ghosting under your chin around your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would," Scott said with a smirk.
"Shut up and kiss me again."
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hi babe iâm here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but heâs still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex đ« đ«
play pretend.
ln x fem!reader
in which itâs time to stop pretendingâŠ
just a little blurb to sayâŠ. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot đđ lemme know what yâall think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (itâs exam szn ew)
songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls
warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (donât be sillyâŠ)
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cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.
heâs still here.
you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes itâs because of work, sometimes itâs because youâd promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how youâre such good friends.
but heâs there. and heâs looking at you.
âhi.â he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.
âhey.â you mumble, leaning in closer to him.
he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. heâs a human heater, and youâre cold, thatâs the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.
âyouâre still here.â you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you donât actually want him to hear you.
âcouldnât leave you.â he mutters quietly.
you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.
âwhy?â
âi hate leaving after.â
the âafterâ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. heâs eyeing up your lips and youâre returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.
this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, heâs gone.
âfor the record, i hate it when you go.â you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. youâre anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.
âmaybe i should stop going then, hm?â two of landoâs fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.
âyeah.â you breathe.
itâs like heâs tugged an invisible string, and youâre melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, itâs rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.
âwant you. now.â you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.
âi always want you, drives me crazy.â lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.
lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. youâre both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. youâre slick for him already, can feel the way itâs painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.
âtake me then.â you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.
lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like youâre nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where youâre aching for him.
âcanât keep pretending.â lando whispers against the shell of your ear.
he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.
âthen letâs not pretend anymore.â you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.
âyeah, baby? wanna be all mine?â he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.
âalready am, all yours.â you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.
âgood girl.â lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.
as if heâs rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. youâre soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.
âso close.â you sound like youâre begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.
âgotta say please.â he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.
âplease, lando.â you writhe, canting your hips back against him.
âsound so pretty for me.â he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.
his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.
âcum with me.â you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where youâd be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.
âlet me see those eyes.â he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.
your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. itâs all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.
âgod.â you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.
âi never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning iâd get.â lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.
ânot letting you leave from now on.â you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.
âyou couldnât get rid of me if you tried.â
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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo
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slow down, be here
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: after a long, frustrating day of training, a night in with you is just what lando needs to leave it all in his rearview mirror (2.4k)
warnings: teensy but of swearing, reader is in university but major is unspecified, lando being a certified menace
a/n: i was gonna post this sometime next week but the lando girlies (aka me) need some comfort after today's shitshow. may or may not have been entirely inspired by that video of lando in the white singlet. that look (however fleeting) did things to me okay
Youâre sitting at the kitchen counter when you hear Landoâs key in the door, one leg drawn up towards your chest, the other swinging aimlessly as you revise your notes last minute.Â
Well, more specifically, when you hear him drop his keys on the floor in search of the correct one right before he inserts it into the lock. Youâve loved him and lived with him long enough to know itâs something he does everyday without fail. Whether itâs because heâs got clumsy hands or heâs Pavloved himself into dropping them at the same spot, you donât think too much about it. The key drop signals that Lando is home.Â
What also signals that heâs home is the way he lets out the strangest sound youâve ever heard as he lets the door swing shut behind him after heâs let himself inâsomething between a sigh and a whine mixed with a guttural groan.Â
âIn here!â You call, taking the cap of your pen out from between your teeth. It only takes a few seconds until Lando emerges from the hallway, socked feet dragging himself towards where youâre sitting with a soft smile aimed at his rumpled state. âHi, love.âÂ
He plops down on the stool next to you unceremoniously, hooking his foot under the bar of yours to tug you as close as possible to him on instinct. His chin finds the dip between your neck and shoulder to nestle into, and the deflating sigh he lets out once heâs situated himself to his liking sends a shiver through you. âHi.â He mumbles, voice muffled.Â
âHeard youâve had quite a day.â You stroke a hand over his curls, smoothing them away from his forehead gently. Oscar had shot you a heads up text a little bit before Lando had arrived, saying that Lando might seem a bit put out when he got home. Something about a handful of tests not going the way they wanted, strategies not working out the way they planned. It sounds like enough to drive anyone crazy, but Lando is the type of person to take things especially hard.Â
Lando lets out a vague sound of acknowledgement. You can tell heâs exhausted and frustrated, and you know exactly what he needs to wind down after days like these. âIâll order takeaway for dinner. You go shower. Itâll probably be here by the time you finish up.âÂ
He gives a more content sigh this time, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. The tips of his hair tickle your cheek as he does so. âYouâre a gem, darling.âÂ
âTell me something I donât know.â You tease, pushing him away playfully. Heâs smiling big at you when you meet his gaze, something beyond fondness behind his eyes despite the tiredness as he does. âWhat?âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
âLove you too, stinky. Now go. Wash up before I make an executive decision and order sushi.âÂ
That gets your boyfriend scrambling to his feet fast, aiming a horrified look your way as he books it down the hallway. âYou monster!âÂ
You chuckle quietly, busying yourself with finding Landoâs favorite Italian spot on your delivery app. Soon enough, the food is ordered and all you have to do now is wait. Â
Lando reemerges from the bedroom just as you pull open the front door to grab the food from the delivery person. He figures youâve got it handled by the way youâre chatting nicely with them, so he busies himself with drinks.Â
Thereâs a bottle on top of the fridge that looks vaguely fancy, and though Lando doesnât know much about wine, Charles had gifted him the bottle a while ago for his birthday. He trusts Charlesâ taste.Â
He does his best to sound out the French on the label and shrugs, snagging two wine glasses to go along with it. By the time he finishes pouring a generous amount in each glass, youâve just closed the door, joining him in the kitchen with a massive bag of food. His brows fly into his hairline at the sight.Â
