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lovelytsunoda · 8 months

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how will I know? // marcus armstrong

summary: marcus has the hots for a barista at florida's trendiest cafe. it's not the pumpkin spice that keeps bringing him back. perhaps its the fact that he doesn't know how to ask her out that's holding him back.

pairing: marcus armstrong x barista! reader

warnings: pumpkin spice lattes, mid-season exams, i don't know jack shit about coffee so if the terminology doesn't make sense, don't sue me. Clement has no filter whatsoever.

how will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer in every heartbeat! how will I know if he’s thinking of me? I’m asking you cause you know about things

florida is a vastly different place before eight in the morning. especially in the fall, trees dyed red and orange as nature takes it’s time ringing in the next phase.

marcus stopped, hands on his knees as he bent over to gasp for air. he never associated flordia with the cold, but when you grow up in christchurch, anything less than boiling is cold.

he took a deep breath, pushing up the sleeves of his athletic sweater and stretching his arms as he began to walk down the quiet street. the off season was no joke. sure, he’s fucked around for a few weeks with some of the old ferrari boys, but now he finally had a chance to make something of himself.

to be a household name.

which meant that despite the outside temperature and the lack of desire tk do much, he needed to keep up the routine. the routine would keep him sane, keep him in fighting condition.

but first, he needed coffee. and indoor heating.

he pushed into the coffee shop on the corner, a quiet yet cozy set up with blown glass pumpkins on the shelves behind the counter, a garland of fake fall leaves strung up around the point-of-sale terminal. lo-fi covers of eighties arena rock played in the background, a tinny rendition inf of Springsteens ‘dancing in the dark’ echoing throughout the empty space.

empty except for one person.

at a table in the back corner, a petite woman of about twenty one sat cross legged, earbuds in and staring at a laptop as she hopped her head to whatever she was listening to and scribbled a few things down on her notebook page.

she sang under her breath as she bopped her head, and marcus could hear the fluctuating notes of “you sexy thing” clashing with the overhead music.

there was something about the care-free nature of her own little world that marcus found very endearing.

sliding a hand into his pants pockets, he turned back to the counter, tapping the bell on the counter to call for a barista.

at the sound, the girl in the corner jumped, apple earbuds falling out of her ears as she stumbled over the kanken backpack on the floor.

“fuck, give me just a second! sorry, we usually don’t get any traffic before eight in the morning.” she groaned, heading towards the counter, cuffs of her oversized jeans dragging on the floor. “it’s mid term season, you know how it is.”

“I don’t, actually.” marcus shrugged “I never went to university.”

the girl laughed, slipping behind the counter. “count yourself lucky. this is hell.” she took a breath, tying her hair in a loose ponytail behind her head. “what can I get you?”

“do you have just, normal coffees?” marcus chuckled, looking at the chalkboard menu on the wall. “something that my trainer won’t kill me for drinking?”

the girl behind the counter laughed, placing a hand over her heart. “someone under the age of thirty drinks normal coffee?”

“such is the life of a professional athlete.”

she smiled softly at him, and he felt his stomach churn as she tapped the tablet screen.

she was so pretty, in such a subtle, ordinary way. the kind that took no effort.

“espresso, latte, or americano?”

marcus placed his order, tapping his black amex card against the machine as she turned around to grab a paper coffee cup, a blue sharpie peeking out over her back pocket. she uncapped the marker, leaning over the counter and resting her elbows against the laminate.

“can I get a name for that?”

“that depends,” marcus grinned, mimicking her pose. his face was so close to her that she could have kissed him if she leaned a little closer. “can I get yours?”

“y/n.” she flushed, blush spreading across her cheeks.

“I’m marcus. nice to meet you, y/n.”

every morning after that, it was like there was an invisible string that kept dragging marcus back. he couldn't explain what pull that the small boutique cafe had, but every morning, like clockwork, he was slipping into the small store, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl who had first caught his eye, sitting curled up in her small corner of the white marble space.

by the second day, he had worked up the courage to ask what she was studying. by the third day, she had memorized his order (americano with cream and cold foam) and by the fourth day, he was coming in early to help her use her study flash cards.

despite herself, y/n found herself longing for the kiwi, the mysterious athlete that had slipped so easily into her life despite it all, despite the obligations that she was sure had to things that weren't her.

it all felt too good to be true.

and you know what, one morning he never came in, and she felt her heart sink, even though there was no reason for it. it's not like he was her lover. he was just another customer.

one she had grown attached to.

of course, marcus had a good reason for not coming in that morning. he knew it was the day before her exam, and he wanted more than anything to be there and help her make sure she was ready. instead, he found himself at the airport, waiting for two different flights to land: james from new zealand, and clement from... well, he didn't actually know where clement was flying in from. sometimes, when it came to the eccentric frenchman, it was better not to ask. and

because he was such a good fucking friend, he was waiting in the arrivals line at the asscrack of dawn instead of ordering coffee. and once his friends had piled into the car, squishing suitcases and duffle bags into the sad excuse of a trunk, he got it into his head that he was going to go straight to the coffee shop.

"mate, you missed the turn to your house." clement frowned, tapping on the window. "where are you taking us?"

james smiled to himself, wiping the sweat off his brow. "he's taking us to see coffee shop girl."

"oh, shit. are you finally going to tell her you love her?"

"oh, fuck you both." marcus groaned, pulling into a parking space in front of the small shop, aptly named 'what's the tea?. "i'm not 'in love', but i want to know her better. she has a big exam tomorrow, and you guys know i've been helping her study, so i just want to make sure she feels okay about it."

clement snorted, sharing a look with james.

"simp." both men said at the same time, laughing hysterically as marcus stepped out of the car, flashing his middle finger at his comrades before he went inside.

when they were done laughing, clement and james followed him inside, greeted by a lo-fi version of 'you shook me all night long'. the cafe was busier than marcus had ever seen it, and there were three different girls working behind the counter today, the tables almost full. he spied y/n's backpack at a corner booth, tucked safely into the corner.

but there was no sign of y/n.

he waited in the line, james and clem behind him, and when he reached the counter, he couldn't hide his disappointment that she hadn't come to ask if he still wanted his usual order.

"what can i get you?" athena, the woman behind the counter asked him.

"hi, is y/n working today?"

athena grinned, leaning against the counter. "you're runner boy, aren't you?"

"he calls her coffee shop girl! they're made for each other!" clem shouted with a laugh, earning a small slap to the chest from james.

"she's in the back, she stepped out to take a break. today has been rough on her." athena smiles softly, stepping back. "i'll go get her for you."

he peeled away from the line, hands tapping his sides nervously as he watched athena duck into the back room. james clapped him in the shoulders, attempting to talk up his longtime friend.

when the door to the back room opened, and y/n emerged from the small break space, his heart stopped. her eyes were rimmed in red, as if she had been crying. her hair was loosely pinned back in a plastic clip, a minuscule droplet of water on her glasses.

and as soon as she saw him, she couldn’t help but smile.

“you came. I missed you this morning.” she said softly, making her way towards him, hands shyly hidden in the sleeves of her sweater.

marcus chuckled, gesturing towards clem and james. “yeah, I had to go pick up these two wankers from the airport.”

almost as if they had heard, both men turned towards the couple, waving their arms madly.

“he wants to jump your bones!” clement shouts before taking a sip of his fancy matcha drink, seductively winking at a blonde behind the bar

“please, pay them no mind.” marcus sighs as y/n starts to laugh. “I’ve known them since I was like, twelve. theyre harmless, just taking the piss.”

“don’t worry about it.” she smiles, brushing an errant strand of hair. “I think it’s charming.”

“your civil lit exam is tomorrow, right? how are you feeling?”

she exhaled, slipping both hands into her back pockets. “overwhelmed. but I think I can do it. i can definitely pass, just not sure by how much.”

feeling james and clems eyes boring into the back of his head, marcus took a deep breath, wringing his hands together. “hey, after your exam, maybe when your life has calmed down a little bit, do you want to grab a drink?”

she beamed, blushing pink as she reached for a cardboard heat sleeve, scribbling her number down on it. “yeah, I’d love that. do you want w coffee? the usual?”

she slipped the sleeve with her number on it onto the cup, her hand lingering over marcus’ as she passed him the cup.

when he went back to his friends, james and clem took one look at the scribbled digits on the side of the cup and burst out into cheers.

as they left the shop, he turned back, stealing a look at y/n as she slipped behind the bakery case. when she saw him, she gave him a smile, and a gentle wave.

and marcus waved back. maybe moving to florida wasn’t a bad thing after all.

