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bellasprettywords · 10 days

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Crappy day at the office (Spencer Reid x Reader)

a/n: This time I bring to you a little conforting one shot, as I had a really bad day at work and all I craved was some lasagna and cuddles

This is not proofread yet, srry, you guys

My masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, and this is kinda lame, I'm just tired and needed comfort

Word count: 962ish bc there are emojis

Being an Assistant District Attorney was all fun and games, until you had your ass handed to you in Court. Sometimes it felt like no matter how much work you put into a case, if the evidence is not completely convincing, and reasonable doubt just shatters the case you so much time and effort you had put in.

After the disaster at Court, the way back to the District Attorney’s Office was hell: there was a huge road block which caused a traffic jam that made you late for a meeting at with your boss; the printer wasn’t working properly, so you had to struggled when printing some files you needed for a deposition, and you still had at least six pending report for the day. Your head started spiraling, but your train of thought seemed interrupted when your boyfriend’s name popped on your phone screen:

“Hey Spence! What’s up?” you tried to answer as casually as you could

“How’s the most beautiful woman at the District Attorneys is doing?” Spencer said, and you could hear the smile that was forming into his lips as he was talking

“The day has been hectic, I don’t think I’ll be home early today; what about you? How’s San Francisco?” you asked hoping your boyfriend’s day at work would take your mind off from the crappy day you were having

“San Fran was great, I mean, it’s great, but actually, I should get back to work. Talk to you later?” Spencer said in kind of rush, which weirded you about a little, but you didn’t mind, at the end of the day, Spencer quirks were a huge part of what made you fall for him

“Alright then, I love you” you said with the hint of a smile curling up on your lips

“I love you too, honey” he said, blowing one last kiss before hanging up the call

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Finally, after a day that felt immensely long, you were finally pulling up into your apartment building, all you could think about was taking a long, hot shower, eating some takeout, and finishing the day watching reality tv to apace your mind. The way up to your apartment you were just eager to call your boyfriend, hoping this time he had more time to ramble about your crappy day, sure Spencer always tried to rationalize your problems with logical solutions, but you just needed to hear his voice to feel at ease.

You were clicking the key into your door, when suddenly, you realized there was a lovely smell coming from your apartment and with a huge grin, you opened the door to see your boyfriend, mighty Doctor Spencer Reid, struggling to take lasagna out from the oven without burning himself or making a mess.

“Hey… youuuuu” you said rushing to hug your boyfriend and you couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear

“How are you, beautiful?” Spencer hugged you back and you couldn’t help yourself to burry your face in the crock of his neck and take a deep breath, inhaling his scent of muck and coffee “I flew in here when I first called you, but I could tell something was wrong from your tone, so I wanted to do something nice for you”

“Damn it with the profiler abilities” you said, laughing playfully and merging into a sweet kiss

“What happened today? You sounded really odd?” Spencer’s voice was filled with concern, and you could see it building it up on his beautiful eyes

“Nothing, everything, it was one of those days, when everything just goes wrong” you started rambling about everything that went wrong through the day, and nothing filled your heart with more love, than seeing Spencer paying full attention to you, memorizing every detail and nodding empathetically sporadically. You rambled and rambled, while Spencer held you and caressed you, immediately making you feel better.

“… So, that’s enough rambling about me, and my tragic life, when I was coming into the apartment I saw a lasagna being taking out of the oven, so I’m guessing it’s for me?” you said trying to wrap it up, and eager to try your boyfriend’s cooking

“As a matter of fact, I did prepare a lasagna, and I’m excited for you to try it, so let’s sit down and have dinner” Spencer said excitedly, serving one generous plate of lasagna while you poured yourself a glass of wine “Here you go ma’am” he said placing the plate in front of you

“Thank you, very much!” you said placing a kiss into Spencer’s cheek; you watched him placing his plate and sitting down, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten with Spencer; he really was the whole package, he was crazy smart, sweet, considerate, and sometimes you felt that his only motivation was making you happy.

“What are you spiraling about?” Spencer said, taking you out of your train of thought

“Nothin’, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have such an amazing boyfriend” you said, grinning from ear to ear, ready to dig in on the lasagna; you watched as Spencer blushed and chuckled like a kid, so you said the magic words both you and your boyfriend loved the most to hear: “I love you”

“I love you even more, now dig in and tell me how amazing my lasagna is” Spencer said with a smug smile and you decided to comply, trying what was definitely one of the best lasagnas of your life, because of course, it was made by the man that you love

Sure, your day had been crappy at the office, but with a boyfriend as affectionate, caring and understandable as Spencer was, you knew even in your most difficult days, you’d be okay.

This is a little shorter than usual, and defenetly is over the place, but I just needed a little fluff for my night

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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keigokoutarou · 1 year

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“Do you like my hips?” Pt. 1.5

Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!Reader

Pt. 1.5 bc I love cliffhangers *smooches*

Find Pt. 1 here! | Pt. 2

Warnings: welcome to my tit talk (literally that’s all that’s here) Suggestive content

Oh you were writhing. Shaking. Beaming with excitement in your seat as you looked at yourself in the review mirror. The ride to base had never felt so fucking long. This 20 minutes used to feel like bliss before you had to deal with the guys but today? You were sure the speed you traveled was considered reckless.

Pulling up to the gate, you stopped for the MP to check your I.D.

“No camos today again sergeant?” The MP asked, trying so hard not to eye your chest.

“Another maintenance day.” You shrugged. “Gotta get the buggies in good shape before our next mission.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled. “Have a good one, Sergeant.”

Oh, I will. You thought to yourself as you waved him off and headed toward the yard as you and soap called it.

Pulling in, you noticed a few other cars and began counting them out.

Price’s Raptor, Gaz’s AMG and Soap’s old FJ. You groaned in annoyance.

“If he doesn’t show today, I’m going to lose it.” You grumbled, pulling your keys and sliding out of your rebuilt rx-7 before shutting and locking the door behind you.

You almost stomped your way through the yard to the last set of buggies that needed attention.

“Swear I could hear you coming down the highway in that thing.” Soap laughed, rubbing his hands on a greasy towel.

“Funny, I didn’t think she was loud enough.” You smirked, following Soap back to the one he was working on.

“We’re about done, just need to do two more oil changes.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead to clear the beads of sweat.

“I can start on one then.” You nodded your head.

“I laid everything out already but um, don’t want to like cover up first?” He raised an eyebrow, lifting his hands up to his chest. “Lieutenant seemed pissed on Tuesday about it.”

“Oh did he?” You quirked an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“Heard him bitching to himself about you ‘flaunting’ all over base after you left.” Soap shrugged.

“Seems like he just needs to get over himself.” You giggled.

“Or he needs to get laid.” Soap chuckled along side you.

“Is he even coming today?” You threw in, silently thanking Soap for leaving the opening.

“He’ll be in shortly. Said he was meeting with Alejandro, the guy we have our new mission with.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “I’ll get started then. Wouldn’t want lieutenant pouty to have my ass.”

“I dunno, he might want to.” Soap winked, turning his back to you and returning to his work.

“Oh you have no idea.” You mumbled to yourself before heading toward the truck.

Time had flown by since you laid on the creeper and rolled yourself up under the buggy with tools in hand.

“Ah, fuck.” You groaned as the bolt to the oil pan fell straight into the drip pan with oil spouting out over top of it. Rolling your eyes, you huffed and dropped your wrench and socket beside you before leaning over to look for the bolt.

“Little shit.” You hissed at the little metal knob for falling instead of staying in the socket. You leaned the opposite way, dropping into a random pan you had found to hold anything important and prevent them from rolling away.

Laying back on the creeper again with a huff, you looked at the engine oil staining your hand and like a light bulb switched, you were filled with a genius idea.

“Whoops.” You giggled to yourself as you wiped the oil on the front of your shirt and purposely made sure a smear or two landed on the tops of your breasts. “Wonder how that got there.”

Evil it was and evil you were. Maybe you had started this deadly war, you thought to yourself as you waited for the oil to drain, but Simon made his move and it would be wrong not to engage in such a fun game of chess.

You were impatient as time passed, closing up the oil pan as it finished draining. On the last turn to tighten it with all your might, you heard your favorite sound.

“She should be around here somewhere.” You heard a deep voice break the every day noise of the base.

It was your beckoned fucking call. You smiled, checking your cleavage to make sure it was ample in its beauty before looking to the sides of you to spot Simon’s signature walk.

To your left, you noticed him approaching from the direction Soap was in. Beside him you noticed another set of legs and you realized that it must have been Alejandro. Your smile turned from excited to devious in seconds. This was going to be fun.

You waited until the got closer, assuming Simon had seen you since he called out your name.

You pushed yourself off the suspension and slid out from under the buggy on the creeper. You held your hand out to shield your eyes from the sun and to catch a clean look at your Lieutenants face.

He held his hand out to you, offering help to get you up so you could properly greet. You smiled, meeting his eyes with a knowing smirk as he not so shamelessly eyed your chest. This time, he wasn’t subtle. His hand gripped yours tighter than ever and in that instant, you wondered what it would feel like grabbing at the inside of your thighs.

“Sergeant.” Simon sounded so annoyed. You were glad.

“Lieutenant Riley.” You were absolutely beaming.

“I’d like you to meet Colonel Alejandro Rojas.” He gritted his teeth, trying so hard to maintain an even tone.

You narrowed your eyes slightly in a playful way before turning your attention to the man beside him.

“Sergeant F/N L/N.” You smiled, extending your hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine.” He might have smiled a little to hard but you knew Simon caught it and that’s all you cared about.

“I’m excited to get a chance to work with you. Captain Price says you’re great with a Lachmann.” You ignored the tall angry man beside you, fully engaging with Alejandro.

“He speaks too highly of me.” Alejandro chuckled.

“I doubt that.” You waved off his comment. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

Alejandro nodded, fully unaware of the part he played as pawn. Sure it was a cheap move but it was too easy. Too easy to dig the hypothetical knife just a little deeper into Simon’s side.

“Price wanted to go over some finer details with you before tonight’s big debrief.” Simon interrupted. “He’s in the large building over there, I’ll catch up with you.”

Alejandro nodded, bidding you one more small smile before walking off and leaving you with Ghost.

You crossed your arms, being sure to push your chest out just a little more as you turned to fully face him in a challenge as you looked up at your lieutenant.

“Playing dirty now, aren’t we?” His tone was shifting, dare you say to a more angry one.

“Was I?” You played innocent, almost batting your lashes at the man.

His eyes seemed to flash with excitement at the realization that you wanted to play. Not just submit to him because that would be too easy. You wanted to draw out this game with him as long as possible.

“You little minx.” He shook his head, crossing his arms to match your stance.

“Lieutenant Riley, I’m not sure that’s how you should speak to your peers.” You tilted your head to the side. “It wouldn’t be great for team morale.”

He looked at you, eyes darting between each of yours and then squaring with your chest.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing at, Sergeant.” His voice was even now, smooth and coated in lust.

“Is it now?” You stepped closer to him, looking up through your eyelashes. “If I recall, you’re the one who started this little game of ours.” Your smirk was wicked and he loved it. “I thought about just giving into you because I’m sure you’d just love that… but giving up this soon would be a waste.”

“You look tough now.” His hands fell to his side, making a step to match yours and close the gap. His index finger found its way under your chin, tilting your face up toward him and making your lips part slightly. “I bet I can wipe that cocky smirk right off.”

“Is that so?” You were trying. So. Fucking. Hard. You almost felt like you were shaking with excitement.

“Give me one chance.” When had his face gotten so close? You could almost feel the puffs of air coming through his mask.

He was being blatant now and that earned him a sweet little gasp from your lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” His words were now close to your ear, breaking every rule in the book by playing this game with you out in the open. “My quarters tonight. 9 P.M.”

He stepped back, allowing you to breathe. You took an extra step at the snap back into reality.

“I didn’t take you as a beggar, Simon.” You smiled. “We’ll see about tonight.” You waved, turning on your heels in an unknown direction to put distance between you and Simon.

“Fucking hell.” He released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding as he watched you walk away and out of sight.

#ghost cod #ghost mw2 #pls i love him #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod headcanons #cod imagine #cod hcs #mw2 hcs #mw2 headcanons #mw2 imagine #cod mw2 #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #cod ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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waxingrunes · 6 months

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I had the shittiest day can you tell us another smutty hc that you have in your head bc the pocket 😼 one was incredible. Love your work, it would make my day all better❤️

Sweet anon, sorry to hear your day didn’t go right. I know this was from the other day but I haven’t had time to put proper thought to it until now.

