#watched the second and third saws while making her 🫶

[rotyolk]

urgent! look at her

[loveluvrs]

third time's the charm l oscar piastri x reader

request/summary – Hellooo!! Would you be able to write an oscar piastri blurb with little examples of the reader showing him off and him getting all flustered? For example, drunk in a club with her friends / to make him feel more confident / ect..? 🫶

author's notes – idk if this was what anon was thinking of but this is what i imagined 😭

I walked into the paddock, hand in hand with Oscar. I was talking about the newest episode of the series I had been binge watching. Oscar, as usual, had settled into listening to me attentively, as I yapped on relentlessly without an end in sight. 

I stopped when I bump into Max’s mum and sister. His family was like a second family to me, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to see them yet since Oscar and I started dating. 

“Oh, hi! I’ve missed you guys so much. This is Oscar, you guys already know he’s my boyfriend,” I say excitedly as he reaches his hand out to greet them. “He loves the curry I make just like you guys do. Sometimes I think he may like it even more. I mean, he always begs me to make it whenever he’s visiting home,” I ramble on excitedly. 

“Ooookay, we should get going now. Nice to meet you,” Oscar says before dragging me along with him to Mclaren garage. “What happened? I was talking,” I ask with a pout. 

He laughs as he rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I know, babe. You never stop talking, do you?” he says playfully, “you should remember to breathe every once in a while.”

“Ha ha. Very funny. I wasn’t even talking that much! I was just introducing them to you and telling them how much I love you!” I say defensively with a confused look in my eyes. 

“Love, you were telling them I beg for your cooking, that’s embarrassing!” Oscar says with a slight laugh. It’s only now I stop and notice that he’s turned slightly red, making me giggle. Oscar gives me an unamused look before saying, “don’t laugh at me like that, you do this every time!” 

“I’m sorry,” I say with a giggle, “you know I only do it because I love you. I just want people to know how great you are, promise!” Oscar opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted when some of his team members approach him to talk to him about the upcoming race weekend. “We’re going to talk about this later,” Oscar says softly as he points a finger at me playfully. 

——

I screamed as Oscar won the sprint race in Qatar, and I immediately rushed over to him after the race, peppering him with kisses all over his face. “I’m so so proud of you, oh my god!” I say excitedly. Oscar’s face was already red from the heat, and it somehow turned even redder when he saw the cameras approach us. He whined slightly as he burrowed his face into my neck. “Baby, don’t embarrass me,” he mumbles quietly in a shy voice. 

“My boyfriend just won a sprint race in his rookie season in F1, of course I’m gonna show you off and embarrass you. Don’t expect anything less from me,” I tease as I give him one last kiss before sending him off. 

When Oscar returns to our hotel room that night, I’m already half asleep. He spends a bit of time on his phone while in my arms, trying to keep up with everyone’s messages. He stops when he sees an Instagram post from me, his embarrassed and red face that was caught on the cameras now plastered all over this post. “Did you really have to post that?” He asks me playfully.

“I absolutely did. You’re amazing, and you’re mine. Two things every person should know,” I say playfully, earning a playful eye roll from him. “But I look awful, babe!” He protests, zooming in on himself in the photo. I stifle a laugh. “Thousands of people would disagree, actually. Plus, you don’t look awful, you look happy!” I say softly. 

He gives me an unamused look. “What if I don’t want to look happy?”

I giggle. “Then you are one sick weirdo, Oscar Piastri,” I tease with a soft kiss to his lips. 

——

It’s Oscar’s birthday today, and I have been meticulously planning out every single detail for the past few weeks, including a party with some of his closest friends after qualifying session that day. Despite my protests, Zak also insisted inviting some sponsors to the event and key investors of Mclaren, to act as an opportunity for networking. I reluctantly agreed, although I knew Oscar wouldn’t like it. 

As I thought, Oscar seemed a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people there. He was whisked away to a new person every two minutes, and it was all too much for him to handle. He eventually sat down next to me outside with a loud sigh, leaning his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to invite this many people, but Zak said this and that. And you know how he is, he wouldn’t have stopped until I said yes,” I say with a frown as I clearly notice how he isn’t having the best of times at this party. Instead, he just smiles, leaning in to give me a soft kiss. He stands up again, holding his hand out towards me. “I don’t care. Just be by my side while I’m being interrogated?” He asks playfully. I giggle, and with a nod I take his hand, our fingers intertwining. 

