#alex james fluff
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COUNCIL ESTATE
bff!liam gallagher x fem!reader
90s!alex james x fem!reader
Summary : After getting adopted, y/n looses touch with her best friend but bumps into his years later at her boyfriend's award show. For both of them, everything's changed.
Warning : southerner bashing (?)
MASTERLIST
1987
Black adidas hit the floor of the science block in power filled strides. Ripped tights, a rolled up skirt, an untucked jumper and a blazer smothered in patches and badges of different bands and brands.
Y/n Y/l/n was the rebellion of Barlow Roman Catholic High School. In her cherry red blazer's inside pocket was a walkman, it's headphones infront of her messy bun and on her ears. The sound of I Wanna Be Sedated danced through her ears as she made her way to first period with a Greggs' sausage roll in hand and three more stashed in her messanger bag that swung against her hip.
Two sausage rolls for 50p was going to be the death of her.
Her science teacher, Mr Wright, didn't bother too much about his students excuse making ability and basically worked off students being in school late was better than them being absent, so she didn't have to frey detention.
"Hiya Sir."
Y/n's y/f/c nail polished hand pushed the light wood, possibly oak, door open to reveal the middle aged man trying to teach the room full of teenagers about, she looked to the chalkboard at the front of the class, plant and animal cells. She pulled off her headphones,resting them on her shoulders and pausing the tape. Her body skipped it's way to the back of the room where her friends where sat, originally bored out their brains and now holding their hands out to her for the food.
"Good for you to finally join us y/f/n. Your book's in the box at the back."
She gave a nod at the direction, face screwing up at the use of her christened name. Her bag was discarded on the varnished desk which for some reason was always sticky, ew, and she stretched to the box that sat around a meter away from her to get the yellow workbook.
When her book was opened and the date and title had been scribbled down at the top of the white page in a cheap black biro, the y/h/ced teen looked to her left to find her friend basically staring into her soul.
"What's your issue Liams ?"
"Food ? "
The realisation hit her and she mumbled an 'alreat' as she pulled the two hot sausage rolls and the bottle of coke out of her bag. As she put the stock down on the table between their books and poundshop pens, Liam past her the £1.30 for the things he'd asked her to buy when she'd ran his house from a phone box and told him she'd missed the bus and was therefore going past the highstreet on her way to school.
She almost immediatly pulled out Anna's stuff and passed the sauage roll bag to the girl sat infront of them, who past three ten pences over in the other hand.
After sorting out everyone elses purchases, Y/n got out her bottle of y/f/d.
Finally she actually started paying attention to the lesson Mr Wright was already on the small halfway pop quiz he did at the begining of a subject.
"And y/f/n, "
He pointed the small sparkly red finger pointer stick, which he used for the quizes to try and make them more fun, at the back of the room. Said fourteen year old jumped up dramatically,
"And the powerhouse of the cell is called ?"
"Mitochondria !"
A running joke in the lesson after Liam had asked if that was a disease in the first sub-topic.
The next period of the day was undoubtable the worst.
Maths.
If the subject alone wasn't enough to make y/n want to claw her eyes out and produce them in a smoothie, the rotten Miss Alans was definatly the thing to top off her hatrid of it.
"She 'as it out f'me Liams, wear down."
"Aye. Well as much as I love yeh Birdy, Imma 'ave to leave yeh to it."
Liam had maths next door to y/n.
Mr Lowton.
He literally gave them sweets if they participated and got the answer wrong !
The younger girl gave a grumble as she entered the room and pulled her chair out to slouch down in. A plastic, uncomfortable seat square front-center of the class.
She was a 'trouble maker' according to the old witch.
Honestly, you miss one mass for a concert. Just one.
That was one of the downsides to going to a catholic school, they made sure you went to mass each weekend.
The class dragged on longer than normal, triganometry really could test time's ability to become a tortoise, and half an hour of 'Mary had a little lamb' could really test your sanity's ability to stay strong.
Mary had a little lamb, whose fur was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.
At least that's what she had been singing in her head for the past twenty odd minutes, she wasn't certain the lyrics where spot on but who'd know ?
Y/n was smacked out of her thoughts by a wooden 30cm ruler striking her fingers.
Pain struck through her hand like lightening to a metal rod and she bit her lip furiously in attempt to muffle the screeched curses.
"Miss y/l/n, will you pay attention in my class !"
The strong southern accent shouted through the room, echoing off the walls.
That was another thing y/n couldn't stand about the victorian woman, bloody thatcherite. The greying fifty-eight year old carried on the lesson as if nothing had happened.
bla, bla, bla
sin, cos, tan
The next ten minutes where filled with y/n's mind picturing graphic ways of murdering, or at the very least seriously injuring, the woman pacing infront of the class of petrified teenagers.
A sharpened ruler to the neck; instant slicing, blood spurting out of little sticking out tubey things. It was her favourate image at the moment.
She occationally looked down to her hands, which hadn't moved since the ruler incident. A violet line had become more prominent through them by now and the pain had subsided a smidge.
Maths was the only lesson she'd ever received physical punishments in. Most would say the canes where hell, but those chalkboard dusters hurt like a bitch, especially when at a velosity from being lobbed at your shoulders with the power of one of those shotputs at the olympics.
By the time the lesson was over, y/n was more than ready to leave. She was the first out of the room, waiting infront of next-door's chipped green paint door for the mouthy arses that where Liam Gallagher and Anna Mallons.
Anna was out already and was munching happily on the now cold sausage roll. Liam however was busy chatting indoors so appeared when y/n did, too with a half-ate sausage roll.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe what Sammy told me."
Sammy was Anna's cousin. He was a year older than Anna and Liam, two years older than y/n seeing how she was the baby of the bunch, unfortunatly born at the end of August. He lived in Ireland still with Anna's aunty and gran.
She didn't leave anytime for either to answer with a question before dramatically whispering an answer, showing whatever was going on in Castledurg.
" Aye well, y'know how his school had a colaboration and now girls go there too ? Well there's this one girl and she's joined the,"
She serveyed the area to check for any eavesdroppers before whispering the final part of the sentence.
", the IRA."
The group two paused.
After a minute, probably only a few seconds, y/n grabbed the top of Anna's arm, the red v-neck jumper scrunching up slightly where she had a hold of.
"Anna, that's not'in to be joking about."
"I'm not jokin' y/n, honest to God."
The group remained silent for a moment before Liam abruptly started, basically shouting, about the newest Stone Roses song.
One way to kill the awkward.
The weekend came round slow as per usual.
Y/n was still hung up on the news that a girl in Tommy's class was apart of the IRA.
Sure, she knew that they recruited teenagers, but the knowledge of someone she was friends with knowing one of them was a slight culture shock. They where the kind of people that gave people like her a bad reputation. Poor little immigrant kids, the reputation of terrorists. One of the reasons she faced so much everyday.
She was slouched on her bed on Saturday. Layed in black joggers and a Man City top, one of the ones Liam had outgrew, whilst This Charming Man played on repeat on the record player in the corner. There was no way she could afford it by herself, it was Anna's old one that she gave her as a present when she got a new one. She was relaxed, reading the latest Girl Talk magazine on her bed without any worry other than being concerned about how dead her ends where. Unfortunatly that relaxation was abruptly destroyed by Sister Mackles opening the door.
Sister Mackles was one of the nicer nuns in the orphanage, well nice as long as you stayed on her good side and lucky for y/n she always managed to keep herself in the nun's good books.
"Morning sister."
"Y/f/n dear, quick there's a family here to see you."
Her rushed voice almost caused y/n's heart to stop.
Had she misheard her ?
She must have, the older kids nearly never got adopted.
You hit eight and all hopes where thrown out the window.
She just needed to check.
" 'm sorry sister, what d'ya just say ?"
"Honestly child, there's a family here to see you. "
The woman turned around from removing the record from the pin and threw a dress at the girl to change into.
"Be downstairs in five minutes, the staff dining room."
Y/n gave a nod as the nun closed the door behind her, quickly jumping up and closing her curtains.
She carefully pulled on a pair of sheer black tights and a bra seeing how she wasn't having to wear one before. The brown and dark turquoise dress that had a sort of peacock pattern on it was pulled over her head and down, it ended just as her thighs began. The collar was brown and so where the short sleeves whilst the main body of the clothing item was the kind of peacock pattern.
As she was about to leave the room, y/n realised she had a minute or two left and so fluffed up her hair, the bird's nest having had a cut the day prior and so rested in the most unnatural way possible.
She pulled it back with a big black headband, pulling a few strands to frame her face a bit before flicking on some mascara and lipgloss.
Before leaving the band merchandised room, she pulled on her pair of black adidas that she usually wore as school shoes.
A soft knock occured when her shaking fist made contact with the brown varnished door.
She cursed herself for giving such a bad first impression, an impression before the first impression.
The door was quickly opened by the head nun of the orphanage, the woman who ruined y/n's world every. single. day. Her face was that of one you always felt a need to punch. A grumpy old woman with the personality of a dead squirrel. Her top lip always drooped of the bottom one, her eyes always showed grey and dead emotion. She had whisps on her top lip and wrinkles on every possible area of her face.
Y/n hated her.
"Good for you to finally join us y/f/n."
cow.
The teenager restrainted herself from scowling at the corpse infront of her, the woman let her in and harshly closed the door behind.
A group of orphans had snuck into hiding spots to try and find out what all the fuss had been about that morning, mainly trying to figure out why y/n y/l/n was wearing an appropriate outfit.
No baggy trousers, no cut up and cropped t-shirts. No black eye makeup or safety pins in her clothes. No band logos or scuffed up boots. A dress without holes on or that didn't show of her body in a manner which they was taught was inappropriate.
A y/n y/l/n who had been de-y/n y/l/n-ed.
When she'd been sat down by Sister Mackles, y/n was able to see the people who had apparently been thinking of adopting her.
Getting this to stage in the adoption process meant that the couple infront of her hadn't been discouraged by her record; the record that showed how y/n was a social misfit and reject, the record that said "Y/f/n finds it difficult to maintain relationships", the quote "not suitable for (...)" used at least ten times amungst the 3 peices of A4.
The record that only showed her bad qualities.
Getting to this stage in the adoption process meant that she wasn't always seen as a negitive thing in life. Sure, they knew she wasn't good at maths already because her detention record was involved in the summary they'd already been shown but she could tell them all about how she could quote Shakespeare off by heart, and that Percy Byshee-Shelley was one of her favourate poets. They knew she failed every science test she was handed, but they didn't know she could correctly answer 89% of her sociology exam.
Getting to this stage in the adoption process meant that she could actually have a chance of getting out of this ditch.
"Hi, you must be y/f/n."
Okay what the actual-
Southeners.
"I'm Clara and this is my husband James."
"God Clars, stop being so formal you're gonna scare the kid off."
