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My Sweet Valentine - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots
Summary: Delayed in planning Valentine's Day, you and Wanda try to do something together. The spider routine ends up getting in the way, but that doesn't mean the date was lost.
Warnings: (+18) bottom!wanda, enchanted strap, creampie, fingering, dry humping, very fluff and domestic, established relationship, both r and w are briefly specified to be introverted. | Words: 3.206k
A/N-> I had this idea while I was rewatching Sound!Euphonium, I didn't catch the relation to it but I ended up writing this on my phone again so forgive me if there are spelling mistakes. It's always great writing Spider!Reader, I hope you enjoy it.
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To plan Valentine's Day with your girlfriend should be an easy thing.
But for two Avengers who happen to be the most introverted antisocial people on earth - and those were Natasha's Romanoff words, not yours - the task could be really hard.
But it was you and Wanda's first Valentine's Day as a couple and you were really late on schedule.
While Natasha planned to have the most incredible and romantic trip to Greece with Maria and Tony and Pepper made reservations at some exclusive fancy Italian restaurant, you and Wanda were side to side laying on your apartment carpet. Trying to decide what you could do together by reading some flyers that were spread around the floor.
Wanda had one of the fancy restaurants in her hands when she suggested: “How about dinner?”
You gaze at the restaurant propaganda, recognizing the name and the building from your little web-swinging adventures.
“The Geller’s is nice but it will be really crowded during Valentine's. And we both hate when places are too full.” You reason, receiving an agreement sound. “Maybe we can ask for takeout?”
Wanda chuckles. “On Valentine's Day? Every place will mess up our orders, I'm sure of it. Places are normally understaffed, ordering food on holidays is like asking for them to mess up your food.”
You sigh deeply. “Yeah, you're totally right. So, maybe I can cook?”
She smiles. “We are going for food poisoning then, huh?” She teases making you chuckle with an expression of false offense. You playfully bumped your shoulder on hers but you don't move away after. The touch is warm and nice. “You cook then.”
“Yeah, but is not like we would find any free spots anywhere. We delay this way too much.” She mutters without sounding really upset. Her words were true, you both have been dancing around this date for almost three months now ever since Tony showed everyone his and Pepper's reservations. But neither of you was that anxious to be locked with another hundred couples in some loud restaurant with extra expensive and not-that-good food.
The restaurants were not the only thing discarded - Yelena and Kate's idea of a date, and band concerts were also politely declined. Mostly because neither you nor Wanda felt like facing a whole weekend of poor public hygiene and the crazy routine of musical festivals while babysitting Natasha's little sister who would definitely get really drunk with her girlfriend.
Steve was the one who suggested the most quiet and family thing, a road trip to the countryside. But since he was going with Bucky and you and Wanda didn't wish to be traumatized by their physical display of affection, their invitation was also declined.
Back on the floor of your apartment, you helped Wanda with the papers around the floor.
You were worried she would be upset about the lack of plans - even Sam with his eternal bachelor status was having a date night with some old colleague from the army. You worried that Wanda might think you're not excited to spend time with her when it is pretty much the opposite of it.
“You know, we don't really have to do anything just because everyone is doing.” You start, hands ready to catch the papers she's bringing. “We could just watch a movie.”
Wanda smiles, the papers are put in your hands but she doesn't move hers away.
“If you brought wine it would be like any other date night.”
“That's not a bad thing, right?” You retort immediately, eyes anxious towards hers. She frowns, a confused chuckle escaping her.
“No, I mean… you think that too right?”
You shrug; “I just want to spend Valentine's and any other day with you, Wands. What we are doing doesn't matter much.”
She smiles, coming closer to kiss you on the lips. But the kiss is quicker than you wished. One of her hands caresses your cheek as she speaks:
“Good to know, darling, 'cause I'll be watching you do the dishes tonight.”
You chuckle, rolling her eyes at her teasing but pouting when she escapes your attempt at a second kiss.
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Valentine's Day is unfortunately a busy day for the spider.
It was true that you and Wanda didn't plan anything big but you wanted to bring her some flowers and her favorite chocolate but after fighting another dressed-up lunatic at the city hall and avoiding three different catastrophes, anything inside your backpack was definitely destroyed.
You swing back into your apartment with the mess of your gifts dripping to the floor. The wine bottle broke and soaked the chocolate and the poor flowers. Bye-bye to any college homework you forgot there.
Throwing the item at the sink, your body towards the couch was the second thing you threw.
And against the soft pillows the day tiredness caught up at you. With the thought that you would rest your eyes for five minutes, you woke up hours later with the door locked.
Wanda's angry arrival was also an efficient clock.
“God, what is wrong with you? I've been calling you all day!” She slammed the door behind her, and the next second the day's newspaper was thrown at you. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? We have talked about this! You can't just fight some three-sized villain and vanish without a word! I thought-” But she stops herself, taking a deep breath when her voice cracks. You feel so terrible sorry. You know very well that Wanda has lost enough people for the whole ghosting thing to be too hard on her. Intentional or not.
You get up. “Hey, I'm so sorry Wands, my phone broke and I came right here and closed my eyes for like two seconds. I'm sorry.” But Wanda shook her head, covering her eyes for a moment. She was not even that mad at you, it was clearly an accident that you forgot to call. But she has been so nervous all day worried about you that she needed a minute. Suddenly, she catches a glimpse of the wine-soaked flowers at the kitchen counter and frowns. “What is that?”
The slight indignation about the mess of an apartment you both worked hard to keep clean vanished the second she realized those were gifts.
You fixed your hair awkwardly. “Hm, I was trying to make a romantic gesture. But I forgot I'm always on some freak radar.”
Wanda's hands reached for the flowers and as gentle as her touch, her magic flowed from her fingers to take all the wine away. In no time, the petals were as beautiful and healthy as when you brought it.
“This is really not fair, darling.” She starts, moving to check the rest of the gifts. “You made it to the front page and I have every right to be mad you didn't call through the suit to let me know you're alive.” You wanted to mutter that you're still getting used to the new suit and its high-tech functions, but Wanda is turning at you again with crossed arms.
“It’s not fair, how hard you're making to stay mad at you.”
You gave her a lopsided smile. “So, you like the chocolate that much, huh?”
She rolled her eyes, trying to contain her smile. “Why don't you go shower while I make dinner? There's grease from Rino's suit all over your face.”
You click with your tongue, swinging a little. “Let me guess, you not joining me at the shower is my punishment for not calling through the suit?”
She finally let that smile escape. “Clever girl.”
You chuckle to yourself before nodding and heading to the bathroom.
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Forgotten dinner plates at the living room table when Wanda reached the chocolate box. She shared them with you during the sitcom marathon you too were doing but after finding yourself hypnotized by her laugh for the fourth time in a row, you gave up eating at all.
The last chocolate was put away when she caught you staring.
“What?”
“What what?” You retort with a chuckle, having some pride over the soft blush of her cheeks.
“You were staring.” She says then, drifting her gaze from the TV to you with some resistance. You know her enough that it's because Wanda is terrible at hiding her own shyness under your loving glance. She always was.
“Can you blame me?” Your teasing just makes her blush more. You just decide to make it worse. “You're simply too charming not to be looked at. So gorgeous, so pretty. I feel so lucky.”
“Stop it.” She giggles with rosy cheeks at your praise. But despite her words, she opens her arms as an invitation for you to come closer. You practically jump from your spot - a few centimeters from her since your last trip to the kitchen to grab sodas - and greet the warmth of her embrace.
Wanda hugs your body while you melt into her, the soft caress on your spine being more than enough to bring back your interrupted slumber that evening. But somehow you manage to stay wide awake, perhaps because the way you press your face into her boobs makes her giggle and playfully tug at your hair, which happens to have a completely different effect on you.
Her body tenses up a little when your lips start sucking at her collarbone, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. You suddenly recall that it has been some time, a week maybe two since you had enough free time to be this close.
Your lovely girlfriend probably missed you as much as you missed her.
The soft sucking turns into something more determined, then into a bite and a licking that turns Wanda into a panting mess. She grows restless under you, fingers tugging at your hair with some guidance towards your movements in her neck until finally, your mouth meets her again.
Hot open-mouthed kisses before softer ones. You kiss and she kisses you back until all of your clothes are disheveled around your bodies and she looks up at you with pleading eyes and slightly open lips. Begging for more.
“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” You suggest inches from her lips but she shakes her head, fingers dancing under your shirt.
“You can have me right here.” She whispers back, stealing all your coherent thoughts for a second.
Your hands are shaking a bit with eagerness when you pull at your clothes, with Wanda's help they are off in no time. Her chest heaves when you take her top off and Wanda stares back while you can't seem to be able to look away from her tits.
“You good there?” She teases you breathlessly when your lack of action lingers. You chuckle, hands at her sides.
“Yeah, just give me a minute.” You retort managing an affectionate roll of eyes from her.
“You're such a dork.” She giggles but purposely lifts her chest in your direction, making you swallow hard. When you don't take the bait immediately, she sighs. “I would love for you to more than stare, detka.”
You groan, hovering over her. “Well, your wish is my command, madam” You reply, leaning down to capture her lips. Teasing Wanda with soft bites on her lower lip every time you break the kiss before starting another turns her into a needy mess under you. She gets impatient very quickly and brings her hands to your cheeks, pulling you down with determination. Her tongue takes the lead in a heated kiss that takes all the air out of your lungs.
Panting against her mouth while trying to match the intensity of her demand, you let your hands grope around her body towards her chest, effectively taking the lead again when you start playing with her hardened nipples and Wanda loses her ability to kiss you back.
When she whimpers into your mouth, her hips restless while your fingers pinch her cute tits, you chuckle. “Ah, is there something you want, baby?”
She struggles to speak firmly. "I need you to stop teasing and fuck me." You grunt at her answer. You would have obeyed immediately if you hadn't been able to feel Wanda shaking. She gasps as you adjust, your knee finding her middle and giving her something to grind against as you resume your actions on her breasts. She throws her head back, biting her lip hard as her hips move almost of their own accord.
It's a hot mess, her first orgasm of the night. You didn't even have to take off all her clothes. When Wanda shivers terribly, and you feel the wetness against your knee, you bite down at her tit and that makes her let out a muffled scream.
Wanda is panting and her face is very flushed when you look at her again, her expression satisfied after an intense orgasm.
You hum happily, moving your hands down as you tilt your face to kiss her on the lips. She gasps into your mouth when she feels your fingers draw a path through her ruined panties.
"You made such a mess, sweetheart." You whisper between one kiss and another, two digits pushing gently without even removing her underwear. Wanda arches toward you, squeezing your shoulders for something to hold on to. Her green eyes are completely dilated now and you love how they display a vulnerable begging. Pulling your fingers out again, you let your thumb draw circles on her covered clit and enjoy the way her thighs tremble around you. "Tell me what you want, Wanda."
She has a little difficulty responding while feeling you teasing her, but despite noticing her heartbeat against your fingertips, you don't interrupt your movements. If anything, they become even more determined. Wanda pants, hips trying to match the rhythm of your fingers.
"C-can we use the strap tonight?" She manages out of breath. "I like feeling you come inside me."
Your witch girlfriend's favorite toy is somewhere in the room, and given the busy schedule of two superheroes, it wasn't used as often as you would like. Wanda has barely suggested, and you're already nodding, panting aroused just imagining yourself stretching Wanda again.
But suddenly your fingers push the fabric out of the way, and you sink inside her without warning, ripping a moan from her throat.
"Give me one more first." You demand, watching as Wanda nods in near desperation, brow furrowed at her rapidly building orgasm. Your rhythm is brutal, and she squeezes and squeezes until you can barely push your fingers inside her. You bring your free hand to one of her thighs, forcing her open as you adjust to improve your reach. Wanda sees stars. She lets go of your shoulders to grab the cushions and ends up destroying half of them with magical expelling when she finally falls over the edge.
An impressed chuckle escapes you at the scene. You're usually the one responsible for destroying things with your spider strength - It's always nice to see Wanda lose some of the control she's fought so hard to have.
Kissing her softly, you feel her smile in some exhaustion. She needs a few seconds, so you pull out your fingers and suck them clean while green eyes watch you from below. Wanda wants to kiss you again, but you adjust to carry her on your lap, and after two orgasms in a row, she won't contradict you.
She feels the soft blankets against her back a moment later and relaxes fully into the bed as you move around the room working to find and put on the strap. It doesn't take more than two minutes, yet Wanda sighs impatiently before letting her hands roam her own body, pinching her breasts and teasing downwards. She bites her lip at the soaked state she finds herself in, tentatively collecting some of that moisture before hearing a husky laugh that makes her look up.
"You don't have to play alone, I'm right here." You let her know softly, but Wanda swallows at the sight of your naked figure and the enchanted hardness between your legs. Of all the things she learned to do, that honestly has to be her best spell. One of your hands grabs the silicone, instinctively or not, imitating the masturbation gesture that Wanda is making and she shudders to the tips of her toes, her body on fire. Her hand moves out of her panties immediately, raising it into the air in a beckoning gesture. You don't need to be told twice.
It's a breathless kiss when you reach her face again, equally eager to feel each other, there's a little war of pushing and pulling until Wanda feels completely pressed into the bed, the strap rubbing against her entrance.
You pull away when she whimpers - It's just to pull down her panties, and Wanda kicks the item away as you climb back up. Your mouth finds hers again so that when you align the strap and sink into her, you can swallow her moans.
The stretch is slow and careful, very different from the breathless way you were making out a few minutes ago. Wanda lets her nails dig into your lower back as you fight the urge to be rougher.
She gets used to the size very quickly, the creaminess of her previous orgasms making an obscene sound that makes her ears redden. You break the kiss to ask if she's ready and the only response you get is a determined throw of her hips up that registers her impatience.
In all quickies, you're always rough. Desperate to feel her, because you miss Wanda as much as she misses you, and in the rush, there's no time to prolong moments like this. But it's the first time in many months that you're relaxed, and you can thrust slowly and sensually inside Wanda, letting her feel every movement of your cock inside her warm walls as you kiss her and whisper praises in her ear.
Heat is spread under your skin, and sweat accumulates with the slow stimulation. You feel closer each time you sink inside her, and when Wanda starts whimpering in your ear, it feels like an impossible task to hold it.
"You're close?" You pant, hips starting to buckle. "I don't think… I can hold it anymore... Wands-" You choke, letting your face fall against her collarbone. The knot in your abdomen explodes without warning, and you moan deeply as you spill yourself inside Wanda, the enchanted strap vibrating inside her. It turns out that feeling you come was the push she needed, and Wanda sobs as she feels the blinding pleasure hit her, following you into climax a second later.
For a moment, all that can be heard in that room are your breathless sighs until your hoarse and satisfied chuckles emerge.
You remain inside her when you adjust so that you rest your elbows on the mattress and see her face.
"Hey, little witch."
She pushes back her sweaty hair with one hand, the other moving to rest on your neck. "Hey, spider."
Your nose brushes against hers. "I think we nailed Valentine's Day."
She giggles before pulling you for a kiss.
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Godfather trilogy on repeat.
#getting in touch with my Italian side the only way i can now#that side of the family is a true clusterfuck#such a shame#rip nana you deserved better#personal
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Jealous reader?
No need to worry, I'm yours
She kept touching him ... and here I was sitting in the car watching it all happen right in front of my eyes.
I knew it would be hard dating someone with so many girl fans who wanted all of his attention all the time. It was the fact that Pablo gave them the bare minimum and always fully focused on me.
Today I had a bad day so seeing this was the breaking point and we fought inside our hotel room. I flew with him for his away game and all I wanted was more of his attention meanwhile he was very stressed and didn't know what he did to cause my cold behavior.
"I'll take you to dinner later ..." he said after packing for his training session but I didn't reply keep 'reading' my book in bed.
"She's driving me insane with these silent treatments, hermano!" Gavi was talking to Fermin while they waled together clearly not in the mood for anything right now.
"It's girls, their way to show us something is wrong ..." Fermin answered tapping Pablo's shoulder in reassurance.
"I don't know what is wrong! Why can't she just tell me? I did nothing freaking wrong!" Gavi said tossing his bag on the rack and starting to get ready.
I was in the shower when Pablo came back having my dress already chosen on the bed and he smirked touching the red silk. He really just wanted this stupid argument to end.
"I found this Italian place ..." Pablo said while I walked in taking the dress and walking to closet to wear it. I already cooled down but the way he was looking at me drove me insane.
"Amor ... can we stop?" he walked in noticing the way I struggled with zipper so he took over resting his hands around my waist after finishing.
"What did I do? " he whispered moving my hair to the side and starting to leave kisses down my neck. I really liked the sudden attention so I pulled away just to see what he does.
"Basta nena!" he growled grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him and I bit my lower lip feeling him hard underneath his pants. God this man was driving me mad!
"Hm you'll leave a mark Pablito ..." I say shyly feeling his hold tighten on my waist while he smirked resting his chin on my shoulder again.
"Good ... you're mine nenita" he said sucking in a prominent mark on my neck and I fought an urge to moan loudly.
"Now tell me what got my girl mad at me, huh? Tell your Pablito, nena" he said turning me around so that I was facing him and he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"You were talking to her for so long ..." I whisper and he took a moment to think before realizing what I was talking about now.
"With a fan? Aii nena are you un poco celosita, mi amor??" he pinched my cheeks and I immediately denied it. Well obviously!
"Zero celos! It's fine, whatever!" I try pulling away from Pablo but he pushed me into a corner of our closer and trapped me there against the wall.
"Hmm I like it princesa ...but hear me when I tell you, I'm obsessed with you ...and nobody else even crosses my mind. I promise, bueno?" he said in reassuring tone and I just nod still a little unsure cause the girl was really pretty. Pablo raised my chin gently caressing my cheek.
"Yo te amo, princesita ...only you" he said and it took me a little by surprise cause Pablo was never direct like this before. He really just said I love you like it was nothing straight to my face... this boy is special for sure.
"Yo tambien te amo Pablito ..." I say with blushed cheeks while he still held my face in his big hands and we looked into each other's eyes.
"Then there is no need to worry about mi amor, I'm yours bueno?" he said leaving small kisses on my cheeks while I slowly smiled again and he did as well glad I was talking to him again.
"Bueno ..." I said shyly but he wanted me to sound completely certain so he didn't let me go yet.
"Look into my eyes and say it loud and clear. Say, you're mine Pablo Gavi!" he said and I blushed looking back into those warm chocolate brown orbs.
"You're mine Pablo Gavi!" I said and he smirked nodding his head and kissing my lips passionately while his hands went underneath my dress grazing my legs.
"Hmmm yes I am baby, and you're all mine too!" he said kissing my neck and I moaned nodding my head while throwing it back in response.
"We still have our dinner reservation, but later ...I wanna hear more of those sweet moans of yours ...me vuelves loco amor" he said and I smile nodding my head asking him to zip my dress up fully and he does so as we finish getting ready for dinner.
pablogavi
All yours princesa👸🏻💗
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as you would assume all alessia x reader 😭
getting into a fight with alessia, would she be stubborn or very apologetic
alessia not being able to sleep without physical touch, but you can't sleep because you're too hot
being up late studying but alessia is tired from training and just wants to cuddle up but you really can't yet
taking care of her after a rough day
you don't need to post this one, just a couple ideas :]
couldn't fit all of these into one blurb but did a lil clingy gf less moment bc we love a touch starved blondie
touch starved II a.russo
"i can clean up later baby you look shattered, please go to bed." you tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind your girlfriends ear, no denying you were positively infatuated with the striker.
"only if you come with me." alessia demanded with a pout, balling your top in her fists and tugging your body closer, your arms wrapping around her and playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, the italian a good half a foot taller than you.
"i'll be in later i have to finish this paper, its due by midnight." you bit your lip guiltily, admittedly having procrastinated your uni assignment just a little too long. "are you gonna be in the living room?" the blonde asked hopefully, assuming she could then at least lay down beside you as you worked.
"office, i need the scanner and printer." you shook your head, stomach lurching with guilt as the girls face visibly dropped at the answer she had hoped against hearing. "tomorrows my rest day i'll just stay up and wait for you, watch some more of my show." alessia decided, unwrapping herself from you and heading for the lounge.
"less you've been up since like four in the morning, just go to bed." you smiled at the stubborn nature of the older girl who shook her head, curling up into a ball on the lounge and flicking on the tv.
"i can't sleep without you there." alessia frowned and your heart melted at her words. "yes you can, you manage it on away games and camps." you smiled, cupping her face and tracing the frown lines on her forehead, smoothing them out with your thumbs.
"that's different!" alessia protested, though she visibly struggled in trying to explain how.
"fine but don't fall asleep in here, you'll hurt your neck again!" you cut in to save her further struggle and warned seriously as the striker rolled her eyes. you bent down to peck her lips before padding off to your office, which was really just the third bedroom of your shared flat. alessia often needing a quiet neutral space to do her media duties you'd both deemed it a more appropriate use of the space since you already had a guest bedroom set up.
around an hour and a half later you were tracking along well, you had another two hours until your paper was due and you were already halfway done.
craving something sweet to help your motivation levels you made your way toward the kitchen, though glancing over at the lounge you sighed noting the now dead asleep mop of blonde hair still curled up in a ball.
switching routes you made a beeline for your girlfriend, squatting down beside her and gently poking at the blonde who groaned and turned around to her other side as you turned off the tv.
"babe please go to bed!" you requested while shaking her as her bright blue eyes sleepily fluttered open and she stretched, the slight wince on her face as she moved her neck not going unnoticed by you.
"told you your neck would hurt you idiot." you remanded with a shake of your head, standing and offering her a hand up, a mistake on your behalf as the girl interlocked your fingers but instead pulled you to fall on top of her, long limbs wrapping tightly around you.
"alessia!" you laughed trying to squirm out of her grip but with the taller girls build much more muscular than your own, there really wasn't a point. "don't leave me i miss you, i haven't seen you all day." she mumbled into your shoulder as you rolled your eyes playfully.
