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Nanami Head-Cannons!! (SFW & NSFW)
SFW
Works like a dog to provide for you, definitely works overtime and stacks vacation days like change in a jar. Some weeks you only ever feel him peck your cheek in the morning and the next time you see him with be the weekend- if you're lucky.
He misses you constantly, so much that he'll often accidently type your email along with his usual ones and you end up knowing all the company's trade secrets. Oops.
He sends you gifts every day he's away, from flowers to cakes to flights to your favorite places- he gifts you so often you've got a closet just for all the teddy-bears and a greenhouse to preserve your bouquets.
The two of you stay in a massive house so it's very lonely when he's gone. He makes sure to call you at least twice a day, morning and night.
He knows what time you wake up and time you go to sleep because he's memorized your sleeping pattern. He knows when to send chocolates and shopping money because he has your period app on his phone too and pays close attention to the notifications.
He came home to you crying in bed one night and called out of work for a month to make up for loss time. Ever since then, even during busy seasons, he makes sure to at least spend a week with you.
During his days off, he treats you to expensive dates cute strolls through gardens. He wants to impress and please you daily, and worries if you don't seem to be enjoying yourself. "Do you want a different dish?" and "Honey, we can go somewhere else if you'd prefer to" are phrases you've often heard when he's getting into his head.
He has a photo of you in his wallet and several in his office. Your wedding photos decorate his desk, along with vacation photos and cute pictures he snuck of you when you weren't looking. You're his Lock screen, home screen, and background on all of his computers.
He's never raised his voice at you and he never will. Even when the two of you fight, he can't help but dote on you and promise you the world. Whatever has you upset, he'll fix, even if it costs him an arm and a leg. "I like when you express yourself, Honey." He'll apologize for anything he's done to upset you and when you struggle to communicate he patiently waits and praises you for every word you manage to say. "Tell me what's on your mind and I'll do everything I can to make things better"
He's a funny man, his humor a mix of sarcasm and corny jokes. He'll tell you knock-knock jokes when you're sad and awful dad jokes when the two of you have calmed down from an argument but you can't help but laugh when he pulls you into a warm hug. How are you supposed to stay mad at such a charmer?
He'll feel guilty when he comes home to see you cooked dinner days ago and he never got to eat it. To make up for it, he'll cook you breakfast and leave it out for you before he heads off to work- even if he's exhausted. It's the least he can do.
NSFW (Kinky stuff ahead per usual hehe)
He has...scandalous pictures of you locked in a drawer of his desk. They come in handy during late shifts when he needs to let off steam and doesn't want to wake you. He'll bite down on his tie and groan as he jerks off under his oval desk.
He gets so turned on when you pull his tie. One night, he came home tense to see you having a late night spa session in the bath. You asked him to join and he insisted on showering to get off the grime of the office but then you pulled his tie with those dainty little hands and pulled him into the water. You thought he would be mad, but then he stripped out of his clothes before you could blink and fucked you senseless. Something about the pressure around his neck really gets his blood flowing.
Nanami caught you listening to him working out once and made sure to invite you to join him. He pinned you under him as he did push-ups, making sure you heard every grunt and groan. "You like that?" He whispered into your ear as you squeezed your thighs together under him. "I'll make sure to be extra vocal from now on."
Phone sex- the two of you have it at least once a week. Sometimes the pictures in his desk aren't enough and he has to wake you. His breaths are heavy, voice husky as he shows you his boner. "Look what you do to me, Y/N..." He'll whisper as your groggy eyes struggle to focus, "Help me fix it, okay Honey?"
He found your toys in the closet one day when he came home and was pissed. Not because you were using them but because he wasn't there to watch. He asked if you'd be okay with him having a camera in the bedroom to watch you and was so excited when you said yes. From then on, you've made sure to give him his own special liveshow- always sending him a text before you masturbate.
One day, he had left his lunch at home, so you brought it to him only to accidently interrupt a meeting. Before you could apologize he had you in his lap in his big office chair, secretly fingering you. You buried your face into his thick neck to stay quiet and squeezed his shoulders for relief. The moment the meeting was over he bent you over his desk and rammed into you.
His voice is so soft and sweet during sex, especially when he coos and praises you while talking you through your orgasms. "Y/N, look at me, Honey." and "Such a good girl...keep clenching like that, okay?" along with "What a pretty woman you are...I'm so lucky to have you."
His favorite positions are Mating-press and Nelson because he gets so deep inside of you he can feel your womb eagerly opening for his release.
He's got a monster. It's not eight inches, not nine, not even ten- 12 girthy inches casually hangs between his legs. He always makes sure to prep you well before even pulling it out.
Your pleasure over his- always. Even if he can barely keep his eyes open he'll put his back into it to make you orgasm.
Vacations are always romantic trips to one of his beach houses. He'll feed you chocolate-covered strawberries and expensive wines, then lay you down on the beach and eat you out until your toes curl in the sand.
He's going to put a baby in you. Period. The two of you have already discussed expanding the family and the moment you were on board he made sure to empty his balls every time the two of you had sex. He made sure not a drop of his cum spilled out, sometimes plugging it in with one of those toys you would play with in the livestreams.
You're his priority, in and out of bed. He treats aftercare like his biggest responsibility. He'll run a warm bath, carry you to it, wash you, dry you, comb and brush your hair- the list goes on and on. He'll order your favorite food and feed it to you, then soothe you until you fall asleep in his arms. He likes your body, but he loves you.
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the new hires * fem!driver
still skeptical about roaming by herself on a race weekend, oscar and logan pick her up from her garage before media commitments
pairings: oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver
warnings: nothing~
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(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)
she leans back on her race car, arms folded over her chest as she chews on the inside of her cheek. she stares at the concrete floor blankly, wondering when she get swept away from the garage.
the day has barely started. the garage only had a few engineers roaming around, and sebastian is absolutely nowhere to be found. which is why she's decided to hide in the comfort of her own garage.
oscar had texted her when she was making her way to the paddocks that he would pick her up when it was time for media commitments. but it's been 20 minutes since the agreed-upon time, and sebastian has now been kidnapped by other people for his big-boy meetings.
meetings that didn't involve her right now.
she can't handle the stares when she walks around the paddock, so she simply doesn't go anywhere on her own. she hushed whispers and judgemental stares always manage to get to her.
"oi!" a familiar accent catches her off guard. she stands up straight and turns towards the exit of the garage, finding the two taller boys waving her towards them.
"we're gonna be late, let's go," logan laughs, hurrying her to get to them. "we can't be late — we're the new hires."
“you’re the new hires,” oscar mutters, pointing between the two as he sucks in a sharp breath. “i was here last here.”
"then you shouldn't have taken so long to pick me up," she mutters. she jogs over to the two other rookies and smiles widely. "thanks for picking me up, though."
"you wouldn't have made it there on your own otherwise," oscar shrugs. he pulls her in for a side hug and a kiss to the crown of her head. “what’s a 2023 rookie round-up video for if it’s just logan and i?”
“but it wouldn’t wind up to that because you picked me up,” she states, narrowing her eyes down into a judgemental stare. “duh?”
when he pulls away, she hops over to logan and greets him with a hug. he gives her a kiss on the cheek before they start walking around the lane of garages to get to the paddocks.
"so, did you finally buy your first car over the break, (y/n)?" oscar begins as he shoves his phone into his pocket. he leans forward slightly to get a look at her face with a raise of his eyebrow. "don't tell me you haven't."
logan turns his head to the side, glancing at the girl walking next to him. "by the looks of it, she hasn't."
"well, you guys keep saying i should get a supercar," she explains, lifting her hands up in the air, "but i just want a functioning car that i shouldn't have to overthink in while i'm driving."
which is exactly why she's put off buying her car for months. now that she's a somewhat prominent public figure, everyone's been telling her she should get a car that speaks for her career.
but she doesn't want an expensive car that she has to truly overthink. she doesn't need a car that would stress her out if she were to climb a curb or hit a wall.
think how expensive that would be for her.
not to say that she's a bad driver. she just prefers an easy car.
"dude, you've been talking about that car for years!" oscar throws his head back, rolling his eyes before throwing a glare her way. "you can't tell me we listened to all your yapping about a milestone car when you get into formula 1 only for you to not... get one."
"give it time," she scowls, waving oscar off.
"well, it at least better be a cute car," logan mutters with a scoff. "or else i'd be quite disappointed i waited this long for you to get a car that isn't you."
"i don't need a car, anyway," she answers breathily. "you guys drive me around plenty. my license is only good for the track, it seems."
“we won’t be around forever to drive you around. we’re not together all the time,” logan scoffs. he lifts his arm up and rests it on her shoulder as they walk.
“well, when you do happen to be around, you will,” she scoffed, pushing his arm off her shoulder. “and stop doing that — just your arm is heavy enough!”
“i know, that’s why it was on your shoulder.”
“logan!”
“what?”
“knock it off,” oscar scoffs, pushing himself between them. “you’ll attract the cameras if you’re going to be like.” he turns to her. “do you want that?”
she quickly shuts her mouth and stands a little straighter. she looks straight ahead and presses her lips together. “you got me there.”
“i know,” oscar mutters, glaring at her.
“hey, you’re not kidnapping my driver, are you?” sebastian’s voice halts their footsteps, making them turn around at the same time comically. “i need her for the race on sunday.”
she scowls at her mentor. “yes, cause i’m walking with them in the paddocks unwillingly.” she puts a hand on her chest and the other on her forehead. she runs over to sebastian, faking a sob. “my knight in shining armour, thank you for saving me from these bad bad men!”
“hey!” logan grips her wrist before she can get any further. “we’re going to be late!”
sebastian raises an eyebrow. he looks confused at first but it slowly carves into realisation why the three of them are out and about together. “oh. f1 media commitments?”
“official crew and all,” oscar shrugs with a small smile. his eyes follow logan and her, gently exhanging smacks on each other’s arms as they hurl insults at one another.
“oh, alright,” sebastian laughs before briefly turning away from them. “have her back in my garage on time! with no scratches, preferably. we have a meeting with the team later.”
“i’ll try, but she keeps hitting me!” logan answers, landing a firm shove on her shoulder.
she’s barely moved, only taking a small step back to regain her balance. she gasps at his action, “don’t make me bite you.”
“okay, cut it out,” oscar laughs. he walks away, leaving the two behind. which would be a problem seeing that they don’t actually know where the filming setup is. “i’m leaving.”
“see, he left us because you’re being annoying,” she grumbles, landing one last hit on logan’s shoulder. she jogs to catch up with oscar, who has walked away quite a fair bit from them.
“i’m only taking inspiration from you.”
“oh, shut up.”
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Popular, a cheerleader, first time senior and Chrissy’s best friend. But she has a secret that only her best friend knows. She’s had a crush on Eddie Munson since middle school. She’s afraid to tell him, thinking there’s no way he’d be into her. Until one day in the cafeteria, Jason Carver calls Eddie a freak. She confronts him, and punches him in the face, breaking or spraining her hand/wrist. Guess her little secret is out, and she may never be popular again.
ok i have a vivid image in my head and let's see if i can translate it hehe
You tapped the toe of your pristine white sneaker on the linoleum, waiting. Just waiting. Principal Higgins was still talking to Jason, trying to get his side of the story, and you knew that he would certainly listen to Jason over you. You had basically broken Jason's nose, the star of Hawkins High— you didn't feel as if many people would be on your side.
But then, someone appeared in the doorway. You scoffed; "Save it, Munson."
"Easy," Eddie said carefully. He looked a little disheveled, definitely your fault. After you had punched Jason, the lunchroom had basically exploded, and Eddie had hauled you away from Jason with strong arms around your waist. You could remember him saying something about "He's not worth it", but your adrenaline was still running then, and you could hardly remember the moment. "Just making sure you're okay."
You grimaced, looking down to where you were nursing your wrist against your chest. It throbbed like crazy and hurt like nothing else; it hurt worse than that time when your basket didn't catch you after a toss and you went careening towards the floor. You were sure that your wrist was sprained, maybe even worse, and you let fat tears slide down your nose. There goes your senior year cheer season.
"Aw, jeez," Eddie mumbled. "It hurts that bad? I'm sorry, I-I feel like a piece of shit—"
"It's not that," you whimpered, wiping up your tears. "I'm upset because I won't be able to cheer with my wrist like this. I can't throw any tricks, I can't even be on the bottom of the pyramid. I'll have to sit out the entire season!"
Eddie carefully sat down next to you, the leather of his own pristine white sneakers squeaking as he flexed his foot. "Even though you didn't need to," he started. "Thank you for defending me. It means a lot that someone would stand up for me, especially you."
"What does that mean?" you asked.
"Well," Eddie started. "If Jason is the king of Hawkins, and Chrissy is the queen, you're as good as the princess. And the princess of Hawkins standing up against the king to defend some stupid bard, that takes some guts."
You shrugged. "I've watched Jason and those guys tease you since we were freshman," you mumbled. "I just got sick and tired of it. Pick on somebody your own size, y'know?"
"That's noble," Eddie said. "But... I feel like you aren't being truthful with me."
"Huh?" you asked, wrinkling your nose. "How?"
"Well, you remember last year, how we had algebra together?" Eddie asked. "You were placed in the senior-level class, and I was there because I failed it the first time, and I sat behind you. Well, umm... You kinda helped me pass that class, but that's irrelevant, I guess... But I—"
"I knew it!" you exclaimed with a smile. "You cheated off of me!"
"Cheated is a strong word," Eddie said. "I looked at your paper to get an idea of what I was supposed to do. But whatever, doesn't matter, I was looking at your notes one day in class and I saw that you were doodling something, and it was me. And it was perfect, you didn't look back at me once and you had perfectly drawn me."
"So?" you asked. "You're kinda hard to forget."
Eddie looked at you pointedly through his eyelashes, and he sighed. "So, I guess it doesn't matter that I've written songs about you," he said, and your heart jumped in your chest. Had he? What sorta songs? "That I think about you all the time? That, when I was pulling you away from Jason, I almost kissed you?"
You didn't want to hide it anymore. You knew that Chrissy would think you were crazy for liking Eddie— she had told you so, back in freshman year. During a sleepover, she had gotten you to admit your crush on the then-junior Eddie, and she had laughed and said, "Him? He's so weird!" But it didn't matter to you anymore. You liked Eddie, and, after the scene in the lunchroom, you didn't care who knew.
