24 REASONS I LOVE YOU!
some Lando Norris fluff headcanons🧡
scenario: 24 reasons you love Lando for his 24th birthday
warning:
pai’s words: happiest birthday to our papaya man, may health and joy fill your days 🧡
1. His laugh
It’s not supposed to be funny, especially not to you, but it’s early in the morning and you’ve spent the night playing video games with him, not resting for a minute or two. With a tired mind and bleary eyes, you stare as your character gets ejected off the track for the nth time this game, the lakitu riding a cloud getting you back on the track. Only for your Daisy to fall a few meters later. This plants the last nail in the coffin and Lando lets his explosive giggles fall free from his mouth, slapping his thigh and doubling over. You’re frustrated, tired and cranky, so really, this shouldn’t make you laugh. But he’s almost rolling in the floor, and his laugh is so contagious, filling the room with its high pitched tone, and suddenly you’re cackling with him as the race is still going on, both of your characters stopped in the middle of the track.
2. His eyes
The storm is raging outside their bedroom, angry flashes of white slipping through the closed curtains. The sky is playing a fast paced symphony, each booms louder than the last. It’s getting closer, or so the medias say, and the lump in your throat is getting bigger. Your heart is doing somersaults in your chest, you can feel your stomach drop at each noise, each flash of light. You’re laying in the middle of the bed, immobilized by your fear of storms, while your boyfriend is still unaware of it all, playing with Max, his headset blocking the sounds. It takes a blackout, and a single screech coming from you at the loss of comfort provided by your bedside lamp, to have him rush to you, apologies hanging on his lips. Only when he lays beside you, firm hands holding your face as he murmurs reassurances, you feel at peace, his sparkling eyes staring directly into yours. You may not be enamored with lightning, but you have to admit that the way it lights his blue eyes up at every strike, angry white flash instantly softened by the calm blue, is mesmerizing.
3. His hands
The crowd is particularly loud as you make your way to the paddock, left hand locked with your dear’s right one. You’re not particularly a fan of big crowds and packed spaces, but this is part of the contract, and the price’s worth the trouble. Singapore is buzzing with life and chatters, Lando barely containing his joy at the prospect of seeing his coworkers, his friends, and racing despite the weather. During all weekend, his hands act as your anchor, wether it’s resting on your waist, wrapped around your wrist, caressing your back or ruffling your hair to annoy you.
4. His words of encouragement
It’s a known fact that Lando is transparent about his mental health, doing his best to encourage fans and other drivers, public figures, to speak up about their struggle. He’s doing the exact same thing with you, always ready to listen to your ranting and give you some advices. Even when he’s particularly low, he’s pushing you to open up and share your every thoughts.
5. His friends
Now, this might sound strange. But Lando really knows how to surround himself with kind souls, having learned from past mistakes. Max, in particular, is someone you’re fond of to your boyfriend’s despair. One of your favorite thing to do together is make fun of him, during livestreams and off, he can never get one second of peace when you’re together.
6. His sass
This one is fully expected with him, but it never fails to amuse you. You’re at a club tonight, celebrating a night off while your boyfriend’s acting as a DJ. You’re hanging out with your favorite girls, Lily and Carmen, their respective boyfriends away to get some drinks while you’re dancing the night away. In the corner of your vision, you see a man coming your way, his intention very clear with the way he’s staring at you, so you choose to ignore it and fully turn to your girls. The man’s attempts at approaching you is not lost on Lando either, and he’s pleased to see him stop dead in his track when he notices the song the DJ is now playing, an electro remix clearly telling him to fuck off. He can’t hide his smug smirk when their eyes meet.
7. His moles
He’s laying next to you in the messy bed, sweat clinging to his skin, the morning sun hitting his back and highlighting his many moles. Both of you are spent, well loved and content, and as Lando moves to snuggle his face in your chest, your hands naturally come to stroke his back, circling around his moles, making him giggle.
8. His little notes
It happens whenever he’s leaving before you wake up, only for you to find out later. He likes to steal your “pretty writing stuff” and leaves you small notes in the kitchen, in the living room, right bedside the entryway, even in your bathroom. It ranges from I love you’s to random facts he knows you’re going to ask him about, and he knows he’s right when he receives texts from you later during the day.
9. His kisses
While you love each and every of his kisses, the ones he leaves on your lips in his driver’s room, almost late to his interviews are your favorite. He wants to stay by your side until the very last second, basking in each other while everyone is waiting for him. He doesn’t care about getting nagged at by his team, he only wants to enjoy your lips and takes his sweet time doing so.
10. His jpg account
Well, it quickly became a fan account dedicated to you after you announced your relation. He spends hours touching his photos up, sharing his thoughts with you about contrast, shadows and whatsoever. When he’s chilling on the couch, head resting on your lap, he takes his phone out and answers some comments, showing you funny ones, and mindlessly scrolling through his own account to admire his artwork once more.
11. His scent
It’s a known fact that he mixes all his perfume together, he proudly talks about it during interviews. While it sounds strange and not appealing at all, the notes of his perfumes all go surprisingly well together, creating a deep, masculine fragrance. It slowly clings to each and every one of your furniture and clothes, warming your heart.
12. His curls
He’s had some questionable haircuts but he learned to appreciate his curls and now can’t go back, not that you’re complaining. It stays in a fluffy mop on top of his head, shiny and silky. You won’t admit it but you clearly are jealous of his curls, so defined and soft when he doesn’t even do anything special to it. You found yourself running your fingers through it more often than not, letting him bask in the attention as he nearly purrs.
13. His teammate
Once again, strange thing to say. But Oscar is a special someone to you, and to your relationship most importantly. He was the first to know about his crush, much more observant than he lets on, and the one to watch it all unfolds before his eyes.
14. His sisters
They’re your sisters too, now, having adopted you even before you two were aware of your feelings. You have a special space for them in your heart, and so does Lando. While he’s not often free, when he is and it’s coordinated with his sister Flo competitions, he’s the first one to show up with you by his side. Both of you are also making time for Cisca, the oldest sister, and she absolutely adores you for that.
