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meazalykov · 2 months

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Teammates, or lovers?

emily fox x uswntplayer!R

summary: after moving to Europe, the rumors surrounding you and your girlfriend died down. what if they come back during the gold cup?

warnings: none

Emily Fox and Y/n L/n are in a year long relationship together. The 25 and 23 year old first met when they both played for North Carolina Courage in 2023. Since then, Emily moved to London and Y/n L/n moved to Lyon to continue their football careers. So, their relationship turned into a long distance relationship.

The two lovers were sad about it, and the first two months were pretty hard to adjust to. However, they both moved to the same continent so it was easier to see each other during small breaks in their careers. Y/n made the effort to visit London to see Emily, even if it's only a day trip. Emily made the same efforts as well, coming to Lyon to watch Y/n play with their USWNT teammate Lindsey Horan whenever it's possible.

You remembered the night in North Carolina when you cried to Emily about your career. For a while, you lost your passion and struggled to find a challenge in the sport. Everyone involved in the NWSL knew that you were one of the best left wingers out there. You moved to North Carolina from the Chicago Red Stars to see if the team was the problem, it wasn’t.

Emily understands your feelings completely. She cried with you as well since your feelings with the sport related with hers.

The next day, Y/n’s agent told her that Olympique Lyon wanted to offer her a contract. The girl’s jaw dropped at the news. Lyon is one of the most developed clubs in the world, in terms of women’s soccer. She knew Lindsey Horan, her friend and USWNT teammate, transferred there after a year long loan deal. Y/n accepted the offer, hoping that Lyon would give her the passion she wanted back.

“Emily, I have to tell you something.” Y/n sat down beside Emily as she held her hands. The brunette swallowed in nervousness, wondering if her girlfriend saw the rumors about her on instagram.

“I am transferring clubs–” Y/n confessed, before Emily had the chance to talk, the left winger cut her off.

“Not a NWSL club.. Um.. I signed a contract and I’m moving to Europe—-France specifically.” Y/n frowned. She looked at Emily and saw a look… of relief??

“Em what's the matter?” Y/n questioned Emily’s expression.

“Nothing n/n. I was going to tell you this soon but maybe I'll tell you now too– but I am moving to Europe as well. A club offered me a contract and I signed a few days ago.” Emily confessed.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, she knew Emily wanted to transfer clubs, but wondered which lucky club signed Emily.

“Where?” Y/n asked.

“England...well London to be exact.” Emily answered. Y/n smiled and the two girls embraced each other in a hug.

When Emily and Y/n played at Courage, many fans started to suspect that they’re a couple. Many WOSO fanpages shipped the duo due to their close proximity at events. The girls decided that they didn’t want to go public with their relationship until a few years in, since they’d be established enough to not let external factors affect them.

As the two girls moved to Europe, they found their love for the sport back. Y/n fits into Lyon perfectly, being the highest goalscorer in France and in the Women’s Champions League. Emily is considered to be one of the best defenders in England since her transfer. The “rumors” about their relationship died down completely, but some fans do miss the duo at Courage.

Now it's March 2024, the USWNT faces off Brazil in the 2024 CONCACAF Gold Cup final. Y/n L/n and Emily Fox were both on the roster for the tournament which excited the couple. The couple excited the fans too, as Emily and Y/n’s pictures together during training practices excited the fanbase.

At halftime, the score is up 1-0. Y/n’s Lyon teammate Lindsey Horan scores a header that gives the United States the lead. Emily started the match but Y/n didn’t, but the forward subbed on and replaced Trinity Rodman in the 61st minute.

In the 79th minute, Emily fox gained possession of the ball after an error caused by a Brazilian midfielder. She passes the ball to Sophia Smith, seeing the striker in a nice path free from the opposition.

Sophia Smith struggles with keeping control of the ball when she found contact with a Brazilian defender, so she looks forward seeing Y/n L/n onside and free to receive a pass.

Y/n L/n is known for her dribbling and perfect finishes when she shoots from outside the box. The crowd knew this, so the screams got louder as y/n moved the ball to her left. She looks up to see that the Brazilian defender in front of her didn’t move quick enough at her move, so she goes to take a shot.

The soccer ball goes up high in the air and curves, the Brazilian goalkeeper jumps up and the ball barely grazes her fingers before it lands in the net. Goal!

Y/n jumps in excitement before she runs to the corner of the pitch, the crowd erupts and y/n has her arms spread out in celebration.

USWNT 2-0.

The forward turned around and saw Lindsey Horan running to her, y/n jumped up on the blonde girl in excitement. The rest of the team on the pitch gathered around the girls as they’re guaranteed to win, unless Brazil had a miracle.

As the group disbanded from the celebration, y/n saw her girlfriend who smiled brightly. Not caring about the amount of photographers that could capture the moment and the crowd as witnesses, the forward hugs the defender in a tight embrace. Emily accepted it, naturally putting her head on y/n’s shoulder for a few seconds before letting go and tapping her on the lower back in praise.

Twenty minutes later, the game ended 2-0. The USWNT wins the first women’s CONCACAF Gold Cup. Y/n and Emily run and give each other a hug. Well, y/n jumped on Emily who held her as the two celebrated their win. This didn’t go unnoticed by fans and shippers.

The team knew about their relationship, so they gave the girl’s their own moment before the whole team celebrated. This is before going up to receive the trophy and gold medals.

Emily and Y/n stayed side by side the entire night. The idea of hiding their relationship wasn’t ideal to them anymore, now they wanted the world to know about their love.

(pretend this is you in all the pictures below)

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a month of hard work ended in victory 💙 forever proud snd grateful for being with this team.

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alexmorgan13 🇺🇸🔥🏆

___emilyfox I love you!! ❤️

wosofan OH MY GOD???

y/n_lyonfan I CANT BELIEVE MY EYES

100purcent gold cup champs!! so proud 🥹

sophsssmith 🤍

trinity_rodman I had such a fun time! 🏆

y/n.l/n same!!

an: my first uswnt centered fic! hope you enjoyed <3

#emily fox #arsenal fc #woso appreciation #woso x reader #uswnt x reader #trinity rodman #leah williamson

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apollosfavkiddo · 2 months

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i saw ur requests are open and i got excited 😵

would u be willing to write a jason grace x apollo!reader one shot? specifically one that’s kinda angsty but has a happy ending?? maybe the reader gets really hurt on a quest with Jason and he’s genuinely scared but she ends up being okay in the end? i’m not sure what other details but i’d love to see what you do with this (if you want!!!)

:0)

we’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

content: jason grace x apollo!reader

warning: bad BAD writing, angst but then it’s fluff, blood, almost dying experience, octavian’s still alive, cursing, post Blood of Olympus

a/n: hello! this is my first request and i wanted to post it before the other stuff i’m working on (especially cause i can’t finish any of the shit i’m working on). this is kind of fast paced but don’t blame me, it’s 12am in brazil right now so.. yea. also, i kinda diverted from the whole hurt in quest thing, i’m sorry! i didn’t have enough ideas for a whole quest. but i hope you enjoy! oh and this is placed after the first book of TOA

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Sure, a heartbreak did hurt. But have you been stabbed by Imperial Gold? Dude. Brotha.

Sure, it was a normal thing for you to argue with Octavian. Hell, it was. normal thing for everyone who’s sane to do. This scrawny boy was just… a piece of shit. Yeah. And the worst part? You’re related. He’s one of the “legacies”, whatever that is. That stupid roman dipshit.

And today was no different. You two were arguing about some trivial shit, as always, but things escalated quickly. Soon you two were sparring (how was a mystery, since you didn’t even know that thing knew how to hold a sword) and it was quite fun.

You see, you got to camp Half-Blood when you were just seven. Since then you’ve been trained all year, since you didn’t have any other family - besides the godly side of it, duh - and Octavian was… well, Octavian. You were much better than him.

The whole problem is that Octavian likes to play dirty. So eventually he makes you trip and fall and he leaves gashes around your arms and legs. But with imperial gold it was sort of painful.

Till one of those times came again, but this time he didn’t leave a gash or a scratch. He stabbed you right in your stomach.

“Oh, gods!” He said, with fake concern. “I’m so sorry, cousin! My bad. I should go looking for your boyfriend, right? But… i didn’t see nothing. Bye!” The blond said with a devilish grin and left.

You knew you needed help. You were applying pressure to the wound, trying to use your healing powers to at least slow down the bleeding.

You tried to get up to look for help, but it was almost impossible. Even with that, you had to. ‘Oh, come on,’ you thought, ‘i’ve faced Kronos, Gaea and Annabeth mad at me. I’m not gonna die for a stupid legacy.’

And that’s exactly what made you move your body towards the via principalis, where you knew someone was gonna help you.

When you got there, the first person you saw was - thanks the gods -, Reyna. When the praetor looked at you, her face was horrified.

“y/n? What-“ She began, but you cut her off.

“I-i’ll explain later. Just… medical cabin. Please.” You begged, your words barely above a whisper.

Reyna nodded and helped you lean on her for support, as she walked you towards the medical cabin. You didn’t know the name of the boy who was currently there, but he looked as horrified as Reyna.

“Oh gods. Oh, my gods.” The boy said and you smiled, trying to fight back the urge to pass out.

“Ha, thanks. I thought it was bad.” You half joked as Reyna and the unkown boy put you on a vacant stretcher. When you were laid down, you looked up at Reyna with pleading eyes. “Bring Jason here, please?”

“Of course. I’ll go find him. The brunette said and left the medical cabin.

“Ok. uh… care to tell what happened with you?” The boy asked and you turned your gaze back to him.

“Got stabbed by imperial gold. What’s your name?” She asked, but the look in the boy’s face didn’t seemed to register the question.

“My gods… i’ll do my best to help you.” He said and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring it to your mouth. “Ok, i need to-“

Before he could finish, a certain blonde boy barges past the doors, looking around the medical cabin, desperately trying to find you.

When his gaze fell into you, he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. His eyes were glossy behind his glasses and she knew he already wanted to cry.

“Y/n, what…? What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” He asked, and she tried to laugh, but the pain was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t even talk anymore, as the only thing that came out of your mouth was a whiny breath. “It’s okay, i’m here with you, hm? I won’t leave.”

He kissed your forehead and you squeezed his hand softly just before you felt a tear fall in your cheek. That was the last thing you heard or saw before passing out.

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Jason is desperate. He’s beyond worried about you.

He knows what imperial gold does to someone. Gods, he was stabbed by imperial gold before. And if she wasn’t treated in the right way… he didn’t even want to think about it.

But other than that, he needed to know who did this. He was going to kill this person with his bare hands.

It had been two days since you blacked out and you hadn’t woken up yet. He was starting to get even more worried, but he hadn’t left your side for one second. You couldn’t even go back to Camp Half-Blood (obvi), so your closest friends and family came to visit.

Will had cried his eyes out when he saw her there. Nico had to comfort him as his pupils leaked salty water. Lester/Apollo was back from his quest with Meg, and he also came to visit his daughter. The man was very… emotional, let’s say that.

But on the third day you were finally beginning to wake up. Of course, Jason was there.

“Hey, honey… you’re back, hm?” He asked, caressing you hair as you smiled, trying to reassure him. It still hurt as hell, but it could be worse. You could be dead.

“Hey…” She mumbled, her voice a little smudgy. “How long was it out?”

“A few days. But you’re back now, that’s what matters the most.” He said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. It was no tongue, just affection. He was showing you he was there for you.

“I feel fine. Like, not fine, but definitely better.” She said, as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, i imagined. But, baby, i need you to tell me something.” Jason said, still holding your hand softly.

You nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, and you felt him squeezing your hand tighter. His voice was also harsher, as if he was restraining himself from killing someone.

“It was… it was Octavian.” She said, in a whisper-like tone. His face hardened immediately as he got up and went to the boy that was standing at the door.

“I need you to call Reyna and Frank. Tell them it’s an emergency.” He said and the boy quickly left.

Jason rushed back to your side. “I swear i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” He muttered.

When you were about to answer, Reyna and Frank rushed past the door, both looking worried. Behind Frank, there were a few other people - Will, Nico, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Percy -, all looking worried.

“You’re alive!” Will shouted and rushed to your side, tears welling up his eyes again.

“What, you thought that a little stab was going to kill me? Please.” She scoffed and Will laughed.

“So, who did this?” Reyna asked, also going to your side and stroking your shoulder softly.

“The most stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch augur that we ever had.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Octavian did that? I knew he was annoying, but at this level?” Percy asked, his face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Mhm. We were sparring but… he likes to play dirty, i guess.”

“I’m gonna murder him.” Will groaned.

“Get in line.” Jason, Percy and Nico said at the same time.

You chuckled a bit, even if it hurt. Cause you knew, with that family right there, everything was gonna be fine.

a/n pt2: so… i like it but i don’t but i do. u get that? yea. i don’t know, i think i could do better, but i kinda liked it. I was going to make octavian’s trial and all but it would be too fucking long, so i gave up. that’s it for today, sorry that it took so long!

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n

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oscarpiasstri81 · 6 months

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Confessions ★ Max Verstappen

summary ~ max, who has always been scared to express his feelings, has a confession to make.

pairing ~ {max verstappen x female!reader}

content warnings ~ literally just fluff

a/n ~ I thought that i’ll try writing another fanfic without oscar, so my second husband max makes his debut

word count ~ 1.2k

There were a lot of moments where Max Verstappen thought he could be in love with his girlfriend, and one moment he knew.

After working through a triple header between Austin, Mexico and Brazil, Max wanted nothing more than to be at home cuddled up with his girlfriend and two cats. Him and y/n had been together for a short amount of time, only about two months, but the connection they shared was like no other. He felt like she could read his feelings and emotions from across a room blindfolded, and it was one of the many things he admired about her. That is exactly how she knew that after coming back to Monaco from Brazil, Max just needed to unwind a relax a little.

Getting to work with her planning, she spent the day, while he was distracted by the sim race, going from store to store. She purchased ingredients for dinner, snacks, drinks, desserts, candles, and even rented an old movie from Max’s childhood to watch on the big TV. Once she felt as if her task was completed, she made her way back to her small apartment. Her plan was to set up, and lure Max over by telling him that her car wouldn’t start.

After about an hour or two, her apartment was set up for date night, and dinner was cooked and ready to be served. She prepared herself in the mirror for her best acting skills, and called Max. Thankfully, he picked up after only two rings.

“Hey schat, what’s up?” Max said into the phone. She could still hear the clicking in the background of his sim setup, and felt only a little bad to be distracting him.

