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k1mbe3rly · 4 months ago

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first of all, your writing is really niceeee💗💗

can i get nam gyu and the reader have been together for a long time, but when they were in the games, the reader got mad at him in the sink when it was just the two of them because of the pills nam gyu took from thanos, and nam gyu cried while she was holding him, burying his head in her neck(? fluff or smthing). i really need this. namgyu is really a masterpiece.

I love you, Nam gyu you cut it out.

You and nam gyu have been dating for awhile now, he’s a good boyfriend and all but the only problem you had with him was that he took drugs, he didn’t take a lot knowing you hated it so he calmed down with it

Both of you got into debt and decided to join the games after a salesman gave yall both a card, so here yall both were, in greenish tracksuits and a number on yalls chest

Nam gyu stayed with you thru out the games but you noticed his friend acting weird, the purple guy was very energetic and almost happy to be here which weirded you out, you watch as they bonded and by the 3rd game you noticed he was acting a bit weird as well

From dancing with him and going in circles to pushing and punching people to get yall into a room

It was until after you you 3 ran into a room panting you leaned against the wall eyeing Nam gyu noticing a bit of redish/yellowish in his eyes, you went up to him grabbing his cheeks making him look at you as he stared into you with confusion, “What is it babe?” he asked you

“Your eyes Nam gyu, why are the corner of your eyes redish?” you asked him with a slight of concern, he chuckled out, “It’s nothing..probably just because i haven’t gotten any proper sleep” he said

You hummed letting go of his face not believing him at all, Nam gyu took a glance at Thanos as Thanos gave him a look raising his eyebrows as Nam gyu laughed out, and that when it hit you, they were both on pills.

After the game you sticked with Nam gyu watching his every move, you got a bit distracted as you ate your food and once you finally looked at nam gyu you noticed him putting a colorful pill inside him mouth, he looks at you giving you a small awkward smile

You scoffed and just continued eating.

The guards let yall both go to the bathroom during lights out as you walked in last, he already felt the small tension between yall as he looked at you with a small look guilt, “What’s wrong?” he asked

You took a minute to answer “Are you taking pills with that guy?” you said, he stared at you fiddling with his sleeves which were always over his hands

“Why are you asking?” he simply said, you stared at him for a moment and frowned a bit giving him a disappointed look “I thought you stopped. Why are you taking them?!” you said raising your voice a bit

“It’s nothing that serious y/n.. they don’t do anything to me” he exclaims, “I don’t care? drugs are drugs nam gyu! why are you letting that guy basically control you!” you yelled out to him

He quickly tensed up as he stood up straight “He’s not controlling me. And just because i took like 2 pills from him doesn’t mean shit, so why are you acting like this!?” he yells back a bit, “Why am i acting like this? You told me you would stop! i trusted you!! I should’ve known you wouldn’t stop. You’re a fucking drug addict Nam gyu!” you yelled out pushing him

He stumbles back with a small glare at you “I’m not a fucking drug addict!!, those pills chill my nerves and that’s why we’re being able to get out of the games alive!” he yelled back, “I rather die than have you take drugs again!? Do you know how terrible you were when you were taking those?! why are you taking them again, do you wanna fall back into that shit hole!?” you told him harshly

He stared at you not answering at all, suddenly he clinged onto you, his arms wrapping around you hugging you, he was shaking a bit, as he nuzzled his head your head a bit, that’s when you felt something wet on your neck, he was crying

You sighed hugged him back, holding him tightly, “I’m sorry y/n..i really am. I just wanna get us both out of here alive, I wanna be able to be with you after this so we can finally be happy again.” He said as your expression softens

“I know me too. But you don’t need those to helps us, it’s just hurting you” You spoke to him softly, “I know..i just thought if I were to take them i would finally feel normal instead of paranoid of losing you. I love you so much i can’t fucking lose you.” he cried into your neck imagining those guards shooting you because he couldn’t save you in time or you failing in a game

“You’re not gonna lose me..we’re gonna get out of here alive i promise, if you just stop letting that guy tell you to pick ‘O’ we would’ve been home. There’s already enough money for the both us. I just wanna go home” you told him

He continue crying, “I promise i’ll get us both out of here. We’re gonna go home i promise. I love you..” he said to you as he looked at you, you smiled softly at him “I love you too.”

He smiled back at you as you wiped his tears, he leaned down kissing you softly and gentle, you kissed him back with that same gentleness as well.