"What kind of songs?" you asked, edging closer to Eddie on the wooden bench.
"Sappy shit," Eddie said. "Not like Motley Crue 'sex and girls' stuff, but good love songs. You ever heard Babe by Styx?" You shook your head, and Eddie tilted his head. "I have the cassette at home, I can bring it to you tomorrow."
"Can you sing it to me?" you asked.
"Now?" Eddie gasped. "Jesus, sweetheart, you're gonna kill me, there are people around!"
"I'm sure you're not that bad of a singer," you rolled your eyes.
Eddie looked around at the small room. There was nobody else there, just a waiting room for Principal Higgins's office, but people were bustling in the hallway outside the room. "I'm not great," Eddie mumbled, reaching over and twisting his fingers nervously in your skirt. "Maybe can I... Um, bring you to my place after school? I can show you the song, and-and play you some that I've written."
"I'd like that," you grinned, and, as the door to the office opened, you leaned over and kissed Eddie's cheek. He immediately went beet red, and his hand drifted up to lovingly touch where your lips had been as he watched you stand and enter the office. "See ya then, Eddie!"
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Ruben Dias x Reader - Topless
I love beach Ruben 😙 Hopefully we'll get some more content when the season ends and players go on vacation!
Summary - Ruben doesn't like when reader tans topless
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It was your first vacation in Portugal with Ruben. You could have easily stayed at the beach house and hang by the pool all day, but you would much rather go down to the beach an get your tan on over there.
"What are you doing?"
Ruben had a morning workout and let you go ahead without him. He eventually joined you, but was suprise to find you laying topless on a taning bed.
"Ruben?" You lifted your sunglasses from your eyes. "How was your workout baby?"
"Good. What are you doing?" He said, eyebrows furrowed.
"What?" You looked around yourself to see if you had dropped somthing. "What am I doing Ruben?"
You flinched as a towel was thrown at you, his towel.
"Ruben." You gasped.
He plotted down in the taning bed next to yours, looking around himself as if to see if anybody was watching you.
"Are you serious right now?" You removed the towel from chest, tossing it aside.
"I'm not joking Y/N. Cover yourself up now."
"Don't be silly Ruben, everybody is doing it."
You looked down the line of people laying on the beach and saw alot of girls taning with their top off.
"Yeah but that doesn't mean you should be doing it."
Ruben was in full beats mode, sideying guys that were passing by your taning bed, grunting at the once that dared to throw you a second glance.
"I can't do this." You sighed and stood.
"And where are you going?" He said, his attitude moody.
"To get a drink."
You tied your bikini top around your back and headed for the bar tiki bar down the beach. There you ordered somthing that tasted like rainbow but looked like a lemonade. You chose to have your drink at the bar rather than going back to the taning beds. Perhaps Ruben just needed to cool down a bit.
"Linda."
A voice said behind you.
You turned around.
It was a shirtless man with a drink in his hand. He was quite big, but not a big as your boyfriend of course.
"Can I help you?"
"Linda." The man repeated, a slick grin on his face. "Linda means beautiful. You are a very beautiful woman." The man's Portuguese accent flourished through his white teeth.
"Oh, thank you." You blushed. However you were ready to grab your drink and go.
"Please, let me by you another sangria."
"Thanks but I'm just gonna head back to my boyfriend who's probably waiting for me." You were already walking away from the bar, but for some reason the man trailed his steps behind you.
"Come on, a girl like you can't settle for one boyfriend, surley you need two?"
"Hehe, I think I'm good actually."
You were practically running away from the man now, spillning out your drink as you struggle to jogg in the sand.
"Where is this boyfriend of yours. I'm sure he won't mind sharing." The man laughed. He had followed you all the way back to the taning beds.
"He's...he's..."
You looked around, however, Ruben was nowhere to be found. A slight panic came over you.
"Now you see, I don't like girls who take me for a fool."
"Excuse me?" You turned back to the man., but stepped back seeing his eyes wander up and down your body, checking you out.
"You don't have a boyfriend do you?" He smiled, but not a friendly smile.
"I...I do." You stuttured. "He...he was just here. He must have just gone for a swim or something."
"A swim?"
"Yes, a swim." You hissed, hoping that would chase the man away.
What if Ruben had been so angry with you for taning topless that he had left you behind and gone back to the beach house? What then, you thought. The beach was packed with people though. If the man tried somthing you could just scream. Then again there was the language barrier. The little Portuguese that Ruben had taught you ahead of this trip was not going to help you out in this situation. Besides, who would people believe, the Portuguese man or you, the silly tourist probably drunk out of her mind.
"Y/N?"
You gasped hearing his voice. "Ruben?"
His shadow appeared behind you and soon he stood in front of you like a wall separating you from the man that had followed you from the bar.
Words were exchanged in Portuguese, first the strange man, followed by Ruben who raised his voice at him.
"Ruben." You grabbed his arm, preventing him from stepping forwards. He really looked to want to have a go at the strange man. Nevertheless, it ended with the man walking away, even giving you an apologizing wave with his hand.
Ruben had you sit down on the taning beds, crotch down in the sand before you.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
He storked your cheek "Some people, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess you tried to warn me."
Ruben paused, his eyes gazing at you intensely. "That's not what I meant." He said.
"No?"
He shook his head. "No. You should always feel free as a woman to...you know..."
"Tan without a bikini top?" You smiled.
Ruben blushed. "Yes. It's normal here in Portugal, many people do it. My grandmother even does it, but that's besides the point...."
"Ruben?" He was rambling nervously. It was so sweet, you thought. You tilted his chin and kissed his lips. "Get to the point."
He chuckled. "I don't want to share you with the world, you belong to me."
"Is that so?" You said.
"Yes." Ruben stood, pulling you up with him. Before you could find balance in your feet he ducked down abd grabbed your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.
"Ruben." You gasped. Your legs kicked in front of him. "Ruben let me down."
"Not til' we get to the water." He laughed, his arms wrapping around your thighs, squeezing them tightly.
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project: make you love me (jyh) | 13.5
♣︎ spotify playlist | series masterlist
—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.
—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa
—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut
—word count: 1.8k
—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, just a peek into some stuff that happened over break, very self indulgent honestly i just wanted more yuyu time lolol, the usual teasing between these lovebirds, making out, handjob, teensy weensy bit of spit play, unprotected sex, riding yunho after hes fresh out the shower purrrr 🤪
—a/n: hi! dropping a bonus chapter because it's like ... kinda necessary in order for the next update to make sense? more self indulgent tho LOL but it wasn't long enough to be a chapter chapter 😭 anywho, enjoy!! pls vote on my poll if you haven't already cause ya girl needs to figure out her priorities hehe ty 💕
"Get in the damn car! We're late!" Chaery yells at Seungmin as he lazily walks over after forcing for a pitstop just to get snacks. Yunho laughs as he watches from the rear view mirror, popping his mouth open when you lean over and feed him a fish ball.
"Why don't you get in and stop worrying about me? I'm getting there!" You hear Seungmin yell back as Soobin swings the door open and slides into the back seat.
"Maybe they'll never notice if we just drive off?" Soobin suggests, making Yunho chuckle again.
"He's almost to the car."
"Why is she hella mad anyway?" Soobin shivers in his jacket.
"He's taking his sweet ol' time. Plus, you know how Chaery is. Her family is full of seasoned travelers. They don't do pitstops and stuff." You dip the fish ball into the sauce and pop it into your mouth.
"Right." Soobin sips on his cup of coffee, scooting closer to the door when Chaery and Seungmin finally slip into their seats.
"We're literally so behind now. You made Yuyu wait." She continues to go at Seungmin, making him roll his eyes.
"Yunho, I'm sorry. I really had to use the bathroom. Some people don't understand it's a thing."
"You're good." Yunho starts up the car and instantly turns up the heat. "We've only got about an hour and a half left."
Today, you and your friends were off to spend a few days deep in the snow; renting a huge cabin near a snowboarding and ski resort. Yunho graciously offered to drive, patiently dealing with your friends and their requests on the way over.
Yunho heads to the cabin to help drop off the bags before meeting up with the rest already at the ski resort. He pulls into valet while the rest of you hop out and head straight into the store to get some gear and rent some snowboards. You find the rest of your friends hanging around in the café, sipping on hot cocoa while waiting for your group to arrive. Everyone is in good spirits, excited to see Yunho alongside of you. Even though he's tagged along a few times, you still can't help but feel worried about Yunho. You don't want him to feel isolated or left out, especially if you and your friends already have a good bond with each other. But, he fits in so well every single time, you almost feel like he's been friends with them for as long as you have been.
He tries, and the effort shows.
Once the snowboarding finally takes off, you find out that Yunho has been snowboarding before and is pretty comfortable with it. You, on the other hand, are terrified out of your mind. It takes a few tries, a patient Yunho and constant falls before you're [at the very least] boarding in a straight path. But, you're having fun and sharing lots of laughs with your friends, and you find yourself enjoying yourself no matter the circumstance.
After an hour or so of boarding, you, Yunho and a few of your friends sit off to the side to observe everyone else and play around with the snow in the surrounding area. You give your sister a Facetime call during the brief break, getting your friends and Yunho in the screen. Your sister kept calling Yunho a cutie, demanding for you to bring him over for dinner ASAP. Yunho agrees and tells your mom and sister that he'll see them soon again, waving goodbye before helping you stand to your feet for another round of snowboarding.
You and your friends are out there for another 1.5 hours before you call it quits, heading back to the cabin for a relaxing rest of the evening before another day of playing in the snow tomorrow. Everyone pitches in to make a good, hearty dinner— Yunho and a few of the other boys grilling in the covered back patio while the girls stayed indoors and finished preparing the rest of the dishes over some drinks. Once everything is set, everyone sits at the table and quietly enjoys their food before debating what to watch for the rest of the night.
After dinner, most of the food is gone, and the group is cleaning around before you head upstairs to your shared room with Yunho. You take a shower first, while Yunho hangs out with the group downstairs, enjoying the hot water as it hits your skin. You take a good, lengthy 20 minute shower; gently moisturizing before getting into Yunho's shirt and some shorts, leaving your wet hair to air dry.
Luckily, the cabin is warm enough, but you know you'll get cold the longer you sit around. Before leaving the room, you turn on the portable heater just to warm the room a bit more before you get to bed. By the time you've headed back downstairs, a few of your friends are huddled around the living room now watching a true crime docuseries with some snacks; the rest already resting in their rooms or asleep from the eventful day.
"I'm gonna shower." Yunho kisses your cheek before excusing himself to shower. You watch for a bit before helping clean up around the kitchen and living room. You then bid your friends goodnight— the exhaustion kicking in quick that you don't really have time to sit and enjoy the rest of the docuseries they've started. When you get back into the room with a cup of tea in hand, Yunho has just turned off the shower and steps out in nothing but a towel. His hair is damp and you can't help but ogle at his frame, his body. "Hey. You didn't wanna watch?"
"No, the exhaustion is hitting me pretty badly now. I just helped clean up a bit downstairs and made some tea."
"Mm. Is the room warm enough for you?" He points at the portable heater that he's turned up a bit more.
"Yes. It's cozy." You chuckle. "Thank you." You sit on the bed with your back against the wall, watching as Yunho takes a seat on the edge. He's running a smaller wet towel across his damp hair, his back facing you. You can't help but crawl over and throw your arms over his shoulders, planting random kisses against the side of his neck and shoulders.
"Cutie." He chuckles. "What can I do for you?"
"A kiss?" He smiles, dipping forward to connect his lips with yours in a sweet kiss.
"You sure that's all?" He teases. "You know you can just tell me, baby."
"That's all." You continue to kiss him, hand traveling down his chest, to grazing across the tent forming in his towel.
"Hey." He whines in between kisses, slightly hissing when you continue to gently palm him through the towel. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop myself."
"Your fault for walking out of the damn bathroom when it's literally below 0 outside." He laughs, hands falling onto your hips when you crawl onto his lap.
"It was warm enough in here!"
"Sure." You playfully roll your eyes.
"Take these off." He whispers, tugging on your shorts.
"So bold." You tease as he helps you out of your shorts and bites his bottom lip.
"Mm, well. You started it." His hands come up your shirt to squeeze your sides. "Care to show me what exactly you need, love?" He smirks, a drip of a suave tone slipping through his lips.
"Mhm." You sit back a bit and run your hand up his towel to gently stroke his already-hardened member. He hisses and tilts his head back in pleasure, tempted to thrust into your hand as you pump him at a steady pace. He lets out low, strangled moans, trying his best to keep contact with you through hooded lids. You take the opportunity to spit onto his dick, letting it drip down the head and down his length while you pick up the pace. Yunho's moans are a little louder now, and hearing it drives you crazy.
"Jesus." He lowly groans. "Baby, wait, wait, wait—" He grabs at your wrist and stops you. "You'll make me cum if you keep going."
"You don't want that?"
"No. Or else, we would've gone through all that trouble of taking off your shorts for nothing." You giggle, adjusting your position to line him up at your entrance.
"We have to be quiet."
"Do we? They have the docuseries on loud downstairs." You slowly sink down his length, lips attaching to his as you both let out soft moans while adjusting to the feeling.
"Mm, but there's still rooms across—" Yunho chases after your lips, enclosing it in a heated kiss before you can say anything else. He grips onto your hips and guides you at a steady pace, more gargled and low moans leaving him as you work him.
"They won't hear a thing, pretty. Don't worry." He smirks against your lips. "Is it really a bad thing, though?"
"Yunho." You giggle, tilting your head back in pleasure when his cock hits you in all the right places, clit rubbing against him perfectly.
"Love when you say my name like that." He mutters against your neck, tongue swiping against the surface before he bites onto your neck. You let out a sigh just as his hand comes to your neck, gently squeezing as he watches you ride him at a steady rhythm.
"You feel so good." Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, tugging at the ends of his hair. His hands come back to your sides as he whispers in your ear, praising and cooing you straight to the edge.
Gonna keep being a good girl for me?
Riding me like you were made for me.
So pretty, so beautiful.
My baby.
And it only takes a couple of more rolls against Yunho before you're twitching and trembling in his grip, digging your nails into his shoulders as he thrusts up into you and fills you up shortly afterwards. He groans as lets out every last bit into you, lips grazing against your neck before planting a soft trail there, to your jaw, to your lips.
