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ariesahsoka · 1 year

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Get Out Of My Head

Pair: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

Summary: you told yourself that the drivers were off limits… but god you just can’t get him out of your head

Warning: sexual tension & carlos’s hair

It was a miracle.

A miracle that you landed your dream job to work alongside the Ferrari Formula One team. Growing up, you watched every single race and fell in love with the sport more and more each Sunday. Never did you think you’d be watching them from the team’s garage and not your own garage at home where your dad had a television.

It’s been a little over a year that you’ve been working closely with the one and only, Carlos Sainz, as his PR manager. The two of you have always gotten along, becoming close friends. But it wasn’t until recently however, where you were starting to go against your own promise.

“Drivers are off limits.”

You mentally face palm yourself whenever you think about how naive you were coming into this.

Working closely with Carlos involved all of the “girlfriend” duties of taking care of him and planning his day, blah blah blah BUT excluding the rewards.

How is that you had to stand next to him during the post interviews after he just finished an insane race?

That instance being tonight.

There you were, standing off to the side after briefing him on his upcoming interviews.

“How did you feel in the car tonight?” One of the interviewers asked, holding the microphone slightly closer to Carlos after his question.

“Well…”

He finished his sentence, don’t think he didn’t. But you weren’t listening. You weren’t even physically at the track anymore.

Carlos leans slightly in front of the interviewer, one hand running through his sweaty brown hair while the other grips the metal railing.

God that hair.

What you would give to run your own hand through it, imagining him closing his eyes slowly as you do.

His race suit is tied lazily around his waist and while he speaks, you notice the occasional nervous lip bite, pulling at the skin.

Sweat starts dripping down the side of his face as he quickly wipes it away with his large hand.

“Thank you Carlos, great race.” The interviewer speaks, snapping you out of your inappropriate thoughts.

“Ready?” Carlos turns to you with a small smile. It’s become apparent at how close he’s standing next to you, slightly looking down because of the height difference. His dark brown eyes pulling you in more.

“Of course.” Your words sounded so quiet, so far away, you weren’t even sure if he heard you.

“C’mon.” He motions to the side with his head, his hair loosely waving along. He begins walking towards, which you assume would be his driver room, with you by his side.

Walking with him around the paddock is always an experience, knowing that all the stares you’re getting is surely because of the Ferrari driver next to you. The occasional glance made at you, however, everyone knows you’re his PR manager, no surprise there. You wonder though, what if you weren’t? What if the occasional glances were because people weren’t sure who you were to Carlos? Or better yet, they knew that you’re more than what you are now.

“You alright, y/n?” Carlos’s voice rings out, once again snapping you out of your daydream.

I really need to get it together.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You avoid eye contact as you feel his gaze on you.

“You just seem a little out of it tonight.” He replies.

You don’t know why you decided to look at him once you arrived at his driver room, both of you walking in slowly. But by the way he was already observing you when you did, you wanted so badly to blame those big brown eyes.

You flashed him a smile, reassuring him that everything was ok and you were definitely not daydreaming about him the past hour and a half. His facial features relaxed, returning the smile.

“Well, I-I’ll see you tomorrow at the team meeting?” You’re body feels as if you just got hit by a car when you hear yourself starting to stutter a little bit.

Seriously?? You’re stuttering?? Pull it together!

A small chuckle passes his lips, but you’re going to take it as a exaggerated sigh because the thought of him laughing at you makes your stomach churn.

“You’re not going to the dinner tonight?” He asks.

Shit. You totally forgot about the dinner tonight. It wasn’t anything formal, just a little get together with some of the drivers and team members. You weren’t planning on going anyway, but the look on Carlos’s face made you second guess yourself.

“Do you want me to go?” You don’t know what came over you to say that. Why does it matter? What if he says no? He could literally care less, you’re his PR for gods sake.

“Do you want me to say yes?” His reply catches you off guard and suddenly the air around you two was as thick as mud. He crosses his arms against his chest.

You don’t know how long you’ve been managing to keep eye contact with him, but you were starting to feel the affects.

It was like his stare was melting you on the spot.

“Let me ask you again.” He takes a small step closer to you, your body freezes when your back hits the door. “Do you want me to say yes?”

What do I want? Say it!!!!

“Yes.” You breathe out, barely a whisper.

“What?” He tilts his chin up a little bit, peering at you through his long eyelashes. “Didn’t quite hear you, mi amor.”