He did keep his word, He got yall both out of there alive and let’s just say yall had a happy ending together

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natailiatulls07 · 2 years ago

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Wholesome moments

Formula one grid & female!driver!reader

Summary - 5 wholesome moments

Warning - none tbh, happy crying?? Being drunk??

Reader drives for RedBull

One - Late to post race press

I was in my drivers room, relaxing after a race. Strolling through tiktok when my manager, Emma, rushs in looking annoyed. "Oh hi Emma" I offer her a small smile which seems to only annoy her more.

"What are you doing?!" Her tone angry, by now I was confused. Pointing down to my phone which had a random tiktok playing on repeat. "You have the post race press, it was meant to start ten minutes ago but their waiting on you!" It was only then when I finally looked at the time, she was right.

Jumping up from the leather sofa, rushing out of my room toward the conference room with Emma close behind. Walking in, I could see everyones eyes on me. "Hey...so sorry for my tardiness" Laughing at myself awkwardly whilst everyone soon joined in with laughter.

Sit down in my seat between Fernando and Carlos. "So tell us Y/n what was so important that time fell away from you?" Turning my head to Daniel who had a smug smile on his face.

"Well if you must know Danny, tiktok has become very addictive recently" I wore a sheepish smile on my face as the room once again erupted in laughter.

"See kids these days, hooked to their phone" Daniel replied, shaking his head knowingly. It wsm't long before the laughter died down and we started press with myself in attendance.

Two - Prankster

If there was one thing on the paddock that I was known for it would be my notorious prank on anyone and everyone. LIke one time, I posted a instagram announcing 'my retirement'. This meant that I had my phone blowing up, texts, comments, missed calls and etc. I remember about two minute after I posted the instagram, I could a call from Christian. "Hey Chris!"

"What the hell Y/n?! What is going on with your instagram post?" I had to surpress my laughter and acted somewhat sad. He sounded upset, this made me feel almost sad for him.

"Oh yeah I know that its the middle of the season but I found some thing better for myself.." It was going great, I loved it. After a few seconds of silence, he came back to his sense.

"What could you have possible found that is better than not only driving for Redbull but for formula one?!" His voice was soon becoming more and more annoyed, and what I was about to say would set him off.

It was really hard to surpress myself from laughing when I told him the 'better thing'. "Have you ever heard of dog food tasters?" One could only imagine what his head was going through.

Yet again there was a few seconds of an awakward silence, a silence to sit through and not laugh. "Y/n... you're kidding me, you're the fussiest person I have ever met! And you're going to from fucking formula one and redbull to a dog food taster... you won't even drink coffee, let alone dog food!"

I could no longer hold in my laughter, doubling over I could hear Chris questioning my laugh. "Oh my god! You actually believed me, Christian I'm not leave redbull or formula one. I just pranked you" Dead silence until I heard Christian chuckle.

“I should of known, you little prankster” Let’s just say for the rest of the day, my phone would not turn off. Nearly every other driver on the grid calling, anxiety coursing through their heads.

Three - the little weight

It was the yearly FIA prize giving ceremony, everyone swapped out of their uniforms for gowns and suits. Hair and makeup done.

Sat in the buzzing venue, the night of celebrations meant I had not kept track of the amount of alcohol I was downing. Until I was announced as rookie of the year.

Raising from my seat, I made my way to stage. The crowd were clapping and cheering, I could see the other drivers sporting proud smiles.

Arriving to the mic which sat in the middle of the stage, I was handed my trophy. “Oh wow, thank you! I would like to say that I love you all and I’m that I want to thank Alex Turner for this because he is hot!” All it was rambling, I continued to ramble until Lando stood up from his seat.

“Quick question! Y/n how many drinks have you had?” His voice contained both concerns and amusement.

Holding up my free hand with two fingers, almost proudly. This small gesture made everyone burst into a light laughter. “Oh god! You are so drunk..” Lando trailed off whilst climbing up the stairs before walking me off stage.

“Come on, I think it’s time we start getting some water down you and maybe getting you home” He continued to walk me over to the grand reception where we waited for a taxi and drank some water.

Waking up the next morning, I was in my bed. Looking over at my phone, I could see a text from Lando along with other notifications probably regarding last night.