You twist your lips to the side in thought, wrinkling your nose as you study the bulging paper bag. âI mightâve ordered too much.âÂ
âGood thing I always rise to the occasion.âÂ
You glance up at him, setting it down on the counter in favor of sidling over to where he is, not even fighting the smitten grin stretching your lips as you maneuver yourself between him and the marble.Â
His curls are damp, messily towel ruffled and starting to frizz as they air dry. He already looks more at ease, comfier than ever in a pair of loose black sweatpants and a white singlet. You make a mental note to remind him to wear white more. It makes his tan skin glow, and it makes you not want to take your eyes off him.Â
Your fingers skate along the exposed skin of his chest, stopping once to push into those dimples in his cheeks that you love so much before moving up to link around the back of his neck. His hands find their way to your waist at the same time, sliding coyly under the hem of your shirt to rest on your bare skin.Â
In one fell swoop, youâre up on the counter, Lando nudging his way between your knees. He kisses you languidly, like he has all the time in the world to explore your mouth; long, slow kisses mixed in with brief pecks until youâre all but melting against him. Heâs familiar and solid under your touch, all flexing muscle and warm skin as your hands run along his arms.Â
After a while, Landoâs focus shifts to trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. On instinct, you tilt your head to give him more space to work and he takes it gladly, focusing on that one spot just below your ear that he knows for a fact works on you every time.Â
You sigh appreciatively at the pressure of his lips against your skin, the way his teeth nip at that sweet spot but his tongue sneaks out to soothe the sting just as quick.Â
Your fingers dig into his biceps as he continues his venture, but when he starts kissing along your shoulder, you squeeze a little harder. As much as you want to continue this, you remember youâve got food waiting for both of you. He stops immediately, perfect lips pouted, eyes wide when he comes back up to gauge your reaction.Â
âEat first, kiss later.â You explain, peeling him off you (albeit a bit reluctantly) before hopping off the countertop. He whines something unintelligible as you unload the food, but as soon as you push a container of his favorite pasta towards him, he seems to forget his disappointment.Â
The silence as you eat is comfortable, both of you seemingly more hungry than you thought you were as the food and wine begin to disappear. All the while, the space between the two of you grows smaller and smaller, until your elbows start to bump each other with each bite you take.Â
Youâve mastered the art of enjoying each otherâs company without having to say a word.Â
âWere you revising earlier? When I came home?â He asks after a while, jabbing his fork in the direction of your notes. A few strands of pasta splatter onto the counter with the action and you tsk, nudging him with your foot. The last thing you want is sauce all over your papers.Â
âYeah, I was. Just some final practicing, see if anything needs tweaking before I have to present my thesis.âÂ
âIâm sure itâs perfect. Youâve been working on it for ages.âÂ
You spear a chunk of tomato with your fork, dragging it around in the sauce aimlessly. âI dunno. Everything is there, but it still feels like somethingâs missing.âÂ
âPresent it to me.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âPretend Iâm the university board, or whatever, and present it to me. Maybe youâll figure out whatâs missing if you act like itâs the real thing.âÂ
âReally? Youâd do that for me?âÂ
Lando scoffs, looking offended. âBaby, Iâd do anything for you. Go on, do your little scholar thing for me. Iâll be the best fake board youâve ever seen.â You gnaw on your lip, unsure. The idea seems silly, but itâll probably work. âCâmon, bub. Youâve got a genius brain up there in that pretty head of yours, let me see it in action.âÂ
âOkay. Okay, fine, but you canât be mean! You have to be nice, âcause Iâm already freaking the fuck out about having to present next week and I donât think I can deal withââÂ
âFirst of all, Iâm never mean to you. Second of all, get the fuck up there before I take my offer back.âÂ
You stick your tongue out at Lando whilst you grab your papers at the other end of the counter, feigning swatting him with them as he bounces his way over to the couch. He settles in right smack dab on the middle cushion, grabbing a pillow to hug while you do a quick once over of everything. Then youâre ready.Â
You stumble through your introduction a little bit, but the words start flowing a few sentences into the body of your researchâdays, weeks, months of work having burned them straight into your brain. The longer you talk, the more comfortable you become, which gives you the confidence to set aside your notes for once. Part of you feels like youâre about to clam up and forget everything any second now, but you donât. You forge on like you were born to.Â
All that comes to a halt when you hasten a glance over at Lando, whoâs staring at you without a thought behind those gorgeous eyes of his, smiling goofily at you.Â
âLando!â You whine, pouting. âHave you even heard a word Iâve said?âÂ
Lando blinks a few times like heâs coming back down to Earth, letting a sheepish grin creep its way across his face. âNot really.âÂ
âSeriously?âÂ
âIâm sorry! You just look really pretty when you talk about things youâre passionate about. Itâs hard to focus on words when I look at you.âÂ
Well, you canât exactly be mad at him when heâs sweet like that. Besides, you didnât think heâd understand half of what you were saying anyways, and youâve found the answer to your problems. Nothing was missing. Lando was right, youâre fully prepared for your thesis presentation. You just needed to get your nerves out of the way.Â
âWorst fake board ever.â You huff.Â
âBut I just said you look pretty!âÂ
You prop a hand on your hip. âFlattery will get you nowhere, Norris.âÂ
âOh yeah? Nowhere, really?â He rises from his seat, creeping towards you with that glint in his eyes you know far too well. You know what heâs about to do, and youâre about ready to make a run for it.Â
He bridges the gap between the two of you faster than you think possible, catching you around the waist right before you can make your great escape down the hallway, hoisting you off your feet with ease despite your wriggling around like a fish out of water, and hauling you over to the couch. He tosses you over the back of it just as easily, following suit before you can scramble away.Â
Realistically, you should've anticipated the whip fast reflexes of a professional racing driver. Having a faster reaction time than the average person is part of the job description.Â
âLando, no!!!â You squeal, already breaking into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.Â
âMaybe flattery wonât get me anywhere, but I know what might!â He pins you down against the cushions with your knees clamped between his own as he digs his fingers into your sides viciously, ignoring your pleas in favor of grinning wickedly.Â
âI give up! I give up, pleaseââ You gasp, squirming under his relentless torture. One of his hands comes up to pin both your wrists down easily, probably so you don't punch him in the face trying to escape. (Youâve done it once before, purely by accident, but Landoâs never let you forget it.)Â
âSay that you love me.âÂ
âYou already know I do!âÂ
âWanna hear you say it.â He insists, jabbing you in the side threateningly.Â
You shake your head frantically. Youâre near tears at this point, stomach hurting from laughing so much. Thereâs no point in dragging it out any longer, especially when sweet, sweet freedom is as easy as telling the love of your life that you love him. âI love you!âÂ
âWhat was that?â He tilts his head, brows raising expectantly.Â
âI love you, Lando Norris.â You repeat, as steady as you can despite your breathlessness. That seems to satisfy him.Â
He gives it up entirely, wedging himself between you and the back of the couch, making himself comfortable as you try to catch your breath. You roll over onto your side so youâre facing him, allowing him more space to nuzzle against you. âYouâre a dickhead.âÂ
âIâm your dickhead, and you love me.â He replies smugly, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His arms worm their way underneath you and link up behind your back, legs tangling with yours. At this point, youâre not sure where you end and he begins, which is just the way Lando always likes it.Â
âAgainst my better nature, I do.â You sigh, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. He hums sleepily, exhaling in deep comfort. âIâm sorry you had a rough go of it today.â
âSâfine. Nothing youâve got to be sorry about. Youâve already made it better.â He mumbles. He already sounds like he's about to drift off.