Fuck. The nickname alone had you’re head spinning and your legs wobbling. Never in your wildest dreams, well maybe in the ones you were having moments ago, would you find yourself actually in this position, hearing those kinds of words directed towards you.

“Yes.” You repeat yourself with a little more confidence.

He gently lifts his hand and puts your chin between his thumb and index finger.

Just with the small contact of his hand on your skin makes your eyes flutter. You can’t help it, and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Look at you.” His voice low, a smug smile on his face. “I knew you had a crush on me, but, fuck, seeing you like this is so addicting.”

Addicting.

You could feel his small grip on your chin tighten when your thoughts start swarming.

Could you tell him that he’s all you ever think about? That it’s more than you even dare to admit? That even the small contact in this moment is something you’ve imagined when you’re alone?

“Get out of my head.” You reply, all your questions and thoughts jumbled together finally pushing you to speak out.

He raises an eyebrow, obviously taken back by your response. But as you look into his eyes again, you can no longer see those sweet brown eyes. No, you see the lustful black formed by his dilated pupils.

You wanted so badly to put your hands on him. To feel his chest and shoulders through his tight fireproof shirt. To somehow have some sort of control in this situation where you’re absolutely helpless.

“You’re the one who let me in.” He replies, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it.

He was right. You let him in, you let him invade your thoughts. It was you who admired the little things he does. It was you who decided to keep working with him, despite the circumstances. It was you who thought about him when you were alone in your hotel room at night.

“Go get ready.” He releases his hand and opens the door behind you.

You stand there speechless, unable to process what’s happening without wanting to combust into flames.

“See you tonight, cariño.”

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omg hey hi this is my first one shot thingy whatever on tumblr LOL hope you guys like it!!

not planning on turning this into a series BUT if people enjoy it more than i think they would then MAYBE i will :’)

#formula one #carlos sainz #f1 #formula 1 #one shot #imagine #fanfic #story #smut #work romance

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thebunnednun · 2 months

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Capturing Hearts Iñaki Godoy x Reader

Chapter 3: A Dinner Invitation [Part 1]

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The atmosphere on the set of One Piece was charged with excitement as the premiere of the second season drew closer. With the buzz surrounding the show reaching new heights, the cast and crew were busier than ever, preparing for a series of interviews and promotional events.

As the official Instagram photographer for the production, you found yourself juggling multiple tasks at once, from snapping behind-the-scenes shots to coordinating with the cast and crew for promotional events. And as the day of the first round of interviews approached, you knew that you had your work cut out for you.

One morning, as you reviewed the schedule for the day, a sense of nervousness crept over you. The cast would be facing their second round of interviews, and it was up to you to make sure that they were prepared.

As you made your way to the dressing rooms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. The cast members were talented actors, but many of them were new to the world of interviews and publicity, and you knew that they would need your help to navigate the process.

"Good morning, everyone," you greeted with a smile as you entered the dressing room. "I hope you're all ready for the interviews today."

The cast members looked up from their scripts, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"We're as ready as we'll ever be," one of them replied, a hint of uncertainty in their voice.

You nodded, understanding their apprehension.

"Don't worry, I'll be there to help you every step of the way," you reassured them, your voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourselves and remember to have fun."

With that, you set to work, helping the cast members prepare for their interviews by running through potential questions and coaching them on how to present themselves in front of the cameras. And as the time for the interviews drew nearer, you could feel the tension in the air, the cast members growing more and more nervous with each passing moment.

But just as the first interview was about to begin, Iñaki Godoy, the charismatic lead actor of the show, stepped into the dressing room with a smile.

"Hey there, everyone," he greeted warmly. "I just wanted to wish you all good luck for the interviews today. You're going to do great."

The cast members looked up in glee, their nervousness melting away in the presence of their esteemed co-star.

"Thanks, Iñaki," one of them replied, a cheeky smile spreading across their face. "That means a lot coming from you."

Iñaki nodded, his gaze lingering on each of them in turn.

You began to take your place behind the cameras. The crew were able to get through the interviews and mini games created to show off their fondness for the series.

But, you'd be lying if you say you didn't have a favorite.

Anyway, the lovely cast changed outfits to something more of a dinner casual look. Emily wore a sparkly black and pink accented dress that you HAD to get a picture of. The lovely girl gladly posed for you and you couldn't help but admire her playful air. Jacob was beginning to grow on you as well. (You even got him to recreate his little dancey dance for your personal gallery.) Mackenyu was quiet but willing as you snapped two photos of him in his ironic green and black polo/dress pant combo. Taz, being his usual friendly self, even requested a selfie with you!