The man next to Clara, also a southener, laughted before speaking to the girl sat with an overly confused expression on her face.
"It's nice to finally meet you y/f/n we've been waiting ages to get to introduce ourselves to you."
"And we think you would really fit in with out family."
As Clara spoke again, her husband muttered something with a laugh. Something about being a tad bit too eager.
She looked down at their outfits, Anna always said you could tell near everything about a person by what they wore.
James was in a brown coilderoid suit whilst Clara was in a knee length blue marble skirt and a tucked in, but still baggy, Beatles top. It seamed that she had been wearing a leather jacket, one being over the back of her chair. Y/n had a similar one hung up in her wardrobe, only it had about a hundred studs in it and an accidentaly slightly ripped sleeve.
Okay, maybe they where half decent people.
There was a slightly awkward silence and small talk made but when the extra nuns had left the room to attent to dutys, Mackles being the only one in the room, y/n became more comfortable.
"Urm, so you like the Beatles ?"
She asked the question and nodded slightly to the hard days night top Clara was wearing.
The bleached blonde woman gave a laugh.
"How could I not, they're literally the best band to ever exist."
A small smile ran across y/n's glossed lips, which subquencly brought a smile onto Clara's.
"Me mate Liams would say the same. The guy literally worships John Lennon."
"Oh is he an orphan, we didn't see anyone called Liam on the list here ? If you're more comfortable with him we can always adopt-"
Clara began frantically speaking, worry lacing her facial features.
"Oh urm no, he's just a mate from school. Total nutter but a good heart like ."
At her words y/n had realised that they where planning on her moving down south with them.
She wouldn't be staying in Manchester's borough, nevermind Burnage.
In all honesty she didn't mind moving. Up here there was only Liam and Anna. Plus, bring adopted at 14 was a rare occurance and if she was being given the oppotunity she sure as hell wasn't letting it slip.
They would understand right ?
The chance to have a family, she couldn't leave that just because she'd have to move.
She could always visit, call, letters. It wasn't like she'd become totally alienated from them.
The only thing she wasn't too keen on down south was the southeners.
Growing up in North-West England as an Irish Catholic kid, you where taugh that they're worse than sin. Monsters who where out to reduce you to dust, but Clara and James didn't seem like that so maybe it'd be okay ?
After a few more minutes mindless conversation began, a finally relaxed atmosphere of untopiced talk and a small debate over whether the Cure or the Smiths where better.
"Oh we've actually brought our other two children with us, we just wanted to get to know you first before we bombarded you with Luka and Mauve."
"Alreat, it'd be nice to meet 'em."
Clara gave another beaming smile before leaving the room to get them.
She already knew a bit about the two children of James and Clara, they'd come up in conversation at the begining.
Luka was adopted as well. He was sixteen, two years older than her. He played the drums and was a punk, something that y/n thought was one of the coolest things since the walkman. Mauve was originally their neice but her parents, James' brother and sister-in-law, had died in a plane crash when she was nine months meaning she'd been living with them for as long as she could remember. She was six and wanted to be an artist when she grew up.
As they waited for her to return with the others, James started the conversation on the Beatles back up.
"So, favourate Beatle ?"
"George Harrison."
"Really ?"
His face filled with surprise,
"Most would say McCatney or Lennon."
"Aye, but did Lennon and McCartney write Here Comes The Sun ?"
"That's your favourate song ?"
"No, but is a good tune like."
"Fair enough."
Before the short conversation carried on, the squeaky door opened to reveal a leather trousers and vest wearing spikey blonde haired teenager. He looked like a teenage version of Billy Idol. He wore an ACDC top with the leather outfit and had smudgy eyeliner on.
She felt so underdressed.
Holding his hand was a small girl with brown pigtails on either side of her head, a plain, pale pink top and high-waised blue jeans with red and pink flowers and a large purple butterfly embroided up the left leg. She had a denim jacket on with a few band pins on.
Okay even a six year old was better dressed than her.
This is depressing.
1996
Y/f/c fabric stroked against the red carpets of Earls Court as y/n made her way back over to Blur's table with a tray of drinks that she'd been asked to go and get for the boys by one of their management team that was attending the event. They where sat on the edge of their seats collecting the award for their third nomination of the night when she'd left. By the time she had made her way back to the seats, they where all sat down and eagerly waiting for their drinks to numb tge pain of yet again being beaten by their mancunian nemises'.
She gave a light tap on her boyfriend's shoulder to tell him not to flinch whilst she put the tray on the table, knowing soneone suddenly appearing from behind him would make him move. Once she had placed the slight dewy tray in the center of the table, she felt a pair of hands rest themselves on her waist and a gentle force pulling her down into the lap of none other than Mr Alex James.
His scent of cigarettes and colone took over her sences as he pulled her in for a short and rough kiss. After a moment, they where deattached by y/n needing her glass of champagne. She took a large sip before moving herself off of his lap and onto her own designated seat right next to him, not without a whine of complain from the brunette.
She gave a small laugh at his pouting face.
Whilst Chris Evans gave two awards for the solo artist catagories, Blur tuned out of the show. They didn't need to listen to them seeing how they weren't involved in them awards.
Graham had busied himself complaining to y/n about how unfair it was and how they where going to get killed by Food if Oasis beat them in the British group catagory, whichcwas next after the female solo artist award.
Alex shushed the pair as the radio host began to speek again, after Annie Lennox had left the stage with the award identical to the three Graham had just told y/n about..
"And the nominees for the British Group award are ; Blur, Lightning Seeds, Radiohead Oasis and Pulp."
Cheers echoed through everyone's hearing, the table growing silent in antisipation. They all knew that if Oasis beat them they'd never hear the end of it from the men's management.
Trying to ease the built up tension, y/n placed a hand on Alex's tensed one, the one which was starting to grip desperatly onto her waist as if not only would he loose the award but also her.
"I bagsy first shoutout when you win and have to do a speech ."
Alex gave her an unamused look, quickly been silenced by Evan's next word.
"Oasis !"
Y/n's mood dropped along with the rest of the table's, the rowdy lot she lratically grew up with swaggering their way to the microphone again.
The second flute of golden champagne was finished off as she slouched in her chair and tipped the glass up over her mouth and nose as the strong accent pounded through the speakers. All she could think of was how much he'd changed since she'd saw him last.
"His accent's so fake."
A mutter under her breath caused confusion amungst the band, she hadn't realised how loud she'd said the words, or that she'd said them outloud at all.
Her boyfriend turned to her, his arms dropping over the head of her chair and his attention being pulled away from the mockery on the stage. Alex gave her a bizzare look.
"How ?"
The girl froze like a deer in headlights for a second, eventually coming up with a believeable answer
"Well, you know. I'd lived in Manchester my whole life up till I was fourteen and i've never heard anyone's accent be that strong."
She shrugged off the question with a simple answer, turning back to the stage to watch the Gallagher brothers walking off, not without Liam catching her eyes and giving a look.
"I'm going to the loo."
She rushed pushing back of her chair back caused a sort of russle from the carpet to sound quietly. Almost robotically, she grabbing her clutch bag and walking off before anyone could say anything.
Y/n walked calmly out of the double doors that led to the fresh air circulated foyé, not going to the toilets but instead waiting for the appearance of the man that she knew would follow her.
A few seconds later, none other than Liam Gallagher strolled through the double doors that had been taunting y/n, acting like he owned the place.
"Well 'ello Birdy. Long time no see 'ey."
A smirk graced his features, she'd never wanted to punch someone in the face so much, not even that witch of a head-nun from the orphanage.
"What do you think you're playing at Liam."
Her hand rested on her hip as she spoke, she didn't need to worry about anyone overhearing the reunion conversation seeing how everyone was in the main hall, like she was suposed to be.
"Oh nothin'. Just wondered if that little boyfriend of yours knew who you really are. Y'know, I don't thing he be too happy if he knew you grew up with us and r'kid."
"Oh shut up."
She scoffed at his comment, anger appearing more distinctivly on her features.
"Nah like, all i'm saying is you use that posh accent like you're not just one of us."
She gave a further look of annoyance at his words.
"Look lad, just 'cause I have pronunciation-"
"You wearing Chanel ?"
At his rude interuption of her point-making, y/n scoffed. She looked down, becoming slightly silenced.
Okay so she was wearing Chanel. Her dress, diamond strapped heels, her crossbody bag, even her stud earings.
"Not that it matters, but yes I happen to be wearing Chanel."
Also, since when did Liam pick up the ability to desyther if a dress was Chanel !
An obnoixious laugh echoed through the empty room at her answer, he was somewhat annoyed with how she was acting while she was down right fuming at how he was behaving.
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at him.
"What d'you think you're laughing at."
''Ah just, he doesn't know you at all 'ey"
"What are you going on about Liam ?!"
She ran the chipped y/f/c polished nails through her hair.
"Why are you being so bloody difficult right now."
Okay. So genuinly getting emotion right now.
Her old bestfriend, her only bestfriend ever, was shooting a million and a half questions at her but answering none of her's.
She wanted this interaction to be over.
She wanted Alex, but she was starting to crave for Liam's approval all over again, like she always had done as a kid.
She was so annoyed with herself.
"Y'know, you've changed Birdy. I don't know what story you fed them posh southern bastards about your upbringing which made them accept you, or whatever relationships you 'ave goin' on, but all the money in the world can't scrub off the smell of council estate."
With that, he walked off.
His words hurt her.
Liam Gallagher had been her rock growing up, the person who solved all her issues, the one who stopped all the pain and misery.
Someone made fun of her ? Liam stopped it.
She spent her last 30p trying to contact the grandparents she'd found the number of through sneaking through records ?
Liam was always there to tell her how they didn't deserve her.
When she got adopted and moved down south, she lost her bestfriends and her support.
She found a small amount of comfort in music still, a connection to Manchester through Revolver, eventually getting a job as a article writer for Food Records. That's also when she'd met Alex, working for Food at age eighteen.
He was touring, she was working.
Her mind ran back to Liam's stinging comment.
Sure she'd improved herself to be acknowledged in the patriarchle society she worked in, but she hadn't changed per say.
She talked more properly, but that was because people couldn't understand her northen accent.
She wore nicer clothes, more expensive brands. Still that was because she like nice things, not in a egotistical was, just she thought they looked pretty and she could afford them. That wasn't changing, she would've bought them if she lived in Manchester still and could afford them.
Sure Alex didn't know exactly that she'd grew up with the Gallagher brothers, but that just hadn't really popped up in conversation.
He knew she didn't grow up in the nicest of places, but he didn't care for her background's status like he did alot of the time with other people, he just cared about her.
To both y/n and Alex, she was just a normal twenty-three year old. She had a mum and dad and an older brother who was a big part of her life and a little sister who she adored more than everything under the sun. Over the time Clara and James had been her parents, they'd adopted three more children. Two more younger brothers, Finley and Logan, and another little sister, Zoe. She lived for them, even when Zoe threw up over her favourate jumper.
