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rightshoeonleftfoot · 14 days

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How the flowers bloom

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x GN!reader

Summary: This is part 2 of my smitten!Jäger x oblivious!reader series. Jäger explains a bit of his work to you.

Warnings: None, this is all just wholesome fluff!

Words: 1.6k

Part 1 - Part 2

This is still not proofread! Criticism is welcome, and I do take requests for this fic :)

Your front door opens, the creaking of the hinges resonating through your house. The sounds of a person taking their shoes off can be heard from upstairs. You peek over the railing of the first floor, only to spot Marius. He has his bag slung over his shoulder, and a tool case and a big black unmarked case on the floor.

He lets his bag fall to the floor, and with everything else he's brought, you realise he's come here to work. He sighs and looks around the kitchen, before picking his things back up and heading to his office, a spare room you had let him set up shop in since he was over so often.

He closes the door behind him, without even saying hello to you. Your curiosity is piqued as you slowly go down the stairs and through the kitchen to get to his office. You sneak your way to his door, not wanting to alert him to your presence, and carefully lean your ear up against it.

You can hear him unpacking his work, the metal of his tools clanging on the wooden desk and the small, ambient music coming from his bluetooth speaker. He sighs as he starts to work, or you assume so as you can hear the soft sounds of him putting his screwdriver down to pick up something else, something that sounds heavier. You've always loved watching him work. It's one of the things in life you find calming.

You wonder if he'll mind. He didn't say "hi" like he usually does, and that worries you. You push those thoughts away and head to the kitchen to make him some coffee, assuming he's tired. The coffee machine starts with a soothing hum, and you take out a mug for him.

The machine fills the cup with coffee, and you add cream and sugar to his liking. You pick up the cup and carefully head back to his office, making sure not to spill anything. You open the door slowly, to find Marius completely engrossed in his work.

He doesn't notice you, keeping his head down and biting the end of his pen. He is focused as he leaves the pen in his mouth and adjusts a few screws on his project. He takes the pen out of his mouth and writes down a few notes, before sighing and stretching. He taps his pen on his desk twice before flipping his project around.

"Marius." You call out softly, approaching him from behind. He tenses up before immediately relaxing and turning to look at you. "Schatzi! I didn't know you were home." He fidgets with his pen, twirling it in his hand absentmindedly. He puts his hands on his thighs, discreetly wiping them before clearing his throat. "The house was so quiet so I wasn't sure..."

You hand him his coffee and he quickly takes it, avoiding touching your hands with his as he does so. "Yeah, I was just reading upstairs." You explained as you leaned forward on his desk. He leans back against his chair, putting some distance between the both of you. "Can I watch you work?" Your question makes him hesitate, and he looks behind him for a second before looking back at you.

"Uhm. Okay, just, don't get too much in my personal space, ja?" He jokes as he drops his pen on the floor. He sighs and slowly bends over to pick it up. As he goes to pick it up, he accidentally pushes it away from him and just looks at it for a solid few seconds. He bends over to pick it up, but you've already beaten him to it.

You swipe it from right under his nose and for a second, your face is so close to his he thinks you might put him out of his misery and kiss him. But you don't. Of course you don't. Instead, you back up after putting his pen back on his desk and smile at him. You turn away to drag a chair next to him so you can watch him work.

The silence is tense, at least to him, and the only thing filling the silence being the soft music playing in the background. He should not be blushing like that around you. He's pushing 40 for fuck's sake. Why is his body reacting to you like he's in high school again? His heart is beating hard when he feels you lean in close to him to see his work better and he hates it.

He decides to act like you're not there, like your presence doesn't bother him. Like every time you smile at him or touch him it doesn't make him a little more scared of dying on the job. It's beyond frustrating for you to always be so god damned close to him, for it to not affect you like it affects him.

He's so focused on ignoring you, he doesn't realize he hasn't been working for five minutes. You don't know why he's just frozen in place like this, his screwdriver just hovering over his personal project, even though he doesn't even need to screw anything in. "Marius." You call out softly, trying to keep yourself from chuckling at just how distracted he is. He nearly jumps out of his skin as his grip tightens on the screwdriver and he seems to notice he hasn't been working.

"Ja?" He doesn't look back at you, and you think he's just trying to focus up, not noticing the fact that his cheeks are bright red. "Explain what you're doing right now. I'm confused." Oh God. You're smiling when you ask that, and you don't realize he can hear it even though he's not looking at you. "Oh, ja, I can do that." He takes a deep breath and finally starts explaining. His words are a bit rushed, not the usual calm, passionate cadence you're used to.

"Essentially, I'm trying to lessen the resistance so it takes a minimal amount of power to work. I'm worried I might have wired the circuit wrong though." He explains as he puts his screwdriver down with the rest of his tools and starts looking at the different wires on the circuit board. "So, see, here the power should be of 110 watts but it doesn't seem to output enough to turn on my test bulb."

