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mickyschumacher · 10 months

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style was so fucking good HOLY SHITTTTT can u please please please do a part 2 xx

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after separating from carlos, you thought you would never ever have to see him again. but fate is demanding and it demands you bumping into him in a club. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), jealousy (bc where would we be without it), reader is younger than carlos but not like insanely, reader has vagina, angst, ferrari SLANDER, charles moves to redbull oop, GOOGLED SPANISH! I'M SORRY 😭, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap ur willies peeps!), oral sex, cumming inside, car sex = dangerous car driving, brief handjob, dry(?) humping, confession time AHHH, incorrect modelling stuff again lol, nicer!carlos ♡︎

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: complicated ex!carlos sainz x model!fem!reader, bestie!lily he x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 6k+ (whoops)

𝐀/𝐍: a lot of people wanted a part 2 so.... here it is! i hope this is up to your par with what you were thinking about ♡︎ has bit of a build up but the smut is there! decently proof read... i think? my eyes are vv tired from these exams :(

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆ •°. 。 .°• ⋆

Three years.

A lot can happen in three years.

For you that meant with some crazy luck becoming the World's top supermodel. Kendall Jenner, Gigi and Bella Hadid, Emily Ratajkowski... whoever the top once was, you had put them all to shame. You were booked and busier than ever. You could've sworn you used to get your beauty sleep but now you were lucky if you could even get an hour let alone eight. The billboards and the magazines loved you and the public, god the public, they cherished you.

Never had the world needed a relatable, kind role model more and there you were. A diamond in the rough, waiting to be seen. You were even on your way of becoming an entrepreneur in sustainable fashion.

Everything was going your way.

It was a surprise for you. After Carlos, you thought you would be moping forever. And you did, at least for a few days. But when your manager and stylist advised you to release your pent up emotions, you thought the best way to do that was fully committing yourself to your work.

No more relationships. No hookups. No races. No Carlos.

And somehow, it worked. You were a single supermodel who won over the public. No races, no Carlos. You were bringing your company money.

But yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about Carlos. His smugness, the puppy brown eyes, his touch, the little signs that he cared; the softening of the side of his eyes when he looked at you before they were ridden with lust or his need to have some part of him touching you; his hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, or soft circles rubbed on your inner wrist.

You missed him.

But that was three years ago.

You and Carlos didn't even run in the same circles anymore.

For Carlos, three years meant extending his contract with Ferrari, although God knows why, losing three chances at a championship, fighting with Adami over the radio far more than he liked, and losing Charles to Red Bull. All while feeling very empty. No one really recognised who Carlos was anymore. Not his family, not the drivers, and not the fans. Hell, he himself didn't know who he was.

Whoever Carlos was right now... it was the mere shell of who he used to be.

He was drinking far too much for an F1 driver celebrating other's podiums. And now he got angry. He didn't get angry, he seethed. He let himself feel vexed in order to get motivated. But now he was just angry and torn but not for no reason.

Carlos was an idiot. He had made an irrevocably stupid decision. Separating from you was the worse decision he had ever made. And that said something considering he had extended with the most infuriating F1 team of the past few years.

How could he have even made that decision? Normally, he thought things out. He was an F1 driver, for God's sake. Some sort of thought could be accounted for. But he didn't know what it was... maybe he was too emotional the night he was with you. Whatever it was, he should've thought it out.

God, Carlos should've realised that all he needed to do was put more effort it. You and him... it would've worked. He would've stopped hurting you. He would've been fully committed to you.

But no. He had fuck to it up.

To say Carlos hadn't been stalking your socials everyday was an understatement. Cumming to your name was a pre-race ritual that had now turned into checking what projects you were doing. Not to be dramatic, but to him, it felt like you were just keeping him alive, giving him a reason to live.

Carlos couldn't even muster the courage to call you and ask if you could talk. He didn't deserve that. Like he said, you deserved more. And all these fans and the fame and money... you deserved all of it and more. Staying away from you was the best thing he could do for you.

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Carlos had made a terrible, terrible decision to attend the Miami after race party after saying he wouldn't. In fact, he couldn't. Not when he knew for a fact that you were in a club only down the street.

The temptation to see you was strong.

The club lights flared across the dance floor while the heat and humidity of all these dancing bodies clung to his warm skin. Carlos' hands shook silently at his side while Charles and Lando mixed in conversation. Every fibre of his body was telling his feet to stick to this floor. He couldn't see you. He was only going to ruin your night. He bit down on his lip, feeling a familiar ache in his chest.

But his heart... it was a strong heart. And it was telling him to take that five minute walk.

"I'm just going to get some fresh air," Carlos yelled over the music blaring in his ears. Charles and Lando gave the Spaniard a nod before returning to their conversation.

Carlos tried to make his walk to the club as long as possible, veering off to the side, staring far too long into the windows of other stores. But eventually, he stood in front of the thriving club.

You were celebrating having reached 50 Vogue covers, including the Big Four twice. You told your manager you were fine with having dinner at home but the refusal was immediate and came with the claim of you needing a break. So here you were, dressed in the most sparkly, skimpy, backless deep cleavage silver slip dress, dancing your ass off.

When Carlos entered the club, it was hard to miss you. How could he? You were the centre of attention, dancing around in your little dress that was fighting to cling to your body while everyone cheered you on.

He shouldn't of come. He knew it. Because now, he couldn't leave. No matter how much he knew that to leave was the right decision.

You, on the other hand, didn't notice Carlos so easily. You were having the time of your life, swaying your hips side-to-side as the beat coursed through your veins. Your skin was dotted with sweat while a handsome stranger had come up to you, clearly looking to hook up. And while you weren't looking to screw just anyone, you couldn't shy away from the little bit of grinding your body so desperately craved.

The euphoria wasn't as high as you had once felt but it was enough to keep you on your toes. Heat travelled through your stomach while your eyes closed and your head fell back as another man moved behind you. You were in a haze of pleasure that made your pussy ache.

God, maybe you were too desperate for some pleasure. Because why did it feel like Carlos' cologne had engulfed you? Why did the fire burning within you flare up even further all of a sudden?

Your eyes shot open and a gasp fell from your lips when you felt a familiar hand wrap around your waist.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at the man with wide eyes.

"Cariño," Carlos breathed out, hooded eyes peering down at you.

Your throat felt constricted. Your eyes watered with anger and shock.

"No," You said, pulling yourself away from him.

"No, no, no," You repeated while Carlos took a step towards you, hand reaching out to stop freaking you out.

"Y/N... I–" Carlos was cut short as you raced towards your table and picked up your purse and jacket, heading towards the exit doors of the club.

You could hear Carlos jog to catch up with you. Sighing, you put on your jacket, striding as far as you could in those stupidly beautiful heels you had worn. But you seemed to forget that he was an athlete at the end of the day.

"Y/N, please. Don't do this," Carlos begged, an inch away from you.

Your lips sunk into your bottom lip, ears attempting to block out the warm voice you had been craving for the past three years. Your heart was racing against your chest while your mind fell into disarray.

"Y/N," Carlos repeated, grabbing your arm gently.

You sucked in a sharp breath at his touch, feeling the hairs of your body stand straight. You turned and looked up at him with with reddened eyes, making him pause for a second.

"Three years, Carlos, three goddamn years... of nothing," You exasperated with the familiar words falling off your tongue all too easily.

"I know. I'm–"

"'... so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses.' Is that what you were going to say, Carlos?" You asked incredulously, arms folded as if they were going to protect you from all this sudden pain.

Carlos winced at your words, staring at you helplessly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I was doing fine... and you... what the hell were you thinking, Carlos?"

A silence settled between the both of you as the cold night air raced to cool down your flushed cheeks. Carlos breathed deeply. "I-I... I missed you, cariño. That's what I was thinking. That what I have been thinking for the past three years. I miss you all the time."

You stared at Carlos silently, chewing down on your lip nervously. This was what you wanted. You had waited all this time to hear those very words fall from his lips. Yet all you could say was: "So? That doesn't change anything." The lie made you crumble on the inside but you continued to speak. "You said it yourself, Carlos, we aren't good for each other. That I... deserve more."

"And you do!" Carlos spluttered, hands flailing about. "You deserve more than a better man, Y/N. You deserve the fucking universe. But I was wrong! I was wrong to say that we aren't good together. We can be good together. I think you complete me and if you let me even have the chance, I would be the luckiest man ever to be with you."

Carlos' hands were now gently holding your face, thumb gently brushing your heated skin. Your heart was now pounding in your eardrums. Your throat was caught. You felt impossibly warm. Your eyes burned, but no tears came out. "I... I gave you so many chances," You whispered.

Carlos' eyes softened at your broken voice as a sorry expression fell over his face. "I know," He sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't think I can ever forgive myself, cariño. But if I have to spend forever trying to make it up to you, I gladly will."

"Carlos," You sighed, closing your eyes. You were annoyed with yourself. Annoyed at the fact you were leaning into his touch and annoyed at the familiar heartache that always let him get away with what he wanted. "I'm terrified. I don't want to hurt again. I don't want to hurt you either."

Carlos felt his heart clench, jaw taut with irritation. Every fibre of him hated that you even had to say that. But you were right. You always were. He whispered softly, letting his forehead meet yours, "You won't. I promise. I promise to be a better man. Just please give me a chance... give us a chance."

You opened your eyes to see those desperate puppy eyes boring into yours. You brought your hand to the one holding on your face, rubbing it gently. You knew your answer the moment he asked. "Okay," You responded with a small smile.

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Initially, it was hard to get as comfortable as you once were with Carlos. You took every step with caution and he could tell by the scrunch of your nose and the chewing of you lip when you pondered for a moment too long. It was eating at him but there was nothing he could do but fufill his promise to you.

Carlos took you out on several dates as opposed to the few he previously taken you on. They weren't grand. No. Instead they were intimate. Dates that showed he was putting effort in. Like the time he decided to have a dinner date at his house where all the food was prepared by him. It was disastrous to say the least but you were also convinced he had gotten his sisters to help him out given that there was burnt food in the trash and it's aroma covered by candles and perfume in the air.

A sunset picnic followed after that. It was one of your favourites. The sun was setting, of course, and the warm breeze brushed past you while you ended up reading one of your favourite childhood books to Carlos. He listened intently as his hands roamed your skin. It wasn't necessarily sensual but it was intimate. Like all he wanted to do was just bathe in your presence. And bathe Carlos did as he began to ask you questions about your childhood and your family.

It bugged him that despite being with you for some time, he knew nothing about you. At least not really. Knowing your body reactions felt superficial in comparison to finding out you had a family pet that you cherished so much, your financial hardships, or that your parents disapproved of your modelling. That really hurt him. You didn't have anyone close to you. And he had just left you.

Carlos mentioned to you how much of a polla he truly was, apologising for all you had gone through. And while you laughed at his comment, you thanked him, hesitantly pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

Carlos gazed at you as his heart throbbed at your action. He stared at you with a twinkle in his eyes. There was something about this moment... he wasn't quite sure whether it was the setting sun that made you glow or that breeze that made your hair gently fly while your perfume consumed him, but it made him nervous and happy.

Carlos smiled at your raised brows. "You're just so beautiful, cariño."

You sucked in a sharp breath. That look in his eyes... it was the same one you gave him when you were just mesmerised by his beauty. And now he looked at you the same way.

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Three months had passed and you had finally stepped into the paddock after what had felt like forever. Everyone was psyched that you were back here. Fans were screaming your name and the drivers had finally seen the reason behind the sudden change in Carlos.

"So... you and Y/N?" Lando queried carefully, watching you talk to Lily and Alex about all the things the both of you had missed.

Carlos peered over to you, catching your passing eyes. His heart skipped a beat at your little wave and smiling eyes. He grinned at you and waved back.

Lando watched the exchange with curious eyes, pulling a feigned pained expression. "Yeah... you and Y/N."

Carlos rolled his eyes at the man who had become one of his closest friends. "Yes, Lando, we're together. We've... we've been taking it slow. So I don't fuck it up."

Lando smiled at Carlos' words. He slapped his hand on the Spaniard's shoulder. "Good," He chirped, before dropping his smile. "You better not. That's basically my best friend right there. You hurt her, you better keep an eye out for Lily and I, and Alex by association."

Carlos chuckled. "Imagine if Fewtrell heard that."

"What Max doesn't know won't hurt him," Lando shrugged.

Carlos smiled in amusement, finding you walking towards him with the previously mentioned couple. "What are you two trying to get my lovely lady to do?" He asked with narrowed eyes when you appeared with a suspiciously wide smile. A beautiful smile, but suspicious nonetheless.

You flushed at his words, taking in a deep breath. "I may have been convinced to do a bit of... ugh, golf."

Golf. Your most dreaded sport. From the moment you knew what it was, you could not think of a more boring sport to save your life. No offence to Lily, but it was an old man's sport. And every F1 driver playing it did not help. But Lily being the amazing girl she was had changed your mind.

Lando cheered and Carlos' eyes widened slightly. "How did you manage to convince her? Even I couldn't get her to join me. Me out of all people."

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. "I think your win from me golfing is a little different from Lily's. Lily wants me to learn."

"Yeah? And what do I want that is so different?" Carlos asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to me.

You stood on your toes a bit, reaching his ear. "Quieres verme con esa diminuta ropa de golf," You whispered in Spanish, pulling away from his ear. "Esa es la diferencia." You want to see me in those teeny little golf clothes. That's the difference.

You felt a familiar tingle creep up your spine as you met Carlos' darkened eyes and tightened grip on your waist. His tongue darted out, swiping his bottom lip while he eyed you carefully. You were a vixen. A final smug smile rested on his face. "You're right, cariño. That's exactly what I want."

Lily looked at you two blankly. "Anyone catch that?" She asked Alex and Lando, who both shook their heads. She sighed, "Leave it to us to not know one of the most popular languages in the world. See you tomorrow, lovebirds. Try keep your hands off each other, there's kids."

Lando gaped at Lily's side glance towards him. "Well I never!"

Carlos grinned at Lando's words, keeping an eye on you. "I'll try."

You drew a sharp breath. What kind of mess had you exactly set up for yourself?

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To be honest, Carlos wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting when you had told him that your manager had sorted out a golf outfit since it was not like you were playing an official tournament. But when you arrived to meet Carlos, Lando, Lily, and Alex at the golf course, Carlos let out the most strained sigh he had ever released.

You were a model, sorry, a supermodel, you looked good in everything already. But you dressed up for his favourite pass time was killing him.

You stood in front of him in the sun visor that hid your long hair, wearing the absolute tightest sleeveless polo shirt known to mankind tucked into small little pink skirt that rested at the middle of your thighs.

God, you were leaving very little for Carlos to imagine. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do to you first: 'accidentally' splash that white shirt with water because he just knew by those nipples that you weren't wearing a bra or excuse the both of you to the bathroom where he could bend you over and fuck you senselessly.

Lily let out a low whistle when she saw you. "Y/N, the woman you are..." She clicked her tongue while shaking her head.

You laughed lightly as Alex look at her incredulously. "I'm right here, you know."

"Alex, are you a woman named Y/N?" Lily asked genuinely.

"I– no," Alex stuttered with furrowed brows while Lando grinned.

"That’s what I thought!" Lilly gave a smug smile, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek before linking her arm with yours.

Alex stood with Carlos, blinking blankly at your retreating figures. “I don’t get it,” Alex told the Spaniard.

Lando chuckled while Carlos placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “You don’t need to. It’s Y/N. Now come on. From what I know, you have a lot to learn from Lily.”

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Carlos was already bracing himself for whatever antics you were going to put up. He was expecting your full on ass up against him, teasing him to the point where he did end up taking you in the bathroom.

But you had decided to go the hard way.

When Carlos was teaching you how to hit the ball and what angle to use the golf club, he severely used the opportunity to put his hands on your hips. He thought you were going to fall back into his chest and press up on him. But instead you decided to listen to his instructions all so intently.

Then he saw it.

Your tongue darting out past those perfect lips of yours, wetting all those crevices with a natural sheen before you sunk your teeth to concentrate on hitting the ball.

And after he had seen it, Carlos couldn’t see anything else normally. Or he would argue that you wouldn’t let him.

No way was the slip of the golf ball accidental. Not when he watched you slowly bend down to get it, revealing your delicious cleavage in the so very unfortunate cut of your polo. Not when he watched your pink skirt cling to your thighs tightly as your lips jutted out to blow away the dirt from the ball.

It was a golf ball, for God’s sake. Of course it was going to have dirt on it.

And as you stood up, you turned so your ass faced him, skirt hugging your ass tight enough so he could see a sliver of your bare pussy.

Carlos could swear that he had never clutched a golf club as hard as he had in his life.

To make matters worse, all you did was strut away with a smirk while you shamelessly checked him out all throughout the games, leaving him with a semi-hard he tried his best to hide behind the thin handle of the club.

You were torturing him without even touching him. And he hated it.

Carlos couldn’t even excuse himself nor you to the bathroom after you purposefully decide to cling to Lily, who was suggesting different methods to play.

The dreadful day had finally come to an end as everyone began to feel the kick of playing golf for so long. You and Carlos bid goodbye to Lily, Alex, and Lando, after your boyfriend definitely did not inform you that you were going back home with him instead of your manager.

After packing your things away in Carlos’ red Ferrari, you happily took a seat in the front, letting out a small yawn as you stretched your arms.

Carlos quietly eyed you as he reversed out of the parking lot. “Tired?” He asked.

You nodded with slightly heavy eyelids. “It takes a lot of energy.”

“I agree,” Carlos nodded. “Teasing takes a lot of energy, hmm?”

Your eyes were fully awake now. You peered at the side of Carlos’ face. His jaw was taut and hands tightly gripped the wheel. You tried to hide your teetering smile but it was difficult. You just loved riling up Carlos. Especially sexually.

“A lot,” You agreed, also nodding before you moved your eyes out your window to prevent you from fully grinning.

Carlos internally sighed. You were a menace.

As he drove to his hotel, an idea popped into Carlos’ head. He knew the way to hotel and golf course like the back of his hand. He also knew that in two left turns, there was the most sketchy but quiet road in town.

Carlos pushed down the indicator, watching the left arrow blink rapidly at him while he turned the wheel. He could see your head turn to him in curiosity.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Carlos smiled softly, shaking his head as if it was nothing while taking the last left turn.

You raised a brow. You feigned a gasp. “Is this where you kill me? Is this how I die? On some road in Miami?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Yes. How did you know?” He deadpanned.

Carlos parked the car in between some trees, ensuring that all the windows were fairly covered because no matter what, at the end of the day, he cared for both for your images.

Carlos turned to find your eyes already on him, waiting for an explanation. “You know the last time we met in Miami?”

You blinked blankly at him. “How could I forget?” You retorted sarcastically, covering up any last few traces of pain associated with that trip.

Carlos pursed his lips, smiling apologetically. He took your hands into his, rubbing them gently. “Well, when we were in the car, I had this vision—well I always have this vision but it was strong then, anyways—I had this vision of fucking you in this car, on the highway, ass on the wheel, making a mess on me, and making you cum so hard that you cover that Ferrari logo.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes dilated in pleasure. Suddenly you felt tingly all over your body and a strong heat pulsating in between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together at the thought.

“So I thought,” Carlos confused, smirking at your action, “although you’ve been a tease, I would still like to fuck the life out of you, cariño. Isn’t that so nice of me?” He asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You wish you had the urge to roll your eyes. You really wish you did. But your breath was caught in your throat and you just felt a dribble of arousal leak past your aching core.

Instead you moved over to Carlos, putting a leg on either side of him and brought your lips to his.

Carlos immediately responded, hands flying towards your hips, gripping on your skin while he intensely kissed you back. He kissed you not just as a starved man, but a parched man. As if your lips were water and all he could do was drink you.

Your stomach churned with a familiar fire of pleasure. Your skin raised with goosebumps as Carlos’ thumbs circled your skin through the fairly thin fabric of your polo. A muffled moan was lodged in your throat the sound of Carlos’ grunts.

Carlos’ hands moved from your hips to the hem of your skirt. His hands dipped under the pink material that had been enticing him all day, feeling the ample flesh of your bare ass. An audible moan came from his throat as you had moved your lips to his neck to stop drinking those beautiful sounds.

“You’re such a tease, you know that? No fucking underwear so I could see those juicy lips of yours? Were you just waiting for me to take you from behind? What if Lando saw? Hmm?” Carlos queried, groping your ass while his fiery puppy browns pierced into your eyes.

You let out a small whine against his heated neck, bucking your hips against his cock.

“You like that, cariño? The idea of getting caught?” Carlos asked even though he clearly knew the answer if he looked down at the dark stain beginning to form on the front of your skirt.

Carlos smiled softly at your impatient eyes, pressed your hips onto his groin. “Grind on me, cariño. Make a mess on me,” He whispered, taking your lips with his once again.

You moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth in his bulge. The wave of arousal you craved slowly creeped up on you. The hard textured material of his shirt felt like a sin against your pussy. Carlos’ hands helping you keep your pace and making sure you felt every part of hard-on set you on fire.

Smoothly, Carlos used one of his hands to sneak up your thigh, the rough pads of his fingers leaving you in a blaze as he grazed your skin. “That’s it, cariño, that’s it,” He murmured against your lips. His fingers confused past the apex of your thigh, nearing your burning core.

Fuck, were you turned on. The heat radiating off your pussy was dangerous. His thumb edged towards your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves ever so slowly.

“Shit,” you swore, arching your back against the steering wheel. Your pussy ground up against his fingers while trying to press further on his cock; entertaining both levels of pleasure.

Carlos felt his cock tighten painfully against his hands when he moved his eyes from you and down to where your pussy met him. God, you had made a mess. His eyes flickered back up, watching you obscenely cover the Prancing Horse. “Merde,” He cussed.

This was how he wanted you. Fuck. Making a claim on everything that belonged to him with your body. Just the way he wanted.

You could feel Carlos dip his head forward, giving a long lick to your right nipple. You were sure your white polo was now see through, letting your pebbled mounds become available for Carlos’ disposal. You moaned, feeling your pussy become sticky with pleasure as Carlos pulled down the cut of your polo, freeing your breasts from those teasing confines, watching them bounce in admiration before he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

You arched your back even further, pushing your breast into his mouth while the other hand resting on your hip moved to fondle your lonely nipple, leaving you to do the rest of the work. "Carlos," You cried out breathlessly, speeding the pace of your hips as a familiar coil began to unwind at the pit of your stomach.

Carlos knew that tone better than he knew his circuits. Unlatching his swollen lips from your nipple, he looked up at you, making you moan even further. It was hard to disagree that Carlos was a good looking man, but right now, you were seeing him like no other: puffy lips, sweat-ridden tousled brown hair, cheeks freckled with pinks and reds, dark lust-hazed eyes... all for you.

"Don't cum just yet, cariño. I need to be inside you," Carlos panted, his tongue swiping his lips drenched.

You shuddered at the action before looking at him in dismay. "Carlos. Papi, no. Por favor." Please.

Just when Carlos thought his cock couldn't harden any further, you had proven the impossible. He held your chin in his hand, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Don't do that, cariño. Don't papi me. I'm already being so nice, hmm? Be a good girl and listen to be, okay baby?"

You sighed in frustration but you hips eased it's speed, succumbing to Carlos without a second thought.

Carlos pressed a kiss to the side of your head, continuing to rub your clit excruciatingly slow. "That's my girl," He praised, pressing you right against the steering wheel as he lifted his hips up.

Naturally your hands fell to his shorts, eagerly pushing down the pair of clothing as far as you could in this space. Your mouth salivated at the large bulge in his grey boxers. It was like his cock was greeting you; aching to me to you. In awe, you put your hand over his hard cock, softly brushing over the pulsating bulge.

"Fuck," Carlos sighed, eyes closed, feeling like he was on an obscene high already. He felt you gently trace over his thick cock, going even slower when you reached his tip, painstakingly grazing his slit through his boxers. He shot out his hand, holding yours in place.