Pulling herself from her memories, y/n sprits some perfume on her wrist and rubbed in it as well as on her neck. She built up some confidence and made her way back to Blur's table.
When she had sat herself back in the comfortable, red cushioned chair, she found Alex looking at her in concern.
"You okay ? You look like you've just seen a ghost Darling."
"I'm fab, don't worry. Want another drink ?"
He gave a hum, handing her the empty glass as she stood up and asked the rest of the group if they wanted refills.
As she walked off something lingered in her mind, a pain stabing her joints.
The smell of council estate lingering around her.
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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? She decides to surprise him at the paddock and because there are so many people, she almost collides with someone on a scooter (drivers maybe?). But James seeing her early, decides to be her knight in shining armor and save her and someone captures that exact moment on their phone/camera. The next day, the news about them is everywhere and everybody's crazy about it. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!!! :))
The sweetest couple on the paddock - James Vowles
Pairing: James Vowles x Wife!reader
Requested by: Anon
Masterlist<3
Warning: fluff, bad English, cute moments, cute couple, reminiscing, wedding memories, first date mentioned.
Word count: 529
As I walked through the paddock, simply looking around, nowhere to go nor to be at the moment, I’m waiting for James to finish an interview about his expectations on this weekend’s race. I was walking with earphone, so I didn’t hear Alonso’s warning to leave the way of his scooter, but the only thing I fell is two strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me into a strong chest, my head collides with the chest, instantly I’m filled with a comforting scent that I recognize without needing to look up, my arms instinctively wrap around him: “Thank you for saving me.” I whisper to him before kissing his cheek softly and resting my face on his shoulder: “Honey… I love you, I would never let anything happen to you, my princess.” He kissed my forehead softly, his lips staying there for a second before he showed me that handsome smile I fell in love with, I smiled back at him lovingly. Then we hear the cameras clicking and we remember where we are, he wraps only one arms around my waist and starts guiding me to his office so we can have some privacy to talk before going home.
“Okay… So they might have caught us in a… Private moment? I don’t know, that’s definitely going to the internet-” He started rambling, but I interrupted him: “And…? Honey, it’s not like we have never had a sweet moment like that one before, we’ve never hid our love from the public, I don’t think one sweet kiss on the forehead is going to change that, and besides we look lovely in this picture” I say smiling at him lovingly, showing my phone with the news ‘Sweetest couple on the paddock, yes or definitely?’ He laughs softly at the headline, then he sees the picture and his smile widens, we really do look like the most adorable couple in that picture. I downloaded the picture and set it as my lockscreen: “Send it to me, I want to use it as my background as well, this picture reminds me of our first date.” He says smiling at me lovingly, our first date was one of a kind, the weather cast said it’d be sunny all day, so he planned the most perfect picnic date, we’d go and sit beside a lake, eat and he had bought us movie tickets for a movie I said I was really excited to go watch, but suddenly it started raining, so he looked at me apologetically, apologising for the rain destroying our date, after I reassured him that it was not his fault at all and that I still enjoyed the date, I knew back then he was the one for me. He told me on our wedding day in his vows that he also knew the moment I didn’t blame him for our date being ‘ruined’ by the rain that I was the one for him, in his words: “That day, I knew I had found my soulmate, the one I thought only existed in fairytales, the one I would gladly look for in every life. My one and only, my princess.”
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Are we all on the same page about Alex calling Henry 'princess' in bed, or are there folks still fooling themselves?
#red white and royal blue#red white and royal blue movie#rwrb#alexander claremont diaz#rwrb alex#prince henry of wales#prince henry george edward james hanover stuart fox#firstprince#thoughts#spilled ink#nicholas galitzine#taylor zakhar perez#alex x henry#rwrbedit#rwrb fic#alex calls henry princess#casey mcquiston#incorrect quotes#funny#fluff#princess#pet names#i love them#book quotes#rwrb book
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"i'm not your trophy" || uni damon
pairing: 90s/uni damon albarn x reader
word count: 1.008
warnings: smutish
prompt: damon and reader have known each other forever but never got along. at last they have ended up in bed together.
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Three loud knocks shook my brain awake. One thin stripe of sunlight nearly blinded me as I tried to open my eyes, and a thicker one was drenching my bare shoulder in warmth.
“Yeees,” I grumbled into my pillow and an arm suddenly moved from on top of me to lay next to my face. Shit. Every little detail of last night flashed before my shut eyes in an instant. I moved my head from the sunlight and tried again to open my aching eyes.
“It’s nearly 10! Do you want breakfast or not?” my best friend Cassie shouted rhetorically through the door. Two more knocks and I propped myself up on my elbows, my breasts nearly exposed to Damon next to me. He too had opened his eyes and was glancing at me smugly. I shifted slightly under the covers and came to the conclusion that I was fully nude.
“Stay here.”
“I want breakfast!” he introjected way too loudly. I hushed him immediately but Cassie was already giggling on the other side of the door.
“Is that Damon?”
“Fuck me,” I muttered and shoved my face into my pillow again. “Don’t!” I said and lifted my head again, stopping Damon’s inevitable comment.
“Come onnnn,” Cassie shouted between giggles and she knocked again.
His palm pressed against my rib cage and his lips refused to leave mine, shoving me into my dormitory back first. The sharp corner of my desk pierced into the side of my hip suddenly, but all I could do was laugh into Damon’s mouth. The last two shots had ensured my pain receptors were completely out of order for the next hour or so.
I spotted the bruise in passing as I shimmied past my full body mirror to my left, my duvet draped very poorly over my body. I rummaged through my underwear drawer desperately and managed to slide a pair on, just as I noticed my t-shirt from last night that hung off the top of my dresser.
Damon’s fingers tugged on the stretchy fabric and pulled my t-shirt over my head swiftly, only leaving my lips for a second. He tossed it across my small room somewhere behind him and seconds later I was on my back with my cool pillow against my neck. His hand had already found the button of my jeans.
“Don’t break tradition!” Damon protested and threw his own t-shirt at me. I looked down at the grey shirt by my feet and remembered all the girls that had paraded around in his baggy shirts and smug smiles all around the refectory during breakfast.
“I’m not your trophy,” I stated and slipped my own shirt on instead. It was closely followed by pulling my jeans on as well.
“Okay. Maybe I’m your trophy.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, and then Cassie banged on the door again.
“If I tell you it’s boring news you fucked Damon, will you come out? They’ll seriously close the kitchen in 5 minutes.”
“Oh, shout it a bit louder, would you?!”
”Can we- Can you-” I stammered and failed to finish my sentence, as I watched him squeeze into an oversized top of mine. It fit him tightly over the chest and the deep cut of the neck left his collar bones exposed.
I was sat on top of him, my knees digging into my soft mattress on either side of his bony hips. My lips were attached to his left collar bone and his soft pleased grunts fell into my tangled hair as I sucked a bruise into his skin.
I stared at the dark red spot for a second too long, while Damon slipped into his blue jeans again.
“Sorry, you have a few of those too,” he grinned. He wasn’t really sorry. I spun around to study the visible parts of my body and found two large hickeys down the side of my neck.
“I feel about 15,” I muttered and rolled my eyes as I turned back around.
“I feel hungry.”
Damon made a quick decision and dragged me with him, firmly gripping my wrist, and unlocked the door. On the other side of it stood Cassie with a massive smile and a giggle on its way out.
“This didn’t happen,” I stated and waved my hand around in the air between me and Damon.
“I think Damon’s been wanting this since year one, have you not?” Cassie laughed, stepping into possibly risky territory. Cassie didn’t know Damon very well, apart from having been dragged into multiple drunken arguments between the two of us. Damon and I had grown up together, always known each other but never gotten on. It wasn’t until we began going to the same parties, especially the uni ones, that we really began talking to one another. And those talks were always heated discussions to say the least.
“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” Damon singsonged jokingly and Cassie and him giggled in unison.
“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” he had drunkenly breathed into my ear, while his one hand clasped my two wrists, pinning them down above my head. Not a single giggle could be heard.
We paraded into the half full refectory and gained a few looks. I saw the whispers but couldn’t hear them over the rest of the loud rumbling of conversation.
I slid away to an empty table nearby and sank down with a heavy sigh. The hangover was catching up with me. Cassie gave me a questioning look and Damon copied it.
“I’m not hungry,” I said with a steady voice.
“I fed you enough last night, huh?” Damon said with an intentionally loud voice and some of the other voices died down around the room as a reaction. The silliness of the purple low cut top hugging his torso teamed with his smug grin made me exhale another deep sigh and roll my eyes.
“Plenty,” I settled and nodded my head reluctantly as I sank down further in my seat.
#i don't have the energy to proof read this one last time istg i hope its good and makes sense#graham coxon#blur#alex james#dave rowntree#damon albarn#90s#britpop#smut#fluff#angst#y/n#au#fic#imagine#damon albarn x reader
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Evan Peters
Persuasion (smut)
Tate Langdon
Shower shenanigans (smut)
Kit Walker..
Protection (reader takes a punishment for kit)
Morning bliss (smut)
Kyle Spencer..
String lights (pre death fluff)
Communication (frankenkyle smut)
James Patrick March
Birthday wish (fluff)
Kai Anderson
Unholy (smut)
Whip (pre cult kai smut)
Alex
After hours (smut)
Warren Lipka
Finish on a high (smut)
Caught in the act (smut)
The Evans
Their signs and heights
How they would react to you having your period
Headcanons
Being frat Kyle's girlfriend (with tattoos)
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・
ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE
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MARVEL:
-Bucky Barns:
Oneshots:
Pillow fight - fluff
Lair - requested - fluff
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CELEBRITIES:
-Alex Turner:
Oneshots:
Sugar - fluff Pt.2 - smut
Blurbs:
Dates with Alex Turner - fluff
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Requests: open!
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The Dragon and the Sacrifice
Link for the fic: The Dragon and the Sacrifice
Author: LadyJekyll
Relationship: Greg Davies/Alex Horne
Additional tags:
Alternate Universe - Fantasy
that's it that's the tags
Dragons
Human Sacrifice
Fluff
RPF
kind of
nod to nmj
brief mention of characters such as
tim key - Freeform
mark watson - Freeform
james acaster - Freeform
ardal o'hanlon - Freeform
rhod gilbert - Freeform
Prompt:
fantasy alt u
Alex is the sacrifice for the village and Greg is the big scary dragon
#january 2024#prompt: Jan 2024 fills#r: greg davies/alex horne#author: LadyJekyll#tag: alternate universe#tag: dragons#tag: human sacrifice#tag: fluff#tag: RPF#tag: no more jockeys#tag: Tim Key#tag: Mark Watson#tag: James Acaster#tag: Ardal O'Hanlon#tag: Rhod Gilbert
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ROOMATES PART ONE
Willne x James Marriott x Alex Elmslie
Will ,Alex and James were roomates.The typical college roomate kind-s unsure of their next step life,trying out everything they couldnt get away with at home.