‘Hey kiddo, I managed to get you back to your apartment last night. Maybe next time don’t drink as much

Lots of love your big brother’

Checking social media, I immediately got embarrassment as my drunken ramble went viral.

Four - First F1 podium

“Okay Leclerc and Hamilton have a hot 7 seconds gap between you and them, keep pushing” It was the Austrian race and I had somehow settled myself into p2.

My anxiety was on an all time high when I was racing but currently being in p2 made that anxiety worsen. “Copy..” I was focused on getting that podium.

It would be my first podium, and even if I didn’t stand in pole position I would be happy. “How many laps left?” I asked my race engineer through the radio, I wanted to finish the race as soon as possible.

“Only two laps left, you can do it!” Only two that was reassuring to say the least. I could hear crowd cheering but I didn’t let that next my focus from the p2 spot.

“One lap left! Keep pushing!” One lap. One more lap until could stand on that podium for the first time. I accelerated the car, there was no chance I would catch Max but I had to keep that distance from the Ferrari and Mercedes behind me.

“There’s the checkered flag! You can do!” I could see the line and flag waving in the distance, it was only when I crossed the line that I really let my focus go and come to the realisation that I was on the podium.

“I did it! I fucking did it! P2 baby! That’s what I like to hear!” I could my race engineer laugh at my antics of the radio, whilst also tell me that they were incredibly proud.

Standing on the podium, I looked over at the crowd. A large smile was planted on my face. “Kiddo you did it! You’re on the podium!” I heard Max who was of course in p1 exclaim beside me.

I was soon soaked in sweet champagne, I didn’t care if it ruined my hair. All I cared about was the position I finished today’s race with.

Five - P1…oh how I like this view

Once again I was sat in the redbull car, awaiting for my the race to begin. I was very lucky to be granted pole position in Monaco of all places. It was tense as we all waited for the five lights to flash out.

And when the did, I was off leaving the wait line in no time. Tackling every tight curve, accelerating when ever I saw someone even get close to me.

I could feel the blazing sun down on my race suit. I could smell the scent of burning rubber. I could hear crowds who had lined the tracks. I could taste the exhaust filled air. But I felt like I had gone blind, just focusing on the track and maintaining my car from any possible damage.

Whilst in pit stop, my anxiety ran through the heavens. Just wanting to get back on the track and end with my win.

I was up against some of the best of the best. And I had to hold onto the pole position, hold onto that winning position.

“Verstappen is just over 5 seconds behind you so not much of a gap, keep pushing when you can” My race engineer was aware of anxiety when it came to racing, but she was also aware of my hunger for that winning position.

“Copy, how many laps?” Once again I was twisting around the narrow corners.

“Three, if you push the gap bigger you’ll probably win!” That’s was all I needed to give me motivation to push as hard as I can.

Pressing down on the accelerator, I heard the rumbling of my car increase in sound.

After three agonising laps, I could see the checkered flag being waved. Tears were welling up on my waterline. It was only when I cross that finish line when I then let them fall down my cheeks.

“I did… I’m first” I whispered, so only myself and my face engineer could hear. It was barely audible over the loud crowds who were cheering me on for my first win.

Finally standing above the number felt great. I felt tall, empowered, unstoppable and proud. Everyone was cheering as I was handed the trophy. Off to the side were the rest of the drivers who hadn’t won podium stood smiling up at me.

I felt that familiar family love once again. I always did whether I didn’t place top ten or if I had gotten to that first place position. I would be lying if I didn’t feel that love to them in return.

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toxic3mmy · 6 months ago

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Please!!! More Toxic Alex

prompt: toxic alex wants you all to himself

warning: smut!!! i haven't been writing lately due to work and family stuff and school but luckily this was sitting in my drafts for a while! Enjoy!!! PS... this isn't proofread teehee, srry for spelling or grammar mistakes <33

you sat at the table in the coffee shop where you were supposed to meet him. he had texted you earlier that same morning and you knew it was something you needed to do. you needed this closure for your own sake

the chime on the door caught your attention as alex walked in about 20 minutes after you sat down. the moment your eyes met his, you almost gave in completely. until you remembered how many nights you spent crying over him

"you're not going to believe this," Alexis said, his voice low and urgent as he sat in front of you, "but i had the craziest dream about you last night”

you looked up from the book you were reading, the words on the page suddenly blurring together, "oh?"