Carlos swallowed all the saliva that he had gathered after seeing your wide, almost innocent, eyes beaming at him while a sickly sweet smile sprawled across your face. Jesus. How did he ever let you go? Now that he had you, he most certainly couldn't.

You grinned, knowing exactly how to awake the monster within him. You pushed down his boxers, letting him fully settle into the seat of the Ferrari and his cock stand against his toned stomach with a shade that almost made it look like it was angry with you for taking this long.

Gathering all the saliva in your mouth, you let the hot clear fluid slowly fall from your lips and onto his cock. Carlos sighed at the feeling, thumb reaching out to gather the last few drops from your lips before you brought it into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the pad of his thumb, giving him a pre-show before you released him.

Carlos watched as you bent down towards his cock, using your hand to rub your saliva down his throbbing cock. You could feel him pulsing in your hands, dying to be inside you. You lifted yourself back up, signalling Carlos you were ready.

Carlos' hands skated up your skirt, grabbing your bare hips as he guided you over his cock. All this time he had been teasing you as awfully as you had teased him today, so when you felt his cock against your wet folds, you let out a gasp while you hips bucked against involuntarily.

"Jesus fucking Christ," You swore, shuddering at the intoxicating high swarming through your body.

Carlos' cock throbbed against your pussy. He loved your sensitivity, so he pushed himself through your folds again, tip rubbing against your stimulated clit. He grunted against you. He could watch your body defy you over and over again.

But as much as he loved it, Carlos had been waiting to be in you liked a starved man.

Carlos' eyes flittered up to yours while he slowly pushed his cock into you. He memorised you carefully. Every twitch, every quiver. Your parter lips, the frequency of your moan. The contortion of your eyebrows while pleasure laced your eyes. He could remember you like this forever; his beautiful girl.

"Carlos," You panted, "more, please."

"Your wish is my command, princesa," Carlos whispered against your skin, pushing his hips further into you. His hands tightened around your waist, the warm grip of your folds pulling him in like a drug.

You knew it then and you knew it know. Carols had bewitched you. You would never be able to get enough of this feeling. The feeling of his cock jerking into your pussy because he just can't control himself. Nor the feeling of sucking him in like a vice because you want him all to yourself.

Carlos moaned, thrusting his aching cock while he muttered obscenities as if he was under some sort of spell. For what it was worth, he was. Every day, you entranced him. But right now, the sight of you against the Prancing Horse that was waiting to be covered in your cum... your saliva-covered breasts bouncing, your arched back against the wheel... it was driving him crazy. You were driving him crazy.

Your hands travelled to his hair, lips grazing past the bridge of his nose while you groaned. Your fingers wrapped his dishevelled brown waves around them, giving his locks a slight tug that coursed down his body.

Your hips ground against Carlos harshly, attempting to take any extra sliver of euphoria. His cock drove in and out of you at a rate that left no innocence in this car. It was lewd; the slapping of your sticky skin against one another, your breathless pants mingling together, and the fogged windows occurring from your feverish skin. Fuck, the both of you were in overdrive.

You let out a small whimper when you felt your body start to shake. You looked down at Carlos, who was peppering your bare shoulder with long sloppy kisses as he continued to thrust. Your eyes softened and the coil in your stomach began to tighten. "Carlos, I–"

Carlos smiled at the urgency in your voice. He began to pick up his pace, let out a few breathless pants. "Cum for me, mi amor."

You shook your head. "No, fuck, fuck, I–" You closed your eyes at the nearing high but forced them to open again, finding those puppy browns staring you down with confusion and maybe, just maybe, a bit of trauma from the last time. But you just had to say it. "I love you, Carlos. I love you so fucking much, mi amor. And I'll love you forever," You sobbed out.

Carlos gazed at you with wide eyes, his pace faltering slightly. As much as it turned him on, his heart was probably ten times happier. He felt warm; complete. He softened his gaze, bringing one hand to your cheek. His heart swelled at your natural lean in. Brushing his thumb gently, "I love you so much, Y/N. So much. And I'll never forget to remind you until my very last breath. You're my entire universe, querida (darling)."

Your eyes watered with a sickening amount of love as your body was hit with wave after wave. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed, clenching your eyes, a few tears slowly falling. Your hips bucked up against him, reaching for the high as Carlos rubbed your clit in fast circles.

"That's it, mi amor. Cum for me. Cover the the entire fucking wheel. Make a mess," Carlos encouraged, pushing you against the wheel, making your body convulse even further at the new texture.

"Fuck!" You swore, pussy throbbing and hips involuntarily jerking, reaching your climax.

Carlos groaned at the tight clench around his cock.

"Cum for me, Carlos. Look at the mess I made. All because of you. All for you," You coaxed, riding your sensitive pussy over him slowly.

His eyes flickered to the black Prancing Horse covered in your arousal; each little crevice of the wheel soaking up your cum. God, the monster you made him... He grunted, speeding up his pace as the coil in his stomach began to unwind quickly.

"Fuck, fuck," Carlos moaned loudly, holding you tightly to him. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," He muttered like a mantra, hips stuttering against you. He twitched inside you, feeling the hot salty strings of his cum spill into you.

"Oh, fuck," He sighed again, head falling on your chest while you moaned at the feeling of his cum inside you, clenching just one more time. His cock throbbed with another small high, pumping the last few ropes of his cum into you.

You let out a slow exhale, lifting Carlos' head by tilting his chin to face you. You rubbed his face gently, leaving a trail of kisses on his face as you both calmed down. You eyed the fogged windows and turned to see the Prancing Horse that had started this whole thing in the first place. You laughed softly.

"Well that was a stylish vision you had there," You remarked with a grin.

Carlos grinned right back at you. "Oh, cariño, we are doing that at least once every week."

"Oh, really?" You teased, putting your hands around his neck. "Well this type of car sex is definitely my style," You agreed after some feigned thinking.

Carlos smiled, tucking your sweaty hair behind your ears. He placed a long kiss on your lips. "It's our style."

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sunny days - carlos sainz jr.

request: could you write something short about a date with carlos? it can be day or night. just wanna know what your ideal date with him would look like!!! a/n: requested by my lovely @scuderiasundays. my ideal date is literally just lounging/relaxing, and just enjoying eachother's company. i hope u enjoy this little piece of my brain + bonus of insta au at the end? huh??? what?? warnings: little bit sexual at the end! so minors dni

please don't be a ghost reader<3

The sun’s light shines between the trees’ limbs, patterns of leaves and branches adorning everything the sun can’t touch. You’re tucked nicely under the shadows using your boyfriend’s lap as a pillow. Despite being in his hometown, he’s also hiding away from the harsh Spanish heat, a baseball cap settled nicely on his head to shy away the rays from his eyes.

Your sunglasses are resting at the tip of your nose, just enough to allow you to clearly read the book you have hovering over your face. You’re entranced in the story line, eyes wandering over the page as your mind pieces everything together. You’re wondering what the main character is about to do next, finger gently bending over the corner of the page. To your dismay though, your boyfriend’s face appears into view right before you can flip to the next page.

“Mi amor,” He says, dragging his words with a soft sigh. It’s the third time he’s calling for you, waiting for your attention to shift back to him. You smile at how dramatic he is, resting your book on top of your chest.

“Dime,” Tell me, you muse him for a bit, smiling when his hands go down to play with your hair. As always his touch is gentle, fingers carding through the strands as he watches over you.

“Nada, solo te quería decir que te amo.” Nothing, I just wanted to tell you I love you. His lips pull into a wide smile when he sees your cheeks flush red, and his head leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Instead of his lips though you feel the bill of his hat hit your chin instead.

Your reaction is instant, a wave of warmth washing over your chest as you hold back a laugh.

“No te rias,” His voice comes out as a whine, but it’s too late, you’re in one of your fits. He can’t even be too mad, sees the way your hands go to your face to stop yourself from laughing.

“Vamos,” Come on, you say in between giggles, gesturing to him to lean down. He wears a pout as he does so, watches as your hands reach up this time. Instead of cupping his cheeks they snake to his hat, turning it to get the bill facing backwards. “Eres demasiado mono. Dame un beso, porfa,” You’re too cute. Give me a kiss, please.

Your hands cup his cheeks just as your lips touch, and Carlos could care less about the weird pull of his back as he leans down further to deepen the kiss. Your fingers gently rub at his stubble and his hand goes to hold your thigh. Teasingly, he rubs in circles by the edge of your dress, wishing he could sneak his hand up higher.

By the time he pulls away he’s wearing a small but smug smile, loving the way you’re both breathless. He thinks he has your full attention, but instead of your hands being on him, they are returning back to your book.

You're nice enough to steal a peck back before your eyes leave him, going to the pages to search for the last word you’ve read.

He realizes he needs to act quick, before he needs to fight once more for your attention. He goes for what he can see first, your sunglasses. Expecting you to fight back, he swats your hand away as soon as you reach to get them. He smirks just as he puts them on.

“Oye, devuelvelo,” Hey, give it back. Carlos simply shakes his head moving away when your hand tries to swipe at his face. You expect him to dodge you though so before he even has time to think of his next move you’ve sat up, turning to him with determination.

He goes to defend your glasses, but he doesn’t expect you to go for his shoulders, pushing with your entire weight. You both land with a loud thump as Carlos’ back hits the ground.

“Ay,” He groans, but you figure it can’t be that bad if his hands are still focused on defending your sunglasses, so instead of those, you go for the second best thing.

The cap is a bit loose on your head, hanging low over your brows, but your main goal was to make a point, not be comfortable. “Pues me quedo con la gorra,” Well, I’ll keep the hat.

Carlos smiles, rolling his eyes as his hands go to hold your thighs instead. With all the commotion you had ended up straddling him, face hovering over his with your necklace swinging above his face. He doesn’t seem to mind though, not with how high your skirt has ridden up and how you feel on top of him. He squeezes your thigh, gives you a mischievous smile as his hand snakes itself further up.

He can hear the hitch of your breath and the way your eyes skim around for others. You don’t stop him though, not when his fingers are toying at the band of your panties, or when his lips mark up your neck.

He revels in it, enjoying having every little bit of your attention.

You never did find out what happened next in your book, but you realize that you don't mind that much either.

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Mile High Club - Carlos Sainz

I was inspired by Carlos' Instagram story 😂 enjoy!

pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

warning: smut

word count: 1.5K

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"What are you doing?" you ask Carlos as he busily types away on his cell phone. You see that he's composing a text and wonder what he's so meticulously writing down.

"I'm giving my followers on Instagram, some tips on how to prevent a jet lag."

You and Carlos are currently on a flight from Madrid to Dubai, then transferring to another plane to Melbourne. You usually accompany Carlos to race weekends in Europe, as the short distances are clearly more pleasant to travel. You've only flown long-haul twice before, and that never in First Class. The comfort or rather luxury made the long flight a lot more pleasant.

"Which would be?" you inquire with interest, putting your book aside and leaning in further towards him. You two share a cabin. Somehow, it's disconcerting that despite the number of passengers on board, you were able to be so private and secluded. On top of that, your little compartment was very cozy.

"You can read all about it in my story..." he mumbles as he continues typing.

You pull a pout. All you wanted was some attention and affection from your boyfriend. Carlos has always been very reserved and especially in public. He loves you, more than anything in the world, but physical touch is not his love language compared to yours. He loves spending time with you, but hugging, caressing and kissing you in front of everyone is just not his thing. He is loving and caring, but only ever in your private togetherness.

"I want you to explain it to me though..." you continue to pout and start a new attempt to get Carlos' undivided attention. He looks up at you from his phone and sees you leaning in close, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Oi, cariño! Don't look at me like that..."

"How am I looking at you?"

"Please just don't..."

You fall dramatically back in your seat and cross your arms in front of your chest. Again, there's that pout and this time it's justified.

Carlos groans a little annoyed, but then relents. "So..." he begins, explaining his stay-awake method for the first flight. You watch him closely. In everything he does, he is always so passionate. Even if it's just about a simple Instagram post. When Carlos talks, it's always with his hands. His long and talented fingers which he knows exactly how to use. Your gaze wanders to his face and gets stuck on his lips. His full and beautiful lips.

He is such a good kisser. You'd love to fall around his neck right now and nibble on that plump lower lip. Just as he's telling you about the importance of light conditions, you're done. You put your hand on his thigh and it completely throws him off his game. He looks at your hand and then back at you. He knows this look all too well and has to swallow hard, "Mi amor, please...".

Innocently you look at him and have that smug grin on your lips, "Go ahead!".

Nervously, he shifts in his seat, making sure no one can look into your separate compartment. He clears his throat and tries to remember the last point on his list. Which is getting harder and harder as your hand continues to move up until it's on his crotch. Carlos puts his head in the back of his neck and moans a little excited. Within a few seconds he is hard, this can be clearly felt under the fabric of his jeans. You take your other hand to it and open his pants with skillful grips, "I know another method to keep you awake.".

"Ay, Dios mio..." he moans out as you finally reach into his boxers, freeing his hard cock and gently taking it in your hand. With an animalistic look, he looks at you. His pupils so dilated that barely any of his amber iris can be seen. His hands grip the armrests of his seat even tighter and his hips jerk eagerly towards your hand. Now he is addicted to your touch and wants you to intensify your movements.

"Please don't stall me like this..." he literally begs you, whispering so that the passengers around you don't notice anything, or at least as little as possible. You smile triumphantly and slide off your seat to kneel between his legs. The sight of his cock excites you too and without hesitation you take him in your mouth.

Carlos bites his lower lip at this contact to prevent a loud groan. A rumble escapes his throat, this only sports you further on.

Carlos is big, too big to take him completely into your mouth. You struggle until you feel him deep in your throat. Tears shoot into your eyes as Carlos rhythmically thrusts his hips forward. He holds your open hair together in a ponytail with his fist and now sets the rhythm. You give yourself to him and let him fuck your mouth. As loving as he is to you, he could also be dominant and you would be lying if you said you didn't like it at all.

Carlos is getting closer to an orgasm, but he doesn't want to cum in your mouth. "Come here." he prompts you and pulls your mouth from his cock. Now you look at him a bit surprised. Neither he nor you are people who are quiet during sex, but Carlos is so driven by lust that he doesn't care about anything around him now. Hesitating slightly, you climb onto his lap and lean down to kiss him. Luckily you opted for a long wrap dress today with the springy temperatures in Madrid, so Carlos quickly pushes the skirt of the dress aside to get to your underwear.

"Already so wet for me?" he asks bluntly with his strong Spanish accent, which sounds as sexy as never before and grins cheekily. His fingers roam over the top of your thong, feeling how damp the fabric already is.

"You're rude." you admonish him in a whisper and kiss him greedily again to prevent a groan. Carlos immediately takes this chance and pushes your thong aside to enter you with his index and middle finger. His other hand fumbles with the bow of your wrap dress and opens it. In front of him the sight of your slightly transparent lace bra. Then he puts his hand on the back of your head, so you don't have the chance to pull your head away from another kiss. You moan into his mouth during the kiss, fortunately this muffles all sounds from both of you.

Carlos barely gives you time to get used to his fingers and already withdraws them from you. Only to place his cock in front of your entrance. You want to feel him, you want him to fill you. Quickly you settle on him and take him inside you almost effortlessly. A familiar feeling for both of you, which you can never get enough of. You let your eyes roll back and begin to grind your hips. Carlo's hands linger on your hips to keep them as low as possible, so that he is deep inside you. Again he sets the rhythm and you bury, your face in the crook of his neck. The desire for each other and also joining the Mile High Club now, makes your adrenaline level rise higher.

"Carlos, I'm about to cum." you moan barely audible into his ear.

"A little more..." he murmurs back and you feel his hard grips on your hips. You increase your pace and feel the knot in your abdomen tighten. Your legs are already shaking and your breathing is also completely uncontrolled. Carlos watches you struggle with yourself, as you try to delay your orgasm. This only turns him on more. You both exchange intense glances, trying to admonish each other to not make any telltale sounds.

"Okay." he nods at you, out of breath.

"Okay?" you assure yourself and again Carlos nods at you in confirmation.

Carlos has already given you several breathtaking orgasms, but you can never remember one as intense as this one. You ride your high out on him completely and Carlos watches as you do. You look so damn sexy while doing it. This memory will stay with him forever. After your climax, you smile at each other. Carlos puts his hand lovingly in your neck and pulls you down to kiss you again. You are only too happy to return this tender kiss.

"I don't think anyone heard anything." you whisper against his lips after breaking away from the kiss.

"Even if they did..." grins Carlos mischievously and you slide off his lap, back into your seat. You both get dressed again and fix your hairstyles, in the small mirror in front of you.

"Maybe I should add the Mile High Club to my stay-awake-list." Carlos mumbles with another cheeky grin on his lips.

"And the company should better wear a dress..." you add, joining in his laughter.

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DESERVE IT - PART TEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you are forced to hear what Manu has to tell you, and a surprise at the office makes you rethink your relationship with Javier

Warnings: hurt, angst, offenses, fluff, mentions of smut, sexual tension, jealousy and more angst

A/N: sorry taking so long, I was sick and I was caught up in a sudden Agent Whiskey vibes that got me distracted from Javi and Joel 🥺

Also, I think it's pretty obvious I have no idea how the DEA office works in the show, so in my story, I picture it as the station of B99 where there's the upper floor department which is the DEA and the lower floor department that it's the station, lol

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• PART THREE

• PART FOUR

• PART FIVE

• PART SIX

• PART SEVEN

• PART EIGHT

• PART NINE

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When Manu left his home that Sunday morning, he was determined to face the man he hated the most in the world.

He wasn't sure how he began hating that man, but it had something to do with the moment he joined the police enforcement in Colombia.

He was a typical american guy, looking down at everything in Manu's beloved country and always thinking he was above all.

Maybe it was his smug smile, those stupid tight pants as if he'd been trapped for over a decade or how the office girls swooned for him. He hadn't exchanged more than two or three words, but whenever they had some mission concerning Escobar and the DEA dogs, that motherfucker walked around with that attitude, as if he was better than anyone else.

Manu just hated how pretentious he was, how he swore he had all those women on his feet. Most of the time, he did, but the women he had on his feet weren't the kind of women Manu liked. They were usually cheap, easy girls, or literally prostitutes. And then he saw you.

You were possibly the most beautiful woman Manuel had ever seen in his life, you were always sweet and kind to everyone, politeness and efficiency were something everyone from the office noticed, you treated everyone equally… except for maybe Colleen, it was noticeable how you couldn't stand her, but no one could actually blame you as that woman was kind of annoying. Manu watched you from afar every day, since you began working at the station. He liked admiring you, he had never spoken to you, but in his mind, he was sure you were a beautiful person, inside and out. He just didn't understand why you seemed to be attached to Peña's hip, you weren't a cop, you weren't his partner and you certainly weren't his girlfriend, as the word on the street said Peña didn't do relationships.

And yet, you gave him the heart eyes, you were always laughing together and very often you giggled at whatever he had said.

Manu was always confused as to why someone like you, could orbitate around Javier.

Then, Carlos initiated his weird obsession with you. He still went after the girls in the office, but you seemed to linger longer in his mind. One of the reasons was that, just like Manu, he also couldn't stand Javier. And winning one of his girls would be a great victory for him. And also because you never gave Carlos the time of the day, and it drove him mad. Not many women refused him, but you did, so when flirtation didn't work, he turned his aim at you, and tried making you the office's joke, which Manu immediately put an end to it, when he was around at least. He didn't need people gossiping around and distracting themselves from work.

So he just decided not to listen to any of that gossip and remind himself that everything that came from Carlos was pure shit.

And then you were transferred to his department, and when he met you, he knew he'd made the right choice by not letting any gossip about you influence him. You were everything he'd dreamed of in a person and just the fact that you actually took a liking on him, was enough to show Manu that sometimes good things happened.

During your brief relationship, Manu never really liked the fact you were once so close to Javier, but just as he had his own past relationships, you did too, besides, you were always so honest when you said you didn't have anything with him, you two were friends and nothing else, and well, as for Manuel, he had no reasons to doubt you.

He was bothered ever since he woke up the day before, he'd spent a wonderful night with you, you had finally had sex, he was staying at your house and that must've been a big deal, right? But once he woke up, he heard you whimpering and moaning in his sleep. He smirked happily, assuming you were dreaming of him and possibly wanted another round of him.

So he trailed kisses around your neck and your shoulder, which you sleepily welcomed with more moans, but then he heard Javier's name coming out of your lips.

Manu didn't really believe it at first, he must have misheard what you said, and even after he questioned you and you explained yourself saying you were just telling him good morning. Once again, he believed you, he had no reasons to doubt you after all.

Then when you both got to the barbecue, he couldn't help but have that characteristic feeling of hatred and anger spreading through his body. The mere presence of Javier caused that. Everything about that guy bothered him, made his skin crawl and the fact he kept his stupid, ridiculous sunglasses on all the time pretending he wasn't eye fucking you, was driving him insane.

Manu couldn't lie about the fact he was a little disappointed when you asked him to go home, he loved every minute of the night you had spent together and every fiber of his body was longing for a repetition of that, he wanted to do it again, to have you lost in his arms, being in so much pleasure you couldn't help but being loud as hell. However, he didn't want to overstay, if you were asking him to leave you had a good reason, and for the third time, Manuel Herrera believed in you because he had no other reason not to.

When he woke up that Sunday morning, he sighed as the side of the bed you were supposed to take as your own was cold and empty. He hoped he could wake up to your sleepy, smiley face, but that was not happening. He got up and made himself breakfast, taking his time to think about your relationship and smiled at himself, he had something good going on and he wanted to assure things would continue that way. An idea crossed his mind and after debating it with himself, he decided to do it, as there was a slim, but consistent possibility it would work out.

He saw himself driving to the place of the guy he hated the most in the whole wide world: Javier Peña.

At first he hadn't planned it very well, but it was something pretty simple, he was going to talk to Javier in a straightforward way, no beating around the bush, he was just going to straightforward ask Javier to leave you alone once for all.

He wasn't trying to control your friendships, but he didn't trust Javier and since you seemed to have been so vulnerable towards him, he thought it could be a nice request, a fair request, even. Especially since Javier had been treating you like shit for months, Manu thought it would be a decent idea. First he was going to knock on his door, have a chat with him and then he would go to your apartment, kiss you on the lips and take you out for lunch.

He stood in front of Javier's door, knocking on it and as soon as the door opened, he recited the words he'd rehearsed in his mind, until he went completely silent at the image of you, standing there, naked underneath that shirt and Manu's world was forever changed by that.

At first, it took him a split second to recognize you, he'd eyed first the naked legs and only then his gaze went up until the confirmation of who it was hit him harder than a train running right off the track. His first assumption was that it was just another hooker opening the door, but when he realized it was no one but his own girlfriend, it felt like the ground had disappeared from under his feet.

"Manu?" You whispered in shock, he was literally the last person you thought that would knock on Javier's door. You were even holding his badge, being sure Javi himself returned to get it, but not your boyfriend. He just stood there, with a shocked and horrid expression, he didn't dare say a single word, instead he saw as your lower lip trembled and your eyes immediately filled with tears.

"Manu" his name was nothing but a ghostly whisper coming out of your lips "I'm so sorry…" you began your apologies but he didn't want to hear any of it.

He ran his hands through his hair, in frustration, pain, heartbreak.

"How long, Y/N?" His voice was steady, he really thought it was going to break, show you how gutted he really was, but to his own surprise, it came out as emotionless as it could be.

"Manu, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for anything to happen, I was gonna go and talk to you later today, explain to you what's happening, I know I hurt you, but I don't want you to hate me…"

The way he stood there, not moving, not speaking, just staring at you was worse than if he was throwing a scene. So far, you had only met the good side of him, the side that was docile and sweet, you had no idea how he'd react to the shock of catching you red-handed.

"How long, Y/N?" He repeated himself "how long have you been double dealing like that? How long have you been cheating on me with Peña?!" He raised his voice and grabbed you by the arm. His grip wasn't painful but it was strong enough so you couldn't simply break free from it.