"you were only at training for a few hours, we just had dinner together and i'm right here!" you rewarded her neediness with a kiss, alessia's large hands making their way under your top and caressing your bare back. her perfectly manicured nails gently scratched against your skin and your eyes fluttered closed in relief, a sense of calm settling over you, you could happily melt into the girl and never get up again.
but unfortunately you knew this was an option not available for the taking.
"do you not love me?" you asked rhetorically, snapping the half asleep girl to attention as she scoffed. "of course i do what sort of a question is that?" she accused only hugging you tighter as she pushed her legs to slot inbetween your own, your body now well and truly trapped in her iron clad grip.
"loving partners let their girlfriends do their assignments and further their education, do you not want to be able to brag that your girlfriends a fully qualified physiotherapist?" you challenged, admittedly now becoming quite uncomfortable in her grip, it was peak summer and without the luxury of air conditioning you were beginning to get quite hot tucked in so close together.
"actually no because then everyone's going to want your hands on them. don't pretend like you haven't already promised half the girls free massages and adjustments once you graduate!" alessia quipped, though the pride and adoration in her eyes betrayed the playful sarcasm of her statement.
"yeah these magic healers will sadly no longer only belong to you!" you grinned wiggling your hands in her face as she rolled her eyes and playfully bit the tip of your index finger, you flicking at her nose in retaliation.
"but seriously i need to finish my paper and though you are the hottest girl on the planet right now you are actually the hottest girl on the planet, i'm melting!" you whined, alessia allowing you to pull her hands off and untangling her legs from yours.
"go to bed my love, i'll be there in like an hour once i finish." you assured, alessia nodding with a defeated sigh as the two of you stood, exchanging a lingering hug and a goodnight kiss before you parted ways.
alessia headed off to the bathroom to get ready for bed and you back to the office, though not before a quick detour to the kitchen for something sweet.
"if you're not beside me in an hour i'm coming to get you!" alessia yelled from the bedroom before you heard a loud squeak and a thud which would have been the blonde belly flopping onto the mattress as she did every night, normally on top of you.
smiling at her words you zoned back into your paper, eyes flicking between your computer screen and your pile of messily scribbled notes which were spread everywhere all over the desk around you.
true to her word and being unable to fully fall asleep without you beside her in bed, alessia leant against the doorway exactly an hour later, clearing her throat as you spun around in your chair to face her.
giving her a brief look of both guilt and nerves you didn't have to say much more for alessia to catch on you still weren't finished. "i'll be back again in twenty minutes, and if you're still not done then i'll be back every ten minutes after that for a kiss." the blonde pouted as you couldn't help but smile at her clingy nature, this nothing new as the harder the striker was pushed in training the more she sought out your affections when she returned home, nodding in agreement.
"i'm trying." you assured seriously and your girlfriends face softened. "i know, and i want you to get it done so we can spend the day together tomorrow stress free. i've got plans!" alessia tilted up your chin, pecking your lips as you gave her a curious look.
"plans?"
"for me to know, for you to eventually find out."
"that's not a terrifying thought."
"are you accusing me of being a bad planner?"
"well...you did forget our-"
"for the one hundreth time i didn't forget our anniversary, i just simply got the dates mixed up."
"do your paper, i love you." alessia stole another kiss, running a hand fondly through your hair before padding back off to the bedroom.
what felt like only minutes later, though you knew had been much longer due to your girlfriend popping in repeatedly to steal a kiss and try to hurry you into bed with her, you bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes glanced down at the time, seeing you suddenly had only five more minutes to finish your references index.
muttering to yourself your fingers flew curiously across the keyboard, and with what was surely seconds to spare you clicked submit, exhaling deeply and leaning back in your chair, burying your face tiredly in your hands.
closing your computer you darted quickly around the flat, locking up and flicking off lights and lamps, eventually stepping into your bedroom with a small sigh of relief, checking the window was cracked open to try and diffuse the heat of the sticky summer night.
alessia sent you a toothy smile as she scrolled through her phone, eyes occasionally flicking up to stare at you as you changed into an oversized shirt, tossing your shorts and bra into a corner to be dealt with tomorrow.
"hiii." alessia grinned and opened her arms as you finally made your way toward the bed, the girl laying on top of the covers due to the heat. "hello." you smiled tiredly and collapsed into her, reaching over to flick off the bedside lamp, engulfing the room into darkness as alessia placed her phone on charge.
sincere words of endearment whispered inbetween tender kisses and soft giggles, the two of you slowly began to doze off, though no sooner had alessias body relaxed did yours tense up, the combined body heat of the two of you making your brow line bead with sweat.
checking the italian was soundly sleeping you carefully shuffled away, placing a bit of distance between the two of you as your eyes shut, finally starting to drift off.
"c'mere." alessia mumbled tiredly, reaching blindly back out for you eventually grasping at your top, pulling you back toward her.
"baby i'm sweating its so hot, can we just have a little bit of space? we can still hold hands?" you tried to bargain softly, gently removing her hands from where they clenched tightly to your top and interlinking your fingers, alessia mumbling something incoherent but not making any move to argue as you let out a quiet sigh of relief.
though it couldn't have even been a few seconds later before there was rustling beside you and alessias body flopped on top of yours, the taller blonde burying her face in your neck and grabbing your arms, tiredly wrapping them around herself as she tangled her legs with yours and muttered something you again couldn't quite understand.
sighing in defeat you slid a hand up her top and began to absentmindedly trace patterns on her back, moving your other hand to tangle in her golden locks and scratching your nails against her scalp like you knew she loved, pressing a kiss to her warm forehead and accepting you simply weren't going to sleep well tonight.
but for the seemingly touch starved blonde sleeping soundly on top of you, it would always be worth it.
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the christmas special | the slytherin boys.
author's note: a cute collection of christmas activities that each of the boys would do with you. consider this as my gift to all of you. merry christmas pookies ✨
BLAISE
during first year, you and blaise established a tradition of pranking your friends with elf on a shelf.
some of your most notable accomplishments were: placing your little elf friend on all of the cigarette butts that theo had a horrible habit of littering with and placing it on his desk while the elf smoked one of his fancy expensive italian cigs that he saves for special occasions.
for mattheo, blaise took an action figure and smeared it in red food dye to commemorate all of the fights he seemed to get himself into.
for draco, you slipped a tiny amount of purple dye in his shampoo which turned his hair lavender for an entire week.
for enzo, blaise ransacked his honeydukes stash and left a mountain of wrappers on his bed.
for regulus, you replaced his sleakeasy potion with plain old water, which made his pretty curls frizz up like he'd been electrocuted.
neither one of you were stupid enough to prank tom. that was a one way ticket to an avada.
this year, though, blaise flipped the game on you.
you woke up in your dorm surrounded by flowers and balloons with the elf sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a note that said: call me a christmas, because i'm already wrapped up in you — b.
you chuckled as you read the note. your door swung open, revealing a grinning blaise.
"i thought you might like that one. i have plenty of others, though."
"is that so, zabini? well, let's hear them then."
"are you a christmas tree? because I’m really pining fir you."
"wanna feel my ugly christmas sweater? it's made out of boyfriend material."
you burst into a fit of laughter, making blaise grin. "and my personal favorite, the star may be on top of the tree but you can be the star on top of me."
"blaize zabini, you are ridiculously adorable."
"yeah? did my efforts work then? wanna grab some hot cocoa with your favorite person?"
"oh? is draco free?" you chuckled at the sight of blaise's frown. "i'm kidding, blaise. now come on, i need a sweet treat. besides you, of course."
DRACO
draco was ridiculously competitive, which was a trait that you usually found endearing in your boyfriend, but he was definitely taking this gingerbread house competition to another level.
you had never seen draco so concentrated, measuring each piece with his wand and spreading the icing with such careful precision.
"we're going to win this year, I just know it." he said, his pink tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he secured the roof over your gingerbread house.
"it's not about winning, babe. it's about having fun!"
"fun?" draco asked incredelously. "no, darling, this is about crushing riddle underneath my boot, which I suppose is my own version of fun."
"oi! I heard that malfoy," mattheo complained.
"sorry matty, dray's gone full psycho." you teased, pinching your boyfriend's cheek. "I think it's rather cute though."
"you'd be the only one," theo said with an eye roll.
"don't hate, nott. where's your house anyways?"
theo shrugged while mattheo snorted. "notty boy here got too high and ate the entire thing."
you chuckled. "well, that's less competition for you and I, dray."
"good," draco said with a pleased smile. "now come on, darling. I want you to put on the finishing touch."
you nodded, taking the gumdrops from your boyfriend's hands and sticking them around the perimeter of the house. draco surveyed your hard work, really the only work he let you do since he was so adamant on building the entire thing from scratch.
"it's perfect, love."
"blimey," enzo said, cocking his head at the house. "you two really went all out this year."
tom scoffed. "it's architecturally inaccurate."
you rolled your eyes at the older riddle. "well, we couldn't exactly replicate everything, but i'd say dray did a fantastic job on his house."
"our house, darling," draco corrected. "or at least it will be soon enough."
"is that malfoy manor?" regulus asked.
"precisely," draco confirmed with a proud smile. he looped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss against your cheek. "and i've got the future lady of the manor right by my side."
you giggled, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. "lady of the manor? hmm, I like the sound of that, dray."
ENZO
every year, enzo looked forward to ice skating on the frozen banks of the black lake.
he was terrible at it, but it only made it that much more endearing.
you remembered the first time he dragged you out into the cold during first year, talking your ear off about how excited he was for this time of year.
along with you and enzo, the rest of your friends joined in on the fun. mattheo and theo were absolute menaces on ice, while regulus and draco made a whole competition out of it. pansy and blaise were content to watch in the safety of their enchanted tent, sipping hot chocolate in peace.
over the years, enzo had gotten a little bit better, but he was still a little shaky on the ice. he never minded though since you were always there to hold his hand while you patiently skated around the rink with him at a glacial pace.
you weren't that great at skating either. or so he thought.
until the two of you were chatting, keeping to the makeshift wooden rails at the edge of the lake, when mattheo and theo came barreling past.
"watch out, y/n!"
you clocked the two menaces skating past you at full speed and made a rather complicated maneuver that enzo couldn't have even dreamed of landing.
"oh my god," enzo exclaimed. "are you alright? and what was that? that little twirl and land combo? I thought you couldn't skate, honey."
you smiled sheepishly, cheeks warming at enzo's nickname for you. "it's called an axel jump. I may have told a little fib when I said I couldn't skate..."
"I can see that, love," enzo said with a chuckle. "why would you pretend that you couldn't skate?"
"I didn't want you to feel left out," you admitted shyly. "the boys are always showing off and I don't know, it was kind of nice just to take it slow with you."
"you did that for me?" enzo asked as a grin spread across his face. "i like taking it slow with you too, y/n. I look forward to it every year."
"and here I thought you just really liked the ice and snow."
"are you kidding? I hate the cold," enzo replied, shivering. "but I like when you old my hand and lead me around the rink. and I also like it when you make us hot cocoa with extra marshmallows after. I just like you, honey."
you beamed. "I like you too, enz."
enzo smiled in return, kissing the tip of your frost kissed nose. "now come on, love. show me that move again. it was hot."
MATTHEO
"babe, we're supposed to decorate the cookies not eat them all," you teased, snatching a snow shaped cookie out of your boyfriend's hands.
"but they taste so good," mattheo said with a pout. he flashed his big, brown eyes at you, fishing for sympathy. "you know I can't resist sweet things. why do you think i'm dating you?"
you chuckled at his cheekiness. "nice try, matty. but we have to decorate the cookies first and then you can have a bite."
"oh, i'll have a bite alright," you squealed as he tugged you flush against him, pulling you in for a not so innocent kiss. "there. that should hold me over for a few minutes. at least, long enough to decorate."
you shook your head and handed him the cookies and icing. mattheo hummed, bumping against your hip every so often as the two of you began decorating.
despite his complaints, mattheo's cookies turned out way better than yours.
"how are you doing that?" you asked, staring at the perfect piping on his snowflake.
"it's easy, princess. here, let me show you." mattheo slotted himself behind you, his big hands enveloping yours as he attempted to guide you in replicating his design.
"real smooth, matty. this is just an excuse to wrap your arms around me, isn't it?"
"hmm, no i'm genuinely trying to help."
you raised a brow, backing against his crotch. matty released a low groan. "is that a candy cane or are you just happy to see me, baby?"
"all i'm saying is that i'm more than happy to give you a white christmas, princess."
with a giggle, you turned around and pulled him down to you by the front of his cheesy christmas sweater. his lips met yours in an eager kiss, sighing softly into your mouth. as the sweet taste of icing coated your tongue, you chuckled.
"really, baby? you didn't even last a half hour before sneaking a taste."
"you're lucky I haven't bent you over this table yet, mi amor." his low, husky voice sent shivers down your spine.
"on second thought, i'm not opposed to having that sweet treat a little early."
mattheo smirked. those big, brown eyes were nearly black as he lifted you onto the counter, big hands roaming underneath your sweater as his lips attached themselves to your neck.
"I was hoping you'd say that, my little snowflake." you squealed as he pulled you towards him, smirking as he knelt before you. “let’s put you on the naughty list tonight, y/n.”
“I don’t mind, matty. I know you’ll make me feel real nice.”
“damn right, baby.”
REGULUS
you and regulus had not planned on getting this drunk.
the game plan was to tackle decorating the common room with ample snacks, spiked eggnog, and a classic christmas playlist.
you hadn't accounted for reggie's heavy hand when it came to making drinks.
"how much rum did you put in this thing, reg?" you asked between giggles, wrapping tinsel around yourself like a makeshift scarf. "i'm really feeling it now and we're only halfway done."
"hmm, dunno, I kind of just eyeballed it." regulus responded, dangling two emerald ornaments through his ears. "I also may have nicked the bottle from malfoy. he's going to throw an absolute fit when he finds out."
"my father will hear about this!" you exclaimed, repeating draco's iconic line. "how dare you put your peasant lips on my vintage rum?"
regulus snickered, clutching his sides. "don't make me laugh, love. i'm already smashed enough as it is."
"honestly, that's what they get for making us decorate all by ourselves."
"hmm, I don't mind. at least I got to spend more time with you."
you chuckled. "we're already attached at the hip as it is."
regulus raised a brow, pulling you in by your wrist. he stood to his full height and spun you around in a circle before catching you in his arms. "are you trying to say you're tired of me, ma chérie?"
"never. you know you're my favorite person, reggie."
"you're my favorite, too." regulus murmured, his green eyes softening as he swayed. music played softly in the background as he pulled you closer. "dance with me?"
you giggled. "we're smashed, reggie. what if I trudge on your toes?"
"you do that sober anyways," regulus teased. "just humor me, please, y/n?"
you nodded, smiling softly as regulus led you into a waltz. despite his drunkenness, reggie was still the elegant dancer that he always was. it was in that aristocratic black blood, you supposed.
as you swayed in his arms, regulus pressed his forehead against yours, his pretty curls tickling your nose as he smiled. "tu es l'amour de ma vie."
"what does that mean, reg?"
"it means that there's no one else i'd rather get drunk and decorate with besides you. merry christmas, y/n."
you beamed, rising to your tiptoes and kissing his nose. "merry christmas, reggie."
THEO
playing white elephant with your friends was chaotic, to say the least. the annual tradition almost always ended in tears and sometimes even blood.
this time around, you were the one most likely to draw blood.
"that's not fair!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and glaring at draco. "you only want the heated blanket because I want it. you probably have a thousand fur throws, malfoy!"
draco smirked as he wrapped the white, fluffy blanket around his shoulders. "yes, but I stole this one. from you. that makes it special."
the shit-eating grin he flashed at you was enough to push you over the edge. "i'm going to skin you, you little ferret. give me back my blanket—"
"oh no you don't, dolcezza." a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and held you back from lunging at draco. theo hauled you over his shoulder and set you down on the sofa.
"don't manhandle me, teddy!"
theo bit back a grin as you huffed in indignation. he knelt before you, tapping your nose. "you're being bad, little missy. i'm putting you in time out."
"i'm not a child!" you responded, frowning at your best friend. "besides, draco started it. he stole my bloody blanket!"
"yes, but that's no excuse for violence, is it bella?"
"theodore, you literally bit enzo for taking your gift last year."
"I never claimed to be perfect."
you rolled your eyes, which only made theo chuckle. "tell you what. if you promise not to maim malfoy, i'll buy you as many heated blankets as you want." you raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with the offer. "i'll even throw in some hot chocolate and cuddles. the complete teddy package. sound good?"
"okay," you said with a sigh. "but only cause you asked nicely."
theo smiled and kissed your forehead. "good girl. now come on, pans made spiked eggnog."
thirty minutes later, you were curled up on the sofa with theo. you yawned, blinking slowly at whatever mattheo was supposed to be enacting for christmas charade. he was either doing something very vulgar or riding a sleigh. you could never really tell with matty.
"getting sleepy, bella?" theo asked, poking his nose against yours.
"mhm," you murmured, burrowing yourself into theo's neck. he smelled like cigarettes and pine. "will you carry me to bed, teddy?"
"course," theo replied as he kissed your temple. "don't you want to bring your blanket, though?"
you blinked in confusion, but smiled when theo presented you with the fluffy, white heated blanket. "you got it back for me?"
"draco and I made a deal," theo confirmed as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.
"threatening to throw me off of the astronomy tower if I don't give you the blanket does not constitute as a deal, theodore," malfoy said with a frown.
theo waved him off as he scooped you into his arms. "the important thing is, you've got your blanket back."
you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "you're the best, teddy."
"anything for you, tesoro." theo murmured softly as he climbed up the stairs with you in his arms.
"wait!" mattheo exclaimed. "you're under the mistletoe." he pointed to the small sprig hanging atop the alcove you were currently under. "that means you two have to kiss."
theo flushed, his gaze dropping to your lips as he shifted nervously. "we don't have to, bella—" the words died in his throat as you tugged at the front of his sweater, dragging his lips down to yours.
the kiss was soft and sweet and you melted into theo like the missing piece of a puzzle finally slotting into place after years and years of pining and yearning.
you smiled as theo blinked slowly, those pretty eyes brimming with love and adoration. "you—I—wow," he breathed.
"c'mon, teddy. you promised me cuddles." you chuckled, brushing your thumb over his lips. "and kisses too?"
theo grinned. "kisses too, amorina."
TOM
tom had never really been a big fan of the holidays.
he certainly had no interest in taking part in something as childish as secret santa.
yet the second he heard that you were participating, tom was suddenly the first one to toss his name in the ring.
by luck of the draw (he threatened enzo who was the one to actually pick your name to switch), tom got you this year and even he had to admit that he was excited to exchange gifts.
the annual slytherin christmas party was the usual sensory nighmare of tom's dreams, but he soldiered through the incessant chattering, itchy wool jumper, and heavy handed spiked hot chocolate. all because of you.
"are you having fun, pumpkin?"
tom's brow quirked at the nickname, but made no protest as you sidled up next to him. on anyone else, the red velvet dress with white fur trim, ornament earrings, and christmas lights necklace would've looked tacky, but for some reason, tom found it quite endearing on you.
"it's not horrible," tom conceded.
"not horrible? why, thomas, that's almost a compliment."
"don't push your luck, doll."
you chuckled as you looped your arm through his. "wouldn't dream of it," you responded cheekily. "now come tommy, it's time for secret santa."
tom watched as the rest of the group exchanged gifts. more accurately, he watched you clap and cheer at every gift that youy friends opened. the look of genuine joy on your face was almost cracked a smile out of him.
he supposed it wasn't such a terrible thing to endure.
"your turn, y/n," pansy said.
all eyes were on you as you took your gift from the pile, carefully unwrapping the pretty green and silver paper. tom fought the urge to grin as you took the black silk ribbon off of the box and tied your hair back with it.
you pulled out the first gift, which was a set of fresh coloured inkpots from france that you religiously used to write your notes with.
"oh my god, these are my favorite! and I just ran out too," you exclaimed excitedly.
the next gift were a pair of the high heeled boots tom had caught you staring at in hogsmeade. you were convinced that your feet would get too cold in them and that they'd hurt your feet, so tom charmed them to be comfortable and warm, which you discovered with delight when you pulled them on.
"i love them! i'm going to wear them all the time."
you peered into the box, which contained one last gift. a pretty pink leather bound journal that had your initials scrawled in gold ink on the cover. your eyes immediately snapped up to tom's.
"how fancy," pansy said. "any guesses on who your secret santa is, y/n?"
"tommy!" you said with a grin. "i've only complained to him a thousand times about running out of my coloured ink and he was with me when I was eyeing these shoes in the village." you hugged the journal to your chest, smiling shyly at him. "and I told him how much I liked his fancy journal."
"now we can match, doll."
"thank you, thank you, thank you," you said excitedly, enveloping tom in a tight hug. the rest of the group looked on curiously, smirking amongst themselves at the fact that tom allowed the gesture. if it were anyone else, tom probably would've hexed them within an inch of their life.
"does that mean you like it, y/n?"
"no," you said, still maintaining a death grip around his neck. "i love it, tom. it's perfect. you're perfect, pumpkin."
tom blinked as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. your cherry lip gloss branded his skin, but he didn't mind one bit. he would wear the mark proudly.
"do my eyes deceive me?" mattheo crooned. "are you blushing, brother?"
"aw, how cute. pumpkin’s got a little crush," theo added.
tom glared at both boys. "you have two seconds to run."
mattheo and theo both looked at each other before taking off in the opposite direction.
"really, tommy?" you teased, giggling.
"they're being twats."
"such a grumpy little grinch," you exclaimed, tapping his nose. "at least let me give you your gift before you maim the boys."
"can I have a hint?"
"let's just say you and nagini will be warm and cozy this christmas," you said with a devious smile. "I made the two of you matching jumpers!"
"you better be joking, doll."
"oh, i'm as serious as a heart attack, tommy.” tom scowled as you slipped your fingers through his. "but don't worry, you get more than one gift tonight."