We soon see one of my old friends that I knew from RedBull, and I introduce Oscar formally to her. As always, I begin to praise Oscar as a driver and as a person. And as always, he gets incredibly red. This time, however, I catch myself before it gets too bad, cutting myself off. When my friend walks away, Oscar has a frown on his face. 

“Why’d you stop? You usually go on for longer,” he asks softly. I shrug. “You always get embarrassed by it, so I just realized and quit while I was ahead,” I say quietly in a kind of embarrassed tone that he even noticed I cut myself off. 

Oscar shakes his head. “Oh come on, babe. Yes, I do get extremely embarrassed by it. But rambling on about me is so you, and I never want you to stop, you hear me? If I can’t praise myself then I need someone who will,” he says with a playful smile. 

“Promise? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” I say softly.

“No no no, absolutely not. You could never make me uncomfortable, ever. And you rambling on and showing me off is embarrassing, yes, but I love you for it. I promise,” he says softly. 

“Well, if you insist… then I guess I could squeeze in a few rambles here and there..” I say playfully with a giggle. 

[ilyasorokinn]

not sure if you write for him, but in light of matthew poitras scoring his first and second nhl goals tonight, could you write a fluffy piece about y/n watching him score both goals from the stands and just throwing herself at him outside the locker room after the game? like straight up comes running down the hall smiling her ass off and jumps onto him like CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! and even after he puts her down she can’t shut up about it, and she’s all giddy for him 😂 then, maybe her rambling about how proud of him she is on the drive home and he can’t stop laughing/smiling because he thinks it’s both adorable and absolutely hilarious at the same time lol

i’ve been on my matty shit since the second i laid eyes on that man (he’s SO FINE) but he’s still not very known and there’s nothinggggg on tumblr for him, so it would mean the world to have this req written!! thank you in advance! 🫶🏼✨

FIRST STAR OF THE GAME

yoooo... this was sent in a while ago, like almost a year ago lol n e ways, lets ignore that because matthew is so slaytastic (and still very underrated)! also, requests are open!

you checked your outfit one last time in the mirror, making sure everything look good, "you look so amazing, stop worrying." your friend laughed as she watched you from the bed.

you and her had decided to follow the team for the first road trip of the season. the bruins had won the first two games, so you were anxious for the last one.

"i can't help it." you sighed, tussling your hair again, "i'm just nervous." you sighed.

"i know, but regardless of what happens, we're gonna have a blast." she reminded you, getting off the bed and slipping her jacket on.

"you're right." you sighed.

"i know i am." she joked, "now, please, let's get going." she grabbed her jacket and practically pushed you out the door.

once at the arena, you grabbed a drink and some chicken tenders before making your way down to your seats, "sporting even chicken tenders just hit different." you smiled at her joke as you dipped your own chicken tender in some sauce.

the entire game, you were nervous. your body was filled with nerves as the third period started, and the score was still 0-0. you sank back in your seat when mactavish scored the first goal for the ducks.

but, things started to turn around. with a little more than 13 minutes left on the clock, you watched the puck dance around the ice before it was passed from geekie over to matthew.

he took his shot, and shot for the left side of the goal, and a roar came from the crowd. your friend beat you to it, and jumped up, sharking your shoulders as you watched matthew be embraced by his teammates.

"he did it?!" your eyesbrows shot up as you jumped up, hugging your friend, feeling tears come to your eyes. you cheered with everyone else as you watched him skate along the bench and get his high fives.

a few minutes after his first goal, you were back on your feet when matthew scored a second goal, and that time, you full-on cried, earnings a few stares from the people around you, but you couldn't care less.

the buzzer rang at the end of the game, and you sat in your seat, taking everything in. sure, you weren't at home, but this game wouldn't be one you would forget.

"...and for your first star of the night, from the boston bruins, matthew poitras!" your friend whipped out her phone, having a feeling your beloved number 51 would be the first star of the game, and managing to get your reaction.

you waited around in your seats for matthew. you barely knew your way around td, so you decided that matthew would meat you at your seats after the game.

when you saw him coming up the steps, you jumped up and practically jumped into his arms. he caught you with a chuckle, falling back a few steps, but catching himself.

"i'm so proud of you." you whispered into his ear, pulling away and holding his face in your hands, "2 goals!" you jumped.

