amoosarte

[amoosarte]

ts was tooooooo fucking good. MEOW IM LICKING IG UP AND DOWN DESPRETLY.

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description. you and JOAQUÍN TORRES take a week long vacation to the beach together. just a week on the coast, spending time in each other's bubble, without falling for each other ... probably. visuals

includes. coworkers to friends to lovers, SMUT 18+ MDNI, reader has been kept as ambiguous as possible (hair type, skin color, body type, place of birth, etc), reader is able to tan, the location is ambiguous, slight spoilers for brave new world, takes place after bnw, protected p n v sex, oral (f receiving), soft dom! joaquín, reader is called "baby" a couple of times

wc. 12.3k+

a/n: title from champagne coast by blood orange. i tried to keep where they vacationed as ambiguous as possible, but it's definitely at least a little bit obvious. for my bsf who recently got back from miami. thanks to @luckypunklemonade for beta reading :D

You’re drunk. 

No, you’re not drunk. You’re too drunk, inching towards shitfaced. You’re still here, at least here enough to walk beside Joaquín down the street towards your hotel, but you’re not really here. You know you’re not exactly walking in a straight line, and you know where you’re heading, but you don’t know how long you’ve been walking. You could’ve left the club five minutes or 50 minutes ago. 

You weren’t going to get this drunk. Honest. You and Joaquín were just going to go out, have a few drinks, and go back to your separate rooms. 

But the music was good, and the drinks were good, and the people were good, and suddenly you and Joaquín are drunk and navigating your way down the street. Well, he’s navigating your way. You’re just trying to keep up with his long strides. 

He walks a little in front of you the entire time, slightly more rigid, and a little less drunk than you are. You’ll probably be at his level in another half hour, that is if you get something in your stomach by then. Every so often, he looks over his shoulder to make sure you’re still there. You thought about hooking a hand around his elbow to keep him close, but the thought entered your mind and left before you could act on it. 

There’s not much small talk happening, but you don’t mind it that way. You’re focused on making your feet pick up and land one (mostly) in front of the other. Actually, you’re focused on walking and finding an open food spot on the way. 

One part is going fine, the walking part, but you’re still blearily searching for something to eat. You pass bars and closed businesses, restaurants that require reservations weeks in advance, one of them you think you and Joaquín actually have a table at later this week, but nothing quick and greasy. Which is exactly what you need before calling it a night. 

Joaquín calls your name and you hum. 

“You up for stopping in right here?” He points to the side and you look around his wide shoulders to find your saving grace. It’s like he read your mind, or maybe you’d been audible harping on about wanting something to eat the entire time. Right now, either seems plausible. 

Either way, you nod and let Joaquín hold the door open for you. 

You and Joaquín end up sitting across from each other at a tiny outdoor metal table. With the wind blowing against your skin as you’re sipping freezing cold water from a to-go cup, you finally realize how hot you’ve been this entire time. You lift your skirt up a bit to press your thigh against the cool metal and a sigh pushes out front your lips. Your eyes fall shut as you just sit in the moment. 

“You still drunk?” Joaquín speaks from across the table. 

You open your eyes and destroy your brief peace to glare at him as you wrap your lips around your straw. “What do you think?” you ask him only when the cool liquid has slid down your throat. 

He laughs. “First night here and you’ve already gotten shitfaced.” He shakes his head as if he’s ashamed of you, but the playful glint in his eyes keeps you at ease. 

“It’s your fault!” you accuse. “You’re the one who made friends with that couple. They kept buying us drinks.” 

Joaquín throws his hands out to the side in a surrender. “I’m not going to say no to free drinks. Don’t blame me!”

He’s right. Even if he wasn’t, you aren’t in the arguing mood anymore. You would rather finish the greasy taco sitting limp in your hands. And you do.  

You’re not being very attractive about it, though, you can tell from the way the juice slides down your fingers and around your mouth, but that’s not really the point to all of this. 

Besides, you and Joaquín are just coworkers and friends. Just two coworkers/friends on vacation together. Sitting across from each other in front of a taco spot, fighting for sobriety as you occasionally lock eyes between large bites. There’s no reason for you to be attractively drunk eating when you’re only with your coworker/friend. 

You finish the last bite, wipe around your mouth with a crumpled napkin and throw it onto your empty tray, looking up to find Joaquín already looking at you. He has this look on his face, nothing different from the one he usually wears—soft eyes and a softer smile—but it feels different this time. Maybe it’s the city lighting and your drunkenness that’s skewing the meaning. You’re going to blame both factors for the flutter in your heart, too.

Neither of you say anything for a moment and in that moment, a thought flashes across your mind. It’s quick and fleeting, but still strong enough to evoke a reaction. Just a thought of you leaning over this small table and pressing your lips to Joaquín’s. And the thought was truly fleeting, but you bring it back and sit in it to imagine how he would reciprocate with his hands on your lower back, big palms resting on the strip of skin between your top and skirt, and he would taste like lime and alcohol and when you pulled away he would have a look almost identical to this one on his face. 

Joaquín’s eyebrows push together, skewing the soft look he wore before and knocking you out of your drunken trance. 

“What’s that look?” he asks. 

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “What look?”

His gaze lingers for a moment, but then he licks his lips and cleans up his area. “You think you’re sober enough to walk back now?” 

You scoff and attempt to make a point by quickly standing to your feet. When you wobble, it’s because your shoe didn’t land right on the concrete. Honest!

You have a crush on Joaquín. 

You don’t know why you’re realizing it here and now—laying in a hotel bed on vacation first thing in the morning. You don’t even know how long this crush has been here, but you know for sure you have a crush on Joaquín Torres, your partner/coworker/friend. 

You thought your little image from last night was fleeting, nothing but a drunken thought that you let yourself imagine for less than a minute, but it proved to be way more than that because when you got back to your room, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

As you took your makeup off, you thought about Joaquín waiting in your room for you to finish, snuggled under the blankets and scrolling through the channels on the TV until you came out of the bathroom in his shirt. As you climbed in the shower you imagined him standing at the sink brushing his teeth and humming that song he’s always singing but you never ask the name of. As you finally climbed into bed and clicked the lights off, you imagined fighting for covers with him and sleepily talking about your plans for the next day. 

It was so domestic and loving and absolutely sickening and unexpected. 

Well, maybe you should have expected it. At least a little. 

Joaquín is kind of the perfect guy. Everyone in your life made sure you were aware of it. He was funny, attractive, hard working, and easy to get along with. Even his flaws—his incessant nature and occasional annoyance for one—was quickly reworked as lovable in your head. 

You struggled with falling asleep for at least a half hour last night, and as soon as you knocked out, you were out. You might not have remembered your dreams but you knew deep in your mind and body that he was there. 

Just as he is here now, standing in front of you early  in the morning, wearing a bright smile and an athletic set. 

“No,” you sternly shut him down before he can even say anything. 

Joaquín’s jaw drops and he wears a mixture of shock and humor. “C’mon, you didn’t even let me say anything.”

“I know what you’re gonna say, Torres. I’m not going to some ‘sick workout class’ when we’re supposed to be on vacation.” 

“Oh, so we’re on last name basis again?” He crosses his arms over his chests and widens his stance. “I thought we moved past that.” 

“If you ask me to come with you then we’re back to last name basis, yeah.” 

He pouts and it’s so stupidly cute that you want to slam the door in his face. “Don’t let the hangover speak for you. I know you secretly wanna come workout with me.” 

You squint at him accusingly, leaning into the doorframe. “‘m not hungover.” 

“Uh-huh. How’s the headache?” He’s obviously not buying your shit.

“I don’t have a headache.” Bullshit and you both know it. 

“How’d you sleep?” He asks you instead, this time lacking any suspense. For a moment, he seems like he’s actually wondering how you slept. 

“Like a baby.”

“Then that means you should be energized enough to go for a workout. It won’t be bad. It’s only an hour.” 

You shake your head. “That’s an hour that I could be sleeping.” 

“And basically waste the whole day away? That doesn’t sound like the partner I know and love.”

You don’t let your mind linger on that word, especially when you know he doesn’t mean it like that. But still, knowing that Joaquín has some sort of love for you makes your chest feel all airy and glittery. 

“Yeah because that partner isn’t here right now. We’re on vacation.” 

Joaquín doesn’t respond. Not verbally at least. Instead, he tilts his head and fully pouts, lips pushed out and eyes big. He’s not backing down and truthfully, it might be better for you just to say yes and halfass the entire session. 

Finally, he reasons with you. “I’ll buy you a smoothie afterwards. Whatever overpriced shit you want. Fair?” 

Fair enough. 

Compared to what you’re used to, the workout is quick, but it’s certainly not painless. The instructor, some woman with much more energy than you’re willing to exert on vacation, seemed to find pleasure in kicking your asses. For a brief moment there when you were catching your breath and wiping your forehead on a towel, you wondered if she could be some big and bad super villain hiding in plain sight. That would explain the inhuman stamina, and the almost eerie cheery personality, but other than that your theory didn’t make much sense. And even if it did, you were on vacation. Now wasn’t the time to seek out trouble that wasn’t presenting itself. 

The only thing that pushed you through the entire thing was looking over at Joaquín, one because of how attractive he looked with sweat glistening along his tanned skin, and two because you refused to let him show you up, even if the workout was his idea. 

You will admit, though, that every time he lifted his shirt to wipe his forehead, your knees did feel just a little weaker and your last rep in a set was not nearly as strong as it could’ve been when you heard him grunting beside you. 

You couldn’t understand it. You and Joaquín workout together all the time. You train together, sometimes with Isaiah and Sam, sometimes with friends of friends, sometimes with just each other. You’re used to seeing him sweat, you’re used to hearing his grunts and breaths, you’re used to all of it. But something about all of this happening now is making you lose your mind. 

As soon as the class ended, relief entered your entire body. 

The relief certainly didn’t last for long, though. 

Since you did what Joaquín wanted to do that morning, he did what you wanted to do right after. Before you could even really think about it, you happily suggested sunbathing on the beach until you were too hot or hungry to continue, whichever came first. 

It wasn’t until Joaquín slyly grinned and sang your name that you realized what you signed up for. 

“You tryna see me shirtless?” he teased at the time. And you rolled your eyes and called him a freak and continued walking down the hall towards your rooms, but as soon as you were behind the closed door you were digging into your suitcase to find the cutest swimsuit you brought. 

Not that you were trying to impress Joaquín or anything. 

As soon as your bare toes are sinking into warm sand, you slowly feel yourself relax. Slowly. 

Laying on your back in a swimsuit that was a nice mix between cute and attractive, your eyes closed, your ears full of a playlist you made just for this occasion, the sun radiating down on your skin. It’s easy to forget everything laying just like that. The breeze cools your skin as soon as you get too warm, the sun heats you back up as soon as you get too cold. Absolutely nothing to worry about except how long you’ve been laying on one side and when you should flip over. 

Absolutely no stressors. 

Until Joaquín speaks. 

“Do me a favor and get my back?” 

You peek an eye open and lift your sunglasses up to see Joaquín standing next to you, holding out a bottle of sunscreen. 

You don’t mean to hesitate, but you still do. It takes a moment to process his question, and it takes another moment to find an answer, even though the clear one is yes. If he wasn’t standing there without a shirt, wearing forest green trunks that hung low on his hips, and his skin wasn’t glistening in the daylight, it wouldn’t have taken nearly half the time to help him out. 

“What would you do without me?” You try not to let your voice falter while you watch him massage sunscreen onto his chest, but you’re sure the little dip at the end of your sentence was noticeable. 

Joaquín just tilts his head and tosses the bottle into your lap.  

It’s not awkward. At least you don’t think it’s awkward. You rub the sunscreen on Joaquín’s skin as quickly as possible, trying to ignore the sturdiness of his muscles beneath your hand. You know how fit he is, it’s impossible for you not to know since you’ve been working with him for a while now. But knowing and knowing are two different things. 

Seeing is not the same as feeling. 

Feeling his muscles as you work them beneath your fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips, grazing your hand lightly over the scars littering his skin, only lingering for a second on the life altering scar that trails down from the side of his neck to his shoulder. You try not to touch it too much. He hasn’t talked to you much about the accident, not since you visited the hospital with high quality food instead of flowers for him. Even then, he joked around it, even if you saw sorrow in his eyes like you’d never seen Joaquín wear before. 

You rubbed the sunscreen down his back and finished above the waistband of his trunks. Not even a second later did he look over his shoulder and down at you through a squint. “Now let me do you,” he urged without leaving much room for argument. 

Doesn’t mean you wouldn’t make room. 

You shook your head. “‘m okay, I already got it.” 

Joaquín turns around to face you completely. He laughs through a quick puff of air, his lips pulled up at the corners. “Barely. I saw you struggling over there. C’mon, let me top it off for you.” 

His hands take the sunscreen bottle from you, but he doesn’t put any in his palm. Not yet. For now, he stares at you, eyebrows lifted, waiting for you to give him the final answer. 

You turn around, moving whatever needs to be moved to give him basically full reign over your back. 

The first touch makes you jump, even if you were expecting it. You hear him quietly apologize under his breath, and you quietly brush it off, but you aren’t sure if your response was heard or if it was carried off with the wind. 

He continues in silence. 

You’ve had Joaquín’s hands on you before. A hand clasped in yours to pull you up, a touch fixing your posture when he was showing you a new trick Isaiah taught him before, a finger jabbed into your side when he walked past you. But again, this is much different. 

Having Joaquín’s bare hands on your bare back makes you tense up, and you hope he doesn’t notice it. He rubs with a lot more attention to detail than you did; he reaches beneath the straps of your top with curt permission, and even asks if he can get the backs of your arms too. 

By the time he finishes, you’ve started to relax just a bit, to the point where the expected disappearance of his hand on your back feels unwanted. Joaquín’s hands are big and soothing, you could do with them on your skin for the rest of your life. 

Of course, you don’t tell him that. Not just because it would be completely inappropriate, but because he would never let you live it down. He would go the lengths to change his phone contact to Joaquín “best hands there ever were” Torres. 

Which is just a step below Joaquín “best co-worker there ever was” Torres. 

Somehow, you manage to make it through the rest of the beach day without much trouble. You tan until you don’t think you could tan anymore. Joaquín lays next to you most of the time, besides when he began to feel fidgety and he ran to grab both of you drinks, and pre-cut fruit for you, as an excuse to stretch his legs. You used the few minutes of solitude to text your group chat about the agony you accidentally put yourself into. Agony that was only made worse by Joaquín coming back with two drinks in one hand, fruit still in its rind in the other, and his newly tanned skin glistening from sweat in the sunlight. 

Shortly after, you had to leave and take a cold shower to get your head on straight. 

You think you’re doing pretty good at ignoring your feelings. You know you have a crush on him, but acting on it would change nearly too much, and a lot in your lives—his especially—has already changed. It’s not a leap you think you’re ready to make yet, so you’ve been ignoring your feelings. 

Over the course of the past couple of days, you and Joaquín have been spending your time doing every relaxing thing you could think of. Decompressing at that same club from the first night, but leaving as soon as the crowd proved to be very different from before—more rowdy for the hell of it and less generous in general. Eating at trendy, overrated lunch spots, or underrated hole-in-the-wall dinner spots. Spending a little too much money on new clothes but enabling each other anyway, because the shirt might look similar to another one that you already have but that shirt back home wasn’t that shirt there in your hands, so you needed it. 

There were just two nights left and then you would have to pack all your stuff, somehow fit in more new clothes than you anticipated, and return to the real world. One that entailed mission debriefs and learning how to work new tech. The only thing you were looking forward to about the real world was Sam, since he happened to be a natural barrier between you and Joaquín. It’ll be hard to focus on how badly you wanted to be underneath the Falcon whenever Captain America was in the vicinity providing tasks that required your full attention. 

But that is days away. For now, you’re going to try and enjoy the remainder of your all too quick vacation as much as possible. Even though you’re becoming more and more tense as you go on, a tension that your fingers beneath your panties hasn’t been able to fix yet. 

You didn’t think your behavior was noticeable, but Joaquín notices more than you thought. 

The two of you are walking side by side down the boardwalk. You’ve been fairly silent throughout, but not for any particular reason. Silence made sense to you, there wasn’t much to talk about right now. 

Apparently, Joaquín felt different. 

“What’s up with you?”

You furrow your eyebrows, quickly trying to figure out if you did something wrong between the walk from your hotel to the walk at the start of the boardwalk. Coming up short, you ask for clarification. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean why’re you so tense? Isn’t this relaxing for you?”

Yeah, this is relaxing for you. Walking side by side, letting the beach breeze blow your dress in the wind. Showered, fed, at the end of your vacation, this moment you exist in is like heaven. It’s a little too much like heaven, a perfect plane where the guy you’ve been crushing on is wearing a button up with the first two buttons undone so you can see the fresh tan he has and the gold glint of the chain he wears instead of his dog tags. 

It’s hard to relax when right beside you is someone you’ve wanted so badly, and he looks like everything you’ve ever wanted. 

“I’m not tense,” you finally respond. Although it’s a lie. 

“You so are,” Joaquín counters, “let me show you what you look like walking around here.” He takes a few quick strides ahead of you, and then pulls his shoulders up to his ears, straightens his spine, and walks with a little too much purpose. He looks odd and menacing. And definitely not like you. 

You tell him as such. 

He turns around to face you, grinning and walking backwards. “Okay I did take some creative liberties there, but you do look tense.” He turns back around and slows until he returns to a stride right beside you again. “What’s wrong? Do you wanna do something else?”

You shake your head. “No. This is fine. I like doing this.” 

Joaquín takes a moment and you see him look down at you from the corner of your eye. “Then what’s up? Anything you wanna get off your chest?” 

God, you should just tell him the truth. Well, not the full truth. 

Joaquín is chill personified. If you told him that you’re wound up sexually, he would likely make a joke about it, then brush it off and avoid asking you about it again. Friend to friend, you could just let off some steam—verbally!, although the other option is much more preferable—and then hopefully feel better. 

But just imagining yourself saying those words makes you tense even more and you have nothing to do but shake the thought out of your mind completely. 

“No. ‘m okay. I was just … thinking. But not anymore.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second and you don’t know if he believes your lie. But he moves past it. He points to an ice cream shop to your right, and you swerve for the window. 

You and Joaquín end up sitting side by side on the beach, willingly letting sand press into your nice clothes but neither of you care much. You have a dinner reservation soon, and you’ve just been killing time—and also your appetite, but you and Joaquín both swore to eat dinner. Even if you’re devouring ice cream cones. Truthfully, this is a perfect way to end your night, sitting by your partner's side, letting the world exist around you both. 

The breeze blows against your skin. You and Joaquín sit with your bare toes digging into the sand, shoes having been discarded to the side, your shoulders close enough to brush against the other if either of you move. You’re looking off at the ocean, watching people enjoy the evening air around you both as you sit in a moment of stillness. There’s paragliders, a few jet skis, some boats, and a large cruise ship sailing into the port. 

Joaquín points off at the ship with the hand not holding his waffle cone.

“We should cruise for our next vacation.”

You turn to face him, tilting your head to the side. “Our next vacation?”