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@magnummagnussen @httpiastri @clemswrld @libraryofloveletters @scuderiamh @lorarri @cartierre @diorleclerc

#the cozy collection 2023 #marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong x reader #indycar #indycar x reader #formula two x reader #indycar rpf #indycar imagine #formula 2 #Spotify #lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste

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f1enthusiastsstuff · 1 year

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‘Oi that’s my sister mate’ insta au - mick schumacher x armstrong!reader

-> trip to NZ for summer break

(reader is marcus armstrong’s older sister)

📍christchurch, new zealand

liked by clementnovalak, sebastianvettel and others

mickschumacher: nz you’ve been great so far

mick_f1fan: omg yourname is also in nz with her fam

estebanocon: looking good mick

thanks esteban

yourname_armstrong: hope you’re enjoying nz

nz is really nice, you must of enjoyed growing up here

marcusarmstrong: @yourname_armstrong what are you doing in mick’s comment section??

fan_22 oop marcus in protective brother mode

📍christchurch, new zealand

liked by jamesharveyblair, chloestroll and others

yourname_armstrong: summer hols with the fam 💞

paris_armstrong: love you 😚

love you too

jamesharveyblair: looking good there armstrongs

marcusarmstrong thanks mate

mickschumacher: cute 😌

thanks mick 🤭

f1_fan23: oop i see you mick

marcusarmstrong: @mickschumacher what are you doing over here mate?

clementnovalak protective brother marcus hits again

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and others

mickschumacher: guess the secret’s out 👀

love you forever ❤️‍🔥

tagged: yourname_armstrong

mickfan123_ omg how did marcus react

carmenmmundt: awh cutest couple ever 😚

sebastianvettel: must have you over for dinner soon, the kids want to see you

text me a date seb, i’ll bring yn to meet you

yourname_armstrong: love you sm more than you know

no i love you more x

marcusarmstrong: you better not break her heart or i’ll run you over in my car

f2_fan4: someone check on mick 👀💀

author’s note: hope you enjoyed, let me know what other drivers you want to see

#f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong instagram au #f1 x you

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formulaa-1 · 1 year

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An Instagram au with Marcus where people suspect your dating after being on Screaming Meals? Please🥹

Instagram au🍝

Don’t know marcus Armstrongs personality or mannerisms that well so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected <3

fem!f2driver!reader x marcus Armstrong

you were invited on to screaming meals ,there was a tiny bit of flirting going on between you and Marcus, fans suspect your dating

y/nusername

y/nusername: weekend dump > thankyouu for inviting me on screaming meals🫶🏻

tagged:Marcusarmstrong, clementnovalak, jamesharveyblair.

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Armstrongfann2: the low-key flirting between y/n and Marcus 😏

username_w3: low key ??? they were hardcore flirting

marcusarmstrong: best guest yet

y/nusername: naturally 😚😚

clementnovalak: thanks for putting up with us 🙏🏼

Liked by y/nusername

y/nf3championnn28: THE COMMENTS

armstrongmarc11: I have a feeling her and marcus are dating…

User263: CHECK THERE NEW INSTA STORIES!!😍😍

y/nusernames story

marcusarmstrong

y/nusername

y/nusername: name a better feeling than this.

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marcusarmstrong: getting karma on you for posting mugs

y/nusername: grow up you big baby <3

marcusarmstrong: your baby ;)

Liked by y/nusername

F2updatess: the flirting …posting eachother they’ve gotta be dating surely

username83: or they could be friends

F2updatess: idk man all the flirting and posting eachother on there insta storys … they have to be dating.

y/n18fan: idk if I want to be her or be with her 😍🤩

marcusobsessed: wait what if she’s dating clem or James ?

kiwuvrr11: my fave f2 driver and my fave kiwi 🥝 are flirting. My life =complete

y/nandmarc: *manifests for them to get together*

Liked by marcusarmstrong and y/nusername

y/nandmarc: they both liked my comment omfg😫😫😍😍

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(Authors note -I’m so sorry I know this is sloppy and not good but Marcus is one of the drivers I don’t know as much so it was harder for me to do )

#marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong x reader #formula 1 imagine #indycar #chip ganassi racing #charles leclerc x reader #f1 instagram au #instagram au #fiction #arthur leclerc x reader #formula 1 #charles leclerc

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bad268 · 8 months

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Writing Inktober 2023

300 word minimum and no repeats are the challenges this year. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. (haha yes)

BTW the medal emojis are the winners from the polls :)

01/10 Dream

Sebastian Montoya X Reader (W.C. 386)

02/10 Spiders

Seth Borden X Reader (W.C. 338)

03/10 Path

Max Verstappen X Reader (W.C. 367)

04/10 Dodge

Benny Rodriguez X Reader (W.C. 348)

05/10 Map

Sebastian Vettel X Reader (W.C. 338)

06/10 Golden

Justin Herbert X Reader (W.C. 342)

07/10 Drip

TMR Newt X Reader (W.C. 342) 🥈

08/10 Toad Sacrifice

Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader (W.C. 338)

09/10 Bounce

Marcus Armstrong X Reader (W.C. 384)

10/10 Fortune

Johnny Cade X Reader (W.C. 485) 🥉

11/10 Wander

Peter Parker X Reader (W.C. 402) 🥇

12/10 Spicey Scandal

Pierre Gasly X Reader (W.C. 391)

13/10 Rise Tonight

Colby Brock X Reader (W.C. 370)

14/10 Castle

Oscar Piastri X Reader (W.C. 370)

15/10 Dagger Nightmare

Lando Norris X Reader (W.C. 419)

16/10 Angel

Mick Schumacher X Reader (W.C. 395)

17/10 Demon

Kimi Raikkonen X Reader (W.C. 327)

18/10 Saddle

Daniel Ricciardo X Reader (W.C. 318)

19/10 Plump Wet

Ollie Bearman X Reader (W.C. 365)

20/10 Frost

Paul Aron X Reader (W.C. 389)

21/10 Chains Bouquet

Charles Leclerc X Reader (W.C. 369)

22/10 Scratchy Flight

Joe Burrow X Reader (W.C. 390)

23/10 Celestial Redeemer

Corpse Husband X Reader (W.C. 400)

24/10 Shallow Chosen

P! SBI X Reader (W.C. 358)

25/10 Dangerous

Callum Ilott X Reader (W.C. 310)

26/10 Remove Shots

Dennis Hauger X Reader (W.C. 348)

27/10 Beast

Christian Lundgaard X Reader (W.C. 339)

28/10 Sparkle

Dino Beganovic X Reader (W.C. 406)

29/10 Massive Approval

Felipe Drugovich X Reader (W.C. 358)

30/10 Rush

Clement Novalak X Reader (W.C. 386)

31/10 Fire

Pato O’Ward X Reader (W.C. 343)

Bonus: Break

Tadashi Hamada X Reader (W.C. 363)

Average W.C. 369

Want to read other years’ Inktober stories, check these out:

2021 // 2022 // 2024 (Coming Soon)

On a side note, I looked back at last year’s entries, and I definitely thought Bouquet was Banquet, so instead of admitting I was wrong, I did it as a sub this year. If you noticed, no you didn’t :)

Also funny story about Shallow, I kept reading it as Swallow, so I couldn't do it

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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marcos-scorpion · 1 year

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Do I look good, Mr Armstrong? - Marcus Armstrong x Reader

hihihi! So turns out quite a few people were interested in this when i posted to ask, so here it is ! This was just gonna be mega fluff announcing your relationship, but apparently I’m incapable of writing just fluff, so this is angst with a happy ending. Defo not my best work, but I love this sm so i hope you do to. Also! Requests are open for f1/f2/motorsports now i guess! Xoxo moth

Warnings- angst to fluff. Relationship doubts (that are wrong). Secret relationship.

Word count- 1.8k

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Watching James and Clem pose for the silly TikTok that Marcus was making, you let out a little chuckle, as a stupid plan began to form in your head, mind whirring as you tried to figure out what your boyfriend’s opinion on the matter would be. Snapping out of your little daydream of Marcus’ possible responses to your dumb scheme, you ducked your head off his shoulder just in time for him to flip the camera to himself to end the TikTok.

No one knew about your relationship with the beautiful boy seated beside you, not even his close friends and podcast co-hosts sat across from the pair of you. To the world, you were Marcus’ close childhood friend, the only person that could keep his life on track. His team saw you as his personal assistant, the rest of his friends jokingly calling you his slave. In reality, you took the job to work for him to ensure you could be close to him, to travel the world with the love of your life at your side, watching him do what he loves.

After almost three years as a secret couple, and over fifteen years as inseparable best friends, seeing you two close in public wasn’t rare. No one questioned you leaning against him, plenty of childhood photos had circulated the Internet to prove that it wasn’t a new development. When photos of this meal inevitably ended up plastered across the twitter trending page, they would be compared to those childhood photos, as they are every time a photo of the pair of you is posted online. The difference now, is no one could see your ankle looped with Marcus’, his hand placed firmly on your upper thigh.

Marcus’ desperation to keep your relationship hidden was a sore spot in your lives. Between his obvious following, and the collection of fans you had amassed across different social media, both with and without his help, there would be a small meltdown at the reveal of your relationship, especially after being hidden for so long. Marcus claimed it was to keep you safe, but you can’t help but feel that he’s ashamed of you, no matter how much he argues against it.

You were no stranger to the hate that comes from even being associated with people in careers like Marcus, let alone the hate that came from your own career in social media. You knew you could handle petty people telling you Marcus deserved better from behind a screen. It was an ongoing point of contempt in your relationship, with the most recent argument about the topic leaving an iciness over the two of you even now.

In public, very little had changed, but in private, the quiet of his drivers room and hotel suites bigger than your flat, empty garages long after his engineers had left, not a word was shared between you. It stung, his disbelief that you could handle a little hate, that you could handle yourself. You hadn’t voiced the fears that he refused to go public because he was ashamed of you. The answer you believe you will receive from Marcus scaring you before the words could even begin to formulate in his mind.

