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pucksandpower · 2 months

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Of Roomates and Revenge

Lewis Hamilton x fake girlfriend!Reader

Featuring Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, and Nico Rosberg

Summary: in which your search for a free place to stay leads to helping one half of Brocedes live out his petty fantasy for revenge … and falling in love while doing so

Cat and Apartment Sitter Needed (Monaco)

Compensation: €1500/week plus all the Red Bull you can drink

I’m a world-traveling young professional who is rarely home. My two beautiful and rambunctious bengal cats need someone to stay with them in my Monaco apartment whenever I’m away for work.

The ideal candidate will be an experienced cat person who is prepared to deal with a lot of energy, chaos, and shenanigans from these two little terrors. They knock everything off every surface, wrestle at 3am, and will likely attempt to smother you while you sleep. If you can handle that, we’ll get along just fine.

In addition to caring for the cats, you will need to keep my place relatively tidy (i.e. no crushed Red Bull cans or fast food wrappers everywhere), collect any packages or mail that arrives, and randomly turn a few lights on and off every evening so the neighbors don’t get suspicious.

The position is ideal for a mature student, digital nomad, or someone between living situations who wants an amazing place to stay for free in one of the world’s hotspots.

Drop me a line if you think you can handle the cats from hell and wouldn't mind living in a 230 m² penthouse apartment with a private terrace, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a badass view of the Mediterranean. Preference goes to non-smokers who follow directions well and won’t throw ragers when I’m gone.

Send a brief intro, your experience with cats, and a couple photos attached. Urgently need someone for various stretches starting mid-February.

Do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers.

Live-in Cactus Caretaker Needed (Monaco)

Compensation: €1000/week, free snacks, and you can play my Xbox

I’m a young dude who’s rarely home because of my job that involves a lot of international travel. I have a single cactus plant that I promised my mum I would keep alive until she visits again. The thing is ... I have absolutely no idea how to care for plants. Like, I nearly killed it the first week by forgetting it existed.

What I need is someone responsible who can essentially live in my swanky Monaco apartment whenever I’m gone and keep my tiny cactus friend alive.

Duties would include:

Watering the cactus like ... once a month? Twice a month? I don’t know how often it needs water

Not letting the cactus die in any other way (pretty sure they need sunlight too … I think)

Keeping the place tidy (I’m a bit of a mess)

In return, you’d get:

A sick apartment all to yourself with a stunning view, giant TV, and full kitchen (please for the love of god be careful in there ... I almost burned the place down trying to make a grilled cheese once. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. I almost went up in flames over a silly sandwich. If you can't even operate a microwave, we may have problems. There’s only room for one idiot like that in Monaco — and it’s me)

Unlimited snacks/drinks from my well-stocked pantry

Free rein over my gaming setup (just don’t break anything)

First dibs on any events/reservations I can’t make

The ideal person is responsible, shows they can follow basic instructions for cactus care, laidback since you’ll be alone a lot, and trustworthy enough not to wreck the place or throw illegal parties. Having a green thumb would be great, but frankly if you can manage not to kill the one plant, that’s good enough for me.

Send a brief bio about yourself and your qualifications as a cactus/housesitter if interested! I’m gone quite frequently starting in February so could use someone ASAP.

No scammy offers or soliciting, please!

Roommate Needed to Drink Wine and Listen to My Woes (Monaco)

Compensation: Free rent in a nice apartment, plus all the wine you can drink

Are you a good listener? Do you enjoy dry red wines and occasional bouts of tears and venting? If so, I’ve got the perfect living situation for you!

I’m a youngish guy with a high-stress job that involves a lot of traveling. When I’m home in Monaco, I tend to unwind by polishing off a couple bottles of nice Bordeaux or Burgundy while complaining about work, my colleagues, and my rival who is giving me really mixed signals.

What I need is a roommate who doesn’t mind a little drunken blubbering here and there.

You’ll get:

Your own bedroom in my spacious 2BR/2BA apartment in the La Condamine district

Rights to my kitchen, living room with large TV, piano, and music recording equipment

Access to the building’s pool, sauna, fitness center, and lounge areas

As much wine as you can drink (and more)

In exchange, you’ll be expected to:

Listen to my periodic rants and rave sessions without judgement

Preferably nod along or offer supportive-sounding feedback like “Yeah, that’s really tough man” or “Wow, they sound terrible”

Refill wine glasses as needed

Maybe rub my back or pat my head if I’m really going through it

The ideal candidate is a decent human being who can empathize with the high-pressure struggles of a young professional trying to make it in a cut-throat career.

You’ll need a decent amount of free time and lots of patience. Prior experience as a life coach, therapist, or sympathetic drinking buddy is a plus.

If you can handle crying guys after a few too many glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, inquire within! Include a little about yourself and why you would make a good non-judgmental wine friend. Merci!

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Impartial Referee Wanted for Parking Lot Brawls (France)

Compensation: €400 per event

Two athletic young men in their late-20s are looking for a level-headed third party to oversee and officiate their semi-regular parking lot boxing matches. Yes, you read that right — we’re talking straight-up fisticuffs in the back alley behind the Circuit Paul Ricard.

A little background: We’ve been frenemies/rivals since we were kids — constantly competing in friends, employment opportunities, you name it. There’s a healthy amount of hatred between us that simply can't be resolved through words alone. Every few months, we feel the need to just take out our pent-up aggression on each other's faces.

Up until now, it’s been an unregulated shitshow with no real rules or oversight. We’re looking for someone impartial who can:

Set some fair ground rules around where/how we can strike

Ensure no prop weapons get involved (last time he tried to scalp me with a wrench)

Officiate and declare a winner once one of us is knocked out or quits

Ideally have some basic first-aid skills in case of a nasty cut or broken nose

We will pay €400 cash at the start of each bout. You’ll get a free show of two extremely fit dudes wailing on each other until there’s a clear victor.

Loser exits with his tail between his legs, winner gets to gloat for the next couple months until we run it back.

If you can be a neutral third party and aren’t squeamish about a little blood, send us your info with some details about yourself and your experience resolving conflicts (legally or not). First come first served — our next fight is tentatively scheduled for mid-May!

No flakes or perverts, please. Serious connoisseurs of violence only.

P.S. Don’t be scared to give out penalties (one of us is used to that)

Actor or Actress Needed to Annoy Ungrateful Ex-Friend (Monaco)

Compensation: €2700 per week, free luxury accommodations

I’m a successful guy in my late 30s looking to hire someone to pretend to be my significant other for a few months. Before you get the wrong idea, let me explain ...

I had a major falling out with a former best friend who stabbed me in the back years ago. We live in the same apartment building, just one floor apart.

I’m trying to show him how amazing my life still is without him … and maybe make him jealous in the process.

That’s where you come in. I need you to move into my penthouse temporarily and act as my gorgeous new boyfriend/girlfriend.

Your main duties would include:

Loudly introducing yourself to said ex-friend by knocking on his door and being line “Hi, is [insert my name] here?” Then pretend to be embarrassed and apologize when he tells you that you’re at the wrong apartment

Hang out in the hallway near his place and have very loud fake conversations detailing our imaginary passionate nights together (rated R)

Post cringy coupley photos on your social media of us dressed up going out, cuddling on my yacht, etc

Ideally you’re an aspiring actor/actress or just a really convincing liar. Being somewhat loud and dramatic is a plus. You’ll need to be willing to play along if my petty ex-friend tries to confront us.

In return, you’ll be living in a lavish penthouse with all the amenities for free. You’ll have your own private suite and can hang out on the oversized balcony, by the pool, or in the media room when you’re off the clock. Might also be able to introduce you to some high-profile people if you’re trying to network.

Oh, and my bulldog will provide plenty of cuddles.

If you can pull off a remarkably realistic fake partner act and aren’t afraid of a little light deception, hit me up! Please include a couple photos plus a bit about yourself and your acting experience. Aiming to start mid-April.

I’m an equal opportunity employer — girlfriend, boyfriend, nonbinary partner, you name it. All genders welcome to apply for the role if you’ve got what it takes! Only preference is that you have especially luscious hair … for reasons.

No weirdos please.

Hi,

Okay, I have to admit — your ridiculous request to hire a fake girlfriend to make your ex-best friend jealous is quite possibly the pettiest thing I’ve ever heard. And I absolutely love it.

I’m literally the perfect person for this role. Petty vengeance is my middle name (well, not really, it's actually Y/M/N ... but you get the idea).

A little about my qualifications:

Took some theatre electives in university so I can really sell the dramatics

Lots of experience putting on an Oscar-worthy performance faking ... well, you know ... thanks to my douchebag ex-boyfriend who couldn’t be bothered to learn how to pleasure a woman 🙄

Not afraid to get LOUD and will happily reenact our “passionate nights” at earsplitting volumes in that hallway

Can pull off playing dumb if your friend tries to interrogate me about you (“Oh [whatever your name is]? Yeah he’s just the best at ... stuff”)

No shame in my pettiness game — I once spent my weekly paycheck on a Cameo just so an ex’s favorite celebrity would call him a dingleberry

In terms of looks, I’ve been told I have just the right amount of “hot” to make your poor pal jealous without it being too unbelievable. I’m attaching a few photos for reference.

Let me know if you want to meet up for a glass of wine and we can workshop some juicy storylines for our imaginary romance. Perhaps I was a former fling you rediscovered? A hot younger thing giving you a new lease on life? The possibilities are endless!

I’m a pro at faking it, so selling our relationship will be a piece of cake. Your ex-friend will be bright green with envy by the time I’m through!

Let’s make him regret the day he double-crossed you, babe.

Cheers,

Y/N

r/offmychest

u/NotBritneySpears · 16h

My ex-best friend’s new girlfriend is the WORST!

I really need to get this off my chest. My upstairs neighbor’s new girlfriend is, without a doubt, the most insufferable human being on the planet. She’s loud, obnoxious, and seems to take immense pleasure in tormenting me for some reason.

A little background: I used to be really close friends with my neighbor. We had a big falling out a while back over ... well, it’s a long story. We don’t talk anymore and there’s a lot of resentment between us. Clearly the universe is trying to get back at me now with this new girl.

This chick has made it her personal mission to give me a play-by-play account of every single intimate encounter she has with him. And I mean DETAILED accounts. The other day I was just trying to enjoy my morning coffee and I hear her incredibly shrill voice from right outside my door:

“Oh he was an ANIMAL last night! The things he did with his tongue, I thought I was going to pass out!”

Like, seriously? Keep it to yourself, weirdo! That’s just the tame stuff too. Sometimes she’ll go into pretty graphic detail describing body parts and positions that I really didn’t need a mental picture of.

Here’s the thing — she quite obviously positions herself to be as close as possible to my apartment without actually trespassing — I mean, she doesn’t even live on my floor for god’s sake! So every word comes through crystal clear. I’ve confronted her about it a few times and she just plays dumb, like:

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry if I was being loud! We just get so carried away sometimes, you know how it is,” with this stupid ditzy valley girl voice and hair toss.

I don’t know if my former best friend put her up to this or if she’s just a massive troll in her own right. But it’s like psychological warfare at this point. Literally ANY time I’m home, I have to listen to her yap about their Sex Olympian-level escapades.

My wife even heard them once and thought I was playing porn at an insane volume! She doesn’t believe me that it’s just this deranged lady running her mouth constantly.

I’m half-tempted to start recording her rants and blast them back at full volume to give them a taste of their own medicine. Or maybe start describing lurid details of my own (admittedly not quite so colorful) sex life in retaliation.

I don’t know, maybe I’m being oversensitive. But living under these two insufferable assholes is a waking nightmare. I need to move or something because this is massively affecting my peace of mind. Who knows if they will ever get bored of tormenting me and move on.

Rant over. Thanks for letting me vent about the neighbors from hell.

u/chronicgossiper · 12h

Damn, that sucks man. Your neighbor and his gf sound like immature assholes trying to get a rise out of you. I’d look into noise complaint options or even see if you can get them evicted for harassment.

Reply to u/chronicgossiper · 11h

Seriously? You really think the landlord would evict someone over this? It’s not like they’re blasting music at 3am. Sounds more like passive aggressive pettiness than anything illegal.

u/chronicgossiper · 10h

Idk, having to listen to people loudly describe their sex acts against your will seems like it could qualify as harassment or creating a hostile environment. Worth exploring at least if they won’t stop.

u/NotBritneySpears · 9h

Eviction isn’t really an option here since we all own our apartments and there’s no landlord dictating that. It’s not that type of building.

u/nosyandproud · 8h

Did your former friend move into that building first or did you move in knowing he lived there?

u/NotBritneySpears · 7h

He was there first, I bought my place a few years after him when I could afford it. Never expected he'd pull something this childish.

Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 6h

So you willingly moved into the same building as your ex-best friend that you aren’t on speaking terms with? That’s just asking for drama, dude.

u/NotBritneySpears · 5h

It’s a great building in an amazing location. I wasn’t going to not pursue the opportunity just because he lives there too. It’s a big place, I didn’t think we’d be running into each other much.

Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 4h

Still seems like a weird decision to willingly insert yourself into his orbit like that if the relationship was so fractured. Probably should’ve seen some fallout coming.

u/nosyandproud · 3h

Yeah exactly, why would you move somwhere your ex-friend lives if you two clash that much? Kinda put yourself in this situation.

u/NotBritneySpears · 2h

Okay, let me be clear — he and I were best friends for over a decade before we had a colossal falling out a few years ago. We’re not just some casual ex-buddies who don’t get along. We were legitimately very close for most of our lives until things went nuclear between us. When I decided to move into the building, our friendship had been over for a while already. I really didn’t anticipate he’d take things to this vindictive level years later. I’m not going to miss out on my dream home just because of what happened between us.

Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 1h

This is getting juicyyy, do tell about what caused the falling out!

u/NotBritneySpears

Not really trying to dredge up old drama, that’s a whole other can of worms. The girlfriend situation is annoying enough as is.

Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 51m

Fair enough, you gave context. Still think you two need to have an adult conversation about boundaries. Purposely trying to loudly narrate their sex life at you is unhinged.

r/relationships

u/yourusername · 19h

I’m catching real feelings for the guy who hired me to be his fake girlfriend to get revenge on his ex-friend ... help?

Buckle up folks, because I’ve got one hell of a tangled situation to unpack here. This is going to be a long one.

About a month ago, I responded to this Facebook Marketplace ad from a guy (let’s call him L) looking to hire someone to pretend to be his new girlfriend. The goal was to make his former best friend/downstairs neighbor jealous after a brutal falling out between them.

I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But the benefits were good and I’d be living in his insane luxury penthouse in Monaco rent-free. More importantly, I really vibed with L’s pettiness and desire to get deliciously pathetic revenge on his ex-friend. My last boyfriend was the actual worst, so I was absolutely here for any slightly insane Karen antics.

Anyway, we hit it off immediately at the “audition” over drinks. L is brilliant, successful, gorgeous, and fucking hilarious in a sarcastic, unfiltered way. We both have a wicked mean streak and frankly get off on emotionally messy situations. It was like looking into a mirror — two beautiful trainwrecks finding each other in the wreckage.

From night one, we had crazy chemistry. The back-and-forth banter was electric, we finished each other’s sentences, etc. I felt so comfortable around him despite the bizarre circumstances. I assumed it was all fun and games to toy with his former best friend.

But over the last few weeks of loudly chronicling our “sex marathons”!outside said ex-friend’s door and doing phony coupley things around the city, I’ve realized my feelings are ... complicated. L and I CONNECT on a deeper level, in addition to just being partners in crime. We’ll be tangled up watching movies and he’ll make some perfectly timed quippy comment that has me cackling until my abs hurt. Or we’ll get deliriously wasted and end up baring our souls about our upbringings, dreams, fears — everything.

I’ve never been so open or comfortable around someone before. Our walls are gone. And the most messed up part? Some small, perverse part of me loves the strange intimacy we’ve manufactured through this farce. How much closer can you get than meticulously co-creating a fictional relationship?

In the beginning, I think we were both just in it for the laughs and pettiness factor. But something shifted for me recently. One night we were drunkenly rehearsing how I was going to describe our latest imaginary tryst to his ex-friend and ... I don’t know, I couldn’t stop staring at his lips while he was talking. His face was so close to mine and I felt breathless. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to ditch the script and really kiss him. I had to physically stop myself from lunging forward.

Later, when I went back to my room, I was hit with a crushing wave of realization — I have actual romantic FEELINGS for this basketcase who hired me to play-act as his girlfriend! What the actual fuck?

Guys, I’m in too deep. How did I let this happen? L is technically still my employer and this whole operation has an expiration date. His former friend is already growing visibly annoyed, so Phase 2 (feign a dramatic breakup, I move out, L moves on with his life) is likely coming up very soon.

Do I just bury my feelings and end this gig without saying anything? Do I risk the humiliation of confessing my heart to someone who was only pretending to want me around? Or should I just go for it and make out with him next time we’re tangled on the couch? I’m spiraling here!

The pettiness that brought us together may also tear us apart. Or maybe I’m just a sad clown who read too much into a fake relationship. Someone slap me with a reality check, please! I need perspective from the outside.

Tl;DR - Developed legit romantic feelings for the guy who hired me to be his fake girlfriend as part of his weird revenge plot. Not sure if I should come clean, keep it professional, or start actually making out with him for real. This was NOT part of the deal!

u/judgingloudly · 18h

Oh honey, you are in a MESS. This is like a bad romcom plot but IRL. I think your only real option is to fess up and tell L how you’re feeling. Contrary to popular belief, the fake dating trope doesn’t always have to stay pretend!

If he doesn’t feel the same way, at least you put it all out there and can move on with some dignity intact. But who knows — from how you describe the crazy chemistry and connection, he might feel relieved you said something first! Don’t let this fire burn out without taking your shot. Oh and definitely keep us updated, I’m invested now!

Reply to u/judgingloudly · 17h

I agree with this take. You already acknowledged you’re in too deep emotionally. Might as well put those cards on the table and let the chips fall where they may. Shooting your shot is always better than letting the “what if” eat away at you forever!

u/livefordrama · 16h

I’m sorry but I simply must ask — how did you land a gig like this? And does he happen to have any more openings for a fake girlfriend? Asking for a friend …

u/yourusername · 15h

Honestly it was a random Facebook ad looking for exactly this — a girl to move in and fake date this guy to drive his feuding neighbor up the wall. I applied semi-joking but he picked me!

As for openings, not that I know of ... yet. I may have to quit soon depending how this all plays out, so will keep you posted if my spot opens up!

Reply to u/yourusername · 14h

Omg please do! I would 100% take on a role like this, it sounds like a total riot.

u/unpaidtherapist · 13h

Girl, I think you already know what you have to do here. Is keeping things professional and never admitting your feelings really an option at this point? You’re clearly enamored with this guy and he seems to reciprocate the intensity at least platonically so far. I say GO FOR IT!

Just pull him aside one day, say “hey this isn’t just an act for me anymore, I really like you and need to know if there’s a possibility for us or not.” If he’s as caught off guard and freaked out as you’re implying, a direct conversation is needed to get those cards on the table. Don’t die wondering “what if?” That’s my advice.

u/everydayopportunist · 12h

This is so wild, I’m living for this drama! Seriously might need to pursue some similar gigs myself, apparently that’s where all the romance happens these days 😂

u/devilsadvocate · 11h

I’m sorry but I have to go against the grain here — please do NOT make a move or confess any feelings! This guy hired you for a very specific job under very specific pretenses. Catching real feels was not part of the deal at all. Selfishly throwing that at him out of the blue would be so unfair after he opened his home to you. I worry he could feel betrayed and violated even if he did secretly like you back.

My advice? Give it a few weeks, see if these feelings persist or if it was just a passing crush brought on by the intimacy you’ve found yourselves in. If it’s still intense after cooling off, then maybe consider looping him in. But don’t go nuclear until you're absolutely sure. You could risk imploding a good work situation and friendship over a temporary infatuation. Tread very lightly!

Reply to u/devilsadvocate · 10h

I’m with this take, OP shouldn’t jeopardize her living situation if her feelings might be fleeting. Taking a step back and giving it more time could provide clarity. It’s easy to get caught up in the fantasy.

The more prudent move is to wait until the “job” wraps up before considering opening that can of worms. If feelings persist minus the contrived closeness, she’ll know it's real. But springing it on the guy now seems wildly unfair and could blow up in her face.

r/AmITheAsshole

u/veganGOAT · 15h

AITA for turning down my fake girlfriend after she admitted feelings, only to want her back days later?

I think I may have tremendously fucked up in a spectacularly messy way. Let me walk you through the tangled web I’ve woven ...

A couple months ago, I (39M) hired this woman to essentially move into my apartment and pretend to be my new girlfriend. I know it sounds batshit crazy … but I was trying to make my ex-best friend/neighbor jealous after a bitter falling out between us.

She was the perfect partner for this ruse — sarcastic and spunky, with a hint of unhinged energy. We bonded instantly over bottles of wine and throwing deliciously overblown “loud sex” performances in the hallway to drive my ex-friend nuts. What was meant to be a transaction quickly bloomed into a legitimately fun, effortless friendship.

Soon after, we started having real sex. It sort of just … happened, albeit very awkwardly at first. Like “well this is weird, want to try it for real just to see?” And what do you know, we had insane chemistry between the sheets too! We were soon sleeping together nearly every night, always swearing afterwards that it was “just for fun” and didn’t mean anything more.

But I started catching feelings. She was hilarious, confident, beautiful — everything I could ever want in a partner. We had connected on a deeper level through the medium of batshit pettiness. And our physical intimacy only amplified that bond.

Cut to a couple weeks ago. We had just finished a particularly athletic round and were cuddled up, spent. Out of nowhere, she pipes up nervously: “Hey … I think I’m really falling for you. I don't want this to just be sex or games anymore. I want to really try being together.”

I froze. The words I had been longing to hear suddenly terrified me in that moment. My throat clenched up as a wave of panic crashed over me (yes, I’m well aware of how stupid this was in hindsight). After an agonizing pause, I managed to choke out: “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. This thing between us was only ever supposed to be fake. I don’t think of you that way.”

I could actually see her face crumble. She quickly mumbled “okay” and slid out of my bed, wrapping a sheet around herself to cover her dejection. I swear I heard muffled sobs through the wall once she was back in her guest room. I felt like a piece of shit.

The next few days were some of the most awkward, brutal tension I’ve ever experienced. She was now acting like a scorned woman just doing her job, no intimacy whatsoever. We could barely make eye contact.

It took seeing her so closed off, so cold, for me to realize how much I desperately missed her warmth, humor, friendship. How much I longed for the easy intimacy we once had, both emotional and physical. I tried a few times to apologize or explain myself, but she brushed me off — utterly walled off to protect herself.

After days of wrestling with my suppressed feelings, I realized that I was in love with this wonderful woman. Hiring her as a fake girlfriend was one of the best things I had ever done because it brought her into my life … and now I didn’t want to let her go. She was becoming my person, even if she had started out as a farce.

But here’s where I really need some impartial perspective — AITA for freezing up and rejecting her confession?

I didn’t meant to tank her feelings so callously. I think I just ... panicked in that moment. The idea of committing to a real relationship terrified me in ways I didn’t expect. My career keeps me constantly on the go, always jet-setting to the next thing. Could I really give a romance the time and energy it deserves right now?

Part of me also felt massively conflicted about the circumstances. I’m literally paying her to pretend to be my girlfriend as a sort of ongoing petty revenge. If I admitted I wanted to actually date her, wouldn't that blur consent lines in some messed up way? Like, is she just going along with it because she’s on the payroll?

I know these both sound like flimsy excuses, but they were very real fears racing through my mind in that moment. Fears that made me impulsively reject her, despite how utterly gone I was.

Now, days later, those same hangups don’t seem so insurmountable. Maybe she and I could make something work, travel schedules and all. And if she reciprocated feelings, it would be a starting point — not her just placating me for a check. We could rip up the old arrangement and start fresh.

But I haven’t confessed any of this to her yet out of gut-wrenching cowardice. She’s still giving me this cold, professional shoulder. I don’t know how to begin recanting my idiotic reaction and opening up about the REAL reasons I panicked — the commitment fears, the moral dilemma, all of it.

Part of me wonders if I even have the right to try and pursue things with her at this point? I absolutely shattered her feelings for my own hangups just days ago. AITA for potentially stringing her along further by trying to retroactively take it all back? Maybe I’ve missed my window and should just let this phase of my life be over before it gets even more painful and messy?

Ugh, I’m rambling now. The crux is — AITA for how I recklessly rejected her in that moment? Do I even have a right to try and make amends after that thunderous fumble? Or should I just take the L, chalk it up to collateral damage of being in the world’s most messy pseudo-relationship, and move on?

u/juryofone · 14h

YTA, but only because you handled the initial rejection in the worst way possible. Your reasons for hesitating are somewhat understandable. But you really dropped the ball in communicating that to her in the moment.

Instead of calmly explaining where your headspace was at, you just blurted out a kneejerk rejection that crushed her feelings. No wonder she went ice cold — that had to sting like hell! If you had taken a breath and talked it through with more nuance, maybe you could’ve reached an understanding.