Joaquín nods. “Yeah. We should make this a regular thing. You know we work well together.” 

That you do. You grin and knock your shoulder into his.  “Let’s hope Sam doesn’t start feeling left out.”

Joaquín laughs with a quick exhale through his nose. “He’s definitely having the time of his life back home.” 

You’re unable to stop yourself from grinning as you imagine it—Sam working back home, likely enjoying the rare lull in the terror that the three of you have been fighting and will continue fighting. “He’s probably blasting Marvin Gaye over the speakers in the office.” 

This gets a real laugh from Joaquín, likely because he, too, can see it perfectly. 

Your laughter dies down and for a few moments, you and Joaquín sit in comfortable silence. 

Then, “You been having fun?” 

You hum. “Yeah. It’s nice not having to deal with—” you gesture vaguely in the air and Joaquín nods beside you. “Especially after everything.” You don’t say it exactly, but you know Joaquín still understands you. He knows you’re talking about his accident. 

You weren’t even the one in danger, having stayed grounded on the ship, but the horrors still settle deep in your heart some nights. Things are repaired, or currently being repaired in the case of D.C, but everything still feels so fragile to you sometimes. 

Which is why you’re so glad to be here with him at your side, reminding you that he’s okay. Everything’s okay. 

Joaquín takes a breath as if he’s about to speak. You turn to look at him. He’s staring off at the sunset, his face mostly stoic except for a slight twitch in his eyes, a flare of his nostrils, and his jaw clenching. “For a moment there when I was falling out of the sky, and when I could barely move my body on my own in the hospital I was worried that I wouldn’t get the chance to see places like this again. To … you know…” he hesitates and you’re about to tell him that he doesn’t have to keep going if he doesn’t want to. You and Joaquín have avoided talking about the day his heart stopped, and you don’t have to start now. But then he inhales through his teeth and continues. “To see home.” 

Your breath hitches and your eyes sting. Without thinking too much about it, you scoot closer into Joaquín’s side, tilting your head and resting it on his shoulder. Immediately upon contact, Joaquín wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you fully into his side. 

“I’m glad you’re here with me, Joaquín.” 

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he says your name at the end, echoing you but somehow sounding more earnest. More meaningful. 

He places a kiss on the top of your head and in that moment you decide you could stay here just like this for the rest of your life. It all settles in your body at one time, the realization that you want Joaquín, you’ve known that for a while, but you want more than his body. 

You want Joaquín Torres in his entirety. 

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” he continues, “Is that why you’ve been tense? Because I promise I’m okay. It was scary for a bit but my heart’s fine and I feel fine physically—”

“No. It’s not that, Joaquín. I promise I was just a little tense but I’m good now, too.”

He nods once. “Okay.” He pulls his phone out and checks the time. He doesn’t say anything for a while as if he doesn’t want to disrupt the energy, but he speaks eventually. “If we wanna make our reservation we gotta leave now.” 

He stands to his feet and puts a hand out for you to grab. You take a moment to look at the sun setting and to finish the rest of your ice cream in one bite, then you take another moment to look at him. With resolution, you place your hand in Joaquín’s and let him pull you to your feet. 

Yeah, ignoring your feelings isn’t working anymore. 

It’s not like you’re exactly able to ignore how bad you want Joaquín when you’re at dinner with him, sitting in such an intimate setting—sat at a small table tucked in the corner of the restaurant next to a window looking out on the street, his tan skin lit by candlelight and ambient low lighting around the both of you. 

Having just come from the beach, the two of you are still wearing the same outfits (now without as many grains of sand as possible), meaning you have an even better view of Joaquín’s chest and the chain sitting right below his collarbones. He looks so nice and put together—his curls out more than you’ve ever seen them before, his face a little unshaven and adding an older look to him. 

God, he’s so pretty, it’s impossible for you not to think so. Not when you’re faced with him like this. 

Joaquín’s looking at the menu, acting like he didn’t look at it on his phone two hours ago. You’re holding the menu open, acting like you’re still deciding between two options, when really you’re just trying to decide if you should make a move or not. 

When Joaquín looks up, you quickly look down, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting as you stare at words that aren’t processing.  

Joaquín calls your name and you hum without lifting your eyes. When he doesn’t say anything immediately, you glance up. Not only is he already looking at you, but he’s looking at you with a certain look in his eyes. Infatuation, admiration, something else that you don’t wanna name, for it feels like too much of a jump.

“What?” you ask, a shy grin splitting your face open as your skin starts to warm. 

Joaquín shrugs like he’s going to say the most casual thing ever. Instead, he tells you, “Nothing. I just wanted to tell you how pretty you look.”

Oh my godddd. 

What are you supposed to say to that? Everything thus far on this vacation has been widely platonic, and anything crossing that barrier has been nothing but a hopeful figment of your imagination. But his words, paired with the way they were delivered, feels like a step towards a future you want to live in. 

But maybe you’re overthinking it. Joaquín is honest and earnest when he wants to be and maybe now is one of those moments. 

You wrap your hand around your glass of ice water and bring it to your lips, pausing just long enough to respond. “What is it? The tan?”

Joaquín nods but that look in his eyes is still there. Chocolate brown dances across your figure before settling back on your own eyes. “Yeah … among other things. The tan and the color of your dress,” a bright colored fabric that hung loosely over your body and dipped around your back, you chose it especially because you knew it would look good on your skin, “and just you.” 

You gulp down water, trying to contain yourself. 

“Thanks, Joaquín,” you finally respond, trying to remain as casual as possible. “You look good, too.” 

Joaquín grins and you can see the man you’re used to coming back to himself. He tugs at the collar of his shirt and dusts off invisible particles. “I clean up well don’t I?”

You halfheartedly roll your eyes and return back to the menu. That interaction has already been catalogued for you to hyper analyze in the shower later. 

You thought that interaction was mind boggling, but the one you find yourself in later is ten times worse. 

You’ve both steadily worked through your plates, giggling and laughing about any and everything you could think of. The waiter mentioned the option of drinks at one point, and you looked to Joaquín for his reaction, wanting to see if that’s how the night was going to go. Not exactly as drunk as you were the first night, but at least a little buzz. When Joaquín politely shook his head, you did the same, and continued to sip your water instead. 

You do, however, decide to split two desserts. 

“Can I say something?” Joaquín speaks whenever he scrapes his fork across the decadent chocolate dessert sitting in the center of the table. 

You hum, grabbing a forkful of the fresher, citrus dessert instead. “Depends. How stupid is it gonna be?”

“Um … let me say it and then we can decide.”

You sit back in your seat, thereby giving him the floor. 

He takes his time chewing and swallowing before he goes to respond. “I’m shocked that we’ve been together every day and night of this trip.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What d’you mean?”

“Like we haven’t … been with other people.”

His words shock you. “Is that what you think of me, Joaquín?” 

You don’t feel upset, or particularly offended. You’re just a little confused on why Joaquín has been thinking about your sex life while the two of you have been on vacation together. Sure, you’ve been thinking of the same thing, but his sex life hasn’t exactly crossed your mind. Besides whenever you pictured the two of your sex lives merging into one. 

But now that he’s presented the idea, you, too, are shocked that things have been contained to just the two of you this entire week. It’s not that you expected Joaquín to sleep around, you actually didn’t know what to expect when it came to his dating life. You did know that Joaquín was attractive and people other than yourself thought so, and he obviously knew it as well, but it’s unexpected that you didn’t see him intentionally ogling at least one other person on your nights out. 

You don’t know why he would think the same of you, though. 

“No!” he’s quick to defend himself, “But I wouldn’t judge you if that’s how you wanted to spend your vacation. I mean I wouldn’t blame you.”

“You’re digging yourself further and further into a hole, Torres.” 

He laughs. “Yeah, I can tell.”

A moment goes by and you sip your water. The air here feels open, but certainly not casual. You feel like you can tell the truth in this intimate atmosphere, and your words would hold intentional weight. 

You take the jump. “I didn’t wanna be with anyone else. I liked being with you.”

Joaquín looks surprised. “Really? So you preferred beach trips and coffee shops and working out over a hot hookup?”

You shrug. “I haven’t been interested in hooking up with anyone else.” 

His eyebrows lift in the center. “Anyone else?”

Fuck. 

It seems you have joined Joaquín in that hole, but you don’t mind being here. It’s about time you did something, right? You don’t bother responding, at least not verbally. Instead, you just look at Joaquín over the rim of your glass, sincerely hoping that he’s starting to understand. 

Before any more progress can be made the waiter comes back with the check and you’re already reaching into your bag for your wallet, verbally chastising Joaquín before he can even reach for the bill. 

Quiet returns to you both during the walk back to your hotel. It feels natural this time, likely because you’re not speaking, but it isn’t silent. Cars against asphalt as they drive down the street beside you, music spilling out of establishments that line the way, the automated voice of the pedestrian crossing pole when Joaquín presses the button for the both of you. There’s not anything being said, but there doesn’t need to be; much is being communicated through the energy radiating off of your body. 

Walking closer to each other than you had ever before, elbows grazing, a lightness to your bodies even if you both indulged a little too much over dinner. Everything just feels so right, even if there’s still an emptiness inside of you. Even if you leave this trip without getting laid, you’ll still feel fulfilled because you and your partner are closer than you’ve ever been before. Though, after existing in this bubble with only him, it’s going to be hard to return to your normal life and let other people in. 

A car honks and skirts to a stop. Before you can even realize what just happened, Joaquín’s already throwing an arm over the front of your torso, his face turned to the car that almost (wrongfully) hit the two of you. He yells something at them and blindly grabs your hand, pulling you in front of him and pushing you to the sidewalk and out of the street. 

He mutters something under his breath, but you don’t hear it. “You good?” he asks at full volume. He stands next to you but still holds onto your hand. 

“Yeah. We’ve been through worse than almost getting floored by a Benz, right?”

He laughs and continues leading the way back to the hotel. 

Your hand stays in his the entire time.

You and Joaquín make it all the way inside of the hotel with your hands still clasped together. They don’t part until an unattended child runs between your bodies, forcing you to separate. 

You end up standing in front of the elevator with the up button pushed. It dings every few seconds, an indicator of its steady descent, but it makes a few stops along the way. While you wait, you lean your shoulder into the wall next to it, crossing your arms over your chest and your legs at the ankle as you look at Joaquín standing across from you. 

He speaks first. “You wanna go out again tonight?  End the week with a bang?”

You shake your head. Your eyes are big, your lips are pulled into a soft smile, your entire expression is soft. Fuck hiding it, you’re done pretending. 

“Nah. I’d rather stay in tonight.”

Joaquín nods and tucks his hands in his front pockets. “Alright. Together or separate?”

“Together.”

His eyebrows lift as if he’s shocked, but there’s a little glint in his eyes. You think he’s starting to catch on. 

“Okay,” he drags the last syllable out and shifts his stance. He clears his throat before he speaks again. “What d’you wanna do?”

The elevator door opens and you and Joaquín stand out of the way to let people come out. As soon as everyone has cleared out, the two of you enter the elevator alone and you push the button to shut the door before anyone else can come around the corner. With the doors closing you turn to face Joaquín to see him already looking at you. 

You smile up at him and he smiles down at you. 

You take a step closer to him and he takes a step closer to you. 

You reach a hand out to his face, hesitating, and then he nods just before he reaches a hand out and places it on your waist. 

And then finally, your lips press against his. 

The first kiss is tentative. It’s testing. Your lips press together, you stay like that for a moment, and then you pull away. The two of you stare at each other, Joaquín’s expression as soft and docile as it always is. You think you’re mirroring him in this moment. 

Then, without any words exchanged, you both move towards each other again. Your heads are tilted and without much trouble at all, your faces slot together nearly perfectly. This kiss is more exploratory. It’s open mouthed, teetering towards a messiness that you’re sure you’ll both fully succumb to by the end of the night. At least, you hope so. 

You don’t have much time, you’ve realized that as soon as the elevator dings the first time to indicate its ascent, therefore you’re trying to get what you can while you can. You throw your arms over Joaquín’s shoulders and hook them around his neck, pulling him down towards you as you tilt yourself up into him. His body curves to engulf yours in his warmth, but he kisses you like he has all the time in the world. 

He kisses you like he means it, like there’s more than one mutually shared goal at the end of this motivating him. 

It’s hard not to give in to the slow and longing way Joaquín kisses you. You don’t even try resisting it at a certain point. Instead, you press your chest up into his and lean up on your toes to get more of him, yet not initiating a change in the pace at all. You like the slow way Joaquín’s lips move against yours. You feel much more this way. 

Your fingers lay across the back of his neck and just as they start to inch up into the faded part of his haircut, the elevator dings and announces your floor. 

You and Joaquín separate with clear hesitance in the movement. The two of you stare at each other, unmoving, just looking in each other’s eyes. His eyes look darker than you’ve ever seen them before. If you got closer, you think you would see his pupils blown out. From here, though, you see his desire in other ways—the flush on his cheeks, the prominence of his chest rising and falling, the hint of your lip products that have rubbed off on his lips. 

The elevator door starts to shut and Joaquín is forced into making the first move. He slots his arm between the doors just before they close and he stays there when they open. He turns to look at you, tilts his head in a beckon, and holds his hand out for you to grab.

The walk to your rooms feels much longer than it usually does. You try to make it go as fast as possible, skittering ahead of Joaquín as fast as your impractical sandals would allow, but you’re trying not to look too eager all the while. Still, when you reach the number you’ve memorized for the week and turn around to look at him, he has a slight smile of amusement on his face. 

You’re already searching into your bag for your key when you ask, “Yours or mine?”

Joaquín reaches around you for the handle to the door without speaking. You watch him press the key card to the sensor and push the door handle down just as you feel your fingers find the piece of plastic. 

“We gave each other one of each when we checked in, remember? Just in case.” comes his unprompted explanation. And now that you’ve been reminded, you do remember. Your key to Joaquín’s room has been sitting on the dresser forgotten the entire week. You know he wouldn’t have done it, not without your explicit consent, but you wish Joaquín had used the key to his advantage once this week. You wish he would have acted on the tension between you both, the tension that you’re finally realizing has been reciprocated this entire time. 

But now it’s happening. There’s no reason to complain when you’re getting what you wanted. 

His hands are on your hips as he leads you into the room, your bag is thrown to the floor and your shoes are kicked off of your feet. Your body is turned at his will, your eyes meet his as he lazily grins  down at you. His tongue flicks out over his lips in a quick and smooth movement, and at a much slower pace, you lean back in to press your lips back to his. 

Joaquín’s hands automatically latch onto your lower back, one warm palm pressed into the thin fabric of your dress and the other settling right on your bare skin in the opening. Meanwhile, you start working on his shirt, popping button after button through the holes. You stop when you’re halfway down, not on your own accord. 

You’re forced to stop when Joaquín slots his hands behind your thighs and he easily lifts you up. You squeal into the kiss on instinct. 

There’s a moment where both of you are grinning against each other’s lips and it just feels so right. It feels incredibly natural to be doing this, to be smiling when you’re kissing Joaquín, even though nearly everything else about this situation isn’t natural for the two of you (your erect nipples rubbing against his chest, your panties stuck to your cunt, the very faint brush of his cock stiff in his pants that you get on the journey up). 

“You’re just showing off,” you half-heartedly chide. 

Joaquín shrugs and walks you back to the bed. “Maybe just a little.” He places you down, kneeling between your legs and finishing off the remaining buttons on his shirt. “You love it, though.”

You don’t admit it verbally, but the way you shamelessly ogle his chest when he pulls the shirt off says everything. 

As soon as his shirt is gone, he places a hand on your ankle, slowly inching your dress up a few inches before he stops and looks at you. His expression is open, you can tell what he’s asking without words. But for good measure, he includes them. 

“Can I keep going?”

You nod, eager and unashamed. “Yeah. Keep going.”

He starts to push the bright fabric further and further up your legs, speaking to you as he continues. “You gotta let me know if …” his words taper off when he sees the first hint of your panties, and you don’t know exactly what he’s seeing, but it makes him speechless for a moment and your ego inflates. 

“I’ll let you know if …?” Cockiness is audible in your words but he doesn’t comment on it. 

Joaquín blinks and comes back to himself. “If you wanna stop, or if you want something changed. We gotta communicate.” 

“M’kay.” 

And with that, Joaquín pushes the fabric completely over your hips and he’s met with your panties. They’re a bright color that compliments the color of your dress, and, consequently, your tanned skin. He swears under his breath and although you don’t hear him clearly at all, you’re pretty sure it wasn’t in English. 

You sit up fully and slip your dress over your torso with Joaquín’s help. He lets the fabric drop to the floor without looking, his eyes are focused solely on your chest. 

You’re laying back on your elbows, elevated just enough to look at him. You stare at his eyes, even if you aren’t making eye contact, while he leans up to hover over you. His head dips and he presses a single kiss in the center of your chest and repeats the action right over each side of your ribcage. The tip of his nose grazes your breast and instinctively you arch up towards him. When he pulls away just enough to look up at you, you see him smiling.

You could beg, but the night has only begun. You decide to save that for later. For now, you huff and stick your spine back to the mattress. 

Joaquín places a hand around your side and dips his head back down, this time higher than before. When he latches his lips around your nipple, a little gasp breaks from between your lips. He lets his teeth scrape against the bud, alternating between giving you pressure and giving you wet heat from his tongue. By the time he switches to your other nipple, you’re already desperate for a true relief focused on your cunt. His lips travel upwards, brushing against your skin throughout the journey, until he’s pressing them into the side of your neck and under your jaw. You let him continue upwards, you let him kiss you a bit more, but you can only go so long without real, fruitful stimulation. And maybe another time after this (circumstances willing) you would love to prolong everything. 

But right now you need to get fucked, whatever that could entail. 

You buck your hips up and end up catching the bulge in Joaquín’s pants where his zipper lies. You think he’ll catch on that way, and maybe he does, but he just chooses to ignore it. Either way, you send him a hint and Joaquín doesn’t do anything about it. He continues kissing you, he tweaks your nipples and slots a knee between your legs, all of which you’re grateful for since it is a stepping stone in the right direction. But you need stimulation, you need to get off, and the slow crawl is slowly driving you crazy. 

You pull away from Joaquín to call his name. He responds with a gruff yeah that immediately settles deep in your gut. 

“I need more. Please.” 

He grins right in your face. The expression almost looks wicked on him for the first time ever. He has the power here right now and he’s obviously letting it go to his head. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks while his hand slides down between your bodies until his thick fingers can slip between your clothed folds. 

His question was rhetorical (and smug but that’s besides the point), yet you still find yourself going to respond. Your lips part, you can feel the corners turning down as you prepare to say something just as smug back to him, but then he presses down and quickly finds your clit after a moment of fumbling. As far as words go, you’re silent. Nothing but sounds slip from your mouth from that point onwards. 

Joaquín toys with your clit. He starts with one finger, just the pad of what you think might be his middle finger, and when that has you forcing your hips up into his touch, he adds a second finger. With two fingers, he has more space to work with, resulting in larger circles right over the most sensitive part of you. He speeds up, too. 