"you're lucky you're cute, y/n."
you chuckled, standing on your tiptoes to press a matching kiss on his other cheek. "yeah, but not nearly as cute as you, pumpkin."
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Just Our Luck | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
Description: Despite how hard the universe tries to ruin it, you and Bradley have the perfect night.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: fluff, nudity (in a PG-13 way), bradley being protective, unwanted touching (from a stranger), swearing
a/n: this is my first fic that I've published (both on this blog and also in, like, years), but I'm ready to get back into fic writing! hope you enjoy x
Lately, work has been hard for you and Bradley both. Though your version of “hard” is mounting pressure to meet ridiculously short deadlines, and his version is more like two near-death experiences, you both acknowledged you deserve a nice night out. Bradley made a reservation at an Italian restaurant on the other side of town, and you splurged on a dress you’d been eying for months. It clings to your frame deliciously, and you spend a moment longer than usual in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. It was even a good hair day, you couldn’t believe your luck.
“You ready?” Bradley walks into your bedroom, momentarily fiddling with a button on his blazer. But when he looks up and catches sight of you, it loses his attention. He’s on you in a few quick strides, one hand finding its rightful place between your ass and lower back, the other near the nape of your neck, his fingers skimming the skin where it meets your shoulder.
“Gorgeous girl,” he says as he breathes in your freshly applied perfume.
“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” It’s true – you love when he gets dressed up for date nights. You would happily take him in sweaty fatigues or – better yet – nothing at all, but it makes your heart swell knowing he planned a nice outfit with you in mind.
He fingers the low back of your dress. “Can’t wait to come back home to this.”
“I’ll be all yours,” you seal your promise with a kiss. “But only after you get me a nice glass of pinot noir and a heaping serving of fettuccine alfredo.”
“You’re the boss.” He squeezes your ass before letting you go.
You gather your purse and your phone, feeling the warmth of his eyes as they follow you across the room. Then, you two are out the door, his arm around you once more.
He opens the door to the Bronco, and you slide in.
As Bradley pulls out of the driveway, you feel the tension of last week begin to melt away. When his hand finds your bare thigh, you can’t even remember what was stressing you out to begin with. Driving with Bradley was a cure for everything. His smell (something salty and a little woodsy) and his dad music envelope you, his assured grip on your thigh one of your favorite ways to be touched. And if you get sick of the view outside the windshield, you can always look to your left to get a better one – one that comes with a mustache, aviators, and more-often-than-not, a cocky smile because he catches you looking from the corner of his vision.
“Fuck.” Bradley slams on the breaks as the car ahead of him comes to a near complete stop. His arm flies up to your chest to cushion you as you jolt forward. “You ok?”
“I’m ok.” You chuckle. You’ve had time to get used to his aggressive driving by now.
His hand falls back to your thigh.
“Fuck me,” he says.
Gleaming taillights welcome you into the bumper to bumper traffic that packs the highway.
“I’m sure it will clear up,” you say, but you don’t believe it yourself.
It didn’t clear up. In the end, you two make it to the restaurant. Unfortunately, you’re almost an hour late.
“Sorry,” the hostess says more to Bradley than to you, “our next available seating won’t be for another two hours.”
“There’s nothing you can do?” He asks because he knows you’ve been looking forward to this reservation since he made it a week ago.
“I’m sorry, but no,” she responds.
You grab his elbow with your hand and steer him out of the restaurant.
“Jesus, I am so sorry,” he says you walk out the door and trade the smell of roasted garlic for the secondhand smoke of someone’s cigarette.
“It’s ok,” you say despite your rumbling stomach. “Neither of us even thought to check traffic.”
“Yeah, but I should’ve. Now our night’s ruined.”
“Don’t say that, silly boy.” You peck a quick kiss on his jawline. “At least now we get to see the sunset.”
You’ve made it back to the Bronco, and from this vantage point, you can see the ocean across the street. It is awash with a reflection of the red and pink clouds above. You two stand for a moment, soaking in the view.
“Hey, what about seafood for dinner?” Bradley points across the street to a squat blue building with large windows and a neon sign reading Uncle Mo’s.
You scan the parking lot. Not very many cars. You could probably get seated right away. “Sure, sounds good to me.”
You and Bradley stare at each other from across the lopsided table, making a shared mental note: if a restaurant is not busy on a Friday night, do not eat there.
But by the time you had realized your shared mistake, you were already being sat down at a sticky vinyl booth. Despite the great views of the beach (which Bradley let you face), it was clear that Uncle Mo’s had little to offer in terms of comfort and cuisine. A slightly fishy smell permeated the restaurant, you had to ignore a suspicious puddle on the table, and the food in front of the few other patrons didn’t exactly look edible.
When you order a glass of red to make yourself feel better, you expect it to be less than stellar. You expect to be not-so-pleased with it. However, you don’t expect to end up with it splashed all over your lap — and your new dress.
“Fuck.” It seems to be Bradley’s favorite word of the night. He knows how much you were looking forward to this evening, he knows how much time and effort you put into looking flawless, how much you both deserved a nice evening after the last couple weeks. And now you were looking at him, your eyes shining with unwept tears, a wine stain bleeding across your chest and your lap.
Before you can react, the waiter is on you – dabbing your lap with paper napkins. He smushes around the wet mash of napkin, making the stain worse. You want to shove him away. Mistakes happen, but you don't need a late twenty-something’s hands all over your lap. But the whole thing is already an ordeal, and you don’t want to cause a scene.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, “the glass just slipped, I’ll —”
“Stop touching her.”
Thank god Bradley is always willing to make a scene for you.
Your eyes meet his with a silent thank you, even though the waiter is too overcome with the napkins and babbled apologies to hear the quietly rumbled threat.
An uncharacteristic frown darken’s Bradley’s features. He stands up, all muscle and golden skin and perfectly ruffled hair. “I said: stop touching her.”
The waiter takes one look at Bradley Bradshaw and scurries away, hands full of damp napkins.
“Sweet girl,” Bradley coos as he takes your hands in his. “We can’t catch a break tonight, huh?”
You shake your head.
“Wanna get out of here?” His eyes are so deep, searching yours for a way to make it up to you — even though nothing has been his fault.
“Yes,” you whisper.
He pulls you gently to your feet and immediately his arm is around you like a shield. Though the night has been disastrous, you’re so glad you’ve been able to spend it with him. Even now, reeling from a stranger’s unwanted touch and the ruin of your new dress, you feel perfectly safe in his arms.
Once you are settled in the car, Bradley turns to you, his finger rubbing a sweet circle against your wrist. “Want to get ice cream?”
Normally you would never turn him down for ice cream. But nothing tonight has gone to plan, and you don’t want to risk another mishap. Besides, you already know exactly what you want.
“I just want to go home and be with you.”
“Can do, pretty girl.” He pulls your wrist to his mouth and gives it a kiss before pulling out of the parking spot. Luckily, traffic isn’t so bad on the way home.
But the rain comes fast.
Angry clouds roll in from over the ocean, splashing torrents of rain across the streets of your neighborhood. The windshield wipers whine with effort, but they can’t clear the rain fast enough. Bradley slows down to about 10 miles per hour — the slowest you’d ever seen him drive.
“Just our luck,” you groan.
“The price of a beautiful sunset.” Bradley pulls into the driveway. “We can try to wait it out.”
You shake your head. “The stain on my dress is already setting.”
“Ok, give me a second.” Before you can even shout his full name, he wrestles himself out of his blazer, tosses it on your lap, and slips out of the car. He races to your side.
Already, he’s soaked.
You shriek as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you out of your seat. You raise his blazer to cover you both as he makes a mad dash to the front door, but even so you are both drenched by the time you cross the threshold.
He stands on your welcome mat, which absorbs all the water dripping off the both of you. The rain had cooled his skin, draining it of its usual warmth, but you don’t mind. You drop the sopping blazer and plant your palms on his cheeks.
“Bradley Bradshaw,” you say, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
You share a rain-chilled kiss that sends a shiver across your skin. As if he can feel the goosebumps on your arms, he slowly walks you to your bathroom. Inside, the rain is nice. It sends a lively hum through the house, and tap dances across your bathroom skylight.
He sets you down on the tile, then turns the taps of the bathtub. You watch amused as he holds his hand under the water until the temperature is just right, then he turns back to you.
“Sweet girl.” He brushes a strand of wet hair off your cheek.
You pull him in for another kiss.
When you finally pull apart, he lifts your dress up over your head. Then, he unclasps your bra, and hangs it up on a towel hook to dry. Then he kneels on the cool tile and pulls your panties down so you can step out of them.
“Not how I pictured getting naked at the end of tonight,” you laugh.
“There will be other nights.” Bradley smiles as he stands and takes you in – not lustfully, just appreciative of your body, of you. “Believe me, tomorrow will be a fresh day.”
“It better be.”
He kisses your forehead. “I promise.”
You take a deep breath, knowing that he’s right.
“Ah,” he straightens suddenly. “I almost forgot.”
He opens a cabinet under the sink and retrieves a bright pink bottle — it’s the bubble bath you had pestered him to get at the store the last time you went.
“It’s time we put this to good use.” He dumps nearly half the bottle under the still running spout. Almost immediately, the bath swells with pearly-white bubbles.
He scoops you up and lays you down gently in the tub. The water immediately brings warmth back to your bones.
“I’ll be right back.” Bradley scoops your dress off the floor, and pads off to tend to the stain. Though you appreciate him trying to save your dress, you wish he was sharing this bath with you instead.
You drag your hand through the fast-growing mountains of bubbles. After a minute, you turn off the tap, then sink lower in the tub.
How did the night go so wrong, but end up so lovely?
Your answer walks through the door, lit candle in hand. The subtle scent of lavender bleeds into the room.
“And there you go.” He sets the candle on the counter, looking mighty proud of himself. “Need anything else?”
“Join me?” You hold out your hand to him.
A giant smile cracks across his face. In a second, he rips off his clothes and is gingerly stepping behind you in the tub. Slowly, slowly, he sinks down, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder and peppering small kisses while his hands massage your lower back. You lean back against him, a small sigh escaping your lips.
“Can my dress be saved?” You ask.
He smiles against your soapy skin. “If the detergent and hydrogen peroxide have anything to say about it.”
“Thank god,” you say as the last of your tension dissolves in the bath water around you. “If I couldn’t wear that dress again, I would just die.”
“You would die? How do you think I would go on living knowing you could never wear that again?”
“I did look good in that dress, huh?”
“Good?” Bradley wraps one arm around your stomach. “Darling, you looked beautiful. So beautiful.”
The rain dances on the rooftop, the storm not having lessened in the slightest. You don’t mind because it sent you to this bath with Bradley, brought his thumbed circles to your lower back, his sweetened whispers to your ears. If this evening’s disappointments had all led you to a bath shared with Bradley Bradshaw at the end of the night, you thought it was more than a fair trade.
#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#bradley bradshaw x female reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster x reader#top gun maverick fanfiction#top gun fanfiction#tgm fanfiction#fluff#bradley bradshaw fluff#rooster fluff
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CARE FOR A DANCE...?
; yandere! italian boyfriend x fem! reader
english isn't my first language
You finished your work day very tired, you had been moving all over the place and your feet hurt. Hair was a mess and you only had a moment to fix it but the whole work nightmare was over and you were close to get home where your boyfriend was waiting for you with dinner ready. He was very good at cooking and a typical Italian meal that was Gnocchi di Patate, you loved the taste and the dedication Matthew put into its preparation.
Thinking about the delicious dinner that awaited you, you arrive at your front door and it doesn't take long for the smell of potatoes to permeate your nostrils.
“Hi, honey, I'm here”
In the distance you heard how Matt greeted you with music in the background and the sound of the wooden board making contact with the kitchen knife. You went downstairs to get to the room you share with him so you could change your shoes for more comfortable ones and more comfortable clothes, you wanted to go to bed to sleep but your boyfriend was waiting for some kisses of welcome and you quickly went downstairs to enter the kitchen that had an incredible smell.
You looked at his intense eyes and shiny hair, his nose was beautiful in profile and it was a part of his face that you adored madly. His head turned to your side and a smile appeared on his face.
“Amore mio, how was work?” He quickly stopped what he was doing to wash his hands and went in your direction to hug and kiss you.
“Awful, Kate leave me all her work to go to a new store that opened near work.”
“I hate how she take advantage of you, doll. You should quit your job. I can take good care of you.” He said.
Your boyfriend's proposal was not strange to you, you know very well what kind of man he is but you want to show him that you can stand on your own and that not everything you ask for or touch has to be bought for you.
“It's okay, honey. I don't want to think about her anymore, I just want to eat your delicious food..”
You touched his cheeks and let go of his grip to mix some more of the pasta that was almost ready.
“It's almost ready” Matt replied and then followed interrupted by a familiar tune. The song that Matt always told you could be a short answer to the meaning of the great love he feels for you...
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺
Matt turns off the stove and looks at you with the cutest smile he's ever shown you. Every time he smiles that cute, innocent smile, he goes back to being that 16-year-old boy you met at summer camp.
“Our song, isn't it?”
You walked up to him, placed your hands together behind the back of his neck and rested your arms on his shoulders. His hands ran along your hips drawing you closer to him, his eyes shining like a thousand stars. Matt's lips hummed the rhythm of the song.
“I only have eyes” he stretched out the last two words “for youuuuu...” he stretched out the u, making a cute expression.
While you two dance to the romantic ballad like teenagers in love, each other's lips met. It was a kiss of intensity, possession and love. You pulled away gently to quietly watch his expression, he looked at you in the sweetest way and you smiled as you brushed his hair.
“Do you want to eat now, or are we still dancing and adoring each other's presence?”
You turned up the volume on the radio and Matt laughed.
request !!
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Perfect Date - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC
Summary: Part three to Behind The Scenes and Never Letting You Go. I might rewrite it I’m not sure
Words: 1.07k
Warnings: None
Pedro’s POV
Filming goes on as usual but now Y/N just alternates between sleeping in her trailer with Bella or crashing in mine. It all depends on how filming was that day, like after filming the section for David and Ellie it seemed like Bella really needed her sister. It was an intense part to film, the reality of what could have happened if it were real life sitting in the air for a while.
I watched from across the set the way Bella hugged Y/N tight and the way the beautiful woman hugged her back like she would never let anything touch Bella. Y/N met my gaze and sent me a shy smile as if she hadn’t been moaning in my ear earlier that morning. Of course I couldn’t just let her go back to set the next morning without hearing those breathtaking sounds or feel the way she writhed underneath me. We weren’t able to get breakfast but little does she know I have a date planned, I just need Gabriel and Bella to hold up their end of this and help me out.
Y/N isn’t one for big public acts so a fancy dinner date is out the question and a bad idea if we don’t want the paparazzi to make up a story about me and some mystery girl. I haven’t even asked her to date me yet, I plan to do that on this date. I want to set up a picnic of all her favourite snacks and we can get Italian takeaway as I’ve noticed spaghetti bolognese being her favourite meal. Whenever we all go our at a team it’s her go to and if they don’t have that she’ll have a burger. Gabriel and Bella are going to distract her as Gabriel seems to be her best friend on set and well, Bella’s her sister. I have no idea what they’re going to do but I hope it’s enough for me to set up.
Tomorrow’s our day off so it’s planned for then. I have all the Indiana Jones movies bought and waiting for me on the hotel TV as Y/N’s always gushing over how much she loves the movies and how she’ll always rewatch them when she’s sad. I want it to be perfect. I want her to know just how much I love and care for her. I want to show her that she is more than the mind blowing sex.
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It’s finally here and everything’s perfect. The hotel gave me roses which I spread all across the bed, around the blanket laid out and the picnic basket full of all of her favourite snacks at the bottom of the bed. The takeaway spaghetti is in tupperware containers inside a heat bag or whatever they’re called.
I’ve showered and spent hours on deciding what to wear because this… this is what makes or breaks us. I settled on some loose jeans and a button up which I only button up three quarters of the way up, making sure my hair is fluffy and curly as Y/N can’t seem to keep her hands out of it or stop complimenting the curls. I neatened up my beard and then began to light the two cherry scented candles as it’s Y/N’s favourite scent.
There’s a knock at the door and Gabriel’s calling, “Her eyes are closed.”
I’m throwing the door open to find Y/N standing there, Gabriel covering her eyes but I can’t help just stare at how gorgeous she looks. She’s in black and white plaid jeans that just hit her figure in all the right places as well as a baggy cream sweater and Doc Martens. Her hair is down except for two twists on either side of her head. It’s so effortless yes has me feeling like a kid with a high school crush.
Gabriel opens his mouth to speak and I realise I’ve been starting for a few minutes so I shoo him away and replace his hands with my own, guiding her into the room and kicking the door behind me. Her breath hitches when I stop her and press my chest to her back, unable to help myself because she’s gorgeous and she’s right here and I need to feel her in my arms.
“Surprise sweetheart.” I take my hands away and her mouth falls open before she’s spinning around to throw herself at me in a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist as she runs her fingers play with the wisps of hair at the nape of my neck and she’s mumbling ‘thank you’ over and over again until I’m pulling her away from me, “Anything for you baby girl. I promised us a date.”
“You did, ” She’s breathless, forest green eyes bright with love as I guide her over to the bed, “How did you?” She notices the food eyes widening and head flying up to meet my gaze again as we sit.
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.” I send a cheeky grin her way, heart pounding because I want to ask her before we settle down and begin otherwise it’d just be so awkward, “I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something,”
“Is everything okay Pedrito?” Concern covers her soft face as I grab her hands in mine, heart swelling at the use of my nickname. Only my family and the closest people call me that. It feels like a secret the way it perfectly rolls off her tongue.
“Willyougooutwithme?” I blurt out and she laughs lightly as I feel my face flush bright red, taking a deep breath before trying again, “Will you be my girlfriend.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She leans across the bed and kisses me. It makes me want to knock everything off the bed and ravish her but I want to have this date just as badly. Y/N seems to have similar thoughts because she’s breaking the kiss to kick off her boots and just as quickly as she’s gone she’s back. This time she’s straddling my lap, eyes having darkened with something more than lust as she’s holding my face in her hands and pressing a kiss to my slightly parted lips that has me weak at the knees. I grab her hips to ground myself pulling away from the kiss to risk something so very very early on: “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x y/n#Pedro pascal fluff#Pedro pascal smut#Pedro pascal fanfic#the last of us#Bella ramsey
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Fresh Cut
Navigation Oneshots
Mathew Barzal x reader
Warnings: petname (Honey)
Word count: 0.8k
Mathew has this gravitational pull for everything; women, men, dogs, hockey sticks, pucks, etc. So it was no surprise when he got a stick to the face during tonight’s game.
What was surprising was the amount of blood that was running down face. And of course it would happen in the game you couldn’t go to.
You could only watch as he was help off the ice, a rag pressed to the cut.
He comes back out on the ice to finish the game, letting you and everyone else know that it wasn’t a big deal.
~
You now stand in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you, knowing he should be home any second now.
You check the oven and the stove to make sure everything is cooking as it should be. You take a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the kitchen, and you begin to set the table for the two of you.
As you wait for him to arrive, you ask yourself if you made the right dish. You know he loves Italian food, but you also remember he's been craving a good burger lately.
You hear the door open and you turn around to see him walking in.
You smile and say, "Welcome home."
He greets you with a kiss and a hug, and you can tell he's hungry by the way he's looking at the food.
You pat his chest, “Why don’t you go change, I’ll have everything finished when you’re done.”
He mumbles an okay while placing a kiss to your forehead.
Finishing up the dishes you set them on the table and wait for him to come back.
He joins you at the table, sitting across from you. He goes to run his hand through his hair but touches the cut. He then smiles at you. It’s one of his cheesy smiles that makes his eyes crinkle.
You smile back at him, “Do you need something?”
He shakes his head, “Can a man not admire such beauty?”
You laugh softly, “Not when the man is hurting.”
He rolls his eyes and states, “I am not hurting.”
You roll your eyes in return, “You winced and tried to play it off with a smile, I’ve seen you do it before.”
He shrugs, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
~
After dinner the two of you move to the living room. You sit cuddled up into his side, watching him as he watches the tv.
You look over the cut covered in butterfly closures, it’s swollen but not too much to make you think he’s in absolute agony. And if he is he’s pretty good at hiding it.
He adjusts his arm around you, “Staring at it isn’t going to make it heal faster.”
You shrug, “You never know.”
He chuckles, “It’s my face, honey, I think I know.”
You bring your hand up to his face, your touch is ghostly, “Does it still hurt?”
“No, it stopped hurting a while ago.” He tells you
You hum in response, lowering your hand back into your lap.
He looks away from the tv and over to you, “You know, there’s no need for you to be worried about me.”
You brows furrow lightly, “Who said I was worried?”
He uses his free hand to stroke your cheek, “It’s written all over your face, hon.”
You sigh leaning into his touch and ask, “Can you blame me?”
He smiles, his eyes filled with love, “No, not at all. Ad if I’m being honest, I like when you’re all worked up and worried about me, it’s cute.”
You playfully roll your eyes, “Glad you find that cute.”
He lays down on the couch pulling you down with him, “I mean you’re always cute, but this makes you cuter.”
You shake your head and give him a quick kiss.
He sighs contentedly and lets his head fall onto the cushion, “I love you.”
You smile sheepishly at him, “You won’t after I make you put ice on your cut.”
You move to get up but he pulls you back into him.
“No, no ice.” He tells you, “I’m fine.”
“It’s swollen, Mat.” You state
“Nothing a good nights rest won’t fix.” He claims, “And the doctor said I was fine, so no need to worry.”
You move your head to look at him, “Let me help you.”
“You’re helping me by just being here.” He replies rubbing your back, “And if it hurts or it’s bothering me, you’ll be the first to know.”
“I better be.” You tell him, letting you head rest on his chest.
He lets out a quiet chuckle, finding this all endearing.