“Maxie, I don’t know what’s wrong with my car, but it just won’t start. I keep turning and turning the key, and it won’t give. Can you come over and help me, please?” Dragging out the ‘please’, hoping that it would make Max come over faster; since she didn’t want dinner to get cold.

“Yeah, I’ll be over as soon as I can,” She can hear the sound of him turning his monitors off, “Just please don’t try to start the car with the garage door closed again.” He says laughing at a previous time she had almost fumigated her apartment building.

“Haha, very funny,” She said sarcastically, “Now please hurry! I have to go to the store very soon.”

After only about 10 minutes, she could hear the familiar sound of Max’s Porsche 911 GT3 RS pull up on the side of the street outside the building. Making her way outside, she tries to keep the smile off of her face, although it’s a difficult task. He obviously asks to see the car, but she tricks him by saying she brought the keys back to her apartment while she was waiting. And so the two of them make their way up the stairs, hands intertwined.

The second she opens the door, Max knew she had tricked him. A strong scent of her mother’s enchiladas verdes de pollo recipe filled the small apartments air, and a smile rose to his face. As he took a step inside, he noticed the dining table set up with the food and candles. He turned to look at her, only to see eyes staring back at him with an excited smile covering her face.

“Okay! I know I lied, but you seemed so tense after the triple header, so I thought a little date night might help?” As she spoke, she sounded a little more unsure about her plan. Nervous, almost. The two of them hadn’t had a proper date in weeks.

“Oh schatje, it’s perfect. Thank you so much.” He pulled her into a soft kiss, and placed a hand on her back to lead her towards the dining table.

As the both of them ate, the conversation flowed smoothly, talking about work, the race, their families. She hadn’t been able to attend any of the three races due to conflicts with her work schedule, so the catching up was much needed. By the time they had both finished their dinner, the loud beep of the oven indicated that dessert was finished. Digging into the small cupcakes she had made, Max pulled her into a hug in the middle of the kitchen. They danced in silence for a few moments before she pulled away from him, leaving one last peck on his lips and grabbing his hand to drag him to her bedroom.

Inside of her bedroom was the real surprise. The bed was covered in soft, comfortable blankets and fluffy pillows. On the bedside tables were his favorite snacks and drinks, obviously chilled to the perfect temperature. The TV had already been set up and paused in the opening credits of Max’s favorite movie. She dimmed the lights slightly, and ran to burry herself in the covers. Seeing his girlfriend looking so cute piled under a dozen blankets was an enticing sight, so he joined her within a millisecond.

The movie had barely even started before Max got distracted by her perfect, plump lips, focusing on planting his on them instead. Although she had hoped to be able to watch the movie, she wasn’t about to complain about Max’s attention completely on her. He broke away from the kiss to look at her in the eye.

“Thank you so much for this, mijn liefje. I don’t know how you always know exactly what I need, but this is perfect.” He gazed into her eyes for a moment longer before pulling her into another soft kiss.

“All I want is for you to be happy and relaxed, Maxie. You being either of those things means the world to me.” She responded without missing a beat, the compassionate words melting his heart. Without thinking, he spoke four words he never thought he would say so soon.

“Ik houd van jou.”

“Max, you know I don’t speak Dutch.” She said with a giggle. It took him a moment to even realize what he had said, and another few seconds to gain the confidence to say it again, this time in English.

“I… I love you.”

Now it was her turn to freeze. She knew that she loved Max, she had since the moment he first kissed her, but she never expected him to say it first. Her brief moment of shock was sending a cold sweat up his spine. Before he had the chance to try and take it back, she responded.

“I love you too, Max. So, so, so much. I hope you’ll always remember that.” And with that, she pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss, the movie now long forgotten.

At this moment, he knew he loved her, and that he always would, for the rest of his days.

a/n ~ this one is very short, so i apologize for that. I don’t really know what to write anymore, and it is also finals weeks, so i am very tired. anyway, i hope you enjoy, despedida.

#max verstappen #formula 1 #f1 #relationship #fluff #happiness #cuteness #mv33 #mv1 #max verstappen x reader #x reader #fem reader #idk what tags to use #love ya <3

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sunlight-fics · 24 days

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Hiii can you do a fluff alphabet for Hozier ? It's okay if u don't, love youuuu

YES!! Absolutely and here you go!! I’m so sorry for making you wait so long for it, I got super busy with life. I hope you enjoy and I tried my best!🤍

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Fluff Alphabet

Hozier X reader

A = Acts of Kindness

* He would definitely bring home flowers after a long tour. Before leaving the house he would write little notes and leave them all over. If it’s been a long stressful day for you and you have no motivation he would cook dinner for you and it would could either the best dinner or the worst.

B = Boyfriend

* He really wasn’t sure if he would make a good partner, but damn he was the best. He’s the type to take it slow and just enjoy the little moments.

C = Cuddling

* THE CUDDLING KING, let’s rest your head on his chest and either rubs your back or runs his fingers through your hair.

D = determined

* Absolutely determined to do anything that makes you feel comfortable after a long day. It doesn’t matter what but he is determined!

E = encouragement

* “Darling I know it seems hard, but you’re a tough person. You’ve got this, and I believe in you no matter what!” Would hands down something he would say!!!

F = funny

* Making little jokes here and there after a stressful situation or even just making jokes about his past mistakes and just laughing with you about them.

G = gentle

* Let’s say you’ve got some trauma from a past relationship or something and you’ve moved on to Andrew. If you ever just so happened to have a trauma reaction or response from something he accidentally did or said, he would notice and instantly fix whatever was wrong. After it was all fixed he would be the most gentle person you’ve ever met. Gentle cuddles, kisses, hugs, ect.

H = hugs

* Bear hugs or the most gentle hugs. No questions asked. Just that.

I = ideal boyfriend

* Would and probably is the ideal partner.

J = journeys

* Spontaneous and random journey. Whether it be into the forest behind his house or “Hey I just bought us plane tickets to Brazil. Let’s get packed because we’ve gotta get to the airport soon.”

K = kindness

* the kindest person to everyone he’s ever met. But especially kind to you, no matter what he’s always been great about showing kindness.

L = love

* “My love” he would whisper gently to you in the late night hours while running his fingers through your hair and when the world was asleep, but he was still awake.

M = motivation

* What type of motivation? Well either Ted talks or random. It can be the most inspirational and motivating thing you’re ever hear or it could be motivational.

N = neat

* Is he a neat person? Great question. But probably on the weekends or when he’s not on tour he would probably take the time to clean.

O = Observational

* You would observe him as he goes through a normal day not on tour. See what he likes, what he doesn’t, and in between. He would do the same for you

P = protective

* A fairly protective partner, always watching out for you and you do the same for him. (NFWMB)

Q = quite

* After a long stressful and loud day it’s nice to come home to peace and calm settings. Specially when it’s just listening to the records and cuddling on the couch or just laying in bed with your head resting on his chest

R = respect

* Even if you both just started dating he would have already have so much respect for you. But the thing is, show respect to earn respect and in the end his respect for you grows and your respect for him also grows.

S = sleep

* Sleep is important for the both of you, especially after long weeks. Lazy weeks tend to happen a lot, just some so simple as laying cuddled up next to him or admiring him as he sleeps.

T = trust

* Trust builds a relationship, and you both trust each other so much. He trust you with a lot. For example, his house when he’s on tour, his dog (Elwood), his phone, and so many other things.

U = unique

* What type of unique interest does he have or any random unique facts or traits.

V = vulnerable

* It takes AWHILE for him to open up to you but once he finally opens up and becomes more vulnerable and comfortable with you, a lot of actions makes more sense. You feel like you can finally help him and help him see that he a wonderful person and deserves nothing but the best and nothing but love. Real love.

W = wisdom

* Both of you are equally wise and great at giving advice to each other. But sometimes the wisdom isn’t taken in the way that was intended so that leads to one of you feeling offended or upset. But because they’re such a strong relationship it’s easy to talk through it.

X = (couldn’t find a word😐👍)

Y = yearning

* The yearning for you when he’s away or even when you’re away is insane. It gets to the point where he starts right letters or poems to give to you once you return.

Z = Zealful

* You both show nothing but passion for each other and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#andrew hozier byrne #hozier #celebs #fanfic #hozier fanfiction #i love him #live laugh hozier #he’s so pookie #love #hozier x reader #hozier x you #fluff #fluff alphabet #the hoziest #fanfics #we love him #irish man

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sbdskate · 11 months

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Laws Of Attraction (Part 6) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mature themes

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: That’s right, I broke the ending into another part which means another chapter is on the way. If you’ve been keeping up, I appreciate you sticking with me through my draughts and generally inconsistent posting schedule. Thank you again for every like, comment, and reblog. Please let me know what you think and enjoy ❤️

The week passed more quickly than you anticipated. You pulled an all-nighter to draft the language you promised. It helped that you couldn’t sleep anyways. You tried to make up for it on the twenty-hour flight from Brazil to Abu Dhabi but again, rest evaded you. It didn’t help that between the travel and the time difference you basically lost a day and a half. You threw yourself deeper into your work as a distraction. You were thankful that there were lots of back and forths of redlines, as expected.

But no matter how busy you kept yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about that damn kiss that had now been tattooed in your mind. You wished it wasn’t good. You wished he had chapped lips and tasted like onions. But it had enveloped you. The way he grabbed you and the feeling of his stubble on your face set off butterflies in your stomach and other places down south. You were pretty sure you saw through space and time and you suddenly had the ability to hear colors.

And even though the kiss was so good, it was made bittersweet by everything that was discussed afterwards. You didn’t miss the warmth leaving his eyes and his obvious disappointment. On one hand, you handled the situation the best way you knew how. You had been very clear in Mexico on the limits of your relationship, that should not have been a surprise to him. Your job was to be professional and you reestablished those boundaries. On the other, you had somehow removed every laugh line from his face. You missed the crinkles around his eyes and the reverberating bravado of his laugh. If there was another way you could have gone about the conversation, it was lost on you. Leaning into the kiss and those feelings surrounding it was legally impossible. He would simply have to pick up his bruised ego and move on, which you were sure wouldn’t be difficult. The thought helped you somewhat – he was still a handsome, charismatic celebrity who could get any girl he wanted. You were one piece of parsley in an endless buffet. Poor little rich boy couldn’t have the one dish he wanted right now, but as soon as the season was over and you went your separate ways, you would be a distant memory he would laugh at in retrospect. Amongst the models, actresses, singers, and influencers he could pick from, he had trauma bonded with his very average and nerdy lawyer during a particularly vulnerable point in his life.

As your thoughts meandered during the course of the long flight, you were appreciative that you would not be on your own this weekend. The partner apparently decided to show up in Abu Dhabi, finally making Daniel a priority knowing that the matter would be closing. You had gotten somewhat frustrated with Joe, that he kept cancelling on meetings last minute leaving you to deal with everything. There were several silver linings, however. First, you hoped it meant he trusted you with the significant responsibility, which again would likely lead to a positive performance review and a hefty bonus. It may even come in handy a few years from now when you would become eligible to make partner yourself. Second, in picking up that responsibility, you had grown a lot professionally in the last few months. Belgium felt like a lifetime ago, in more ways than one. In the last few restless days your mind kept reflecting back to that first race weekend when you were full of nerves, but lately you didn’t quite feel like the same young associate with a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. Third, for better or worse, you grew to know you client in a way you would not have been able to but for the partner’s absence and that transfer of duty. Because you knew him so well now, you were better able to represent him. This was, of course, a double-edged sword. You’d unintentionally gotten to know the driver far better than you intended. Over the course of months, he poked little holes in your armor leaving you open and vulnerable and inching you closer towards that delicate line you dared not cross. The two of you had danced around it for weeks. If you hadn’t crossed it before, kissing certainly pushed the two of you over the edge together. You wondered what he thought about all this, considering he had far less to lose from the predicament. It would probably be awkward the next time you saw each other, but hopefully still respectful and professional if nothing else.

Meanwhile, Daniel along with the rest of the grid arrived in Abu Dhabi a day early to have a retirement dinner party for Seb. Seb had been unexpected source of support during this uncertain time in his career. Not all of the drivers had reached out to him when news about his early termination with McLaren broke. Of those that did reach out, some were simply surface level exchanges lacking compassion and depth. Seb, however, had helped him navigate a slew of existential crisis. The least Daniel could do was return that support to his friend. He sat next to Lando and Pierre, the drivers chatting amongst themselves during the meal. Of course there was a general curiosity about his plans for next year, but he playfully remained tight-lipped. The conversation was light, reminiscing and debriefing on some of the post-race debauchery over the course of the season. It was all fun and games until Pierre brought up Halloween in Mexico and his failed attempts at bringing home an instragram influencer and a model that night.

“I think I might be losing my touch. But that was a fun night though, yeah?”

“It was, I’m surprised you remember most of it,” Daniel teased.

“Honestly, me too. That girl dressed as you, she was a good time.” Daniel did his best to remain casual, though his heart skipped at beat at your mention.

“Yeah, y/n is fun when she’s not working.”

“I’ve seen her around the paddock a few times. She’s your lawyer, right?” He took a long drink, not liking the direction the conversation was headed.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe when the season is over I can grab her number.” It was more of a statement than a question. Daniel feigned ignorance at the request and laughed.

“I mean I can give it to you, but she probably wouldn’t be able to help you.”

“How so?” Pierre looked at Daniel, both men visibly confused.

“I mean I’m no lawyer myself, but wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest for her?”

“Oh no dude, I don’t want her services – or, uh legal services I should say,” he said cheekily. Daniel’s ears immediately turned red, his jaw clenched, and hand balled into a fist. He did his best to control his facial muscles to not let on to the fact that Pierre had unknowingly stepped on an emotional landmine. Lando, who had been talking to Zhou across from him, sensed the shift in the driver sitting next to him. He diverted his attention for a moment to try to break the tension before Daniel could say or do something he would regret.

“Pierre, she’s way too smart for you and you’re not her type,” he said casually, earning a laugh from the others including Pierre.

“What are you talking about, I’m everybody’s type,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I think that might be part of the problem,” Lando responded. “Plus, you’re already in a committed relationship with this one,” jabbing his thumb in the direction of Yuki. That side of the table continued to laugh and joke, Daniel included, but he didn’t miss the chance to lock eyes with his teammate to silently convey his thanks for discreetly deflecting the conversation away from the woman that had taken up so much space in his mind. Had he really almost punched his friend at a fancy restaurant during his mentor’s retirement party? He was in deep. Hook, line, and sinker.