15. His brother
Oliver is pretty busy, but he’s always thrilled to have you around. He completely trust you to take care of Athena and Mila with Lando, secretly betting with his sisters about when you’ll have a child, or if you’ll have any at all. You once had to call him up in the middle of the night, after you accidentally broke Lando’s sim when you tripped on it, he wasn’t pleased.
16. The rest of his family
Obviously, you can not NOT put them. They make you feel welcomed and safe at all times, truly happy their boy has found someone like you to share his life with. You two are good for each other and they all know it, considering you part of the family from the very beginning.
17. His hatred towards fish
Not because you share it, but because you find it absolutely hilarious. Even now, Carlos still brings it to the table every chance he gets, and Lando stands his ground while you make fun of him. At this point, you know he’s too stubborn to ever admit he might not hate it as much as he claims, and he’ll die on that hill if he has to.
18. His driving habits
You’re in his car, a true passenger princess as he drives the vehicle around the south of France. The windows are down and music is blasting from the radio, he has one hand stroking your thigh while you’re munching on some snacks he stocked up especially for you. He’s careful with his turns as he knows your coffee is still full and at risks of spilling, and he parks under a tree so you won’t complain about the burning leather seat when you come back in the car. He knows your habits as well as you know his, and it’s a match made in heaven.
19. His love for dogs
Yes, you’re more of a cat person, but seeing him with cute dogs is the best part of your day. Ie he could have a tail, it’d be wagging as hard as the puppy’s he’s currently petting. He doesn’t want any pet yet, it’s not ideal with your lifestyle, which explains his joy when he sees one in the street. Fans know this by now, so more often than not, they come and see you two accompanied with their dog and it never fails to put a smile on his face.
20. His understanding nature
Sometimes all you need is some peace and quiet, alone in your bed. Lando knows it, and while he much prefers when you talk to him, he respects your needs and patiently waits for you while he busies himself. He knows you’ll come to him when you’re ready, he also knows he sometimes acts the same way, which makes him well aware of how you might feel if he pressures you into talking.
21. His shirts
It’s a common occurrence now, you steal them too often to pretend you do not do it on purpose. He knows it and it amuses him deeply, to see you prance around in his shirt as if you own it, even if you kind of do by now. If he buys some clothes by two so he can still match with you when you steal them, it’s a secret.
22. His texts
They can be tooth rotting sweet, but they can also be completely unhinged. He’s not good at answering his friends or his team, but he’s a pro when it comes to you. Bonus points for the memes oh himself he sends at random hours of the day.
23. His brand
Quadrant is his pride and joy, and it’s now yours too. If it were up to you, you’d be a human advertising panel, wearing the merch from head to toe. He’s always so proud when seeing people in the streets wearing some of his shirts, and secretly takes photos so he can show them to you when he’s able to.
24. His love
It’s sweet and warm, electric and hypnotizing, it’s all you ever wanted before meeting him. He loves like he does everything else, with his whole soul. He’d take the world down for you if you ever asked him to, he’d do everything he could to make you happy. He’s clumsy at times, unsure and careful, but he’s trying his best to be the one for you, even if he already is. He loves you with everything he has.
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Delicate Vessel (Sleep Token): Pt 4; “We can’t make any promises…”
“Daisy.”
Time felt like it was frozen.
My eyelids were heavy, vision dark beneath their shadow. At the sound of my name, I took a deep, anticipatory breath, chest sinking at its exhale. I struggled to open my eyes because I was so entranced in this moment, this sweet moment. After another slow breath, I came to, like I was dipping my head above water.
Oliver looked down at me, a heaviness sitting in his gaze, as if he had been running for miles and was just not finding rest at my hips. “Daisy,” he said, the corners of his slickened lips rising into the hollows of his cheeks. “Darling.”
I grinned up at him, one hand clutching the front of his hoodie and the other tangled with his hair at the nape of his skull. I didn’t know what to say. What to do. This was…uncharted territory. And the way he had just kissed me? I was beyond speechless. My brain felt dizzy. My heart rammed against my ribs.
I was on cloud nine, with no ladder back down to Earth.
“Darling,” Oliver whispered again, brushing his thumb against the apple of my cheek. His eyes drug themselves across my face, down my figure, back up to my own stare. “You are so beautiful.”
“Really?” I huffed out without really meaning to. I knew he thought I was attractive. He’d gotten a boner because of me dancing just last week. It made sense to my brain that he’d want to kiss because he wanted to fuck me. And, I remembered that first night up on the roof, he had complimented me. But, that hadn’t meant anything. That was a mindless compliment to flatter me upon first impressions.
This confession meant something else. It meant something…different. Better. More.
Oliver wanted to kiss me because he thought I was beautiful.
His brows furrowed for just the flicker of a moment, “Gorgeous.”
“I…” my eyes fell back down to his lips. The compliment, the way his eyes bore into my own, it made my mind wander.
Oliver didn’t let me struggle in the silence for too long. He leaned his head back down and took my lips into his again. I pushed my chest up against his, craving every inch of him that I could possibly consume. I swear to God I heard him sigh into my mouth, but I couldn’t exactly pin my mind on any singular, conscious thought.
If Oliver hadn’t noticed the door opening down the hall, then we would have been screwed. But, he did. And, as he pulled us inside the alcove of Sam and I’s hotel door, I finally registered Adam and Cyrus’ voices approaching us.
Oliver pressed his back against the wall and he turned his head as we anticipated their passing. He was clutching my hand, his fingers entwined with my own. I stared down at the chain connecting us. I couldn’t really be concerned about the danger when his touch was so warm. The spots on my body where he had once been were now cool, a nippy reminder of the fire he had sparked on me.