He took you inside Javier's apartment and closed the door, not wanting the neighbors to experience that scene.

"I-I haven't been with Javier for long… it happened last night, but I was gonna talk to you Manu, I swear. You are a great guy, and you deserve someone good to you, someone who doesn't hurt your feelings and can love you…" you explained, as you couldn't control your sobs, too many feelings flooding you all at once, finally the guilt and shame you had been lacking appeared. It was completely different now, at the light of the day. During the night, you'd been so caught on in your feelings for Javier, he was arms length close to you, he was right there, you couldn't resist, and your boyfriend… well, at that moment he was just an idea, a thought pushed away to the back of your mind. But now, Manu stood there, flesh and bone, right in front of you, anger and disappointment all aimed at you, and he was right in every single aspect. What you did to him was inexcusable, you couldn't even try to justify… what could you tell him? You couldn't resist Javier? You were carried away in the moment? You loved Javier and the whole reason why you dated Manu in the first place was because he made you forget your heart break for a little while? Would all those excuses be enough for you if the roles were reversed and you just found out your boyfriend had spent the night with the woman you hated the most in the world? You knew it wasn't enough.

"Ay, eres tan dulce!" He scoffed and looked at you, before turning around and taking a good look at the apartment "even when you were bouncing on Peña's cock you were still worried about my feelings… aren't you a great girlfriend?"

"I'm so sorry Manu, I never meant to hurt you, I really care for you, but we are not right for each other.."

"I'll give you one on that, querida, we are definitely not right for each other, because unlike your new boyfriend, I don't go out with whores" he said in a low voice "you know, Carlos always said you were one of those, a whore, a tiny little stupid girl who ran after Peña like a puppy with stupid heart eyes in hopes one day he would pay the slightest attention to you, and I always thought he was wrong… but now, I see he was absolutely right. I just came over to have a small chat with him, about you, by the way! So he would leave you alone, and I find you here, playing housewife, cleaning up after his mess, look at the way you are dressed, for fuck's sake, I've seen Peña pick up prostitutes wearing more clothes than you are right now! But I guess Carlos was right, you are not only a bitch, Y/N, but a real stupid one… out of all the men you could get involved with, you go and choose Peña?!" Manu laughed softly "I don't usually have hard feelings, and to be honest, if I could I'd wish you to be happy with him, but the problem is that I know you won't. Because he is an asshole, he's a manwhore, and you and your tight little pussy aren't gonna be able to keep him to yourself much longer, eventually he'll grow tired of you, and he'll go after other whores to seek the pleasure you won't be able to give him any longer, so I just know for a fact you won't be happy with him, but it's fine by me, because you deserve every single heartbreak he's gonna put you through, Y/N" Manu said giving you one last glance, a glance full of despise and walked out the door, leaving you alone with your guilt.

Now, if Manu had slapped you across the face, or kicked you in the guts it would've probably hurt less than his words.

You knew he was right, you couldn't even try and argue, he was just right. You had played with his feelings, used him in order to feel better about yourself and pretty much just to make Javier jealous.

You felt so ashamed of yourself and you wanted to curl up in some corner and disappear, everything he'd told you echoed through your mind. You didn't regret your night with Javi, not in a million of years, but now you saw you could have handled things better, not only that, you should have handled things better, that was the bare minimum. Manu never deserved the heartache you put him through and you would live with the guilt of that.

You walked back to his bed and curled up under the blanket, you wanted him there, you wanted to assure yourself he was real, what you two had was something worth screwing up your relationship for, but at the same time your ex's words were haunting you. Was Manu really right? At some point, would Javi just get tired of you?

You didn't know when you fell asleep, but you certainly did so while you were still crying, and only at the smell of Javier as you buried your face into your pillow was able to calm you down.

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Now, Javier was annoyed.

He wasn't just annoyed, he was pissed off. If he were trapped in a room with Steve Murphy and Pablo Escobar chances were he would shoot Murphy.

Javi felt he had been ripped off a dream, he'd spent the perfect night with you, the woman he loved and craved and he had made plans to spend the perfect day with you.

He would bring you breakfast in bed, sit next to you and enjoy your company, maybe share a cigarette with you. Then, he would invite you to shower and play with your tight, sweet and beautiful pussy there, kiss your body and soap all over it, so his hand would be a lot slippery when he explored your body.

Taking you to bed, he would probably rail you, and god, he wouldn't save any of his fantasies, he would have you on top of him, doggy style, topping you, it didn't matter, he just wanted your body against his, he wanted to spill inside of you and keep you to himself.

Then, as a gentleman, Javi would take you out on a date and finish this perfect Sunday buried balls deep inside of you once more. But then, Steve began knocking on his door like a madman demanding Javi to go check on La Quica information that led to nothing and deprived him from a whole day of you.

He wondered what you were up to, though. As he drove through the streets of Colombia and pretended to hear Murphy's words, as he blabbered about his wife, his kid and his life. But Javi's mind… ohh that was elsewhere.

He licked his lips and focused ahead, but all he could think of was you. He wondered if you went back to your place, if you'd changed clothes… what if you were on his bed, legs spread and fingering yourself thinking of him? The thought made him groan and his jeans get a little tighter.

"Wow, pay attention, man!!!" Steve suddenly said as Javi had run the red light and nearly hit another car.

"Jesus… sorry" Javier mumbled as he got back to his senses, your sweet pussy nearly got him killed, he smirked at himself.

It didn't take much longer to get home, he was just so eager to see you. Javi was convinced you were getting ready for your date, maybe he should have bought you some flowers? He wasn't sure, he hadn't been on a date in ages, what if you didn't like flowers? Was it possible? Women usually liked flowers. He could always get some on your way to the restaurant, it didn't really matter, he just wanted to be near you.

He barely paid attention to Steve saying his goodbyes and got into his apartment. He knocked on your door first, but as he had no replies, he went to his own, maybe you were still there.

He silently walked inside, and headed to his bedroom, he called you in a low voice but didn't get an answer, he didn't like that silence and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be taken back to his pop's ranch, he was sure he would never be welcomed by silence, instead there would always be music, laughter and giggles, coming from his loving wife, you and your babies.

He shook his head, he couldn't keep having these thoughts, it was too damn early for that, he didn't even know if you relationship would last. He wanted to, of course, but he also knew you deserved better, so if you ever found someone really good and would like to be with the new guy, Javi was sure nothing could be done.

But those self loathing thoughts died the moment he found you in his bed. You were still in his shirt and his heart clenched at the image.

You were just so relaxed, so gorgeous, and he smiled at himself. It felt like a whiff of new air, leaving the suffocating feeling he constantly had in his life, his job and just going home to something good. Suddenly he understood what his dad meant, fuck, he understood what Steve meant. It was about having something to come back home to.

Javi got rid of his shoes and sat next to the edge of the bed, he admired you, your hair, your body. You were everything Javier ever wished for, and he was aware it was too much for him, but it didn't matter at that time.

His hand went for your hair, caressing it gently, seeing how you barely moved in your sleep. His hand ran down your back this time, he stroked you over the shirt, and saw how it rolled up, exposing your cheeks. He bit his lips, your ass was so perfect, so gorgeous, inviting, it was a sight that would always drive him insane, but at that very moment, he didn't want to touch you inappropriately, he wanted to feel you closer. He lowered his body and sank his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, it smelled like home to him. Javier chuckled at himself at how pathetic he was, you definitely put him under your spell and he loved every single minute of it.

When Javi wrapped his arm around you, you shifted and raised yourself startled as you didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place.

You turned around and saw him, he looked puzzled, confused even, but you didn't care. You just threw your arms around his neck and pulled you for a real tight hug. You tried controlling your tears, but it was hard. That heaviness in your chest wouldn't go away, it seemed every time you took your breath something stung inside and it was like a pool of tears were being contained by a thin curtain that was about to burst at any minute.

Javi just held you, keeping you in his embrace as tight as he could, though he immediately demanded to know what was going on. Through his mind the worst possible scenarios ran freely, he gulped thinking of what could've happened to you, fuck, for a moment he feared even someone from Los Pepes had tried to harm you in any way, but when your shaky, low voice professed the name of your now, ex-boyfriend, everything made sense.

Truth was, Javier was so drunk in love, he spent his afternoon living in a world where only you and him mattered and only you and him were a couple. No one else existed, no else was in the picture, so of course he forgot about Manu's pathetic existence, and consequently, also forgot you were going to talk to him.

"Shit baby, what happened? Did he hurt you? Did that motherfucker harm you? If he touched a strand of your hair I'll go over there and I'll fucking kill him!!!" Javier raged, though you didn't seem physically bad, he didn't trust Manuel at all. But your head shook and your grip got tighter around his body, in a clear sign you didn't want him to leave at all.

So he patiently waited. He rubbed your back, pulling you so close you were now on his lap again, and for the sweet coincidence of having you on top of him like that for the second time in less than twenty four hours, he smiled. With the exception that this time you were the one who needed to be comforted.

And eventually you started talking.

You told him in details, how you noticed Javi had forgotten his badge and you were just so sure he was the one knocking on the door. You told him about Manu's shock, how silent he was, until how he crushed you with his words.

But you didn't stop there, you looked into Javier's eyes, not hiding your tears and told him how every single word Manu had told you was right, how guilty you felt and his heart shattered, as he had no clue on how he could help you.

Javi cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears with his long fingers and pecked your forehead.

"Guilt is painful too, when you have conscious, it hurts to deceive someone you care about. I'm sorry it is eating you up alive, cariño, but the damage is done and all I can tell you is that I'm here for you… maybe it's too soon, maybe it's stupid but if you want to try, I want to try, we can make something out of this situation… maybe what he talked about last night, about the ranch, about leaving our jobs, maybe it could happen.."

Javier's eyes were so hopeful, so full of expectation you couldn't even believe in yourself. It was just too much, too many feelings overwhelming you, crushing you and he was there, wanting to date you.

Oh my god, the date.

You were supposed to go on a date with Javi, and there you were, crying your eyes out because your ex barked a few mean words to you.

You felt so angry and so tired, you could feel another wave of hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but his soft touch snapped you out of your crisis.

"Come on, princesa, let me get you home" he said in a calm voice, helping you out of his bed and crossing the hallway with you. It was funny how close you two were living and how easy it was to just come and go.

He closed the door to your apartment behind him and once more cupped your cheeks, holding your head in place and making you pay attention to him.

"You need to rest, you're too nervous… it's just a lot of emotions, I ain't no expert, but I guess it is making you suffer, so you should take a shower, put on some of your own clothes…" he pointed at his own shirt that covered so little of your beautiful body "we can just go on our date tomorrow or some other day, there's no pressure… I can also stay tonight, or not… you can think about that while you shower" his voice was calm and he just walked you to your room, opening the wardrobe and picking you something he thought you would enjoy wearing.

That was some domestic Javier Peña you didn't think you would ever witness. It made your heart warm, melting slowly and you suddenly felt like your chest had been cleared away, like a wave of good, positive feelings were going through your veins and for a brief second, that known feeling everything would be alright.

You didn't even bother looking at the clothes he pick vced for you, instead, you just got rid of his shirt.

"Javi?" You whispered and waited as he turned around, you rested your arms on the side of your full naked body, a little nervous, not sure what to do with them, as Javier stopped everything he was doing and stared at your gorgeous, naked body.

He had touched you, and he had eaten you out, sure, but it was dark the night before, he'd seen you but not as explicit as he was at that moment, and he loved it.

He could feel his cock twitching in his pants and didn't hesitate in walking to you, arms around you, pulling you for a deep kiss.

You corresponded to it, wanting his body on yours. It wasn't enough, you were craving him just as much as he craved you.

"I want you to shower with me, Javi… please" you begged against his lips, though you knew you didn't have to beg, he would take you right there and then if it were to him.

As you helped him undress, you both jumped at the phone ringing.

You ignored it at first, your hands unbuttoning his painfully see through white shirt, giggling as you kissed along his jawline and down his neck.

But then the phone rang again, and again and at some point, Javier sighed annoyed and broke the kiss, walking to your living room and picking it up. He didn't care if it was your mom, your dad, your sister or Pablo Escobar calling you, he didn't make any efforts to sound remotely polite, he just wanted whoever was calling you to stop.

"Oh, hello agent Peña… I've been calling your apartment but I had a gut feeling you would pick up Y/N's phone…" Manu's voice greeted the man with a sinister excitement, he sounded way too happy for someone who had just found out he'd been cheated on.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to interrupt your night, but as Y/N might have mentioned, I got the evening shift at the station tonight and we made an arrest… now our prisoner is asking specifically for you, to see if you can help with the release"

Javier's blood ran cold.

What if they'd arrested someone from Los Pepes, that would explain why that son of a bitch was probably grinning as he talked on the phone. In fact, the whole call was weird, it sounded like a trap to begin with, but he'd called and asked for Javier himself, and not for you… so he didn't really think Manu would try and do something against him, then yes, you confirmed he had the evening shift that Sunday, which meant he might have been telling the truth.

And it also meant Javier would only find out when he got there.

At first he said no when you insisted on going with him, even if Manu had come up with an evil plan, Javi was driving towards the office, there was no problem, there were always so many people no matter what time of the day, so he couldn't really try to do anything against him. But Javier wasn't comfortable with the situation, what if it was indeed someone from Los Pepes, he didn't want you to see it, to witness it… it was humiliating, embarrassing even. But then you gave him those beautiful puppy eyes of yours and he had to give in, he always did when you begged him right.

As you both arrived not later than 30 minutes, you both saw Manu waiting at the door, he was in his full uniform and smiling big as he realized you'd come along. Just like he had planned.

He greeted you both good evening, which was ignored as Javier rushed inside, getting to the cells as fast as possible, you followed him right behind, being also tense and curious to know who was the mysterious prisoner.

"So, as I was trying to say, the prisoner is an old friend of yours, Agent Peña…" Manuel couldn't hide his excitement as the two of you stood in silence.

"JAVIIIII!!!" a squeaky voice came from the inside of the cell, where the prostitute was being held.

"G-Gabi?" Javier stuttered, swallowing hard as he looked from you to the woman.

Gabriela used to be his favorite girl to go to when he needed a hand… or a mouth… or any other part really. He'd spent quite a lot on her services over the years and the two of them had the closest thing Javier could call a relationship before you came along. He'd paid for her services, enjoy them and she would still linger around for a cigarette or two, there was even a time she ended up falling asleep next to him, and they only woke up in the morning, and of course, she didn't charge any extras.

Manu saw your jealousy expression and felt so much joy. He had predicted Javier would screw things up with you, but he just had no idea of how fast he would do it. Even if Manu was enjoying every single second of it, even he thought it was kind of ridiculous how quick your fantasy of living a happy life with Javier was falling into pieces. Because even if he did get his shit together - which Manu and everyone, even you deep down, doubt it, would you still be able to deal with his past?

Manuel grabbed the key and opened the cell "here it is, the person you requested, ma'am" he bit his lip to try to hide the smile the moment Gabi dramatically wrapped herself around Javier's neck and began crying into his shirt, telling him a sob story of how one of her clients refused to pay so the situation turned into a whole scene and the cops were called and she was arrested even if it was unfair.

Your stomach churned at the scene and you tried your best to remind yourself Javier had a life before you, a very busy one, but would that be frequent? From time to time you'd have to handle ghosts from this past like that?

When that that woman who knew your man better than you did, intimately, more than you did, wrapped her arms around his neck, you knew you had enough for the night, not only for that, but for the whole weekend.

You turned around and walked out of the station.

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A/N: so I guess Manu's "revenge" was pretty satisfying, wasn't it? I told you guys I wouldn't turn him into a bad guy, and idk to me he had all the right to call reader that way and he could've done it even worse but I guess he's just a good guy after all. And then he had a little help from destiny and now we gotta wait and see what happens next!!! Tell me what you guys think of this chapter besties ❤️

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if you have just woken up 😴, like i did, and you are wondering 🤔 what is happening on this first of february following a year-long january of 2024, i'm on it! F1's hottest gossip is - sir lewis hamilton go ferrari?! 😯 and the dash consequently has everything - lewis fans asserting they are lewis fans and not merc fans👿, ferrari fans losing their minds😭, red bull fans feeling smug because christian was right😏, charles fans posting all the memes because the cult wars have already started🐁, the general consensus of 2025 merc seat going either to fernando (alonso) 😈 or kimi (antonelli) ❓️, carlos sainz fans being really, really upset 😤 and everybody and their mother cheering on the grave of one torger wolff 🥳

#f1 #i made this for myself actually i miss stefon #effervescentdragonrants #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #ugh i guess i could tag also #carlos sainz #and #scuderia ferrari

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mushrubes · 4 months

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A date

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist

Requested : yes

'Hii, can I request a RE6 Leon Kennedy scenario with the prompt “Let’s go out. Just the two of us”, it can be about the reader and Leon being work partners for a long time, sometimes after missions they go out and drink with other people from the work. In one of those hangings reader invites him to go on a date or something like that.

Reader doesn’t necessarily have to be so flirty it can be more of a idk awkward? Like, when you’re about to ask someone out but never have done it before so things kinda turn awkward but cute'

Pairing : Leon Kennedy x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 1.9k

Content: Swear words, mutual pinning, slightly ooc :)

Have a great day !! <3

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You'd just gotten back from a mission with the group, all of you agreeing to meet at the local bar to celebrate how successful the mission had been. You'd been the last to show up with Jill, greeting Chris and Carlos who were sat at the table. Your eyes wandered around the room, looking for a certain blonde, unable to find him. You were searching around for Leon when you heard that familiar voice to your left. "I'm right here," he spoke in a soft, calming voice, a slight smile on his face. He had a beer in one hand and his other hand rested in his pocket. "who said I was looking for you?" You teased jokingly, looking at your long-time work partner, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks.

"I can read you like an open book. I knew exactly what you were thinking when you walked in." Leon chuckled, taking a sip from his beer. He looked over at you, staring at you for a moment before speaking again. "You know, it's always a joy to see you." he responded, his voice genuine. "It's always a joy to see you too. How's your arm holding up?" You asked softly, looking over the bandage. Leon followed your gaze to the wound on his arm. "Oh, it's just a scratch, nothing I can't handle" Leon chuckled, looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I know I've told you this before, but I just have to say, you look absolutely beautiful tonight." He complimented, eyes soft. Leon looked at you , his eyes starting to glaze over, he was becoming infatuated with you all over again. he looked away for a second, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "Um, thank you. You're sweet. You should know that." He chuckled before finishing off his beer.

"Hey, uh..."You paused, your nerves getting the best of you. You took a deep breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your sides. Leon raised an eyebrow, looking back at you "Yes?" he gave you a soft, gentle smile as he waited for your response, listening intently to every word you would say. "Let's go out. Just the two of us." you got out, cheeks tinted. Leon felt his heart skip a beat as he heard you suggest a date. He took a minute to collect himself, trying to come up with a response "That sounds… that sounds amazing to me. I would love to go out as just the two of us. When were you thinking? Saturday night?" he paused for a second, his eyes glued to you, waiting on their response. Leon smiled as he looked at you, their quick response caught him off guard, but the fact that their was so excited made everything all the better

"Well, it looks like I have a date with the prettiest person in the city this Saturday night. I'm gonna have to think of something special to do for you."

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The cool autumn breeze and dark, cloudy sky made the entrance to the haunted corn maze even more creepy. Faint screams from participants could be heard from the corn maze. Leon wanted to visit a spooky attraction with you. He thought it was the perfect date idea considering Halloween was just around the corner. He turned to look at you and gave you an excited smile. His hand found yours and interlocked them together, squeezing gently. “Don’t be afraid to grab onto me if you get too scared.” he assured, a smug grin on his face as he looked down at you. "You're more likely to grab onto me." You teased, grinning at him.

Leon grinned at your sassy remark. “Oh, is that right?” He said, a challenge in his voice. The pair of you walked hand in hand into the corn maze. Shadows cast by the low sun rays made the atmosphere seem even more ominous. The sweet scent of fall air wafted by your nose. Leon noticed the nervous tension in you and his voice softened. “It’s alright. I’m right here,” he assured, thumb rubbing your hand. "I know, I know," you said softly, smiling weakly at him. He squeezed your hand gently and smiled as you looked up at him. The pair of you walked through the corn maze. You felt his strong presence next to you, making you feel safe. Leon noticed some movement between the corn stalks. “Ready to be scared?”

You nodded, gripping his hand slightly tighter. Leon chuckled softly as you squeezed his hand, showing your nervousness while waiting for a scare. Leon had a teasing grin as you both made your way deeper into the maze. The screams from other participants got louder the more the two of you walked deeper into the maze. Leon looked at the corn behind you, noticing movement between the stalks, a sign of an upcoming scare. As the two of you walked, Leon slowed down a bit.

He noticed you start to tense up, and heard you let out a sharp inhale when you saw movement behind the corn. Leon gripped your hand tightly, a signal for you to stay close and follow him out of range of whatever was hiding within the corn. You couldn't see exactly what was behind there, but its shape was enough to cause you to feel a slight chill. Leon squeezed your hand again and led you out of the maze, making sure to stay close to you in case of any scare attacks from any side - neither of you noticed the clown approaching behind.

Leon stayed vigilant as you continued to walk the corn maze. You both kept your senses sharp, waiting for a scare to happen anytime. As you were both focusing on the front, both of you failed to notice the clown sneaking up behind you. The clown was very adept at sneaking up on unsuspecting visitors. It was a skill that the workers in the maze were notorious for. The clown had now positioned itself behind the two of you. It was so quiet that it managed to slip right behind you without an inch of detection.

Now it was just waiting for the right moment. The clown stayed still, staying silent and waiting for the right moment. It was looking right at you. The clown's breath was now visible due to the temperature change. You could feel its presence behind you, just waiting. Both a good and bad feeling. Leon was still keeping a close eye on the front and behind him, not noticing that the clown had managed to slip behind you. The clown raised its head as if to check if anyone was looking at it. It made its move now, raising a blood-stained machete up into the air.

Leon noticed you started to scream. He heard a loud metallic sound, that must have been the machete that the clown had just swung at you. Leon acted fast, rushing towards you and tackling you away from the clown. The machete came crashing down on the corn maze, slicing right through the stalks. Leon quickly dragged you both towards the exit, the clown was still chasing after you both. Leon pushed the both of you against the maze wall, your backs pressed against the hard surface.

You were shaking slightly, cheeks pink from embarrassment at your fear. Leon looked at you and squeezed your hand reassuringly. The sudden adrenaline had caused him to start getting into his work mode, but his look of concern remained. He noticed the trembling in you and smiled a little, finding it somewhat cute. He noticed the pinkness in your cheeks from the embarrassment of fear and chuckled softly. "You okay?" He asked, looking away to check if the clown was nearby before turning his attention back to you.

You nodded, intertwining your hands and walking out of the maze with him, too embarrassed to speak. The two of you exited the small haunted corn maze, breathing heavily from the scare. Leon looked at you and smiled at the pinkness in your cheeks from the blush of embarrassment. He squeezed your hand as he looked down at you and chuckled. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed for being scared. Everybody has fears." He reassured you. "And it wasn't just you who that clown managed to surprise too. At least 25 people have reported seeing that thing just today. It's a professional at sneaking up on people."

"Still-" you sighed softly, looking at the ground. Leon noticed the defeat and disappointment in your tone. He was still holding onto your hand and looked down at you. He smiled reassuringly. "There's no shame whatsoever in admitting that you got scared. Everybody has fears, just like I do. And even if you're embarrassed, the fact that you've managed to keep your cool and go on this date with me says something about your character." He said, squeezing your hand softly. You smiled, walking with him away from the maze. "What do you wanna do now?"