"That was fun." You say, making Yunho chuckle.
"Let's get cleaned up." He looks down at the towel that's now on the floor. "Again." You laugh, heading to the bathroom to clean up, get dressed and do some final touches before slipping into bed with Yunho. He instantly pulls you into his arms, wrapping one around your shoulders while you lay on his chest. "Can barely keep my eyes open now." You smile when Yunho kisses you on the forehead, letting out a content sigh with you in his arms.
"Yunho?"
"Mhm?"
"Thanks for coming along on this little trip."
"Wouldn't miss it for a thing, love." He hums against you, falling asleep in due time just to repeat the agenda all over again tomorrow.
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Random Legacy Challenge: Serene Rhodes, generation 1
aspiration: soulmate marital status: second chance, have a child with the first partner, but get another partner after. children: two
primary career: private attorney
generational goal: home library (a book lover's dream hehe)
miscellaneous fun, rolled 2 for funsies: everything is homemade & seasonal fun quirks about her that make sense: loves reading and lover of all things green, including plants
inspired by @oshinsimss's new gameplay on youtube to start a legacy using short lifespan bc I never let my sims grow old, so i never make it to a second generation. we're trying it out now and I can't wait to see how it goes <;3
home is by @alcearosea-sims 🤍 interior by me 🤍
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auston leaving the arena and noticing you and your friends waiting outside to meet the players or sum and he’s literally like love at first sight and starts flirting and gets ur number 😭 lmao for us realistic toronto girlies obvs - ⛽️
hehe obvs😋❤️ thanks for feeding into my delusions🥰
Auston Matthews x f!reader
You stood next to your friends, your hands in your jacket pocket as you shivered from the cold. It was near the start of the season and the weather in Toronto was getting colder by the day--fitting for the sport, but not for you as you stood outside the arena in hopes of meeting the players.
"Guys--I don't know if it's worth it anymore--"
"Y/N I don't think you get it," your friend Emily started. "If I don't meet Mitch Marner before I go back to BC--I'm gonna dig my own grave," she said with such seriousness in her voice--yet her teeth were also chattering from the cold. Emily had moved to BC soon after she got her masters and she was only back in town for a little bit for her mom's birthday and to watch the game.
She was a huge fan to say the least. Growing up watching the NHL and even playing for her local girls team. Unlike you--you had only got into it recently, never having that same influence while growing up.
"You can't reason with a girl in love," your other friend Olivia mused with a laugh. You merely roll your eyes and dig your hands further into your pocket.
"I just don't think they're gonna come ou--oh my god," you breath our, your jaw dropping as you see two men resembling Mitch and Auston in the distance coming out of a back door.
"Oh my God!!" Emily screeched, jumping up and down. "Miiiitchhh!"
Mitch being the ever sweet golden retriever he is, excitedly walked over while Auston begrudgingly dragged behind him with a sigh. He was tired, his body aching from a harsh slam he took and all he wanted was to grab dinner with Mitch at their favourite restaurant before going home and collapsing into his bed with Felix by his side.
Mitch with a wide smile, approached Emily, feeding off of her excitement as he spoke to her and entertained her with a selfie.
Meanwhile, Auston was about to let out an annoyed breath when his eyes wandered over to you, unable to tear his gaze away. He was captivated by your beauty, your warmth radiating even in the chilly evening air. As Mitch continued chatting with Emily, Auston excused himself, making his way toward you where you stood off to the side watching your friends interact.
"So you're not a fan of Mitchy's?" he teased in question playfully, causing your eyes to widen in panic.
"Oh no I--I am!" you stutter in defence, your cheeks burning up at the accusation. "I'm just a new fan and didn't wanna seem like...a fake one," you admit bashfully, looking away.
Auston smirked, his confidence radiating off of him as he watched you squirm. If he was honest, he thought it was adorable and he loved how sincere you sounded.
"You didn't grow up with the game I'm assuming?" he asked, wanting to know more about you.
"Yeah...my parents are from a hot country...hockey is probably the last sport they'd be interested in," you say with a laugh. "So that's why my knowledge is limited."
He laughed and gave you a slight nod. "Well, you don't have to worry about that with me," Auston replied, leaning casually against the wall next to you. "I won't judge you for being a new fan. In fact, I think it's great that you're getting into the sport."
You couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement as Auston continued to flirt with you. His charming smile and the way he effortlessly carried himself made it hard for you to resist his charm.
"Thanks," you replied, trying to hide your growing smile. "You're a lot more cute in person," you breathed out, your cheeks heating up immensely at your admission.
Auston's smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, so now we're moving on to compliments, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Well, I have to say, you're not so bad yourself. Actually, you're more than just cute. You're downright stunning."
Your heart fluttered at his words, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You had never expected Auston Matthews, a professional hockey player and known heartthrob, to flirt with you so openly. It was an exhilarating feeling, and you found yourself getting caught up in the moment.
As you go to respond, Mitch walks over and interrupts. "Hey--I made the rounds. We can go now."
You reluctantly tore your gaze away from Auston, feeling a mix of disappointment and anticipation for what could have been. Mitch's interruption reminded you that this encounter was likely just a fleeting moment, and you had to make the most of it.
"It was nice meeting you," you smiled.
Mitch looked between the two of you with an amused smirk and a raised eyebrow, catching on to the flirty tension. "Wait--aren't you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" he teased.
At that, Auston's eyes widened. "Shit--I never caught your name," he pointed out with a bashful smile. Mitch rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Y/N," you giggled in response.
"Did you at least get her number?" Mitch asked, Auston shaking his head no. "Dude! It's like you have no game!"
"I was working on it!" Auston exclaimed.
Mitch scoffed and shook his head in feign disappointment as he snatched Auston's phone out of his hand, unlocking it and opening up his contacts. "No clearly you've lost your skills and I gotta be your dating coach now," he continued to tease, before he handed the phone to you to put in your information.
You continued to giggle as you did just that while Auston blushed madly.
As you entered your name and number into Auston's phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Mitch's playful teasing added to the lighthearted atmosphere, and you found yourself growing more comfortable in their presence.
"There you go, Auston," you said with a mischievous smile as you handed the phone back to him. "Now you can call or text me anytime."
Auston's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, but he flashed you a grateful smile. "Thanks, Y/N. I'll definitely be in touch."
Mitch raised an eyebrow and nudged Auston. "See, buddy? It's not that hard."
Auston rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. "Yeah, yeah, Coach Marner. I'll try to step up my game."
You looked off to the side, noticing your friends were now the ones waiting for you. "I think I've gotta go...like I said, it was nice meeting you," you smiled, taking the courage to step forward and press a light kiss to his cheek. "You guys played amazing tonight," you say softly and with sincerity.
As you pulled away from the gentle kiss on Auston's cheek, you noticed a flicker of surprise in his eyes, followed by a genuine smile. "I'll text you."
"I'll hold you to it, Matthews."
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voicemails
-> mc is back in the human world but didn't pick up the phone, so the brothers leave a voicemail
-> brothers x mc
mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read also kind of trying out a new style hehe
content warnings: kind of angsty maybe, alcohol use, gambling mentions
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Lucifer
'good evening, mc. it is a fine evening here in the devildom, I hope it's the same case with you. I have just returned from a meeting with diavolo, we've had... quite the demonus. however I am by no means drunk. anyways I have actually been listening to the record you got for me, a thoughtful gift indeed. I just have a feeling that... it would sound lots better with you in the chair next to me. (he chuckles) well, there's no helping it. perhaps I have to bring you back to the devildom myself?'
'I was hoping to hear your voice, too bad you didn't pick up the phone. are you perhaps asleep, mc? in that case I shall leave you be. sleep well, mc.'
Mammon
'yo mc, why are you not picking up your phone? I just snuck away from home with mine to talk tp you, you know? ugh... that cocky lucifer and his stupid rules. like what do you mean we gotta take turns calling you? no way, I ain't waiting so long to talk to you! just cause he's the eldest he thinks he's all high and mighty!'
'okay anyways, on with the important stuff! so listen up I called because I scored HUGE at the casino today and you know how I won so much huh? I bet on your favorite number, y'know... cause I miss you and all... (he suddenly coughs) ah wait no what I just said ain't true! I bet on your favorite number cause... well... that was my battery percentage or something...'
'okay anyways mc, you better visit the devildom soon! bye bye! have a good day!'
Leviathan
'um hi what's up? how's the human world? did you get the games and anime I asked you to get yet? I totally can't wait to see what kind of stuff you got over there! oh and I can't wait to show you the newest releases here in the devildom! the latest season of 'I went to the fair a 6km distance from my house with my best friend and pet dog but the manager turned out to be my online gaming buddy' came last week and I binged it all!'
'um (pause) but look I kind of called to tell you... well... you gotta come here fast so we can share the stuff you know? ahh it's no good I can't say it! um well look, I miss you!' (he hangs up suddenly)
Satan
'hello mc, I see you're not picking up your phone. are you busy? listen to this voice message any time you'd like then. I hope the human world is treating you well, it's so different from the devildom after all. well at least you won't have to worry about anyone stealing your soul.'
'exam season at rad just ended, I'm satisfied with most of my scores. I am a little disappointed because of my spells and potions grade, a 83 isn't good enough to me. could it be I was distracted because I miss you? (he sighs) well, one more reason for you to hurry back here. everyone's been fighting over who gets to call you first and all that, it's pissing me off. but I get it, I love hearing your voice. well mc I guess this is it, goodbye for now.'
Asmodeus
'hi mc! finally it's my turn to talk to you, but what's up with not picking up hm? well as long as you promise to call me back later, I don't mind leaving a voicemail for you! did you do anything fun recently? I attended some parties but well, they were kind of boring. or was I just... not feeling it? whatever that doesn't matter, I just wanna see you again! how much longer are you going to stay in the human world? I miss you so so so much!'
'I hope you miss me too. do you miss me? when you call me back you have to answer that question, deal? and if yes you have to visit. there's so much I want to talk to you about, so much I wanna show you! like I made into a magazine, you just have to see it! call soon, okay? I love you.'
Beelzebub
hell's kitchen is having a sale. when you but a cheeseburger you get a second one free. of course I took advantage of the deal and got a lot of cheeseburgers. you should visit soon mc, I want to share my food with you. it tastes better like that.' (you can basically hear him smiling through the phone)
'anyways, everyone misses you. sometimes my brothers get really sad, it's kind of hard to watch sometimes. of course I really miss you too. I think about you every time before I fall asleep. it makes me have good dreams. also my team won another game last night, I wish you could have seen it. well, next time right? bye mc, I hope to talk to you soon.'
Belphegor
'hi mc. how are you doing? I hope you're good. listen I'm on the balcony right now and there's stars in the sky. ugh I hate to be that one cheesy guy in your average romance movie but... the stars look like you. I can see your face in them. nevermind just forget what I said that was really sappy.'
'anyways please call me back, I get that you're probably busy or napping right now but I want to hear your voice. I want to hear how you've been there in the human world, hopefully your weather is nice.'
'well I'm running out of stuff to say, bye mc. call me back.'
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Ello ^^, just curious can you do a one-shot of where reader is MK’s sibling(GN) but gets trained by macaque? (Platonic)
(OOO I like this!! The outcomes would be pretty different depending on the season this plays out so I did it a little after season 3. I also may be playing a little favoritism on this oneshot 💀)
"Okay break time kid" Macaque put his staff away letting it fade out from its shape returning into the shadows "Wait what? But I can still keep going!" You wiped the sweat from your forehead.
"You can't fight if you've got torn muscles kiddo it's good to try and push limits but not flat out breaking them okay" he ruffles the hair on your head making his way to the bean bag he recently added to the dojo and sat down.
"But didn't you push Mk's limits further than this?" You joined him sitting down in the bean bag next to him your comment makes Macaque frown slightly "That...that was different kid I wasn't trying to train him I was manipulating him just to get back at Wukong I shoulda left him out of our business kid and I'm not here to hurt you like that I'm here to teach you"
You stared at Macaque you knew he didn't apologize to Mk about what he did but you could see he wasn't proud of it maybe if you managed to give him a little push he might apologize to your brother you were about to make a comment but someones ears must have been burning because your phone rang with MKs profile popping up.
Of course you answer the phone and noticed Macaque slightly leaning in you give him a small glare and he holds his hands up in surrender while mouthing 'cant help it' with a roll of your eyes you speak up "Hey Mk what's up?" After a little bit of chatting Mk asked if you'd like to join him with training.
Recently Mk's been trying to teach you basics of self defense Incase he's not around when you're in trouble you still haven't told him you've actually been training with his ex mentor ex enemy but to put him at ease you agreed often holding yourself back least he gets suspicious.
After saying yes and agreed he'll pick you up near the docks you put away your phone and hear Macaque scoff "Pretty sure the kid just wants to show off like his mentor" you rolled your eyes and stood up "Oh so like you too?" Macaque let out a dramatic gasp his hand clenching his chest in fake agony.
Saying your goodbyes you leave the dojo and started your journey to the docks leaving Macaque alone with his thoughts and...he tends to come up with funny little schemes when he's alone with his thoughts with a smirk he opens a portal underneath his feet and dropped in.
MK was already at the dock when you got there he smiled when he spotted you and waved "Hey I'm so happy you said yes!! You'll learn way more from Monkey king since he's like a better teacher than me hehe" Mk laughed rubbing the back of his hair.
"No problem but did you at least make sure to ask Monkey king if I could join? I don't want to drop in out of nowhere" Mk took out his staff ready to po-go travel you both "Yeah yeah I did actually he suggested it! Something about getting to used to eachothers fighting style or something"
You jumped on Mk back and held on as he started pogoing over the ocean honestly you wonder how he didn't get sick by doing this thankfully before you nearly lost your lunch Mk landed on a cliff that was near a little hut.
"I thought you'd have to go through a waterfall" Mk shrunk his staff and walked next to you "That's one way to come in but this entryway also has a seal it's just easier to land here po-go style"
Mk lead you to the front of the hut and then you could see Wukong the great sage underneath a tree eating a bunch of peach chips with crumbs covering his face and the top of his armor through mid bite he looks over at you two and smiled throwing the bag of chips behind him some little monkeys race to steal them.