As Adam and Cyrus approached, I finally looked up from our hands. Oliver glanced at me, brows furrowed worriedly. I bit down onto my bottom lip like an anchor. Maybe they would just turn around, go back to their room? I considered dragging Oliver into the room behind us, but that would wake Sam. And that was a much bigger problem than the one at hand. He would throw a bitch fit if he somehow found out Oliver had so much as lingered a gaze across my skin.
No matter how hard I tried to manifest that Adam and Cy would b-line for their room, they were beginning to walk past us. Oliver quickly let go of my hand, shot across to the other side of the alcove from me. He leaned, casually, against it, hood somehow back up over his head again.
I crossed my arms over my body, face scrunched up as I tried to communicate with Oliver. What do we say?!
He shook his head, lips pressed together. “It’s okay,” he mouthed. Then, his eyes shot over to Adam and Cyrus.
Neither of them even turned to look at us. They were walking right past, caught up in a conversation about some video game. Cyrus, closest to us, glanced behind him just before they were out of sight. I felt my heart sink to my knees as I braced for impact.
“Oh, hey, guys,” he sent a wave over his shoulder. Adam looked at who he was talking to and smiled at Oliver and I.
Oliver nodded his head, looking away from them. I waved, an overly-enthusiastic smile on my lips. “Hey,” I breathed out. It sounded like I had no air in my lungs, like someone was choking me. But, I hoped they wouldn’t notice.
If they had, they just didn’t care.
We waited until we heard the elevator doors slide close, Adam and Cyrus’ voices disappearing behind its steel doors, before we even looked at each other again. I pursed my lips, nose scrunched, eyes squinted, as I waited for Oliver to start freaking out or something. He didn’t want anyone to know we hung out- that was made obvious to me that first morning at breakfast. I hadn’t expected that to change just because he thought I was cute.
So, I expected him to get all bent out of shape over what had just happened. Instead, he let out a deep breath, a playful grin overcoming his expression.
“Those two are dopey as fuck,” he chuckled slighty, stepping towards me. “I should’ve known they wouldn't say anything.”
My head leaned back as he towered over me, my expression shifting into one of confusion. “You’re not worried?”
Oliver touched my chin, tilting my head back more, “If they suspect anything, I’ll cover us, darling. Besides, they’ve been pushing me to talk to you more. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”
I smiled, a blush rising to my face in response to his words. “Okay…” my voice trailed off as Oliver leaned in again. He pressed his lips to mine in a shallow, slow kiss. My eyes fell shut, one hand coming to rest against his chest, the other between my back and the wall as I balanced there. I felt like I could sink into the floor.
But, Oliver was holding me by the hip again. We were falling into each other, completely taken by the moment again. Then, another door, somewhere down the hall, was thrown open. We snapped apart. A set of voices followed our fright, some foreign language neither of us knew rambling between the two.
I met Oliver’s eyes, giggles shaking my shoulders. He relaxed slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe we should get out of the hallway,” he breathed out.
I brushed my hair behind my ears as I spoke through my laughter, “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Would you wanna…” our chuckles fell off as he began the question, “my room? Would that be okay?”
I just grinned at him, nodding too eagerly, “That would be perfect.”
Oliver offered me that sweet smile I felt so lucky to be the cause of, and held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me to his room. Once inside, the once flushed air turned awkward. I shut the door behind me and followed him into the space, somewhat familiar to me because of my drunken escapade last week. Oliver stopped at the end of his bed and turned to me. He gave an unsure smile when I met his eyes.
I made my way to stand before him, a few feet put inbetween us. Being here, truly alone together, we didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, what I wanted him to do. But, I would never make the first move. That just wasn’t me.
Oliver examined my face for a moment. He seemed to relax, lips curling into his uncontainable smile. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, grinning, nervously chewing on my lip. Oliver stepped closer. He took my hand, pulling it from where my arms hugged my stomach. The movement tugged me forward. I let my other arm fall to my side before reaching for his shoulder.
Oliver lazily pulled me closer. I moved into him, taking a deep breath before he covered me with his lips and his hands. We just stood there for a while, kissing each other, soaking up the silence. Oliver was hungry, though, and he began to crave more.
His movements became sloppy, harsh. I didn’t mind- it felt good to be so lusted after like I was right now. I would, I decided, do whatever he wanted me to. Here, now in this hotel room, tomorrow, when we leave this country. Wherever, whenever, whatever.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled me into his lap, easily slotting my legs on either side of his thighs.
I held his face between my hands, so delicately, like I was cradling moonlight. His hands came to rest upon my hips as he balanced me on his lap. Oliver’s fingers dipped dangerously low on my body, barely grazing across my pj shorts that were oh so short on me.
I wrestled my fingers into his hair again, quite content to feel the smooth, soft curls on the nape of his neck. He was so…perfect. So beautiful. I kissed him harder. I must have been too excited because I felt his head flinch back when I tugged at his hair again.
Oliver moaned against my lips, squeezing my hips like a warning. “Careful, darling.”
I bit back a teasing smile, flickering my eyes open to see the pleasured expression on his face as I pulled at his hair again. Oliver responded by grabbing my ass, eliciting a gasp from between my lips. He pulled his head back from my lips, meeting my open eyes with a winner’s grin.
“I said careful.”
I chased his lips, wearing my own smile, but he dodged my kiss. “Oliver…” I whined softly.
“Patience,” he tapped his fingers against my ass, “We have so much time. Let me drink you in.”
I blushed for the millionth time at his words, watching his eyes drag down my body. I felt his fingers move against my pj bottoms again. He seemed to tug at the material a bit, ghosting the curves of my thighs.
“These are cute,” he whispered, pulling at the hem. “Little flowers.”
The way his accent rolled the words out from the plate of his tongue tickled goosebumps down my spine. This, combined with his warm hands on my skin, had me shivering.
Oliver looked dazed, lost in the view, as he continued on looking me over. I didn’t know if he wanted to memorize every inch of my skin, or if he was dragging this out to enjoy every second. Either way, the way it made me feel was heavenly.
I twirled a piece of his hair around my fingers, patiently. He finally met my gaze again.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he moved a hand to my cheek and pulled my lips back into his.