Will was an arrogant,rude,stubborn,cocky, selfish,possesive and worst of all he used people for his own gain.The worst traits you could bring up in a person were covered up by the fat that he was a fun loving popular guy.He was well like and its all he neede to cover up allot his insecurities.His days consisted of drinking from dawn till dusk and fucking anything that was walking-it didnt matter to Will ,the abyss he needed to fill was only getting deeper each day.
Alex was innocent and soft,so easily manipulated-the kind of person you would use for their homework or the person you would fuck when you would get to drunk because all Alex seemed to crave was attention.
James was smart and conffident,he was protective and strong.He was an oprotunistic shit that used over situation to his own advantage.He was nothing like Will,he was kind and caring ,yet whenever the oprotunity came he would sink his teeth into his nearest victim.
It was a typical college party.
They all got ready for the night and as the party was reaching its climax-and they got way too drunk it was finally time to dance of the alcohol in their blood.
Alex swung his hips on the dance floor as if he was seducing all of the 200 people in the room.He craved the attention,the way people wished they could take him right then and there.All of his moves were calculated ,he spun around his own orbit like a carousel .He viewed himself through a film camera-every laugh ,movement and word were scripted to perfection.James creeped up to Alexs contorted body,and it was all too fast.Suddenly their lips were connecting and dancing in tandem,their tounges lapped at one anothers.
Its just what Alex craved.Fuck human connection,all he wanted was the feeling of being wanted anyways.James didnt mind though,he knew what Alex wanted and he was happy to provide and play Alexes silly games.Their hand explored each otheres bodies and soon they found a spare and most importantly empty room.
Alex didnt understand how fast his face ended up in some strangers mattress.All he knew that he was begging James to fuck him like a bitch that he is.
"James fucki-fuckin just fuck me already please!!"
James knew that he had Alex wrapped around his finger.He needed to have fun with his new found trophy.
"You are such a stupid fucking slut Alex,you forget your manners"
"P-Please daddy just fuck me already!"
James loved to hear boy beg for his cock,he loved training,disciplining and breaking boys in.
"Good boy.Was it so hard to think an original thought you worthless fucking whore"
James entered Alexes hole and he didnt give a single shit if he was hurting Alex.At this point-hurting people was the only thing getting James to cum,he wanted to rule over whoever he was fucking,he wanted any man and woman beg for his forgiveness at his feet -right where they belonged.
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Will didnt mean to overhead this.He didnt want to.He didnt want James to choose Alex over him.He was perfect-his looks had men and women drooling over him like dogs,he could easily pick out any clown at this party to take to bed.But he wanted to climb mount everest-he wanted the unachievable .He wanted James Marriott.
Will felt sick and with every fiber in his body he faught not to burst in to the room-he could actually kill Alex now,because out of all people -James drunked cock wandered to Alex.Will was red with jealusy .
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James gave Alex what he wanted.He used him,gave him a few seconds in the spotlight.For a second he looked at Alexes peacefull sleepy body and he debated why he couldnt he just give his parters the love they deserved,but dominating and ruining his toys was better than showing emotion.He creeped out of the bed they fucked on.He didnt want to show emotion-after all he was a calculated man.So he slowly closed the door behind him only to meet Will right infront of his eyes.Will was barely holding it together,leaning against the wall swing around a bottle of Rum and barely making coherent sentences.
"Are you well mate?"James felt a bit a confused while asking this.
"You know ,everybody wants me and i can give you the chance to fuck me instead of that stupid brainless slut."Will said with almost no tone change or expression to his face,he sounded like he was finally brought off his high horse.
"Youve had too much to drink Will ,lets go home mate"
Will could barely breathe,why was James treating him like he was stupid?He was drunk,not stupid.For the first time in these few months at Uni ,Will saw who James was.James used people,and like opposite magnets cant help but atract without ever touching eachother-Will realised that James wasnt too diffrent from him.And Will was ready to rain hell over earth to proove it.
#alex elmslie#james marriott#fluff#smut#will lenney#angst#angst with a happy ending#commentarycrew#Willne#X reader#eboys x reader
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LIFESTYLE
90s!alex james x fem!reader
Summary : just daily routines and tings
Warning : not proof read, drug use, alcohol
A/N : Okay so i've just sat exams and literally my writer's block is literally killing me, so if it's really bad i'll blame it on that x
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"Mate are you sure she's-"
Alex gave a questioning eyebrow to Damon's question.
"What ?"
"You know."
"I really don't."
The vocalist rolled his eyes whilst taking another swig of his drink. He knew he wouldn't be able to carry on the conversation with his friend, who he was concerned for, seeing how the topic of the conversation was making her way up to the table. She strutted with her catwalk stides. Modeling was y/n's part time job, and a large proportion of her income. Her life was split into two different half, this half inculding more than just sequins and sparkles.
"Darls."
The shout was muted out by the club's atmosphere even as the group sat in a secluded spot which was deemed silent compaired to the rest of the building.
The woman in a short black dress and platformed trainers sat herself down on the end of the booth, throwing herself into her boyfriend's side as she did so. In her hand was her favourate drink and a small ziplock bag of snow like substance.
"Hello Snow White."
"Hi Dames."
The younger girl gave a beaming smile to the slightly scowling twenty six year old sat across from her.
"Y/n."
He nodded his head in acknowledgment before turnung to push himself into Graham and Dave's conversation. As soon as Damon's head was turned, Alex had his hands tracing nearly every part of y/n's body. She gave a giggle, prizing his fingers off of her so she could go about her plans, their plans. She took a sip off the drink she'd placed infront of her on the table before handing the narcotics to Alex. She found that he always managed to make lines straighter than her and she prefered the way he did it. Within a few seconds she had her head down and was inhaling the powder like it was a normal daily thing, well for her and her social groups it was a daily thing but ...
When Alex had finished off the two other lines he'd sorted onto the surface, he handed the press sealed bag back to the twenty one year old who double checked it was definatly shut before stuffing it down her bra.
"What was Damon talking about before ?"
Alex rolled his eyes at her question. She was always paranoid that she was going to get dumped because of the Blur lads disliking towards her. He pulled her closer to him, basically onto his lap, and rested his hands on her waist whilst starting to leave a trail of kisses along her neck.
"Nothing much."
"Okay."
She could already feel her system loosening up. She was always a lightweight compaired to the man next to her so she wasn't surprised.
"I'm just going to the loos."
As she moved away from the table she basically pulled Alex with her. The club they where at had singular bathrooms which meant that the couple spent most of their tine in there whenever they came, which was alot.
He woke up to his hair being stroked. It was still hard getting used to waking up beside someone and not having one night's stand to have disappeared sometime in the night.
"You alive ?"
A groan fell from his mouth as he took a second or two to form a functional sentence.
"Nah 'm still dead."
His body fell over itself, turning him to face into the pillows and causing the girl beside him to let laughter fall out of her mouth. Y/n pulled the duvet off from over his head where he'd lazily thrown it in attempt to kill all the sunlight falling throught the cracks between black-out where the blinds where blown apart by the wind from the locked open window.
" Alex ?"
He stayed silent as she poked his cheek, his head was still positioned inbetween the two pillows and hiding.
" Darls ?"
Still nothing,
" Mr James, you wanna pay attention to me at some point today ?"
Okay, so y/n had come to the conclusion that he'd fallen back asleep. Her eyes rolled, it was her one morning off, other than the weekends, and her boyfriend was too tired to even talk to her.
She gave a groan as her body lifted itself out of the bed and to the bathroom just next to the bedroom. She might as well start getting ready for work now, she only had two hours before she had to leave.
Loose minded giggles echoed through the air like butterflies.
A heart-eyed young girl stood with one of her knees bent inwards and one of her fingers twirling a strand of her platinum hair as a tall, brunette boy in baggy ripped jeans, an adidas coat and a stone roses top spoke to her. They where situated in the britpop section of the music shop as the guy had just been looking through Pulp's albums.
The other half of her life was not so glitter and gems. She worked 3 days a week at a local record store since she couldn't stand being left at home all day by herself whilst everyone else worked. Between her and Alex, they made more than enough to live comfortably with the addictions and nights out but she found the day-lit streets pulled her back into reality after her heptic nights at clubs and bar floating above the crowds on powder and pills.
Y/n let out a sigh of relief when the overly giggly girl finally left, the June heatwave was effecting her ability to cope with happy people. The boy carried on looking through the music stands, now looking at the cd collections on the otherside of the room.
The woman in heavy black boots and a black gingham mini dress, her shirt being ditched behind the counter after 13:45, she walked over to him with a smile plastered on her face.
"So what kinda stuff are you interested in."
Her name tag was pinned to the side of her white bucket hat which rested on her y/h/c head. The lad roughed up his hair before answering, returning the woman's smile.
"Anything really. New wave, Rock, Punk, some Pop."
"You heard Leisure ?"
"Yeah, it was the first vynil I bought."
"Oh nice, mine was Eleanor Rigby."
The teenager picked up a case with the Gallagher brother's faces shot on the front.
"Thoughts of this? I've got it on vynil but kinda need one for my cd player."
Y/n gave a laugh.
"S'all right i guess. My boyfriend would say otherwise but... "
His face dropped slightly at the mention of her having a boyfriend. Y/n didn't notice seeing how she'd already started making her way to the desk.
"That all ?"
The lad had followed her, putting the purchase on the desk top along with a few beatles pins and an oasis tee.
"Er yeah, thanks."
She folded the top into an opaque red plastic bag, delicatly putting the badges in and the cd, handing it over as he put a ten pound note on the counter top.
"Keep the change, put it in your tips jar."
He noticed the lilac plastic cup with Y/N :) sharpied on it, next to a few different coloured ones with other workers names drawn on in their own styles. She gave a grateful smile, putting the change from the note into into her cup.
"Have a good day lad."
"You too."
The door dinged as he opened and closed it, the windows showing him crossing the road to the local chippy.
"Oh if Alex could see you now."
Y/n spun around to look to the kitchen area. She gave a loud laugh at the comment from the twenty year old stood in the doorless 6'3 frame
"Oh get off it Mikey !"
"No seriously, selling the arch nemise's merch. Such a bad girlfriend."
She laughed more as he shook his head mockingly, she slapped him playfully around the top of his arm as the buff and tattoo sleeved man walked past her.
"Oh yeah, the worst girlfriend of the year, that's me."
She rolled her eyes, the y/e/c irises falling to the right before rushing back to the center.
He walked back over to the desk casually, picking up a few items and putting them in their normal place on his way.
"Oh, stock came in last night so i'll be in back doing that today."
"Cool, pretty sure this week is exams so we'll probably be getting loads of teenagers off of school"
He gave her a thumbs up before noticing the full tips jar. He gave her an exasperated look, pointing at the cup.
