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formosusiniquis · 16 days

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for @thefreakandthehair and inspired by this. Everyone enjoy some bee keeper!Eddie saving the day so Steve can play some baseball

Eddie picked up beekeeping the way he picked up most things in his life: accidentally and by virtue of following a crumb of serotonin straight down the rabbit hole of obsession. It isn't what he expected to do for a living, and at this point he does have to admit that when it accounted for 91% of his taxable income last year it is what he does for a living, but he likes that he gets to work outside and set his own hours. He likes that the regular customers he has who buy his honey are nice, and likes getting to advise people about things like flavor profiles and what they taste best with, it was the thing he liked best about his position at the dispensary that was now more of a side gig. And then there's his contract with city animal control that gets him called out to parts of the city he didn't even know existed to relocate hives a lot more often than he thought would happen.

It's a good life, and he likes that he's made it himself.

But it's the kind of life that gets him calls from people late at night when trying to finish binging Fallout before the internet can spoil it for him. He has a rule to always answer when Chrissy calls though, he isn't going to miss helping her if it's an emergency.

“I need a favor,” she says before he's even finished answering.

“Anything for you,” he agrees.

“You might regret saying that.”

Chrissy Cunningham turned a full ride scholarship for cheerleading into a business and marketing degree and she turned that into a fancy job with the White Sox that he didn’t fully understand but totally supported. He wore the free cap she gave him, and was endlessly glad that as a white guy he didn’t get gatekept the way girls like Chrissy did, since he couldn’t name a single player on the team.

And it was that endless support that had him in his full gear at the White Sox stadium with his smoker and bee vac.

Chrissy meets him at the front with a harried expression and a warm hug, “I’d say I owe you one but if everything goes right we’ll be totally square before the first inning.”

“What does that mean?” he asks, repeating it louder when all she gives him is an enigmatic smile.

The only answer he truly gets is being shoved into a little green cart that she drives with a frightening speed. She drives them through the stadium through a route he has no hope of remembering on his own until they reach an opening that leads straight out to the field. Eddie always had a dream, as a kid, of being a rockstar, driving out onto the diamond to a sudden and uproarious cheer is the closest he thinks he’s ever come to truly experiencing what it would be like to be famous on stage.

He hams it up of course. Waves his arms to try to get them to cheer louder as Chrissy stears them toward the lifter that he’s going to have to go up to get to the swarm. And they do, the cheers becoming an enthusiastic roar, a sound so loud he thinks he could climb them up to the bees without the lifter.

“Focus will you, you’re on national television right now.” Chrissy says, with a subtle elbow to his side.

“Yeah but how many people are watching a delayed baseball game?”

Never one to just take his smartass comments, he’s sure that Chrissy says something super witty and sarcastic back. Only Eddie made the mistake of turning his head and catching sight of the most glorious ass in the snuggest pair of pinstriped white baseball pants and lost the ability to hear. A second elbow in his side reminds his brain full of metaphorical bees that he’s on television and he doesn’t have his veil on, he isn’t about to get caught drooling on television.

The fattest ass in the stadium turns around and Eddie thinks he’s been stung. He has to be going into anaphylaxis with the way he suddenly can’t catch his breath. The guy in front of him, with a hand on his hip and his eyes trained unwaveringly on Eddie is tongue-swellingly hot. And he just keeps getting closer as Chrissy doesn’t stop driving forward.

“Steve, you’re not supposed to get this close, you're our starting pitcher you can’t get stung.” Chrissy chides.

“I just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to kill the bees.” The guy, Steve, says.

“He’s not.”

“I’m not,” Eddie says, shaking his head as fast as he can, like that will make things more convincing for the hot baseball guy. But he’s got an eyebrow raised giving Eddie an up and down like he still doesn’t believe him.

“Look,” he pulls out his equipment so Steve can see. “I’ll smoke them with this, that’ll make them calm so they don’t freak out when I vacuum them up with this.”

“And running them through a vacuum isn’t going to kill them?”

“It’s a gentle suck,” he says, immediately filled with a burning mortification. “It’s just enough to move them into the tank where I can relocate them.”

Hot baseball Steve has his big brown eyes open even wider, there’s a twitch at his mouth like he’s about to say something else and Eddie actually can’t have that. “Chris can we get me strapped into this thing, we want to get this big ballgame going right?”

Steve takes a couple steps back, hands raised up in a placating gesture. Whether it’s for him or for Chrissy because he didn’t listen, Eddie’s too busy putting a neon yellow safety buckle on to think about it.

He takes his time, this is basically free marketing so he’s not about to rush through or do a half-assed job. But in just a few minutes he has a vac full of bees and the game is ready to be played. The lifter gently lowers Eddie back to the ground with another round of cheers. He unclips from the safety harness and takes a shallow bow for the crowd.

Then Steve is jogging over, Eddie stands up straighter than he ever has in his life. Nervous for what is about to happen.

“You saved the game, man!” Steve has the nicest smile that Eddie has ever seen, wide and toothy. He is but a man and thus falls a little bit in love immediately.

“It was nothing, really, just part of the job, y’know.”

“Well, here’s something you probably haven’t done on the job. You have to throw the first pitch.”

“No, no, I absolutely will not be doing that.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, a mischief lights up in Steve’s eyes. He jerks his chin up at Chrissy who says something Eddie is too far away to hear into a walkie talkie. He thinks he has a guess though when the loudspeaker begins to drawl, “Laaadies and Gentlemen, our game is about to begin. Tonight’s first pitch will be thrown by our bee rescuer, Eddie Munson!”

The crowd begins to scream again, but the sound is almost like the hive's steady drone when Steve leans close enough to whisper, “It’s just ceremonial, all you’ve got to do is throw it. I’ll even play catcher for you.” And Eddie’s helpless to do anything but nod.

There’s actually a lot that has to happen before they’re ready for him to throw his sad attempt at a pitch. But that gives him the time to settle his equipment out of the way and scream at Chrissy. Still it’s sooner than he’d like before she’s shuffling him over to a big mound of dirt in the center of everything. She pushes his hat and veil back and it feels a little proud father of the bride right until she pats him on the top of his head and whispers, “Don’t fuck it up, nerd.”

His palms are sweaty, they feel too slick to get a good grip on the small, white ball. He thinks he might throw up, only across from him Steve is there. A glove on one hand he sends Eddie an encouraging little finger wave with the other.

He can do this.

He takes a deep breath and throws.

It’s awful. Too high and a little off center, but Steve snags it in that large, ungloved palm and the crowd cheers again like he’s done something fantastic. He’s starting to think they’re just happy to be here.

He starts to walk off the field, toward Chrissy where he knows he’s safe. But he can’t help noticing that Steve is jogging his way too; the ball that Eddie just threw in one hand, a sharpie in the other, his glove tucked tight under his arm. “Eddie, hey, you gotta take this with you, dude.”

Steve lobs it at him in a soft underhand, and Eddie still fumbles the catch, “Thanks, man, but really, I don’t-” the rest of his response dies in his mouth when he realizes just what Steve has scribbled across the ball.

“Give me a call if you’re interested,” Steve says, walking backward toward the mound Eddie just left, “I can show you my gentle suck.” He laughs at his own shitty pickup line, which is somehow more attractive than his whole hot jock thing.

Eddie thinks he must be blushing up to his hairline by the time he makes it back to Chrissy and his things. She looks too smug for it to be any other way. “Told you we’d be even before the end of the night.”

“Chris, if this goes well I might owe you a favor. Now we gotta go, I’ve got bees to relocate.”

#steddie #steddie fic #my fic #baseball player steve harrington #beekeeper eddie munson #platonic hellcheer #i know just enough about baseball to enjoy the occasional game lex so sorry for any egregious inaccuracies #about half of the writing time was me trying to figure out how bees are relocated

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months

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[11:04 pm]

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

This was likely the best concert you'd ever been to. It was lively, fun, and the best time you'd had in a while. And you're an idol! You sang along to all the songs and danced with little to no worries in the world.

The next song started, a familiar beat started, your favorite song. You turned to Jaehyun excitedly squealing as the instruments started up. He smiled at you brightly, nodding his head along with the music.

“Ooh, don’t we look good together?” Bruno Mars started singing.

You raised your arms, swaying side to side, singing along without a care in the world. This night had been amazing. Ever since becoming an idol, there had been very few times where you felt free out in public. You always felt like you had to lol over your shoulder, be proper, and on your best behavior in case something got you in trouble.

There were always cameras pointed at you, but not tonight. Bruno Mars had a running habit for his shows which worked out great for you as an idol, your boyfriend who was an idol, and other celebrities who very rarely got to be out in public without the fear of a camera on them. You and Jaehyun were lucky that both your companies supported your relationship, but that didn’t mean all fans did. Even though your relationship was confirmed, you and Jaehyun very rarely went out publicly just for your own comfort. The lack of cameras and phones at this camera made it all the more exciting on top of the fact that you both loved Bruno Mars.

The cameras around the venue jumped around to different people in the audience as the song went on. “Fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine,” Bruno sang.

The band paused, “I said fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine.” The cameras jumped to a couple, as the woman was pulled in and given a kiss. You hadn't realized the cameras were going to jump around the audience and show the fellas grabbing their ladies.

“Let’s try this again, fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine,” Bruno Mars sang again. Before you could even process the image on the screen you felt Jaehyun wrapping his arms around your waist before dipping you back into a kiss. You laughed loudly, cupping his cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

You stood upright, just catching the screen showing the two of you before switching to another couple as the line repeated once more as the song kept going.

You and Jaehyun danced the night away with each other, singing at the top of your lungs without a worry in the world. It hadn't even crossed your mind that surely people, fans of either you or Jaehyun, might break the rule of no phones and catch sight of you.

When you were both in the van ready to head home, the serotonin boost dropping to a tired calmness. Jaehyun let out a laugh, leaning over to show you his screen. Someone had captured the entire video of you and Jaehyun from one of the big screens. You could see the dazzling smile on Jaehyun's face and the look of surprise on your face as he dipped you back. You had been so in the moment that you hadn't even heard the sharp rise in cheers and volume when you and Jaehyun appeared on the screen.

It was a cute video and you were glad someone had captured it. Scrolling through the comments, it looked like people agreed. The video had been posted almost an hour ago and already had over 100 thousand reposts. You were even trending! Some people in the comments even admitted to not knowing who either of you were but wanted to become fans.

You handed the phone back with a smile, "someone said that if I ever get tired of you, they'll take care of me. They offered to take care of all my plants while I'm away and make me dinner every night."

Jaehyun playfully rolled his eyes, "most of the comments were about you. I forget how much the internet adores my girlfriend."

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #Jaehyun blurbs #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun timestamps

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ghouljams · 9 months

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What do you think Soap’s reaction to his demon purring would be ? For some reason, I could see her with a very loud purr, the kind that shakes you to your core and has your body filled with free serotonin in less than a minute. I would absolutely lose it if Soap was patting her head and she would actually start *vibrating* because of her loud purring.

The guy would probably tease the hell out of her for this.

Hush absolutely purrs so loud, and it's definitely shocking for yet another "why would I read the manual" demon wrangler.