I sunk into him again, gripping at his hair so I couldn’t completely lose myself. I was, however, getting lost in him. I ached for him everywhere, in my bones, in my blood, and my hips involuntarily ground down into his. Oliver moaned against my lips. Heat rushed to every crevice of my skin.
I felt his dick harden between my legs, pressing teasingly against me. I rolled my hips again as I chased that pleasurable sensation. Oliver’s hand slid down my chin, fingers coming to a gentle close around my throat. The pads of his digits pressed into my skin.
This drew a whimpering from my lips, one that curled the corners of his lips into a sweet smirk. “You sound so lovely, darling.”
Elated by his praise, I moved my hands to the hem of his hoodie. I tugged up at the bottom and felt the smoothness of his chest beneath my fingertips. Before I could get it over his head, Oliver removed his hands off of me and took my fingers in his hold.
“Easy, Daisy,” Oliver had pulled his face back a few inches.
A sudden rush of nerves rushed into me, bringing me down from the high I had been sitting on. I opened my eyes, ashamedly, meeting his gaze. I took my lip between my teeth immediately in an anxious rumination.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, trying to read his expression. His eyes swam with some sort of hesitance that only clouded into worry when he realized I felt guilty for trying to make such a move.
He let go of my hands, quickly taking a hold of my face. He dipped his head to my level, “No, no, no. It’s okay, darling. You didn’t do anything. It’s just…” Oliver glanced over to the alarm clock on the bedside table, red digits reading an ungodly hour. He looked back at me. “I want you…so badly, Daisy. But I want to take my time with you. I don’t want to rush it. I want…as long as possible. Can we raincheck? Would that be okay? For me, darling?”
I was bright red, more than likely hot to the touch. And, I was so beyond flattered and elated by his words that I struggled to come up with something to say. I, instead, nodded slowly. Oliver grinned at my struggling response. He brushed his thumb across my cheek before leaning in to give me another kiss.
My hands found their way back up his arms, swooping across his strong shoulders, until they were back in his hair. Oliver took a gentle hold of my neck again, kissing me like he was going off to war in the morning.
As we both began to pull away, his tenderness quickly snapped into this tight hold on my throat, forcing my eyes open, keeping my head steady so I would look directly- obediently- at him. His eyes were darker now, lusted over by his seduction, “Do not leave here thinking that I said no to you because I do not want you. Do you understand me?”
I moved my chin to nod, signaling my comprehension of what felt somewhat like a threat in the most appealing way.
He squeezed my throat for just a moment which straightened the angle of my head, “Ah- use your words, darling. Tell me that you understand me. Say…”
He raised his brows. I parted my lips, managing to respond, “I-I understand.”
“Say it…you know I want you. You know I want to fuck you.”
“You want to fuck me,” my eyes had gone wide, dazed. And my mouth was dry. I darted my tongue out to lick my lips and Oliver followed the movement closely with his eyes.
“Hm,” he squinted his lids in a satisfied manner, “Good girl. I can’t wait to take my time with you, darling. Slow and sweet.”
My fingers curled into his neck. I wanted- needed- friction and almost gave in, almost ground my hips into his. But, I knew it would do neither of us any good. I wanted what he wanted- to really enjoy what had been building up for a few weeks now. Tonight was not the night for that. We had to be on the bus in just a few hours to travel all the way down to Rome.
So, I resisted the urge, the craving pulsating in my veins.
Oliver loosened his hold on my throat. He slid his hands back to my face, cradling it with a sweet smile on his face. “I’ll walk you back to your room, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I chased his lips, satisfied that he gave me a kiss so easily.
Oliver helped me to my feet. He held open the hotel room door for me, before following me out into the small alcove. We peered around both corners and made sure no one was coming from either direction. Then, we darted just outside Sam and I’s door. Oliver caught up to me quickly, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me around. He pressed my back into the door.
I giggled at his sleight of hand, bracing my hands on his chest. Oliver shushed me gently as he leaned down. His nose nuzzled into the curve of my jaw, tickling me, only encouraging more laughter from my throat.
“Oliver!” I let out a strained squeal as he proceeded to nip at my neck. “You want me to be quiet, you have to stop!”
“Oh, but, darling,” he moved his lips to my ear, taking my lobe, just above where my earlobes were clasped, in between his teeth. “I want you loud.”
I smacked his chest playfully. He leaned back, receiving a pointed finger from me, a scolding in my eyes, “You can’t say things like that. Not when we’re out in the open like this. Not when I can’t even do anything about it!”
“Patience, Daisy,” he said my name again like some prayer. “I promise I’ll make all your suffering worth it. Just like I know you will mine. After all, you were the one pressing up against me in the cab.”
I dropped my jaw, “Hey! That’s not fair! You were the one being an ass and then getting a boner the second I changed out of sweatpants!”
“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes in a teasing manner. Then, he pressed his lips to my cheek lovingly, “I’m sorry. We can talk about it later, when I am more awake, when I can give you a proper apology. Yeah?”
I tugged him impossibly closer by the front of his hoodie, “Yeah.”
“Okay,” he kissed me, “Goodnight, darling.”
“Goodnight, Oliver.”
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“You’ve never seen Star Wars?!?!”
It was far too early for Max’s copious amounts of energy.
I flinched at his exclamatory question, my expression twisting into some sort of stunned, exhausted, confused face. “Huh?” was all I could muster, my bottom lip hung open.
Max rolled his eyes and further pushed to the edge of his seat. His large palms were held open, offensively, “Star Wars. Jedi, the Force, Princess Leia’s golden bikini, light sabers. You know, one of the greatest movie franchises- of all time?! You’ve never seen it? How can you even be remotely related to Sam if you’ve never seen Star Wars?”
“She’s too girly for Star Wars,” Sam shook his head from his seat across Max. He shuffled the deck of cards the two men had been wearing out this entire tour.
I crinkled my nose, “You can’t be too girly for something, dickhead. I’ve just never been interested in watching it.”