Leon thought for a few seconds, contemplating what to do next. He wanted to do something that wasn't related to horror or anything spooky, considering what just happened at the corn maze. He had a sudden idea for the date. "How about I take your mind off that scare and we visit the pumpkin patch?" He asked, looking you in the eyes. "..yeah. we could get two and carve pumpkins tomorrow?" you suggested, grinning at him. Leon smiled a little and laughed at the thought of carving pumpkins together. “Definitely.” He said, still amused by the thought. He squeezed your hand and his expression went from amusement to seriousness as he had an important question to ask. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

"go ahead." You nodded as you headed to the pumpkin patch. Leon had been enjoying the fun-loving and cheerful side of you that he had seen throughout the date, but his expression changed to one of seriousness as he looked over at you during the journey to the pumpkin patch. “I know it's a little early to ask, but I was wondering if we could go out on another date? We've had a lovely date so far, especially with the little horror element in the haunted corn maze, and I'd like to know if we could keep seeing each other.” His cheeks were a light pink, eyes full of love. "I'd…I'd love to go on another date with you. I enjoy hanging out with you - more than just being your partner at work." you giggled, squeezing his hand.

Leon's expression brightened once this had registered in his brain. He was delighted! He thought that he would be too pushy if he asked you to be official already, so being told that you'd like to continue seeing him was the most perfect answer he could have received. "Awesome!" He said, squeezing your hand with enthusiasm, "Well, now that you mention work, I was going to ask you something else." You tilted your head in curiosity, silently telling him to keep going.

"Would you maybe… Be interested in maybe being my partner?" He asked, a little uneasy because he didn't want to be too pushy or too fast in asking. "Don't feel obligated to answer immediately. We can see each other for a little while longer in a romantic context before you decide if you want to commit. Just a proposal from me for consideration in the future if you do end up having feelings for me." Leon said. Your cheeks went red and you grinned at him, eyes full of adoration.

"I'd love to."

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three-drink-amy · 2 months

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Thank you @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @strandnreyes and @bonheur-cafe for the tag!

He’s not fine. And he’s learning how not fine he is. In all the times he’s been comparing his previous jobs to this, the job for the Crown always outweighed the others. But, fuck, this is something he never had to deal with. He never had to shove so much of himself down just to do his job.

Alex can’t decide what he feels like doing. He’s restless and frustrated and unable to even articulate every aspect of what he’s feeling. He thinks about running, but he can’t abandon his job. He thinks about punching something, but he can’t risk an injury. He thinks about screaming his frustration up at the sky, but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself.

Out on the sidewalk, Alex closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath of fresh air. This shouldn’t bother him. He can’t let this bother him.

He has no way of knowing how long he stands outside. Suddenly, the door opens a few feet away and other Alex walks out. There’s a smug smirk on his face as he tips his head toward Alex. It takes everything in Alex to not react. He gives himself two minutes before going back in.

No pressure tagging: @everwitch-magiks @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @carlos-in-glasses @liminalmemories21 @dumbpeachjuice @cha-melodius @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @alrightbuckaroo

#wip wednesday #bodyguard AU

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it-happened-one-fic · 27 days

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Dancing With Visions - Your Shared Victory - Paso Doble - The Wanderer

Author Notes: This is the sixth fic for my "Dancing with Visions" series. I'm not gonna lie, this one ended up way longer than I initially intended. Describing the motions of a paso doble is really quite hard though. The performance in this fic was heavily inspired by the Paso Doble performed by Molly Rainford & Carlos Gu to the “Survivor” cover by 2WEI on series 20, week 12: semifinals of Strictly Come Dancing. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female Reader/ Dance/ Fluff/ pseudo-romantic/ academic foes to potential lovers/ sfw

Word Count: 2813

Honestly, you could understand why Sumeru’s archon had chosen to sign up your most annoying classmate, the same fellow who wouldn’t give his name and stubbornly kept going by ‘The Wanderer’ like some sort of emo boy idol, for dance classes.

You may not know why he was in Lesser-Lord Kusanali’s care, but you could respect her attempts to make him get along with his classmates.

You also respected her decision to sign him up for the Paso Doble as his first dance class. It was an aggressive dance, so it made sense for that to be his first try since, if nothing else, the ‘Wanderer’ was an aggressive guy.

All of that you could understand and respect. The only thing you didn’t like about this entire situation was that you were the unlucky sap who was going to be his partner.

Well, you said unlucky, and that was honestly how you felt about the whole situation. But you couldn’t say that all of your classmates agreed with you. After all, there were quite a few who bought his whole emo boy idol act and couldn’t stop whispering frenziedly over what an attractive young man he was.

They would have doubtlessly been utterly thrilled to have been informed that they would be his partner, but the same couldn’t be said for you.

Because the very second the teacher had called your name to his partner, you’d felt some small, bright part of you die as you looked towards the perpetually smug young man.

What was worse was that there was no changing or swapping of partners. With dance being the newest part of the Akademiya’s curriculum in an attempt to right the past wrongs of outlawing dancing, these classes were uniquely strict.

So you’d walked by all of your fellow female classmates who squealed at the sight of the delicate-looking young man and eyed you with poorly disguised jealousy. And it really was a shame, because you would have loved to switch with one of them if such a thing were allowed.

After all, unlike them, you did not like the Wanderer. In fact, you rather disliked Vahuman’s current star student.

He was arrogant, abrasive, terminally smug, and generally unreasonable. Furthermore, he seemed to view you as some sort of rival, even though you weren’t even in his Darshan. But, at the very least, you could hope your shared distaste for one another would serve to help make this a decent performance and thus grant a good grade in this class. After all, the Paso Doble was supposed to be a dance that told the story of a bullfight.

The lead dancer played the part of the matador, or bullfighter, while the follower, with a large flipping skirt, was the cape that is used to distract the bull and ended up discarded on the ground.

It was inevitable that, at the end of this dance, it would appear like your partner came out as the winner. Which was no doubt why he was currently smirking at you with his slender arms crossed in front of him as he eyed you from underneath his ridiculously sized hat.

You wouldn’t make it easy for him, though, and at the very least, you’d do your very best to keep up with him throughout the dance. Because, unfortunately, he always moved with a certain grace that indicated he’d probably be very good at dancing on top of everything else he’d proved to be good at.

And so you danced with him. Practicing near relentlessly, as you’d both agree that neither of you were going to do this by halves.

Apparently he had to pass this class to get the young archon to quit bugging him. You, on the other hand, simply wanted to learn how to dance out of curiosity, and this was the first class that had been open when you’d had time.

It seemed as if time had flown by with you two snipping incessantly with one another, even as you both discovered that you were a surprisingly good match for one another when it came to dancing.

Despite all the odds, you matched him perfectly and all but forced him to push himself just as he made you push yourself.

It was by no means the romantic dance one might dream of having with someone, even if his face perfectly fit the image of a male lead. Instead, it was like a dance of adversaries where you matched one another beat for beat and constantly forced the other one to reach new heights.

And before long, it had reached time for the performance, and you almost found yourself almost saddened that it had come so quickly. Not that you would ever tell him that.

It was nice, though. You had finally reached the point where your partner was no longer sneering at you and seemed to regard you as more of an equal. And it felt like an achievement that couldn’t have been reached any other way.

It wasn’t like you’d gained a uniquely deep understanding of the young man, but you had gained respect for him. Even if he were frustrating, he backed up his ego by actually being competent. If nothing else, you could rely on him to do his part, and he could rely on you to do your part.

But you ignored all of those thoughts as you rolled your shoulders and stepped out onto the darkened ballroom floor alongside him.

Both of you slipped into your starting poses as he knelt in front of you, and you stood behind him. Both of you hung your heads just before a light cut on, briefly blinding you as you were spotlighted for the judges, who included the archon herself, to see.

A tiny part of you wanted to smile at the sight before you, though. After all, you doubted you’d be seeing much of your partner without his hat after this performance was done. It was a shame, though. His hair looked oddly soft.

Of course, you might not be seeing much of him period after this dance anyway. After all, you weren’t part of his Darshan, and there was nothing saying he was going to take any other dance classes after this one unless the archon made him.

You shifted, swallowing slightly as you heard his murmur that ruined the moment and washed any soft-hearted or saddened thoughts you had away as soon as he spoke, “Don’t mess up this time. This is our ‘exam’ after all.”

His smug tone almost made you scowl, but you forced yourself to concentrate as the music started and your spotlight began to flicker in a blinding fashion as you both snapped into motion. Both of you looked up so suddenly that you all but startled the judges, whom you could barely see as you raised one hand and he straightened, his arms snapping down to his side to the loud pound of a drum.

But you couldn’t worry about them as you let the strings of the music guide you around the Wanderer as he reached out with one hand. His delicate fingers curling into the fabrics of your impressive skirt as he looked up at you. Both of you bracing for the next beat of the music to hit.

And as soon as you heard it, you let yourself practically fall forward and into his waiting arms. Letting him catch you where he knelt on the ground as you relaxed. Forcing yourself to drape against him as you looked towards the ground, and he curled around where you lay on his lap.

You literally heard a gasp from one of the judges just before the Wanderer let you sit back up. Swirling into a standing position close to where you’d started this entire performance as he pivoted on his knees so he was facing you with his hands still on your hips as he looked up at you.

The lights continued to flash as you raised your arms like you were a flamenco dancer as he leaned back, pulling you with him so that you were leaning forward and wholly relying on his slim but surprisingly strong arms to keep you up as you held your carefully posed position.

It was a relief when you were allowed to straighten once more, stepping back and away from the Wanderer as your eyes held his violet gaze that had hardly ever flickered away from your face since you’d shifted into a position where he could see you.

You gripped the edges of your skirt as you continued to back up, giving him room as he reached out towards you with one arm and rose so that he was only kneeling on one knee. Somehow still commanding in his motions despite the fact he was kneeling on the ground.

But then the drums came in, and he slowly stood in a somehow insolent manner, immediately taking a stance like he was challenging you. And you could tell he was, just like he always did.

For some unknown reason, it was always a competition with this man. But that was fine. You could give as good as you got even as you entered a closed hold and let him lead you through your marching steps across the now brightly lit floor.

You forced yourself to ignore the bright-eyed archon who was leaning forward in her seat, the picture of an excited child, as you marched past her. Making yourself keep your focus on the young man, who was obviously treating this like a contest.

You paused to each beat of the song, your gazes colliding each time with unspoken words flying between at a speed that matched the racing beat of your music.

Vying challenge paired with a strange pride was in his gaze each time your eyes found his. And that, paired with the intensity of your dance, made it almost relieving each time you were able to look away from him.

You didn’t want to think about where that pride was coming from when it no longer seemed to be directed towards only his own skills, but towards yours as well.

Because it made no sense for him to feel pride for you, even if you were his partner, when it felt like the two of you had been competing this entire time.

So instead, you just let him lead you along until you were released.

He all but threw you away from him, sending you stumbling backwards as shot him a look over the vehemence of his shove but nonetheless froze and struck another pose. Entering some sort of preordained stance as you stared at him from across the ballroom area.

You weren’t about to let whatever playful, aggressive, or weird mood he was in throw you off. He’d told you not to mess up, and you weren’t about to give him an opening to gloat over you slipping up during the performance.

He marched over to where you’d stopped, almost as if he were approaching an opponent and only stopping in front of you with his arms spread, as if ready for an attack, only for you to rest one hand on his shoulder.

You held one another’s gaze, not even blinking, as you both slowly raised your arms once more and reentered a closed hold. Only then did you turn your head with an almost painful degree of slowness as you leaned back. Attempting to widen the space between the two of you only for him to pull you closer and then spin you across the floor in front of him. Pivoting with you and raising your arm as you snapped into yet another pose again.

Your eyes met his once more, and you swallowed slightly before glancing away and rotating with him once more. This time letting go of his hand after a full circuit and reaching past him, as if trying to grasp something beyond him, as you both entered another set of rotations that got progressively faster the longer they went on.

You reached the center of the floor, and he let go of you, letting you spin away as he held a pose, watching you the entire time you spun away from him until you came to a stop facing a different direction than him.

And then a beat hit, and you spun as he stepped to the side, only slightly closing the distance between you as you both faced the judges. And in that instant, you could tell all of the judges were wholly engrossed in your performance. Their eyes were wide as they leaned forward in their seats. Waiting for yours and the Wanderer’s next motions.

The next beat hit, and you spun, facing the Wanderer and mirroring his careful, marching steps perfectly. Your feet hitting the stage and the exact same instant as you held his proud gaze.

He finished closing the space between you as you swished your skirts with every motion until you reached out. Flattening your hand on his chest and pushing him away from you with a special degree of venom before you started circling each other. Just like a bull in a ring, waiting to attack as it sized up its opponent.

Unlike in a fight, though, the two of you gradually spiraled closer to one another until both of you reached out with one hand to grasp the other’s neck, with him pulling you still closer until your foreheads were just about to touch. And then you spun away again. Almost as if you were unwilling to allow him to even touch you.

You didn’t get very far though before his hand was grasping yours and whipping you back around towards him so that you spun across the floor into his arms, where he caught you tightly with your back to his chest with your arms crossed over your chest, and hands locked into his like puzzle pieces that were finally fitting together after a long search.

And then, with an almost painful slowness, he lowered you into a forward dip as you twisted to look back at him. Still ensnared in his arms until he used the one hand of yours, tugging it up so that your arm stretched over your head, causing your arms to uncross in front of you, and send you whipping you around so that you plummeted towards the ground.

You stopped mere inches from the floor with your hands still in his, your extended arms holding you attached to him as he looked staunchly upwards and at the judges, like he was challenging them now rather than looking at you.

But then he yanked you up, swinging you away from him so that you landed on your feet, hands fisted in your dress as you faced each other. Opponents once more as the lights flashed dramatically.

The strings slipped back into the music, sending you marching forwards. Chasing the Wanderer backwards and across the dance floor before he suddenly slowed. His hand reached out and grasped your shoulder, and he pushed his forehead against yours.

His eyes were practically aglow now, but with what you didn’t know. Perhaps the thrill of the dance or something else, but you persisted in your performance. Reaching out with your own hand, to grasp his arm as he spun you around so that you were beside him with one arm wrapped around his outstretched one as your other arm extended out so that you could grasp his shoulder.

You exchanged places, almost as if you were battling for dominance, before he clasped your extended arm with finality.

His eyes met yours as you braced yourself just before he shifted to the side, swinging you forward as you let yourself drift in a controlled fall to the floor as he swung you.

The momentum of your motions sent you spiraling across the waxed floor until you stopped, fully collapsed, and draped over your lap with one arm outstretched on the floor in a spotlight of your own as he stood behind you. Posed like the victor of a bullfight that he was supposed to be as he looked towards you.

You could hear applause from those who came to watch as well as from the judges, and, through your peripheral vision, you could see the archon standing and applauding. Her eyes were bright and shining as ever as you exhaled slowly before sitting up and looking towards my partner.

Your gaze collided with his as he abandoned his pose and, to my surprise, reached out towards you.

His motions were still commanding, but you found yourself standing and walking over towards him.

Your spotlights merged into one as you met in the middle of the dance floor, and the applause continued around you. Signaling your shared victory.

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Man's World - Chapter 12 - Three's a Crown

A/N - OK FRIENDS! I've had LOADS of Carlos requests come through, so I am trying to add them into Man's World if they fit into the plot :-) These two fit in nicely, so I have included them into this chapter! Click the image to better read the requests.

Good lord... I can't believe this chapter is 8800 words and I apologize. I was going to split it out into 2 chapters... but it just sort of rolled all together! BUT it does mean your next chapter will be more like Friday morning... my fingers need a rest!

If you would like to submit a fun prank idea for the series, please do so HERE!

This chapter is a rocky one but I think you'll enjoy....!!!

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, smutt - the whole shebang!

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~8800 words *I have put a marker in the middle of the chapter so if you want a break before coming back to finish the chapter, that marker signifies a good stopping point for a break if you so desire!

Short Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Carlos. <3

AN: See above!

Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here!

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Thursday – Georgia POV

Thursday morning I was woken up by Carlos Sainz standing over me, a cup of coffee in one hand, a paracetamol in the other – and a huge fucking grin on his face. I groaned, turning over in bed, putting the covers above my head. I don’t care if Carlos and I had agreed to be friends, I was not in the mood for his antics this morning.

“Good morning sunshine,” he whistled out, walking over to my curtains and opening them all the way, letting the blistering sunshine into my room.

“Fuck, Carlos, why are you in my room? Ever heard of knocking?” I yelled at him, taking one of my bed pillows and chucking it at him. He chuckled at that, pulling up his watch on his wrist, as if to show me the time. I squinted at him, trying to make a point that there was no way I could read that.

“I did, princesa, but judging by the look on your face, you were much to dead asleep to hear my knocking.”

“Well maybe you should have knocked harder,” I quipped back, attempting to grab the paracetamol from his hands.

He smirked at that, raising the two pills higher above my head. “This is only for hungover girlfriends.” I didn’t really appreciate his emphasis on girlfriends, or hungover, but I let it slide. My head was pounding, and he had lifesavings drugs as far as I was concerned.

“Who said I was hungover?” I muttered out grumpily. A headache, nausau, and undying thirst after a night of drinking didn’t necessarily mean I was hungover.

I mean I was. No doubt about that, but I wasn’t about to let Carlos know that.

He laughed at me and set the two pills down next to my bottle of water from last night. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure how I even got into bed last night. Had Carlos taken me to bed? Last I remembered was attempting to watch a movie. I swallowed down the pills and took the coffee from his hands, downing the mug in two sips.

“Well, good, if you aren’t hungover, then we can start our day today,” he trilled, pulling the blankets back entirely. I got up quickly for a moment, horrified that I had no pants on. I usually slept in an oversized shirt, no pants required. Although, to be fair, the results of what Carlos and I saw when he pulled back the covers were much worse – I was still in last nights clothes.

How drunk did I get?

It’s as if Carlos could read my mind, because he declared, “Much too drunk considering how little you drank.” The smug look on his face said everything I needed to know. I got up and pushed him aside, grabbing my towel from the bannister.

“Why don’t you do us both a favor and get lost, huh?” I barked at him, closing the bathroom door with a bang. I knew I was being a bitch. I mean, he’d brought me coffee – black with no cream and sugar, just how I liked it plus some paracetamol. Still, he’d done it with the intent to tease me, which I was not in the mood for. Today was Day 1 of the Monaco race. I had to survive what felt like 8 hours of journalists, press and fans before getting into a car tomorrow to drive a race that was probably the most important of my career to date.

And I had to do the first half of that while hungover. What an idiot I was.

As I finished in the shower, I grabbed my phone to check Instagram. Again, I’m never sure why I felt the need to check Instagram before a race. It never made me feel better, but I guess as a 25 year old woman, it was in my nature.

I scrolled through various posts and arrived at the one about the podcast. To my relief, the reviews of the podcast were pretty positive. There were calls that there wasn’t enough Charles content, but that was to be expected. Ferrari’s golden boy could have had his own podcast, and the women of the world would still be demanding more content of just Charles.

Still, the fans were loving the prankster side of me, which I found to be quite shocking. I had spent so much time hiding this part of me from the world – I didn’t expect for that to be the one thing the fans held onto. It was as if it was the one thing that they seemed to think made me human.

Maybe I should pull a prank on the journalists…. They might also see me as human.

As I sat there trying to weigh out how likely I was to lose my seat if I pranked the F1 media community, Carlos walked into the room with bacon and toast and a second cup of coffee. As he turned and saw me in just a towel, he stuttered for a moment, and then gave me a quick once over before backing away, but not before I could pick up my pillow from the bed and throw it at him.

Unfortunately for me, that made my entire towel drop to the gown, and I pulled my covers up to me, screaming at Carlos, “Come into my room ONE MORE TIME, Carlos, and I will personally make sure you can never have children with whatever pathetic woman decides to marry you! Understood?!” I could hear laughter from behind the door as Carlos closed it.

Insufferable man.

I quickly got dressed and threw some make up on, putting my hair up in a braid. I scarfed down my toast and bacon as quickly as I could then headed out into the kitchen, where Charles and Carlos were both sitting, enjoying a cup of my coffee.

“Thanks for breakfast,” I mumbled to Carlos, not looking in his direction. Truthfully I was too embarrassed to look him in the face.

“Don’t worry, cariño, now we’ve both seen each other naked. You know, me just now and you in your dreams,” he said with a wink. I froze for a moment, and then turned to Charles, who had just spit out his coffee out onto my nice Persian rug. Charles turned to me and quirked an eyebrow up, although I could see his expression was asking me if this was actually true.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “Umm… you weren’t naked!” I said it with way too much sass for someone who had experienced a sex dream about their fake boyfriend.

Carlos just raised an eyebrow, his interest was piqued. Fuck, why had I just said that? I mean he knew, I knew, that he knew that I had – unfortunately – had a sex dream about him, but I had basically just confirmed it in my pit of anger. And now his interest was definitely turned all the way up. I turned my back and cringed, pretending to busy myself with the empty coffee maker.

“Better hope you haven’t seen my sister naked,” I heard Charles mutter to Carlos; he clearly wasn’t amused at the joke, although arguably for very different reasons. I knew my face had gone a new shade of red, so I sat at the chemex, my back to the two of them.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Carlos quipped back.

I truly could have died in that moment.

Fortunately, before the awkward silence could continue, Charles’ cell phone rang. It was Mattia and he was requesting him in the paddock a little early to do a couple extra social media stints for his home race. Charles came over and gave me a big hug, and waved at Carlos on his way out – albeit a little coldly.

Carlos and I finished our coffees in silence – a smug silence for him and a mortified silence for me, and then we headed towards my parking garage. As we arrived at my Volkswagen Beatle, Carlos turned to me, a little horrified.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck is this?” He asked, some amusement –but mostly horror – in his voice.

“This is a car,” I deadpanned back, getting into the drivers seat. Carlos just stood by the passenger door, a look of disbelief on his face. I think in that moment I can say I actually had stunned Carlos Sainz into silence, and I felt quite victorious.

Georgia 2: Carlos 0

As we arrived at the make shift Monaco paddock, the place was buzzing with people, more so than I expected for a Thursday. I parked the Bugatti in the assigned parking garage, and hand in hand with Carlos, walked through the VIP areas and into the main area with the garages. We took some selfies with fans and waved to the Netflix cameras like we were instructed. Netflix had apparently picked up on our relationship, and had decided they were to interview Carlos and I in the next couple of weeks.

Carlos walked me to the Bugatti garage and just as he was about to leave, Isabelle called us both over with just a wave of her hand. Carlos turned to look at me, just a little nervous. Isabelle had quite the reputation in the paddock, and even though she was Mattia’s wife, I always felt like Carlos was still very terrified of her. Mattia was a piece of cake compared to dealing with Isabelle. I took a small amount of pleasure in seeing him squirm as we walked towards her office.

Before we walked in, I took a big breath and put on my biggest I’m not hungover, don’t be silly Isabelle face I could muster.

Isabelle looked up at us as we walked in and scrunched her nose, clearly assessing the two of us. “Had to much to drink last night, Georgie?” she asked – a clear tone of disapproval in her voice. I could hear Carlos let out a small giggle before Isabelle turned to him and chastised, “Don’t look so smug Carlos. Takes one to know one.” And with that, we both sat down quietly.

Isabelle 1: Carlos 1

Not too soon after both Lizzie, Lorenzo and Lily filtered into the office followed by Mattia and Coco. What was this, a party at the Bugatti paddock? Guess someone forgot my invite.

“So, I have called you all here because Netflix have asked to do a segment on Carlos and Georgia. Apparently F1’s newest dating couple will be good ratings,” Isabelle announced. “As much as I would like to push back on this, I think it would be a bad look for the team. Netflix are very good at intruding, and if we don’t agree, then we won’t be able to control the narrative. They’re going to add this into the next season regardless, might as well be a part of that.”

I cringed a bit. I had never dreamed of being on TV, hell I think the idea of being on the next season just as a driver was infuriating, never mind as someone’s girlfriend. While I hated media events, Netflix was worse – because I knew this would be readily available to millions of people across the globe.