Passing your camera to the taller male you secured your black mask over your face before offering a peace sign. Taz, on the other hand, decided to stick out his tongue and make some silly faces to provoke your giggles before passing the camera back. Soon the others joined in and even pulled Mackenyu into the mix.

There was just one person missing though.

Iñaki had just finished changing before he photobomed the sweet selfies in the background. He popped into a deep squat that looked as though he has shit himself while in deep though. This would later prove to be a very popular sequence on the Instagram account and elsewhere on the internet. After the giggles has died down, you decided to pack it up for the day. Donning a mid length puffer coat you felt a hand softly tugging your sleeve.

"(Y/n), would you come to dinner with us?" Iñaki suggested, his chestnut eyes wide and pleading. "It'll be a great way to celebrate and unwind."

The cast members exchanged excited glances. They all seemed very friendly and inviting, but, you were unsure of how to respond to the unexpected invitation.

"We'd love for you to join us," Emily replied, her voice filled with certainty. You quickly searched her face to find honesty. Jacob nodded behind his shades and Taz offered you a rather sweet smile that reached his eyes.

You shifted onto your other foot, "OH, thank you. But I wouldn't want to impose," you tried to gently decline. Mackenyu, usually the quietness spoke up, "Don't be silly and it would be nice to have another chill person at dinner," he slipped Iñaki a teasing glare before returning to his phone.

Iñaki smiled, his charm and charisma putting something inside you at ease. You unknowingly began to smile back at him nodding.

"Great, it's settled then," he said, clapping his hands together. "Now let's go EAT! I'm starving."

And with that, the cast members set off for their dinner reservation, your nerves replaced with a newfound sense of confidence and determination. And as you faced the budding evening with grace and poise, you couldn't help but feel a swell of relief in your chest.

Iñaki was a real gentleman, offering you the seat next to him in Taz's jeep. The ride was filled with singing and silly inside jokes. And as you looked forward to the dinner ahead, you knew that they were not just colleagues, but a family, bound together by their shared love for One Piece and each other. You felt something slide into your hands and glancing down you saw a phone with a new contact screen opened.

Looking up, you saw Iñaki gazing back at you with those same warm eyes and big smile. You offered a small smile back and as you pushed the buttons to fill out your contact info you couldn't help but feel your ears and neck getting warmer.

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reidsmouthbabys48 · 8 months

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Would you guys like a Spencer Reid story based off of this song?

#friends to lovers #forbidden romance #spencer reid x reader #taylor swift #bau!reader #work romance #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #fluff #girl dad Spencer Reid #divorced Spencer #Spotify

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improbable-outset · 10 months

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★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦/𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩

Reminder that my blog is 18+ please have an age in your bio before following <3

˃ ❝Did you see him in that suit today?!❞

˃ ❝They asked me to go out for a coffee! I’m freaking out!❞

˃ ❝Wait, your cheeks turned red when I mentioned their name,❞

˃ ❝Oh my God, the guy from the finance department? You have the hots for him?❞

˃ ❝Um, that dress looks good on you by the way,❞

˃ ❝She’s a hard worker here and a real sweetheart I think she’s perfect for you.❞

˃ ❝Weird how our supervisors always put us together when it comes to a project.❞ / ❝…Yeah, very odd.❞

˃ ❝Are we that obvious?❞ / ❝Our manager even ships us together so yeah I think we’re pretty obvious.❞

˃ ❝You remembered my favourite coffee?❞ / ❝Of course I did!❞

˃ ❝So… I heard you were put on a project with [crush’s name]. How’s that coming along?❞

#gonna take a break from posting prompts and actually write now #it’s been months I need to get back in my gear #work romance #romance tropes #romance at work #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing #prompt list #story prompts #dialogue inspiration #fluff dialogue prompts #writing dialogue #romance prompts #★— ayrus writes

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lexxwithbooks · 9 months

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📖: 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 🏠🦺💘

✍🏽: 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐄. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬

Get the book! 🌟

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anotherhumansthings · 7 months

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The older I get, the more you understand how unhealthy certain dynamics are, even when you hold them in the back of your mind

#cristina yang #preston burke #Dr yang #Dr Burke #Burke and yang #greys anatomy #sandra oh #isaiah washington #toxic relationship #work romance #shonda rhimes #shondaland #Shonda rhimes owes us an apology

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flickpulse · 6 months

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When Luke got down on his knees to his boss and said the company was his religion.