The most recent argument, the one still lingering now, had been the worst around the topic. In the most recent Screaming Meals podcast, a feminine laugh could be heard behind the scenes when Clem made a joke, and the way Marcus’ eyes shined when he looked to the person behind the camera had the comments speculating who she was, and who she was to him.

This speculation had been less than pleasant. The comments were ripping apart this girl, calling her ugly despite not seeing her face, calling her a cheat for laughing at Clement’s joke despite them believing her to be Marcus’ girl, saying she was an attention whore for distracting the boys, for having to be involved despite not being on camera.

It was easy to detach yourself from these comments, for you at least. Marcus struggled more, clearly taking many of the words to heart and believing you did too. Hate was hate to you, it didn’t have to affect your relationship unless you let it. Unfortunately, Marcus let it.

“You shouldn’t have to go through all this shit just to be seen with me!” Marcus had his hand on the door handle to your shared suite, “It’s been me and you, always. There’s no fucking need to change that now. No one else needs to know as long as we do.”

Those had been his final words of the argument just a few days before, as he left you in the unnecessarily plush hotel. They stung. The fact he seemed so ashamed to admit he loved you, that, yeah it had always been you and him, but it was different now. And you wanted people to know. Clearly, he didn’t see it the same way.

That night was the first in three years that the other bed in the suite had been used, even though he didn’t come back until the next morning.

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A few days after the TikTok the boys had been making was posted to the Screaming Meals page, you and Marcus seemed to be back to somewhat normal. Well, you were exchanging small, meaningless conversations and sleeping in the same bed. Deciding you couldn’t hide this anymore, you decided to break this tentative peace, bringing back the topic he seemed so adamant to avoid.

You were trying to build up the courage as Marcus made his way out of the en-suite, smiling at you as you tried to get your eyeliner even in the mirror. Despite the tension, he had insisted that your date night went ahead. He had picked the fanciest restaurant that was within walking distance of your hotel, meaning a beautiful outfit was in order.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror as he sat on the end of the bed, shirtless but in smart dress pants, you gave him a shy smile, dragging as much confidence as you could to get your next words out.

“Marcus, we need to talk.” His face fell, but he nodded slightly, “I can't do this anymore. I can't be the hidden girlfriend, from your friends, your team, everyone. You keep saying it's because of the hate I would receive. But you’ve seen the hate I receive almost daily, just for existing on social media, and in your world. You know I can handle it. I feel like, at this point, you won't say anything because you’re-“

You broke into a sob, not even realising tears had been pooling at your lash line, desperately fanning your face so as to not smudge your makeup as all your worst fears bubbled to the surface.

“Because I’m what, love? Have I done something?” He looked panicked now, moving to stand behind you, warm palms on your bare arms.

“Well, yes, but no. Marcus.” Letting out a deep sigh, you prepared yourself for the rest of this conversation, “To me, you won’t post me because you’re ashamed for people to know I’m your girlfriend.” The last part of the sentence came out whispered and rushed. You wouldn’t have even known he heard you, had his hands not stopped ghosting across your shoulders.

With a deep sigh of his own, Marcus spun the chair you were sitting in, kneeling to face you as you desperately tried to hide behind your hair. Gently lifting your chin, he forced you to meet his eyes. The tears that had been pooling earlier had begun running down your face, gentle tracks in your otherwise pristine foundation.

“Oh sweetheart.” He whispered, tightly pulling you against him, face buried in the crook of his neck. “I promise you, the last thing I could ever be is ashamed of you. You are the love of my life, and have been since we were nine and you punched that girl for making me upset.” You let out a wet snort at the memory, but your tears continue to flow, dripping onto Marcus’ collarbone. “I truly thought I was protecting you by not announcing anything. I should have shown you off to everyone as soon as I had the chance. And I am beyond sorry I didn’t. Nothing in my life matters without you there by my side.”

You were fully sobbing now, but you had raised your head to look in your boyfriend’s eyes, surprised to find them lined with thick tears. Reaching up to cup his cheek, you lightly shook your head.

“It’s ok. Well, it isn’t. But we can fix it.” And with a watery smile, you pecked his forehead.

“Do you want me to post something? I could do a instagram photo dump, you know I have enough photos? Or we’re recording Screaming Meals tomorrow, could I say something on the podcast?” Chuckling at the panicked look in your boyfriend’s eyes, you grinned slightly, your usual glint returning to your eyes.

“Well, I had an idea the other day, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we can do something else.”

——

That’s how, when you had finished fixing your makeup, you and Marcus were standing in front of the full length mirror, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you brought up the TikTok sound, purposely keeping the camera angled to the side so Marcus wouldn’t be seen.

“I’m sorry, I just need one minute to make sure I look good.”

Gently running one of his fingers under your lip to wipe an imaginary smudge of lipstick away as you mouthed along to the words, watching as you tilted your head to the side as you continued.

“Do you think I look good, Mr Armstrong?”

Smiling lightly as you move your phone so that Marcus was visible, with his arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting against yours, he grabbed your jaw to pull you into a kiss as the audio switched to the music and the TikTok ended.

After watching it back, along with a burst of laughter at how Clem and James would react, especially after he wasn’t excited to use the sound with them, you hit post, quickly followed by Marcus saving it and posting it on his instagram.

Within minutes, both of your phones were flooded with notifications that were ignored as someone started banging on your suite door. James and Clem fell through the door as soon as you swung it open, babbling about how they knew it, how Clem owed James money because he didn’t think Marcus would have the guts to say something. Giggling as your boyfriend tried to calm his friends, also cracking into laughter himself as he returned to your side to wrap his arms around you again.

He grinned down at you as you reached out for Clem, who was currently trying to escape James, he was honestly upset he hadn't done this sooner.

#marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong #f1 #f2 #f2 x reader #moth writes

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clemswinecorner · 1 year

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Sidewalk rule [Marcus Armstrong]

Summary: During Yeah Nah G'day you and the screamingmeals cohosts realize Marcus does not know what the sidewalk rule is. A TikTok for reference, in case you also don't know :)

Wordcount: 844

Warnings: none

Huge shoutout to @pinkysky-darling for the idea! Haven't posted in a while, here's little thing I wrote instead of trying to make deadlines :) Have fun!

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“So I was walking with my girlfriend and as always she was on, like, you know the side of the store window, so of course she had to look at every single item,” Clem, in the middle of the couch, frowns and interrupts James. “Why as always, couldn’t you switch?” James looks to his right at the French man. “Sidewalk rule,” he casually says. “Ah yeah… Okay go on,” Marcus looks at the two, at Rory and back at the duo. “What’s the sidewalk rule?” He asks, a little in doubt whether he missed out on something. "You don’t know the sidewalk rule?" Clem asks surprised as he turns towards the Kiwi. Marcus just shakes his head as you look up from your laptop casually listening to their conversation. "Wait but I thought you did it like, all the time," James asks confused, looking at you behind the camera for confirmation as you look at the three of them with your eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, you don’t know it?" Marcus shakes his head at you and the other guys. “How un-gentlemen like of you,” James says as Clem dramatically shakes his head. “Red flag, you should break up with him,” you chuckle. “Honestly it kind of is a red flag, maybe I should,” Marcus looks between you guys with wide eyes, still not having a clue what’s going on. He looked adorable being this clueless. “No but I think you do do it,” you say and Clem agrees, having walked with the two of you more than he can count. “I still don’t know what it is,” You chuckle before opening your mouth to explain, James immediately interrupting you. “Wait, do it in the mic,” you roll your eyes as you stand up and walk over, leaning over the couch. “So, for everyone like Marcus who doesn’t know what the sidewalk rule is, there’s two steps to it. One is that the guy, no matter what girl he’s with -whether it be his mom, friend or girlfriend or any other girl- he walks on the side of the road. So this way, when a car comes and crashes into you it will hit him first etc. And then part two, I guess, is that if you’re in a small alley or road and you can’t walk next to her, the guy always walks in front. This way he sees the danger, he gets hit first and all that jazz.”

The boys listen intently as you explain everything. “Oh, well, I actually didn’t know there was a second thing as well, I never thought about that,” James mentions as you walk out of frame again. Clem looks at him, “No I think I've seen that before. Just think it’s sort of something natural to do.” Marcus nods his head in agreement. “Yeah. I never really thought about it but like I always walk in front of you,” you smile at him as he tries to think back to whenever you were walking together. “I don’t know, I kind of always walk on the same side, I think?” He looks at you for confirmation and you hum in agreement. “Yeah I guess most times it just feels weird if I walk on the other side of, you know like my girlfriend,” He says, making a hand gesture in your direction. “I’m rarely consciously thinking ‘oh just need to make sure I’m walking on the side of the cars!’ like it just happens,” Clem smirks as he shares a look with James. “Well. That was the sidewalk rule. Anything else to share about you and your girlfriend’s disgustingly cute habits or should we round it up?” Marcus blushes at James’ statement as you softly giggle. “Weren’t you in the middle of a story?” Clem asks as he glances over at Marcus, who's smiling and biting his lip after you just made eye contact. “Yeah mate, you were talking about your girlfriend looking at every single item,” Marcus changes the subject as he lightly slaps James’ arm over Clem’s shoulder. “Right, I was.”