I felt Carlos shift a bit in his seat next to me; I had expected him to be pleased about this, but his face was a different story, which intrigued me. Was it because he knew we were going to break up at the end of the season and he didn’t want the embarrassment?

Probably.

There was a silence in the air, as if no one knew what to say. Putting a fake relationship on in the paddock was one thing, presenting it to the world in a huge national tv show was another. After a few more minutes Isabelle dismissed both Carlos and I, neither of us truly knowing what to say.

Will deal with that after Monaco, I thought to myself.

Saturday Qualifying - Georgia POV

When I woke up Saturday morning, I heard the pitter patter of rain on my window.

Well… shit.

Not exactly what I had wanted the weather to be. Rain days were good for the teams that were in slower cars, but I planned to be in Pole position after today, and the Bugatti car wasn’t the best in the rain. Or, to be more precise, I wasn’t the best in the rain.

Still, I’d never backed down from a challenge before.

Carlos and I got ready quickly on Saturday and headed to the track in his Ferrari. The rain continued to pour down, and as we got to the paddock, Mel, my race engineer, informed me that FP3 had been delayed by 30 minutes, in the hopes that rain would cease. I was unhopeful that the rain was going to calm down anytime soon, but knew the FIA were willing to send us out in pretty terrible, blistering conditions.

Sure enough, as 30 minutes passed, I was loaded into my car and sent off on my way for FP3, to only be recalled back into the pits 20 minutes later after poor Checo had crashed into the wall, parts of his car flying everywhere. He was fortunately fine, but the FIA decided that FP3 was too dangerous to continue, so everyone else was called back in to see if the rain would calm down.

As I hopped out of the car, Lizzie motioned for me to come over. “This might be a while, why don’t you go pop round the Ferrari garage, hmm?” I rolled my eyes and gave her a pleading look, it was cold and wet and I did not feel like dealing with either Carlos or my brother, but I saw Isabelle behind her give me a nod, and that was that.

I grabbed Lily and we padded on over to the Ferrari garage, where we saw Carlos and Charles sitting in the garage area, playing chess. We walked into the garage, waving at Mattia on the way in, as we made our way over to the boys, who looked up as we approached.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Princesa,” Carlos said with a slight shiver to his voice. I looked down and he was wearing his Ferrari jacket, but still he looked quite cold.

“Figured you boys would need some company,” I said sweetly, sitting next to Carlos on the bench. As soon as I sat down, Carlos scooted a little closer to me, linking his arm in mine and putting his head on my shoulder. I looked at Charles and Lily, a little look of shock on my face, which I quickly changed to a look of love. People were always watching us in the garages.

Regardless of the fact that Carlos and I weren’t actually dating, it had become clear to me that his love language was definitely touch. Carlos was the most touchy-feely person I had ever met.

Charles and Lily just smiled at me, clearly noticing my discomfort. “Awww,” Lily said, “aren’t these two just the CUTEST.” Charles nodded, his eyes turning to meet mine. Behind his eyes, I could see his mind turning – it was as if he had a second thought behind the joyful face he was giving me. Like he was evaluating the two of us, trying to piece together what he was actually witnessing in front of him.

I did my best to ignore Charles as I looked down at Carlos and I’s hands, which were now intertwined together. Carlos was still staring at the chess board, clearly oblivious to the three of us around him. I looked around to see if a Ferrari social coordinator was watching, but no one was there. For a moment those pesky butterflies returned in my stomach as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that Carlos was holding my hand and snuggling with me, without any prompt from Coco and without any media around us.

It’s as if he was enjoying my company? I tried to shake that thought from my head. Now was not the time to be getting sentimental with anyone, especially not he enemy.

As the rain began to clear up, I heard Lizzie call for Lily and I to return back to the Bugatti garage. Qualifying would need to begin soon, and FP3 had been cancelled. We quickly said our goodbyes and I gave one last hug to my brother, wishing him luck – well, good luck on getting P2 of course.

Carlos POV – Qualifying

The rain had briefly slowed down to just a drizzle and I had been asked to hop into the car since Q1 was beginning in about 5 minutes. As I slowly went out on track for my out lap, I could feel how slippery the roads were – even with my wet tires. The Monaco streets were old, and they didn’t drain well.

I didn’t do as well as I had hoped in Q1, only coming in P5. Charles came P1 and Georgia came P2, only a hundredth of a second between them. As Q2 began, the rain had picked up a bit – but we were still instructed to continue, the FIA insisting that the track was dry enough. Within 1 minute of starting Valtteri Bottas had spun out his car and crashed, causing a yellow flag to appear. The small wreck was quickly cleared, but this meant the teams had less time to get their flying laps in – and on a track like Monaco, that was a major problem.

Still, I was able to squeeze out a P4 which would send me into Q3 of qualifying – where the actual pressure was on. Monaco surprisingly had a low pole to win ratio, and yet, every driver that took pole was the expected winner of the race. The track was nearly impossible to pass, and with the right defense, you could hold on even if you went way under your top speed.

As we put in our flying laps, I could feel the rain start to get harder – the track was definitely getting more dangerous.

“We continuing?” I asked my race engineer, who responded in the affirmative.

I asked about the lap times and he informed me that Charles was still P1, with Georgia a very close P2 behind him. Still, she had time for another flying lap – and then one after that. As I expected, after the next round of flying laps, Georgia was P1 and now Charles was P3, since Max Verstappen had put in a solid lap, although after that lap his front wing took minor damage and he was asked to come into the pits.

We were all instructed to do one last flying lap, and I was the 3rd car to cross over the racing line before time ran out. It was Georgia, then Charles, then me over the line – with George Russell and Lando right behind me, also on flying laps.

Last lap, Carlos, let’s make it count, I encouraged myself. I could see Charles in front of me; his precision and movements looked incredible, and I started to believe that he just had to take pole after this, it seemed like the lap of his life. I felt a little pang in my heart for Georgia. She was the current presumed pole sitter, and while I obviously wanted to take pole, a small part of me desperately wanted to see her up there.

But then as I turned the corner, I saw a nightmare unfold in front of me. In Charles’s aggression to get P1, he had hit Georgia’s car, and it was tumbling into the corner before the Monaco tunnel. Her car did two turns, before fortunately landing back on its wheels, hitting the barrier. Charles’s car stopped right before it could go into Georgia’s car, leaving the two of them sitting ducks. As I watched the wreck in front of me, I felt a huge pang of fear in the pit of my stomach; even if the safety on Formula 1 cars was the best it had ever been, there was always a risk when we raced.

I immediately slammed on the breaks, got out of the car and ran towards Georgia’s car, ignoring Charles as he was already climbing out of his car. She wasn’t getting out of the car, and that had me worried; she had hit the barrier extremely hard.

I approached the cockpit of the car, Georgia still was not making a move to get out of the car. I started to pull her out of it, and she began to move a bit more. I wasn’t sure if she was actually injured, or just in shock, but I wanted to get her out of this car before any potential engine fire could happen.

I could feel Charles come up behind me, attempting to push me out of the way so he could get to his sister. I stood my ground, turning my back to him so I could get a better grip on Georgia’s shoulders as I pulled her free from the racing seat.

She held onto me, still not saying a word, as I felt her wobble a bit, using my body for balance. I put my arms around her and pulled her into me. In that moment, it felt like time had stopped – for just that moment, I felt like Georgia and I were the only people in Monaco.

She then looked up at me and I could see her eyes through her racing helmer look deeply into mine. A tear slid down her eye – I couldn’t see her whole face, but I knew that was a look of utter despair. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces as I looked around and saw debris of her Bugatti all around her.

Still, I took a deep breath, because while her car was damaged, she was alright.

I stumbled back a bit as I felt Charles grab his sister, turning her to him. He had taken off his helmet and he was pulling hers off, demanding to know if she was alright – although the look on his face was one of anger. Georgia took a step back and took her helmet off, taking a deep breath, before picking up her pointer finger and poking Charles into the chest. In that moment, I wasn’t sure which Leclerc twin had the scarier look on their face. They looked as though they were about to enter into a boxing ring.

“You fucking idiot!” Georgia spat out at Charles – there was nothing but rage in her eyes, just rage and fury. Lando stepped forward, putting his hand on Georgia’s chest, as if to signal she should take a moment to breath.

“Me? Why were you driving like an absolute Moron, blocking my flying lap?” He demanded, squaring up to his sister just a little bit more. “Scared I was going to beat you?” he added, his voice laced with venom.

“Whoa, mate, let’s calm down a bit, ehh,” I heard George say to Charles. “Your sisters just had quite an accident, let’s get her to the medical tent.” George went to put his hand out to Georgia, but she just ignored him, still staring at her brother. We must have looked like quite a site to the fans, the 5 of us drivers now all standing in the middle of the wreckage, our helmets off, arguing away.

I heard the ambulance sirens behind us, and as the safety car arrived with the ambulance, we were instructed to hop into the SUV. Both Georgia and Charles were to head straight to the medical tent. As we sat in the safety car, no one said a word as we approached the make shift paddock. Georgia stormed out of the safety car and into the medical tent situated within the paddock. After a few minutes, I entered the tent. I saw both Isabelle and Susie hovering over Georgia who was getting tests done.

“Do you think the car can be fixed?” Georgia asked in such a small voice I had barely heard het. There was sadness in her voice, and if I looked closely enough, I could see a tear form in her eyes.

“We’re assessing the damage now. We’ll stay all night if we have to,” I heard Susie confirm. Georgia just nodded to her, her eyes catching mine. I approached the medical bed and smiled at her.

“You ok?” I asked, nodding to the bruise on her arm.

“I’ll live,” she replied simply. She turned to Isabelle and opened her mouth, but it’s as if Isabelle knew exactly what she was going to ask.

“Yes, you are going to do press. You are on pole and you are racing tomorrow as far as Bugatti is concerned. Now, let’s get you out of this racing suit and into your jeans and a Bugatti polo. You’re expected at the conference in 15. Once that conference is done, I want Carlos to take you home and you are to go straight to sleep. I need you at your very best tomorrow.”

Georgia nodded and stood up from the bed, stumbling a bit before caching herself. I grabbed her helmet for her and she gave me a small smile. I motioned for her to go before me, and as we began to leave the tent, Susie approached us.

“Georgie, I know you are upset with your brother,” Susie said, taking a moment to pause before she continued with her thought, “and you have every right to be. I saw the recording, Charles was driving too aggressively and you never left the racing line. His race engineer did not give him enough space to complete the lap at the pace he needed to get pole, and that is on Ferrari.

However – the press are going to desperately want to see you both fighting. They’re going to want to turn you guys against each other, because that will sell their papers. Don’t give into that. As mad as you are, don’t give the media what they want. When you win tomorrow, you’ll get the justice you deserve. I promise.”

Georgia stilled for a moment, and I heard her release a huge sigh next to me. I’m not sure what compelled me to do this, maybe it was the look of devastation on her face, but I reached my hand down to hers and laced our fingers together, giving her hand a tight squeeze. Surprisingly she squeezed back.

I leaned down and whispered, “She’s right, you know. Don’t feed the bears – they’ll only come begging for more.”

Georgia POV – Qualifying Press Conference

As Carlos took my hand and squeezed it, I looked at him. For the first time, I could see that his face was laced with concern. Was he concerned I was going to beat up my brother?

Maybe.

I hated to admit it to myself, but Carlos staying with me and holding my hand made me feel immensely better. As I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes, my anger started to dissipate.

Charles was having a tough season with Ferrari and I have no doubt that they had screwed up his qualifying strategy. Still, it was no reason to ruin my race. Charles was known for his competitiveness and impulsive behaviors, and now I was on the receiving end of those.

Still, I decided to listen to Susie and kept my tongue to myself. No matter how much the journalist community tried to poke and prod at my anger towards Charles, I sat there and smiled – a nice, big Cheshire cat smile.

Wonder who I learned that from?

END OF PART 1 - GOOD STOPPING PLACE IF YOU NEED IT!

PART 2 BEGINS HERE

Sunday Race - Georgia POV

That morning I woke up at 6am to a text from Isabelle and Susie saying that the car had been repaired. The team had spent the entire night rebuilding the car and scrounging parts, and they had been successful. I had asked – no, begged – to be allowed to stay up with the team and help, but no one would hear of it. Apparently, I needed all the sleep I could get after that impact. To be fair, they weren’t wrong – I had gotten 12 hours of sleep, and I felt almost 100%.

I had asked Carlos if he would be okay getting to the paddock early. My race nerves were on edge, and I felt like I just needed to be there with my team. I had training with Chris in the morning. My reactions needed to be perfect in Monaco. Mistakes were easy – and common.

Unlike most mornings, Carlos was quiet this morning. I suspected he knew that I was not in the mood for chit chat, and while he usually ignored my pleading requests, this time he understood. As a race champion of his home race – he understood what I was going through. For the first time in a long time, Carlos and I truly had something in common, and it made our silence refreshing and almost comforting.

My arrival at the paddock was truly madness. I thought it would be empty at 8am, but boy, oh boy, was I wrong. There were fans everywhere – waving the Monaco flag, and the Bugatti and Ferrari flags. I was shocked at the number of Bugatti flag there were. No words could describe how I felt about the turn out from my country.

The next several hours were probably the slowest of my life. The rain had been off and on all morning, but it looked like we were going to have eventual ‘cloudy’ sunshine for the actual race. I still hadn’t spoken to Charles, and while I was still so mad at him, something in my heart told me I needed to wish my brother luck. We’d never gone into a race angry with one another. It was a rule we had. Formula 1 was so dangerous – too dangerous to go into a race angry at someone you loved so dearly. Charles truly was my other half, my twin. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.

I smiled at his response. I meant what I said – if Charles came out on top, I would be happy for him. The only thing more important than winning the WDC was my family. That wouldn’t change today.

As 2:50pm rolled around, the racers were shuffled into our cars. The rain had cleared and it looked like we would race with cloudy, but rain free, skies. As the formulation lap finished, I hear Mel come on the radio.

“Good luck GG – let’s bring the bitch home.” I smirked at that one – the F1 commentators already groaned when we cursed in the radio. Sometimes I did it just to piss them off, much to Isabelle’s annoyance.

As soon as the five lights went out, I launched into the start of the race. Being Pole in Monaco meant one thing – the race was yours to fuck up. It was somehow easy to do; Ferrari had managed to screw it up several times for my brother. But this year I had something Charles didn’t have – an all female team with the undying desire to take home the race trophy all of the constructors wanted the most. This race wasn’t just about me showing off how good I could drive. Truthfully, Monaco was a boring track compared to many others. I didn’t need to be the best driver on the grid with the best car to win – many drivers had won with luck alone.

This race was about showing how an all female strategy and pitstop team could also win the race. The race was won not just by the driver, but by the pit stop strategy and timing.

Something which became very evident by lap 45. More than halfway through the race and I was still leading after a pitstop. My tires were feeling good, although I could feel they were wearing. As I came into the pits for a second set of tires, the front wing became stuck, causing an extra two seconds to be added to my pit stop time.

“FUCK – what happened?!” I demanded into the mic.

“Wing failure – just keep driving. We’ll make it up,” Mel responded.

“We’ll need a fucking miracle,” I deadpanned back. Mel proceeded to respond to me, but I ignored her. I could see Charles in front, and at this point, I knew it was Ferrari’s race to lose.

Still, I pressed on. Every lap of this race meant Ferrari had an opportunity to screw up, and I was on fresher tires, gaining speed on the back of Charles. Fortunately Max in P3 was too far behind for me to defend, so I was able to nurse my tires. Another 20 laps went by and it was now lap 65, just 13 laps to go.

And then luck struck. Well, luck for me.

As Charles went into the pits to get his softs, his left tire had a malfunction, causing him to come out behind me in P2 once all the other pit stops had been completed from other drivers. I was in front again with now 8 laps to go.

“GG…. Defend like the lioness I know you to be,” was all Mel said in my radio.

And defend I did. I went through the next 8 laps with more precision than I have ever had in my life. I drove within millimeters of the barriers and set my eyes in front of me, not even worrying about Charles behind me. This was my race to lose – and no man was going to stop me.

As I started the last lap, I began to hear a little whistle in my car. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought to myself. This can’t happen now. I will push this car to the finish line before I DNF out of this race.

“Mel –noise – why?” I panicked, barely able to get out the words, and definitely not able to get out a full sentence.

“Debris stuck in floor.”

“Fuck – what do I do?”

“Remember when we went to that stupid fair in Paris?”

“How is this fucking relevant?” I bit back.

“We went on that silly go kart track and you were so mad you qualified behind me, so you just blocked the way for everyone like an absolute menace.”

“Yes…”

“Now’s your time GG. Be that menace.”

And what a menace did I become. I could feel the debris getting more stuck, so I slowed the car down, and then did the unthinkable – I started to drive in the middle of the road, not caring about the racing line. I didn’t need to be faster than Charles this lap – I just needed to keep him behind me. I could see his car swerving, trying to get an opportunity to pass.

But this was Monaco. I grew up on these streets. The only person who knew these narrow streets as well as I did was behind me. As soon as the checkered flag came into view, I launched my car with all the might and power I knew the Bugatti had. I saw Charles right behind me, making one last attempt to get past me.

But it was too late – I had crossed the line first.

I had won the Monaco Grand Prix, which Charles 100th of a second behind me.

I can’t even explain the emotions I had at that moment. It was like every emotion I had felt in the last year, since taking this seat at Bugatti, had come up and hit me all at once. Tears started to spill from my eyes as I made my way into the pits – the floor was absolutely damaged, and that was going to cost the team financially, but in that moment I didn’t care. This race win was going to bring us the Sponsorship we needed – the sponsorship the team deserved.

I heard the radio turn on, “Georgie – this is Isabelle. No, this is the entire Bugatti team speaking… well done, love, well done. Also that’s P3 for Lily. Double podium today.”

“WAHOOOOOO!” I screamed back into the radio. “This one’s for you guys. For every single one of you that stayed up all night on this car. This trophy belongs to you. You believed in me when no one else did.”

As soon as I parked in the P1 spot, I jumped out of my car, hands in the air, classic window washing dance as I stood up in my cock pit. Soon after I had stepped out, Charles parked in the P2 spot and Lily parked in the P3 spot – her first ever podium. Apparently Red Bull had made an error on the tires, and Lily was able to sneak past him with a better change to the softs.

I ran towards the Bugatti paddock and jumped into the arms of Mel, my race engineer – tears in both of our faces. Susie Wolff ran over, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a deaf-defying hug. As I walked back towards the cars and presenter, Lorenzo and Arthur grabbed me and gave me a huge hug – followed by Charles. My twin brother came up to me, grabbed my helmet, and pulled me in for what can only be described as an absolute chokehold of a hug.

“I’m so proud, Peaches,” I heard him say over the commotion. “So proud.”

I took off my helmet and fireproof cap and ran over to Lily, who was also celebrating with the Bugatti mechanics. Surprisingly she jumped up into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist, and gave me a huge hug and kiss on my forehead. I chuckled and spun her around. At that moment I wasn’t sure what I was happier about – me winning, or Lily finally getting that podium she deserved, and in Monaco no less.

A double podium for Bugatti, there was absolutely nothing that could spoil today.

As other racers started to come up to me, I looked for Carlos in the crowd. Finally, I saw him coming up the paddock walkway, a huge grin on his face. As he reached me, he pulled me into a huge hug. All of a sudden I felt myself being leaned backwards. I looked up at Carlos’ face and he had the world’s biggest, most smug grin on his face – like he had this a plan in motion that he couldn’t to see hatch.

Before I knew it, Carlos lips were on mine, and I was leaning back, being kissed as if I was Cinderella, and Carlos was my prince charming. After a few seconds, he slowly lifted me back up and pulled my face to his, whispering, “Go and celebrate, Princesa, I’ll give you your real prize later,” he said in a voice much too sultry for my liking – well… maybe to my liking.

He picked up his helmet and began walking back towards the Ferrari garage, a huge grin on his face. Before I could process what had just happened, I was being pulled towards the presenter and then the cooldown room.

After the trophy ceremony was complete, I made my way back to the Bugatti garage to get ready for the press reviews. For the first time in the history of my Formula 1 career, I wasn’t the least bit nervous for the press debrief. Hell, they could tell me my car had caught on fire and I wouldn’t be able to do the next 5 races – I didn’t care; nothing was going to ruin this for me.

As I was changing my clothes, Isabelle knocked on the door.

“Come in,” I called back to the knock. I was surprised to see Isabelle at my door. Typically, she was pulled into a constructors meeting after the race.

“I have something for you,” she said in her thick Italian accent. She handed me a small bag with Bugatti blue tissue paper. I opened up the bag and pulled out a team polo. I gave Isabelle a confused look and she just chuckled at me – actually chuckled.

“Turn it over.”

As I turned the polo over, there it was. The words I had wanted to say since the beginning of my F1 career. Isabelle had taken my team polo and had the words “Triple Crown of Motorsport: 2022” stitched onto it. The words were sewn in beautiful lettering, clearly handstitched by someone with incredible detail and care.

I looked up at her, my mouth wide open, unsure of what to say. This was possibly the nicest gift anyone had given me.

“Tha-thank you,” I stuttered out.

Isabelle smiled, a lovely, pearly white smile. I had never really seen her smile before. She had a beautiful smile, with just one dimple on her left cheek.

“Wear it to the press conference,” she said simply.

With that she got up and headed towards the exit, but not before adding, “Wear it… and remind the vultures that a lioness has arrived at the paddock, and she has a bone to pick with them.”

Sunday Evening

The press conference had been an interesting one, one of the few press conferences that I think I would remember in my career. It was as if the press had no idea what to say to me, and that was fine. They asked the usual boring questions – about the strategy, tires, etc… but, for the first time in my career, not a single person uttered even a slightly personal or offensive question to me.

Good, I thought to myself. Let them stew on that for a while.

The celebrations that evening had been some of my best. Unlike Wednesday, I had elected to drink less. I wanted to remember this day. I wanted to remember everything about it.

Carlos had also decided to drink less, for some inexplicable reason. He had been a bit odd when we got back to my apartment after the race. He was kind, courteous, and most of all – he was quiet. Even at the bar, he was attentive when I asked him questions, but kept himself back a bit – as if he was trying to give me some room.

Truth be told, I was kind of annoyed. I had won Monaco, and for some reason, he decided this was the time he was going to give me space. I had spent the last several races demanding it, and now, for some blasted reason, I was jealous. Jealous that he spent a good portion of the evening celebrating with Lily. Jealous that he, Charlotte, and Charles did shots together. Jealous that he seemed to talk to every single damn person in this club except his girlfriend.

Well, fake… girlfriend, I corrected myself.

His words rung in my ear, ‘Go and celebrate, Princesa, I’ll give you your real prize later.’

At around midnight I said goodbye to my friends and grabbed Carlos’ hand. “We’re leaving,” I demanded, albeit a bit too harshly at him. He quirked up an eyebrow, but let me drag him into the cab I hailed outside of the club. The ride to my apartment was silent. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to say. Was I acting weird?

No. He was acting weird, I decided. But, why?

The car arrived at my apartment, and we quickly shuffled into my living room. I was starting to feel more and more annoyed with Carlos. He padded on over to my fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and turned back to me, smiling slightly, “Well, what a good day – night Georgie.”

And with that, he waltzed into his room.

I. Was. Fuming.

Why was I fuming? Not for any decent reason I cared to admit.

Before I could stop myself, I marched on over to his room and flung open the door. Inside the room I saw a shocked Carlos, who had now taken off his shirt, just staring back at me. His eyes looked shocked, but the ever so slight turn up of his lip told me otherwise.

I decided to ignore that – for now.

“What was that all about?” I demanded.

“Hmm?” he asked casually, setting his water down at his bedside table.

“You!” I yelled back, starting to raise my voice. “You spent the whole night ignoring me… by like, not ignoring me.” I knew I sounded like an idiot. I knew I should probably stop myself before I continued on, but I couldn’t.