Flickpulse: Each week, we handpick the best movies that will help you kick stress to the curb and fill you with inspiration and motivation.

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albanym33 · 5 months

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#angry boss #gorgeous #sexy #leather skirt #silk blouse #work romance

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babbles-and-drabbles · 3 months

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24. “I’ll sleep under the sheets, you sleep on top of them.”

“I will sleep under the sheets. You sleep on top of them.”

"What?"

"Exactly what I just said." She replies primly, smoothing the front of her jacket with both hands. Gesturing towards the bed, she repeats, "I will sleep under the sheets, and you sleep on top of them." She gives him a stiff nod, tugging at the hem of her jacket, as if to say this is the only conclusion that could be drawn about their current situation.

The knit of his eyebrows and the tightly pressed line of his mouth say he disagrees, vigorously.

"You will sleep in the bed," he replies as flatly as he could and begins to shrug out of his suit jacket. "I will sleep on the floor."

"That is not an acceptable arrangement."

He walks across the room to hang his jacket on the back of a chair. Drawing in a long breath, he turns back to her and asks, "And why might it not be an acceptable arrangement?"

"I thought this through," she replies earnestly, ignoring his expression of dubious curiosity and the drawling sarcasm with which he uttered the last few syllables of his question.

"Doubtlessly," he remarks, starting to loosen the knot of his tie.

"This room has only one bed," she begins, "and there are two of us."

Starting with first principles, it seems. He fights the urge to hurl scathing bits of sarcasm at her. Instead, he drapes his tie over his jacket and distracts himself with unbuttoning and rolling up his cuffs, letting her go on.

"The obvious answer would be to have one person sleep on the floor and the other on the bed. But . . . "

What is truly an unacceptable arrangement, he laments, is being stuck with her of all people, in this hotel room of all places, having this conversation (or whatever this is) of all things. Had she not decided to grill that poor scribe over those errors--starting after the sun had already set no less!--they would have wrapped up the onsite work with ample time to catch their train. He could have been home by now, asleep in his own bed.

"…and no one should have to asleep on a cold wooden floor, unless absolutely necessary. And in this case, it is not at all necessary, because we can simply sleep together."

He looks up at her immediately at those last words.

Face glowing red and eyes pointedly fixed on the two deflated pillows on the bed, she tries to clarify, "Sleep at the same time, in this bed, but separately, separated by the sheets." She clears her throat and crosses her arms across her chest, tapping her right index finger against her left elbow. "Of course."

"There are easier ways, you know," he quips, throwing one arm over the back of the chair.

She casts a sidelong glance at him. His grey eyes twinkling, baiting her to ask the obvious. It is her turn to sigh. With a roll of her eyes, she asks, "Easier ways for what?"

"To sleep with me," comes the reply.

Her blush spreads up to her ears, and she is seized by a sudden and nearly irrepressible urge to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face. She would never admit to anyone, and could barely admit to herself, that she had watched the way his fingers undid his tie with undue interest, that she lingered a little too long on his forearms as he rolled up his cuffs, and that for the briefest of moments she had wondered how his hands would feel on her bare skin.

"I didn't know you were interested in me that way. But all you had to do was ask, really." He spreads his upturned palms in front of him in a half-shrug.

"Look, I was just trying to be--"

"Seductive?" He interjects, arching an eyebrow at her. From the way her body quite literally scrunches up at that last jab, shoulders drawing up and into towards her ears and knuckles of both hands pale white on her elbows, he gets the sense that he might have ventured a little too far.

"Considerate," she snaps, "I was trying to be considerate. But it was obviously a mistake to think that you were deserving of any consideration. So, sleep on the floor for all I care." She turns away from him with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh no," he slaps his knees with both hands before getting up from the chair and striding over to the bed, "I think you've convinced me. I would much rather sleep in the bed than the cold wood floor. Above the sheets, of course."

She whirls on him with a scowl, lips ajar like an open door that, on second thought, she slams shut with a huff. "Fine," she relents, "do whatever you want."

And so, they spend the night sleeping at the same, in the same bed, but separately. Of course.

#writing prompts #writing challenge #flash fiction #drabble #work romance #one bed trope #writeblr

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bookswithdora · 2 years

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My little knights, love with all your heart and show kindness in all your actions.