Another (head) canon, is Sirius has an incurable oral fixation and would be a tease when it comes to using his mouth. This might end up being long but it’s one of my favourites. He’ll build Remus up for hours, maybe days if they’re apart, by taking the time to bring extra attention to his mouth one way or another. Be that through extra slow, wet and focused kisses or sucking a gentle mark or two into Remus’ neck. Maybe by playing with the tip of a pen, his wand, anything, nibbling, biting or toying with an object idly between his teeth. Sometimes he’ll just do that thing where the chain of his necklace will end up in his mouth and he’ll suck softly at it, or tongue along it as though he’s trying to tie a cherry stem. Maybe he’d take Remus’ hand to his lips to kiss it affectionately before sucking a finger or two into his mouth. If they’re apart he’ll get in a mood and wind Remus up over the phone. Dropping details in a faux innocent, whimsical manner about how he wishes he was there, how badly he wants to sub out with Remus’ heavy cock in his mouth. He’d keep going even if Remus was suffering— that would only spur him on, and make sure he’d get them lost in the idea before making his excuses and hanging up. Remus would be left hard, frustrated and desperate, whilst Sirius’d be much the same but so fucking pleased with himself.

After these hours or days of teasing Sirius would finally be on his knees with a content grin, while Remus could only wait. He’d palm at the pent up issue he’d caused and take his sweet ass time making sure Remus’ problem was swollen to its fullest. He’d lick and lap every thick inch, pay attention to his balls because he’d know they’d be full, make a full show for Remus up top of how good he is with his mouth. “Wanna worship you forever moony”. His fixation would always make his mind foggy with submission but his brattiness would conquer, making sure everything sounded, felt and looked wet; he’d make a mess of his mouth before he even swallowed one of those inches. Sirius would love feeling the throb beneath his palm, the sporadic pulses when he did something extra nice, working over Remus’ full and aching length torturously slow.

And Remus? It would depend on the day how he’d react to such a performance. If he was feeling a little more over sensitive, a bit weightless and at his baby’s beck and call, he’d simply watch and let him edge him over and over and over. He’d whimper against his higher power and try not to bust all over his face within the first minute. If his patience was shot however and he’d had enough of Sirius’ little games, there would be a warning in the form of a large hand pinning his jaw, fingers long enough to stretch down to his neck and Sirius would know his throat was going to get bruised. He’d get a light slap to the face. His jaw worked open, his hair gripped and bunched at the root. Fingers shoved and fucked into his mouth, dragged along his tongue until he’s spluttering and his eyes are burning. And he’s so dazed he doesn’t know the fingers are being replaced with Remus’ cock until he feels the stretch and that blunt, familiar weight trying to work it’s way into his throat. It’s a dangerous game for Sirius, but one he’s willing to take a hit for.

#ask #ns

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loversj0y · 10 months

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hey its me glonk

talking about siren/clinic!wilbur.

Imagine Sire having a love/hate relationship with a low-ranking hero.

(Now I say "low-ranking", but it doesn't mean they're weak. They're just... really bad at their job. They can fight, but they're a little too brutal for the public eye. Breaking bones, etc..

So the hero committee says they are too violent to move up the ranks. Ironic, considering that they are the only hero that doesn't kill villains. The other heroes do much worse all the time-- they just keep it under wraps.)

Anyway, maybe the hero has some nullification power. Siren's voice doesn't work on them, so they end up duking it out in a good old fashioned fistfight.

Unless its the hero's lunch break. they only work when they have to.

eventually, when one gets a call about the other and an order to go deal with them, neither knows whether its going to be a snog-in-the-alleyway kind of day or a beat-each-other-to-a-pulp kind of day until they lock eyes.

fuck Enemies to lovers, this is enemies AND lovers.

lonemies. lovemies. enevers. Enemivers? Who knows.

(also. imagine the hero getting fired one day because they incapacitated someone in a rather brutal manner-- on live television. Does the Hero Committee care that it allows its other heroes to do far worse, just out of the public eye? No! Boom, they are fired)

you bet that siren goes asking them ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶p̶h̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶n̶u̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ to join the syndicate.

glonk. you get me. oh my god.

okay i kind of went crazy down below but i love this concept SO much

enemies AND lovers is SOOO powerful. i feel like siren would have a complex about anyone who cant be affected by his power naturally bc on one hand, it pisses him off, but on the other hand, he LOVES it because it allows him to feel secure in knowing they will never think he’s manipulated them and he’ll never have the option to (id imagine growing up, he found it hard to make connections because people who knew his power and didn’t understand it would find it hard to trust him)

i love the idea too of their very first meeting. hero reader is brand new, spiffy, ready to tackle any challenges! and who do they get? literally one of the three top ranking heros. and yeah they’re terrified but they agreed to this so they get ready to fight and siren just is not having it and simply tries to command them and reader is like *oh fuck…wait.* and they both have this mutual realization that he cant use his power and immediately in siren’s eyes. they are rivals. siren manages to get away without any fight due to the shock and processing they both have, but the hero committee quickly hears about it and is PISSED because, from the media’s view, hero reader didnt even try. which is why next time the hero just gets aggressive and physical and the hero committee ALSO gets pissed again and reader is just like ????? already so done with this shit but they’re on a contract fuck.

but oh thats when siren catches them. they’re not really paying attention to patrolling, still pissed off and reeling from the meeting with the hero committee, so it isnt hard for siren to come up behind them and get them pinned down. and he’s all cocky and talking shit, and reader is too tired to actually fight him or be angry, so siren is like. something is wrong here, i want a reaction. so he switches to flirting. and oh boy does that do the trick. and reader is so tired theyre just like. fuck the hero committee. fuck everything. im going to have fun. and they end up making out in the dark alleyway until siren gets called away by the syndicate.

and the song and dance continues, either fighting or making out (though siren does note that the fighting tends to happen more when the media is involved) hero learns more abt the syndicate and is like honestly i cant even hate them bc the hero committee IS bullshit and the committee is up their ass about needing to be better, constantly needing to be better and fight more and help more people, and they let out some stress with thanatos, but it’s more of a “beat each other up until we’re exhausted and can relax” type of fight until hero accidentally knocks him completely cold because his head hit a brick wall. and they look up and the camera definitely caught that. a text about being fired comes quickly, but honestly they dont even care, they’re more just worried that this person is okay, and so they grab his ear piece and tell nemesis what happened and nemesis is like “okay, im going to trust you only because you just got fired. here’s the cafe’s address, ill tell our healer and have someone meet you there” and so hero brings him to the cafe for tommy to heal, and siren is there because of course he’d be there, but it’s for two main reasons: making sure the hero keeps this place a secret, and extending the offer to potentially become a villain (which he notes that they’d need to have a chat about it over dinner specifically, and it definitely is not an excuse to go on a date)

#mar talks #glonk :3 #sirenbur #clinic wilbur soot #glonk you’re so real for this #im literally like. driving halfway across the us rn so this was such a good use of my time while my friend drives #im almost to NC god bless #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

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rozaceous · 3 months

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the blorbo-ification of korvin kwan

set in a combo of @vermillioncrown's 'the pros and cons of digging your own grave' and my 'a sunset every hour,' i wrote a scene for verm as gift fic, because i was so affronted by how mean the narrative was to My Boy (korvin) and how much i wanted him to get wrapped in a blanket and also have a dental visit. hence the title--i spiritually adopted him in a hopefully less cracked version of 'you lost the rights to your oc bc you were mean to them.' (we've all seen the screenshots of those posts, right???)

so this is allie finding out that dick grayson has been hiding an entire twelve year-old from her. she is not well pleased lmao.

Allie’s pretty sure that she’s timed Dick’s work schedule correctly, but she’s also willing to wait outside the doorstep of his latest safe house until he arrives and soothes her frazzled nerves about his general state of being.

What Allie is not expecting is for not-Dick to answer the door, and especially she isn’t expecting that someone to be a wavy-haired East Asian boy who opens the door but doesn’t undo the chain lock, peering through the gap between door and frame all squinty-eyed.

“Um,” says Allie, eyes flashing to the 302 on the door, which is exactly the number it should be. “I’m…looking for Dick?”

The evaluative quality of the kid’s stare does not diminish. “You’re too young to be a girlfriend.”

She’s helpless against the instant full-face squinch that sentence causes. “We’re more like mutually adopted siblings,” she hazards, voice tight, and regretful that everything regarding the usage of Dick's name sounds inappropriate for the public, especially under-eighteens.

A pause.

“Mr Richard didn’t tell you he underwent child acquisition,” he observes.

“He didn’t, and he’s going to rue that fact until the day he dies.”

“Sounds like siblings, yeah. You’re Allie, then?”

“He talked about me to you but couldn’t be bothered to mention you to me?” she mutters, mostly to herself.

“I was trying to pretend to not-hear him talk to you on the phone. Not really possible in this shoebox.” Some of the squinting eases. “If you can prove who you are, I can let you in until Mr Richard gets back. Otherwise I’m calling the cops.”

Allie is…impressed by that statement, she's pretty sure. “I haven’t got a driver’s license yet, but I’ve got a learner’s permit and a library card. Sufficient evidence?”

A hand pokes through the gap, fingers making grabby motions. Three minutes later has her standing in the kitchen, shoes and coat off, and peering at the meal prep in progress.

“Korvin,” as she’s been informed is the kid’s name, “I know Dickard’s idea of a good meal is take-out, but what the fuck? Do you seriously have to cook it yourself if you want a vegetable?”

“Mr Richard makes sure I get fed,” is the dodgy reply, and Allie knows what covering for someone you don’t want to get in trouble sounds like. So she decides straightforward is best.

“Look, I love Dick to bits,” she tells Korvin. “But his life is held together by silly string, boyish charm, and Barbara. Fuck,” she realizes, pulling her flip phone from her back pocket. She holds the power button until the screen lights on. “Yeah, hope that freaks them both out and gets him over here tout de suite.” She puts her attention back on Korvin, who is regarding her with similar wariness as when he first opened the door. “My point is, if you’re not getting taken care of, you tell me, and I make sure it happens. Capische?”

Korvin seems a little too stunned or cagey or something to reply.

She flips her phone back open and opens her contacts before pressing the device into his hands. “Put your number in and text yourself so you can contact me. Which, by the way, is an ‘anytime’ kind of offer.”

Another, slightly wide-eyed look, and Korvin follows her instruction.

Twenty minutes later and even the way that Dick opens the door tells Allie that he knows he’s about to get the ass-chewing of his life. He slinks through the entry like a dog pretending it doesn’t know a thing about the torn up couch cushions, grinning brightly and waving at her across the apartment where she’s removing vegetables from the oven.

“Hey, Allie!” She’ll give him credit that nervousness makes his voice waver only slightly. “See you and Korv met!”

"Hm."

#verm has been pushing for a different title bc this one makes them shy abt korvin being my blorbo i think #but what are friends for if not adopting your si's as their favoritest guy???#so for right now the tag is:#tbokk #we've been noodling abt further ideas for this universe too #hasn't gotten much to the writing stage bc verm is in Writing Hell #but if you've got questions we've got answers

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badbihk · 2 years

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What Goes Around... Comes Around

Toxic jack x ex gf reader

part 1 part 2

it had been a year and four months since jack lost you and he hadn’t had a moment of peace since.

486 days of pain.

6 months of sobriety and intensive therapy. jack knew he had his own problems and narcissistic ways. he had convinced himself that if he put in the work, then you would find your way back to him. that’s how manifestation works right? as much as he learned about healthy coping mechanisms and unlearning toxic behaviors; he still found himself on your boyfriends instagram.

liked by yourinstagram and 142 others

yourboyfriendusername 8 months strong 💪🏾💕 @yourinstragram

yourinstagram 💕

wtf? thats all he has to say? jack couldn’t help but laugh. he knew you weren’t as happy as you pretended to be. two months ago, in the middle of the night, you had randomly unblocked him on everything . neither of you had said a word, but jack knew what that meant. you had gave him the opening and now all he needed to do was pick the perfect time to make his move. there was no way in hell he put in all this work to not get his girl back. he didn’t care who you were dating, hell you could be married and you would still be his girl. he went off of Instagram and opened the messages between y’all. should he text you? he really didn’t want to start shit, but at the same time he didn’t give a fuck if he started shit between you and your man.

you sighed as you turned off your phone. were you gonna meet him tonight? of course not. he did you so dirty for so long. what would you even say? what is there to even say? you say your phone down and walked into the empty living room. your boyfriend was out of town visiting family, leaving you with nothing to do all weekend. you truly liked your boyfriend as a person, but as a partner ? not so much. he was thoughtful and loyal but that’s about all you could say. besides that he was messy, annoying, clingy, and as jack said corny. everything he did have you the ick. you felt as if you were dating a child in a grown man’s body. he couldn’t even make you happy; let alone make you cum. that was never a problem with jack. wtf? why am i even thinking of jack. fuck him. you sat down on the couch and turned on the tv half paying attention. maybe you should just go talk to jack. you never really got closure right? but you would be just as bad as jack was to you if you went over there. if it was going to be on your mind so hard maybe you should just go over there? no. absolutely not.

jack stared at the last message he sent.

read at 5:51

damn. so that’s how you was gonna do him? he shot his shot and you blocked the fuck out of it. now you were just gonna ignore him. fuck that. he didn’t care if he had to pull up at your house and sit outside for 3 days straight. he couldn’t do this anymore he wanted to see you. NEEDED to see you. he felt as though he had played his role. yes he constantly stalked all your social media and called you 30 times in one day, but that was months ago. ever since that day he saw you in person, he made the conscious decision to leave you alone. absence makes the heart grow fonder right? he sat there for 45 minutes deep in thought; debating if he should just come see you. he finally just gave up. after all this over thinking he definitely needed a nap.

jack had been asleep for a little over an hour before he was woken up by his phone going off. he rolled over and answered without checking who was calling.