“I thought you’d want your space,” he responded easily – too easily in my opinion.

“Why would you think I’d want space from my boyfriend,” I gritted back.

“Fake boyfriend,” he added quickly. I could tell he noticed that my cheeks had gone a bit red. I had let that slip, and I was definitely a little embarrassed.

I stuttered a bit, not quite sure how to respond to that. I had been caught. Caught doing what? Not completely sure.

“What is it you wanted me to do, Georgie?” he asked. Carlos stood up from the bed he was sitting on and started to slowly move towards me. As he got closer, I could see the corner of his mouth start to go up into a bigger grin.

“Hmmm?” he asked again, as if he expected a response.

I took a little step back, still a bit unsure of what to say. What had I wanted Carlos to do?

Carlos kept moving closer. Soon, my back was against the wall, and his face was mere inches from my face. I could feel his breath close to my lips, his left hand came up and cradled my face ever so gently, with just his finger tips. I saw his eyes flicker down to my lips, and then back up to my eyes, his brown orbs staring intently into mine.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched him, letting it slowly leave my mouth. God, in this moment, Carlos looked so hot – so kissable. His lips were mere inches from mine and without a shirt on? He truly was the most handsome man on the grid. His shoulders were on full display and he was leaning over me. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his eyes, but it was next to impossible, not as he snaked his right hand around my waist and pulled my core into him.

I wanted to say something sassy back. Hell, I wanted to say something back. But I was frozen. What did I want from Carlos? Truth was, I hadn’t had sex in a very long time and with Carlos being my fake boyfriend, there wasn’t exactly an opportunity to have sex with other men. Why shouldn’t I try it with Carlos?

I mean he had been good in my dream… I knew he had to be even better in real life.

Carlos just chuckled as I stared at him, his smirk growing larger on his face. He leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Oh, cariño, I’ll let you get away with not answering me this time, as a reward for winning today, but next time I ask you a question, I will expect an answer. Only good girls get rewards.” As soon as his breath hit my neck, I felt goosebumps go up my body. His words should not have turned me on as much as they did. All of a sudden I had images flash in my mind of Carlos issuing me a punishment for not answering him – and all of the options seemed better than the next.

As if Carlos was reading my mind, he turned his head back to my face, and pressed his lips against mine. I took my hand and placed it on his back, pulling him back into me, not that there was any need. Carlos had my body pushed up against the wall, our lips still connecting in a feat of passion. He put his hands around my thighs and tapped them, asking me silent to jump, which I obliged.

Carlos caught me in his strong arms and turned around, opening the door, heading straight to my bedroom. Soon I felt my back hit my fluffy king size bed. Carlos climbed on top of me, his arms on both sides, caging me in as he kissed me deeply again. Already I was a panting mess.

Carlos took advantage of this and pulled off my top, before going back down to my skirt waistband and looking up at me, asking silent permission to pull off my skirt, which I of course obliged – against my better judgement. I silently pushed that annoying part of myself back down.

This was my race win, and I was going to enjoy my spoils.

Carlos smirked and hooked his fingers around my skirt band, pulling it down rapidly. Before I could protest the sudden movement, he started to kiss his way up my leg slowly, paying attention to every mole, scar and scratch I had on my leg – kissing each one individually.

Soon I felt his mouth get to my thong, and he pulled it aside, placing gentle kitten licks around my core – placing them everywhere except where I desperately needed him most. Carlos slipped a finger inside my thong and tugged it down, pulling it off me and then flinging it across the room like a sling slot.

I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance, which was quickly replaced with pleasure as he went back down on me, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he worked his way back up to my core, his lips once again kissing slowly up my leg. I whimpered a bit as he got closer.

“Carlos… stop teasing,” I demanded. All I heard was a chuckle from the Spaniard, but to my surprise, he gave in. His tongue slid up my entrance to my clit, and I sucked in a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I squirmed a bit, and I felt Carlos’ hand press down on my hips, keeping them in place and stopping my movements. Unconsciously I had begun to move myself on his tongue, hoping to get some additional friction, but to no avail. Carlos had me locked down – and damn, it was making me even more turned on.

Carlos began to pick up the pace, working me like he was a starved man who had just been presented a feast. His tongue was fast and furious, and then light and soft. He would do this up and down, driving me absolutely mad with pleasure. His rhythm was incredible and when he stuck a finger inside of me, I was gone for. I was a moaning and panting mess above Carlos, and I knew the bastard was enjoying this, but in that moment, I couldn’t find it within myself to care.

His mouth kept working me until my toes began to curl, and I could feel that usual electrifying feeling all the way down my body. I let out the most animalistic sound I think I have ever made as Carlos sunk a second and third finger into me, sliding them in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot inside of me, all while sucking and licking on my clit. Within a few more thrusts I was cumming hard and fast, shockwaves of pleasure were coursing through my body. Carlos helped me ride out my waves of pleasure as he licked up everything I had to offer.

As soon as I came down from my high, I started to catch my breath and come to. I opened my eyes, and I saw Carlos right above me, a huge fucking grin on his face. He pecked my lips and then stood up, backing away from the bed slowly.

I could see the huge bulge in his pants, and just as I was about to propose that I could help him with that, he uttered, “Now we’re even, Princesa,” with so much cockiness in his voice, he might as well have been the one who won the race tonight.

And now, for the second time in our fake relationship, I was once again left speechless. Carlos put on that classic Cheshire cat grin, turned around, and left my bedroom.

Had the bastard planned this revenge from the beginning? Of course he fucking had. I wasn’t sure if I was impressed that he had known his ignoring me would get under my skin enough for me to cave… or annoyed that I fallen for it like a complete buffoon.

Both – it wasn’t definitely both.

Georgia: 2 Carlos: 1

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carlos-in-glasses · 3 months

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Thank you for the Tease Tidbit Tuesday tags @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-tk - I wasn't around to do that yesterday, so I'm taking it as a starting point for WIP Wedsnesday instead, and I tag you all back for that! 🧡

This lil smutty number is from the final chapter of Where All This Love Comes From, which will be up on Sunday and I am going to cry.

"You're so good, TK! You're so good!"

"Thank you!" TK screams back, cracking into a laugh.

"I love fucking you. I love it when you're like this. I love feeling you. I love you."

"I love you too!" TK cries, wide-eyed as he looks down between them and watches Carlos quicken his thrusts.

He bends his finger.

"TK!" Carlos booms, "I'm not going come! I’m not!"

"I think you are, baby."

"Uh, babe, you brat–" Carlos chokes.

TK is smug for three seconds until the wild jolting of Carlos coming hard inside him strikes his prostate with such hammering force he screams brokenly, ejaculates all over their stomachs, and then bursts into tears.

"Baby," Carlos says, kissing his tears away. "Was it too much?"

TK nods, catching his shaky breath. Carlos gets it, because he cries sometimes from intense internal stimulation, but TK usually doesn't.

Carlos stays inside him, runs his hand through his hair, waits.

"I just can't believe it. When I think about it all. Everything that's happened. Everything I did. I feel like I don't deserve–"

"Shh, no, no!" Carlos whispers passionately, "You deserve every good thing that's ever happened you, my dude.

TK snort-laughs in Carlos' face, his eyes shining and cheeks pink as fresh tears slip heavily down into his ears. "I hate tears in my ears," he says, cutely shaking his head.

"Sorry I didn't catch those ones." Carlos brushes his fingers over TK's face as if to dry him off. He kisses his nose. "You deserve every good thing that's ever happened to you," he repeats seriously, "My husband. Come here."

TK shifts to wrap his arms around Carlos' shoulders. Carlos lies on top of him, his face in his neck. He kisses TK where his tears have streamed, tastes salt on his lips and feels his cooling come spread between them. He doesn't care if it's a little sticky, doesn't care if ordinarily he'd have got up to get a washcloth by now. It's TK's birthday, and it's chilly, and he's crying happy-sad tears, and all Carlos needs to do is warm him through with a big, long hug – his greatest power – warming him through to soul-level – and he won't stop until he’s sure he’s done his duty.

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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Firsts: The First Argument

AO3 link || Part 7 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

<< The First Time || Masterlist || The First Conversation >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: ~9.7k

warnings: cursing, angst

A/N: thank you all for your comments! I was feeling a little bogged down by work and a few of you commented/sent me messages that made my lil grinch heart grow. I love you forever, srsly lmao

“Eddie,” you said, head tilting back further so he could have better access to your neck. “I have to go soon.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed into your skin, the vibration shooting down your body. You let him continue his trail down to your collarbone, leaving small bite marks on your skin. Already sore from the night before, you couldn’t help but twitch when his hands drifted lower.

Eddie’s smile turned smug and you rolled your eyes. His touch softened and you, like the predictable sucker you were, melted into it. The huff of laughter that fanned across your skin meant he’d noticed too.

“I’m going to be late,” you said, voice trailing off as he pressed his hips into yours. “I know what you’re doing.” You tried not to let your mind wander and kept your eyes on your favorite baseball cap up by the ceiling.

“I’m not doing anything,” he said, blinking up innocently at you, “can’t a guy kiss his girlfriend without ulterior motives?”

“Guys can, you? No chance,” you said, laughing at his disgruntled expression as you climbed off his lap. You pressed a hand down your shirt, trying to flatten the wrinkles his wandering hands caused, and looked around for your bag.

“Where are you going anyway?” He asked, kicking his feet up onto the table, fiddling with his rings.

Smiling triumphantly when you found your bag you made sure you still had everything. “Farrah is coming to get me,” you said, absently, “she wants to go to the mall that’s like an hour away. She needs to buy something.”

“Girl’s day again?” Eddie teased. You rolled your eyes and tried not to encourage him; you knew he was only joking but it had become sort of a habit. Someone always wanted to go to the mall and it became a whole adventure really. Last week was Sienna needing new boots. The week before that Angelina needed to get her hands on a perfume. To be fair, you had been the one to start it all – asking them to accompany you to get a new jacket for winter. In the end you hadn’t even bought it, you liked wearing Eddie’s anyway.

“I’m not sure,” you frowned when you didn’t spot your jacket. “Have you seen my coat?”

“You mean my coat?” Eddie snorted, standing and unearthing his cargo jacket from what felt like thin air. You grinned, pulled on your hoodie and let him help you into it.

A car honked outside Eddie’s trailer and you peeked out the window.

“That’s Carlos!” You said.

“Carlos?” Eddie asked, his brows furrowing.

“Yeah, you know him and Farrah don’t really go anywhere without each other,” you winked, kissing Eddie one last time, “I can’t tease them considering…well, us.”

“Come on Henderson!” A third voice shouted. Eddie leaned around your shoulder to glance at the car.

“Who’s that?”

You squinted and waved when you saw Ben sitting in the back, practically hanging out the window.

“That’s Selena’s brother, remember? She’s probably riding with Sienna and Angelina.”

Eddie frowned and you paused, feeling like you were missing something.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You prompted when he didn’t answer. His uncertain expression cleared, as if wiped away, and he smiled down at you. Eddie leaned down to kiss your temple and squeezed your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow princess.”

“Hey Munson!” Carlos shouted out, motioning at you to hurry.

Eddie nodded, lifting a hand.

“Hey guys!” You smiled, tossing your bag in before you slid into the back seat next to Ben. Before Carlos could pull away you popped your head out the window, your cheeks a little frozen from the cold and cupped your hands around your mouth.

“I love you!”

Eddie’s small smile broke into a grin and Carlos groaned loudly.

“Oh, like you don’t do the same with Farrah,” Ben said, defending you loyally. You offered him a fist and he laughed, bumping it.

“Alright, alright let’s just get there so we can get this over with,” Carlos said, driving out the park.

Eddie bobbed his head along to the music, his van parked outside your home. He’d honked twice and saw you wave out your window.

Gathering speed as we head down the runway

Gotta get airborne before it's too late

“Running, scrambling, flying,” Eddie sung to himself, fingers hitting his steering wheel to the beat. The guys had been thinking of covering this song for their next gig but Eddie was a little apprehensive. He knew Rick didn’t care what they played at the Hideout as long as they played something. Eddie wasn’t too sure their new place would be such a great idea. He didn’t want to scare them off – he was almost sure that if they could spread the word a bit more, just drawing in a little more people, so that they could get paid.

And holy shit wouldn’t that be something? Getting paid to play music. To shred on his guitar.

They had to get the setlist right. Eddie frowned, looking for his scrap of paper that he’d been using to scribble on.

“Hey you,” your voice carried from halfway up your driveway.

Eddie popped up, grinning when he saw you wrapped up in his jacket. He teased you about it a lot but, he loved how you looked in it. Eddie turned the heating up as far as it could go – not that that was saying much in his van – he knew that you usually ended up shivering in here.

“Princess,” Eddie bowed his head, loving the grin you shot his way. It’d been almost a year and half and he still couldn’t get enough of you. Judging by the way you pulled him into a cold kiss as soon as you hopped into the car, you couldn’t either.

Eddie couldn’t help his smile. He knew you loved him, you said daily, but he was still a little in awe of it.

“I brought you some leftovers,” you said, stopping briefly to sniff the air. He was about to ask what you were doing when you brought the cookie up to his mouth. Eddie took a bite of the new cookie recipe you’d been trying and felt the sweetness melt on his tongue.

“This one is just as great as the last one,” he said, starting the car.

You tried to hide a delighted smile behind your exaggerated eye roll. “You can’t keep saying that for all of them!”

“Sweetheart, they’re cookies. They’re all good.”

“You’re biased,” you said, laughing when he wiggled his brows.

“Fuck yeah I am,” he said, bringing your hand up to his lips. Your hands were still cold, despite the heating and Eddie felt his stomach dip. He really needed to get the heating looked at the next time he passed by the mechanics.

“How was your morning?” You asked, something flashing across your face. It was too quick for Eddie to recognize and the light turned green before he could analyze you.

“A little stressful,” Eddie admitted, “we’re trying to get the setlist just right.”

You sighed and he knew you understood the battle. “Can I help?” Eddie grinned, loving how you always offered.

“Gareth might actually like that,” Eddie laughed, “it’ll give him a break from arguing with me.”

“I’m not fighting Gareth for you,” you joked, “he’s scary when he gets all huffy.”

An image popped up in Eddie’s mind and he could see Gareth turning red as he huffed, stubborn in his decisions. “You know, he can be,” Eddie agreed. He turned into the diner, where you had your first non-date, and parked quickly.

“Is that why the van smells like cigarettes?” You asked nonchalantly, pulling on your gloves.

Eddie closed his eyes and fought the groan that resonated in his chest. Fuck, shit, fuck. He’d promised you the last time you’d brought this up that he’d try to cut down. In his defense, after this morning’s shitty rehearsal, he’d needed one for the drive home. He’d completely forgotten that you had the nose of a bloodhound and a few hours wouldn’t have been enough to get rid of the smell. Shit, it was probably on his breath still too.

Reaching for the gum he kept in his cup holders, he chewed on a piece hesitantly. “Rehearsals were tough?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, looking indecisive and small. Eddie hated that – he knew you’d taken a while to work up to asking him to consider quitting smoking. You didn’t care much about the weed, considering Steve he’d laugh if you did, but you really didn’t like the cigarettes.

While you had never outright said it to him but he could tell. The way your eyes would tighten when he lit one in front of you, your eyes would track the movement as he brought it to his lips. Eddie knew you too well to know that you were hiding your displeasure despite never really saying anything.

Eddie watched you fiddle with your zipper – unsure and you shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” he said, wanting to erase the disappointment out of your expression.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” you said, trying and failing to summon your usually bright smile. As if you knew he wasn’t buying it, you reached for the door and hopped out.

Fuuuck, Eddie dropped his head onto the wheel and winced when it throbbed. He was such an idiot.

He really did want to show you he could quit, he could. He hadn’t even been smoking for long – since his first round at senior year, the one he met you. Ironically, the month before the Halloween dance. He’d bummed some off his uncle and while he wouldn’t say he couldn’t live without them; it wasn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be. He’d also…admittedly hadn’t been putting much energy into it, despite promising you.

“It feels a little like I should be sorry?” He said, his tone making it sound like a question. Eddie jogged up to where you waited and watched you try to school your expression.

“You said you’d try and this is you trying,” you said, small smile not reaching your eyes.

Eddie’s heart sank into his stomach. Shit, he really did need to start trying. You didn’t wait for him to reply and turned to pull the door open. Eddie scrambled to hold it for you but you were already waving at your waitress and sitting in your usual booth.

The fluorescent lights today seemed to beat down on him a little more than usual, the beginnings of a headache blooming at the base of his skull. He felt his palms get clammy and he frowned when he saw you pick up the menu. In the year you’d been coming here together you’d ordered one of the same three things, you never looked at the menu. He leaned against his elbows and tried to peek at you over the plastic menu.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I did say I would and I don’t break my promises,” he tried again.

You nodded, smiling, eyes still on the menu.

Eddie nudged your foot with his and you brought your eyes up to meet his. “I’m serious.”

He watched your robotic customer service smile morph into a small – but real - one and he released the anxious grip he had on the table. “I’m sorry,” you exhaled, eyes darting down to his hand. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. I never want you to feel like you have to change yourself for me.”

Eddie almost laughed. Right, like you were asking for much? Poor him, his girlfriend cared about his health and didn’t want him to smoke cigarettes. Only you would feel bad for trying to keep him healthier.

“You’re not,” he assured you, hating the anxious expression that had overtaken your face. “You don’t ever make me feel like I need to change. If anything, you might be a bad influence on me. You should really be trying harder.”

The familiar indignation that rose to your cheeks made him want to pump his fist in victory.

“Same as always?” The waitress, Doris, interrupted.

Eddie nodded, shooting her a grateful look. She nodded, walking away as quick as she’d appeared.

“You never talk about it,” Eddie said. Dustin had briefly mentioned it but he wanted to hear it from you.

“He didn’t die from it,” you said, eyes not meeting his again. “He took me to one of his appointments, halfway through, and he made me sit outside…I overheard my dad’s doctor tell him that the cigarettes hadn’t helped.”

Eddie’s heart ached at the look in your eyes. Like you were lost in a memory that you’d have rather forgotten. He knew exactly what that felt like.

“I – it’s clearly me being a paranoid loser,” you said, shaking your head, “I just…”

You didn’t say the words but you didn’t have to. Eddie knew what you meant. You didn’t want anything bad to happen to him either.

“I get it and I mean it,” and he did – he had half-heartedly managed to lower the number of cigarettes he smoked but he hadn’t stopped buying them. He still carried a pack with him everywhere he went. Not anymore.

Eddie made a dramatic show of pulling the cart from his jacket and dumping it into the trash.

“No more!” He shouted.

You laughed, ducking when the other customers turned around to look at Eddie. The waitress, familiar with his antics, rolled her eyes.

“Are you sure?” You said, anxiously biting at your bottom lip.

He was – he did want to do it for you but mostly he wanted to do it for himself.

“I am. This is for me, you know?”

Your answering smile made his heart jump back up, arms reaching out for yours.

Eddie felt ridiculous.

“You look fine,” you told him, the fifth time that night.

“I didn’t say anything,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and shot him a look that said he wasn’t fooling you. “You keep tugging at your tie.”

“I’m just not used to it,” he said, feeling like the biggest poser in his button down and tie. Wayne had looked like he wanted to laugh when he’d asked him to borrow one.

“You look great,” you said, wiggling your brows enough to make him smile. You were ridiculously cute when you tried to be suave. “I promise to peel it off you later, right after we get home.”

Eddie snorted at your corny tone but the image of you tugging him onto the bed by the tie had him shifting uncomfortably “Smooth,” he teased.

“Worked, didn’t it?” You winked.

Holy shit, did you have him wrapped around your finger. Eddie would remember to be embarrassed but he hadn’t ever managed the energy to care. He almost stumbled into you when you stopped suddenly at the front doors.

“Princess, I need a little warning – whoa, hey, what’s wrong?” Eddie watched your hands tremble as you whirled around and dug your face into his chest. How had you gone from teasing to scared so quickly?

“What if it’s the worst thing anyone’s seen?” You asked, voice muffled by his jacket. Your breath frosted in the air, evaporating quickly into the cold. Eddie rubbed his hands up your arms, trying to warm and reassure you.

“From what little you’ve shown me,” he said, pointedly, ignoring your snort, “they’d be fucking out of their minds not to love it. You’ve got talent bursting out of every cell, okay? So even if they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”

“Eddie!”

“I said it. Fuck. Them. You’re good at this and you don’t need their validation,”

Your head lifted from his chest, your smile genuine and while your anxious shoulders hadn’t dropped all the way – they weren’t as tense. He’d take the win.

“Ready Henderson?” He asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Ready,” you said, walking into the gallery.

Eddie had celebrated with you when you found out that your photographs were chosen to be included in your school’s annual art exhibition. You’d tried to downplay the achievement but he knew that only ten out of hundreds were chosen. This was a big fucking deal and he couldn’t be prouder of you. Which is why, if he had to conform to the man and wear a tie – he’d do it, no questions asked. Even if he did look ridiculous.

He watched you check your coats in – you still insisted on wearing his old ratty cargo jacket and goddamn if it didn’t make some stupid male part of his brain happy – and Eddie pulled you back into his side.

Both of you ignored the fact that you were buzzing like you’d taken a hit of something. “Come on, I don’t care about this stuff. Take me to what I came here to see,” Eddie teased, delighting in the way you grinned.

“Alright, I guess we’ll have time to look at it after,” you said, pulling him towards the photography section.

The second the picture frames came into his field of vision; he knew which were yours. It was like a magnet and his feet took him towards them.

Eddie felt your curious gaze beside him, your eyes on his expression, analyzing no doubt for any reaction. He lacked the words to describe how amazing they were. He knew you had a knack for this, he’d known it from the second you’d told him you wanted to try your hand at it.

“Oh my God, you hate it,” you teased, bumping his elbow.

“I’m never going to leave you alone after this, you know?” He said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “What is it that you say when you see me at a gig?”

“It comes natural to you, like it’s an extension of who you are,” you said quietly.

Eddie nodded dumbly. “That’s what this is Peach,” he murmured, still looking across your five photographs. “Are those the-”

“-flowers you got me on our first date? Yeah. I pressed them to save them. I thought they’d look nice with a fresh bouquet.”

“Lightning in a bottle,” he read the caption. Eddie’s heart tripped, his stomach flipping the way it always did when it came to you. The way he always hoped it would. He couldn’t believe you’d dedicated one your photographs to him. No one had done something like that for him before. Before he could formulate his thoughts into words, someone behind you cleared their throat.

“Do you two ever not look disgustingly in love?” the voice called out.

Your head turned and Eddie rolled his eyes good naturedly when he saw Angelina standing there with her hands on her hips. Sienna appeared over her shoulder, looking a little ruffled.

“I’m sorry, I tried to stop her,” she huffed, looking down at Angelina with affection.

“You guys came!” You said, your face lighting up.

“Of course, we did, doofus,” Angelina said, tugging you into her arms and squeezing tightly. Her bracelets clinked together as she waved a hand excitedly. “Yours are the best here.”

“Angie!”

“What? I said what everyone was thinking,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Excuse me, Ms. Henderson?”

Eddie straightened at the sound of a man’s voice. Your spine seemed to follow suit because you turned a little stiffly. “Yes?” You called you replied looking a little unsure.

“Ah, I see you found her!” A second older man walked over to you all.

“Professor!” You squeaked, your voice a little high pitched. “I didn’t know you would be here.”

You wrung your fingers but your expression looked deceivingly calm. He reached out to squeeze your shoulder and smiled when you calmed.

“I wouldn’t miss it, especially once I found out my favorite student would be showing her pieces,” he said, smiling warmly.

You immediately looked flustered and ducked your head bashfully. Eddie wanted to tease but knew you’d just get more embarrassed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Professor Jacobs this is my boyfriend, Eddie Munson.”

“Pleasure,” the man said, shaking Eddie’s hand. “I see Ms. Young and Ms. Jones made it too.”