"Hey bud! Looks like you got Mk 2.0 to join haven't seen you since the little after party" you deadpaned at the nickname "Yeah don't call me that please" Wukong shrugged "That's fair anyways why don't we warm up first before the training you know stretching and all that" Monkey king waved you two over to join him on the clearing.
"Sweet Lego!" Mk bounced over and you followed joining in on the stretches and warm-ups Wukong came over to help you adjust your posture but for a second he made a weird face somewhat annoyed and confused but he seemed to shake it off.
"Alllright so warm-ups done and- okay so uh kiddo" Wukong rubbed the bridge of his nose as he looks at you "I'm sorry but I can't focus with that...Stench Macaque what are you trying to pull now!??" Wukong growled while he seemed to stare at your shadow Mk jumped and stared at the same place.
"Awah you've gotten boring Wukong" a purple face appears in your shadow before Macaque rises up and smiled at his old old 'friend' Wukong's tail seems to flick on irritation.
"Whua!? What are you doing in their shadow huh!?" MK yelled pointing a finger at Macaque holding out his staff Wukong raises and eyebrow seemingly agreeing with those questions.
Macaque smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug "What I can't check in on MY own student? Especially if they're taking training lessons from you" MKs jaw dropped his eyes nearly jumping out of his skull as he slowly turned to stare at you.
"Um surprise?" You waved your hands with a nervous smile Wukong switches his gade from you to Macaque and over and over Mk managed to snap out of his shock "nuh uh no way I'm not gonna let you tick then like you did to me you jerk!" Wukong put his hand on MKs shoulder to stop him from storming over.
"Hold on Bud how's about I talk with Shadow guy for a bit while you chat with your sibling kay?" Mk thought for a moment and nodded Wukong smiled but immediately dropped it walking over and grabbed Macaque by the scarf and dragged him into his hut.
Mk then turned back to you hands on his hips you looked down not really knowing what to start this conversation with "So uh... you're having words with-" "OH WE ARE HAVING WORDS YOUNG ONE! ARE YOU SERIOUS-"
It took a long time especially since it seems Macaque and Wukong were also taking their time to 'chat' and it definitely took awhile to reassure Mk Macaque wasn't going to hurt you but it seems now everyone is all caught up and both Macaque and Wukong walked out of the hut.
Macaque sent a smile to you and looked to Mk gesturing him to follow while he walks into the cave Wukong gave Mk a nod and so he followed you were tempted to follow behind them but Wukong gently grabbed your shoulder "Give em a minute kid trust me"
Instead of just waiting around Wukong decided to see what Macaque taught you so far and had you fight a clone of him while he watches he made sure the clone holds back and about halfway through Mk and Macaque was back Mk ran to Wukong's side to cheer you on.
"Psh c'mon kid don't be scared to give him a good kick on the nose!" Macaque called out earning another glare from Monkey king.
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PERFECTLY FINE – CHAPTER ONE (BAHRAIN)
genre: fluff, angst, etc.
warnings: hmmm nothing i think
word count: 5.3k
author's note: aaaa first chapter !! i don't rlly like it but still !!!! a very much opener/get-to-know-the-characters/intro chapter, so maybe boring at times idk. still so excited, thanks to everyone who's contributed. love u all <333
author's note pt2: when i write about the different drivers and their living situations, i know it's not all accurate to how they actually live irl. ik i wrote modena instead of maranello here for ollie although idk exactly when he moved, but there are mentions of milton keynes for the rbj drivers bcs it made it easier for me. anyways, just go with whatever i say about how they live lol. also !!!! i changed yn's team from mp to campos hehe. okay now let's start :)
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the winter break coming to an end is always a bittersweet feeling.
having a lot of free time to catch up with friends and family is always greatly appreciated, but at the same time, it doesn't take many days before you miss racing after the last race of the season. especially when the season is as short as the f3 season is, and especially when you don't partake in any of the winter-season races.
this year, though, coming back to the paddock doesn't feel as complicated as it most often does. your heart is light and your smile is big as you enter through the gates after the long taxi ride from your hotel, and you already can't wait to get started.
as you make your way toward the campos truck, you greet a few people you meet here and there, but it's the sight of a head full of dark, curly hair that makes you stop in your tracks. "jak!"
the american turns around when he hears your voice, grin taking over his face already. you strut all the way over to him, practically throwing yourself into his arms. "hey there," he chuckles, giving you a big hug.
"oh, i've missed you so much!" you exclaim, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away. "it feels like i haven't seen you in ages."
"right? the break was way too long."
juan pokes his head through the door to the truck when he hears your voices, making some kind of comment about all of these loud teenagers always causing a commotion, before coming down to greet you with a hug as well. "how was your break?" he asks.
"wonderful, really. i spent most of it at home, catching up with family and friends. then me and ollie-" your eyes widen at your own words. you clear your throat, looking away from both of the boys for a second. "well, i went to italy."
your relationship with ollie isn't exactly a secret around the paddock, but it's a bit of an unspoken rule not to mention it too much. both because you all want to separate your personal lives from your racing ones – you don't wish to crash into a close friend like jak any more than you'd like to crash into ollie, after all – and because a certain other driver might be around to hear.
someone who's quite the conflict of interest in this specific topic.
your break truly was wonderful. it felt like the only things on your schedule were skiing in the italian mountains, gym-and sim-training, and just relaxing at home in england to recharge for the next season. you had spent a lot of it with ollie, getting to know both him and his family better. it hadn't taken you long before you were best friends with his little sister, sharing little inside jokes and spending time cheering her on at the stable. and you'd even grown surprisingly close with ollie's younger brother, and you loved seeing the three siblings interact.
they all made you feel truly at home with them, like an extended family. you couldn't have asked for anything more.
ollie was well-known in your family even before the break, especially considering how he was one of the first drivers your father picked out for the academy. and during the break, he only further impressed them; he always helped out with household tasks, he did his best to create connections to every relative of yours that he met, and he even bought the sweetest little christmas presents for your parents and grandparents. however, just the mention of italy in your current conversation is enough to make the dams drivers understand. no other detail is necessary.
when you're done talking about your break, it's juan's turn, and then jak's. during the catchup, more and more people drop by to say hello, and it doesn't take long before there's a full-on gathering outside the dams truck. dennis, another one of your former academy members, and pepe, your new teammate and newly found platonic soulmate, both listen in as jak tells you all about how jetlagged he is after coming back from the states just two days ago. "have you gotten properly settled in with aston?" you ask with a smile.
"totally. it's been great, honestly. even the apartment they found for me is top-notch."
"oh? better than milton keynes?"
jak raises his eyebrows at you, and then he bursts out laughing. "duh." throughout the many years of living next-door from each other, there wasn't a single day when the two of you didn't complain about something the apartment complex. the smell, the noise, the trails of blood in the staircase; not exactly things you'll miss when you move out one day.
"i still can't really believe we're not neighbors anymore," you complain, jutting out your bottom lip as you speak. "i've been so close to knocking on your old door so many times, but now some other freak lives there-"
"hey!" pepe shoves your shoulder, and the whole group laughs. "you're much worse than i am!"
"i'm so glad i finally moved out of there," dennis chimes in. "if i had been neighbors with y/n and pepe at the same time… i don't think i would've gotten any sleep at all, man."
"i didn't get any sleep for four years when i lived there..." jak groans.
"is this your first time in a series together?" juan jumps in, looking between you and jak, but seems surprised when you both nod. "best friends but you've never raced each other? maybe this season is what forces you apart."
"yeah, what will you do if i crash into you when you're in the lead?" jak teases, pressing an elbow into your side.
"then i think a few compromising pictures of you might make their way to the aston martin headquarters..."
when it's like this, being on the same grid with all of these people is so easy. you're all friends, not opponents. all in the same boat with the same excitement and expectations for the season. unfortunately, you know it won't stay this uncomplicated for long. when you're actually out on track in a few weeks, forcing each other into the walls and swearing at each other over the team radios, there won't be any more happy faces.
but for now, you enjoy smiling with the people who are just as much your friends as they are your enemies. that is, until you spot someone else joining your little group.
paul.
suddenly, the smile feels much more forced; the air is thicker and harder to breathe in. and when he makes his way over to you, a lump forms in your throat.
a lump you understand probably won't disappear all season.
the second you're back in your hotel room, you reach for the little dark blue book you've hidden in your bedside drawer. the pen in your hand is one you've had for years, one you always bring with you to every race weekend. the ink has been refilled possibly hundreds of times, but the plastic body has remained the same ever since you bought it.
the journal itself is torn; it's been used and loved for many years, too. it's like an extra best friend, a second home. when you're writing in it, it's one of the few times you feel like you can actually be your true, authentic self – it's one of the few times when you're not afraid that someone will judge your emotions or thoughts.
today, you know what you want to write about instantly.
i saw paul for the first time since abu dhabi.
i haven't been able to stop thinking about him. no matter how hard, i couldn't get him out of my mind. i've been wondering what he looks like now, how his voice has changed, if his smile is still as bright. and suddenly, he was there and i saw him.
the answer? he's just as he always was. and i can't tell if that makes me feel alright or awful.
you're pulled out of your head by the sound of a knock on your door, and you instantly scramble to hide your journal in the drawer again. the second you pull the door open and ollie's gaze meets yours, it's like all of your previous thoughts disappear. it's just you and him again; no one else even exists.
especially not paul.
"are you ready to go?" ollie asks, hands finding your sides as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "i found the address of some good pasta place, it's just a few blocks from here."
you nod, your hands landing on top of his and giving them a quick squeeze before pulling away. "i just need to put on some earrings," you start, backing into the room. "will you help me choose?"
"of course."
"carlos set a stunning lap today. did you see it?"
the question makes you roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you bring out three plates from the cupboard above the stove. your dad has always been quick to comment on anything good regarding ferrari; to anyone living in the max verstappen era, even a sliver of a good result is enough to spark some hope, so you aren't exactly surprised. "yes, dad. of course i saw it."
"i reckon this will be our year," your dad continues as you walk past him cooking by the stove, carrying the plates to the dinner table. "carlos will make them regret getting lewis instead of him."
you can't help the chuckle that leaves your mouth. your mom gives you a knowing glare over her newspaper – don't start anything. you choose to ignore it. "you really think this is how it's going to look next week during the actual race?" you ask. "you don't think max is sandbagging the slightest?"
"i'm just telling you," your dad starts, giving his stew a good stir. the snarky tone in his voice is unmistakable. "don't come home crying to me when you realize red bull isn't going to cut it anymore. if you regret your choices, go somewhere else."
even like this, when you're back home for a few days to catch up with your family, neither of you can stay away from this bickering. your dad is always pestering you about sticking with the red bull junior team, and you never can back down from a fight. you're way too stubborn.
"are you saying that i wouldn't have a place in ferrari if i wanted to?" you set the plates down with a thud, the sound making your mother flinch in her seat by the table. "you would say no to your only daughter, huh?"
"i'm just saying that you'd need to prove yourself to get into the academy."
despite your harsh tones, most people around you think you're just joking around when you act like this; some family-mockery can never hurt, right? however, there's always a hint of seriousness behind it. it's been like this between the two of you forever, and especially ever since your dad became the head of the ferrari driver academy – the rivalry between you two is stronger than ever.
you've always been sure of your choice; you've always felt like the red bull family is perfect for you. but recently, you've started to wonder if staying with the team actually was the right thing for you. what really is your future in the team? it's not like you haven't got great drivers ahead of you, drivers who will be called in for a possible f1 seat before you.
and it's not like red bull has a stellar record of keeping all of their drivers. they only have four seats in formula one, after all.
your dad wants you in ferrari, that much is clear. you may have joined the red bull junior team because of his past with the team; he did win their first ever championship, after all. accepting was the only option when you got the offer to join. however... your dad really wants you in ferrari. there's just something about the brand, the colors and the history that obviously is intriguing for everyone. even lewis hamilton couldn't stay away, for god's sake.
you can't admit it, though. not here, not right now.
so instead, you choose to fight fire with fire. "bullshit," you mumble under your breath before speaking clearly again. "second in the championship last year wasn't proof enough?"
"stop this," your mom says, folding up her newspaper and placing it on the table. you roll your eyes yet again but look back at her when she speaks again. "new subject: how is our dear ollie doing?"
you visibly relax at the question, your heart softening in your chest. "he's good. he's back in modena now, so..."
if it had been your dad asking about ollie, you know it would've been because he's interested in how the academy is doing. but since your mom is the one asking, you know it's real concern and curiosity. "how did he find the new car? did he enjoy testing?"
"not really," you say, slipping into the seat opposite your mum as your dad places the pot of stew in front of you on the table. "though, you know, the prema cars are never that good in bahrain. but he assumes they'll bounce back."
there's something in your dad's tone when he speaks again that makes you stop in the middle of your reach for the ladle. "yeah, so i've heard..." it's almost sarcastic, maybe a bit... irritated?
you turn towards him, a frown on your face. "what?"