“hello” he said husky voice while sitting up against his headboard.

“why the fuck would you tell me to come over if you aren’t going to answer the door” you say as you ring the doorbell yet again. “i’ve been knocking for ten minutes. You wanted me to come over and i came but im finna leave bc i feel like you are playing”. were you mad? no, but you were irritated. you put your ass on the line to come over here the least he could do is open the door.

“ y/n I swear to god i was asleep and didn’t hear you my bad im coming now.” jack says practically hopping out of bed and racing to open the door.

as he opens the door, he feels his heart skip a beat. you looked beautiful. he felt like he was seeing you for the first time again.

“ are you gonna stare at me or let me in?” you question

“my bad” he says opening the door wider for you and stepping out of the way.

you weren’t trying to be rude but it was like once you saw his face all the anger came back. you truly loved this man and he took advantage of that. why tf did you even come here?

jack could sense your attitude from a mile away. you had been here for 20 minutes and hadn’t said a word. he sat next to you on the couch as he watched you scroll through tik tok aimlessly.

“ look im gonna go. i don’t know why i came here. i thought we would talk about everything or something but im good on this.” you say while standing up and reaching for your purse.

“wait y/n please don’t leave we can talk if you want to i just didn’t want to bring up everything because i didn’t want to trigger you. i figured if you wanted to talk about everything that’s happened you would bring it up”

you sighed and sat back down facing him. “you go first because i’m pretty sure you understand how i feel based on how i left your ass”

damn. that what probably deserved jack thought to himself. “ look i fucked up. you did everything in your power to keep me happy. you stuck around even when you shouldn’t have, even when i didn’t appreciate you. i hate that it had to take me loosing you for me to finally understand. real love is hard to find and you gave that to me. as cliche as it sounds it was never you because it was always me. i let my own insecurities and demons take over and control me. on top of that i was always drunk and high trying to ignore the battle that was going on in my head. you didn’t deserve anything i put you through and i am truly sorry. i don’t care if you don’t forgive me, i need you to know how sorry i am. i will be spending the rest of my life trying to make it up to you, even if that means just being your friend and supporting you from afar. i made my bed and now I have to lie in it. i do love you and always have but i couldn’t be the man you needed, and i have spent months trying to change that.” jack said while tearing up.

“jack i-”

“ im not trying to be rude but i don’t need you to say anything i just wanted you to hear that so maybe it could give you some peace of mind. i want you happy with or without me.”

you don’t know what took over you, but before you could even think about what was happening your lips were on his and you were on top of him. the kiss was so passionate and needy. it was like you both needed the other to breathe. how could you have gone this long without him? his hands had a tight grip on your ass pulling you as close to him as possible as you straddled him. it felt as if you could finally see him for the first time in almost 6 years. this was the jack you had fallen in love with, and this was the jack that brought out the best in you. it was like you were in a trance until you realized what you were doing. you quickly jerked back, breaking the kiss.

“we can’t do t-this jack” you say standing up and taking a few steps away from him. “i can’t hurt him like this”

“okay I understand” jack says while remaining seated and adjusting himself through his pants “why did you say it like that” he questions

“like what?”

“like you are trying to convince yourself that you don’t want this”

you sighed. he was right you did want this but what type of person would that make you?

“just say the word y/n and ill be on my knees for you right now giving you exactly what you want” he says as he gets up and takes a step toward you, causing you to take a step back into the wall.

you feel his thumb against your clit rubbing circles through your leggings. of course you weren’t wearing underwear today. you could feel your wetness soaking through the thin fabric.

“do you want me to stop?” he questions as he applies more pressure causing your knees to buckle.

“no please don’t stop” you moan out while digging your nails into his shoulder trying to steady yourself.

jack drops to his knees in front of you and pulls your leggings down to your ankles. your hands instantly goes to his hair gripping his curls. he runs his finger across your soaked slit and puts the same finger in his mouth, sucking on it.

“you always taste so good” he says before putting two fingers into you causing you to let out an airy moan. his thumb finds its way to your clit as his fingers work in sync pumping in and out of you as his thumb is rubbing delicate circles on your throbbing clit. with his other arm he lifts your leg up and onto his shoulder giving him better access to you. he replaces his thumb with his mouth causing you to dig your nails into his shoulder and moan out his name. it doesn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm building. it had been so long since you actually had an orgasm and it felt as if you were going to explode. jack adds in another finger as his mouth is still latched on to you.

“jac-ck im close” you moan out as you throw your head back against the wall. you legs began shaking uncontrollably but jack placed his free hand firmly below your ass forcing you to stay up and take it. you squeezed your eyes shut as you cum all over his face leaving his beard soaked. any other time you would be embarrassed about the fact it only took you five minutes to cum, but right now you couldn’t care less.

jack stood up giving you a kiss and allowing you to taste yourself all on his lips. he then went in the other room to clean himself off before coming over to do the same to you. he tosses the towel in the hamper before helping you over to the couch.

holy fuck you. you couldn’t believe you had seriously just cheated on your boyfriend but honestly you didn’t regret it one bit.

#jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurbs #jack harlow instagram au #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow social media au

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absorbedbutler · 2 years

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okayy so angsty austin request - (potentially breaks up/leaves him idk) the reader finds out him smacking olivia’s butt in the bathroom scene was improvised and she gets mad bc he didn’t have to do it he chose to and it’s basically cheating bc he did it out of character.

eep this is my first time writing angst SO I HAVE NO CLUE like absolutely zero idea what i’m supposed to be doing pls be gentle with me 💔

as you sat at a dinner with your boyfriend austin, his costar olivia, and best friend ashley, you smiled and laughed at all the stories being told to you, unable to add anything.

you were nervous about this dinner as you usually are with everything, so austin went to great lengths to make you feel better about this night. you smiled lovingly at him before olivia started another story that you then turned your attention to.

“when you smacked my ass, oh my god i nearly burst out laughing. i cant believe no one cleared it with me before,” she laughed “your boyfriend,” she looked at you “was an absolute mess to work with.”

as the words settled in your head, you plastered on a fake smile as you felt him go rigid next to you, hand freezing on your thigh.

your mind had always skipped passed the scene as a small way to show their relationship dynamic, something they were both directed to do.

things had never been bad between you and him, but he knew the insecurity’s you had when it came to on screen relationships, hearing the horror stories.

“too funny, will you excuse me? i think i wanna wash my hands before the food gets here” you said keeping yourself together as best as possible, knowing you were a ticking time bomb.

you picked up and dropped austin’s hand onto the booth seat next to you as you shimmied your way out, practically running to the bathroom.

your mind was whirring, a non stop buzz in your ears.

you felt hot, almost sick to your stomach. he knew how you though and he knew if the news got back to you about this, you’d freak.

the door opening had your head whipping around, dread filling you when you saw him.

“hey,” he said walking into the bathroom hands opened in front of him as if he was about to diffuse a bomb.

“please don’t, ohmygod please do not.” you said turning back around and gripping the sink counter and looking up, eyes squeezed shut.

“baby, you have to remember it’s just acting. you may not be used to what’s normal in acting.” god you hated when he talked down to you about his career, you weren’t a child.

you didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t stop yourself, you just wanted to at least be alone.

“it’s what felt right-“ he came up to you, hand grazing your upper arm before you flinched it away.

“yeah? since you know about things “feeling right”,” you mocked him “then you should be okay with me feeling like packing my shit and leaving feels right.” you yelled at him hoping he could feel half of what you felt right now.

his arms once again try to touch you, trying to hug you this time, before you smack him away.

“don’t touch me, i am so serious don’t touch me,” you brought a hand under your eye.

he had comforted you time and time again about the rumors with olivia, that’s what hurt so much.

you couldn’t stand to be in the air of the bathroom with him any longer, pushing past him and speeding out the door to finally be able to catch your breath.

waiting until you could calm yourself down to leave, you planned your route to escape the hellish restaurant.

once you had started to walk, you got a far away but good enough view of the table.

you couldn’t help but notice how fast he had bounced back, how you could work out enough words to know he had made up a lie about you being sick and him calling a car for you back, and how much closer he’d gotten to olivia.

#austin butler smut #elvis smut #austin elvis x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #sebastian kydd #austin butler imagine #austin elvis imagine #the carrie diaries

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ghostiiess · 8 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - having a dog with regie be like

pov: you and regie decided to have a dog. how would it be?

warnings: some swears here and there, mention of sex (not with the dog, don’t worry 💀) i think that’s it? let me know if there’s more :)

type: wholesome

member: regie macalino

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

We all know how regie loves animals (btw he recently got a cat!! The name’s marble!!)

Tbh idk if regie is more like a cat or dog type of person

But for this hc, I’ll go with the ‘dog type of person’ just bc i have seen more nsb content with dogs than cats

If you didn’t watch the nsb video about them (the members) rescuing a dog, you have to watch it!!

It’s so cute and adorable, like-

Anyways, i won’t spoil you the video if you haven’t watched it :)) it’s one of their “old” videos (if i can say it like that? Like it’s not recent)

Back on track

If regie would have a dog with you-

Oh boy….

(More under the cut!)

First off, i hope you’re not too sensitive or sad when people don’t give you attention, because if you are… 😬 I’m sorry

Like regie loves animals (not supposed to sound in a bad way, i mean it in a totally normal way)

He would buy the doggie a lot of toys

And when i say a lot, i mean it

This man would go to the freakin dollar store to buy random ugly dogs toys

And he would laugh about them (the toy)

“This shit’s so fucking ugly, bruh”

“Holy shit, man!!! That’s a weird ass section for dogs, cuh…”

He would even film himself buying these 💀

And share it on his social medias

Yes, because he has an ig icon where he put all his ig stories and videos of your dog

Including him buying stuff for the dog

“This one’s ugly af, man…… wtf is that…?!”

AND HE WOULD BUY IT

HE WOULD BUY THE UGLY DOG TOY

And he would laugh!!!

At this point, regie is just buying ugly dog toys because he found them funny

Obvs, he would buy normal one at the pet shop (or everywhere else you can buy dog toys), do not worry

Regie would also call you the mother of the dog

I am sorry, like it has to be said

Regie = dog’s dad

You = dog’s mom

“Wdym, that’s weird?????? YOU’RE MY GIRL???”

“Babe, i love you, but this is our son, this is literally not nice to say this in front of him”

This man would take his job at heart

And i am not even kidding

He would not only give the dog fresh water, fresh food and walks (im saying it like if it was a privilege for the dog to have these, but know that some people do not do that. Some people do not take care of their animals (not just dog owner) like they should be taking care of), but he would also play with him and give the dog all his love

To me, regie would be one the best dog owner

He would make sure the dog’s never stressed or anxious (or at least not around him), never missing something, never hurt…

He would take walks with you :(

He would take a picture of you and him walking together, hands in hands, and would write “ taking a walk with my two babies” (or smth like that, idk)

CAN HE NOT???? CONTROL???? HIS WORDS????

he would make sure everything’s fine

He would do these cute painting dogs paws art, idk the name

With ofc, not dangerous painter for the dog’s paws

He would use dogs paint (yes it exist)

It would be the cutest thing ever

He would film you playing with the dog and sent it to the nsb family groupchat 🫢

“Guys isn’t she the cutest?” (Not talking abt the dog, here)

Idrk if regie would put clothes on the dogs tbh 😭

He doesn’t look like the type to buy dog clothes, but like if you’re interested, then I’m sure he wouldn’t mind…? Maybe?

During lovey lovey time, he would obvs close the door (logic), and also lock the door

No bc imagine you’re doing seggs, and you see your dog watching you 💀

Like idk, wouldn’t that break the ambience? 😭 like idk the dog wouldn’t even understand or care, but like.. IDK IS IT JUST ME? MAYBE?

Anyways, so yeah he would close the door

Regie would be so happy to hear that you are jealous about the dog

Hear me out, please.

