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#hope you all enjoyed the race today and decide to stick around
ssprayberrythings · 2 months
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heyyy to help u w ur writers block:
spending a lazy day w danny, like either lazing around on the couch in the sun or maybs he’s sticking to his workout regimen and trying to convince us to join? just cutesy domestic shh xx
thank you anon for this, i hope you're still around to read the final product! i kept it short and sweet, wanting to get the simplicity of it all but im proud of it!
MOMENTS LIKE THESE | DR3
daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!reader
warnings: none at all just domestic moments with danny 🫶
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It was vacation time for the drivers and that meant you finally got to spend time with your boyfriend, except for when he went to the gym, which was one thing you didn’t do with him. 
“Where are you going?” You asked your boyfriend as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
You had woken up a few moments earlier and heard the shower running. You debated joining him but the water was being turned off before you could make any further movement.
“To the gym” he smiled as he walked into the walk in closet you shared to get dressed 
“Can’t you skip the gym for one day” you asked already knowing the answer to the question but decided to ask any way 
“No, but I figured I’d go early enough so when I get back we still have the whole day to do whatever you want” Danny told you as he reentered the bedroom, to your disappointment fully clothed. 
“Or you could join me” he added as he made his way towards the bed sitting on your side
“No your workout is so intense I’d probably die” you exaggerated as you moved closer to him “Plus you’re so sexy, I’d just be distracted the entire time” you smirked at him 
He let out a laugh while putting one of his hands on the side of your face “I wouldn’t mind an audience” he told you as he leant in to kiss you. 
You smiled into the kiss, happily kissing him back before he pulled away “I have to go or else Michael won’t let me leave to make up for being late” he told you getting up from the bed, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and heading out of the room to leave 
“I’ll be back before you know it. I love you” he gave you his famous Daniel Ricciardo smile before he was gone out of the room. 
You just decided to go back to sleep, figuring it’d be the fastest way to kill time before he was back home and your day would start then. 
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You woke up a few hours after and it didn’t take long for you to realize Daniel still wasn’t home judging by the empty space next to you or at least that’s what you thought. 
When you eventually found the energy to get up and leave your bedroom, you were met with your boyfriend making breakfast. You smiled at the site and admired how at peace he looked. 
“Morning sleeping beauty” he joked with you once he caught you admiring him.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked as you made your way to sit on the counter, his hands taking a break from fixing breakfast and helping you up smiling at how cute he thought you looked 
“It was okay. Would’ve been better with you next to me” you told him as you took a blueberry off one of the plates and ate it while Danny went back to making breakfast.
He had made pancakes, washed some fruit and then he was just finishing up the eggs right now. “How was the gym?” You asked him
“It was okay, would’ve been better with you” he answered you sending a smirk your way causing you to roll your eyes while laughing at him reiterating the same response you had given him.
Once the eggs were done and he plated them for the both of you, you jumped off the counter and grabbed them bringing them to the living room.
You had a routine that whenever you ate breakfast together you’d eat it in the living room, enjoying the calmness the morning brought and enjoying each other's company.
It was such a simple act but with Daniel’s busy racing schedule, you had come to appreciate the simpler moments you got to spend with each other and enjoyed just being able to be with each other. 
“What do you want to do today?” you asked your boyfriend taking a bite of your pancakes 
“Can we have a lazy day, maybe go for a walk later to watch the sunset” he suggested 
“Sounds perfect to me” you smiled at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
It wasn't like Daniel to suggest something like this as he always wanted to be doing something but every once and a while he would make this type of suggestion and you loved it because it meant getting to spend the day cuddled up which was something you never took for granted.
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When you both finished breakfast and the dishes were cleaned. You made your way back to the living room where you spent a good chuck of your day, enjoying the comfort from each other.
You watched movie after movie, some funny, some scary, it didn't matter, the two of you loved any time you got to spend together.
When the time came, you got dressed in some warmer clothes, put your shoes on and made your way to watch the sunset.
Daniel had his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder while you enjoyed the peace and quiet watching the sun set.
It was moments like this that made you the happiest. Getting to spend precious time with the man of your dreams, nothing else compared to moments like these. 
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I know it's small but I hope you enjoyed it and this was the first f1 related fic that isn't smau style so I hope its okay. Feel free to send any ideas or requests. Look at this two Danny fics in a row, I must be in a Danny mood ☺️
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froggy-demon · 30 days
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Oh Deer - Part Four
A/N: thank you again for all of the support!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I just couldn’t decide, I hope you like it <3 I’m so excited to share my writings and I’m so astonished every time y’all leave nice comments I love them so much, thank you!! All of that said, enjoy!
Chapter Summery: Lilly is treated to a glamorous night out under the Vs’ roof, accompanied by a familiar demon, angst and tension ensues.
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I rolled my eyes, again, and waved away the idea. “No way, we both know Alastor fucking hates me, he just hates Lucifer more I guess.” Angel was positive that Alastor was sincere in his display earlier, I was not quite as delusional though. “He quite literally said he was fucking around.” I added. Even if I found myself fascinated with the demon, I wasn’t so naive to think that feeling went both ways.
“Maybe, or maybe he just wanted an excuse.” Angel paused and had a look of realization on his face as he broke out into a smile. “If you want some real attention though, y’know the Vs are throwing that big party if Velvette ain’t already dragging you to it you could be my plus one! Val usually keeps me pretty fucking busy all night, but they are actually pretty fun. Lots of cute demons and free booze if you know what I mean!” Angle said with a wink and laughed. That’s not a terrible idea actually, get out a little and have some fun. My streak hasn’t been so great recently so I could really use a win on that front.
“Y’know that actually does sound fun. Velvette hasn’t brought it up at all yet so she probably won’t need me there, but I also don’t have anything to wear for it, I’ll need something new. I could use some retail therapy anyway.” I said and rested my head on top of the pillow in my lap smiling. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Angel lit up at the sound of going shopping.
“Oh I will make sure you are the best dressed demon in the whole fucking party, don’t worry about that tuts! We want something that will show you you off!” He held up his fingers like he was mimicking a camera taking pictures of me. “You got it all babe! The tits, the ass, the smile! They are going to eat you up, especially once I’m done with you!” He ranted making me laugh. I don’t think in my whole before and afterlife I’ve ever heard someone describe me that way. “I’m serious! Al will see what he’s missing tomorrow night!” Angel teased very proud of his scheme.
“This has nothing to do with him, but I do like that idea. As soon as I get off work we need to hit the shops so we still have enough time.” I said trying to plan out the next night. Angel agreed and we worked out the time table to make sure we would stay on track. Work, then shop, then hotel to get ready, then back across town to the party. Excellent, tomorrow night will be all about what I want, it’s been a while since I could say that.
After a couple more hours of giggling and gossip, like hearing allllll about how Husk and Angel made eye contact today and it was riveting, we settle down to fall asleep while the purple lights twinkled above our heads. I tried to calm my mind, but it raced just thinking about tomorrow. This party is for high profile souls, overlords and wealthy demons in hell, hopefully I don’t stick out too much, but I like to think I’ve learned a good amount from my work. Maybe it will be enough to actually go a whole night without thinking about the radio demon, I can only hope.
The next morning there was a renewed joy in my step as I walked down to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It didn’t matter that it was far too early to be awake, or that I was about to be yelled at for the next ten hours of my day, no, I would do it all with a smile because today I actually had something to look forward to. I cozied up in a chair in the lounge with my mug and breathed in the steam while I watched the fire in the fireplace dance.
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I can’t help but wonder what makes him need to be up so early, what business could he have at 4am? He walked through the lounge and I tried to hide the fact that I was watching by playing on my phone. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the sight of him with curious eyes, he was less put together than usual. His ears were tucked back and he wasn’t wearing his waistcoat. It was an odd sighting for him to not have it on. Without it you could see his sleeve garters which gave him an almost rugged look like he had been pouring over his desk for hours, and then you could see his little deer tail. He didn’t greet me and I was not going to be the first one of us to say anything so he passed through the room quietly. After he did, I took another sip of my coffee. Maybe his broadcast had given him some sort of trouble, or perhaps he had been returning to his M.O. from before his absence of torturing souls he saw fit on the air. I don’t care to listen to his broadcasts, when anything important happens I will know either from sinstigram or Velvette yelling about it the next day.
After a few more minutes of enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning hotel I cleaned my mug out and made my way to work.
Upon arriving I could tell I was going to have a few extra duties today. They were already decorating the main event space elsewhere in the building, I could tell by the exorbitant number of tables and decor being moved around through the halls, and if there is one thing Velvette loves it is to micromanage how something looks. I go up to the studio and start collecting my clipboard and the ever growing list of what must get done today. Between keeping tv personalities well dressed, reshoots for the launch of Velvette’s fashion line, and now the party I think I’m going to need a second pair of arms. I guess that’s what we have the studio aids for.
“I need the Art Director for Velvette’s line in the studio, we need to confirm details and revisions.” I spoke into my earpiece and waited for confirmation before moving onto the next task and then the task after that. Finally some time later Velvette joined us in the studio and started barking her own orders as well. I joined the collection of demons flocking to her side for their morning abuse.
“Fucking finally, Lilly I need you to make sure everyone to set downstairs before you leave today. Make sure you have the vision plan and everything else I had them work up so you actually know what the fuck you’re supposed to be checking. If a single fucking chair is at the wrong angle it is your fault. Me and Vox have put too much fucking work into this party tonight for it not to look right I need perfection from you today. Even the seven bloody deadly sins are coming so if anything is not exactly the way I fucking pictured it, your leash will become very short.” She ordered and I nodded quietly. “Until then I need the stupid fucking art director for my line up here now!”
“Yes Ma’am. The Art Director is waiting for you with the concept photos for final approval.” I stated. She smiled, not exactly rare, but not exactly common especially while she was working.
“Finally you use that fucking brain of yours to get shit ready before I have to tell you to. How refreshing! In that case find the makeup artists, they keep running off to hell knows what and I’m this close to snapping one of them in half to set a fucking example, ungrateful little shits!” And with that she left to yell at the next soul she could find.
I spoke into my earpiece again, “Creative Director for Events, where are you? We need to check in immediately.” Upon confirmation that they were downstairs in the event space I headed there myself and we went over the binders of planning and inspiration the Vs had laid out. The event hall was really more like a grand ballroom, as hypermodern as the Vs were, it would seem they still found charm in some old world aesthetics. With massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, white marble floors, and dramatically draped floor length windows, it nearly looked straight out of a period piece. The colors for the party were blue and black, sounds like Vox won that argument. The tables were being set up with black tablecloths and vibrant blue hydrangeas, I didn’t even know you could grow those in hell. There were demons running all around the space sweeping, bringing things in, decorating the stage, the bar, exchanging the drapes out to match the color scheme.
I checked every chair and table to make sure they were level, every centerpiece for dead flowers and leaves, the stage for splinters, the drapes for snugs in the fabric. “Do we have the staff apparel ready?” I asked the director. She was a short demon who was lizard like with one large eye in the center of her head.
“No, we hadn’t coordinated that yet.” Of course not. I mentally rolled my eyes, luckily costuming was my bread and butter.
“I’ll handle that then, how much staff will there be tonight?” I asked clicking my pen so I could jot in down. 100 serves, 10 bartenders, 5 bands, 45 miscellaneous staff on the floor, okay, doable. “Keep a handle on everything down here, I’ll track all of that down, do not let them fuck it up.” I said and she gave a polite nod. Awesome, 160 coordinated outfits, because that won’t take all day or anything.
I spent a good few hours tracking down various sizes of royal blue suit vests and dress pants, royal blue suit jackets, royal blue button up shirts and black ties, royal blue knee length skirts, shoes, but it was possible with the size of our costuming department. By the end of the day I had neatly organized racks of outfits for each position and each size with a skirt or pants option. Staff was just beginning to trickle in the door and I assigned a few studio aids to help make sure everyone had the clothes they required for the night. Before it was too late I did one last once over of the ballroom. Centerpieces were good, chairs good, all the ambient candles were lit, I could see the bartenders just beginning to organize the bars, the bands were setting up their equipment, I think I might have actually pulled this one off.
I breathe a sigh of relief and I finish triple checking my work. Everything is set in place which leaves only one more thing: myself. I handover to the Event Manager who has arrived for the evening and she thanks me for getting us here, something I’m not very used to hearing. I thank her and text Angel Dust that I’m on my way out the door at work and am heading out to pick out a dress. He immediately texts back that he is on his way to the front of the building as well and we will meet there. I gather myself and get there just as he is.
Angel is in good spirits as he links his lower arm with mine, which is still a bit tall for me, and we start wadding through shop after shop. We know we are on a time crunch, but Angel seems to have something very specific in mind. Finally after trying on at least two dozen dresses and probably half as many shops, when I step out of the dressing room his eyes light up and a big smile spreads across his face.
“Oh baby, that is the one!” He spins me toward the mirror and I can’t help but feel a little self conscious. “You are going to be turning heads all fucking night in this little number! We might need to hire security for you!” I laughed at the idea and attempted to pull the hem down just an inch more. It was a very short black, strapless dress with a wide square neckline and a low back. It came with a pair of matching black elbow length gloves and I could already imagine how I would pair it with accessories at home. He was right though, it looked stunning. It hugged every square inch of my body and admittedly had more cleavage than I was used to as it seemed to defy physics by still being supportive, it was beautiful.
“Angel, it might be too much, I don’t want to go overboard.” I said biting my lip, but I couldn’t stop turning in the mirror to see myself at every angle. Angel grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror.
“It’s perfect.” He assured. We bought it and took it home with just one hour left to get ready for the evening.
When he stepped out Angel was wearing a black version of his typical suit jacket and shorts, exchanging his pinkish red gloves for a baby pink pair and kept his thigh high boots, he looked incredible and I told him so, he nearly blushed for a second before lighting back up as we walked downstairs.
“Me? Fucking look at you! Little miss straight-laced, you look drop-double-dead-gorgeous tonight!” He beamed, this time it was my turn to blush. I had added a pair of dark tights and my royal blue Mary Jane shoes, with a delicate royal blue ribbon tied around my neck like a choker. I pulled my gloves up a little more to make sure they were all the way on before running a hand through my hair. I hope he is right.
“Thank you Angel, I try my best.” I said sheepishly. Angel instead upon stopping by the lounge where the rest of the group was gathered to say goodbye before we were off. We stepped into the room and I smiled awkwardly as Angel presented me, very proud of his work.
“I give to you, the new and improved Lilly!” He sang and motioned to me. Charlie looked surprised but happy, Vaggie was about the same, but had a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Sir. Pentious had a light blush but reassured me that I looked very nice. Husk was trying to hide it, but absolutely eyeing Angel. Niffty squealed with joy and ram little figure eights around us manically giggling about how nice we looked. Alastor was nowhere to be found though. “Where’s the big guy? I said I needed everyone!” Angel frowned.
“Please excuse my tardiness, I too was getting ready for tonight!” Alastor chirped as he walked into the room. He was dressed very well, his suit looked new just for the occasion as it was a slightly deeper shade of red than his normal suit and it was more simple with a short tail coat and a chain across the chest and it had a very faint pinstripe pattern to it. He looked like he had gotten a fresh haircut and maybe it’s my imagination, but even his old cane looked a little fresher to match. As I finished drinking him in I realized his eyes were going over me in the very same way.
“Since when are you fucking going to a party that Vox is throwing?” Angel asked the demon who chuckled.
“Oh I wouldn’t dare miss it, so many important demons and souls there tonight. I couldn’t give Vox the chance to twist a narrative if left to his own devices! Plus,” he pulled a small paper from his breast pocket. “He invited me.” Alastor had a wicked smile on as he stuffed his invitation back into his pocket. Angel gave me a small look that told me this was news to him, as it was to me. I guess Alastor is an overlord and Vox does seem rather keen on him. Even if they are enemies, best to keep him close.