“She was too busy watching My Little Pony and playing with her Barbie dolls to really appreciate George Walton Lucas, Jr.”
I picked up a throw pillow sitting beside me on the bus’ couch and hurtled it towards my brother. Because he was facing sideways from me, he didn’t see it. It smacked him in the face. He hissed at the impact, barely hurtful to his strong demeanor, and shot me a glare.
I flipped him off, beyond grumpy because of my lack of sleep. “Literally anyone can play with Barbie dolls and still like stuff like Star Wars. You’re being kind of misogynistic.”
“Yeah, you are,” Ronnie spoke up from the other couch, across from me. She set down her magazine, eyeing my brother, “Talk about tone deaf.”
Sam glanced over his shoulder at her. He huffed, clutching his cards, “It’s just a joke, guys. C’mon!”
I knew my brother wasn’t sexist. He was just…a man. A straight white man who couldn’t really help being a little prejudiced sometimes. I always called him out on it and, over the years, he had improved some of his skewed world views. This was another one that I had been working on- his incessant opinion that we had both been gendered growing up. Sure, I was a feminine woman, but because of that, Sam felt I couldn’t be complex and like masculine-oriented things, like Star Wars or, ya know, metal music. I think it didn’t help that we were siblings. Those interests were his.
Ronnie’s help would have been appreciated long before today because, for some reason, all she had to do was glare at Sam and say, “Don’t be a cuck.”
And, then, my brother was apologizing to me. In his own brotherly way.
“Daz, it’s not that you could’t like Star Wars. You were just too involved with your own stuff to give it a chance. Sorry,” he looked away from me when the word fell through his lips.
I furrowed my brows, deeply confused, yet satisfied by his apology. “...Thank you. I mean, you’re right. But, I have wanted to watch them. Give ‘em a chance.”
“Then, it’s settled,” Max tossed his pile of cards down onto the table before him, “we are having a movie day. Lemme text the boys and see if they wanna join.”
“Any chance you guys can join them?” Ronnie inquired. “Sam and I wanted to play a game on the tv today.”
I looked between each member of the conversation, eyes lingering slightly on my brother and the boys’ manager. Sam met Ronnie’s eyes and seemed to read something there that no one else could quite see. I scrunched my brows again, tilted my head to the side. Curious.
Max, who had pulled his phone from his back pocket to start texting- I assumed- Adam and Cy, paused and looked up, “Hm? Oh, I mean…is that okay with you, Daz? Watch on their bus?”
It took me a moment to catch Max’s gaze, too focused on my brother, but I replied, “Yeah. I don’t mind. But, I might fall asleep at some point.”
“No worries,” Max waved me off. “We’ll switch next stop.”
The next stop was two hours later, in some random Italian town. The buses gassed up, Ronnie and I ventured into the station for some snacks. When inside, away from the prying ears of the boys’, my curiosity got the better of me.
“So, Ronnie,” I leaned up against the drink cooler beside the one she was looking at. I tried not to be creepy about my investigation, but I was too tired to play it cool.
She raised her brows expectantly, eyeing me from the side, “Yeah, Daz?”
“I’m just curious- you have anybody special in your life?” I shrugged, bottom lip jutted out in a I’m-totally-laid-back kind of manner.
Ronnie let the cooler door fall shut as her eyes narrowed slightly. As hard as her exterior was, I was very good at reading people. I saw her face flicker, with some sort of deception, “No. Why?”
“Like I said, just curious,” I waved her off, “I have some cute friends from college you might be int-”
“No, thanks,” she gave me a strained smile and b-lined away from me. I watched her back retreat, satisfied with the way she reacted.
So, something was definitely going on here.
Max was gracious enough to take my pillow, blanket, and book bag to the boys’ bus without me having to ask him. It was a pleasant surprise when I headed out from the station and Max waved me over to the other vehicle, cradling my items in his hands. I bid Ronnie farewell and she shot me a humored, “Good luck.”
As I approached Max, I gave him a sweet smile. “Thanks for grabbing that.”
“The sooner we get you on this bus, the sooner we can change your life,” Max rushed out, hurrying me up the steps.
I nearly stumbled over my feet, but managed to make it up inside the bus in one piece. “Oh- okay!” I breathed out.
Max stepped past me, carefully laying my pillow and blanket down on the couch in a folded pile. He abandoned my back pack on the floor, quickly making his way to the television to grab the remote control. I watched him for a moment, overwhelmed by his energy. Then, I turned my attention to Cy and Adam, who were both sitting on the other couch.
I offered up a smile, greeting them with, “Good morning, guys,” as I took a seat with my things.
“Morning, Daz,” Adam waved back.
Cy had a drum pad sitting on his lap and he focused on practicing some rhythms. He spared me a kind smile and said, “Hello.”
I situated my pillow against the armrest of the couch before laying back against it. Then, I spread my blanket overtop of me. I had my legs bent, knees close to my chest, to save room for Max, who was getting the movie booted up. After he finished, he rushed over to me. He didn’t take his eyes off the movie as he lifted up my legs and pulled them across his lap. My heart nearly melted at his loving gesture. Put aside his silly flirtations- Max was quickly becoming like a big brother to me.
Now that I was comfortable, the exhaustion of the past 12 hours began sinking back in. On top of getting up early for this travel day, I hadn’t gone to sleep until nearly 3am. Oliver and I’s encounter lasted a while longer than I thought. By the time I laid down, it was 3am. And we were due on the bus by 6.
I hadn’t seen Oliver since it happened, either. He must’ve managed to sneak onto this bus before I’d boarded mine. And it wasn’t like we’d text each other. I think Sam had sent me a notes app file with every important phone number I’d need over this summer trip, but I wasn’t going to go out of my way to message him. What would I ever say? Hey, had fun sitting in your lap last night, let’s do it again sometime! Or, hey why the fuck did you treat me like shit for the first few weeks of this tour and then suddenly you want to fuck me? Get real.