âDâyou want to talk about it?âÂ
Lando lifts his head to look up at you, blinking slowly. He offers you a small smile. âNot really. Just wanna lay here with you and forget about it all.âÂ
âOkay.â You say softly.Â
You might not be able to help him with everything in life, but this, you can do. You thread one hand through his hair, smoothing through his curls in that one way you know he loves. Your other hand comes up around his back, fingers scratching a gentle path up and down his spine.Â
If Lando was a cat, heâd be purring right now.Â
Instead he opts for an appreciative groan, pushing his nose back into the warm nook heâd created. His lips press against your skinâonce, twice, a third time for good measure. âThank you.âÂ
Whether heâs thanking you for scratching his back or for just being here for him on the days he feels like heâs not at his best, youâre not sure, but either way you give him a tight squeeze and another kiss in lieu of a response.Â
Youâll do anything if it means making sure he knows youâve always got him.Â
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Kiss & Makeup
The reader and Nicholas get into a petty argument they decide to squash one way or another.
Nicholas Chavez x Fem! Reader!
Smut Warning, Praise Kink!
You silently held your breath ,seething with rage. You knew Nicholas could tell you were pissed off. The silence that consumed the black suburban truck on the ride to you guys shared house was obvious enough.
âAre you gonna talk or just continue with the silent treatment ?â, he asks following you into the house.
âDepends. You gonna pretend like you werenât eye fucking the waitress back there?â, you say, not looking at him and placing your bag onto the counter top of your kitchen .
âOh my god. Here we go with the jealousy.â , He rolls his eyes. âSo Iâm jealous because you like to eye fuck waitresses while Iâm sitting right across from you?â,You let out a loud cackle. Stunned at the audacity he had.
âY/n. She was taking our order. All she did was bring out our food. Youâre always acting crazyâ,He groans. âNow youâre saying Iâm a crazy bitch. Got youâ,You nod before giving a tight lipped smile and grabbing a bottle of wine from your liquor cabinet. The only thing that might make you calm down was a glass of red. He lets out a scoff
âI am so sick of this petty bullshit Y/n.â,He yells over at you. âAnd you donât think Iâm sick of your bullshit. You think cause youâre sooooâ fine you can do whatever the fuck you wantâ,you yell back before chugging the wine.
âI never said I can do whatever I wanted. You really think that just because girls flirt with me that it means Iâm gonna go be with them?â, he runs his hands through his hair, obviously stressed by the conversation.
You make your way over to him, âAnd I never said that. Donât put words in my mouth.â, you step into his space. You see him go to open his mouth with a smile on his face before he closes it. âDonâtâ,you warn him.
âAll that jealousy shit is just rooted in the idea that you donât think anyone can love you.â,he fires back. You eye him, letting your mouth drop open.
âYou know what Nicholas. Fuck youâ, the bitter words drip off your tongue . âNo, Y/n. Fuck you.â,he shouts. It only takes a second for you to realize how attractive he looks. You forgot he was sexy when heâs mad.
The air thickens as the tension between you two surrounds you. Within an instant he smashes his lips against yours, your hands making their way through his hair as his make their way down your body.
You feel his hands at the brim of your thighs and a loud rip at the bottom of your dress. You pull away from his kiss before raising an eyebrow.
He leans into you, his lips brushing softly against your ear and cheek.âDonât worry pretty girl, Iâll buy you a new oneâ,He says before making a trail of soft kisses down your neck while ripping up the dress again.
He softly rubs his fingers against your pussy lips before entering two into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. He quickens the pace, watching you become a mess all at his hands.
He picks you up, and lays you on the granite kitchen island before starting the process all over again. âMannn nobody eating on here for weeksâ, you think to yourself, internally chuckling.
This time he attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking whilst putting two fingers into you like before. It drives you crazy and causes you to scream out in pleasure. âFuck! Yes oh Yes!â,you yell out as your orgasm comes to a crashing high.
âYou okay baby?â,he laughs at the state your in. âUn huh. Iâm greatâ,you breathe heavily. âOkay goodâ,He smiles a mischievous look spreading across his face.
He lines himself up at your entrance, flashing you a look to make sure youâre ok with this.
You nod, giving him an âIâm sureâ look.
He traces his tip up and down the opening your pussy.
âPlease stop teasing meâ,You plead, impatiently wanting him. âYouâre so pretty when you begâ, he smiles looking down at you. âLet me hear it one more time gorgeous and Iâll consider it.â,he flashes those perfect teeth of his down at you.
He enters you slowly at first before picking up the pace,causing you to let out multiple moans as he lets out a few groans.
You arch your back as the pulsing sensation overtakes your body, your pussy clenching at the rough yet amazing feeling. The feeling seemed to be over taking your body as every inch went further and further inside you.
âThis is what you wanted right baby?â,he says sensing youâre getting closer and closer. âYes Baby.â,you struggle to voice. âItâs okay gorgeous you can let it outâ,he smiles down, watching the sight of you.