“Well, I guess we should all get going then.” I said and before I could turn towards the door shadows crushed over us and just as quickly as they appeared they dissipated and we were in front of the event room door.
As soon as I saw her in the lounge I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her dress was the most revealing thing I’d even seen draped across her figure. The visual mixing with her timid posing made something within me tick. Every curve was on display, the dress hardly covered her ass as the hem just barely brushed the top of her soft thighs, it scarcely managed to contain her chest if she didn’t have perfect posture it could be quite the display, her exposed back left her looking delicate and accessible. An anger burned in me, traipsing through a gala in such a vulnerable position, she should be locked away from such prying eyes where only I can look upon her form like this, where I can revel in it. The gentle look in her eyes made my mind race. How dare she look like that and yet so innocent at the same time, I wanted to ruin that innocent look, I wanted her eyes to hold nothing but pleasure and lust as I did so. If a soul should so much as hover their eyes over her a moment too long I might have to restrain myself from slaughtering them. As we walked into the event room Angel was quickly called away but Valentino, who blew us a sarcastic kiss from across the busy room. My eyes stayed trained on her though, she would not be leaving my sight tonight whether she knew it or not.
Alastor seemed in no rush to find any friends as he walked behind me through the crowded space. Hundreds of demons and overlords and hellish elites mingled around me. I secretly enjoyed his company, but me and Angel had agreed that tonight was about me and as much as I was intregued by Alastor, I knew that went one way. “Alastor, if you are going to accompany me tonight,” I turned and flashed a smile at him. “Would you perhaps be able to hunt down a drink for me to sip on? It’s awfully warm.” I asked, anxiously adjusting my gloves again. He casted his eyes across the room before answering.
“Why don’t you join me, My Dear? We’ll find it together. Then I can brief you on who not to talk to.” He stressed the end of his sentence like it was very important I don’t meet certain souls in attendance tonight. He reached to place a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward but I stepped to the side.
“Please Alastor, I’ll find my way to somewhere quiet until you return, I’m a big girl.” I teased a little and batted my eyes at him. I don’t know what his deal was tonight, maybe he had more foes than friends in attendance, but still I know how to get out of a sticky situation when I find myself in one, especially here.
“I insist, I wouldn’t want to abandon a lady at an event like this, who knows what kind of unsavory figure could swoop in.” The static crackled off his voice at the beginning. I felt his hand meet my shoulder successfully. His eyes burned into mine and I felt there was danger that I wasn’t aware of. I gave in and slowed to allow him to guide me towards the bar. It was quite busy and in the crowd my back was nearly pressed against his chest as we walked. I could feel the heat coming off in him, he smelled like fresh rain in the woods. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and kept a polite smile on as we finally reached the edge of the crowd for my drink.
Alastor left my side by less than two steps to order me a drink, I took the chance to look around the room. There were hundreds of finely dressed demons in attendance, a part of me was very pleased to see everyone enjoying the space I had helped to create and so far not a hair out of place.
“For you, My Dear.” He said graciously as he handed me my glass, if I remember the menu correctly this is a mermaid mule, giving it a violently blue color. “Now I think it’s about time we start making the rounds to say hello, don’t you think?” He grinned and placed his hand back on my shoulder blade as we reentered the crowd. It wasn’t really a question that explain answer. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, he was quite cautiously watching the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for anyone in particular or not, but his mind certainly had a goal it was focused on.
“Alastor, I appreciate the escort, but really I was hoping to be on my own tonight.” He did not bother to look at me, but he did seem to see someone he wished to talk to as we gently started heading a different way. “I fear you might not be the most suitable wing man.” I teased trying to smile at the taller demon.
“I’m afraid not, besides please allow me to introduce you to the darling Rosie, overlord of cannibal town!” He motioned to the women just a couple of feet ahead of us now. She was tall and remarkably pretty even with her hollowed out eyes and her sharp teeth she managed to look friendly and lively. “Rosie! A pleasure as always!” Alastor sang.
She turned and lit up upon seeing him, waving us over. “Alastor darling, it’s so good to see you! Who’s this little number you brought along tonight? You better keep a close eye on her. I could eat her right up!” Her smile reminded me of his, but it was more sincere. She spoke with a very old dialect, but it left me thinking she ought to be sipping tea on someone’s porch with a novel in her hand. I returned her smile and Alastor introduced us.
“This is Lilly, an associate of mine from Charlie’s hotel.” He said and Rosie gave a small applause.
“It is very nice to meet you Ma’am, I am very lucky to be a resident under the princess’ trust. I hope you are enjoying the evening, I helped put it together, so please feel free to let me know if there is anything at all you need. I am positive we can make it happen.” I offered and she giggled.
“Oh such a sweetheart, you are! What a very nice swaray this is turning out to be, thank you! I can’t imagine need anything not already provided!” She assured me and she and Alastor continued to talk for a few more minutes. I watched Alastor as he did, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, it was a nice look on him, but his ears would twitch every so often giving away that he was still on high alert.
Eventually Alastor excused us, in search of another overlord to greet. We repeated this pattern a few times, one even joked that if Alastor was going to keep such a close eye on me he needed to put me ‘under contract’, or he would. I felt Alastor’s claws ever so slightly press themselves a little harder into my skin and his laugh was clipped. Once we had a moment to ourselves again I scanned the room for Angel or Valentino, I hadn’t seen him since our arrival, but with no luck. I did however spot another V. I could see Vox chatting up an interesting looking demon, he was tall and owl like and dressed quite regally, I recognized him as Stolis, rumor had it he did love daytime dramas so I guess I can’t be too surprised.
“Alastor, maybe I should go find Angel, just to check in on him.” It almost felt futile, of course I enjoyed Alastor’s company, and the feeling of his hand sent electric currents through my skin, but it also felt hopeless to think that he was thinking what I was thinking. Thinking about how he had looked so delightfully disheveled this morning, how he might look beneath his well tailored clothes, how the heat of his body might fully wash over mine, how his hand might feel elsewhere. It wouldn’t take more than a couple skilled movement to have me out of a dress like this and I was sure he was skilled. I nearly blushed at just the passing thought.
It took all the strength I had to not sink my claws into her. Why did she want to walk away so badly, I have been nothing but the perfect gentleman all evening and still she is not content. I flicked my eyes back down to hers, I could smell a faint scent of attraction from her, how sweet it smelled. Maybe I could use that to keep her close. Clearly she wanted some kind of attention tonight, I could give her a little taste. “Do I bore you? I apologize if meeting so many people was overwhelming, but it would have been rude not to.” I grinned, I allowed my hand to drop to the bottom of her back, just above her dress. “I appreciate your cooperation, truthfully,” I walked us forward and bent down ever so slightly so I could whisper into her ear. I could smell the perfume of her attraction better here, her back was stiff and I could see her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. “I don’t trust a single soul here to be alone with you, My Dear.” I said, my tone was soft but I couldn’t help the static creeping into my voice. It was true after all, none of them deserved to even lay eyes on her.
She looked up at me with sweet wide eyes, “Is that why, Alastor, you’ve kept me on such a short leash tonight?” She asked. Oh I would love to put her on a leash. “Afraid I might find a new overlord to pester?” She smiled at her own jab. “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to find a little bit of, y’know, company tonight.” Her face flushed softly and felt that pit in my stomach grow.
She wanted some disgusting demon to see her like that, to touch her like that. The idea made me sick, and more so my anger grew. The image of her sprawled out, eyes so innocent and inviting, her hair like the halo she deserved on the pillow beneath her, for someone else? I had to control my anger or before I could explain myself we would be back in the hotel, back in my room, and I needed to be here tonight unfortunately.
And that reason was walking towards us now as my smile widened I was keenly aware of my hand moving to grip Lilly’s waist instead to keep her even closer to me.
Alastor’s grip was strong, I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, surely what I said hadn’t upset him like this. Then it made sense, Vox. While they have been throwing punches from afar via broadcast this is the first time they will have seen each other face to face since Alastor’s return. Vox was in the same suit he always wore, but it at least looked a little better pressed today.
“Alastor! Has anyone ever told you it’s rude not to greet the host.” Vox remarked as he walked into range. “I didn’t think we were inviting just anyone tonight?” He laughed, Alastor produced his invitation from his pocket again.
“Why, you personally signed it. There was a kiss and a heart on my invitation just like you always did.” Alastor remarked, flipping it over between his fingers to prove it, making Vox scowl slightly. I held in a giggle. His annoyed eyes landed on me and I suddenly wanted Alastor’s shadows to whisk me away from here. Work is one thing, I tolerate whatever abuse the other two Vs wish to throw my way as politely as I can to keep Velvette happy, but I’m not working now, and my back is against the chest of the soul Vox might just hate the most in all of hell. The other part of me wants to stand tall, who says I can even rely on Alastor for defense here, he’s so hot and cold with me. “And Vel’s pet, what a combination! I must say Velvette has only had the pettiest complaints tonight so that is as close as a job well down can be for her, congratulations!” Vox held out a hand for me to shake. I wanted to look at Alastor for approval or an excuse, I really wanted to not have to shake his hand, but I did. An acute ringing appeared in my ears.
“Thank you, Mr. Vox.” I said plainly. There was tension in the air between the two, but they both remained polite. It would cause too much of a scene for them to duke it out here in public. I felt the anger pooling in Alastor’s muscles as it felt like he was entirely still, not even feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed behind me anymore. I could feel his eyes bore into me, something I normally treasured, but now I couldn’t shake the animosity that was behind them even if that was not necessarily directed my way.
“I rather think red and black would have been a more flattering theme, but I guess blue is nice to some people.” Alastor quipped, adjusting his suit jacket proudly, Vox’s smile strained.
“It looks to me that someone prefers the blue.” Vox smirked and reached for the ribbon I wore around my neck, but before he could actually make contact Alastor moved us a step back. He held me with a force that threatened the delicate fabric of my dress.
“A gentleman would ask permission before reaching for a lady that way, and concede when she denies. Maybe you yourself are too modern for basic manners?” Alastor teased. His eyes burned bright red, contrasting his airy attitude and smile. I could feel his breath ticking the nape of my neck, under different circumstances I might let myself dwell on that feeling, I knew he was fired up. As bloodthirsty as Alastor may be, he has his values.
“You know I could introduce you to at least twenty demons here tonight who could show you a better time.” Vox couldn’t help but keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood with one hand on his hip, it almost sounded like a threat, I’m not sure if I wanted to know exactly what a good time entails for him. Vox played with Alastor’s protectiveness tonight. Ironically, here was someone who was basically offering me exactly what I claimed I wanted, but now that it’s in front of me and especially coming from him I had no interest. I was repulsed by the idea. I kept my back straight and tried to shake off Alastor’s grip a little, I don’t want to be intimidated by Vox right now. He doesn’t hold any direct power over me more than any other demon here. I’m sick of being pushed and pulled around so much.
“I’m plenty satisfied with my company. I’d like if you left us be now, I’m sure you can find time to taunt Alastor on any other day. We would like to enjoy the night.” I asserted. His plasma smile inverted. He looked like a petulant child being told play time was over.
“You’re welcome to reconsider, I’m sure Velvette would like-“
“Velvette does not care for my company, Mr. Vox.” I cut him off. I held back my shame thinking about her and forced myself to continue. “Goodnight, Sir.” He couldn’t hide his displeasure in my answer, clearly he had wanted to demean Alastor in some way by whisking away his date. He took two steps towards us, leaving just a foot of space in between. Baring his LED teeth he looked down at me.
“You ungrateful bi-”
“Be so kind as to let us get on with our evening wont you?” Alastor cut him off, static crackling off his words, he loomed behind me, his eyes practically begging Vox to push him further. He wouldn’t make the first move, but he wouldn’t step down once Vox did. Without looking past me Vox took a deep breath and straightened his tie returning to his dry smile.
“Enjoy the night. We’ll see you in the studio tomorrow.” Vox nodded in my direction with a glint in his eye. I stood in silence as he turned his back to us and rejoined the crowd.
I turned around to face Alastor. Part of me wanted to run away from here, be enveloped in his arms and just dissolve. Another part of me wanted his fingers to find somewhere else they could mercilessly sink into and to free me from my dress as we fell onto his bed. The part of me that won, however, was the part that looked at his angry eyes and smiled, requesting another drink. We could stay here if it meant he would keep holding onto me, if it meant he would continue to be just a step behind me no matter what, if it meant I was the center of his attention for a little bit longer. I knew I might have to pay for my disrespect in the morning, but that felt so far away at this moment. Right now I was safe, I was with Alastor, and that's all I wanted to think about. The ambient candle light danced in his eyes as he looked at me, and as much as he would hate to hear it, the contrast of the rich blue background only made his red hair and eyes look all that much more alluring.
He indulged my request and his grip on my waist was no longer lethal as he guided me to the closest bar in the event room. I ordered my drink and downed it to try to steady my head. Alastor gently hummed along to the band playing while leaning his back against the bar a little, he looked content and for a moment he almost looked like a regular person enjoying his night. If you wanted you could imagine him in life, whatever that had looked like, it was haunting.
“Alastor, would you dance with me?” I asked, unable to keep a smile off my face at his display. He stood up and took one of my hands in his and his grin grew as he gave me a small bow.
“Of course, My Dear, I’d be delighted.” He replied and we joined the dance floor not far away. I was, unfortunately, not a terribly skilled dancer, but Alastor led and I was able to follow. His arm snaked around my waist while the other kept my hand, my free hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes consumed me and I savored it. We had been close all night, but for the first time the proximity felt purposefully intimate. I nearly couldn’t bear the way he looked at me, half lidded eyes slowly raked over my figure before landing back on my own eyes. I wanted him to say something. Beside the fact that I was heavily focused on not tripping over my own feet, my heart raced and I’m not sure I could muster anything worth saying. This was the closest thing I could call a confirmation that he might be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe he had been all night, maybe that was why he couldn’t let me out of his grip for more than thirty seconds. Or maybe he just liked putting on a show.
I was able to match his steps as we spun around the floor. He had a slightly softer smile playing on his lips. I hoped my nerves weren’t showing through in my smile, I felt like I had it under control, but as I held his gaze I wasn’t so sure my eyes were on my side. “You are a marvelous dancer, no need to worry, you are doing perfectly fine.” Alastor cooed, thinking that must be what’s caused my anxiety. I allowed myself I look past him for a moment to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even an okay dancer, but it is sweet he would say so.
“I think you are the first dance partner of mine to say that. I stepped on many date’s toes unfortunately in life.” I admitted. Back in my dancing days I quickly fell down the rank of ladies at work to take out, I might be able to make you laugh but that’s about all I was good at on a date.
“Maybe the problem was more so with the partner.” Alastor said and twirled us around. “I seem to have no such problem.” He pulled me ever so slightly closer to him, my chest nearly against his. He was right, I hadn’t actually had much of a misstep at all. He was an excellent dance partner. He knew how to lead and to help me stay in time with him. Alastor gently guided my waist in the direction changes, or gave my hand a gentle squeeze. We were working in tandem quite gracefully.
The song came to an end and I wished it would last just a couple of minutes longer. Alastor released me and gave a slight bow, he was completely serious but I couldn’t help from giggling a little. Such a gentleman tonight. His hand returned to my shoulder blade and we melted into the crowd again. I thought about Alastor more, he is difficult, but it just makes me want more of him. I never know what I will get with him and as frustrating as it is it is also alluring. I pulled up the tops of my gloves a little, just to busy myself, as I caught my breath. I almost felt cold now without the heat of his body so close to mine, even though he was just a few inches further away than he had been it was enough for a chill to sweep through me. I hugged myself a little to compensate and blushed slightly when I realized how pronounced it made my chest. Almost immediately I felt a warm soft fabric cover my shoulders. I looked down at it as I pulled it closer to me and realized it was Alastor’s suit jacket before looking back at him.
“You looked cold, understandable given your attire, we wouldn’t want you to catch a chill now would we?” Alastor offered before I could even question him with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled back.