The two of you fall into comfortable silence, the only sound comes from the tv. Your eyes begin to grow tired, he’s body heat helps lull to the brink of sleep.
“Hey, Mat.” You whisper not wanting to interrupt his show.
“Yeah?” He responds
“I love you too.” You mumble
#mathew barzal#mathew barzal imagine#mathew barzal x reader#mathew barzal x yn#NHL Hockey#nhl imagine#new york islanders
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Be my compass (and I’ll be yours.)
Wednesday came to realize that you and Tyler had an awful amount of things in common. She just hoped this time, it’ll be different.
Wednesday Addams x fem! Reader
Wednesday Addams did not fear anything.
Fear leads to weakness, and she wasn’t weak. She was anything but weak.
She brought her cup to her mouth, sipping her warm coffee as she looked out the window. The pleasant bitter taste of the liquid stung her tongue— and she winced when a sudden headache struck her, memories flashing in her head, again.
And here, she thought she had almost forgotten about it.
She would be lying if she said that the past events didn’t affect her. How could it not? Her first kiss was a serial killer— and she thought she had everything under control, only to find out she was being played like pawns on a chessboard.
It was over, she knew that. But sometimes, when she’s drinking her quad, sitting by that same booth, when just the right lighting illuminates the café of Jericho, waves of déjà vu wash over her, pulling her into the night of the chaos once again.
And so she gets sucked into a spiral, leaving her senseless, unable to navigate herself in the dark, lifeless chasm.
That is— until you show up.
“Wednesday!” You called out, your voice wavering in panic. Her head snapped towards your voice, only to find you buried in the white smoke from the broken coffee machine— your eyes traveling from the instructions to the machine frantically.
Wednesday immediately stood up, before rushing to your alarmed figure. You smiled sheepishly when she came to your rescue, taking the instructions from your hands. Your fingers brushed from the act.
Remember what happened the last time you helped a certain barista?, a voice spoke in her mind, doesn't this scene feel a little too familiar?
Her jaw tightened as she tried her best to ignore it— distracting herself with the broken machine.
“Thanks babe!” You beamed, leaning in for a quick peck on her cheeks. “I would’ve been fired by now if you weren’t here to help me all the time.”
Of course she’s always here, you work in this café.
“Don’t get used to it.” She said, wiping her hands on her dark uniform once she was done. Your eyes glistened as you touched the machine carefully, letting out a relieved sigh when it didn’t burst for another round of vaper.
“Still amazed how you’re good with everything.” You gushed, “My amazing girlfriend can fix stuff with Italian instructions!”
Wednesday rolled her eyes, but you saw the way her face softened up. Warmth bloomed in your chest at the sight.
“When does your shift end?” She asked, crossing her arms against her chest. Both of you knew that she’s already aware of the answer, but she asked anyway.
“Around twelve— in about ten minutes, actually.” You grinned mischievously, leaning in so that only a few inches were left between the two— but Wednesday didn’t step back. She never does.
“Why? Did you plan something? Perhaps a.. date for our anniversary that Enid suggested?” You challenged smugly, watching in satisfaction as your girlfriend’s eyes slightly widened at your remark.
“It is not a date.” She bit back, a little too fast for her own good. She closed her eyes for a moment, composing herself, before glaring at you once again. “It's just.. a walk around the town.”
“Hm, whatever you say, girlfriend.” You giggled, “I can't wait to go on this walk.”
“Shut up if you want to leave this place with your limbs still intact.” She growled, pushing you back with her index finger pressed onto your forehead.
You whined as you rubbed the red spot that she made. Wednesday’s corner of her mouth quirked up from the sight.
“Rude. I guess you don’t want to get the gift I’ve oh- so hardly worked for.” You huffed, turning away as you side-eyed the girl, and Wednesday knew immediately that you were playing with her. Her lips morphed into a scowl, biting her tongue so that no words could escape from her mouth.
“I really wanted to give you this cake,” you sighed, “but I guess you didn't want it after all— what a shame.”
You eyed the girl as she averted her eyes, complementing her long eyelashes. You could see how her inner conflicts worked in her mind— and you had to hold back your will to pinch her cheeks.
“Fine”, Wednesday gritted out, “I.. apologize.”
You broke into a huge grin, lighting up as you threw yourself to her, wrapping your arms around her. She took a tiny step back, but didn’t pull away. You still clinged to her like a koala, attacking her with tiny kisses.
“Aw! You apologized!” You cooed, earning an eye roll in response. “I’m going to tell everyone about this.”
“Don’t you dare.” She growled, “Now. Show me the cake.”
You giggled, pulling away. You paced to the counter, pulling out a box from your bag.
“Open it.” You offered the box to her, who took a moment to observe it, before discarding the tapes.
“It’s ninety-eight percent chocolate ganache!” Wednesday winced as another pang of headache struck her. It just had to be the same cake— she couldn’t believe her own luck sometimes.
“I knew that you didn’t like sweet things, and I made it black! Your color.” You beamed, too excited to notice her small frown. “Do you like it?”
Your expectant gaze made it hard to tell you no, and it wasn’t a lie to say that she appreciated your gift. So she just nodded, making you cheer as you threw your arms in the air.
“I’m glad! It was surprisingly hard to make.” You said, giving your lover a proud smile. “We should eat it on our date after this.”
“I told you it isn’t a date.” Wednesday stated. You laughed, shaking your head.
“Right. I totally forgot.” You giggled, “I shou—“ your words got cut off by the ringing of a bell, and you whipped your head towards the noise, only to find a customer who looked kinda angry. Right. You were supposed to be working.
You gulped, laughing nervously, sending your lover an apologetic smile before leaving Wednesday to herself. The girl frowned, her eyebrows drawn into a thin line. She felt a mild feeling of disappointment as she watched your still-working figure.
But those feelings perished as fast as it came, the discontent soon patched with the sight of your smiles. The thought of her emotions wrapped tight around your fingers made her nauseous, made her feel like throwing up. You had no right to sway her feelings like this.
But she knew there was no point in denying— you were her golden linings, her streak of light in the dark, endless abyss. You were her compass, and for that, she could be yours.
Yes, she will gladly be yours.
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did this even make sense— I just put random words to make it sound pretty. It’s my habit to worry about people not understanding my fics before posting because I write half asleep most of the time LMAO
Bless Wednesday and her soft heart <33
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Fuck it! Expectant Parents Mareach post. Putting this one under a Read More to hide my shame. Y'all were warned.
(But actually thank y'all, I wanted to get this out of my system so bad 😭)
✨ The first person Peach tells isn't Mario, but Toadsworth. She wants to surprise Mario with the news and is willing to wait until later in the evening, but she wants her surrogate father to know right away. Mario spends the rest of the day wondering why Toadsworth can't look at him without suddenly having to excuse himself, only to burst into ugly-crying one room over, but he decides it's probably not good.
✨ And of course he's incorrect! The news doesn't come out of nowhere; they've discussed it in the past, and recently they've decided they're ready. Now, when I say recently, I mean recently. The biggest surprise is that she's already pregnant.
✨ "Can't blame a girl for being eager!" Daisy jokes. "Making the baby's the fun part, after all." Before Peach can smack her hand in retribution, Peasley adds in, all too casually, "If the red one is anything like his brother, then I certainly understand that enthusiasm." Peach threatens to revoke their titles of Uncle and Honorary Aunt if they don't stop talking immediately.
✨ You know the ending of the All Stars version of Lost Levels, where Peach covers every surface inch of Mario's face with kisses? Peach ends up on the receiving end of that, a lot. That's his wife! She's carrying their child! She's beautiful and strong and perfect! And if he doesn't kiss her a thousand times right this instant he is going to spontaneously combust! Peach laughs through the entire process because his mustache tickles, and that makes it even better.
✨ Also, her feet like never touch the ground the whole pregnancy. The second she mentions her feet being sore or touches her back with a small wince or even just makes a face that looks anything other than content, Mario scoops her up and carries her wherever it is she's needing to go. She stops trying to protest a month in.
✨ To that end, keeping her comfortable throughout the process is a role Mario not only falls into flawlessly, but absolutely adores. He runs hot bubble baths for her every other night because royal work is taxing when you're simultaneously growing an entire human, he rubs her feet while she eats tiramisu in bed because it's 2AM and she woke up crying she wanted that particular snack so badly, he uses his Firebrand to soothe all of her aches and pains on command, and it's some of the most fulfilling work he feels he's ever done.
✨ They decide eventually that they want their child to know Italian fluently (Peach is still trying to learn it, and what better way than having both a husband and a child to hold her accountable?). So nearly every night, once Peach is comfy in bed, Mario will lay his head on her stomach and have one-sided conversations or sing a few songs; since she doesn't get to hear him speak in his native tongue at length too often unless she requests it, Peach is enraptured the whole time. She even has him teach her a few of the simpler songs so their baby will recognize the language in her voice as well. Any time Mario catches her singing one of those songs to herself, hand on her belly and gentle smile on her face, he melts into a puddle on the spot. Cue the face kisses.
✨ Mario decides pretty quickly that they're having a girl. He starts addressing her stomach as (la nostra) principessina, his contributions to name ideas are all feminine or neutral, and Luigi and Peasley jump on board too, discussing all the ways they're going to spoil their niece rotten, because a princess deserves no less! "What in the world are you going to do if it's not a girl?" Peach asks Mario one night. "I'll love them all the same!" is Mario's response. "...but I'm pretty sure she's a girl."
✨ When Peach goes into labor, the head nurse argues against Mario's presence at first, because she insists an untrained man taking up space in the room will merely be a hindrance (whether or not that man happens to be King Consort). Mario bluntly tells her she'll have to drag him out herself if she wants him gone. The nurse is a Toad and Mario is over 200lbs, so she relents.
✨ The labor ends up being long and difficult and Mario doesn't leave Peach's side for even a moment of it. It's emotionally draining, seeing her in so much pain for so long and not being able to do much about it, all while staying calm and being as much help as possible, but his perseverance is a big part of what sees her through. All that collectedness goes out the window the second he's holding their new baby in his arms. Peach just gives him a tired giggle and pats his back while he bawls his eyes out.
✨ Mario was right! They have a little girl with her papa's hair and face shape and her mama's eyes and nose. And when he sees his new granddaughter for the first time, Toadsworth may or may not vow to commit war crimes for her should the need ever arise. Peach chooses to believe she's just hearing things in her exhaustion.
#this took me like an hour to type out because I was Embarrassed#and also it's Very Long#sorry orz#I will never not use Toadsworth for heartfelt comic relief I LOVE that man#peaches screams into the void#mareach#toadsworth#peaches has opinions#tw pregnancy
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YOU'RE MINE (Bill Guarnere x Afab reader)
Tw: alcohol, toxic relationship, cursing, fingering, female body parts depicted. Use of Y/N. Semi public sexual acts.
Based on actors portrayal of the characters and not meant to disrespect the real like heroes!
“Do you really think that will work?” You narrowed your eyes at the paratrooper sitting to your left. Bill Guarnere just chuckled at the rim of the glass meeting the fullness of his bottom lip. His dark eyes danced as he glanced around the table full of his brethren. He took a long chug of his beer before finishing with a refreshing “ah”. You were amused by the Italian man at your side. Taking your own beer to your lips with a laugh. Bill leaned down to your ear.
“No, I don’t think I need to get you drunk to want me.” His fingers brushing loose a strand of hair behind your ear. You choked a bit on your beer, leaving Joe Toye and Bill to bust out laughing. You swat at Bill whose hand was still by your ear.
“You're right, because even then I wouldn’t want you.” You smirk playfully watching the mock pain on his face.
“Now that hurts, sweetheart!” Bill’s hand covered over his unformed chest, where his heart would be.
“So cruel y/n.” Toye laughed, shaking his head, enjoying the night of freedom Easy Company was enjoying.
Joe and Bill went on to continue their conversation leaving you to glance around at the rest of the men you have become accustomed to. You eyes catching George Luz and Buck Compton playing darts. You thought about making your way over to the men. Uncrossing your legs so you could stand, you felt a heavy weight on your thigh. Startled, your eyes glance under the table to see Bill’s hand sitting protectively on your covered thigh. Meeting his eyes briefly before he continued his conversation. A squeeze from his hand sent jolts through your body. Your cheeks flushing a bit but you knew you could just blame it on the alcohol. Your hand softly grabbing his and trying to pull it off of your thigh. Bill allowed you the small victory but quickly placed his hand higher up your thigh. You huffed, slightly annoyed and yet slightly heated. It must be the alcohol, you determined, feeling your thighs flexing under his touch. You only had half a beer, and yet you couldn't explain why suddenly you felt so flushed at a seemingly innocent touch.
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight, you’re nuts.” Bill muttered to you once there was a pause in conversation. You gawked at him, wondering if you were hearing him right.
“Funny, Guarnere. I’m just going to watch the darts game.” You gestured to the men across the small pub. Bill clicked his tongue as his eyes watched his fellow soldiers enjoying a game.
“I’m serious doll, you see all these men. They’ve had their eyes on you since you walked in.” Bill’s eyes stared into yours. It knocked the wind of you, suddenly seeing his eyes burrowing into yours.
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts before retorting. “So? No one asked you to play babysitter. I can take care of myself.” Your nose scrunched in defense. Bill sighed exasperated at your recoil. His thumb softly stroking the fabric of your skirt.
“I’m not playing y/n, and I sure as hell ain’t your babysitter.” Bill grunted with a scolding edge to his voice. “You either sit tight or we will leave.” Bill added, his free hand reaching for his beer glass. His mind already made up as he down the remaining liquid. You watched carefully, struggling to figure out why he was being so possessive tonight. Of course Bill was always a little bit protective of you but this was completely over the top. You should be annoyed and angry, and deep down a part of you was… Yet your body reacts the opposite of that.
Before you could gather your thoughts enough to answer his ultimatum, Bill slammed down his now empty glass mug on the table.
“Wha? Gonorrhea you leaving already?!” Toye eyed him as he stood. Bill didn’t bother meeting Toye’s questioning gaze. Grabbing his hat and placing it over his nicely styled dark hair.
“Yeah, got to make sure Y/n get back safe. Catch you later Joe.” Bill mumbled poorly, hiding the annoyance in his tone. You stood, a reaction since Bill hand was no longer hindering your movements. Toye glanced at you and you shrugged, following after Bill as headed to the door of the pub. Holding the door open you walked through, mumbling thanks to which he grunted in response. A silence falling over you and him walking back to where you billeted for the night.
“What’s with you tonight?” You asked suddenly, sick of the silence. The cold air cools your once overheating body. Bill didn’t bother to look at you, but you could see his mind was fighting to say something.
“Whats with me, she asks!” He scoffs to himself, but you hear it. Your eyes narrow about to respond when he continues. “You, when will you realize that you’re mine?” Bill says, stopping his stride to look deeply into your eyes. His gaze holds you captive, a lump in your throat as his words swim around in your half buzzed mind.
“You’re drunk.” You spit out, your voice showing that you, yourself don’t believe what you are saying.
“C’mon y/n! You know it takes more than two beers to get me drunk.” Bill laughs, but it doesn’t reach his serious, dark eyes. You knew he was right, Bill was as good as sober. Boldly, he closes the gap between you. His hand reached out to cup your cheek. You shudder at the warmth of his palm on your cool cheek. “You belong with me, y/n. Why do you keep fighting it?” Bill words coming out breathless. Your heart flutters at his words, your stomach flops against itself at his declaration.
“Bill, I-” You are almost relieved when his lips press to yours, silencing whatever sentence you were trying to string together. It’s true you and Bill always had this connection, but you never really acted on it. With war and always being with the rest of Easy Company you never let yourself think about it. The hand on your cheek glided into your hair. Adding pressure to the soft kiss. Before your mind can catch up Bill pulled back. His eyes searching yours, relieved you weren’t slapping him or running away. A fear he had played in his head many times when he thought about finally kissing you.
“Y/n-” It was your turn to cut him off, fisting his uniform jacket lapel you pull his lips back to yours. This kiss is more heated, more desperate. A soft grunt leaving his throat as his hands gripped your waist. Walking you back till your back met with the brick wall of the building. The sudden cold biting into your back, but was overtaken by the heat from Bill’s body pressed against yours. A whimper leaving your lips only to be swallowed by Bill’s.
“Bill!” You gasped feeling his rough calloused fingers trail your thigh under your skirt. Your cheeks flush as the cold night air could be felt on your legs. A dark chuckle left his mouth, his fore and middle finger pressing against the silk of your panties. Hips pushed back against his touch.
“You like that baby?” His words were deep and knowing. Slipping past the silk that separated your damp pussy and his thick fingers. You bit your lip, and closed your eyes. Your body is screaming for him to do something. “I asked you a question.” Bill raised a brow, pulling his head back only slightly to take in the view of you all but begging for his touch. He cupped your front, tracing your slit teasingly.
“Bill… Please.” You begged, angling your hips and hoping for relief. You didn’t have to see the smirk on his face, you could hear it as he complied. Fingers dipping into your wet sex. Your head fell back at the stretch, not remembering the last time you felt so good.
“That’s my girl.” He praised, his thumb rubbing rough circles into your clit. “Look at you taking my fingers so well.” Bill continued pumping his fingers into you, lips trailing kisses down your neck.
“Shit, Bill” You moaned, feeling the tightening in your stomach as you clench around his fingers. Humming in approval, masking his own moans at the feeling of you losing yourself to him.
“Give it to me, baby.” Bill demanded, his teeth capturing your ear lobe. His fingers work even faster as you grip his shoulders to keep yourself up right. With a loud cry you came over his fingers, pleasure coursing through your body. “I got a fucking puddle in the palm of my hand, care to explain sweetheart?” Bill teased pulling out his hand from your underwear. He didn’t hesitate to lick his hand clean.
“Shut up.” You blushed, your body once again heating at the sight. Bill winked at you, before grabbing your hand.
“Let’s get you home.” Bill smiled at you and continued walking down the road.
“But… What about you?” You asked unsure if you should ask, since you were still wondering if the last ten minutes were even real. Bill lit a cigarette with a smile. Inhaling sharply.
“I already told’ya, you’re mine. I’ll claim what is mine another time.” Bill exhaled with a wink.
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5661 words, BowserXLuigi, a lot of hurt at the end. You have been warned. also this took me exactly one year to write.
Luigi carefully and slowly climbed out his bedroom window. He just had to see what was out there. Why were his parents keeping him and Mario inside? Was there something out there? Was there a monster? Luigi had to find out!
He looked out from his second floor bedroom. Oof, that was a long drop. What if he landed wrong and broke his neck? That wouldn't be good. Well, he couldn't back out now, he was already halfway out the window! Okay, just take a deep breath and don't die!
Three, two, one... nope! Not doing it! Too dangerous, probably gonna get himself killed, not worth it! As he climbed back inside, something caught his eye. A glint of warm light coming from outside. It was the middle of the night? How was that possible? You know what? Screw it! He was going to investigate.
He ever so slowly made it so that he was hanging from the window cill. Okay, calm down, you're only... he looked down to find he was at least 7 feet off the ground. You are going to die! Come on, you can do this! You just have to make sure when you fall you land on your feet so you don't break your back and bend your knees so you don't break your legs!
"Uno, due, tre!" He quickly let go of the window cill and fell to the ground.
He stumbled a bit as he landed. See? That wasn't so bad! You didn't die! Now you just have to check out that unnatural glow from the middle of your backyard that your parents warned you about! This was a stupid idea.
He walked over to the glow, and what he found amazed him. It was a rift, in the middle of his backyard. A rift to another world. He circled the portal-thing and saw what was on the other side. A volcano, in a portal, in his backyard! This was the coolest thing ever!
Something made him want to go through it, something made him want to touch it. This was so crazy! Why did his parents want to hide this from him? He reached a hand out, about to touch the portal, when something came tumbling out and landed right on top of him.
"Haha! I've got you stupid rabbit!" The thing said in a snotty voice. "Wait a minute, you're not a rabbit."
"(No! I'm a boy!)" Luigi said, looking up at the thing that was holding him down. It had a shell like a turtle, though it looked more like a dragon than anything. "(Are you a beast of some sort?)"
"Huh? Are you speaking English?" The thing asked.
"(No, It's Italian!)"
"Whatever, I need to go home." The thing said, getting off of Luigi. The thing walked back over to the portal and went to put a claw through it. But to both of their shock, it didn't. "No, this isn't happening." The thing tried to punch its way through the portal, only for it to let out a small "ow" right afterwards.
"(Is everything alright?)" Luigi asked, standing up.
"Shut up! I'm trying to get home!" The thing yelled, voice shaking. It kept punching at the portal. "I can't be stuck here with this loser! I need to get home! Come on!"
Luigi walked over to the thing. Maybe he should try introducing himself? "My name is Luigi, what is yours?"
"I am not here for friendly introductions, dimwit! I need to get home!" The thing screamed, whipping around to face Luigi. "My dads are going to kill me if I'm not back by morning! And you are not helping!"
Luigi took a step back. "I am sorry, (I didn't know.)"
"Whatever, apology not accepted." The thing went back to pointlessly punching the portal. "My name is Bowser, by the way. But I'm a prince, so you better call me that, alright?"
"(Prince Bowser, got it. It's very nice to meet you, Prince Bowser.)"
Prince Bowser turned back to Luigi. "So, do you know how to get one of these suckers open?"
Luigi shook his head. "(No, this is my first time.)"
Prince Bowser tapped his foot. He then got an idea. "Go over there, I don't want you getting burned." He said, pushing him out of the way.
Luigi raised his eyebrows at that. "(I could get burned?)"
"Still have no clue what you're saying. Just, stay over there!" Luigi obliged. "Little bit further!" Luigi walked back further. "That looks good! Now, don't come near me until I give a signal, okay?" Prince Bowser called to him.
"Okie-dokie!" Luigi called back.
The prince took a deep breath in before (much to Luigi's shock) breathing fire onto the portal. Luigi stood there, mouth agape as he watched a prince of a different species char half of his yard. This was so cool. After Prince Bowser wore himself out, he turned to Luigi and gave him a tired thumbs up.