I wanted answers, of course. But, more than anything else, I wanted his hands on my body. He made me feel a way I hadn’t before- probably ever in my life. And we’d only just kissed. Everything about him was entrancing, from his words, to his lips, to his smile. I wanted to know every inch of his skin and every corner of his mind.
I didn’t know if I was entitled to that. If he’d ever give me that. Because I didn’t know what he wanted from me.
What did I want?
I realized I should probably ask myself that question. It didn’t matter what he wanted from me- I could not live my life trying to fit myself into the molds that people made for me. No, I could only be what I wanted- do what I wanted.
And I wanted…What, exactly?
My last few relationships hadn’t exactly gone well. From one failed long term relationship, to the next, I had jumped around a few times, from loser man to loser man. Not only did they provide me with loads of trauma, but they also sucked in bed. So, between having poor trust issues when it came to commitment and unsatisfied sexual urges- I didn’t really think I was looking for anything too serious. That was probably for the best, considering me and Oliver’s position.
Maybe we could just be, like, fuck buddies? I could learn to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in my ribcage when he’d say my name.
Right?
This was for the best.
Adam was only half-paying attention, scrolling lazily on his phone. Cyrus continued practicing on his drum pad. It nearly lulled me to sleep just ten minutes into the movie, but I tried to stay awake for Max. He kept looking over at me with an excited grin. I fought back yawns and sleepy stretches. But, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Once my brain quieted down from the noise that was Oliver, about an hour into the movie, I dozed off. When I woke up, the ending credits were playing. I shook myself awake, pushing up off the couch, so I was sitting up more.
Max tore his eyes off the television once he felt me moving around. He looked back at me with a gentle smile, “Morning, angel.”
“I’m so sorry,” I pressed a hand over my mouth as I yawned, “I didn’t mean to doze off. I wanted to watch the movie with you guys.”
Max patted my calf, “It’s alright. Seems like you need a good rest day. Adam and Cy abandoned us, anyways.”
I glanced to the other couch with a frown, “Aw, no. Now, I feel worse for leaving you all alone to watch the movie.”
“S’okay! Oliver joined me. He makes good company because he doesn’t ever say much,” Max nudged my side with his elbow, playfulness in his eyebrows.
At the sound of that name, I stiffened up a bit. My gaze cast across the room and found the darkly-clad figure seated where Adam and Cy had been. He had his long legs stretched out over the couch, face sunken beneath his hood, one arm bent up underneath his head. I drug my eyes down his body. A familiar warmth bubbled in my chest. He looked so fuckable. I had this thing for laps…And his looked pretty comfy.
Self-conscious, I pushed myself up off the couch more. Oliver didn’t even look over at me and he probably wouldn’t, but I wanted to be sure that if he did, I didn’t look like a mound of flesh and bone. I couldn’t really save my appearance when it came to my outfit and face, which I knew both looked unkempt.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe for the rest of the movie. I tried not to look his way too much, knowing that Max already had cautious suspicions of our interactions. But, he was so invested in the movie, I was sure he wouldn’t even notice if I did. Once the film finally ended, Max shot up from the couch to load the next one.
His back was turned to Oliver and I as he switched disks. I spared a glance to Oliver and a rush of heat shot through my body when I found his eyes. He grinned at me.
I flushed, surely bright red, and couldn’t help but smile back. He then glanced to his phone and flicked his head back to me, as if to suggest I pick mine up. I had been too stiff- or passed out- to have even looked at mine in the past three hours. I found it lodged in between my hip and the couch. I hadn’t even noticed the pressure on my waist until now.
I unlocked my phone, expecting to see a text from him, or something of that sort. But, there wasn’t anything. I scrunched my brows at Oliver, mouthing, “What?”
He made sure Max was still distracted before moving his thumbs across his phone screen, “Text me,” he mouthed.
I rolled my eyes at him. Then, I found his number in my saved contacts and typed out a message.
Daisy: you seriously dont have my #? wtf
Oliver: sorry :/ felt awkward asking anyone for it
Daisy: totally kidding, idgaf
Oliver: oh says the creep who already had mine
Daisy: for safety purposes
Oliver: mhm im sure its not because you want to booty call me or smth
Daisy: i dont booty call u freak
Oliver: i dont believe you
Daisy: im not a crusty ass man get real
Humored by the situation, I looked over to see if he had any visible reactions to my messages. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, as though he was biting back a smile.
My phone buzzed as he messaged me, but I was still looking at him. It was a struggled to look away. After a moment too long passed, he looked to see what I was doing. He met my gaze and I swear that a red flush painted his cheeks. I couldn’t look long enough to decide, though, because Max was rushing back over to his seat.
He lifted my legs again, laying them down across his lap, and situated our blanket. As the beginning previews of the DVD began, Max turned to ask me, “What did you think of the first one? I probably should have asked that before I put on the next, but I’m just too excited.”
I didn’t want to break Max’s heart, but I still did not have much interest in the movie series. It could have been because I had been passed out for half of the first movie and then stiff as a board during the second half. So, it was my fault.
I fibbed because I wanted Max to have a good time, “I’m into it. We’re cooking, for sure.”
Oliver laughed from his seat, leaning up to ask. “What?
I was taken aback by the beginnings of this interaction. He never talked to me in front of others, not that he ever spoke to me much at all to begin with. So, it took me a moment to gage my own reaction, process a response. My bottom lip was jutted in slight shock.
Max giggled at his friend’s reaction to my phrasing, confused himself, it seemed, “Cooking?”
I looked at Max with furrowed brows before bringing myself back, glancing between them. “Wha-huh?”
Oliver snickered again, “What the fuck does cooking mean?”
“What do you mean? Cooking? Have you never heard that phrase?” I frowned at their lack of understanding of internet language.
“Never,” Max shook his head.
“God,” I crossed my arms in faux offense, “bunch of grandpas.”
“Hey!” Max shoved my shoulder, only pushing me further into the couch. “We are only, like, ten years older than you.”
“Speak for yourself. Six,” Oliver waved his friend off.