"william," your mom says with a shake of her head. she knows something. "let's not go there." but just as you're about to call them out on how strange they're acting, she speaks again: "what do your upcoming weeks look like? for how long will you be back in england?"
anyone with eyes – or even without, to be fair – can tell that they're hiding something. and while your curiosity is killing you, you're not in the mood for a full-fledged fight at this time. you take the high road, which isn't your most familiar way of handling things like this, and try your best to push away any wishes to question your parents. you answer, engage in polite conversations and chat about your upcoming season. then, you thank them for dinner and leave the house after giving them their respective kisses on their cheeks.
but all evening, your mind is on something else. and when you get back home to your apartment, your fingers itch to send ollie a text asking if he knows anything. but instead, you go to bed with a knot in your stomach. maybe it's a topic for another day.
being back in the car for testing was great, but it was nothing compared to being back on the track for an actual race weekend. the first round of the championship was something you'd looked forward to for what felt like years, and now it was finally time. you've never been more excited, or nervous, for any race weekend.
you weren't off to the best of starts, though. qualifying has always been one of your stronger suits, so coming 13th was not a result you had anticipated. thankfully, it meant you had time to practice overtaking and had a good chance of improving your place. having to start right behind pepe and paul in both races was an interesting coincidence, but you were obviously not going to let any of it affect your racing.
though p8 is not the best place to finish, you are actually quite pleased with having gained several positions in the sprint race and taking your first point of the year. the car was, as you knew it would be, very different from the f3 car, although you were surprisingly confident and managed it well despite the circumstances.
paul, too, handled it all very well – p12 to p5 is a great record. and when he sees the timing board and realizes that you also did well considering the circumstances, he's overjoyed. he's practically bouncing down the paddock when he finally gets out of his car, accepting the fans' cheers and the handshakes from his engineers with a big grin. and when he sees you further down the paddock, his mind is filled with memories of the two of you celebrating your good placements in all other categories.
just because you aren't a couple now doesn't mean you can't honor these results together, right?
but just a second later, he realizes that you're surrounded by the familiar red-clad staff members instead of your own campos staff, and you're standing right by that red prema car he knows so well. and, sure enough, soon the person he'd forgotten about steps up to you.
paul watches as you wrap your arms around ollie's shoulders, and his heart sinks in his chest. your boyfriend hides his face in your shoulder and your hand comes up to stroke the skin on the back of his neck. paul can tell how your lips are moving, and the pout you're showing off tells him enough about what's going on even though he can't actually hear what you're saying. you aren't prioritizing being happy about your own race – it's more important to comfort ollie.
to paul, there's something so unsettling about the sight. he's seen the two of you together many times before – besides, he gets tagged in pretty much every picture a fan takes of you with your boyfriend – but it isn't your proximity that he has issues with.
the thing that upsets him is the fact that there's a frown stretched across your features; one that doesn't leave even when you part from ollie, or when you're cheered on by your mechanics, or when you leave for your post-race interviews. a frown that any other time would be replaced with a big, proud smile because of your accomplishments.
the music blasting into your ears from your airpods cuts out the rest of the world, the usually so busy and loud paddock all gone the second you pressed the play button on your phone. it's been your favorite way of getting in the race mood for years; you're not superstitious in many other ways, but your playlist has stayed the same since your first season in f4. walking around the garage, doing your warmups, or even just sitting around and waiting to get in the car like you are right now, you listen to the exact same songs on repeat. it's one of the few things that makes you truly focus on the race ahead of you.
so when you feel two hands on your shoulders from behind, you jump in your seat. turning your head, you're relieved to see the big smile of pepe shining down at you. "did i scare you?" he asks loudly enough to cut through the music, and you barely have time to nod and take one airpod out before he speaks again. "good, that was my intention."
you slide your airpods into their case as pepe plops into the seat next to you, eyes zoning in on the f3 feature race on the screen in front of you. "i'm so upset," you huff, shaking your head. "did you see the start?"
"i heard," he answers just as dino's red car appears on the screen, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "but he's made up ten places already, right?"
"yeah..." you lean your head onto his shoulder with a sigh. "we should focus on the positives. like chris!"
"and like our upcoming race." you can practically hear his grin when he speaks. "i have a good feeling about it."
when you found out that jak was leaving the red bull junior academy last fall, you were heartbroken. he's been one of your closest friends ever since you first met; the two of you have always been joined by the hip, despite how you've never raced in the same series before, and you spent most of your free time either training together or just hanging out. how would you ever get over him leaving you all alone in the academy?
thankfully, pepe joined in the late summer. at first, you were just acquaintances, but something about his personality was too good not to fall for. it didn't take long for him to become one of your closest friends, too. another boy your age, another boy with crazy energy and amazing potential – he filled the void in your heart quite well.
as well as jak's old apartment.
you'd raced each other in f3 last season, though barely ever crossed paths or talked. but living next to each other, doing all of your sim work together, and now even being on the same team meant that your relationship went from zero to one hundred in just days.
this season is your first with campos, while he's been with the team for several years already, and so far he's been very good at helping you get used to everything off track. they took a big chance choosing two rookies for their lineup, and the two of you promised each other to do your best to make them satisfied with their choice. so far, you've gotten one third and eight place in your first-ever f2 race – and you're just getting started.
"i do, too," you hum. "let's go out there and show them today."
paul is beaming when you see him stroll back to the paddock after his media duties. his cap is perched on top of his head – the right cap, finally – and his fingers are still tightly wrapped around the neck of his champagne bottle. when he notices you leaning against the doorframe leading into the f2 hospitality, his smile grows even bigger.
you meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders easily, just like they have so many times before. one of his arms drapes around your waist and he holds you close, a hum vibrating from his chest. finally, he thinks to himself; this definitely makes up for all of the things he felt yesterday.
"congrats, paul," you tell him. "that was amazing. you were amazing."
"thank you," he says before pausing. then, he lets out a chuckle. "to be honest, i wasn't sure if you would care."
you frown at him when you pull slightly away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. is that what he really thought? that you wouldn't care about his driving? "oh, please. you still mean a lot to me, okay?" your hand moves down to his upper arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "i still consider you to be one of my closest friends."
friends. the word stings like a knife in his heart. it's been months since you broke up, and yet, it still feels like a raw wound.
paul forces a smile. he understands that despite how painful it is, there's something good in it. there's still a place for him in your heart, even if he's forced to share it with someone else.
he pulls you in again, and the hug is even tighter now than before. it's a comforting feeling; you're both at peace, with a good weekend behind you, in the arms of someone so close to you. after everything you've gone through together, but especially everything he has gone through these last few months with the mercedes academy and prema, you're finally through to the other side. "it all worked out in the end, huh?" you ask after a few moments of silence.
"i guess it did." you part from each other to leave that oh-so-familiar gap between you yet again. "will you be celebrating with us tonight? i think pepe had something planned. you know how he is."
you snort. "yeah, i do know. maybe i will." you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes dart to the ground. "but, um... i'll have to check with..."
you don't even say his name – you don't have to. ollie's entire weekend has been so far from everyone's expectations, and if you know him correctly, he will not be in the mood for celebrations tonight.
paul nods slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line. "right."
the silence that follows is so awkward you can't help but chew on your bottom lip, a tiny sigh escaping through your mouth. he must be hating this, you think – today is supposed to be only a good day for him, he shouldn't have his ex's new relationship pushed up in his face.
"well, i have a debrief to get to," you make up, flashing him a quick smile. "congrats again, paul."
"thank you." he gives you another nod, before turning away and making his way towards the paddock. "pepe will text you!"
and just like that, he's off, and your mind wanders to the thought of actually going out to celebrate. ollie will definitely not join you, though you're not sure why you don't want to go without him. is it because you'd rather stay and comfort him?
or is it because you're scared of what you'll do, or feel, when you're alone with paul for the first time since you broke up?
"p5 is still good, my dear." your mom's voice booms out from the speakers of your phone as you drop it onto the desk, and you can't help but let out a sigh, taking a step back.
"of course, but... i feel like i could've done more." it was both true and not; with paul's five-second penalty, you definitely could've gained at least one more position if only you had stayed within that gap. but then again, a fifth position and ten more points was a great result for a rookie.
"but you'll still be going out to celebrate with your friends, right?"
you ended up telling pepe you weren't in the mood to party, despite his persistent complaints, and decided to instead use the evening for relaxation and recovery. your entire body, especially your neck, has really suffered this weekend – you were already sore after the shakedown, but this is on another level – so a bubble bath and a good night's sleep in your hotel room seemed like a much better choice.
"no, i'm just going to rest a little..." you hum, flopping down on the chair by the desk. "maybe grab something to eat with ollie."
weirdly enough, you haven't been able to get in contact with him all evening. you were told that he hurried back to his hotel room right after the race, not in the mood to talk to anyone on the team at all, so you chose to give him some time alone to cool down before you'll eventually go over there. still, you thought he would've answered at least one of your many texts by now.
thinking about your boyfriend, you suddenly remember something. "hey, mum?" she lets out an affirmative sound. "you remember when i was home last time, and dad said something about ollie and the car? and he acted all weird?" you pause for a moment, but when she doesn't say anything, you keep going. "what was that all about?"
"well darling, we..." you take the sudden silence as a sign that she might not be sure how honest she wants to be right now, and it makes you frown instinctively. she sighs. "we're just a little worried about him, that's all."
your confusion only grows. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"we're worried he's feeling too pressured to impress us." you hear her take a deep breath. "of course, your father is his boss, so it is natural in that way. but we wish he would just see us as any regular parents. he's always talking about racing like there's nothing else in the world, and..."
"that's not fair." you shake your head despite the fact that she can't see it. "that isn't him. he isn't all racing and no fun."
"oh love, i'm sure he is loads of fun, but-"
"i really have to go," you cut her off, standing from your seat. "talk to you later."
you hang up before she can even answer, the guilt in your head from treating your mother like that already pushed away by the anger growing inside of you.
you always assumed your parents loved ollie. sure, you knew they adored having paul over when you were still a couple, too, but ollie is every mother-in-law's dream son. he's from your country, he's a pure sweetheart, he's even in the fda for god's sake. how could they not love him?
and so what if he tries to impress them? who wouldn't do the same?
when ollie opens his door for you, he looks like he's just woken up from a bad night's sleep. bed head, bags under his eyes, and just a general aura of tiredness. if you didn't know better, you'd think he was an insomniac. but thinking back to how badly his race went, the sight of him just makes your stomach churn.
your arms wrap around his neck in an instant, pulling him into your warm embrace. you feel the tension in his upper back release right away, and ollie's hands find your sides, giving you a light squeeze. you refrain the urge to pull away when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, standing strong against your usual ticklishness, and your heart softens slightly when he lets out a deep sigh into your skin.
"you okay?" you finally manage to get out, and his answer comes in the form of a nod against your shoulder. "is there anything i can do for you?"
he pulls away but stays so close that you feel his breath against your face; so close that you're both slightly cross-eyed when your gazes meet. "stay with me?"
your answer is expressed through the fleeting kiss you press to his lips, your way of saying of course. ollie doesn't waste any time pulling you into his hotel room, and you flop down onto the bed with him. he sits up and watches you lie down against the covers, your head nestling into the pillow. "tell me about your race," he says as he reaches down to take your hand, his fingers slipping in between yours. "eight positions gained, huh?"
of course he doesn't want to talk about his own race. but the fact that he's willing to think about racing at all, just to let you have a chance to talk about how well you did and boast a little; it all makes your heart flutter.
and you're sure, you're so sure that he is so much more than just a racing driver. he's not what your parents think he is. he's an incredible racer, sure, but he's also the sweetest man you've ever met. the perfect boyfriend.
even when he's feeling like this, he takes his time to still pay attention to you and ask questions. and then he listens, he really listens, because he wants to understand every inch of your mind just as well as he geeks out about every detail of apexes and tyre degradation. and then he says just the right things, the things to sweep you off your feet yet again.
he's so perfect that he's incredibly easy to love.
so why is there a knot in your stomach at the thought of the race – and more specifically, the person on the last step of the podium?
why does your mind keep running back to how he's celebrating, and what it would be like if you'd been there with him?
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I can see Hotch doing this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjByWsDA/ ❤️
STOP that's simply adorable i could CRY
hehe i can easily see aaron doing this on the jet ride home from a case 🥹 he finally has a prolonged amount of time to talk to you <33333 he's spoken to you briefly throughout the past few days, but it's only been a simple check-in, a good morning or a goodnight, nothing more than five minutes or so. or your main way of conversing has been through texts - it's not the same of course :( and he misses your voice so bad 🥺
so he's aching terribly to actually speak to you. yeah, he'll see you at home in just a few hours, but he can't wait that long. once the jet is in the air, en route home - aaron has a file sprawled out in front of him, calls you to finally have a conversation, and so he can listen to you talk as he works 🥹 hehe you keep him company because he's honestly dreading getting files done, he's been missing you and you make it so much easier <3
you're filling him in about your day - how work went, simple household chores you got done, lil updates - like you switched the laundry detergent for example, you went grocery shopping - AH you found something seasonal, like pumpkin spice muffins or something 🥹 and you tell him you can't wait for him to get home and try one because you feel like he'll absolutely LOVE them. just anything that comes to mind that's happened since he left.
and then you fill him in about jack too 🥹 how soccer practice went, he aced his spelling test!!!!!!!, he's having some trouble with fractions 🥺 you were helping him with his homework and he was nearly in tears because he couldn't figure it out :((((((((( so you helped him complete it, encouraged him to ask his teacher some questions or for some tricks in the morning, and made sure he was back to his usual smiley self before you tucked him into bed, because you didn't want him going to sleep sad :( (and you also tell aaron that you told jack that his dad would be home in the morning too!!!!!, so that lifted jack's spirits as well 🥹 and warmed aaron's heart hehe <333)
and just meanwhile, as aaron's listening to your voice - his own voice is softer toned and lower as he's speaking into his phone - he's mindlessly doodling hearts 😭😭😭😭 UGH his lips tug upwards into a small smile, he's 'mhm'ing' softly as he listens, conversing back with you gently, and just drawing sooo many teeny hearts on his case file 🤭💞💓💞 and over exaggerating them too - like his pen outlines the same heart a few times
he doesn't even realize he's doing it too - not until someone makes a comment like 'hotch? you writing a love letter?' or derek calls him a schoolgirl LOL and ask if aaron's gonna start writing your first initial with 'H' following next or something 😭😭 (and guilty - because aaron's already done so 🤭)
UGH you just fill aaron's heart with sosososo much love, and he's so so soooo in love with you 🥹 and this is just one of his subconscious ways of expressing it <33333
#let's talk aaron <333333#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x reader#aaron hotchner fluff#criminal minds drabble#aaron hotchner drabble
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Abandoned corridors of the heart
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!reader
Timing: Season 1
Chapter Summary: An unexpected guest arrives at the camp as another member of the group goes missing. Your attempts on getting closer to Daryl fail.
Warnings: swearing, mild language
Autor's note: I'm so excited for this fanfiction omg, it's so fun to write and i really can't wait until Daryl and the reader get closer and have cute (and spicy hehe) moments. Also, I'm so unsatisfied with this chapter, I rewrote it, like, 3 times but it's still not as good as I wanted it to be :/ Also, thank you for all the support, likes, follows, and reblogs are always appreciated <3
Chapter 2: One day at a time
The next day, you decided you should thank Daryl not only for bringing you here but also for the little trust he had in you. So, when you woke up, you made it your mission to find him and tell him your 'thank you's'.