“Thank you, though I paid good money for this dress, I ought to show it off. I don’t know when else I’ll ever get the excuse to.” I said and soothed the hem of my dress that just barely came down long enough. I moved to shake off the jacket, but his hand on my shoulder kept me from doing so.
His smile widened. “I think you look particularly lovely just like this!” His voice rang in my ears. Such a protective gentleman. I couldn’t help but to want to tease him.
I shrugged off his hand and his jacket, offering it back to him. “Please, Alastor, I insist.” He begrudgingly took it back and slipped the jacket back on, adjusting his cuffs. I looked up at him with shy eyes as I slowly traced my hands over my silhouette, seemingly to soothe my dress to anyone else. I watched as Alastor’s eyes followed my hands. “Thank you, I think I look rather nice, don’t you?” I asked sweetly. His eyes flicked back up to mine before I spun a little to give him a better look. His grip on his cane became tight. He looked at me like I was prey he was stalking in the forest, absolutely trained on me watching what I would do next. It burned into me and I loved it.
“You look very nice, My Dear. I think you know that.” He said, his voice was clipped, but not dangerous. I smiled. It was fun to get under his skin a little, especially given how he does it to me.
“Maybe, but I was just curious if you also thought so. You look quite handsome yourself, I rather like this suit on you.” I teased and adjusted his lapels a little. I could feel his breath again on the top of my head as I did so and when I looked at his eyes they were glowing a deep ruby color. His hand curled around my wrist, plucking it off of him. I could tell he was trying to decide exactly what to say, so I continued to press him. “Oh, does the touching only go one way? You’ve had your hands on me all night. I thought I might return the favor.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at him. My vision darkened and for a moment all I could see was the glowing of his eyes and his crazed grin. When it lightened back up I knew I was back in the hotel, but in a room I had never seen before. My eyes found the forest that looked like it had been patched onto the room and I knew. This must be Alastor’s room.
The confidence I had held just seconds ago evaporated upon the realization. Alastor gently guided my chin so that my gaze was directed back at him. I knew my eyes were wide and my heart thudded against my ribs as I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified or thrilled, or both. His ears were flat against his head as his eyes drank me in one last time. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.” His voice came out low and no louder than a whisper. One of his arms wrapped around my waist like when we were dancing, but now his claws nearly pierced my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. He held me close there, I had no answer.
Alastor used his other hand to slowly run the sharp edge of a claw along a path from my jaw, down my neck, over my shoulder, then across my back. My skin hissed at the sensation, it wasn’t even enough to truly break the skin but it sent shockwaves through my system. I stood perfectly still, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I wanted him to just tell me, tell me if he craves me the way I crave him or not. I wanted more of his touch, but I was in no position to demand such a thing.
“As soon as I saw your little getup tonight,” He started to explain, deliberately fiddling with my dress’ fabric. “I wanted to whisk you up here, keep you away from any other soul who might see you in such a state.” I felt my face growing increasingly warm as he combed his free hand through my hair. “I didn’t think they deserved such a sight, but I didn’t want to upset you, My Dear, so I settled for keeping a close watch over you.” I melted into his touch as he held my cheek in his hand while he spoke. “I restrained myself then, but you have pushed me too far.” Alastor leaned his head in closer to mine, until our foreheads almost touched. His eyes were still a glowing deep red. “I’ll tell you a secret. All night I have been able to smell the lust pouring out of you, and right now is the strongest it’s ever been. You smell so sweet.” his neck dips even lower and his lips threaten to brush against my neck, the promise of sweet kisses tantalizing close. I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins, I was hyper aware of every inch of my body that Alastor was touching, my muscles screamed for me to do something. Either run away or grab him and never let him go, waiting was torture. “You have to go.”
My mind raced. Alastor wanted me to leave? We were still tangled together, he made no real move to let me leave. My body ached for more of his touch, I desperately wanted more. I didn’t want to leave this moment. “Please, let me stay.” I begged, my voice breathy almost as if I was gasping for air. I didn’t need air, I needed Alastor. He slowly straightened back up and released his grasp on my waist. My skin hissed at the lack of his heat, the dewy scent of him retreating as he took a step back. He did not raise his eyes to meet mine though, instead his voice was low and gravely, charged with static and energy as he commanded me again.
“Leave.” It was not a question. I held myself back from arguing with him and backed away towards the door behind me. His shadows pooled around him on the floor. Some seemed to deliberately run in my direction as if to grab me and pull me back but any time one headed my way another would smack it back. I watched Alastor while my back was still waiting to find the wall. He was not his normal composed self, no this was raw. He almost looked ashamed, yet angry, searching for something to take that out on. I would pray for whatever creature he takes that out on if I thought it would help. The heavy rise and fall of his chest gave away just how agitated he had become.
Finally my back pressed against the wall while my hand began to search for the doorknob. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t speak, I could barely move. Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? I don’t want to push him too hard, but it gnawed on me, if I’d caused this outburst I want to make it right. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but before the first letter could fully form a shadow shot out to me, wrapping itself around my throat and jaw. I froze, I’ve been in the position before and did not want to make him more angry. Alastor slowly turned towards me, his breathing was labored and as he lifted his head I could see a gruesome grin on his face.
“I. Said. Out.”
I was forced backwards by the force of his shadow and only was able to disconcert the sound of his door slamming back shut as I realized I was now on the other side of it. I had fallen back from the force and found myself just staring up at his door. I suddenly felt small and alone here. Just a minute ago I had been the center of Alastor’s universe as we danced and now I was thrown aside and shut out. I wracked my brain for what had set him off so terribly.
I remembered his words, he had confessed to being attracted to me, and knowing I was attracted to him, it felt humiliating. I had felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, he hadn’t technically rejected me, but it sure felt like he had. My confidence had crashed. I wanted to curl up and die. I also wanted to march back in Alastor’s room and scream at him for making me feel this way, for building me up just to crush me in the end. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I forced them away. I don’t want to break down, instead I redirected the energy. You want me to leave? I’ll leave alright.
I slowly pulled myself back up and dusted off my dress, fixing myself and taking a long deep breath for comfort.. I cast one last hurt glance back at Alastor’s door and headed downstairs.
Shame, humiliation, and confusion swirled in my mind, perhaps distorting my decision making capabilities. I debated my next move, but I wasn’t in the headspace to think wisely. My feet carried me forward as if the speed of my steps could out pace these feelings. Soon my heels were clicking down the grand staircase outside the front door while my nails dug into my palm, my gloves didn’t protect me. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was walking, but I eventually found myself down an all too familiar path.
I could see the massive glowing light of the Vs’ studio signage even though I was still a solid mile away. It was as daunting as it always was, the blue neon looked like a bruise on the hellish red sky. It was fitting. The place that I looked forward to leaving everyday was suddenly a constant I could cling onto. I knew exactly where I stood here, I knew what to expect, what to do, how to act, who to be. I was thankful for that role, thankful for the rock it gave me to sink my nails into in order to hold onto something, anything, that made me feel better. Here I didn’t have to be myself and everything that entailed, I could simply be Velvette’s errandgirl, someone who did not care what that deer demon was doing back at the hotel right now. Someone who didn’t dwell on whether or not she would be able to bring herself to look into his deep ruby eyes the next time they met. Someone who didn’t miss the way he looked at her back in the ballroom with a playful possessiveness as the candle light danced behind them. No. I would be too busy for any of that.
I straightened out my back when the building came into focus drawing on a polite shy smile.
Quietly, I rejoined the event space. The party had of course continued in my absence, none the wiser to my personal angst. I cast my eyes about the room in search of Angel, unlikely as it was I couldn’t help myself. A friendly face would be nice right now, but no such luck. So I took a step forward, ever still conscious of my looks and of the crowd, and made my way back towards the bar. Alone this time, but the night was just beginning.
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summary: something about the color white on your boyfriend... pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader word count: 3.2k words warnings: SMUT – fingering (f receiving), face slapping, hair pulling, spitting, degradation, kind of edging (?), unprotected sex. this is pure filth. this post is 18+. minors do not interact. note: listen. carlos in white fireproofs is literally so fucking sexy. i demand that ferrari bring it back. anyways i hope you enjoy. tagging @sluts-inc bc ;)
“Are you coming to the paddock today?” You look up from your phone, Carlos already clad in his Ferrari polo and blue jeans. “It’s quali day.” He bends down to press a kiss to your cheek.  
You hum softly, debating your options. On the one hand, you didn’t care to be on the paddock other than race days. You felt in the way most times, and so when you do find yourself in the garage you are waiting patiently for your boyfriend in his motor home. However, Carlos had been gushing all week about how good he feels in the car, and that his gut is telling him that this race may just be his best one yet. 
Carlos presses another kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your lips. You smile, pecking him softly before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll come.”
You don’t take very long to get ready. You decide on a light green sundress with cute floral detailing. It was a hot day anyways, so jeans were not an option. When you’re just about ready, Carlos grins up at you, standing from his seat and pulling you close to him. 
“Te ves hermosa mi amor.” You look beautiful my love. He kisses you softly, and you smile against his plump lips.
“Gracias, bebe.”
The drive over to the track didn’t take long, Carlos on the phone with some people for most of the way. His hand settles on your thigh as he drives, thumb rubbing soft circles as if to acknowledge you. When you get on the paddock, Carlos’s fingers intertwine with yours as he pulls you through the crowd with him all the way to the bright red garage. He was already running slightly late for some media appearances, so he bids you goodbye with a quick kiss and jogs over to Charles. 
Engineers and mechanics run rampant around the garage, moving tires and going over any final changes to strategies. You say hi to a few people before making your way to the McLaren garage in search of Luisinha to keep you company. The two of you stick together all while the boys are in media, only parting ways when Carlos finally texts you that he’s in his motorhome and asks about your whereabouts. By the time you make it back, Carlos is already out of his polo and jeans, the red tracksuit already hanging on his hips. 
What catches you off guard is the white fireproofs he has on. You hadn’t seen them on him in months, the team switching them out for red ones at the beginning of the season. His tan skin contrasts beautifully against the bright fabric, and the dips and curves of muscles bulge from beneath it. You can feel you mouth water, the area between your legs tingling. 
Rupert and Caco smile at you, not noticing your flustered state, before walking out of Carlos’s room. Your boyfriend has yet to look at you, but he does greet you as he pulls the top half of his race suit up.
“Hi baby. Where’d you go?” 
“Mmmm, hung out with Lu for a bit. Got a little lonely.” You mumble, walking up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 
He smiles over at you, “Sorry hermosa.”
“That’s okay baby.” Your fingers trail down his arm, “Why are you wearing white?”
He hums, zipping the suit halfway, “The red ones are too small. Only had this spare in my bag.” You nod, biting your lip as you watch him through the mirror. He raises his brow at you, a teasing smile splayed on his lips. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” you shake your head, moving to stand in front of him, “You look good in white.” You stand on your tip toes to press a kiss on his lips. Carlos knows you too well, knows that the comment is nothing like you claim. His hands cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss. You’re caught off guard, but welcome the embrace, your arms moving to hang loosely around his neck. 
He backs you up against the wall, and you sigh onto his lips. “Not nothing mamita,” he mumbles, “You must want something, no?” His head dips down to trail kisses along your jaw, down your neck.
Your eyes fall shut, savoring the feeling of his soft lips and the way he sucks on the skin of your neck. His hands drop down to your hips, making their way to your butt to give you a quick squeeze. His thigh moves between your legs, parting them, and you can’t help but begin to grind on him lightly. Carlos chuckles against your neck, picking his head up to look at you. 
“I don’t have time,” He looks at his watch, “need to get in the car soon.” 
You pout, fingers finding the zipper of his race suit and pulling it down, revealing the white fabric. “You sure?” You stare at him through your lashes, and Carlos stares at you with wide eyes. You’re still grinding against his leg, and a soft moan escapes you as you roll your hips a little harder. Carlos nearly gives in, but there’s a hard knock on the door. 
“Chili! Five minutes!”
Carlos grabs your hips, stopping your movements. “I’m sorry mamita.” 
You pout, “Fine.” 
“Don’t be like that.” He mumbles, grabbing your chin and placing a swift kiss on your lips. “C’mon, we have to go.”
He zips up his race suit once again, grabbing his baclava and your hand before exiting the room. You watch as Carlos begins to get ready to get in the car. He pulls his baclava over his head, pushing the dark strands of hair back and under the material. You walk up to him, pulling the headpiece just low enough for you to sneak on more kiss. 
“Good luck, papi.” 
Carlos’s eyes go dark. You smile at him innocently, pulling the fabric over his mouth before walking away to grab your headphones. You sit in your seat in front of the screen, showing you live coverage of the third free practice session. Your boyfriend climbs into his car, giving you one last wink before pulling his visor down. 
Practice is practice, nothing too exciting happens. Carlos gets fastest lap on several occasions, but by the end of the free practice session, Charles secures it. You stand as Carlos’s car get backed into the garage, and slowly back away as the chaos ensues. No one notices as you slip back into the opening of the hallway, except your boyfriend. He looks over at you, holding up his index finger to tell you to wait for him, and you nod. Everyone is in their own world, not paying attention or simply too busy to notice the way you ogle at Carlos as he pulls the top half of his race suit down.
You don’t know what’s in the air today, and why for whatever reason the white fireproofs have your insides doing flips. Maybe it’s the way his skin looks against it, or that if you stare long enough, or very possibly, you know that if he were drenched in champagne right now you could see straight through it. 
Carlos’s body faces you as he talks to his engineers, and he goes between looking at them and you. He offers you an apologetic smile, but you don’t mind and gesture that you’ll be waiting in his room for him. You sit on the little make-shift bed, leaning back and going on your phone. 
Sorry hermosa, I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Need to talk to Mattia.
You nibble on your lip, opening your camera and flipping it over to show your legs. You hum softly, spreading them slightly and dipping your hands between them and under your dress. The green material is hiked up high, the tops of your thighs exposed. You sent the photo with a text.
I’ll be right here.
You weren’t actually touching yourself, you just wanted to have a little fun. And maybe it would be enough to get him to come a little sooner than ten minutes. You watch as the grey bubble pops up and disappears. A satisfied smile curves onto your lips as you stretch your legs out, crossing them and going on social media. 
You aren’t even three posts down before Carlos slides through his door and quickly shuts it, turning the lock. You look up at him, confused.
“I thought you said ten minutes?”
“Stand up.” You furrow your brows, looking up at him as he shoves his baclava and helmet into the shelves. He looks over at you, tilting his head. “Stand up.” 
His voice is deeper, raspier, as he stares at you waiting for you to listen. You set your phone down, sliding your legs onto the floor and standing. He saunters over to you, squeezing your cheeks between his four fingers and thumb, forcing you to look up at him. You whimper at the contact. 
“You think it’s funny?” He asks lowly, leaning in, “Sending me that picture while I’m talking to my boss? What if someone saw it? What if someone saw the photo of you playing with yourself?” You don’t answer, mostly because you simply didn’t have one. Instead you widen your eyes, staring up at him like you don’t have a clue about what he’s talking about. “You want to play games? I can play too.” He releases your face, “take off your panties, and sit down.” 
You do as he says, quickly sliding off the thong and sitting back down on the bed. You lean back back against the wall. Carlos steps between your legs, leaning down to kiss you feverishly. You can feel his fingers pushing your hair back, gripping it at the base of your neck and yanking your lips from his own. You whine softly, but he smirks, waiting for your reaction as his free hand creeps up your thigh. You can feel his calloused fingers softly tracing a line from the top of your knee to the top of your thigh. Your legs try to squeeze shut, but Carlos’s body prevents them from doing so.
“Carlos please.” You whisper, looking up at him. 
“Patience, hermosa.” His index middle finger moves up and down your slit slowly. Up and down, up and down, agonizingly slow. You buck your hips, in hopes to get more, but he pulls your hair harder. “Sit still, or I’ll walk out of here right now.” 