Your back arches and you dig your nails into the sheets. You know what you want to ask for, it's simple and you’d already said the word in this space, but it gets trapped in your throat this time. You’re close already. Yeah, you’d been getting yourself off throughout the week, but finally having Joaquín do it for you has made you so much more responsive. 

You get the first syllable out, the ‘M’ vibrating in your throat before you open your mouth to round it out in an ‘O’. 

Joaquín picks up where you left off. 

“More?” he asks, eyebrows lifting as he holds your heavy gaze. Before you even respond with a nod, he’s already sitting back far enough to slip his hand in your panties and repeat his emotions. 

The first real touch dizzies you for a moment. You pinch your eyes shut with the pure intention of orienting yourself, but then Joaquín chastises you in a soft, but firm voice. 

“Look at me. I wanna see you.” 

You do as told, of course. 

He nods. “There we go.” His fingers get just a little faster, the circles tighter. You’re so wet that there isn’t any uncomfortable friction at all, his skin easily glides against yours. 

“You close?” he asks after a moment. When you nod, he continues, “If I give you this one, you’ll be able to give me another, right? You can give me more?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I can.” You’re breathless when you speak, and it certainly doesn’t help that it’s then when Joaquín decides to pull his fingers away completely, pull your panties to the side, and sink down completely until his face is level with your cunt. 

Just the image below you is enough to twist that section deep into your stomach into a knot. He’s barely able to give you anything before your back is arching off of the bed and everything in you mounts to a peak. 

When you come, it’s from the controlled and effective licks Joaquín delivers to your cunt. You don’t know when your hand moves on its own, but you feel silk-like strands between your fingers. It helps anchor you, gripping his hair helps keep you sane, especially when Joaquín keeps going. 

He broadens his reach this time. His mouth opens wide enough to slide his tongue down from your entrance and back up towards your clit. And he doesn’t just lick this time, you hear the audible suck from him. He’s slurping that shit, and you can already feel the introduction of another orgasm. 

If you were with anyone else, you’d be shocked at how soon another is on the precipice. But it’s Joaquín, and aside from the fact that you’ve wanted him for a while, you’re not exactly shocked that he knows what he’s doing. 

He slowly sinks one finger into you, pumping the digit in and out of you with meticulous ease. It’s a stark contrast from the almost sloppy way he’s eating you out. But it works. 

One finger is nice, it’s thicker than your own, rougher, too. You could get off just like that. And then, he adds a second. 

“Fuck,” you swear without any conscious intention. 

Joaquín comes up for air, releasing you with an audible smack. “Yeah?” he asks, the word coming from right in his throat. 

You nod as you take in the way he looks—cheeks flushed, hair tousled and hanging over his forehead, pink lips shining, his eyes wide and nearly doe-like. 

“Yeah,” you confirm. You see a look flash in Joaquín’s eyes then. It’s a look similar to the one he has whenever Sam affirms his work with a clap on the back—self-satisfied, delighted, proud. It occurs to you then that he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you. He can read your body language, sure. It’s obvious from your cunt, along how good he’s making you feel, but you know verbal affirmation is different. It’s better, especially for Joaquín. 

As he goes back in to finish you off, you speak to him.

“Just like that,” you tell him. Just this little bit encourages him, you can feel it in his movements.  “Keep going. ‘M close, so close, Joaquín. Please, don’t stop. You’re so … you’re so—” Before you can even get it out, all noise dies completely from you. Your mouth uselessly hangs open, not even air comes out as your entire body stiffens. Nothing happens for a moment, Joaquín continues, you’re stuck, and then a nanosecond later everything knocks into you. 

Sound emits from you, moans and groans and breaths. You’re digging into whatever you can find—the heel of your foot into Joaquín’s back, your hands in his hair, the rest of your body into the twisted sheets beneath you. You’re simultaneously trying to escape and trying to keep Joaquín from parting with you for even a moment. It’s hard to decide which you prefer, you don’t even think your mind has any say in the dilemma, your body is in control at this point. 

Ultimately, your body decides to let go, releasing both of you at the same time. Still, Joaquín takes a moment to pull from you. He continues licking and sucking, but his fingers slowing down indicates his intent to free you. It comes after a few drawn out moments where you’re stuck twitching beneath him until finally, he pulls his fingers out of you and presses one final kiss right onto your clit. 

His head lifts and the evidence is more obvious than you expected. It’s gathered all over his chin, stuck along the beginnings of facial hair that will likely be gone first thing Monday morning. It’s gathered on his lips and along his tongue when he uses the muscle to pull the remnants of your arousal into his mouth. 

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and only then does he realize how much of a mess you’ve made of him. He pulls his hand back, brown eyes big as he stares at the evidence. 

“Shit,” he laughs. 

All you can do is agree through labored breaths. 

He tries to clean you off of his mouth, but not much is done. He leans in tentatively after that, as if you’re going to shy away from him. You don’t. 

You kiss him back eagerly, although a bit lethargically. You’re trying to hide it from fear that Joaquín could think that you’re done. But your body needs a moment to recover from that. 

When Joaquín pulls away from you with a small smile on his face, you know he’s onto you. 

“You need a minute?” The way he says it isn’t much different from the way he asks you those same words when he’s kicking your ass in the gym. 

And just like when you’re in the gym, you shamefully nod. 

Joaquín chuckles and leans in to kiss your forehead. “That’s okay. You want anything? Water maybe?” 

“Water sounds good.” 

You watch him leave and then your eyes are focused solely on the ceiling. You can’t even let what’s happening sink in when you’re still a little spacey. But you can handle more. You want more from him. 

Joaquín comes back with a glass of water. He stands next to the bed and passes the full glass to you. You don’t question the source, you just drink until there’s half left. You offer it to him and he gladly takes it from you. 

“Are you … do you wanna stop?” He speaks when the glass has been emptied and placed on the nightstand. For the most part he looks like he would be unaffected by whatever answer you gave, but you think you can detect some premature dejection in his features. Quickly, he adds, “Because it’s fine if you do. I’m okay with that.” And he’s being honest. You don’t feel any pressure coming from Joaquín at all. 

It’s what you truly mean and want when you immediately shake your head. “No. Let’s keep going.” 

He nods once to himself. “Alright. Cool. Yeah.” 

Excitement leaks from his pores but you don’t comment on it. You felt just as he did not long ago. You still feel like that, but you’re under a haze right now and that’s what your emotions are being led with. 

Joaquín hooks his thumbs into his already-loosened jeans and goes to pull them down. First, though, he pats at his pockets. When he doesn’t feel what he’s looking for, he swears. 

“One second.”

You watch his form retreat until the door of your room is pulled open. Not even a minute later he comes back in with a foil pocket brandished between his fingers, the same fingers that were in you not long ago. 

“You came prepared?” The question comes out more judgemental than you meant it to. 

Joaquín shrugs. “I keep an emergency bag full of … stuff. You know, in case of an emergency.” 

“Freak.” You don’t mean it. 

“You’re about to get fucked by a freak so, wouldn’t that make you a freak by association?” He seems to mean it. 

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

He holds the packet between his teeth while he slides his jeans off of his legs, stepping out of them and leaving them at the foot of the bed. He comes back around to the side, pulling the packet out from his teeth and staring down at you. Like this he looks more imposing than he ever has before. 

When he’s been out in the field, when he’s training, when he yelled at the car earlier tonight, he didn’t look as imposing as he does now—staring down at you over the bridge of his nose, hair tousled, cock tenting in his black briefs. 

“That’s definitely how that works,” he claims as he leans down. He presses his hands into the bed beneath you to leverage himself as he kisses you, slow and passionate. You wonder if he’ll fuck you like that too. 

You reach a hand up and pull the elastic away from his waist. When he doesn’t react, you tug the fabric down. You feel it get stuck around his cock just before you feel his cock spring free. It brushes against your wrist and you make a little noise into the kiss. 

As soon as Joaquín’s briefs are laying at his feet he assumes his previous position, this time sitting right on his haunches. You avoid looking at his cock for a moment, but when you watch him tear the condom packet open, you get the first glimpse at him. 

Even this part of him is attractive. He’s thick, that’s the first thing you notice. Thick and heavy, if the way he hangs to the side is any indicator. There’s a vein leading from his taut stomach down towards the dark and trimmed thatch of hair at the base of his cock. You hadn’t noticed the vein ever before, not when you had been too busy ogling the v-line chiseled into his torso instead. 

Now that you’ve seen all of Joaquín, you can easily conclude that he’s perfect. Just as you have that thought, Joaquín takes an inhale as he prepares to speak. 

“You’re so perfect,” he says. 

The warmth instantly floods your body. 

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” you tell him. 

He dips his head almost shyly and doesn’t say anything. Instead, Joaquín pulls the condom out of the packet. 

“Wait. Lemme do it. Can I do it?” 

He looks momentarily surprised at your request, but he passes you the condom and politely places his hands on top of his thighs. 

It’s truly an excuse to feel him beneath your palm as you glide the latex barrier down his length. You revel in the warmth beneath your hand, because as soon as you’ve secured the barrier around the base of his shaft, Joaquín's leading you back without even having to touch you. He leans forward and in response, you lean all the way back until you’re nestled amongst the pillows at the head of the bed. 

“Ready?” 

You nod, letting your legs fall open for him. 

One warm hand falls to the inside of your thigh while the other disappears between your legs to line up his dick. Then, slowly, Joaquín pushes forward. The stretch is instant, you can feel yourself opening up wider and wider to fully fit him in. If you weren’t as soaked and prepped as you were, you’re sure the burn would’ve been way worse. 

For a few moments it’s like the length of him keeps going and going, but then you feel his thighs press up against the back of yours and there’s the faint feeling of his balls resting against your ass and you know he’s bottomed out. He looks at you, gauging your reaction, and your response comes in the form of linking a leg around his back.

Joaquín smiles through nothing but the twitch of the corner of his mouth upwards, and then he wastes no more time. He rests his weight on his hands at either side of your head, and pulls his hips back just to roll them forward and slide his cock back into you. 

And for a bit, Joaquín does fuck you slow and passionate. He fucks you in full strokes, a nice tempo that doesn’t overwhelm you too quickly. There’s punctuation at the end of each thrust, followed by a nearly agonizing pull back out. Whether intentional or not, Joaquín’s introducing you to the feeling of his cock filling you up, just as he’s introducing the concept of another release to you. 

But you’ve had your fill, it’s his turn now. 

You press your hands into his shoulders. They glide back, one hand grazing over the raised skin of the scar that leads down his back, the other following a smooth path, but they meet in the same place—back around the front to where his chain hangs. You hook one finger into the gold link, the other going behind his head. You pull him closer until you can nudge your noses together. 

His eyes flutter shut and his eyebrows pinch together in the center. You kiss him once and pull back to tell him, “You can use me, Joaquín. Take what you want.”

His eyes open to stare at you with confusion written on his face, bordering on hope, as if he already has an idea formed in his head of what he really wants to do to you. 

You nod assuredly. “It’s what I want.” Just as you’re about to add a quiet plea to seal the deal, Joaquín adjusts his position and then he pulls nearly all the way out of you, only to forcefully drive back into you. 

The switch is immediate. He still fucks you in complete motions, but they’re shorter, no longer the tip to the shaft each time. These are faster, much faster. It feels like he’s reaching up into your guts each time, just to pull back and do it again and again and again. 

You’re forced to find purchase again, hands digging into whatever you can find. One hand attaches to his hair and the other holds onto his chain, your legs have linked around Joaquín’s hips, your head has craned backwards, leaving the area between the base of your neck and your chest open for Joaquín to rest his forehead on. 

You can’t hear his sounds over yours, but you feel them—quick breaths let out onto the sweat coated area of your chest. You would try and silence yourself to better hear him, but you couldn’t even if you tried. 

Luckily, though, Joaquín lifts his head and notches his nose against the side of your neck instead. He kisses you right beneath your earlobe, but when he can no longer complete that action, his jaw goes slack and every single noise he makes travels directly to your ear. 

You swear and it comes out as a whimper, not even a second later Joaquín swears and it’s a deep groan all the way from the back of his throat. You call his name and he calls yours. He’s affecting you, and you’re affecting him, even just by laying back and urging him to get himself off by using your body.

“Are you close?” you eventually gather the strength, and will, to ask. 

You feel Joaquín nod against your neck. “Yeah,” he confirms, “yeah, baby, ‘m almost there.” 

Your reaction is instant. You groan, a sound that could be interpreted as frustration if you weren’t having your guts completely rearranged right now. 

He chuckles deeply against your skin. “What? What’s up?”

“C…Call me that again.”

“What? ‘Baby’? You like when I call you baby?” 

You hum affirmatively. 

Joaquín lifts his head and slots one hand against your cheek. His pace slows as he stares at you. “You’re my baby? Hm? Are you?” 

You nod, whining out an “uh-huh”. 

“Yeah?” he grins as he says it, as if he’s shocked that you agreed. You don’t know if he’s serious, if he knows that his words are holding weight even if you’re a little dumb right now, but you do mean it. 

He licks his lips and you see an idea coming to his head. “You gonna be good for me, too?” When you nod, he continues. “Be good for me, baby, and touch yourself, alright?”

He gives you the space needed and watches your hand slide down your stomach. When you use two fingers to tweak your already overstimulated clit, Joaquín nods. 

“That’s right. Just like that.” 

He resumes his original pace, this time with his eyes fully locked on your cunt. He pulls one of your legs up and throws it over his shoulder, leaning forward to get even deeper into you. 

You’re close, you’re almost there, and the erratic way Joaquín practically jackhammers into you as he chases his own release is what pushes you over. You finish just after Joaquín buries himself into you and curls his body over yours. This orgasm truly feels like a release. Everything in you melts into the world around you, just as Joaquín’s body melts on top of yours. 

He kisses the skin closest to him, first in small almost discrete pecks, and then they gradually get bigger and more audible until he’s clearly making them ridiculous on purpose. 

His cock is still nestled in you and his head is still resting on your chest when he speaks. “You think you’ll be up for a shower?”

You hum, letting the question run through your head for a minute before responding. “In about ten minutes, yeah.” 

“Take your time.”

In the meantime, Joaquín slowly slides out of you. The emptiness is immediate, but after all you’ve been through since getting back to your room, you don’t exactly hate it. Your eyes start to feel heavy but you let them close for a little while. You rely on your other senses throughout. 

The feeling of Joaquín kissing over where you think your bikini tan lines are, the rim of the glass that he brings to your lips, the sound of his voice as he gently urges you to drink, the feeling of cool water sliding down your throat. He holds you steady as you drink with a hand behind your head. Your lips turn up tiredly, and you feel his thumb at the corner of your lip catching a stray drop of water. You don’t have to open your eyes to know he’s wearing that same soft look on his features.

You’re so pampered there that you don’t force yourself to get up until you hear the shower running. 

Joaquín’s already there waiting for you at the door. He smiles when he sees you as if he’s shocked that you came, even though this is your room and your bathroom. Still, he reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you into the bathroom and in front of him. His hands push at your back, guiding you towards the shower. He pulls the door open for you and lets you step inside before he follows after you. 

You reach for the towel and soap, but stop when he tuts behind you. 

“I got it,” is all he says. So you let yourself completely relax with the feeling of Joaquín dragging the cloth up and down your limbs. He talks to you throughout, mostly asking you to lift an arm or turn around, sometimes bringing up small bits of conversation, every now and then singing bits of songs—some that you recognize, some that you don’t. There’s a familiarity now that you’ve gained since his hands had massaged sunscreen into your shoulders. 

Eventually, though, he finishes with you, leaving you to lean against the wall and watch him shower.

“You know what I realized like a few minutes ago?” he says when he’s rinsing the soap off of his body. 

“What?”

“Remember the couple from the club that first night? The one who kept buying us drinks?”

“Yeah, how could I forget?”

“Yeah well I’m pretty sure they thought we were like … swingers or some shit.”

You’re startled awake. “Huh? Why do you think that?”

“Oh I don’t think, I know. The guy gave me his number and everything. Plus you saw the way they were looking at us, and the woman kept cozying up to you.”

You frown. “I thought she was just drunk or friendly.”

“She definitely was drunk and friendly. And she also wanted you.” 

You blink. “I thought she wanted you.”

Joaquín shrugs and rinses the last of the soap from his back before he shuts the water off. “She probably did. That’s sort of part of the whole swingers gig, isn’t it?”

You laugh through a quick exhale of air. “Come on, Joaquín, let’s go to bed.” 

You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body. Joaquín follows after you. 

“Oh, I get to sleep with you tonight?” He sounds giddy when he says it, as if he wasn’t just fucking you so good that your legs are still getting used to walking again. When you tell him that, you see the unintended compliment go straight to his head. 

You end up getting exactly what you wanted. Joaquín leans into the bathroom counter with the towel hung low around his waist and his eyes watching you do your skincare routine. As soon as you’re finished, he’s trekking off to his room for a change of clothes and to do whatever he needs to do, and he comes back in nothing but boxers with a big shirt in his hand. He lays it on the counter for you casually, but you see the tips of his ears tinted just a tiny bit red when he retreats back to your room. 

You come out in his shirt to see him lying on your side of the bed, the remote in his hand and pointed at the TV. As if the entire trip had been going like this the entire time, he instantly scoots over when you come to the side of the bed and lifts the sheets for you to climb under. You lay curled into his side, telling him to click a channel playing a movie that you know he likes. 

The remote is placed on the nightstand, the lights are clicked off and you’re snuggled up next to Joaquín, wearing his shirt and talking about how the two of you are going to spend your last day of vacation. 

Not everything goes how you thought it would, though. Joaquín ends up being pretty mindful with his blanket usage. 

[amoosarte]

hello hello!! I know it has been a while since I’ve been active on this blog, but I just wanted to wish every single one of you a happy Christmas or a Hanukah! I wanted to wish you guys all good energy and luck even if you do or do not celebrate the 24th and the 25th!

I will drop a special post on new years just to start this year with something good and just to start this blog up again!

Love you guys so much!!

[amoosarte]

hiiiii im back babyyyyy! (I’m just cleaning out)

[amoosarte]

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐘 𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐑, 𝐂.𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 𝐉𝐑

SUMMARY ! in which Carlos and his wife enjoy their little life in spain with their children but are somewhat a cute family dynamic !

FACECLAIM ! julia.hatchh, TROPE ! long lasting love !

It was no secret that Carlos Sainz Jr. wanted a family of his own. Growing up in a household that held so much love was all he ever wanted in the future. He and his sister were showered with love since well..forever.

Carlos thought of it all the time while holding his wife in his arms every night, in his eyes it would be a long night for him but he wouldn't nag about it. Carlos was a sincere man, he would shush his wife to sleep when she was overstress and tired, massage her hair to caress her to sleep, then hold her while looking at her delicate body.

Carlos would study the women that had catched his heart with just a look. Those brown doe eyes just looking at her like she was the moon, he was looking at her in a way a woman dreamed of. He was utterly in love with her, wishing to be by her side forevermore.

Lana was a woman that was soft spoken, a woman that would praise him for right about everything. She would shower him with love when feeling low. She was his best friend, a woman he could never get tired of.