Luigi ran up to Bowser and gave him a hug. "(That's fantastic! You are so awesome!)"
"God, didn't know you humans could be so clingy!" Bowser said, pulling Luigi off of him. "Come on, I gotta go home now!"
"(Ah, I'm sorry, I just got excited.) I am sorry." Luigi let go of Prince Bowser.
"It's alright, I get it, I'm awesome." The prince said with a smirk. "I'll see you later, Weege."
"Bye-bye, Prince Bowser!"
"Bye." He said, walking back to the portal. He was about to step in, when it was revealed that his fire had done nothing. It was just like walking into a wall.
Luigi cringed as he watched Prince Bowser's nose get squashed. He rushed over to Bowser, who was rubbing his nose as the anger built up inside him. "(Oh my goodness, are you okay?)"
"I can't understand you, and I can't understand why the portal isn't letting me through!" The prince gave a punch to the portal for emphasis.
Luigi thought for a second. "(I think I know what to do next.)"
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Luigi and Prince Bowser sat next to each other as Luigi drew out a diagram of what to do next on the charred earth. "(So you see, you take the frying pan and use it like a crowbar while I'll be there for reinforcements!)" Luigi said, pointing at each frame on the diagram.
"That seems like a dumb idea... what if we just use a crowbar?"
Luigi drew a lock and key and drew an x over the key.
"You want to use a key to open the portal?"
Luigi shook his head. "(The shed with the crowbar is locked and I don't have the key.)" He said, trying to mime what he was trying to say to him.
"You know what, we'll just use the frying pan."
"(That's what I've been trying to say!)"
A few minutes later, the two were trying to open the portal with a frying pan. It was taking both of their combined strength to even try and move this. That was, until, the frying pan broke. Back to the drawing board.
"Okay, my turn to come up with a plan. I say we find a sword!"
"(No way!)" Luigi grabbed a rock and handed it to Prince Bowser. "(Use this instead!)"
And so they gathered rocks and started throwing them at the portal. That was until they ran out. No progress had been made at opening it. Thus they went back to planning.
"(We could use a tree branch?)" Luigi said, holding up the stick he had been using to draw out the diagrams.
"It's worth a shot."
So, they started stabbing it with sticks. As you can probably guess, that didn't work. On to plan F.
"Nothing is working! What are we supposed to do?"
"(I don't know! I'm out of things to throw at it!)"
"This is so stupid! My dads are gonna be so mad at me." Prince Bowser said, sitting down. He looked as if he was about to cry. "I can never see my dads again."
Luigi went to sit down next to him. "(It'll be alright, I think...)" He said as he gave the Prince a side hug.
"I need to get home, I need to see my dads again!" Prince Bowser said, starting to cry. He laid his head into Luigi's lap. "Why can't I go home?"
"(I don't know, but at least you have me.)" He said, petting the Prince's hair.
"Back at home I was a prince! But here I'm... I'm just a kid who has to ask for help from someone who doesn't even speak my language!"
"(It'll be okay, I'll help you get home.)"
Prince Bowser gave a small sob. "And that makes it ten times harder cause I can't understand you!"
"(I know, I know.)" Luigi looked up to the sky. "(Oh no, the sun is rising. My parents might find you!)" He said, pointing just over the horizon.
The Prince rolled over to look where Luigi was pointing. "Ah crap! The sun is rising! Your parents are gonna find me!"
"(That's what I was trying to say!)"
"What are we going to do?" Prince Bowser flopped back onto Luigi's lap.
Luigi thought for a moment. "(I think I have an idea, come with me!)"
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Luigi showed Prince Bowser to the tree house in his backyard. There Prince Bowser would stay for three weeks. They would hang together every day, coming up with plans to try and get the Prince home. Luigi's parents barely noticed, thinking it was just an imaginary friend, and that's why he asked for two sandwiches instead of one. Plans they came up with included: throwing more rocks at it, catapults, slingshots, crowbars, throwing toy cars at it, just pushing it, kites, disguises, magic hats, literally anything and everything they could get their hands on, they tried. But no matter what they tried, nothing seemed to work.
"Ugh! This is so stupid!" The prince said, throwing the top hat to the ground. "Why are we even doing this anymore? Nothing is working!"
"(It is going to work, we just need to try harder!)"
Prince Bowser grabbed Luigi's hand. "Luigi, we have been trying 24/7 for two weeks! This thing isn't going to open for anything!"
"(But you can't give up hope yet! We still have so many things we could try!)"
"I'm done. I'm not going to try and open it anymore. We tried, but I'm just never going home." Prince Bowser said, letting go of Luigi.
Another few days would pass. At night, Luigi would go to the tree house and try to comfort the Prince. It would always end with Prince Bowser crying into Luigi's arms. One night, Luigi even stayed in the tree house with the Prince to make sure he would be okay.
But all decent things must come to an end. One morning, when Luigi woke up, the portal was gone. He went to go look for his friend, but he was nowhere to be found. Had Prince Bowser run away? Was he hurt? Where had he gone? Luigi would spend the rest of that summer looking for his friend.
After that summer, Luigi started school. He would never forget that summer, though. That is something you stay with until you die, wondering if it's your fault. When him and his twin brother, Mario, turned 20, they moved out of their parents house. Here we rejoin our story, when Mario and Luigi are 28, long after that fateful summer.
Luigi and Mario worked as plumbers in New York, New York. Every day was the same. Wake up, go out, do your job, come back home, schedule appointments. Wake up, go out, do your job, come back home, schedule appointments. Every day, the same routine for 7 years. That was until one day when the routine changed. Wake up, go out, wait, is that a portal? Yes, it was indeed a portal.
Luigi wasn't the one to find it, he would admit that. No, Mario found it. They were driving to do their job when Mario saw it in a park.
"(Hey, doesn't that look familiar?)" Mario said, pointing over to the park.
Luigi turned to face where Mario was pointing. "(Oh my goodness, Mario, you have to pull over.)"
"(Fine, but we have to be quick! The appointment is in 45 minutes!)"
Oh, but that appointment would never come, much to the disappointment of the lady who's sink had been clogged for 2 weeks. Mario and Luigi pulled over into the park. Luigi literally ran to see this portal, meanwhile Mario just walked slowly over looking confused.
"(Oh my goodness, Mario, this is a freaking portal! Do you know what this means?)"
"(Uh, no?)"
"(We get to go on a freaking adventure!)"
"(No! We have an appointment in 40 minutes!)"
"(No, we're going on an adventure! Come on Mario, we have to go on an adventure!)" Luigi grabbed Mario's hand. "(Come on!)"
"(Fine, fine! But only for 5 minutes!)"
It would not be just 5 minutes. No, it would be far longer than that! The two went through the portal and Luigi was amazed by absolutely everything, and made to point almost everything out.
"(Mario, look! That flower has eyes!)" Luigi said, pointing to a fire flower.
They walked into Toad Town, where many of the toads were shocked to see a couple of new humans. "Wow, you must be new around here!" One of the toads said, walking up to the brothers.
"(Look, Mario! That Mushroom can talk!)"
"You'll have to excuse my brother, he's a little excited." Mario said, switching to English.
"(A little excited is an understatement!)" Luigi shouted. Then he noticed the royal castle. "(Mario, look! A castle!)" Luigi said before pulling Mario away.
"So sorry, can't talk anymore! Brother's being an excited idiot!"
Luigi pulled Mario all the way to the castle. Luigi's eyes had stars in them. "(Oh my gosh, Mario, this place is so cool!)"
"(I know it's so cool, but we have to go home now!)"
"(I wonder if a king lives here?)"
"(Luigi, we have to go home.)"
"(This place is the best!)"
A large shadow moved in from overhead. Mario looked up. "(Luigi, I don't think this place is the best anymore.)"
Luigi looked up to see what was casting the shadow. An air ship with a giant stone dragon head on the front. How the ship was even flying was a mystery. It must have been held up by pure willpower. Suddenly someone pulled them into the castle.
"You seem stronger than my guards, can you protect me? I'm going to get captured in less than 5 minutes and I need you to swear you will come save me. Pinkie promise?" The lady who had brought them into the castle said, turning the two around to face her.
"We don't even know who you are!" Mario said, looking between the new face and his brother's.
"Good. I now officially knight you as my, well, knights. If you don't come save me, I will charge you for treason when and if I get back. Now I have to go get kidnapped, good luck!" And with that, the woman ran off.
Mario and Luigi glanced at each other before running after her. By the time they caught up to her, the airship had already crashed into the castle. Luigi pulled Mario behind a pillar as he watched the following interaction unfold.
A thing that had a turtle's shell but the rest of it was more dragon-like stepped out of the air ship. It was tall, like, 15 feet tall, tall. "Ah, Princess, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" It said, walking closer to the woman.
"You won't get away with it this time! Newly knighted knights!" She called, turning towards the boys.
Mario came out of hiding first while Luigi hid behind the pillar still. "She's right, you know. We're going to protect her, you beast!"
Luigi gave a weak thumbs up from his hiding place.
"Oh? And what makes you think you'll win, stupid humans?" It said, taking a step towards Mario.
"Because there are three of us, and only one of you!"
The thing looked offended. Luigi could see puffs of steam as it got closer to Mario. "Well, we'll just have to see how long two of you last." Without another warning, the thing spit fire at Mario! Mario, thank God, managed to get out of the way in time, but still!
Luigi, as soon as he saw this, rushed out of his hiding place to see if Mario was okay. Before he could get there, though, the thing stepped in front of him. "Oh, so you're the coward who's been hiding this whole time! What does the L on your hat stand for? Lame ass loser?"
"It stands for Luigi!" He said, trying to get around the thing. The thing, of course, wouldn't let him.
"Well, Luigi, I really think you should go back to hiding if you know what's good for you," It said, very quickly closing the gap between the two. "You might just get burned."
"What's good for me is helping my brother!"
The thing grabbed Luigi's chin and forced him to look up at it. "Helping your brother isn't going to save your life in the end. Again, I'd suggest you go back to hiding like un dannato perdente e un codardo."
Luigi gasped. A million thoughts were going through his head. One, how does this monster know Italian, two, why did it just say that in Italian, and three, who did it think it was. It was using his home language against him! Luigi pushed away from it. "(And I bet your mother was too,)" He said, too angry to say much of anything else.
The thing fumed. "Listen here you little--"
The woman ran in between them, mostly trying to protect her guard. "Enough! He's not whatever that was! He's perfectly brave if he can stand up to you, you big bully!"
"Peach, baby, darling, this little shit couldn't take his own in a fight if he was given a super star."
"He could take you right now if he wanted to, right... what was your name again?"
"Luigi."
"Right Luigi?"
"No."
The thing laughed. "See what I mean?" The thing laughed again. "Listen, if you come with me, no one gets hurt."
"I would rather die." The woman said.
The thing sneered before chuckling. "Alright then. You made your choice." The thing stepped back to its ship. "I'll be seeing you next week. Ciao!"
And like that, the ship was gone. The woman fell to her knees. Mario, who had been watching the debacle from the sidelines, finally got up to see if she was alright. Luigi took a couple steps back to let Mario do the work. Mario tapped her on the shoulder.
"He's gonna come and attack my kingdom. His army is huge. I can never beat him."
"Come on, I'm sure it's not--"
"No, it is that bad. Bowser will stop at nothing until I'm his."
Both the brothers glanced at each other. "Listen, let's come up with a plan."
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The woman's name was Princess Peach. The monster was King Bowser. Bowser was a hopeless romantic, having fallen instantly in love with the princess. Peach, on the other hand, hated everything about him. That was what had led up to this soon-to-be war.
Peach was pacing around the room, ranting and repeating those same few points over and over again. Mario was following her, trying to calm her down. Luigi was just kind of sitting there, taking it all in, mind racing but also blank at the same time.
"Either I go with him, or my kingdom dies! And if I go with him, my kingdom also dies!"
"Princess, calm down."
"My kingdom's about to die, and he says CALM DOWN!!!"
"Because we can fix this! Easily!"
"How? How could you fix this?"
"Easily! Like I said!"
Peach stared at Mario for a moment, before continuing her pacing. Luigi considered something, before getting up.
"Princess? May I ask you something?" He said, watching as her pacing continued.
"Luigi, now's not the time for questions!" Mario said, shooting a glance at him.
"It could help come up with a plan!"
The Princess turned. "What's your question?"
Luigi sighed. This was gonna be a long one. "Are there any other turtle dragon things that are, one, royalty, two, can breathe fire, three, around their late 20's, early 30's, and four, named Bowser?"
"No, none that I can think of."
"Then I think I can get to him."
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Luigi didn't think he'd get this far, considering he was alone. Luigi was in a kingdom of lava, all by himself, mostly by choice. Everything gave a strange sense of deja vu. Every lava geyser that threatened to take off half his body, every piece of uneven terrain that could lead to his untimely death, all somewhat familiar.
The only thing missing was a prince that he had met so long ago. He hoped he had the right person, because if he didn't, oh boy, was he doomed. He'd be a pile of ash in a minute. But, something told him that this "evil" king, was his Prince Bowser.
He looked around to see if he was anywhere close to the vague description the Princess had given him. "A volcano, but also a castle, and it's kinda just there, you'll know it when you see it," He recalled the Princess saying. He could see a volcano about 200 yards away. Was that it?
Not only a step later but he found himself being tackled by a small... thing. He fell to the ground, the thing cackling in its victory. "Yes! I caught you!" The thing said.
The creature couldn't have been older than 7, considering how much it was bragging about its victory. It drew a striking resemblance to the kid Bowser, except for the bandana, that was new.
As it ranted on and on about how they were the best Prince ever, Luigi asked a simple question. "Who are you?"
The creature was offended. "I am Prince Bowser the 2nd of the Koopa Kingdom, duh! And you are trespassing!"
"I see, and does your father so happen to be King Bowser?"
"Well duh! What are you, stupid?"
"Oh no, I'm just new around here. Could you please show me where your dad is? I need to talk to him."
"No. You're a spy. And I captured you. So no."
"Okay, so am I free to go?"
"No, you're coming with me!"
"Okay..."
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Luigi found it slightly charming that this kid was pretending he was his prisoner. Slightly. What wasn't charming was the fact that anytime he didn't completely comply with the game, he'd be yelled at for not knowing how to be a good prisoner. The prince led him by the hand to the castle covered with the image of the boy's father.
Luigi didn't like this. Any wrong word could lead to his demise. He found himself pausing in front of a particularly menacing statue. Sharp claws for ripping plumbers to shreds, teeth for ripping flesh from bone, fire breath for leaving no evidence, a killing machine. The prince tugged on his arm. "Come on, you'll get to meet him in a second!" He whined. Luigi compiled before the prince could start shouting at him.
He was going to reason, his only weapon being nostalgia, with a killing machine! This was a horrible idea! The prince pulled him into the castle, leading him to the throne room. This was where he was going to die. The prince led him right up to the throne where the king was sitting, who was looking lazily around the room.
"Hey Dad! I found a spy!"
The king rubbed his temples. "Junior, if this is another rabbit, I swear--" he turned, eyes falling on the man in green. "You."
"Yep, me..." Luigi waved, before the stress got to him.
"What are you doing in my kingdom?" Bowser asked, looking as if he was about to blow.
"This is going to sound a little crazy, but do you remember a little boy who didn't speak English and tried to help you get home?" Luigi tried to smile.
"Why do you ask?"
"If you do, it's me! I'm that little boy! But I'm not little anymore... If you don't, I'm so sorry, I really thought you were someone else and also please don't kill me!"
The king bent down, studying Luigi's face. Luigi stumbled back slightly at the sudden proximity. "You? A spunky little kid? You're afraid of your own shadow! He snuck out that night, and many nights after that, you are not that spunky little kid!"
Luigi winced at the King's tone. "Well, it was my idea to come here in the first place..."
"Okay, if you really are him, which you're not, you should know where I stayed.”
“In me and my brother's tree house, no one could know you were real, so we hid.”
“Well, that doesn't prove anything. What was our first attempt at getting the portal open?”
“You tried to punch it, a lot.”
The Prince was sitting on the floor, jaw dropped. “Is this guy why you learned the funny language?” He asked.
“No!” King Bowser said. “Because this guy is not the guy!”
“You cried that first night, you gave up, you cried in my arms because you missed your dads. Would a random spy know that?”
“Yes, apparently, because you know that!” Bowser took a couple of breaths to calm himself down. “You can't be him, because if you were, you would've tried to find me sooner. You would've come after me the night I left.”
“I tried, but the portal was gone the next day! I thought you had run away or something, not come back home. I don't know how rare portals are here, but it took me 20 years to find another one, and that's how I got here.” Luigi sighed. “You had grown so much that I didn't know it was you at first.”
Bowser looked away, sighed, before looking back at Luigi. “You can't have only come for that.”
“I only came for that. You were my first friend aside from my brother, and I'm sorry I said what I did to you.”
“Fine. Then you are excused.”
Luigi bowed his head and left. Was he supposed to have done more than that? Was this it, a lingering resentment between two childhood friends? It would have been, if the Prince hadn't stopped him.
“Hey! You can't leave yet!”
Luigi turned back around to see Bowser with his face in his palm and Junior running towards him. The Prince stopped right in front of him, saying, “My dad wants to talk to you more, since you were best friends.”
Luigi looked over to Bowser, who seemed to be very annoyed at this. Luigi smiled to himself. This could work.
☆☆☆☆
Bowser was very intimidating up close, even if it was from across a desk. He seemed to have a perpetual frown on his face, and not to mention the fact that he was a big scary reptile that could easily incinerate the poor human in front of him. Luigi couldn’t help but sink into his seat as he was being stared at. He chuckled softly, trying to escape the death glare he had found himself trapped in.
“So, you have a name,” Bowser said after a good long while.
“I told you my name when we first met. I even introduced myself in English.”
“I’m bad at names.”
“So we’re really starting from scratch, aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then… My name is Luigi, and you are King Bowser!” Luigi stuck out a hand as confidently as he could.
“Well, of course I know that.” Bowser looked down at Luigi like he was insane. When he realized he wasn’t going to shake his hand, Luigi let his arm fall to his side. “You are a little brat who doesn’t know his place and is wasting my time.”
“Your Lordship, please?”
“What? That’s what I’d say to you if we were starting from scratch. Of course, someone in this room is stuck in the past and doesn’t want to accept the fact that I had a life after him!”
“You’re being unreasonable, you learned Italian because of me!”
“I wanted to insult my enemies without them knowing I did so! It’s not my fault you happen to know it.”
Luigi sighed. This was going nowhere. “Let's say that we know each other, and we have slightly positive emotions about each other, like we did before I got here.”
“Why the hell did you take so long? I got home without you, are you only coming back because of pity? Am I, in your mind, such a weak little prince that I need your protection?”
“Of course not! You're a very scary king who could intimidate even the bravest soldiers.”
“So am I just all menace? Do you think you can fix me?”
“I don’t think that! Will you let me talk?”
“Then talk!”
They had gotten remarkably close in those few seconds. Luigi stood his ground, staring into two pools of magma that were Bowser's eyes. When did he start having magma eyes? Bowser leaned back, trying to cool his anger. “Then talk,” he repeated.
Luigi's voice was quiet. “I think you are more than this wall you've put up. You have a son, that has to mean something. I want to get to know Bowser, King and father, rather than remember Bowser, Prince and son. Tell me about you.”
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So they talked for 4 hours. They talked, and fought, about everything and nothing. Then Luigi left, back to his brother and the person he was designated to protect. The next day he went back, talking again. They fought less the second time, and found themselves chuckling at their jokes. Bowser actually said goodbye instead of just grunting the second time.
The third time was even sweeter. Prince Bowser asked if they could play with him and they agreed. They ended up telling him the story of how they met. Then they had tea as the Prince winded down. Then the next day it happened again, and again.
By the sixth day it had felt like they had never left each other in the first place. They were joking with each other as Luigi came in. They sat down across from each other in Bowser’s office, as they had been. After the laughter died down, Luigi said:
“I can’t believe we can still be friends.”
“Why can’t you?”
“We both changed so much. We’re no longer kids, and yet!”
“And yet here we are.”
Luigi had wanted to say more, but he never did.
They talked until the sun had gone down. After that, Luigi had to leave. The Prince having to be put to bed was the reason stated. But Luigi decided to do something risky. As he stood right outside the door, and as they were saying their goodbyes, Luigi stood on his toes and kissed Bowser on the cheek. He immediately ran off.
Why would he do that? Bowser was an evil man who a week ago he was terrified of! But it wasn’t gay, it was just guys being bros! Right?
He would never say what was on his mind earlier that day.
☆☆☆☆
There was screaming.
That was what awoke him the next morning.
He jumped out of his bed in the Princess’s palace. Glancing out the window, there was fire. There was much more than fire, but Luigi didn’t have time to recognize it.
He ran outside and there was Bowser, standing there with a smug grin on his face. Bowser watched the chaos unfold.
Luigi stormed up to him. “What are you doing?”
“What I said I would? I said I’d be back in a week!”
“But you can’t do this!”
“Think about it! We could rule this land together!”
“No! You were supposed to be reasonable after talking to me!”
“Be reasonable? So this was all to fix me?”
“No, not like that! But, you can’t terrorize a kingdom!”
“I can do what I want, I’m an adult!”
“But you’re doing the wrong thing! You’re Bowser, my friend, not the evil king! You can’t be! You can’t, you can’t–”
Bowser leaned down and kissed him on the lips. It was warm, but too warm. This wasn’t right. Luigi pushed him away.
“The hell?!”
“You kissed me yesterday, you seemed fine with it!”
“You can’t just kiss me to shut me up! This isn’t right!” Luigi gasped for air, half from the kiss and half from the anger bubbling in his chest. “I thought you were better than this. I thought I adored you! But you can’t be that! It was all in my head, you being better! All I had of you for 20 years was memories! I thought we could spark that again…”
“Luigi…”
“Don’t talk to me! You are nothing to me now but a memory! I want to be your friend, but you can’t do this. I’m torn…”
“If that’s how you feel…”
“If you show your face here again, I will personally see to it you being forced back to your kingdom. Don’t ever talk to me or my brother ever again.”