You know he won’t, but his finger is sitting in a spot just below your clit and not moving so you comply. “Sorry papi.” 
His pupils are blown and without wanting, he plunges his middle finger into you. You gasp and he smirks. “Good girl.” 
He begins to pump at a slow pace, finally leaning in to kiss you again. Your fingers cup his cheeks, pulling him closer. The kiss is a mess of desperation, teeth clashing and tongues touching. Carlos slips his ring finger in without warning, curving his digits to brush against your sweet spot. You moan softly against his lips, and he curves his fingers as he thrusts his fingers into you. It isn’t long until you are a mess of moans, begging for more. The feeling of his fingers curling deep inside of you pulls a guttural moan from the back of your throat, and you being to pant. Carlos releases your hair, his hand finding a home around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your neck, leaning down towards your ear. 
“Quiet.” 
He quickens his pace, and he feels your pussy squeezing around his fingers. “I’m close.” Your voice is strained, trying your best to keep you moans at bay, even though the way his fingers brush against your g-spot make you want to scream. He pauses, fingers deep inside of you, and pulls away to look at your cunt. He begins to spread his fingers inside of you, and he looks up at you to gage your reaction. The stretch is different, but you moan softly to encourage him to do it again. He does so, this time pulling his fingers out, spreading them as he pushes them back in. He moves slowly, leaning back in to press kisses along your jaw. 
“Your pussy feels so good, hermosa.” He whispers into your ear, teeth playing with your ear lobe. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” 
“Please,” You finally muster, mind hazy as you feel your orgasm beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. 
“Please what?” You had no answer. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything other than the bubble about to burst inside of you. Carlos retracts his fingers, and you let out a whine as the bubble slowly deflates. “Don’t be a brat, use your words.”
“I wanna come.” You slur, the words barely tumbling out of your lips. You reach up for him, trying to pull him in for a kiss but he pulls away before you get ahold of him.
“Where do you wanna come baby? On my fingers? On my cock?” 
Frustration builds inside of you, the teasing and taunting words finally getting to you. You sit up, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in for a kiss. Carlos molds his lips to yours, arms wrapping around your lower back to scoot you towards the edge of the bed. Your legs wrap themselves around him, pulling him close enough that you can feel his bulge pressing against your unclothed center. You make quick work, fingers pushing the rest of his suit down his legs, along with his underwear. Carlos pulls away, hands reaching for the back of his neck as he begins to pull the white long sleeve off of his torso. 
“No!” You say hastily, gripping onto the front hem of his shirt and tugging it down. “Keep this on.” He raises his brow, and you feel your cheeks tinge pink. “Please.” 
Carlos nods, chuckling and leaning back in to kiss you. He lowers your body slowly, your back laying flat against the not-so-plush bed, neck craning and head resting agains the wall. You prop yourself up on your elbow, your free hand reaching down between you two to grab his dick in your hands. The Spaniard inhales deeply, sucking on your bottom lip harder as you begin to pump his hard shaft. Your thumb grazes over the head, spreading his pre-cum all over the top. 
“Need you inside of me,” You mumble between kisses, “Need you to fill me up.” 
Carlos nods, swatting your hand away and standing up. He places his hand beneath your knees, pushing your legs up so that your knees are closer to your face. Carlos looks down between your legs, admiring your glistening, pink cunt staring right back at him. He sucks his cheeks in brief before pursing his lips, a ball of spit stringing down and landing between your lips. You feel the warm ball of wet sliding between your folds, and you moan at the sight before you. Carlos looks up at you through his lashes, a smirk on his lips as he leans forward. He rubs the head of his dick all along your folds before finally plunging into you. 
He leans down, hooking your knees over his shoulder as he kisses you once again. The kiss is fast, hard enough to bruise your lips. His hips begin to move at a slow pace, pulling all the way out of you before pushing back in. He does this over and over again, pushing deep enough that you fell as though he’s in your stomach. 
“Fuiste hecho para mi.” You were made for me. 
You moan at his words, whiney and high pitched as he continues to thrust in and out of you. Carlos pauses his movements, enjoying the feeling of your warmth hugging him, he could’ve came right in that moment. You begin to circle your hips, and Carlos is quick to still them. He thrusts again, this time faster, rougher. He shifts his body, moving your knees off his shoulder and allowing him to reach even deeper in you.
“Is this what you wanted, hm?” He asks, grabbing your face and forcing him to look at you. “You wanted me to fuck you? Couldn’t wait until we got home?” He releases your face, only to slap you right across the face. The stinging and unexpected contact causes you to moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. You don’t see Carlos smirk above you as he mumbles, “selfish little brat,” before popping you across the cheek again. 
Carlos snaps his hips against your, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. The bubble in the pit of your stomach grows again, and your boyfriend knows. He feels the way your pussy clenches around him, how much wetter you’ve suddenly become. He knows your body liken the back of his hand, how close you are to your release. So he pulls out. 
You whine, elbows finally giving out beneath you. “Carlos, why?”
“Why should I let you come, amor?” He taunts, pulling you by the arms so that you’re sitting up. Your posture is slumped, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Carlos gently pushes the strands of hair back gently, before cupping your reddened cheek. “Mi dulce amor,” my sweet love, “Look at you. Such a fucking mess for my cock.” 
“Please.” It’s all you can manage, “Please.” 
He smirks, nodding. “Only because you ask so nicely.” He pushes into you again, and you groan at the stretch. “Look.” His hand retreats behind your neck, pushing your head down to watch as his dick strokes in and out of you. You feel his fingers weave through your hair before pulling your head back gently. He’s smiling, it’s cocky, like he knows the power he has over you. 
“Feels so good.” You finally say, moaning as he thrusts quicker. He smirks at you words, leaning in to kiss you quickly. “You fuck me so good. Only you.” 
He grunts, taking his thumb and tugging at your bottom lip. “Abierta.” Open. 
You comply, parting your lips and wrapping them around his thumb. You suck lightly, tongue swirling around his digit and releasing it with a pop when he tugs it out. Carlos leans in to capture your lips with his, wet thumb finding a new home against your clit. He rubs circles against he sensitive bundle of nerves, applying light pressure. “Want you to finish on my dick.”
You nod, moaning softly. His thrusts and thumb don’t falter, and soon enough that bubble is back. With a final thrust, it finally pops and a moan bubbles from the back of your throat, the sounds suppressed by Carlos’s lips. He doesn’t stop, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. The feeling of your pussy pulsating around him is enough to bring him to his own finish, and it isn’t long until he pushes his dick as far as he can into you, coating your walls with his come. You both are panting, looking at each other, before breaking into a giggling mess. 
“You okay hermosa?” He asks, stroking the cheek he struck gently. 
“I’m good baby.” 
He hums, kissing you once more and pulling out. He watches as his come and yours, slowly drip out of your cunt. “Mmmm something about the color white, no?”
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Jealousy, jealousy
A/N: okay, change of plans. I’ve decided to split menswear from this request and write them as two separate pieces. Here’s the requested one shot. Hop the anon who requested it sees it. Enjoy, and as always, feedback is more than encouraged!
Warnings: smut. Sub!Matty. Smoking, drinking.
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Matty just knew today wasn’t going to be a good day. He had this weird feeling as soon as he opened his eyes this morning. A pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite shake off. A feeling that everything was just a bit too much for his racing brain. But nothing could’ve prepared him for where this night seems to be going.
He cowered in the dark corner of the party venue, lighting a cigarette and clutching his damp, slippery beer bottle. It probably wasn’t a good idea to come tonight, let alone bring her with him. He attempted to take a couple of deep breaths, to calm down, help clear his mind, but it was like his lungs were physically incapable of doing it. The more he failed, the more frustrated he felt. He knew he had no right to be upset. It’s not like they’re dating. It’s not like he has the right to all of her time and attention. But she’d hardly spent two seconds with him at this party. Though she came with him. And, the host seems to have caught her eye. Or she caught his eye. The details didn’t matter. All he knew is, he’s all the way over here, struggling to keep from going crazy, while she was just….having the time of her life.
He watched as she lightly touched the guy’s elbow, leaning in and tucking her hair behind her ear. The guy whispered something to her, making her smile. What could they possibly be talking about? What could this man have to say to her that he wouldn’t want anyone else to hear? The sight was making his stomach turn. Or was it the combination of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed, on a fairly empty stomach? Either way, he decided he wasn’t sticking around to watch this show play out. He made a beeline for the exit, but not without squeezing right past her on his way out and hoping that she’d notice him.
Outside, the cold winter air hit him harshly. He panted, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was starting to panic. Was he panicking? What for? He turned back towards the door, watching it and telling himself that she’d pop out and find him any minute now. One minute went by, then two, then three….
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Matty felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. He tore himself away from the lips he’d been kissing, hands shaking and fumbling for his phone.
The woman leaned in closer, taking him by surprise when she grabbed him by his leather jacket, clearly unhappy about him disrupting the kiss. “Don’t get shy on me now.” She whispered in his ear. Matty smiled at her nervously. “N-not shy. Just- uhh- my phone.”
He blinked rapidly, the intoxication and dim lighting had made his vision blurry and he couldn’t quite read the text for a moment. When he finally got around to it, it read:
Thanks for bringing me. heading out now. You seem to have your hands full. Didn’t wanna interrupt the steamy make out. Have fun. 😉
What was that supposed to mean?
Matty turned around instantly, rushing for the exit.
Thankfully, he’s caught up to her in time. She’d just lit a cigarette. He coughed and cleared his throat, tapping her shoulder.
“Oh, hey, you” she smiled at him, blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth, her lipstick leaving a stain on the cigarette between her fingers.
“You’re…leavin’? Without me?”
“I mean- you seemed…occupied.” She giggled.
Matty couldn’t quite read her. Was she mad? Happy for him?
“What?” She frowned at the look on his face.
“I- wouldn’t have been ‘occupied’ if…you weren’t throwing yourself at Nick in the first place.”
“Wait, what?!” She took a step backwards, her heels grinding against the sidewalk. “I feel like I missing something here…”
Matty looked away from her, that same pit in his stomach tightening.
“Hey, what’s the matter with you?” She took another drag of smoke. Puffing in his face.
“Nothin’s the matter with me.” He whispered, grinding his teeth, still looking away.
“Oh yeah? Why won’t you look at me, then?”
He couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“Matty, what’s going on inside your head right now? Talk to me…” she placed a hand on his cheek, tilting it slightly and forcing him to look at her. Her fingers were cold against his hot face. “Can see you thinking…what’re you thinking about?”
“You sure you wanna hear this?” He mumbled barely coherent.
“Yeah, I mean, since when do you keep things from me?”
Matty threw his hands up. “Okay fine. I just- I just think- Nick isn’t the guy for you.”
Her hand slipped away from his face, and Matty instantly felt the loss of her touch. She laughed incredulously.
“You’re…laughing’ at me. Great.” He rolled his eyes, looking away again.
“‘The guy for me’ ? really, Matty?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I thought Nick was your friend…”
“Yeah. For like when I’m town for a few days and want to party. Not- to- to-“
“To what?” She had a strange, self-satisfied smile on her face that Matty had never seen before.
“To date my best mate!”
She burst out into a fit of laughter, putting out her cigarette and stepping on it. “Awww, I’m your best mate? Wait, does George know? I’m gonna tell the guys you called me that.” She smiled, giving him a pat on the back.
Matty fought back the urge to roll his eyes again “I call everyone that. Look, I’m being serious! I know- I don’t own you. I don’t- you can date whomever you’d like-“
“Just not Nick.” She finished his sentence for him, still laughing.
“You’re not taking this seriously, are you?”
She checked her phone to see that her Uber was just about to pull up and then grabbed Matty’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “That’s my ride. Come with me.”
“I don’t-“
“Matty. Get in the car.” There was a firmness to her tone that made Matty’s head go mushy.
She kept a hold of his hand the whole ride. Whispering their conversation in his ear. Matty struggled to focus on what she was saying, the feeling of her breath against his neck, her fingers joint with his, everything was just too distracting. “I thought you were gonna go home with that….lovely lady who had her tongue down your throat?”
“N-no. she…was lovely. But- no.”
She leaned forward to get a better look at his face and then put a hand on her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Oh my god!”
“What?!!” The way she was finding all of his rage amusing was driving him crazy.
“You we’re trying to make me jealous, weren’t you?! Oh, Matty…”
He placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing a bit too harsh. “I- I wasn’t. Okay? I could accuse you of doing the same thing with Nick!”
“Yeah, except I’m not the one who’s panties are bunched up over ‘my best mate’ being with someone else.” She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Matty’s face turned bright bright red. How was he losing this argument on so many levels, right now?
“Look, I know we’re not datin’ or anything….I just- don’t like sharing.”
“Okay, so you’re jealous. Got it.”
It surprised Matty that for the rest of the ride back to her place, she couldn’t stop smiling. She also couldn’t stop grabbing her wherever her hands landed. His neck, his arms, his hair….he didn’t understand it but he wasn’t about to complain.
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“My sweet boy.” She whispered, marveling at the sight of him on his knees, his face against the mattress, utterly fucked out, his chest heaving and still whimpering slightly.
She walked over to the bed, running her fingers through his sweat-drenched curls. “You got one more in you?”
Matty said nothing for a moment, still struggling to catch his breath. “For- you? Always.” He eventually muttered.
She grabbed his shoulders, slowly pushing him to sit up, he winced slightly, his whole body weak and sensitive from what she’d done with him, but he let her maneuver him around until she had him on his back.
She went around the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
Matty sat up quickly at the sound of the packer crinkling. His trembling fingers reached for it. “I- I can-“
“Oh, I got it, good boy. You just lay there looking perfect.”
Matty felt flustered. He wasn’t sure if it was her praise or the fact that he’s never let a woman put one on him before. His eyes fluttered shut and he gasped quietly at her feather-light touch.
She moved to align her body with hers, placing a kiss to his face as she sank down onto him.
Matty’s head strained against the bed. “You- feel so-“ a moan interrupting him.
Soon, her hips rocked back and forth, her nails digging into the skin of his chest as she rode him. He whined when he felt her clenching around him.
“Ah- alright- Angel. You’re gonna cum with me, yeah?” She looked into his eyes. He nodded vigorously, unable to speak.
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“Thank you…” Matty blurted out as he watched her walking around the room to clean up and bring him a drink of water.
“Mhm” she hopped back onto the bed next to him, taking the water from his shaking hand and sipping on it herself. “For your information, not that you own me or anything, but Nick is a total douche.” She spoke with a grin. “His frat boy humor is gross. If I ever meet someone? You’d know.”
Matty sat back, resting his head against the headboard, smiling gratefully up at her.
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sunnythegyarufreak · 10 months
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✧༺♥༻∞ Hello everyone!! My name is Sunny :D ✧༺♥༻∞
I love gyaru and J-Fashion and since today (June 9th) is my gyaru anniversary I decided today would be the perfect day to make my first post. For this post I will answer some commonly asked questions about gyaru!
Q: Can I be a gyaru if I dont tan?
A: Of course! Certain styles like kurogyaru and manba do have styles that are non tanned such as Shiro gyaru which means "white gal" That just means that you don't tan but you still do makeup from styles such as manba/yamanba!.
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Q: Can I be gyaru if I don't wear makeup?
A: This is a very common question in the gyaru community. This is debate is actually one of the many reasons why I distance myself from the community. I believe that gyaru is a lifestyle and mindset. For certain styles you may need to wear makeup. Like manba/kurogyaru/ganguro are makeup based substyles. But other styles like Amekaji and Himegyaru/Himekaji are more based on clothing. For example, my main style is kurogyaru but I don't do the makeup very often because of my mental/physical health. However I wear clothes that I feel are very "kurogyaru" and I live by the mindset of "Be wild Be Sexy" Some older gals however believe that you must wear makeup 24/7. So I think that at some point you should do the makeup at least every once in a while because throughout a lot of eras of gyaru the eye makeup has been pretty crucial to the whole look.