When the topic of children rose in conversation, Lana became shy. She had admitted she did want a family with Carlos and said it was always a thought in her head. She dreamed of them having his eyes and his way loving. It had almost brought him to tears, twirling her around in excitement.

With that, they were blessed with a baby boy. His name soonly becoming Lorenzo Sainz, most of his uncles calling him 'Enzo'. A boy that look exactly like his mamita, but having his papitos eyes. He was and adored toddler until simply two years later he had his baby sister.

Carolina Sainz was her father's carbon copy with her mamitas eyes, and she was a daddy's girl. Becoming the princess of the Sainz family, with everyone adoring her.

Carlos decided that this would be enough for him, becoming traumatize with his wife pregnancy. Lana would admit both of them were harsh pregnancies but she didn't want to let her husband down.

Now they were a simple family living in spain, somewhere near a part of the ocean. In hacienda spanish style home, where both children live their childhood dreams.

"Caro, linda, estás listo para ir a ver a papi?" Lana said while making her son look presentable. Lorenzo just looked at his mother while she called out for her four year old daughter. "Si mami, me miro bonita?"

Although she looked like her father, she had a bit of her mother witty personality. "Preciosa." Lana smiled at the girl, sitting her down on the bathroom counter. Her silky brown hair were tied into pigtails, making her look absolutely stunning. "yo tambien?" her little boy said.

"guapo." She said before kissing them on their cheeks, staining their brown skin with a lipstick stain. "Listos para mirar ver a papá en su auto de carreras?" Lana smiled sweetly at them, watching them nod furiously.

They left the house on time, driving to see Carlos drive. It was somewhat special since it was a home race but if Carlos was being honest, it was Carolina's first time watching him race in person.

Trust that he told every soul in the paddock, and they loved seeing the spanish driver all excited. Though he wished it was under a better situation, Ferrari didn't extend his contract and he somewhat he needed to focus on landing on the podium.

"Well aren't you excited!" A very well known english accent rand from behind him. "You have no idea." Carlos smiled sincerely at Lando, making the younger boy laugh. "Is our princess coming for the first time today?" Lando was not going to express it but he loved the kids to an extent.

"Yes, and I must land on the podium to celebrate it." Carlos said half serious and half jokingly. Lando rolled his eyes playfully the wishing him luck.

Carlos had entered the Ferrari garage before a squeak called out to him. “Papi!” There she was the golden girl of Ferrari.

"Caro!" Carlos immediately crouch down to embrace his little girl, a large grin spreading like wildfire across his lips. "Papi! Papi! estoy de igualitas con mami!" Carolina let go of him and jumped before spinning around. "Si? Donde esta mami preciosa?" Carlos asked and right on que, Lana walked right in.

She was wearing white sundress with her red ballerina flats, looks gorgeous in his eyes. Then his eyes drifted to his son, cuddled in his mother's arms. Carlos sighed before listing his little girl up into his arms. "Todo bien amor?" Lana asked him, earning a smile from him.

"Se puso mucho mejor desde que te vi entrar.." Carlos kissed while she let out a small laugh. Carlos then felt a small hand push him off his wife, right beside him was his son looking quite annoyed. "¿No te dije que tu mamá no puede te cargar por tanto tiempo?" Carlos told his son who just stuck his tongue out.

"Papi, es tio cha!" Carolina squealed and ran to one of her uncles, who gladly picked her up. "Tioo cha!" Enzo jumped out of his others arms and ran towards his uncle. While the kids were occupied by their uncle and knowing colleagues, Carlos dragged his wife to his arms who gladly embraced him.

"Todo bien amor?" Lana asked yet again but in her soft honey voice, making Carlos melt almost immediately. "Solo estoy nervioso." He mumbled into her ginger hair, she then let go of him and walked towards Charles. "Can you watched them for a minute Charles?" She asked him, making him nod and go towards Alex to introduce the kids to her.

"Amor, no tienes por qué estar nervioso, eres un gran piloto, eres el mejor." Lana cupped his face after entering his driver room, making him relax a bit in her arms. She smiled softly analyzing every adoring feature on him, of course she saw bits of children in him and that made her happy. Carlos would say the exact same thing, he could only be so greatful.

"Dale gana, pero no olvides que te amamos." With that she kissed him on his nose. Carlos had laughed just a bit before lunging in to kiss her properly.

With his wife and kids encouragement, Carlos came out on 2rd, proudly standing at his home podium. With Carolina and Lorenzo screaming happily for their papa. Not missing how they ran towards him after his podium, knocking him to the ground.

What a cute family.

MENTIONS ! @landitolover, @moneygramhaas, @d6za1, @ch3rryknots @louvrepool @thearchieves

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[amoosarte]

litreally so cute!! god I relate so much to this boy!! 😭

all da ladies love leo valdez ! leo x daughter of poseidon!reader

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ in which, leo has a crush on yet another girl that’s beyond his league, percy’s sister … and his friends flame him for not being able to confess his feelings!

— this is set in like… university ?? obviously jason doesn’t die…hope u enjoy my first ever fic on here!! might be ooc, soz🫐 also jeyna is a thing…. sorry not sorry!! 🤓😂 (it’s actually not even relevant to this story, but i thought i’d let u know…)

IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 4th, 2024

beauty queen

do yall ever wonder how it’s impossible to not pull hoes

like it sounds like a real SKILL issue

superman

who are you talking about, pipes?

beauty queen

who do u think I’m talking about???

the only mfo who doesn’t have a gf???

do NOT play dumb jason grace

latino elf

oh wow

talking shit in the gc is crazzyyy

superman

i wasn’t!

she was.

beauty queen

do not make me pull up our private messages

latino elf

i see how it is…..

😔 it’s always the bitches u think u can trust…

superman

ok

beauty queen

why is he the driest man alive

this why we didn’t last ong😭

latino elf

or maybe because ur lebanese ???

superman

she’s cherokee huh

wait is that supposed to say lesbian?

latino elf

isn’t that what it says…

beauty queen

💀💀

ok… anyway can we talk about the fact that leo has

been madly in love with y/n since like… forever???

latino elf

no thanks

didn’t ask

not true

lying on my name

superman

yeah yeah whatever helps you sleep at night

beauty queen

he’s down bad shhh

latino elf

OHHH GODDD 😭😭😔😔😔

ok so what if i like her shes so fine

and so nice and sooo mermaid 🧜‍♀️

beauty queen

she is very fine and very nice

and yes she’s very mermaid

superman

we all know he isn’t going to say

anything to her, though, right??

latino elf

hahaha 😂 wdym 😂

i’d tell her if percy weren’t her brother

superman

that didn’t stop you from trying to

flirt with MY sister though???????

latino elf

yeah that’s different tho

she COULDNT go out with me

beauty queen

not like she wanted to anyway

latino elf

gtfo

anyway i don’t plan on telling her that

i have any slight interest in her! 😎

superman

you should though

bet she likes you too

beauty queen

don’t feed into his delusions

superman

gosh pipes, pipe it down a notch

latino elf

fr listen to my bro ‼️

how would i even tell her dawggg

WHAT IF she rejects me 🤨 BOOM FRIENDSHIP GONE

superman

yeah i guess so

but yolo ???

latino elf

yolo my ass bro😒

superman

ok sorry for trying to help

beauty queen

this why she dont want u

latino elf

yeah nd thats why yo relationship was a LIE 🤣

superman

😐

beauty queen

🖕🏼

latino elf

lol ur mad

ok bye u guys are a snooze fest 😴

beauty queen

go talk to ur gf

latino elf

i will, beauty queen 🫡

IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 4th, 2024

leo 🛠️

hey hey mermaid

y/n 🦈

hi leo !

whats up :)

leo 🛠️

the sky duh

nothing much tho, just chilling in my dorm

u should totally pull up

y/n 🦈

we’ll see 🧐

i’m in the library rn

leo 🛠️

nerd alert ‼️

y/n 🦈

ok but when u fail our exams dont come crying

leo 🛠️

if it were math/science i would be resting peacefully

but no fr i did study, trust 🙏🏼

y/n 🦈

not that u needed it though

you’re smart enough

leo 🛠️

wowie thanks mermaid

da ladies wish they had my smarts

y/n 🦈

🤨🤨

leo 🛠️

sorry that came out SO wrong 😭

y/n 🦈

ok ok well pull up to the library

perhaps i need ur smarts

leo 🛠️

si señora

will be there in a few 😎

shark_girl • 2h

send message ♡ ➣

pipermstealer replied to your story

omg he wants uuu 😳😳🤣😂

shark_girl

why are u insane

😅😅😅

pipermstealer

i am not insane he wants u

what boy willingly wants to study w a girl

shark_girl

one that’s my friend???

pipermstealer

friend my ass bro

he wanna kiss u so bad…

matching usernames??? THE MAAAN WANTS UU 😭

shark_girl

be fr we’ve had them since we were

like fifteen 🙄🙄

pipermstealer

bro get out I’m actually DONE

u have to wake up queen 😭🙏🏼

IMESSAGE, PIPER & JASON July 5th, 2024

pipes 🌸

i am so SO DONE with yn

jason ⚡️

why

pipes 🌸

bc she’s convinced that leo don’t want her

jason ⚡️

i think its very obvious

do you think yn wants leo thats the real question

pipes 🌸

ABSOLUTELY ?????

she has extreme heart eyes for him

but she’s better at hiding it

jason ⚡️

wait are you being serious

NO WAY

NO WAY??

a girl out of his league actually wants him 🤨

piper 🌸

wait I thought u knew???

jason ⚡️

uhm no

she must be good at hiding it

piper 🌸

or boys are just dense

jason ⚡️

ok well…….

we have to get them together

cause I’m so tired of hearing leo ramble abt her

piper 🌸

ok well i’m tired of yn too

how do we get them together

jason ⚡️

uh I don’t know?????

now why would you think I know

aren’t YOU the daughter of aphrodite

maybe YOU should know 😒

pipes 🌸

someone’s mad

but i don’t know?

one of them has to say something eventually….

jason ⚡️

no way, leo would never… not too sure about yn though.

leo cares too much about their friendship

and he is convinced she only sees him as a friend

and he’s deathly afraid to ruin their friendship

pipes 🌸

why do we have dumb friends

why can’t THEY SEEEE

jason ⚡️

yeah it’s very annoying

man, maybe we shouldn’t interfere?

let them figure it out themselves

pipes 🌸

unless u want leo to date the first girl

who gives him the opportunity to date her,

i think we SHOULD interfere! not a lot just a tiny bit 🤏🏼

jason ⚡️

well i guess you have a point… but how?

pipes 🌸

OK hear me out fr

u share a dorm with leo, yeah?

he always leaves his phone unattended

go into twt and make sure he isnt logged into his private account

jason ⚡️

where is this headed

pipes 🌸

ok shut up

OK but make sure hes on the main

since he always talks about her on his priv

so if yn sees a tweet about her then

SHES GOTTA KNOW

jason ⚡️

FIRST OF ALL thats an invasion of privacy

SECOND OF ALL what if she doesn’t see it before

leo realizes that wasn’t tweeted on his private account

pipes 🌸

no she like stalks his twitter so she’ll see!

and uhm so what if it’s an invasion of privacy

he’ll thank us once he gets the girl of his dreams 🙄

jason ⚡️

ok then….

i’ll do it

but if this backfires i was not apart of it

pipes 🌸

yeah yeah whatever

i’ll take the blame

FIVE DAYS LATER, TWITTER!

IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 10th, 2024

latino elf

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

IM JUMPING OFF THE NEAREST CLIFF

it was so nice knowing u two

superman

don’t kys ur so sexy haha

what happened though

latino elf

i accidentally tweeted something

about yn.

on my main.

superman

hey man, maybe she didn’t see?

beauty queen

yeah she probably didn’t

latino elf

yeah u guys are RIGHT 😅

she DIDN’T SEE IT!!!

beauty queen

mhm

latino elf

you’re being oddly quiet…

beauty queen

sorry????? IM BUSY

latino elf

yeah huh

superman

you’re crazy

latino elf

oh my god i’m gonna throw up

my friend ship is over with her

she messaged meEEE

HELPPPP

superman

MESSAGE HER BACK???

GO GO GO GOOO BRO

latino elf

no i’m leaving her on delivered

beauty queen

i swear to gods if u don’t message her

jason and i WILL jump you 😭😭

superman

exactly!!

latino elf

it was so nice being her friend 🫤

beauty queen

BRO STFU AND READ HER MESSAGE???

latino elf

ok fine

bye…..

IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 10th, 2024

y/n 🦈

leo did u mean to tweet that?

leo 🛠️

tweet what 🤨

y/n 🦈

you know what I’m talking about

you’re not stupid

leo 🛠️

you’re crazy

i got hacked by

jason

y/n 🦈

you’re crazier for thinking I’d believe you

so… u did mean to?

leo 🛠️

i don’t want to ruin our friendship

please don’t let this ruin it

you’re my bestest friend

y/n 🦈

gosh let me talk

i thought you didn’t like me

so i never said anything…?

but i like you, leo. i really do

leo 🛠️

oh my god

are you serious

wait i’m going to your dorm

y/n 🦈

what??

Delivered

Leo looked at his phone for a good second and then left it on his bed, unattended. he ran to your residence hall— it didn’t matter to him that it was quite literally on the other side of campus. he needed to hear you say the words he had been waiting to hear since he was fifteen. he’d always had a slight crush on you, mostly off and on.

But during the summer, he had fallen for you even harder than he thought he could. he never thought that he could love someone as much as he loved you. anyway, he was practically dying as he ran to your dorm! his hair was disheveled, and he was panting a bit. he wasn’t sure if he was sweaty because he was nervous, or because he had just ran to get to your dorm.

He knocked on your door three times.

You jumped out of your bed. you felt like throwing up from how nervous you were. you quickly slid on your slippers, and looked in the mirror before you opened the door for him. (making the poor boy wait). you adjusted your hair, making sure it sat right.

You took a deep breath before opening the door. you almost didn’t, but a voice in your head was telling you that you’d be an idiot if you didn’t open the door. your hands gripped the doorknob, and then unlocked it. leo was practically dying because you were taking years to open the stupid door. you finally opened it, getting met by a disheveled-sweaty-flushed leo valdez.

“Hi.” he croaked out, his voice cracking slightly. he felt like he was on fire, literally. he wanted this to be over with! well, no, that’s a lie. he just wanted to be your boyfriend already.

“…Hi.” you answered, your voice was quiet. you had an awkward smile on your face. you were praying that you would just drown at this moment. you’d much rather enjoy that than this.

He cleared his throat, and finally spoke after a long minute of awkward silence. The two looked at each other “I really… really like you. I.. Uh.. You obviously know that already, but I wanna tell you in person?” he said, nodding along with his own words. his hands went to fumble with the hem of his shirt, anxiously waiting for your response.

“I really like you, too.” You replied. you didn’t feel as nervous as anymore when he started to talk. you felt your face getting hotter, and your smile getting bigger. he grinned at you like an idiot.

He thought that he was dreaming when you said you liked him. The start of something. “Really?” He asked, just wanting to hear you say it again. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. He thought never in a million years that you’d ever like him! You were totally out of his league. you were so awesome, so pretty, and so sweet.

You nodded again, rolling your eyes. “Yes, really.”

THREE MONTHS LATER… INSTAGRAM!

shark_girl

🎶 let the light in : lana del rey (feat. father john misty)

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shark_girl happy three million years with my boy!!! i love u so so so much leo 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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lava_boy who is that sexy man in the 2nd slide

→ shark_girl idk i found him at the store……

lava_boy we’re literally like this 🤞🏼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

lava_boy te quiero !!

→ shark_girl 🤍🤍

lava_boy ugh why do we literally solo everyone in new rome

→ shark_girl ntm on percabeth !!!!

→ percysbeth 🫡🫡

pipermstealer yeah you’re welcome 🥱

→ supermantaylorsversion i did all the work

→ pipermstealer i gave u the idea

→ lava_boy thank u jason 😒 thank u piper 🙄

→ pipermstealer i hope she leaves u

→ shark_girl woah guys no need to say that

percysbeth i support 🤫 (pls cook for me leo)

→ lava_boy on it 😎

lava_boy

🎶 ivy : frank ocean

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lava_boy I would like to thank poseidon for being a father to my wonderful girlfriend of THREE DECADES 😎

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shark_girl I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN’ WHEN U SAID U LOVEEEE MEEE 😭😭😭

→ lava_boy the start of nothin 🦈

shark_girl i’m taylor lautner

→ lava_boy FORREAL

shark_girl hi bf 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

→ lava_boy hello girlfriend.

→ shark_girl 😭😭😭

pipermstealer no because you guys are actually cute

→ lava_boy ACTUALLY cute 🤨

→ pipermstealer what do u want me to say yall are actually ugly

→ shark_girl pipe it down a notch 😔

supermantaylorsversion he’s a romantic now

→ lava_boy erm i’ve always been one get out 🤓

percysbeth no cause yn has actually dressed up as a shark

→ lava_boy send pics or it didn’t happen

→ percysbeth check imsg

→ shark_girl i thought that was PRIVATE

→ lava_boy LMFAOO U LOOKED SO GOOFY

→ shark_girl you’re done….

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ hello….. first smau done 😎 hopefully u really like this bc i died ten times whilst making it !!! uhmm pls lmk what you thought about it 🥲!!! i was sort of rushing at the end, so umm.. shhh 🤫…. @thelostheroo @amoosarte

also i will have a master list soon….???? (hopefully) and my requests are OPEN! so, plsplsplspls request…. con amor, mo!

[amoosarte]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which I give you little headcanons on our pole sitter, who is sweet but spicy, and eventually will drive you insane.

WARNINGS ! +18, kinks, dirty talk, public sex mention, degradation, trust me it gets bewildering, the use of google translate dutch, and just sexual word !

NOTE ! this was a request made by @biancathecool, in which i will admit was a bit long ago, but here is the req you sent and I hope you enjoy it, again thank you for the sweet words !

The way, Max is a heavy sleeper and once he is able to relax in bed there no use in waking him. It's a pro and con in your relationship, you're automatically a night owl and he uses you as a pillow in which you don't mind but he does worry for you. "Schat, want me to make you tea? je moet gaan slapen.." He says as he snuggles into you, wanting to melt his body to become one with you, and with that you place your phone down and decide to sleep.

The way, Max starts to makeout with you is somewhat rushed and heated. Max likes to dive into your lips and eat you hole, there is no chance to breathe at first but he lets you after you exchange saliva for a bit. He loves to see you so dazed, makes him melt. "did you get weak in the knees, Schat?" He says before smirking, then going to kiss you again.

The way, Max is the type to always cling to you. His hand will always be on you, he never wants to let you go. He will hold anything your carrying, he will buy you everything you want, if only in exchange he gets to hold your hands during it. "Maxie, I just need to go check if this fits me.." "I'll go with you." He's like a lost child, always by your side.

The way, Max loves to be gentle with you in bed. He loves to thrust into you while running his rough hands on your delicate body. Only sweet words dripping out in such a low voice that make you wanna release all over him. "Taking me in so well, mijn leven." "Do you need a break, or can you keep you, Schat?" Max loves to look at you in all your glory, makes him want to become one with you.