“Do you think they notice?” Clem asks James as they make their way to the store for some form of dinner and drinks. “What, that we’re third wheeling?” Clem chuckles at his response. “No, how pure their love is. And how oblivious Marcus is to how he’s actually romantic.” James chuckles as they look at the two of you in front of them walking closely together. "Oh, yeah, no, Y/N definitely knows," James says, Marcus looking at you like a love-sick puppy as the two of you laugh at a joke. "You think?" James nods in your direction, as you look at Marcus with a fond smile, to answer his question. "Yeah. Does he, though?" James simply shrugs. "I mean, I’d assume he’s aware that’s it’s like, real love and what not. Don’t think he knows to what extent, considering the Yeah Nah G’day," Clem laughs along as they catch up with you and Marcus in front of the store. "So, what drinks we getting?"

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vroom63 · 2 years

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Jealousy Jealousy // M.A

Warnings: language, mature, smut, nsfw, uprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slightly toxic (if you squint really hard)

Summary: A picture sent to the wrong person opens a can of worms.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors note: Not beta read or edited, just .. yeah, enjoy

When you had agreed to share a flat with Marcus, you didn’t exactly think it through properly. You’d been kicked out of your former flat due to renovations and Marcus, being the perfect angel that he was, had offered you one of the spare bedrooms in his luxurious London flat. What you didn’t realize though, was how often he had his other friends over, and how attractive you found the lot of them. You had given up on catching Marcus’ attention a while ago, figuring that if he was interested in you as more than a friend, he would have done something about it by now. With this in mind, you had started an innocent flirt with Max Fewtrell behind his back. Well, innocent might not have been the right word, it was more of a friends with benefits situation.

You currently found yourself in front of your full length mirror, trying out different poses to see which showed off your assets best, snapping pictures as you went. You were clad in only a pair of black lace knickers and Max’ green Quadrant hoodie that he had left the last time he was over. Choosing a picture where you were on your knees, legs spread and the hoodie hitched up to show off one of your hips, you went to whatsapp and sent it to Max. Or so you thought. See, moving in with Marcus was not the only thing you hadn’t thought all the way through. You had saved Marcus’ number as M💙 and Max’ as M💚.

Not realizing your mistake, you threw your phone on the bed and went over to the bookshelf to find your next read. “Is there a reason you’re sending me pictures of you, halfnaked, in someone else's hoodie?” Marcus’ voice sounded from your doorway. You whipped around to look at him. You still hadn’t put any trousers on, but the hoodie fell below your ass when you were standing. “Sorry?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning red. “Why are you taking pictures of yourself in a Quadrant hoodie and sending it to me? Are you trying to tell me something?”. He didn’t look angry, but he was definitely annoyed, and you could not for the life of you figure out why.

“Well obviously it wasn’t meant for you.” you said, retrieving your phone from the bed and checking that you did in fact send it to the wrong person. Shit. “You didn’t answer my question, are you trying to tell me something?” Marcus persisted. “Like what?” you questioned, trying to wriggle free of the question. You really didn’t want to answer. The only reason you were hooking up with Max was because you couldn’t have Marcus, which was shitty towards Max but he knew what he had signed up for.

“Are you sleeping with Lando?” Marcus asked, closing his eyes for a brief second, like he couldn’t stand the question. You stared at him, “Marcus, I have met Lando twice. And he has a girlfriend?”. “Then why do you have a Quadrant hoodie?” as he asked the question, recognition dawned on his face. “How long?”. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was in no mood for you to lie. “Emh, two months maybe?” you answered, looking down at your feet. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong, but you still felt the guilt filling you. “Right,” his voice was cold as ice, “I’m leaving. See you after Spa.”. Before you could answer him, he was gone, the front door shutting behind him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. There was no doubt that Marcus was angry, but what he was angry about you had no idea.

Over the next few days you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that Marcus was genuinely upset with you. He usually texted you updates on how he was feeling and how the different sessions of the weekend had gone, but it had been radio silence from him since he left for Spa.

Drugo: Do you have any idea why Marcus is acting like the whole world is resting on his shoulders? I know there must be more to it than him having a bad race.

You stared blankly at the text for a few moments. Felipe normally called you whenever he needed something, not much of a texter, which meant that he was in a setting where he wanted an answer now, but couldn’t call.

You: Emh, maybe?

Drugo: Well, spit it out.

You: I may accidentally have sent him a picture that was not meant for him right before he left

Drugo: Right.

You: And I might just have been wearing someone's hoodie and underwear?

You were good friends with Felipe, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t hear this story at some point either way.

Drugo: Please tell me it was Marcus’ hoodie, and he’s just acting like this because he misses you.

You: Did you not catch the part where the picture was not meant for him? And what are you talking about?

Drugo: Are you dating someone?

You: This feels like an interrogation

Drugo: Y/N.

You: No, I am not dating someone. It’s just casual sex.

Drugo: Who is it?

You: Max.

Drugo: God, you can both be so stupid sometimes.

You: What?

You stared at your phone for a good 10 minutes without a response from Felipe. You feared they might have boarded their flights home before you could get an answer. What was he talking about? Both who? You and Max, or you and Marcus? You almost launched yourself off the sofa as your phone vibrated on the coffee table.

M💚: Right so, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it. When we started hooking up I knew you did it to get over Marcus, but what I didn’t tell you is that I also knew that Marcus had a thing for you. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn’t. I just wanted you for myself, even when I knew that you and Marcus both liked each other. I am really sorry. I hope you two figure things out, and that we can still be friends.

You felt like you had been hit over the head with a saucepan. Was this some sort of alternate universe? Even if you wanted to be angry with Max for withholding this information, it wasn’t really his to share, so you couldn’t find it in you to be mad. However, this information opened a whole can of worms. Marcus had a thing for you? For how long? Did he still have a thing for you? Was this why he was so mad?

Deciding to take a leap of faith, you got up from the couch and went to Marcus’ room. You found one of his HiTech t-shirts laying on the bed, clearly worn but not dirty. Shedding your own clothes, you pulled it on and got onto his bed. The smell of him lingered in the sheets, and you felt a pang of longing surging through you. Snapping a picture of yourself, you made sure it was clear where you were and what you were wearing before sending it to Marcus. And then you waited.

“You know, there are easier ways for you to get my attention.” Marcus’ voice roused you from the nap you apparently decided to take. When had you fallen asleep? “Marcus?” you asked, slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up against the headboard. He was standing beside the bed, looking amused. “Is there a reason you are halfnaked in my bed?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. “I think you know” you answered, blushing as you looked away from him. The bed dipped as he sat down, a soft hand on your cheek, turning your face back to look at him.

“I need you to tell me all of it, and then I will tell you everything.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. You didn’t hesitate, this was your only chance to get things off your chest. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since we met, but it didn’t seem like you were interested. And it’d been so long since someone had touched me and shown me any kind of interest, so when Max offered a casual hookup I thought why not,” you took a breath, “he knew from the beginning that I liked you, so he knew it was never more than sex.”. It was impossible to read Marcus’ face, but you could see some sort of emotion swirling in his eyes.

“The first time I saw you in the paddock, I told Clem that you were my future,” he started. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, “It was a running joke between Clem, Max and Felipe because it took me so long to have the courage to talk to you. I think the whole grid knew about my crush on you. And then rumors started that you were taking a sabbatical from motorsports, and I couldn’t let you leave without knowing you. So I took a chance, and obviously my flirting needs work, because I thought I had been obvious with my intentions for years.” he took a deep breath, and you could feel the tears running down your face.

“I thought I was making progress when you moved in here, you loosened up somewhat. Then you sent me that picture, and I could actually feel my heart shatter in my chest. What bugged me the most was that I hadn’t noticed?” He looked a little uncertain. “We agreed to keep it on the down low,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Marcus nodded. “Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now. Felipe told me to get my head out of my ass, then he sent a very furious text to Max. And I didn’t even know he knew how to text.” you let out a little laugh through your tears. “But you are here, in my bed, and in my t-shirt so I guess that means that you do feel the same.” he said, looking from his hands to your face.

Instead of answering, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. Marcus’ hands immediately reached for you, holding you close to him as he kissed you back. Breaking the kiss to catch you breath, you said “we are both so stupid.”. Marcus let out a laugh at that. “Stupid in love?” he asked, a smile on his lips. “Obviously.” you answered, “Who knew you were the jealous type?”. He pulled back a little, leveling you with a look that was wholly unamused. “You have not seen jealous yet.” he said, kissing you with a newfound determination. It felt like your entire body was set on fire as his hands roamed over your body.

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing,” he breathed, peppering kisses down your neck. “Less talking, more kissing” you said, pulling him back up to your lips by his hair. The groan he let out sendt a surge of electricity through you. “As good as you look in my t-shirt, I think I’d like to claim you in other ways,” Marcus said as he pulled back once again, grabbing the hem of the shirt you were wearing, slowly peeling it off you. Another groan left him as he fixed his eyes on you, now only sat in your knickers in his bed. “You are wearing too many clothes,” you said, pulling at his hoodie. The speed in which he got rid of his clothes was probably some sort of record.