“Kay, but you’re sixty at heart, so…” Max trailed off, lips pursed.
“So, get real,” I mocked Max’s expression.
Max was looking at the television now, so Oliver shot me a playful smile. I flipped him off. He rose his brows at me, then quickly turned his attention to his phone. I tried not to be too eager when I went to grab my own device.
Oliver: careful, darling.dont want to add fuel to the flame
I bit back a taunting smirk, reminded by his message of how much power I had over him, still. More so, now that he knew what I tasted like, what he could do to me in return.
My thumbs moved to their own accord, typing out something I’d probably pay for later…
Daisy: make me.
Before he could even read it, I turned on Do Not Disturb and shoved my phone into my pocket.
His eyes felt like fire on the side of my face.
I would always win this game.
-
There were literally zero opportunities for us to be alone together on that bus, and I knew it was driving Oliver mad. I refused to text him for the rest of the day and instead found myself drifting in and out of sleep. For a few hours, Max forced me into one of the boys’ bunks, insisting I needed to lay down so my neck wouldn’t break.
When I came back to join all the boys, we only had an hour left on the bus. The sun had already gone down. I was a little disoriented by the sleepiness aching in my bones and the lack of sunlight. So, I waddled to my same spot on the couch like a child, wrapped up in my blanket. When Max saw me coming, he shot up from the couch, having been laying down with his legs stretched out. Oliver was on the other end, by his feet, because Adam and Cy had taken their spots back on the other piece of furniture.
Max patted the spot between him and Oliver, who was scrolling through his phone. I remembered the message I had sent earlier and felt a tiny rush of energy ruffle up under my skin.
“Lay, I just wanna sit,” I waved Max off, tucking my legs up underneath me as I sat down. I was very aware that my thigh and shoulder brushed Oliver’s and so much more aware of the shuddering breath he took when I settled in.
Max thanked me before laying back down, legs stretched out overtop my lap this time. I blocked out the conversation they were all having, dissociating into my own phone. I had a few messages I needed to catch up, some from family members back across the pond, some from friends. A few of my posts on social media, too, had been getting a little more traction because of Sam being tagged in some of them. I tried not to be too chronically online, and only checked social media every once in a while. This was one of those rare moments.
It took Oliver but two seconds to message me again. I had yet to open his text from earlier, nervous though I had been so confident earlier. I took a quiet breath before opening them.
Oliver: is that a promise? Ill hold you to it, gorgeous
Ur lucky were on this bus
Daisy: ur silly
I knew it wasn’t the greatest response, but I still was not used to this kind of talk with someone so close to me. Sure, I'd flirt with men on the internet, but I never met them. Plus, any and all sex I had had so far in my life had been extremely vanilla.
I didn’t know what else to say to him. I was nervous.
Oliver: did i make you uncomfortable?
I tensed up at the message. He was too good at reading people and called my bluff right away, it seems.
Daisy: no no im so sorry
Not at all
Oliver: its okay daisy
Its probably a lot
To go from silence to this
Ill slow down
Daisy: no its totally fine! Promise!
Pls dont slow down
I like it
Oliver: its okay if youre not ready
We dont have to do anything you dont want to
Daisy: i want you though
Oliver: and you have me
But i dont want to rush into things that are that extreme if youre not ready for them
Daisy: im very vanilla
Oliver: thats okay
We’ll get you there, darling
Im patient
Daisy: ive noticed
Its virtuous
Oliver: well i want you
But you matter more than my own desires
And i cannot have you if you are not comfortable
Does that make sense?
Daisy: it does
Its incredibly kind
Thank you
Oliver: (its the bare minimum)
Daisy: i knowwwwwwwwwwwww but still
Shhhhhhhhh
Oliver: you shush sweet girl
you just tell me when somethings too much, okay?
Just talking about it made me feel much better about everything, so I took the opportunity to give him some breadcrumbs. And I enjoyed it when I saw him squirm in his seat, out of the corner of my eye.
Daisy: yes, sir!
Oops 🤷
Oliver: youre such a tease
Daisy: ikr
The conversation sort of dulled out from there. There wasn’t much else to say. And I didn’t know if he wanted me to move our discourse into uncharted territory by asking personal questions.
Besides, we had reached the hotel and were piling off the bus within the next few minutes. Sam and Ronnie were already waiting on the sidewalk, speaking softly to each other about something seemingly unimportant. It was chilly now that the moon had risen. I shivered in my thin sweatpants and wrapped my blanket up around myself more.
“How’d you movie day go?” Ronnie noticed us approaching them and immediately turned away from my brother. I was probably reading into things, but it was almost like they had been passing secrets through their muted whispers.
As we settled before them- me, Max, Adam, Cy, Oliver- I responded, “I might’ve slept through the whole thing?”
“Figures,” Sam snorted, reaching out a large hand to ruffle my hair.
I shoved his arm away, “Oh, shut up. It’s impossible to stay awake in these bus’.”
“No, she’s so right,” Ronnie nodded along. “Speaking of bus’, does everyone have everything they need off of them? They’re just gonna be parked out back. Just wanna make sure.”
I looked around myself, ensuring I had my bag, purse, pillow, and blanket. Though, because I always second guessed my own assurance, I replied, “I think so. But I'm gonna go double check.”
“Pretty sure we’re all good,” Max spoke for him and the boys.
Ronnie nodded between us before I set my things down to move up the steps of our bus. I checked through my bunk and the couch to ensure I had everything. Certain that I did, I joined everyone back on the sidewalk, giving Ronnie a confident thumbs up.
It wasn’t until we had checked in and were heading for the elevators that I realized my phone was missing. Of course it was- I never knew where that thing was.
“Shit,” I cursed, patting my pockets frantically. Max, Cy, Adam, and Ronnie piled into the open doors of the elevator before me.
Sam moved to follow, slotting in beside Ronnie and the wall. He turned back to me when he heard my frantic rustling. “What’s wrong?”