You had to admit you were more than just nervous. The last time you had talked to him, it didn't go quite well and he was pretty moody towards you but you hoped it was just a first time expirience and that maybe he'd be nicer this time.
You were hoping to make a new friend in him - after all, you didn't really have friends and the fact that you saved him and he gave you a place to stay at would be a good basis for a friendship. At least, that's what you thought.
You found him pretty quickly. He was outside his tent, holding his crossbow as he seemed to be cleaning it. Next to him was another man, talking to him in what seemed to be an aggressive manner. It made you rethink for a moment - maybe another moment would be better - but you didn't know if you would have the courage to speak to him some other time , so you decided to just get it over with.
When you continued walking in very small steps, the other man went inside the tent - seemingly sharing it with Daryl - and it made you walk faster in hopes of being able to talk to the grumpy redneck before the other man came back outside. Though, it probably wouldn't really make a difference - he would still hear the both of you.
Daryl looked at you when he sensed you walking into his direction and his expression changed from annoyed to even more annoyed, making you feel small again. Still, you kept going until you were standing only a meter away from him.
"Hey," you whispered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as he looked at you for a split second before he averted his eyes again.
"Whatcha want?" he grumbled into the cigarette, which was hanging between his lips. And the way he practically spat these words at you made you feel even smaller, so you stayed quiet for a moment in order to find your voice and think of an answer. Apparently, it was too long for him because he stood up with a 'pffft' leaving his lips and walked past you.
You turned around and watched his back for a few seconds before you jogged up to him and reached for his arm, "I- wait," your hand only graced his skin before he jerked his arm away from your reach, a scowl forming on his face.
"Sorry," you mumbled quietly becasue, somehow, you just weren't able to speak louder than a mouse around him. And, honestly, by the way he was looking at you, you were losing hope about building a friendship, pretty fast. Still, you continued to speak, "Thank you."
Daryl shook his head, smoke puffing from his mouth, "Fo' what?"
A small smile formed on your lips as you looked up at him, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, "For bringing me here," you waved your hands around, "It's nice," you paused, smiling again and folding your hands behind your back, "And also, thank you for trusting me - at least, enough to bring me here."
He scoffed loudly, pulling the cigarette from between his lips, throwing it on the ground and stomping it out, smoke, again, escaping his lips, "There ain't nothin' to thank me fo'."
You shook your head instantly, "There is-"
You got interrupted by him before you were able to finish your sentence, "Go, girl, don' need yer bullshit."
Your smile fell at his words and you didn't know why his words stung so much, after all, you didn't even really know him - but, god, they stung. You didn't dare to say anything else, afraid you'd have to hear more of his hurtful words. So, you just nodded slowly before you turned around and walked away.
Daryl watched you until you disappeared from his sight before he continued walking as well, doing what he wanted to do before you had walked up to him. Hunt. He'd almost say he regretted the words he had said but he didn't allow himself to think about you too much - he'd be gone soon anyway.
You took a moment to process the conversation - if you could even call it a conversation - and calmed yourself down, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a second. It was clear to you that you and Daryl definitely wouldn't become friends.
An 'oof' left your mouth when you bumped into something hard and you looked up to see a young man - probably only a few years older than you - looking down at you, an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm sorry," he exclaimed, holding you by your arms to keep you stable.
You shook your head and smiled gently at him, "It's okay, wasn't looking," you lowered your head in slight embarrassment.
The young man smiled as well and nodded softly, "Okay," he looked around and seemed to remember something because his eyebrows shot up and he opened his mouth to say something, "Me and a few others are going on a run to get - you know - supplies," you nodded in understanding as he continued to speak, "So I'm asking around to see if anyone needs anything in particular."
You held up your hands while you shook your head again, "Oh, no, I don't need anything. But, thank you-" you paused mid sentence as you realised you didn't even know his name.
"Glenn," he finished with a short nod, "Okay, gotta go, we're leaving soon," he was already starting to walk away as the words left his mouth, lifting an arm to wave at you.
You hummed and continued walking as well, trying to find a quiet place to have some alone time. You wanted to be by yourself for a bit and just think about the whole situation - become clear about your feelings.
You found a small lake, which was at the back of the camp. Walking a bit closer to the shining water, you sat down, pulling your knees up to your chest and crossing your arms over your legs. You rested your chin on your knees as you looked at the blue waves - the slight wind making them move softly.
You liked it here - at least, you thought you did. It's kind of weird - if that's the right word - to be with a group full of strangers. You felt like an outsider among them 'cause they all seemed to be so close and you just couldn't imagine fitting in. Not now, not ever. You had always been a person without many friends or people you actually cared about, so you weren't used to having that many people around you. But most of them were being really nice to you despite their clear distrust. You were hoping you'd feel more comfortable over the time - after all, you had only been there for a day.
You stayed there for a little while longer before you stood up, ready to go back to the others and help them with their daily chores. Most of them were busy already. Dale was trying to fix up his old RV - the hose seemingly making a problem - while Carol was sitting with her daughter, reading something. Lori and another woman, who's name you didn't know, were doing the laundry and you thought helping them would be the best option. You walked over to them, smiling almost shyly as you started picking up the clothes.
You managed to hang up a few pieces before a crackling noise got your attention and it seemed like it got Lori's as well because she dropped the piece she just started to pick up and jogged over to Dale, who was holding a walkie-talkie. You followed her, stopping next to a girl with blond hair as all of you waited for Dale's next move.
There was a voice coming though the little speaker and the old man listened for a few seconds, trying to understand what was being said before he spoke, "Hello? Reception's bad on this end. Repeat, repeat."
It was silent for a moment before the voice sounded again, "Shane, is that you? We're in some deep shit."
Dale held up one finger to silence Lori when she started to ask questions as the voice on the other end came through once more, "We're trapped in the department store."
The group was starting to get nervous now, everybody oviously tensing up as they realised their people were in danger. Shane was rubbing the back of his neck, staring at Dale, "He say they're trapp-"
He didn't even get to finish as the walkie-talkie made a crackling sound and the situation got further explained, "Geeks all over the place," the voice said more but it was barely audible, the crackling way too loud.
You were confused at the word 'geeks' but you quickly realised he meant the 'rotten people'. Dale tried to get a few more answers but at this point, he couldn't hear the person - called T-Dog - at all. The others started to discuss wether they should or shouldn't go after them and you just stood there, looking around almost helplessly as the group got louder, looking angrily at each other.
Amy, the girl who had been standing next to you for the past few minutes, was arguing with Shane, "She volunteered to go," she looked him up and dowm, "To help the rest of us."
He nodded, "I know," he lowered his head and looked at the ground before meeting her eyes again, "And she knew the risks, right?"
Amy stared at him in disbelief, cleary not understanding how he could be like that. You weren't even sure who they were talking about but you were, too, shocked about the fact that he was ready to leave the rest of them behind. People who wanted to help - people who put their lives in danger so the group would be able to survive.
"See, if she's trapped, she's gone. So, we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do," he continued talking, now looking at you for a split second, who was still standing next to Amy, then trailing is eyes to the ground for a second time.
"She's my sister, you son of a bitch," she practically spat at him before she ran away, surely wanting to be alone. And you could understand her. The worry she must've felt in that moment - it reminded you of the time when you were waiting for your mother to return. You could only hope that their story wouldn't be over yet.
And as if mother nature understood the current mood and situation, it suddenly started thundering with rain following close behind. Lori decided to follow Amy, giving Shane a long look before walking away.
The group split up afterwards, everybody doing their own thing as to dirstract themselves from their feelings. While Carol cutted Carl's hair and Shane cleaned his gun, you helped a man named Jim hanging up a line, cans attached to it. It was supposed to alarm the group if 'geeks' - as they called them - made it up the hill.
You were busy for quite a while. Everything was going good and you thought Jim was pretty good company. You were talking to him when everybody's ears perked as a loud siren like sound pierced the air. Dale immediately took his flield glasses to see what was causing the noise as the rest slowly walked over to him.
"What is it? Is it them?," Amy asked, in hopes of getting her sister back. And you, too, hoped it was them just so everybody would be able to reunite with their loved one's.
"A stolen car is my guess," Dale answered, following the car with his eyes as it drove up the hill, parking right next to his RV. Carl covered his ears when the loud beeping sound became too much for him.
Shane and Amy almost sprinted towards the car when the door opened and Glenn stepped out, suprisingly wearing a wide grin on his face.
"Holy crap, turn that damn thing off," Dale exclaimed, pointing his finger at the korean man. But he didn't even get a chance to as Amy started pestering him with questions about her sister, "Is she okay? Is she all right?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he held up his hands as Shane forced him to sit in the car again in order to pop the hood. Jim made the sound stop as Amy continued to ask about her sister, "Where is she? Why isn't she with you?"
"She's fine. Everybody is," Glenn smiled and that seemed to shut the blond girl up, nodding her head slowly. You walked over to her and rubbed her am in a comforting way, which made her give you a small smile - a silent thank you. Glenn apologised for the loud noise just before a big Truck approached.
Amy freed herself from your grasp when she saw another blond girl stepping out - you assmued her sister - and ran towards her, giving her a big hug, both of them laughing in happiness.
Everybody started to hug each other and you had to admit you felt a little left out, you weren't close enough to them to hug anybody. So you looked down, trying to make yourself somewhat inivisble - not that it was hard. Glenn seemed to notice you anyway and thought it wouldn't hurt to see you smile as well. So, he made his way over to you and wrapped you into his big arms, catching you of guard for a second before you returned the hug.
You pulled away after a moment, looking at him with a small grin, "I'm glad you're okay."
He nodded softly, "Yeah, me too."
He turned to Shane when he asked the young man how they even managed to get out on their own, "The new guy. He got us out."
Just then, another figure stepped out of the truck, putting his hands on his hips as he made small steps into the camp. He was wearing a police uniform but it looked dirty and used, showing his fight to survive on the oustide.
You jumped a little when Carl started running towards the man, screaming in happiness, "Dad!" The older man engulfed the child in his arms, hugging him tight to his body. Lori was following close behind, looking at the man in pure shock before she wrapped her arms around the both of them.
You were happy for them - all of them - you just wished you could've had the same luck with your mother.
Later that night, when everything was dark already, your group was sitting in a circle, Rick telling his story. And it amazed you, gave you hope, knowing that even in a shitty situation like this, good things can happen.
After some time, Dale turned his head into Shane's direction, "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon?" he took a sip of his drink, "He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."
Shane shook his head, folding his hands above his knees. And you were a little shocked since you didn't even think about Daryl having a family here. Then again; it'd explain the man you saw him with this morning.
They started dicussing who would be the one to tell Daryl about Merle's fate, T-Dog volunteering first and then Rick. In the end, they decided Rick should do it 'cause they were scared the situation would get worse if a black guy told Daryl about it. You didn’t think it’d make a difference, but it’s not like anybody would care about your opinion.
"I stopped long enough to chain the door," T-Dog said, his head lowering in guilt of leaving a man behind, "Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squezze against it at once. Not enough to break it," he paused for a moment, looking at everyone, "Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof."
He stood up and left after that, going into his tent to call it a night and leaving the rest of the group.
"I'm gonna go sleep, too," you spoke, standing up, stretching your legs and arms, and yawning loudly. The others smiled a bit and said their good night's to you.
You laid in your tent that night, staring at the 'ceiling' and thinking about the day. It was okay - better than the days before - and you actually felt like you could be happy if you got used to this place - to the people living there. You were scared of being happy here because that would mean you accepted the fact that you'd lost your home and your mother. It would mean you're letting go of the past. But you tried to tell yourself that it's okay to miss someone, that it's okay to let go, that the hurt will fade, that it's okay to move on. You tried.
Chapter 3
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Like Real People Do, Part 4! ♡ (Casper x Avery)
☁️ Summary: Casper and Avery's relationship grows. Avery comes over to watch a movie that has an unexpected *scene* for Casper. Shenanigans ensue.
☁️ Warnings: Suggestive, very romantic, STUPID gay, the tickles you've been waiting for™, classic Avery teasing -- ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS
☁️ Author's Note: If you feel like I didn't go off the rails enough here, stay tuned because I swear to god, I'm just getting started~
This is a series now!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 *you are here
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!
Avery came to visit me the night after we went to the fair. And the next. And the next.
Occasionally we'd skip a day or two, if he was working on research late into the night, or if I had after-hours systems testing at my job, but before long we had spent the equivalent of a week together. Then a month. Then two.
Sometimes I would cook for him, helping him experience all the culinary delights he had denied himself due them being “unnecessary” pleasures. He found most dry food intolerable, but he loved all kinds of soup, fruit, and especially ice cream. I made sure to always have a case of sparkling water on-hand, too, just for him.
Some nights, he would take me back to his lighthouse and we would spend the evening together there, sipping tea and playing board games on his tiny kitchen table (Avery usually won). We shared affectionate hugs and glances. Sometimes, he would touch my hand across the kitchen table as I pored over how to beat him at cards, making me lose my concentration. He always carried me home before it got too late.
When we weren't together, we texted; sweet greetings, inside jokes, photos from our lives. We playfully competed against each other for who could make the most bored face while working, or who could take a prettier sunset picture. True to his word, he also texted me when he needed things; strange mechanical parts, books about advanced scientific concepts, refills for his tea cabinet.
I let him take point and followed his lead, never initiating, allowing him to discover and express his feelings in his own time. He was shy, but he could be playful at times, too – I wasn't sure if he knew it, but his teasing flustered me out of my wits. I was fairly certain he didn't know about… that, but there had been some close calls; a good-natured nudge to the ribs that sent me reeling, or a hug that ended with his fingertips lightly grazing my sides. I recalled one incident at the movie theatre when he whispered a little too close to my ear, necessitating me to hold my breath until he was done speaking. That time, I thought I wouldn't make it.
It was autumn, my favorite season. I had not grown up around deciduous trees, and I was delighted to watch the foliage in Port Oleander cycle through a rainbow of warm hues. The sun was beginning to set as I stood in my kitchen, gently stirring a pot of homemade miso soup – Avery's favorite – when my phone buzzed.
What are you doing, dewdrop?
makin soup for you :3
Ooh, what kind?
its a surprise!!
I'm sure I'll love it.
Hey, I wanted to ask you something… Do you want me to stay the night tonight?