Marcus grabbed hold of your ankles, yanking you down the bed so you were flat on your back. The next second he was crawling up the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he claimed your lips again. You would never grow tired of the feeling of his lips against yours. Slowly grinding against you, your frustration with the last two pieces of clothes remaining grew. “Marcus please.” you whined, finding it hard to put together a coherent sentence. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips harder against yours. “I need you to touch me, please,” you weren’t normally one for begging, but it seemed like your brain was not working.

Sliding his hand towards the apex of your thighs, he let his thumb ghost over your clit. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, chasing the friction his hand and his hips were creating. Taking pity on you, he moved enough to get both your underwear off as he moved down the bed. Before you could react, his tongue swiped at your slit, flicking over your clit. A loud moan left you, hands taking purchase in his hair. Going at it like a man starved, it didn’t take long before you were on edge, just missing that last push. Seeming to read your mind, he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right. “Fuck, Marcus, please,” your voice sounded high pitched and breathy. A chant of his name left you as he pushed you over the edge.

As you came down, you could feel Marcus searching for something in his bedside table. When he suddenly froze, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling slightly on edge with how rigid he was. “Emh, this is sort of embarrassing.” he said, not really looking at you. “Marcus, what is it?” you asked again, leaning up on your elbows. “My condoms are expired.” he said, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Why are your condoms expired?” you asked, a smile obvious in your voice. Dropping his head on your chest, he mumbled a response to your boobs. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” you said with a laugh. “I said, it’s been a while since I slept with someone.” he answered, still not looking at you.

Cupping his cheek, you turned his face to look at you. “We don’t need one. I am on the pill, and I have never slept with anyone without a condom before,” you said, trying to soothe him, “but if you really want to use one, I have some in my bedroom.”. His face went from fond at the first part of your sentence, to annoyed at the last part. “You’re willing to let me fuck you without a condom, but noone else?” he said, suddenly looking smug. The rate his emotions changed was giving you whiplash. “Yes?” it came out as more of a question than it was meant to. “So what you are saying is that I am better than anyone else?” The smug look on his face made you want to take back everything you had said.

“Do you want to fuck me or not? Cuz I have a hookup on speed dial that can get me off.” you said in an attempt of wiping the look off his face. It worked. “Let me tell you something baby,” he said in that low voice you loved so much, “nobody will ever be able to make you feel the way I do.”. He was back between your legs before you had a chance to wrap your head around what he had just said. “Nobody will ever fuck you the way I can,” he continued, pushing inside you without a warning. There were no words to describe the way he was filling you. An obscene moan left you, nails digging into his back as he started moving.

As he pushed one of your knees to your chest, and angled his hips in the perfect way, he kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “You think Max can fuck you like this?” he whispered in your ear. “No,” you moaned back. “What was that?” he asked, more power in his hips at the next thrust. “No Marcus, nobody can fuck me like you do. Please” you said, on the edge of oblivion. “I can feel you pulsating around me baby,” he groaned, “come for me.”. That was all it took for the tight band in your abdomen to snap. “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as you came, following you over the edge.

“Your bedroom is officially the office,” Marcus said as he rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest. “Oh really?” you asked, clearly amused. “Yes. We have wasted too much time.” he stated as a matter-of-factly. With his hand drawing random patterns and the feeling of bliss surrounding you, you fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the man you loved.

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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monaco blues - Marcus Armstrong

At first I think I have to apologize to whoever asked for the Dennis fic because I have decided to put it on ice for a while until I actually like what I'm writing again, sorry for that :(

Here's a lil Marcus fic, including smut, unprotected sex (pls don't do that in real life!) and fluff :)

Marcus Armstrong x reader; As Marcus returns to Monaco for the F2 race he keeps an eye out for a certain someone who had made his previous visit an unforgettable experience

You had had sex multiple times that night: The night you should have regretted immediately afterwards.

But how could you possibly regret a night in which you had had multiple orgasms without having to fake it once, though?

Why should you have regretted it anyways?

Maybe because the guy you had hooked up with was none other than Marcus Armstrong, as you had only found out the next morning.

Your social media had already been overflowing: someone had spotted Marcus leaving the club in Monte Carlo with you in his arm.

The caption had made you stop in your tracks:

“Spotted: Marcus Armstrong leaving the Royal Club in Monte Carlo with mystery girl #5 on his arm… seems like the Kiwi is really enjoying his holidays ;)”

Seeing that post on Instagram had given you enough reason to regret the whole night, sneaking out of his hotel room as quiet and fast as possible.

After that shocking revelation it came as no surprise that you were enraged.

First: He had lied to you about who he was.

Second: You hated being another number on his list.

Another girl he had successfully seduced into pleasuring him. So obviously all that rage quickly focused on him, keeping him in your mind for weeks to come even though all you wanted to do was forget about him. Him. Marcus Armstrong.

Kiwi F2 driver, not an ordinary engineer like he had told you.

The man who had you a moaning mess beneath him the whole night.

Often times you’d dream of him… of his hands on your body, his lips in all the right places and his damn raspy voice.

It had made you furious that your were somehow still constantly reminded of his existence when you were so determined to delete him from your memory forever.

As time passed though, you found yourself thinking about that night less frequently, finally managing to banish Marcus into the darkest depths of your mind.

Weeks and months flew by, you were buried deep in your studies and barely had any time or piece of mind to spare for him.

Your primary rage had finally died down, being able to cope with all the Formula 2 pages on Instagram still tagging you in Marcus-related photos.

Thankfully your account had been set to private from the beginning so no one could actually see your photos and you had had the great joy of declining Marcus’ follow request the morning after.

So things were looking up for you again, especially since you had just taken your last exam before summer break in May.

You were on your way back home on your bike, riding through the streets of Monaco with your bag over your shoulder and the biggest smile on your face when suddenly you had to stop.

The road was closed.

You frowned, before asking the man standing behind the barrier what was going on.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you cannot go through here. Tomorrow’s the first day of the Monaco Grand Prix. Important people will be coming and going constantly.”, he shrugged with an apologetic smile.

You sighed.

It was just your luck: Having to take an alternative route around the paddock area which would take you an additional ten minutes.

And that was when you saw it: A huge truck with the Formula 2 logo on it passing the barrier.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Excuse me, sir. Is Formula 2 racing here this weekend as well?”

Your heart dropped when the man nodded.

If Formula 2 was here, he was here too.

Suddenly there was a weird sour taste on your tongue, the huge smile from earlier wiped off your face just like that.

Today was supposed to be such a good day but instead you were slapped in the face by something Marcus-related yet again.

Great.

You thanked the man behind the barrier and took the alternative route, not able to stop your mind from already making up the wildest scenarios of possible ways of meeting Marcus again.

Under no circumstances did you want to see him again, no matter how good the sex had been. You could feel the anger building up inside you again just reliving the morning after.

Finding out he had been lying to you, exposing you to the media without you knowing.

So the decision was clear: This next weekend would be spent at home, only occasionally leaving your apartment to go get food. Because you knew just how easy it was running into someone in the small streets of Monte Carlo, so you would not take the risk of encountering him.

However, your best friend had other plans.

That same evening she would not stop talking you into going out with her.

Of course, all of your friends had taken their last exam today, too, so there was a good reason to celebrate.

You had also wanted nothing more but to go out again after having spent many many evenings studying at home. But that was before you had found out Marcus was in the same town as you again.

Somehow your best friend still managed to drag you to the club, though. The night was spent always keeping a watchful eye out for a certain Kiwi, but you were in luck.

Everything went smoothly and you actually allowed yourself to have fun again.

Only then did you realize how stupid your fear of meeting Marcus had been. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of meeting him, in fact it should be the other way around.

Because if you ever saw him again so help you god would you give him a piece of your mind. And it would not be pretty.

So thanks to your new mindset and confidence you found yourself in the club once again on Sunday night after the Monaco Grand Prix.

You were already a few drinks deep, dancing with your girl friends in the middle of the club, the alcohol taking away any shame you might have felt when grinding your hips against your best friend’s.

She let her hands wander over your body seductively, from your short top over the white skirt you had thrown on.

It looked hot, no question in that, but what you didn’t know at that point was that he was watching.

Marcus had been watching you the whole time, from when you’d first stepped into the club to now. Of course he had hoped to see you again, after waking up to an empty bed a few months ago.

At first he had been confused as to why you had left without saying anything, then it had dawned on him what had happened and he immediately cursed himself for being so stupid to think lying to you would be a good idea.

Sadly, one look at his phone had confirmed his worries.

Although it was helpful that the internet had so quickly found your Instagram account, it had been a slap in the face when you had declined his follow request.

There had been some horrible headlines out there and he had wanted nothing more than to explain everything to you.

Yes, he had been hooking up with different girls almost every night during that trip but that had immediately stopped after your night together.

Because the moment he had laid eyes on you he knew he was done for.

Everything about you was perfect, leaving him with the want for more.

He wanted all of you, not just the amazing sex.

But it had been too late and so Marcus had been left with his own memories of that night, replaying it over and over in his mind.

So naturally you were all he could focus on when he realized you were in the same club as him, dancing only a few meters away from him, having the time of your life.

You looked hotter than ever, unholy thoughts racing in his mind immediately.