âYou look so pretty when you take itâ, He places a kiss upon your lips and thatâs all it takes to send your orgasmto screaming high.
His does the same as the two of you pant and attempt to catch your breath.
âWhewâ, you sit up, hugging him tightly. âBet you the waitress wishes she was me just now because damnâ,You laugh aloud.
âWould you hush and kiss me woman.â, Nicholas smiles at you before you lean up to kiss him.
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BABY TRAPPED â dark!rafe x fem reader
summary: rafe purposely gets you pregnant against your own will after you choose the pogues instead of him.
warnings: 18+ !!, DUBCON, forced pregnancy, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, dark!rafe, arguing, fighting, choking, SMUT, fingering, slapping, unprotected sex (p in v) forced sex, jealous!rafe, kinda stalker!rafe, kidnapping(?), creampie, teen pregnancy. (lmk if anymore!)
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you had been at john bâs chateau for most of the day hanging out with your friends, but youâd promised your parents youâd be home before midnight. looking at the time on your phone, you noticed it was 11:13 pm.
youâd been drinking a little bit, and so had your friends, so driving home wasnât an option. âguys, iâm gonna need to leave soonâ you say over the mild volume of music playing.
âwhy?â kiara asks. âmy parents told me i had to be home before 12. theyâre kinda worried about me because of the whole.. you know.. rafe thingâ you reply.
over the past few weeks youâd been going through a rough breakup with rafe. you couldnât handle him anymore. his anger, his jealousy, his everything. he was no good for you anymore, and with the whole rafe vs pogues situation, you had to pick a side. your boyfriend or your best friends.
you had to pick your friends. there was no other choice, no other way out. rafe had tormented your friends for months. he pulled his gun on them, he beat them up, he attempted to kill kiara and his own sister sarah. and he almost killed you.
youâd lost track of how many fights you had with him, how many times he hit you and you hit him back. the screaming wars youâd have always ended up with him choking you or slapping you, and ward having to physically pull him away from you.
you just couldnât put up with him anymore. he was manipulative, toxic, and most of all abusive. your friends knew about all of this, and tried so hard to get you away from him, but you couldnât escape from him. heâd always convince you otherwise, guilt trip you, lie to you, twist your wordsâŠ
âyaâ want me to walk you home?â jj asks, sitting beside you, smoking his blunt. you think about it for a second, but decline his offer. âthanks, but iâm okay, really. iâll be fineâ you nod and smile. âyou sure?â sarah asks from across the room as they all practically look at you as if you were crazy. rafe was crazy, and if he saw you alone, only god knows what he would doâŠ
âyeah, iâm good. i think i need to be alone anyway. take a nice walk by myselfâ you shrug. you hadnât really had much alone time in months, considering you had a boyfriend glued to your hip out of distrust.
âokay, well, please call us if you need us, mâkay?â sarah says, walking over to you to hug you. sheâs worried for you the most, youâre her best friend and her own brother is ruining your life. âi will, promiseâ you smile, standing up to hug her tightly.
âlove you, y/nâ kiara says with a smile as you walk out the door, saying bye to them all. you blow a kiss to kie before shutting the door behind you. they all know youâre going through a tough time, so theyâre trying their best to be there for you and look out for you. they all love you.
walking home now, you stroll down the dark, long road ahead, with nothing surrounding you but tall trees and dim streetlights. no people, no lit-up houses, just dark and quiet streets with people in bed.
you walk for ten more minutes before you hear a car approaching from behind you. you give it no thought though, not wanting to worry yourself. the car gets closer, as if it were going to drive straight past you, but suddenly, you hear the car slowing down and eventually stopping right next to you. you donât want to look, but you have to.
your heart sank into your chest when you noticed rafeâs black range rover, right as the window rolled down. it was rafe. ây/n get in.â his tone demanding and angry. âno, leave me alone.â you quickly turn around, power walking away. however, he only follows you. he slowly drives, following you, speeding up and slowing down whenever you do.
ây/n just get in i wanna talkâ he says out the window, resting his arm on it as he watches you, attempting to talk to you. ârafe, leave me the fuck alone.â your voice gets louder, but youâre not yelling, yet. âsave yourself the hassle and get in for fuckâs sakeâ he says, getting more frustrated by the second.
ânoâ you say, not looking in his direction at all. âoh my godâ he says, sighing before putting the car in park and getting out. âno, go away!â you say, attempting to run but he grabs you before you can. you thrash around in his arms before he picks you up and drags you to his car.
âput me down!â you yell at him, trying to fight him but he is much stronger than you are. he opens the passenger door, shoving you inside before quickly getting in the drivers seat and locking the doors.
âwhat the fuck are you dââ you scream at him before his hand roughly covers your mouth, shutting you up. âi just wanted to talk, but you always have to make it hard, donât you?â he says, eventually letting go of your mouth and seeing a mark left over from how tight his grip was.
âi donât want to fucking talk! you yell as he rolls the windows all the way up so nobody can hear you fussing. âi donât care. who the fuck do you think you are?â he yells at you, making you flinch. âwhat?â your eyebrows furrow.
âchoosing those fucking trash pogues over me. are you serious? dumping me for them?â he argues. youâve had this argument with him plenty of times, he seems to not be able to let it go. or let you go. ârafe. i didnât want to be your girlfriend anymore, okay? youâre abusive, youâre mean, youâreââ you say, only to be cut off by his laughter. âabusive? for wanting to protect you? for wanting the best for you? rightâ he squints his eyes. âwanting the best for me? are you serious? youâve done nothing but hurt me, and hurt my friends, including your own sister, by the way!â you argue, but he scoffs and tuts, as if they were nothing.
âbecause i told you so many fucking times to stay away from them, didnât i?â he screams in your face, watching as you flinch with fear. âyeah, you did, but they are my friends, rafe, sarah is my best friend and you tried to kill her? sheâs your fucking sister you should love her more than you love meâ you say, voice getting higher out of frustration for him. how can he be so naive and cruel?
âher? sheâs no sister of mine. that bitch has always been against meâ he scoffs, speaking so lowly of his own little sister. âno she hasnât, rafe!â you try to tell him, but every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie according to his delusions.