The more he explains, the more you can see his shoulders relax and hear his cadence slow. You admire him really, the expertise with which he navigates around his circuit, the confidence he has working with such complicated objects. His passion for his work is palpable, and he gets so into his work he's not realising you've slowly been getting closer and closer to him to get a better angle on what he's been doing.

His hands work expertly with the small wires as he explains everything to you. He talks a little fast, making it tough for you to understand everything he says but you enjoy listening to him regardless. He always waits for you to confirm you've heard what he said before he continues. You miss small cues. Like how his grip seems to tighten on the tool he's using every time he feels your breath on the back of his neck. How every time he notices your closeness, he trips over his words.

You watch him attentively, absorbing whatever information you can understand. He starts to trail off, focusing more on the equations he's trying to solve. He taps his pen on his desk as he thinks, and you try to solve it in your head to see if you can help him.

"Liebe." He calls out suddenly as he looks at you. He's still tapping his pen on the desk absentmindedly as you hum in response. "Hm?" You tilt your head slightly to actually look at him. He looks away for a second, before you hear him sigh and he looks back at you. "You wanna go to the museum later this week? There's a, uhm, cool exhibit they've just added on planets, you might like it."

You don't answer as you try to think of when you're free, but your lack of answer seems to make him follow up on his question quickly. "You know, just uhm, you and me.." His voice trails off awkwardly. It's nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to do things one on one. He's your best friend after all. You pull your phone out to check your calendar. "Friday?" You ask him curiously.

His face lights up immediately. "Ja, ja, I can pick you up too." He seems almost too eager that you have accepted his offer. You're not sure why, but you're happy he's not so tense anymore. You miss how his pen tapping on the desk has gotten quicker, how he now seems to have a smile plastered on his face, the way he completely relaxes now that you've said yes.

Your phone rings, breaking the moment. "I have to take this." You grimaced at the sight of your boss calling you. "Of course of course." Marius replies, and you finally notice how brightly he's smiling. You leave his office, answering your phone, and he closes his office door after you exit. You've just missed how he celebrated quietly in his office, and how he nearly knocked his project off his desk because of his celebration.

His happiness is contagious, you think. You yourself feel giddy and you're not sure why. You briefly look back at his office door as you talk to your boss, before focusing back on the heated conversation over the phone, still completely unaware of how he'd travel to the ends of the universe if it meant he could just be with you.

Sorry for a slightly shorter chapter! I'm really busy with college so I haven't had as much time which is why I took so long (also had writer's block haha) I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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nayziiz · 3 days

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Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

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Chapter 5

Lola wheeled her bike out of the garage and into the driveway, and Carlos followed behind her, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and excitement. He watched as she effortlessly manoeuvred the bike, her confidence evident in every motion.

As they reached the driveway, Lola came to a stop and turned to face Carlos, a serious expression on her face. She reached for a helmet from a nearby shelf and handed it to him, her tone firm as she began to speak.

“Firstly, safety is everything.” She started, her voice carrying a sense of authority born from years of experience. “You have to wear protective gear at all times, because you never know what could happen around the next corner.”

Lola's words hung in the air, a reminder of the risks that came with riding a motorcycle. Carlos nodded in understanding, his expression serious as he listened intently to her instructions.

“That includes a proper leather jacket, gloves, and a helmet.” She continued, her gaze unwavering as she met Carlos's eyes. "Usually leather pants, but the chinos will do for tonight."

Carlos nodded again, a sense of determination settling over him as he took in Lola's words. He understood the importance of safety, and he was grateful for Lola's guidance as they prepared for their ride.

“You'll be what the biker community calls a 'backpack.’” Lola continued, her tone matter-of-fact as she explained. “You're my backpack on the bike because of the position you sit and how you have to hang onto me.”

Carlos nodded, taking in her words as he absorbed the information. He understood the concept; he would be riding pillion, holding onto Lola as she piloted the motorcycle. It was a position of trust and intimacy, and he was eager to experience it firsthand.

As Lola took a step towards the bike, Carlos followed closely behind, his anticipation growing with each passing moment.

“The rider always gets on first.” Lola stated firmly as she swung her leg over the bike and settled into the rider's seat. “Then you climb on using the pegs at the back.”

Carlos listened to her instructions, his heart pounding with nervous excitement as he watched Lola demonstrate. He took note of the foot pegs she pointed out, his hands gripping the helmet he held tightly.

With hesitant steps, Carlos approached the bike, his movements cautious as he reached for the foot pegs at the back. He hesitantly and nervously climbed onto the bike, his muscles tense with anticipation as he settled into the seat behind Lola.

Instinctively, Carlos rested his hands on Lola's waist, his touch light yet reassuring. He could feel the warmth of her body beneath his fingertips, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of connection.