I dropped into a squat, my stuff falling into a pile there. I unzipped my bookbag and began shuffling through it. Glancing up at him, I responded, “Can’t find my phone.”
The doors began to close and Sam moved a hand over the pockets where the doors slid back into place. “Want help looking?
Before I could respond, another crouched down beside me, hands reaching for my purse.
“S’okay. I’ve got her.”
Sam nodded and moved back into the elevator, entrusting Oliver with the situation. “Text me when you find it, kay?”
I shot him a smile and watched as the doors fell shut, a ding signaling their departure. Oliver had unzipped my purse and was looking through it casually.
“Am I gonna find any bombs or drugs in here?” He grinned up at me, eyes peering out from beneath his thick lashes.
My heart skipped a beat. I zipped my bag back up, unable to locate my phone anywhere in there. As I did, I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Oh, all the coke and all the meth.”
“Easy there, Walter White. Not in there?” He then pointed to my bag.
I scrunch my nose with a frown, “No. Think it’s on the bus, honestly.”
���That’s okay. Let’s go see, yeah?” Oliver stood back up, my purse in his hand. He offered me his other one and gently tugged me up onto my feet.
My shoulder bumped into his, knocking the breath out of me from the close proximity. His smile got a little wider. He took my pillow from my arms, too, and began leading the way out of the hotel. It took me a second to catch up, a little jarred by his proactive role in this. Here was a guy who had been ignoring me for weeks. And, now, not only was he helping me find my lost phone, but he also wanted to fuck me. It would never make sense.
When we were alone on the bus, on the landing of the short set of stairs that led up from the door, Oliver turned back to me. “Where do you think you left it?”
“Probably just where I was sitting earlier,” I set my things down on the couch as I moved towards it. I bent over, stuffing my hands into the cushions until my knuckles hit something hard. “Yep! Like I thought.”
I turned back to him with a proud smile, phone held up like a trophy. Oliver glanced his eyes up from the space where my thighs occupied. He had been staring at my ass. His face blushed slightly as an ashamed smile took over his features.
“You ask me to be patient, then you stare at my ass and make extremely teasing comments in front of our friends,” I crossed my arms over my chest, hip popped in a scolding sort of way.
Oliver sighed, running a hand over his face, “I’m sorry, Daisy.”
He seemed genuinely distraught by my joke, so I threw it away, shoulders relaxing, worries on my lips. “Oh, no, no,” I stepped towards him, “it’s okay! I’m not…I’m not actually mad. It’s okay, Oliver.”
“No, I just owe you so many apologies,” he shook his head, meeting my eyes with a frown.
I moved closer, touching his forearm gently. His skin seemed to melt in mine, his body relaxing into my presence as he almost leaned in to me. I offered a reassuring smile, “It’s okay. I promise. Max told me…a little bit. I get it.”
“No, I…” he shrugged with another huff, “I am going to sound like a fucking cliche right now, yeah?”
“I love cliches,” I snickered as I shoved his shoulder playfully. His fingers moved into mine, squeezing my hand.
“That was cliche,” he whispered through a deep chuckle. He then continued on, “I’m not good at making friends or, like…talking to people. I talk through music cause I just…I can’t ever find the right words in real life. I always say the wrong thing.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” I shook my head, “I think…well, I’ll keep my clinical opinions to myself,” I giggled with a playful roll of my eyes.
Oliver waved me off, “I have a therapist, don’t worry. I already know what you’re gonna say. I have low self worth- trust me, I know. I’m working on it.”
“At least you are,” I offered up encouragingly, “loads of fucked up people do way worse than you and they don’t even stop to think about how it affects others. The fact that you’re beating yourself up so much about something so mild tells me everything I need to know.”
“What does it tell you?”
I kept his hand in mine, but moved the other to his chin, touching it sweetly, almost to tell him to lift it up, “That you’re a good person, Oliver. I just know it. A bad person doesn’t worry if they’re bad. A bad person doesn’t carry his friend’s drunk sister home from the bar and wipe off her makeup. A bad person doesn’t apologize, what, three times now? For simply ignoring her because he was scared of letting her in.”
He nodded sheepishly, blushing again. His gaze fell to the floor as he looked away, “It’s not just that, you know. It’s…stupid, I don’t know.”
“No, tell me,” I swept my hand over his cheek, pulling his gaze back to mine. “It’s okay.”
“I, just…” he cut himself off again, searching for the words in my eyes, “You’re trouble, Daisy. I knew it when we took those shots up on the roof. I knew then that I wanted you, in more ways than I can even fathom. But, you’re so different from me…I knew I wouldn’t be good for you. So, I didn’t wanna allow anything to happen between us. That’s why I ignored you at breakfast, why I pretended we never spoke. I’m scared of you.”
“You don’t have to be,” I was just slightly confused by his words. “I’m only human, just like you. Flesh and blood.”
“Flesh and blood and this stupid little halo above your head,” he swept a hand over my head before pulling his touch down to the back of my neck. I giggled at his words. He cracked a smile. “It’s true. I see it.”
“You’re overdramatic,” I squeezed his hand. “Don’t put me on a pedestal.”
“I’ll try not to, but it’s what you deserve, I know it, darling.”
I examined him for a second, searching his eyes for recognition that he might have felt even a little bit better. I found it in the glints shining in his dark pupils. “Are you gonna let me in now? Now that we’ve had this talk?”
“Yeah,” Oliver nodded and I swear I felt him push his cheek further into my hand. “Yeah, I think I will. I just…I can’t make you any promises about anything. About this- about- us. I don’t know what I can give.”
“Whatever you have, I’ll take,” I furrowed my brows, the volume of my voice dropping down in a desperate sort of way. “Whatever you can give me, I’ll have it. It’s okay. I can…I’ll take it, Oliver.”
His face seemed to contort, overcome with emotion, understanding, comfort- peace, almost. He struggled to find words and, after a moment or two, asked, “Can I kiss you?”
I didn’t have to nod. My eyes told him everything he needed to know.
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