“Hi Professor,” Angelina and Sienna waved, beaming.

“If you don’t mind, could I steal you away for a few minutes?” The professor asked, motioning to the first man. “I wanted to introduce you to someone.”

You blinked and Eddie elbowed you, reanimating you. “Yes, of course, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie watched you straighten your shoulders and nod along to something the professor was saying. Angelina sighed. “Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’m parched. Drinks?”

Eddie and Sienna nodded, eyes still on you.

“God you two are worse than mothers,” Angelina snorted, disappearing through the crowd.

“Is she frowning?” Sienna whispered, rising to her toes. Her arm gripped Eddie’s and he tried to be more discreet but probably looked just as obvious.

“That’s just how she looks like when she’s pretending to listen,” Eddie whispered back, pretending to look at a nearby photo. Sienna followed suit and her nose wrinkled.

“What is this?”

Eddie blinked, looking up at the large black and white image. A fruit? Wait, no was that the edge of a chair?

Sienna snapped her fingers. “It’s a swimming pool!”

“Why would anyone photograph an empty swimming pool?”

She shrugged. “What’s the caption?”

“Unicorns in the mountains,” Eddie said, biting on his lip to keep from smiling.

Sienna’s elbow hit his ribs painfully. “It’s artistic,” she said, wiggling her fingers.

Eddie shook his head; it really wasn’t funny – as an artist he knew that. But still, unicorns? Wait, was it a dog?

“I hope he’s telling her something good,” Eddie said, sighing, not wanting you to have your night ruined.

“He’s probably trying to convince her about NYU,” Sienna said, moving onto the next photo and looking even more confused.

“What?” Eddie asked, voice a little too loud.

Sienna shot him a look. “The photography program? She was offered a spot for next year.”

“What?” Eddie sounded like a broken record but he couldn’t believe it. NYU? Fuck yeah, that was big leagues. You deserved this. His sudden burst of elation came crashing down as Sienna continued.

“She turned it down already,” Sienna whispered as a couple passed closely, shaking her head, “Angelina won’t let her live it down but I guess I understand.” Eddie’s heart dropped to the floor.

You’d turned it down? Why would you turn an opportunity like that down?

“What won’t I let who live down?”

Eddie barely registered Angelina’s presence.

“NYU,” Sienna said, shrugging. Angelina’s eyes darted to Eddie’s before widening pointedly in Sienna’s direction.

“Sienna,” Angelina hissed, shooting her a look. Sienna straightened, as if struck by lightning, and Eddie’s heart dropped next to his stomach. You’d told them but not him.

“Fuck.” Sienna looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here. She stumbled over her words before muttering something about the bathroom.

“Don’t overthink it,” Angelina said quickly, as Sienna darted away, “she was going to tell you but she hadn’t rejected it officially until two days ago.”

“Two days ago?” He croaked.

Why hadn’t you told him?

“She was overwhelmed, you had that gig coming up, she was making sure the photos came out perfect for tonight, and you know how she gets,” Angelina’s voice was soft, like she was trying to soothe a cornered animal. Eddie knew you were nervous about tonight and that he’d been busy with the band but…why wouldn’t you just tell him?

“Why did she turn it down?” He asked, watching you shake hands with the men.

Angelina grunted and Eddie turned around to look at her.

“Angelina.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I don’t know, she won’t tell me all of it – I…you know why, Munson.”

Eddie didn’t know what to do with that.

“Hey,” your voice startled him. He turned and saw your eyes beaming up at him. “Professor Jacobs said he thinks one of my photographs will sell. Can you imagine? Someone wants to pay actual American dollars for my photo!”

Your happiness, despite the recent truth bomb, made a smile creep onto his face. The gut instinct to ask you, demand to know why you’d say no, died just as quickly as it rose. This was your night and…if you hadn’t told him yet he needed to trust that it was for a reason. You always did things at your pace and he didn’t want to ruin this for you.

“Of course, I can,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “they’re the best ones here. Jones and I can’t figure out what that one is.”

Squinting, you stepped forward and bit your lip. “Is it a house?”

Angelina snorted and Eddie smiled down at you.

“Hey, where’s Sienna?”

Eddie was being weird. You’d noticed it at the gallery last night but he’d been trying to cover it all afternoon. He’d offered to swing by for you this morning but you had to go in to cover one of your co-workers’ early shifts. You’d driven to his trailer after work and picked up on his mood almost instantly.

It wasn’t a mood, per say, but more like he was…off.

“Did you want to see if we could catch a movie? I think Nancy is going, we could invite Angelina or Jeff. I think he said he wanted to see the new release.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hummed.

“Eddie?”

“What? Sorry, I missed that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he scratched the back of his neck.

“I asked if you wanted to catch a movie tonight?”

“Sure, yeah,” he said, eyes returning to his guitar. “What time?”

“I think it’s at seven,” you said, checking your watch, “we’ve got like three and half hours.”

“Wait,” he straightened, “what time is it?”

“3:40,” you said, settling more comfortably onto the couch.

“Fuck,” he stood, almost dropping his guitar. You sat up, shocked. Eddie was never careless with his guitar.

“What?” You asked, glancing around the room instinctively.

“I told Rick I’d be by at four to stock up,” he groaned, pinching his nose, “he’s going to bitch when I’m late.”

You immediately grabbed your bag and his keys. “Come on then, let’s go.”

“What?” He asked, stilling.

Glancing at him, you opened the door, shivering when the cold air burst through. “I said come on, we can make it if we take the shortcut on Delancey.”

“Uh, no,” he snorted, “I’ll go and you can wait here. I’ll swing back for you and drive us to the theater.”

What? You frowned. “That’s driving twice as far for no reason, I can just go with you. I’ve never met Rick anyway.”

“He’s not really interesting, I promise,” Eddie said, tugging his leather jacket on. “I’ll be back.”

“Eddie, you can’t be serious, you’ll be hours,” you said, closing the door. “I’m coming with you, don’t be stupid.”

“I said no!” He said, shoulders tensing.

You blinked at his outburst, taking a step back.

“What the hell is your problem?” You asked.

“My problem?” Eddie’s expression contorted into something you’d never seen before. Was he mad? What the hell had you done? “My problem is that I’m going to go pick up drugs and you want to come with me!”

“Yes?” You said, incredulous. “I’ve literally sat in the car before while you sold to someone Eddie, I’m not blind. Besides, stop acting like you ever sell anything other than weed-”

“I got the special K!”

“That was twice! Regardless, why would I care?”

“Because you should!” He huffed, crossing his arms. “I don’t want you there!”

You took a step back, as if he’d shoved you. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” you snapped, temper awakening.

“What don’t you get? You can’t come to restock, period, that’s it.”

“Are you worried someone’s going to see?” You asked, trying to find out why he’d suddenly lost his mind.

“Yes! I don’t want you involved.”

You snorted. “Well, it’s a little too late don’t you think? The whole town knows we’re dating!”

“I care!”

“Oh, now you care,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“What does that mean?” He asked, crossing his arms, brows furrowed and mouth twisted downwards.

“You never care! That’s your thing, isn’t it?” You shouted. “So why would you start now? Even if it’s about me?”

“I have always cared about you!” He said, expression fierce.

You rolled your eyes and took a few steps away from him. “No, you care about what it would say about you if people were talking about me!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” He said, looking confused and annoyed. You didn’t blame him, this was starting to get ridiculous.

Opening your mouth to repeat it – to be honest you weren’t sure you knew you could – he threw his hands in the air and exhaled loudly.

“Whatever! You know what, you’re right. I don’t care about any of it – not school, not about my reputation, and certainly not what snotty people think of me.”

Was that a dig at you? How had you gone from going with him to restock to caring what other people thought of you? Unless he didn’t want you there for another reason? Did he think you were snotty? Just because you cared a little didn’t make you a snob! You felt yourself getting defensive.

“Well, not everyone has the luxury of not caring Eddie.”

The silence felt like a roaring pulse in the room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

“That you shit on people who conform to society but I have to care sometimes okay? I don’t have the money to pay for college. I need to get good grades or else I don’t get a second chance okay! I can’t just repeat a year.”

Eddie’s face flinched like you’d slapped him.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“No, by all means, say what you really feel.”

You groaned; you were just trying to defend yourself. “Not everything is a dig at you! If I would’ve meant to say it, I would’ve said it!”

“Right, like the way you told me about the NYU program?”

You froze. How the hell had he…you closed your eyes. That’s why Sienna hadn’t been able to look at you. You were going to kill Angie; she should’ve given you a heads up.

“Right, didn’t think I knew, did you? Maybe, just maybe, because you didn’t tell me.”

“I was going to tell you!” You were – today actually.

“Right, when? Because Angelina said you’ve known for days,” he said, expression full of hurt.

“Soon! Okay? Today. I was worried…well I was worried you’d react like this!” You threw out your hand at him. “Irrational!”

“Irrational? Oh, I’m being irrational?” You nodded, crossing your arms. “Why? Because I won’t let you come with me on a drug run when I’ve told you I don’t like it when you come with me to stock up, I’ve always told you that.”

You put your arms on your hips. “Which I’ve respected despite the fact that I don’t know why! I know what you do Eddie, I’ve always known, for fuck’s sake I bought from you! The night we officially met, the one you say is a good memory, was right after you sold Steve a joint. We hid out in Rick’s house for days when the town thought you were a murderer. I’ve always shown you the worst and best parts of me. Why do you hide this from me?” Your heart sunk at the sight of his changing expression.

“Because I’m embarrassed! Because this is who I am, some drug dealer that has to feel worried about how I don’t make enough money at my real job so that maybe I can afford a better car? So that one day I could take some classes? Or better yet, so we can find an apartment that isn’t a total shithole? One I can actually afford? One you deserve? Or are we going to pretend it’s been almost six months since we stopped looking at places?”

“Don’t you dare put that on me,” you hissed, “you’re the one who found something wrong with every apartment we saw! I work at a fucking bookstore Eddie! What do you think I’m earning? Millions? I’m on a scholarship!”

Eddie rolled his eyes and your temper flared beyond the point of return.

“You don’t know what this feels like!”

“Because you won’t talk to me about it!” You yelled back. “If you would just open up-”

“Perfect, smart, talented, Henderson. With the poor, stupid, local dealer. You’d obviously never lower your standards to be with me,” he said, frowning, “who was I trying to kid? I won’t ever measure up and it’s about time we both stopped pretending I will! I just drag you down – I’m doing it now.”

“Don’t make this about the internship,” you hissed.

“You don’t see it, you just don’t see it,” he shouted, surprising you both.

“Then fucking show me!” You snapped.

Eddie’s eyes flashed and he started picking up speed. “The day you didn’t invite me along to the mall with your friends! I thought that was a girls only thing and then Carlos and that new guy is there?”

You gaped, at a complete loss. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to go because I know you hate shopping!”

“Last I checked it wasn’t your favorite either!”

“But they asked me to go, I was going for them!”

“I would’ve gone for you, but you didn’t even think to ask?”

You hadn’t. You wanted to spare him what you thought would’ve been a hard trip.

“And you think that’s because I’m embarrassed of you?” You asked, heart breaking. “You think I’d do that? That I’ve been acting these past, what, seventeen months? That I’m that big of an asshole? Like the rest of them?”

Eddie shrugged and you felt your heart sink further. How could he?

“Please, tell me how you really feel about me,” you said after a moment, mortified to feel pressure behind your eyes. Did he really think that about you? That you thought you were perfect and he was just some loser? Were you just lumped in with the rest of the judgmental assholes of this town? “I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

Eddie’s shoulders slumped and he pinched the bridge of his nose, regret already overtaking his expression. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Right,” you laughed dryly, “but that’s what you said. Or didn’t say.”

“Henderson-”

Incensed, you stood, not knowing what to do with the sudden rush of adrenaline. “And for your information, I’ve never said I was embarrassed! You’re the one who acts like you need to go around rejecting people before they hurt you first. Steve was an asshole but he was never mean to you, right? Nancy might seem stuck up but she’s just quiet and doesn’t open up to strangers. She’s never been rude to you.” You crossed your arms, not knowing what to do with them.

“Angelina and Sienna have always been your friends. Carlos and Farrah show up to almost all your gigs – they tell anyone who’ll listen about how good Corroded Coffin is. You’re up on your high horse so sure others are judging you – and yeah, some of them are, but you don’t give anyone a chance!”

Eddie curled into himself and you hated the pang of sympathy you still felt. Unfortunately for the both of you, once your temper was roaring – it was hard for you to break the fire.

“If you want to talk about secrets,” you said quietly, “why don’t we talk about the fact that I saw that internship application for the recording studio in Indianapolis in your drawer last month.”

“I…” Eddie sputtered, looking like you had pulled the rug from under him.

“It’s easy to point the finger, isn’t it?” You sneered. “I have never been embarrassed or unaware of who you are Eddie. Sometimes I feel like I know you better than you know yourself. I know you’re a good person and you deserve better than what you allow yourself to have. It’s like you’re clinging to these things that you hate doing as a form of punishment. If you’re so ashamed of selling or of how you think people perceive you then do something about it. Stop acting like you don’t care, stop projecting onto me, and stop assuming you know how I feel. Because clearly you don’t.”

At the resounding silence, you starting packing up your bag.

“Where are you going?” His voice sounded panicked.

“The hell away from you.” You snapped, grabbing your keys and shoving your feet into your shoes.

“So, what, you’re just going to run away? That’s real mature!”

“Whatever!” You snapped, feeling like you could punch his stupid, heartbroken, face. God, why is it even when you were mad you felt the desire to pull him to you.

“Yeah, whatever!” He snapped back, anger resurfacing.

“I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be around you right now. I want to be alone,” you reached for the door, stumbling over your feet, “and you know what! I know you’ve still been smoking! So next time don’t promise to do something when you won’t even put an effort in!”

Slamming the door felt satisfying, the jolt in your arm ached and you stumbled to your car. How had that escalated so quickly? You didn’t even remember what it had all started with. It wasn’t until you were almost to your house that you broke down. Tears clouded your eyes and your lungs felt like they couldn’t draw in air.

Fuck.

“Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in,” Robin said, her arms crossing, and Eddie felt like he wanted to shrivel up and die.

More than usual.

“Buckley,” Eddie greeted, hesitating by the door.

“She’s not here,” she said, leaning her hip against the counter. “You missed her by ten minutes.”

Eddie’s heart jumped. You’d been here?

His expression must have looked as pathetic as he felt because Robin’s glare softened minutely.

“Alright, Robin, he looks miserable – let’s go easy on him,” Steve said. He walked out of a nearby aisle with the box of tapes in his arms. “Hey man.”

Steve slapped Eddie’s hand, bumping his fist after and saluting him.

Eddie hated to admit that you had been right about Steve, not that it surprised him. You were right about most things. Steve was a good friend, one he could count on, and a loyal one. Once he got passed the hair, the popularity, and the persona he carried, Harrington was pretty cool.

Not that Eddie would ever tell him that. He’d never let him live it down if he did. Dustin already jokingly referred to them as co-parents.

“Hey,” he said, chewing on his lip, “I need advice.”

“Hmph, how the mighty have fallen,” Robin snipped.

Steve winced at her tone, but Eddie couldn’t blame her. He knew Robin’s loyalty to you was unmatched. “She’s clearly Team Henderson,” Steve said.

“So should you! You’ve known her for most of your life you traitor,” Robin said, stepping away from Eddie.

“Robin, look at him,” Steve hissed.

Eddie wanted to resent that but who was he kidding? He knew he looked bad – worse than usual. His mood wasn’t helpful either. Gareth and Jeff had all but barred him from practice. It’d been a week since your fight and Eddie hadn’t gone that long without talking to you in over a year. It was a humbling experience to realize that he really didn’t know what to do without you. Which was fucking pathetic but he was desperate.

The next morning, Eddie had woken up with a pit in his stomach and he knew he’d been an idiot. He’d tried calling you but you wouldn’t talk to him. Dustin was even starting to sound worried. The first, and only time, he tried to talk to you in person, you’d sent out Dustin. He’d passed along the message from you – that you’d like to be left alone and you’d call him when you were ready to talk.

That had been five days ago. Eddie’s skin was starting to crawl and he knew he had the tendency to lean towards the dramatic but – he couldn’t help but feel like if he didn’t do something soon, he’d lose something he wasn’t prepared to lose. Something he couldn’t lose. But he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to show up unannounced, he couldn’t keep calling, he had no blueprint to follow. You’d never fought before – this was new territory for him.

On the fourth day, Eddie had gotten wasted in Gareth’s garage and Jeff had looked at him so pitifully that Eddie knew he must’ve looked bad. Gareth had been the one who suggested he go to Robin and Steve. So here he was – because he was desperate.

Eddie felt Robin’s inspecting stare and was surprised to see her animosity drop. “You do look a little pathetic,” she admitted.

“Thanks,” Eddie said dryly. “I just…need help.”

“And you thought coming here was the best place to get it?” Robin snorted, making Eddie’s heart drop. “That’s ballsy, Munson, even for you.”

“You’re the safer option than Dustin,” Eddie joked flatly.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, avoid Dustin as long as you can.”

“Please,” Eddie cleared his throat, wishing he didn’t sound so pathetic, “can you just… she won’t answer my calls. She doesn’t want to see me. I don’t know what to do.”

“She’s mad,” Robin said, pointedly. “You basically called her stuck up and judgmental.”

Eddie felt his chest tighten. How the fuck had he gotten here? “I didn’t mean to-”

Robin huffed, crossing her arms again and Eddie closed his mouth.

“You know I was starting to think you guys weren’t normal,” Steve said, pensive, when Eddie turned to him.

“What?” Eddie blinked.

“You guys never fought with each other and that’s not normal, it can’t be normal!” He said defensively, turning to Robin. “It’s been more than a year without you guys having a real fight. Everyone fights! Shit, I’ve lost count of how many fights we’ve had.”

Robin picked at her nails, reeking of superiority. Eddie wanted to melt into the floor.

“Robin, please I already feel bad enough,” Eddie said, rubbing a hand down his face. “I can’t apologize if I can’t find her. It’s almost been a week.”

“She was listening to Elton John,” Robin said quietly.

Eddie froze. No…you couldn’t be. Things weren’t that bad, were they? Not Elton John bad. “Which song?” He demanded.

Robin ignored him and disappeared through the back door.

“Steve,” Eddie turned to him, voice a little pleading.

Harrington groaned and shook his head. “I’m Still Standing.”

Eddie closed his eyes and his heart all but stopped in his chest.

“Well fuck,” Eddie said, nodding as he slowly let his head hit the counter, “fuck, fuck, fuck.��

“Alright calm down it’s not unfixable,” Steve said, walking over to him. Eddie felt him pat his shoulder. “At least she’s moved on from Tina Turner?”

“She was listening to Tina?” Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. Shit. Maybe he really had fucked this up beyond no return.

“What’s love but a second-hand emotion?” Robin sang under her breath as she walked past them both, shelving more tapes.

Eddie straightened, his stomach flipping uncomfortably.

“Robin,” Steve said, shaking his head, “don’t sucker punch him when he’s down. Look at him.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she said, humming to the beat.

“She only listens to that album when she’s pissed, remember that fight she had with Dustin?” Eddie said, feeling worse than before.

Steve winced. “I said it’s fixable not that it wasn’t bad…” He snapped. “What about flowers? You should just show up to her next shift. She can’t stay mad forever.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie sighed. He’d avoided ambushing you at work, worried he’d make it worse. “I’ve never…gone this long without talking to her. I don’t know who to ask – she’s the one I’d ask in this situation. She’s my best friend. Isn’t that pathetic?”

Robin’s eyes snapped to his and her expression looked pitying.

“I’m telling you man, chocolates and flowers,” Steve insisted, “she’s got the early shift tomorrow.”

Robin groaned and Eddie heard her drop the pile of tapes. “Dingus, you give the worst advice.”

“Hey!”

“You,” she said pointing a finger at Eddie. “Are you sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Do you realize what you did wrong?”

Eddie frowned and Robin squinted at him. He nodded, not wanting to ruin his only chance.

“She misses you too,” Robin said, sighing, “you’re both pathetic really. She thinks you’re mad at her but she’s also mad at you. You look like a kicked puppy and it’s weird when you two fight. You need to talk it out.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do!”

Robin raised her brow. “She likes white calla lilies,” she said, pointing to the market across the street.

“I know what my girlfriend likes,” Eddie said, defensively. He wasn’t an idiot. Well…

“She’s at home,” Robin said and Steve choked. “Her mom is at work, Dustin’s in school, and she called out sick from the store.”

“Robin, she’s going to kill you,” Steve said, looking worried as Eddie reanimated.

Eddie smiled and kissed Robin’s cheek. “You’re my friend too – even if I take her side.” He watched her small smiled before it vanished. “But you can’t keep carrying the baggage without trying to deal with it. You both messed up but for the sake of this not happening again, you gotta try Munson.”

He felt a surge of affection for her. “I owe you Buckley,” he said, half running back to his car.

“Yes, you do!” She yelled out.

“And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you,” you sang loudly, and off key, “you'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use!”

Licking the batter from the spoon you were using, you danced in place. Robin was right, who needed men? They were all stupid.

“Have you tried talking to him? Instead of ignoring him like a ten-year-old?” Steve’s voice echoed in your head.

You’d been ignoring his calls, making Dustin tell him you weren’t home. Your mom had looked suspicious but you hadn’t wanted to tell her and swore Dustin to secrecy. Your heart had grown when he offered to beat Eddie up for you.

In reality, you were hiding from the fact that this fight wasn’t entirely on his shoulders. You knew you had made a major mistake not telling him about the program. You never lied to Eddie, about anything. Were you hurt by what he’d said? Yeah. But you’d said hurtful things too.

Fuck, you grunted, feeling the wind in your sails die. You needed to apologize. This whole argument was so stupid. You knew Eddie was insecure about his financial situation – despite you not being that much better off, you knew it was a sore spot for him. So, what did you do? Poke at it until he exploded.

You had stood there, pointed out all his insecurities, and then had the audacity to be insulted when he insinuated that you were like the rest of them. Hadn’t you done exactly what he was worried about?

Groaning, you winced at this mess. You really had to call him. Tonight. You were done hiding because you were embarrassed by what you’d said and how you’d acted. He’d been wrong, but so had you. Plus, you missed him. You didn’t know you could miss him this much – it really was worrying.

The doorbell interrupted your musings and you covered the mixing bowl so none of the cats could get to it. Lowering the volume to the sound system as you padded to the front door, you wondered who it was. Robin had said she would be by during her lunch break. Had she ditched Steve and come by earlier?

Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid

And I'm still standing after all this time

“Did you leave King Steve alone – Eddie?”

“Hi princess,” he said, bouquet of lilies in hand.

“Hi,” you said, suddenly aware that you were wearing one of his AC/DC t-shirts and your oldest pajama bottoms. You ran a hand down your hair and winced when you felt how frizzy it was. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know,” he said, frowning, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, opening the door further, “I’m not…busy?”

A ghost of a smile flashed across his face. “No, I mean, I’m sorry.”

The knot in your chest tightened further.

“Why didn’t you come by earlier?” You asked, feeling immediately stupid. Clearly, he didn’t come find you, you wouldn’t answer his calls – idiot. He was respecting your space. “That was such a stupid question, I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay,” he said.

“I could’ve come to you too, or answered the phone or-”

“Princess.”

You snap your mouth closed, shooting him an apologetic look.

“I’m just going to start, okay?” He asked. You nodded and motioned for him to follow you to the living room.

“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you,” he said, eyes on his fingers. He twirled his rings, a clear sign he was anxious.

“Me neither,” you said quickly, “I’m sorry Eddie.”

He shook his head. “You didn’t say anything I didn’t already know on some level. I’ve asked Bert if I could pick up more hours at work and Jeff thinks we’re close to getting paid gigs. I think…no, I know I want to stop.”

“Not because of me, right? Because I meant what I said-”

“No,” he surged forward, taking your hands in his. “I want to do it for me. You were right – I think I’ve kept myself back for long enough.”