The way, Max loves talking to you in his native tongue when you're just talking in bed. His words just feel so right in your ears, like you understand everything. You try to understand, Dutch is something you're trying to learn for him. He's drifting off to sleep bit by bit and he's rambling to you, and you love it. "Ik wil een hond bij je hebben, misschien een mooi huis met twee verdiepingen? En een tuin en een grote achtertuin voor onze kinderen, ik wil je voor altijd…." He says as his hums become snores and vibration on your chest.

The way, Max is a complete switch. He can be the bottom and would love it, he loves seeing you take control once in awhile. He's a vocal man, he will moan, he will let you know what he likes when you ride him. "Again, Mijn liefje, oh oh! harder.." He isn't scared to switch into a top again, you tease him too much, and well it was fun while it lasted.

The way, Max is a introvert but once you enter the paddock, he flips a switch and suddenly he's a extrovert. He is a golden retriever boyfriend only when you're around. This makes the fans go crazy, making him get flustered easily. "Yeah, I think we should stick to this plan, unless we want to– Schat!" He quickly leaves some engineer before running towards you, hugging you into a bone crushing hug.

The way, Max was a complete mess when you first did it. Let's be honest, he was a boy only interested in motor sport, he hadn't planned having a girlfriend so soon. He was a man who has never felt a sexual touch of a woman. "Like this? won't it hurt?" He would blabber questions during sex, not wanting to get anything wrong.

The way, Max tries to not get you to met his dad. He tell you everything, how he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, only his mom and sister. How his dad made his childhood traumatic, and how he's an ass. In the end, you meeting him is inevitable. "Nice to meet you sir." You try to kindly smile at him and his harsh tone makes you ticked off. Then Max comes to your rescue and swoops you out of the situation. "Don't worry about him, Schat."

The way, Max has two kinks, and one of them is Impact play. He loves spanking you, making your skin become red and flush. Though it only started when you were teasing him too much, he gives your ass a good spank and it makes you moan out like a whore. So you ask him to do it again and it grows on him, he spanks you and you act like a whore and he loves it. "Like that? You're acting feral, Mijn liefje."

The way, Max is sappy for traditional love. He loves to take you out, loves to spoil you, loves to slow dance with you. He loves seeing you smile at him so softly. He loves to think of marrying you one day, to only have you in his life. "Did you love the flowers?" He says as he hugs you after a long day at work, he knows it cheers you up and helps you push through the day.

The way, Max's other kink is a edging kink. It goes two ways, he loves doing it to you or loves it being done to him. He loves watching your legs flinch hard, as you grip the white sheets and moan out. He speed up and then stops making you cry, he does it more until he lets you cum. "Sorry Schat.." he hums out. The other way would be him ties up and you teasing him to the core, he's all flushed and red, begging you to let him release and you don't let him, in which it makes him cry and you love that look on him.

The way, Max would think you're too sweet for him, not liking the fact that he couldn't reciprocate the feeling you gave to him, because he simply doesn't know how too. "Maxie why are you so deep in thought?" That is a question so over used, and simply he didn't know why. "You're too sweet for me." A saying that will always confuse you.

The way, Max absolutely looks so good when you're looking up at him while sucking him off while he plays sims. Like it would be a random night and you'd be clingy and eventually end up between his thighs, he needed to be quiet because he was on call. He would muffle, grumble everything, but when he looks down at you and you flutter your eyelashes at him, he will lose it and end the call and game.

The way, Max would come back home to see you wrapped around blankets and two cats on top of you. The three things he loved dearly in one place. Jimmy and Sassy, cuddled up into your warmth while you're asleep. Max would melt while trying to snuggle right next to you too.

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account is so pretty !!

thank you sm, I love yours sm!! 🥹

[amoosarte]

smiling while reading this, it’s so sweet!!

LOVE STORY, M. VERSTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader.

SUMMARY — Going out on dates with Max means taking a lot of pictures to share them on Instagram. Max has never complained, in fact, he's more than happy to show the world just how much he enjoys every single one of those dates.

GWEN'S RADIO MESSAGE. requested by @amoosarte "reader and max go out a ton dates during winter break, with max posing awkwardly while reader is taking picture every second if they go on a date, so max switched it around and take a bunch of photos of her and it's just so adorable and he's so whipped?" i had so much fun looking for max and his gf's pictures because he's literally the 🧍‍♂️emoji in every single one of their pics. so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i hope you like it!

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yourusername Hello, Paris! Winter break has started and what a better way to celebrate than with a first date in the city of love with this handsome man. 💋​🤍​

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user01 relationship goals

user02 forever grateful with for giving us max content

landonorris thanks for not taking your child with you.

yourusername what don't you understand about romantic holiday? we don't want u here ⤷ landonorris wait did you hear that? it was my heart breaking. completely shattered. 😞​ maxverstappen1 you're welcome! 😁​👊​ ⤷ landonorris i always knew you never wanted me

user03 the pov girlies of tiktok are gonna have a feast

user04 MY PARENTS

francisca.cgomes come and visit, i miss you!

yourusername just let me get rid of max first and i'll come to you, baby maxverstappen1 stop trying to steal my gf from me ⤷ francisca.cgomes she wants me

user05 the second pic is so pinterest coded

user06 max not wearing red bull merch? am i dreaming?

user07 the girlfriend effect is real

maxverstappen1 everyone needs to know that we walked around paris for hours trying to find that coffee place you wanted to try. i feet still hurt!

yourusername you love me ⤷ maxverstappen1 shut up

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yourusername Everything's better if I'm with you.

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user08 omg im gonna cry they look so cute

user09 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

user10 sleeping on the highway sounds like a good idea

danielricciardo disgusting

yourusername you're just jealous

charles_leclerc went on holiday without me? :(

landonorris they left me too ⤷ yourusername OH SHUT UP ⤷ landonorris NEVER.

maxverstappen1 you can join us in st. tropez ⤷ landonorris can i join too? danielricciardo already packing pierregasly count me in oscarpiastri @/danielricciardo pick me up maxverstappen1 I WAS TALKING TO CHARLES

user11 sick and tired of not having my own max verstappen

user12 obsessed with max "heart eyes" verstappen

user13 HE LOVES HER SM

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yourusername We had a reservation at a fancy restaurant today but instead of dressing up, we chose to stay home and build a flower bouquet out of Legos. 🥺​🤍

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user14 they 😭​ stayed home 😭​ instead

georgerussell63 donuts are not on his diet.

maxverstappen1 SHUT UP GEORGE yourusername it's winter break ge, he's allowed ⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah baby defend me

user15 why is no one talking about MAX'S CHEST ON DISPLAY?????

user16 oh she knows what she's doing ⤷ yourusername no idea what you're talking about. 🤭​

user17 i am BEGGING you to stop i'm too single for this

user18 MY OH MY

user19 yn's comment section always delivers

user20 happy for them and not at all jealous

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user21 kill me now please i can't leave knowing i'll never find someone who loves me as much as max loves y/n

user22 THE WAY HE'S GRABBING HER LEG?

user23 MR. VERSTAPPEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

alex_albon where did you two go

yourusername you've reached y/n's voicemail please speak after after the tone

oscarpiastri please remember i'm sharing a wall with you

charles_leclerc good luck mate yukitsunoda0511 i have earplugs if you need some ⤷ maxverstappen1 WTF YUKI

user24 WHAT IS GOING ON AAAA

user25 i can't keep lying to myself. i want a relationship like the one max and y/n have like you can clearly see how much they love each other

user26 OBSESSED WITH THIS DATE SAGA PLS DON'T STOP

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maxverstappen1 I just couldn't leave you without showing you my POV.

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user27 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYD SJDJHSDJKN

user28 all men should be like max verstappen

yourusername i didn't even notice you taking half of these. words cannot express how much i love you.

user29 "my pov" MY PARENTS

landonorris you actually made her look pretty

yourusername i'll cut the brakes of your car ⤷ landonorris THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER

user30 they're so adorable its disgusting

user31 i'm 100% sure their friends are so sick of them

charles_leclerc yes pierregasly you're right landonorris i throw up every time i see them georgerussell63 finally someone understands

user32 STOP THIS MADNESS

user33 oh she has him wrapped around her finger

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[amoosarte]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐎.𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈

SUMMARY ! in which Oscar wants to have his first with his girlfriend and so does she, but how if the both of them have no experience?

WARNINGS ! sexual intentions, making out, somewhat of vanilla sex, fingering, p in v, and sweet actions!

Oscar didn't know what lead him to want to do this, but he had grown a feeling towards it. He knows everything, for god sake he's a boy whos eventually gotten curious of sex and searched it up.

He's a hardcore virgin, and a horny one at it. His girlfriend, Olivia was a victim to his steamy makeout sessions. Olivia was taught to keep it until marriage if she wanted too but god was her boyfriend making it hard too. Oscar never forced her to sleep with him, god it was scary just for him too.

So after his first podium in Japan was his tilting warning. The night had became soft and romantic with Olivia prasing Oscar, telling how good he did at today's race. They had just came back from his after party and he was just a bit tipsy.

So they ended up making out with Olivia on top of him, his large arms wrapped around her, making her arch back dig deeper towards him. Kissing wasn't anything new to them but it was always sweet kissing, this was steaming hot.

Oscar's throat bobbed up like he was thirsty, he became so needy when her hands began to play with his hair. He became hard, and it was poking at Olivia through her dress.

She herself was needy as fuck, she wouldn't confess but she was wet just from him kissing her like the universe was going to snatch her away from him. "You're hard Oscar.." She muttered as her hips rubbed against him, making him moan a little.

"I"ll take care of it later, let's just keep kissing." He said with a tiny voice, before devouring her lips. She couldn't simply ignore the throbbing pain in her stomach, she wanted him.

"Take me Oscar." Olivia huffed out as Oscar laid her on the white hotel bed. Oscar was about to say something before he had to take a double take on what she said. "What?" He stood before her, her words freshly imprinted on his mind. "Let's do it Oscar."

Was what Oscar suppose to do? This is his first, he was her first. "You sure?" He asked, one knee on the bed, while of his hands grabbed her knew, prepared to open her legs wide.

"Yeah, just I don't know how to please you..." Olivia said red as ferrari, Oscar made her nervous. "Olivia." He whispered, was he crazy? Did her just admitting she wanted to please him, turn him on? Yes, yes it did. He was crazy. He rubbed his face, it was getting too hot. "Olivia."

His next move made her want to moan out loud as possible and she did just not that loud. He had open her legs like she was a slut, his body slipping through to kiss her.

Oscar smashed his lips on hers thinking of nothing, his large palm tangled itself in her burnt orange hair. It was like he was eating her whole, like it would be the last time he was going to kiss her.

Olivia relaxed as his kisses felt so reassuring, then his other large palm dragges itself down to her thigh, making her open her legs even more. Oscar finally let her breath, he was scared to continue but this was a step they both needed to take.

"I'll be gentle, tell me to stop whenever." Oscar said before lifting himself up from they lying position, he's now sitting front of her cunt. His rough hands played with her dresses ruffles before lifting it up, her black laced panties were the first thing he saw, he's never been that red in his life.

The bulge in his pants wasn't helping him at all either. His finger then went under the band and pulled them off, god was she the most beautiful thing he's seen. "You're so pretty." Oscar had said before looking up toward her. Olivia's hands covered her mouth, afraid she would let out a lewd sound.

Oscar breath trembled as he let one of his fingers slip in between her slick folds, making her groan. Oscar let his finger get soaked with her sweet juices, before trying to jam one of his fingers in her. "Does that feel bad?" He asked her, Olivia shook her head.

"Osc, I've fingered myself before, it's just.." She whispered, she was admitting a fucking secret. "just your fingers are bigger than mine.." Olivia looked at him, and he stood still. Olivia was virgin yes, but that doesn't mean she hasn't seen anything.

She wasn't going to lie but Oscar has some good looking hands, and when she's busy she lets her mind run wild to the hands she was god forgive so addicted too. 

Oscar sighed as he continued to work his fingers, the wet sounds became louder once he added more fingers. Oscar's mind became clouded as Olivia moaned right into his ear.

Her vocal chords were like music to his growing dirty mind. They were starting to make Oscar do anything to hear them. Her sweet honey voice, it would put him in a trance. His hands were the thing that drove her crazy, he noticed.

By the way her cunt would swallow them in. The way her face looked, the way she inhaled. Olivia's back arched at the moment, to be honest anything he did would make her arch.

Olivia whined as they left her wet fold, she looked at oscar who was throwing his party shirt off, letting his slim but muscular body be on display for him. God the view she saw.

Oscar looked at her dazed before pulling her up. "Are you going to allow me to take this dress off?" Oscar said, making her smile devilishly.

"Don't know? Did you like the dress?" Olivia teased him, tracing the belt on his hips, noticing he had a light happy trail. "As much as I love it, I prefer to see it on the floor." Oscar teased, caressing her face, taking note that her face became red.

Olivia giggled, wrapping her arms around him. "Then I'll let your dream come true, take it off for me handsome." Olivia hooked her hands on his brunette hair. She could feel his large hands, trail up her back going up to the zipper.

Her back was now exposed to the cold air making her flinch at the movement, unhooking her arms off of him. Laying still on the mattress, as he took the cream color dress off.

Oscar could only look at her in awe, the white mattress making her stand out. Her caramel skin made her look perfect.

Her hair fits around her face well. Olivia could feel his gaze, making her nervous. Oscar took notice and quickly peeled the dress off.

"You're beautiful, sorry If i'm saying it too much." Oscar leaned down, kissing her once more. Olivia smiled at his stupid little apology, but her core was whining for touch.

Olivia looked at Oscar nervously, before running her palm up his bulge. Making him hiss at the sudden contact, he saw her become greedy just like him. Oscar finally took his dick out, making her quiet up.

Olivia could only look, afraid to make a noise. "You can make as much noise as you want." He whispered, before grabbing her hand gently and making her trace a vein on his dick.

They both huff, as Oscar went to grab a condom. Putting the slick, plastic on his throbbing dick. "Are you ready?" Oscar kissed her cheek, Olivia could only nod.

Oscar pushed in nice and slow, making her groan and whine. Tears brimming her eyes, as the inserting caused her pleasure and pain. "All in, how you holding in?" Oscar voice trembled, her body was a sanctuary, and he was losing it.

She felt so good, he was afraid to come as soon as he entered. "I'm fine, just give me a minute." Olivia huffed out. They waited two minutes (just in case, oscar's idea) before Olivia said it was good to move.

Oscar was hesitant, but Olivia reassured him that if she felt uncomfortable she would tell him to stop. She shuddered as she felt him slowly pull out, then shove right back in. After a few more whines and moans, Olivia finally ushered him to go faster.

Olivia let out a pathetic moan, the thrusting made the bundle in her stomach send waves of pleasure towards her. Tilting her to the very edge, making her become vocal once again.

She felt Oscar grab her hand tightly, she let her eyes open for a bit, seeing the boy pound into her crumble bit by bit. "God Oli, you feel so good." He whined, thrusting not faltering a bit.

Oscar didn't know if him being vocal was a good thing, but it felt right when her cunt squeeze him hard just to hear him again. "Ah—" Olivia was rudely interrupted when when Oscar grabbed her hips as he wanted to go deeper.

"Oscar my god —" Olivia's eyes rolled back, as his tongue was shoved into her mouth. Olivia felt a hot sensation on her face, his lips were so fucking addictive.

Everything about Oscar was addictive, his touch, his voice, everything. Everything was becoming stuffy and hot and everything was tilting even more.

"I'm cummin, m'hgod!" Olivia clungged to Oscar tightly, arching her back to the point her own nipples were brushing against his. "ugh—w-wait for me, please." Oscar shut his eyes tightly, letting his mouth against her neck open up with more lewd noise that made their way to her ears.

Letting his hot breath fan up the creek of her neck, the fresh hickeys making her flinch. "I can't, stoo'much." Oliva gave up, letting the bucket in her stomach tip over, having her first orgasm with Oscar's dick in her.

"Oh! oscarr—" She screamed out, however the boy wasn't done yet. He hugged her tightly as he moaned out his release, pulling midway.

The plastic filled with a pearly white substance thrown away, right next to their clothes. Oscar laid right next to her, pulling her close as he huffed out, feeling somewhat worn out.

"That was amazing, I didn't hurt you right?" Oscar pulled away, looking at her brown eyes. "Nope, and agreed."She smiled at him, making him swell up with tears. "baby why are you crying?" Olivia asked.

"Thank you for letting me be your first." Oscar kissed her palm, while she smiled at him. "No, thank you for letting me be your first."She said before they both laughed.

They could only reunite with one more kiss. Deciding this was definitely the way to end such a passionate night.

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WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW 𝜗𝜚 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎

━━━ in which he knows he’s fallen for her but chooses to ignore it but she doesn’t, causing both of them heartbreak…

Jess wouldn’t know what love feels like, simply because he doesn’t know how it feels like. Coming from a mother who was too busy getting boyfriends than to be paying attention to her son, he didn’t know.

He was a troubled teenager, he knew but he didn’t care, but living in such a small town, it made him go insane. Then again it gave him the chance to experience love.

Her name was Maggie short for Margaret, she was a sweet experience for Jess, but he wouldn't say that out loud. She was a girl with a sweet attitude if approach with one, though Jess didn't really introduce himself like that.

He laid eyes on her the moment he entered his uncles diner, she was helping a customer and bussing tables. "Mags, come over here for a sec." Luke gestured the girl over, making her slowly but surely examine the boy.

"This is my nephew, Jess." Luke introduced him, in which he had a bratty face, looking the girl up and down with judgement. "Jess, this is one of my employes named Margaret." Luke signaled to the girl.

"Pleased to meet you." She wiped her hand with her waist apron, wanting to shake the boys hand. "Right.." Jess pushed around her, making her just stand there. Luke sighed and walked over to Jess taking him upstairs.

Margaret looked at the boy with a glare and got back to work.

The second time Jess had an encounter with Margaret was when he was escaping dinner at the Gilmore household. He was sneaking out from the back and making his way on the main road, there he heard a light voice reading.

It was a story he's heard about it but never read it, but it made him surprise who was reading it. There she was, sitting in by her window, was Margaret, quietly but somehow clear in her words when reading. "Taming of the Shrew?" Jess smirked looking up.

It made the girl jump in her skin, quickly shutting her book, looking down to see the boy smiling. She looked at the boy confused, she was out of her work attire and she hadn't seen the boy since that day.

"Jess, was it?" Margaret asked, looking at the boy, in which he nodded. "why are you here, at night, all alone?" She asked, looking around the street. "Escaped dinner." He muttered. His eyes shifted towards her, he examined her.

Her hair was loose (she was a brunette, he noticed) and a semi large 'The Smiths' shirt covered her upper half. He smiled stupidly, looking up at her again. "the smiths?" He said it like it was a joke. She focused her attention to him again. "yes? they're my favorite band." She says.

"Interesting choice.." Jess said making it a bit insulting. "At least it's not ABBA.." She muttered making him whip his head back at her. "No way you think of that." He wanted to laugh. "Go home Jess!" Margaret said before shutting her window's close.