And Luigi walked away.
Clouds formed overhead as thunder rumbled. Luigi's scowl grew deeper. Lighting struck in front of him, causing him to jump back. He whipped around.
“Bowser, what are you–?!”
“That wasn’t me.”
Bowser pointed to the sky as a purplish glow filled the Kingdom. Luigi sighed.
“Correction, after we stop this.”
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little sunshine. - rats!
cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader part 4.
masterlist. / little sunshine masterlist.
tag list: @gothicwonderlust, @siouxbauhaus, @millerthats (IDK WHY IT WOULDNT TAG ON PC IM SORRY), @jaymechaos
a/n: part four!!!! and there's rats!!! also please keep in mind that while I'm okay with writing slight suggestion, I am not comfortable writing smut. sorry!
warnings/things to note: female reader, semi-autistic Copia, more suggestive towards the end so please be 15+!
enjoy <3
word count: 2,774
"Ew, you said you were spending the night with who?!" your roommate Sister Leah asked with a grimace as you paced around your side of the room and started packing a duffel bag.
"Cardinal Copia. I told you, like, a thousand times already." You rolled your eyes.
"Girl. Don't think about going out with him. You're way out of his league. You deserve better than a stinky rat man!" Leah tried to talk you out of it, but you persisted.
"Oh, come on. He's not that bad, actually! I'm just going over to review a couple of things and see if the rat rumor is true or not!"
Leah rolled her eyes. "Alright, whatever. Just be careful, yeah? Come straight back the second he touches you weirdly." she shriveled at the thought of her getting touched by him. You lightly smacked her knee.
"Don't be like that. Alright, I'm off! I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Okay, be safe! Love you, bitch!" Leah called as you closed the door.
You hummed as you walked down the now-empty halls, greeting a few ghouls passing by on patrol. At exactly 8 o'clock, you knocked on his door.
You waited a few seconds, wondering if he was even inside before you heard him cursing in Italian as he shuffled about in there.
"Helloooo? Cardi? Did you lose a battle with the rats?" you called, teasing him. You heard him stutter and sigh before opening the door. "Ah! So- er.. Sister.. uh.. hi."
"Hi.~" you replied in a sweet tone, watching his face turn red. A few seconds pass with him just staring at you before you spoke up. "Are.. you going to let me in..?"
"Huh? Oh! O-Of course, come in, come in.." he opened the door wider for you to enter. One of the cages was open and a mischief of rats were squeaking and crawling around the floor. "Agh. Stupid thing- d-don't mind the mess, they were... um.. playing."
"Playing?" you chuckled, exploring his room for a bit before setting your bag down on the one side of his bed that wasn't cluttered. You noticed his desk was littered with papers from... the vet? Were these all for his rats?
"So, wait.. how many rats do you have?"
"Erm... I.. I don't even know. They, uh... they like to reproduce... a lot." he chuckled nervously, hiding his face in embarrassment afterward. "Eh... y-you can leave if you want, this is- this is really embarrassing, I know.."
You felt bad that he was now self-conscious about his pet rats. So you tried to cheer him up with a laugh. "No, no, it's okay! It's just their natural instinct, don't be embarrassed!"
You walked over to him and pulled his hands away from his face, chuckling softly as he started mumbling. "Oh no, you... you don't understand, Sister.." His face turned redder as your hands pried his away from his face, staring into your beautifully colored eyes.
"My rats... they're- they're my babies. I-I love every single one of them, e-especially the newborns. They are almost like my own children!"
Copia was always afraid to bring up his rats, but you seemed to be okay with it. That brought at least some comfort and relief to him.
Oh, this guy was odd.
But you didn't care. In fact, you loved his quirkiness. "You know, I always wanted a pet rat. I think they're adorable. But I was always busy with life and stuff here at the ministry, so I could never take care of any sort of pet."
His eyes widened. "O-Oh, y-you do?"
You nodded. "Can I meet a few of them?"
Copia's face brightened, and you could tell how much he was relieved to hear that you were not only fine with the rats, but actually loved them yourself.
"Of course you can! They're… um… all over the room," Copia looked down in embarrassment, there were some of the little rat babies running around. "I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing…" Copia kept his head down as you chuckled at him.
You watched with a small smile as he started scurrying around his room and trying to collect as many rats as he could.
"Oof.. B-Biscotti, amore mio, please come here.." he said towards a light tan colored rat, who scampered away from him which made him give up with a sigh.
Once a majority of the rats were on his shoulders and arms he came up towards you. "Here… I got them all, I think."
You noticed how cute the rat babies were on Copia's shoulders, they were looking at you curiously, their tiny sharp teeth showing.
"Do you want to hold one?" Copia smiled, offering you a small white rat. "I'm sorry if they're… a little dirty."
"Aww!" you crooned in a higher-pitch voice, scooping the furry rodent into your hands and stroking its head. In return, the rat sniffed your thumb before nibbling on it gently to show its affection. "Hello, friend! She's so cute!! What's her name?"
Copia laughed and smiled. "I'm happy you aren't scared! H-Her name is Poof, she's only three weeks old. I-I call her Poof because one minute she's on my bed, a-and the next she's poof, gone." Copia chuckled. He was relieved you loved the rat as much as you seemed to.
"Poof? Well, that's very original of you." You chuckled playfully.
Copia nodded sheepishly. "I- I've never been good at naming them. B-But anyway, Poof is a very playful and loving one. S-She'll try to climb up your shirt and lay near your neck."
As he spoke those words, Poof started to crawl under your habit sleeve and up your arm, her head now nuzzling against your neck. You giggled as you gently pulled her out of your clothing and perched her onto your shoulder. "She's a darling."
Copia chuckled a bit as well. "Oh, Poof.. you are something else, no?" he said to the rat as he picked her up and placed her in her cage, along with the rest of her rat siblings.
"Do you let them out often?" you wondered aloud, sitting on the edge of his bed and smoothing the winkles away from the blanket with your hand.
Copia nodded in response, "I usually let them out after I pick up their litter. It gives them time to run and have fun." He finished putting all the last of the rats back in their cage and then put his hand on the cage to close it.
"Ah." you nodded.
He looked up at you. "I'm surprised you aren't disgusted by them; I've never met anyone else who isn't scared of them."
Copia was still surprised because you handled Poof quite well, it wasn't often Copia met someone that was as comfortable with them as him.
You shrugged in response. "What's there to be scared about? I mean sure, wild ones might carry every disease known to mankind, but if they're pets, I'm okay with them."
"Anyway..." You started to lie down on the bed, propping yourself up with your elbows. You were about to say something when a bright pink poster on the ceiling caught your eye. Was it...?
"You like Hello Kitty, huh?" you asked smugly.
Copia felt his heart drop. Shit. He forgot to take it off earlier! "Uhm... I.. w-well.. y-yes. I love Hello Kitty," he said as if he was embarrassed of his love for the Sanrio character. "I- I know it sounds kind of childish to like Hello Kitty... but I just think she's cute, okay?!"
You laughed softly. "I will admit it is sort of weird that a grown man likes Hello Kitty," you sat back upright. "But that means I learned about something you like! Soooo..." a smirk grew across your face.
"Now I can get you something Hello Kitty as a thank you gift for the flower you gave me! Then we'd be even!"
"Oh no… please don't get me a Hello Kitty gift… i-it would really embarrass me…" Copia still looked embarrassed as he looked around his room.
"It's just a thing I've always enjoyed... it's not like I'm obsessed with Hello Kitty or anything." Copia was making a lot of excuses, and they were quite obvious. "It was just a little bit of my childhood, but I'm not crazy for it or anything like that."
Your eyebrow raised, clearly unconvinced. "Mhm."
"I- I mean, w-why don't more guys like Hello Kitty, eh? She's s-so fun and cute, and her f-friends are, too!"
"Uh-huh."
He gulped. "Oh... Sorella- please, I promise I'm not a creep who likes Hello Kitty, I... it was a gift, see! Y-Yeah, a gift. From, eh..."
He continued to ramble about how he didn't like Hello Kitty, and you noticed more of the familiar chibi feline posted throughout his room. "Okay, Copia. Copia, stop!" You giggled as he now somehow got the topic to cats and how they would try to feed on his rat babies.
Copia froze and stared at you, his face flushed. "I'm not a creep... I promise..." he mumbled timidly.
"I never said you were." You smiled. "Okay, I promise I won't get you any Hello Kitty merch. For now." you added the 'for now' to tease, nudging him with your elbow.
Copia sighed in relief and nodded, then froze again at the 'for now.' This made Copia's mind spin, whirling desperately for a response. "...I'm not crazy for Hello Kitty... l-like I said, it's just a childhood thing I've kept around. I'm not... like... crazy for her or anything."
He kept mumbling about how Hello Kitty wasn't really that important, and you huffed with an eyeroll. There was only one way to shut him up.
In one swift movement, you tugged on his cape and pulled him in towards you, pressing a gentle but firm kiss on his lips.
Oh boy.
Copia's face got redder than a rose at the kiss and when he was pulled towards you, he was too surprised to even say something or do anything. He was as still as a statue, but eventually he kissed back, and that was your cue to pull away. "Now I know the secret to shutting you up!~" you teased in a sing-song voice, pecking the tip of his nose and releasing him.
"What.... what... uhm..." he stuttered, his brain malfunctioning.
You giggled at his reaction before noticing the time. 8:27pm.
"Hey, I think I'm gonna change into my pajamas so I don't have to do it later. Is that okay?" you asked, knowing the chances were high that he really didn't plan anything for this spontaneous sleepover. Maybe that was partially your fault, but what the hell. It was cute to see him fretting over the little things.
"E-Eh? Oh, yeah, uh.. please, go ahead and- and make yourself comfortable. Er.. the bathroom is right there." he pointed to the door nearby.
"Okay, thanks!" You said sweetly as you dug through your duffel bag, pulling out your pajamas and hairbrush.
"I-If you want to shower as well, I.. I could get you another towel, o-or if you want to shower in the morning, then that's fine, er-"
"Don't worry, I already showered before I came over. Thank you though, sweetie!" you teased as you walked into the bathroom, hearing him mumble in a flustered tone.
"Oh, a-alright. Just go get changed, I guess..." Copia's voice trembled and he felt like he was going to say something romantic. "I'll miss you... for those 4 minutes." Copia called towards the now-closed door, trying to be flirtatious.
Oh, how you loved that silly little rat man.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A sigh of relief left you as you changed out of your habit, putting on a more comfortable set of clothing. However, it did look a bit... revealing, which you hadn't noticed until they were actually on your body.
You were wearing a low-cut black crop top with a cartoon cow on the front, and matching cow-print shorts that barely covered your upper thigh. It was cute on you, but you wondered how Copia would react to such revealing clothing on you as he'd only seen you in your habit.
You smirked as you checked yourself out in the mirror, gaining more and more confidence as you imagined his embarrassed face when you walked out. You took a few selfies first (maybe you'd post them later on your story), then walked out and saw that Copia had changed into his own pajamas, a deep blue button-up silk pajama top and plaid pajama pants.
He was sitting in bed with a TV remote in one hand, too engrossed in deciding what movie he thought you'd like to watch. The poor guy almost jumped out of his skin when your sweet voice entered his ear, "Ooh, what are we going to watch?"
"Ah!- S-Sister, uhm- w-wow, uh.. I- I mean!" Copia did a double-take as he stared at your figure, a deep blush on his face yet again. He wanted to compliment you, but every sentence that entered his mind felt like it would make him sound like a creep.
"Er... H-Here, come sit next to me," he finally spoke, patting the spot next to him on the bed. You laughed lightly, crawling under the covers and sitting next to him. "What, eh.. what do you want to watch? Y-You can pick..."
"But what if I want to watch whatever you want to watch?" you teased, grabbing the pillow behind his back and holding it in your arms.
However, Copia wasn't anticipating that, and he accidentally hit the back of his head on the headboard. "Ah, shit!"
You instantly felt terrible. "Oh, no! Are you alright?! I'm so sorry, that sounded like it hurt!" You sat up straighter, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Ehh, I-I'm fine, Sorella- Non è niente, is nothing!" he tried to reassure you, rubbing the back of his head.
"No, you don't look fine. Here, let me see." You grabbed his face gently and pushed it into your chest, staring down at the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair to try and see if there was a lump forming.
Oh... that was definitely on purpose, wasn't it?
Copia's face felt like it was on fire as it was smothered into your cleavage, his heart jackhammering against his ribcage. He didn't think he could take much more as he practically died of embarrassment right then and there. This was definitely not on his radar for your guys' date night.
A sly grin spread across your face as your fingers ran through the soft strands of his hair, pretending to search for a wound. "Hmm.... you look fine. Oh well."
You lifted his face upwards to meet your gaze, his face redder than Hello Kitty's bow. "S- uh.. I... er..." he stammered, making a fool out of himself. He knew you were bold, but he didn't expect you to be that bold!
You decided to take pity on the poor guy. "Hey, you okay? Maybe we should get back to picking out a movie." you offered, pressing a small kiss to his forehead.
"Oh, uh, yeah... I'm fine... just fine."
Copia looked like he was going to die from the amount of blushing he was doing, his mind was racing with thoughts of the situation he was in right now; it all felt like a dream to him. "Y-Yeah, let's get to the movie, pick whatever you want, I don't mind."
You both scrolled through the movies that were available for a while before making him stop on American Psycho. "Wait, how about this one? Have you seen it before?" you asked.
"Eh.. n-no.. I haven't. I love horror movies, yes, b-but I haven't found interest in this one. I-It looks sort of cheesy." he mumbled.
"Ooh! Oh my gosh, this one is really good. I promise you'll like this one. It's about a serial killer!"
"Oh, I see. O-Okay, well... do you want to watch it?" he asked, to which you nodded. He pressed the play button and you two sat in silence, watching the movie.
"Eh... are you hungry? I- I have some popcorn if you want some, or do you want a different snack?"
"Mm, I'm okay. I've got my own snack right here." You smirked, draping your arm around his shoulders, slowly started to snuggle into him.
He muttered something under his breath in Italian, his face scarlet. You chuckled and nudged him in a teasing manner before he started leaning into your warmth and watching the movie with you.
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His Girl
I absolutely love Max but I'll always be a Charles girl.
Any errors are my own but I really hope you enjoy.
They were best friends, had been since they were 5 years old when they had first met at the karting track. Her father was an engineer for Ferrari and he had bought her to the track to watch her older brother Luke Sinclair as he raced around the track. Charles Leclerc was one of his competitors. For years she travelled along with her family to different races and she had struck up lifelong friendships with several young up and coming racers. Well actually they had become family, especially when at just 19 years old Luke had been involved in a boating accident with his friends. Losing her brother had been one of the hardest experiences of her life and had it not been for Charles and Pierre she might not have been able to go on. Luke was the one who pushed her to follow her dreams of becoming an engineer just like their dad and undoubtedly, he would be so proud of the fact that she had fulfilled her dream of working for Ferrari at F1 level. Things only got better when Charles officially signed his contract with the team. The two of them spend so much time together even spending family holidays together and when her parents separated a few years after Luke’s death, her dad moving to the other side of the world, Charles had become her constant. However, things started changing when his new girlfriend Charlotte came into the picture. He would make plans with Y/N only for them to change the moment Charlotte called. It had gotten worse because now instead of calling or texting Y/N to cancel or reschedule, he simply forgot to tell her. Just a few weeks ago he had told her to dress up as he was taking her to dinner to celebrate his latest success. She had been super excited and got all dressed up only to wait 2 hours for him not to pitch or even let her know he wasn’t coming. Then today when they had finished qualifying, he had pulled her aside and told to wait for him so they could leave together. After 20 minutes of waiting, she went in search of the Monegasque. Y/N checked his driver’s room but he wasn’t there or in the garage. “Hey Alessandro, have you seen Charles anywhere?” Her Italian colleague was busy checking something on Carlos’ car but looked up when she spoke.
“Hey Bella, sorry last I saw him he was headed to his room.”
“Thanks, maybe he’s in the paddock. I’ll see you later.”
“A piú tardi Y/N.” (See you later)
She walked outside towards the paddock, maybe he was talking to one of the other drivers. She spotted Max Verstappen and Daniel Riccardo and made her way over.
Daniel broke into a huge smile as she approached causing Max to look over at his friend. “Y/N, the most beautiful girl in the paddock.”
Shaking her head at the Australian, she chuckled. “You really need to stop flirting Danny, what would Heidi say?”
“Can I join?” he teased.
“Have any of you seen Charles?” she asked them.
Daniel shook his head no but Max answered, “He left about 15 mins ago.”
“He left?” had he really left her again?
Max noticed the look on her face and felt sorry for her. “Yep, him and Charlotte were headed somewhere.”
Y/N nodded her head trying to hide her emotions. He had done it again and she figured she should get used to it but it hurt. “Great.”
“Everything ok Schat?” Max asked putting a hand on her shoulder.
“He was my ride,” she replied.
“Well give me 5 minutes and I’ll give you a ride.” Max offered.
“It's ok. I'll call an Uber.”
“5 mins. No arguing.” Max had a feeling that there was something more to the story and Y/N was important to him. He told her to wait with Daniel while he went to speak to Christian really quick. She smiled in thanks.
Daniel wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “So about that Heidi comment......”
Driving back to the hotel, Max noticed how quiet she was as she stared out the window. “Schat?” he placed a light touch to her knee making her look at him. “What’s really going on?”
“I’m fine Max,” she smiled softly at the Dutchman.
“But...”
He really was a man you couldn’t hide things from. “Charles is acting different.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ever since he started dating Charlotte, he treats me different.”
“How so?”
She shrugged, “He always drops me as soon as she’s around. And I am fully aware that she is his girlfriend, she comes first. But then tell me. I get that plans change. I know he wants to spend time with her.”
“What happened today?”
“Pierre was going to give me a ride back to the hotel but Charles told me to wait, he wanted to grab lunch and talk about something to do with the car. I waited and he left.”
Max nodded in understanding. “He didn’t tell you.”
She shook her head. “Unfortunately, it's not the first time.
“How many times has he done this?” he asked.
“About 5.” Max whistled surprised. “This month.” She finished.
Max looked quickly over at her raising his eyebrows. “This month?” She nodded. “Seriously Y/N, how long has this been going on?”
She shrugged. “Since Charlotte showed up.” She ran a quick hand through her long ash blond hair before continuing, “At first he would at least send a message or call me to cancel but then he just stopped all together.” She looked over at her friend. “I sound like I’m jealous, don’t I?”
“Nope. You have every right to feel the way you do.” Max responded as they reached the hotel. “You deserve to be treated with respect and appreciation.”
She blushed slightly but smiled. “Thanks Max. For everything.”
He returned her smile. “Mijn plezier schat.” (My pleasure darling.)
Before climbing out the car she leaned over and kissed his cheek. No matter how the media portrayed him as a villain, she was lucky enough to know the real Max and he was amazing.
Several weeks had passed with not much going on. F1 was currently on a two-week break before heading to Italy for the next race and Y/N was enjoying some down time with her friends back home in Monaco while Charles was away with Charlotte somewhere. She had not brought up the conversation she’d had with Max. Speaking of Max, he had started to become a very important person in her life, taking up the role that used to belong to Charles. This had not gone unnoticed by the latter. As much as it annoyed him, Charles that Y/N was basically replacing him, he found himself in a position where he had no choice. Charlotte would constantly accuse him of having feelings for his best friend so in order to keep her happy, he had begun to spent less and less time with Y/N. However, after this break he had promised himself that he was going to make a better effort to spend time with her even if it pissed off his girlfriend. The idea of Y/N spending her time with Max or anyone else for that matter was not something he liked or wanted to see.
“So, Y/N, what are you and Charles getting up to on Friday?” Elena Roscon one of Y/N’s high school friends asked taking a sip of her Martini.
Friday was one day away and it also happened to be the day before her birthday. For as long as she had known him, Charles had always planned something the day before so that they could celebrate just the two of them.
“Not sure. He hasn't said anything to me. To be fair we haven’t spoken a hell of a lot lately.”
“How long are you going to punish him?”
“I'm not punishing him.” The brunette looked unconvinced at Y/N. “What? I’m not, I’m just tired of been unappreciated.”
“Y/N maybe it’s not him.”
Y/N scoffed, “So his girlfriend told him to ditch me all these times?”
Elena shrugged, “You never know.”
“Then he is whipped. Can we please talk about something else?”
“Sure, what’s going on with you and a certain Dutchman?”
Y/N chuckled, “Max and I are just friends.”
Elena hummed sarcastically, “I think maybe not.” Y/N simply rolled her eyes before Elena continued. “When do you leave for Imola?”
“Tomorrow. Gonna miss you though,”
“Don't worry I’ll make up for missing your birthday.”
“I know you will.” Y/N smiled.
The next day as soon as they had arrived in Italy, Y/N was called into a meeting. Charles was there and as usual he kept trying to make her laugh throughout. As soon as it was over, she was excited to spend some time with her best friend. Walking out the room she linked arms with him. He leaned over and kissed her head. “I missed you.”
“Me too,” she smiled.
“What you got planned tonight?” he asked.
“Not sure yet. How about you?” she replied hoping he would drop a hint as to what he had planned.
“Charlotte and Valentine are arriving in a few hours. We’re going to Ippocampus Ristorante for dinner. You should come with.”
“Oh,” she let go of his arm and walked a little ahead of him, her heart sinking. He frowned at the action but followed after her. “Thanks, but I really should actually call Pap Pap.”
“Is he okay?” Charles asked concerned for her grandfather. Pap Pap was extremely important not only to her but to himself as well.
“Just seems to be getting a weaker.” She wrapped her arms around her waist.
He quickly caught up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Hey he’s tough.”