"Okay, that lad definatly had a thing for you."
Y/n gave a smirk before closing the metal till, a ding signifing it was locked.
"I'm back Darls."
Y/n unlocked the front door and stepped into the downstairs flat, making sure no cameras at the end of the gate could sneak a peek of where two out of four members of Blur where sat doing who knows what. Both of them ignored her, sitting crosslegged on the couch with paper and a guitar being passed between them like some form of drug.
"Oh hello y/n, love of my life. How did your day go ? Aw why thanks Darls, oh you know same old, hi Gray. Hi y/n lovely to see you again, would you like me to leave your home and go back to my own house which I never seem to spend any time at ?"
At her mock voices, Graham spun around and looked at her, flipping her off at her comment directed to him.
"Hi darling."
Alex felt a pair of arms wrap around him from the back of the couch, also finding his best mate gagging next to him. He twisted to peck y/n's cheek as she manouvered herself to sit on the arm of the chair.
"Anything interesting happen today ?"
"Alex has managed to find eighteen useless combinations of A, E and F."
Graham rubbed his eyes as he spoke, the exhaustion of his job kicking in again.
"Well at least I haven't spent the last hour rhyming 'love me' with 'hug me'. "
The two sent playful glares in each other's directions, y/n just making herself comfortable in her boyfriend's lap.
"How about you ?"
"Well there was a blonde with an obsession over one of the customers,"
she rolled her eyes remembering the second-hand embarrassment off the situation,
"Then there was an Oasis top and cd,"
She paused whilst they both gagged,
"Then just teenagers and pensioners. Mainly the Beatles and Hole."
The guitar was moved to the stand next to one of the armchairs by Graham and the tele was switched on, Only Fools appearing in the screen before the channel was flicked.
"I'm out tomorrow, we've got recording if you want to come with ?"
Y/n twisted slightly to play with his hair, plaiting brunette strands so they sticked upwards.
"I'll call Mikey and tell him i've caught a bug."
"Right then !"
The couple turned to their third wheel after his exclaim and clap. Alex gave him a confused look before questioning his friend's comment.
"What then ?"
"Well she's not in work tomorrow, we've not go to go out intill one o'clock which means..."
He gestured to y/n for her to finish his sentence.
"Pub crawl !"
Her body jumped in the air, causing Alex to complain about being cold and the excited Graham to high-five her waving jazz hands.
"I'll call Dames and Dave, i'll be back at Six!"
He started to gather his things to leave before slipping on a pair of sunglasses and leaving the house, smiling to the press gathering around the front gate.
#blur x reader#90s#blur#fem!reader#graham coxon#damon albarn#90s alex james#alex james x fem!reader#alex james#alex james fluff#alex james x reader#alex james x model!reader
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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙you want me to? | LS2˖⁺｡˚⋆˙
pairing: logan sargeant x james vowles assistant!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: just fluff!!!! i loveee this plot hehe
summary: in which your new job facilitates you in finding new love
a/n: i love this request & i luv writing for logan !!! not sure if i executed it super well tho let me know what you think 💘 my recent emojie now is just: 🇺🇸🦅
request!!!: May I suggest a Logan Sargeant x James Vowles assistant! Reader? Like her job is to get the boys stuff they might need and to like help out around the paddock and Logan keeps asking her to get him stuff as an excuse to talk to her. And people start to notice when Alex and James start lightly making fun of them in interviews and stuff. Just think it would be funny
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"that's not why you're asking" || 90s damon
pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader
word count: 929
warnings: post car accident
prompt: damon has ended up in the hospital after a drunken car accident. much to the reader's embarrassment he remembers everything from last night...
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He’d had dried blood around his left nostril and down to his top lip when I’d involuntarily fallen asleep. He must’ve swallowed a bunch of it because I remember the heavy flow, yet his chin was clean. Clean, pale, stubbly. I woke from my slumber and within a split second I was ripped right back into panic. My hands fell to grasp the bar on the side of the hospital bed and my eyes scanned his face. There was no longer any trace of blood around his nose.
“Damon,” I whispered even though I didn’t know what my next line would be if he'd answered. I’m sorry? How are you? We shouldn’t have taken the car? …What would’ve happened?
“Y/N,” he answered after a beat, his whisper hoarse and derived from pain.
“Have you been here all night?” he filled in the gap in the air where I was supposed to have said something. Further guilt haunted me.
“Graham practically begged me to go and get some proper rest,” I breathed. I couldn’t conjure a steady voice.
“Probably because he wanted me for himself.”
Damon smirked and his head fell to the side, his vibrant eyes staring at me from behind half closed lids.
“You’re not very entertaining in this state,” I laughed quietly and Damon’s smirk turned into a smile.
“Why have you stuck around then?”
I stayed quiet. Not necessarily because I was withholding an answer, but because I couldn’t settle on one.
“You feel guilty.”
“I hate when you do that,” I chuckled again, my gaze dropping to my gripping hands and his relaxed arm that laid next to it. “Decide things for me as if you know me better than I know myself.”
“Because I’m smarter than you.”
My mind still clung to that comment about my guilt.
“Do you remember last night?”
Damon was the quiet one now. But when I looked up there was still a crooked smile on his dry lips.
“Just cause… They think you might have brain damage. Maybe amnesia.”
“Are you asking because you’re worried about my brain?”
“Of course I’m worried about your brain.”
“But that’s not why you’re asking.”
“Clearly your brain is fine.” I cleared my throat and stood up, only to pace around in a circle with my hands in my hair.
“Clearly you’re blushing.”
“Clearly you need more sleep.”
“I remember that offer about a lap dance. I hope it still stands. Maybe I deserve more now that I nearly died.”
My cheeks were burning up now, replaying the scenes from last night. We had run into one another in the same bar, both already tipsy. A mission to get the other drunk had ensued and lines had blurred by the minute. Certain feelings had risen to the surface and a sloppy kiss had been shared, before we’d stumbled out to my car. I had insisted I could safely drive us to my place, but we had ended up in the hospital instead.
“I’m not sure your internal bleeding would like that.”
“I think my internal bleeding has no say in the matter.”
Silence returned to the dim hospital room and I let my gaze trail off to scan the subtle pattern in the off-white walls around us. Damon took a deep breath and held in the better half of a grunt as he tried to adjust his position on the bed. I snapped my eyes back to him, worry filling up my chest again.
“Actually I am having trouble remembering some parts…” He took another deep breath and found eye contact with me again. “..What was it you said when we talked about how long we’ve known each other? Something.. Something about you fancying me since day one?”
My heart jumped inside my chest and my cheeks reddened again. The only colour in his face were the deep red and mulberry shades in the cut across his cheek and his bruised nose.
“You’ve obviously got brain damage,” I muttered, sinking down in my chair again. He laughed weakly, amused with himself.
“You’re a good kisser,” he said after another beat of silence.
“I’m much better when I’m not blackout drunk.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You’re so annoying,” I laughed and shook my head, avoiding his eye contact.
“Prove you’re a better kisser when you’re sober.”
“I’m barely sober-”
“Prove it.”
I knew he would never back down and the last thing I wanted was to further strain him or his brain, so I sighed and grabbed his hand. I kissed the back of it shortly, tasting the slight saltiness in the cold sweat on his skin.
“That was not better,” he chuckled. “I remember you biting my lip at one point.”
“Will you shut up and get some sleep if I kiss you?” I raised my voice slightly, sitting on the edge of my seat now. Damon continued grinning.
“Okay,” he said softly.
With a roll of the eyes I stood up and leaned in closer to him. I placed a soft kiss on his lips. Right as I pulled away that desire to prove him wrong kicked in and I went in for another kiss, this one with passion dripping out of me. I could taste the faint flavour of blood still on his lips and the tip of his tongue. The smell of alcohol from his breath lingered in my nose as I pulled away and sat back down, once again faced with his grin.
“Night then,” he mumbled from behind his smirk and closed his eyes softly.
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Hey, just having a big baby fever, could you do some dad logan? Nothing too especially just that he’ll have a baby boy. Thanks 🫶
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summary: above ^^
pairing: logan sarge x fem!reader
warnings: suggestive tones and actions
genre: fluff!!
notes: logan would totally call his son chief, that’s all
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
“Hey- babe! Can you- fuck, can you help me?” You shout from the kitchen, trying to balance your two year old boy, James, and making dinner.
“Yeah! I’m coming baby..” Logan shouts back, coming into the kitchen and sweeping up James into his arms.
“Thank you-“ You say before James, being a toddler, does some loud squealing and begins kicking his feet. “Ugh- James! We don’t kick!” Logan groans out, throwing James over his shoulder.
“Daddy! No!” James squeals out, his giggling and laughing growing.
You can’t help but laugh at your two year old, his giggles and smiling face were too adorable, “He’s still just a baby-“ You say with a grin, losing focus on the pasta you were cooking.
“No! Nuh uh!” James says, starting to giggle and laugh more as Logan throws him up in the air.
“Yes- you are still a baby!” Logan says, playing along. Logan sets your son down and he runs towards you, giggling and squealing even more- to which you scoop him up, “He’s my little boy-“ You coo and squeeze him, planting a kiss on his forehead.
“I thought I was your boy..” Logan says with a pout, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a kiss to the side of your head.
“You’re my second boy..” You reply with a grin, attention finally going back to the pasta you were cooking, but it was over-cooked.
“The pasta is over cooked, god damn it!” You sigh and turn off the stove, you place James on the floor and let him wander around.
Logan keeps his arms wrapped around you, pulling you back against his chest he places some kisses to your neck.
“You go relax on the couch, I’ll order some food, okay?” Logan mumbles out, placing his hands on your belly. “Don’t want to stress out our baby girl..” He adds on.
You let out a small sigh and lean back into him, “We don’t know if it’s a girl..” You reply softly with a smile.
“Trust me baby, I have a feeling..” Logan says, placing one more peck to your neck.
“Whatever you say..” You reply with a giggle, turning around in his arms to press a kiss to his lips.
“Also..once James goes to sleep..you and I can finally have some alone time..” Logan whispers in your ear.
“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” You whisper back, leaning up into the kiss, but James breaks it up, “No kissing!” He laughs, hitting yours and Logan’s legs.
Logan chuckles and looks at your son, “How much older till we start charging you rent?“ He says with a grin, leaning down to scoop up James in his arms.
“I’ll text Alex and Lily that we need a date night..” You say before placing a kiss to James head. You then walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, flopping down onto the couch.
“Pizza good babe?” Logan shouts from the kitchen, which is followed by a small, “yay!” from James.
“Yeah sounds good!” You shout back, throwing on a random movie.
You lean back on the couch, cuddling up against a pillow and closing your eyes. The movie playing- you don’t even care what it is. James walks in and crawls up into your arms, cuddling into you and watching the movie.