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Q: Can I be gyaru if I'm plus size?
A: Yes! I happen to be a plus size gyaru. Gyaru is about recognizing yourself and "getting wild and being sexy," not about being a specific size. The most important thing is to feel content with who you are. This holds true for many styles, not just gyaru! Wear the things you love if whatever you're wearing makes you feel bad about yourself. If it does, throw it out right away!
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Q: Can I be gyaru if I'm not asian?
A: Yes! Gyaru is meant for everyone, no matter what race you are.
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(Btw this person is @citrusmalicious on tiktok! Go follow them! Theyre super cool and I love their content :D)
Q: Can I be gyaru if I don't do gyaru everyday?
A: This question is very complicated. Like i said gyaru is a lifestyle and mindset. If you can't do the makeup all the time I recommend incorporating gyaru into your daily life! You can do this by: buying deco phone cases, buying animal print bags/items, being positive and keeping positive and fun people around you, decorate items in your room with gems or rhinestones, or wear cute decorated nails :D So I would say that you can be gyaru if you don't do the makeup everyday. BUT if you don't do the makeup everyday be sure to atleast try to incorporate it into your daily life!
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Q: Can I be gyaru if I do multiple substyles?
A: Yes! There are so many interesting and fun substyles and you most certainly don't have to stick to one.
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Q: Can I be gyaru if I'm over 20?
A: Yes! Any age can be gyaru (however i recommend ages 14 and under to be careful when interacting with the community or doing certain styles) There is no age limit to gyaru and there is even a gyaru on instagram who is 50!!
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Q: Can I be gyaru if I have colorful hair/short hair?
A: Of course! Many gyaru have bright and colorful hair and wigs! There are many short haired gals as well! There are gyaru hairstyles just for short hair on pinterest :D
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In conclusion anyone can be gyaru! It doesn't matter if you have children, your race, your skin color, your age, or your physical attributes! Thats all the questions I can think of so far! If y'all have any more questions don't be afraid to ask. I'll be sure to answer them as fast as I can :D If you have any ideas for my next blog be sure to send them aswell! I really enjoyed making this and I hope you guys have a good day! Be wild and Be Sexy ✌🏽
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(Rune Factory 5) Scarlett, Lucy, Alice, and Beatrice's S/O flipping a coin for decisions
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THIS WAS FROM NOVEMBER OOPSIES Thanks for the ask @narakonth, hope you enjoy!
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Scarlett pouts whenever she sees the coin.
She's the type of person to completely plan out her schedule for the day and stick to it religously.
So for their plans to go out the window all thanks to chance bugged her to no end.
Yet at the same time, it's also led to some of the most fun she's had with S/O.
Such as the coin deciding they have lunch at the beach instead, or whether they should go for a stroll instead of sitting down somewhere.
Scarlett is completely conflicted.
(Scarlett) "Are you seriously flipping a coin just to see if we go swimming in the lake or beach?"
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Lucy loves the coin! It always keeps her on her toes.
S/O can either go exercising around Rigbarth or racing each other in a fishing, either way she doesn't plan on losing!
She always watches in anticipation of where it lands, wondering where their day is about to head.
(Lucy) "HAH! Yes, we got heads! Now we can go with my plan, first one to catch a fish wins today! Let's go!"
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Alice, like Scarlett, is mixed on the coin.
It can lead to some fun shenanigans, but Alice also prefers some kind of reliability.
To have everything left to fate is pretty reckless.
For the most part, she'll go along with the coin and even prefer it for things like not being able to decide what to have for dinner.
Other times she comes to loathe it, such as:
(Alice) "Heads I have to fistfight a golem with boxing gloves? Tails you fight a dragon with twin leeks?! Okay, as a Ranger, I am vetoing this decision! We're just sitting down at home, and that's an order!"
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This was certainly a change of pace, that's for sure.
Beatrice was taken aback by the coin. Have her day planned by fate?
That sounds both reckless but fun!
Overtime she begins to like the coin. She always had her day planned out for her during her life, but to have it randomly decided was so refreshing.
It gave her a sense of anticipation as well.
(Beatrice) "Hm, to stay at home today, or visit every store? We shall leave it up to fate! Will you do the honors?"
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To Give You Shelter
BLEACH Anime Celebration - Day 1: The Rain
Rating: K+ / General with mild themes
Setting: a few months after the war against the Quincy
Synopsis: During the reconstruction of the Soul Society, Momo finds the time to visit the grave of a subordinate.
AN: And so it begins! Starting off the anime celebration with an angsty one! Although this idea is fairly similar to other things I’ve tackled, I’ve for a little while now, and these prompts along with this beautiful fanart by @rainfestive encouraged me to finally write it out. I hope you all enjoy it!
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Momo manages a smile as she places the plate of sliced nashi pear in front of the grave. She’s careful to not disturb the flowers lain in front, or the burning incense sticks that’s smoke swirls up toward the clouded sky. Leaning back, she rereads the name engraved in the stone: Hirose Fuyuka.
“I’m sorry I’m this late,” she says, “rebuilding the Soul Society has taken priority. Nashi aren’t in season right now, but I hope it’s still sweet enough.” She eyes the array of flowers, and her smile widens a fraction. “It looks like the others came before, it must have been on their breaks. They’ve been working really hard lately, we all have.”
The corners of her mouth fall. At the slight waver in her voice, she presses her lips together and takes in a deep breath.
“We have a lot to do,” she continues more quietly, “much more than I think any of us realized.”
A drop of water splashes on to the headstone. Another lands on a flower petal; several more hit the ground and her feet. Within seconds, a sheet of rain pelts down on to her.
It’s like having ice cold water dunked over her head. She finally registers the stillness around her. Something about the lack of noise and any movements makes her mind race. She’s become so used to rushing to meetings, overseeing reconstruction projects, and organizing teams for various projects within her division that a moment like this feels strange, and it creeps dangerously close to her heart.
She can already hear a voice saying she needs to leave now, to go back to working on reconstructing areas in the Rukongai or start writing up progress reports or give her captain an update, but she remains rooted to the spot.
All around her are the graves of those who fell in the war against the Quincy, and only today had she come to see one of twenty who had belonged to her division.
She bites the inside of her cheek, but it doesn’t ease the tautness building in her chest. She leans forward and bows her head, in shame and in grief and in apology to those who she hadn’t mourned for yet. Rain drips from her bangs and fingertips. A tear falls down her cheek, and it’s joined by another.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she senses someone else is here, but it still comes as a surprise when a faint shadow falls over her. The rain continues to pour down, but none of it hits her.
Eyes widened, she looks to her side and gasps. Then, haltingly, she says his name. “Hitsugaya-kun…”
His expression shifts slightly, the frown in his brow softens in concern but his eyes also narrowing at the corners. “You really need to work on sensing reiatsu,” he says with no bite.
He’s drenched, hair drooping and uniform damp. It’s then she realizes what is sheltering her from the rain. If it weren’t for their surroundings or the heaviness in her chest, she might have smiled and said ‘That’s not what your haori is for, Hitsugaya-kun.’
Regardless, there’s something moving about seeing it held above her head. She remembers when he first wore it after being appointed as captain of the Tenth Division.  At first, she’d thought it looked strange on him, but she couldn’t decide whether it was because she’d been so used to seeing him as a seated officer or because of the rushed circumstances of his promotion. In the first few months it seemed to weigh down on him, his shoulders sometimes slumped and his strides slow and unsure. In time he wore it dutifully, always keeping it impeccably clean and never once needing to have it mended.
He'd been so diligent in wearing, in fact, that this has been the first time she’d seen him without it in almost a decade. There probably would’ve been a time when she thought he'd looked like the Toshiro who just graduated and got accepted into Tenth Division, but it’s not the case anymore. He’d changed, hardened by war in some ways, and burdened in much the same ways as her captain.
Seeing these graves of the officers who served and died under his command, she can’t imagine the magnitude of his thoughts and feelings right now.
She snaps out of revere when he says her name.
“Sorry, Shiro-chan, I’m just not used to seeing you without your haori on.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Well, you act as if I never wear one in the first place, seeing as you keep forgetting to refer to me as ‘Captain Hitsugaya’.”
She can’t manage a smile this time. “Sorry, force of habit.”
Whatever huff had built up in Toshiro deflates at her words. He sighs through his nose and turns his attention to the grave. “Who’s this?” he asks, tone soft.
“Hirose-san. She was my twelfth seat, and today’s her birthday.” She can sense him wanting her continue, but she isn’t sure what to tell him. “She, uh, really liked nashi pears, and she came to Fifth Division two decades ago. Maybe you saw her around sometimes? She had a birthmark on her forearm and wore a really long earring for a while. She had to give up wearing it through when it almost cost her in a battle against a Hollow. She only ever wore it on special occasions from then on.
“She did a lot of gardening, so chances are if you saw her it was when she working on the division’s gardens. She always asked me if she could get a group together to garden every few months. Sometimes I’d join in when there wasn’t much work that needed to be done. She even bossed me around a few times!”
Momo didn’t realize she was smiling until she finished. It was a small, nostalgic smile, but was a sign of the lightness lifting the weight in her chest.
“I can’t say I remember seeing her,” Toshiro says. “She sounds like she was a good officer.”
“She was.” In her peripheral, the incense sticks had long been extinguished, but thin, faint coils of smoke still float up into the air. Around them, all the graves shine dully with rain. “Everyone here was.”
Toshiro nods once, but otherwise doesn’t react.
“Are you here to visit someone?” she asks.
“I’ll come back later, when the rain settles.” He half turns to go. “I’ll take you to the nearest shelter.”
For all the war had changed him, that was something that never wavered in him; he always looked out for others, whether he showed it blatantly or not.
She smiles in gratitude as she slowly straightens and takes hold of the nearest corner of his haori. “There’s no need. Let’s go to the officer you’re here to see.”
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wooyoungscftie · 2 years
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JONGHO: Hungry Baby
Genre: fluff,smutish
Summary: Your best friend Jongho comes over to your house for dinner.Little did he know how much you enjoyed feeding this baby.
TW: mention of food,slight tummy kink,mention of weight gain
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A bit nervous Jongho was making his way up the stairs to your apartment.He normally isn't nervous visiting you,but today he is.The reason?Kinda stupid if you ask him.
You were meeting up for dinner at 7pm,but he was eating lunch with the boys later than usual,which was only two hours ago.Not that he wasn't hungry or anything,but something else is kinda bothering him.
He was already changing into a sweat pants and a big t-shirt,since you don't care about his appearance.But the fact that you could see his bloated stomach bothers him.
You aren't someone to judge,but since you've been simping over San's,Seonghwa's and Yeosang's abs,he's scared you won't like him anymore.And believe me when I say that he has the biggest crush on you.
Only a few seconds later he already ring the bell to your apartment,and you opened it to greet him.
You instantly went to hug him,and Jongho froze for a moment,but relaxed soon after.
Of course that didn't get unnoticed by you,but you shrugged it off and instead lead him to your kitchen.
"Sit down,dinner is almost ready" you smiled at him as he sat down on your dining table.
"What are you cooking?"
"Tteokkbokie and Ramen,I hope you're hungry?" Oh shit.He definitely was hungry,but he also knows that it will make him even more bloated than he already was.Speaking of that,he was fixing his shirt that showed the swell of his belly,so it won't be too visible.
But you weren't stupid.You instantly noticed the little bumb while hugging him,and you thought it was more than adorable.You've always preferred tummies over abs,and the fact that the boy you're crushing on was gaining some pounds made your heart race.
You placed the dishes onto the table before sitting down as well.
You both started eating without saying a word.While eating you glanced over at your best friend,watching how his adorable cheeks filled with food.You actually feel like a creep.But you just can't help it.
You've finished eating after around an hour,and all the food was gone.You weren't a big eater,but Jongho sure was.You also noticed the way he was shifting in his chair from time to time,trying to get more comfortable.
You decided to clean the dishes up later,and suggested to just watch a movie.So you changed your location to the living room where you both sat down on the sofa and got comfortable.After choosing a movie you cuddled up to Jongho,nothing uncommon.But this time his body was freezing again.
"Seriously Jongho,what's wrong with you today?" Of course you knew,but you wanted to hear it from him.
"It's nothing Y/N" He tried to convince you.It obviously didn't work,and he knows.
"Is it because of this?" You pointed at his belly,which was definitely sticking out more than before,and therefore was more visible in the white t-shirt he was wearing.
"Fuck" Jongho muttered before looking for a pillow to cover up.But you grabbed his hands before he could grab on.
"Don't"
"Y/N,please.It's embarrassing" He covered his face with his hands.
"I think it's cute.I like it" you shyly smiled at him before looking down.
"You do?" The boy asked surprised. "I thought you loved abs,since you've been always talking and praising my members for their abs?"
"I mean...I like abs,but all honesty?Tummies are way cuter.And if we're already spilling the truth...I like you.Like,really like you.I love your personality,the way you speak to others,the way you love singing,and your body made me love you even more.I really adore your thighs,your round cheeks,and...this" you shyly laid a hand on the swell of his stomach,in case he wanted to push you away.But he didn't.
He secretly enjoyed the feeling of your hands on his belly. "I like you too" He then whispered,and he only had to look into your eyes before knowing that you both want the same thing.
So he leaned forwards to press your lips together.You instantly responded to the kiss,feeling his hands grab your hips to guide you on his lap.
The kiss turned into a make out session pretty quickly,none of you wanting to stop.Jongho guided his hands to the hem of your sweater,indirectly asking for permission.As you were responding with a whimper he separated from you to take your shirt off,his soon followed afterwards,only for your lips to connect again.
Your hands wandered down to his waist,feeling the way his sweat pants are slightly digging into his tummy,creating small love handles.
With one hand still holding your waist,Jongho used his other to guide your hand to the roundness of his stomach.At the same time he was flexing his thick thighs under you,making you moan in the kiss.
"Fuck you're driving me crazy" you mumbled against his lips.Jongho just hummed.
"How about we'll test out just how crazy I can drive you in the bedroom?
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anglepanda · 1 year
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Leo x reader pt.6 (Easter fun)happy easter
Narrator: it was Easter Sunday and you were super excited about today because you were going egg hunting and you had the most cutest idea ever you decided you and Leo should wear bunny ears and bunny outfits while egg hunting Leo also thought it was a good idea and both of you put them on and started to head out.
Leo: listener darling this was a great idea I love wearing bunny ears on Easter we look so cute.
Reader: I know right my best idea yet I can’t wait to go egg hunting the best time of spring is Easter time.
April: aww now don’t you too love birds look like the most cutest love bunny couple you guys ready for the egg hunt to-
Mikey: yeah! Yeah! We are all ready for the egg hunt today now let’s hurry up and go already before all the eggs are gone.
Narrator: Mikey was way too excited to wait any longer and neither could you so you and Mikey both raced out of the sewers and to the surface. Raph was more concerned about them taking you rooftop to rooftop to get were you need to go instead of Leo portaling you guys their or just taking the turtle tank.
Raph: now explain to me again Donnie why we couldn’t just take the turtle tank their or why Leo couldn’t portal us their instead of us risking their life jumping for rooftop to rooftop.
Donnie: because Raphael to my knowledge of countculations this is their first time doing something like this in their entire life. And cause they asked if we could do this.
Leo: relax raph if I can trust that reader my sweet partner will be ok and safe on this trip jumping rooftop to rooftop to the town hall then so can you stop being to over protective all the time I know reader can handle themselves.
Raph: fine only this one time I’m going to keep my guard down cause it’s Easter and just this one time Leo.
Mikey: hey guys! We’re here!
Reader: yes finally! I can’t wait to start looking for some eggs.
The Mayor: welcome everyone to the annual Easter egg hunting event! We hope you all enjoy finding eggs around the town hall garden.