The good news is, you’ve now realized how much you DO want this woman in your life as more than a pretend romance. I don’t think you’re an AH for having those feelings or wanting to pursue her again, provided you make a sincere, thoughtful effort to apologize for your tactless approach before.

My advice? Explain the real reasons you froze up, how torn you felt over everything, and make it clear you still have feelings. But lead with a heartfelt apology for how horribly you botched it at first. If she’s willing to give you one more chance after that, DO NOT blow it.

Reply to u/juryofone · 13h

I agree with this take. He’s not an AH for the situation, but majorly the AH for the WAY he handled rejecting her. That had to sting badly after putting herself out there. The mature thing is to own up to that and properly communicate where his head was at.

Reply to u/juryofone · 12h

Yeah, going straight for “I can’t do that, I don’t think of you that way” after she bared her soul was so harsh and unnecessary. He could have let her down wayyyy more gently if he was that conflicted about it all. She must’ve felt like a fool!

u/neutralpartier · 11h

NAH — I get that you panicked in the heat of the moment and why this whole situation is heavy with ethical quandaries. The reality is, you two started off pretending but real feelings developed, and that’s okay! It happens. The moral issue only remains if you knowingly took advantage of or manipulated her feelings while she was on your payroll. Since you seem just as confused as she was, I don’t think any lines were really crossed.

The way forward is to rip off the bandaid once and for all. If you have mutual feelings now, figure out if you want to date as equals. If not, it’s time to part ways amicably while you both still can. But don’t keep paying her while catching feels — THAT would make you an AH.

u/glasshalfempty · 10h

ESH ... look, you suck for how you handled rejecting her confession. That was really hurtful and avoidant no matter your internal struggles. She sucks for going into this thinking it was all pretend, catching real feelings, and expecting you to want to be serious too. You PAID her to be your fake GF and made that clear.

My suggestion is to have an honest discussion about whether you can BOTH separate the transactions from reality. If you’re both all-in on trying for real, great! But one of you is going to get burned if expectations don’t align. And please, for the love of god, stop paying her!

Reply to u/glasshalfempty · 9h

This is exactly what I was thinking too! Way too messy ethically to keep paying her as the lines blur between fantasy job and real romance. Either take the plunge and date properly or go separate ways for good.

Reply to u/glasshalfempty · 8h

Agree but like ... is this even real? How does someone end up hiring a fake girlfriend to make their former best friend jealous? That alone sounds like a bad romcom plot.

u/criticaloverthinker · 7h

I’m calling cap on this whole wild story. Childhood besties turned feuding enemies living in the same building? A fake girlfriend who moves in as part of an elaborate revenge plan? It’s all too unbelievable.

u/struggling-with-reddit · 6h

I’ll play along and rate, but no way is this post legit lol. Having a fake girlfriend you eventually catch feelings for while pranking your neighbor? What’s next, one of you is actually royalty or a secret millionaire? Too much happening here.

Reply to u/struggling-with-reddit · 5h

Hahaha I know right, the excessive details and backstory gave it away as creative writing practice or something. No judgment from me, it was an entertaining read at least!

u/struggling-with-reddit · 4h

Next thing you know, OP will be claiming he’s Michael Schumacher or something 😂

r/AmITheAsshole

u/veganGOAT · 8h

UPDATE — I’m the idiot who rejected then realized I loved my fake girlfriend … and she took me back!

When I made my initial post a bit over a month ago about this whole fake girlfriend situation, most of you understandably called it outrageously far-fetched.

Which, fair. How does someone actually end up hiring a woman to fake date them just to make their neighbor jealous? It does sound ripped straight from a Nicholas Sparks fever dream.

Well put on your straight jackets, because this ridiculous saga is 100% real. And I’ve got an update that’s even crazier than the original tale ...

After reading the feedback on my initial post (and getting a whole lot of shit from some friends too), it became crystal clear that I had to make things right. I put her through the emotional wringer by callously rejecting her in the moment, when her feelings were just as tangled up as mine were. I owed her a sincere apology and a proper explanation of why I froze — with no more deflections or excuses.

So I wrote her a long letter. I laid it all out there. How torn I felt about the ethical and emotional complexities of our arrangement. How her vulnerability awoke my own fears about commitment, my transient lifestyle, and whether I could realistically be the partner she deserved. Mostly, I repeatedly owned up to being a thoughtless prick who shattered her trust out of pure pathetic self-preservation.

But above all, I made one thing clear — despite my bumbling, I had fallen for her too. Completely and utterly. She had cracked through my defenses and healing her hurt became the only thing that mattered.

I ended the letter by owning up to the fact that she now held all the power. While she had moved into this arrangement under certain pretenses, I had violated that implied contract. The ball was entirely in her court now. I would abide by whatever decision she landed on — friendship, an amicable parting of ways, or taking the terrifying gamble of trying to make this the real deal.

When she emerged from her room the next morning, I could barely look at her. I was a sweaty, nauseated wreck, steeling myself for the worst. She sat down next to me in silence and unleashed the longest, most blistering dressing down of my life. How I had made her feel so small, so foolish, so painfully vulnerable. Words like “coward” and “asshole” were thrown around. But you know what phrase stung most?

“I wish you had told me all of this up front instead of dealing with it like a child. I could’ve understood where you were coming from.”

It was a dagger — she was absolutely right. My dumb automatic rejection utterly betrayed the openness and intimacy we had built. Still, she didn’t dismiss me entirely. She would need some time to think, but asked that I stand by for an answer.

The limbo period was … not fun.

After four excruciating days, she came to me again. This time, she was almost shy, like her old self. She told me she had thought it over extensively, and ultimately my explanation and full-hearted apology won her over. I may be an idiot, an asshole, and a bit of a mess (her words), but I was an honest idiot with a good heart under all the bravado. And that’s what had drawn her to me in the first place.

So with the understanding that we would both need to work on our communication skills and respective hang-ups, she was in. We would press the reset button altogether, end our old arrangement, and try to make this relationship happen for real — messy origins be damned.

That was exactly a month ago today, and things have never been better. Sure, we still lean into some harmless (and vaguely unhinged) pettiness with my former friend from time to time. Some habits are too fun to quit cold turkey. But ultimately, I’ve never been so grateful for the insane set of circumstances that brought this amazing woman into my life. We may have started as an acting exercise, but we took a leap together into something beautifully real.

And yeah, I still have to hear shit from literally everyone about how our romance origin story is the most unbelievable meet-cute of all time. But I’ve learned to lean into the absurdity. After all, what’s life without a little chaos and a perfect partner to share in the pandemonium?

Thanks to everyone who offered candid advice on my original post. You may have received an update sooner if not for all the people accusing me of faking it! All I can say is … this is my blissfully ridiculous reality now.

u/juryofone · 7h

Well hot damn, I have to hand it to you — this saga is even wilder than the original post let on! I went from being totally skeptical of the whole outrageous situation to being fully invested in this insane romance. Love that she put you through the wringer a bit before taking you back. You absolutely deserved that and more after treating her like you did.

But huge props to you for manning up with that apology and giving her the power to make the next move. That vulnerability and respect for her feelings despite your own doubts is what true partnership is all about. I have a feeling you two chaotic bastards are going to be just fine as a real couple now that all the crazy pretenses have been stripped away. Wishing you both nothing but more pandemonium and pettiness together!

u/neutralpartier · 7h

I’m officially obsessed with this love story. You went from hiring a woman off to punk your neighbor, to breaking her heart over catching feelings, to doing the MOST to grovel your way back into her good graces, to ACTUALLY SUCCEEDING. It’s romcom gold! I need this to get optioned for a movie immediately.

u/glasshalffull · 6h

As wild as this story has been from start to finish, this update has me straight up emotional! The groveling, the way you explained your fears, her roasting you for days before mercifully taking you back … my heart. Love that she cut straight through the bullshit by calling you an idiot AND acknowledging your good heart. That’s the ideal balance.

I’m so invested in this nonsense and need regular updates on how things progress from here. You better not blow it after all this chaos or I’ll be leading the charge to vandalize your apartment!

u/romanticempath · 5h

What a journey! To go from manufacturing a fake relationship purely for petty vengeance, to developing REAL emotional stakes, to breaking each other's hearts quite viscerally, to finding your way back together through sheer vulnerability? Incredible stuff.

I laughed, cried (a little, don’t judge), and cringed throughout this entire saga. Thank you for bringing us all along for the insane roller coaster. I wish nothing but ridiculous happiness for you and her moving forward!

u/fairytaledreamer · 4h

I’m sorry but I still can’t get over the fact that this is somehow a real series of events? You’re a madman and this is truly unhinged (but also incredible). How did ALL of this unfold before your 40s?

Romcoms have been put to bed. Welcome to 2024, where people actually hire fake GFs to get revenge on their scorned former friends, develop legit attachment issues, torpedo everything in a panic, grovel for redemption fit for cinematic history, and somehow STILL end up together in some sort of demented happily ever after!

All I can say is cherish the chaos you've manifested. I can’t wait to see what bonkers plotlines await the two you. Start recording everything for the biopic!

Reply to u/fairytaledreamer · 3h

“Cherish the chaos” is absolutely the perfect sign off for this update. I’m deceased at this whole wild drama, but also soooo invested! Cannot wait for the inevitable Netflix mini series. Thanks for the laughs, drama, and emotional whiplash!

r/offmychest

u/NotBritneySpears · 21h

My ex-bestie’s wedding to his obnoxious girlfriend was a nightmare … and so was their wedding night (unfortunately)

You’ll have to bear with me on this one, because I’m still reeling a bit from one of the most cringey, uncomfortable, and downright baffling weekends of my entire life. I need to get this off my chest before I have a full mental breakdown.

A couple years ago, I made a post venting about my former best friend’s new girlfriend at the time. For those who missed the saga, she was an insufferably loud woman who seemed to take immense pleasure in loudly narrating her sex life with my former friend right outside my apartment door. It was psychological warfare, plain and simple.

Well, I’m sure you can all see where this is going based on the title. Against all odds and reason, this woman and my ex-friend somehow stuck it out … until he put a ring on it last year. Which leads me to the first in a cascading series of mind-numbing events — receiving a wedding invitation from the happy couple!

Now, let’s be clear — I have not spoken to my former best friend in almost a decade at this point. Not since our cataclysmic falling out (a story for another day). We were thick as thieves until our bond was shattered beyond repair. For him to invite me to his wedding with the woman who crudely mocked their intimacy for my benefit was … certainly a choice.

On one hand, why on EARTH would you invite the person whose heart you deliberately stomped on so many years ago? It felt like a cruel joke, rubbing salt in an open wound that never fully healed. A reminder of their domestic bliss and my bitter ostracism.

Yet on the other hand, maybe there was a subconscious part of me that would have felt insulted if he didn’t invite me after so many shared years? As if he had utterly erased me from his life without a second thought? The thought gut punched me too in an admittedly unhealthy way.

Long story short, I RSVP’d yes … half out of morbid curiosity and half out of a deeply unwell desire to not get excluded from such a significant life event. In hindsight, a foolish decision that kicked off a horrifically uncomfortable series of events.

The wedding itself was … a lot. An over-the-top spectacle at an insanely expensive venue. My miserable self stuck out like a sore thumb surrounded by all the adoring couple’s friends and family. I sat through mushy vows reaffirming their “unlikely origin” in the “most unexpected yet fortuitous way” … while trying not to puke.

So yeah, sheer cringe start to finish. Little did I know the worst discomfort was yet to come!

In perhaps the most on-brand grand gesture of the entire weekend, the groom rented out an entire boutique hotel for all out-of-town guests to stay at after the reception. That way we could all keep the party going nearby before he whisked his new bride off to parts unknown on their honeymoon the next day.

Ever the gracious host with a penchant for the spectacle, he let wedding guests draw for their room assignments out of an actual top hat. I somehow managed to get seated right next to his parents who, while cordial enough, knew me as the ex-best friend responsible for so much fractured history.

But wait, there’s more! Wouldn’t you know, the universe is supremely messed up because I ended up with the room directly underneath the newlywed suite. Yes … I spent their wedding night listening to a live-streamed porn broadcast courtesy of the paper-thin walls and floors.

Dolphin sounds didn’t even BEGIN to cover the unholy noises raining down from above around 2am. I’m talking full-on screams of unbridled passion echoing off the walls at maximum volume. Mind you, this woman had become infamous for over-enunciating their coitus for my benefit previously. Now it was a frighteningly real-life rendition that no noise-cancelling headphones could drown out.