alexis leaned closer, his eyes darkening, "yeah, it was like you were calling out to me. and the moment i woke up, i just had to see you"

you took a sip of your coffee, trying to keep your cool. "well, it's good to catch up," you said, setting the book aside. "what’s this important talk you wanted?"

alexis's gaze held yours for a moment too long. "i’ve been thinking," he began, his hand reaching out to cover your cold hand, "about us."

there was a sudden thud in your chest. the warmth from his hand was a stark contrast to the chill his words brought. "alexis," you said, your voice firm, "we're over"

"i know," he replied, his grip tightening slightly, "but i can't help feeling like there's unfinished business."

you pulled your hand away, eyes narrowing, "there isn't"

alex leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "is that what your new boyfriend tells you?"

“don’t” you warned him sternly, “let me guess, you saw me with rubius earlier and you all of a sudden want me? yeah, no. you had your chance and you ruined it, remember?”

“so what if i saw you with that idiot? are you seriously trying to make this about him when we’re talking about us?” he raised his voice and sneered at you

“there is no us! i know for a fact that you’re being impulsive and acting on this jealousy you have towards any guy that even breathes in my direction” you said quietly, looking around to see if anyone else was looking at the two of you

“alex, please, let’s take this someplace private. i don’t want to do this here” you said and alexis quietly nodded, walking you out of the cafe and into his car

the two of you were incredibly silent as you drove to his house. there was so much tension between the two of you that you were so close to breaking down

you felt the unfinished conversation build up unpleasant questions and accusations

“do you seriously think that little boy is better than me? im the best you’ll ever have, honey” he smirked as he shut the door behind him and sat next to you on his sofa

“you didn’t even want me before and now that i’m moving on from you, you want me? you’re fucked up” you sighed

you were so frustrated with everything, especially him and his stupidly handsome face

“stop fighting this. just accept it, that loser will never compare to me” he whispered, using his fingertips to guide your face closer to his

“don’t call him that! he’s more of a gentleman than you will ever be. not that it’s any of your concern but he’s already taken me out on five dates and we just started dating last week”

“five dates? and you just got together? i gotta hand it to you, you’re easier than i remember. i guess i was wrong, you’re not mine, you’re free game” he said with disgust written all over his face

you couldn’t believe what he was saying, what he was calling you

“you have got to be kidding me” you said through gritted teeth

“oh i’m not, actually. face it y/n, that guy is nothing. he’s pathetic. you really want him? fine, have him. but you’ll come crawling back to me in the end. you need me” he inched closer to you with every exclamation

“i don’t need you! i can’t believe i ever liked you! rubius treats me better than you ever have!” you were yelling now as everything from the past you shared with alexis was coming back into your mind

“aw, how cute. you think he actually knows anything about you? i bet he doesn’t. not like i do. the sweet spots on your body, or how easy it is to make you tick. i know you better than that poor bastard can even imagine right now” he was practically hovering over you now

you immediately shoved him harshly, trying to keep as much space between the two of you as possible

“you think that just because you had my attention for one summer that you know me? nothing is the same anymore. you don’t know me at all. all you know is yourself, you selfish twat” you spat at him

you were standing now, collecting your things and moving towards the door to flee from this nightmare come true

“ha! me? selfish? please y/n. you’re telling me those moments we spent together meant nothing to you? that whole summer? you’re really just going to stand there and look me in the eyes and say that bullshit?” alexis stood and moved closer to you, not yet wanting you to go

“i loved you! i fucking loved you, alexis. and you didn’t love me back. you were too busy trying to look cool in front of your little prissy friends. not to mention the way you embarrassed me in front of everyone when you grabbed that girls ass. all for what? temporary asshole friends looking for a laugh?” you angrily wiped away the tears from your face

“i… i didn’t know you felt that way…” he said in a small and almost embarrassed voice

“of course you didn’t. i shut you out of my life and you never even tried to reach out to me. that was the last time we talked. you’ve been walking around with your nose up in the sky acting like your shit don’t stink. well, im over you, alex”

he stayed quiet as you continued,

“rubius is the complete opposite of you. he’s sweet, he’s considerate, and most importantly he doesn’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks. he takes care of me”

“i can recall how well i can take care of you, princesa. don’t you remember? or do you need a little help remembering?” alex said, inching towards you, his hand running down your back