Not jealous like “you love our dog better than me!!”

Jealous in a way like “bro, I’m ur gf can u spend time with me, too??? »

This man’s would smile

We already know how his smile is, like… regie’s smile >>

“ I’m sorry, babe. The dog’s just so cute”

“I’m not saying you’re not cute, it’s just… i love dogs, okay?”

You can’t tell me I’m wrong on this one’s, bc in the nsb video, regie couldn’t stay away from the dog

Apparently some comments said he even cried a little bit when the dog had to leave (which is normal, animals lovers can understand the pain im talking about 😭)

Like…

Regie would be a really good dog owner

Random thought: he would make meme of your dog’s face and sent it to you

“He’s fine, dw” then send you the worst cursed picture of your dog

Btw, he would have more pictures of the dog than you 💀

To conclude this hc (i could go on and on and on), regie would be the sweetest dad (dad of the dog)

Bring some tissues because this man’s sweet, he know how to take care of animals and how to make them feel at ease, like the dog in the video was always with regie

Hope you guys enjoyed the hc!!

taglist! (open! Send an ask if you’d wanna be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

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#ghostiiess #nsb #northstarboys #north star boys #headcanon #headcanons #nsbheadcanons #macalino regie #regie macalino #macalino #nsb x reader #nsb headcanons #doggies are so cute #reblogs really help #please reblog #thank you!

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morvantmortuary · 10 months

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Omg so I saw your tags on that one gif set I reblogged and it made me think of what would happen if Maxi, who had no clue that Jude was there because it's a surprise, went up to his room, opened the door and saw this!

(Also, this is one of my favorite gifs of him)

literally me as soon as I saw this in my inbox:

And I can say it would definitely depend on the day; I see likely one of two ways:

If Hex and Rora saw Maxi had been working a lot lately and decided to smuggle Jude in to cheer him up (not that they would ever to admit to that, ofc), he would probably walk in a little bit exhausted, loosening his tie — and just linger in the doorway for a minute, processing. “Aw, man.” He’d walk over, still looking tired but unable to stop smiling. “I must be havin’ one of those really good dreams.” And then immediately just flop over on top of Jude in a hug, and nuzzle his way under his jacket. “Nobody better wake me up, or I’m gonna be pissed.” He’d be content to just lay there cuddling for a while, catching Jude up on everything that was going on with them at the mortuary (and with Seth/Vincent/They Who/whoever was the biggest pain in their collective ass at the time) and then wanting to hear how the other Mathesons were doing and wanting to hear about the bookshop, and the Barrens, and everything else while fiddling with Jude’s hair or his beard or something he was wearing, just as an excuse to keep touching him. (If he’s tired enough, he might even fall asleep on top of him for a bit to the sound of Jude’s heartbeat, but feel like an awful host when he finally woke up and insist on at least making him a proper dinner to make up for it :’D)

If everything was going pretty well, and Jude was just swinging up to say hi/surprise him, then he would immediately yelp with delight and take a semi-flying leap (or as much as he can manage lmao) to pin him down in a hug and just absolutely pelt the man with kisses. There might be some actual giddy feet kicking involved, the man cannot help himself when his Person is around. He’d still want to hear about everything new with Jude, just maybe between making out at least a little lmao. Then provided they don’t get distracted fooling around, he’d see if Jude wanted to go out to any of their usual haunts (some figurative, like the cafe, some literal, like the cemetery) to get food/just hang out, insisting that if he came all this way he wanted to at least take him somewhere fun. Wherever they went, he’d likely be happily chatting away about his most recent services, or the last town council meeting where he’d already brought up ideas for the local Halloween event, or the CEO who mysteriously got fucking eaten and he’s pretty sure he might know the rougarou involved and he seemed nice enough the last time they met just kinda quiet, or Rora’s latest attempt to reanimate something she was calling “Reba” (but that last one might take some explaining best not done in public lmao)

Either way, he would be absolutely delighted, and likely a tiny bit flustered, because lord knows Maxi can’t look anyone he likes in the face for too long without going kind of starry-eyed and a smidgen of blushing lmao.

Thanks for taking the time to send this in, babe! 🥰 this was super cute to find — I can definitely see why this is one of your favorite .gifs of him, it made me have to avoid giggling whenever I looked at it so I didn’t attract attention to myself while I wrote this lol. 😂

I’ll match yours with this one, bc look at that smile. That’s definitely going to show up when he sees such a nice surprise waiting for him lmao.

#nice people!!#jess!! ♥️#jude matheson #menace of the pine barrens #friends’ cryptid slasher ocs #maxi morvant #morvant mortuary #I’m still calling them DeathDevil or Mude (Mood) lmao 😂

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anothanobody · 2 years

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bull rider eren and rich kasa is one of my fav AUs of yours it’s so 🥵🥵🥵🥵 i love mikasa who’s a brat and mean dom eren who puts her in her place and is rude to her but she just gets turned on. she goes down on him and he’s soooo, slaps her face with his cock, tells her if she wants it she should beg bc she’s never had to ask for anything in her life, acting like he’s doing HER a favour by letting her slobber all over it

You basically caught the entirety of the Bull Rider and Richkasa Au in a single thirsty ask LMFAOOOO

I don’t why I didn’t respond to this ask before, I’m ashamed 😭

Warnings: Oral Sex, Masturbation, Brat Taming, Roughness. Eren’s sick of Miks’ attitude 👀

It was the end of a long day, for Eren.

Mikasa, like Mikasa would, had done nothing all day, she had just sunbathed in her expensive bikini and watched him work around the ranch.

He had been too lenient on her, giving her everything she wanted and not even asked.

To suck him off was something that at least she should be grateful for, and had to take as a bonus privilege, but Mikasa always got whatever she wanted so she didn’t see it as that. It was almost her right.

They were together. so his dick it’s hers.

They were laid in bed, she was on her knees in between his legs, pulling down his pants and taking out his shaft, already hard for her to suck and for herself to please.

But he wanted to see her beg a little, he knew she wouldn’t be able to live without his dick anymore, since they met, whenever she could she’d drown to suck him off and get fucked.

He follows her movements attentively, stopping her right before her tongue could touch and lick his tip. His fingers went to the sides of her jaw, squeezing them lightly.

“Beg.”

She giggled. “Eren.” her smile faded away noticing how serious he was. “I don’t beg.”

She narrowed her eyes at him as he slapped his hands off his thighs, sitting up against the headboard stroking himself slowly right in front of her. “What you looking at?”

She looked away, her jaw clenching with fury, her thighs squeezing together trying to find relief. She didn’t want to fulfill his ego. “Are you going to sit there and watch me get off?”

She blushed deeply, but she was annoyed with him. He started to stroke himself a bit more rapidly, she heard his groans and his moans and unfortunately she knew that alone she wouldn’t be able to get off. Not like at least when he used his fingers.

It was needless to say that she folded when he called her. “Come here.” She crawled to him while he positioned on her side, her face was just inches away, but instead of the tip entering her mouth she felt a sharp pain on her ass.

“All you have to do is ask, but you can’t even do that.” He slapped her ass again, she was stubborn though, and while it was punishment for her it was finding some type of relief.

She tried to be sneaky and reach with her lips while he did his own thing, just to be stopped again. “I said beg.”

She had her own reputation, and her own ego and pride. Could she let go? She knew that Eren wouldn’t let her cum if she didn’t do as he wanted.

She stammered it out… a low and fragile - Please.

Her lips were immediately around him as he gave her the go. Her head started to bob up and down his length, using her hand for what she couldn’t cover with her mouth.

Her thighs squeezed together, her back arched, it was truly a spectacle for him.

This brat was that horny that she let go of his pride and really said please. That’s when Eren realized of his own power over her.

To reward her for being a well behaved brat in some parts, his hand trailed all her body, caressing the redness of her ass that he created and slipping in underwear, his fingers going in her.

He thrusted, making sure for his thumb to reach her clit and moved fast, hearing the wetness along her sloppy job echoing in the room.

She clenched around his fingers while she felt his thighs tense and the cum squirting into her mouth. She made sure to suck him dry, sitting up and almost falling back at her trembling thighs, facing him and letting him see her swallowing all his load.

They fell forward as he started to kiss her, her arms going around his shoulders to keep him close.

“See how things could’ve been so much easier.”

“It’s not as exciting with a little of a fight, ren.”

“Shut up, you brat.”

And at the end, Mikasa made sure for him to forget that she ever said please, she denied it and he just imagined things.

I’m wondering how if i do this into a fic… what would be the finale? a wedding? cuz it doesn’t have much of a plot tbh 😭🤣

#^-^.anon #eremika smut #richkasa au

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hakyeonsmonstercock · 10 months

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ok gonna make a masterpost rant on my thoughts / hopes for #hakyeonsolodebut bc he’s coming back soon and i know hwang sejun follows me personally so

1. pre-release digital single

option 1: summer

song: ok i know someone at that fuckass company is gonna be like “omg you should totally do a ballad” so i thought what if we didn’t have to suffer and it was just a little teaser for the album like dream and free tempo and hyuk’s songs were and not the main song? if we have to get a slow song, rather than a ballad i want something soft and sweet like choco chip cookie.

outfit: a mix of the ceci photoshoot and big issue, oversized shirts but less pink and more.. sparkly? i’m seeing stickers on his skin and glitter on his hair but idk that might be a vision for another time. anklets if we’re doing a beach thing. hair curly and parted so his eyebrows show a little (put some glitter on them like aoa cream king) maybe even some novelty hair clips

m/v: aesthetics..... the overused 3:4 aspect ratio solid color background with some objects in front omg.. but i’d eat it up for hakyeon honestly if it was more pastel and told a story. cutesy nostalgic with a girl maybe so he can trend for being boyfriend material again. balloons, very colorful, sunny summer-like,

option 2: autumn

song: i know vixx generally don’t do trends (thank god they never did beat drop chorus noise /barf) BUT, and hear me out, CITY POP is kinda on the rise and his #aestheticcore ass would GO ALL OUT. yukika - neon is like, representative intl stan choice but it is actually amazing. i can see hakyeon going upbeat retro but in my mind the prerelease single is a slightly faster ballad over a vaporwave/futurefunk/citypop instrumental (can you tell i don’t listen to that cringe shit). i can also see some trot elements being thrown in that suit fit hakyeon’s voice

outfits: imagine this picture but with highwasted brown pants instead and a much flowier white/blue shirt with like puffier sleeves? maybe an extra button undone. then a beret (!), huge fucking dangly earrings, and his hair styled wavy like for the big issue magazine. black shoes with a high heel because fuck you or whatever these shoes are called because fashion.

m/v: yeah i want it melancholic and rainy and dark and him singing to a stand mic late at night reminiscing.... the night sky.. stars.. starlights.. get it?

2. title track

option 1: sexy

song: if hakyeon went for a sexy concept, and i could totally see him do cunt very well, bass down low and heavy, something like shinhwa’s first love (!!!), hashtag’s freesm, sujeong’s tiger eyes, OR something with a western pop influence: poison, give it up to me, or even hara’s midnight queen

but the ideal? this song is everything i could ever want for hakyeon’s solo debut. the jrock-pop-dance-edm influences are brilliant, it’s fast paced and hot and leaves plenty opportunities for what hakyeon does best, and that’s stare at a stage camera seductively.

dance: mm a lot of hip work and some flowy arm movements. a little contemporary dance break for hakyeon to flex. female and male back up dancers falling over him/fighting for his attention/serving as his chairs (which he did already lmfao). also that thing where one person moves from stage left to stage right and the dancers behind them copy and freeze in various poses/wave choreography. ALSO there’s a smirk and panting and a growl in this song... if no one got me i know hakyeon’s facial expressions got me!

outfit: THIS gay ass shirt is the ONLY choice wtf!!! taemin move promotions inspired but with higher wasted pants to suit hakyeon’s body type. no necklaces either, maybe gloves, dr martens... the highlight of this outfit would be his arms and lipoma <3 in an ideal world id ask for a little red gradient lip too but whatever, the eye makeup can go crazy instead

m/v: literally let’s bring it back to 2012 give me a box set and 50% dance shots 50% head shots i don’t give a fuuuck!

option 2 / follow up promotions (maybe featuring a female idol): i didn’t ask to be born latina

song: k hakyeon is canonically latinx so his debut song should have a lot of latin dance or even bollywood influences! i’m thinking if solo: koda kumi shake it, , tomochin’s loca, enrique iglesias’ bailamos or if he wants to be quirky he can plagiarize ACCHA ACCHA (get it????)

and if he invites one of his bitches shakira’s la tortura, cocosori’s mi amor, enrique iglesias’ takin back my love . he already covered havana and choreographed it and put his girls in those flamenco dresses soo... we know you want to king

dance: i trust hakyeon to make troublemaker the 2nd most controversial performance in recent history. honestly just want him to do this to shake the table a little bit if he decides to go for a feature.

but if it;s a solo song... belly dancing!!! hello?????/ literally unfulfilled potential all up in this bitch! when he starts feeling ethnic >> he’s gonna be my cousin shakira said my hips don’t lie...

outfit: RED! hello?? arguably his best color? when we put him in a sinfully tight shirt and add lace details and a huge leather corset-like belt and a deep v neck cross with long wide sleeves with details on the chest so it’s borderline a figure skating costume and HELLO WHEN WE CONVINCE HIM TO WEAR A CROP TOP AND BELLY DANCING PANTS AND THOSE SEQUIN SEE THROUGH SKIRTS AND DANGLY ACCESSORIES AND SOME INTRICATE WAIST CHAINS ohHoHHohhhpdhp yes it’s all coming together *brain fuckng explodes* also she should grow out his hair kinda like taekwoon hyde era? embrace your heritage king

m/v: a whole storyline set in like the 50s in which hakyeon is a bartender/cleaner at a cabaret club and he stares wistfully at all the performers on stage and imagines himself up there and practices and then the climax of the song has him receiving standing ovations and as the song closes he’s like jolted from his daydream :’)

OR one of those stereotypical man having an orgy with a bunch of women mvs

4. pussy eating anthem

stellar - vibrato imagery. nuff said.