Daniel had bought himself more time extending the signing with Red Bull, but he had no idea what he was doing. You had made it abundantly clear that nothing could happen until after everything was signed. You also hadn’t explicitly said whether you wanted anything to happen afterwards... All he knew, whether or not anything progressed further between the two of you, he just needed to be near you. He needed more time with you, beyond Monday.

The evening continued with heartfelt sentiments exchanged, and Daniel found himself more and more in his feelings especially as the drinks flowed. He thought he recovered from Pierre’s comments at dinner, but then Seb gave a speech to the rest of grid that brought him to the brink of tears. His mentor’s goodbye made him reflect and contemplate his own journey over the year. Though neither driver would be on the grid next season, Daniel was envious that Seb had the opportunity to leave the sport on his own terms compared to the lack of agency he felt with his tenure with McLaren. Feeling unmoored, you showed up out of nowhere to turn his ship around at the eleventh hour. He wasn’t sure what was next for him, but he knew he couldn’t do it without you by his side. Maybe another drink would take his mind off you.

The night continued, one by one the other drivers called it a night. But Daniel stayed until the wee hours of the morning with some of the younger drivers who had higher tolerances. Lando took note of his teammate’s condition who refused to believe he couldn’t keep up. They hadn’t discussed the elephant in the room, but he could put two and two together even if he didn’t have all the details. You might have been discreet, but Daniel was anything but. He noticed how Daniel perked up just a little on the days you had meetings. He noticed the stupid looks you gave each other, each party oblivious to the other. He noticed all the times you went out with the drivers at Daniel’s invitation, which was surely not in your job description. And right now for whatever reason likely involving you, Daniel was miserable, his melancholia exasperated by alcohol.

“Hey mate, I think it’s time to go back to the hotel,” Lando said as he put an arm around Daniel.

“Nooo, but we’re having fun! For Seb!” Daniel slurred as he held up his drink triumphantly.

“We are having fun, but we have to get up really early. Remember?”

Daniel was too tired to fight back. So he pouted as Lando corralled him into the backseat of the car back to the hotel.

You rolled into Abu Dhabi at 2am. You were exhausted. You had no shame about rocking under eye patches and a face mask mid-flight to at least hopefully make it look like you’d gotten some type of rest over the last two days. Unfortunately, the dark circles that remained begged to differ.

You were in the middle of checking in when you heard commotion in the lobby behind you. You rolled your eyes at the drunks stumbling in, keeping your head down to avoid any interaction.

“That’s it, almost there mate.” You knew that voice. You slowly turned to find Lando struggling to guide a dazed Daniel towards the elevator. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing clearly. That made you wake up.

“Lando? Daniel?”

Both drivers looked your way. You suddenly became very aware and self-conscious of your grungy airport outfit: messy bun, no makeup, and full Enchante sweatsuit Daniel had gifted you after Japan. You couldn’t decipher the look Lando gave you that was equal parts relieved and concerned, but Daniel’s face lit up immediately showing off those darn dimples.

“Y/n!”

“Hi. What are you guys doing?” you asked hesitantly. It was mostly directed at Lando since he still had his wits about him, but Daniel answered anyways.

“We had to say goodbye to Seb,” he said solemnly. Lando rolled his eyes seeing the immediate look of concern and confusion on your face.

“Jesus Christ. The guy’s retiring, he didn’t die.”

You gave a polite smile. “I’m sorry, I think I’m missing something.”

“The whole grid had a retirement party for Seb, not a funeral as this one might have you believe. It started with dinner but some guys stayed out and well… he’s just been slightly overserved.” You pursed your lips together to keep from laughing. You could tell Lando’s patience had run thin, but despite his annoyance he had made sure Daniel got back safe which you appreciated.

“Well, thank you for taking care of my client.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine,” Daniel slurred a few feet away, leaning against a pillar in the opulent lobby – immediately followed by him almost slipping but quickly catching himself. He smiled again, proud and satisfied with his own rescue effort.

“Right…” you drawled. You turned to the concierge who had been patient and stoic as the scene unfolded. You’d been informed that the hotel catered to Westerners, but you were still cautious being in a country that technically followed Sharia law despite the many exceptions for expats and tourists. “My apologies ma’am, is it ok if I help escort my friend to his room for a moment? I can finish checking in afterwards.”

“Of course Miss l/n. I’ll still be here.” Having the green light to accompany the two boys, you and Lando flanked Daniel linking your arms through his to walk him to the elevator.

“I don’t need help,” *hiccup* “I’m a strong, independent woman,” he said, though he did nothing to resist your assistance.

“You are maybe half of those things,” you retorted.

“That’s being generous, I give him zero out of three,” Lando chimed in.

“Oh be nice, you know you can feel those muscles,” you lightly countered as you gave Daniel’s bicep a quick squeeze. You gave him a tired, playful smile and the look he returned you was so full of adoration it felt like your heart was going to burst at the seams. He leaned his head on your shoulder when you stepped in the elevator and you wished you could put the moment on pause to keep him there a while longer.

“You can’t possibly be referring to these chicken wings,” Lando replied. “Do you have your room key?” Lando asked Daniel, breaking your daze. Daniel shuffled for a second, patting his pockets, then nodding in confirmation. “Good, I’m going to bed.” He pressed the floor for himself, then Daniel’s.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lando gave you a knowing smile.

“I already did 90% of the heavy lifting, I’m sure you can handle it from here.” You shot daggers his way, Daniel still between the two of you, blissfully unaware of your quarrel. “See you in seven hours,” he said as he got off the elevator.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed, leaving the two of you alone. Daniel was too drunk to feel awkward about the predicament given how you last left things, a lazy smile still on his face.

“You called me your friend. To the concierge.”

“I did.”

“I thought I was your client.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He hummed in response. The answer seemed to make him happy. His eyes grazed over you, his smile growing.

“You’re wearing my clothes.”

“An astute observation.”

“They look good on you.” The elevator doors opened as a blush crept to your face. You guided him into the hallway and ignored his comment.

“Ok, what number are you?”

“This way,” he said, ignoring your question and yanking you to the right. You kept your arm around him to steady his swaying. You could smell the alcohol coming off him, making you wonder about the events leading up to this but whatever it was wasn’t a conversation for today. He finally stopped in front of a door and fumbled with his pockets. You waited to make sure he could get into his room, but after a minute or two you got concerned.

“I can go back to the concierge to get another key-”

“No, no, I got it.” You watched as he fished it out from the depths of his front pocket, then struggled with getting it to work on the fob.

“Here, let me help you.” Your own patience running low, you took the key from his hands and opened the door. You had planned on finishing your check-in when you knew he made it inside, but felt bad leaving him in the condition he was in. You reasoned that it was to help him avoid a hangover in the morning so that he would be as camera ready as possible for press day, but it was a loose excuse.

You cautiously entered his room and turned on some lights. Your jaw dropped for a moment – his room was at least triple the size of every other hotel room you had stayed at over the course of the season, every detail pristine. You held the door open for him as you ogled in the foyer. He pinballed off the door frame to make his way inside, leaning against the wall across from you. He openly took you in, admiring how his merch hung from your body more perfectly than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t turn away when you returned his gaze.

“Come on let’s get you tucked in, you have a long day tomorrow – or in six and a half hours.” You grabbed his arm again and brought him towards the bed, and he happily followed you like a puppy. You were relieved he was at least cooperating. You sat him down. “Ok sir, where do you keep your pajamas?” He gave you a wicked grin.

“I don’t wear any,” he said shamelessly. You pursed your lips, you knew you walked into that one.

“Of course you don’t. Well when I leave you can get undressed. Just sit tight for a sec.” You opened up the bottle of water by the coffee maker and poured it into a glass. “Here, drink this.” He guzzled the water, so you poured him another. “Good job. How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.” He showed off his pearly whites with a giant smile, closing his eyes as his head flopped back.

Oh my God, you’re so drunk, you said under your breath. “I’m serious, do you feel nauseous at all? Headache?”

“I’m peachy,” he said as he swung his legs back and forth off the bed. He played with his hands in his lap. Seemingly able to entertain himself at least for a minute, you walked into the bathroom to go through his toiletries to find some Advil and maybe some tums for the morning. When you returned, your patient was already taking off his shirt and had started undoing his belt.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down there tiger. Why don’t you take two Advil first?”

“I’ll do anything you tell me,” he said before swallowing the pills you handed him. “I’m going to miss you when you leave.” His sudden shift in tone threw you off. You sat down next to him to show your support and solidarity.

“You know you can always call me. It will be like I never left.”

“As a friend?” he asked hopefully. You smiled and put a reassuring hand on his thigh.

“Yes, definitely as a friend.” There was a pause.

“What about as more than a friend?” *hiccup* “Like, afterwards?” You bit your lip, but smiled.

“I think that’s a conversation for another time.”

“You didn’t say no.” You laughed.

“You’re drunk as a skunk and this is the moment you choose to dissect semantics.” He picked up your hand resting on his thigh, bringing it to his lips to kiss without breaking eye contact.

“Enchante.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, but it sure is charming as heck,” you said between laughs. You pulled your hand back and stood up. “On that note, I think you have everything you need so I’m going to head out. You have two more ibuprofen on your nightstand for the morning and two tums in case you get heartburn or an upset stomach. I set your alarm for 8:00 so you can sleep in a little, but still gives you an hour to get ready before you need to head to the paddock. I think it’s ok if you’re fashionably late.” He pouted. “Oh come on now, no need to frown. You get to take off those pants and go to bed. I’m going to go to bed too.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay?” He gave the best puppy eyes he could. Matched with his bare torso, six pack on full display, and unbuttoned belt and pants, anyone with a weaker constitution would’ve folded immediately. But at this point you were a trained soldier, the end of your internal battle in sight. You did make one concession though.

Maybe it was impulse. Maybe it was the jet lag. Maybe it was the possibility he wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning. But in a streak of boldness, you brought your hand to the side of his face, feeling the sharpness of his jawline and the texture of his stubble. You bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe next time,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his.

His eyes were flying saucers when you stood. “Good night, Daniel. Get some rest.”

Despite how tired he was, it was hard for him to fall asleep after that.

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The Girls Part 14: Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Written by raelee / Posted Oct 10

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“I heard you were in Monaco and didn’t come see me,” Lando accuses as soon as I answer his FaceTime call.

“You were already in Mexico,” I answer defensively.

“Yeah, but asking me would’ve still been nice.”

“Why would I ask if I already knew that you weren’t there?” I question.

He opens his mouth to respond but stops, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I watch his eyes flicker on the screen, and as I’m about to ask him about the sudden movement, he answers my unasked question.

“Where are you right now?”

“Oh, uh,” I laugh nervously, causing Lando to squint at me. “I’m actually in my new flat.”

“Your new flat?” Lando raises his eyebrows at me.

“Yeah, Charles and I actually moved in together.” I wince, waiting for the earful that I’m about to receive.

If Lando doesn’t like Charles even staying at my flat, he’s going to hate that we live together now. Even if I told him that Charles is gone half of the year and we stay in different bedrooms he still wouldn’t be happy about it.

Lando opens his mouth, about to speak again, when his doorbell suddenly rings. I thank whatever God is listening in on our conversation for that.

“Hold on,” he tells me like I have another option, heading towards his door so that I’m left staring at his ceiling. I hear muffled voices before he returns.

“Who was that?” I ask, hoping that the question will distract him from our previous topic.

“The delivery man,” he answers.

“Oh, what’d you get?”

“It’s not for me.”

I give him a questioning look at the response.

“They’re birthday presents for Ada and Lucy.��

Ada and Lucy's second birthday is coming up. They’re so excited to have a day that’s just dedicated to celebrating them. They’re especially looking forward to being able to eat cake and junk food all day, and open presents.

Unfortunately, it also falls on the day of the grand prix in Brazil. So Lando and Charles, two of their favorite people, won’t be able to celebrate their birthday with them on their actual birthday.

It’s going to be extremely difficult to explain to the girls why we’re celebrating, but why we’re not celebrating with the ones that they love.

“You didn’t have to buy them anything, Lando,” I insist.

“They’re my nieces, they’re going to get spoiled.”

“Well, thank you. We appreciate it. Were you going to come to London soon to celebrate with us?” I question.

It’s at a weird point in the season right now. There’s only a few races left until the season ends and winter break starts, so the atmosphere is weird. There’s a lot of testing and media duties for the drivers to do, so they’re at one of their busiest points, but everyone is ready for the season to just be done so they can get a little break.

“Well I was actually thinking that I could give them the presents in Brazil.”

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Like… you give them to Charles and Charles gives them to Ada and Lucy?”

“No, like you, Ada, and Lucy come to Brazil to watch the grand prix and McClaren will throw a birthday party for them, and I can give them their gifts then,” he suggests.

“Oh,” I’m taken by surprise. It’s honestly something that I hadn’t considered. “Lando, the grand prix is in like two weeks, that’s very short notice.”

“Yeah, but you already said that you don’t have classes on Fridays. And I think you said you work every other Friday and if I did my math correctly, you would have off that Friday,” he explains.

“I have a class on Monday in the afternoon, so if we flew back Sunday night or Monday morning I would still be able to make it…” I shake my head.

I can’t believe I’m considering this.

Going to a grand prix would bring the opposite of what I want for the girls. It would draw attention to them, especially if McClaren hosts a birthday party for them. After all of the drama on social media and people spotting us as a family of four out in public and posting about it, it makes me worried to go to Lando and Charles’ home away from home.

But… the girls have been showing more and more interest while watching the races lately. And I would love for them to be at a race to see their father and their uncle in their element. Plus meeting the people that Charles and Lando surround themselves with the majority of the weekend would be nice.

“I’ll have to think about it, Lando,” I sigh. “It just might be too hard and too soon after going to Monaco.”

“I get it, you don’t want to see your brother,” he jokes.

I roll my eyes. “Oh no, you caught me.”

“Let me know what you decide, alright? I can fly back and help you fly out with the girls, and I can pay for your flights and hotels and everything,” he offers.

I take a deep breath, gearing up to tell him that he doesn’t need to worry about that and I could figure it out myself. Then, I stop. “Okay, Lando.”

“You know what would be great?” Charles asks.

“What?” My eyes shift from the textbook in front of me to my laptop screen that has the problem pulled up, working through it in my head while also trying to carry a conversation with Charles.

“If you came to the Brazil grand prix with Ada and Lucy so that we could celebrate their birthday as a family.”

My head snaps towards where he’s set up on a FaceTime call on my phone leaned up against my water bottle.