Narrator: everyone cheered and when the buzzer went off everyone started searching for eggs around the town hall gardens. After about 20 to 40 minutes the buzzers went off again and everyone was finished collecting eggs and it was time for everyone to go home and when you and the others got back to the lair you and Mikey were just bragging to each other how many eggs you gotten and what candies were inside.
Reader: hey~ Mikey~
Mikey: what?
Reader: guess what I found in the town hall garden
Mikey: hmm…chocolate egg with white chocolate on the inside?
Reader: that to and POCKYS!!
Mikey: no way! Really!?
Reader: yep…you want some?
Mikey: uh duh of course I want some
Narrator: you gave two pocky sticks to Mikey and then the others came over to get some. After you gave everyone some pockys from your first box you took the second one for yourself and went into Leo’s room Leo followed after you cause he wanted “alone time” with you. When he gotten into his room he saw you sitting on his bed reading a book and you were taking out a pocky stick from the box put one end in your mouth. Leo walked over lifted up your chin so you were looking at him and before you could ask what he was doing he put the other end of the pocky stick in his mouth.
Leo: I wanna play the pocky game…
Reader: uh Leo you do know that we don’t need to play the pocky game for you to get a kiss right…you do know you can just ask me since we’re dating right?
Leo: I know but I just wanted to play it since we already have the pocky in are mouths please reader just one round.
Narrator: you couldn’t resist his tiny little begging so you agreed to play the one. So you and Leo were just about finished with the game but when you finished the pocky and kissed Leo he somehow wanted more. Leo cupped your face and before you could say anything he started kissing you and the small kisses started going into a more passionate kissing with Leo slowly sliding his tongue onto yours and yours sliding onto his and you to were now making out after 10 minutes of making out you two moved away to take a breather.
Reader: I thought I only said one game~
Leo: we’ll you know me darling I don’t hold back when it comes to me kissing you…I’m very addicted to you darling and I love you so much.
Reader: I love you too Leo
Narrator: you gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and after that you started watching a movie with him on your phone cuddling up close to each other.
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artofjhope · 2 years
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A doodle request that became so much more- Enjoy
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Virgil knows he wasn't there when everything went down, but between the anxiety for being at the wedding instead of the callback and all the tidal waves of emotions after... he was just too exhausted to leave his room. He heard about Pattons and Roman's argument from Logan; Janus happened to be there as well which was for the better then, that he did not go, however; the aftermath- of everything. It- drove a rift between each one of them in different ways.
According to Patton; Janus and Roman really went at each other with metaphorical knives to each others throats. That didn't make any of Virgils anxities any better- fighting with each other and attacking one another verbally so hasrshly when there was other pressing issues at hand- ughhhhh.
Yet according to Patton it really seemed like Janus was trying to help. But, between Logans systematic retelling and Pattons emotional one... the result in between was just messy. Roman was one for being Thomas' hero. We all know he is... and yet, for some reason he could not stop for one second and believe that Janus was telling the truth. The ironic thing is he was the one who told me to not disagree with everything that comes out of someone's mouth that I don't like. Perhaps for once.... Janus was telling the truth.
Roman however only believed it to be a lie, because that's what deceit encompassed... lies- but not all lies... maybe? Ah I hope anyways. But now hes just locked himself away in his room, his tower, his hold one could say.
After a few days of the others attempting to open the door I decided to get up, I felt less tired as I rested but the worry would spike from time to time, the adrenline rushing through my entire being. I could feel the sweat on the back of my shirt sticking to my body.
I made my decision final- Leaving my room I made my way to his door, an amazingly over embellished door, gold lavish inlay around the edges. The bright red radiant color, well usually, but today it seemed duller, less full of life. I gently knocked on the door a few times. As silence passed, other than the ac or ice machine clinking every now and again, I decided to knock again-
"Hey, uh Hey Roman?" I said my voice gravely and rough from being unused. I heard slight shifting in the room, but if that was Roman- well uh I'm not quite sure. Holding to my resolve I rested my hand upon his door, tracing the engravings with my finger.
"Look, I know Janus isn't the best person.... trust me. But he's here now, and we can't just run away. You wouldn't run away." Virgil said trying to raise his voice enough to be heard.
He could feel his anxiety spike. Roman hasn't ever left for this long, the guy practically loved to share his ideas in unending bursts of rants, screaming them from the rooftops along with any song lyrics to match... but at this rate, it was just days of silence. Isolation. This is what scared Virgil the most. Of course going to partys, or interacting with strangers was bad but this... It doesn't happen often or for nearly this long but his thoughts began spiraling, thinking; 'what if it becomes weeks, months... YEARS?' Virgil sighed- his heart racing trying to steady himself he leaned against the door.
One final attempt, "Ro? Roman?"
Silence...
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Aston Martin and in-coming engine partner Honda open to extending Alonso tie-up for 2026
Aston Martin would love Fernando Alonso to still be driving for them in 2026 if he remains competitive, says their Performance Technologies CEO Martin Whitmarsh – with in-coming engine partner Honda saying they would have no objections with him driving despite their difficult past relationship. Earlier on Wednesday at a press conference in Tokyo, Honda announced they would make a full-scale return to Formula 1 with Aston Martin in 2026, having been attracted by new power unit rules introduced from that season that focus on electrical power and the use of 100% sustainable fuel. READ MORE: Honda to make full-scale F1 return in 2026 as they join forces with Aston Martin Alonso, 41, joined Aston Martin for this season on a multi-year deal and is enjoying his best season for a decade, having scored four podiums in five races to sit third in the drivers’ championships behind the two Red Bulls. The Spaniard, who will be 44 at the start of Aston Martin’s relationship with Honda, was not afraid to give his assessment of the Japanese manufacturer’s performance when he drove with that power unit across three seasons with McLaren in 2015-17. He famously called the power unit a “GP2 engine” on team radio when driving at Honda’s home track at Suzuka. Fernando Alonso was not afraid to give his assessment of Honda's performance when he drove with their power unit across three seasons with McLaren from 2015 to 2017 When asked if Honda would have any objections to running Alonso, should Aston Martin stick with him in 2026, Honda Racing Corporation President Koji Watanabe said: “We have been accelerating out development during all our recent time in Formula 1, while working with Alonso, and that enabled us to win the World Championship. “The selection of drivers is up to the team to decide. So, if the team decides we’ll have Alonso as a driver again, we will have no objections whatsoever in him driving.” Group CEO of Aston Martin Performance Technologies Martin Whitmarsh said Alonso’s presence was not discussed with Honda during the power unit talks – but said it would be “fantastic” if the double world champion was driving for them in 2026. “Clearly Fernando is doing a great job in the team and I’m delighted to have him as part of our team as he’s making a great contribution both on and off the track,” said Whitmarsh. “Obviously I spoke to Fernando a while ago about the direction we wanted to go. Alonso has enjoyed four third-place finishes with Aston Martin in 2023 so far “He’s a very intelligent individual, I’m sure everyone here is referring to some comments that were made in the heat of the battle once, which were quite memorable for some, but I think he understands and respects what Honda is doing. “We’ve got to be aware - and we haven’t said it but we should say it - Honda won the 2021 and 2022 World Championships and unless we can beat them this year they’re going to do it again. So, they are a great partner for us, and I think Fernando sees that. ANALYSIS: How and why Honda and Aston Martin got together for 2026 “Probably 2026, who knows, it’s probably outside his planning, horizon, at the moment. We’ve got to give him a car that is consistently capable of winning races. As I hope you’ve observed, we’ve made a reasonable step forward this year, we’re not yet where we need to be but we’re continuing to develop the team’s facilities and we’ll get stronger. “And we’ll have a discussion before 2026, I’m sure, about where Fernando’s future lies. I hope he’ll be around for a number of years, and it would be great if he’s as fit and competitive as he is today. Then it would be fantastic to have him in the car in 2026 as well.” This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Breaking news: Aston Martin to switch to Honda power from 2026 via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com
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Is That a Yes?| E.M
Eddie Munson x Male! Reader
Summary: Who would've thought that telling him the truth would have a happy ending?
A/N: I made this for one of my best friends so it's a really special imagine for me and i hope you guys like it. If you have any requests make sure to tell me here
{Y/N: Your Name
L/N: Last Name
Y/E/C: Your Eye Color
Y/H/C: Your Hair Color
Y/N/N: Your Nickname}
{Music mentioned in this imagine:
•"Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" by Journey
•"Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon
•"Home Sweet Home" by Mötley Crüe
•"Talking In Your Sleep" by The Romantics
•"Rock You Like a Hurricane" by Scorpions
•"Alive" by Pearl Jam
•"Keep The Fire Burnin' " by REO Speedwagon
•"Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol }
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[From Friends to Lover They Say]
"A great campaign like always" Was the first thing he said when they all walked out of school, putting an arm around your shoulders like he always did.
"Is there a time were it isn't a good campaign? Even when we lose your still upbeat" You said as you looked at your curly haired friend.
"Well my dear Y/N, it's not about winning, it's about playing the game and having fun with friends." Eddie replied with a smile before adding "Plus as long as we don't lose the last campaign everything's fine."
This made you laugh loudly "Of course. Why am I not surprised?" You said, shaking your head with fake disappointment, making Eddie pout playfully.
"Why would you be surprised when we've known each other since middle school? If there's anyone who knows where my priorities lie, it's you." Eddie smirked.
This was true. You two had met when you guys had started middle school. Eddie, who had noticed that the little Y/E/C eyed boy was alone, decided that he would befriend you, seeing that he too was alone. That was the start of a beautiful friendship with feelings that neither of you were planning to admit you had.
"Well you've got fucked up priorities" You joked with an eye roll, making Eddie chuckle "Yet you love me, fucked up priorities and all" he said, giving you a goofy smile.
God if he knew that what he had said was true... But no that's not right. It's not correct and if people knew they would surely think that you were disgusting. Despite your thoughts, you blushed lightly "If you want to come over you better shut up" You said, shooting him a look.
The curly haired boy raised his hands in surrender before unlocking his van, gesturing the boy to get in, getting in the driver's seat himself.
On the way to Y/N's house, having a mini concert with songs that came on the radio like "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" By Journey and "Can't Fight This Feeling" By REO Speedwagon (They wouldn't admit it but they both dedicated the last song to each other)
Music taste was just one of the many things they shared. You see while Eddie played the guitar, Y/N played the drums and was just as passionate as Eddie when it came to playing. This was something that brought them closer together in many ways. The connection as best friends grew and so did their obvious crush on each other. (Obvious to everyone but them)
Sadly, their much enjoyed concert finished once Eddie parked in Y/N's driveway, both getting out of the vehicle. Y/N looked over at his house and smirked "Hey Munson. Race you to the door. Last one pays for food"
"Oh your so on L/N" He replied, already getting ready to run. "1...2...3 GO" You counted down, starting to run once you got to 3 and successfully winning said race, cheering as he arrived at the door, Eddie not far behind.
"Fine. Congratulations L/N you've won. Your lucky I brought some money with me today. Otherwise you'd starve" He chuckled, making you stick your tongue out "Whatever" you huffed and unlocked your door.
Once inside the house, both of you moved as if on autopilot since it was something you did every day, wether it was at your house or his trailer.
Making their way to Y/N's room, you were quick to put some music on as Eddie just relaxed on your bed.
And just like that, you started another concert.
"IM ON MY WAY
IM ON MY WAAYYYYY
HOME SWEET HOME
TONIGHT, TONIGHT IM ON MY WAY
IM ON MY WAYYYY"
You both sang, danced and jumped all around your room, laughing when any of you did something stupid like you falling or Eddie smacking his head on accident.
"YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WANT ME
YOU TELL ME THAT YOU NEED ME
YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
AND I KNOW THAT IM RIGHT CAUSE I HEAR IT IN THE NIGHT
I HEAR THE SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP
WHEN YOUR TALKING IN YOU'RE SLEEP"
Song after song
"HERE I AM
ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE "
Screaming the lyrics as if it was the last time you'd hear each song.
"OH I, OH IM STILL ALIVE
HEY, I, OH IM STILL ALIVE
HEY, I, OH IM STILL ALIVE
HEY, I, OH IM STILL ALIVE"
Not caring if any neighbors could hear them
"WE CAN KEEP THE FIRE BURNING
LET IT KEEP US WARM
THE WORLD WILL KEEP ON TURNING
LET IT TURN YOU ON"
Playing with an imaginary guitar and imaginary drums, matching with the instruments of every single song.
"IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR SHE CRIED MORE, MORE, MORE
WITH A REBEL YELL SHE CRIED MORE, MORE, MORE "
And as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, and the moon rose to take care of the stars, Y/N and Eddie were left breathless on his bed, both catching their breaths after hours of singing and moving around.
Surprisingly, Eddie broke the comfortable silence that laid upon them. "You know... We're gonna be famous one day. Just you and me, people's favorite duo" He smiled, turning his head to look at you.
If you were being honest, you loved that idea. But he would have to hide his feelings for longer than he already had, if not forever and that wasn't something he wanted when he already hurt so much.
Noticing Y/N's silence, Eddie frowned and took your hand in his "Hey, whats up?" He asked, worried by your uncharacteristic silence.
You shook your head, not ready to be rejected after having such an amazing time. "It's nothing" You whispered softly.
Eddie sat up slightly, leaning against his elbow "C'mon Y/N/N. I'm not stupid. I know something's wrong... We've known each other long enough to be able to tell each other everything"
"Well..." You hesitated, getting up and sitting down criss cross. "Promise me you won't hate me" You whispered, looking down. Suddenly your bed sheets seemed very interesting.
Matching you, he sat in front of you and took your hands in his. "You know I could never hate you darling" Eddie said sweetly. The whole situation was starting to worry him greatly and all he could think was 'Did someone hurt him? Did something happen?'
Your eyes teared up. This was it. It was now or never and even though it was a big risk, you weren't willing to keep hurting because of your secret. "Eds I- I don't know if you ever noticed but... I've never felt any type of... Attraction towards any girl before. But I have and I am attracted to a boy. Have been for a long time. What I'm trying to say is-" You paused, taking a deep breath, making Eddie rub the back of your hand sweetly, a way to encourage you to continue. "Im gay" you finished, looking up at him.
Eddie instantly took you in his arms and you broke down, sobbing into his shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with being gay, love. You can love whoever you want." He whispered in your ear, making you cry even harder than you already were.
"T-thats not a-all Eddie" You separated from his embrace. "And I hope that you'll still talk to me after telling you this... Eddie I like you" You confessed, slightly pulling on your Y/H/C hair and turning away from him.
Everything was silent for a moment. The only things heard were your sobs. Eddie's heart was racing so fast he thought Y/N could hear it. He was sure he was dreaming, I mean he had actually dreamed about this confession for years and it finally happened.
"Y/N/N. Y/N look at me sweetheart. C'mon I want to see those pretty eyes of yours" He held a hand up to your chin and turned your head to face him, staring into your teary eyes. "I like you too" he whispered, moving so close to you that your noses were touching.
He ran a hand through your hair as his eyes examined your face closely. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for those words to come out of that pretty mouth of yours. I've had millions of dreams about this very moment." The curly haired boy explained and you listened closely.
With a sudden surge of confidence, you pulled the boy so close that your chest was touching his. This made him cup your face in his hands before whispering "Be mine. Be my boyfriend." Your breath hitched and you searched his eyes to see if he was being serious, which he was.
You answered by closing the distance between the two of you, kissing him deeply, hands gripping his shirt while his went around your waist. Eddie separated from the kiss to breath, leaning his head against yours. "Is that a yes?" He asked and you chuckled "Yes of course it is. Yes yes yes" You breathed out.
"So... Food?"
And for the rest of the night (After eating) the two of you shared many kisses and ended up cuddling as music played lowly.
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bigxrig · 2 years
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You Were My Summer Love
Hello, I have been wanting to read Niall/OC fics the past few days and saw @heyangels moodboard here so I decided to write this tiny little thing. I hope you enjoy!