His weekend had been one of his best ones in Formula 2 so far so his mood had been good already, but seeing you really was the icing on the cake.

He just had to wait for the right moment to finally talk to you… and maybe have another drink to boost his confidence. Because he had no idea how to approach you.

You were so unpredictable, Marcus couldn’t for the life of him read you.

“Mate, check out Clem, he’s wasted!”, Felipe exclaimed, throwing his arm around Marcus, pulling Marcus’ attention away from you momentarily.

An amused smile found its way onto Marcus’ face as he watched Felipe run over to Clem to hand him another drink.

Felipe really was a nightmare friend to party with, Marcus had understood that fairly quickly.

With a grin still on his face, Marcus turned his head back to you, searching for a white skirt in the crowd…. And his face dropped.

Your white skirt was no longer pushed up against the girl you had been dancing with but another guy’s hand was snaked around your waist, your back turned towards Marcus.

He could feel the jealousy bubbling up almost immediately until he noticed that your arms were indeed not around the guy’s neck.

Instead, you were awkwardly trying to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Relief flushed through Marcus, but the stranger did not get your message, bringing you closer to him again.

That was it.

Marcus downed his own drink, making his way across the dance floor to where you were standing.

His hands found their way around your waist, the movement feeling so natural to him.

“Having fun, babe?”

Both you and the other guy looked at him with equal confusion, both your eyes widening at the same time as the two of you recognized him.

“You’re…”, the guy muttered, immediately letting go of you. Marcus squeezed your waist, hoping to relax you.

“Marcus Armstrong, yes. If you’d please stop harassing my girlfriend that would be very kind of you.”, Marcus gave the stranger a friendly but deadly smile, making him turn around to quickly disappear after a quick apology.

As soon as the guy was gone you pulled Marcus’ arms off your hips, turning around with a displeased look on your face. Yes, you were thankful the other guy was gone but you did not like the guy standing in front of you now either.

“Since when am I your girlfriend, huh?”, you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Since other guys are touching you.”, Marcus responded taken aback.

“Well goodbye then, babe.”, you gave him a fake smile before turning around to disappear into the crowd.

However he reacted quickly, grabbing your arm to spin you around once again.

“Wait! Can we at least talk?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“About what? The fact that you lied to me or the fact that the whole world knows I slept with you?”

Marcus knew you were right.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. I just panicked when I first saw you because you looked so fucking gorgeous and I didn’t want to fuck it up…”, he stammered, talking fast because he didn’t know how much longer you’d still talk to him.

“But you did. You fucked up everything, Marcus.”, you sounded hurt and Marcus hated that he was the reason for it.

“I know…I never meant for any of it to happen, I swear, but…this is me asking you for a second chance. Please.”, he looked down at his hand on your arm, then back at you.

You didn’t know what to say, your brain not functioning properly anymore from the alcohol.

All you knew was that you definitely didn’t hate him even though every part of you wanted you to hate him.

And you should… but you didn’t.

“You lied to me.”, you took a step towards him, looking into his eyes.

“Thanks to you I still get messages from random people on the internet on a daily basis.”, another step towards him.

You were now close enough to feel his hot breath as he looked down at you, not daring to break the eye contact. “Thanks to you my standards are so fucking high when it comes to sex.”, your drunken mind took over as your hand came up to his chest, feeling his heart beating almost as fast as your own did.

Neither of you knew what was going to happen next, yet you both knew exactly where you’d end up this night.

“I fucking hate you.”, both your hands now rested against his chest, still keeping the eye contact. Marcus gulped audibly.

“And I hate that I still want you.”

Then you stood on your tiptoes, your hands finding his neck to pull him down to finally connect your lips. Marcus didn’t need much time to adjust, his hands naturally finding your waist again, pulling you into him tightly.

When his tongue slipped into your mouth you unfortunately had to admit how much you had missed this feeling of absolute electricity and excitement flowing through your body.

A feeling only Marcus’ touch could evoke.

Your hands started playing with his hair while his hands found your ass, occasionally slipping under the skirt, making you moan into his mouth.

Marcus could feel himself getting hard within seconds, which wasn’t a surprise to him seeing as he’d pleasured himself many times thinking of you in the past couple of months.

“You wanna go somewhere else?”, you whispered into the kiss, Marcus nodding immediately.

You pulled apart and he looked at you again with…adoration in his eyes?

Then he took your hand in his, leading you out of the club, where a lot of people where currently waiting for taxis to arrive.

As you waited for your taxi in the cold, away from any curious eyes, you let go of his hand to hug yourself, spending you some warmth. Monaco at night could be freezing, especially when you were only in a short top and skirt.

Marcus noticed your shivering, but didn’t have a jacket to offer you since he’d only come in his shirt.

“Come here, you’re freezing.”, he pulled you close to him, encasing you in his arms delicately. Your hands rested against his chest as you looked up at him.

Only then did you realize that it was going to hurt like hell, leaving him tomorrow, knowing he would forget about you soon enough.

“What are you thinking about?”, he smirked, giving you a peck to the lips.

Quickly you shook off your sadness and intrusive thoughts because you didn’t want to show your vulnerability, shaking your head.

“Nothing..it’s just cold.”, you forced a smile on your face before burying your head in his chest to avoid his gaze. Marcus knew something was off by the tone of your voice and the half smile you had put on, he just couldn’t pinpoint it, which is why he decided to let it go.

If you wanted to tell him, eventually you would.

Then Marcus got a text.

“Our taxi isn’t going to be here for another thirty minutes, they’ve blocked some roads.”, he groaned, letting his head fall back. You chewed on your lip, looking back up at him.

“We could go to my place..”, you suggested shyly, catching his attention.

Obviously he hadn’t considered that option yet.

“It’s only a five minute walk from here.”, you added, watching as he contemplated the option.

Then he nodded, letting you take the lead while he intertwined your fingers again.

On your way to the apartment the tension and anticipation almost became unbearable so it came as no surprise that Marcus had you pushed up against the nearest wall, kissing you deeply as soon as you had closed the door behind him.

You moaned as he pressed himself against you, feeling his erection against your core.

Your hands toyed with his hair, pulling slightly at his roots as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere.

He sucked and bit at your neck, making you writhe under his touch while his hands roamed your body, coming to a hold at your ass.

He had so desperately been craving to touch you for the past months, he felt like an addict.

First he lifted one of your legs around his waist, gripping your thigh as if you were his own personal drug: not able to get enough of you, of your body. “Jump.”, he whispered into your ear, his free hand already on its way to your other thigh. When you wrapped both your legs around him, he pushed you into the wall even further to hoist you up properly.

His face was now at the perfect height to attack your cleavage, kissing and sucking his way to your nipples.

“Marcus..”, you moaned, your mind already hazy.

He responded by finally reaching his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside quickly.

Your hips bucked into him at his touch, making him smirk against your skin because he knew he had full control over you.

“Already so wet for me?”, he asked, cockily leaning his head back to look at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up and touch me.”, you pulled his head towards you again, connecting your lips to a fiery kiss. However, he decided to tease you a little while longer, letting his digits ghost over your clit.

“What’s the magic word, darling?”, he smirked once again, enjoying your frustrated expression. You weren’t going to give in to his dominance play though. At least not yet.

“If you won’t touch me I can gladly touch myself.”, you replied, trying to free yourself from his grip.

Marcus was quick to tighten his grip though, giving you a challenging look as he pressed you against the wall harder.

“We both know it wouldn’t be the same though.”, he started peppering your neck with kisses, your body reacting to his touch automatically, arching your back towards him even though you didn’t want to.

You could feel him smile against the crook of your neck, so you pulled his hair back rather harshly, forcing him to lean his head back with a groan.

As you kept him from kissing you it was now your turn to smirk at him.

“Fine. No touching means no kissing then.”

Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You know you can be a fucking brat sometimes.”

To this you only smiled, knowing you had him right where you wanted because you noticed his gaze wandering in-between your tits and eyes again, hungry for your skin.

“Are you gonna touch me then?”, you asked impatiently, batting your eyelashes at him innocently all while stilling having a grip on his hair, keeping him at a safe distance.

You thought he was about to give in, lose this battle, but you had been wrong.

Instead of finally pushing his fingers inside you, he placed you back down, letting go of your hips. Confused, you went to say something but were quickly cut off by him grabbing your hips, turning you around to push your front to the wall, his cock now pressing against your ass.

However, you couldn’t help but smile.

You liked it when Marcus gave you the control but you loved his dominant side even more.

Of course Marcus didn’t miss your smile either, letting out a small laugh.

“That’s what I thought.”

As you weren’t really in a position to touch him yourself, your only option was grinding against his cock as best as you could.

Marcus let out a heavy breath which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

His hand wrapped around your hair, holding you in place as his other hand wandered up your ass under your skirt.

He flipped the skirt up, exposing your ass to him so that he could lay a sharp slap to your ass, making you gasp.

“That’s for not following orders, darling.”, he tsked, soothing the spot with his hand.

“Look so good for me tonight.”, he groaned, taking in the view of your half naked ass.

“Only for you..”, you hoped to get him to touch you again.

Unimpressed, Marcus let out a raspy laugh.