âright, whatever.â he rolls his eyes at you and your âliesâ, but he just doesnât want to accept the truth. heâs the problem, he turned everyone against himself. âi love you, yeah? i never stoppedâ he suddenly says, looking at you.
âwell i have.â you say, but hearing those words were gut wrenching to him. you crossed the line. he unexpectedly and quickly reaches over, grabbing you by the throat and squeezing his fingers.
âi never wanna hurt you, y/n. you make me do it. i want to love you, but when youâre running off with your little friends behind my back, you make it hard to trust you, yeah?â he explains in his usual manipulative tone.
ârafeâŠâ you force out, feeling as his grip tightens, his nails basically digging into your skin. âcan you let me love you like i want to? like iâve been trying to?â he asks, watching as your face turns redder and redder.
he loves watching you struggle, it was his favorite part of having power over you. itâs like it turns him on to hurt you. âplease.. stopâŠâ you struggle to say as he just keeps begging for your love.
ây/n, let me show you how much i really love you. please?â he asks softly, looking at you with adoration as if his own hand isnât almost causing you to lose consciousness. he was psychotic. âok.. ok.. yeah.. just let me goâ you choke, nodding your head as fast as you can. you didnât want to agree, but you had to otherwise he wasnât going to stop.
and who knows what he wouldâve done if you had passed out? youâd dread to think. âyeah? attaâ girl. i knew youâd come to terms with me sooner or laterâ he says, smiling as if he didnât force the right answer out of you. he lets go of your throat, loving the sound of you gasping for air and regaining your breath.
you wanted to hit him so bad, you wanted to insult him and call him names but most importantly, you didnât want him to actually kill you. âletâs go somewhere private, hm?â he suggests, like you could say no. you stay silent in his passenger seat, nodding at everything heâs saying, submitting to your fear of him.
he puts the car into gear and begins driving off. he drives five minutes down the road before turning down an off road path which lead to the lake, but he stopped in the secluded path surrounded by more trees, and more darkness.
turning his engine off, he turns to face you. âdo you love me?â he asks. youâre terrified to answer. youâd be lying if you said yes, but if you said no, youâd find out. ââŠyesâ you gulp, fearing him deeply. âgood girlâ he smirks, smelling your fear like a dog could.
he loves it. he loves you being afraid to say something he doesnât want to hear, thatâs the first step to being the perfect girlfriend in his eyes, you always know the right answer.
he turns in his seat to face you, reaching his hand over to your thigh. he rubs it, trailing his hand up and closer to your pussy, but you shift your legs the other way to move his hand away, making him grab your thigh and moving it back to where it was.
âdonât act like you donât want it. you just said you love meâ he leans over, darkly whispering in your ear which sent shivers down your spine. âi.. i doâ you lie, not wanting to send him over the edge. he smirks at your words, leaning his head down to your neck to kiss it. you donât want his touch, but you need it.
ârafeâŠâ you whisper, trying your best not to want it but itâs difficult when heâs kissing your neck and moving his hand up your thigh again, only this time you donât move your legs when he gets close to your pussy. youâre wearing jeans, so you feel his hand unbuttoning them which made you nervous, but you let it happen anyway.
âwhat baby?â he whispers, lifting his head from your neck to look at you. âiââ you say, cut off by the feeling of his cold hand slipping into your jeans. you jump at the temperature of his skin, which made him laugh. âcome on, just take itâ he licks his lips, looking at yours before kissing them. you kiss him back, and eventually start making out with him.
mid kiss, his hand slips into your panties, making you hum a moan. âyou like that?â he asks, rubbing circles on your clit before breaking the kiss. âmhmâ you hum, but his other hand reaches behind your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. âuse your words, princessâ he tells you, his dark eyes staring into yours. ââŠyes.â you hesitate to say, but you go along with it for your own safety and his sanity.
âhmm.. goodâ he smirks, letting go of your hair and kissing you again before his hand slid down your pussy, to your hole. you gasp at his sudden movement, but he chuckles at you. âyouâre so wet. iâm always turning you on, huh?â he says, opening his mouth and mocking your gasp.
you chuckle too, wanting him to know youâre on the same page. after seconds of his fingers teasing your hole, he slides two of them into you. you gasp, moaning as his fingers fill you up to his knuckles. âso deep..â you moan, tensing up in your seat at his touch.
but it wasnât long before he had you stripped off and sitting on his lap with the seat pushed all the way back. âfuckâ he moans at the sight of your pretty tits, his hands grabbing your ass cheeks.
âif we do this⊠will you leave me alone after?â you ask, terrified to say but it needed to be said. âyeah, of course, i promiseâ he says like itâs nothing, like he didnât even hear those words come out of your mouth. you were expecting a different reaction, but he had a different plan.
you felt like you had to have sex with him one last time for him to be able to move on from you. or so you thought thatâs how it would be. âi love you, but if i need to leave for you to be happy, then i willâ he says, almost believably.
but that was a lie.
pulling his boxers off allowed his hard dick to spring out, hitting your leg. you both giggle before starting to make out again, where his hands slid from your ass cheeks to your hips, his fingers twirling the sides of your panties before pulling them down and off your feet.
âride me, princessâ he says, both of your warm areas touching. you nod, lifting yourself up and positioning yourself above his cock before his hands roughly gripped your waist, pulling you to sit down on it.
you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. âfuuuckâ he drags, closing his eyes as he pulled you up and down, choosing the speed and roughness for you. your moans cried out, you didnât know if it hurt or felt good more.
âi missed you so much. i missed this pussyâ he tells you, his hands roaming your naked back as his dick harshly thrusts up into you. âi missed youâ you say, knowing you didnât mean a single word. your horniness and desire to please him took over.