"i know." the look on his face was one you couldn't put into words.

back at the hotel, you and matthew were in his room. you were sitting on the bed while he showered and changed.

when he came out of the bathroom, you couldn’t help but smile, “i’m so proud of you.” you beamed, pulling him in and hugging him.

“you being here means so much to me.” he kissed your head.

“i’m happy to have been by your side for this.” you nudged his side, “tonight was so awesome, your goals aside…” you continued on.

matthew watched you the entire time, watching your eyes light up as you spoke and explained every detail from the game.

“i’m glad you had so much fun.” he laughed, before letting out a yawn.

“i’m losing you, poitras.” you teased.

“no, no, keep going.” he shook his head.

you playfully rolled your eyes, but continued talking. somewhere between you talking about the guy sitting next to you chugging a beer, and a person a few rows behind you offering to take your friend out on a date, matthew fell asleep.

you looked over at him, and couldn’t help but smile when you saw him sleeping peacefully, “next time, just tell me to stop talking.” you joked, kissing his forehead.

you caressed his cheek before reaching over and turning the light off, “i’m so proud of you, matty.”

requests are open!!

[bamnamuu]

Hiiii, I just saw your list of prompts, and if it's not too much work for u, I'd like to request these with Soobin :D

4. first kisses

13. “i get to know what it’s like to be loved by you” (I got friends to lovers vibes from this)

24. New years kiss

Have a good day/night!!

w.count 907 | warnings mentions drinking / drunk ppl typos not proofread | ems note THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!!!!! i feel bad that it’s taken me this long to post but it only felt right to save it yk? anyway hope you love it whoever you are 🫶🫶

you have been in love with soobin since the day you met him, which happens to be since the second grade, when he found you laying on the wet tarmac letting the rain soak your uniform, “what are you doing ?” he said moving his umbrella nervously “i wanted to see if i would become a fish!” you said, trying to open your eyes to see him only to be met with rain water and the blurry silhouette of a boy looking down at you. He helped you get up and gave you his umbrella not that it would do much good but it was the thought that counts is what you said to yourself. From that day forward soobin and you have been together for everything, the first time you failed your driving test or the third time soobin failed his you two were attached at the hip. It seemed obvious to all your other friends that both of you were mad about each other, the only two people that didn’t see it was obviously you and soobin.

Walking through the science hallway Soobin was being followed by his teasing friend who was desperately trying to get soobin to go to their house party after school. “Come on Soob! This is the first time my parents are letting me stay at the house without a babysitter!’’ beomgyu said trying very hard to be convincing, soobin stopped walking to turn around and face beomgyu. “we’re in high school and you still need a BABYSITTER? Man you have more problems than me.’’ soobin said. “shush that's not the point.’’ soobin raised his brow at the shorter boy “and what exactly is the point?’’ “y/n!’’ even more confused soobin replied “what about y/n? What did you say to her, you better not have asked her to pull your finger again!’’ beomgyu looked disgusted at the accusation “I WOULD NEVER! It's just that she's coming over tonight and i thought you would like to be with your girlfriend.’’ soobin felt his cheeks get hot, he knew he should tell beomgyu that y/n’s not his girlfriend, but beomgyu already knew that and he liked that people thought they were dating. Beomgyu was jumping up and down when soobin finally gave in and agreed to go to this party. Soobin went home and wished he didn't give into beomgyu because the last thing he wanted to do on a wednesday evening was spend the night with a bunch of random school kids he doesn't want to know. Until a knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts “Hey bin your mom let me in, you ready to go?’’ flopping on his bed soobin huffed “do we have to? I mean its beomgyu but we see him everyday y/n!’’ which causes her to start laughing while walking over to sit next to him. “ok i'll make you a deal, we go to the party for 18 minutes and if you decide you want to go home well leave okay?’’ “ok, but why 18?’’ “it's more than 15 and less than 20!’’ When soobin and y/n arrived at beomgyus house they found that the ‘party’ was just the rest of soobins friend group. After a half an hour of watching beomgyu and kai try to beat each at karaoke, yeonjun Soobins eldest friend suggested truth or dare, as much as soobin loved his friends they loved teasing him more, more specifically teasing him about his crush on y/n, so it wasn't a shock to soobin when yeonjun said “I dare you to kiss soobin!’’ when y/n picked dare. The sounds of disgust and happiness filled the room as soobin and y/n leaned in to share their first kiss. “you don’t have to kiss me y’know.’’ “i know , but its you so i don’t mind.’’ Soobin smiled nervously and leaned closer to her lips.