“What?” I repeat my earlier question, although this time with surprise. My heart flutters when I catch that he referred to the four of us as a family. I know that I do it, but it’s nice to know that he does it too.

“Yeah, you know. We could celebrate their second birthday on their actual birthday, they could have a little party at Ferrari,” he suggests. “It’d be fun.”

“Have-”I pause at the question that I’m about to ask, already not believing the words that are about to leave my mouth, but Charles urges me on. “Have you been talking to my brother at all?”

“What? Why would you ask that?”

He’s a terrible actor.

“Because he said the exact same thing,” I deadpan.

“Great minds think alike.”

I sigh. “I’ll tell you the same thing that I told him. I’ll think about it.”

“If you’re worried about traveling with Ada and Lucy, I can fly back and fly out to Brazil with you three,” he offers.

“God, you really did talk to Lando,” I murmur. “You know what? Fine. If you and Lando can come out and help me fly out to Brazil with two toddlers and all of our luggage, we can spend their birthday at the grand prix in Brazil. I’m sure they would love that.”

“You’re not going to regret it, mon amour,” he grins enthusiastically. “I’m going to call Lando now to figure out all of the details.”

“Okay, have-”The phone call ends before I can finish my sentence. “Fun.”

I roll my eyes at the clear excitement on Charles’ face, but can’t hide the smile that’s growing on my lips.

“Lando, can you grab a bag, please?”

It’s like deja vu, except this time Lando is the one holding Ada and Lucy’s hands while I walk alongside Charles who struggles with the bags once again.

“No, I’m escorting Ada and Lucy right now,” Lando denies. Charles gives him a look of disbelief. “Uncle privileges.”

“Charles, just let me grab-””Not you, mon amour,” he declines, heaving a bag higher onto his shoulder.

I roll my eyes at his stubbornness but don’t persist any further.

I’m just surprised that I’m in the airport for the second time this month, jetting off on yet another international trip. I’m shocked that I’m doing this at this point in my life, nonetheless with two toddlers by my side.

Of course I have help from Lando and Charles (although, is Lando really help?) but after trying so hard to keep my daughters out of the public eye, taking them to a place where people from all walks of life attend is crazy to me. I can’t help but feel weirdly proud of myself for how far I’ve come.

“Are you okay?” Lando’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I return his gaze. “You just kind of zoned out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smile at him and he smiles back.

And they’re genuine smiles. I really am fine.

Charles gets us in on Friday without having to deal with any of the media. I’m secretly relieved- as much as I’ve tried to reassure him that I don’t mind the media and fans, we’ll just have to hide the girls’ faces as best as we can, he’s taking all precautions to protect their privacy as best as we can.

“What are my nieces wearing?” A voice snaps me out of my quiet bickering with a whining Ada.

“Shirts and jeans,” I answer, picking her up and into my arms.

“Ferrari shirts,” Charles smirks at Lando.

“Ugh,” Lando wrinkles his nose in disgust. “That won’t do.” He glares at Ada’s gray Ferrari T-shirt and Lucy’s red one. “I’ll find something else for you.”

He disappears before Charles and I can say anything else.

I roll my eyes, a point for Charles not to comment on it, before we make our way into the Ferrari garage.

“Y/N!” I’m pulled into a pair of arms as soon as I enter. I don’t recognize the arms- he’s gotten much more muscular over time- but I do recognize the cologne.

He still needs to use less of it.

“Oh, Carlos,” I wrap my free arm around him.

When I was Lando’s assistant and Carlos still drove at McClaren, we became close because of their close friendship. I didn’t tag along on all of their outings, I hate golf, but we would go out to dinner and for walks together.

We became close fast.

And it was difficult when I had to end that friendship.

I pull back, wiping at the light tears in my eyes at the sudden rush of emotions hitting me. Luckily, Carlos doesn’t comment on it, leaning in closer to brush his thumb against the little girl in my arm’s cheek.

“And this must be Ada, I see you in all of your mother’s stories.”

“Is everyone on your private story’s list but me?” Charles whines.

“Step it up, Charles,” Carlos grins at his teammate, brushing a strand of Lucy’s hair behind her ear. Her cheeks blush as she stares at him.

“Oh no, no boys,” Charles scolds gently, turning away so that Lucy could no longer face Carlos.

To my surprise, Ada’s staring back at Carlos. Not in a bashful way like her sister, but in a curious way.

“I heard it’s your birthday,” Carlos says to Ada and Lucy.

“On Sunday they turn two,” I explain.

“Well I got you birthday presents that you need to open today.” He grabs two nearby bags.

“Carlos, they don't need anything. Especially not today, it’s not their birthday yet,” Charles tells his teammate.

“They’re opening them anyway.”

Carlos’ tone leaves no room for argument and the girls have already focused on the bags, so Carlos hands them over to open.

They’re toddler sized Ferrari hats, but on the brim there’s a 55 and they’re both signed by Carlos.

“Really? You signed it too?” Charles looks unimpressed. I can’t help but laugh, which earns a grin for Carlos and a glare from Charles.

“They could make a nice buck off of it one day.”

I try to subtly walk through the paddock back to the Ferrari garage to meet Charles after showing the girls the cars on the track for qualifying, but it’s not easy with a tired toddler on each hip while trying to look out for any phones recording or taking pictures of us.

An arm suddenly pushes on my back, guiding me towards a different garage.

“These are my nieces,” Lando’s familiar voice announces proudly to the group of mechanics and engineers.

“Ew, Lando, get your arm off of me, you’re all sweaty,” I whine.

He rolls his eyes but removes his arm, reaching out to forcibly take the exhausted girls from my arms into his.

“No, you must be tired from the race, I can hold them,” I reassure them.

“Let me spend time with my girls,” he disagrees.

“And who might you be?” One of the mechanics raises an eyebrow at me flirtatiously.

Before I can handle it (in other words, embarrass myself) Lando speaks up, glaring at the mechanic. “She’s my sister.”

One of the other mechanics nudges the guy and mumbles something. All I can manage to hear is ‘Leclerc.’

Speak of the devil and he may appear.

“What are you doing here?” Charles asks in confusion, resting a hand on my waist gently and stepping around me to wave at his daughters.

“Lando pulled me in here,” I explain.

“Did you come to spy on the enemy, Leclerc?” A man I’ve only seen in photos approaches. Well, he’s really just a boy.

“Oscar Piastri,” my face lights up at the sight of him and I step forward to shake his hand. “It’s so great to finally meet you. You know, I loved your overtake in F2 in Bahrain-””Now hold on,” Lando interrupts me. “Are you telling me that my sister is actually an Oscar Piastri fan?”

“Yes, I really am,” I admit, watching as Charles wrestles Ada out of Lando’s arms.

“I can’t believe this, my own sister likes my teammate more than she likes me,” my brother says in mock disbelief.

“Why wouldn’t she? I’m the one decorating the cake for her daughters’ birthday party on Sunday,” Oscar grins smugly.

“Birthday party? On Sunday? Here?” Charles repeats parts of the sentence, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, that’s what he just said. Do you need your ears checked or something?” Lando questions jokingly.

“You can’t have a birthday party for the girls here on Sunday. We’re having a birthday party for them in the Ferrari motorhome,” Charles says.

“Well I’m their uncle that they rarely see, so they really should be spending more time here with me, and that includes having their birthday party here,” Lando responds.

“And I’m their dad, so they should have their birthday party in a familiar environment. And that’s surrounded by red,” Charles narrows his eyes at his competitor.

As if they both suddenly remember that I’m there, they turn to look at me with expectant gazes. As soon as I recognize the expressions, I laugh.

“Oh hell no, you’re not dragging me into this. Figure it out yourselves.”

They turn back to each other in defeat, narrowing their eyes at each other once again. This is going to be a long weekend.

“Oh my god,” I gape at the screen, hugging the girls tight to me as Charles crosses the line for a second place finish. “Dad came in second place, girls.”

The girls, despite not knowing what I’m saying, clap their hands in excitement, causing the engineers and mechanics around me to laugh.

“Are you going to the podium?” One of them asks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I frown, fighting myself internally.

On one hand, it would be a great opportunity to remind Charles that I care about his career and success. Having his daughters at a race with him to watch him for the first time and then to get a podium, I know he’d be a little disappointed if we weren’t to go to the podium celebrations.

But on the other hand, I’m still worried about Ada and Lucy’s privacy. I know that pictures of their faces are already out there, but I want to do all that I can to prevent more of them from getting out. I want them to be able to have that privacy to decide what they want to do in the future instead of always being known as Charles Leclerc’s daughters. And a grand prix with cameras and strangers everywhere… they’re bound to constantly be on camera, especially with the controversy surrounding their existence and sudden appearance.

“Are you worried about their faces being seen?” Another mechanic asks. “Because I have a solution.”

I give him a curious look and he grabs two nearby helmets used for decoration, putting them over the girls heads. They squeal in excitement and I laugh.

“That’s genius.”

Together we make our way to the podium, crowding together behind the fence for Charles, Max, and Sergio to drive up. Everyone around me is polite, making sure to leave me plenty of room with a toddler on each hip.

When Charles pulls up and sees us, an expression that I’ve never seen before appears on his face. It lights up and it’s full of adoration, and he practically runs over to us.

He rips his helmet off, throwing it haphazardly on the ground behind him before leaning forward, lifting the visor of Ada’s helmet and placing a kiss on her nose. He does the same to Lucy and I smile at the gesture, expecting him to move on to the guys beside me to celebrate with them.

To my surprise, he pulls me into a hug, Ada and Lucy squished between us.

“Happy for you,” I confess to him, choking back the sobs that want to escape. He gives me a soft smile, able to tell that I’m seconds away from crying.

Thankfully he moves on to the guys before I start bawling my eyes out. I don’t know why I feel like crying. Maybe because this feels so… natural. Being at grand prixs again, surrounded by all of the drivers and mechanics and engineers. Taking my daughters to grand prixs, showing them the world that their uncle and dad were raised in and now are dominating.

Maybe it’s the pride that I feel for Charles, who’s having such a great season.

When Charles is up on the podium, I do let a tear slip.

“Good, I was just looking for you. They’re setting up the birthday party at the McClaren motorhome right now,” Lando catches up to the four of us as we walk back to the Ferrari motorhome.

“Lando, the Ferrari motorhome is already getting their birthday party ready,” Charles informs him slowly.

“Well, I already told you that McClaren’s going to host their birthday party.”

“And I already told you that Ferrari’s going to host their birthday party.”

Once again, the two stare each other down.

God I’m really getting sick of this.

“Guys, I have something to show you,” Alex suddenly appears, breaking the tension.

“Oh thank god,” I mumble, following behind him as he begins to make his way down the paddock.

“Is it in the Williams motorhome? That’s such a far walk,” Lando whines. I hear a thump, then another thump as Lando hits Charles back.

Alex holds the door open for us and Ada and Lucy enter ahead of everyone else. All of the sudden, a bunch of people jump out from behind the furniture in the room, shouting “Surprise!” and blowing party blowers.

Ada looks around shyly, clinging to my leg, while Lucy takes a step forward with a wide grin, loving the attention. There’s people from all the teams here, from employees in the communication departments to mechanics, engineers, and drivers.

I recognize a lot of the faces even years later, but there’s some new ones as well.

“Thank you for this,” I murmur to Alex as Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon manage to pry Ada off my leg to dance and Lucy watches in a trance as Fernando Alonso and Sergio Perez engage in a conversion in Spanish.

“Of course,” he grins at me, knowing how much easier it is to have this party at a neutral location. Not only to stop the fighting, but also to hopefully mend the relationship between Lando and Charles.

It’s only when Ada and Lucy blow out the candles on their cake that it hits me. I have two two year olds.

Of course I know that they’re not the small babies that I once cradled in my arms or fed bottles to, but it’s so much harder actually realizing it. They’ll never be as little as they are now.

And right now… they’re not even that little. Right now they’re holding their own forks, feeding themselves cake while trying to keep it off of themselves as best as they can. They’re real people with thoughts and emotions, and they no longer need me as much as they once did.

It makes my heart hurt.

I glance over at Charles, thinking of his reaction when we found out that I wasn’t pregnant. If anyone’s the father of my girls, I’m glad that it’s him. It makes me curious about my future children… what their dad will be like. If it’ll be Charles.

“Why is she staring at him like that?” Alex’s question snaps me out of my thoughts.

My cheeks blush, thinking that I’ve been caught, but once I follow his sightline I see Lucy staring at Carlos, batting her eyelashes at him.

“She’s trying to flirt with him,” I inform him.

“That’s flirting with him?” Esteban raises his eyebrows in disbelief. It’s literally just staring creepily at Carlos and blinking quickly. She needs to work on it.

“I wonder where she learned that from,” Lily giggles, nudging me.

“That’s a classic Y/N move,” Charles chimes in.

“What? No it’s not,” I deny, reaching over to push his shoulder teasingly.

“Please, do you not remember?”

“Remember what?”

He grins at me and it’s like we’re the only two people in the room. “Remember when we would lay in bed at night on a race weekend and you would bat those pretty little eyelashes at me, ‘Oh Charles, can you please go get me a chocolate bar from the vending machine?’”

“I never did that,” I exclaim.

“Yes you did, on multiple occasions. I’m surprised we were never caught with how often I would have to buy you damn chocolate bars,” he teases.

I laugh and he joins in softly.

Someone clearing their throat snaps us out of the moment and I suddenly remember there’s people around us.

“Um, let’s move on to presents,” I announce awkwardly.

Ada and Lucy get so much stuff. Esteban gets them a book on how to learn French- I guess he doesn't know much about two year olds, Pierre gets them mini purses from Louis Vuitton, Lando had two toddler sized play cars sent to our new apartment but gives the girls practically the whole Barbie aisle for the party, and Max gets them a baby shark toy (something about how good the song is).

Slowly, everyone begins to leave, and Lando and George keep the girls entertained while Charles and I begin to clean up.

“Well I’d say the party was a success,” I say to Charles, bending down to pick wrapping paper off of the ground.

“Yeah, Albon did a great job hosting. Ada and Lucy had a lot of fun,” he glances over to where they’re playing with their new toys.

“So did the drivers,” I chuckle.

I begin to rise at an angle, hands full of wrapping paper as Charles bends down at an angle to grab some more wrapping paper. I turn my head at the same time he ducks his down, his lips landing on my own.

We kiss for a split second, lips moving against each other in sync before I remember where we are and pull away with a quiet gasp.

My eyes look over at the group of four, seeing them still playing. They didn’t notice the accidental kiss at all.