3. ft. yikyung

obviously this is just wishful thinking but since yikyung’s pretty active rn and has a whole song it’s not too far fetched? what’s far fetched is how close they are irl but i don’t doubt hakyeon will get a lot of his friends to feature, whoever they are.

5. ballad

6. ft. vixx

aww in my light fashion i do think hakyeon would all but force vixx into the studio to do a cute little gift for the fans song <3 i don’t doubt he’d try to include h*ngbin too in some way. i don’t have concrete ideas for this one cuz fan gift songs suck but he’d probably be involved in the production/lyrics <3

#oh sis this draft is from like 2019 😕#hakyeon #vixx #cha hakyeon #vixx n #for posterity

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and i have a story to tell you it wasn’t a dream but it was fucked up like one. when i was hmm probably 10. i was in grade 5. and i had this best friend who was the worst person alive. she was a compulsive liar and she made up stories for attention and she would purposefully exaggerate things to make them seem like she was idk more scandalized than she was. so she started this whole story that she had a stalker who started stalking her in dairy queen and would follow her everywhere she went. obviously she had no proof of this (because it wasn’t true) and by the time she was fully in deep with the stalker thing i kinda knew she was lying. so one night i was at home and she started texting me that her parents were gone and it was just her and her brother home alone and that the stalker was breaking into their house. and i knew it was a lie but i was still like. hmm there’s a possibility this is true here. so i was like panicking trying to get her to safety. she said she and her brother were hiding in their downstairs bathroom and eventually that they could hear his footsteps upstairs. and i told them to call the police because!! if there is an intruder in your house why wouldn’t you call the police. but she’s very adamantly like no i’m not going to call the police i’m just going to wait until he leaves. but like. he very well could not leave yknow. so i’m like fuck this and i call the cops for her and literally while i’m on the phone with them she starts frantically texting me that he left and she’s okay and they don’t need cops she’s literally begging me to tell the cops not to worry. so then the call with the cops ends and i text her again and she admits that nothing she said was true. she was still very much like yeah i have a stalker 😌💅 but she said that he had never been in her house. fast forward she stops talking to me that night and then bam bam bam a cop is knocking on my door i think i’m gonna get arrested for calling them on a false alarm but turns out they’re just there to make sure i’m good. it makes me tell my mom about everything and my mom tells me that i should probably not be friends with that girl anymore and i’m like yeah that’s fair. that’s the end of that night. next day at school in the morning she’s like ugh you should’ve let me handle that and i tell her my thought process. then we kinda ignore it for the rest of the day until the end of the day. we were walking back from the library to our classroom and there were a bunch of parents there waiting to pick their kids up and uh oh my friends dad was there. and he calls me over as i pass and my stomach just drops so far down i thought i fell out of my asshole. and he gets all up in my face yelling at me about how there were cops all around his house blocking off roads etc etc and how irresponsible i was for calling them when there was nothing there etc. he definitely said more but i was 10 and scared because there was this grown ass man 300lb yelling in my face so i don’t remember it all. in the end he said i wasn’t allowed at his house anymore and that was fair i didn’t want to be there ever again.

we stopped being friends not long after and it kinda blew up everything i had because people kinda treated it like a divorce and took her side in it so i ended that year with no friends very sad. during that blow up too it was very dramatic but she still couldn’t stop lying to people she told people that bc of the drama we both had to spend a night in jail which was so wrong. i don’t know how she kept all her friends she was so toxic. i was friends with her during my oh my god i might be gay phase but she was one of those people who was like. lesbians are gross and unnatural and if one of my friends told me they were a lesbian i would beat them up so they didn’t have a crush on me. but also fetishized gay men. thankfully in grade 6 my school would take all the grade 6s to like a camp thing and spend a few days there at the beginning of the year and on the bus up there i sat next to my now best friend and he really embraced my queerness. over the summer break i was kinda going back and forth over me being gay, bi, maybe i’m straight and just find girls pretty, etc. and on the bus ride back from the camp my friend asked me if i was gay so i feel like my previous friend could sense i was queer and purposefully said these terrible homophobic things so i wouldn’t come out or come to terms with it and so she would never have a lesbian friend.

WTF THATS SOOOO SHITTY. I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO PUNCH SOMEONE MORE KILLING HER KILLING HER KILLING HER KILLING HER KILLING HER!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i swear to god evan if i ever see her.#asks #hollyws #evan!

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a choice I don't want to make

Summary- Lando warns you to stay away from his teammate. He also warns Carlos to stay away from you, his best friend. So why couldn't either of you listen?

Pairing- Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

WC-10,234

warnings- making out, age gap (never directly mentioned), angst, Lando's kinda an ass, COVID mentions (timeline 2019-2021), swearing, probably something else I forgot bc she is a hefty fic

lol lets try this again... if you saw this before... no you didn't

F1 masterlist

Silverstone 2019

You had no idea where you were going. Everything was pure chaos, too many people, too many cameras, too many reporters, there was too much happening. You had one goal- get to McLaren hospitality and hopefully someone there would be able to help you. Taking a peek down at your phone you hope for a text from your best friend. The same best friend you were trying to visit.

You understood that Lando was busy, it was race weekend after all, but he was the one who begged you to come to Silverstone in the first place. The same one who promised that you wouldn’t be left wandering around. The same ‘best friend’ who promised he would come and get you if you were lost or uncertain.

You and Lando had childhood friends which quickly grew into you becoming best friends in your adolescent years. Your parents were neighbors, a friendship was bound to happen but no one ever expected the two of you would stay that way. You and Lando were each other's biggest supporters. You were there supporting every karting race, every crash, every win, all of it. So of course you would be here, at Silverstone, supporting your best friend during his first ever Formula 1 season.

Speaking of your best friend you hear your phone ding, and you pray it’s a notification from Lando because you were starting to freak out. Too busy trying, and failing, to unlock your phone you fail to notice the man crossing your path.

A shoulder into yours causes you to drop your phone. A groan escapes you. “I’m sorry,” you look up at the man you bumped into. “I should’ve watched where I was going.”

“It's alright. I should’ve also been paying attention.” The man apologizes, his voice thick with an accent. He reaches down and picks up your phone from off the ground and hands it back to you. “Texting someone important?”

You quickly glance at the screen, thankful there are no cracks. “Yeah, my best friend,” you begin, now seeing that the notification was from your mother asking you to send her pictures, “he told me to text him if I get lost or overwhelmed. He hasn’t responded.”

“Have you ever been to a race before?”

“A few. My friend, the one I am supposed to be meeting, is a driver.”

This piques the man's interest, “Oh? Who does he drive for? Maybe I know him.”

You take a good look at the mysterious man you bumped into and you can’t help but feel as if you know him from somewhere. Sure you were Lando’s best friend, and sure you attended one or two of his F2 races, but you didn’t live and breathe the motorsport as he did.

To be honest you didn’t want to tell the man that you were looking for Lando. Some people got strange when you told them who your best friend was, especially those who were fans of the sport. “Well, may I ask who you are? Because no offense, but the people I normally tell tend to freak out when I tell them.”

“Carlos,” the man says with a slight chuckle, seemingly amused at your cluelessness. “Carlos Sainz.”

Carlos Sainz, why does that name sound so familiar? It takes a moment and once the realization finally hits, you are slapping your palm against your head. This earns you an amused chuckle from the man in front of you. How did you not recognize your own best friend's teammate? It’s not like Lando doesn’t talk about him all the time. And you tell him so. “How did I not recognize you, Lando talks about you all the time.”

“Lando talks about me?” Carlos looks surprised, and touched, at your admission.

“Only every time he calls. I should thank you,” you begin, “he was nervous at the beginning of the year, worried he would feel out of place driving with the big leagues and all. He does nothing but sing your praises.”

Carlos laughs, “Let me take you to him.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

The two of you make your way through the crowd of reporters, photographers, and fans to the safety of McLaren garage, which was the most likely place to find Lando. Carlos’s words, not yours.

You hear your name being called faintly from across the garage and you do a quick 180 to be met with Lando’s boyish grin. He quickly makes his way over, “You made it!” He exclaims, clearly excited.

Lando’s arms are open, awaiting his hug. Instead, you whack him with your purse. “Yeah, no thanks to you asshole. I texted you and tried to call you! I was lost, without Carlos’s help I would probably still be wandering around.” You don’t let up your assault, still frustrated with the boy.

Lando’s hands come up trying to block your swings, “Geez woman, stop, stop,” he finally grabs your purse, “I’m sorry I should’ve made sure I had my phone on me.”

“You’ll be forgiven if you get me a smoothie.”

“Consider it done.”

Satisfied with his answer you pull your purse back from his grip and pull him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you!” You pull away hands now on his shoulders, “My best friend is officially an F1 driver!”

“I have been for a couple of months now,” Lando points out.

“But this is my first time seeing you in your get-up in person!”

The two of you begin to catch up, failing to notice the awkwardly standing Spaniard next to you. Carlos clears his throat, making his presence re-known.

“Oh, so it seems you’ve met Carlos. Carlos, this is my best friend,” Lando introduces the two of you, officially this time.

“I kind of ran into him trying to check my phone to see if you texted. He was kind enough to help me find you.”

“Thank mate,” Lando puts an arm around your shoulders, shaking you slightly, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to my best-est friend in the whole world. ”

You groan at Lando’s embarrassing behavior, “Lando I will punch you.” Carlos gives the two of you a strange look.

“Come on, let us get you that smoothie.” Your face lights up at your promised treat.

Lando grabs your hand and begins to pull you away. You call out to the man behind you, “Bye Carlos! It was lovely to meet you!” You turn back to Lando, failing to see how out of place Carlos now looks. “Lando slow down, you are going to rip my arm out of the socket.”

“So what’da ya think?”

You continue sipping your smoothie happily, “Very good, all is forgiven.”

“No, not your smoothie, all of this.” Lando gestures all around you.

“Oh, why it is very nice Mr. Big League.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He bows.

“Has it been fun, like obviously I know this is your dream but is it fun off the track too?”

“Yeah, it has been. Like I told you over the phone it has been a little nerve-wracking, a lot more eyes are on me now. I have the other rookies, George and Alex, but I still feel the pressure.” You nod along to his concerns. “Carlos has been great too, really welcoming. I look up to him, he is my first F1 teammate and I couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“I’m glad. He seems like a nice guy. Handsome too,” you wiggle your eyebrows at Lando.

Lando groans your name in annoyance and you can’t help but laugh. “What? I’m telling the truth, I’m happy to have some eye candy to look at during the race.”

“I’m not enough?”

“No offense my friend, you aren’t my type.” You joke.

A serious look passes over Lando’s face, “Can I ask something of you?”

“Of course, what’s the matter Lan?”

“I know you’re just joking but, and I know this is going to make me sound like an ass, please don’t say those types of things about Carlos.”

“You’re right, that does make you sound like an ass. You’re not my dad Lando.”

“I know, I know. It’s just, he’s my teammate. If something happened between the two of you and he broke your heart, I couldn’t be civil. I just- It’s just that it’s my rookie season and Carlos has been the best. I really don’t want to end up having to hate the dude.”

“Lando,” you say softly, “I just met him today. Nothing is going to happen, I simply said he was cute. And besides, I could never ask you to hate any of my exes.”

“I know you don’t but I always do anyways. But please, just promise me.”

Lando holds out his pinky and you reach out and interlock yours, “I promise that I won’t do anything with your teammate Lando, I pinky swear it.”