“No shit, this pussy is mine.”, suddenly his hand came around your waist to cup your pussy, making your hips buck into his hand. “Please, Marcus..”, you moaned, throwing all of your previous intentions out of the window to finally beg for him.

“Please what? Use your words, love.”, Marcus had a cocky smirk plastered on his face again, knowing he’d won this round.

You rolled your eyes but decided to surrender, being too desperate for his touch.

“Please touch me, Marcus. Need your fingers inside me.”

That was all it took to have Marcus’ fingers pull your slip aside, this time wasting no time in entering you.

You pressed your ass even further against his cock at the sensation, making him grow even harder.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”, he asked with a smug look on his face, moving his fingers faster inside you while his hand that was in your hair came around to cup your chin.

He turned your face to look back at him, giving you a sloppy kiss of appreciation.

Then his hand went to massage your clit, pulling another loud moan from you.

“Not sure how much longer I can last…”, you gasped, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Marcus sped up his fingers just until your head fell back onto his shoulder: The sign that you were about to cum.

So he pulled his fingers out of you quickly, leaving you frustrated and empty.

“Marcus..”, you cried out immediately, a tear falling from your eye over the ruined orgasm.

But Marcus only rolled his eyes.

“Will you stop whining?”, he retorted in a rather annoyed voice, pulling down your skirt and panties as well as his own pants.

You waited in anticipation as Marcus stroked his rock hard cock before he let it glide through your folds.

He pushed you back against the wall, his free hand around your neck. Your legs wanted to give out from the sensation of the ruined orgasm still looming over you, but Marcus held you in place firmly.

Even now he couldn’t stop the teasing though: not entering you yet, even though he saw your pleading face, his own dick twitching in his hand.

He let his cock swipe through your folds again, gathering all your wetness before finally pushing into you.

The moan you let out as he entered you was a sound Marcus would replay often times when he’d pleasure himself in the future.

For a moment he stilled his movements, giving you enough time to adjust. “Ready?”, as he kissed the spot beneath your ear you shivered, nodding eagerly.

“Want you to fuck-”, you replied, the rest of your sentence being lost in a moan because he started thrusting into you at a steady fast pace.

Your mouth hang wide open, feeling him grab your ass tightly, guiding your hips towards his cock while he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck.”, he hissed when you clenched around him, his hand coming up to your neck to pull your back against him.

The new angle had him hitting all the right spots inside you, making your legs shake.

“You like that?”, he smirked, applying light pressure to your neck.

However your brain wasn’t exactly able to form sentences right now so you didn’t answer, giving him a moan instead. But that didn’t satisfy Marcus.

He squeezed your neck harder, his other hand finding your clit while he kept his relentless pace.

“Answer me.”, he growled into your ear, a squeal escaping your lips as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

“Yes. Fuck yes!”, you exclaimed as he filled you up completely, pushing you further against the wall again as he stilled his movements inside you.

“That’s my girl.”, he smiled contently, continuing thrusting into you again.

He had you right where he wanted and you both knew it.

“Now be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?”, his fingers played with your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his cock once again in response.

You couldn’t see it but he was truly struggling not to cum before you because the feeling of you around his cock was a feeling like no other.

So he sped his fingers up, rubbing circles on your clit whilst your legs almost gave out under you.

He noticed you struggling to stand on your own quickly, his hand that had grabbed your neck now finding its way back to your hip, holding you in place.

“Wish you could see yourself right now: Taking my cock so well, such a slut for me.”, he grunted, knowing his words were all you needed to send you over the edge.

And he was right: A string of curse words fell from your mouth before he felt you clenching around him, riding out your high.

It took everything in him not to cum inside you right then when you were milking his cock so good, but tonight he wanted your mouth.

Wanted to see you on your knees for him.

When he felt you coming down from your high, he pulled out of you, turning you around to him. You already knew what he wanted, giving him a lazy kiss before getting on your knees.

His cock was painfully hard and dripping from your own wetness. Quickly you sucked him clean, tasting your own juices.

Then you started to take him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Marcus’ hands gripped your hair, holding it back into a makeshift ponytail as he threw his head back at the feeling of your lips around his cock.

It was the most incredible feeling and a feeling Marcus didn’t ever want to miss again.

He looked back down at you, giving him the best head of his life all while looking so fucking beautiful.

“That’s it, darling.”, he praised, his dick twitching in your mouth as you moaned around him.

“Gonna fuck your face, yeah?”, he waited until you nodded before he started moving his hips to hit the very back of your throat with his tip.

Even though tears were falling from your eyes and your were already gagging you held on to his thighs, knowing this was all he needed to cum.

And just as you had predicted, he came only moments later, you swallowing his cum without hesitation.

“Fuck, baby…”, he cursed, running a hand through his hair.

When he came down from his high, he pulled you back up on your feet, holding your waist tightly because he knew your legs were still shaking.

He sent you a beaming, fucked out smile before kissing you in the softest way possible.

No dominance play, no lip biting, only his soft lips on yours and his hands around your waist. It made you melt right into his touch, leaning against him as your hands held on to his neck.

You squealed when he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso automatically.

With your help, he managed to navigate around your apartment and eventually find your bedroom to lay you down on your bed.

Just seeing the hungry look he gave you as he towered over you was enough to make you horny again, knowing exactly this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be screaming his name tonight.

The sun shone through your half-closed blinds, making you blink.

In your half asleep state you replayed yesterday’s events, mentally preparing yourself to wake up to an empty bed.

It would hurt like a bitch, that was for sure.

But you couldn’t really blame Marcus for leaving, because you had done the exact same thing to him.

And besides, you guys weren’t even together so he really had no reason to spend more time with you than necessary.

It wasn’t until you heard a deep grumbling sound behind you that you noticed the arm draped around your waist, pulling you close towards Marcus’ chest.

He had stayed?

Confused, you turned around in his arms to look at him.

He had been sleeping before, but thanks to your sudden movement he started blinking, too, until he could open his eyes fully.

“Good morning.”, he smiled when he saw you looking at him.

You worked your brain overtime but still didn’t understand the reasoning behind Marcus still laying here with you.

“Why are you still here?”

That was about all you could say at the moment.

Yesterday you had been so sure that this was going to be another one night stand with ties being cut between the two of you again the next morning.

Marcus’ smile dropped, an insecure look on his face now.

“Should I leave?”, he asked, a trace of disappointment in his voice, which confused you even more.

“No, don’t!”, quickly your hand came up to cup his face.

“I mean…er…you can leave.. if you want to.”, you added, just as insecure as Marcus, beginning to take your hand off his face again.

But Marcus held your hand in place, kissing the inside of your hand.

“No, no. I don’t want to..If that’s ok with you..”

You couldn’t help but laugh, making Marcus frown in confusion.

“My god, we really are stupid, aren’t we?”, your laughter made Marcus’ frown turn into a wide smile again.

He pulled you even closer into him, connecting your lips to a kiss.

And it just felt so right that you knew you couldn’t let him go. Not today, not ever again.

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sparks fly (marcus armstrong)

pairing: marcus armstrong x reader warnings: mentions of creepy guy, simp!marcus, mutual pining, (simp!reader too tbh) word count: 2.6k ahhh I was so excited to write this and I'm pretty happy with it! inspired by 'sparks fly' - taylor swift this does feature some of my other faves from f2 and it's basically because I was rewatching screaming meals episodes while writing this. pls let me know what you think and feel free to request! 🤍

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟” The Mediterranean sun was warm on your skin as you headed down to the beach with your friends. It was summer break during the F1 and F2 season and you’d all decided to get away together. Well, Marcus and his friends, Juan, Felipe, James, Clem and their girlfriends had decided to go on a summer tour and naturally as Marcus’ best friend you received an extension of that invitation. “Marcus wait up!” You huffed in annoyance as you heard his laughter ahead of you, you whined in frustration, lacking any patience as your best friend raced on ahead, sprinting down towards the shoreline of the beach. “Hurry up sunshine!” You rolled your eyes at the nickname, “Stop calling me that!” Marcus stopped running and turned back to look at you with a cheesy grin. “You’ve been telling me that for years Y/N, I’m not gonna stop now!” As you stared at the boy in front of you, your heart clenched a little, god you loved him. And not just platonically. You smiled back, wishing more than anything you could just kiss him right now. You curled your hands into fists and dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself, he wasn’t yours.

————————————— “Marcus wait up!” You called after the boy running ahead of you as your 9-year-old legs struggled to keep up. The boy ahead of you laughed as he realised your struggle to keep up, “Come on sunshine!” You growled at him, “Why do you always call me that?” “Because you always make me happy and smiley and you make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so sunshine.” You were taken aback, “Oh…” Marcus shuffled awkwardly before darting forward to press a kiss to your cheek, the two of you both turning pink. “M-Marcus?” You asked nervously, “M-mhmm?” “I like you…” “I l-like you too Y/N, y-you’re…” Marcus paused for a second as if he was thinking about his next words carefully “you’re my best friend.” Even at the tender age of 9 you felt your little heart shatter as your best friend turned crush rejected you, “Y-yeah, you’re mine too.”