I finally had to flee my room to the lobby. I ended up crashing on one of the lobby couches until an employee politely asked me to leave around 6am. Disheveled, disoriented, and officially diagnosed with PTSD from the sounds I cannot unhear.

So yeah … not exactly a therapeutic reunion that could have allowed my ex-friend and I to bury the hatchet. If anything, this wedding was one massive “screw you” that opened up all the same unresolved wounds. I need about 20 years of intensive therapy to move on.

I also need to find a new place to live because I can’t bear returning to that cursed apartment building.

u/chronicgossiper · 18h

Dude, I think you need to get some serious perspective here. Your ex-friend getting married and going on a honeymoon has absolutely zero to do with you. That level of self-centeredness is off the charts.

Why in the world would this guy plan an entire wedding — one of the biggest days of his life — around secretly tormenting you again over ancient history? That makes no sense. He invited you as a polite gesture after years apart, probably hoping to start burying the hatchet. The room assignments were random by your own admission.

As for the … “noises” … look, they were on their wedding night. Maybe overenthusiastic, but 100% to be expected between newlyweds. It’s not some psychological ploy, just poor planning on their part for thin walls. You’re projecting like crazy if you think that was directed at you specifically.

At a certain point, you have to realize the universe doesn’t actually revolve around your grudges or history with this person. They’ve clearly moved on to live their best life. It’s on you to stop obsessing over them and do the same.

Reply to u/chronicgossiper · 16h

I agree, this is just pure paranoia from OP. No newly wedded couple is sitting around thinking “how can we sneakily stick it to your ex-best friend during our wedding festivities?” That’s deranged thinking.

They invited you to be polite, you drew an unlucky room assignment near their suite, and then biology happened on their wedding night. Hilarious and awkward coincidence? Yes. Intricately designed fuck you from the bride and groom? Come on now, that’s giving them way too much credit.

u/NotBritneySpears · 13h

Maybe you all have a point, and I am still holding onto way too much resentment and baggage from our falling out. My intention wasn’t to imply they orchestrated an elaborate sting operation around their wedding. More just a general sense that the universe has a funny way of reminding me about them at highly inconvenient times over the years.

Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 12h

Even that line of thinking is incredibly self-centered though. Why would random coincidences or them just … living their lives be the “universe’s way of reminding you” about your failed friendship? That makes it sound like they should perpetually be walking on eggshells and avoiding certain life events just because you can’t get over the past.

Look, it sucks that things fell apart so badly between you two. But they have clearly moved on, as you should too. This obsessive framing of their marriage as some universal affront to you is … not healthy, my dude.

u/nosyandproud · 10h

The wedding itself sounds like it was in poor taste for sure, so I can certainly understand feeling aggravated and triggered being there as the scorned former friend.

That said … you’re borrowing A LOT of trouble by assuming any of their private wedding night activities were purposely being broadcast to you specifically. Projection level 1000 there.

At the end of the day, these people have built a whole entire life and future together now that quite literally has nothing to do with you anymore. You looking for “signs” that they’re still fixated on you is just self-involvement. For your own mental health, you have to let go of whatever happened and see them as background characters in the story of your life now.

u/realitychecker · 7h

OP, you need to take a step back and realize that the sheer logistics involved in purposely torturing you at their wedding are just not plausible. Do you really think they were like:

“Alright honey, for our wedding night I was thinking we should make sure your former friend gets the room directly below ours! That way when we really get after it, he’ll be able to hear every excruciating moan and body smacking sound in haunting detail! That’ll show him for being your friend a decade ago! Mwahaha!”

Come on, mate. That’s delusional cartoon villain level scheming you’re attributing to them. Occam's Razor — they just wanted to consummate their marriage in privacy and didn’t account for the thin hotel walls. The world doesn’t actually revolve around your history with this!

Reply to u/realitychecker · 5h

Lmaooo the idea of them sitting around strategizing the most psychological warfare possible on their wedding night is killing me. “Yes honey, we simply MUST reenact scenes from our noisiest adult films for your ex-best friend’s terrible pleasure!”

u/buildingbridges

OP, it seems like you really miss having your friend in your life if I’m reading between the lines here. Getting invested to this level over random coincidences at his wedding doesn’t come from a place of hatred, but hurt and longing for that bond again.

My advice? Use this weekend as a wake-up call to stop obsessing, reflect on whatever caused your rift, and decide if you want to properly reconnect. If not, you need to rip that band-aid off for good and stop torturing yourself over what will never be again. Or the walls between you two will just get thinner and thinner ...

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u/amateurdetective · 15h

I think these juicy Reddit posts actually interconnect … but I need your help cracking the code

I think I’ve stumbled onto something wild here and I need the Reddit hive mind to help me piece this tangled web together. Are you ready for some batshit conspiracy-level connecting of barely-there dots? Too bad, I’m going in anyway.

So, over the past few years, I kept seeing these extremely juicy, dramatically-written posts pop up every few months that seemed … oddly interconnected despite being in different subreddits.

Hear me out:

First there was the unhinged post in r/offmychest from a guy ranting about his former best friend’s obnoxious new girlfriend. Dude was griping about how this woman would loudly recount the smutty details of her sex life with the ex-friend whenever she was in his general vicinity, seemingly just to mess with the OP. We’re talking legitimately disturbing stuff about feeling “psychologically tortured” by her oversharing.

Fast forward a few months and I stumble across a wild post in r/relationships from the perspective of this same “obnoxious” girlfriend! Except her story painted a whole different, unhinged picture — she was hired on FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE by the former friend to literally move in and fake date him as part of an ongoing revenge plot against the OP from the first post. She rapidly develops legitimate feelings for the guy and it becomes a messy will-they-won’t-they romcom situation.

But THEN there was a follow-up post from the fake boyfriend’s side in r/AmITheAsshole about him realizing he caught feelings too before nearly blowing it, followed by another saga-capping update about them deciding to pursue a real relationship against all odds and absurdity.

Are you seeing the parallels here? These three posters each gave one side of an absolute dumpster fire of a convoluted love triangle situation that seemingly intersected. And based on the intricate backstories, my crackpot theory is they all emanated from the same formerly tight friend group that experienced a bitter falling out.

The insane attention to detail, literary flair, and geometry of it all almost had me utterly convinced these were all fictionalized creative writing exercises posted separately across Reddit … but building on the same unhinged storylines each step of the way.

I’m utterly obsessed with mapping this all out into one cohesive narrative now. My working theory is something like this:

Some guy hired an actress to pose as his fake GF and torment his former friend as revenge for some past betrayal

The two fake partners rapidly caught real feelings amid the ruse, he panics and nearly torpedoes it

Meanwhile, the ex-best friend is losing his mind overhearing the fake girlfriend’s loud performances and comes to Reddit for advice, not realizing it’s all a ploy

After a saga of miscommunication, the fake boyfriend comes clean and the couple decide to actually date for real

Capping things off, the former friend is forced to attend their wedding where he’s subjected to one final night of unholy noises

Does it all track? Or have I completely unraveled the conspiracy and stumbled onto a drastically personal set of circumstances being workshopped on Reddit? If so, that’s some ludicrously elaborate storytelling!

I need to know if I’m onto something here or completely off my rocker. If the former, I’ll burn every last calorie mapping out a master record of events across all the posts. If the latter … someone needs to drop their juicy fanfic writing prompts because these were WILDLY entertaining reads.

Help me connect these dots or point me towards any other potentially linked tales! This has been a public service aneurysm brought to you by pure boredom.

u/scepeticbynature · 14h

Wow, you’ve gone full Sherlock Holmes with this. I’m dying at how insanely detailed your working theory is in tying together these random Reddit posts into one cohesive narrative. This is either a brilliant piece of performance art … or you need your meds adjusted, my friend.

Reply to u/scepticbynature · 12h

Hahaha exactly! The amount of time and brain power OP has devoted to mapping this out is beyond obsessive. I don’t know whether to applaud the commitment to the bit or get them professional help.

u/amateurdetective · 10h

I’m sorry, did you actually read through the posts in question? The intersecting pieces of random, elaborate backstory between all three distinct voices is way too specific and layered for it to be an accidental alignment. There are unambiguous throughlines about:

A pair of feuding former childhood best friends

One hiring a woman off Facebook to pose as his fake GF and torment the other as revenge

Said fake relationship descending into a very real emotional entanglement for both parties

The eventual fallout of the ex-friend having to bear witnessing the real couple’s wedding and chaos that followed

Like that’s such a bizarrely specific plot keeping consistent across three different users’ lenses! So you’re either pointing out the artistry of someone doing an incredibly elaborate creative writing exercise across multiple subs … or these people are just leading unbelievably unhinged lives. And part of me hopes it’s the latter? It’s too batshit crazy not to be true!

Reply to u/amateurdetective · 9h

Or, and hear me out … it’s all an internal dialogue you’re having with your numerous Reddit personalities to work out your own unresolved relationship issues. We’re all just incredibly intricate fragments of your aching psyche!

u/opinionatedtruther · 7h

Lmao you are both nuts, but I have to side with OP on this one. The chances of these being all interconnected fabricated stories is way too perfect to be an accident. All the tiny threads and recurring backstories/character details woven between wildly different subreddit posts? That’s not a coincidence.

I could buy it maybe being some extended Reddit fanfic experiment between a couple of redditors seeing who can craft more engaging characters and drama while world-building off each other’s plot threads. Like a weird form of collabing through the confined lens of Reddit posts. It would be pretty genius if so.

But for it to be entirely real with all the coinciding details scattered across entirely unrelated posts like that? I’m sorry, but there’s just no way. That’s beyond the scope of believability for me. OP may be bungling the conspiracy, but they’re onto something for sure!

u/amateurdetective · 6h

THANK YOU, someone gets it! And to answer your other theory … while I can’t 100% rule out some sort of viral Reddit fanfic experiment, I struggle to believe even the most creative writers would be capable of improvising THAT intricately interconnected of a storyline stream-of-consciousness style like that.

Like each voice and perspective they inhabit remains remarkably consistent across such wildly different contexts (relationship drama, life events, ethical debates, and updates). It would take incredible skill to stay in the headspaces of these distinct individuals and keep their personalities/plot orbits from tangling into an incomprehensible mess. While possible, it seems incredibly unlikely.

That’s what has me believing there’s a remarkable kernel of stranger-than-fiction truth at the heart of this whole saga being teased out piece-by-piece. Or again … I’ve finally been gaslit into being a tin foil hatter of beautiful Reddit fantasies. Either way I’m here for it!

Reply to u/amateurdetective · 3h

All I have to say is please touch some grass and post to r/creativewriting instead 🙄

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in a better world, nico rosberg and lewis hamilton never get divorced and nico still retires after his one wdc and he still becomes a reporter and instead of the the awkward interview we got last year, we get thousands of brocedes interviews where they're being stupid together. lewis moves to ferrari and nico publicly quizzes him on his italian. nico interviews another driver and lewis is in the background making fun of nico. people make compilations of lewis and nico making each other laugh during interviews.

#i am struck with a vision so potent of lewis pulling nico into a hug in the middle of nico interviewing someone else #lewis winning a championship and nico and vivian are the first ones to spray him with champagne...#the amt of uncle lewis content we would've gotten with nico's kids #it would've been vivian‚ vivian's husband nico‚ and nico's homoerotic friendship lewis #they would've been terror together. reporter!nico and racer!lewis #AUUUGH WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL #god could you imagine teamlh and nico rosberg on the same side??? menaces for real #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #brocedes #f1

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coco-loco-nut · 17 days

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Book Club - Part Two

Pairing: Grid x Reader

Summary: the club gets new members

Requests are open!!! Masterlist

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“That was a great book suggestion, thanks Nando,” Valtteri says at the end of your discussion. You hear the door open and close then feel the couch dip beside you.

“Checo, finally joining us?” Lewis asks, an amused smile on his face.

“I am old,” the Mexican says, you look to the older guys to take over.

“Mate, what happened?” Daniel asks. sipping a coffee. He joined when the rest of the grid found out, at the same time as Lewis.

“I saw Yuki and Lando doing a weird dance,” Checo looks a little traumatized. You rest a comforting hand on his shoulder and hand him a Spanish version of Lewis’ choice for the week, The Book Thief.

“This official opens the Paddock tea portion of our morning,” you say to the group.

“Oh! Which one?” Valtteri asks Checo who gives a rough description of it. Naturally, Valtteri and Daniel attempt to do it, retraumatizing Cecho and traumatizing everyone else.

“I would like to bleach my memory of that. Anyone else?” Kevin asks, you all second it.

“Anyway, how is your relationship with Lance going?” Nico asks, changing the subject.

“I caught them making out like teenagers yesterday,” Fernando grins devilishly, excited to gossip.