You're laying on top of Soap on the couch in the barrack's commons. He's scratching your head idly as he reads over a dossier. You've got your face pressed against his chest, arms around his waist. One of his knees is bent to cage you against the couch, keeping you from falling off as you both relax. Your eyes drift closed, blinking slow as you watch shitty TV. If you knew there were going to be lazy days like this, you would've clawed your way topside ages ago.

Soap feels a little rumble from you, and smiles to himself. He hadn't anticipated demons would be this cuddly. You're certainly useful in the field, definitely saved his neck enough times already to pay for yourself, but the cuddling? It's a pleasant surprise. Another rumble, longer this time as he scratches the base of where he knows your horns are(neatly vanished to aid the aforementioned cuddling). Then it really starts up in earnest.

The low purr that rumbles against his chest like an overgrown cat. It rolls over him like gentle thunder. Louder than anything he's heard even from the most affectionate kittens. You seem to vibrate with it, Soap tries to keep from laughing, it feels like you're trying to press those vibrations into him too.

He turns the page of his dossier, keeps his smile as he reads. It's hard to keep his focus on the actual material when you keep drawing it with your purrs. You're wonderfully comforting. And loud, despite the way the rest of you revolves around silence. He'll tease you for it later, when he's not being vibrated into the couch.

#cod x reader #x reader #oc x oc #x oc #oc: hush #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap mw2 #soap x reader #soap x oc #this is where I lowkey drop that Hush uses he/him #and I have been sitting on that for a fucking while now #another OC that I have an incredibly clear vision of #soap x m!reader #soap x m!oc #just gonna... drop those on there

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aventurinemybeloved · 2 months

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Summary: Aventurine wouldn't mind being your personal mannequin forever if it meant having you this close to him

Fem!reader who's a popular fashion designer all throughout the universe, currently just "friends" with aventurine here, more like sugar daddy tho- very self indulgent because I have my oc in mind while writing this lol

"Not that I'm questioning your process when it comes to your craft, but aren't you tired?"

"Hm nope, not at all are you?"

"I've handled far worse than just standing for a few hours, don't mind me friend, continue"

While that wasn't exactly a lie, it has been a couple of hours since Aventurine was made to be a makeshift mannequin for you, this was supposed to be a day to relax and take both your mind off work.

But it seems that inspiration has struck the minute you laid eyes on a particular fabric store that just got a new stock on a handful of interesting designs, without a second thought you rushed in, your companion had looked away for one second and the next he sees that you've already made yourself comfortable shuffling through the many options to choose from.

As he made his way back to your side, the faint sound of you mumbling under your breath could be heard clearer and clearer, while he didn't quite catch all of it, he was able to piece some things, one of which you wishing you had your mannequin back at the boutique right about now.

"Hey, why not use me for a bit?"

While Aventurine obviously isn't a mannequin, he can sure act like one if you need it, and that you did so you agreed without putting much thought into it, making a mental note to make him a little something as thanks.

And now here you two were, in the middle of the store as you try to pin fabric with your hands on Aventurine's body, he expected this to happen after all he's not the type to willingly volunteer for something without it benefiting him in some way, but he was not prepared for how close you'd be.

Practically an inch away from him, chest against his as you maneuver the fabric in your hands all over him trying to come up with a design in mind, his nose catching a whiff of your shampoo as the top of your head was practically in his face, he's mastered the art of keeping a poker face but a couple hours of this, no one can blame the man for cracking as time goes on.

Luckily for him it seems you've finally finished whatever it was you were doing, he can't even remember even though you were talking about it earlier, his mind growing muddled with serotonin.

He managed to snap out of it as you call over a worker to place an order for your chosen items, and of course pay for it, Aventurine beat you to it though handing his card while softly smiling.

"It's on me"

"What? Aventurine I can pay for it myself, there's really no need to-"

"I insist, it's a treat for how much I enjoyed being your little helper"

Just as you were about to contradict him, insisting even more that you should be the one paying since he already helped you, the worker has already swiped his card handing it back to him and walked off to prepare your order.

You could only facepalm, this wasn't the first time that he has thwarted your attempts at paying for your own things, he's done it so many times you've lost count, and while it's a fact that all of it combined wouldn't make a dent in his wallet, you still couldn't hell but feel guilty.

Not for long though as you could feel a hand gently patting your head, peaking up at him you could see a soft smile on his face.

"You know the deal~" he said in a singsong way

You playfully rolled your eyes

"Yeah yeah, Just let me know when you're free and we'll hang out again"

It was weird to you at first how that was the only thing he wanted after spending so much on you, but overtime you've sorta started to understand it, and want it as much as he does as well.

#aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #belle writes

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upon-a-starry-night · 6 months

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Number Neighbors Pt. 10

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You layed in bed as the sun shone through your curtains, it was well past the time you would usually wake up but who could blame you, weekends were your happy place. Although as of late you’d been getting your source of serotonin from somewhere else. You rolled over and picked up your phone, checking the time. Noon. nice.

You tried not to be disappointed at the lack of notifications on your screen, it’s not like you got messages from anything but take-out places and…

You sighed, Nat hadn’t responded for an entire week now.

You knew she told you about how her job would cause her to go remote but it didn’t make it any easier, and after last weekend… god you needed to get a life. You really couldn’t let your whole life revolve around one woman you met on the internet. So what if she makes you laugh harder than you ever have in your life, and listens better than the copper statues in the park downtown?

You wondered if she even considered you a friend in the same way you did her.

The fact that she hadn’t blocked you yet meant she was at least entertained by your personality but did she feel the same connection you did? The same loneliness when you didn’t text her back for a while (not that it was ever that long). Did you help her unwind after a long day at work as well?

You sighed, pulling the covers over your face and groaning. Maybe you were becoming too dependent on someone who only saw you as entertainment. The one time you decide to try something new ends up with you having a quarter-life crisis, it’s just your luck.

You layed in bed staring at the ceiling until a sudden wave of irritation washed over you, you were not going to waste the rest of the day wallowing in self-pity like this.

You threw the covers off of your body, a newborn determination in your bones.

Today you were going to try something new and it was going to be great. You’d make sure of it.

Your initial intention had been to try a new activity; pottery or rug making or something hands on but when your stomach grumbled you figured a new restaurant was still as adventurous as you were looking for.

You weren’t in a particular mood for anything so you entered “restaurants near me” into your phone and scrolled until you found a cute retro-looking diner that was only a thirty-minute walk from you.

You could use the fresh air and the exercise so you clicked on the directions and placed your headphones into your ears as you began walking down the street.

The diner was as cute as the pictures had shown, if not cuter. The retro 70’s style of the seats and decor was always a style you’d been a fan of. It was the kind of place where a lot of influencers would probably come to take pictures. You wondered why you’d never come across this place only to spot the “Just opened!” sign on the cherry red counter.

As soon as you sit down you’re approached by a man who seems too cute to be a server, he’s dressed in a leather jacket and jeans with a simple white T-shirt underneath. He looks like he’s straight out of Grease and it almost makes you laugh at how much he fits in.

Much to your surprise, the handsome stranger pulls a notebook and pen out of his pocket and smiles at you.

“What can I get for a pretty lady such as yourself?”

The compliment makes you blush and you quickly realize that he fit in so well because he did work here. You figured there would be some sort of uniform or apron the servers would have to wear but apparently, they were all free to come dressed like they just walked out of a teenage vampire TV series.

He tilted his head when you didn’t respond and you watched the way a strand of his hair fell in front of his face and suddenly you felt like a teenage girl all over again.

You quickly cleared your throat and looked back down at the menu “Oh uhm- I will get…”

You looked over the menu and picked out the first thing that sounded appealing, tacking on a milkshake at the end of your order.

Your server wrote everything down with practiced ease and flashed you a charming style before going to put your order in.

Once your food was delivered and you were chowing down you began absentmindedly scrolling on your phone through your Instagram fyp, it was all your typical preferred content and you liked and saved a few posts before your milkshake was brought out by a woman who was dressed in various shades of red white and pink, an apron sat tied around her waist.

So they did have a uniform?

Or was this one of those places that only made women dress up? You smiled at the waitress as she handed you your drink and you thanked her and began scrolling through your coworker's posts.

One of the women you worked with had just gotten engaged. You clicked on her profile and scrolled through the posts of her with all her friends. The sight only reminded you of your lack thereof and your current… predicament with your only friend.

Your mood quickly turned sour once again and you found yourself sadly sipping your milkshake as you stared out of the window, watching couples pass by and squinting your eyes at them in jealousy.

You're sure you probably looked weird and you weren’t all that surprised when an older man approached your booth. You were sure you were about to get kicked out for glaring at potential customers when his lips turned down into a frown and his hands landed on his hips, he was wearing a white apron and a nametag that said “Dale”, and from the looks of it, he was some kind of cook.

“Never in my 30 years running this place have I seen someone look so sad eating my food” Before you had a chance to respond he was sliding into the seat across from you and telling you about how the restaurant came to be.

He told you a lot of stories about his wife and all the ways he tried to win her over before she finally agreed to date him.

You laughed more in the 30 minutes he was talking to you than you had in over a week and you smiled at the warm sensation that filled your stomach. You forgot how good it could feel to interact with other people in person.

After you finished laughing at Dale’s most recent tale you sighed with a smile on your face and made eye contact, hoping to convey your sincerity

“I’m sorry I looked so upset earlier- I swear it wasn’t because the food was bad”

Dale just smiled knowingly and nodded his head at your phone

“Partner troubles?”

You blushed, not able to make eye contact with Dale as thoughts of you and Nat swarmed your head. Briefly, you wondered if she’d like this place, and you quickly shook the idea from your head.

“Not exactly, I’m just a little salty I guess. Everyone my age is getting married and I can’t even keep a boyfriend.” You covered your face in embarrassment, unable to face the complete stranger whom you just spilled your guts to. When you finally gained the courage to remove your hands Dale was looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“What” You tilted your head, a confused smile overtaking your face

“Let me introduce you to my son. He’s around your age, very outgoing, very charming” He winked at you when he said the last trait and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that left you. You were always anxious when it came to new people but you promised yourself you were going to try new things today so you lightly nodded your head and Dale immediately stood up to go fetch his son.

A minute later your original server begins heading your way and you prepare to hand him your card but you’re surprised when he sits down in the spot where Dale sat. Before you can say anything Dale is back with another milkshake telling you it’s on the house and leaving with another quick wink.

It finally registers in your head a second later that the man across from you is Dale's son, hence why he probably didn’t have to wear a uniform. It was nice of him to help out his father.

You stuck your hand out across the table and felt your lips curl into a friendly smile.

“So you’re the infamous son I’ve heard so little about?”

A smirk appeared on your table buddy's face and his warm hand reached across the surface and clasped yours in a firm grip.

“So I am”

The two of you talked for what felt like 4 hours but was only one, During that period you finished your milkshake and learned that Dale’s son’s name was Dolion after his Greek great-grandfather but that he preferred to go by “Leon”, you also learned that Leon and his father had just moved here on account of his mother passing away.

The two of you hit it off more than you thought and you found you shared a lot of similar interests, although he was a lot more outgoing than you were.