The damage is done as I look over at Charles, who’s staring back at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. I stare back with blushing cheeks.

“Are you guys almost done?” Lando calls out, breaking our staring competition.

“Yeah, just a little bit longer,” I agree, not breaking the gaze with Charles.

We don't have the chance to talk about it.

As soon as we get back to the hotel, both girls are sent into meltdowns from the sugar high and a long, exhausting day. Then, since they’re both throwing a fit, once one begins to calm down the other one begins to overreact which sends the other one into a fit again.

Finally Charles and I manage to bathe them, change them into their pajamas, and get them to bed.

If I’m exhausted, I don’t know how Charles feels.

I can feel his eyes on me as I anxiously fold one of Lucy’s dirty shirts.

I look up, meeting those hazel eyes that I’ve become so accustomed to seeing. Now I don’t know what I would do without them.

“So…” I start awkwardly.

He just looks so good like this. Hair messy from a long day, in just a casual T-shirt and gym shorts. It’s his dad look. The dim light from the hotel lamp casts a warm glow on him, making me want to just reach over and pull him into my arms.

Before I can even react, he takes two steps forward, hands gently placed on my biceps as he turns me towards him. He leans down and my hands reach up to grab the back of his biceps as our lips meet.

It’s an anticipated kiss, and god, was it worth the wait.

His lips are warm and comforting, like pulling on a sweatshirt straight out of the dryer. Like it’s meant to be, and although you know it can’t last forever, you’ll savor it while it’s happening.

His hands slide down to my waist and my arms wind around his neck, pulling him as close to me as I can.

It’s Ada and Lucy’s second birthday. And it’s also the day that Charles and I kissed twice- once on accident and once on purpose.

This may be one of the happiest days of my life.

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B O A T | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART VI

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Today is your last day in Malta. Pedro will be back to work, and you also need to return to your routine. Pedro wants your last day to be wonderful, nothing like a surprise with a perfect end. The three most intense days of your life.

wc: 4.5k

rating/warnings: [Smut][Semi public sex] [unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f][lots of slapping] [a little romance, why not?][sex with food][you both being silly] [alcohol consumption][a little Spanish]

a/n: Thanks person that dropped that picture of Pedro in a boat 😰 this way we finish the Malta series, CLASSY! Hope you enjoy! Leave comments and reblog if you can 🫰🏻

Yesterday was amazing, to see Pedro losing his mind at the restaurant, looking for you through the private rooms. You can't help but smile when you remember him standing at the lounge door, with a red blush face of anger but horny at the same time. The night at the hotel was wonderful, you slept together again, this time in your room with his face in the curve of your neck, giving soft kisses until you fall in a deep sleep.

He tickles you rubbing his mustache on your skin. Letting out a low moan when you feel his teeth bite the skin of your neck.

"Wake up darling" he says softly and bites you again.

"Pedro...it's still night, don't you get tired?" He releases a low laugh against your skin and gently squeezes your waist.

"No. It's 5 am I have a surprise for you. Come on, wake up!"

Turning to him, feeling your body protest, you open your eyes facing Pedro with a crooked smile, then you notice he is already dressed, running your fingers through the fabric of the shirt he wears you ask him yawning covering partially your mouth..

"Are you going to work?"

He pouts frowning his eyebrows and squishing his brown eyes shaking his head denying it, holding your chin giving a quick kiss on your lips.

Pedro sits on the bed, giving you a view of his back, his striped shirt tight in his body.

"No babe…wake up, it's a surprise, go get dressed and don't ask anything, I won’t say where we going…"

You roll your eyes realizing that you won't be able to get any information from him, stretching your muscles on the huge bed you sit still sleepy, Pedro gets up and extends his hand to pull you to stand up. He tilts his head to the side, making you look at the chair in the corner, there’s a fancy box. Raising an eyebrow to him while opening the box you say "Did you even sort out what I'm going to wear? Haha”

"Go get dressed, we'll be leaving in 15." gently slapping your ass.

After a quick shower, feeling your body finally wake up, no matter how tired you are from the night before, you can't deny that you are curious about such a surprise.

Pedro is sitting on the edge of the bed, just waiting for you, sunglasses land on his head, mixing with his hair. He looks at you quickly raising an eyebrow and you let go off your towel, letting it fall at your feet, Pedro sighs when he sees you naked, he drops his phone on the bed and walks to where you are as slowly as a cat, he bends down and takes the towel, his fingertips touching the skin while he gets up facing you.

He place the towel between your breasts drying a few drops of water and whispers "Please don't tease me now, be a good girl and wear what I bought you. Let’s go, we are already late…" rolling his eyes and smiling as you grab the clothes, inside there is a black bikini and a fancy beach wear.

Pedro leaves before you, while you finish makeup and adjust your clothes, then you get a message.

*Pedro P: I'm in the lot hermosa, waiting 🙄*

As soon as the elevator doors open you find Pedro leaning against the car, he opens a smile when he sees you wearing the clothes he got for you, he opens the back door of the car, giving you his hand to go up, he sits next to you and the car leaves.

Pedro's hand does not leave your thigh, he draws circles on your skin, plays with the fabric of your clothes. He is quiet the entire time just giving you smiles and showing the beautiful landscape that runs through the car's window.

_See that place, I was shooting there. Look, look at this one too_

“It’s all dark, Pedro. Can’t see shit hah”

Twenty minutes top you arrive at your destination and he says holding your hand "I wanted to see the sunrise with you…" kissing the knuckles of your fingers, extending his hand helping you getting out of the car you see the yacht anchored.

It’s beautiful, all white with wooden details, Pedro talks to the captain, but you don't pay much attention, you look at the sea, the sky turning to a lighter tone. Feeling Pedro's hands, you lean your back on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder while the pilot takes you inside.

Now the sky takes on shades of yellow, the sun is rising little by little, you stare at Pedro and he is tripping, looking at the waves. He is hot as fuck, the golden light brighten his skin, his hair swinging with the wind, striped shirt tight on his strong arms. He catches you drooling on him and laughs "Enjoying the view?" with both of his hands smoothly stroking your thighs.

"Yeah, I love surprises, specially coming from you and, and this place is so incredible!!" he bring up his sunglasses to his head again, he come even closer to you while his hand travels to your bikini lace, you feel your pussy pulsing and giving you goosebumps wishing him right now.

The yacht stops on the high seas, to your left you can see almost the entire coast of Malta and on the other side far away a piece of Sicily. It's a really amazing view, I wish I spent the whole day seeing how the weather changes as the hours go by, and next to him even better.

Pedro gets up from the bench leaning on your thighs with the calm swing of the sea and approaches the captain. They talk for a few and you watch Pedro laughing and coming back to your side again. In silence, he runs his fingers through your face, slightly turning your chin against his mouth giving you quick kiss.

The noise of a smaller boat approaches making you look at it and quickly the captain says goodbye to you saying "I'll be back in a few hours, Mr Pascal."

Pedro nods to him waving goodbye.

And you with a shy smile "Did you really do that?"

He put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you foward happily saying "come, let me show you this..”

Going down to first floor, he stops in front of a side door and takes a set of keys out of his pocket. "Now I don't know which key opens hermosa, can you try them all while I go there pick up something?"

You let out a laugh rolling your eyes “Pedro, Pedro!!!"

Luckily, the first key you try opens the door and entering the room without waiting for him. You find the switch and lights the room, you come at a small but cozy luxury room. A queen bed with white sheets and duvets, two bathrobes by the edge of the bed and next to it a glass shower big enough to fit you both.

A smile escapes from your lips and when your turn back to the door you see Pedro holding a sparkling brut, an OJ box and a pair of glasses with the biggest smile on his face.

"I know it's early, but Mimosas?" He says excited almost dropping the box of juice from his arms.

_Pedro style_

"Well, we are taking vitamin c, so yes, I want some” both laugh loudly and go towards the stairs up and sit on the round bench. Pedro opens the champagne and serves you both them next some OJ.

Sound of the waves, seagulls mewing and out of nowhere "You know…I bought this thing for you and you look beautiful, but can you please take that off? It’s just us here…” he asks with puppy eyes, you smile and hand him your drink, getting up and staying between his legs you undo the lace of the beach dress. Pedro observes every inch of your skin, taking the fabric off your shoulders and putting it next to him on the couch. He return your drink back and gives two sassy slaps on his thigh "sit here, I want to see this bikini up close" you come closer and sit on his lap, his free hand immediately goes to your hip, he kisses you softly, his lips cold from mimosa, with a slight taste of orange, while his left hand holds the back of your neck, his fingers wrapping around your hair, pulling you closer.

You only stop kissing each other when both are out of breath, Pedro sighs and reclines on the couch. He is looking to the sky with his head back, his shirt already half unbuttoned, you can see his chest slightly red, is a suffocating view.

You take a sip on your drink and intentionally let it spills some on Pedro's shirt, he looks at you and with an innocent face you say with a bit of sarcasm "Oh no I'm sorry, I think you'll need to take it off, I don't want to ruin your clothes, babe." and slowly open the remaining buttons of his striped shirt, revealing his chest full of freckles, a little red from the crazy Malta sun. He looks at you with fun, almost laughing and you question "what? I bet it is very expensive, I would hate to ruin it. For. Real."

Getting up from his lap, you kneel between his legs, running your hands over his shoulders taking off the shirt once and for all.

Sliding your two hands inside his shorts, slightly scratching his thick thighs, trying your best to get closer to his cock. You look up with a goofy smile, he watches you with his arms stretched out on the back of the bench, his mouth half open and his glasses on the tip of his hot aquiline nose.

“No hay mejor vista que esa” he sighs.

You slide your hands down his legs and he moans asking "go up, go up..." biting his lower lip.

You take your drink again and purposely pour a little on his left knee licking right after.

"Peligrosa".

You say.. "isn't it sexy? Slutty knee?"

"Christ!!!" he says rolling his eyes followed by a laugh looking at the sky that is already orange and pink, the sun is rising and what you most want to actually sink on his cock at this moment, but it is weird to be on the high seas doing something that you have always done on four walls, hidden from any view of others.

With two slaps on his thigh he demands you to sit on his lap again, this time you sit facing him no excuses, with one hand squeezing your thigh while the other he slides two fingers between the two of you and rub over your bikini feeling you are already wet for him.

“Oooh yeah, babe. I like it, I like it” he says with a smile on his lips.

You let out a moan when he touches you making you sink your head into his neck giving him light kisses until it reaches his mouth, you softly scratch his beard both sides taking his glasses up to his head and come across his eyes like dark sea lost in lust.

He doesn't stop rubbing you, now with more intensity, you try to move to feel his bulge rising under his shorts, you open your legs wide under him.

He takes a chance and move the fabric to the side now massaging your clit in circles making you moan even more in between nibbling on your neck and earlobe.

He slides his index finger by bending to touch your g-spot right away and rubs his thumb on your clit, firm movements that make you moan loudly against his neck, while his free hand gently caresses your back.

You're close to cumming, Pedro whispers in your ear "cum for me, can you? I want you wet all day for me."

You just nod to him, moaning low again he shuts you up with a sloppy kiss groaning on each other mouths. Your left hand is scratching Pedro’s back and with the right one teasing him, pinching on his nipples..

Your orgasm comes fulminant as you slightly bite the same nipple that you were playing with your fingers seconds ago..

He releases a horny ouch saying things you can't even understand properly.

"sorry, I couldn't resist..you are..."

He shuts your mouth sticking his glistening fingers that were inside you seconds ago and say with a smile on his face "bite again and you'll see what happens to you, you little slut".

You suck on his fingers, you swirl your tongue around it, and bite the tip as he pulls it out.

"Maybe I want to know what happens, how far you can go…"

Pedro holds your throat with his left hand squeezing enough to take a moan from you, with his right hand he contours your back and undo the top part of your bikini and pulls down hard, you turn your head to see the piece of clothing fly a few inches away.

_luckily not to the dolphins_

But your head turns instantly with the light slap that Pedro gives on your cheek.

"Eyes on me, eyes on me!” he says in a hoarse voice.

Pedro holds your waist making you fall on your back on the couch "why you laughing? touch yourself, and don't stop until I get back. I'm serious!"

You just agree, your body trembles in anticipation, your fingers slide through your clit massaging in circles and looking to the side, watching Pedro move away.

He comes back quickly with a bowl full of strawberries, he stops in the middle of the way and looks at you, legs open, bikini to the side, your boobs being kissed by the morning sun. Pedro strokes through his shorts biting his lower lip and walks slowly to you, he puts his sunglasses back on, preventing you from knowing where his looking at.

"Are you hungry, beautiful? Cause I am, I'm hungry.."

Pedro sits down and you lay your legs over his lap, he draws circles around your thigh, sliding up to your bikini, your hands still slowly rubbing your swollen clit. Pedro takes your hand and puts your fingers in his mouth, sucking and moaning when he feels your taste.

He raises your legs and kneels between them and you ask whining "Please take your glasses off, let me see your eyes."

He laughs softly and replies "Calm down, cariño, my eyes are always on you."

He puts his glasses back on his head and then stretches his right hand and takes a strawberry from the bowl with ice and let it drip down your belly, giving you goosebumps making your back arch.

Pedro runs the tip of the strawberry through your stomach, going up to your nipples, he presses making you feel the ice melt against your hot skin. You close your eyes but open quickly when you feel the ardor of a slap on your left thigh..

"I thought I said eyes on me…"

Pedro bites on your nipple, pulling between his teeth, he runs the same berry on the other nipple and does the same thing, sucking, biting and licking while you run your fingers tightly through his fluffy hair.

Pedro goes down his mouth through your belly, biting and sucking on you, you feel his beard tickling your wet pussy. He looks into your eyes and slowly spits on your clit, the feeling of his saliva sliding through your skin is indescribable, he smiles and licks your pussy from bottom to top taking his saliva and your excitement all together, his mouth fits perfectly into your clit, sucking accurately.

You whine while holding his head, afraid that he will move away, Pedro growls against your pussy and fucks you with his tongue. He slides the strawberry down your clit and this makes you give him a loud moan, Pedro rubs the strawberry and then sucks on it repeatedly.

"Damn, this is the best match I could ever do" he rubs the strawberry again in your folds and brings the fruit to your lips "here…open your mouth! Taste it! Haha”

You open your mouth and bite the strawberry looking to the side chewing slowly with a slight face of disgust.

He says "are you kidding me?" Then a burnt slap on your right thigh that makes you choke on the strawberry.

"I was kidding Pey..." you say with a mouth full and laughing at the situation.