âyouâre mine, babyâ he tells you, his fingernails digging into your hips, making you cry out. he was so good at pleasing your pussy that you ruled out the pain he caused. ââŠalwaysâ you say, starting to question whether or not he was being honest about leaving you alone.
his pace is rough, heâs fucking you so harshly that you donât think heâs ever gone this hard on you before. it hurts, but it hurts so good. âow.. fuck.. rafeâ you moan loudly like a porn star. âthatâs it, babyâ he says, feeling closer and closer to coming each time he thrust up into you.
your legs start to burn and ache, and he can tell by how much your legs are shaking. so he pulls you off of him, and guides you into the back seats where he climbs over after you.
he lays you down on your back, spreading your bodies over the three seats. he positions his cock near your pussy again, before sliding in with no warning. you moan, wrapping your arms around his back and gripping his shoulders. âfuckkkâ he moans in your ear, making you much wetter. no matter how much you hate rafe cameron, his moans were your weakness.
the rougher and meaner he got, the more aroused he was. it wasnât long before he started choking you, and slapping you around. itâs what he does during sex. he loves the power, he loves the dominance he has over you. you allowed it, though, because this was the last time. right?..
minutes later, you you felt him speeding up and becoming more tense, which meant he was gonna finish any second now. you, however, werenât even close to finishing. it did feel good, but it didnât change your feelings for him. you canât come over somebody you hate so much.
âfuck baby.. âm gonna cumâŠâ he says, twitching his dick as he empties his load into you. you moan at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up and leaking out after. he slowly pulls out, smirking knowing heâs hiding a huge secret from you.
he snuck into your house a few days ago while you were out with the pogues, and swapped your birth control pills for fake ones. but you had no ideaâŠ
it wasnât until two weeks later when you were throwing up in your toilet, and crying your eyes out when you realized youâd missed your period. âfuckâ you say, grabbing an emergency pregnancy test from the cabinet above the sink. you had them hidden in there just in case.
you take the pregnancy test, pacing around your bathroom for five minutes straight, waiting for the results. boom. the alarm youâd set on your phone goes off, five minutes is up. you switch the alarm off and gulp, slowly reaching for the pregnancy test. you pick it up, and gasp when you read the answer.
POSITIVE.
what the fuck are you supposed to do now?âŠ
NOT PROOFREAD. probably some mistakes, but my FIRST smut writing?!?!đ©đ© plssssss lmk what yâall think! <333
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Hold You Tight: Part 6
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 5 | Series Masterlist | Part 7
Chapter Summary: You're determined to have a quiet rest of the day without seeing or thinking about Bucky.
Chapter Word Count: Over 3.5k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, stalking, inner conflict, insecurities, manipulation, possessiveness, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You sat in the tub, the cascading water from the shower head flowing over you as you stared at the opposite wall. Normally you welcomed the heat and billowing steam, but you shivered the longer you stayed there. The sound of the water droplets couldn't drown out Buckyâs moans or words from your mind.
âIâm so hard for you. And youâre wet for me, arenât you? Fuck, I wish I was there to take care of you.â
âYouâll take it. Youâll take me. Like a good girl.â
âWish I was there to help clean you up and get you dirty all over again.â
With a groan, you leaned your head against the wall. The man jerked off to the thought of you. No one ever desired you like that, at least not that you knew of. More than that he wanted you in his home. By his side. Why? You couldn't grasp why he wanted you so badly.
You also couldn't deny that his words got to you, if your wet your underwear was anything to judge by when you peeled them off. Were you so desperate for a semblance of affection that a few dirty words from a terrifying man turned you on? What did that say about you?
Just like the last couple of days, that was too much to unpack.
âIâm not special,â you whispered.
You could practically see Bucky across from you with sadness in his eyes, the way he looked at you when you argued last night that you weren't special. He didn't believe that for a second. Quite the opposite. He saw something in you that others didn't. Wasn't that what you wanted deep down? To be seen? Cherished?
Not like this.
âGet up,â you muttered, carefully getting to your feet. You weren't going to sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Things could always be worse. All things considered, Bucky hadn't hurt you. Hadn't lied to you either, as far as you knew. Which made your heart ache at that thought of leaving your place behind.
If Bucky kept his promise and forced you to move in, what would you tell your friends? Would they think you were crazy for moving so fast or would they not question it at all because Bucky was rich, handsome, and they would assume he made you happy? Youâd say what you had to if it meant keeping them safe, but feared it could possibly put up a wall between you and the group since you couldn't tell them the full truth. Maybe his intention was to drive you away from them and bring you closer to him.
Your head began to ache from the overanalyzing. âIâm not going to think about Bucky Barnes.â Shutting the water off, you pushed the questions and scenarios as far from your mind as possible as you went about the rest of your morning. The rest of the day would be routine, normal, nothing out of the ordinary.
Naturally, Bucky messaged you once you finished getting dressed to prove you wrong. âThinking of you. Are you thinking of me?â
You swallowed dryly as you typed back to him. It was like he knew you were trying to forget about everything. âI think you want me to think about you.â
It didn't take him long to respond. âOf course, I do. I hope youâre thinking about our chat from earlier and when we can finish it.â The man didn't want to just get in your head. He wanted to get under your skin. âIs it too much to ask for a photo? You have such a beautiful smile.â
You scoffed both from the audacity and boldness. It wasn't enough that he pleasured himself while talking to you, he wanted a photo of you, too? He specifically noted your smile. Was it really beautiful? âJust because you sent me photos of you in your jackets doesn't mean I have to send photos back.â
âPretty please?â
It was almost cute. âNot today. Sorry, Bucky.â
âThatâs okay. Was worth a shot. Maybe I can convince you to let me take a photo when I see you tonight.â
You froze. There it was. Not âifâ heâd see you tonight, but âwhenâ. There was no stopping him, was there? Maybe it was that thought that possessed you to goad him because you couldn't otherwise explain why you sent what you did. âYou wonât see me because I have plans. But tell you what. If by any chance you do see me tonight, Iâll let you take a photo.â
You blinked and reread your message. Why did you do that? Sending that was as stupid as it was impulsive and would only encourage him.
âIs that a challenge or a promise?â
Your stomach twisted in knots, but you sent one last reply. âItâs whatever you want it to be.â
Bucky was so convinced heâd see you and there was a good chance he would, but youâd make him work for it a little. You wouldn't stick around your apartment. That would probably be the first place heâd look for you.
Catch me if you can.