Leon was by far one of the most charming men you’d ever met, his father was right, and when you found yourself getting up to leave he grabbed you by the arm and asked you for your number, how could you say no?

The walk home was a happy one and you found yourself stopping to sit at a park with a smile on your face as you thought about your day.

Maybe it would be a good month after all.

Maybe this was the start of something really lovely

Pt.11

No Nat content this chapter sorry guys :( ~ Starry

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leclercsbf · 8 months

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i feel like we don’t talk enough about how lando is actually so down bad for oscar

like yes oscar’s middle name is literally heart eyes when he’s around lando and mans straight up giggles and laughs at every things that come out of lando’s mouth, not to mention the cute little scrunch things he does with his nose

but i think it’s so cute how lando tries to actively bring that out of oscar (even if we all know he doesn’t even have to try cause oscar is down for him that bad) like if he sees oscar giggling at something he does he will literally go out of his way and exaggerate whatever he’s doing just so oscar giggles a bit harder

i think the fact the oscar is literally THE embodiment of the standing man emoji actually drives lando crazy and he actually really likes it in a way where he feels the need to kind of break his back just to kind of impress oscar or get a cute reaction out of him, it kind of reminds me of carlos with charles

i feel like lando actually really loves oscar’s sense of humour as well, the dry, sarcastic thing he’s got going on, lando was probably taken aback by it at the start not in a bad way but just because he probably wasn’t used to it as much, because oscar’s different compared to carlos and danny in terms of the energy levels i would say and that’s the thing i think oscar’s sense of humour actually flusters lando in a way

the both of them are so down bad for each other, it’s actually sickening but weirdly endearing at the same time, your fics about them give me so much serotonin it’s insane, they’re so perfectly worded and just so everything <333

absolutely spot on, anon, this is a vital part of the landoscar manifesto. throwing the rest of my response under the cut because i already know that this is going to get long.

the thing about oscar is that he’s got a great sense of humor, but for the most part it’s hidden underneath his usual deadpan stare. he’s not like carlos or daniel who joke easily and laugh easily and make friends easily. oscar takes a bit of time to warm up to people and he’s a rookie on top of that, so i would imagine that he came into the team shy and somewhat reserved, focused on his job and focused on doing well (lando just about confirmed that here by saying oscar’s in his “serious phase”). once lando got to know oscar a little better, once he started making oscar laugh, he immediately started doing whatever he could to draw that same reaction again and again and again—because he didn’t know that oscar could laugh like that, that he could make oscar laugh like that. now that he’s aware, he’s practically addicted, because oscar’s the kind of guy who barely reacts to anything and yet lando can make him laugh so hard that he practically folds himself in half. who’s going to tell lando that most of the time his jokes aren’t even that funny and that oscar only laughs as hard as he does because he has a crush on lando the size of fucking australia? i guarantee that if anyone other than lando tried to say any of that, oscar wouldn’t so much as smile. that’s how he was back in F2—he leveled every dumb joke with the most unimpressed stare known to man. this is why landoscar makes me so fucking insane, because somehow—somehow—lando has oscar giggling. he’s not that funny, oscar, get up.

“sickening but weirdly endearing” just about sums up The Landoscar Experience. i look at them and i can’t believe how down bad they are for each other, but i really wouldn’t have them any other way. absolutely love how you compared them to charlos, because you’re right—lando and carlos are former teammates who do their damnedest to make their current teammates laugh. said teammates always reward them by fucking giggling at their dumb jokes which is just, why, but good for the gays i guess. not sure how you feel about maxiel, anon, and if you don’t like it feel free to skip the rest of this passage—but max does the same fucking thing. he cracks a joke then immediately checks to see if daniel found it funny, and if he did, that’s when max allows himself to laugh. he’s also like charles and oscar in the sense that he laughs at literally everything daniel does, which sounds pretty fair given the fact that daniel’s one of the funniest drivers on the grid, but max laughs at fucking everything. one time daniel said “adios” and max found it hilarious. like. why though. this is a sport full of men who just need to kiss.

this got super fucking long, but thank you so much for sending this lovely ask my way! it was a joy to read through. i’m also really glad that you like my work. i hope whichever fics i write next won’t disappoint. wishing you a great day or night, anon. ♥️

#inbox #anon #landoscar

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widowbitessting · 1 year

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Part 4

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet! Get blankets, something warm to drink and enjoy the next chapter of this universe <3

Lots of love,

Livvy xox

Trigger Warnings: There's a negative word for lesbians mentioned, as well as the brief appearance of this seasons antagonists. I will do a trigger warning for every time they make an appearance, I want to keep you all safe. If you want to read after seeing this trigger warning, please do not send me hate afterwards. I have warned you. If anything triggers you, please do not read.

“Natty? Hi!”

You can hear her smiling through the phone as you giddily jump up and down on the spot.

You don’t care if people are looking at you.

The fact that you’re actually speaking to Natasha, after what feels like the longest period of your life, is enough to fill your brain with serotonin to last you weeks.

“Hi, baby.” She chuckles. “Excited to hear from me, are you?”

God, you missed her voice.

You miss everything about her.

So freaking much.

“Very excited, I missed you!” You can’t stop smiling. Grinning even. “Where’s Wanda? Is she okay?”

“Clearly you haven’t missed me that much if you’re already asking for Wanda, kitten.”

Your smile falters.

“No! Wait!”

But Natasha laughs and the worry of upsetting her all but evaporates.

Carol watches you, grinning.

Only stopping to cast a defensive glare at a teen who watches you with a disgusted look.

Subtly turning you so you don’t register the teen.

You’re telling a story about face planting a door to even notice Carol moving you.

Your mood is far too innocent to deal with any obnoxious people.

When Carol is happy you’re still fully consumed by your conversation with Natasha, as well as distracted by the sugary goodness on the counters display, Carol returns her attention to the teen and raises an eyebrow, glaring at him.

When he clocks her stare, the boy’s glare falls from his face but he doesn’t back down.

“Is there a problem?” Carol asks in a low, warning tone.

The boy doesn’t reply.

He takes his drink and pastry and walks past, muttering the word, “Dykes.” under his breath so Carol specifically hears it.

She’s just so happy Natasha has you under her spell.

And oh, how Carol wishes she responded.

Cause a scene over this teen roach who wants to try and hurt you.

Hurt what’s hers.

Theirs.

Their baby girl.

It seems that karma wants this kid almost as badly as Carol does because the second he opens the door; three seagulls go for him.

White blurs tackle him, snatching bits of his pastry, leaving it reduced to nothing but soggy crumbs in his hand within seconds.

He lets out a startled scream.

In his haste to scramble away with what dignity he has, the boy ends up tipping his coffee all over his white shirt.

As well as almost losing one of his trainers in the process.

Carol watches, a smug smile firm on her face as the teenager bats away the seagulls with what remains of his pastry.

The rest of the coffee shop customers are watching too, enjoying the free show.

When the kid lets out a long stream of swear words, it catches your attention and you glance outside too; just in time to see the kid throwing his empty coffee cup to the ground in anger.

You glance at Carol.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing, baby girl.” She kisses your temple. “Keep on talking with Natty.”

You shrug and go back to looking at the delicious treats.

Carol’s hand once again finds your own as the boy contemplates coming back into the store.

But he catches Carol’s gaze - as well as most of the others in the store - and rethinks his options.

Instead, he swaggers off, trying to keep what little of his pride he had left.

Which in Carol’s eyes isn’t a lot.

When she turns her attention back to you, your nose is all but pressed up against the glass counter.

“Easy there, baby girl. You’re gonna go through the glass if you’re not careful.”

Carol can’t help the small grimace as you pull back, a nose print staining the glass.

Groaning about germs as you shoot her a sheepish look.

“Tell Carol we say hi, baby?” Natasha asks you.

“I will, after I get to speak with Wanda.”

“Oh? Was that an order, little girl?” The red head replies.

“I - no.”

“Pass the phone to Carol like a good little girl and we’ll forget this happened, understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You hand the phone quickly and get a brief head scratch from Carol in return.

“Stop scaring the small one, baby.” Carol says with a smirk into the phone. “Oh? Is that so?”

Carol’s playful demeanour changes so suddenly it has you nervously biting at your thumb.

“Leave it with me. You’re not staying there for another two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” You can’t stop the pout from forming.

Carol yanks you to her side and cuddles you close.

“No, baby. They’ll be home in two days like we promised. No later.”

Natasha continues the conversation and Carol listens.

Sensing your worry, she asks Natasha to pause before speaking to you.

“Go and order our drinks, kitten. Order the sweetest thing that you had your eye on and then find us a table, okay? Everything is fine.”

“Do you want an americano or a latte?” You ask a little glumly.

Carol leans down to peck your lips.

“Americano, please, baby. With warm milk.”

You nod, and reluctantly do as you’re told, letting go of Carol’s hand to walk to the till to make your orders.

Only, as you’re about to open your mouth to greet the lady, Carol shouts your name.

“I’ll call Nat back on my cell. You got a message too, baby.”

She chucks you your phone and you manage to catch it straight to your chest.

You wince.

You don’t even check who it is, instead opting to pocket it so you can order your drinks and treat instead.

The need for sugar is too high.

They’re going to be gone for two more weeks? How is that even fair?

And what if Carol has to go back?

You’ll be alone once again; being an awkward third wheel to MJ and Peter…eating crappy take out while they are all cuddled up on the couch under the same blanket…

“...hon? That’ll be $13 total.”

“Oh! Sorry.”

The cashier smiles.

“How will you be paying today?”

“Card, please.”

Of course when you go to pay, Carol just appears with her own card, and taps it against the machine before you can blink.

“My treat, baby.” She kisses your cheek, smiling when you blush slightly. “I’ll bring the drinks over.”

“Okay,” You lean up so you can kiss her cheek. “I’m waiting for my cookie though. Don’t want you taking a sneaky bite.”

“You don’t want me to take a sneaky bite of your cookie?”

You can hear Natasha’s belly laugh from Carol’s cell and fight back the blush when the server comes back with your treat.

You just know she heard Carol’s remark with the way she refuses to make eye contact with you.

“One chocolate chip cookie. Your drinks will be a couple minutes.”

You go to take your treat from her but somehow, despite being quick, Carol manages to get it before you.

She takes a large bite from your cookie before handing it over to you.

“Yummy.” Carol says, crumbs falling from her lips. “Good choice, kitten.”

“My cookie…”

You’re pouting and you fully know it.

“I’ll take another bite if you don’t stop pouting. Go and find us a table.”

You glance at your cookie and sigh.

“Fine.”

You turn and jump, a squeak escaping your lips when Carol smacks your ass.

“Less attitude too, please.”

“Sorry, Carol.”

You set off to find a table and the thought hits you.

You don’t have a middle ground nickname. For any of them.

Sure you have their dom titles; but in this case, calling Carol ‘Captain’ just doesn’t work.

You make the mental note to ask Carol this when she joins you.

You flop onto the sofa seat and sigh, nibbling on part of the cookie that Carol left you.

“Stupid, big mouth, dom.”

Your phone buzzes again.

“If this is you MJ, wanting a hot chocolate, I swear to God.”

But it isn’t MJ.

No.