“Wow,” I thought. That was a big step for Avery. We'd cuddled a bit before, but not in bed, and we'd never spent the night, either. My heart beat a bit faster. What if I did something embarrassing in my sleep? Would he notice if I wasn't wearing my binder? Would he care?
I took a bit too long to answer, so he followed with:
If you're not comfortable, I totally understand.
no!! i would love for you to stay over. my beds not as big as yours but i think it's comfy.
Sounds good! I can't wait to see you, dewdrop. I'm bringing a movie to watch.
which one!!!
Hehe… it's a surprise.
can't wait💙
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It wasn't long before Avery arrived. As I opened the door, I grinned at the sight of him in his fall outfit. It was the first really cold day of autumn, and he'd worn an alpine sweater, a blue scarf, and jeans instead of his usual slacks. I rushed into his huge embrace, burying my face in his soft chest. He was especially tall and fluffy that day – I estimated he was about six-foot-five (195cm ♡) – which told me he was well-hydrated and full of energy. I inhaled as I nuzzled into his chest -- he smelled like cloves and old books.
“Hello, dewdrop,” he said fondly, squeezing me close to him and stroking my hair. “It smells wonderful in here." He took a seat on the couch, setting a DVD on the coffee table.
“It'll be done soon! Are you hungry?”
“Casper, I'm always hungry when you're cooking.”
I giggled, sampling the soup as I walked over to him. “Is this the movie you brought?”
“Yes, I wasn't sure if you'd seen it, but you said you liked old animated films. This is one of my favorites, so I thought I'd share it with you.”
It was a copy of The Secret of NIMH. It made sense that Avery liked it – understandably, he had a penchant for fringe science and supernatural concepts.
“Oh, I love this movie!” I had a copy of it, too, but it was in storage somewhere.
I brought two bowls of soup over to the couch. Though I was pleased with how it came out, I wasn't particularly hungry; I was too riled up, thinking about Avery staying the night. I noticed that he'd brought a canvas bag with him. I wondered what his pajamas looked like. I wondered about a lot of other things, too.
“Ahh, you scamp, this is my favorite! Thank you for making it, it's delicious,” Avery chirped, sipping the clear broth greedily. I never tired of watching him eat; the liquid entering his mouth and then being swept up in the swirling vortex of his head, disappearing in an instant. The hot soup made him steam a bit, little whips of vapor rising from his skin.
I put the movie in and turned off the light, snuggling into his side. Though his sweater was soft, I wished that I could feel his bare arm instead as he wrapped it around me. His cool fingers rested on my forearm, and I could feel the wind rushing beneath his skin.
We watched the movie quietly, every now and then making comments on the score and animation of the Don Bluth film.
“Justin reminds me of you,” I said, grinning.
“Oh, really? Hehe. He is charming, isn't he? He's just like me, for real.” Avery put his hands on his hips and struck a playfully haughty pose, just like in Justin's introduction scene. The temptation to take him down a peg was immense, but somehow, I resisted.
“Dude, you cannot pull off slang like that at all,” I said, laughing.
“Got you to giggle though, didn't I?”
I blushed, but summoned some confidence and fired back anyway.
“Pfff. Just like Mr. Ages said about Justin, you're a feather-head, too.”
Avery laughed openly, causing me to get a terrible case of butterflies as he trembled against my body.
“I can't argue with that,” he said.
We watched the movie a while longer. The scene with Jenner in the auditorium ended, and the next scene featuring Jeremy started to play. He was tangled up in his string, as usual, and was involved in some banter with the suspicious old shrew, who was admonishing him for sneaking around. She paced back and forth on screen, rigging up Jeremy's string to nearby branches and hoisting him into the air.
Suddenly, I remembered this scene. My body stiffened a bit against Avery, and I felt my ears beginning to flush. Without meaning to, I held my breath.
The mice kids were calling Jeremy a turkey, and demanding to know where their mother was. One of them jumped on top of Jeremy, clawed fingers scratching his sides as he laughed, crying, “No, stop! You're tickling!”
Luckily, the scene was over quickly. I exhaled as quietly as possible, but then, Avery paused the movie. My heart dropped.
“I've noticed something about you,” he said slowly.
“Y-yes?” I tried to sound normal. I sounded nothing close.
“Whenever this topic comes up, I observe a kaleidoscope of emotions from you. You flush, stutter, look away, squirm, and hold your breath. I've let it slide many times, but now, I'm curious. This tickling… has an interesting effect on you that it doesn't seem to have on other humans.
“I know what tickling is, in theory, but it’s a human behavior that doesn't exist in Cirropa. I'm dying to know what about it gets you so… flustered like this? And why you're so desperate to hide it from me.”
I swallowed hard, suddenly and painfully aware of every contact point between Avery’s body and mine, especially his fingers resting on my arm. How could I explain this without saying it out loud?
“Ahh, well, um… it's… I just…” I babbled incoherently. My breath came in short gasps as my fingers and toes grew clammy.
Avery shifted on the couch, turning to face me. In the glow of the TV screen, his eyes were intense, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk playing around his lips.
“I am a scientist, you know. If you don't tell me, I'm not afraid to test a hypothesis. But let's clear this up first, at least – does it make you uncomfortable in a bad way? Is it painful for you? I have a feeling it's the opposite… very opposite… but I have to be sure.”
“Ahh, errrr… no…”
“No, what?”
“No, it… doesn't make me uncomfortable in a bad way, and it isn't painful.”
“Hmmm… what isn't?”
“What?”
“What isn't painful, Casper?”
“...”
“Oh, stars. This ruffles you so badly you can't even say the word, can you? Oh, dewdrop… you know I have to try it, now.”
Alarm bells went off in my head as I felt my blush flood from my ears, to my cheeks, to the rest of my face. I scrambled backwards from Avery, but with such speed I almost couldn't detect it, he was on top of me, one knee on each side of my hips.
I screamed.
“No Avery! Nohohoho plehehehehease don't hahahahaha!”
“My god, I haven't even touched you yet! I hear you saying no– do you really want me to stop?” His smirk was huge now, and I could barely stand to look at him. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I hid my face in my hands, causing Avery to giggle.
“I knew it! Humans are so cute sometimes! Here, sweetheart, I'll give you one last out. If you want me to stop, snap your fingers.”
A moment of silence passed, my hands still firmly covering my face.
“Hehehe… Alright, then. You quite literally asked for it.”
With that, I felt Avery's fingertips light on each side of my ribcage. He started softly and deftly flexing them, gently skittering along the sides of my body.
I'd been tickled plenty of times before, by previous partners and friends. Generally, they were so excited to tickle me, so caught up in a moment of playfulness that they dug their fingers into me… which did usually tickle quite a lot, but it also hurt a bit, too, and made it difficult to enjoy.
Avery's tickling was entirely different. He was methodical, comprehensive. Playful, but gentle. His fingertips were incredibly soft and dexterous as they prodded and kneaded along my ribcage. Avery worked with delicate scientific instruments, and he tickled like he did, too; it was like nothing I'd ever felt.
“Ahahahahahaveryyyy!! Hahahahaha!” I cried, squirming beneath his fingers, my unrestrained hands grabbing uselessly at his forearms; he was so strong, it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.
“Hehehe, you are so sensitive to this! Oh, this is so cute, Casper! If I had known you liked this sooner, I would have already played with you like this so many times. I wonder where else you're ticklish? If we go by evolutionary theory, it would probably be a vital point, like here,” he teased, his soft fingertips moving from my ribcage to the sides of my neck, his cool fingers gliding merrily along my bare skin.
I blushed so hard, I was sure my whole body must be red.
“AAAHAHAhahahaha!” I squealed, reaching my hands up to protect myself. I could feel moisture beginning to bead in the corners of my eyes. Avery's fingertips tickled so much, it was like an eclipse for my mind, blocking out any thoughts and leaving only the delicious torture of sensation.
Avery stopped, looking down at me with concern.
“You're starting to cry, are you okay?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he reached out to cup my hot cheek in his soft palm, gently wiping my tear with his thumb.
“Hehehe… I'm okay, Avery… I cry when I laugh sometimes,” I said, placing my hand reassuringly over his. His cold skin was a relief, as I was already starting to sweat.
“Hmm… if you do things like cry, and say ‘stop’ out of instinct, how will I know when you're ready for me to really stop?”
“Aheh, well… time for some vocabulary, I guess. That's called a safeword, but safewords don't always work with this, because sometimes you're laughing so hard you can't get it out. I've found it's better to tap out,” I showed him by tapping my fingers on the couch, “but it's always good to check periodically, too.”
“What other words should I know?”
“Well… there is ‘ler’, which means someone who likes to ‘teekay’ other people, and ‘lee’, someone who likes to be ‘teekayed’.”
“So… does that mean you're a lee?”
I chuckled; my turn to smirk.
“No, I'm the ‘secret third thing’ – a switch. Someone who likes both.”
“O-Oh.” Avery blushed exquisitely.
“You wanna give it a try?”
“It does seem like fun…”
My heart was pounding. “Why don't we move to the bed, then? You can't really stretch out on this couch like I can. You'll be more comfortable there.”
“Hehe… lead on, dewdrop.”
#tickle fic#tickle fluff#tickling community#casper and avery#like real people do#fluffylore#writing#my fic#romance#tickling#ocs#my ocs
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what do you think about vaggie ? and the vees additionally hehe
I feel like I should love Vaggie a lot more than I do, but she's unfortunately landed in that kind of "does not particularly stand out to me as a character" category. She has a lot of upsetting backstory and frankly I'm usually really into characters that have loyalty-related emotional issues (the way she got kicked out of heaven for not exhibiting unquestioning loyalty to their commands and then immediately hung her entire emotional well-being on being a properly supportive partner to Charlie, the person that picked her up!), but...
She's not crazy enough for me, HAHA. My favorite angel aside from Lucifer is Lute. If they showed her overly-dedicated loyalty actively hurting her a lot more, I'd probably love her. (/gestures at Xiao from Genshin Impact)
As for the Vees: I fucking love them from bottom to top and and I can't WAIT for them to be the main villains next season. I desperately want to see Valentino get a song, and I also desperately want to know more about what Velvette's entire deal is, because I feel like she's the social media protege to Vox's all-other-media and that's actually an even more modern angle on his whole "radio is old, TV is new" shtick and that's a very fun point to potentially explore.
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Good Time (D.R.)
a/n: hello my lovelies! This will be part of a small series. I got inspired by a TikTok, so yeah hehe, one of F1 Drivers as Love tropes. This is the 'Everyone can see' one. Send me an ask with the driver and the type of love trope you want!💖💖
"Fucking finally" Daniel exclaimed leaving his suitcases on his bedroom, laying on the bed.
She chuckled hearing him walking through the corridors of their shared apartment, getting up from her bed and walking to his bedroom, leaning on the door frame.
"Hard week?" she smiles looking how he stretched his arms above his head.
"The worst. I needed this summer break" he sighed rubbing his eyes. "I finished the race with P15, and I feel that this incoming weeks will have many drama. They just announced Alonso is going to Aston Martin, I already can hear people asking where I'm going to be after what Piastri did".
She looked him, how he sat on his bed while looking at the wall in front of him. He had a bad first half of the season, the car is not going well for him and even if Lando is helping him all weeks and training together, he just can't do what the boss ask.
"Maybe the best is disconnect from social media" she sighed folding her arms in front of her chest. "Go to a trip, maybe Michael and some of your friends will be glad to join you. I'm sure Kristen and Dax will go if you ask them too".
He looked at her and a small smile started to show up on his lips, the mechanism of his brains started working making a plan for them.
"Get ready" he said smirking. "We're going to a party".
"Wait, what?" she exclaimed frowning. "Dude, you know I don't do that!"
"Come on! I want to spend time with my best friend and roommate. When was the last time you had a good time?" he said looking at her with a bigger smile. "When was the last time you brought a guy to your bed?"
"Daniel! Oh my god!" she exclaimed, her eyes opening wide. "That's nothing of your business!"
It was, actually.
Let's go to the start.
Daniel Ricciardo and Melissa Montgomery were friends for many years. They met when he moved to Italy at the start of his racing career, both of them bumping on each other one day when they were running late and had a fight to see who got the taxi first (he won, by the way). After that, they found each other again on a local coffee, both of them ordering the same thing at the same time. So he, as innocent as he was back then, got the courage to ask her to meet him again on the same place the next day.
"Are you asking me for a date, stranger?" she said laughing, drinking a little of her iced coffee.
"No, of course not!" he exclaimed quickly. "And I'm Daniel".
"Okay, Daniel" she smiled. "See you tomorrow".
It was a date. Of course it was. He fell in love for her the first time he saw her. In fact, he's still loving her. But she doesn't know. And she won't ever know.
Years went by and they got closer and closer. His heart broke a few times, finding out she had a boyfriend then taking care of her all the times her heart got broken by those morons. They started to work together, him as a driver and her as his personal doctor, since she studied on the med school.
"Come on!" he exclaimed, like begging her to go to her room to get ready for the night that it's waiting for them. But she looked at him serious, her left eyebrow up and a questionable look in her eyes. "I've been working all week. I'm tired but I can't sleep, and all I want to have a good time, Mel. Please!"
She sighed and nodded slowly, giving up. Hearing his cheering she rolled her eyes while walking to her room.
It's not like she doesn't like going to parties. She loves it. But with her girl friends. When it's party time with Daniel, she hates it so deeply. The reason? He's a flirt, goes around the dance floor dancing with other girls, flirting with them and probably going to the bathroom with them to have a good time. Who would say no to him? Just look at him! His smile and the way his curls go down his forehead is all he needs to have a girl wrapped around his finger.
That's what happened to her. She's wrapped around his finger, falling for him every day that goes on.
"Can you wear that dress you wore for Abu Dhabi?" he asked her walking to the door of her bedroom on his way to the kitchen.
"The blue one? Really?" she frowned. She bought that dress for the party McLaren did last year at the end of the season, wanting to match the color of the drivers suits.
"Yeah, that one" he smiled. "It looked so good on you".
That blue dress drove him crazy that night. The way it hugged her body? Insane. Lando had to slap his nape a few times because he was staring at her all the time.
"Dude, just tell her!" Lando whisper screaming on his ear. "It's so obvious, you are acting worse than a teenager"
"What? Are you stupid? I can't tell her! She's my best friend!" he said back frowning.