Jess had this asshole smile, as he walked away, he knew something of her little by little.

Jess didn't really like Star Hallow, but this was interesting. "Whatcha doing?" He leaned on the diner counted looking at the girl below, in which she was organizing the inside of her basket. "Getting ready for the Annual Basket auction." She replies.

"Got good stuff in there?" Jess tried to peek in it before she closed it, looking up at his as if he was stupid. "You have to bid on it if you want to know whats in there." Margaret huffs up as she walks into the back to get her coat.

"So what if I bid on it?" Jess asked, this got her attention. "Now why would you do that?" She asked making him wonder about it before replying. "To see what's in the basket..?" He teased, making her groan and roll her eyes.

When it came to her basket, she was surprised on how many boys bid on it, making her nervous. "20, do we have a 25?" Taylor asked making the crowd shift, making the girl eye the last boy that bid 20, until someone actually bid 25 dollars.

"Twenty-five, here." Jess rose his hand, making the crowd look at him, and so did Margaret. "No more bidders?" Taylor asked the others, watching as the boy groan and lose the basket and the girl he wanted to go out with.

"It goes to the fellow in the yellow jacket." He hammers the table lightly before moving on. "You actually bidded on my basket?" Margaret looked at him confused. Making the boy keep walking with the basket in hand.

"Yes I did, let's move on." They walked away from the plaza, Jess was taking her away from the crowd. He actually brought her to the lake luke had pushed him into some days ago. "My goodness, did you bring me to the place Luke pushed you in?" She snickered, in which made him look at her.

She giggled and sat down near the edge, making him follow along. "You're actually in luck, I put some good stuff in this basket." Margaret smiled and opened the lid, revealing the goodies inside. "This seems like diabetical murder scene." Jess said in a monotone voice.

"Hush, there some healthy options here." Margaret pulled some sandwiches out, handing one out towards him, the scene was a comfortable silence.

Jess looked around before swallowing his bite. "The boy bidded on your basket because he wanted to make a pass on you.."Jess said making the girl look at him. "oh, um well thanks for doing that.." She smiled at him.

The silenced became a bit unsettling, the boy looked away from her, noticing how he made the situation a tad bit more still? "Sorry the guy was being an ass, so I did the more responsible choice.." He said, taking a chip from the basket.

Margaret looked at him, nodding in understandment. "Thank you for being responsible." She smiled slightly, then the silence turned a bit more comfortable.

"Maggie."

Margaret didn't know the Bracebridge Dinner would be such a problem, it was never one, not until this year. She was so fussed up with what to bring, what clothes to arrive in, what to look like, why was this so hard?

Maybe it was because he was here this year. She didn't really understand, they haven't properly interacted since Annual Basket Auction, but there was always signs..

When he would peep around just to glance at her, little actions such as him giving her a peeled orange, her cup of coffee at the diner, doing her chores little by little. It made her develop something she didn't want.

She had developed love towards the boy, and she wanted to throw up. She didn't mean it in a disgusting way but deep down she knew it was a one sided love.

Margaret could only look at herself in the mirror and just let her imagination go wild. What if Jess developed the same feeling as she did?

Would they become more? It made her heartbreak because it wouldn't work.

She ended up going to the dinner with a white knitted sweater and a black skirt, the black tights weren't really helping tring to block the cold winter air.

The first thing she saw was Jess talking to Rory, both noticing her when she walked in with her older brother and his wife. Maggie hated fidgeting with rings, and made her anxious.

Jess was about to tease her until she had walked passed them, making both of the teens look at her. She was talking to Lorelai, who was directing her to their room.

Jess could only look at her and just stare, what was going on with her? Was there something bothering her, or was he bothering her.

The dinner was intense, Margaret could feel his eyes burn holes into her. She could only just sit and eat, ignoring his presence because it made her think of things she didn't want to imagine.

She was half of the people that had left for a sleigh ride, some left before dinner and the other half did it again after. Maggie had a nice warm mug of hot chocolate sitting on her lap, along with a blanket to cover her exposed legs.

She huffed as she could see her hot breath seep out. She was alone once again, her brother and his wife having their own moment. The driver was about to move until there was a shift in the carriage.

"You didn't have the patience to wait for me?" It was Jess. Then instantly her palms became clammy and the warmth that was just in her legs suddenly rose up to the rest of her body. "You're ignoring me or something?" He kept pestering.

"No, just didn't feel like talking today." Maggie just knew that sounded lame once it came out of her lips. Jess kept looking at her and he saw her eyes go somewhere else. He stood still for a moment before sitting straight in his seat.

They had been sitting there almost half of the sleigh ride, and the air was thick. Until a head was placed in her shoulder, Maggie looked over just to be greeted with black hair in her way.

Jess had began to lean into her body more, making her lean away. "What are you doing?" Margaret could feel her face heat up, and he could feel it. "You're hogging the blanket, jeez don't you know how to share?" Jess said before it returned back to the quietness.

Then he could feel the blanket go around him, but he could feel the body next to him more clearer now. The rough thick khaki jacket he had on was a big contrast to her black leather jacket.

He could see her rosy cheek, her puffed out pink lips and her messy brown hair that was under the white beanie under her head.

When you know, you know.

Jess huffed and Maggie could feel him relax under the blanket, but he still had his face shoved into her neck. "I got you a present." Jess had whispered, making her the only one able to hear it. Maggie could only chuckle, the vibration making its way towards him.

"Me too."

Everything had changed after that, Jess seemed to be around more frequent, he seemed to care more. He had became a little bit more open with her, more genuine with her.

Then it had all changed a month before graduation, when he found out he wasn't eligible to graduate.

Now Maggie stood in front of him, near the bus station going to hartford. He had things packed and he hadn't said anything about leaving, not even her.

She just by chance was passing through there, she had came back from visiting harvard. Coming home to tell him the news, that she had been accepted.

Instead of seeing him near the diner, he was getting ready to leave her. It was eating him alive when he saw her get off the bus and head towards him. "Where are you going?"

"None of your business." His voice was blunt, making her flinch just a bit. "Excuse me?" She was confused, why was he sour?

"You're excused." He huffed out. "What's up your ass today?" Maggie was speechless. Jess on the other had sighed, visible annoyed. Maggie huffed, sitting down right next to him.

"Where are you going." She asked again, after some time of silence. Jess was still ignoring her, making her knee shove itself towards him. "I'm leaving.” His answer didn’t affect her, she knew it was going to happen either way.

Maggie looked at him, making him stiff as a board. “Okay.” She had finally peeled her eyes away from him. Jess was starting to bite his nails, he felt uneasy about this drastic change he was about to commit.

Both of them saw a bus going towards Star hallow coming their way. Maggie was going to tell him, before she would never see him again.

She knew she couldn’t make him stay, so she would unravel it all today, before he left. “Here.” She handed him a fresh book that was wrapped. Jess could see her hands shake, he could hear her voice shake, and he was the cause of it.

Jess looked at her, her face was somewhat in denial but it was putting up front he knew too well. He took it out of her hands. “this is your early birthday present.”

Before he could respond, she stood up grabbing her bag and making her way towards the bus. She stopped and grabbed something out of her bag.

“Here, this is my new address starting in March, feel free to write me or to drop by.” Maggie smiled at him, making him take the letter, it was a street near Harvard. His eyes were wide, this was big news, for her, for them.

He had encourage her to at-least apply and she agreed now she had been accepted. “Just because you’re leaving doesn’t mean we’re no longer friends, we’re friends.” She said.

“Friends can lean on each other, you can lean on me if you want to Jess, but that is a step you need to take, okay?” Jess was still, a million thoughts running through his head, He was barely able to hear her say.

“I love you, Jess.” It was like the world was becoming still, and the last horn to Star hallow blew and she walked away. Forever leaving him until he decided to reach out and lean on her.

Jess saw nothing but truthfulness on her face, and his heart palpitated. Jess was in love with her, he wanted nothing but to kiss her, hold her just for a minute but his time was up and she had been nothing but patient.

Jess however had turned hesitant, she was headed toward her dreams and he was still lost. So he let her leave, leaving her with hope that he will choose her... he never did.

He would say that was his biggest regret.

She waited, waited for two year that eventually turned into four, and ended at five. She was now twenty two, and has only a dash of hope, but it flew away when she met him.

A boy who was like her, waiting for someone. Somehow they met as an accident that turned into a friendship that healed them, and turned into love.

His name was Theodore, and he had healed her waiting heart that was stuck in denial and hope. Two years had flown by and she had moved on, now planning her wedding.

She had returned to Star Hollow to hand out wedding invitations to closer relatives and friends. Maggie had contacted her brother to meet up at Luke's diner. "My, look how you've grown up!" Eliza her brothers wife had said. "Hey Maggie, how's Theo?" Tyler, her brother asked, making her roll her eyes. "You haven't seen me in a long time and you ask for theo?" She said, making the man surrender jokingly. "How've you been?" Tyler said slinging his arm around, making her laugh. "Happy."

Luke was surprised when he saw her enter the diner, he was happy but he had gotten a tinge of sadness in his old heart. The last time he had seen her wasn't that long ago but to him, she was still seventeen.

"Hey Mags." Luke side hugged her, making her smile. "Hey, how've you been?" Her smile had turned large, she wouldn't lie, she had missed him. "Busy and tired running this place." He exaggerated, massaging his shoulders jokingly. Maggie laughed, making him smile a bit. "This place needs you back, miss my handy employee."

She had laughed harder this time and continued to talk to him before eventually going to sit with the people she was originally going to talk too. "Here it is!" Maggie pulled something out of her bag, in which was the wedding invitation. "God, you're growing up." Tyler took the card, almost tearing up watching his baby sister grow into a wonderful lady.

"I want Eliza to be my maid of Honor." Maggie asked shyly making the other woman jump in excitement, then sitting back down. "I'd love too!" She smiled.

Eventually they had invited her to their house, her little nephew had missed her dearly.

Margaret smiled big, she loved this part Connecticut, her little town. She watched the kids she once knew pass her by telling her hello, and other things. She had entered Luke's diner with no thought in her mind, looking up to find Luke.

Then again, she turned into a fool everytime he looked at her. "Jess." Maggie felt her heart drop as his name became a foreign language.

Jess was surprised to see her, then his mind went blank.

The two adults had stood there still, what was wrong with her? She had waited for this moment, because she was over him. "Hi, um how've you been?" She said taking a step near the counter. Jess was still looking at her, taking her features in.

"I've been good, you?" Jess finally mustered something out, making the girl look around before responding. "I'm fine, do you know where you uncle is?" She asked looking around again, the diner was empty, it was just them. Jess's eyebrows frowned "Upstairs.."

"Alright, it was nice seeing you." She smiled at him before walking away. Jess could only think about was why was she so calm, acting like she didn't care.

"Luke you in there?" Maggie knocked before the door swung open. It was Lorelai, and Luke, they seemed flustered. "Woah is this a bad time?" She said, before the two yelled a 'no'. "Well this is actually a good time for me, Lorelai come here." She said, walking to were luke was.

The other two looked at eachother, as the younger one pulled something out. Lorelai was the first one to see it, making her scream. "You're engaged!?" She yelled, leaving no time for the girl to respond before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

Luke was shocked but congratulated her, but when he was done she laughed. "Gosh, you guys, wait!" She said before pulling out wedding invitations, making the other woman scream more. "You're getting married!?" She yet again pulled her into a hug.

"I want both of my parent figures there..you guys mean so much to me." Maggie gave them a sad smile that was quickly wiped off. Luke had laughed a bit, while Lorelai cried happy tears just a bit.

After some time Lorelai had left to tell Rory the news, after her Luke walked her down. That was when Luke remembers what happened between her and his nephew, quickly looking at her. "It's fine, I'm over it." She smiled.

Jess had noticed her and Luke walk past him, before leaving the diner to talk outside. "Luke, I wanted ask you for a favor." Maggie said, catching the attention of the older man. "I want you to walk me down the aisle, but it's totally up to you!" Maggie continued to talk until Luke hugged her. "I'd love too."

With that Maggie smiled and hugged him back, after sometime they parted. Maggie could see on luke's face that he was thinking about something, and she knew what. "He can come too, I don't mind."

Luke looked at her with worry, only for her to shrugged it off. "I'm over it Luke, I've met the love of my life, and I'm happy.." She stated while Luke nodded, then she left.

Luke smiled a bit before going back upstairs only to find Jess staring at the invitation back upstairs. "Are you going to go?" He asked a bit dull. "I am." Luke snatched it out. “Ironic.”

"She was nice enough to invite you too, knowing you broke her heart." Luke had a harsh habit of reminding him, making him wince. “You need to get over it.” He continued, making the boys anger grow once again.

“She’s finally moved on and able to find happiness, you should follow in her steps.” Luke said. “Please why are you so angry about this? It was just a stupid crush she had.” Jess anger began to bubble.

“It wasn’t a stupid crush, she was waiting for you for five years!” Luke declared. Jess anger disappeared, now he was looking at his uncle with a confused look. “What do you mean five years?”

“Five years my ass! When I finally had the courage to go see her, she was already with him! She broke that promise.” Jess yelled, making Luke frown.

“She met Theodore when they were both healing! He was nothing but a friend to her, a year later they began dating, she moved on! Now she’s over you and now getting married.” Luke screamed back, making Jess quiet again.

“You didn’t have enough courage, but she did. She was able to look at you and forgive you, takes a really nice person to do that.” Luke finally said. “I’ll be going to that wedding, and I’ll be walking her down that aisle.” He said slapping a rag down the counter.

Jess looked at his uncle who stormed upstairs, now wanting to scream at himself for being an idiot. Jess ran outside and looked for her around the plaza, he saw no one.

She looked eternal, that's how Jess would describe her. She was like a model you would see in a bridal magazine, the ones that found the perfect dress.

Jess was nothing but awestruck, watching her walk down the aisle with his uncle's had guiding her down, handing her to her future husband. Jess saw it in his smile, he looked in love with her, it made him think. Would that have been him, if he chose her?

The whole ceremony was beautiful, Jess eyes were just on her. Capturing every time she smiled, when her eyes twinkled towards her lover. When she cried reading her vows, and looked at him while he read his.

When she kissed him as everyone erupted cheered for the happy couple, making him stand up as well. Finally watching her walk down the aisle but now with someone that would cherries her like he should've done.

As the party, Jess wanted to run away from the crowd. So he did, sneaking around before he made his way to his car, until he heard a voice he knew so well. "What are you reading these days?"

Jess looked behind to find her with a kind smile, her after party dress that made her move freely now. Jess could only think of their first encounter years ago. "Mostly taming of the shrew and others.."

"Jess, was it?" Margaret smiled, looking at the boy, in which he nodded. "why are you here, at night, all alone?" She asked, looking at the sweet boy with a knowing look he knew too well. "Escaped dinner." He muttered, his eyes shifted towards her, as he examined her.

Her brunette hair was loose, while it was halfway tied up, and her body contained a loose white sundress, god was he a fool. He smiled stupidly, looking up at her again. "The smiths?" He said as the background noise was her favorite Smiths song, the singing along of her guest said so too.

She focused her attention to him again. "yes? they're my favorite band." She says. "Interesting choice.." Jess said making it a bit insulting. Margaret looked sadly at him, the air became a bit awkward. “Just because we had a rough time with our relationship doesn’t mean we’re no longer friends, we’re friends.” She said.

Jess eyes widen, how could she? How could she still say he's a friend after everything he's done. "Jess, you have to put in mind we both experience the same hurt, in the end we didn't end up together." She said, making him look at her nervously. "As your friend, I would want you to move on.. as the girl you broke her heart, I would want you love someone better."

“Friends can lean on each other, you can lean on someone special if you want to Jess, but that is a step you need to take, okay?” Margaret said, giving him a sad smile, before turning away. "Bye, Jess, Love you." She said, before walking away.

Jess stood there, as the tears finally bursted out. Maggie short for Margaret, she was a sweet experience for Jess. She was an experience he wished he could relive and do the right thing, because he had finally lost the girl he loved, the girl who genuinely was ready to be by his side, but she needed him to take that step.

A step he regretted not doing everyday after he wedding.

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[amoosarte]

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏, 𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀

━━━ in which the newspaper boy and a highclass girl fall in love but will it be okay noting their social class? (use of spanish, a little somewhat of the notebook trope!)

The shimmery ball of sun would rise everyday to cast sunlight upon the greenland everyday, letting the humans open their eyes from their daily slumber.

Mornings were quiet and calming, as each high class houses would slowly start, as maids and workers would get the breakfast ready, get the children up for school, let the dogs out.

Well normally but in a street where a nice baby blue house stood was usually where a girl would drink her morning tea and her breakfast out on the front porch. In her white ruffled crew neck blouse and her light maroon skirt long enough to reach her ankles.

Guadalupe would simply be ruby, her brown hair would always catch people's attention, as it was curly, then her cocoa skin, then again there were her doey hazel eyes. She was certainly eye capturing.

So when the neighborhood news boy start to roll his bike, throwing the newspaper into the rich front yard. His brown eyes would lock with hers, and he was simply taken aback, making him try to steer his bike away from the bod in front of him.

Guadalupe gasped when she heard the boy crash and a dog bark, she stood up and looked around and didn't see her dog anywhere near here, until she saw the front gate open. "Dios mío, ¿estás bien?" Guadalupe asked, rushing towards the front gate.

"¡Ay gustavo, bájate de él!" Lupe squealed as the dog returned back inside the front gate, Lupe rushed to help the boy get up. "¡Lo siento mucho, no sabía que podía salir!" Lupe looked up, only to find such pretty eyes already looking at her.

"No, está totalmente bien." He rushed to pick up his hat that had fallen off his head, and dusted himself off. The two of them stood so close yet didn't dare utter a word. Not until Lupe stepped back and extended her arm. "Guadalupe."She said, looking once again up towards him.

He had soft light brown hair, white skin, and adoring brown eyes, pink lips and two beauty marks. "Pablo." He said, taking her hand, in which felt a bit sacred.

Pablo had never touch something so clean, then again so elegant. "¿Eres el chico del periódico?"Lupe said, smiling as his face gave away his defocus. "Sí, trabajo para la empresa de periódicos." Pablo noticed his words stutter, and quickly became red.

"Señorita, se enfría la comida!" Lupe heard one of her maid say, before she turned back at the boy in front of her. "Nos vemos por ahí, Pablo." She waved goodbye slowly, letting the boy return her farewell before stepping back inside, making sure to lock the door.

Pablo was quiet as he rode his bike again, tossing and throwing news onto the front yards. His mind would often return to the encounter he had with the young lady, making him turn warm.

Pablo came back around the same time again, usually tossing the paper into her lawn slowly, quickly catching her attention. They chatted every time he came by, and instead of throwing the paper, he would hand it to her.

Never once ignoring the soft smile she would grow, noticing the light dimples she had.

It took courage, but after a good week of seeing and talking to each other, Pablo had made his move. "Oye, ¿te gustaría ir a la feria conmigo?" He said, holding onto the railing of her fence, him on one side while she stood on the other. "Claro que si, me gustaria ir contigo." Lupe smiled big, but what he said next caught her off guard.