The breeze filtered through the open windows keeping out the mosquitos and making Rosemary groan from the sweat cooling on her skin. The summer heat was already beating down on her and with the thunderstorms earlier in the day so it was now humid and miserable. The air con was as low as she and Niall could afford and the windows open all around the small one story house, which was more like a cottage, allowing the random breeze to help cool the house a little more. 
Rosemary perked up at the sound of the screen door opening and subsequently the front door as well. Niall was home. She jumped up from the couch, her long hair sticking to her back from the sweat. Niall hadn't even been able to drop his guitar case before she was throwing her arms around his neck. 
Niall stumbled back with a laugh and wrapped his other arm around her, even though he was carrying his water bottle and phone. 
"Hi petal," he greeted her with a kiss to the side of her head. 
"Hi, sorry, I know it's hot but I missed you."
Rosemary stepped back with a pout of her lips and giggled when Niall kissed it away. 
"It's alright, I missed you today. Tell me about your day."
Rosemary followed Niall through the house and to their bedroom telling him all about the work she was doing with the local activist group while he changed. This summer they were focusing on climate change so she spent the day taking photos of the local forest destruction due to new construction and how that had a negative impact on the environment. Despite not looking at her or focusing solely on her, she could tell Niall was still listening intently and it made her even more giddy to talk about her work. 
She was warned from basically every adult in her life not to get involved with a musician and certainly as young as she was when they met. At only twenty three and twenty one respectfully, they were young when they met but they had an instant connection. Four years later, a mortgage and a ring on her finger Rosemary was glad she didn't listen. 
"Don't feed him again!" Rosemary called out to Niall as she pulled out the pasta salad and lemonade from the fridge. 
"He looked hungry!" Niall defended himself. 
Rosemary blinked at Niall. "As much as I love Sir Arnold Naomi, he is a goldfish. He doesn't look hungry and I fed him like two hours ago."
"Don't listen to her," Niall whispered as he poked the fish bowl. "You're smart. That's how you became a Sir."
Rosemary rolled her eyes but ignored her husband as she plated their food and poured a glass of lemonade each. Niall talked about the music he was working on and the bureaucratic decisions he hated. While Niall cleaned up the kitchen, Rosemary decided to shower. All clean and sweet, dressed in a silk nightgown Rosemary walked into the living room. Her heart stopped and started racing at the sight. Niall had dimmed the lights, her favorite strawberry lemonade candle was lit and a Curtis Mayfield record was playing. 
"May I have this dance Mrs. Rosemary Colette Horan?" Niall was bent down at the waist with his hand out. 
Rosemary giggled as she placed her hand in his. "You may, Mr. Horan." 
Niall pulled her in close. Their hands entwined by his shoulder and his free hand on her waist. She ducked her head into the base of his neck as he rested her cheek on her head. 
"I wouldn't want to do life with anyone but you," he murmured. 
"And I with you." 
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zephfair · 2 years
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Drive me crazy
Sometimes you just want to stick your favorite blorbos into a fluffy situation and make them have fun. This is 4,800 words of fluff, comedy and cars. And ice cream. Adam/Ronan. Rated T for language? And driving crimes.
Adam stared into the distance, the notes from his morning’s online philosophy class running through his mind, when Mike bumped into him, hard.
“That is so creepy, bro.”
Adam came back to himself long enough to ask, “What?”
“You. When you do that thing.” Mike stood up straight and made his face empty, trying to copy Adam’s thousand-yard stare over the car lot. But he only succeeded in making Adam hope he didn’t actually look that much like last week’s dead fish in a supermarket display.
“Thanks,” Adam said as dryly as possible.
“I mean, you can stand here all day and just stare. Like, what are you looking at? What do you see?”
“The vast expanse of time and space. The future, the past, and all the tortuous present,” Adam said in a hollow voice that made Mike give a little shiver. Then Adam smirked evilly, “Of course, if you’d just let us get on our cell phones while we’re waiting for customers, you wouldn’t have to watch me staring into the abyss.”
“Ugh, sorry, man, it’s corporate policy. I know we’re not exactly busy all the time, but we can’t let our sales associates be on their phones if a customer does roll in. Corporate says it makes us look unapproachable.”
“We’re car salesmen. We have the well-deserved reputation of being anything but unapproachable. We’re literally graded on how fast we approach the poor customer.”
“I know, I know. Just, continue staring,” Mike said with a grand gesture toward the lot and the busy road beyond. “Or, come in and shoot the shit with us.”
Adam shook his head. “I’m not trying to be anti-social—”
“You are absolutely anti-social. We all know it. Enjoy your little patch of shade all alone.” Mike clapped his shoulder and turned to head back into the dealership’s air conditioned showrooms.
“All men are all alone,” Adam intoned and Mike shot him a look that made Adam smirk a little again.
The conversation did make him change position a bit, leaning more of his weight on his right side for a while. This wasn’t his idea of a great job, by any means, but it was a steady paycheck over the summer with a chance of even more decent commission, and he could still take a couple online summer gen-ed credits. Plus, it was kind of nice to be on the outside of the cars for once without getting grease and oil stains under his fingernails.
The biggest problem was just the boredom of standing around and waiting for a customer to decide that today, of all days, was the day to stop and shop—and hopefully purchase—a brand new car.
Adam had just started reviewing what he could remember about the difference between Socratic and Platonic knowledge for the next morning when the screech of brakes made him twitch.
He didn’t bother turning his head; the four-lane street that ran along one side of the dealership had a grass median separating north and southbound traffic, but there was an opening right there where fool-hardy drivers who missed the turn at the light at the end of the block could make an illegal and highly dangerous U-turn. It happened once every couple days, and while he’d yet to see a crash, there was usually a lot of horns honking and cursing from open car windows.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sleek shape take an illegal U-turn at the light and come back down then turn immediately into the opening and speed just in front of oncoming traffic. But instead of racing back south, it careened into the dealership and screeched to a stop with its front bumper about a foot away from Adam’s hip.
He looked down at the shiny bumper then up at the driver’s side of the windshield, but thanks to the sun’s glare he couldn’t see the driver. He did add his own glare to the sun’s.  
It didn’t matter that it was a really nice car, an older BMW that looked like it’d been lovingly maintained, despite the obvious wear and tear on its poor brakes. Despite its age, it was a much better car than anything on the lot Adam was trying to sell. It was a classic, well-built luxury car and would easily get more than a hundred thousand miles on it, something that the midsize sedans and sport vehicles would struggle to survive.
The door popped open and a man popped up slinging one arm over the door.
Adam kept his expression at thoroughly unimpressed even while his eyes cataloged shaved head, sharp features, nice arm and tattoo visible at the top of his shoulders exposed by a plain black tank top. The guy’s mirrored aviator shades reflected back how completely indifferent Adam was to this obvious menace even though he was definitely attractive in an arrogant douchebag way. Definitely not Adam’s type. At all.
Adam finally said, “What can I help you with today? Sir.”
“Saw something I liked, had to stop.” The guy took off his sunglasses and hung them from the front of his tank.
“Ah. So what are you interested in?”
The ice-blue eyes raked up and down Adam’s body, and the guy actually licked his lips but probably didn’t even know he was doing it, Adam thought. When BMW-guy didn’t answer Adam prodded, “Are you in the market for a compact car? Minivan? SUV? Pickup?”
The look the guy gave Adam was pure affront as though Adam had just insulted his mother. “Do I look like a minivan driver to you?”
“Perhaps you need one for all your many, many children?” Adam suggested with a little smile.
The guy swore under his breath and slammed his door shut. Adam got a good look at his tapered waist, long legs that went on forever in artistically ripped jeans, and boots that added to his impressive height. When he crossed his arms over his chest, Adam made sure to maintain eye contact and only check out his biceps and pecs from his peripheral vision.
“Did you have something special in mind or are you just looking today?” Adam tried to rein himself in, get back on his script.
“I am looking for something special,” the guy allowed and stepped closer to Adam, who suddenly remembered one of the finer points of his customer service training.
He stuck out his hand and said, “I’m Adam Parrish, and I’d be happy to help you out today with whatever you need.”
The guy eyeballed him, raised an eyebrow, then looked down at Adam’s hand like he had no idea what to do with it. He finally took it in a tight grip and gave it a perfunctory shake. “Lynch. You always this happy to help out a customer with whatever he needs?”
“Only when the customer needs special help and attention. You look like you do,” Adam said sweetly. “So what would you like to look at today?”
“One of those, over there,” Lynch gestured to the farthest side of the lot, a block away, where the compact cars were. Adam rolled his eyes when Lynch couldn’t see.
“Certainly, sir. I’d be happy to show you all the amenities that come with our smallest but most economical models. Although, you may have some trouble fitting yourself comfortably into one.”
Lynch scoffed and put his sunglasses back on. “Show me anyway.”
Adam led him across the lot, Lynch walking closer than strictly comfortable with a stranger, his bare arm brushing against Adam’s from time to time. Adam had a moment of embarrassment as he pictured himself in the uniform of khaki slacks and baby blue polo shirt which was only a step up from Gansey’s norm because it was a pastel and instead of a logo there was the company name on the breast.
As they ambled across the lot under the boiling sun, Adam pointed out various models, describing what made them desirable or special. He stopped Lynch a couple times with a hand on his bicep to show him a particular vehicle’s features.
Lynch only grunted once or twice, but he didn’t pull away. So Adam double-downed. He stopped at a pickup truck and gestured toward the special scratch-resistant bedliner and when Lynch spared it a brief glance, Adam spread his hand on the middle of Lynch’s back and leaned close to his ear, “Take a good look at that bed. It’s really something special.”
Lynch’s back stiffened for a second then he straightened and smirked at Adam. “It’s not how special the bed is, but what you put in it,” he said.
Adam thought maybe this guy was finally picking up what he was putting down.
But Lynch didn’t show any more interest until they’d walked the length of the lot and Adam stopped him by a tiny hatchback. “This is one of our bestsellers for fuel economy. It has a 1.4 liter, four-cylinder engine with a manual or variable transmission. That’s nothing like what your Beemer is packing under the hood. Are you interested in trading it in towards a new vehicle?”
“Fuck no,” Lynch snarled, crossing his arms over his chest again and probably glaring at Adam and the car in equal measure.
“Okay,” Adam said in a reasonable tone. “Do you know what kind of engine you’d prefer?” And he went on to list what was offered in that model.
Lynch seemed entirely disinterested in even looking under a hood. Adam had to stop himself from sighing. He’d seen this more than once, and always with men for some reason. He’d read horror stories by women who’d had terrible treatment at car dealerships when they’d shopped, being shown the interior options like mirrors and cupholders instead of talking about the engine capacity and mileage.
Adam was always twice as nice to women customers, but he was pleasantly surprised at first because they were far and away more prepared for car shopping than the men. Maybe they felt like they had something to prove, but he had enjoyed one afternoon of discussing exhaust output, transmissions, and the company’s history of braking problems with one woman while her husband wandered the lot and picked out one to test drive because it had gray leather seats.
That had led to a sale. Adam was pretty sure this conversation wouldn’t.
“May I ask what, exactly, you do? What will you be using the car for?” Adam asked.
“I have a farm,” was all Lynch said.
“Are you looking for something that you can transport livestock or feed in?”
“No,” was the short answer.
Adam waited for the long answer but it never came.
“Well, then let me show you this model,” Adam said, slapping the roof of a nearby small SUV. “You can fit so many chickens inside this one.”
That made Lynch actually take off his sunglasses to glare at Adam.
“The defibrillator is also super-powered so you’re looking at a load more torque and drive-train power through the chassis.”
Lynch squinted at him. “It sounds like you know what you’re talking about,” he said suspiciously, clearly confused a little by Adam’s gibberish but not knowing enough to dispute him.
Adam smirked. This guy obviously didn’t know anything about cars.
Lynch was casting an angry glance around the whole lot so it surprised Adam when he said, “I want to drive one.”
“Sure, you can take a test drive,” Adam recovered quickly. “Which one would you like to try?”
“You’d have to go with me, right?”
“Yes, that’s our corporate policy.”
Lynch nodded and met Adam’s eyes. “Then let’s go for a ride.”
“Which one are you interested in taking out?”
This time, there was no mistaking the way Lynch’s eyes went up and down Adam’s body and the way he bit his own bottom lip when he focused on Adam’s mouth. Adam gulped. “If you could pick one to drive,” Lynch asked slowly, “which one would it be?”
Adam had to clear his throat before he could say, “Follow me.”
He led Lynch much more quickly back to the front of the dealership but had to stop when they spotted Mike and two of the other salesmen admiring Lynch’s BMW.
“What a beauty! They don’t make them like this anymore,” Mike said excitedly. “Are you going to trade it in? I’d be happy to make you an offer.”
“Fuck no,” Lynch repeated, and Adam had to hold in a snicker at the offense Lynch put into those two little words as if Mike had asked to purchase one of his kidneys.
“Well, if you’re ever interested in selling it, please, let me know. I could give you top dollar in a trade or even just buy it outright.” Mike patted the hood gently and Lynch bared his teeth like he was a second away from biting Mike’s hand off.
“Actually, Mike, Lynch here is looking to take a test drive of a sportier model.”
“Oh, great, which one takes your fancy?”
Lynch looked to Adam in bewilderment, but Adam just smirked. “He wants to take the Princess out.”
“Oh wow,” Mike said reverently.
They’d nicknamed the car the Princess because it was the top-of-the-line sports model the company made. And it had every deluxe package offered, with all the crazy little extras that the company overcharged for, so it was far and away the most expensive car on the lot. They actually had three of the sports model on the lot, but only the Princess was so overloaded with extras. Plus, it was a convertible.
“Isn’t that right, Lynch?” Adam nudged his elbow into Lynch’s ribs.
Lynch jolted. “Yeah, that one.”
“Wow,” Mike said again, “okay, uh, sure. We don’t usually allow test drives of that model right away because of liability and, uh, other issues.”
“He means, they don’t let anyone waltz in and drive it unless they prove they can actually afford to buy it,” Adam said bluntly.
Lynch raised an eyebrow as though amused with the dare. “You want to talk to my bank? If I wanted to, I could pay cash for it today.”
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” Mike said, all but wringing his hands. “I’ll just need your, uh, driver’s license and insurance card. And if you don’t mind terribly, I really should run a credit check on you. It’s just corporate policy, you know?”
Lynch didn’t answer, just got into the BMW and rummaged around the glove compartment until he came up with the paperwork that satisfied Mike.
“Thank you, Mr. Lynch. Now, if you want to wait at the Princess, Adam can tell you all about her while I go make copies of these.”
Adam watched Mike all but bow at Lynch before scurrying off to the office. Lynch looked at Adam blankly, but followed when Adam tilted his head in the general direction.
The convertible was bright cherry red, of course, and the top was down to show off its perks. Mike carefully pulled it out from the secure garage every morning when the weather was fine, and made sure to take it back in if there was even a hint of rain in the forecast.
Adam gestured with a flourish. “Meet the Princess.”
Lynch trailed his fingers over the convertible as he slowly circled it. “Why the hell’s it called the Princess?”
“Because it’s pretty, all dolled-up, and has some very sexy curves,” Adam replied promptly.
Lynch snorted and pulled his hand back. “I’m not into dolled-up and sexy curves,” he said bluntly. Then he gazed at Adam from underneath his thick black lashes and said quietly, “I’m not against pretty though.”
Adam’s stomach, and something lower, clenched. “Well, you can still have fun with her, on a strictly friendly level.”
“It looks like a toy.”
“It’s speedy and handles well. That should feel like fun, even if it looks like a toy.”
“Let’s take it out,” Lynch said and put on his sunglasses with a savage grin as Mike hurried over to them. He all but thrust the key into Lynch’s hand and gave Adam a discreet thumbs-up and a grin as he slapped a plate on the Princess’ rump.
While Lynch climbed behind the wheel, Mike gave him a run-down of the car’s controls which Adam should’ve probably already covered. Instead, he just got in the passenger’s side and made sure his seat belt was secure.