He lifts you up and hugs you tightly, squeezing your ass tightly and releasing one more slap on the other side.

You feel he is hard as a rock and you try to feel it between the two of you but he won't let you for now.

"Pedro, let me?"

He with a cold face says "no"

"Are you acting? Don’t even start pl..."

He interrupts you "no..." moving away from you picking up again his glass pouring a little of OJ and completing with brut.

"Do you want one like that too before I take you back to that room?”

You just wave a yes, trying not to laugh.

He fills your glass with brut and puts drops of juice.

“Cheers?”

And you laughing "cheers, my dear".

He takes his drink in two big gulps letting it drip on his neck and cleaning his mouth with his forearm.

“Andale, hermosa..”

You do take it in one saying "is it good for you?"

He arches his eyebrow by rubbing his thumb in the corner of your mouth "this is my girl, come with me.."

You let out a nervous smile as he hugs you from behind guiding you to the entrance of the room, rubbing his cock on your ass and sliding his hands over your tits and belly..

At the edge of the bed he turns you around and makes you sit, without thinking you pull him close and gives him lazy and wet kisses on his tummy..unbuttoning his shorts, going down with ferocity and gluttony.

While he massages your hair you run your tongue over his happy trail until you stop on his white boxers with his hard cock pointing to the left side pulsating asking to be released.

But you want him on the edge.

Sliding your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, threatening to go down but without leaving the line of his waist.

Every time you run your fingers around he squeezes your hair stronger moving his hips towards your mouth, the eye contact is made and he is looking at you with his mouth half-open just waiting for the next step.

You spot a wet stain of excitement on his underwear and it drives you crazy. There is no turning back. You nibble right on top making him moan involuntary while he intertwines his fingers in your hair even more.

"Do it, do it..." he speaks quietly without stopping.

You run your fingers through the waistband and pull down slowly, his cock heavily hits your face twitching and you grab him with your mouth by the swollen, pinksh head feeling the taste of precum running down the base.

Pedro lets out another low moan, moving his hip forward wanting more of your mouth.

“Yeah yeah yeah, like that babe..” he groans to you.

You hug him and squeeze his smooth peachy asscheeks and swallow him until you feel the tip of his cock hit your throat, making you choke.

You suck on him with intensity going up and down with your hands down his thighs, sometimes looking up to see his reaction.

He doesn't take his eyes off you, dark eyes full of horniness.

You climb one hand to the base of the cock stroking him and the other alternating licking and sucking on his balls making him moan even louder.. "do you want to kill me, beautiful?"

And with a hard lick over his cock hole you smile and whisper "yes babe…"

"Jesus Christ" Pedro growles and throws his head back his hand curling your hair, guiding the movements as he wants to fuck your throat.

"Like this babe just like this. FUCK, I love the sounds you make when you choke on my cock…"

You moan at his words, you feel the side vein of his cock pulsate and you can bet that he is close to cum, so you release his cock with a pop, running a finger through your mouth and cleaning the accumulated saliva. he looks at you from top to bottom, his lips half open, heavy breathing. Pedro pulls you by the hair to stand up, he kisses you hungry, his hands desperate to touch your whole body.

He slides two fingers inside your pussy, taking a loud moan, your head falls back with the feeling of him opening you, he kisses and nibbles your neck, going down to your nipples, pulling between his teeth when you beg for him...

"Please, please fuck me, I need your cock now"

Pedro looks at you with your nipple stuck between his teeth, he lets go and smiles giving one last lick on your needy skin.

“I like it when you beg for me." Giving you a wink.

In a second Pedro turns your back to him, his hand circling from your waist to your clit, the other hand holding your throat, he whisper in your ear.

"I want to hear you scream, no one will hear you or help you, sweetheart. Stay on all fours for me…” goosebumps takes over your body when you hear him threatning you like this. He puts his hands on your back and pushes you, your face glued to the mattress with your hands grabbing the pillows instantly and your knees barely supporting your trembling body.

"This vision is much much better...Damn cariño" then the snap of a slap, the burning on your ass from Pedro's hand hitting one, two, three, four times. He hits and stroke your skin right after, the last slap you feel Pedro distributing kisses through your burnt skin "you drive me crazy, you will be my death!" Pedro spits in you pussy and rubs his cock up and down your entrance, spreading the saliva, pre cum and all your excitement.

Pedro slides into you very slowly, making you feel every inch of him opening you, the slight discomfort mixing with the pleasure, he pulls back his cock until it is only the tip inside and before you whine for the absence he puts everything in a hard stroke moaning loudly your name grabbing your hips pulling you close, firm and short thrusts, your hands squeeze the pillows so hard, moaning his name, begging him to never to stop.

He slides his right hand down your back, his nails scratching your sweaty skin, slippery until he wraps your hair in his fist, pulling you by the back of the neck so that your back is glued to his chest. Pedro whispers dirty words in your ear, you can barely hear because the feeling of his cock buried in your pussy while his right hand holds your throat and the left stroking you. Pedro moans loudly in your ear, biting your shoulder licking your neck, he seems desperate for you.

_He is desperate for you, and you for him. _

Your hand goes over his hand that is in your throat, you squeeze more encouraging him

"Cum for me, I want to hear you scream" he releases your throat and holds your breasts squeezing your sensitive nipples. You cum screaming his name, feeling your body break into millions of little pieces, your vision getting blurred, your legs faltering.

"Pedro, please…"

"I know cariño, just one more, I want to feel you squeeze my cock once again"

Pedro takes his dick out of you and turns you around. Lying on your back he climbs on you, his cock twitching dripping with his excitement and yours. His panting, messy hair with a red chest flexing your knees to your belly he kisses you and slides in again, you hold his shoulders, moaning in his ear while his hands runs through ribs. Pedro looks you in the eyes, his forearms on each side of your head, his cock hitting your g-spot, he kisses you desperately, licks your mouth, swallows every moan and supplication that comes out of you.

You feel his lower belly rubbing against your clit, the almost unbearable overstimulation.

"Pedro, I'm going to cum... Oh my.. yyyyyyess"

"Yeah babe, cum on my cock, squeeze that cock"

You shout Pedro's name, his thrusts are now desperate, the sound of skin to skin drives you nuts and now he is only in search of his pleasure. Pedro moans deliciously in your ear, saying how well he feels inside you, how you squeeze him so hard. "Damn baby I'm going to cum in this tight pussy, squeeze my cock take everything" you feel him cumming inside you, the moans he releases, the words he says are pure porn, destroying you more and more.

"You're going to kill me, my god..” he says laughing with his face buried in your neck. Pedro moves his hips against yours a few more times and grumbles coming out of you, falling next to you on the bed, he pulls you close, laying his wet hair on your belly and his hands sliding up and down your arms, caressing the sweaty skin for a few.

He looks at you and you satisfied, you move down to kiss him, this time he's slow and sensual, his tongues dancing slowly. You lick and bite his lower lip. Pedro grows softly squeezing your ass.

He laughs and picks up his phone to check what time is it, you still have some privacy time before the captain comes back to pick you up.

"Are we going to the shower? I'm sticky and you smell like mimosas ha” he looks at you and kissing your lips he gets up and says "I have a better idea, put on your bikini again."

_Pedro's idea was simply for you to climb to the highest point of the yacht and jump into the sea._

"I promise I'll hold you, no sharks" he says laughing as he hugs you, slowly pushing you to the edge

"Oh my God... Fuck it, let's go!" Pedro screams and jumps with you in his arms.

He holds you in his arms, his legs wrapped around your waist, his hands on the back of your neck. The cold water relaxing you two.

"I didn't want you to leave," he says softly as he looks at your purple lips cause the cold water, you whisper a “me too…”

Pedro kisses you, and this time the kiss is completely different from all the others. You smile at each other, watching the captain's boat approach.

The rest of the day is kinda quiet, captain takes you back to the island and after lunch you fall asleep together while looking at the clouds through the hotel room window.

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This Is It - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

okey, i know the orders are closed but the defeat of Brazil leads me to want one where neymar is comforted by his wife.

you are one of the only people who writes about it and I LOVE the way you do. ☆

Author's Note: Thank you for requesting it. I'm still affected by the defeat, however, I decided to write about it right now while I'm still experiencing these emotions. I only said one thing to Neymar before the game. Don't overthink, just enjoy it and give your best. He was extremely nervous, he kept glancing at me during the breaks the whole time. I always gave him a smile and cheered for him, letting him know he's doing amazing. When Neymar scored, I became the happiest person alive. I was confident we could win it. Neymar seemed more relieved, he still tried to remain calm and didn't do any dancing celebrations. It all came down to penalties. I hate penalties. Neymar hates penalties, too. He hates the idea of a penalty deciding everything, probably because of the pressure he feels when he has to shoot. Brazil takes the first penalty and misses. This is devastating. Neymar looks extremely worried and anxious, as do the rest of the team. Croatia manages to score. It all comes down to Marquinhos. He needs to score the penalty for a winning chance. He gets to the ball, he shoots it, he misses. I drop down on my seat. I hear cheering all around me from the other team's fans. I can't believe this happened. Brazil lost. Neymar lost, he didn't even get the chance to shoot. I can't hold my feelings inside anymore and I begin to tear up. I look down at the field and spot Neymar sitting on the field with is head on his hands. This sight broke my heart. I can't contain myself anymore and I decide to go down to him. I go behind him and hug him from the back, standing behind him on my knees. He can tell it's me. He keeps his head down and sobs uncontrollably. "Ney..." I hug him tighter. He doesn't respond he just keeps crying. I decide to go around in front of him and face him. I take his face on my hands and try to get him to look at me. "Amor, look at me." I can't stop my own tears from falling, I place my forehead against his. He grabs my shoulders and hides his face in the crook of my neck. I feel his tears on my chest. I rub his back and kiss his shoulder repeatedly. I want to get him out of the field and calm him down. I know what he's thinking. He thinks he's a failure, he thinks he's worthless. "Ney, amor. It's okay. You did amazing, bebê. You gave all you had, I know you didn't hesitate once. You took all your chances, amor. You should be proud of yourself." I say to him, we're still in the same position, he's not moving or reacting to my words, he just keeps crying. "Let's go sit inside and calm down, Ney. Okay, yeah? Can we do that?" I ask him, hoping he will agree. I see Dani coming up to us and rubbing Neymar's back, he tries to comfort him but fails. I ask Dani to help me make Ney stand up.

We go inside the hall and all the players head to the changing room. As soon as we are out of camera's sight, Neymar turns to me and wraps his arm around me, continuing to cry.

"I could've done more. This wasn't supposed to end like this." he speaks for the first time since the loss.

"You gave it all you had, Ney. Everything. Your heart, your soul, you talent, everything. Please, don't blame yourself. Please, amor." I kiss his neck.

"No, I didn't. If I did, I would've been over there celebrating our win. Not here, feeling defeated."

"Yes, you did. You fucking did, Ney."

I let go from the hug and grab his hand, leading him to the changing room. I decide to wait outside the door for him.

"You go in there and change so we can go home and just lay together and sleep, you need to rest. I will wait right here for you." he nods and leaves.

Once he comes out, he reaches for my hand and we walk towards the exit to the parking lot. I can tell he's still extremely disappointed, which is expected. I can't stand to see him like this. I want him to get over this as soon as possible. He deserves every good thing in this world.

"Ney?" I look up to him as we're walking towards the car.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't make this harder on yourself. I need you to know that you're the best player, the best team mate, the best person out there. I love you with all my heart. I'm so proud of you. I'm proud of you every single day."

He cracks a small smile to me for the first time ever, which is enough for me. He stops and leans in to kiss me.

"Thank you for being here, I love you, Y/N. With all my heart."

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illusionsdelusions101 · 3 months

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hey! could you do a fic wheres reader is from a very small town in Brazil and she was bullied, and them one day she appears with jude and people freak out? something like that? God bless ❤

Looks~Jude Bellingham

A/N: Kinda switched it up but i hope it’s good enough :) thank you for requesting!

You were criticised for everything. Everything that you wore, How you wore your hair, makeup and things upon things. It’s a little silly for 20 year olds to bully other people, really. But it makes people feel better about themselves. When attending uni in your small town, Viçosa, you often found people staring at you. And not in a “She’s so pretty!” kind of way. More in a “Oh. Ew.” kind of way. That brought you down everyday. Yes, your family wasn’t one of these people. sure some relatives were… not so kind but in the end, you loved your close family. They always had your back.

After a day at uni, and getting shamed to the core, crying in your dorm felt very good right now. Except your dad called you just last second to ask you to come over because he had news to share. After whining while cleaning your makeup up, you walk out of the dorm. Getting looks, you were used to now, there was a certain group that would actually say it to your face, sure you ignored it always because what was this? High school? Yet their words still hurt. Unfortunately for you, you passed them on your way out. Whispering how ugly you are and stuff like that while you passed them was truly horrible. The lump in your throat growing stronger, you rush to your car and take a few deep breathes. After you’ve somewhat calmed yourself down, you start the car and you’re on your way to your house.

When you arrive, your father greets you with an excited look. “Come to the living room!” He ushers you into the room with your mom, brother and dog. You sit on the couch and your dad stands in front of you all. “Guys… I GOT US TICKETS TO THE REAL MADRID GAME!” He throws his hands up in the air. You guys all stand up and start cheering, your family are big fans of Real Madrid, including yourself. “Where’s the match?” Your brother asks. “It’s the Maracanã stadium, it’s a 5 hour drive so we’ll leave early in the morning and then get some rest and go to the match then. We’re gonna stay for two days so pack light. We leave on Saturday.” It’s Thursday today so you had time to pack. It’s gonna be a great match.

~Day of Match~

You guys arrive to the stadium, getting into your seats and spectating the match. You were so glad that you were away from school, you genuinely never wanted to go back there. As you watch the match, you spot Jude Bellingham, your celebrity crush. Your eyes keep on him as he moves with the ball, sometimes trying to make eye contact with him when he looks at the stands, but you had no success.

Real Madrid won 3 nil, as you were getting up, you told your family you were going to go to the bathroom. As you were looking around for one, you hit someone’s chest. “Oh, sorry!” You look up and it’s the infamous Jude Bellingham. “You’re not supposed to be here, this area is restricted.” He says, bored. Like he’s done this too many times. He looks around, not even at you. “Apologies, i’ll leave.” You say shyly. You already screwed up your chance with THE Jude Bellingham. Great. Life is going just great. He looks down at you and a sparkle comes to his eyes. “Um, it’s okay. Why were you here? Trying to get an autograph?” He winks at you. You blush. “No, just trying to find the bathroom…” He points to his right, a female toilet sign on a door. “Thank you. I’ll be out as soon as I can.” You nod. “Wait. Do you live in Brazil?” He grabs your forearm before you go in. “Yeah. I do.” You gulp. “Awesome, how about we get a drink? After you go to the bathroom, of course.” He chuckles. You stutter. Jude.. Bellingham. And.. You? What a joke. Jude is quite the prankster you heard but worth a shot, right? “Sure.” You smile and go into the bathrooms.