It wasn’t long after till soobin and you became more than just friends, at your graduation soobin built up all his courage to ask you out on a real date to which you accepted with a kiss on his cheek. You made it official when you mistakenly called soobin your boyfriend to his face, and you swear you've never seen him look happier. Now the two of you are arriving to beomgyu new years eve party hand and hand. It was pretty shocking to both of you just how many people showed up tonight. “wow gyu i didn’t know you knew so many people?’’ you said finding the slightly drunk boy “i didn’t either!’’ he said before giving soobin a greeting and then hopping away, you found taehyun and kai hiding in beomgyus room watching the count down with the sound of drunk people exsisting in the next room. After a while beomgyu and yeonjun joined the four of you for some peace and quiet, and juat in time for the midnight count down to begin. “ y/n, i love you so much more than you will ever know, thank you for being my best friend for my entire life, and thank you for letting me know what its like to be loved by you!’’ soobin said placing his hands on either side of your head, smiling from ear to ear leaving you speechless as the count down camke down to 3, 2, 1, and you kissed the love of your life.

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[bellysoupset]

hii! i wanted to request something with wendy and jonah bc omg their friendship is so precious to me and i need more of them :’)

i’d love for wendy to be the sickie (emeto and high fever pretty please?) and i was thinking jonah could maybe find out she’s really not doing well bc she’s kinda delirious over text and not making any sense? adding vince as a second caretaker would also be awesome teehee but no pressure!

also if you hate this idea then literally anything wendy+jonah would be good enough lmao i just love their friendship so freaking much 🫶🏽

I loved this idea! People have been asking for some sickee Wendy for a while, so I hope this one delivers! TY for the request 💕

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It had been ages since Jonah had last gone out with Wendy. Between Vince's car accident, their opposing schedules, classes starting back up and everything else, he couldn't remember the last time they had talked despite being on joint medical duty every other night.

Jonah smiled as he felt JD rubbing between his ankles, circling him. He crouched down, petting her behind her ear and heard a huff.

"Don't give this traitor attention, Jasmine Dean Wagner," Leo scoffed from the couch. He had his arms crossed and was pouting and while most of it was played up for the sake of humor, Jonah knew part of it was real too.

"You go out with the guys all the time," Jon smiled, picking up the kitten and planting a kiss on her little head, carrying her back to the couch.

"It's not the same," Leo said, reaching to snatch the cat and snuggling her to his chest, "none of the boys are trying to steal me away from you."

"And Wendy is?" Jonah rolled his eyes and leaned in, planting a kiss over Leo's pout, "no one is stealing me away. Don't wait up," leaning over the couch, almost upside down, he planted a kiss on Leo's forehead and gave JD one last scratch behind her ears.

"I'm changing the locks while you're gone!" Leo yelled behind him, but Jonah ignored it.

Wendy was waiting for him outside her building and she was dressed for the thirties. Gone was the jeans and frilly shirts he saw her wearing in between shifts, today she was clad in a puffy short dress that caused him to roll his eyes in an amused manner.

"Ariana Grande called, she wants her closet back."

"She can come fight me for it," Wendy smiled, entering the car, "I'm so excited."

There were certain hobbies he could only indulge with Wendy. Leo, with much pleading, might watch an A24 movie, but he didn't like it. Going to an amateur queer cinema showing? That was out of question.

Wendy, in the other hand, was jumping up and down with excitement, her arm locked with his and talking nonstop about all the new artists.

It was in a dimly warehouse, the type of place Jonah would never step foot in. Wendy had been the one to find out about them and she was the one who had the tickets.

"Just pick wherever you want to sit and don't forget to cheer and clap if you think the short is worth it. This is a safe space for tears," the boy at the front desk told them and Jonah had to press his lips together not to laugh, "in between sessions we'll have food carts. Enjoy your night."

"It's a safe space for tears," Jonah whispered in her ear, voice all mocking and Wendy jammed her elbow on his side.

"Bet you'll cry."

The first movie was a comedy, so he doubted that. However by the third one, if his eyes burned a little and he had to swallow the knot in his throat... It was none of Wendy's business.

"Here," she handed him a hot dog, stuffed with everything, "fuel up."

"This cannot be safe to eat," Jonah eyed it weirdly, cringing as Wendy wolfed down on her own. She rolled her eyes.

"It's good! Just have one bite."