“I’m glad,” you said, squeezing his hand.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he mumbled, eyes going back down. He played with your fingers, his index finger tracing the lines on your palm. “You said you didn’t want to be around me and I don’t know, I thought I’d fucked up. It took a year but I finally fucked up like I always thought I would.”

“Whoa, whoa, what,” you said, stopping him. “Eddie, we’re not breaking up?”

“We’re not?” The hope in his expression broke your heart.

Your mind worked overtime trying to remember if you’d indicated that. “Unless…you want to?” Your voice cracked and Eddie’s eyes widened.

“No! That’s not – definitely not. I just thought…after our fight, you didn’t want to see me anymore?”

Relief flooded through you. “Eddie it was a fight, everyone fights.”

His brows furrowed and you saw genuine confusion bleed into his eyes. “In my family, when you fight and people leave, they don’t come back. I don’t want us to break up. I swear, it won’t happen again. I just need a chance-”

“Hey. That’s not how we work okay? Sometimes I’ll need space. You’ll need space from me. It’s normal, Eddie look at me. I was leaving the moment - I wasn’t leaving you. Okay? I’m sorry that you ever thought I would,” your heart broke a little at the fact that he thought that’s how arguments ended, “I love you, Munson. A fight over stupid shit like white lies about college courses and internships are not strong enough to break us.”

His smile widened but you could still see the shadows in his face.

“If you leave, I will come after you,” you teased. “Until you tell me you don’t want me around, I will always follow where you go.”

“Really?” His voice started to return to its usual cadence.

“Eddie, you dove into lover’s lake and into a world you had no idea about just because you were following me,” you reached out for his arm, “you’ve literally followed me into a layer of hell. Why is it surprising that I would do the same for you?”

He shrugged.

You resisted the urge to sock him in frustration. “Do you know when the first time I realized I loved you was?”

“My mother’s death anniversary?”

You shook your head. “The first time we had sex,” you said, rolling your eyes as his lit up. “It’s a cliché, I know, but I was nervous and you made a stupid joke-”

“-hey, it made you laugh-”

“-and I just knew. I knew that you loved me too,” you said softly. “I knew you weren’t ready. We grew up very differently, and I’m sorry for not realizing sooner that that means we don’t process things the same way.”

“It’s not your fault,” Eddie added, inching closer to you. “I need to step up. I’m not used to people caring about me like this. I know we’ve been together for a while but…it still feels new to me.”

“That’s okay, we can learn together,” you said, stepping towards him, “I don’t know what I’m doing either Munson. I didn’t live in the same city as my first boyfriend.”

Eddie sighed and twisted one of his rings. “I have to ask,” he said, expression apologetic, “about the program.”

You felt a little flare light up within you but you stomped it into submission. Nodding, his eyes darted around nervously.

“Can you honestly look at me and tell me that I had no weight in that decision?” Eddie asked, expression twisting, as if he already knew the answer.

“No,” you said, not wanting to lie, “but-”

“I knew it!”

“Eddie, shut the hell up and let me speak,” you said, poking at his chest.

Eddie frowned but sat down on the sofa.

“Thank you,” you exhaled, “yes, okay? I admit that I didn’t want to go that far from Hawkins because I know you need to be here for your upcoming gigs and all the work you’ve put into the music scene here can’t go to waste. I know that.”

Pacing the length of the couch, you didn’t know how to explain this properly.

“You’re my boyfriend, Eddie, you’re more than that – you’re my best friend. I…you…”

Eddie opened his mouth and you shot him a glare. His jaw snapped shut and you pinched the bridge of your nose. You knew what you wanted to say but felt a little hesitant. You knew Eddie loved you – you’ve known that before he said it to you. You didn’t want to rush through this, rush him, but…

“You’re it for me, okay?” You said, annoyed for feeling cautious about saying it. “I love you so much and I know people say that your college boyfriend isn’t the one you settle down with but I don’t want to settle with you.”

“You don’t?” Emotions flashed across his face.

“No!” You said, frustrated. “I want to see the world with you, I want to build our family – even if that’s just me and you – I want to go to your gigs, I want to photograph things, I want to travel, I want to be with you always. Okay? You’re it for me.”

Eddie’s expression softened completely, his eyes on you.

“So, when you ask me when deciding if I should uproot my whole life for a single class in a school I haven’t been accepted to, where my scholarship does not apply, in a city I can’t afford, just to see if maybe it amounts to something – if you had any weight in that decision? Yes, you did. But not because you hinder me, I know we can make it through long distance. We made it through monsters, murder charges, and the Upside Down. Long distance for two years wouldn’t kill us.”

You ran a frustrated hand down your face.

“I love you so yes, every decision I make going forward is going involve you because I’m not just me anymore – we’re us,” you said, “but even then, I wouldn’t put my own ambitions on hold for you because that’s not how we work. Okay? If I had really, truly, wanted to go – despite not being able to afford it and frankly not wanting to – I would’ve made it work. But I didn’t. I was just trying to figure that out before I told you.”

Silence. You were breathing a little hard, amped up, and you shot him a look when he didn’t say anything.

“Can I speak now your majesty?” Eddie said, smile blossoming.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Your Majesty is how you address a queen, I’m your royal highness, thank you very much.”

Eddie’s arm tugged you to him, stumbling over your rug. “I know what I said,” he said before dropping his lips to yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I wasn’t trying to make the decision for you. I was just…panicking. My dad, he – totally eclipsed my mother and turned her into a shell of who she was. I never want you to give up anything for me. You deserve whatever you want.”

“I know that,” you said, softening, “I don’t want you to give up anything for me either. We’re not those people. We’re not two halves of a whole. We’re two whole people who choose each other. None of this fate bullshit. I choose you, okay?”

Eddie shook his head and pressed his lips to your forehead. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

You snorted. “I still annoy you when I click my pen when I study remember? And I’m never going to stop stealing your milkshake after I’m done with mine. I will always press my cold feet to your legs to get warm in the mornings. You have to love me despite that.”

“You could just order two milkshakes,” Eddie grumbled, “and wear socks to bed.”

“Yours tastes better and you radiate heat, it’s not nice not to share it.”

Eddie tried to hide his smile but you felt it anyway.

“I choose you too,” he said.

You grinned, watching his matching smile chase away the lingering darkness from his expression.

“I’m telling Steve and Robin you said I was your best friend,” Eddie teased.

“I will gut you,” you said sweetly. Eddie threw his head back and laughed. His shoulders dropped and he sunk into your touch. Yeah, you’d be okay. More than okay.

#eddie munson x reader

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 4 months

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2023 Writing Cross Stitch Round Up

Thank you for tagging me @ladytessa74 and @alrightbuckaroo

I'm pretty proud of my cross stitch journey this year! 20 finished pieces since April!

April

911 Lone Star- my first Lone Star cross stitch project, created with an image of the Lone Star logo and a free pattern generator I found online. It had been a couple years since I had done any cross stitching. Working on this one was a bit of a painful week because it involved the reestablishment of my stitching calluses on my fingers.

I'm a fireman, our codes are like...fire!- The first in a series where I took a quote from the show and went on Etsy to find a pattern for some kind of image that I thought worked well with the quote. At this point, I didn't have the confidence (or the software) to come up with my own more complex patterns.

Sure, ma'am, but just so you know, I am a homosexual-Still one of my favorites. However, it was early in my cross stitching journey, so when I look at it, a few major mistakes jump out at me. This is such an excellent quote that I think I want to do an improved version at some point.

Is the lizard back?-I did this one in honor of Lou II after I found a perfect bearded dragon pattern available on Etsy.

Firefighters, you really are a smug bunch-I really like this one. I found a firetruck pattern on Etsy and modified it a bit, including changing the number on it to 126.

May

I was peckish and I wanted pudding- This is a simple one, but I created the pattern myself. From the second I heard this line, I knew it had to be a cross stitch.

It absolutely wrecks people- Cow eyes. I like this one except for the fact that I took a horrible picture of it. I think I finished it at night and was so excited to post that I couldn't wait for daylight to get a brighter picture. It's always a struggle to get a picture that's bright enough but also doesn't have the shadow of my phone across it. Luckily, since then I've discovered the perfect place in my house to take cross stitch pictures, even at night!

Did you know that honeybees pollinate a third of our food supply?- I was originally going to have four little honeybees on this one, but the finale had just aired and I was dying to get going on my planned Tarlos vows project, so it ended up just getting one bee.

June

Working on stitching the vows.

July

Tarlos wedding vows- It took 7 weeks and a comically large hoop, but I got it done. I mapped out this pattern before I had pattern making software meaning I did it by hand with pencil and paper. Plotting out the words, making sure everything was centered, making sure it would all fit, etc was quite an ordeal!

Tarlos proposal- This was the first pattern I created with my new pattern making software and it's still one of my favorites. It's love ❤️

126 Firehouse- I was incredibly proud of myself for this one. It was the most elaborate pattern I had created on my own up until that point.

August

Typical TK- I really like this one but I didn't include the full quote for simplicity's sake (leaving out the "of course") and I kind of regret that now.

We make a pretty good team-This one did not turn out the way I saw it in my head, so there were moments that I kind of hated it. Ultimately, I'm ok with it.

September

Working on my elaborate tarloft dining area project.

October

You Have All of Me, Carlos-This is without a doubt my favorite thing I've ever made. It took about 6 weeks and is the most elaborate pattern I've created to date.

November

This is real- A quote from @ladytessa74's incredible fic for her birthday.

Tyler Kennedy Strand-My best attempt at capturing the essence of TK.

Lone Star Christmas Tree Ornaments-4 stitched ornaments for my Lone Star-themed Christmas tree.

Well, he's a wise ass- A piece in honor of my favorite wise ass.

Season 1 Tarlos- The first in my cute little Tarlos series. I love tiny TK and Carlos very much.

December

Season 2 Tarlos-Cute little Tarlos part 2.

I will have at least one more (and maybe two) still this month. Season 3 Tarlos will definitely be finished before the month is over, and depending on how much stitching time I have, I may even get Season 4 done.

No pressure tagging @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @birdclowns @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @strandnreyes @fitzherbertssmolder @reasonandfaithinharmony (gif round up?)

#lone star cross stitch

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sznofthesticks · 4 months

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BDAY ROADTRIP PLEEEEEEEASE

@ladytessa74 also asked about this one so i shall tag you here.

this is 100% self-indulgent with (US) football themes because I am terribly sad about my precious bengals having a terrible season, i am presenting you with this short snippet i wrote this evening because of @tailoredshirt's coaching to me about texas lore and the cultural phenomenon of Buc-ee's. (also i looked up pictures. IT'S HUGE. I HAD NO IDEA. IT'S LIKE BIGGER THAN ALOT OF GROCERY STORES IN MY TINY LITTLE TOWN. I GUESS EVERYTHING IS BIGGER IN TEXAS).

this is freshly written and unedited so here we go:

Carlos was making bets with himself in his head about how long it would take until TK fell asleep on this road trip. It would be about three and a half hours depending on traffic. He bets that TK will fall asleep within the first hour. He loved TK with all his heart, but that man cannot drive. He can’t blame him, most people who live and grow up in Manhattan don’t or rarely drive, but my god. Being a passenger when TK is driving is downright terrifying. He will happily always be TK’s driver.

They’d been driving for about an hour at this point and the Camaro’s gas tank was just above ¼ of a tank and he never let it go below that, so he decided to start scoping out for somewhere to stop. He put gas stations into his GPS and knew exactly where to stop and couldn’t wait to take TK in.

“Babe, wake up.” Carlos whispered as he nudged TK. "I had to stop for gas but I need you to come in with me.”

TK gave Carlos a perplexed look. “Why? It’s a gas station…?”

“TK, it’s more than a gas station. Trust me. You have to see inside.” Carlos grabbed his husband’s hand and shut the car door behind him.

TK couldn’t believe what was before his eyes as he walked in and Carlos couldn’t help but have the biggest and most smug grin on his face.

wip tag game

#wip tag game #tarlos fic #lemonlyman-dotcom

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herefortarlos · 5 months

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Seven (Eight?) Sentence Sunday

Late in the day, but I promised myself and a few people that I would have something for today's seven sentence Sunday!! Thank you for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo and for the motivation @welcometololaland and @heartstringsduet! I will strive to include more plot next time, but enjoy what I have today 🥰.

Carlos lets out a breathy laugh, “Are you that close already, babe? I’m not finished with you yet.” He punctuates the statement by clenching around TK’s cock, causing them both to throw their heads back, with TK pushing his feet against the bed and thrusting up into Carlos more to chase the pleasure.

Carlos has such a smug grin on his face and looks so pleased with himself. TK can feel himself getting harder inside of his husband just from looking at him. He’s breathtaking and the most beautiful being TK has ever laid eyes on. Carlos’ curls are sweaty and in disarray as they gently bounce from his movements and fall over his forehead.

Carlos closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip between his teeth, once again focusing on lifting himself up and down on TK's cock. TK loves that he can do this for Carlos, giving him a chance to empty his mind of everything else and get lost in the feeling of being full of only his husband.

Open tag for everyone that happens to see this and wants to share something they're working on!! ❤️

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Winner Takes It All || Fourteen: She’s Moved On

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: The new Valentina is out to play, but Charles realises it might be too late for him.

Warnings: I don’t think there is any

A/N I might go hide behind a rock for this part 🫣

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Five races had passed and with each one I was finding my feet, apart from my first race I was now finishing on the podiums and had caused a storm within the world of F1. My fan base had practically doubled overnight just like the news of my past had fizzled out.

Stepping out of the rental car the Miami heat attacked my skin, it was only around 29 degrees c but due to spending a lot of time in the UK I wasn’t used to these temperatures any more, instantly I could feel the beads of sweat form against my skin causing me to groan, I never did well with heat so to say I wasn’t looking forward to the race this weekend was an understatement.

Shaking the thoughts from my mind I double checked the car was locked before I started to make my way into the crisp white building that was the location of the second shoot of the week, this time for Chanel. I couldn’t help but laugh at how the two shoots I had with my new sponsors were the complete polar opposites of each other.

Before I could take more than five steps Hudson came strolling out of the with that famous smirk on his face.

“Knew you’d be late, sweetheart.” He chuckled, pulling me into a hug.

“I’m not late.” I pouted, pushing him off me.

“V the shoot started fifteen minutes ago.” He hummed, resting his arm around my shoulder guiding me into the building. “Luckily I managed to sweet talk them.”

“Of course you did.” I laughed, rolling my eyes at his comment. “What are you doing here anyway? Didn’t realise we were on any more shoots together?”

“Well my sweet angel, the moment Chanel caught a glimpse of our Harley shoot they practically begged me to join you on this shoot.”

I could practically feed the smugness dripping from his words as he spoke. He was everything Charles wasn’t, if I had to describe Hudson in one phrase it would have been bad boy.

“You are so full of yourself you know that right?” I asked, looking up at him cocking my brow. “You know this shoot is for their new perfume seduction right?”

“Why do you think I sweet talked them into letting me onto the shoot with you.” He grinned, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. “Look how hot the Harley shoot turned out, just imagine what we can do for this one.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charles arrive with Carlos and for the first time in a while I realised that I didn’t want to burst into tears when I looked at Charles. This was a breakthrough for me ever since I decided the old Valentina was basically dead. I had noticed things were getting easier and this just proved it.

I could feel Charles gaze burning into my soul as he spotted me with Hudson, ignoring the feeling I turned my attention back to Hudson.

“Let’s get this shoot over with yeah?” I grinned, wrapping my arm around his waist as we walked into the building.

“Everything okay?” He whispered, looking behind us noticing Charles staring. “Is that the ex you told me about?”

“Yup,” I said coldly, letting the door slam behind us. “But he is my past so whatever.” I shrugged, keeping my focus on the six foot blonde that was by my side.

It was time I finally moved on. “I’ve got other things to focus on.”

“Come on then angel, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting any longer than they already have been.” Hudson laughed, leaning against the wall as he pressed the button for the elevator a million times.

Taking a deep breath I mentally prepared myself for the question I needed to ask him. Some things still felt extremely awkward, I hadn’t dated since Charles and even though this wasn’t technically a date I still felt my stomach churn from nerves.

“Ho bisogno di chiederti qualcosa e tu puoi dire di no, non mi offendo.” I babbled as we waited for the elevator to take us to the penthouse for the shoot.

“Sweetheart, I don’t speak Italian.” Hudson laughed, raising his brow at me. “I don’t have a fucking clue what you just said to me.”

“Oh shit, forgot you only know English.” I smirked, tightening my pony tail.

“Just because you know three languages.” He winked.

“Anyway, what I said was I need to ask you something and you can say no, I won't be offended.” I smiled, trying to block out the sound of Charles and Carlos entering the building.

“Ask away, beautiful.” He smiled, waving his hand signalling me to get into the elevator first.

“So I have a thing tonight, a work thing and I need to bring a plus one.” I mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear that had slipped from my hair tie. “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I don’t know who else to ask and don’t wanna be the only one to turn up without a plus one.”

The smile on Hudson’s face grew wide as he planted his large hands on my hips pulling me closer to his solid body, I didn’t miss his eyes dipping to my lips before looking over my shoulder, knowing full well Charles would be watching but I brushed that off, I was done moping over him and if Hudson was trying to make Charles jealous that was nothing to do with me.

“You are so cute when you get embarrassed.” He breathed, turning his attention back to me. “Of course I will be your plus one tonight but there is a condition to me attending.”

Raising my brow at him I watched his smile turn into a smirk. “And what would that be?”

“You let me take you out on a proper date.” He hummed, holding me closer to his body.

Taking a moment to take in what he said, letting out a shaky breath I quickly thought about if I was ready to start dating again. I had spent the last month trying to move on from Charles but I could never find it in me to go on a date until now.

“Deal.” I winked, pressing my hands against his chest as the doors closed.

We had now been here for around an hour, we had both been with the stylist for that time and the moment I glanced into the mirror I was amazed. I couldn’t lie that the makeup and stylist team had done an amazing job and I looked hot even if I said so myself.

But the moment I walked out onto the set of makeshift bedrooms my jaw dropped at the sight of Hudson. His team kept his outfit simple but goddamn effective, the tight black jeans hugged his legs and ass perfectly, the crisp white T-shirt clung to his pecs and abs.

“Sweetheart,” Hudson hummed, taking a few large strides across the small set, wrapping his arms around my waist. He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. “You do realise you are staring.”

“Have you seen yourself?” I giggled, raising my brow at him.

“I can say the same thing about you.” He smirked, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

He was nothing like Charles but maybe that was a good thing, mentally I scolded myself for even thinking that. Pushing all thoughts of Charles from my mind I changed my focus onto Hudson.

The hours quickly passed and there was no denying that this shoot wasn’t hot, just like the Harley Davidson shoot. There was a connection between us, one that I couldn’t explain and I knew the company was lapping it up to create the perfect ad for the perfume.

Over the course of the day a shit ton of pictures were taken of you and Hudson in extremely intimate positions but my favourite had to be the the one where he was under the large window with me straddling him with one hand tangled in his blonde hair and the other resting on his neck.

There was something about this picture that screamed out to me, everything about it was perfect and encapsulated what the company was going for, it was innocent and sexy, the perfect combination.

“So sweetheart,” Hudson hummed, resting his head on my shoulder. “I know my favourite, which one is yours.”

“That one.” I smiled, pointing at picture that I thought should be the ad. “That’s my favourite.”

“Mine too.” He whispered before pressing a kiss against my cheek. “Now what do you say we go grab a coffee before we get ready before your work event.”

Charles’ POV

I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t expect to see Vali at the same place as mine and Carlos’ shoot was being held. The moment I saw her I wanted nothing more than to run over to her but as soon as I saw her in the arms of another man I felt my heart shatter.

Over the last month Vali had shut me out completely and I had no idea why, I thought we were good but obviously not. It wasn’t like I was expecting her to stay single but I always had that hope we would get back together, it was stupid but it was true.

All day the image of them wrapped up in each other arms in the elevator was burned into my mind, especially when the mystery guy stared right at me like he knew what he was doing.

“You need to hurry up otherwise we are gonna be late.” Pierre shouted as he barged into my room.

Looking up from the floor I shrugged at him, I didn’t care, I wasn’t feeling up for a party tonight, not after what I had seen today.

“What’s the point?” I sighed, running my hands over my face.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” He said lowering his tone, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. “You were looking forward to the gala tonight.”

“I saw Vali today.” I admitted.

“And you will see her tonight as well.” Pierre chuckled, with a confused look on his face.

“You don’t get it, she was with another man.” I sighed, trying to break down in tears. “A six foot blonde model.”

“That will be Hudson.” Pierre nodded.

“You know him?”

“I met him on Vali’s shoot for Harley Davidson the other week.” He admitted the look on his face confirmed my fears until he spoke again. “There’s nothing going on between them, they are just working together.”

I could help but scoff at his statement, he obviously didn’t know the truth. “It didn’t look like a working relationship from where I was standing, they looked extremely cosy.”

Pierre let out a heavy sigh, slapping his hand down on my shoulder. “Come on, you need to get ready.”

“Fine.” I huffed, pushing myself to my feet, grabbing my suit bag and disappearing into the bathroom.

The moment I was alone I found tears burning my eyes at the thought of Valentina with another man. I didn’t know I had a jealous side but no one had ever come close to Vali. I didn’t know if she was dating someone else but the thought of her doing so caused my chest to constrict.

The entire time I was getting ready the pit that was deep in my stomach was growing, the sound of an Instagram notification pulled me from my thoughts.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw Vali’s Instagram name flash up on my screen. Yes I had notifications turned on for her and I wasn’t embarrassed about it. Turning my attention to my phone, opening up the app to instantly regret doing so.

The image that was staring back at me made my stomach churn and it confirmed my fear that her and this Hudson dude were more than friends.

I knew I had been staring at the photo for far too long when Pierre walked into the bathroom, sighing as he found me standing there with my shirt hanging on my shoulders still unbuttoned staring at my phone screen.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry man.” He said softly.

“Not like I deserve her back anyway.” I scoffed, locking my phone before tossing it down on the counter not caring if I damaged the device. “I mean she stopped talking to me, she shut me out just when I thought I was on the path of making things up to her.”

“Tu sais comment elle est. You know how she is.” Pierre hummed, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Just give her time and she will come round.”

Silently nodding at him I continued to get ready for the stupid gala, my mind drifting back to the post and a small smile crossed my lips as I realised she misspelt gala, meaning that she was already a little bit tipsy.

All I knew for sure was this was going to be a long night.

The moment Valentina and Hudson walked into the room it was like someone had squeezed all the air out of my lungs, she looked absolutely phenomenal. The black dress hugged her body perfectly like it was made to her measurements.

Pulling my beer bottle to my lips I dragged my gaze away from her, I couldn’t bear to see her with someone else but I had made my bed and now I had to lie in it.

As they made their way across the room I tried my best to calm my heart rate but it was no use. The sight of her was driving me wild.

“Sup, losers.” She giggled, keeping her arm planted around Hudson’s waist to stabilise her.

“Combien avez-vous bu ? How much did you drink?” I asked, raising my brow at her.

“Urm,” she said pouting with a slightly puzzled look on her face which was just adorable. “About half a bottle of champagne.” She grinned with a shrug.

“Just don’t drink so much you throw up this time.” Pierre laughed, pulling her into a tight hug.

From where I was standing I could see him whisper something to her causing her to frown and shake her head at him.

“Okay so this is Pierre, who you’ve met before, Josh, Lorenzo, Charles, Carlos and Lewis.” She beamed, pointing at each of us. “Hudson meet everyone and everyone meet Hudson.”

I hung back for a moment whilst everyone greeted him, my chest growing tighter with each moment as I basically watched from the sidelines. The look she was giving Hudson broke my heart even more knowing she used to look me the same way before I totally fucked everything up.

It was official, I had lost all hope of winning her heart back.

She had moved on.

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