Oh, how that pinky promise would come back to bite you in the ass.

After Silverstone, Lando had all but got on his hands and knees to beg you to come to more races, promising that he wouldn’t leave you to fend for yourself. At first, you were hesitant, sure everyone was nice at Silverstone but you still felt like an outsider. On the other hand, it was hard to ignore Lando’s pleas and puppy dog eyes. So you agreed, you went to Germany, Hungary, Belgium, and finally Italy.

Your first day in Italy was filled with sightseeing, trying different cuisines, and taking loads of pictures to send to your mother to prove that you were, in fact- 1. Alive and 2. Having fun. To your surprise, Lando made a decent tour guide.

All your fun did have to come to an end, Lando was needed for free practice and you were once again left feeling out of place in the McLaren garage. With nothing else to pass the time you take out your phone and begin to scroll aimlessly through social media.

“Are we boring you?”

You look up and are greeted by Carlos whose race suit is around his waist and helmet in his hands.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out there, y’know practicing?”

“I’m on my way, I just saw you sitting here alone and thought I’d check in on you.”

“I’m okay,” you reply with a tight-lipped smile, “I don’t really know anyone here outside of Lando, and while everyone is nice they are also busy.”

Carlos nods, seemingly understanding, “You could always go talk to the other WAGs.”

“WAGs?” you ask, unfamiliar with the word.

“The other driver's wives and girlfriends, you don’t have to stay here.”

“I’m not Lando’s girlfriend.” You clarify, a look of disgust crossing your face at the idea of dating your best friend.

“I know, I’m only saying you might get along with them, might make you less lonely.”

“What about your WAG?”

“I don’t have one,” Carlos says, nonchalantly.

“Oh,” is all you can manage to get out. The two of you stare at each other and you are quick to look anywhere but his eyes. Your distraction- his helmet he is holding in his hands, “You're supposed to be out on the track and I am too busy asking you about what a WAG was.”

“It’s alright,” Carlos waves off your concern, “If you ever need anything and you don’t want to bother Lando, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

You nod your head, “Will do.”

Carlos begins to walk off, now running even later than before.

“Carlos,” you call out and the man in question turns around, “Be safe, and good luck!”

Carlos shoots you a thumbs up, message received.

Practice sessions and qualifying fly by and before you can register it’s race day at Monza. The sun is shining, the temperature is warm but not uncomfortably so, there’s a slight breeze; the day is overall perfect. You have high hopes for the McLaren team today. You wish Lando, and secretly Carlos, good luck.

It’s the 27th lap when Carlos is forced to retire, and the entire atmosphere of the garage has shifted. You can feel the disappointment and frustration of everyone, especially Carlos. You watch as he angrily exits the car and storms off to wherever. For a moment you battle back and forth with yourself, should you follow?

Foregoing any rationalization you decide to follow. It doesn’t take you long to find Carlos, the string of what you assume are Spanish curses leading you right to the man.

“Carlos?” you try to gain his attention, hoping that his anger won’t be redirected onto you. “Are you okay?”

Your voice stops Carlos’s tantrum and he turns towards you. He runs his hands through his hair and down his face. The look of defeat is prominent.

“Honestly, no. I’m pissed off.” He backs up against the wall and slowly slides down to a seated position. Arms on his knees, head between them. You have never seen a man look so defeated.

You knew how to comfort Lando after a bad race, you’ve done it numerous times. However, you felt completely lost in what to do in this situation. This was someone you didn’t know very well, someone you didn’t know at all. Did he like to be left alone, did he like to rant, did he just need support? You sink down to sit next to him. You were about to find out what type he was.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“These things happen, pit stops go wrong. I just can’t help but be frustrated.”

“That’s understandable, you’re human. It’s okay to be upset.” You rub soothing circles into his shoulder. You can’t help but feel there is a line you are crossing somewhere.

Carlos raises his head and rests it against the wall, eyes closed. You can’t help but stare at his neck, his Adam's apple glistening with a slight shine of sweat from the heat of being in the car. You know you shouldn’t be staring and you know you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about licking a broad stripe from his collarbone up his neck. Lando would have your head if he could read your mind; you’ll take your blessing that these thoughts would only be yours.

As if Carlos could hear your less-than-holy thoughts, his head turned in your direction, eyes now on you. “How are you friends with Lando, he’s so…. Childish.”

“I’ve known him for almost 15 years. And trust me you spend enough time with us in the same room and I am just as bad, if not worse, than him. I can just mask it better than he can.”

Carlos nods, “Lando said something about this being your last race?”

“Yeah, unfortunately, some of us have normal people lives to get back to.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t make this last race more entertaining for you.”

You scrunch your nose, “Don’t apologize, this whole experience has been amazing. DNF or not.”

The two of you spend the rest of the time talking, he asks you about your life, your friends outside of Lando, and your hobbies. You in return ask him about his family, his career, and if he has any hobbies for when he isn’t behind the wheel. The two of you are content in your little bubble until Carlos is told he is needed for an interview.

Carlos rises from his sitting position and once fully standing he offers his hand. You graciously accept and Carlos has no problem lifting you off the ground. Offset by the suddenness you tumble right into him, his hands land at your waist, steadying you. There are a few things you notice in that short time. 1- Carlos is strong, you can obviously see it with the way he’s built and that is no surprise, an extreme workout regime would do that to anyone. 2- Your hand fits perfectly in his. It was as if they were puzzle pieces. 3- His hands are soft. You were expecting more calluses but instead, they are the perfect mixture of roughness and softness.

You clear your throat, causing Carlos to let go. “Um, thank you.”

“My pleasure, Hermosa.”

The rest of the 2019 season came and went. You weren’t able to go to any more races, much to your disappointment. You watched when you could and congratulated both McLaren drivers when you could. Yes, both. Lando had given you Carlos’s number, “in case of emergencies, only” he had told you sternly.

It had started out innocently enough, a congratulations text here and there, a comment on a bogus penalty, only things F1-related. Then it became more. Carlos would send you a funny picture he took of Lando, a comment about how childish your mutual friend was. You would send a funny meme you saw of the driver. But that was it, and if it was so innocent why couldn’t you tell Lando?

Before you knew it the F1 season came to an end and Lando was home for winter break. It was nice having him back home, even if it was for a little bit before he went on all his adventures with his other friends.

The two of you were having your weekly movie night. It was Lando’s turn to pick the movie this week and you were on popcorn duty. Watching the seconds on the microwave tick down you waited till the clock hit 00:20. That was the perfect time when the majority of the kernels were popped and the popcorn wasn’t burnt.

Too focused on your duty, Lando had to tell you that your phone had dinged and like a fool, you told him to check who it was.

He called out your name in a curious tone. “What?” you questioned as you walked into the living room with a fresh batch of perfectly unburnt popcorn.

“Why is Carlos texting you?”

Shit. Your face fell and you quickly launched into an explanation, “it's not what it looks like.”

Lando raises an eyebrow and you cringe at how defensive you sounded. “No seriously, it isn’t. I know you gave me his number for emergencies but I texted him congrats after a good race and then he started sending me weird pictures he would take of you, asking what was wrong with you. Then we started sending each other memes. I promise you Lando that is it.”

Lando doesn’t look amused by your explanation, “I gave you his number in case something happened.”

“I know, I know.”

“The two of you are just being friendly?”

“Yes,” you hurriedly say, “Nothing else, it's mostly him asking how I put up with you. I’m giving him pointers.”

Lando sighs, “I guess it’s fine. I mean it is nice having my best friend and teammate be friends. Even if it is you two talking smack about me.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s not talking smack, it’s called giving advice to the other unfortunate soul who has to spend so much time with you. Besides I don’t want to break up the infamous ‘Carlando’ I’d have some very angry fangirls after me.”

Lando sticks his tongue out and you respond by throwing a fist full of popcorn at him.

Lando and you spent a few more days of winter break together, savoring the normalcy of the holidays and each other's presence before you are both dragged into different directions.

2020 starts the same as every year. New Year’s resolutions are made and then quickly abandoned. Valentine's Day is still spent painfully alone, your only comfort is the box of chocolates Lando has sent you just like he does every year without fail. However, the world is thrown into chaos with the emergence of COVID-19. Everyone, including yourself are thrown for a loop. With the world trying to adapt to the chaos, you are forced to work from home, lockdowns are in place, public events are canceled, things are postponed, and the whole world is on pause.

Lando and you FaceTime and text. He expresses his disappointment with the season being limited and not being able to be on the track for a full season. You remind him that it’s for the best and he agrees, he’s just upset.

Lando isn’t the only driver you keep in contact with. You and Carlos have been talking more and more, the both of you feeling the effects of isolation. You are thankful to have the company in trying times like these.

You and your routine are interrupted by the familiar sound of Lando’s ringtone. You answer with a chipper ‘Hello!’

“He’s leaving.”

“What?” you ask in confusion, not knowing who ‘he’ was.

“Carlos. He got an offer from Ferrari, next season he’ll be driving for them.”

“Oh Lan. I’m sorry.”

“I mean I’m happy for him, truly. I just didn’t expect it to hurt this much.”

“I can imagine. He was your first teammate. You guys have a bromance. It’s okay to be upset.”

“Why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t he say anything.”

“I don’t know, maybe it happened all too fast. I don’t know how your contracts work but maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I typically am.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably die.”

“Did Carlos mention anything to you?”

“To me?” you question.

“Yeah, when I spoke to him last he said the two of you had been texting and I was wondering if he maybe said anything?”

Carlos told Lando the two of you had been texting? It wasn’t anything major, so why did you have this flutter in your stomach? “No, he never mentioned it. I’m sure he would’ve mentioned it to you before he ever said anything to me.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, again.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I mean drivers move teams all the time, we’re always getting new teammates. It just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You and Lando talk for a little longer before he tells you goodbye, promising to call you later. As soon as he hangs up you are opening up your message thread with Carlos, wishing him the best with the move.

‘so I take it you heard’ he replies instantly.

‘Lando called and told me. he was a tad bit upset.’ You tell him, only feeling a bit sorry for how you throw your friend under the bus.

‘I was going to give him a ring’

‘you should’

‘you told him we were texting?’ you ask not even seconds after you sent the last message.

‘he asked how I was spending my quarantine, I am no liar’

‘I only ask because he asked me if you mentioned anything in passing’

‘it was truly an in-the-moment thing. it happened so fast’

‘I understand, just give him a ring when you can’

‘anything for you, Hermosa’

You’re lucky there is no one else in your apartment to see the way you grin at the screen. Every time your phone dings you can’t help the giddy feeling that bubbles within you, hoping that the notification is from Carlos.

You couldn’t tell Lando, but you felt yourself harboring a tiny crush on the driver who is known as the “Smooth Operator.” It was, in your eyes, nothing major. He had an amazing sense of humor, he was kind and welcoming, it also didn’t help that he was insanely handsome. How were you not supposed to develop a crush?

Silverstone 2020

Lando was insistent that you should come back to Silverstone, saying that this time you knew where you would be going and that due to restrictions there wouldn’t be as many people wandering around. And after careful deliberation you had decided to appease the boy, agreeing to come to yet another race.

You are making your way towards McLaren hospitality when you hear someone call out your name. The voice doesn’t belong to your best friend and you don’t know anyone else that well for them to be calling after you. You shake it off, assuming that someone else shares your name. That is until you feel a hand land on your shoulder. Panic swells through you, and you quickly turn around, batting their hand away.

“Easy there, Hermosa. It’s just me.”

You place your hand on your chest, taking a deep breath in. You take a good look at the man, you can see his warm brown eyes, the rest of his face covered by his mask which dons his signature 55. “You scared me, Carlos.”

“That wasn’t my intention.”

“Then what was?”

“Lando told me that you were attending, I came to find you and make sure you weren’t lost, again.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“I am a gentleman.” It sounds like he is trying to convince himself more than you.

“Well then, lead the way.” The two of you walk side by side, too busy in your own little world to notice the cameras on you.

The rest of the day goes off without a hitch, the boys go off doing their duties. You are once again left to aimlessly scroll through your socials, Instagram had nothing new to offer so you decide to brave Twitter. Scrolling through random tweets, you are surprised to see yourself on one of the F1 update pages that constantly comes up as ‘something you may like’. The picture is clearly of you and Carlos. One of them detailing the moment Carlos startled you, and the other is of the two of you walking shoulder to shoulder into McLaren hospitality. The caption reads- Carlos Sainz and a mystery woman spotted together.

Mystery woman? You guess that is what you look like, especially with your mask. You weren’t fully unknown. People knew of you as Lando’s best friend, the two of you had countless pictures together. That didn’t mean everybody knew you and by how friendly you and Carlos look in these pictures it was reasonable to draw such a conclusion.