“Fernando! You can’t say that in front of my Husband!” you are thoroughly embarrassed still at Fernando catching you.

“Eglė said you can have Nico,” Kevin laughs. Nico’s wife, Eglė is fond of the young girl, often designing outfits for her. The pair is endeared by your childhood crush on Nico.

“Finally,” you smile, the group laughing at the joke. “Lance and I are doing very well, I think he is thinking about proposing,” you say a little scandalously.

“No way!” Daniel gasps. A knock on the door pauses the conversation.

“I heard there is an old drivers club happening?” Sebastian Vettel’s voice fills the room as he enters, flanked by two others. You quickly recognize Kimi and Nico Rosberg, an odd grouping that you brush off.

“Fernando, why is there a girl half your age here?” Kimi asks, not recognizing you out of your usual race attire. You are a little star struck, having looked up to Kimi as a young driver.

“I knew you got around, but damn Fernando,” Nico Rosberg says, you can’t help but to both blush and laugh.

“Guys, that’s literally Y/n Y/l/n, the driver,” Seb says, shaking his head.

“Oh, my bad, sorry Y/n,” Nico R says but all you can do is laugh.

“No, no, that’s okay, I needed a good laugh,” you wave the comment off as the older guys sit down.

“Any gossip on the retired part of the grid?” Valtteri asks, putting away the book on his lap.

“Gossip? What kind of club is this?” Kimi asks, a little confused.

“A book club,” your group responds in almost perfect unison.

“Oh! Have you read The Great Gatsby? I love that book,” Sebastian asks.

“We did! I also love the book,” you eagerly tell Seb. You check out a little when Nico R talks about Indycar and the other former F1 drivers that ended up there.

“He did what?” Lewis asks, bringing you back into the present, where they were talking about a retired driver.

“Alright, I need a new coffee,” you grunt a little as you stretch out of your sitting position. You feel a presence behind you as you use Haas’ shitty coffee machine. Your silently pray it isn’t your trainer here to kill you for having two cups.

“You ok?” Kimi asks, worried they made the girl uncomfortable.

“Yeah, just not used to being in the same room as my childhood idols,” you admit.

“And crushes? I was definitely your favorite,” Kimi uncharacteristically teases. You shyly nod and take a sip of the hot coffee.

“Do you have a mentor? I will teach you the Iceman ways,” Kimi says, he watches the race and sees your potential, plus he respects that you are voluntarily hanging with the older racers, learning from them. He shares some tips as they walk back to the room.

“Kimi, quit hogging our girl,” Daniel says, clearly having some sort of gossip update to share.

“It’s not my fault none of you offered to mentor her already,” Kimi grumbles, sitting beside Seb.

“Ugh, I have media. I’ll see you all later,” you groan, heading back to your motorhome to change.

“You’ve rubbed off on her already,” Lewis tells Kimi, laughing.

“Y/n, there have been rumors about a paddock book club that you started, can you comment?” a reporter asks as you sit on a couch beside George and Logan.

“No comment,” you say with a little smile, not wanting to answer anything not racing related.

“There is, I wasn’t invited. It’s her and a lot of the older drivers,” George says, and Logan tags in.

“She’s gets tired of us and decided that the older Paddock members were more enjoyable. I don’t blame her, that’s a lot of wisdom being shared,” Logan says, grinning at you.

“You are pretty new to F1, joining late last season. Has anyone offered to mentor you?” another reporter follows up the first question.

“Yes, just today actually. Thanks Kimi,” you say. “My driving is good enough anyway, I could beat George blindfolded. In fact, that’s why you aren’t allowed to join,” you roast George who seems to be holding back a laugh. Logan, however, doesn’t care and laughs for you.

“I don’t want to join anymore. Guys, if you are watching, take back what you have created. You all have rubbed off on her too much,” George lied a little, he’s still gonna try to join.

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 grid x reader #the grid x reader #f1 grid #formula one grid #checo perez #valtteri bottas #nico hulkenberg #nico rosberg #sebastian vettel #kevin magnussen #lewis hamilton #george russell #logan sargeant #daniel ricciardo

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prettyfastcars · 4 months

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F1 Masterlist

as sweet as blood-red jam | Mob!Lando

cry, little girl | Lewis

he has me by my heart | Mob!Lando

thunderstorms | Lewis

so many signs | Lewis x Nico

you're wrong but you're so much fun | Lewis

dangerous, tainted, and flawed | Dark!Mob!Lando

skin and bones | Lewis x Reader

Stepbrother!Lewis x Reader mini series

Rumours about you | Mob!Lando

darkest little paradise | Mob!Lewis

triggered | Mob!Lando

owned | Mob!Lando

owned part 2 | Mob!Lando

i've got my eye on you | Mob!Oscar

hiding all of our sins | Mob!Lewis

the way you bend, the way you break | Mob!Lando

the way you bend, the way you break (part 2)| Mob!Lando

#f1 fic #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton #lando norris #nico rosberg #f1 smut #f1 imagines #f1 x you #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #oscar piastri

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jackhues · 12 days

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YOU'RE NOT MY FAVOURITE - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART SIX ]

in which y/n hamilton is trying to fight the menace allegations (japan24)

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y/nhamilton

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y/nhamilton: last week at a glance

pinned y/nhamilton: guys nico is fine, he told me himself. -> user: but did he lie to you? -> y/nhamilton: he wouldn't dare

user: omgg the cherry blossoms are so pretty

user: who'd you go bumper cars with? -> y/nhamilton: mick, george, logan, and oscar!

carlossainz55: 🌻🌻 -> y/nhamilton: 🌼🌼

maxverstappen1: no podium pics? this is the second time. i'd like to file a complaint -> y/nhamilton: hello mr. verstappen. to file a complaint, we have a procedure. step one: create a written statement declaring sir lewis hamilton as the 2021 world champion and forsake that title. we will be in contact with you after completion of that step -> user: oh my god girl, get over it. max won fair and square -> maxverstappen1: get off of her page. you're not going to get involved in something that is clearly a joke, something that's been going on for years, and that we're both okay with. -> y/nhamilton: go off mad max

charles_leclerc: hey i was dotd! why am i not up there? -> y/nhamilton: sharl, do you see a single face up there? this is a faceless post -> charlec_leclerc: i'd like to file a complaint -> y/nhamilton: your complaint is noted, balled up, and thrown into the trash -> charles_leclerc: @/lewishamilton your little menace is bullying me again -> lewishamilton: i warned all of you. no one listened to me -> pierregasly: seb said you were exaggerating -> sebastianvettel: is it bad that i wanted my pseudo child to make friends? -> y/nhamilton: why are you all talking about me like i'm some menace who's sole purpose is to wreak havoc? -> charles_leclerc: you are -> pierregasly: you are -> alex_albon: you are -> oscarpiastri: you are -> y/nhamilton: you're all pricks. this is why logan and max are my favs -> logansargeant: thanks broski -> landonorris: HEY! I'M NOT BULLYING YOU -> y/nhamilton: you're also not giving my bracelet back -> landonorris: ... fair

user: love when there's driver lore in the comments

user: oh what i'd give to be y/n hamilton

olliebearman: side eying the mercedes gear slide -> y/nhamilton: my dad still drives for them!! -> olliebearman: mhm okay... -> kimi.antonelli: you should be side eyeing the ferrari car slide -> y/nhamilton: CARLOS PHOTOBOMBED ME! NOT MY FAULT

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its-avalon-08 · 19 days

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masterlist

welcome my loves! this is your official home for everything f1! navigate and find all your favorite driver series! remember requests are open! no hate on any drivers will be tolerated! have fun and enjoy reading <3

navigate my blog here!

lewis hamilton (lh44)

hearts intertwined (lewis hamilton x driver!rosberg!sister series!!!)

blurb

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

part 10

part 11

part 12

.... many more

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lando norris (ln4)

end of beginning (lando norris x driver!reader series!!!! tropes - enemies to lovers <3)

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

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charles leclerc (cl16)

look at me differently (charles leclerc x driver!reader!!!! tropes - enemies to lovers <3)

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

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max verstappen (mv1)

we could have had it all (max verstappen x driver!reader!! tropes - enemies to lovers <3) (this series is from my second blog)

part 1

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part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

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somewhere in the crowd there's you (gr63)

my angel, my haven (ln4)

glitter and lucky socks (cs55)

she's my grump (dr3)

world apart yet we fit (kr7)

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toxic fanbases

love and kindness (please read this !)

hamilton move

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ef-1 · 11 months

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The stutter. The escape. Surreal

#jesus just watching it felt unreal #imagine experiencing it #f1 #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #spanish gp 2023

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lipringlrh · 28 days

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if anyone has a race by race breakdown or major event breakdown of brocedes PLEASE send it my way xxx

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mynicosensesaretingling · 5 months

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Lost in the moment (part 2)

Nico Rosberg x fem!reader

Summary: After their friendship ended unexpectedly, Nico and (Y/N) continued their lives on different paths, but what happens when they meet again? (part 2 of 2)

Warnings: Once again a little angst, female reader

Note: I was honestly surprised how well the first part of this fic was received. Thank you all so much for your feedback!

(part 2 of 2)

Find part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/mynicosensesaretingling/733720166569033728/lost-in-the-moment-part-1?source=share

Hope you enjoy <3

The years that followed were a relentless storm for both Nico and (Y/N), each navigating their separate paths with the ghost of their past lingering.

Nico’s championship victory and the soon-following retirement propelled him into the dazzling spotlight of Formula 1, becoming a charismatic figure both on and off the race track.

However, the memory of that final race continued to linger in the back of his mind, a bittersweet victory tainted by the absence of someone he had considered a confidante. Someone he had loved. Of course, he had seen the notifications of her calls once the celebrations had stopped. But whereas at first, he didn’t call her back simply out of spite and having been hurt, the more time went by, the more he feared actually hearing her speak his suspicions of having been betrayed into existence.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) on the other hand, had to face the daunting task of fighting her way back into the world of reporting. Having lost her job at Countdown Magazine , the young woman found herself feeling lost in the working world. The void left by Formula 1 was a constant ache, a reminder of the dreams she once had to forfeit and the pain of not having been there for Nico during his triumphant moment was an emotional wound that refused to heal, casting a lingering shadow on her achievements. However, she found that her luck hadn't completely run out, for after a few unsuccessful jobs, she was offered a position as a reporter for a small, upcoming motorsport journal called The Racing Project.

Although over the years both Nico and (Y/N) followed a similar career path, their paths did not actually cross until the much-anticipated Las Vegas Grand Prix.

The stage was set, the racetrack buzzing with fervour, as Nico stood filming a live segment in the paddock, delivering his commentary with practised ease. The cameras captured every word he spoke, but his mind was elsewhere. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes unexpectedly fell upon a familiar figure- (Y/N).

Time seemed to halt, the cacophony of the racing world drowned by a flood of memories and emotions. Nico’s heart quickened its pace, a turbulent storm surging within him. The very sight of his former friend, after all these years, sent his thoughts spiralling into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

The ex-racer stumbled over his words, a subtle tremor in his voice betraying the storm of emotions raging inside him. “And…and as we witness this….um, remarkable race unfolding before us,” he managed to continue, though the words suddenly felt foreign on his tongue.

Nico couldn’t tear his gaze from (Y/N)’s form, caught between the past and present. The weight of their shared history bore down on him, each moment they had shared flashing through his mind like a movie reel. His eyes conveyed a mixture of surprise, longing and a hint of regret for the years of silence, that had separated them.

The subtle changes in Nico’s demeanour didn’t go unnoticed by the camera and crew. His usual composed demeanour wavered, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability surfacing in his eyes. The inner conflict that churned within him was evident to those who knew him well, a battle between the duties of the present and the ghosts of the past.

As the blond shrugged to maintain his composure, the words of the commentary became a blur as the realization that (Y/N) was back in his life hit him. He tried to regain his focus, attempting to steer the commentary back on track, but the presence of (Y/N) in the crowd continued to pull at the threads of his composure.

It wasn’t until the segment was finally finished, that Jenson, who had moderated the segment along with Nico and was well aware of the history between him and the female reporter, leaned in and whispered, “I didn't know that (Y/N) is working as a Formula 1 reporter again after her sudden release just before your championship race.”

Jenson’s statement led revelation to hit Nico like a tidal wave. The pieces of the puzzle all of sudden fell into place, and the weight of misunderstanding and regret bore down on him. “Excuse me.” Nico stuttered out, freeing himself of the broadcasting equipment before hurriedly plunging into the bustling crowd, determined to confront the past.

Rushing past crew members and paddock guests, his blue eyes scanned the crowd with restlessness before finally landing on the all-too-familiar shape of (Y/N).