The Fine Print, Lauren Asher

#the fine print #rowan and zahra #armenia #dreamland #work romance #galahad #dreamland billionaires #book quotes #book review #books i like

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 1 month

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not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

#who needs romance when i can watch two narrative foils painfully tolerate each other's existence #bonus points if they are forced to Work Together To Solve A Problem #and they end up working surprisingly well together!#they make a surprisingly effective team!#they even confide some backstory with each other & bond a bit & understand each other better #and when it's all over they shake hands & amicably agree that they still cannot fucking stand each other #'this was an interesting sidequest & I'm glad we got to experience it.#but all things considered i genuinely never want to see your face again'#Enemies to Chained-Up-In-An-Abandoned-Bathroom-Together #to Enemies #two stray cats forced to share a cat carrier for a trip to the vet

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gleafer · 5 months

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After all that Angst, I need a “Kiss and make better” moment.

SMOOCH

#illustrator #illustration #digital artist #crowley #good omens #good omens art #artist on tumblr #good omens aziraphale #aziraphale #good omens crowley #the kiss #kiss and makeup #romance #gleafer art #gleafer #i should be working

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thebunnednun · 2 months

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Capturing Hearts Iñaki Godoy x Reader

Netflixs has announced the second season for the beloved serious. You were lucky enough to be called back to work. Your passion for capturing moments had earned you a place among the cast and crew.

Chapter 2: A New Opportunity

As you moved through the set, camera in hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how far you had come. From snapping candid shots of the cast during filming to capturing behind-the-scenes moments that brought the production to life, you had become an integral part of the team.

Behind the scenes of course.

One day, as you were reviewing the photos you had taken, the marketing director approached you with a curious glint in their eye.

"Hey there," they greeted with a smile. "I've been going through your work, and I must say, I'm impressed."

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, grateful for the opportunity to showcase your skills to someone as influential as the director.

"I'm glad you like them," you replied, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

They nodded, expression thoughtful as he studied the photos on your camera.

"I have an idea," they said, tone filled with anticipation. "With the second season of One Piece just around the corner, we need to start promoting it on social media. And I think you're just the person for the job."

You felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of being given such an important task, your mind racing with possibilities.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, eager to hear more.

The director smiled, eyes twinkling with excitement.

"I want you to become our official Instagram photographer," they explained. "Your job will be to take personal photos of the cast and crew, as well as behind-the-scenes shots of the production, and post them on our official One Piece Instagram account to drum up excitement for the new season."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing - this was the opportunity of a lifetime.

"I would be honored," you replied, your voice filled with gratitude. "I won't let you down."

And with that, you set to work, snapping photos of the cast and crew as they went about their daily routines. From candid shots of the actors in costume to behind-the-scenes glimpses of the set design and special effects, you captured every moment with precision and skill.

As the days turned into weeks, your Instagram feed became a visual feast for fans of the show, drawing in thousands of new followers with each post. And as the premiere of the second season drew closer, the excitement surrounding the show reached fever pitch, thanks in no small part to your efforts.

But amidst the chaos and excitement, there was one person whose opinion mattered most to you - Iñaki Godoy, the talented actor whose charisma and charm had captured your heart from the moment you met.

One day, as you were reviewing the latest batch of photos, Iñaki approached you with a smile.

"Hey there, Instagram superstar," you teased. His eyes twinkling with mischief, "You're doing a fantastic job."

You felt a surge of pride at his words, grateful for his encouragement and support.

"Thanks, Iñaki," you replied, unable to hide the smile on your face. "It means a lot coming from you."

And just like that you were back in professional mode, snapping photos and sharing moments that brought the production to life, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future.

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krisx10-reads · 7 months

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I wasn't expecting to like this as much as I did.

It's hilarious, sweet, and spicy. Also has some mystery and suspense to it.

I might have to track down the rest of the series, I'm not sure.

#tawna fenske #killer instincts #assasins in love #work romance #i mean technically it IS a work romance #farm romance #fake dating #best friend's sister #assasin #my reading quest #book opinions #stuff your kindle day #book reccs #friends to lovers

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bisolaspice · 7 months

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DESTINED WITH YOU | EPISODE 1 REACTION | WHAT'S WITH THE RED HAND?

#youtube #destined with you #krdrama #rowoon #netflixkdrama #rowoownkdrama #work romance #romcom #k drama

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audisive · 15 days

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♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

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