With much prodding and pushing, he took one bite. By now he was starving so he blamed it on his hunger, because Jon was pretty sure that was the best hot dog he had ever eaten.

He leaned back against the plastic chair, stretching his legs ahead and Wendy smiled at him, "admit it. It's great."

"It's alright."

"Damn, doctor Banks!" she teased, pushing his leg, "a compliment from you!"

"You're such a prick, Wendy," he rolled his eyes.

She was all smiles as she leaned on his side, head resting on his shoulder and finished off her hot dog. The lights turned off once more for the second part of the showing.

He was sucked in by it. The next two were gory horror movies, one of them framing the queer experience through the eyes of a werewolf and while the special effects were more than a little choppy and the acting far from stellar, Jonah was mesmerized. So much so he barely noticed Wendy shifting on her seat multiple times.

It was at the very ending of the last short movie that she got up, pushing his leg, "I need some fresh air," she mumbled and Jonah handed her her purse without thinking, eyes glued to the screen.

The movie ended and he got up, feeling dizzy and floored. The director was sitting just a couple seats ahead - the joys of amateurish cinema - so Jon walked up to them, almost bouncing on his feet.

By the time he got outside, the whole place was basically deserted.

"There you are!" Jonah exclaimed as he saw Wendy leaning against his car, "what are you doing out here, it's freezing!"

"Jon-"

"I talked with the director of the last movie, they're really really cool, Dee. You should've been there. Invited them over for dinner, Leo's going to d- Wendy?"

Only then he got a good look of her face. Wendy was more than pale, she was basically transparent and she was shaking, whole face glowing with the clammy sweat.

"Wendy, what's wrong?"

"I don't feel well," she sighed and he noticed she was hugging her middle. Her dress was puffy and it started right under her chest, so he couldn't see her stomach at all, but he cringed just at the thought, "I'm sorry, Jon..."

"I said those hot dogs weren't safe to eat," he scoffed, moving closer and already feeling vaguely nauseous himself. Had them both gotten food poisoning? Wendy was almost an entire foot shorter than him, maybe it had hit her harder and sooner...?

"I don't think..." she shuddered, "I don't think it's food poisoning, Jon... I'm freezing."

Knowing what she meant, he cupped her face and met blazing hot skin, "Oh darling..." Jon groaned, "you're burning up."

She shivered again and he wrapped an arm around her, opening the car door, "c'mon, I'll drive you home."

She got in obediently and Jonah quickly circled the car, getting in the driver's side, "this hit me out of nowhere..." Wendy moaned, leaning her head back.

"A fever this high?" Jonah frowned, hand cupping her forehead, then her neck, "bullshit, Wendy."

"Uhm?" she groaned, turning her head to look at him through dazed eyes, "what do you mean?"

"There's no way you had a fever this high just hit you out of nowhere, Wendy," he pulled his hand back, starting to drive "were you feeling sick before?"

"No," she scoffed, shoving his thigh, "no, I was fine... I had a headache earlier, but I thought it was just stress..."

Jonah huffed in discontent, but didn't continue to antagonize her. He was getting a headache from stress. Without thinking, he reached in and squeezed her knee, in a reassuring manner.

"Uhm," Wendy planted her hand over his and leaned forward, her forehead meeting the dashboard, "I think... Pull over, Jon."

Although she was still enunciating her words quite well, he didn't take any chances. He turned up the emergency lights and pulled over the side of the empty road.

Wendy let out a groan as she opened the door and staggered out to the back of the car.

He appreciated her having half a mind about his sympathy sickness, but it didn't sit right with him. He watched her via the rearview mirror, leaning over the back, gagging once, twice and then disappearing from view.

Jon cringed, throwing his door open, "Wendy? Are you okay?"

"I'm fi-INE!" she yelled back and he sat there, heart on his throat, one leg in and one out. He drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel, hearing another retch and then a whimper, followed by sobs.

"Fuck it," Jonah sighed, getting up and rushing to the back.

Wendy had fully fallen down. She was on all fours and crying over a puddle of sick, her wavy brown hair sticking to her lipgloss.

Jonah gagged, then slammed a fist against his mouth and forced his stomach to stay in place as he crouched down next to her and held her hair back, "are you-" he swallowed in thickly, the hot dog churning, "are you done...?"

"...'mdizzy," Wendy groaned and he noticed she had scraped her hands on the road.