Your body freezes.

It’s your bimonthly texts from your parents.

Coming in with a slam dunk to ruin your mood.

You can’t even bring yourself to open the messages; knowing they’ll be waiting to check for the ‘Read’ icon.

A request of hers.

So you opt for blissful ignorance instead.

Lying your phone screen down on the table, you nibble your cookie and watch Carol talk on the phone.

You can tell she’s stressed.

She wants Natasha and Wanda home just as much as you do.

When your phone buzzes again, you shove it roughly back into your pocket; mood officially sour.

The messages will be waiting when you get home.

They will still be waiting.

You refuse to let them ruin this.

Ruin the good in your life.

No.

You want to live in this bubble with your darling Trio a little while longer.

Before they come into it and destroy everything.

Is it too much to ask?

#sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #reader insert #reader #sugar mommies season 2

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cloverdaisies · 10 months

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FANTASIZE★彡 - K.SW 🎀🩺🌬️

sunwoo! x reader! bartender! ʚїɞ suggestive ! tbz short imagine!

description: “i fantasize about it all the time if you were mine.. ♪” there was something about your coworker that made you want him, maybe it was his cherry red lips or every charming word that slipped from them - whatever it was, you couldn’t resist. ʚїɞ

member: sunwoo x reader

genre: short! mildly suggestive!

SATURDAY NIGHT, 20:45 # PM

Darkness drew over the city, the night lit up with booze and bass lines blasting from every bar in the quarter. The bar you worked at particularly was the space for pre-drinks, with sober party goers coming to drunken themselves up before filling up the clubs later in the night.

Every night you signed yourself in, checked the list of other staff working and everytime you saw Sunwoo written in scruffy hand writing on that sheet your heart beat just a second faster than usual.

Irresistibly attractive, he seemed to be a favorite amongst every customer to waltz through the doors and it’s not hard to see why. With his messy hair, a jaw that could tear paper, dark eyes that produced the most seductive stare and lips that could kiss the most perfect mark on another’s skin. He was probably some reincarnation of the devil’s favorite persuader.

The bar didn’t look particularly busy despite it being a Saturday night, it was usually lined with drunkards begging for another pint but tonight there was only a few customers to serve.

“Hi.” You walked onto the bar greeting Sunwoo, as he was pouring a pint of beer into a glass from one of the pumps. You observed his hands, the veins running up them, leading to his thin long fingers which were wrapped around the beer glass.

“Hello.” He replied with a bright tone, briefly looking up to send you a smile as he carried on serving customers. It was a gorgeous grin that sent serotonin running wild around your brain, everything else in your body urging you not to just collapse right there and then.

Since tonight didn’t seem to be getting any busier, whilst Sunwoo served you grabbed a mop to wipe down the bar before a possible rush came in. You began swiping up the bar, managing to get every spot but under the shelf where Sunwoo was stood.

“Can I just get where you are?” You asked politely, he replied with a quick “sure thing” as he was still between pouring a drink. He stepped back hand still under the beer pump finishing the pint, you slid past him to mop the missed patch, almost stopping your whole pulse, he placed his free hand on your waist as you got past. A light touch that sent warmth, running through every stream of blood in your body. You could feel the silver bands of rings wrapped his finger make contact with your spine, it felt like magic.

With red ears, you quickly finished up the job and put the mop back in its place, fighting every instinct within you to not just grab his shirt and pull him into the back and put all this pent up tension to rest.

For the rest of the night, the bar continued at a slow pace, which was unusual for a Saturday. However it only meant you could close up earlier, an early bed time wasn’t on your list on complaints at all.

The door swang open last minute, causing yours and Sunwoo’s attention to move to the entrance where a girl in a pretty pink party dress sauntered in confidently.

“Hey baby.” She sat on the front of the bar stools, opening her purse and asking for a quick pint to which Sunwoo huffed out in frustration.

“What’s wrong with you? We’re going out tonight, cheer up. Jeez.” She shook her head, as he pulled out a glass to pour. You felt nothing but anger pool at the bottom of your stomach, acknowledging how she’d spoke to him like dirt.

“I told you already, you can go out. I’m not going anywhere.” Before she could reply to that statement, the ale pump began dropping and spurting. “Ah shit, we’re out of ale, I gotta go change the keg.” Sunwoo sighed as he checked the pumps, needing to have them ready for the morning staff to use.

“I’ll come take out the old barrel.” You followed him down to the cellar, conveniently the only place in the entire bar without cctv attached to every corner. Plus moving one of those massive metal barrels tended to be a two man job anyway.

“Is that your girlfriend?” You scoffed, sitting on top of one of the crates in the drinks cellar, it was enjoyable watching how he made the heavy lifting look as if it was easy, the way his muscles flexed poking out of his short sleeved shirt.

“Unfortunately.” He replied briefly, trying to focus on the job at hand but miserably failing as he caught sight of the way your legs looked, your skirt having rode up as you sat down.

“Then why is she your girlfriend if it’s unfortunate?” You taunted him, with a laugh, trying to make light of the fact he was letting himself be dragged around like a poor dog on a leash.

“Ehh. She wasn’t always like that.” He dusted off his hands, standing up straight to look at you with those familiar piercing eyes.

“Mmm. If you’re unhappy you should let her know.” You simply suggested, watching him roll his eyes as if he hasn’t heard that statement a thousand times already.

“You don’t think I haven’t?” He cocked his head, giving it a crack, which exposed his neck in the most attractive way you’d ever seen a man move.

“Do better.” Your voice dropped to be more sultry, taunting him again as you jumped down from the crate to your back against the metal shelves behind you.

“Better?” He laughed in annoyance walking closer towards you, with slow daunting steps that raised your pulse to the maximum, anticipating the worst you backed as much as you could up to the shelf.

“I think I could do much better right now.” He was dangerously close, so close you could feel the warmth of his fire chest the fresh scent of his breath and cologne mixing into to this masculine heat that sent all of your natural instincts wild. You looked up at him with your sparkling eyes, that sent him into heaven every time he caught.

“Fuck sake. I can’t do thi-” Before he could finish that unforgivable whine you grabbed him by his collar and smashed your lips on to his. Fire sparking between you both, hips crashing into one and others as he firmly gripped on to your waist his hands threatening to travel lower. All of your fantasies about this man, coming true in one moment, as things began to get more and more heated.

You broke things up, looking up at him with awkward eyes that only riled him up more, it took everything within him to tear himself away from you, you were absolute poison to him, you only made him more and more weak every time he laid eyes on you.

“You’re gonna kill me one day.” He grunted, smiling slightly towards the end of the sentence, a sly smirk that drove you wild. He was a dangerous case, you knew that from his every move, however it was impossible to resist.

a/n: how i feel after writing this! 😵‍💫 DIZZY… he’s more delulu than us… fr… also ari better release fantasize ik she’s kinda cancelled atm but that song is absolutely unreal… i’m a sucker for anything with a britney sound… KIM SUNWOO YOU WILL KILL ME MF!!!

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eunchancorner · 1 month

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Discoveries are being made

“RIHIHIHICK PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T! NAHAHAHOHOHO!!” Kevin squealed, shoving at his hands the brunette’s thumbs drew slow, rough circles into his ribs. He had no other method of escaping; Rick was holding him tight in his warm, soft arms as he sat on the couch and his legs were left to kick uselessly into nothing. Rick seemed unphased by his pleading, simply holding Kevin tighter and uttering one simple, deadpan statement.

“You love it.”

How monotone it was contrasted how teasy it felt, and what’s worse is Kevin knew denying it would just lead to further teasing. Even Rick liked pointing out his constant lee mood and it was a little unfair, in Kevin’s eyes.

Behind the couch, Radford chuckled quietly at the silly display, putting a hand on Rick’s shoulder.

“Think maybe he’s had enough, big guy? He is kinda howling,” the blond pointed out, watching his friend squirm. Again, Rick gave a monotone, simple, yet all too flustering answer.

“I’m not letting go, he’s too cute to let go of right now.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!” the poor ravenette squirmed in Rick’s arms, bright red blush overtaking his face. “IHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!”

With a sudden sound he couldn’t quite identify, Kevin suddenly tumbled forward onto the floor, crumpling onto the rug and clutching at his ribs, trying to rub away the lingering ghost tickles that still had him giggling. He looked back, confused at why Rick had suddenly let him go, and then he saw it; Rad was leaning onto Rick’s shoulder, hovering his hands over Rick’s sides, and Rick had a very small, but noticeably wobbly smile and uncharacteristically wide eyes, locked onto Rad’s hands. As the fog cleared from his brain, he realized what he was witnessing.

“Ihis… is Rick ticklish?”

“Oh yeah he is! I think he’s even more ticklish than you are! Look how bad this gets to him!” the blond chirped as he wiggled his fingers where they were. Kevin heard quiet, sputtery, deep giggles coming from the much larger man, interlaced with quiet ‘waitwaitwait’s, and couldn’t help but smile (a bit more) as he stood.

“Dude, he hasn’t even touched you yet!” Kevin couldn’t help but remark with amusement, and watched as Rick curled up a bit, covering his face. “I knohohowww…” he giggled out, “buhut I stihill feehehel ihihit…”

“Is it just his sides, or..?” Kevin stepped toward the two, watching.

“No, it’s everywhere! Try his belly, it’s so much worse!” the blond advised, his eyes bright with amusement.

Kevin nodded, holding his hands over Rick’s belly and curling them into wiggling claws, just as Rick was peeking back out of his hands. Upon seeing the ravenette, Rick hid again, his giggling hiking up in volume. Kevin couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his reactions.

Maybe he IS more ticklish than me!

He looked up at Radford, and, in a sudden moment of understanding, the two nodded. He prepared himself as Rad counted down silently, so as not to alert Rick.

‘Three…’

‘Two…’

‘One.’

And just like that, the two swooped in. Radford scribbled up and down Rick’s sides while Kevin clawed at his belly, the two pulling surprisingly loud, startled laughs from the unsuspecting brunette.

“AAAHAHAHAWAHAHAIT IHI WAHAHASN’T REHEHEADY!!” he grabbed at Kevin’s hands, making no effort to move them despite being significantly stronger, and Kevin couldn’t help but comment on it.

“You could try to be a little more convincing, y’know? At least I kinda try to put up a fight!~”

“C’mon, Kev, you know why. After all, why would Rick, of all people, try to fight free serotonin? He’s having such a good time, aren’t you, Rick?” Radford cooed, pressing his cheek against the brunette’s, able to feel the blush spreading.

“IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!” was the only answer he gave, but frankly, it was the only answer the two needed.

“Yeah, I noticed. Why’s he only grabbing me? Is this his worst spot or something?” Kevin asked.

“Oh, yeah, it’s a really fun spot, too! He gets so loud over it, it’s adorable!”

“I noticed! Hm, I wonder how loud he’ll get if… May I?” The ravenette cast a glance at the blond, and something in his eyes said he knew what Kevin wanted to do, leading him to stop his own ‘attack.’

“Be my guest, Kevs!”