You knew if Lando saw these pictures he would instantly recognize the woman as you, and you had to bring it to his attention before anyone else could. You refused to look at the comments on the post, knowing that they would only be full of speculations.

You spent the rest of your time anxiously waiting for Lando. You suppose he wouldn’t be too freaked out, considering that he had told Carlos to come get you.

“Lando,” you shout, seeing the familiar head of curls.

“Enjoy practice?” he asked.

“Huh, yeah. Fun.” you absentmindedly say, “Listen if you go on Twitter and see those pictures of Carlos and me, it’s nothing. He was just coming to find me like you asked.”

Lando looks confused, and you mentally kick yourself. Maybe he would’ve never seen them or better yet, never said anything.

“What pictures? I never sent Carlos to find you? What are you talking about?”

Well, shit. “When I got here I was walking to hospitality and I heard my name being called, I didn’t think anything of it because it wasn’t you and I don’t know anyone else. Turns out it was Carlos and he told me that you mentioned to him I was coming here and that you sent him to make sure I didn’t get lost again. I thought you sent him to find me because you were busy.”

“No,” Lando drags out. “I mentioned in passing that you should be coming soon, I never asked him to go get you.”

You are left speechless, did you understand Carlos wrong? Did he just seek you out because he wanted to? Did he want to see you without Lando around? Maybe you could ask him the next time you see him. Maybe-

You are brought out of your trance by Lando snapping his fingers. You frown, “Don’t snap your fingers at me, I’m not a dog.”

Lando shakes off your annoyance, “I was trying to ask you- what pictures?”

“Oh, right. Some F1 update page on Twitter got pictures of us and they are calling me,” you bring up your hands and make air quotes, “his mystery woman.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Lando it’s not that big of a deal! I wanted you to hear it from me instead of seeing it randomly online.”

“Not that big of a deal?”

“It’s really not!”

“What happens when people figure out it’s you?”

“He was just making sure I didn’t get lost again!”

Lando rolls his eyes, “I’m going to go talk to Carlos.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaim, “You are making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

Lando takes a deep breath, and you can see the gears turning in his head. “You’re right. I’m making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“I still want to talk to him.”

“Lando,” you say warningly.

Ladno throws his hands up in defeat, and you believe that is the end of it.

Lando ends up in P5, and you are too busy celebrating his success to notice the tense looks between teammates.

As usual, Lando berates himself, telling the press that if he did x, y, and z differently maybe he would be up on the podium, celebrating a bigger win. And as usual, you call him out on his nonsense- telling him there are more races in the future, more chances for a better finish, and that tonight he should celebrate, he should be living in the moment.

So that’s what he does. Lando invites the McLaren garage out to dinner as a celebration. While not everyone is happy with today’s results, many accept the invitation. The aspect of free food and drinks is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

You are in a conversation with a few of the mechanics, trying to get to know everyone a little better. The conversation is quickly interrupted by cheers and you turn around to see what the commotion is about. You see that Carlos had decided to come out after all. He is being greeted left and right by the members of the garage. You wait patiently for him to make his way to your table.

“So you made it out after all?” you ask, voice slightly raised to speak over the music and other conversation.

“I did, I wouldn’t be a good teammate if I couldn’t celebrate Lando’s success, no?”

“He’s excited, I mean it isn’t a podium finish but it’s an improvement.”

Carlos nods in agreement. “Is that seat taken?” He points at the empty seat on your left.

“No, I don’t think so?” You can’t recall anyone sitting there before Carlos came in.

“You don’t mind if I sit here then?”

“Be my guest.”

Carlos sits down and sheds his jacket against the back of the chair. “Where’s Lando?” He asks, leaning back in his chair to get comfortable.

“I have no idea, probably chatting with someone.”

“Leaving you alone again?”

“I’m making friends, and besides I’m not alone anymore.”

Carlos hums at the fact. He picks up a drink menu, quickly glancing over it. “Do you want something to drink?”

You point at your glass of lemonade, “No thank you, I got mine right here.”

“I mean a drink, drink. A cocktail.”

“No, I’ll probably end up driving Lando back to the hotel.”

“Ok then,” he shuts the drink menu and puts it back towards the middle of the table.

“You’re not getting anything to drink?” You ask him, surprised by how quickly his tune changed.

“If you aren’t going to get anything, then I won’t either.”

You nod, surprised at the ‘it’s as simple as that’ attitude he holds.

You turn your attention to the dinner menu in front of you, you settle on the pasta section, more than likely to order something off of there.

“What are you thinking about getting?” Carlos asks.

“Probably some pasta dish that I’ll end up regretting later tonight.”

“Do you cook a lot?” Carlos asks.

“Not as much as I would like to. Why? Are you some sort of chef in your spare time?”

“I like to cook, yes. I have a good recipe for pancakes.”

“I love pancakes, you’ll have to share it with me sometime.”

“Or I could make them for you.”

You are luckily saved from trying to come up with a response due to the waitress coming around asking if anyone was ready to order. The rest of the night is spent like that, you and Carlos talking. Him making comments that cause your heart to hammer in your chest. The two of you are interrupted occasionally by other members of the team. Lando even finds his way over, and you can tell he is too far buzzed to care that you and Carlos are seated so close together.

By the end of the night, your cheeks are hurting from how much smiling you’ve been doing the entire night. You aren’t ashamed to admit that you are reveling in the attention Carlos is giving you.

“Will you be coming to any more races this season?”

“Unfortunately no. As much as I want to, my work schedule won’t allow it. Silverstone is closest to me and the others would be too much traveling just to be back to work on Monday.”

“A shame, I enjoy spending time with you.”

You laugh. “You can’t say things like that Carlos.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me like you more.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“Kinda,” you shyly admit.

“Do tell.”

“Well, the more I like you the more I want to do the opposite of what Lando asked me.”

“What did Lando ask you?”

“I think you know.”

“Well if he said what I think. Then I also want to do the opposite of what he told me to do.”

You had a feeling, even after you had asked Lando to leave it alone, that the Brit had a few choice words for the Spaniard. You had no proof, only a gut feeling. But here Carlos was telling you that your best friend had in fact talked to him. You couldn’t help but be curious as to what his exact words were.

“And what did he tell you?”

“He asked, no he demanded, that I stay away from you. That you are his best friend and I shouldn’t do as much as look in your direction. He told me, quite sternly, no hugging or touching of any sort.”

You snort. “So we both have our warnings then.”

You take a good look at Carlos, you have been admiring the man all night but looking at him now feels more intimate. The sleeves of the white dress shirt he is wearing are rolled up to his forearms. One arm is propped up on the table in front of you and the other rests comfortably on the back of your chair, his fingers lightly brushing against your shoulder. It looks as if he was taken directly out of a fairy tale, the soft lighting of the restaurant enhancing his features.

You open your mouth ready to tell Carlos what he wants to hear, but you quickly close it at the sound of Lando’s now shrill voice calling out your name. You give Carlos a small smile, maybe this interruption was for the best.

“There you are!” Lando exclaims as if you have been hiding from him.

“I haven’t moved Lan.”

“Oh, well to be honest everything is moving right now.”

You know that Lando has had more than enough and that, much to your disappointment, you need to get up and get him back to his hotel room.

You rise out of your seat and make your way over to Lando, who grabs onto you like a lifeline. You turn to Carlos “Tonight was fun, thank you.”

“Anything for you hermosa.” Lando makes a face of disgust at the name but he doesn’t comment on it any further. “Do you need any help getting him back?”

“No, this isn’t my first rodeo. We’ll be okay.”

“Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight Carlos.”

You begin to walk Lando to the car but the sound of Carlos calling your name has you turning around, “I’ll call you!”

You give him a thumbs up. That night after Lando is tucked in bed safely in his hotel room you can’t help but pace the length of your own room. So much has happened tonight and it was all too much for you to digest. Lando had sought out Carlos to tell him to stay away from you. While you knew Lando had good intentions you couldn’t help but be a little peeved. Telling people to stay away from you. Who did he think he was?

Carlos’s words play on repeat in your head ‘Then I also want to do the opposite of what he told me to do.’ How are you supposed to sleep after hearing that? Eventually, your exhaustion outweighs your overthinking capabilities and you fall asleep thinking of Carlos’s promise to call you.

And call he does. He calls you after the Spanish GP. He calls you after the Belgian GP. You are the one to call him after the Italian GP, congratulating him on getting P2. Then he is back to calling you after every race, regardless of ranking. The call always begins the same, “How is my beautiful girl doing today?” It never fails to make you swoon.

You could live in this bliss forever. It’s nice to have this type of attention on you. You have never felt this way about a boy before. However there is this feeling of guilt, you haven’t told Lando about any of it. It eats away at you, not being able to tell your best friend about any of this. The more you think about it the sicker you get.

You figure that you’ll wait till winter break to tell Lando about how you truly feel about Carlos seeing that their time as teammates will have come to an end. Then you’ll be able to tell Carlos how you truly feel without any of the guilt.

Well, ideas are typically easier than the execution. The 2020 season comes to an end and you and Lando fall back into your yearly routine. You are once again back in your flat for a movie night. It is your turn to pick the movie, and Lando is staring at the clock of the microwave waiting for it to hit 00:20.

“Lando,” you call out, “can we talk?”

He walks from the kitchen and places the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before taking a seat on the couch resting his chin on his fist, “Sure bestie, what do you want to talk about?”

His easygoing tone didn’t put you at ease. You didn’t expect to feel so nervous. You were just telling your best friend that you had feelings for his now ex-teammate. So why were your hands so clammy?

“So you know how at Silverstone in 2019 when I told you I found Carlos cute and you asked me to not do anything?” Lando says your name in a warning tone. You continue on, “Well I might have accidentally developed feelings for him.”

Lando’s face holds no expression and you don’t know whether or not that is a good sign. “We’ve been talking almost every night and Lan, I’ve never met anyone like him.”

“For how long?”

“Early this year at Silverstone.”

This is what sets him off, “Since Silverstone?! That’s nearly 5 months! And you’ve kept this from me the entire time.”

“Because this is how I knew you’d react!” You defend yourself.

“I asked you not to and then you go behind my back, of course I’m pissed!”

“All we’ve done is talk! I haven’t even told him how I feel yet! Besides you asked me not to do anything with your teammate, last time I checked he’s not your teammate anymore!”

“That doesn’t matter!” Lando shouts, “He will still be my first teammate. He will still be someone I look up to. I thought you would understand that!”

“That’s why I am telling you now! I didn’t want to admit my feelings and have something happen behind your back.”

“You already went behind my back!”

“I think you’re being overdramatic,” you tell Lando, fed up with how he is acting.

“And I think that you aren’t taking me seriously.” You roll your eyes at his comment and he isn’t taking you seriously, so his point is? “Y’know what I have to go,” Lando stands and gathers his things.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t want him to stay if the two of you are just going to continue to argue. But you don’t want him to leave angry. Before you can ask him if you can try and talk about it he is slamming the front door.

You sigh, leaning back into your couch, staring at the ceiling as you think about how none of this went according to plan. You reach for the remote and turn off the TV, no longer in the mood to watch a movie. You pop a few pieces of popcorn in your mouth and you can’t ignore the burnt taste they leave in your mouth.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve heard from Lando. That’s the longest the two of you have gone without talking to each other. Granted you also could reach out to him but you were still mad at the way he reacted. You knew he had a reason to act the way he did, but who did he think he was dictating who you could and couldn’t have feelings for. He wasn’t your keeper.

In those two weeks you have also been ignoring Carlos’s calls. You take it by the few messages of his you read that Lando had called him. The two of you seemed to be in deep shit with the Brit. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to lose your best friend over a boy. Especially without knowing how that boy felt about you. You had a feeling, but you weren’t 100% certain.

The familiar sound of Lando’s ringtone is what snaps you out of your thoughts. You stare at your phone fighting with yourself on whether or not you should answer it. You answer it before you can chicken out, “Hello?”

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing out of Lando’s mouth.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I was an ass that night at your flat.”

“You were.”

“But I am not sorry for saying you don’t see my side.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know how I can say this to explain it properly on how I feel about it.”

“You don’t have to, I think I get it. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you over the maybe of a relationship.”

“Really?” Lando sounds surprised.

“Yeah, it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two weeks. I’ve missed talking to you.”

“I’ve missed talking to you too. So are we all good?”

“We’re all good.”

While it was a relief that you and Lando were talking again, there was this hole in your heart. You didn’t know what to tell Carlos, you still had feelings for him. Feelings that weren’t going to fade anytime soon.

So, you didn’t tell him. You called Carlos and told him all about the past couple of weeks. And of course he listened to all your concerns. Life would be so much easier if he hung up on you. It would be so much easier if he said this was a waste of his time. Instead, he made it so much harder by telling you he would wait for Lando to come around.