She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll see you later.”
“Wait, I thought we could hang out a bit. Charlotte is still going to be a while.”
She sighed softly putting a smile on her face, “Sure, what you wanna do?”
Two hours later Y/N found herself sitting in her hotel room. She had just finished up her Facetime with Pap Pap. He was doing okay but she had a sense that time was not on his side. Her time with Charles had been too short and along with her growing worry over her grandfather, Y/N felt sad. “I have to do something,” she told herself getting up. She walked to her suitcase and looked through it pulling out a little navy-blue dress she had pack. Biting her lip slightly, she decided she was going to go out. She headed to the bathroom and got dressed.
She found herself at a little bar and it wasn’t long before a group of guys approached her, offering to buy her a drink. She smiled softly and accepted. She wasn’t stupid and naïve so she made sure to keep an eye on her drink as she politely accepted their offer to join them. She wasn't going to lie and say that she didn’t enjoy the company or attention but it did feel different to how it felt spending time with her boys. Even though she worked for Ferrari everyone on the grid had become family and she spent a lot of her time with the guys and some of the wags as well. Isa Carlos’ girlfriend was definitely one of her closest friends but she wasn’t due to be in Italy till the middle of next week just before the actual practices began. But making new friends was actually pretty easy for her and the conversation flowed quite easily with the young men. They were some local college guys and they seemed like real gentlemen, making her feel comfortable. A few were actually surprised that she was an engineer but she held back that she worked for F1.
“Porca puttana.. È quello che penso che sia?" (Holy shit...is that who I think it is?) one of the guys, Antonio she believed asked staring at someone behind her.
She turned around and saw Max. She noticed he was by himself and had several girls around him. He looked around the place before his eyes landed on her and she saw a smile appear before he excused himself from the group of girls and made his way over to her. “Y/N!” he greeted her warmly as she stood up to hug him. He returned the hug squeezing her tightly. “What are you doing here?”
“Just needed a night out. You?” she returned the question.
“Same.”
“You know Max Verstappen?” one of her companions asked drawing their attention.
Max chuckled as she looked back at the Italians. “Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention I’m a Formula 1 engineer.” she said sheepishly.
“Wow.” several of them replied.
“Gentlemen, I hope you don’t mind if I steal Y/N away?” Y/N looked back at the Dutchman with surprised. He shrugged as he put a hand on her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need some company.”
She nodded in understanding and excused herself from the group, thanking them for their hospitality.
“I thought you were only getting in next week?” she asked as they headed to the bar.
“Christian thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on things. He thinks Ferrari has a secret weapon.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep, care to confirm?” he smirked.
She shook her head and locked her lips.
He laughed. “What about you? What’s a beautiful girl like you doing here with a bunch of college boys?”
“Like I said, needed a night out. Usually, I would be doing something with Charles but he had other plans.” she reached for a chair.
“His loss. Come on.” he stopped her from sitting down and offered her his hand.
“What?”
“I’m taking you out for dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to.”
She saw sincerity in his eyes and happily took his hand.
The night flew by and she was having a lot of fun spending time with him. He really was the sweetest guy off the track. After dinner they walked through some of the town while eating some Gelato, he offered her his jacket as he noticed she was getting cold. She felt goosebumps on her skin where his fingers had brushed against her but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or something else. As they walked towards the hotel the conversation continued to flow.
“I had fun tonight, Y/N. Thank you for joining me.” he smiled as they reached her door.
“I did too. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Don't make plans for tomorrow night.”
“Why?”
“We’re celebrating.” He looked at his watch. “In fact,” he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Happy Birthday Schat.”
She blushed before noticing that it was already the next day. “Thank you.”
“Good night or Good Morning. I’ll see you later.”
She watched him head back to the elevator and waved as the doors opened. He stopped to greet someone she couldn’t see before giving her wink just before climbing into the elevator. Just before the doors closed the other occupant poked their head out. Charles. He gave her a weird look before having to get back in. She shook her head before entering her room.
She had just settled into bed with some mindless show playing in the background when her phone buzzed on the bedside table.
“What were you doing with Max?” Charles.
She rolled her eyes before replying, “He invited me to dinner.”
Two seconds later her phone started ringing and Charles face pop up. She contemplated not answering but knew better. “Hi.”
“You went on a date with him?”
“Firstly, hello to you too.”
“Y/N,” he whined.
She sighed, “We bumped into each other and then went to dinner. Not like I was busy.”
“You could have come with me.”
She leaned back against the pillows. “Didn’t really feel like being a third wheel.”
“You’re never a third wheel. I always want you there.”
He didn’t get it and right now she didn’t want to enlighten him. She was too tired for that. “Where’s Charlotte?”
She heard him close a door with a binge before answering her, “She’s with Valentine. Has an early meeting.”
“Okay.”
“We’re going on a hike afterwards. Please will you come with?” he asked.
“I can’t. I’m meeting Alessandro. We need to go over a few things regarding the cars.”
“Oh,” he sounded sad. “Dinner then.”
She thought about what Max had said about not making plans and part of her wanted to see what he had up his sleeve. “I may have plans already but I’ll let you know later today.”
“Plans....with who?” he asked with a note of annoyance in his voice. She brushed it off as now was not the time to deal with him.
“A friend.”
“Come on. I know all your friends.”
“Maybe I made some new ones,” she snapped.
“Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little tired.”
He scoffed, “Well maybe next time end the date earlier.”
“Good night, Charles.” She didn’t wait for a response before ending the call. She would deal with him at a decent time. “Happy Birthday to me,” she mumbled as he hadn’t even done that.
Bright and early next day, entirely too early for her liking Y/N was awoken by what started out as a soft knock on her hotel door. She groaned and threw the covers over her head in the hopes that whoever was on the other side of the door would get the message and leave. However, she was out of luck as the knocking not only continued but seemed to get louder. Her phoned buzzed, “Abre la Puerta Cupcake.” (Open the door Cupcake.)
She squinted at the name. “Esperar.” (Wait.) She forced herself out of bed and opened the door when her eyes widened in surprise. Carlos Sainz was standing at the door with a bunch of roses in his hand, but it was the young woman standing next to him that surprised her. It was his girlfriend and Y/N’s favourite WAG. “Isa!”
“Surprise!” the young Spanish woman cried pulling her friend into a tight hug.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N cried wiping away a tear.
“We wanted to surprise you, Y/N.” Carlos replied.
She let go of Isa and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Happy Birthday!” he smiled.
“I love you guys,” Y/N smiled.
“We love you too, now let's get you dressed. We have a breakfast date.” Isa replied practically pushing her back into the room.
While Isa help Y/N gets ready, Carlos busied himself by putting the flowers into a glass of water. Y/N was like a little sister to him, so to be able to make her day by getting Isa on an earlier flight warmed his heart.
“Shit!” Y/N groaned as she picked up her phone.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m supposed to meet Alessandro this morning.”
Carlos shook his head. “Don't worry about it. I already spoke to him. Rescheduled too tomorrow.”
“You’re the best.” As they headed out, she checked her phone and found dozens of messages. Most of them were from the guys including Max, Checo and Lando and a few were from her family. She quickly replied to as much of them as she could. Nothing from Charles,
Y/N spent a wonderful morning with Carlos and Isa before she headed to the spa, a gift she had received earlier from Max. The massage was heavenly. He hadn't said anything about that night either then to tell her to be ready by 7pm and to dress up. Currently she was in her bathroom applying the final finishing touches. She was dressed in a knee length strapless black dress with matching heels. Looking at herself she could help letting her mind wander to her best friend. Usually, he would be sitting in the room awaiting on her so they could go to a small get together and normally he was the first person to wish her. Yet for some reason he had forgotten. Pascale had called her earlier making her promise to do lunch as soon as she got back to Monaco. Even Arthur and Lorenzo had sent her a message. As if by fate, she got a text from Charles. “Hey, you coming with us tonight?”
She sighed, maybe he had really forgotten. “I have plans. Just about to leave.”
“Fine!”
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
“Nothing. Have fun without me. Clearly that’s your new favourite thing. Or maybe you’re hanging out with your new friend Max!”
She rapidly blinked trying to keep herself from crying. “At least he remembered.
She shoved her phone into her bag and headed to the door as she heard a knock.
Standing at the door looking rather handsome in just a simple pair of jeans and a black button up shirt was Max. He smiled looking over her, “Wow! You look beautiful Schat.”
“Thanks,” she blushed. “You look good yourself.”
“Shall we?” he asked putting out his arm for her ever the gentleman.
Max had organised a surprise party for her with a bunch of their friends. Several of the drivers and their girlfriends had gotten in early to come and celebrate with her. The biggest surprise though was seeing Arthur and Lorenzo there as well. She loved spending time with her pseudo brothers particularly Lorenzo who had pretty much taken over the role when Luke died.
“You look beautiful Cherie” he placed a light kiss on her hand.
“Thank you, Enzo,”
“So, what did Charles have up his sleeve this year?” Y/N’s smile dropped at the mention of his younger brother, something that did not go unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s not important.” Lorenzo raised a brow telling her he did not believe her. She sighed, “He forgot.”
“Forgot to do something?”
She shook her head, “My birthday. He hasn’t even wished me.”
“That doesn’t sound like Charles.”
“Well, he’s not here and he hasn’t said anything.
“Maybe he’s running late. You know he can be an idiot sometimes.” Lorenzo replied.
“Who’s an idiot?” Arthur asked as he approached with drinks for all of them.
“Charles.” Lorenzo muttered.
Arthur chuckled, “What he do now?”
“Forgot Y/N’S birthday.”
“No way.” he replied looking at Y/N hoping she would tell him Lorenzo was joking.
She shook her head sadly. Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “What are you doing?” Y/N asked.
“Calling him.”
She quickly pressed her hand against his to stop him. “Please don’t.”
“Y/N?”
“No Art, if he doesn’t call or show up then that’s on him. Besides I don’t really feel like having Charlotte around.”
“That explains it.” Arthur muttered in annoyance as Lorenzo rolled his eyes.
She looked between the brothers before asking, “Am I missing something?”
Lorenzo leaned in a little closer, “Charlotte is not exactly our favourite person.
“Why?”
“We have our reasons Y/N,” Arthur answered. “But Charles forgetting today?” he shook his head.
“Well, I want to have fun, dance with me?” she grabbed Arthur’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor leaving Lorenzo howling at the look of surprise on his brother’s face.
A few hours later on the other side of the small town, Charles and Charlotte had just finished up dinner and were currently in the taxi. Charlotte had noticed that Charles was not only distracted but annoyed for some reason. He had been quiet and when he had spoken it had been short and snappy. It pissed her off as he was supposed to be paying attention to her. He pulled out his phone and began to scroll through his social media leaving her to fume and stare out the window.
“Oh my God!”
She heard him gasp and quickly turned to look at her boyfriend with a frown. “What is it?”
“I forgot her birthday!”
“Who?”
“Y/N’s” He showed her some of his friends Instagram pictures of at the party.
“So? Seems to me like she is having fun.”
“I forgot.” He rapidly told the driver to head to Charlotte’s hotel.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she barely understood Italian.
“I'm taking you back to the hotel.”
“But we’re supposed to go watch the fireworks!”
“I have to go fix this.”
“Is she your girlfriend, or am I?” she snapped.
He turned to her with anger in his eyes. “Watch it, Charlotte. I’m not having this fight with you again. She is my friend.”
The rest of the drive was silent with a tense atmosphere. But Charles was not going to back down this time. Once they reached the hotel Charlotte got out and slammed the door shut. He didn’t even bother to get out.
“You having fun Schat?” Y/N was currently dancing with Max and couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, except for maybe her best friend being here but seeing as the night was almost over, she resounded herself to the fact that after 21 years of being friends he had actually forgotten.
“I am. I never thanked you for doing all this. Especially in such a little period of time. You really didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. You’re my friend and you deserve to be celebrated.”
“I wish the fans could see this side of you instead of Mad Max.” she chuckled.
“Maybe I like been Mad Max?”
“You do play him well.” they both laughed as he pulled her closer.
Meanwhile Lorenzo was on the phone with Charles. His little brother had called him up demanding to know where they were so that he could try and make it up to her. After much back and forth with his older brother, Charles decided he would wait for her at her hotel room. Most of the people were leaving now anyway. Lorenzo just hoped his brother didn’t stuff it up more than he had. Nobody thought they noticed especially Y/N but they had. They had noticed the way Charles had been treating her ever since Charlotte came into their lives. It was just one of the reasons that neither of them like the girl. Y/N was important to them and truthfully both of them thought the two friends would be perfect for each other.
A few hours later Max walked her to her door. “Thank you for the best night ever.” She pulled him into a hug, which he swiftly returned.
“Good night Mooi meid.” He leant down and brushed his lips against hers causing her to shiver in delight. He looked at her with a cheeky grin causing her to blush a deep shade of red. (Good night beautiful girl.)
“Good night, Max.” she whispered. As soon as she got into her room she fell down on the bed with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t know why that simple kiss had made her feel giddy especially given the fact that she and Max had been friends for a few years. She had never thought of him that way but maybe there was something there. Over the years she had been too busy to really put time into relationships but she had had a boyfriend or too. They never lasted though and she never knew why.
A soft knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts and she quickly jumped-up thinking Max may have forgotten something. When she opened the door though she found herself staring at a huge bunch of Orchids. Her favourite. Slowly the flowers moved and she saw Charles looking at her with a guilty look on his face. Her face fell slightly something that made his heart ache. She said nothing just simple walked back into the room leaving him to follow.
“Mon amour je suis tellement désolé d’avoir oublié” (My love I am so sorry I forgot.)
He sounded so sad but honestly Y/N felt he didn’t deserve to feel that. She was the one he had hurt. He put the flowers down on the coffee table as he followed her out onto the balcony. Standing next to her he reached out a placed his hand on hers, gulping as she pulled away. “Please let me make it up to you Mon Cherie?”
She finally turned to look at him. He loved her eyes, how they changed shades of green to reflect how she was feeling. And he could see how disappoint she was in him. “How could you forget?”
He stepped closer to her, “I have no excuses. I just need you to know how incredibly sorry I am. I know I hurt you and that was never my intention. I never wanna hurt you.” Thankfully when he touched her this time she didn’t pull away.
“I wanted you there tonight. But I didn’t want to have to tell you.”
“Mon amour, I wasn’t there tonight but I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. Please baby forgive me?”
She mentally brushed aside the fact that he called her baby as well as the feelings it brought up. “I'm not going to make this easy on you. I mean the flowers are a start,” she shrugged.
He smiled brightly before pulling her into his arms. Heart leaping at the fact that she had forgiven him.
Imola, Monaco and Barcelona had come and gone. Ferrari had put up a fight in the last few races which pleased Charles, it wasn’t the wins he had been hoping for but at this point in time he was just really in a good mood. Y/N and him were back to being best friends and things with the car was looking promising for the next race. One problem for Charles though was her growing friendship with Max. He noticed how the Dutchman would look at her and it made him feel jealous. She was his. Y/N on the other hand was enjoying hanging out with Max and they had been doing a lot of that since they had had a break back home in Monaco. She wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling for him but she knew that it was growing. Currently she found herself sitting on the deck of his boat just off the coast. He had invited her and a few friends to spend the day before they had to catch a plan to Canada He was drawn to the young woman and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to having a bit of a crush on her growing up. Problem back then was Charles had always had her attention. He wasn’t much of a guy for a pissing competition even though the media would disagree and Charles was his friend, but Max couldn’t deny that the idea of stealing her away from the Monegasque thrilled him. He looked at her, watching how she interacted with friends. She had this way about her that just drew people to him. She noticed him looking at her and smiled at him. He might just be falling for her.
Several days later things took a devastating turn. She was having dinner with Isa and Carmen the night before Qualifying when she got a phone call that would change her life for ever.
“Hello?”
“Y/N Pap Pap is gone.” Her cousin Gabriel had been the one tasked with sharing the news.
Y/N felt her heart shatter. Her two friends noticed the change and instantly knew something was wrong. They waited as she rapidly spoke in French not been able to understand but Isa got up and moved closer to her friend, wrapping her arms around the girl. As soon as Y/N had put down the phone her whole body just sank against Isa.
Carmen reached out her hand and grabbed hers. “What happened?”
Y/N looked broken and said softly, “My grandfather just died.” Isa gasped and held her tighter as Carmen’s hand tightened. “I have to call Fred....I have to get back home.
“Y/N breathe. We’ll help figure it all out. Just breathe.” Carmen reminded her.
Isa and Carmen shared a look over their heartbroken friend. “I need to make a call. Look after her?” Isa asked Carmen who nodded. Quickly moving away from the table Isa called Carlos.
Just an hour later Y/N was on her way to the airport. Carlos had spoken with Fred who organised for the Ferrari jet to be ready to fly as soon as she got there. Carlos looked at his friend via the mirror and noticed how she just looked out the window. She hadn’t even cried, too numb. Y/N couldn’t believe he was gone. But she couldn’t breakdown...not now when her family needed her. She barely registered any of the conversation that was going on between her two friends but quickly gasped when she heard Charles’ name. “Shit, I have to call him.” She rapidly searched her bag pulling out her phone and quickly found his name. She took a deep breath as she waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” it was a woman’s voice.
“Charlotte?”
“Yes, what do you want?”
Y/N ignored the tone and question. “I have to talk to Charles. It’s an emergency.”
“Well, his busy.”
“Please, it’s important.” She begged.
Charlotte sighed. “He’s in the shower. I will ask him to call you back.”
Y/N simple responded, “Thank you.” She put her phone back into her bag and stared out the window.
“What did he say?” Carlos asked.
“He was in the shower. Charlotte will get him to call back.”
Sitting on the plane hours later on route to Monaco. She had yet to hear from him. Grabbing her phone, she quickly texted him, “Pap Pap is gone. I need you.”
After an 8-hour flight and another 2-hour drive, Y/N had finally made it home and was currently sitting in her childhood bedroom. Qualifying was long over and she had yet to hear anything from her friend. He had read her message but no response. She was pissed but knew that she needed to focus on her family especially her grandmother. Her phone buzzed and she quickly picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hey Schat.”
She smiled sadly hearing Max’s voice. “Hi.”
“I wanna ask if you’re okay but that would be a stupid question.”
She shook her head before realising he couldn’t see her. “It's not stupid. I don’t know how to answer that.”
“I wish I could be there with you,” he sighed.
“I would have loved that. How did Quali go?”
“I got pole and Charles and Checo 2nd and 3rd respectively. “
She sighed, “At least there’s that. But I’m proud of you.”
“Danke. You know I’m tempted to forfeit tomorrow.”
“Don’t you dare. You work hard.”
“I’m on the next flight back though. You shouldn’t have to deal with this on your own.”
“You’re amazing.”
“No, you are. Don’t forget it. Listen I have to go do some interviews but I wanted to check in on you.”
“Thank you. It means a lot.”
“I'll call you later Schat. If you need anything, call.”
“I will.”
Qualifying had been weird for Charles. Yes, he had made P2 but Y/N was not there. He had looked for her but no one seemed to know where she was. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to Carlos all through Quali as he had gotten to the track late, but he knew that Y/N had gone out the night before with Isa. Maybe she had had too much to drink but that wasn’t like her. He went in search of his team mate, finding him leaving his driver’s room. “Hey Carlos?” he jogged to catch up with the Spaniard but Carlos seemed a bit offish with him. “Wait up!”
Carlos eventually stopped and waited. “What do you want Charles?” he asked annoyed.
“Woah, what’s wrong with you?”
“Me?” Carlos snapped.
Charles gave him a questioning look. “Well, you’re the one biting my head off for no reason.”
Carlos pinched his nose in annoyance. “Long day. Look what do you need? I need to check in with Y/N.”
“Well, that’s what I wanted to ask. Have you seen her? I’ve been looking all over for her.”
Carlos looked at him confused. “You’re joking right?”
“Why would I be? Carlos what’s going on man?”
“No, no she called you.”
“Huh?”
Last night. On the way to the airport, she called you. Are you telling me you never called her back?”
“Carlos, I have no idea what you are talking about. She never called me. Just tell me what’s wrong?”
“Charlotte said you would call back. Her Grandfather died.”
The colour drained from his face and Carlos realised that his friend didn’t know. “Charlotte never told you.”
Carlos quickly reached for his friend as he sank against the wall. Charles shook his head. “Is she ok? No of course she isn’t. I have to call her.” He pulled his phone out his pocket and dialled her number. It rang several times before going to voicemail. He tried again, same outcome. Trying one more time his call was declined. “She isn’t answering.”
“Give her some time.”
“Fuck,” he hit the wall.
“Hey calm down.”
“How am I supposed to be calm Carlos. I should be there with her. But I’m here. And clearly, I’m the last to know.”
The two men turned as they heard a pair of heels against the hard floor and saw Charlotte smiling as she approached. Charles felt his blood start boiling. Carlos laid a hand on his shoulder. He understood that Charles was angry with her as was he but he also knew Charles couldn’t lose his temper, not now. “Charlotte, now is not a good time.”
“Why?” she frowned.
Charles started cursing her in French physically making her stop in her tracks.
“Charles!” she snapped back.
“I think you need to leave. Carlos told her as he stood between the two.
“What had gotten into him?”
“You know what you did. Right now, I’m inclined to let him have his say but because of the media I won’t. You screwed up Charlotte. Go before I call security.”
“I don’t...” she began. But the look that Charles threw her made her stop. With a sigh she turned and left.
“I need to go home.” Charles ran a hand threw his hair.
“No, what you need to do is get through the race tomorrow then go.”
“I can’t think about the race now.”
Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have to. She’s worked hard on these cars. She will want you to race.”
He slowly nodded his head. He just needed to talk to her.