Kevin paused his own tickles, giving Rick some time to breath as he stretched out as though he was about to do something monumental. He took a deep breath, counted down in his head, and, finally…

PBBBBTTTT

“BAHAHAHAHAKEHEHEVIHINWHYYY!!” Rick nearly squealed at the raspberry, pushing at Kevin’s head with one hand and grabbing at his shirt with the other. The ravenette took the hint and backed off, chuckling a little at such a big reaction.

“Well, I think, armed with this new information, I might have a chance in our tickle fights from now on,” Kevin beamed a bit, looking at the two. Rick was too busy trying to stop giggling like an excited kid to answer, so Rad was the only one left to give him the look that told him everything.

Even knowing Rick was ticklish was never going to save him.

#eun rants #sm #spooky month #sm tickles #spooky month tickles #kevin #rick #radford #lee!kevin #lee!rick #ler!kevin #ler!rick #ler!radford

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lewislvr · 9 months

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SEROTONIN CONFESSIONS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: Carlos Sainz x y/n

summary: after Carlos’s maiden win, he finally built up the courage to confess his feelings

warning: english isn't my first language (grammar, vocabulary or text issues might appear) | fluff

"You're falling hard, I push away, I'm feelin' hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush

Your love, your love, my love"

It wasn't only fear, but more adrenaline pumping through my veins as the cars brushed past us for the 45 time by now. Carlos who had started in pole position had to put up a hard fight with Perez, who was always on hot on his heels. As I was Carlos's assistant I was watching the race from the side of the track cheering with the Ferrari fans who kept on shouting the same.

"Forza Ferrari"

It was slowly beginning to echo through my head, almost like the constant repetition burned it onto my mind.

The first red car shot over the finish line and through the radio of his engineer, I heard his shaky voice.

"WE MADE IT", a deep sob escaped Carlos's throat.

The maiden win of the Spaniard caused the crowd to break their contentment free. From behind I got pulled into the group hug, that had formed only seconds ago.

From the car, his shaking figure rose standing tall on it.

Carlos's helmet was quickly found on the floor as he ran over to the team in red.

He took a last step before he got engulfed by his team, support, and fans.

"Thank you, everyone", Carlos smile was wide and his eyes glossy, as we all took a step back.

Before I would leave to organize the upcoming festivities for the winner, I decided to congratulate him personally again.

"Good job, Carlos", Rarely I called him by his first name, as our relationship was purely professional. The Spaniard seemed to notice the informal way I used it. It became evident when his already cherry-red cheeks darkened.

Instead of thanking me, I was caught off guard by him pulling me into a hug.

The first thing I seemed to notice was the smell of gasoline and burned rubber that almost drowned out the usual smell of aftershave and perfume.

"Thank you for your support", I felt his plump lips ghosting over the shell of my ear and his breath trickling across my neck.

My head only nodded softly, as I swallowed hard.

Quickly I hurried to my small office-like space shutting the door and gliding down on it with my back.

Even after taking deep breaths, my cheeks were still hot and my heart was continuously pounding at a rapid pace.

Something changed after the race. Unsure whether it was the way he whispered into my ear or how his eyes softened when I showed my appreciation for his win, I knew something was off. It was like a switch was flicked when the serotonin overtook his senses.

Desperately I tried to calm my ragged breath, sweaty fingers circling my temples.

I tried to hide it for months, the way my heart fluttered in his presence, my hands got shaky at every touch and the undeniable jealousy seeing Carlos around the company that would come and go once in a while.

Knowing the podium celebrations would start I hurried outside. In the cold air of England, it was a special occasion to enjoy the generous amount of sun that was beaming onto my face.

With my hand shielding my eyes from the sun, I looked up at the 3 men that were all standing proud on the podium.

Carlos's hair was still a sweat-drenched mess that made him look astonishing in the yellow sunlight.

A sly smirk laced his lips as he discovered me in the crowd. It could be the distance between us that made me believe that the Spaniard even shot me a small wink.

Quitley, I heard the spanish anthem play, before Carlos held up the heavy golden throphy, that was rewarded to the winner of the Silverstone Grand Prix.

Whilst my stomach began to fill with butterflies I walked back into the building. The distance gave me the chance to think about whatever had changed in his simple actions, that made my head spin.

"Why did you leave so early?", the hallway echoed with his silky voice bouncing off the walls.

I turned arund to see him drenched in champagne and his racing suit hanging loosely around his hips. Carlos's biceps twitched as he leaned against the wall crossing his arms over his chest, observing the way my mouth twitched.

"I could ask you why you are in here instead of giving interviews and celebrating?", I teased, avoiding answering his question or even looking into his eyes.

"I told them I need to get cleaned up first. But what about my question?"

Indistinctly a few words brushed past my lips, which only seemed to make the Spaniard more invested in my sudden disappearance.

"I was-" suddenly I was empty-headed "-packing up.", internally I slapped myself for the dumb excuse I had just made up.

A smile danced over his lips, as he shook his head knowingly.

"If you don't tell me, then I have something to tell.", Carlos's eyes were glistening in the artificial light.

"I love you. Since you walked into the paddock with your hair put up, in that gorgeous dress I adored you and I remember falling for you when I saw you at that sponsorship event in the red dress you were wearing, looking as beautiful as ever. Your bright eyes shining and your hair flowing down your shoulders. I needed time to understand, but I needed to tell you now, today.", There wasn't a hint of anxiety or fear displayed on his face. Carlos presented his confession with confidence. The confidence I was drawn to since day one.

"I understand if you need time or want to quit-", Whilst salty tears left my eyes, Carlos gave me an apologetic look.

"No, Carlos. I love you too.", With a smile on my lips I ran over to him swinging my arms around his neck. Champagne was sticking to my face and blouse, as well as his fireproofs and hair, attaching us. He lifted me off the ground hands around my waist, as my hands cupped his rosy cheeks and I smashed our lips together.

A kiss that tasted like champagne, tears, and maybe even pain, thinking about my future in F1.

"I love you so much."

#ferrari #carlos sainz #f1 imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 #first story #wattpad #Spotify

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Hello!

So apparently Horangi doodles over his gear in the actual game and the image of Horangi doodling on König makes my mind explode with serotonin. Up to you how you wanna write it, NSFW or fluff!

This got buried in my inbox but I found it again! I can definitely do that!

One thing Horangi loved about König was his willingness to just... go along with whatever Horangi felt like doing that day. As long as his mask wasn't removed, he was more than happy to tag along or participate in any activity.

So when Horangi got his markers out, König was already gearing up to walk with him wherever he was going to go.

"Undress." Horangi ordered. "I'm going to draw on you."

"Ah..." König flushed and slowly took off his shirt. "how... ah..." He looked so anxious and Horangi thought he was the absolute cutest.

"Lay on your back on the bed." Horangi waited until König was settled in. His pale skin had turned a soft red color from how hard he was flushing. He straddled his hips and hummed. "What should I draw first?" After a moment of consideration, he pressed the marker right under his collarbones, drawing vines and flowers along the divots there. He spiraled them down his pecs.

"One day, I'm going to have you undress and pose for me. I want to draw you."

König let out a shaky breath. "Ja..." Horangi lifted his sniper hood and took off his mask, both just enough to get his mouth free. He kissed him sweetly.

König put his hands on his hips and relaxed a bit more. Horangi started to draw a small chibi tiger above his belly button and put a little crown on it. "Tiger King. Like us."

König blushed more and his hands tightened their grip.

"My king, huh?" Horangi teased as he started to draw more flowers and little squiggles along his ribs. "You're gorgeous, you know."

König flushed more. "Liar."

"You are. I like seeing you."

"I like seeing you too." König pulled him down for another kiss before Horangi decided he wanted to make some stars on him. He mostly did them around some hickeys that he had made the day before and around his nipples, laughing at König's wiggling.

"Stop it! I can't draw if my canvas is wiggling."

"It's ticklish!"

"Too bad." Horangi readjusted himself to pin him more.

"Do you want me to turn on my stomach?"

Horangi sat up and nodded as König moved under him. Immediately, he decided to make something much bigger. He drew some wings on him. Thanks to the fact he was using marker on skin, it wasn't his best, but they were kinda... you could... They were wing shaped. There. He could tell what they were meant to be.

König melted under him, feeling his weight on him. "You should do this more. I like it."

"I like drawing on you." Horangi kissed the back of his neck. "König."

"Horangi."

"I think sometimes I might be in love with you."

König was quiet for a while as Horangi added feathers.

"I do not think that. I know I'm in love with you."

The air left Horangi's lungs.

"Oh..."

König looked up at him, clearly smiling. "You can tell me when you're ready. I don't mind waiting."

Horangi leaned down and kissed him softly before finishing his artwork.

#call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #König #könig cod #konig x horangi #konig call of duty #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #horangi

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 year

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I love the sound of that Spencer Reid fic, having that 180 in the readers emotions would be great to read

Our clouded ray of sunshine - Spencer Reid

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST ITS BEEN HALF WRITTEN FOR A MONTH AND IVE ONLY JUST GOTTEN AROUND TO FINISHING IT.

Also, this is only my second cm fic and I really want to get into it more so feel free to put in a request!! For now, I’m only going to write for Emily, Spencer and Hotch :))

In my head this is around season 3 where everyone is still a bit innocent but Rossi isn’t in this one, sorry..

@fuckbananas03 @deceased-badger @jinx-it commented for B and a few of you guys told me in my asks as well, so votes decided, Spencer Reid everyone!!

Summary: In which the reader is the sunshine of the BAU, but the team finds her having a breakdown in the parking lot after a case.

wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of murder/blood, the typical cm violence stuff, panic attack.

“I bring coffee!” You exclaim, walking into the break room the precinct let the team work in. Everyone’s eyes trail up, tired smiles forming onto their faces, as you go around the room, giving your teammates what could possibly be their last ounce of happiness. “And for you doctor.” You murmur, fishing for something in your pocket. “Extra sugar because I don’t think I’ve seen you so bitter before.” Spencer smiles, kindly taking the sugar packets from you as the others bubble with tired giggles.

“Anything new?” You ask, looking up at just about anyone who was willing to make eye contact with you. A file drops next to your coffee, which you decide to take a last sip of before opening what would inevitably be another file filled with disturbing images. “There’s another body.” Hotch says as you take a look at the images, and for a second, your heart drops. You take a sharp intake of breath, looking at whatever left can be seen of the victim. “It hasn’t been two days since the last victim. Either he’s panicking or he’s getting brave.” You say, though your eyes never leave the image of the victim.

She looked similar to someone you’d seen. Perhaps too similar. She had the face, the body of someone you looked at every morning in the mirror. Someone you looked at through the reflection of the glass cabinets in the small BAU kitchens while you waited for your coffee. She was you. She was you, but she was cold and bloody and, well, dead.

“...he’s getting sloppy.” is all you catch from Derek and you nod, as though reassuring yourself. “I have a sick feeling I should have had lunch before this.” You grin sheepishly and Derek shakes his head, mirroring the grimace on your face.

“I’m going to go back to the scene of the crime. Prentiss, come with me. Morgan and Jureau, please inform the family. Reid, L/N, you stay here, see if you find anything we didn’t catch. Keep in touch.” Almost unanimously, the four of them stood up, papers moving across the table and small exchanges being shared as the room emptied out, leaving you and Spencer alone. “Just you and me this time, pretty boy.” Even though Spencer doesn’t look up from his work, taking the file from you, you can see the corner of his mouth involuntarily tugging back into the smallest of smiles.