"C'mere, Wen-" he wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her back on her feet and dragging her as far away from the puddle of vomit as he could, while still stay near the back of the car, "are you done? Are you gonna be sick again?"

"Not sure," she leaned her head in, forehead meeting his chest and her knees gave in, causing Jonah to let out a gasp and rush to grab her. It was a good thing he was much taller than her, otherwise she'd have fallen badly.

He held her against the car back, cupping her face, "okay, next time just puke out of the door... Let's get you back in the car."

Wendy had scrapped her knees too when she went down and they were bloody, one rivulet of blood had ran down her left knee and disappeared into her boots.

"You're a mess," Jonah sighed, strapping her back inside the car and gathering all of Wendy's hair into a knot behind her hair, "do you have a hair tie?"

"Purse..." she slurred, rubbing a hand over her face, "shit, Jon, everything is twirling."

"You need to cool down," Jon said, digging in her purse for a scrunchie and failing, "stay put-" he turned the purse over, emptying it's contents on her lap and grabbing the pink scrunchie, "there you go- Perfect" she looked like a yorkshire, with all her hair gathered to the top of her head.

Wendy let out a small smile, "can we go home?"

"Yeah, yeah, in a second," he pushed all the objects back inside her purse and rushed back to the driver's seat, "tell me if I have to pull over again, alright?"

"Hmmm," Wendy pressed her forehead to the window, swallowing in thickly, "was the last movie good?"

Jonah let out a surprised chuckle and squeezed her leg again, "it was amazing... Try napping, I'll wake you up as soon as we get there."

"I miss Vin," she said in a tiny voice, curling up against the door, "this fucking sucks."

Jonah cringed. He knew part of this was his fault. In his eagerness to have Vince stay at his place, it hadn't occurred him that Leo and Wendy avoided each other at all costs and that had severely impacted how many of her already scarce free hours she could spend visiting. Sure, Vince was now back to his own dorm, but clearly Wendy was still hung up on those six weeks she had barely seen him.

"I'm sorry, Dee," he rubbed her arm in an attempt to comfort her, "I'm gonna call him up as soon as we get to your place, okay? Better?"

She sniffled pitifully, "it's not fair," Wendy said, forehead pressed to the window and shivering violently, "I don't... I don't understand."

Jonah swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, speeding up "it's the fever speaking, Wen, try to get some rest..."

She hummed something unintelligible and pressed more against the door, curling up in her seat. Jon glanced her direction, but it seemed she had settled down.

He drove quietly, worry eating at him. The thought she had been feeling sick for a while and it had passed him by was unnerving, to put it mildly.

Just as they arriving back to her apartment building, Jon reached in, shaking her awake, "Wendy," he rubbed her arm, "Wen, I need your password to open the garage."

"Uhm?" she groaned, curling up further, "I don't feel good..."

"I know," Jonah kept the impatience from his voice, "I need your password to get the car inside the garage, Wendy."

"Ugh, it's..." she squinted, rubbing a hand over her face, struggling to remember, "2011"

"So very safe," Jon rolled his eyes, typing it in the keypad and then parking in one of the designated slots for guests. He sighed, turning off the car and getting out, circling it to her side and opening the door, "how steady are you feeling?"

"...'mnot a baby," Wendy groaned, grabbing his jacket and using it to hoist herself up. Jonah's hands hovered and, for a good reason, because the second she attempted to stand up straight, her knees gave in.

"o-kaAY!" Jonah huffed, putting her arms around his neck and picking her up, "grab your purse."

Wendy obeyed, then turned her face and pressed her nose to his shoulder, "I'm sick, Jon."

"Sherlock Holmes herself," he rolled his eyes, pushing the car door closed with his hip and walking towards the elevator. Inside the small, empty cubicle, he could hear very clearly as her stomach gurgled and Wendy hiccupped, muffling a sick burp.

"Don't puke on me," he warned her and Wendy nodded, not daring to open her mouth, face extremely pale. He cursed, pressing the button again, as if that could make the elevator go faster.

"Jon-" Wendy groaned a second later, squeezing his shoulder and struggling against him, "Jon- Put me-" she gagged, "put me down-"

He obeyed immediately, cursing under his breath as she bent in half and almost fell, causing him to have to grab her by the waist, "please, Wen... Just- We're almost there."

She nodded, breathing in deeply, letting it out through her mouth, not saying anything. Jonah almost jumped with relief when the elevator hit her floor and he grabbed her by the waist with both hands, pulling her out like a ragdoll.