You were truly screwed.

Monaco 2021

Monaco was a sight to behold in general, but it really became a sight when you spotted Carlos decked out in Ferrari gear. You appreciated the sight because you and Carlos’s little secret would all come crashing down in a matter of minutes.

This was the first time you had seen Carlos in person since that night the two of you spent talking to each other at the restaurant celebrating Lando’s P5 at Silverstone. So how was it possible that Carlos had become more attractive?

Lando had kept you close the entire time as if he didn’t trust you not to wander away towards Ferrari and ultimately Carlos. But even Lando can’t keep an eye on you forever.

So there you were, feeling like an outsider standing in the Ferrari garage decked out in your McLaren gear that Lando had all but forced you to wear. However, you would brave the feeling if it meant congratulating Carlos on his P2 finish.

It wasn’t easy sneaking someone who looked like a walking papaya into the Ferrari garage, but as the saying goes, if there is a will then there is a way. And Carlos most definitely had the will.

“You look good in red,” you tell him.

“And I think you’d look better in red.” Flicking the rim of your McLaren cap to emphasize his point.

“You think?”

That little comment is all it takes for Carlos to pull you around a corner away from prying eyes. “I know,” he says, taking off your hat and dropping it to the floor.

It doesn’t seem possible but somehow Carlos moves closer to you, caging you between his body and the wall. One of his hands is on the wall to support him as he leans further into you, the other is at your waist rubbing circles. All this attention makes your brain short-circuit.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll stop,” he mutters, mouth awfully close to your neck.

“You know that would make me a liar,” you whisper. You sound pathetic, but you’ve been wanting this for a long time and by the lust in Carlos’s eyes, you can tell he’s been wanting this for just as long.

If someone were to ask you who closed the distance between the two of you first, you would have to say it was a tie. You imagined this situation before but your imagination was no match for the real experience. Carlos’s lips are softer than they look if that was even possible.

The kiss was soft, warm, all you imagined, and more. It was short and sweet, something respectable. But you were greedy, you had been waiting for this moment for a long time so while short and sweet was nice, it wasn’t something you were going to settle for. Grabbing Carlos by the collar of his fireproofs, you bring his lips back to yours and Carlos seems to have received the message and reciprocates the hunger. Both his hands have moved from their previous home and now cradle your check and the back of your head.

The two of you need to breathe eventually, a shame. You nip at Carlos’s bottom lip before the two of you separate, each desperately trying to get air back in your lungs. Carlos rests his forehead against yours before he attacks your face with kisses. Cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, anywhere he can reach he is kissing. You giggle at the bombardment. It's only when he stops you are able to get a good look at his appearance. His pupils are blown, his lips are red and swollen, his hair is more messed up than before from your pulling.

The two of you share this bubble of calmness. Each of you occasionally goes back for another kiss. You could stay here forever with him not having a care in the world.

“Are you two fucking kidding me?!”

The shock of Lando’s voice causes you to recoil out of Carlos’s arms and right back into the wall. Carlos’s grip doesn’t falter; if anything, it tightens. There was no way that the two of you could talk your way out of this. You are like a kid getting caught sticking their hand in the cookie jar before dinner. You were the kid and Carlos would be the cookie jar in this situation.

“Are either of you going to look at me and explain yourself?”

“Lando,” Carlos begins finally letting go of you.

“I don’t want to hear it from you, I want to hear it from her,” Lando points at you and Carlos is quick to move in front of you, blocking you from Lando’s harsh glare.

You place a hand on Carlos’s shoulder and move out from behind him, “Lando, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? Going against my wishes? Lying to me? Being a bad friend?”

“Don’t you think you are being unfair?” Carlos interrupts him.

“I’ll get to you later,” Lando points at Carlos, “I came here because I was looking for you so we could go celebrate.” That’s right, you and Lando were supposed to go out and celebrate his podium finish, and here you were, making out with his ex-teammate. Maybe you were a bad friend after all. “And when I couldn’t find you, someone told me they saw Carlos leading a girl wearing orange into the Ferrari garage. And I thought to myself ‘that couldn’t be her, right?’ Wrong! I find you locking lips with my ex-teammate!” Lando rants, face turning redder and redder.

Blood rushes to your head in shame and embarrassment. You had no words to try and diffuse the situation, afraid that whatever words came out of your mouth next would only set Lando off further.

Lando steps around Carlos and grabs your wrist, “Come on, I am taking you back to the hotel. You are packing your things and getting on the next plane back home.”

You plant your feet, “I’m not going anywhere with you, you are not my keeper.” You try and hold your ground, “I have told you this before. So who do you think you are telling me what to do? You are not my father. You are not my mother.”

Lando drops your hand, “I am your best friend!” he shouts. “I am the reason you are here, you are my responsibility.”

His words, while true, stun you. Without Lando you would never have been able to travel to all these luxurious places. You would have never been able to experience these different cultures. You would have never been able to enjoy the different cuisines. You would have never met all these wonderful people. You would have never met Carlos. So why couldn’t you do the one thing he asked of you? Why couldn’t you stay away from Carlos?

You hang your head in shame and move closer to Lando. Carlos is now the one to grab your wrist, his grip softer than Lando’s.

“I don’t think you should go with him,” his eyes pleading.

“I’ll be ok.”

“Are you sure?” You nod at his question, if he doesn’t believe you he doesn’t show it. “I’ll call you.”

You shake your head in a silent plea not to and Carlos visibly sinks in on himself, nodding in understanding.

The entire journey back to the hotel is filled with silence. You can’t stand it. You feel like crying, not because of what has happened, but of what is to come. You know deep down that your friendship with Lando will never be the same.

“Why?” Lando is the first to break the silence with the one-word question.

“I told you how I felt over winter break but you didn’t listen.”

“And you didn’t listen to me! Neither of you did. So after I voice my concerns, after I share my feelings, the both of you still decide to go behind my back.”

“I wasn’t planning on making out with him!” You know it’s a lousy defense, but it is the truth.

“That doesn’t mean you tried to stop it. That doesn’t mean the both of you weren’t happy while shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. You betrayed me.”

His explanation makes you want to laugh but you find the restraint not to. “You are being unreasonable.”

“I don’t think I am.”

“Lando I love you, y’know that right?” You turn in your seat to look at him head-on, in the passing street lights you can see the way his jaw clenches. “We have been friends a long time, and in all those years I have been nothing but supportive. I have listened to your advice and I have heard your concerns. But this, Lando, is something I can not listen to you on.”

“So you’ll throw 15 years of friendship away?”

“I never said anything about throwing away a friendship.”

“Well if you choose him you might as well be.”

“Are you kidding me? Are you making me choose?”

Lando pulls the car into the hotel’s valet, puts the car in park, and turns to fully stare at you.

“What if I am?”

“You are such a prick,” you get out of the car and slam the door behind you. Lando follows, hot on your tail.

“So what’s your answer?”

“I’m not giving you one.”

You have never been more thankful for the hoards of fangirls that wait outside the hotel; while they most definitely caught the tail end of the argument, they provided you the opportunity to slip into the lobby and into a waiting elevator without Lando.

Back in your room is when you allow the tears to escape. You’re unsure if they are caused by anger, frustration, regret, or sadness. The most likely answer being all of the above. How did you let this all go wrong? You wish there was a way to turn back the clock and prevent this all from happening but there wasn’t. You made your bed now you had to lie in it. Falling backward on your bed you stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do now.

Lando was selfish by asking you to choose. You were acting selfish by thinking you would be able to have it all. If you picked Lando you would surely be hurting Carlos and vice versa. You didn’t want to do that to either of them. You knew that you had caused damage to the duo’s friendship and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

Sighing out, you thought of the next steps. You knew that you would have to talk to both drivers and you knew that your choice was bound to hurt both of them. Your phone dings and you hope for once that it is not Lando. Luckily it’s not him however it is the other driver you were hoping to avoid for the rest of the night

‘are u ok?’ the message reads.

Another message comes quickly after, ‘come to the roof. I want to make sure that you made it back in one piece with my own eyes.’

You shoot back an ‘omw’ and you begin your walk to the roof. Dread pools in your stomach. You have had enough arguments to last you a lifetime and you only prayed that Carlos would be understanding.

“Carlos?” you call out once on the roof as you look around trying to spot the man. Carlos calls out your name softly and that is all it takes for you to break. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?”

You gesture at the two of you, “This, a relationship.”

“Is this because of Lando?” He asks quietly, and you know deep down he already knows the answer.

“I think you know it is.”

“Why does it matter what he thinks?”

“It matters because he’s my best friend!” You shout. “I can’t lose a 15-year friendship for the chance at a relationship.” But you already did judging by Lando’s reaction in the car earlier. There is no point in trying to stop the tears, it would only make all of this more painful. You let out a pitiful “I’m sorry,” in between your hiccups.

With blurry vision you see Carlos raise his hand, trying to wipe your tears. You have to turn your head away from his touch, knowing that it would only make this harder. He lets out weak, “mi amor” at your aversion.

“How can you be friends with someone who makes you choose?” Carlos asks. You had asked yourself the same question the entire ride back with Lando. How can you be friends with someone who called you a bad friend, someone who says you betrayed him?

“You don’t think I’m mad at him? I know he is not my keeper. He is, however, my best friend. He told me and you,” you point at the Spaniard, “that he didn’t want us messing around and we disregarded his feelings. He’s hurt and he has every right to be. We lied to him!”

“That’s when we were teammates!” Carlos runs his hands through his hair, “I respected his wishes then because I understood. I tried to put myself in his shoes and I saw how it could end badly. But why not now? I’m with Ferrari, so why not?”

“Lando worships you! You might not see it, but he holds you on this pedestal. He’s afraid that if something happens the two of you won’t be friends. And I can’t do that to him. I won’t do that to him.” You let out a breath. After tonight you were unsure where their relationship stood and you hoped that removing yourself from the equation would do some good. “Carlos please believe me when I say this wasn’t a choice I wanted to make.”

“But you’ve made your choice, no?” The manner in which Carlos asks is cold, and while it's not surprising it doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

“I’m sorry Carlos,” you repeat the saying, hoping that Carlos knows that you are truly sorry.

“So you’ve said.”

Silence falls between the two of you, neither of you wanting to say anything, neither of you wanting to move. You take a good look at Carlos, trying to commit to memory how he looks in person. You will yourself to remember the feeling of his lips on yours, the softness of his hair against your fingers, the way his hands felt on your skin. You try to commit it all to memory because deep down you know that after tonight you won’t be seeing Carlos Sainz again.

You wipe the tears away with the back of your hand, wishing you hadn’t turned away from Carlos earlier when he tried to do it for you. Knowing that you won’t get anything else from the Ferrari driver, you turn away to the exit and begin your descent back to your room.

The next moring you wake up, hoping that the night before was all just a dream. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world works. Wallowing in regret you do the only thing that you believe will set things right. Even though you had talked to Carlos the night before you still draft up a quick message, reiterating what you had told him last night. You hold on to the same hope from the night before, the hope that he truly how sorry you were.

Lando’s message was more complicated. For the first time in over 15-years of friendship you didn’t know what to say. Did you say you were sorry? Did you tell him how angry you were with him? Did you tell him that even after what he said to you last night, he was still your bestfriend?

You settled for a little bit of all

‘Lando. I am truly sorry for what Carlos and I did behind your back. We should’ve been honest with you from the start. However, I am not sorry for my feelings and I am not sorry for acting on them. I told you how I felt before ever doing anything with Carlos and you brushed them aside due to your own fear. I know I am not in the right here, but neither are you. I am angry with you for what you said to me last night. Calling me a bad friend was harsh when I have been nothing but supportive of you. Yet, somehow I will never not be able to call you my bestfriend. I know you probably don’t want to see me or hear from me and that is fine. But please, do not stop being friends with Carlos because of what we did. You want someone to blame for all of it. Blame me. I am ok with that. I know how much his friendship means to you. Again, I know you won’t forgive me but I am sorry. I’m so sorry Lando.’

You pack your bags with a foggy head. You load them in the shuttle in a sluggish manner. You wait in the terminal with tear stained cheeks. You board the plane with one thought only-You wished that you never met that toothy grinned 5-year old. You wished you never agreed to go outside and play that day. You wished you denied Lando’s invitation to the 2019 Silverstone Grand Prix. You wished that you never ran into Carlos Sainz. And most of all you wished you never made that damn pinky promise.

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A/N- this originally was supposed to be like 3k words and end happier, so I really don't know what happened. BUT! I had so much fun writing this and I am really proud of it. So please- don't forget to like, reblog, or comment. They all make my day! A special thank you to @arieslost who beta-read this and fixed my numerous grammatically errors, I love you! And here's to a wonderful, hopefully not max-filled 2024 F1 season

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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