Logan soon walks over and sits down next to you. “Pizza will be here in thirty..” He says, wrapping an arm around you and James.
“Thanks..” You mumble out quietly, noticing that James has now fallen asleep.
“You okay baby?” Logan asks, leaning over to press a kiss to your head, letting out a small sigh you look over to him.
“I’m just tired, and stressed…I feel like there’s so much to do with no time..” You mumble out, “And- and when the season starts back up it’s going to be so hectic again..”
Logan pulls you into his chest- cuddling you up against him. You can feel his hand brush against your belly, he doesn’t say anything, but just wraps his arms around you and James, holding you tightly.
He kisses the top of your head, “We will make time.. we’ll deal with whatever comes.. okay? Just trust me babe, I’m not going to let you or the kids out of my sight.” He says softly, letting out a yawn and kissing you on the forehead.
“I’ll be here to lend a helping hand whenever..and in more ways than one..” He adds on with a grin.
You roll your eyes and smile at his comment, “Of course- but thank you…” You say with a sigh, leaning back into him.
Logan just smiles as the doorbell goes off, “That would be the pizza-“ He starts to get up but looks at you, “Do you want me to get it? Or do you want a break from the little guy?” He asks, knowing you are a bit stressed.
“It’s okay..he’s sleeping right now..” You say with a smile, looking down at James who’s curled up against you.
You run your fingers through his hair, smiling as you admire the peaceful look on your son’s face, similar to Logan’s when he sleeps.
A few minutes later Logan walks in with the pizza, setting it on the coffee table with a few paper plate and napkins he walks over to you, leaning down he places a peck to your lips.
“Hey chief..dinner is here..” Logan whispers out to James, leaning down to scoop him up into his arms.
James wakes up when Logan picks him up, and he starts to giggle and smile. “Daddy!” He squeals out.
“Hey chief, you hungry?” Logan asks, tickling James, making him laugh even more.
Logan sits down beside you on the couch, and he places a piece of pizza on James’s plate. “Now, we’ve got to eat before this gets cold, buddy.” He says, as soon as James hears those words he instantly starts eating.
You get yourself a slice of pizza and lean against Logan’s shoulder with a sigh, “He’s definitely not a mommy’s boy..” You mumble out.
“Nope, but he sure does love you.” Logan says with a grin, James’ face was covered in tomato sauce, he was laughing and having a great time.
Soon enough, you and Logan both finish your pizza, James is still “eating”, even if he’s really playing with the cheese.
Soon after James finished eating, Logan helps clean up and gets him ready for bed.
A few hours of passed, you’re taking a small nap on the couch when you feel it dip under Logan’s weight.
“Hey baby..I started a bath for the two of us, James is knocked out cold..” Logan whispers out, running his fingers through your hair.
You slowly and very softly open your eyes. “What time is it?” You ask lazily, letting out a small groan, sitting up.
Logan kisses your cheek and runs his hands through your hair. “Around 1am…but James is asleep, thought we’d have some alone time in the bath?” He whispers out, leaning down and kissing you and your neck.
“God you’re a man after my own heart..” You mumble out, leaning into Logan’s touch, letting your hands wander to his shirt and sliding them under it, feeling his skin and muscles.
“When will you ask me to marry you?” You groan out, Logan chuckles at that, “When you can mentally fathom it..” He says teasingly.
“Mmmmm..” You groan as you feel him up, “You know- I love how cocky you can be sometimes..” You groan, “You know what- let’s just get in the bath, yeah?” You add as you kiss him.
Logan chuckles, “You think you can handle me asking you to marry me?” He asks, leaning into the kiss. “I can ask right now if-mm- you’d want me to..”
“You and I both know it’ll at least be a few more months..” You mumble out, letting out a sigh as you feel his hands against you.
“You’re just going to have to deal with my cocky ass until then..” He laughs, pulling at your shirt. “I should keep you waiting-“ He says, kissing your neck and trailing his hands down your hips.
“Then I guess I won’t be having a baby girl..” You mumble out, pulling away from him as you get up from the couch and walk over to the bathroom.
Logan follows you into the bathroom, but he stops and leans against the door frame, a sly grin on his face as he watches you.
“You will be having a baby girl- I’m sure of it, and y’know- you’re not going to be able to escape my hands, I know what I want and- oh I’ll be having it.” He says, his voice low and soft.
“I think you’re all talk..” You say with a grin, looking at him. You pause for a moment. “And thank you by the way, for just being a great dad and boyfriend..” You add on with a smile.
“Mmmm- I’m not all talk sweetheart” He says before slowly walking over to you, his hands brushing against your hips.
“Thank you- for being such an amazing mother and girlfriend.” He says, leaning in towards you.
“God I love you..” You say with a sigh, leaning into his body.
“I love you too..” He whispers out, hugging you into his chest, “So why don’t I show you how much I love you..?” He adds on, sliding his hands down to your ass, squeezing it.
You let out a chuckle, “Why are you so horny all of the sudden Lo..”
“You look hot pregnant- and hot in general!”
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Standing next to your husband you smile gently at Logan who's getting a soft lecture from James. It's right after the race and you can see how exhausted and slightly defeated Logan was in this moment.
"Logan it wasn't your fault. This is a new steering wheel and mishaps are going to happen, but we need to learn how to deal with them." James says softly and pats the younger boys shoulder, but Logan just sighs and nods. You can see the familiar crease form on James's eyebrows and you step in, placing a comforting arm around Logan's shoulders. The boy slouching enough to let you.
"Logan, it's going to be okay, it's the first race of the season and we weren't the only team that had some serious struggles, I mean Lewis's ass broke his seat. You see a small smile play on Logan's lips and you smile. James smiles gently and ruffles his hair.
"Do me a favor?" James asks and Logan looks up, "Yes, sir?" "Go get something to eat you and Alex both and we'll do the debrief in an hour and a half," Logan nods and trudges off and you roll your shoulders and lean back, James right there to keep you up and his arms go around you as he places a soft kiss on your head.
"I wish I could drive for him," You whisper as you see Alex and Lily trading jokes, Alex smiling now as when he got out of the car looked pissed and annoyed. "You'd have kicked this kids asses," James comments and you smirk behind James's arms. "Even Lewis's?" You ask and he stays silent which has you turn and pinch his side.
He gives off his rumble of a laughter which has Alex turning and smiling at you both. He still remembers being a kid and watching you drive for Williams, honestly you're the reason Alex fell in love with the team and to see you know in love with the man he admired made him happy.
"You're staring," Lily whispers, but smiles seeing the warm gooey smile that Alex only gets around you two. "If they have a kid I'm getting godfather rights," Alex blurts and Lily giggles as she shoves Alex out of the garage.
"Hey?" You ask, standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around your husbands neck. "Yes, love?" And you hate the way your stomach does flips still after 10 years. You weren't that young driver and him that young mechanic from Mercedes. James smiles knowing where your mind went and bends down, kissing you gently. "You know what, how about you go back to the hotel, and I'll pick up some dinner and you and I watch some trashy movie. It's be a date." James chuckles and you smile.
"Ugh, James, you've got to stop spoiling me," You giggle and he shakes his head. "I haven't even begun to spoil you." He whispers.
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front page lover (thai!kpop idol!ofc)
keeper, smau: polly berkshire has obscure interactions with her thirsty boyfriend and it's safe to say that they love each other.
fashion week, smau: the williams driver and polly always got something for everyone to talk about.
double aa, socmed snapshot: a series of instagram stories in which alex is a dad to alice albon
fernando alonso (fa14)
the breakup and makeup series (pro wrestler!ofc)
time to rock and roll, fic: the first time beatrice staedtlander and fernando alonso had broken up. (hc) ♡
heaven, smau: back in 2000s, fernando alonso and beatrice anastasia 'trish' staedtlander were every racing and wrestling fans' couple. years after, trish alonso became a mother and a wife... and the grid's crush of the season. fernando was certainly not happy so what's a better way to remind everyone that he was hers? (f, g, h)
from the ground up, smau: tino and tiago alonso were the twins that trish had given birth to at the age of 40, and everyone understood now why she didn't make it to the 2024 canadian gp. (f)
look what god gave her, smau: beatrice 'trish' alonso survived fernando's messy image better than anybody did. (f, g, h)
bonnie and the fame
maneater, smau: bonnie catherine sutton was carlos sainz's ex-girlfriend who returned to the f1 scene as a different woman. turns out, she's fernando alonso's fiancée (f)
ego, smau: never underestimate a woman's self-esteem, it might end up wounding you more than it would her.
oliver bearman (ob8)
ice ice baby, smau: kimi raikkonen's daughter romania raikkonen debuted in formula one with her friends AND it's safe to say that the iceman doesn't like ollie that much.
jenson button (jb22)
pride and pettiness (x british!actress!ofc)
one, 2004: in which, ada and jenson met for the first time.
the mr. darcy type, smau: much like the popular love interest, jenson should have known better than to say things that wouldn't impress a woman he grew interested in. OR ada abbott made sure that he worked hard for her time and attention. (f) ♡
shunt the hell up! (x hunt!driver!ofc)
shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies. smau: it was funny how enemies can be your teammate AND your lover at the same time. OR jj hunt, the daughter of the late james hunt, was jenson's biggest rival until a certain baby predicament cost her her entire racing career. (g) ♡
other works
affection, blurb: in which, jenson learned that he should just say it without being a little too drunk.
pierre gasly (pg10)
newsflash, smau: ensley soleil doesn’t like playboys. too bad, pierre gasly’s down bad for her (attention and love). (f, g, h)
odds, fic: their timing was always wrong, maybe that's why pierre should consider making it even for the two of them as she writes songs about him and their courtship. ★
lowkey, smau: fans thought that pierre moved on from ensley four months after publicly declaring his (love?) for her. funnily enough... (f, g, h)
indigo, chatfic + smau: there's really no reason for pierre gasly to be jealous over some man that ensley wrote 'high school in jakarta' about. not when she wrote one or more songs about the frenchman. (f) ♡
high school in jakarta, fic: meeting ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember. ♡
dancing with the devil, smau: ensley soleil doesn't care about what people are saying about her relationship with pierre especially now that she's married to him. (f)
vintage, smau: pierre gasly is a husband and a fanboy of ensley soleil gasly amongst other things. (f)
hot dad era, socmed snapshot: pierre gasly. 30% f1 driver 70% dilf. ★
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lewis hamilton (lh44)
stevie and lewis (hearth sister!ofc)
thick and thin, smau + fic: lewis should know better than underestimating her and her capabilities to yearn for him for years. (hc)
hands on and paws on, socmed snapshot: lewis is a stay-at-home dad to lottie hamilton and his best boy, roscoe, happens to watch his mummys everywhere she goes as she carries baby hamilton #2. ★
the hamilton daycare, fic: lewis is already a stay-at-home dad so what makes his day out in monaco with his two kids any different? (f) (2/3 of daddy, debriefed!)