“(Y/n),“ he called out, his voice carrying the echoes of years of silence.

Upon hearing his voice call out to her, the woman turned, eyes widening in surprise, before narrowing again in anger. The air around them was suddenly buzzing with the electricity of unspoken words and unresolved feelings. “Nico,” she replied coldly, her voice betraying a simmering anger beneath the surface.

Nico took a cautious step closer, the atmosphere fraught with tension. “I…I didn’t know. I thought you used me for stories. I didn’t know what happened that day.” his words came out rushed, as he struggled to keep up with his own thoughts. Lifting her chin, (Y/N) crossed her arms, a defensive gesture as she glared at him. “Well, glad you’ve figured it out by now.” her voice cut through the noise of the racetrack. “I lost my job, Nico. I lost everything I had worked for, and you didn’t even bother to hear me out. You think an apology fixes this?”

Nico reached for (Y/N)’s hand, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness. “My mind was too clouded by the fact that you weren’t by my side during my victory, to be able to think rationally. I should have known.” he tried to explain himself, voice haunted by the regret of misplaced assumptions.

(Y/N) pulled her hand away from his grasp, a scoff escaping her lips. “Known? I would’ve never expected you to just know. But you should have asked, Nico. You didn’t give me a single chance to explain myself. Instead, you just disappeared.” with the last word, she jabbed an angry finger at his chest.

Nico opened his mouth to respond, but (Y/N) cut him off “ You don’t get to just waltz back into my life after all these years and expect everything to be okay. You have no idea what it was like for me, losing my job and feeling abandoned by my best friend.”

The man’s face fell, the reality of the pain he had caused written across his features. “(Y/N),please. I didn’t know the truth, and I-”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice sharp.”You didn’t bother to find out. You just assumed the worst, and I won’t just forget that.”

The tension between them was palpable as they stood there, the racetrack humming with the distant roar of engines. Whereas (Y/N)’s eyes held a mixture of anger and hurt, Nico felt the weight of his past choices pressing down on him. The heavy silence between them was once again interrupted by her voice, the anger now morphed into frustration. “You made your choice back then.” She sounded defeated. Nico struggled to find the right words, his chest tight with regret. “I messed up. I should have trusted you, and I’m sorry.”

Unwilling to meet his gaze, (Y/N) turned away. “Sorry doesn’t erase the past, Nico. I don’t need your apologies now, I got work to do.”

The gravity of her words hung heavily between them.Once determined to seek reconciliation, Nico faced the consequences of his assumptions.The racetrack, witness to their shared highs and lows, now became a battleground for a different kind of race- a race against time to repair the fractured bond between them. As they lingered in the charged silence, a new layer of tension emerged. The unspoken truth of feelings that had never found a voice in the past now hovered between them. They had danced around something more profound than friendship, an undercurrent of emotions that had remained buried.

Deciding to try a different approach, Nico’s tone softened. “Remember that night when I waited for you in the pouring rain?”

As she turned back around to him (Y/N)’s eyes flickered with curiosity, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her defensive stance. “What?”

Nico’s eyes nervously searched hers, an unsure, almost shy smile on his lips. “I stole that umbrella from Toto and to this day I am unsure of whether I was more nervous about waiting for you or the possibility of Toto finding out I was the reason he got drenched to the bone.”

A breathless chuckle broke through her frown, the sound like music to Nico’s ears. “You stole an umbrella from your boss, just so you could go on a walk with me?” her voice was laced with amusement and disbelief. “Mhm,” he hummed in response, his smile widening into a grin, blue eyes sparkling as he thought back to that very evening. “I actually hid around a corner for like 10 minutes, because I could hear how on edge he was, asking crew members about where his umbrella went.” A genuine laugh escaped (Y/N) at that, eyes glistening as she was hit by a wave of nostalgia. There was another moment of silence between the pair, although this time it felt more intimate.

“You know that when it came to us it was never about the job right?” her voice was barely louder than a whisper and if Nico hadn’t already been paying such close attention to her, he would have surely missed it.

His eyes bore into (Y/N)’s, the weight of her words sinking in. The revelation hung in the air, an unspoken truth that had shaped their past interactions. With her vulnerability laid bare, (Y/N) waited for Nico’s response, the air heavy with anticipation. In that moment the racetrack seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them suspended in an emotional crossfire.

Nico, grappling with the unexpected confession, searched her eyes for clarity. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt. Their unspoken connection had always transcended the confines of a professional relationship, a truth buried beneath the surface of camaraderie and shared passion for Formula 1.

Studying his face, (Y/N) could watch as a myriad of emotions played across Nico’s face- surprise, regret and a hint of realization.

“(Y/N)”, he murmured, his voice tinged with astonishment and understanding, as his brain struggled to find the right words.

The woman’s gaze wavered, and she nodded, a mixture of sadness and acceptance in her eyes. “You were so focused on the rivalry and the championship, that I didn’t want to complicate things. I thought, maybe one day…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken “one day” hanging in the air.

Nico’s mind raced, grappling with the weight of missed opportunities and the realization of their connection has been far more profound than he had ever comprehended. “I had no idea. If I had known, I would have-” She cut him off, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “It’s in the past Nico. We can’t change it now.” Shaking his head, the blond reached out, tentatively taking (Y/N)’s hand and this time she allowed their fingers to intertwine, a silent acknowledgement of the emotions that had lingered, unspoken for years. “(Y/N), I wish I had known. I wish I had seen it then.” She met his gaze, the raw honesty of the moment reflected in her eyes. “We were caught in the whirlwind of the Silver War, and I didn’t want to be another distraction.”

Nico’s thumb gently traced circles on the back of her hand, as his gaze locked onto hers. “You were never a distraction, (Y/N).” Nico’s voice was stern. “If anything, you were the constant that I failed to appreciate.”

As they found themselves standing at the crossroads of what could have been and what might still be, their hands lingered together, a silent testament to the depth of their connection. The unspoken feelings that had been tucked away for years now demanded recognition, weaving an intricate tapestry of emotions.

Nico took a step closer, his heart pounding with a mixture of uncertainty and hope. “Do you think we could start over…try to make up for the time we lost?”

(Y/N) looked up at him, eyes meeting his, and he thought to see a flicker of hope in their depths. “Nico-” she sighed clearly conflicted “It’s not that simple. We’ve both changed.”

He nodded a sense of gentleness in his understanding gaze. “I know, but what if we explore what we have now?” he leaned in a little closer, hand reaching up to gingerly cradle her cheek. “Let’s start from here, from this moment. Forget the misunderstandings, the lost chances and see where this takes us.”

The warmth and sheer softness of his touch seemingly eased the mental conflict within (Y/N)’s mind and a tentative smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Will you steal another umbrella from Toto?” her question was accompanied by a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

The suddenness of her request made Nico knit his brows in confusion. Taking a second to process the question, this time it was him, who laughed in disbelief.

"Yes.” he chuckled, thumb tracing her cheekbone, loving eyes studying her face as to memorise every single feature. “I'd happily steal yet another one of Toto's umbrellas for you." Underneath his gentle touch, Nico could feel her timid smile grow into a cheeky grin. "Well, then I am happily willing to give us a second chance."

As they stood there, enveloped in each other’s presence, the soft glow of the racetrack’s lights painted their faces in a warm hue, mirroring the warmth that radiated between them. “I never thought I’d feel this way again,” Nico admitted, gaze still fixed on (Y/N) as if she held the answers to questions he’d never dared to ask.

“I’ve missed this” he muttered softly “Talking to you, being here, it feels like coming home.” (Y/N) felt the words dancing on the tip of her tongue but unable to escape. Her heart fluttered as she realized there were no words adequate to convey how she felt. With a quiet resolve, she slowly leaned in, breath mingling with his. Nico’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before softening, understanding dawning upon him. Time seemed to pause as her lips met his in a tender, feather-light kiss. It was a silent confession and a promise for the future.

Drawing back, a rosy hue dusted (Y/N)’s cheeks and if her heart hadn’t already been racing before, it certainly was now upon seeing the lovesick smile on Nico's face.

“Welcome home, Nico.”

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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Heyy! Before you read my request I just wanted to tell you that your writing is LEGIT AMAZING and you deserve all the followers and love. (Also i hope the following is clear enough to understand♡♡)

Prompit list:

Stay with me tonight

Scene:

15. Wanting to spend each second with each other, soaking in the feel of each other's presence

Dialogue:

16."I'd do anything for you."

Prompit list:

cozy and content -prompts for your otp cuddling in bed

Playing with their hair and "your hair smells nice..."

With Nico Rosberg

A/N: Nicooooooo I'm so happy with this request because it's fluffy and also the first time I'm writing for him

"I have to go home, Nico." Your boyfriend puffs out his cheeks, pouting at your words. "Noooo, stay please." Making his eyes wide you stare at him. You really do want to stay the night, not wanting to leave him.

He can see the hesitation on your face and smirks. "You know you want to stay." Huffing you let him pull you back down. Getting adjusted on the bed his head lays on your chest, snuggled in tight to you. "Well when you pout like that, I'd do anything for you." Nico chuckles at your words, he knew that pouting would work.

The two of you watch the stupid dating show, just enjoying each other's comfort and silence. You can't help but start to play with Nico's hair. You've always loved this blonde locks, hell when you two shower together you love to wash it.

Nico sighs, leaning into your hand. The soft tugs and scratches has him drifting off, but your words have him waking up again. "Your hair is always so soft, and your hair smells nice." Turning his head he smiles as you.

"I used your shampoo." Snorting you laugh seeing his cheeky smile, laying his head back down. "Such a dork." "Yes, but I'm your dork. Forever."

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vettelsvee · 7 days

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i wanna write a nico rosberg fic sooooooo bad someone send help

#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #nico rosberg #nr6 #rosberg #nico rosberg x reader

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introspectivememories · 2 months

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nah because crofty is genuinely insane because why would you say that about your coworker???? and to his face??? "this man knows lewis hamilton. friends, teammates, childhood buddies, rivals, everything but a lover." hello???? why are you saying that to nico rosberg's face???? why are you, as the lead f1 commentator, writing fanfiction about your coworker???? about him and his ex???? and also, what an insane thing to say about someone else's relationship!!! "everything but a lover"... just show them having gay sex onscreen, it would be less intimate than whatever the hell you just said.

#it's been almost 3 years since that happened and yet i still rotate that moment in my head like a rotisserie chicken #'everything but a lover'.... what a terribly intimate thing to say about another person #like isn't that more romantic than actually being someone's partner??? they are everything to you but a romantic interest #wow... they are your friend your brother the little butterflies in your stomach... everything and anything but a lover #because like you can live without a lover but can you live without the tender smile your friend gives you when something good happens?#can you live without the hugs and the shared podiums and the shared dreams and greece?#also imagine lewis coming home and eciding to watch a recap of the race and then crofty just says this... like what the fuck do you even sa #i just /know/ that the industry is scheming to bring them back together again bc what else could this have been?#david croft #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #brocedes #f1

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blorbocedes · 11 months

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both of those cunty blondes karted together as kids then were drivers for Williams... and then toto wolff (a decade+ older than both, and at the time 2006 a major F1 investor who sat on Williams' board) married one of them 💀

#we let toto get away with too many crimes because of pretty privilege #like imagine ur boss. a decade older than u. married your classmate 🥴 AND HE USED TO BE HER BOSS #nico rosberg #susie wolff #toto wolff

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prettyfastcars · 5 months

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So Many Signs | Lewis x Nico

Summary: Sometimes regular elevator rides can lead to unexpected evenings.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff

That damn elevator.

Lewis greeted some of the staff members on his way to the shiny metal doors. All he wanted to do was get to his penthouse, get a drink and get in bed. His day had been filled with meetings, phone calls, more meetings, more phone calls.

As he waited for the elevator, he felt a familiar pinch in his chest. It was very subtle, and he almost ignored it. Until the elevator doors parted and he met a pair of familiar eyes. That pinch in his chest was too prominent to ignore now.

Lewis hesitated only a second before he stepped inside the metal box. There was Nico, dressed in a full, tailored black suit for some reason. He looked like a magazine model. Blond hair styled perfectly. Right hand in his pocket, left hand holding his phone. His thumb hovering over the screen like he’d been typing but stopped when he saw Lewis.

They both stared at each other for a fraction of a second. Lewis then went in, and stood beside Nico.

“Hey,” Lewis said, casually. He hoped Nico would pretend not to hear and keep quiet, but the latter always heard. And always responded.

“Hey,” Nico said.

This scene had occurred too many times now. Too many times had Lewis called the elevator only to find his ex best friend inside already. Too many times had they both had to suffer in silence inside the metal box until they each got out at their respective floors.