Truthfully, Spencer worried for you. He had watched carefully as your face dropped for the quickest moment, before your eyebrows were furrowing and you were analysing the unsub’s change of M.O. For the smallest of seconds, he had seen your eyes widen, a glossy layer of fright covering them, your nostrils flaring and lips pursing in fear and recognition.

But you would be okay. You would be okay because you were their ray of sunshine. It was you who found the sorrow felt in others and looked to lighten their mood. You would be fine because not one day came where you’d walk into the bullpen without a grin on your face and it was scientifically proven that smiling - even though you’re not happy - boosts your serotonin levels. Or at least Spencer had read.

Though no matter how hard Spencer tried to believe in that, he knew he would eventually be proven wrong at least sooner or later. So for the rest of the case, all the way until the unsub was in handcuffs, that’s what he looked out for, though he was unsuccessful. “Everything alright?” Hotch finally asked him on the jet. In a room full of profilers, someone was bound to realise that something was off with the two of you.

Spencer didn’t look away from you, who had taken a seat away from everyone else, though he had kept your usual space next to him free. “She’s not. Or she won’t be.” The Unit Chief followed Spencer’s eyes to where you threw your head back on the headrest and let out a deep sigh. “She saw herself in the victim, which doesn’t necessarily help someone in this field of work. And she got scared, I think.” Hotch took the liberty to occupy the space facing Spencer, though he stayed silent for a moment, observing the agent as he worried about one of his closest friends. “Agent L/N is one of our emotionally strongest agents. Whatever it is she’s going through she’s going to push through it. Whether that’s alone, or by asking for help from someone.” Hotch intently looked at Spencer who broke eye contact within an instant and willed himself to open the book in his laps, though all he could do was stare at the page he was on.

“You know what I think?” Emily starts, another cup of searing coffee in her hands. “I think we should all go out and celebrate tonight.” Derek and JJ make sounds of agreement and Hotch gives in, admitting he could use a late dinner since he has nowhere to be. “You know I wish I could but I’m just absolutely exhausted.” You start, “And I probably need to replace the flowers I have at home. They’ve probably wilted by now.”

“Of course Ms. Little Sunshine keeps fresh flowers at home.” Derek retorts. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass tonight too.” Spencer says, making eye contact with you for the first time since you had boarded the jet. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when you averted your gaze over to Hotch, waiting for a cue to make your way out of the jet, which he freely handed over to you as he stood up, grabbing his go-bag and making his way out. “Meet in the parking in 15, we’ll sort transport.”

You followed his lead, deciding you’d rather avoid any questions or bribes from your teammates, ignoring Spencer’s hustle to reach you before anyone else, as he inevitably dropped the book he was reading on the jet. Instead of following Hotch up the building you waited for the elevator to go down to the parking where you stuffed your go bag in the back of your car.

You’d have to remember it tomorrow.

Oh god, tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d have to wake up and drive your car here where you’d have to work another case as though nothing happened. As though for a second you didn’t think it was you in that image, practically dismembered from what the murderous, rapist, serial killer had done to the body. The body that could have been yours. The body that could be yours in the future if you aren’t careful while working in the field or just going about with your day to day life.

Fuck.

And it’s not like you’d been kidnapped before like Reid had so truly, you were being utterly ridiculous. You inhaled deeply, head falling against the car, hands tightly clutching the handle to the door. Pull it and you’d be safe. You’d be far enough. But your mouth dried and as you licked your lips you realised you couldn’t breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest and hands shook as you frantically tried to pull the handle back. There was no use. Tears flooded your eyes, rapidly falling down your cheeks as you started to go dizzy, your vision before you blurring. And you were flying - or rather falling, your legs giving out from underneath you, hands still tightly clutching the door handle and you were on your knees. A crying mess on your knees with your head between your arms in the middle of the parking lot, completely oblivious of your teammates pinching each other to make sure they weren’t hallucinating.

“Is that-” started Emily, looking at Derek who stood beside her, quietly nodding. "I- should we?" The silence finished the question without Emily needing to finish it, though there was no evident answer to it. They'd all been in your position at some point. A crying, sobbing, hyperventilating mess with nightmares waiting to happen that would never leave your mind.

"Leave her." All heads flashed towards Spencer, eyes tearing away from you. "You guys go on, I'll get her home." No one moved apart from Garcia who was itching to get to you and give you a big hug, though that was possibly the last thing you needed at the moment. "You hear Reid, let's go." Hotch complied, his gaze trailing to Reid's, hoping to catch his eye. When he did, he nodded at him, as though apologising for not having taken any action. The boy would either hold a grudge, flashbacks of his own torn hope for a sliver of help from anyone pumping in his blood as he needed to watch one of his closest friends experience the trapped feeling of being preyed on by an invincible predator, an unstoppable force. Or he'd just ignore him until Hotch became right; that you'd get through it and heal whether it be with his help or not. Then he'd apologise to him for his behaviour and claim that he was worried for his friend.

Once the entire team was in the car, and they drove away, Spencer started to rethink his approach. Would he scare you if he just walked over? Would you be too caught up in your own mind to realise he was there by the time he got to you?

Fuck it.

His friend needed help.

He walked over, the sound of your desperate attempts to take a deep breath becoming increasingly louder as he approached you. He could see the subtle way your fingers, still tightly wrapped around the door handle twitched upwards and how your ankled rolled uncomfortably at being on your knees for so long. He mimicked your position, kneeling down next to you, an arm hesitantly coming up to rub your back.

"Y/N? It's Spencer. I'm going to take your hand okay? And... And I'm going to put it on my chest and you're going to follow my breathing okay?" He followed his own instructions, steadying himself to breathe in and out slowly, watching closely as your body loosened its tight grip on itself to allow him full control over your sanity. Slowly, your hand still on his chest, you started to follow the movement of his chest with your own. The first breath came with a tremble in your stomach, quickly followed by a loud hiccup that shook the entire parking lot. With time, you gathered the stability to look up at your car, your second hand coming down to rest in your lap as soundless tears streamed down your face.

"We should get you home." Spencer started, a hesitant hand brushing your hair away from your face, but when you looked at him, leaping into his arms and wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his face flushed darkly, and he assumed you would be spending some more time in the dark parking lot.

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #sub spencer #criminalminds #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fics #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminalmindsfandom #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #agent hotchner #cm spoilers #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #derek morgan #rainydayathogwarts

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televised-eyes · 3 months

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A Fluffy Fic for Valentine’s Day!

(I wrote this in a flash on the notes app for fun. Sorry for grammar mistakes in advance! Enjoy!)

It had been a fine evening. A warm, dry night settled over London. Groups of locals and tourists alike swarmed the city in high spirits.

Crowley waited in the Bentley, rapping his knuckles against the steering wheel to the tune of Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now,” as it played gently from the stereo. He glanced at his wristwatch. Always late, he thought.

Aziraphale appeared in the doorway of his bookshop with an older couple, who had roamed the shop long after he had wished to close it. The angel politely spoke with the man and woman, who went on for some time about their affinity with both the shop and its owner. Aziraphale listened and smiled brightly.

Crowley watched the interaction with little patience. With the wave of his hand, the older couple suddenly remember they had an appointment elsewhere and excused themselves so that Aziraphale was free to lock up the doors and head towards the Bentley’s passenger seat.

“You didn’t have to do that,” said Aziraphale, gently chiding the demon. “They had been telling me the loveliest story, how they had met at the bookshop many years ago and have been married ever since.”

“You’re too sentimental, angel,” said Crowley. He shifted the car into drive. “And it’s rude for them to stay past closing time, especially when we have a reservation at the Ritz.”

“They won’t give up our table,” Aziraphale assured him. “They never have and they never will.”

A knowing smile flashed across Crowley’s lips. Any other observer would not have seen it at all, but Aziraphale knew better. After six millennia in each other’s company, the angel knew Crowley’s facial ticks better than any being, living or dead, supernatural or mortal. “What?” Crowley said.

“Oh, nothing,” said Aziraphale smiling to himself. He took pride in knowing the demon so well, although it was not something he would tell anyone else. He hardly recognized it himself. “You were early.”

“No,” hissed Crowley. “I’m never early. You were late.”

“Well, only a few minutes,” Aziraphale rolled down the window. A group of young people on the sidewalk were laughing and jeering at one another as they passed. “What an extraordinary evening.”

“What’s so extraordinary about it?” Crowley said.

“Oh, it feels…” Aziraphale breathed in. “Loved. There’s love in the air, if you will excuse the old expression.”

Nightingales? Crowley thought, not daring to say it out loud. Saying it out loud would be akin to death. Aziraphale was already in a romantic mood. If Crowley pushed it, there would be even longer, more aching looks from the angel the whole evening. And Crowley would be paralyzed by them, drowning in those blue eyes until next week. All his cool reserve would break under the pressure.

Crowley felt himself growing soft.

In all their history, they had never spent so much time together as they had the past few years. With the apocalypse averted and their respective offices off their backs, they had more free time than ever. Long walks, picnics, visits to the Ritz. More and more time spent huddled around candlelight in the evenings at Aziraphale’s bookshop.

Crowley’s plants began to outgrow the Bentley and Aziraphale insisted on placing them in the shop’s windows. Aziraphale spoiled them with encouraging whispers, much to Crowley’s audible displeasure, but they sprouted and grew larger than ever.

They dined at their usual table. Bubbles of champagne twinkled under the low lighting. Aziraphale spoke with animation as Crowley watched him from behind his dark glasses, responding now and then, but mostly letting Aziraphale lead the conversation. If Crowley were attuned to such things, he would expect the whole room was besotted, drunk on serotonin and all the other chemicals that cause pleasure in the human brain.

—

Crowley drove them back, having absolved some of the alcohol in his system. Aziraphale remained in high spirits. They pulled up outside the bookshop.

“Would you like to come in?” Aziraphale offered. “I have a marvelous vintage in the back.”

“Would you like that?” Crowley said.

“Of course,” the angel smiled. “You’re always welcomed, you know that.”

It was the kind of astonishing statement Aziraphale would typically walk back once the meaning of it settled between them, but this time he didn’t. He smiled at Crowley with such fondness that it made something in Crowley’s chest flutter.

They sat on an old velvet couch, side by side, as Aziraphale opened the bottle and poured two glasses.

“You’re in a good mood tonight, angel,” Crowley remarked.

Aziraphale blushed.

“What is it, then?” He continued.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You have two reasons to smile like that. Either you found some extraordinary rare edition or you’ve done something clever and need to tell someone.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale blushed harder. “I’m just happy, I guess.”

“Well, you and the whole street,” said Crowley. “If I didn’t know better, you’ve enthralled the whole city, lampposts and all.”

“And you?”

“What?”

“Are you happy?”

That hit Crowley like a freight train. He was suddenly very self aware of his body’s close proximity to Aziraphale’s. Heat was creeping into his face.

“Ngk,” he said, voice cracking.