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crowned couple (x miss universe!ofc)
the couple of the universe, smau: lewis is a careless being this season and everyone's wondering why.
melody series (x performer!ofc)
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one, million dollar man: monaco was a world of glitz and glamour that she left two years ago. returning to the principality clearly was a huge mistake as she found herself talking to the man who swore to nothing but his love for her.
two, this is what makes us girls: "decorum isn't something you can buy with money or fame." or what did lewis really want from her and why did he show up on the second night of her performance?
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charles leclerc (cl16)
the leclerc boys series (x hearth sister!ofc)
debunking drama, smau: prequel to of long lines and names; aimee hearth, the mclaren media manager and one of the famous hearth sisters, was rumoured to be dating lando norris. a certain monegasque's baffled reaction became a trending topic in twitter as he counteracts the rumour with an instagram post of his lover. (f, h)
of long lines and names, fic: five kids with (almost) five names under six years. OR the three pregnancies that charles had witnessed told him how motherhood and memories could come in two sets of twins and a boy that looked so much like him. (f)
the leclerc daycare, fic: before his last set of twins were born, charles had to watch his boys on his own- not exactly by himself when he's got esteban and pierre acting as his right hand men. (f) (1/3 of daddy, debriefed!) ♡
about names, scenario fics
summary: extension to of long lines and names and the leclerc daycare; charles and aimee's boys and their names go hand in hand OR times when the couple had to tell their kids that their names were signs of love and respect for their namesakes.
one, an amazing boy with an amazing name: hervé's anger left his parents confused after he refused to be called by his first name. thankfully, his mamé pascale had an easy access to his heart that eventually led to an answer to his sadness.
two, the wingman of maranello: jules leclerc learned two things as he travelled to italy with his father: he had an uncle named uncle teague and uncle teague had a best friend that was once charles' godfather.
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lando norris (ln4)
lover era (x alessandro sister!writer!ofc)
london boy, smau: nicola 'cola' alessandro moved to britain and what's a better way to introduce yourself to england than taking a trip around with a certain mclaren driver? (f, g, h)
i think he knows, smau: grazia nichols published her debut novel based off formula one, and a fan could have sworn that the the book bf - nolan langford - was based off of lando's character as a driver altogether. (f, g, h)
✿ honey, honey! series masterlist - lando norris x ofc (honey-sue lewis) ft. sidemen ★
f1 drivers (general)
✿ 9 to 5 series masterlist - f1 grid x ofc (lester alessandro) ft. fictional wolff kids
too much caring, smau, sv5 + jb22: kpop idol juno was assumed to have cheated on retired driver jenson button with his best mate sebastian vettel. oh how wrong those people were... ★
#formula one masterlist#f1 masterlist#formula one fic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#formula one smau#f1 smau#f1 fanfic#formula one imagine#formula 1 masterlist#formula one series
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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? James and Alex had been lounging and capturing pictures around the track and he decided to take pictures of her because well she's beautiful in his eyes. So, when someone gets hold of the camera, they decide to give them an album for their anniversary. And that picture is on it. Just something fluff and cute. I don't know if it makes sense. Thanks!! :)))
happy anniversary | james vowles
no faceclaim i just like putting pictures lol 🫶🏼 @pear-1206
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recently alex had gotten a camera. he wasn’t going to follow lando daniel’s footsteps of making an instagram account just for his pictures, this was for fun. he was on the track with his team principal, james, trying out different setting and taking pictures of anything he liked.
“the sunset is pretty.” alex commented as he held his camera up to take a picture of the sunset. before he could take the shot, he noticed his girlfriend, lily, and you, james’ wife, walking the track. he decided to take the picture anyway. “maybe i should change my career.” he joked as he showed james the picture he just took.
“i still need my driver.” james replied. he took a look at the photo and smiled. after many years of dating and marriage, he fell more in love with you everyday. “do you mind if i borrow that for a minute?” he gestured to the camera.
“go ahead, i promised lily we would go to dinner. you can leave it in my driver’s room.” alex said as he left to go get lily so they could go to dinner.
from his spot, james watched as lily and alex left the track, leaving you behind. that’s when james got the bright idea of taking multiple pictures of you.
“you look beautiful, my love.” james called out as you were getting closer to him.
“james! no, i look horrible.” you playfully rolled your eyes. “at least get my good side.”
“every side is your good side, now show me your beautiful smile.” he instructed as he positioned the camera.
you followed his instructions. you weren’t sure how many he was taking so you stopped posing which caused him to groan.
“don’t stop, you look really pretty.” he lowered the camera and showed you the results.
“isn’t this alex’s camera? i think he’ll find it weird that his camera is filled photos of his team principal’s wife.” you looked at the other photos. “oh my god, i do look pretty!”
“that’s what i was saying!”
eventually alex did find the pictures of you when he got his camera back. he didn’t mind, after all it was just for fun. when he showed lily, she found it adorable.
“wait, i think their anniversary is in a few days. we can make an album for them with these pictures! we have to do it!” of course alex said yes, who could say no to lily?
so after a quick trip to the store to buy an album and print the pictures, lily and alex spent the night making your anniversary present.
a few days later, you were in james’ office sitting in the chair across from him at his desk. you were enjoying lunch together when a knock interrupted you. james wasn’t expecting anyone and his team knew it was his lunch break so he was confused.
“come in!” he called out.
seconds later, the door opened revealing lily, alex and several williams team members. even you were confused, probably more than james.
“sorry to disturb you, but we have a gift.” alex announced as he revealed a wrapped gift complete with a bow. “happy anniversary, we hope you like it.” he gave the present to you since you were closest to him.
“alex, don’t i will cry.” you said as you looked at james. “do you want to open it or should i?”
“go ahead, my love.” he nodded.
so you teared open the wrapping paper to reveal an album that had your and james’ names printed on it. you quickly showed james then opened it to reveal the pictures that your husband has taken of you.
“oh my god, this is beautiful.” you commented. “i mean, yeah it’s me, but still.” you said making everyone laugh.
“we also put in some pictures from your instragam, mrs. vowles, you know the ones from your wedding day, the day he proposed. it’s all in there.” alex added.
“i think i am crying, thanks alex i’m crying in front of my pasta!” you joked then stood up to hug the couple for the present. that’s when you noticed the williams team had been recording your reaction.
“this is definitely going every williams social media account.” james laughed.
it was definitely no secret that social media loved the vowles’ and now, they loved you even more.
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Bestie, I'm gonna need Logan to invite Alex and Lily over to Florida for a big Sargeant family Thanksgiving 🙊
Thanksgiving in the 305 || LS2 {3}
Pairing: Logan Sergeant x fem!reader
Summary: You have lots to be thankful this holiday and get to share the special occasion with even more people this year.
Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, fluff, lots of fluff
WC: 3.4K
F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four
Monday, 20th November 2023
You had just walked through hell and it had been an absolute nightmare. By hell, you meant Walmart during the week of Thanksgiving. With another point scored on home soil Logan’s popularity seemed to explode overnight and the shopping trip had taken longer than expected after he signed some autographs and took photos with fans. Shopping wasn’t something you enjoyed on the quietest of days but knowing the amount of food prep you needed to do only left you more stressed.
“Relax, honey,” Logan soothed as he rubbed your shoulders with a smile. “We can do this. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
You eventually made it to the checkout with two laden trolleys and Logan did all the heavy lifting of the bags into the back of his Range Rover. Unfortunately you lost more precious prep time to the traffic that swarmed the city and the stress had you wringing your hands together until Logan took one in his.
“Sweetheart, I think you might be going a little overboard.”
You looked up from the pastry you were rolling out to weave into a lattice topping for the pumpkin pie. “What? No. No, I’m not. This is perfectly acceptable.”
“There’s twice as much as last year,” Logan stated, his lips a shade of deep purple from the berries he had stolen.
“We have more guests this year - special guests too.”
Logan’s lips perked up as he laughed. “I’ll let Dalton know you think he’s not special.”
“That is not what I meant,” you gasped, only forgiving him for the joke when kissed you sweetly. “I’ve never seen your principal outside of the races, or Alex and Lily. I’m nervous.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about. They are exactly the same outside of work.”
You chewed your lip as you nodded, hoping he wasn’t just trying to ease your worry. If he was right then you knew you would get along with them just like you had when you went to the races with Logan. You had been lucky enough to make it to most of his races after the summer break and Sooty even joined for the Triple Header rounds, but he missed out on the Vegas trip. The schedule was just too busy to have a dog in tow.
Since everyone was on the same continent, for the moment, you had invited Logan’s team mate and his team principal to join you for an early Thanksgiving. James was bringing his wife and daughter while Alex was coming with his girlfriend Lily. They had all been so supportive of Logan throughout the year that you wanted to show your appreciation before making your way to the final race in Abu Dhabi.
It was going to be the first year since being with Logan that you wouldn’t be at home on Thanksgiving but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to slack on hosting the event. If anything you were going to make it more special to make up for having it on a Tuesday.
Logan knew one thing that would help you relax while you were busy in the kitchen and after disappearing into the living room you heard the stereo system click on and Logan’s playlist filled the room. The upbeat intro to Hold On, We’re Going Home started and Logan reached you before Drake’s voice could, his hands finding your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder and watched you work the dough.
All too soon he grew bored of just watching and his lips started to tease kisses along your neck. “You need to go for a run,” you murmured as you found your progress slowing. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that.”
“Doing what?” he asked innocently, the curve of his lips on your skin giving him away.
“Distracting me.”
“But it worked, look how relaxed you are now.” His arms curled around your waist as he swayed to the music and you joined him until his hand dipped beneath your shirt and warmed the soft skin on your stomach.
“Lo…” you groaned as you pushed him back with your hips. “Behave, please.”
“Cause you’re a good girl and you know it,” he teased in your ear with the song. “You act so different around me.”
You turned in his arms with a smile that he reflected and placed your palm over his chest. “You are going to ruin Thanksgiving dinner.”
Logan looked around the kitchen, every surface full of the food you just had to make final touches on in the morning. There was already more than enough to feed an army. “I don’t think you have to worry about dinner.” He reached behind you and placed a spare cover over the unfinished pie before pulling you flush against him. “And the pie can wait an hour.”
“An hour? I was thinking 10 minutes max,” you giggled as he grabbed your hips and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist naturally.
“Is that a challenge?” he dared as he carried you out of the kitchen. “I don’t mind spending the rest of the day proving you wrong, sweetheart.”
“Yes, wait, no, any other time, baby, but not today.”
Tuesday, 21st November 2023 - Thanksgiving Dinner
You had never been happier that Logan had insisted on buying a house much larger than anything the two of you needed. Built for a large family, the kitchen had two full sized ovens and both were currently in use. The giant turkey filled one oven on its own and the other had its racks full of different dishes to keep them hot.