And each time, it was just as tense as the first time. That damn awkward silence.

Fuck, Lewis thought, why today? Why right now? As if he didn’t have a hard enough day already. Now this? This awkward silence felt heavy and painful.

Soon, the enclosed space was filled with both of their colognes. It smelt expensive and divine. Somehow, Nico always smelt familiar. No matter the day, no matter the time. There was something comforting in his scent, even now.

“Rough day?” Nico asked, surprising Lewis only a little bit.

Normally after a simple ‘Hey’ from both men, the elevator rides were quiet. But Nico was in a chatty mood it seemed. Lewis nodded.

“Yeah,” Lewis sighed, “It’s like the moment I cross something off my to-do list, twice as many things just appear on the list. Like cutting the head of Hydra or some shit.”

The men shared a laugh. Nico’s laugh remained the same, like when he was a boy. A wave of nostalgia so strong hit Lewis that he felt he was losing his balance. But it was just Nico’s laugh. His scent. His voice.

For a second, Lewis wondered what it would be like if they were still friends. What if Nico had retired purely just because, and not because of the rivalry that tore them apart? Would they share easier laughs? Would Lewis then have a friend to whom he could rant about his day to? Would it be like this? Except forever?

Lewis wasn’t so tense anymore as he turned his head to look at Nico. Lewis immediately frowned as he looked at who was once his best friend in the entire world. “What happened?” He asked before he could stop himself.

Nico looked so sad that Lewis asked the question before he even processed it properly. Usually the blond stood proud and tall, slightly arrogant looking. But now, he looked so distraught. It was not too visible, but as someone who once knew how to read Nico like a book, Lewis caught it immediately.

Nico turned to look at Lewis, a little surprised that the latter could figure out something was wrong just by looking at him.

Whenever they saw each other, Nico always wanted to be cold and be as distant as possible. But then whenever Lewis was close by, Nico just couldn’t be cold. There Lewis was, standing there in his loose t-shirt, and baggy pants. Braids tied into a little ponytail. Chains around his neck, rings on his fingers, tattoos all over his skin… and his pretty brown eyes. Eyes so familiar that Nico sometimes forced himself to look away.

Sometimes Nico wondered, when he looked at Lewis, what it would be like if they were still friends. Would Lewis make fun of Nico’s clothes, and tease him for what he wore? Would Lewis be the one Nico calls if he ever needed advice on something? Nico was not quite as adventurous or an adrenaline junkie as Lewis was, but he wondered if things would be different if they were still friends? Would Lewis manage to convince him to jump out of a plane together?

He felt the wire around his heart tighten a little more as he met Lewis’ eyes. ‘What happened?’ Lewis had asked.

“Nothing,” Nico lied, “Just tired. Dinner party I went to was exhausting.” He could’ve stopped there, but he felt like sharing, pretending that he was sharing stuff with Lewis who is still his best friend, “You know how pretentious people can be? Fake smiles and fake concerns. Asking you about work and what you did during the weekend like they care.” Nico chuckled.

Lewis smiled faintly. He was quiet for a second or two, then said, “We used to make fun of people like that, remember?”

Nico felt his hand shake. He hid it by clenching his phone harder than necessary. Of course he remembered.

Suddenly Nico flashed back to dinner parties and other events he attended with Lewis. He never looked forward to those things, he even hated them at times. But it was okay, because Lewis was beside him all the time. If Lewis was there, all was okay. Boring dinners, boring conversations, fake smiles… back then everything was tolerable when Lewis was beside him.

But now Lewis wasn’t with him. For almost a decade now, Nico had to face those things alone. And a sudden wave of anger washed over him. It went away as quickly as it came, but it lingered for long enough for Nico to mutter bitterly, “Oh I remember.”

Lewis looked away immediately, breaking eye contact first. Nico knew exactly why. Because Lewis remembered too.

Nico knew that they were both thinking about those nights. Dinners, lavish parties, pretty women, shallow conversations, the fame, the glamour… and yet in every room, they searched for each other’s eyes.

Then there were the moments that only happened in the dark at or after those parties and events. The moments that were somehow always the alcohol’s fault. The moments that were never talked about when the sun came up in the morning. The moments that were magically forgotten in the paddock. Moments that were never mentioned.

Soft lips that tasted like whiskey and rum. Eager hands, often shaky. Messy, wet kisses. Always having to be careful not to leave marks behind on each other’s skin. Fingers messing up each other’s hair. Whispered words in the dark, pleading each other to be quiet, and how they’d be in trouble if caught.

Lewis felt Nico’s stare burning the side of his face. There was an unspoken accusation in that stare. There was anger, and hurt. But mostly accusations. How could you leave me? I’m miserable without you and it’s your fault.

Lewis wanted to scream at him back. It wasn’t just my fault. I’m miserable without you too, I lost you too.

Then Lewis found himself speaking before he could process it again, “Do you want to come to my place for a drink?”

Nico had never been up there. It’s crazy to think that if they were still friends, living in the same building would mean they would often hang out together. Maybe Nico would have a favourite spot on Lewis’ couch, and vice versa. Maybe they would leave and forget their things behind at each other’s place, and that would be okay.

Those thoughts, along with a sudden yearning for what could have been made Nico say yes. “Sure.”

–

“Nice place,” Nico commented as he walked through Lewis’ foyer and into the living room. He didn’t know what else to say, the penthouse looked like only Lewis could live there.

Clever art pieces. Colourful decor. Everything was well thought out. Every single detail.

“Thanks,” Lewis said as he walked over to the bar on the other side of the space. Nico followed.

As he sat on one of the bar stools, Nico said, “I’m assuming half of this place is just your closet.” He wanted to see if there was room for jokes and teasing between them. He just wanted a sign from Lewis, a greenlight, anything.

“Shut up, man.” Lewis laughed, openly this time. The kind of laugh Nico had only seen and heard in videos of Lewis, never in real life, not in a decade at least. Nico took that as a sign.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt as he watched Lewis make two drinks. Nico expected Lewis to show off his own brand of agave spirit, but instead found Lewis pouring whiskey over ice. So he asked, “No Almave?” It sounded way more cocky than he intended it to.

Lewis turned to give Nico a sassy look, they both chuckled as Lewis shook his head and said, “I think we both could use some alcohol.”

Nico couldn’t help the scoff. Lewis caught it, but didn’t comment on it.

Nico murmured a thanks as Lewis slid a whiskey glass towards him across the counter. Lewis remained on the other side, as if needing that barrier between him and his once best friend.

He opened his mouth to ask something, but then he noticed something on Nico’s hand. Or lack of something rather. No wedding ring. He wasn’t gonna ask about it, but Nico caught him looking as well.

“I, uh, took it off for a while.” He said. He was going to say that he sent it to a jeweller to get it cleaned but decided not to lie. “Viv and I… We’ve been having problems.” He grimaced as he said it, almost regretting it. Lewis wasn’t his friend, why open up to him? He shouldn’t trauma dump, he had no right. Not anymore.

Nico thought he should leave, but then Lewis asked in a lowered voice, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Nico chuckled humorlessly, “I shouldn’t.” He said, then looked up to meet Lewis’ kind, big brown eyes. Eyes like that should be illegal. They made you want to melt. Warm, caring, everything Lewis hadn’t been during those years that broke them apart. And now Lewis was looking at him like Nico was a wounded animal he wanted to care for.

How dare he? Nico couldn’t help but frown. His emotions were all over the place and Nico wanted to blame Lewis for it all. Even though he probably shouldn’t.

Lewis was quiet, then asked, “Where are the girls?”

To which Nico replied, “With their mom. We decided to spend some time apart and see where that takes us. The girls are our main priority right now.”

Lewis nodded. He understood, to some extent. He himself had never been in situations like these. His last real relationship had been so long ago he could barely remember what it was like. All he knew was that Nico seemed so sad. Like he was already mourning a relationship that wasn’t over yet.

He had seen that look on Nico’s face before. During those years which put their friendship to the test. Nico, now that Lewis thought, always knew their friendship wouldn’t last. Lewis often thought about those years, and it seemed that Nico had mourned the loss of their bond even before it snapped. He walked around with this same look on his face even back then.

How dare he? Lewis thought, suddenly feeling the need to demand answers. How dare he not fight for them back then? Why did he give up on them like he is now?

“I’m sorry, man.” Lewis said, truthfully. “I hope you both work things out.”

Nico shrugged, taking another sip of his drink and trying his hardest not to stare at Lewis’ tattooed hands on the counter. He always did have nice hands, but lately as he’s aged, his hands somehow look just as mature, hard-working, and elegant as Lewis himself.

“That’s easier said than done.” Nico said, as he looked back into Lewis’ eyes.

That damn look. Lewis tried very hard to ignore that accusatory look in Nico’s eyes. Suddenly he thought that maybe inviting him here was a mistake. Was it? Lewis noted a few things about Nico. The smile lines, the crinkles by his eyes, the tired look in his eyes, but fuck that hurt and anger in his stare couldn’t be ignored.

It wasn’t fair of Nico to look at him like this. So Lewis, despite knowing it was wrong, found himself saying, “It will be if you don’t give up like you did in the past.”

Oh, the silence which followed was unlike anything either man had ever experienced. This was it. This was the moment that would determine the future of whatever kept them bound together. If Nico stood up and walked out of here, Lewis thought, he would never speak to him again. If Nico stayed and argued, it would be ugly. But Nico was quiet, a faint smirk on his face. That familiar, handsome face.

A chuckle left Nico’s mouth before he asked, “Are we going to pretend like it was my fault, like you didn’t give up on us?”

So direct, it made Lewis chuckle. “It’s been almost a decade. I think we should probably stop accusing each other.” It also made his heart race. This subject hadn’t been discussed, ever. They never had a conversation about it in the past years.

Guess they were having it now.

Nico nodded slowly, “This is what you do, isn’t it?” He asked, his tone bitter and cold. “You run.” He accused. “From everything.”

Lewis placed his glass down on the counter. He took his time in formulating an answer. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin what is already ruined even more. But by the time he even opened his mouth, Nico stood up and shook his head at him.

“This was a mistake,” Nico said, Lewis rolled his eyes at him. “I never should’ve come here.” Nico started walking towards the foyer again.

Lewis walked around the counter and grabbed his elbow to stop him. He always hated being the shorter one of the two, just by a few centimetres, but he hated it still. “Who’s fucking running now, huh?” Lewis refused to let go until Nico had turned to face him completely.

Nico was quiet, he just stared.

“I thought we could talk like adults,” Lewis explained. “But it’s good to know you’re still holding on to things that no longer matter. Real mature. It’s good to see that you think I’m still the villain in your story or whatever.” Lewis shook his head, muttering quietly, “So dramatic,” under his breath.

“Oh really?” Nico was pissed now. “You think it no longer matters?”

Lewis was quiet for a while, then said, “I’m trying here, alright? I know we can’t go back to how it used to be but I thought maybe we could start on a fresh page.”

“We could,” Nico said, and added, “If you admit that you were wrong–,”

Lewis cut him off with an exasperated sigh, “There we go, classic Nico blaming me for shit I didn’t do.”

“What do you mean shit you didn’t do? We were both there,” Nico explained, “We both know what happened. Now if you want to pretend that it–,”

Lewis cut him off again. “We were best friends,” He said, raising his voice a little, “And then–,”

Nico cut him off this time, anger taking over as he raised his voice as well. “We were more than that and you know it! And I’m so sick of you pretending we weren’t!”

Lewis froze for only one second. After that, he grabbed Nico by the collars and pinned him to the nearest wall. A framed artwork even fell off but neither of them cared. Nico was momentarily surprised at Lewis’ strength, given he himself was pretty strong.

But Lewis barely gave him enough time to think and he pressed his lips to Nico’s. Time stopped.

Nico tasted like the expensive whiskey he’d just had. Lewis instinctively groaned at the taste of his mouth.

Nico froze initially, the taste of Lewis’ lips made his brain malfunction for a short while. But then he kissed him back almost angrily. Just like that, the memories of when they were young men came flooding in. Lewis’ fingers slid into Nico’s hair like it was something he did everyday. Nico hissed into the kiss when Lewis pulled his hair.

Feeling Lewis’ beard against his soft skin was a feeling Nico was sure he would never forget.

Lewis only pulled away to let them both breath for a moment, his lips still brushed against Nico’s when he asked, “What the fuck do you want from me?” He sounded just as breathless as Nico. “Huh? You want an apology?” Lewis was angry too, Nico could tell given the bitter tone of his voice. “For what? For breaking your little heart?”