No matter how many times he called or messaged her, she ignored it. She couldn’t nor did she want to deal with it. She had been busy helping her mom organise funeral arrangements. The older woman was not handling her father’s death too well and Y/N took it upon herself to do what needed to be done, no matter how much pain she was in. She had managed to arrange the chapel and the minister, scheduling the funeral for the upcoming Friday. And with just a few days to go she still had so much to do. The Leclerc’s had been a God sent through out. Pascale had been there with her through all the planning and knew that at some point Y/N was going to crack. She knew that the young woman needed support and the fact that Charles wasn’t here disappointed her tremendously. She knew that he was on his way but it didn’t make it any better. She had seen how Y/N had been his support after both Jules and his father had died. And Pascale knew that it would have meant the world to her if he had done the same. Of course she knew that Y/N would have forced him to race that Sunday but he could have reached out. Charles hadn’t told his mother what Charlotte had done. As Lorenzo drove Pascale and Y/N back to her mom’s house the older woman looked over at her, noticing just how tired she was. She was rubbing her head from the bridge of her nose. Pascale had seen that look and action before, after Luke had died and it worried her. She took her hand and smiled at Y/N when she looked up at her second mom. She weakly returned the smile before looking down at her lap taking a deep breath. “Its ok to let go Y/N. Its not going to fall apart if you do.”
“I know. I just can’t. I feel empty.”
“Cherie, that’s ok too.” Lorenzo said from the driver’s seat.
“Am I am awful person for just wanting this to be over?”
“Oh hunny,” Pascale reached over and pulled her into a hug. “No it doesn’t.”
She just nodded.
Pulling up into the driveway the black Pisa was hard to miss and Y/N felt her heart freeze. He really wasn’t who she wanted to see right now. “Lorenzo can you....” she started but he didn’t let her finish pointing out the two men sitting outside. Max and Carlos.
Max was the first to reach her when she got out the car. He pulled her tightly to his chest and kissed her head. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she smiled sadly. “How did the race go? I never got to watch.”
“Don’t worry about the race cariño.” Carlos said as she moved to hug him. “ How are you?”
“Been better.” She shrugged.
The two men greeted Pascale and Lorenzo before the former ushered them inside for tea. As she walked into her childhood home she spotted Charles standing at the kitchen table talking to her grandmother. He straightened up and approached her only for her to walk the other way towards her grandmother. She kissed her grandmere’s cheek and quickly told her what had been discussed with the minister. The older woman held her hand and squeezed. “You need to rest Petal.” Her childhood nickname.
“I will.” She replied.
“Y/N?” Charles asked. “Can we talk?”
“I’m gonna take a shower.” She directed towards her friends and family completely ignoring him. All he could do was watch her walk away.
The day of the funeral arrived and not a moment to soon. Everyone was worried about Y/N. She had yet to cry, scream or show any emotion at all. It was like she was a robot. At any minute she could lose it. Several of her friends were there along with Max and Carlos. The one person who wanted to be there holding her hand was seated behind her as she still refused to acknowledge him. He knew he had fucked up so many times but he had generally been blindsided by his girlfriend or former girlfriend should he say. He respected her so he didn’t his luck, just watching over her, ready to catch her when she fell. Problem was when that moment came it wasn’t him she reached for. It was Max.
Gabriel had just given his eulogy and the pianist began to play Pap Pap’s favourite song when it all hit. Max who was sitting next to her noticed her hands starting to shake and her breathing getting shorter. He looked at her face and saw her eyes watering. He leaned over grabbing her hand and whispered. “You want some air?” She nodded. He stood up and guided her outside, as soon as the air hit her face she broke. He grabbed her tight as the tears that had been built up began to fall. They were silent and plenty. Max rubbed her back as she cried. Spotting Charles making his way over Max said to her, “ Schat, I know you don’t want to but you need him.” She lifted her head and turned to see him watching them. She gulped before looking back at him. Her eyes gave him an answer and he motioned for Charles to come over. As he reached them he pulled his friend into his arms. He didn’t talk, just held her close as he too felt the tears fall. He had loved Pap Pap too.
Unfortunately for Charles after her moment of weakness, she was still hurt. Sitting on the balcony, the night air on her face, he approached her. “Hi,”
She looked up at him. “Hi.”
“Can I sit?”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry. Charlotte never told me.”
“Carlos told me.”
“I would have been here sooner.”
“I messaged you....from the plane.”
He shook his head, “I never got any message.”
She scoffed, “You left me on read.”
“Mon Cheri,” he made to take her hand but she stood up and walked to the wall and leaned over.
She heard him get up and come closer to her. “Baby, I swear, if I got your message I would have been on the next flight. Regardless of the damn race.”
She looked at him. The look on his face told her he wasn’t lying. But the problem was that it was not just this. Every time he has cancelled on her, forgotten her, it was becoming a pattern and she didn’t like it. “I believe you.”
“But we’re not okay are we?” he asked sadly.
She sighed. “I just need some time.”
“I understand. But I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here.”
She nodded with watery smile. “I’ll see you in Austria.”
Two days before free practice and although she was talking to him, their relationship wasn’t the same. She had forgiven him but she had had sometime to really think. She realised that she needed space from him. He had been a constant figure in her life for so long. And she realised that she was in love with him. It was why she had allowed things to go on for as long as it had. It was also why none of her relationships had lasted. As soon as Charles called or needed her, she had rushed to his side. He had consumed her life without her even realising it. “I’m going to leave at the end of the season.”
“What?” She was sitting across from Max who was surprised at her comment. The whole grid was currently enjoying a night out before the grand prix consumed them. She and Max were the only two at the table at the moment.
“I can’t be around him all the time. I don’t want it to be this way. But it hurts, knowing I don’t matter to him.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
She looked at him. “Actions prove louder them words.”
“He’s trying.”
“What about when he gets another girlfriend?”
“You love him?” Max asked.
She sighed, “I think I do.”
“But you don’t want to.”
“I don’t know.”
“Schat,” he took her hand. “I don’t know what to say. But you can’t leave this job. You love it and everyone loves you. You’re family.”
She shook her head, “I don’t know what else to do. Working for Ferrari means having to be near him. How can I figure myself out if he’s always there.”
“Give me a few days. Don’t make any decisions yet. Please?”
“Ok.”
On the day of qualifying Y/N was headed towards the Ferrari garage when she was approached by a none other then Christian Horner team principal of Redbull. “Y/N? Hi you got a second?”
“Um sure,” she replied.
He indicated for her to follow him which she did. “ So Max talked to me. You thinking of leaving Ferrari?”
Y/N was stunned to say the least. “I’ve been doing some thinking but haven’t decided what I want to do yet.”
“Well I’m going to be honest here. I want you on my team. You have done some incredible work with Ferrari. You’d make a great asset here.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Think about it. If you choose to leave Ferrari. There’s a spot for you with Redbull.” He patted her shoulder before heading back to work.
She stood there for a minute before Max came up to her. “You ok?”
“You spoke to Christian?”
He nodded. “Like I said, you’re family and we can’t lose you. Besides it would be cool working with you. We’d be unstoppable.”
“Cool you’re heels champion. I haven’t decided yet.”
The day of the race and the atmosphere was electric. P2 and P3 for her Ferrari boys and the car was doing amazing. She was alone in the garage as everyone was getting ready. She walked around each car touching the tyres for good luck, smoothing her hand over the front of it. Just before the race was due to start she walked up to Carlos and kissed each of his cheeks wishing him good luck as she always did. He smiled at her before heading to his room to get dressed. She saw Charles looking at her so she made her way over to him. “ She looks good and feels good. I believe you can do this today.”
“My good luck charm is here.” He winked at her.
“Good luck Charles.” She made to walk back to her station but he grabbed her hand. She looked back at him.
“Where’s my good luck kiss?” he asked.
She leaned up and kissed his left cheek and made to kiss his right when he moved slightly causing the corner of her lips to meet his. She stepped back and blushed slightly. He had this look on his face that she hadn’t seen before and it made her stomach flip. “Go...go get ready.”
“I sure am ready now .” he smiled.
The Ferrari garage erupted in cheers as Charles crossed the finish line in first followed closely by Max in P2 and Carlos in P3. The minute he spotted her in the group he ran up and hugged her. She chuckled before pushing him towards the rest of their team. But when she stood on the podium with her team he made sure to pull her close to him and away from Max. She felt his hand against her back and she knew she had to make a decision before her heart was broken for ever.
In the week of the next grand Prix Y/N asked Fred to talk and brought up the fact that she was considering leaving and about Christian’s offer. He was very understanding and asked her to think long and hard about her decision. He didn’t want to lose her. She had promised and they both agreed that nothing was to be said before she made her choice. However that didn’t not go as planned.
During the first free practice something went wrong and Charles ended up having to retire for the day as something in the car was just not working. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He managed to limp the car into the garage but once he got out the car he lost his temper and began cursing in French. Y/N quickly walked after him to try and reassure him that they would figure it out. But he turned and snapped at her saying something she would never forget. “I don’t know what you did to the car but fix it.”
“What I did?”
“You don’t fucking care about us. Everything was great till you decided to abandon us for Redbull! Can’t have us beating your boyfriend or new boss can you!”
Without a word, she slapped him so hard that the entire garage went deadly silent. “Fuck you!”
Working right through the night she was able to find the problem and they managed to fix the issue just in time for the next set of practices and qualifying. Neither of them said a word to each other. Charles bagged P2 and the belief was that he could win again. Shortly after qualifying Y/N and Alessandro were going over some final notes when Fred joined them. He noticed how her eyes were rapidly blinking and how she was constantly rubbing her head while moving her neck around and around. Honestly she didn’t look good. “Y/N, you need to go get some rest. You don’t look good.”
“Honestly I don’t feel so good,” she said rubbing her temple.
“Go. We can finish up here.”
“Thanks.” As soon as she got into the cab she leaned her head against the back rest. Truthfully she hadn’t been feeling well for a while but things had been so hectic that she had tried to push through it. It’s not something she hadn’t dealt with before.
“Hey,” Charles walked back into the garage and saw Alessandro packing up.
“Hey.”
“You seen Y/N?”
“Fred sent her to rest. She didn’t look so good.”
“What do you mean?” Charles asked concerned.
“She’s been rubbing her head and neck a lot. Heard her say something about a migraine.” He placed his bag over his shoulder. “You should get some rest too. You both have been a bit edgy.”
Charles nodded before saying goodbye. On his way to the car he pulled out his phone. “Hi Maman.”
She was laying on her bed rubbing her head, trying to get rid of the headache that had been bothering her since Pap pap’s death. For days she had been able to fight through the pain, but the last two days it had gotten worse and tonight she was not able to hide it. Hopefully she would feel better in the morning just in time for the race but somehow she doubted it. She closed her eyes, willing the pain to go away when she heard a knock on the hotel door. She groaned before slowly getting up.
“Hey Mon Cheri.” Charles held a large paper bag in one hand and two steaming cups of coffee in his other. “I brought supplies,” he said with a tiny smile. She stepped back and let him in, no energy to argue. He placed the bag and cups down before looking at her fully. “How long?”
She knew what he was talking about. “Since Pap Pap.”
“Mon Amour, why didn’t you say anything?” he knew how bad the migraines could get and it hurt that she hadn’t said anything, even though he knew it was his own fault.”
“I thought I could get there it.”
He nodded grabbing one of the cups on the table, giving it to her. “Its your favourite. Caramel, salted latte.”
“Thanks,” she smiled.
“Ok, sit down and drink your latte. I’m going to get it ready.”
“Get what ready?” she asked.
“Just trust me.”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but sat down none the less watching him take a few things out the bag before picking up the bag and heading towards the bedroom. She had just finished her latte when he beckoned her to come into the room. He led her to the en suite where she found he had drawn her a deep bubble bath. Lining the tub were dozens of candles and a few lite incense candles which smelt a lot like, “Lavender?” she asked.
“Yep. I remember once when you got sick, Mamam did this for you. I thought it might help again.”
She felt her heart leap. “ Thank you.”
“Always.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly selected some soothing music. Setting the phone down on the sink before turning back to her. “Get in and relax. Forget everything. Don’t get out till I come call you.”
“Is that an order?” she joked.
He thought for just a second, “Consider it is.” He winked before leaving and closing the door behind him.
After a long time, she could feel how her muscle had started to relax and the pain subsiding just a little. The music that was playing was something she had never heard before but it was so beautiful and relaxing that she felt like she could stay here forever. A gentle knock sounded before the door opened just a jar. “Mon Cheri, you can get out now. Come join me in the kitchen.”
“Ok.”
After drying herself off, she wrapped herself in her gown before making her way through to the kitchen. As she entered the room she saw him standing at the counter tossing what look like a salad. He had laid two plates out with some wine in the middle. Looking up at her he quickly went to pull out a chair and indicated for her to sit. “I ordered some Italian. The salad is home made though.” He sheepishly remarked. He wasn’t the best cook around and the last thing he wanted was for them to get food poisoning. She sat down watching him as he took the seat opposite her. None of them addressed the elephant in the room but the company was pleasant and it almost felt like everything was back to normal. Except it wasn’t.
By the time they had finished dinner and cleared up, Y/N brought it up. They were currently sitting on her bed. He had put a movie on, The Mummy, her favourite and he was sitting behind her gently massaging her shoulders and temple. “Cha?”
“Yes, Mon Cheri?”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Because I care about you. And I’m sorry.”
She moved so that she was looking at him. He instantly missed the feel of her skin. “It seems like you’ve been saying that a lot lately.”
He nodded, “I know. I can’t justify everything that’s happened but I need you to know how sorry I am for everything. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“Y/N,” he began but she stopped him.
“How could you think I would ever do anything to hurt you or Ferrari?”
Looking down in shame he responded. “I have never wanted to take something back as much as I wanted to do after I said that. I was angry and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”
“I’ve worked hard to get where I am.”
He grabbed her hand, “I know that better then anyone Mon Cheri. Like I said was angry at myself for not been focused. Because it was my fault. I could tell something wasn’t right with the car but I pushed it. I was too much in my head and not focused. Are you leaving?”
“I don’t know yet. Christian did make me an offer and I am thinking about it.”
“Why?”
“Why did he ask me or why am I thinking about it?”
“I know why he made an offer. You’re amazing and any team would be lucky to have you. Why are you considering? Ferrari has always been your dream.”
“Dreams change. Circumstances and....people change things, ideas.”
“It’s me isn’t it? You want to get away from me.” She didn’t answer him. “You hate me.”
“No!” she placed her hand on his cheek making him look at her. “Charles, no matter how hurt I am, I could never hate you. I love you.” The way she said that told Charles that she meant more than just a friend and it made him happy. Charlotte had been right, he was in love with his best friend. However her next words broke his heart. “And that’s the problem.”
“What?”
“Charles, I don’t mean to hurt you but you can be selfish.”
“Meaning?” he asked and she could hear the hurt in his voice.
“You consumed my life in every way. Every relationship I have had had ended because I have always put you first. Every success, ever failure I have been there supporting you. But have you ever stopped to think how I must be feeling? Those failures are mine too. I work day and night trying to make sure that we have a car that’s capable of challenging Redbull. When something doesn’t work, I feel like a failure. That I let the fans, the team, you down.”
“Y/N,” it was now his turn to place a hand on her cheek, looking at her deeply. “The fans love you. The team works together. You could never fail me.” He pulled her closer making her sit on his lap. “I know I’ve screwed up, but please don’t leave.”
She placed her head against his chest. “I don’t know if I can stay.”
“Your right, I am selfish and I’m going to be even more selfish now. Please don’t leave me. I need you, I’m in love with you and I can’t watch you be in that garage, be with him.”
She looked at him when he said he was in love with her. “What?”
“I was angry but also jealous.”
“Of Max?”
He nodded. “Seeing you with him, it drives me crazy. Just the thought of his hands touching you..... I hate it.”
“We just friends.”
“Really?” he asked.
She nodded. “I do care about him and for a while I did think I might be falling for him. But he’s not you. Besides I think he still loves Kelly.”
“Does he know?”
“Yep.”
He leaned his head against hers and she could feel one of his hands rubbing her bare thigh causing goosebumps. “What does this mean for us? I want there to be an us.” He refused to break eye contact and wouldn’t allow her too either. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
She just looked at his eyes feeling a tear break loose and run down her cheek. He quickly wiped it away and without a hesitation he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t pull away but kissed him back. As the kiss intensified she felt his hand move further up her leg reaching the top of her thigh before he could go any further she stopped him and pulled away. “You have a race tomorrow.”
“Are you throwing me out?”
She shook her head. “No, but you should rest.” She climbed off his lap and headed to the bathroom to change. When she came out he was gone and she closed her eyes. The fresh tears were her own fault this time. Her phone buzzed. “I’m not letting you go without a fight.”
Charles Leclerc wins the British Grand Prix!!!!
There had just been so much going on that day that neither of them had a chance to talk to each other but that didn’t mean that they hadn’t stolen glances, catching each others eyes ever so often. Charles had been focused and determined to win and show Y/N just how much he appreciated the hard work she put it. He made it a point in his interviews to celebrate her too. And when he stood on the podium in first place he kept his eyes on her. He meant what he said, he was going to win her heart. Y/N had being doing a lot of thinking that night after he left. Her thoughts of leaving Ferrari had made her feel nostalgic and she had pulled out a photo album she always carried with her. Seeing her brother smiling back at her from the pages helped her make her decision. After the race and paddock celebration she had disappeared.
Back at the hotel Charles was getting ready for the after party trying to get hold of her but her phone was off. The joy he felt after the win started to diminish after she had disappeared. He hoped that he would at least see her tonight. He picked up his keys and phone and headed to the door. As he opened it he found her standing there hand raised as if she was about to knock. Her makeup was done and her hair flowed down in soft waves. She had on some heels and a black coat. “Hi,” she smiled.
“Hey.”
“Can I come in?”
“Of course,” he replied stepping aside.
“So I made a decision.” She replied rocking slightly back and forth nervously.
“And?” he asked stepping closer to her.
She took his hands and placed it on the belt of her coat. “Open it up.” He looked at her curiously. “The colour represents my choice of team.”
He looked down and began to slowly undo the belt. As the coat fell open and he saw red peaking through, she indicated for him carry on and take it off. He moved his hands up and he pushed the coat back till it fell off her shoulders. He felt a rush flow through his body from his head down to his toes. He gulped, feeling his jeans tighten in the crotch. She was standing on front of him in a red, silky pair of lingerie. “The outfit, it is for you and your alone. You don’t have to fight.”
He grabbed her and pulled her into a deep, longing kiss. His hands felt like fire against her skin. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her throat causing her to moan as he reached a certain spot. She moved closer to him feeling his cock against her stomach. “I need you to touch me,” she whispered.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You sure?” he asked.
“I wore this for you to take off.” She said taking his hand and moving it down to her panties.
“God your wet.” He moved his hand across her covered pussy. “If I start I’m not going to stop till you scream my name baby.”
“Ok,” she smiled as she moved her other hand against his cock causing him to groan. He grabbed her making her wrap her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bedroom.
That night not only did he get the win but he got his girl, the girl who would become his wife and mother of his children. The girl he would spend the rest of his life with and both had never been happier.
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Cosy cuddles
Bob x reader
Summary: After your very heated introduction with Bob, he was all you needed to find happiness again.
Warnings: fluffy, sweet Bob
A/N: it's a short one, I'm having a hard time writing fluffy things at the moment. Sorry for possible typos, keep in mind English is not my first language.
Mood 🎵:
How they met: beautiful angel
One date had quickly turned into two and the count was now on ten. Most dates had ended in one of your bedrooms, or somewhere on the way, cause yeah, you were just too damn addicted to each other and everything was just perfect. It was needless to say you had a bunch of your stuff over at Bob's place and vice versa.
The dates were now turning into stay overs, walking hand in hand on the beach, meeting with his friends -and sometimes bringing your friend/coworker with you for Phoenix- at the Hard Deck, the more typical boyfriend-girlfriend things. His work did as you promised him not form a hardship in your relationship, as you always found a way to make it work. If it was hard to find a moment to meet, you were sending voice messages to each other, sometimes just sleeping next to each other was the only free moment you had together, but that didn't matter, you were with each other and that was all what mattered.
His friends were had welcomed you immediately in their group, making you feel like one of them and not the new one. They were all incredibly friendly, maybe a bit weird, but all so wonderful. On the side, they had stopped crashing parties.
You can say with your hand on your heart you were feeling the happiness you actually deserved.
Today was one of your date days. He asked to meet you after work to firstly eat an ice cream, it was one of the things you had discovered you had in common, a sweet tooth and your love for eating ice creams at the beach. It was wonderful letting your feet get sucked in the wet sand, the water washing over your feet and occasionally splashing some water at each other. Afterwards he had chosen Italian for dinner in the cosiest restaurant you had ever seen. It was small, with the classic red and white squared table cloth, a little flower on the table and the room lit up with warm light. The day had been perfect, even more than perfect, but there was something lingering on your mind and it made you a bit scared. Bob had proven up until now he was different, that he didn't want to loose you either. But with your history, you needed reassurance sometimes. Normally you'd love it when Bob started attacking you with kisses, knowing where that would lead up to. But today was different.
"I'm sorry Robby I need you, but not in that way." You said with a quiet voice.
"Snuggle time angel?" Bob knew you already enough after two months to what you meant most of the times. He picked you up bridal style to his bed, you burying your nose in his t-shirt, loving how he felt and smelled. He let you change in one of his shirts and joined you on his bed. You were laying curled up, face to face and legs intertwined, feeling his warm hand on your waist. This was what you needed at times and Bob was able to provide it to you without the need to say it with words.
"You don't need to be scared my angel." You snuggled up even closer, letting your head rest on his chest.
"What if I'm not enough Robby?"
"Oh my sweet angel, you are more then enough, you are perfect. I promise you." You laid your head on his chest, immediately calming down from hearing his heartbeat. He has been the only person ever be able to make you feel at ease this quickly, his soft touches, his sweet voice, his carefulness, the way he understood you. Before you could register it all, a deep slumber took over you and lead you to dreamland.
" I love you beautiful angel, always." Bob whispered before falling asleep too.
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