The other great thing about the home was that the stacker doors folded back in the living room to give a massive open space that flowed out into the patio and pool. You needed all that space with the guests that had arrived. Logan’s parents had come first. Mallika had insisted on arriving early so she could help you with the fresh food that couldn’t be pre-cooked and Michael had been ordered to help Logan stock the bar.
Next to arrive had been Dalton, Logan’s older brother, who came with a very happy Sooty after dog-sitting him while you were in Las Vegas. You had rushed out of the kitchen as soon as you heard his excited bark and grappled him into a tight cuddle before Logan wrapped his arms around you both.
“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you scratched Sooty’s fur and kissed the top of his head. “Mommy missed you. You’re looking skinny, did uncle Dalt not feed you?” You rose to your feet at the laugh and greeted Dalton with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of him.”
“I would say anytime but he stole an Angus steak from my plate, twice.”
“Why do you think I came out here?” you said with a shake of your head. “There is no way I am letting him anywhere near the kitchen. Lo?”
“On it, honey,” he chuckled. “Come on, Soot, let's go play frisbee. You in, bro?”
You watched the brothers jog out to the lawn and separate to opposite ends and it wasn’t long before Michael joined his sons too.
It was another two Sargeant boys that came through the door with Logan’s aunt following with apologies for her son's lack of manners for skipping the doorbell. You waved the apology away as you gave her a hug. “It’s fine, Debbie. My mother always said doorbells are for salesmen and strangers, not family.”
“Your mother is a good woman,” Harry said as he came in with a large bouquet of flowers for you and a kiss. “You are more and more like her every day.”
You grinned at the compliment and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. “Thank you.”
When you first met Harry you had felt intimidated by the billionaire but you had quickly realised he was a kind, down-to-earth man who put family values first. It was one of the reasons he sponsored Logan and helped get him into Formula racing. He believed if he had the resources to help, then he had the responsibility to help. It was the same with Dalton’s NASCAR career.
The next arrival did use the doorbell and Sooty came inside to growl at the uncommon sound until you told him to stop being silly. Once the door was opened he recognised it was Alex and Lily on the doorstep and the protective nature changed to the playful wag of his tail. Sooty enjoyed the attention he got from the animal-loving couple for a moment before another duo stole his attention and he leapt off the porch to race down the driveway.
“Sorry, he saw my parents,” you said as you invited them inside and to the bar. “Now, Logan’s the mixologist in the house so if you want something more than a beer, a wine or whiskey neat then he’s your man.”
Once Lily had a glass of riesling and Alex an IPA beer, you made the introductions to the few members of his family they hadn’t met. Most of them had crossed paths at least once during the three US based Grand Prix’s this season so it was only Harry’s teenage boys and your parents who needed naming.
“I found some wanderers in your driveway,” your mother joked as she stepped into your line of vision and waved at the quickly growing Vowles family. “Oscar looks different, more mature.”
You looked at Logan’s old teammate who was just walking through the door and chuckled when he took his shoes off, the only one that ever did when he went inside other people's homes. “That’s what a year will do to a man,” you replied. “I don’t think you’ve seen him since last Thanksgiving, mom.”
“Not true, I saw him at Logan’s birthday.”
“Oh, okay, my bad, it's only been 11 months then,” you said with a laugh as you went to greet him and Logan’s team principal.
“She is absolutely adorable,” you gushed over the newborn in James’ arms. “I swear she’s grown and I only saw her a few days ago!”
“She’s put on another ounce since then,” the proud father said before holding her out to you. “Go on, I know this is what you’re really after.”
“I was just coming over to see if you needed a drink,” you lied as you reached for her, “but I’m not going to turn down baby snuggles.”
Logan’s eyes found you from across the room where he was talking with Alex and Oscar and he lost track of the conversation at the sight of you. The image of you holding a baby so comfortably made something crack in his chest and he knew you would be a natural when it came to motherhood, he just had to be patient for a few more years. You didn’t even notice his lingering stare as you pressed your nose to her soft hair and inhaled the new baby scent before cradling her closer.
“You know you are not getting her back until you leave,” you warned James, and he just smiled knowingly.
“I had a feeling that would be the case. Now Rachel and I can enjoy a few hours of free babysitting.”
“Absolutely anytime, any place. Go on, have a drink and chill out, or even a nap if you need. There’s plenty of guest rooms down the hall and a nursery too so you have nothing to worry about.”
“A nursery? Is there something Logan hasn’t told me?” he asked curiously.
You laughed as you shook your head. “Not yet, James. The house was furnished for a family sale when we bought it and one of the rooms was set up to be a nursery. We just never renovated it.”
“You two look really happy,” Alex broke through Logan’s wandering thoughts and he blinked twice before he snapped out of the moment.
“We are. She loves this, having a full house, lots of noise and company.” Logan smiled into his bottle as he tipped the cold beer back and watched as you flitted around the room topping up drinks and chatting with his family all the while managing to cradle his boss's baby safely. “Best thing I did was ask her to come with me. Makes the good days better and the bad ones easier, you know?”
Alex nodded sincerely and cast his eyes to Lily who was laughing at something Dalton said to her about his latest round of golf. Alex knew exactly what Logan meant.
Logan had always been open about wanting children, even more so when he was drunk, and he was always making plans for the future. He hoped to stay in F1 for as long as possible and he was especially happy that he had signed with Williams for another year, but after that he thought about moving into endurance racing as it was a less intensive schedule. With less commitments to work he would have more time to focus on starting a family, so you waited patiently and supported him in his choices after all the hard work you had seen him put in.
You continued on your way around the guests, oblivious to the way Logan’s eyes followed you the entire time. Eventually you reluctantly passed the sleeping babe over to your boyfriend knowing he would want to have some time with her too and the next part you needed two hands for. “Dinner is almost ready, if you want to start rounding everyone up into the dining room I’ll bring in the turkey.”
“I can come and help, sweetheart,” he offered but his face softened at the cutie in his arms. Your chest warmed at the sight and you shook your head, not wanting to disturb the moment.
“Between my mom and yours, there’s hardly anything left to do.” You left him with Alex and Oscar, passing by Lily and Dalton’s discussion about the best US golf courses, and found Sooty so he could be put in his kennel. You weren’t keen on having a repeat of his first Christmas when he broke the table leg trying to get scraps and the whole thing had crashed down. It had been a disaster that took a while before you could see the funny side but it still didn’t mean you could handle it happening again. “Come on, as soon as dinner is over you can have your freedom back.”
Sooty whined as you left him behind and you didn’t dare look back or you wouldn’t have the heart to leave him there. The sound followed you until you were inside and the noise of the guests swallowed his lonely cries so you could focus on the meal shared between friends and family.
Logan knelt beside the kennel and caught Sooty’s collar as he unhooked the chain and praised him for being a good boy. Dinner had been another one to remember for a long time to come and everyone was more than full as they settled around the extra large sofa inside. Traditionally, after dinner everyone would be feeling the liquor and reminisce on what they were thankful for before watching the Miami Dolphins game on the tv but since it was only a Tuesday there weren't any big teams playing.
Logan had a better way to end the perfect afternoon anyway.
“Sooty, where’s mommy?” Logan asked as he buckled his collar back in place and kissed the top of his head. “Go find mommy, go on, good boy.”
The quick moving ball of fur caught your attention and you just saved your glass of wine from being knocked off the coffee table before Sooty bounded over Lily’s shoes and landed at your feet. He barked twice and sat back on his heels, waiting as if he had been ordered to obey and was expecting a treat - except you hadn’t called him.
“Sooty, how did you escape your…” your words trailed off as you held his collar and watched the light catch on a diamond ring. The room fell silent as you looked up in time to see Logan lower himself onto one knee in front of you.
His deft fingers unbuckled the collar and slipped the ring off so he could hold it delicately in his hand. “I don’t need Thanksgiving to reflect on everything I’m grateful for this year,” he said softly and your heart beat so loudly you were certain everyone in the quiet room could hear it. “Since I found you, I’m thankful every damn day, and I would love to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much, if you’ll let me. Will you marry me?”
You couldn’t remember when you last took a breath and your throat seemed to clog with emotion, choking the word you wanted to scream. Logan’s lips began to curve up into a proud smile when you nodded your head and lifted your trembling hand for him.
“Yes,” you finally managed to whisper, before the cold band slipped onto your ring finger and your vision blurred with unshed tears of joy.
You didn’t hear the cheer that erupted, you didn’t hear their congratulations. All you heard was Logan whispering he loved you against your lips before he claimed them for the first time as your fiance.
Logan hadn’t let go of your hand since he put the engagement ring on it but eventually he couldn’t keep you all to himself and draped an arm across the back of your seat instead.
“This is gorgeous!” Lily gasped after she leaned forward to inspect the large rock on the ring. You didn’t miss the pointed look she sent Alex and wondered how long it would be until he took the same step. “So how did you two meet if Logan was in Europe racing?”
Logan grinned as he traced his fingertips across your shoulder and over your collar. “Her mom was my uncle’s secretary and when I was home for the break I dropped by his office to visit him, and then I kept dropping in because I knew she was always in the staffroom doing her homework. Not that she ever looked my way.”
“I looked, when you weren’t,” you admitted as your cheeks heated. “But I had to keep my head down so I could actually concentrate on my assignments. He was very distracting to look at, still is.”
Oscar smiled to himself since he already knew the story well over the years of friendship and double dates.
Alex chuckled and mirrored your cosy state with Lily opposite you. “So did he finally ask you out or did you have to take charge?”
“Actually Harry set us up,” you said with a smile in the oil magnate’s direction where he was talking to his wife. “I didn’t have a licence and when my mom got sick Harry had Lo take me to visit her. He went out of his way to pick me up after school every day for like two months. I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through that time without him.”
You turned your smile to Logan as he reached for his beer and took a long drink. If you were alone he would have whispered sweet affirmations in your ear about how strong you were and how he would always be there for you but with the present company and his ears turning pink he swallowed his words. But you still saw them in his proud smile and in his blue eyes.
“Okay, maybe I went a teensy, tiny, little bit overboard,” you admitted as you saw the leftovers filling the kitchen island after everyone had gone - the house was quiet once more.
You knew there was the temptation for Logan to say ‘I told you so’ but he just kissed your temple with a smile before he checked his watch and said. “I’ll get the containers.”
Although it was too late to go to Miami-Dade shelters tonight, it had become a tradition to take the leftovers around to them after a holiday. It would only go to waste with the two of you, especially since you were heading to Abu Dhabi in the morning.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” you asked when he returned from the garage with his arms full of takeaway containers.
“Once or twice,” he teased as he abandoned the containers to pull you into his arms, “but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
“Good thing we’ve got the rest of our lives then.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked at the ring on your finger with fondness before staring into his ocean eyes. “I love you, Lo.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Always have, always will.”
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