You and Jude went out for that drink and ended up having a great time. You exchanged numbers, he was staying in Brazil for a little longer because there was another match. You guys went on multiple dates, dinner, arcade, walking along the beaches, everything. But you never brought him to your dorm or home at all. What would people say? They’d probably say that’s he’s with you for pity. Or maybe you paid him. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you lay on your bed back home. You hear a knock at the door and go and open it. Jude. With roses in hand. “What.. How are you here? I didn’t tell you my address?” You usher him in, making sure nobody saw. “Well hello to you too love. You did tell me by the way, you were just piss drunk.” He chuckles. You blush slightly. “Anyways, I thought we could do something before I go back to Spain.” He smiles sadly. You frown. “But cheer up, sweetheart. I heard that there was a party going on! So we’re going!” He puts the roses on your coffee table and claps his hands. “We- we are?” You chuckle sheepishly. “Yeah! Why not? Last time you picked so we’re going to this one!” Oh. Fuck. Yeah this wasn’t gonna end well, you could tell.

Jude wore his grey tracksuit and you wore jeans and a hoodie. You guys walk inside of the house and you could already see people crowding around Jude, taking out their phones and taking pictures, the crowd drifted you guys apart. Well fuck. You could see that group of friends come towards you. “You came here with Jude? What, did you pay him?” Julie (sorry if your name is Julie, i just thought of a random name 😭) snickers. You cross your arms over your chest. “Look, just leave, i’ll take Jude.” She twirls her hair between her fingers. You were about to take a step back when you hit someone behind you. You look up, about to apologise when you realised it’s Jude. “Sorry what were you saying about my girlfriend?” He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. Julie looks up at him. “Nothing Jude-“ “Don’t call me by my first name.” he spits. “That’s so pathetic of you, bullying another person because of what? You’re insecure? Makes you popular?” He grips your waist, him other hand in a fist. “Just so you all know!” He shouts. The party quickly dies down. “If any of ye bully my girlfriend or anybody else, you’re just sad people. You have no life if you do that kind of shit. Grow up, stop acting 12 and act your fucking age.” He says loudly when it turns

quiet. You hear hums of agreement and the party quickly picks back up into its loud booming noise.

“Thank you Jude.” You whisper. “Of course babe, why didn’t you tell me before that people shane you like that?” He holds your hand. “I didn’t want to seem like a bother.” You lay your head on his chest. “Don’t ever say that, what do they usually judge you about?” He asks. “Looks, grades, speech, you know, the typical stereotypical high school bully.” You crack a smile. He chuckles and walks you outside. You walk down the side walk and he makes you face him under a street light.

“You’re gorgeous babe, you’re so smart and sure you stutter but you can’t help it. If anyone gives you looks, i’m here and i’ll beat them up for you.” He grins and you laugh.

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hookhausenschips · 7 months

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Four

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 2,930

Summary: Azha enjoying her girls vacation until a fight with Lando happens.

Warnings: talks of dangerous acts, tiddies, Brazil GP, nakedness

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Asha’s POV

It’s been two weeks since I was at the Grand Prix in Austin. I flew back home afterward and spent some time with family. Going to car meets, seeing old friends, and just enjoying life offline. But here I am on a plane with my two best friends heading to the islands to start my summer break. Ever since the Grand Prix, so many people have followed my account and my comments are flooded. Some are worse than others, especially the Lando girlies. They don’t bother me but I’ve had to limit my comments or just turn them off in general. Thankfully my other account is private, but they’ve all constantly requested to follow. I sigh and look out the window of the private jet at the night sky. Soon those worries will be long gone and I will be soaking up the sun in a new place. Nova and Sariyah were fast asleep at the back of the plane. Lando and I have been talking a lot lately. Whether it’s both of us checking in on the other or just simple conversations.

I can’t deny I do miss his presence. His corny jokes, his smile, that boisterous laugh, everything I guess. He’s made an everlasting impact on my life without even trying. Speak of the devil, my phone lights up with his face. A FaceTime. I answer, “Hey, what’s up?” I ask quietly. “Just called to see how the flight’s going.” He shrugged. I could see he was in his hotel bed, wearing his infamous grey hoodie. “It’s fine I guess. Nova and Sariyah are asleep. I’ve tried but can’t seem to.” I reply. He nodded. “Sorry, I couldn’t come to Brazil,” I whispered. “It’s okay. Max, P, and the others are here. Although it’s not the same without you here.” He spoke. “Yeah, I saw that Max said he’d play Rich Baby Daddy if you win, think that’ll happen?” I ask. He huffed a laugh, “God I hope not. I would love a win of course but him playing that whether I’m on podium or after? Absolutely not.” I nodded smiling. “It’s a sprint again right?” I asked. “Yeah another one, the last one for the season. Thank god. Then two more races left.” He said. “Ah yeah, I heard about Vegas. You excited?” I said while getting comfy again in my seat. “I mean kind of? It’s Vegas so yeah that’s fun plus a circuit none of us have raced so there's potential for someone other than Verstappen to win.” He trailed off. “But?” I asked. “But I feel it’s going to be over the top just because it’s Vegas.” He sighed. I nodded, and we continued to talk about the upcoming race.

“I mean yeah the fans have been terrible but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve dealt with these things since I could remember.” I told him. “So that’s why you’ve turned off your comments?” He questioned. I nodded, “And on my stories too. I’ve had Kiara take care of that account. I’m going to take a break from it while I’m on my summer break. I’ll still be on the other one. Thankfully none of them have infiltrated that. Lord knows what would happen.” I said. “Yeah, you still haven’t taken me to the street life.” Lando changed the subject. “Well let me know your schedule and I’ll make it happen,” I say. “When are you three coming back?” “Um, I think after the Vegas Grand Prix unfortunately,” I reply. “Oh okay.” He whispered. “I’m sorry Lando. That’s the time we paid for out here.” I said even though the girls and I had planned on attending to surprise the Brit. “It’s okay, maybe after the race?” He asked. I nodded, “If it works for you.” Silence surrounded the call. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more like contempt. I could see he was fighting sleep, “Lando go to sleep. You can always call me later.” I whisper. He shook his head, “You’ll be busy on your girl’s vacation.” He spoke. I look up hearing a noise and see Nova sit down across from me. I look back to the boy on my screen, “You know I’ll always answer. You need the rest.” I say. “Just a few more minutes? I haven’t seen your face in forever.” He replied sleepily. “That was so cheesy. But okay fine, you get three minutes Norris and then I’m hanging up.” I smiled. All I heard were soft snores as a reply. I put my phone on mute and then placed it on the armrest of my seat.

Nova looks at me with a smirk on her face. “What?” I question her. “You like him.” She replied sitting back in her seat. “And what makes you think that Londyn?” I roll my eyes. “Well for one you two are so touchy feelly. Two, the way you look at him. Azha I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since Giannis. And god you two are almost flirting whether either of realize you’re doing it or not.” She listed. Lando and I had always been touchy in our friendship since maybe day three. “I’m always touchy with everyone, you know touch is my main love language.” I counter. “You’re more touchy with him though. You two might not see it but you both are so into each other. You care deeply for him.” She spoke. “Nova, we’ve only been friends for what four months? Almost five? I don’t have feelings for Lando. I’m sure he doesn’t either. He could have any girl in the world, why would he choose a street racer/borderline criminal?” I replied. “So you’ve thought about it?” She smiled. I roll my eyes, “That’s not what I said.” I said beginning to get frustrated. “Can we just forget this and focus on our vacation? I have enough people criticizing or telling me things in my career and life. I don’t need you to start too.” I cross my arms and look back at my phone seeing the boy we speak of still asleep.

We finally landed in Jamaica at 12:30 pm, our first stop, and made it to our Air B&B. It was beautiful with a view of the ocean by the pool and jacuzzi. I text Lando congrats on Pole for the shootout after watching on the plane. Of course after falling asleep for a few hours. I went to my room and opened my suitcase to change into my bikini. Grabbing my neon yellow one I change into it and head down poolside with my phone. I sat on one of the sun beds then I texted Lando to see if he was free. My phone began to ring, and I answered immediately. “Hey Mr Sprint Pole.” I smiled. Lando was in his driver’s room still in his suit. “Hey yourself Miss Island Princess. How is it?” He asked. “We just arrived a few minutes ago. Here I’ll show you the view.” I say standing up and switching to my back camera. His eyes shined in awe, “And that’s from the pool?” He questioned. “Yeah. I mean it’s not Brazil. But it’ll do. Feels good.” I replied then turned the camera back around. “How is Brazil anyway? Having any fun, and no I’m not talking about the race.” I ask him. “It’s great, I can’t really complain.” He replied, I heard a voice in the background I couldn’t quite make out. “Hey, can I call you after the sprint? Gotta get going.” He said. “No yeah of course. Good luck and again, Congrats Lando.” I said. “Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He said. I said my goodbyes and hung up. Time to watch the sprint and soak up the Jamaican sun.

“Dude no fucking way you’re not going to be wifed up looking like that,” Sariyah said as she and Nova walked down to the pool. “If it’s not Lando I doubt she’ll fold,” Nova remarked. “Ooo do tell,” Sariyah replied as the two sat on the sunbather to the right of mine. I roll my eyes, “There’s nothing to tell. Nova is just talking out of her ass.” I told them. Then went back to watching the Sprint on my phone. I could hear the two whispering. “You’re not going to play matchmaker. We’re here for us. No guys, no drift racer bullshit, nada.” I told them, not taking my eyes off my phone. “So if I told you there was a car meet tonight, you would say no?” Sariyah inquired. I sighed. I could feel the two grinning knowing they already won me over. “What time?” I asked. “9:30 baby. Wear something hot.” Nova teased. Before they could say more I jumped up screaming. “P2!!! He did it! He got P2!” I cheered. As I jumped around I could hear Nova whisper to Sariyah, “Yeah she’s totally not into him.”

Later that night

Walking into the parking lot where the meet is I spot so many beautiful cars. It feels weird not showing up with our cars. We’re just spectators tonight. I haven’t been in that position in years. Nova grabbed my hand, “You look nervous. Relax it’s not like we’re racing for slips.” She spoke. “Nothing wrong with being cautious. Yeah granted we don’t have our cars but we don’t know anyone here. Something could pop off.” I replied. “We’re letting loose tonight. We’ll be fine babe.” Nova said. I nodded and sighed, here goes nothing.

The Next Day

Rolling over in my bed I groan, my joints aching. Thank god for no hangovers. I open my eyes to see the sun shining through the sliding door. How the hell did we get back? I sit up in bed trying to remember the night. What the fuck? I move the blanket to search for my phone, I hear a thud hit the carpet, and peek over the bed. I snatched it and tried turning it on. It flashed saying it needed charging. I groaned again and grabbed my charger. I sit back on the bed and watch as my phone powers on. Immediately it starts dinging repeatedly. I turn off the ringer. Many missed calls, texts, FaceTimes, dms. You name it. Most are from Lando, Ria, and Max in our group chat. I start to sift through the messages. I replied to them as much as I could, and then my phone started ringing. It was Lando. I answered and was met with his face twisted in worry. “Thank God you're okay. Do you not know how to use your phone?” He asked. “Lando, Lando slow down I just woke up. My phone was dead, I just plugged it in.” I replied. He finally looked at the screen and his face immediately turned pink, “Um. Azha you’re a little uh.” He stuttered. I looked at the screen where my picture was, I screamed hanging up and throwing my phone. Lando had just seen my naked chest. I didn’t even realize I was fully naked. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. How embarrassing. I mean it could’ve been worse, I remember once sending this random guy my nudes and certain videos while drunk on accident. Thankfully that guy wasn’t the type to post them everywhere. Okay, Azha just breathe you’re going to have to face him soon, get it over with now so it’s not awkward in the future. Before I could grab my phone to call him back the girls bust down my door.

“YOU SHOWED LANDO YOUR TITS??!” Sariyah yelled. I collapsed back into the pillows and yelled frustratedly into them. “It was an accident, how the fuck was I supposed to know I’m naked. I don’t even remember getting home last night.” I told them as they sat on the bed with me. “Wait how the hell do you know he seen them.” I inquired crossing my arms. “Max texted Nova who was asleep and I was using her phone to go through the videos and stuff from last night when the message came through. He said ‘Lando is freaking out, he seen Azha’s boobs on accident. He didn’t mean to and now he thinks she’s mad’ And I freaked out waking up Nova.” Sariyah explained. I could crawl into a hole and die. “Text him back and tell him that I’m not mad at Lando. And that I will call him back right now. You two have to be quiet though please.” I sighed. The two nodded and Nova replied to Max. Sariyah handed my phone back to me and I made sure I was covered by the comforter before calling Lando back.

“Azha I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have looked that was a total invasion of privacy.” Lando rambled and I could tell he was pacing in his hotel room. “Lando.” I spoke, “I understand if you’re upset, I would be too if someone just randomly seen my dick without the actual sex part.” He continued. “Lando,” I spoke louder as Nova and Sariyah covered their mouths to hide their giggles. “I mean they’re nice. I’m sure the piercings and tattoos hurt but they’re nice too. Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that. Not saying they’re ugly but that’s the last thing I should be saying.” He rambled more. “Lando!” I yelled. He finally stopped and looked at his phone. “It’s fine. It’s my fault, I should’ve checked before answering. I’m not mad. Embarrassed and every other synonym? Yeah absolutely. Stop freaking out okay?” I say. “Also thanks for the compliment, they weren’t that bad. You should get some.” I teased, and he blushed again. I could hear Max, P, and Ria laughing in the background. “Were the tattoos a drunken idea?” He asked. I smiled, “No actually, it was either that or a tramp stamp from a dare years ago. So barbed wire hearts it was. Why get a tramp stamp when you could get a spine tattoo or full-blown backpiece.” I replied. “Anyways. As you can see, I’m alive. So are the girls, we’re fine no more worrying grandma.” “Yeah very much alive.” He replied sarcastically. I ignore his sarcasm. “Congratulations on the sprint by the way,” I say. “Quit changing the subject. You could’ve died last night.” He said, his eyes shined with frustration. “Lando I walk that line of death every time I sit down in my drift car or even just my cars when I’m street racing. You’re overreacting. See?” I explain propping my phone on the blanket and moving my arms. “Very much alive,” I say. “Azha you scared us last night. That’s not okay and to try and dumb it down like it’s nothing is literal insanity. Have fun on the rest of your trip.” He spoke, and before I could say anything he hung up. I look at Nova and Sariyah, “He’s overreacting right?.” I questioned the two. They looked at each other and then back to me, “Girl he might be right on this one.” Sariyah said passing me her phone showing the videos from last night, I played each one as my face twisted in shock and horror. Oh my god.