Wendy groaned, bracing against the door of her apartment and clamping a hand against her mouth as she watched Jonah search for her key, "hu- HRURKK-" a retch interrupted her and Wendy groaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut, "hurry-"

"I'm going, I'm going-" Jonah turned the knob, "okay, c'mere-"

Although he grabbed her hand, Wendy pushed him off the way and staggered dizzily inside, hitting her desk with her hip and causing one of the trinkets to fall. She didn't stop.

There was no way she was making it to the suite, so instead she entered the kitchen area and leaned over the sink, gagging violently.

Jonah cringed, turning his face away, but walking closer despite his whole body wanting for him to leave. He rubbed her back with one hand, keeping the other on her waist in case her knees gave in again.

There was a loud, gross burp and then her whole frame shook and Jonah whimpered as he heard vomit falling inside the sink. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, rubbing her back a little harder and thumping on it when it seemed she was choking.

"You cannot have more to throw up, Wen-" his voice was thick with nausea and Jonah ducked his head, letting up a wet belch that burned his throat and offered zero relief. He felt stuffed to the gills, even though he really wasn't.

"Just-god," she whimpered, sounding dangerously close to tears, "leave then-" Wendy turned to glare at him and Jonah winced. Her hazel eyes were very green thanks to how bloodshot they were and she was vomit clinging to her chin. He fought a gag, knowing it'd only make the situation worse.

"I'm not leaving," Jonah scoffed, squeezing her nape, "you're small, there's no way you have more to hurl, is what I meant."

She promptly proved him wrong by groaning, "ohmygod-" and burying her head in the sink again, vomiting up an impressive amount and then dry heaving painfully.

Jon kept the hand that was on her waist put, but removed the one on her back in order to press his fist to his mouth as his whole spine shuddered with a retch.

"I..." she panted for air, trembling, "I- I think I'm done..."

No sooner had she turned the tap to rinse out the mess, Jonah was pushing her to the side and retching violently. It was too much and no amount of fighting it would do.

The hot dog, still tasting too close to the real thing, came up and his repulsion in seeing the bits and pieces clinging to the metallic inside of the sink was enough to send him into another burpy-gagging fit. Jonah groaned, loudly, and then gulped down some of the tap water, forcing up a burp that brought with it the still clear water and some chunks.

He gasped for air, braced against the sink's granite countertop, "sorry, Wen..." his throat was raw, chest heaving for air and Jonah turned to look at her... Only to find that Wendy was bent over the counter and crying, "hey..." he frowned, "why the hell are you crying?"

"You're sick and I'm gross and everything- everything hurts and I miss my boyfriend and your stupid boyfriend hates me and doesn't- doesn't want me around and my belly is so sick and-" she ranted on and Jonah couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Okay, Dee, you're delirious," he scoffed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving closer, cupping her face and wiping away the mascara tears with his thumbs, "let's put you to bed."

"No," she whined pitifully, leaning forward and hiding her face in his chest, "I'm gonna puke again."

"No way," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing her back and noticing the heat rolling off of her, "you need some meds too, darling."

"No..." she mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt and he scoffed.

"It wasn't up for debate," Jonah patted her naked thigh, "c'mon. Move, Wendy."

With much prodding and pushing, he managed to get her in the suite, lying on her side with a bucket by her head, still whining.

Jonah sighed, sitting next to her and pushing the stray hairs away from her eyes, "meds staying down?"

"Doubt," she mumbled, leaning over to spit in the bucket, "can you..." her cheeks turned red and Wendy frowned, then waved it away, "forget it."

"No," Jonah glared at her, "what is it?"

She hesitated for a second, then said in a small voice, "could you stay?"

"And get your flu from hell?" Jonah teased, but there had never been any other option in his mind. Her gaze dropped, wounded and disappointed, and he rolled his eyes, "don't be ridiculous, I'm not leaving when you're this sick, Wendy."

"But you're gonna catch it," the rebuttal was weak, colored with relief and he smiled.

"Yeah, because you care so much right now," Jonah got up, kicking off his shoes, "please, please don't puke on me," he crawled in the bed and Wendy let out a happy sigh, turning around so she could press her face to his arm.

"You're the best," she said sleepily and Jonah glared at the top of her head, his cheeks burning. He felt her scoot closer, all vulnerable and let out a groan, "really. I love you."