Your shift went as normal as could be. Steady enough to keep you busy, but not feel overwhelmed. No difficult customers. No surprise visits from Bucky either, though you kept waiting for him to walk through the door.
There was no relief though once you clocked out since you had no idea where you'd hide out for the rest of the day. Everyone you reached out to was busy. Addison, of course, was going out to dinner with Brady and you didn't bother messaging her. Dana had a double date with another of your friends. The rest all had romantic evenings planned, too. They apologized like always.
Was it bad that you were kind of used to it?
A message from Bucky appeared the second you stepped out of the shop. âAny chance youâll give me a clue where youâll be?â
You sighed, a sense of weariness seeping in that you couldn't blame on work. âNot a chance.â
âShould I go find you now? Iâm a little bored.â
Your gaze darted from left to right. Was he already nearby somewhere watching? âIf you're bored, read a book.â
A smile crossed your face when you suddenly thought about where to go. You told yourself earlier you didn't want to think about Bucky for the rest of the day. What better way than to distract yourself with a book? And what better place than your favorite bookstore, Turn the Page?
Before you tucked your phone away, you turned the GPS off just in case Bucky had a way to get access to it. You wouldn't put it past him to try. You wouldn't take your normal route either. It was crazy to think things like a routine could be a bad thing, but Bucky made you question everything.
Walking through the city, you occasionally glanced back over your shoulder to make sure no one was following you. No one looked your way, too occupied with their own agendas as they shuffled around you. Something still felt off, goosebumps forming on your arms and your heart sinking as you felt a pair of steel eyes on you.
You didn't realize you stopped walking until someone nearly collided with you. âIâm so sorry,â you said, giving you the push you needed to move again. Quickening your pace, you reminded yourself it was still light out. People were around. Even if Bucky was following you, what would he do?
You moved forward and didn't look back until you found yourself at the bookstore, taking a calming breath before you walked in. Turn the Page had a cozy and peaceful atmosphere with a range from classic to modern stories. You could spend hours there and feel perfectly at home.
âHey, Marc,â you smiled at the man behind the counter.
âHey. Good to see you,â Marc smiled back. He took over the bookstore over a year ago. Friendly for the most part and took pride in the shop. âAnything I can help you find? Just finished setting up some new releases.â
âNo thanks,â you replied, selecting a thick romance novel that would pass the time. âI was just going to hang around and read for a bit if you don't mind.â
âNot at all. Can I get you anything to drink or eat? Coffee? Baked good?â He offered, nodding to the tiny cafe area in the corner.
âJust water for now, please,â you said. You probably needed to eat, but youâd wait for your nerves to fully settle. âCan I ask you something?â
âSure, whatâs up?â He asked, going to grab you your drink as you followed.
âHave you heard of The 107th?â You asked. You weren't sure what possessed you to do so. Maybe it was because he seemed like a neutral person to talk to.
âThe nightclub?â Mark eyed you curiously. âThat doesn't seem like your scene.â
âIâve only been once. A friend's bachelorette party over a month ago,â you explained, assuming he meant it wasn't your type of scene since you weren't a party girl. âBut I may have met the owner recently.â
Marc kept a neutral expression, but noticeably paused before he handed the glass over. âYou met Bucky Barnes?â
âYeah,â you answered, shifting on your feet. âDo you know him?â
He busied himself by cleaning the counter. âYeah, I know him,â he said, your chest tight. How? âWell, I wouldn't say I know him well. Iâve only met him a couple of times. A lot of the local owners have since he has a hand in quite a few endeavors. Donates to the local hospital and charities, too.â
âThatâs nice,â you croaked, taking a sip. If he had a hand in local businesses, was it possible that he met your boss? âHe seemed very driven when I spoke to him.â
âThat he is,â he agreed, tossing the rag away. âAlso dangerous,â he added under his breath.
âDangerous?â You repeated. The man threatened your loved ones, but why would Marc call him that?
He paused to look at you, his eyes wider than before. âYeah, but youâre too sweet to get mixed up in any of that, so forget I said anything. Please,â he urged. You wished you could. âHe hasn't been poking around your shop, has he?â
âNot that Iâm aware of,â you said. You hoped not.
âSorry, I just assumed since you said you met him. Wouldn't surprise me if he stops in soon though with the anniversary coming up and all.â
âAnniversary of what?â You asked.
âHis family. TheyâŠâ He trailed off when the phone rang at the counter. âSorry. I need to get back to work.â
âThatâs okay. Iâll just start my book,â you said, going to take a seat on the other side of the shop. You took your usual spot on the couch and wished you hadn't said anything. Marc knew Bucky enough to say he was dangerous. And why would he eventually poke around your shop? Anniversary⊠FlowersâŠ
âI wish you could've met my mom. She would've loved you.â
âSheâs gone and thatâs a topic for another day.â
You settled further into the couch with a huff. Buckyâs family and endeavors were none of your business. You weren't going to question it any further. You were going to sit and enjoy your book.
That was exactly what you did.
A few customers went in and out of the shop as you lost yourself in the story. It was easy to imagine snuggling with the hero as he whispered how much he loved you and always would. The sweet sort of romance that brought a smile to your face and allowed you to relax against the cushions. You were surprised you didn't fall asleep.
What time was it anyway?
âHowâs the book?â
A shiver rolled over you as you peered up from the page and saw Bucky standing in front of you. He wore the blue jacket and his eyes stood out just as you said they would. Where you expected to see triumph in his gaze, there was only curiosity and awe. Like he happened to bump into you by accident instead of intentionally.
âWhat are you doing here?â You whisper shouted, not wanting to draw attention. While it wasn't a complete shock that he managed to find you, it was a miracle your heart hadn't given out from how fast it pounded over the last couple of days. âHow did you find me?â
Did he actually follow you?
He smiled a little. âYouâre the one who told me to read a book since I was bored,â he said, taking a seat beside you and slipping his arm around you. You tensed as he pulled you close, but he merely rubbed your arm with his gloved hand until you relaxed. âAnd finding you was just a process of elimination. I know you didn't go back to your place after you left this morning and there aren't too many places you like to venture by yourself in the city.â
âAnd just how do you know I didn't go back to my apartment?â You asked.