Today we are leaving Jamaica to surprise the group in Vegas for the Grand Prix. I haven’t talked to Lando since our fight damn near a week ago. If you could even call it a fight. More like just him trying to play dictator of my life. I texted him to wish him a happy birthday but all I got in response was being left on read. I don’t blame him but he can’t yell at me for my actions when it also applies to my racing, both kinds. He has no right to act like that. Yes, it was dangerous but I knew deep down I was safe. The street life with the right people is always safe because they make sure you’re safe. He wouldn’t understand that. Sariyah and Nova say I need to apologize, if I were in his shoes I would react the same way. But that’s the thing I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t tell someone how they should live their life or how to spend their vacation. I zipped up my suitcase and looked around the bedroom. We didn't go out much after that night. Well, I didn't, I stayed here at the villa either swimming in the pool, sunbathing, walking down to the beach, or lounging around the house. I didn't need the added stress of Lando trying to be my father once again.

A knock on the doorway interrupted my thoughts, “Hey you ready to go? The Uber is here.” Nova said. I nodded then grabbed my suitcase and followed her downstairs. “Have you guys talked yet?” she asked. I shook my head, “No not even a thanks when I wished him ‘happy birthday’. I can just feel how awkward this Vegas thing is going to be. Hopefully, he's gotten over it. I sure have.” I spoke as we climbed into the Uber. “Has he talked to either of you?” I asked the two. “Yeah he has,” Sariyah said. I nodded, of course. Why does that not surprise me, ignore me but talk to my two best friends. Whatever I'll just hang with Ria and P while we’re there. Try to avoid Lando as much as I can since he clearly also wants nothing to do with me.

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lionheartedmusings · 9 months

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anyway i hope the kids come back soon because when everyone goes to brazil the most active people around are gonna be q!tubbo and q!bad and i would rather eat both my hands than have to deal with those two for like 5 days alone in their shared enclosure

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #q!tubbo #i am simply not strong enough #djhsjsjsjd GIVE US THE CHILDREEEEEEN

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 7 months

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Intouchables and Last Twilight

Part II

So, as I suspected the similarities between these two works continued with the second episode. Because of the preview I was already expecting that to be the case when Mork started to work at the house. This episode only really mirrors the film in the first scene but since I did this last week, I thought I'd just do it once more. Also because I have a feeling that this will be the episode where the similarities end. Last Twilight being a BL, and the film being very much not, I think any similarities from here on will be very mild, if at all. By this point I think everyone is familiar with the film I'm talking about, if not go check part 1 here, or even better, go see the film.

The similarities in this episode are really only present in the first scene of the episode. I almost didn't make this post, but then I thought, might as well.

So the second episode of Last Twilight begins with Mork arriving for his first day of work.

So as soon as he enters the house, just like Driss he's given a tour and the specifics about what's expected of him.

Again, obviously there are differences, because Philippe lives in a palatial estate and Day lives in a house.

I also found it interesting that both Philippe and Day had a bad night just before Driss and Mork were coming in.

Another similarity was how both Philippe and Day had really high hopes for their carers. Although their motives are very different.

And this is basically where the parallels end.

For a couple of different reasons.

Philippe and Day's disabilities are very distinct. Which also means that Driss and Mork's jobs are very different.

Their willingness to have a caretaker at all is the complete opposite of each other. Also because of the above point.

And, of course, this is a BL.

So that's pretty much it for episode 2. If I missed anything, please let me know. Also since this is a post about parallels in Last Twilight, I just wanted to share another film that I think shares some similarities with LT.

Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho / The Way He Looks (2014 Brazil)

This scene completely brought me back to Hoje eu quero voltar sozinho. Of course there are a lot of similiarities between this two pieces. And both @appleswithhoneyarethebest and @grapejuicegay talk about some of them here. [Just like last week, I urge you to watch both these films.]

#last twilight #last twilight the series #Intouchables #thai bl #hoje eu quero voltar sozinho #rose rambles

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redfoxwritesstuff · 2 months

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Sunflower: Book 1, chapter 15

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Our flashback is a bit.. Uhum. Steamy? AN: Do we get our conversation? How childish will Mia be? Can she act like a goddamn adult? LETS FIND OUT!

Masterlist

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It had been four days. Four long, slow days. Four days where Mia could try to think without the overwhelming presence of a stranger in her space. Four days where Mia found herself longing for that presence.

Tom had been gone for four days and it had been twenty four hours since she had heard from Tom. Radio silence filled the air, though she tried to drown it out with music, television and conversations. How could silence gnaw at her heart in the very same way as the insane devotion that radiated off him did?

He was busy. He was working. He was… not here. And that bothered her. A lot. It shouldn’t, but it did. And that killed her. Not physically, but god did she kind of wish it did.

She wasn’t clingy typically but she couldn’t help it. This was his fault. He demanded that she invest. How could she not when he insisted on finding any crack in her heart to worm his way in and try to find purchase to take root.

He had made her think he was different. Hell, he had all but said he was different.

This was supposed to be different.

But here she was, four days alone.

Sally was asleep and the apartment was large, empty and frigidly silent. She had worked a early shift and tomorrow had a late one. Exhaustion was deep in her bones but she needed to stay up way too late tonight.

What was it like to have someone to be at home with, to not be alone in the silence of the night when she had no choice but play chicken with the morning light?

A ping from her phone caught her attention. Glancing at it, she saw it was just another news push notification. It wasn’t a feature she wanted but it was installed automatically with the latest software update. There was enough in her life to be anxious about without getting 24 hour updates every day of the year on what god awful thing was happening in another state or country. It had been a few weeks but she hadn’t been able to figure out how to turn it off.

It was just a matter of time until she figured it out though. She swore it. Every time it had gone off it had given her false hope that he finally sent something, she swore she’d figure it out.

This was ridiculous.

The reason for the radio silence was obvious. She had been right and he realized it. It was that simple. No need to pine, question and dance like a goddamn schoolgirl.

With time away, Tom realized that everything Mia had said Saturday morning was right. In a few days or a few weeks she would get a notice from some lawyer initiating the annulment. Would he cancel the card he left for her to use?

It’s not like it was hard to replace, really. It was just a credit card, he obviously could live without the physical card for a while. How hard would it really be on him if he changed his mind?

“Some promise that was.” Mia tossed the card absently onto the end table next to her.

Ping.

Ignore it. There was no point in checking. It wasn’t him. it was never him.

Okay, she was being a bit dramatic. Really dramatic, maybe. She didn’t know. It was dumb. She was being dumb. It was too soon to decide he ghosted her.

“Fuck,” She slumped back on the couch. “I guess I’ll be able to say I got ghosted by an actor.”

Ping.

She couldn’t help it, she grabbed her phone knowing exactly what she’d find. It would be a second news story of little to no importance to her day to day life. An auto accident near by that slowed traffic patterns or a missing person on the other side of the country. A storm in Brazil or a heatwave in India. It would be a protest in China. It would be nothing.

It was a text message from contact Tom.

“Can I call?” The message read. Another followed, “It’s late, I know.”

She sent a single k back and waited for the other shoe to drop. There was nearly no wait for the phone to come to life in her hand. She hadn’t added a picture to his contact, it was just Tom H lighting up her screen.

Nothing more.

She took a deep breath and answered, “Hello,”

“Is everything alright?” Tom’s tone was difficult to pinpoint.

“Yeah-” She cleared her throat and sat up. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Just lay it on me.”

“Lay what on you?” Tom sounded confused and that confused her. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t said anything, all day.” Her eyes burned and her throat felt tight. She needed air. The apartment was suffocating as she stood.

“It has been a minute, I suppose.” He was picking his words carefully.

“Can you just- why are you calling?” The glass door slid closed behind her. If Tom was going to do whatever she wanted to not have to worry about Sally waking up for it.

“I wanted to talk to you?” Tom sounded unsure, on the other side of the country he had found himself off balance.

“About what?” Mia felt the anger sweeping in to push away her sadness. It wasn’t healthy but it was a bad habit that she often found solace in. Anger was safe. For her at least, not those in her way.

“You’re upset with me?”

“Stop asking questions.” Mia snapped. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to make sure you got the couch alright.” Tom’s voice was starting to pull tight. “Why did you think I wanted to call?”

“To tell me I was right.” Mia’s voice cracked. This was it, their first fight was going to happen and it hadn’t even been two weeks. “To tell me…”

Tom’s tone changed from the defensive and softened considerably. He may not be able to read her mind but he knew she was hurting. “I’m not calling to ask for an annulment. Why on earth did you think that?”

“You never texted back. You stopped talking and I just- It’s been over a day and it’s been slowing down. It was just-” she clamped down on the words as her voice threatened to give away how close she was to tears, that safe anger winking out in her shame.

“You missed me?” his voice was so soft. “I got absorbed in work. I’m sorry.”

“No, no.” Mia forced a chuckle. It was all a misunderstanding. She was acting like a love sick schoolgirl. She was a grown ass woman married to a grown ass man. She shouldn’t be crying and thinking their marriage is over just because he didn’t text her for a day. “I swear- I’m not clingy.”

“It’s alright.” Somewhere on the other side of the universe, he sat down heavily on the too big bed. “Things are new and delicate. I’m just as guilty for not being aware.” Silence ticked on. While they had texted while he was away (until it stopped) they hadn’t actually talked on the phone.

“I saw part of your interview.” Mia wasn’t sure why she said it.

“Which one?” Tom asked, his voice warming to life. “What did you think?”

“The one where you talked about me.”

“Did I- Was what I said alright?” Tom wasn’t totally sure which one she was talking about but he didn’t want to complicate things more.

“I don’t like lying.” Mia said. “I know why you need to but I don’t like it.”

“It’s not really lying, its just implying different and reinforcing our privacy.” That still sounded like lying to Mia but she let it go. She was pretty sure he more than implied they knew eachother for longer than a night in the segment she watched anyway.

He could lie so easily and didn’t even agree with her on the definition of lying. The fact that he played pretend well enough to do it for a living showed he was good at telling lies too.

Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts away. Tom had never given her a reason to think he would lie to her. He has been earnest and honest from the moment they woke up Saturday.

“Hiding parts of my private life is just a fact of my life. If I want to hold anything back for myself without the public picking it apart, it needs to be protected from them.”

“I know.” Mia sighed as she leaned against the railing. The fight felt like it had been narrowly avoided.

“It’s people in my life I tell the truth but to protect the people in my life I don’t tell the world the whole truth.”

“I know, I know-”

“It’ll take time to get used to.”

Silence filled the air again. This time it didn’t have that same icy chill to it. She had missed him and that scared her.

“Tom?” Her heart beat too hard in her chest. Did he miss her? Even just a little?

He hummed on the other side of the universe and she wondered what he was doing. They had a time difference of three hours. It was late for her but even later for him. Was he preparing to go to bed? Was he just getting in from a night on the town?

“What is it?” He asked after she failed to say anything.

She wanted to tell him she missed him. She wanted to ask when he was going to come back. She hated it.

“Don’t be a stranger.” God, that was so lame. Out of everything she could have said, that’s what she came up with?

“I have been, haven’t I?” It was Mia’s turn to be silent. She wasn’t sure what to say. It was weird to be married to a man she didn’t know.

“I mean, what’s what we kind of still are, aren’t we?” It was the best she could come up with to say.

“I’m sorry. I’d gotten busy and fallen away from texting you. I- Luke tacked on a few appearances. The trip got extended. Usually it’s nothing, I didn’t think anything of it. Until I did. But by then- I didn’t know what to say.”

The ability to apologize was not one that Mia had seen much in the men that had spent time in her life. It reassured her that he could do something as simple as say ‘sorry’.

“I should be back by Friday.” Tom said, sounding sure. Just as sure as he had sounded before he left. “I promise.”

“Don’t.” Mia’s voice came harder than she intended. “Don’t promise if you don’t have control over keeping it.”

“Mia-”

“I need to get to bed. Work tomorrow.”

What moments of warmth they had shared during the call had cooled. Would it always be like this? She hoped not. Could she ever feel safe enough to stop icing him out as soon as things warmed up?

“I’ll call again tomorrow?” Tom fell back on the hotel bed. This call had not gone how he intended but who’s fault was that? He should have just told her when the plan changed.

“If you want.” She didn’t know what else to say as she stepped back into the apartment, locking the sliding door behind her.

“I do want.” Tom hesitated, “It’s good to hear your voice. To talk to you. I missed you.”

She didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t say anything. Her heart pounded in her chest and her hands trembled. “Goodnight, Tom.” Was what she managed to squeak out before disconnecting the call.

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Tom pressed her against the door. His hand was large and firm against her waist, holding her right where he wanted. Fumbling, with his wallet trapped in his pocket, he struggled with the other hand. His pants were tight around his hips and his current state of mind didn’t help matters.

Her nails scratched at the hair at the back of his neck as she clung to him. It felt like she was floating, swimming through a sea of desire and alcohol. She needed him. She wanted him. “Hurry.”

“Got it.” The wallet slipped out. It was a struggle to flip it open with one hand, then find the hotel keycard. In the process of getting the card out, he dropped the leather wallet to the floor.

His breath was hot in her ear. Lips worked, leaving harsh kisses along her neck. As he worked the card into the slot, he moved his hand from her waist to her breast, stopping for a firm squeeze that had a soft moan slip from her lips.

“I need you.” She whimpered as the door beeped, denying entry.

“Who do you need?” Tom asked as he flipped the card around, trying different sides hoping one would work.

“My husband.” That set fire to him.

The door beeped the correct tune this time, granting them entry. Tom hooked the door handle with his hand, slapping it down clumsily after yanking the card from the door. The door swung open, no longer providing a solid surface to support their weight.

Tom held her up with a arm flung around her waist as they stumbled in. He kicked blindly, relying on feel alone to help him ensure he kicked his wallet somewhere into the room.

“My wife.” Tom breathed as he kicked the door shut behind them. Alone at last.

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