Lewis could be purposely cruel like that, Nico knew. Trapped between the man who had once been his everything and the wall, Nico was a mess. His suit was all over the place, his hair was messy, he could feel it, his lips were probably swollen and red. Meanwhile Lewis looked just as put together as ever. Always so perfect. It angered Nico even more.

How dare he look so effortlessly perfect while Nico was falling apart in so many ways?

That thought made Nico attempt to shove Lewis. But of course, Lewis was stronger than he looks so he didn’t even move an inch and Nico was only even more embarrassed.

“Fuck you,” Nico hissed. But he didn’t do anything to free himself from Lewis’ grip. Didn’t even punch him, even though he wanted to hit his pretty face more than anything.

Lewis chuckled, pressing into Nico’s body even more. Nico just closed his eyes and groaned. Lewis didn’t let go of his collar, but one of his tattooed hands slid to the back of Nico’s neck. Nico could feel the cold metal of Lewis’ rings against his skin, and hated how much he liked it.

“You were yelling earlier, now you have nothing to say?” Lewis taunted.

Nico was done for, he knew that. They both knew that. “I hate you.” He said.

Lewis scoffed, “No you don’t.” He said before leaning in again. Nico was ready this time, even deepened the kiss when Lewis least expected it.

Hands reaching up to cup his face, Nico held Lewis’s face so gently that it scared him. Scared both of them actually.

But Lewis was done holding back. Nico was here, and that’s all that mattered. He pressed his hips against the blond, and the latter moaned into the kiss. When Lewis pulled away from the kiss this time, Nico didn’t find that warm or comforting look in his brown eyes. Instead he found a fiery hunger, nostalgia and just pure want.

“You piss me off.” Nico stated, breathless from Lewis’ kiss. He tried his hardest but failed to fix his suit.

Lewis just smirked. “Yeah? Show me how much.”

Nico, with anger and accusations in his eyes, finally snapped and shoved Lewis hard in the chest. The latter could fight back but he didn’t. He just smirked which annoyed Nico even more, as he kept pushing him until Lewis found himself laying on his back on his couch.

“Careful,” Lewis said, “It’s an expensive couch.”

Nico frowned still, pouting like a brat as he straddled Lewis’ lap. “Always your expensive shit. Your expensive couch, your expensive cars, your expensive women…” Nico listed, bitterly, as his hand wrapped around Lewis’ throat.

Lewis had a cocky look on his face. “Jealous? That you aren’t the only one with money anymore?” He chuckled. “You really did love to gloat, didn’t you?”

Nico tightened his grip around Lewis’ throat, Lewis just chuckled like any of this was funny. Nico leaned down, his face hovering inches above Lewis’ gorgeous one. “It was never about money,” Nico said, “I only ever wanted to impress you.” He admitted. “I liked the way you looked at me. I liked showing off to you. Everything I did was to get your fucking validation. Did you not see that?”

Lewis didn’t say anything, but his hands moved all over Nico’s body. They were crossing a line and neither of them wanted to stop. Lewis slid Nico’s suit jacket over his shoulders, the latter took it off completely and threw it somewhere on the floor.

But upon seeing Nico in that skin tight white dress shirt, and even though he looked mouth-watering, Lewis just couldn’t help from making a comment to rile him up. As he ran his hand down Nico’s clothed torso, Lewis said, “Nice dad bod.”

Nico wanted to slap his pretty face. Instead he just grabbed his hand, then the other one and pinned his wrists above his head. Lewis, who isn’t used to being pinned down like this, rather enjoyed it.

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

Before Lewis could say ‘make me’, Nico was already kissing him again. He wasn’t rushing this time, it wasn’t like those stolen moments at parties. They had time now, they didn’t have to hide. There was no one to catch them. So Nico kissed him, passionately.

Lewis eventually freed his hands and ran them down Nico’s body, undoing his shirt in the process and touching his warm skin. Nico moaned into the kiss again, feeling Lewis’ familiar touch.

Nico left marks behind as he bit and sucked on Lewis’ skin, down his neck, around the base of his throat, smirking against his skin as he marked him just because he could and wanted to.

Lewis tried to hold back from moaning but he couldn’t, not when Nico purposely bit him hard to make him hiss and groan. Not when Nico’s fingers slid under his t-shirt and traced his muscular chest, his abs, and lingered around the waistband of his trousers.

“Ah fuck, don’t bite,” Lewis hissed as Nico mercilessly bit and kissed around his collar bones.

Nico pulled back and stared down at him, then asked in that cocky tone of his, “Do you also say that to the women you fuck, or just me?”

Lewis smirked, looking up at him. “I can feel how hard your cock is, so don’t talk about the women I fuck right now.”

Lewis’ hand moved down Nico’s torso again, but the latter just slapped his hand away and began undoing his trousers instead. Lewis let him. He held himself up on his elbows as he watched Nico undo his bright red trousers. Nico hesitated only for a moment before lowering Lewis’ boxers along with the trousers, freeing his hard cock.

Nico would be lying if he said he didn’t think about this once in a while in the past years. He still remembered the first time he had Lewis in his mouth. Even now, he could feel himself getting harder just thinking about it.

“You’re just gonna stare at it?” Lewis’ voice broke Nico out of his reverie.

Nico’s heart raced just a little as he took Lewis in his mouth, moaning as he filled his mouth. Velvety and smooth against his tongue. Lewis’ fingers found Nico’s hair again, he tugged on it gently as Nico took him perfectly.

“Fuck,” Lewis groaned, “Your fucking mouth…”

Nico swirled his tongue around the tip, making Lewis grunt even louder in pleasure.

Nico quickened his pace slightly, Lewis moved his hips along with him, matching his pace and moving in and out of Nico’s mouth, making both of them groan.

Lewis was so ready to come in his mouth, but as soon as Nico felt Lewis’ cock twitching inside his mouth, he stopped and removed him from his mouth, but not before licking the slit on top of his tip and tasting his precum on his tongue.

“Not so easily,” Nico whispered, straddling Lewis again after denying him an orgasm.

“Brat.” Lewis spat.

Nico smirked as he took his shirt off, then tugged impatiently at Lewis’ t-shirt until he also took his t-shirt off. Nico had to pause a second.

Of course he had seen Lewis shirtless all over social media, but seeing him in real life, shirtless under him was enough to make him feel like he was a young, inexperienced man again. The one who lived for those stolen moments with Lewis, the one whose hands shook even after Lewis was done with him.

Lewis was different now. He looked like a god. Golden skin, tattoos, defined muscles. Nico knew he looked good as well, but Lewis was on another level. So Nico stared, shamelessly. He liked seeing the marks he’d left earlier on Lewis’ skin.

He stared, until Lewis scoffed before flipping the two of them around. Nico now laid under him, and Lewis smirked. “Done staring?”

Lewis liked looking at him from this angle he realised. Especially now that he had swollen lips.

“Hurry up,” Nico groaned like the brat he was.

Lewis frowned, “Hurry up what?” He grabbed Nico by the chin and insisted, “Say it, what do you want?”

Nico was quiet for a moment. Then said, “Fuck me.” He whispered it so quietly.

Lewis was cruel enough to say, “What was that? Say it louder, I didn’t hear you.”

Nico was done letting himself be bullied so he repeated himself, louder, “I said, fuck me.”

Lewis laughed as he undid Nico’s fancy trousers and freed his cock as well, immediately wrapping his hand around it.

Nico couldn’t think now that Lewis’ warm, rough hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. Lewis moved his hand gently at first, then he sped up as soon as soft moans and mewls escaped Nico’s lips.

Nico was a mess, his body shuddering each time Lewis’ thumb would brush against his leaking tip. He hated how well Lewis still knew his body, after all these years. His own hand gently wrapped around Lewis’ wrist, subtly guiding his hand up and down his own cock.

“Look at you trembling already,” Lewis taunted, looking down at Nico who looked like he belonged there, under him, on his expensive couch, in his home.

Lewis leaned down to kiss along Nico’s jawline, playfully biting him at the same time. Anything, Lewis would do anything to keep Nico moaning for him like this.

Lewis bit and tugged on Nico’s earlobe and watched how he trembled under his touch. He chuckled and kept kissing his skin, also leaving marks behind. And just when Nico started to thrust his hips gently into Lewis’ hand, trying to chase his orgasm, Lewis removed his hand, denying Nico his orgasm as well.

The latter groaned angrily. “You just can’t ever let me have anything, can you?”

Lewis laughed, “Where would be the fun in that?”

Nico couldn’t help but chuckle. And in that moment, it felt like how they were when they were just young boys chasing their dreams. There wasn’t all this pressure back then, there were less problems. They were just young men driving fast cars, living their dreams with their best friend in the whole world beside them.

The air got warmer, filled with even more tension now.

Nico’s hand reached out to touch Lewis’ face. “We can stop if you want, we don’t have to–,”

Lewis cut him off with a kiss. His hands lowered Nico’s trousers and boxers even more as he deepened the kiss. Nico kissed him back urgently as Lewis made himself comfortable in between his parted legs. Lewis placed his hands on each of Nico’s thighs and separated his legs further so he could fit his muscular frame in between them.

Lewis kissed down his neck as his hand aligned his cock to Nico’s hole. But then stopped and pulled away briefly, “We don’t have lube.” He said.

Nico rolled his eyes and gave Lewis one of those looks which could be interpreted as a look of fondness but also of disgust. Lewis often made fun of him for it in the past.

“Really?” Nico asked, “I remember so many times when we didn’t have lube either, and not once did that ever stop you from fucking me. Stop making excuses.”

Lewis chuckled, unable to stop himself from leaning in for a kiss again. “Brat,” He whispered against Nico’s lips before slowly pushing himself inside.

They both groaned at the feeling, Nico panted and moaned as it hurt just a little before feeling so good that he thought he might die from pleasure.

Lewis set a pace that had them both moaning in no time. He wrapped his hand around Nico’s cock again and moved his hand up and down his erected length in sync with his thrust. Meanwhile Nico was so lust-drunk he could barely keep his eyes open as his hands gripped pillows on the couch, eyes rolled to the back of his head and with his lips parted and occasional moans escaping his open mouth.

Lewis’ hand reached out to touch Nico’s face, his thumb traced his lips, tugging on his lower lip as he pulled away. Nico could not even form a coherent sentence as Lewis rocked in and out of him relentlessly while stroking his cock at the same time.

Lewis watched how Nico squirmed under him. The latter was an even bigger moaning mess when Lewis bent down to kiss him again.

“Make me come,” Nico whispered, breathless.

Lewis smirked. The sounds of their skin slapping against one another was soon the only thing which could be heard; other than the occasional grunts and moans which left their mouths as they stared into each other’s eyes.

Nico’s hair was damp, darker with sweat as Lewis’ skin was now shiny. They both had a glow on their faces. Lewis sped up, hitting all the right places. Soon, they could both feel a pressure forming at the base of their spines.

“Come for me…”

Lewis’ hand stroked Nico faster, and faster as he fucked into him just as hard. They both stared at each other in awe, lips parted, gasping for air. Nico touched Lewis’ face again, saying a thousand words with one look.

“Come for me,” Lewis repeated.

A few seconds later, they both came undone. Nico all over Lewis’ hand, and the latter deep inside him. Moaning and gasping for air, they both went limp on the couch. It was wide enough to accommodate both of them lying side by side.

After a while, Nico said, “I still hate you.”

Lewis scoffed, “Sure.”

—

When Nico began picking his clothes from the ground, Lewis asked, “You’re leaving?”

Nico gave him a look and said, “Yes?” That same sassy tone. “Don’t want to have you kick me out like I’m a hooker overstaying my welcome.”

Lewis laughed, sitting up to look at him. Nico put his shirt on, and suddenly, Lewis didn’t want him to leave.

“Stay.” Nico froze. Lewis stood up, and dared to place his hand on Nico’s waist. “Stay.” He said again, softly.

Nico chuckled, “Why? You don’t have a pretty woman to keep you company tonight?”

Lewis shook his head, smiling, pulling Nico closer by the waist, “Don’t test me. I’m ready to go again,” He looked down to where their abdomen touched. Nico’s eyes followed. “And I won’t be gentle this time.”

Nico scoffed, “That was you being gentle?” Acting like he didn't know.

Lewis laughed, “Just stay.”

“Fine.” Nico acted like he wasn’t dying to spend the night here. Like he wasn’t waiting for Lewis to tell him to stay. He felt like that young boy again, wanting Lewis’ validation at all cost. “You’re making me breakfast in the morning though.”

Lewis shrugged, “I’ll give you a bowl of Frosties and call it a day.”

Nico grimaced, “You cheap fuck.”

Lewis kissed him. Nico kissed him back. They each had each other until the sun came up tomorrow morning, and that was enough for now.

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