They were inched apart. Crowley noticed Aziraphale’s uneven breathing, the way his eyes kept flicking to Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s free hand which had been resting across the back of the sofa fell so that it was resting directly behind Aziraphale, not quite touching the angel, but very close.

His head swirled. He found himself leaning into Aziraphale’s space, body heat radiating off each other in waves.

“Angel—“

Before Crowley could finish his thought, Aziraphale’s lips lightly brushed against the corner of Crowley’s mouth. Adrenaline kicked in and Crowley claimed Aziraphale’s bottom lip with his own.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Aziraphale said, pulling away.

“Don’t torture me, angel,” Crowley whined. He swooped back in, closing the small gap between them. His hand firmly holding on the back of his neck as he slid his wet lips against the angel’s. Aziraphale hesitated a moment before melting into his embrace and Crowley gasped from pure relief.

The kiss was hurried and desperate. Bodies hot and hands gripping frantically at each other's clothes. Aziraphale opened his mouth and their tongues briefly brushed. Crowley pulled away, his body reacting instantly, before diving back in for more.

It dissolved into a slow, hot swirl of lips and tongue and teeth. Crowley’s head was spinning, his body aching with each soft noise that escaped the angel’s warm mouth.

“It’s St. Valentine’s Day, my dear,” Aziraphale said breathlessly between kisses.

“Is it really? Righteous prick, he was,” Crowley pushed off Aziraphale waist coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale chided, melting into the trail of kisses being left down his jaw and neck. “He was not.”

“Don’t care.” Suddenly, Crowley stood up and took Aziraphale’s wine glass out of his hand, placing it firmly on the desk beside them and taking the angel’s hand.

“Where are we going?” Aziraphale asked, disoriented.

“Bedroom. Now.” Crowley pulled the angel’s hand toward him. “To celebrate properly.”

Aziraphale blushed and let himself be lead away.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #fanfic #fanfiction #valentines day #mine #what have i done #this is my last resort

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chanandlersstuff · 2 years

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Post-its, shopping carts, fries and the person you love.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader.

Summary: Stresfull days are the worst but Daniel has the remedy for those. Spending time with him always feels like fresh air...and that’s one of the reasons she loves him.

Word count: 4.734

Warnings: None actually except for teeth rotting fluff.

Author’s note: Cause it's his birthday and I had this idea in my head for a long time. I hope you like it as much as I did when I wrote it. He always give me comfort so that's why this is extremely sweet and goofy. Shout out to my best friend who is my beta reader and I love her so freaking much. And FYI, requests are open if you want me to write something.

Daniel woke up with his limbs tangled with hers, her hair all over her pillow and the sheets going up and down to the compass of her calm steady breaths. Her face was free of that frown that adorned it for the last couple of days. The exams period was getting close and she was lowkey freaking out more day by day. He stayed there in the bed next to her, admiring her, for a few more moments. Enjoying the peace of having her in his arms for a few more minutes.

Slowly and quietly he got up and got out of the room, to get her a few more moments of peaceful sleep. On his way to the kitchen he passed the room she used as her study room. It was nothing from another world, it was a small room but it had a big window that let the light from the day enter. The room was pristine, because she couldn't concentrate in a messy environment. Papers well arranged in her desk, different colors of highlighters placed one next to the other, her computer clean and close in the middle of the desk and her glasses resting on top of the books and papers, color post-its and notes on the big cork board on the wall. He walked in to get a closer look at the things that were on the board.

It has a little bit of everything, from mathematical formulas, movie tickets to photos. Photos with her best friend since they were little, motivational quotes, cute photos of them together from their first dates, a picture of him in the podium on Monza, even the stickers a fan gave him specifically for her, her VIP passes from the first race she attended as his most important guest. Trying to not make a mess Daniel grabbed a post-it and wrote a cute little message for her and stuck it in the inside of her laptop.

Satisfied with his doing he went to the kitchen to make breakfast before going to train with Mike. He ate his part and left hers in the kitchen for her when she woke up. When he was ready to go, he gave her a sweet kiss on her lips as goodbye and left.

When she woke up the sheets were cold next to her. Checking her phone an unread message from him was there, “I woke up and you looked so at peace that I let you sleep more time. Breakfast it's waiting for you in the kitchen. Have a nice day, see you in the afternoon. I love you.” - Daniel, always a sweetheart.

Barefoot and without brushing her teeth, she had breakfast on top of the counter. Coffee and Daniel’s pancakes gave her the serotonin she needed for the day. A warm long shower and she was ready to start a stressful day of study. With her water bottle and phone in hand she made her way to her study room. It was like she and her best friend were mentaly connected because the second her ass touched the chair her phone pop up with a text message, “You ready?” “Yes, give me a second. I will call you.” Since they were little they studied better together so being in different universities and studying different careers didn't stop them from doing it, it was for moral support too.

When she opened her laptop there was the cute post-it Daniel left for her. In his handwriting with cute little hearts, or what seemed to be hearts, was written “You got this, beautiful. You can do everything you propose.” It was impossible for her to not smile at his words. Even after years of dating she was still hopelessly in love with him, she blushed like a teennager at every cute and flirty word that left his lips. He was the first thing that came to her mind when she woke up and the last thing too. At all her future plans he was always by her side, every step of the way, at every milestone of her life. Just like she was at every one of his. Their plans involved the other, taking them in consideration. They were not only lovers and partners, but they were also best friends. His note had gone directly to her corkboard, next to their photos. She smiled looking at all the precious memories on her board. But her daydreaming didn’t last long cause her best friend facetime cut her short.

-Hello.- She sat smiling.

Her friend saw the look on her friend and groaned. -Oh god, it’s too early in the morning to be that in love woman. At least wait until I have my second cup of coffee.- She chuckled and shook her head.

-Okay Grinch, relax. Prepare your coffee cause it’s gonna be a long long day.- She put her glasses on and took a deep breath.

Her friend groaned again and dropped her head on the desk -Remind me again why we can't have a Sugar Daddy who would literally died to spoil us or be a trophy wife.

She laughed. -Cause we are independent women. We are not going to depend on an old man nor be some trophy wife. We are feminist and we are going to get our degree to be the best on our jobs.- She nodded trying to make a point.

Her friend glared at her. -You didn't answer why we can’t be a trophy wife. I mean, I can get my degree, shove it up my ass and still be a trophy wife but WITH a degree.

-Oh god, you are impossible.- She rolled her eyes.

-Can we cry? I wanna cry.- Her friend said making a pout.

She looked at the schedule on her laptop. -Not yet, that’s in like three hours so hold your tears and let's study.- Her friend groaned, again, and opened her books.

Daniel arrived at like six p.m and the apartment was almost deserted. Not one single thing out of place, the only sign that someone was in where the lights turned on in the kitchen and the plates of the breakfast clean and dry in the sink. With a water bottle, from the fridge, in his hand he took his phone out and wrote a quick message. “I’m home. Are you here? Are you okay?” But his answer came right away when the notification ringtone she put especially from him sounded far in the apartment.

He walked towards the study room and raised his brows when he arrived at the door. She was sitting there, her eyes focused on her laptop while her hand wrote rapidly on a paper. Her hair in a weird bun that was held in place with a pencil. Her water bottle in the desk was half drunk and she was biting the corner of her lower lip, a habit of hers when she was deep thinking.

Daniel leaned into the door frame. -Well hello there beautiful.

She didn't take her eyes off the laptop. -Hi.

He frowned. -Did you eat something?- She said nothing and continued writing something down. Daniel walked closer to her and rested against the desk next to her. -Hey.- He tapped her wristed three times and finally she looked at him.

She looked at him, gave him a small smile and continued writing. -What…..did….you asked me?- She turned her head to where he was but her eyes were still fixed on the laptop.

-If you ate something, apart from breakfast.- Daniel read what she was writing and had no clue what it meant. There were numbers, letters and terminology he knew nothing about.

She stopped what she was doing for seconds, moved her eyes around thinking and then continued writing. -Emmm…no. I don’t recall preparing anything.- He squinted his eyes at her making her drop her pen and looked at him. -Sorry I was so focused on all this that the only time I got up was to go peeing.- She stretched her habil hand towards him and he grabbed it.

-We already talked about this babe, you have to eat something. It’s for your health.- Daniel stretched her fingers and massaged her palm.

-I know. I promise from now on I will set an alarm to remind myself to eat something.- Daniel smiled pleased.

-Good.- He kissed her head. -I will prepare you something to eat.- She smiled and nodded. He was walking out of the room when he turned around to look at her again. -Did you put those eye drops the ophthalmologist gave you?- She nodded.

-Yep.- She grabbed something from one of the drawers and showed it to him. -I always have one here.- He nodded proudly and went to the kitchen.

Daniel took his time preparing a sandwich, he placed all the ingredients on the counter and started working on his masterpiece. Each movement was made with pure love. Until he heard her voice. -OH MY FUCKING GOD.- The loud scream made him stop what he was doing and ran to where she was.

In seconds he was there. -Are you okay? What happened? Are you bleeding?- Daniel appeared in the door, with a dishcloth on his shoulder, but he tilted his head to the side at the image in front of him. She was in the chair with her legs to her chest, her head buried between her knees, her arms covering her head. She looked so small, so different from moments prior. Daniel walked slowly towards her, crouched to her level and ran his hand up and down on her leg. -Hey beautiful, what happened?

Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him. She looked exhausted, tears gathered in her eyes. -I don’t understand a single thing. I'm a failure, a disaster. I’m awful.- She buried her head between her knees again.

Daniel shook his head. He got closer to her and rested his chin on her knee. -No, no you are not awful, nor a disaster, not a failure. You are amazing.- She shook her head. -How long have you been studying? On this day I mean.

-Since this morning.- With her head between her knees her words came out all muffled but he understood her.

-And you took a break?- She shook her head. Daniel took a deep breath. -I figured.- He said to himself. -Okay, look at me.- She didn’t move. -Come on….look at me.- She shook her head. -Come on….show me those beautiful eyes of yours or I swear to god I will tickle you.- He started moving his fingers towards her and she started laughing, even if she wasn’t looking at him. She always told him she had ghost tickles and since day one he took advantage of that. Always making her laugh, one of his favorite sounds. She looked at him with her lashes wet from her tears. -There is the most beautiful woman on this freaking planet.- She blushed. -So this is the plan, you are going to come with me on grocery shopping.

She shook her head again. -No Dan, I can’t. I have to continue studying cause- He shook his head too.

-You didn’t take a break since this morning, so you are coming with me to the supermarket even if I have to drag you from this chair, alright?- Daniel raised a brow.

There was a little eye battle but she finally gave in. -Fine.

-Excellent.- He got up. -Now come on, up so we can get going.- He stretched his hand towards her to help her get up.

-I have to change Dan. I can’t go to the supermarket like this.- She pointed to her clothes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Daniel looked at her up and down. -What’s wrong with your outfit? You looked stunning.

She looked at her outfit. Plush orange pants, the t-shirt from his SPEED AWAY collection and blue socks with yellow ducks. Her bun barely held on with the pen and puffy eyes. She looked at him with a smile on her lips and kissed him. -I love you and you are the most beautiful human being on this earth.- She said caressing his face.