“Well, you’re all ready, Mr. Lynch. Listen to that engine purr,” Mike enthused when he finally let Lynch start the car. “Take her for a spin and see what you think. I’m sure you’ll agree that she’s a beauty.”
“I’m only into handsome,” Lynch said and took off with a little squeal of tires.
Adam looked back at Mike as Lynch pulled right onto the street and waved, but Mike was soon just a dot behind them. Lynch had to stop at the next red light, so Adam took the opportunity to say, “Normally I take people down here so they can get a feel for city traffic. Then we can jump on the interstate so you can let her loose a little before we get off the next exit and circle back.”
“Sure,” was all Lynch said.
Adam settled back and grinned, letting the hot sun melt him into the leather seat. Lynch handled the car with all the precision Adam would’ve guessed from his driving the BMW, weaving them through the busy four lanes of the city’s shopping district, then taking the interstate on-ramp at speed.
As the car accelerated with grace and ease, the wind hitting Adam felt good enough to make him forget the Virginian humidity. He relaxed as Lynch blew past other vehicles, their speed edging ever upward as he ruled the left lane. Adam’s yell about the upcoming exit was ignored, and he shut his mouth before he could swallow a bug.
He just let Lynch drive, going past one then two more exits until they were well into rural territory. Lynch had settled back into his seat, left hand on the wheel, right hand resting on the gear shift. Adam flicked his eyes between watching his profile and the blur of greenery as they sped past.
“Handles great, doesn’t it?” he finally yelled.
Lynch shrugged.
“It’s nice to feel the wind in your hair,” Adam shouted.
That made Lynch look over at him. Adam was sure he and his bald head weren’t amused.
Lynch turned his attention back to the road to zip around a tractor-trailer, and Adam idly wondered how many people had ever gotten arrested or at least a speeding ticket while on a test drive.
He studied Lynch, his devastatingly handsome face and body along with his handling of the car were a really terrible combination for Adam’s appreciation of hot guys, hot cars, and a mile-wide competency kink.
Lynch looked over with a smirk as though he could hear Adam’s thoughts. Adam just shut his eyes and smiled into the sun and wind. Convertibles were really shit for comfort and mileage, but, by God, it was fun.
Then Lynch took the next exit without hitting the brakes, leaving Adam grabbing for an oh-shit handle that wasn’t there and instead clinging to the door. But Lynch handled the change in deceleration beautifully, didn’t have to yield to any oncoming traffic, and continued to barrel south now on a two-lane road.
Adam looked around in curiosity, never having had a reason to stop at the exit where there was a gas station and a few scattered houses. Lynch continued a mile or so until he pulled into a gravel parking lot and finally hit the brakes. Only it spun the car right into a tight circle until they skidded to a stop directly in front of the tiny local ice cream stand.
“Jesus shit, Ronan! Dammit, what were you thinking?!”
Ronan’s shoulders were up around his ears, but he tried to shrug nonchalantly. “The fucking brakes are weird.”
Adam swore again. “That’s because your dad didn’t dream up ABS for the BMW. I told you to watch how touchy they were.”
Ronan just hmmed, and Adam shook his head, looking around them to see two minivans parked on the other side of the small building, a gaggle of moms and small kids at picnic tables staring at them.
He looked back at Ronan in growing horror of what could have happened only to see Ronan take off his sunglasses and peer up at the ice cream stand’s menu board like he was calm.
“Their special flavor of the week is teaberry. You want a cone or a tub?”
“Did you seriously bring me out here for ice cream, Ronan?”
Ronan studiously avoided Adam’s flat look. “You want a banana split? Black cow?”
“No, I don’t.” But then Adam sighed. “I’m just really thankful you didn’t hit anybody, pulling that stunt.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Ronan admitted, finally glancing over at Adam. “I didn’t think the brakes would pulse like that. I thought I’d skid right in like the BMW does.”
“And I always bitch at you when you do that in the BMW too,” Adam reminded him. “You’re going to blow out a sidewall any day.”
“I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known there were kids here,” Ronan nodded his head toward the group.
“Well, we’re all okay. And the car’s okay. But seriously, we set up this whole test drive scenario and all you can think of to do is stop and get ice cream? I thought we were going to find a quiet place to make out or something.”
Ronan put his hand on his chest and gasped. “Really? You think I’d just pick up some random sexy car salesman then make out with him after an hour? What am I, a manwhore?”
“I’m not saying you take after Declan but…” Adam teased.
Ronan’s look was not impressed. “This was fun and all but if you’re expecting me to put out on the first day we meet, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Adam unhooked his seat belt and leaned over to put his face close to Ronan’s and his hand on Ronan’s on the wheel. “Yeah, but you got to take a fast car for a ride. You could at least give the salesman a little ride too.”
“I don’t wanna take a fast guy for a ride. I like it long and slow and … uh, road trips…” Ronan trailed off when Adam nosed against his cheek and squeezed his hand.
“Think you lost control of your metaphor there. But I’m glad you’re not putting out for any guy you just met. It’s sweet.”
“I am not sweet.”
Adam touched his cheek and Ronan leaned into it, of course, and Adam kissed him gently. Then Ronan turned his body to get his hands around Adam’s face and he turned the kiss much deeper, licking into Adam’s mouth, tempting his tongue to come play.
So Adam had to move closer, one hand sliding up Ronan’s thigh, as the exhilaration and excitement of the day caught up to him, and they shared kisses sweeter than any ice cream.
Until a loud “Excuse me!” came from the direction of the picnic tables. Adam pulled off Ronan’s mouth long enough to glance over to where one of the mothers was standing and staring at them pointedly. When she met Adam’s eyes, she called out, “There are children here.”
“Well, we’re not going to be making any kids in here,” Ronan said, but thankfully not loud enough to carry. Adam had to snort back a laugh and squeezed his leg harder. That seemed counterproductive because Ronan pulled him back in for another kiss that carried on until Adam bit his bottom lip.
“We’d better stop before she calls the cops and reports us for public indecency. Or before Mike reports the car stolen.”
Ronan harrumphed and shot a dark look at the mother who was still watching them and glaring. Adam grabbed his wrist right before Ronan’s middle finger cleared the dashboard. Ronan sighed and surrendered.
“I really am getting ice cream. Tell me what you want before I get you the biggest tub of teaberry they have.”
Adam knew it wasn’t an empty threat and he grimaced at the thought of Pepto Bismol flavored ice cream, so he asked for a strawberry sundae with chocolate ice cream. Ronan nodded approvingly and returned from the order window with it and a hot caramel sundae with chocolate ice cream for himself, along with a soft pretzel to share. Adam made him return to the window for wads of paper napkins to make sure the car stayed spotless.
When the garbage had been dumped and a few more sticky kisses exchanged, Ronan murmured, “What are you going to tell them back at work?”
“Well, it depends. Do you wanna buy this little beauty?”
“No way. It’s nowhere near as good as my car.”
“You’re right. But it is nice,” Adam patted the dashboard lovingly then realized Ronan was looking at him strangely.
“Do you want it?” Ronan asked seriously.
Adam laughed. “No way in hell. I’m not near to having my mid-life crisis yet so I don’t need a showy convertible. It’s just nice.”
“Fine,” Ronan said, settling back in his seat, “so sorry, I’m not buying this toy.”
But Adam was still laughing, struck by a sudden thought. “That would really show them, though. You come in, take me for a drive, you buy the car, and then give it to me.”
Ronan smiled and joined in his laughter. “You gonna let me finally make you a sugar baby?”
“No,” Adam wiped at his watering eyes with a napkin, “because if I was looking for a sugar daddy, I would’ve taken Gansey up on it years ago.” And he burst out laughing again.
Ronan didn’t seem to think that was funny at all which only made Adam laugh harder.
“So, you going to tell them at your job that we’re actually going out?”
“Nah,” Adam tried to get himself under control again, “it’s more fun like this. You can come in again in a couple weeks, look around, maybe we can try out a SUV or minivan.”
“For all my kids and farm animals?”
“No, for the big, roomy back seats,” Adam leaned over and bit Ronan’s ear lobe making Ronan give a full body shudder. But it did put him instantly into a better mood.
“OK, deal. I’ll tell them you were a fine salesman but this car just doesn’t fit my farming lifestyle.”
“Good,” Adam sighed and leaned back to stretch his arms up until he felt a satisfied pop in his back. “And thanks for breaking up the monotony of my days on that car lot. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to put down roots right through the asphalt.”
“Anything for you,” Ronan said. “But next time, I’m coming up with the role play scenario.”
“I can barely wait,” Adam promised Ronan’s smirk that assured him it would be good. “Now. Let me drive back.”
“No! You can drive it whenever you want because you work there!”
“Yeah, and they know that with all the more they pay me that I’ll never be able to afford a car like this. So let me drive it back, and I’ll let you top tonight.”
Ronan pretended to consider it but he couldn’t shove the key at Adam fast enough. “I wouldn’t want you cheating on me with dolls and pretty princesses and curves anyway.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you need to tell yourself.” Then they scrambled over each other trying to exchange seats, and Adam nabbed Ronan’s sunglasses with a smirk as he settled behind the wheel. “Think I can beat your time getting back to the lot? Hold on to your hair, oops sorry, bad joke.”
Ronan was still grumbling when Adam pulled out, much more carefully than Ronan had entered. But it didn’t stop Ronan from twining his fingers through Adam’s on the gear shift or his loud whoop of happiness when Adam finally got it into fifth gear. Princess or not, it was a good day to spend with his very own Prince Charming.
*This is dedicated to the car salesman I watched standing there looking like that Ben Affleck picture only without the cigarette. He was no Adam Parrish though.
*One of the craziest things about writing in this fandom is allowing out the weird Appalachian vocabulary I grew up with and finally speaking the language of my foremothers. Bless.
*The author has only had one good car buying experience and it was with a young man about Adam’s age so this is dedicated to him too. Granted, they don’t usually make you give up your driver’s license when a salesperson rides with you and I’ve never had one ask for insurance but this is Ronan MF Lynch we’re talking about and no one is handing him the keys to a vehicle unless they have some proof that he actually has a license and insurance. And possibly enough money to cover for stealing and/or wrecking a sports car.
*So I’ve got two other fluffy comedies that I’ve been poking at for a while. Should I finish and post them? Does anyone else out there need some escapism and (hopefully) at least a sensible chuckle once in a while? Along with some kissing (and more 😉)?
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after the first five races of the season i can honestly say this is shaping up to be a fantastic indycar season. this is the sort of year where if you're on the fence about starting indycar, i'd recommend watching for sure. the competition is fierce each week, and you never know who'll come out on top (or who'll be scrapping it out at the bottom).
this is an exciting time for the sport, with the 500 coming up the next two weeks and superstar drivers from around the world deciding indycar is the place to be. i was honestly surprised when i went through the tag after the race today to see so many people! it makes me happy to see lots of people excited to watch indycar.
two weeks from today marks my 10th year (wow i feel old) watching indycar and i'm super excited to be sharing it with you all, whether you've been here a long time or are just getting started. i'm always available to be a resource of indycar knowledge and answer questions relating to the sport (its ok to tag me in stuff too if you want).
so with that said, happy month of may and happy 500 season to you all!
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Hot Wheels ~ Jake Martin x Reader
A/N ~ i hope you like this knife anon! i made it gn just because it’s how i write all my fics so any gender can read them! i hope you enjoy :)
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Summary: You get promoted to chief mechanic by Catherine, which leads to you working closely with your crush, Jake Martin.
Warnings: Uh, jake being jake?
Word Count:1K
You had always been in the background, behind the scenes if you will. When you were hired to join Bobby’s Racing you were hoping to do a bigger job. Instead, you were just a mechanic who rarely even got to show up to the races. Rising the ranks in the crew was nearly impossible. 
That was until you saved the team's ass during a race. It was the last pit stop Jake could do, and you had decided to go against orders. Although you were supposed to steer clear from the main mechanics way, you decided to fix something they missed. Your surprise fix had saved the race for Jake allowing him to get another top ten finish. 
It was a simple fix, but Kevin and Chuck had thought it was far more than that. After speaking to Catherine, you were soon titled as the chief mechanic, right underneath Chuck and Amir. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. 
The good thing about this change was the fact that you could work personally on the car. You didn’t need to ask to do something new or try something, you could just do it. Then there was the other good thing about your new job.
Jake Martin. The driver who you had never been able to see before this. Sure you had always seen him from afar, but now you had to work with him. Speaking to Jake and seeing him from far away were two different things. Especially because you had grown a liking to the driver. Okay, maybe more than that, but that’s not important. 
What is important is the fact that Jake has now noticed you.
“Hey! You are Y/N, right?” Jake walks up to the car. 
You stick your head out from the hood of the car and look up at Jake. 
“Y-yeah, that's me.” You try to keep yourself from stumbling over your words. 
“Thanks for the save last week! You saved my ass from getting beat by Catherine… Kevin…or both. Probably both.” Jake laughed. 
“It’s not a problem, I was only doing my job. You see the…” You began to explain how you fixed Jake’s car.
Jake wasn’t paying any attention to that though. He was more focused on the sparkle in your eye and the way you played with your hands as you spoke to him. 
“You know?” You looked at Jake.
“I have no idea what you were saying, but…could I have your number?” Jake smiled and 
“Stop flirting with them!” Kevin yelled from across the garage. 
Jake was now determined to flirt with you any chance he got. You simply thought he was messing with you, just joking around. However, Jake was dead serious about getting you to go on a date. The only person who could see that was Jessie, who didn’t want to get into this whole mutual pinning shit. 
Then you started talking to Jessie about Jake and she began to feel bad about the situation. You had gotten close to Jessie over these past few weeks and you had let her know of your ‘small’ crush on Jake. Jessie then heard from Jake about his crush on you. 
Jessie had never heard Jake speak about a person as he spoke about you. It was like he was talking about someone he truly liked. The whole concept kind of freaked Jessie out. There was only one solution though, and that was to get you to agree to go on a date with Jake. 
The female driver waited until the garage was empty near the car before she approached you. You were looking underneath the car. Once you heard Jessie approaching you rolled out from under the car.
“What’s up?” You grabbed a rag, rubbing your greasy hands clean.
“Go on a date with Jake.” Jessie sat down in front of you.
You quickly sat upon your roller and stared at Jessie.
“Excuse me? I am not asking him out if that’s what you want.” You sigh.
“I’m not asking you to. Jake is going to ask you out later today, and I want you to say yes.”
“But-” Jessie walked away from you before you could say anything else.
Jessie walked into the sim room where Jake was currently driving the fake car on the screen. 
“Jake, I need to talk to you.” 
“Give me just a second.” Jake was focused purely on his game.
“Ask out Y/N, for real this time.” Jessie continued. 
Jake lost focus, causing his car to crash into the side of the track.
“What?” Jake whipped his head back to Jessie. 
She didn’t look like she was joking.
“I’m being serious. Ask them.” Jessie then walked out of the simulation room.
Jake felt like he was going to puke even thinking about asking you out, but he was more terrified of what Jessie would do to him. 
You felt your heart reach your stomach when you saw Jake make his way over to you at the end of the day. There was no way Jessie was serious when she said he was going to ask you out…right?
“Y/N, can you come with me?” Jake pulled you towards the break room.
“Uh, I guess so.” You can’t do anything, but let him drag you there anyway.
Once Jake makes sure to close the door he turns towards you. He does an exaggerated sigh before looking you directly in the eyes.
“I need you to know that I’m serious this time when I say this. No jokes, no flirting. I like you, Y/N. Like like you. In the lover kind of way. I guess what I’m saying is that I have a huge crush on you. I think it would be kind of cool if you went on a date with me.” Jake mumbled the last part.
You looked at the driver in shock. How could this beautiful man ask you out of everyone on a date? You would be stupid to say no.
“Yes, Jake. Yes, I would love to go on a date with you.”
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