âI may or may not have an eye on the building,â he said casually. It could've been a joke or serious answer, neither of which were a laughing matter. âOr maybe you knew that would be the first place Iâd try to look for you, so you decided to avoid it.â
You bit your tongue. That was exactly what you did. âOr maybe I wouldn't be there since I was supposed to go out.â
He nodded. âYou were supposed to go out, but your plans fell through, didn't they?â He asked sympathetically. You didn't want his pity. âIf I had to guess, they fell through even before we talked this morning.â
âMy original plans fell through, yes,â you confirmed.
He hummed. âWere you embarrassed to tell me?â
You wrung your fingers together. There was no reason for you to feel bad for not telling him. You didn't owe him anything because he wasn't your boyfriend. âNo,â you whispered.
âDid it just slip your mind when we talked?â He teased. At least he didn't sound upset or disappointed. Why wasn't he upset? Was he testing you?
âNo. I just wanted a night off from beingâŠâ you trailed off, not sure how he would react in public to something he didn't want to hear. And what was it a night off from exactly? Being his new girlfriend?
He scratched along his chin, drawing attention to the gray hairs. âYou know what I think?â He asked.
âI have no idea,â you replied.
âI think you were testing me because you wanted me to find you. You want me more than you want to admit,â he said. Your mouth fell open, but you couldn't speak. âOtherwise, why push me to look for you? Why hang out in one of your favorite shops knowing I could easily track you down?â
âI didn'tâŠâ You took a breath. You didn't want him to chase after you. That wasn't it. âI didn't push.â
âMoyo Kotyonok, you dared me with that message and you know it,â he smirked.
Biting your lip, you didn't deny it any further since he was partially right. You egged him on by offering to let him take a photo if he found you, which wasn't smart. If you had real plans, you wouldn't have done that. But you didn't do it because you wanted him to find you or wanted him in general.
You didn't.
âBut we can talk about that later,â he said, gentler than you expected. âIâm sorry about your plans. What happened?â
You finally closed the book in your lap and exhaled. âAddison and I were supposed to hang out, but sheâs going out to dinner with her fiancĂ© instead,â you explained.
He narrowed his eyes. âSo, she ditched you,â he said, disappointment finally seeping into voice.
You shook your head. âNo, she didn't ditch me. We rescheduled,â you argued, quick to defend her. She didn't maliciously blow you off. âThings come up. It happens.â
Bucky smiled softly. âYou stuck up for her immediately. I admire that,â he said, shifting to face you more. He practically crowded you. âWhy not hang out with another friend?â
You looked at your lap. What was he playing at? âBecause my friends are busy,â you whispered. It hurt to say it and it shouldn't. It was just a downside of being the single one in a group of friends who had significant others. No one was obligated to keep their schedules open in case you wanted to hang out.
He tilted your head up. Why wouldn't he just let you hide? âJust so you know, I will never be too busy for you,â he whispered. It wasn't fair that he looked at you like you mattered. âYouâre my top priority.â
You ignored the warm sensation that spread from your heart. So many people made you an option. âI shouldn't be,â you whispered.
âBut you are and that isn't going to change,â he said, steadfast as always. âAnd since this shop is going to close soon, why not go to the club with me? It'll be fun.â
You gestured to your comfortable outfit. âIâm not dressed for your club. Besides, I was going to call it an early night after I left.â
His eyes roamed your body with interest before he shrugged and took the book from your lap. âI have that dress waiting for you, but you can wear whatever you want since you look beautiful in anything.â
âAre you listening to what I'm saying? I said I want to call it an early night.â You moved to stand, your limbs tired from sitting. âFor someone who claims to care, you don't take my feelings into consideration.â
He reached to grab your hand and took it before you could walk away. âI care more than anyone else,â he whispered vehemently before he took a breath, his eyes burning with passion as he stood up, too. âIâm not ignoring your feelings. Itâs a compromise. We won't stay long, so come with me.â
âThank you for the offer,â you began, trying to put out the fire in his eyes. âBut why would I want to go to your club when all I want to do is read and relax?â
âDo I need to remind you that some of my friends will be there and they still want to meet you?â He asked, gently guiding you toward the front of the store. âAnd I can take your right back to your place after so you can rest. You'll still have an early night.â
He considered that a compromise? âBut I-â
âYouâll be in bed before 10. You have my word.â He walked you toward the exit, past the remaining customers, and gave the associate behind the counter a smile before you could protest. âAnd don't worry about the book. I paid for it.â
âWait, whereâs Marc?â You asked. You hadn't spoken to him since your earlier conversation.
The associate looked at Bucky before she smiled. âI think he went out back for a quick break.â
âBefore closing?â You asked.
âLetâs go,â Bucky said, heading out the door with you.
He helped you into the car by the curb as you were still catching up to what was happening. He effortlessly coaxed you out of a store with people around and into a car, alone. The man had no fear.
âWhere's Ray?â You asked since the partition was up. âShocked you didn't send him in to get me.â
âHe actually offered, but I wanted to go in myself,â Bucky replied, chuckling at your expression. âAnd don't worry. He's close by.â
You huffed and stared at the garment bag where your dress waited when he put an arm back around you. âI just wanted some peace and quiet tonight.â But he got you right where he wanted you.
âLike I said, you'll meet my friends and youâll be in bed by 10.â Bucky dragged his nose along your throat and inhaled your scent. Your eyes closed, but your body didn't freeze up the way you expected it to. âWeâll both get what we want.â
What you wanted didn't matter. âBucky?â
âYeah, doll?â
You closed your eyes. âJust how dangerous are you?â
âIâm the most dangerous man in the city, but you're safe with me,â he replied against your skin.
âAnd what if your friends don't like me?â You asked.
âYou have nothing to worry about. Theyâll love you,â he promised, bringing his head up to kiss your temple. âBut no one will ever love you more than I do.â
Love.
You shuddered. You weren't sure what you feared more. That his friends would love you enough to help keep you by his side or how much Bucky claimed to love you. Because there was nothing more dangerous than a powerful man in love.
Which friend do we think is the most excited to see you with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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