"You were undressing her with your eyes all the night. Best friend my ass" Lando sighed rolling his eyes. "Go. Tell. Her".
"I can't!"
"God, sometimes I want to take off my eyes and put them on you" the Brit groaned looking at his teammate and then at her. "It's so obvious, really. You are so blind"
Obvious what? What it's obvious?
She opened the door of her wardrobe, her fingers searching the material of the silk dress and when she touched it she blushed immediately. He said it looked good on her. It does?
Closing the door of her room and making sure he won't open it, hearing he was on the kitchen making something to eat before going to that damned party, she took off her oversized shirt and then her bra, standing naked in front of her bed looking at the dress.
When Daniel heard her closing the door he knew that she was going to get dressed. And he had to fight the need of running to her door and open it, wanting to see her body, wrap his arms around her and place his lips on her perfectly tanned skin. Sometimes living with her was a challenge, the first years were a disaster. He had to get used to go fully dressed around the apartment and she had to wear bras and shorts with the shirts. Only their bedrooms were a safe place to dress however they wanted.
But it's not the first time both of them fight the need of being on each other. Kissing, touching, marking. Two idiots in love that are too afraid of confessing, a classic.
"Okay, I'm ready" Melissa said opening the door, adjusting her breasts on the dress and touching her hair to make it not look like if she just woke up. "Are you going like that?"
He nearly chocked his water looking at her. Yeah, that dress still drives him crazy.
"What? This shirt doesn't look good?" he said looking at the dark blue shirt.
"The shirt looks good. What looks weird is the hat" she said looking at the cowboy hat that is hiding his curls.
"Ah, come on! I know you love it!" he exclaimed looking how she walked towards him taking off his hat. "You are so boring".
"If I'm boring then let me be boring on my bedroom, thank you" she sighed looking at him.
"Nope" he smirked. "I need to party. Some of the guys will be there, so yeah. Fun. And you are coming with me".
She rolled her eyes and nod, eating some of the food he made and then finished getting her make up done. Daniel was waiting for her on the front door, trying his best to not faint once he saw her ready, red cherry lips that are screaming "kiss me" to him. He swallowed hard, making sure the boner is not too obvious and opened the door of the apartment after grabbing the keys of this McLaren, walking out after her.
Monaco streets have that summer festive vibes. The clubs are open and some people are already eating their dinner on the restaurants. The sun is going down and he's driving to the outdoors party place Max told him some drivers will be. Music on the radio, the windows down and a soft sea breeze getting inside the car makes the best mood they can have.
"Who will be there?" she asked him placing her phone down, closing her eyes when the sun just kissed her skin with golden rays.
"The Monaco guys" he said looking at her. "You know, Alex, Max, Lando... I think Lando's best friend will be there too"
"Max Fewtrell? Ah, he's cute" she smiled. "Talked with him a few times when he came to cheer Lando on the races"
Oh, you know what is that? Jealousy. Jealousy starting to get on Daniel's system.
"Cute, hm?" he said, trying to not sound jealous.
"Yeah, maybe I'll have a good time too" she said shrugging her shoulders, looking at her red nails. "You were right, I needed to go to a party".
The grip on the wheel was tighter that at the start of the ride, his knuckles were getting white. But who is he to not let her have a good time with someone? After all, he doesn't have the needed courage to confess.
When he parked the car she got out without his help, walking fast to the door when she found Lily walking with Alex, hugging her and giggling together. Alex,on the other hand, looked at the Aussie and smirked.
"So? You will tell her?" he said laughing.
"Tell her what?" he frowned. "Fuck, does everyone knows?"
"That you two are in love with each other? Oh, yeah" Alex laughed patting his back.
"What are you talking about?" he said confused. "Mel in love with me? Are you joking?" he laughed. "Come on, she just said she wanted to fuck with Max Fewtrell a few minutes ago. Don't play with me, mate".
Alex looked how he walked away, shaking his head. "My God, how blind they are..." he sighed.
Melissa was already inside the place, going towards the group of girlfriends she recognized: Charlotte, Kelly, Luisa and Tiffany. Lily and her were linking their arms, standing close to each other and gossiping.
"Lu, Max came to the party?" she asked her without shame, wanting to know if the Brit was around.
"Fewtrell?" the Portuguese asked frowning, looking at the other girls around her. "Yeah, why?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk with him" she smiled. "He looks kinda interesting".
"And Daniel?" Charlotte asked smiling. "I mean, he looks cute tonight. Matching shirt with you, that's really sweet"
"Daniel? Like if he ever paid attention to me" she groaned rolling her eyes. "I'm curious to see with who he will came tonight at our apartment".
"Is that why you want Max? To make him jealous?" Luisa frowned. "Look, you are my friend and that, but... You should take off that veil and see the real world".
"What? What real world?" she frowned confused, looking at all the girls. All of them having the same gaze, looking at her.
"Oh god, you two are so blind..." they laughed. "Daniel is in love with you! Have you ever seen the way he looks at you?"
What? How does he look at her?
With love. So much love. The first one to notice that was Pierre. In fact, he noticed how they look at each other.
It was the first time he actually had a conversation with her. She had graduated form med school and became officially a doctor. While she didn't work at the hospital she was on the track working as the doctor of the team Daniel was in. At that time, Daniel was on Renault. It was cute, the two of them walking around the paddock like if they were a couple. Actu, people that didn't know who she was, they thought she was his girlfriend.
The first time he saw the way she looked at him was when he started with the "Pieeeerre Gaslyyyy" joke. She had a spark in her eyes and a big smile on her lips. Her head was moving side to side with a grin, but her smile never disappeared.
"This is the new Nico Hulkenberg thing?" she asked him with a smile.
"Of course, darling" he answered winking his eye at her. "I ways find a way to make you smile, right?"
Then everyone around started to notice the little things: how he made two cups of coffee, on for him and the other for her (with half a spoon of cocoa and almond milk, sweet to death); the way she always was first to get up from the seat of the garage when he has something near a crash; the way he kissed the tattooed rose on his left hand before getting out of the garage with his car or rubbed it with his fingers whenever he got nervous, later discoverimg he tattooed that because roses are her favourite flower (it was Lily the one that noticed, her room has always a bouquet of rose roses she buys all weeks).
And the most hurtful thing: how she fought the tears whenever they went to a party and Daniel flirted with another woman or how he swallowed hard and breathed in deeply when Melissa stood in front of him like a goddess for him and he wasn't brave enough to lay a finger on her.
"Whatever" she groaned looking around, and when she found him she smirked. "Well, if none of you want to have a good time, I'm going to have it by myself".
She found Max on the drinks bar talking with Lando. He was drinking something that looked like a soda, or a cocktail, she didn't recognized it. When she walked close to the pair, the older of them smiled at her.
"Melissa!" Max exclaimed smiling. "Hey, you look beautiful tonight".
"Thank you, Max" she smiled standing closer to him than to Lando. "You want to dance with me?"
Both Brits looked at each other, frowning. Everyone on the paddock knows about he and Daniel being in love with each other. It's not a secret, even the team principals know that, they enjoy being part of the gossip too.
"What about Daniel?" Lando frowned looking at her. "I mean, he came with you? I think you should go with him"
"What the hell is wrong with everybody?!" she exclaimed looking at him, getting annoyed. "Daniel is fucking another in the bathroom, why the hell I have to be with him?!"
"Because it's too obvious" Max said sighing, and it made her look at him. "Come on, it's getting a little annoying. You two are so into each other and all you two do is hurt each other".
"Max..." Lando sighed, stopping him.
"No, dude! It's time to someone open their eyes!" he said, and Alex, who was near, came to the group. "A whole year of everyone trying to get you two together. Even when I was racing I could see how you two are in love!"
She was speechless, looking at the three man in front of her. And she stared to feel ridiculous, like a clown. It's no longer a secret what she feels for the Australian man, it's seems that it's too obvious and everyone knows. So she did what someone in a rom-com movie would do: walk away towards the beach that was close to the party, bumping into people that smiled at her and leaving them with a from asking themselves where was she going.
When she arrived to the beach she sat on the sand, looking at the street lights of the other side of Monaco, how they were reflected on the water and the boats moved side to side like dancing a waltz. The waves that arrived to the seashore sounded like a rhythmic lullaby, making her close her eyes and breathe in deeply trying to calm her accelerated heart.
He loves her? How? His can be that possible? He left it clear all the times he called her bestie, or even the coffee cup that says "You've got a friend in me" with draws of Toy-Story on it. He basically friendzoned her since they started to get along. How can he love her? It's ridiculous.
Daniel saw everything, and heard everything. He was at the end of the drinks bar, sitting with a beer bottle on his hand and looking at her from afar. Looking how she talked with the girls, her smile fading away slowly until she found Max Fewtrell. He saw how she tried to flirt, asking him to dance with her, how her some disappeared after something he said making Alex and Lando look at him surprised. He saw how she walked away, bumping into people and nearly falling ti the floor a few times, finally getting out of the crowd and going to the beach.
He sighed heavily, ignoring every woman that tried ro flirt with him, drinking his beer and looking at the door she crossed to disappear from there.
"Are you going to talk with her?" Max asked him being followed by Lando and Alex, Verstappen and Charles joining them.
"I guess it's time, eh?" he sighed, drinking a long last sip of the beer and leaving the bottle on the table, jumping out of the high chair and going where Melissa is.
He found her there, her golden hair moving with the breeze and sitting on the sand, her legs folded and arms wrapping them close to her chest.
"Mel?" he sighed, making her flinch hearing his voice. "What are you doing here, petal?"
Petal. That's how he uses to call her when she feels bad, or sick. When she needs a cuddle-buddy on her bad days. And right now she's not feeling bad. Not at all.
"Do you love me?" she said directly. "Is it true what they say?"
"Well, yeah" he laughed sadly, that laugh that hurts on his chest. "It seems that it was too obvious"
"Whatever" she groaned.
"And you love me" he said, sitting next to her the same way she was sitting, looking at the water like her. "We are so blind-"
"Shut up" she said cutting his words, making him look at her with a frown on his eyebrows. "If you loved me why the hell you fucked another? Why the hell you were smiley and flirty with other women when you had me in front of you for many years?"
"Because I'm a coward, Melissa" he sighed with a smile. "And an idiot, because the love of my life was exactly in front of me, and everything I did was ignore her".
Silence was around them. She couldn't talk, neither him. But their bodies were aching to be touched by the other, her heart was beating fast, the heartbeat sounding loud on her ears. His arms worked alone, wrapping her shoulder and pulling her close to him, he head resting on his shoulder. Silence, that's what they needed.
"I love you, okay?" he whispered. "Since the moment I won that taxi when we played paper, scissors and rock. Since that non date we had on that coffee. And having you with me since that day was the best thing that could happen to me, you being my doctor, my roommate, my best friend. You are everything I need, Melissa".
She was quiet, looking at him. That was what she needed. A confession to take that invisible veil put of her eyes and make her see what she missed all those years.
Her hand cupped his cheek making him look down at her and she just had to stand on her knees to finally press her lips on his, a dream she had for many years. And even if they did kiss in the past (truth or dare game), this kiss felt different. It felt like they were confessing their love with touches and without words.
That's how they work, they tell each other things in silence, with looks and gestures. He knows where he has to look because she tells him with her eyes. She knows he's in pain because he touches where it hurts. He knows she's tired because she blinks slowly and her shoulders feel heavy.
"Let's have a good time" he whispered on her lips, brushing them on hers making her feel goosebumps. "Together. Let's drink beer on ice just like Hank taught us when we went to Texas. Sing the songs they put on the speakers like if we are on a karaoke. Sit on my lap, because I need good looking woman to claim I'm hers. I'm yours, Melissa. I have always been yours"
"And I'm yours" she whispered looking at him with a smile.
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Your opinion on Loki Season 2 Ep.1?
oh dearest anon (read this as a sigh)
i missed this show so much.. i literally have only good things to say about this first episode!
spoiler and long post warning hehe
First of all - them!!!! So much lokius content😭 Although yes, I'm a little disappointed that we've been robbed of a reunion hug, i forgive them. Because we've been worrying about them never meeting again for years now - of course we expected a huge relief hug, but for Loki, he was only worried for a few minutes. Very stressful few minutes, I must add, but Mobius - I think he knew they would meet again, because THIS MAN- *hits table* The amount of trust he has now in Loki!!! (And in the show's universe they basically just hugged not even long ago, so it's fine...)
And on that second thought, it's killing me that we didn't get to know what Loki wanted to tell him. The part of me that can still see clearly says that it's probably something about Sylvie or something sentimental like the fact that he really values him but they probably won't feed our aching hearts:((
Otherwise my thoughts on the whole episode are OH MY GOD THE SET!!! I cannot even articulate how much I love every single detail, in the props, shots, costumes and lighting choices... I'm so happy that there was so much work put into that because it just screams quality. In season one I really didn't like the scenes where the CG scenery was obvious - and not because it's CG but mostly because of the lighting... Let me just add an example
Like... ugh;;; Ravonna's window is in fact a blue screen. (You can see it in the Assembled episode.) Not even the blinds are real. So it's not the CG's fault, it's the lighting and the colour choices for me.
They sticked to this.. 70's.. socialist.. brutalist look and made it even cooler and i'm SO here for it~ My little easter european heart skipping with glee lmao. Like it's so timeless and suspicious and futuristic at the same time, it's so perfect.
I don't understand why they committed to the grainy effect but honestly? It's so slay. And the close up shots???
OMNOMNOM EATING THESE UPPPP
So anyways. I'm obsessed and I can't wait to watch the next episode. I already love the shots in McDonald's, loooove Sylvie's new hair, don't really care about the relationship plot because I don't think it's gonna be interesting :/
(I actually liked the fact that they made them "fall in love" but I think in order for it to work, the next step should be realising that their love is platonic. I think it would make sense story-wise, making Loki realise that loving yourself means to be kind to yourself, but not to the point of self obsession - i don't know if this makes sense, this is just a side note...)
Sorry for the long reply, I'm just.. aaaah I'm so happy it's finally here, I had to scream into the void... Thank you so much for asking me anon, sorry if I made you read more then you expected, hope it wasn't too boring!:))
#loki spoilers#loki season 2#loki tv show#loki series#loki#mobius m mobius#lokius#sylvie#reviews from ici
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