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“𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞”

The music was loud enough to the point that you could feel the bass pounding through your body as you watched Marcus from the other side of the dance floor. You loved this look on him. Care-free. Happy. You giggled to yourself as a very drunk James draped himself across Marcus’ shoulders, trying to press smooches to his cheeks as Marcus battled to keep his face out of reach. Was it odd to say that even watching James drunkenly kiss Marcus’ cheeks had you feeling that same wanting pull in your stomach? You shook your head to clear the thoughts away, downing the rest of the drink in your hand before crossing the dance floor to the boys. You pushed your way through the throng of bodies, wincing and occasionally grimacing as someone’s elbow dug into your side or hand wandered too close to your body. Eventually you pushed through the crowd, foot catching on the edge of the dance floor, you felt your body start to fall forwards. “Woah!” Before you could fall any further, you felt two strong arms around your waist, head jolting up to look at your saviour, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met Marcus’. You let out a nervous breath as he helped you straighten up, “You okay?” You nodded, dumbstruck, as you realised one of his hands had remained on your waist, his thumb gently rubbing soothingly. You held in a shiver as his touch ignited something deep in your stomach that went beyond lust or sexual attraction, something deeper. His touch burned into your skin, so familiar and comforting yet exciting and new at the same time. You pulled away with an awkward laugh, “I’m okay, are you? I saw James’ attack a minute ago.” Marcus tipped his head back and laughed before replying. You cocked your head to one side in confusion, his words lost amongst the yelling and laughing and pounding music, “Huh?” Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. He was so close that his lips gently brushed against your ear, “I said, you jealous?” A flash of panic jolted your stomach, what? Marcus chuckled and poked your cheek as he straightened up, making you glare “I’m kidding sunshine.”

You stared up at him feeling like time had stopped as you caught his gaze. Suddenly the club felt too crowded, too busy, too intense. “You wanna get out of here?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Marcus I-“ “Yeah sure-“ You said at the same time. You grabbed his hand and turned towards the exit before he could see how flustered you were by his reply. Pushing towards the exit you bumped into Clem who raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d be hearing about this in the morning.

You tumbled out of the club, wrapped up in Marcus, the refreshing night air of the summer sweeping over you as you felt yourself laughing at nothing. Marcus chuckled and you sucked in a breath as you felt his chest rumble against your back. He helped you walk a little way down the road before you turned to face him suddenly, “I’m hungry! Let’s get food!” The two of you froze as you looked into each others eyes, was it just you or was he leaning in a little- did his eyes just flicker down to look at your lips? Marcus blinked slowly before straightening up suddenly and coughing,

“Yeah that sounds good…” You bit back your disappointed frown and shook it off, grabbing his hand and taking off down the street again, “Great! Let’s go!”

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“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞” Marcus trudged towards his group of friends and flopped down onto the end of Clem’s sun lounger with a groan. “Rough night?” James smirked at him, “Huh?” Clem snickered “You and Y/N left the club together, did you finally make your move?” Marcus pulled himself to sit up, body heavy with fatigue and slight hangover, he sighed, “No…” Clem rolled his eyes as Juan sighed, “Are you serious mate?” Marcus nodded, head feeling slightly foggy as he thought back to the events of the night before. Your eyes, lit up with excitement as you’d grabbed his hand and started running down the street, your smile as you’d stared up at him. And was he crazy if he could have sworn you’d leaned in at one point, almost like you wanted to kiss him- no. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “What did happen then?” Felipe asked, taking a sip of water, and wiggling his eyebrows Marcus shoved his shoulder gently, letting out a breath of laughter at how ridiculous his friends were being. “Nothing happened!” Clem snorted, “Nothing?” “Nothing.” Marcus confirmed. “We went to get food, went back to the hotel and she made me binge-watch Criminal Minds with her.” James fell back against the sun lounger in disbelief, Juan shaking his head, “Dude, when are you gonna man up?” “What do you mean?” “What he means mate,” Clem swung an arm around Marcus’ shoulder “is when are you finally gonna grow the balls to tell her you like her?” Marcus sighed heavily, before staring after you giggling with Ines as you scrolled through the pictures you’d taken that morning for instagram, he smiled softly at how pretty you looked this morning. Effortlessly beautiful. “Never I guess…” He cracked a smile when he heard you call his name and as he ambled his way over to you, James turned to Clem, Felipe and Juan, "We have to do something.” “For sure.” “I’m in!” ————————————

“𝐈 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

Another city on your summer tour holiday, another night out in some club that Clem demanded you all went to. You fanned your face slightly as you grabbed Ines’ arm, “I’m heading to the bar! Want anything?” She shook her head and smiled at you to continue before you turned and pushed your way off the crowded dance floor. Reaching the bar you realised that there were people in front of you so you pulled your phone out to check if Marcus wanted anything to drink.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, Marcus’ head shot up when he realised you’d texted him. Looking out from the booth that your group had reserved he could see over the dance floor, across to the other side to where you stood by the bar. He smiled at the sight of you but that smile was quickly replaced by a frown when a man approached you from behind, tapping you on the shoulder and quickly invading your personal space. He monitored the situation closely, his frown growing as yours did. Who was this guy? And why was he being so pushy? Marcus felt himself growing angry as he stood up and made his way through the club, “Baby!” You heard Marcus before you saw him, he slid an arm around your waist and you felt yourself instantly relaxing. You gasped slightly when he pressed a kiss to your temple, “You were taking a while, I got worried… oh! Who’s this darling?” Marcus glared at the guy standing opposite you, “Relax bro, I didn’t know she was your girl.” “Yeah that’s right…” Marcus’ grip on your waist tightened and you felt him pulling you closer to him, “she’s my girl.” Heat erupted across your skin and your stomach flipped as the words left his mouth. ‘Oh god, calm down Y/N’ you willed yourself as the other guy held up his hands in surrender, slowly slipping back into the crowd. “Are you okay?” Marcus hands were on your shoulders as he turned you to face him, eyes frantically searching you for any sign of distress, “I’m sorry I suddenly grabbed you and called you those things, I-I just wanted to help…” “Hey…” You said softly, “I’m okay…” Marcus gave a sigh of relief, hands dropping to meet yours as he interlocked your fingers together. You held your breath, screaming internally as his thumbs gently rubbed across the back of hour hand. “I just… I got so worried, so mad-“ “Why?” “Why what?” “Why did you get mad?” Marcus stopped, breathing heavily, why had he gotten so mad? He knew the answer… did he really want to tell you? “I-I was jealous.” Your mouth dropped open, “Jealous? Why? Marcus he was no one-“ “Because I realised that you’re not actually mine and someone might take you away and take away any chance I have of making you mine.” He cursed Clem for making him shot that tequila earlier, this was not how he wanted you to find out about his feelings for you. He stopped as he looked back at your face, seeing you tear up. “Shit…” He cursed under his breath, he dropped your hands, “Y/N, I’m so sorry…” you reached out for him, “N-no no it’s okay…” You looked around for a second, spotting an exit door to a staircase to an outdoor area in the corner, “Come with me,” grabbing his hand, you made your way to the door.

In the booth towards the back of the club, the guy who’d approached you approached Clem, James, Juan and Felipe, “Hey, I talked to that girl like you said, hope I didn’t make him too mad though.” Clem laughed before standing up and clapping him on the back, “Not at all, thank you so much mate! Thanks for the support this season too.” The guy laughed as he turned to find the people he’d come with, “No, thank you for buying my friends and I drinks tonight!” With a final laugh amongst all the men at the table and a wave, he vanished into the crowd and Juan was frantically tapping Felipe next to him, “Umm… Look.” The table all turned their heads to see you leading Marcus out the door, “Well damn… Looks like it was Y/N who made the first move after all.” ————————————

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰”

You exhaled as you reached the top step and stepped out into the outside area, Marcus close behind you. “Are you okay?” He stood awkwardly behind you, fidgeting slightly, aware that a few minutes ago you’d had tears in your eyes. You took a deep breath, “I’m not mad or upset.” You said quietly, closing your eyes to will yourself the confidence to say the next sentence out loud, “I’m happy.” Marcus took a step closer to you, barely daring himself to breathe in case he suddenly woke up and found that this was all a dream, “Happy?” You nodded slowly, opening your eyes to look directly into his, “Happy because… I know that…” You paused, smiling shakily, he closed the gap between you, grabbing one of your hands in his, cupping your face with the other, “Take your time… I’m not going anywhere sunshine.” You giggled nervously, “I’m happy because I finally know that you feel the same way.” You blurted out. Marcus froze, eyes widened slightly. “Y-you what?” “I know you feel the same way.” Your hands came up to fist themselves in his shirt as you pulled him as close as you could, leaning up to softly press a kiss to his lips before pulling back with a squeak as you realised what you’d just done. Marcus smiled and dropped your hand, instead wrapping his arm round your waist, pulling you in to kiss you once again. You melted into his embrace, hardly able to believe that after years of pining, he was finally kissing you. Marcus was kissing you. You giggled at the thought, making the two of you pull apart, he gently pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then your forehead, then each cheek before kissing the corner of your lips, closing his eyes in bliss each time. “You wanna know something?” He pressed his forehead to yours, “What?” You breathed out, “I’m captivated by you baby… like a… firework show.” You giggled, “Oh really?” He nodded, “Mhmm…” "You’re cute… now kiss me again?” “You don’t need to ask darling, I’d be happy to…” “𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞”

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