He said he wanted to ask her father for permission, making her look at him in awe, no other boy had done that for her. She could tell the boy was nervous, he had thoughts running behind those brown eyes, and all she could do is squeeze his hand as reassurance.

Pablo had the day off, and he was dressed in his best clothes. His mother helped him get ready, looking presentable. So then he stopped to grab some flowers for her mother and for her, in which he thought it was a good idea.

Then he rode his bike near his daily route and stopped at her gate, looking at the dog that knew him by now. He was hesitant but determined. He rung the doorbell and who answered it was a maid, letting him in.

Guadalupe rushed down the stairs and looked at the boy, two bouquets of flowers in his hands. She smiled "Hola, no te preocupes. A mi madre le encantan los caballeros, solo sé tú mismo con mi padre". Lupe had put one hand on his cheek that had turned red, reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about.

Lupe had guided him to the living room, where her parents rested, her father reading today's newspaper and her mother crocheting. "Father, Mother, Pablo is here." This caught the attention of both grown ups.

"Hello, good afternoon." Pablo smiled and plastered his best smile. Her mother quickly stood up, and he handed her the flowers that were hers, and so did he hand Lupe's. "Why thank you, with me your off to a great start." Her mother hummed out delighted the boy had manners.

"I know you, your the news paperboy." Her father looked at him, before extending his hand to have a firm handshake with him, in which Pablo gave. "Yes sir."

"Well then, what is it you're here for?" He father asked directly, making Lupe wander her eyes between both. "I'm here to ask for your permission to take out your daughter tomorrow afternoon." Pablo looked at him confidently, making the man still for a moment.

Her father looked at her and saw hope, and he knew it was going to grow. "Join us for dinner?"He said giving him his nonchalant smile.

Pablo was going to say something but the man had walked off, making Guadalupe and her mother look at both of them. "You're doing great dear, he's just testing ya." Her mother said, reassuring him.

He had noticed her smiled looked just like Guadalupes, making him now look at her when her mother walked out. "You're doing okay, you're being true and sweet." Lupe had gave his hand a squeeze leading him to the dining area.

Dinner went smooth, and Pablo was taking in her advice. While her father was testing him and asking him questions, he answer truthfully. "How about school?" He asked.

"I'm in my last year of highschool, hopefully I will get accepted at an University." Pablo had placed the food on his fork into his mouth right after, looking at the man that held many of Guadalupe's features.

Her father had thought many things in the meantime of dinner, this boy infront of him was impressing him. He was middle class, good track in school, had managed a house, knows responsibility and most of all, looks at his daughter lovingly.

"Well, I've come to my conclusion." He said, placing his utensils down and looked at the teens in front of him. "You may take my daughter out tomorrow afternoon, but with rules." Just with the few words the man had spoken, Pablo had hope and was ecstatic.

"You will return her by 10 and take care of her, if there's a scratch on her when she comes back, we all know the answer for the next one." He said. Sure to say they both had smiles by the end of the night.

"¡Pablo, ganame ese osito!" Guadalupe smiled tugging his arm, making the boy smile and look at what she was pointing at. "¿Quieres intentarlo hijo?" The game stand host gave him three darts, in which he nodded and gave him money.

Pablo felt his focus draw in and he was locked in, determined to get her this bear. He did just that as three of the darts feel inside a balloon in the same row, earning himself a prize. "El oso, por favor."

The host did just that handing him the bear and going to the next pair in line. "Para ti preciosa." Pablo have her a charming smile and she had laughed and took her won prize.

Then she had kissed his cheek, leaving him shocked. "Gracias guapo." Lupe had a bright tint of red on her face, making the boy laugh. "En su lugar, haz que el siguiente aterrice en mis labios". The boy hummed and he leaned down to her ear and whispered the filth.

Guadalupe couldn't help but laugh and pull him away, making him smile like a boy and follow her. After some time after, he had offered getting them dinner in which he agreed.

Her hand felt so warm in his, she smelt like cherries. She had this red and white polkadot dress and her hair was curled, leaving her looks happy.

He had his daily going out clothes and his hair was swayed to the left. Their hands swung up and down as Pablo took her to a spot for dinner, they had just left the fair and were now in the plaza.

They sat near an italian restaurant, making the owner immediately notice Pablo. "¿Es esta la chica de la que has estado hablando?" The chef smiled when the boy nodded, laughing just a bit. "Si, es Guadalupe.." He said introducing her, making her smile for the hundredth time this afternoon.

"Then consider it on the house tonight!" The chef smiled, making the boy protest but after some time he gave in. "You know the chef?" Guadalupe looked at him, thanking him for pulling her chair out. "I actually work here, it's my second job." Pablo smiled.

"Then let's enjoy this tonight." Guadalupe had slowly grabbed his hand, displaying once again that sweet smile, making him melt just a bit. After a good time, some paste came out, an huge plate, enough to feed both of them.

They ate and talked, making them click even more. Guadalupe could say he landed another date because she was so in love with him it made her giggle. Pablo was in the same boat, he could imagine so many things with her, and he just hoped she loved tonight as much as he did.

He had walked her home after dinner, giving her his jacket. The night was a bit cold and silent, some dogs going onto the streets, some lovers as well.

They had a look in their eyes that said they didn't want this night to end. As they stood near the her front gate, in where everything started from, Pablo looked at her so tenderly.

"Me encantó hoy." Lupe had a tight grip on his hand, he just returned the gesture, just smiling and turning warm. "Que bueno… ¿Te gustaría hacerlo de nuevo?" Pablo smiled leaning just a tab bit in.

She had noticed making her step just a bit too, then nodding to his question. "Sí, por favor." Guadalupe stood slowly onto her tippy toes, making Pablo catch on.

He let go of her hands slowly, then placing them softly on her caramel colored face. He was nervous, she could tell by the way his hands were warm and a bit sweaty, she didn't mind though.

His pink lips and her lightly stained red one kissed, it was like a perfect puzzle that had been completed. Guadalupe sighed, letting her hands rest softly on his chest, and Pablo couldn't let go.

Then they slowly parted, and he could feel her warmth seep out of the place they once were. "Buenas noches, Pablo." Guadalupe smiled, making the boy smile too. "Buenas noches, Guadalupe."

He had watched her take off his jacket, in which he stopped her. "Guárdalo, puedes devolvermelo mañana." He placed in on her again but then zipping it off. She nodded, about to turn away until he had spoken again. "Devuélvemelo también con un beso."

Guadalupe looked at him, already on the other side of her gate. She sniffled a light laugh, so quiet only he could hear in the beginning of the night. "Cuídate, Pablo."

That was the last thing she said before walking to her front door, looking back at him one last time before smiling at him then disappearing. Pablo smiled before riding away from the house he was eventually looking forward to coming back to.

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[amoosarte]

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄, 𝐋. 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒

SUMMARY ! in which Duke Carlos Sainz jr introduces his sister that's of age to marry to his most trusted friend, they could say it was love at first sight.

FACECLAIM ! siennakitchener, TROPE ! love at first sight !

When a young miss is present into high society, it’s usually when they are at the age to get married. In this case Monse Sainz Vázquez de Castro, was now looking to be married. The question is to whom? The young lady was beautiful no doubt, she was smart and had etiquette. The one thing that made her weak was her naiveness, she no doubt was a hopeless romantic. 

Her brother however dreaded the day she would be presented, as he of course was over protective. As always he already had his season as well, Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro had found himself a wife already, his lady Lana Delgado. The whole way Carlos fell in love with her inspired Monse. 

As her mother placed the rather large white heater into her bun, she finally looked into the mirror, as she studied her form, a white dress, with gray stitching designs, and on her neck, beautifully on display her family's pears, that shined enough. “Absolutely stunning Monse.” Her brother's wife complimented, as her mother smiled as well. “Chin up dear, show them our spanish eyes, don’t falter, your eyes will dazzle them.” Her mother showered her with confidence. 

“We must make haste, it’s time..” Lana picked herself up, as she left the room to be by her husband's side. “sin falta mi paloma..” Her mother kissed her forehead gently. Carlos looked at his sister a bit in awe but then scared, for that the world might swallow her up, because there are cruel men out there that might take advantage of her. 

“Are you ready?” Carlos looked down at her, as her cheek is a bright rose. The debut was a nervous event, but for Monse it looked rather too easy. Her mother  had grabbed her arm and gave her a tight squeeze, as the mother dreamed of this day. “Now introducing, Duchess Reyes Sainz Vázquez de Castro, and her daughter Monse Sainz Vázquez de Castro!” The great white doors parted open, a large crowd inside, making Monse’s eyes falter a bit but she kept walking. 

Her debut was perfect, and caught many young men's eyes. From it was her first ball, the first she would meet, maybe her future lover? She wore a clear sunset pink with beautiful light lace, that matched her silky white gloves, hew brown her in a curly bun. 

She stuck to her brothers and mother's side, but excited to be danced with. Carlos saw the way men started to come up to her, so he took his role seriously starting now. He scanned his surroundings, until his eyes came to a realization, he had found a decent match. “Come this way, Monse” Carlos tugged her along, so did his wife. His mother went to talk to other mama’s. 

“Lando!” The curls on the curly head bounces as he heard his name, he looked around and saw his friend. “Carlos!” The man smiled and Monse had sworn her heart did a flip, she suddenly twirled her loose curl near her ear. “How’ve you been friend?” Carlos shook his hand, then brought him in for a hug. “Been fine.” He smiled, then said hello to his friend's wife. “Lando, I wish to introduce someone to you.” Carlos stepped aside. 

“My sister, Monse.” Carlos smiled, and Lando was still. The two just looked at eachother, the air was still and blurry. When Lando met Carlos, he knew he had a sister but he had never met her. “Monse Sainz Vázquez de Castro, pleased to meet you..” Monse took her hand out to greet him, Lando however took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. “Viscount Lando Norris, pleasure is all mine.” 

Carlos smiled at the way they clicked “We’ll leave you guys to talk, careful Lando.” Carlos and Lana walked away, just a tad still keeping an eye on her. “You look lovely this evening.” Lando blurted out, making the Sainz shocked. “Thank you.” She smiled. 

The musicians began to play their melodies making Lando do the next move. “May I Have Your First dance?”Lando took his hand out, which made the girl smile a bit. “You may.” The ball room seemed so boring in their eyes, matter of fact their eyes just glued to themselves. A wonderful night, for the lovers who fell in love at first sight.

Monse's heart was beating quite fast, as she never felt a touch of a man. "I'm not the best dance.." She heard the curly boy speak, looking up to him. "that's quite alright, we'll managed." Monse smiled, making the boys nerves ease up. As the waltz continues, the more they dance on the floor elegantly, making the pair smile. "You're quite good!" Monse smiled.

Lando took noticed, he always messed up when he dance with other ladies but with her it seemed all his worries flew away. At the end of the dance Lando guided Monse back to her brother, looking at the young lady with a bit of happiness.

"I would love to have a cup of tea with you sometime next week." Lando said, making the girl smile sweetly at him. "I'll gladly accept." Monse responded as her hand left his, making him miss her touch already.

it seemed like a fairytale for the both of them, they hoped it wouldn't be the last encountered they had.

Lando had looked at the second story house with excitement, only to find a long line of suitors at the doors. "I have tea with Miss Monse." Lando pulled the main butler that had looked at him. "Sir Lando Norris?" In which he nodded his head.

He could see the butler go up the stairs and by the look of it, the session was over since now all of the men were leaving. Lando waited, and after a good 10 minutes, she came down the stairs looking so pretty like the night they met.

"Good evening, Mr. Norris." Monse smiled sweetly and she dipped her head just a bit, making him do as well. "Please just call me --"

"Lando!" A man voice came from behind Monse, only for her smile to drop, turning around to see her older brother, Carlos. "Why are you here?" He butted into their conversation, making his sister brow twitch.

"I'm here to have tea with your sister." Lando said bluntly, making both siblings quite shocked. Carlos looked between his most favorite people in this earth, beside his wife, he could tell there was something going around.

"Oh, very well, but may I see you in my office for a second?" Carlos smiled kindly, but had a tint of protectiveness in it. Lando looked at Monse who was just look in between the two of them, then was allowed to be escorted away from her.

He shut the door as Carlos strided into his office with a slow but yet fast walk. Lando could only hope he would as the question. "I see you ended up liking my sister." Carlos smiled as he sat on one of the sofa's next to his desk, one hand allowing him to sit as well.

"I hope you don't mind." Lando laugh just a tad, he could only think of the little madam waiting for him for tea. "Actually, you've saved me some trouble." Carlos said with just a little jump, he was now leaning against the front of his desk.

"What trouble?" Lando said making the older male smile. "Suitors for my beloved sister." Carlos said, now looking at the male who got red. "I see that you like her and she likes you." He smiled.

"I know your a well educated man, and as your friend, I see that you genuinely like her, and so I'm hoping you'll treat her well." Carlos walked towards him, making Lando stand up as well. Lando looked at him and felt a wave of relief.

At the end of the conversation Lana had pulled Carlos away, giving Lando enough time to walk towards the outdoor patio. As if he was looking at her for the first time, utterly beautiful, enough for his poor heart to palpitate hard.

There she was, sitting neatly reading a book. The tea set ready for it to be poured, and it just needed him seated right next to her.

Lando smiled contently, it was a first feeling like this, and he wanted to do this right.

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[amoosarte]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐂.𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 𝐉𝐑

SUMMARY ! in which I give you little headcanons on our beloved spaniard, who ferrari doesn't deserve, and drive you insane.

WARNINGS ! +18,kinks, dirty talk, public sex mention, degradation, trust me it gets bewildering, the use of spanish, and just sexual words !

The way, Carlos could just roll over in your bed and just feel you there, laying just by his side. He could feel you sigh in relief when he wraps his arms around you, then a light moan when he pulls you on to his side of the bed. "Amor, por qué siempre estás tan lejos de mí… come over here.." Yet you just curl into a small ball just as his hands are just wrapped around your waist. 

The way, Carlos can feel you squeeze him so hard as he muttered solo cosas inútiles in your ears. Feeling your nude, naked body jolt into him, making him feel so proud of himself. "Qué bonita, mi niña bonita, tomándome como la reina que es, ah, you like when I hit that place?" He absolutely loves it when you moan and and whine in his face.

The way, Carlos drags his hand down your bottom back when you're walking the busy streets of Spain, when everyone's eyes are on you. Wanting to know he's here to protect you but yet spoil you, it also shows the men looking at you that you are his. "Toma lo que quieras mami, I'm here to spoil you dirty, princesa".

The way, Carlos degrades you in bed, calling you a slut, a whore, a beggar in bed. He loves it how you allow it in, repeating everything he said, just in a mumbling way. "Eres una puta, a whore, you love my cock slamming into you, your pussy doesn't want to let go, que puta.." "Si, soy tu puta, solo tuya, mi cuerpo es tuyo, I only belong to you.." He knows he's fucking you hard, and love the power he has over it.

The way, Carlos loves how you watch him race whenever you get the chance, and can immediately spot you after racing. "¡Tienes el vestido que me gusta, how gorgeous.!" He like it when he leaves the race track with you by his side.

The way, Carlos has a major gagging king. He knows he's big, you know he's big, fuck the whole world knows. Then again when he hears you struggle trying to put every bit of him inside that tiny mouth of yours, it makes him want to hear more. "¿Es demasiado grande para ti, perra?, All you do is gag around it, how dirty.."

The way, Carlos loves to make you breakfast in bed when you had just opened your eyes. He's very grateful to peel his eyes open and to see you first thing in the morning. He just feels so connect to you when you bite into his food and he's just there admiring you while he eats too. "¿Por qué me miras así?" "Porque te ves hermosa, gracias por estar aquí de nuevo conmigo, I love you."

The way, Carlos loves to dig his teeth into you, to the point his bite marks are visible. The first time you got his bite mark tattooed near your area, he was so turned on. He immediately showered you in hues of red, purple, and some were green. "Qué bonito, you're like a my canvas, absolutamente pintado a la perfección."

The way, Carlos loves your shaved legs. He is a very hairy man but feeling your smooth bare legs, make him shiver in joy. He could spend the whole afternoon kissing them up and down, having them wrapped around his body and he would just lay happily there. "Mami, disfruto mucho esto, keep them like this?"

The way, Carlos loves to fuck in public. He's a very impatient man, and not say that's bad but it ends up exciting him to the brim. Just seeing you all dolled up on a night to go out is unfair, he has to control himself. He immediately touch starved, and wouldn't hesitate to rush you in a unisex restaurant and fuck you right there and then. "Shh, tranquila ahora, no nos gustaría que nos encontraran así, dripping wet just for me."

The way, Carlos would fall in love with you even more when you instantly click with his family. Loving the way you help his mother cook in the kitchen, or when you let her style your hair like she once did with his sister. When his dad showed you Carlos achievements throughout his childhood. When he sees you help his sister plan her wedding, and you just seeing her in awe when she walks down the aisle. He would just melt and whisper in your ear how he will you everything his father gave his mother, because he loves you. "Lo tendrás pronto mi amor, te amo mucho, no lo olvides".

The way, Carlos would let you sit on his lap on his private jet, knowing damn well he would turn rock hard when you ass sat on him. He loves to feel you rub yourself on him, soak his jeans with your illustrious juices. He knows you become needing after a certain of time. "Tienes que esperar mami, sigue moviendo las caderas así…"

The way, Carlos buys you flowers everyday, well obviously not everyday, but when he gets a tingly feeling you need them, he shows up with them. "Para ti mi reina." He would say, kissing your cheek while you turn a light shade of red, and laugh lightly while he cradles you into your large home for two.

The way, Carlos would always have his hands on you, he likes to keep you locked up, another way to say it would be he has a bondage kink. He likes to fuck while your tied, or maybe the other way, he doesn't mind, he would actually like it. "Los mendigas no pueden elegir" to "¿Atarme? Eso es tan sexy, nena". He doesn't give a flying fuck.

The way, Carlos allows you to do whatever you want to do on him, want to kinda braid his hair? He'll let you. Want to do skincare on him? He won't protest. While doing these activities, he's realizing he's in love with you deeply, because he wouldn't let anyone just do this, but he will allow you. "Bebé, me estás tirando del pelo" to "¿Por qué el producto está tan frío? ¡Esto me va arrancará la barba!"

The way, Carlos allows you to take charge in bed when he's really tipsy. He finds it fucking hot, you know what you want, and he'll let you conquer it. You're independent and when you really want something, nothing is going to get in the way of you getting it. That to Carlos is such a turn on. "Siéntate y quédate quieto" "Sí, señora."

The way, Carlos loves to see you live girlhood, he loves to see you wear girly outfits. He loves seeing you get all giggly over something, he loves seeing you love him, because it make him giggle too. He loves grabbing your hand in the middle of spain and walking with you, he loves running into the beach with you behind him. "¡Carlos la agua está fría!" "¡Ven aquí yo te calentare!"

The way, Carlos loves to cockwarm, he's the type to be clingy. He would want to be connected to you, even in these circumstances. I would say he would be his most peaceful state during this 'power' nap. "Nena, deja de moverte o me pondrás duro de nuevo".