"Well, duh, you better," he said lightly, rubbing her back and then kissed the top of her head, figuring he was absolutely doomed after having Wendy breathe on his face as she had earlier, "I love you too. Now go the fuck to sleep."

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A story request for jack salter, where the reader is a pilot in the rival team and between her and jack is not only rivalry but a continuous teasing because they are secretly in love with each other.

Thank you in advance for the story🫶🏻

Thank you so much for your request. I Hope you like it. Also english is not my first language so I am sorry for mistakes.

I stood next to Jack on the track and watched the young gamers run laps to get stronger. I felt sorry for them, they had been running for a long time, Jack kept shouting at them to add more. I finally talked Jack into giving them a break when one of the boys threw up on the lawn. When it was just the two of you on the track, Jack sighed.,, Ahh why did I just take this job" I just giggled and rested my head on his shoulder.,, You took this job because you have a chance to help someone improve their life and also prove that money doesn't make you a good racer." he smiled at you and gently kissed your head.,,You're right as always." I just laughed and nodded. Suddenly a wave of nostalgia hit me.,,This all brings back memories."

Flashback

My race is about to start in a little while, I was just trying to calm down when they called me from outside that it was time. I got out of the trailers when I saw the other competitors here. "Hey, woman, you're going in the wrong direction, the kitchen is over there." This was exactly the behavior I expected, not everyone received you well, and some even felt determined that a woman should ride with them on the same track. I just brushed my hand over their behavior and went on my way starting box.

I was getting last minute instructions from my trainer. Finally, it was time to start the race. Together with many competitors, I went to the track for a warm-up lap. I was zig-zagging and trying to warm up the tires as best I could and then the green light came on and the race started. Everything was going well, I was slowly getting to the front of the race, overtaking all those who were mocking me, I had just worked my way up to third place and I only had two laps left until the end of the race. We were just in a section where there were a lot of turns, so I got the opportunity to remake the racer in advance. I tried to overtake the first competitor, but it was not possible. Every time I tried to make a maneuver, he blocked me, and in the end I finished in second place.

*Jack pov*

I finished in first place, but the competitor behind me was pretty hot on my heels, if we had more laps, she would probably have overtaken in the end. When they officially announced the winner and the second and third place, they asked the competitors to come to the podium and that's when I saw her. She took off her helmet and let her hair down, she was beautiful and, judging by the fact that she finished in second place, talented too. After they gave us medals and gave a speech, we went back to our caravans.When I saw her again she smiled at me and waved.,, Hey what's your name?" She called .,, uhhh .. Jack Salter and how about you." she smiled softly and said,,Y/N L/N it's good to know the name of the man I'll be trying to defeat." she said holding out her hand.,,Only in your dreams." I said shaking her hand.

And so began our rivalry period where we tried to outdo each other but in the end we developed feelings for each other.

A big 24-hour race (I forgot its name) was waiting for us. Jack and I wished each other good luck and the race began. Everything was going well when suddenly the racer in front of Jack lost control of the car and crashed into the barriers. The guardrails fell a short distance from Jack's car, causing it to catch fire.I just managed to stop my car before I hit something too. The road was unpleasant, so there was no point in trying to continue the race. As soon as I stopped I tried to get out of my car. When I managed to do it, I ran to Jack's car.,,Jack, are you okay, Jack, please answer." I shouted when I ran to the car. There was coughing from inside, so I tried to open the car door. Finally, I managed and I helped Jack out of the car, I also quickly helped him take off his burning gloves.,,Are you alright, are you hurt somewhere?" I asked him with fear in my voice, "No, I feel fine, you don't need to cry." I didn't realize that I was crying until that moment. I wiped my face with my hand and I said in a trembling voice, "I was so worried about you, for a while I thought I lost you." I sniffed. "That wouldn't happen, I'll always come back to you." he said looking into my eyes."I love you Y/N." he said and gently caressed my cheek. Even though I was still crying I smiled, "I love you too." Jack slowly leaned in and kissed me. After Jack was taken to the hospital, I returned to the cafe where my trainer was waiting. "Not a word," I said. But the coach just nodded his head and said I should watch the news. There was a video of me kissing Jack on almost every channel. My whole face turned red and I turned off the TV. End of Flashback Since then I started dating Jack and it was the best stage of my life. We are now working together on the Gran Turismo project and I couldn't be happier. Teaching what I love with the man I love is a dream come true.

If you have request please I will be more than happy to write it.