“When we get going, you rest your hands on the tank when I'm braking.” Lola instructed, her voice steady and confident as she took Carlos's hands and guided them to the gas tank between her legs. “And when I squeeze your thigh, that means I'm going to start speeding up. Then you just hold on tight.”

Carlos felt Lola's hands on top of his own, her touch gentle yet firm as she continued to explain. He listened intently, his nerves beginning to ease as he absorbed her instructions.

“When I lean into corners or turns, you lean with me, kind of mimicking my movements; otherwise, we will fall over. When I come to a stop, don't lean against me; try to keep yourself in place, otherwise, I'm going to get squashed against the tank, and our helmets will more than likely bang together.” Lola concluded, her voice steady and authoritative. “Any questions?”

“How fast are we going to go?” Carlos wondered, his voice betraying a hint of apprehension.

“I won't go faster than 100 kilometres per hour. I'll take it slow.” Lola assured him, her tone calm and reassuring.

Carlos nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he listened to Lola's words. He trusted her judgement implicitly, knowing that she would prioritise their safety above all else.

“Okay, that sounds good.” He replied, his voice steady as he met Lola's gaze. “I trust you.”

With a smile, Lola returned his nod, her confidence unwavering as she prepared to lead them on their ride.

A few moments later, the bike rolled down the driveway and out onto the street, its engine purring with anticipation. Carlos took a deep breath, his heart pounding with excitement as they embarked on their journey together.

Lola led Carlos through winding roads bordered by towering trees, their branches reaching out to brush against the night sky. The air was cool against their skin as they sped along, the rumble of the engine beneath them filling the night with a sense of excitement.

As they rode, Lola guided them through a series of twists and turns, each one more exhilarating than the last. They leaned into corners together, their bodies moving in sync as they navigated the road with precision and skill.

With each passing moment, Carlos felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him, his senses heightened by the thrill of the ride. The rush of the wind against his face, the roar of the engine in his ears—it was a feeling unlike any other, a sense of freedom and exhilaration that filled him with a sense of joy and excitement.

As they continued on their journey, Lola led them to a secluded lookout point high above the city. They parked the bike and dismounted, the cool night air wrapping around them like a blanket as they took in the breathtaking view below.

Carlos's heart was racing as he stood on the edge of the lookout, his breath coming in short bursts as he gazed out at the twinkling lights of the city below. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a feeling of being alive and free in the vastness of the night.

Lola removed her helmet, shaking out her hair as Carlos followed suit, his movements slightly shaky with residual adrenaline. He couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration as he took in their surroundings, his wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying the intensity of the experience.

Lola chuckled at his reaction, her laughter echoing in the night air as she watched him with amusement.

“Was that too fast?” She asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Carlos shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his face as he met her gaze.

“Not at all.” He assured her, his voice filled with genuine excitement. “That was... wow. I don't have words.”

Lola smiled at his response, a sense of pride evident in her eyes as she looked at him.

“You didn't do too bad.” she informed him, her tone teasing yet genuine. “For a first-timer, that was pretty impressive.”

Even though Carlos was accustomed to the adrenaline-fueled world of high speeds and technical driving in Formula 1, the experience of riding on the back of Lola's motorcycle was an entirely different thrill. There was a rawness to it, a sense of vulnerability that heightened his senses and quickened his pulse in a way that he had never experienced before.

Carlos felt an exhilaration unlike any he had felt on the racetrack. There was no protective barrier between him and the rush of the world around him, no safety net to catch him if things went wrong. It was just him, Lola, and the open road stretching out before them. Carlos understood why Lola enjoyed the ride so much. There was something undeniably addictive about the feeling of freedom that came with riding a motorcycle, the sense of liberation that came from leaving the cares of the world behind and embracing the thrill of the unknown.

If anyone had known what he had been up to, Carlos would have found himself in a heap of trouble. Racing on the back of Lola's motorcycle through the winding roads under the cover of darkness was a far cry from the controlled environment of the Formula 1 track. It was a risk he had taken, one fueled by a desire for adventure and a longing to break free from the constraints of his carefully curated public image.

As a professional athlete, Carlos was well aware of the scrutiny that followed his every move. His actions were constantly under the microscope, his reputation carefully managed by a team of publicists and agents. Any deviation from the expected behaviour could result in damaging headlines and consequences that extended far beyond the racetrack.

But in that moment, as he clung to Lola's waist and felt the rush of the wind against his face, Carlos couldn't bring himself to care about the potential repercussions. There was something liberating about throwing caution to the wind and embracing the unknown, something exhilarating about experiencing life in its purest form.

“Maybe on the way back, you can go just a tad faster.” Carlos implored, his voice filled with a hint of excitement as they stood together, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the cityscape below. Lola turned to him with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” She teased, a hint of challenge in her voice. Carlos chuckled, the thrill of their earlier ride still coursing through his veins.

“I think I can manage.” He replied, his tone confident as he met her gaze.

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