The way, Carlos loves it when you read to him, the way your long fingers massage his scalp, and your honey voice lulling him to sleep. Just his skin to skin contact is enough to knock him out for a good 4 hours on a regular, when he's back from travel give him, 10 hours max. "¿Carlos? amor ¿estás dormido?"

The way, Carlos loves to have rough sex on frustrating days but will mostly have a safe word with you. You don't (hopefully) mind the rough sex, it's hot seeing him all worked up. "Dime si te estoy lastimando amor, no queremos eso… di la palabra cuando es mucho".

The way, Carlos would want to start a family with you. He can see himself with you, maybe two boy and a girl? Up to you, but he does want at least one child with you. He would buy you a large spanish style home, with a large backyard for many things. He would spoil rough when your pregnant, he wouldn't let you lift a hand up. He loves you, and you understand that, because this is what leads to marriage, trust and love, and you trust his love for you. "Te amo, seré tuyo para siempre".

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[amoosarte]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which Max never cared about what happened to him on the track but when he sees them crash, his heart broke, he had ruined their dream.

FACECLAIM ! gender neutral, WARNINGS ! mention of suicidal thoughts, blood and traumatic things ahead !

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. The antidepressants that sat on his dresser just kept him in check, long enough for him to put a barrier.

He thought of other things, he will not deny, he's thought of ending it short but when his little sister did it before him, it made him snap.

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave. Max was almost a regular there because of his sister, she wasn't suicidal, he thought. She was just weak, not the healthiest. but it wasn't her fault.

His life was perfect, he will admit, his life was filled with things many people could wish for, but he himself was traumatized on the way as well.

Max was special, his sister described him. He was a gentle soul that had just been misunderstood most of his life, he's never been allowed to expression emotion off the track. She regretted making him scared, he didn't deserve that but she was just tired of it.

She was glad after that day, he started to take of himself, she didn't like it was because of her but it was something.

After the incident, Max expressed more towards his sister, called her before every race, just for her to pray for him, begging god to take care of him on the track.

Max gripped the steering wheel on his car, his eyes burning holes into the lights as they flashed. red, red, red, green. Then he took off from his first place spot.

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. But he did care for the other, he would try to drive ahead sometimes, try to get away from the crowd, not to cause accidents, but it was also apart of the job.

Las Vegas was difficult, a very risky race track. Max however was prepared for it, he always was. However when he was sparks fly during the 40th lap, his heart dropped.

You had hit a manhole, making him step on breaks not wanting crash into you but he did, causing you to hit another manhole, resulting in your car being flipped, then harshly shoved into the barricade, only to spin off the track.

Christian was on the other side of comms, telling Max that there was a red flag in the air. Max's blood ran cold, you got hurt and it was all his fault, he immediately put his car in the pit lane.

Max could only see what was happened in the television inside the garage, his engineers stood in shook, scared and speechless. Max was scared, he genuinely looked pale.

"It seems as Red Bull Driver Y/N has been in a fatal car crash near turn 14th, my god.." Max eyes widen, your car was beaten, turned over and they couldn't see you.

Three harsh turns, the dark navy blue car was roughly scrapped on, the front wing was pulled off, now the only thing protecting you was the halo. But you didn't move.

Max could see every driver watch in horror as they try to pull you out of the car, they could see blood spill out of your track suit. They pulled your numb body out as they held the wound, calling emergency over.

Your helmet was pulled off, only to see strokes of blood reek down. Your eyes were open but you couldn't feel anything, your were simply motionless.

Max could see Christian rush off to help assist, and take you to the hospital, then they moved on like it was nothing, they were back to racing in a matter of seconds.

He placed 3rd that race.

And I won't, see you again...

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave him. The first he saw was you plugged up to the life support machine, you having needles poking in your veins, then your dead eyes.

Max felt compelled to apologize, he wanted to apologize.

He could see your eyes follow him as he sat near you, placing a vase of flowers near a filled table of them already. He bit his lip and held back tears as you still smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I really am." Max words broke you, as you saw the boy cry for the first time. Your okay arm held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's not your fault Max, it's just my bad luck."

You could see it in his eyes he still felt guilty,and it broke your heart. "Max, I don't want you to blame yourself, it was an accident." You squeezed his hand tightly once again, making him nod. After a few more minutes of you comforting him, he asked again.

"Will you come back, will you be okay?" You didn't have the slightest clue if you were, but the boy in front of you was dying to know, he was stressed and sorry, so the best thing to do was to lie.

"You know I always bounce back, don't worry dude." You jokes a bit making him feel reassured. You hated lying, but you knew damn well this was over for you.

You knew it was over the moment Christian came into your hospital room, giving you a sad look on his face, his face said it all, and you let your wall crumbles down, and let the water drip down.

It had been a week since your crash in Las vegas, now it was now the day before the second to last race of the season, and your announcement was released.

"Hello everyone, today I will be announcing what will be of me for the rest of the season. First things first, I will not be joining F1 again. Take this as my announcement of retiring."

"Some other things, This accident was no ones fault but mines, I will not blame my teammate and my friend for this accident. It was simply and accident."

"I want to thank everyone for being so kind to me these past 2 seasons, you were all wonderful and I'm glad I could experience it with you all. To my team who opened their arms towards me and welcomed me in, you were all wonderful to be around, these seasons of working together, I’m grateful to you all, to my teammate, it was a pleasure working with you, I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I were given another chance.”

“To my fans, thank you for supporting me through this journey. To be loved by many people is a blessing and you were all there to see me at my weakest and my strongest, I pray you all understand why I’m doing this.”

“I leave wishing all love and accomplishments and acceptance, I’m just another driver that will pass by, thank you for giving me a chance to live my dream, even if it was just for a while.”

With that the video cuts and there was no more of you.

To say the least, everyone was shocked, I mean they could sense that something was going to happen to you, but you retiring was something that no one could see coming.

Many drivers had called you, messaged you, expressing their feeling about this, and how they were going to miss you.

Max on the other hand didn't take the news okay, he was back into a rather depressing state, it little space he could never get out of, no matter how many antidepressants he took.

He wouldn't lie, he felt like the bad guy in this story, he had taken your dreams away. Yet again here you were not blaming him, he felt like it was his fault but it wasn't.

He had called you the day of the race, needing to tell you he was sorry one last time. Only to hear you forgive him and not to blame himself because in the end it was accident.

It only took a while but he could hear you cry on the other line, sobbing lightly, still reassuring him. You wouldn't lie anymore, you were hurt.

Racing had been your dream since you were little but now you were forced into retirement because your brain didn't work normally anymore, Because the lack of skill.

If you were a bit better you'd miss that manhole, and you would be finishing your second season. To finish your dream, but everything that's good comes with a price.

Max could only stand still on the podium, where he stood at P1. He raised his trophy, hoping you knew this was for you. Everything he would be doing was for you, because he wanted you to live your dreams through him.

You're not a person, You're my friend..

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[amoosarte]

WAHHH FLUTTER SHY AND OSCARRR 😭😭😭❤️

brony? 💅🏻

[amoosarte]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐋.𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓

SUMMARY ! in which Logan falls in love the american way, turning into a fool in a lover game !

FACECLAIM ! jasminegmuller, TROPE ! puppy love !

Logan didn't know how to feel when he felt the gush of winds blow him away, his ocean eyes looking up and seeing a beautiful F-35A fighter jet sore up in the sky, he could just look up in awe.

His eyelashes batting up, to see the hunk of metal moving a various directions, he could see the pilot. He smiled as his friends called him away from the direction. He felt his skin become excited, as he placed his hand on top of his heart, feeling a thump.

"Still a fighter jet geek?" Marcus, one of his friends said, making the boy roll his eyes. "Yes, just because I drive a car at a insane speed doesn't mean I stopped loving them." Logan smiled off.

He wouldn't tell no one but before he had entered his karting seasons, he was heavily obsessed with fighter jets, and anything that had to do with the navy. His father was in the navy, that's why he was so drawn to it, because he wanted to be like his father.

Then again he was introduced to racing, and wanted to be the best racer ever, so his father pulled some strings and there he was.

"C'mon your time in San Diego is limited, let's go have some fun!" Colin, his other friend pulled his away. Making the boy smile at his friends he missed very much. "Y'know I know an amazing place Logan would love, knowing he loves airplane." Marcus smiled at his childhood best friend.

"We're going out drinking?" Colin smiled at marcus making Logan laugh. Logan couldn't help but look back where he saw the aircraft fly, hoping that it could pass by again.

Everytime Vienna was in the air, she felt like a whole different person. She loved how she felt in control of the aircraft that could kill so many things, it made her felt powerful. She loved how the air in her lungs would push out, making her gasp out for more only for it to disappear again.

The pressure felt good, something she got so use to, she loved being under pressure and off of adrenaline. She took a sharp turn when she saw her instructor behind her, only for him to still be there, no wonder her was the best of the best.

"Peirce, he's on your six!" Vienna turned sharply again, only for to get knocked out, by this she was 'dead', meaning she was out of practice. "Good run peirce." Her teammates told her only for them to return to base, ending practice for the day. "God job out there guys." Vienna smiled and gave her teammates a fist bump.

"Why don't we go out drinking today? it's on me." Payback insisted one of her teammates. "Laura is going to get mad at you again." Fanboy, Payback's weapon system officer scolded him. "Ou we're going to a bar?" A rather cocky little voice spilled, making some other chip in. "You still want to take the bill tonight?" Vienna smiled as his smile faltered.

"Good flying today Williams." Vienna looked up to see the most cockiest pilots she had the honor of flying with, too bad he was too good looking. "A non-snarky compliment from the one and only Hangman?" Vienna gave his a smirk making the taller male laugh, only rolling his eyes in return. Jake 'Hangman' Seresin was the asshole of the group, but he had his moments.

"Why don't you just confess your undying love for me, Peirce?" Hangman smiled, leaning down towards her, while she slicked back sweat. "Please, as if she's into you." Phoenix muttered, she was another teammate that was unfortunately paired with the man, while her WSO snicked.

"Whatcha laughing at Baby on board?" Hangman smiled, slinging his arm around the shy man. Bob only shrugged his shoulder, giving Hangman a teasing smile.

"So are we going out for drinks?" Vienna looked at Reuben, making the older male sigh in defeat. "I guess i'll invite you guys too." He said faking his disappointing tone, they knew he really didn't care.

"Hard deck?" Phoenix smiled, making the other nod in agreement. They all washed up and put on their khaki uniform to head to the most popular bar in all of San Diego, a bar meant for the Navy, a place you could also fall in love.

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game.

Everything became blurry to Logan, he could obviously see people but he didn't bother to pay attention to them. Seeing a group of Aviators by the doors, specifically a women. He didn't know why right after he crossed those doors, his heart jumped a little.

"Holy shit man, this is awesome!" Logan looked around in awe, seeing toy version of jets, some looked old and vintage, some he had collected. "Knew you were going to love it here, maybe you'll find actual love here too." Marcus smiled.

Logan still felt the pattern in his chest, he only thought it was the excitement from being inside a place he could semi geek out in.

On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shame.

Logan was too astonished looking at the ceiling that held so many things he could buy or want, but this caused him to bump into a person. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, making the girl that was just barely shorter than him smile, waving him off.

Logan didn't get to see her face well, causing him to make his gaze linger on her. He snapped back into reality when Colin guided him near the bar, in which he was pressured to drink a beer or two.

While he took a swing of his beer, he could see the sun setting almost, watching all the lovers leave the bar to see it go down. The tinted ocean waves rushed into the shore line then out, something you don't see much in Florida.

Then something bumped his back, he looked back and saw a couple kissing happily before rushing out towards the ocean. Logan had noticed that everyone was somewhat in love in here, and it felt like a film.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside.

His friends were too busy conversing, so he let his eyes wander around, taking everything in. For one, there were so many aviators here, something he was so drawn into. It was actually his dream job, then there was the one he had.

Some were wearing their white uniforms, others had their usual khaki ones. Some were drinking booze, some were celebrating, some were playing games, they were loving it.

Logan also had to remember this was a bar, a place where many perverted things could happen. His eyes wandered and saw a couple making out near the restrooms, making him avert his eyes near the entrance again. Only to see more and more couples giggling and running off, making the boy roll his eyes.

Until his eyes wandered near the 8 pool table in front of him, watching as the aviators played. A man and a women, a cocky man and a confident women, making his eyes land on her.

He noticed the sun set down, making the hues of orange settle down into the lovely sky, illuminating through the windows, making shiny objects shine. The jukebox then started to roll, 'Take my breath away, berlin, 1986'.

Then he saw her.

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say..

The Iconic intro felt so right Logan thought, when she had turned around to get a drink of the bar, everything became blurry to Logan, his argent skin was dusted with pink.

His ocean blue eyes, following her elegance. When the beat dropped he felt his eyes widen, taking in every aspect of her body to her face, Logan never felt to intrigued. Caramel skin, brown eyes. Bold smile, confident personality. A face that held little scars, a face that was in love with being a pilot.

Logan couldn't help but mutter something when she came near him to order,

"Take my breath away.."

Vienna eyes widen as her ears heard what the man has said, making her turn her head to look at him. Brown eyes being watched by blue ones, clear blue ones.

She let her eyes study him, one thing that stood out on his face was his beauty marks. One on his chin, one on his upper jaw then another one on his cheek. Flush blonde hair that was 'swooshed' to the side, and on the top of his head a pair of aviator ray bans.

Logan saw her let out a breathless laugh, bringing her hand to her mouth just lightly, brushing her plum lips. "A berlin fan?" Vienna had spoken to him, making his hands sweaty, and his mind to race with a million answers.

"No, just my honest reaction when I saw you.." Logan said, still so lost in her features, making the girl grow red and laugh sincerely at the compliment.

"Best compliment I've gotten.." Vienna smiled at him, making the boy grow a bit more confident. "A pretty girl like you should be used to them by now, no one sprinkling sugar on you?" Logan asked, putting his elbow on the bar and shifting his body towards her.

"Nah, I'm rather too busy to notice them." Vienna leaned on the bar, she was starting to like the boy who had taken her attention with just his smile. "It's a honor for you to notice me then." Logan smiled foolishly at her, making her laugh.

"You're not from here are ya?" Vienna gave him a cheeky smile, noticing the man didn't have a accent nor did he look like he was built for San Diego heat. "No ma'am I am not, I'm from Florida." Logan said noticing her features a bit more, then he had noticed she was in uniform.

"Your a aviator?" Logan said excitingly, making the girl confused. "Yes, this is a bar every aviator goes to, why, you surprised?" Vienna giggled lightly, taking in the amazed look on the boy, Logan could feel heat build up on his face.

Vienna smiled at his brightness, seeing the boy flustered was cute. "What's your name?" Vienna sat on the bar stool, wanting to know more of the man sitting in front of her. Logan smiled and extended his hand "Logan Sargeant, and yours?" "Vienna Williams."

"What brings you to San diego Logan?" Vienna liked how his name felt in her mouth, making her smile at him, knowing he would grow red from it. In which he did, Logan laughed just a bit, shaking his head slightly. "On vacation, visiting some friends." Logan took a sip of his beer, nodding his head over towards his friends.

Vienna looked over and saw two men behind him, her eyes shifting back towards him. "Okay, what's your job? it's only fair I get to know what you do." Vienna was rather trying to remember his name because had heard it before.

Logan was hesitant at first, but this was Fightertown USA, a small secluded area that not alot of people come here since it was near a navy base. Logan leaned in and whispered it just as light so no one would hear him but her. "I'm a Formula One driver." He said.

Logan watched as her eyes and ear took the information in, she looked at him then thought to herself. Logan wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know who he was, he wasn't that big of a racer yet, he was decent but wasn't good either.

"Oh, you're the racer for Williams right?" Vienna said, making his eyes go wide. "Yeah, you watch Formula one?" Logan asked resulting in her shaking her head no. "No, well actually yes, sometimes." Vienna rubbed her hands, she didn't know how to say it.

"You see, my friend Reuben is a super big fan and so is his wife, when I go to their house every sunday they watch races." Vienna explained continuing to ramble.

"They said they only became friends with me because my last name is Williams, which they said was a joke but it doesn't feel like it, anyways I'm rambling, sorry." She became red.

Logan laughed, shaking his head. "It's fine, you have a really light voice." Logan placed his head in his cheek, liking she was so pretty. "Y'know I always wanted to become a aviator." Logan watched as her face turned into another facial expression.

"Why's that? Isn't driving cars cooler?" Vienna took a sip of her beer, liking the small conversation going on. "Well yes it's cool but the navy was always my dream, I wanted to continue my dad's legacy." Logan told her. "I like planes, jets, spaceships, I like anything that flies.." he muttered.

"I'm starting to like you too." Logan smiled making Vienna laugh at his little flirtatious line. Vienna liked his childish manner of speaking, so she grabbed a napkin and a pen over the bar, writing down her number.

"You're a flirt Mr. Sargeant." Vienna could could feel her cheeks heat up as she stood up. Logan didn't want to stop talking to her, but it seemed it was almost time for her to leave, she had important things to do tomorrow.

Logan stood up with her making her giggle, and flatten her uniform. Vienna looped her fingers into his belt loops, pulling him forward, Logan looked at her, feeling as she tucked something into his front pocket.

"Maybe we can have dinner soon but I'm rather busy for the rest of the week, how about next weekend, hm?" Vienna smiled at the way she began to stutter out a response. "Text me Handsome." With that she stood on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Vienna could feel the heat on his face seep into her lips, making her smile as she waved goodbye. Logan watched her as she began to depart from her friends near the 8 pool table. His hands grabbed the paper in his pockets, seeing the napkin with her number on it.

Logan smiled at the napkin before placing it carefully back into his pocket and sat down with his friends again. "Wow your smile got bigger, snatched yourself a pilot?" Marcus laughed a bit, looking at his fool of a friend. Logan could only roll his eyes.

"Who were you talking to peirce?" Rooster leaned into her as he hugged her goodbye, he could see the girl smile lightly. "None of your business Chicken." Vienna said before departing.

Her friends looked at her then at the youngman who had catched her heart. "Glad I can confirm she has a type." Phoenix said, smiling at her friends choice. "She likes twinks?" Hangman groaned. Bob could only judge the man, making the rest laugh.

"You're just mad she's the second woman that's not into you." Rooster smirked, liking that it got him riled up. The Dagger squad laughed as the man played 8 pool angry.

Vienna felt relief as she got a text the very next day, Logan had texted her with a sweet message that got her smiling like a fool.

'Dinner on saturday, and if you can allow a walk on the beach as well? 🤍' — Logan. Vienna bit her bottom lip as she responded with a yes and returning the heart, she could only imagine how the night would end.

After that it was safe to say, Logan wishes were fulfilled as he held her hand while walking down the beach, getting to know her better. His ocean eyes glued to her and only her, as she was no longer in uniform but in a light blue sundress.

Logan felt like he was stuck into those stupid romcom movies, as the pair was finally in each others arms as they faded into the music credits, but Logan didn't want it to end, and he was determined.

A fool in a lovers game.

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