Daniel smiled. -I love you too and I know I’m awesome. Now let 's go. You put on some shoes and I’m going to grab my wallet and keys. Meet me at the front door.- He pecked her lips and walked away.

She ran to their bedroom and grabbed her go to shoes, black tall converse. She almost tripped on her way to the front door but Daniel was already there waiting for her. -Let 's go.

-After you m’lady.- Daniel opened the door for her and let her pass.

-Thank you very much kind sir.- She stood on her tiptoes, placed her hand on his chest and kiss his check.

On the elevator she rested her head on his chest while he passed his fingers along her spine and gave kisses on her head. They arrived at the car and he opened that door for her too. On their way to the supermarket Daniel’s playlist played low on the car.

Daniel told her about his day, at her request. At a red light he turned to look at her while she tried to put her hair back in a bun. Her glasses resting at the top of her nose, the pen that was on her head between her lips and her hands on her hair. Her legs crossed one on top of the other, proudly wearing his t-shirt. and her cute socks.

He was completely and utterly in love with that woman. He loves her wearing comfy clothes, fancy clothes, wearing nothing at all. He loves her on rainy days, sunny days, and cold days. From day to night. Every second of his days. He love her and couldn't imagine a day without doing it.

-Where are we going exactly?- She asked, looking at him.

He laughed. -Why?

-I mean, there’s a supermarket a couple blocks away from home in that direction.- She said pointing in the other direction from where they were going.

-I prefer the supermarket that is in this way.- He said pointing where they were going. She squinted her eyes a little bit nodded.

A couple of minutes later they arrived. The parking lot was pretty empty so there were not many people inside. They entered the supper market and grabbed a cart, which she was in charge of driving it. -What are we going to buy, babe?

-I made a list.- He took his phone out of his pocket and started looking at it.

-I'm surprised, Ricciardo.- She said, raising her brows.

-I like keeping you on your toes.- He said turning around in one of the alleys and she almost crashed into a pile of cans. He laughed a little. He started putting things in the cart. Daniel was telling her all about the last paddock gossip she missed about while she stayed back home studying.

She was half paying attention to what he was telling her and half trying to maneuver the cart around the alleys without nocking things down. -Fucking shit thing.- She mumbled under her breath. Daniel continued walking and turning around alleys and eventually she lost him. She was walking around the supermarket like a lost little girl and calling for him. -Dan, where are you?- While she was looking around, without looking where she was going, she crashed into one of those machines that carried big boxes around. -SHIT SORRY.- She said looking around, even if no-one was around and the machine didn’t have any feelings.

Moments before the little incident Daniel was two corridors down from her. He was looking at the different types of rice and looking on the internet what type of rice was better for the recipe he had in mind, he turned around with two packets of rice in hand ready to ask her opinion. -Beautiful, what rice you- He stopped mid sentence when he looked up and she was nowhere near him. -Beautiful, where are you?- And seconds after that he heard the noise of metal against metal and knew right away that the cause of that noise was his girl.

Looking around he walked until he found her. -What did you do this time, beautiful?

She was resting her arms against the cart, she lifted her head and turned around when she heard his voice. -This.- She pointed to the cart. -This is why I don't drive.

He chucked. -I know.- Daniel walked towards the cart and moved it far from the machine there. -Your carriage m’lady.- He made a little bow and she looked at him confused. -Come on, hop on.

-What? Dan I can't, it's not- She looked around worried.

Daniel opened his eyes big and looked at her. -Hop. On. The. Cart, I said missy. Come on, I'm not gonna repeat myself.- He made a serious face.

-Fine. -She mumbled like a little girl.

Daniel smiled satisface. -Good girl. -He watched her try to hop on the cart and almost fall on her face. He laughed out loud and she looked at him.

-Are you gonna still laughing at me or are you gonna help?- She crossed her arms.

Daniel laughed a little more and then helped her. He kept the cart stadie so that she could get on it without any problem. She sat in the corner of the cart, her front towards him so they could look at each other. When she was safe inside the cart he leant closer, so did she, and they kissed.

-I will never understand how you got your license.- He said, starting to push the cart around.

She shrugged looking around. -I was young and flirted with the guy who took the test. Want to give me your phone so I can tell you what we need?

He nodded and handed her his phone. She smiled at his background, it was a photo of them playing tic tac toe on the sand in Australia in one of their many vacations there. -In other words, cheating.- He said teasing.

She scrolled down her phone and looked around the cart, taking note of the things missing and the ones that were already there. -I didn't cheat, I just simply took advantage of the guy who was a sucker for a pretty face.- She said smiling. -That, we need that.- She pointed at something on one of the shelves.

He stopped and handed it to her. -Aren't we all a sucker for a pretty face?

She raised an eyebrow. -I hope you are a sucker for this pretty face and only this pretty face.

-Of course my love, your face is the only one I'm a sucker for.- She smiled proudly and blushed a little.

-Good.- She pursed her lips and he gave her a little cute kiss.

As Daniel pushed the cart around she looked at him and felt more in love. She love the dichotomy between the Daniel he showed to the cameras, the one who was full optimistic; that always made people laughed and be comfortable around, who had fun like a child and made shenanigans around the paddock, and the Daniel he only showed to her, the one who loves to cook for her even if he sometimes burn the food, that stays up all night designing new things for his clothes collection and want to be every step of the making of his wine, the one who was a little insecure, the one who laughed at the same parts of the movie he saw a million times.

-Here you go.- Daniel toshed her something and she catched it before it hit her face.

She looked at the package in her hands and smiled like a little kid when she saw what it was. -FRIESS.- She even hugged the package.

He nodded. -Yep, I know how much you love those specially and this supermarket is the only one who has it. That's why we are here, so open them and talk to me about what's on that cute big brain of yours.

-I can't open them Dan.

-Yes, we will pay for them when we finish shopping.- He nodded and she looked at him doubtfully, Daniel rolled his eyes and opened them for her. -There you go. Now that you have your comfort food and your comfort person- He pointed at himself. -tell me what got you so stressed.

She started eating between fries. -It’s like every little piece of knowledge I understand and remember disappear when I try to understand another topic, like my brain is too small to fit all the topics I have to study to pass that stupid test.- She kept pointing at the things they needed for the dinner and Daniel put them in the cart. -I feel like a total and complete failure.- He frowned. -How am I supposed to work about this if I can’t remember the little things that make my carrear choice so fucking important?- She passed him a few fries and he gladly took them. -It’s like….it’s like…..life is telling me that I made the wrong choice and that I had to go for the easiest career and not the one I choose cause I’m not as smart as I like to think.- She buried her face in her hands. -I’m gonna end up failing, without a degree and working in some fast food restaurant serving people in the middle of the road.- Daniel stopped the cart abruptly and she almost hit her head.

-Look at me.- She didn’t move and he said her name in a tone that made her realize he was serious. He rarely uses her name, it’s always sweet pet names and calm tones. So when he uses her name it means he was 100% serious about what he was gonna say. So she looked at him. -Don’t ever think about yourself like that again. You are smart, don’t even doubt that. Not for a second. Just like I wrote you down today, you can with anything.- She smiled remembering that morning post-it. -And if you don’t pass that exam, which I don't see possible to happen because you are the smartest person I know and I know a lot of people, you can spend an entire day in bed crying your eyes out about it and I will be there with you but after that life continues. There are more important things than an exam. It's just a piece of paper and a grade, that does not define you in anything. You are so much more than that and I can spend my entire life enumerating all the good things you are and I will still run out of time.- Those words and the pure love look he had in his eyes made her blush and her heart ran wild. - You are studying something that you are passionate about, something that would make you happy while you work at it, and if you are happy doing it you don't work a single day in your life. Doing what you love does not have to hurt all the time, maybe sometime because not everything is 100% fine, but the good moments will kick the asses to the bad ones.- Daniel made a little pause. -And your brain it’s not small and I already told you, you are not a failure. What you are is tired, you did not have a break and your systems lack food, that’s why you think you can’t remember a single thing. You have to eat to energize your brain.- He tapped her forehead. -You are gonna see, tomorrow when you wake up well rested and with a healthy meal in your stomach you are gonna kick Einstein’s ass, cause that’s how smart you are.- She laughed and he smiled pleased at the sound of her laughter.

-You certainly know how to make a woman feel special, Ricciardo.- Daniel shrugged and kissed her.

They continue with their journey around the alleys of the supermarket, a catchy song playing on the speakers that made him move his body at the rhythm of the bit while she sang to him. Daniel made a 360° turn, with the cart and all, making her laugh. Stood in front of her, extended his hand inviting her to dance. Without thinking for a second she took his hand and got off the cart to dance with him. She moved her hips side to side and he copied her moves, the song started sounding a little louder. They sang to each other and enjoyed the spontaneous moment they were having. The alley 3, full of sweet things and coffees, was their dance floor and nothing was broken in their “Dancing with the stars” moment. The song ended and they looked in the eyes with nothing but pure adoration and love with big smiles on their lips. They shared a kiss and laughed at what they just did.

Hand in hand they grabbed the last ingredients for their dinner and walked to the cash register. There was a young woman who was looking at them with a smile on her lips. While Daniel put everything for the girl to cash, she looked around. -Oh god, we are the last ones here?- She looked guilty to the girl behind the register.

She nodded. -Yes, but it’s alright. You two are too damn cute.- She frowned and Daniel looked confused.

-Thanks, but what?

The girl stopped what she was doing and looked at them. -The dance part was sweet.- She blushed and hid her face in Daniel’s back, while he just smiled. -I think we can make a copy of the security tape if you want.- Daniel nodded enthusiastically.

-Yes please, if not much trouble.- He said passing the girl his card.

-Not at all.- She smiled. Daniel kissed his girlfriend's forehead.

After a couple minutes and small chat with the girl in the cash register they walked back to the car with their food and the copy of their cute moment. They put everything in the backseat and he opened the car door for her. On the ride back to their home, with his hand on her thigh, they enjoyed the night breeze on their faces thanks to the windows rolled down.

She kept humming the song they danced moments prior and she even added to their shared playlist. -I will show that video to our kids one day.- Daniel said out of the blue.

She turned to look at him, surprised. -To our kids?

He nodded and gave her a little squeeze. -Yes, to our kids. I have my whole damn life planned with you.- She smiled at his words.

-I have my whole damn life planned with you too.- He smiled widely. -We have to talk about it sometime, to make everything work out.

Daniel stopped at a red light. He turned to look her in the eyes. His hand on her neck brought her closer. -Everything is gonna work out, it’s you and me. Your big brain and mine. Everything is going to be perfect, beautiful.- She nodded smiling.

-My big brain and me love you more and more each day.- She said cupping his cheeks to kiss him.

He pulled apart a little and kissed the tip of her nose. -I love you too.- He pecked her lips one more time and continued driving.

Just like that well known quote says, “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth.”. Life with Daniel was like that. He made all the stress she was carrying fly out the window the moment he made her get in his car and drive to the freakin supermarket. They loved each other with all they had, with no buts and with no limits. Loving him was everything that was right to her. They were so in love that they danced in a supermarket alley, sang to the tops of their lungs with the windows rolled down at any hour of the day. Their love was their heaven on earth.

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