“get your hands off of me!” you yelled, reaching out to move his hand away from you

suddenly, he grabbed your arm harshly and pinned you up against his front door

tears began to fall as he leaned into you

“don’t be rude y/n, be a good girl, yeah?” he said, trying to act unbothered and nonchalant

“alexis… please… just tell me what you want” you whispered as more tears rolled down your cheeks

“i think you know what i want… and i know you want me too…” he smiled innocently

“i d-don’t… i don’t want you…”

“come on y/n, let me at least give you a goodbye present. some closure, so to speak” he let go of you gently and opened his arms, asking you for one last hug

you sniffled and thought it over,

all you wanted to do was get the closure you needed and go home and so you slowly walked into his arms and let his warmth engulf you completely

you held him so tightly. you still felt so much love for him in your heart despite the way things ended. you pulled away and wiped your face, smiling sadly at alex.

“tell me, y/n, do you still love me?” alex asked in a small and sad voice

you nodded

“of course i do. i’ll always have a place for you in my heart. you were my first love” you sniffled, looking desperately into his eyes to find an ounce of that same affection you held for him

“aw sweetheart,” he reached into your back pocket and grabbed your phone. your heart immediately sunk as you saw your boyfriends name appear on your phone screen

“let's see what he has to say about that”

with a flick of his thumb, the facetime connected. the room grew tense once again as the line rang once, twice, then a click

"hello?"

you jumped closer, snatching the phone from alexis's hand

“what the hell are you doing?"

he smirked, standing closer to face you, "just giving him a little taste of what he's been missing out on"

“alex, no!" you tried desperately to hang up, but he grabbed the phone back

"look," he said, turning the screen to face me. your boyfriend's confused expression filled the screen. "you're mine, remember?"

the call went live, and alexis pulled you into a harsh kiss, his other hand holding the phone up so rubius could see. the sound of his voice, begging you to stop, was like a knife to your heart

alexis's hands roamed over your body, and you felt a mix of anger and revulsion. but there was something else, too – a flicker of the desire you once shared, a reminder of how intense things had been between the two of you

"see this?" Alexis murmured against your mouth, his eyes locked on the phone screen, "you still want me"

you pushed him away, the phone still in his hand

"you're pathetic," you spat, "this isn't going to change anything"

alex's eyes flashed with rage. he threw the phone on the couch, shattering the screen

"fine," he growled, "but if you think you can just walk away from me like this, you're wrong"

he stalked over to you, his movements predatory. you cautiously stepped back, your hand still on the door handle

"you're not leaving," he said, his voice low, "not until we settle this"

the air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved anger

"we're not doing this," you said, your voice shaking "i need to leave."

alexis took another step forward, his hand reaching out to grab your arm, "you owe me," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, "you owe me everything"

with surprising strength, you shoved him back, "i don't owe you anything," you said, the anger evident in your shaky voice, "now get out of my way"

he smirked, his eyes dark and hungry, "you know you want this," he said, starting to unbutton his shirt, "you always did"

your eyes widened as he began to peel your shirt off over your head, "no," you said, voice strained, "i don't," but the lie felt heavy on your tongue

alex's hands moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them with a deliberate slowness

"you're mine," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "always have been, always will be"

as you stood there, half-dressed, the weight of his words hung between you. the room was silent and all that could be heard was the harsh breathing

"we despise each other," you said barely above a whisper, "this isn't love"

he pulled you closer, his hands on your bare skin

"it's better than love," he said, his breath hot against your neck, "it's power"

you couldn't deny the heat building between the two of you as you stumbled towards the bedroom, your bodies tangling together in a dance of anger and lust. each touch was a declaration of war, each kiss a battle cry. you both tore at each other's clothes, the fabric ripping under your desperate grip

"you never loved me," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion as you fell onto the bed

"i never had to," he murmured, his eyes burning into yours, "i owned you, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you're the best piece of ass i've ever had"

with that, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you as he tugged at your body with an angry urgency. his touch was rough, his kisses bruising, but you couldn't ignore the dark thrill that shot through you

your bodies moved together in a fiery dance of spite and passion, each touch a silent declaration of your mutual contempt. alex's eyes bore into you, filled with a blend of anger and desire as he yanked your shirt over your head, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air. his own clothes followed in a flurry of fabric, each piece discarded with the same aggression he used to claim you

"i don't want you," you murmured through clenched teeth as his hands found the clasps of your bra, pulling it down roughly. he smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph

"the feeling's mutual," he said, his voice thick with lust. his bare chest pressed against you, the heat of his skin searing into your own. the weight of him was a prison, yet your body arched towards him, betraying the anger coursing through your veins

"admit it," he breathed into your ear, "you want this as much as I do"

you swallowed hard, the truth lodged in your throat. "no," you managed to say, but it was a weak protest. the fire between you had never been about love; it was a toxic mix of obsession and control

alex's hand trailed down your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves with a possessive touch. one of his hands settled at the crook of your neck, just like he used to have it when you were together

"tell me," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper, "tell me how much you need me"

your voice was hoarse as you complied, the words coming out in a rush, "i hate you, alexis"

"and yet," he chuckled, his hand moving from your throat to down in between your quivering legs, "you're so wet for me."

the admission hung in the air, thick and heavy with the scent of your desire. you both knew it was true – your bodies had always responded to each other's anger, your passion a twisted knot of love and hate. alex's hands continued to explore your body, each touch a declaration of his dominance

"say it again," he ordered, his voice a low rumble as his fingers found their way inside you. the words tumbled out of your mouth like a confession

"i hate you"

"that's right," he murmured, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. "you hate me, but you can't resist me."

your eyes met, locked in a battle of wills. the anger in his gaze was intoxicating, a challenge you couldn't ignore. you hated him, but as your bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm, it was clear that the line between love and hate had always been blurred.

with a snarl, you pulled his face to yours, kissing him hard, your nails digging into his skin. he groaned, his grip on you tightening as your movements grew more erratic

his fingers were curling deeply inside of your tight gummy walls. he was down beneath you on the bed now, his head buried happily between your thick thighs

“oh fuck! mmmf.. i hate you! i hate you so much!” you whined, your fingers pulling at his hair

“yeah darling? fuck that’s so sexy, tell me again” he said, coming up from your cunt for a brief moment

"i hate everything about you! except your cock… i need you inside of me, you fucking asshole!” you pleaded desperately

your hands fumbled furiously, until you found his hard and throbbing member. you pumped him slowly, in hopes that he would get inside of you already

“oh baby, if that’s how you want me. your wish is my command” he said before giving your leaking pussy one last lick before moving so that he was standing

he placed a pillow underneath your lower back and pulled your legs to dangle on either side of you. as he slowly pushed his thickness into your pussy, your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden stretch. he was so much bigger than you remembered

“my baby girl, look at me. that’s it, you’re doing so well. tell me who this pussy belongs to” alex smirked as he pulled your body impossibly closer, pumping himself in and out of you

“it’s so so good! it’s all yours! fuck.. it’s yours, alexis” you cried out as alex buried his cock deep inside of you

"that's right sweetheart, you’re such an obedient little girl for me” he praised as he fucked you like never before

you needed him closer, you needed to close the distance between your warm naked bodies. alex sensed what you wanted and he pulled you up from the bed, settling you on his toned belly as your legs curled around his body in an effort to help keep you upright.

whimpers and moans filled the air as alexis pinned your back against the nearest wall. he was fucking into you relentlessly, never giving you a chance to breathe. you were in complete ecstasy

suddenly, alexis captured your mouth in a passionate kiss. nothing else in the world mattered in that very moment

"this doesn't change anything," you panted, breaking the kiss

"it doesn't have to," he smirked, his eyes filled with victory, "as long as you're still mine."

your hate-filled union reached its climax, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. for a moment, you were locked together, bound by the intensity of your shared history. but as the passion ebbed away, the cold reality of what you had just done settled over you like a shroud

the silence that followed was deafening, filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing. We lay there, our hearts racing, the space between us charged with the electricity of our unspoken truths.

alex rolled off of you, his eyes never leaving my face. "this isn't over," he said, his voice a warning

"It's never been over," you replied, your voice filled with a sadness that even surprised you

you dressed in silence, the weight of your actions pressing down on you like an unseen force. as you slipped your shirt over your head, the fabric whispered against your skin, a stark reminder of the power he still held over you

when you were both dressed, alexis handed you your phone, the screen a jagged mess of shattered glass

"call him," he said, his voice cold

you took the phone, my hands shaking, "why?"

"because," he said, "i want him to hear it from you, y/n"

you dialed the number, your heart in your throat. when your boyfriend answered, you took a deep breath

"rubius... you need to come over," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you"

as the line went dead, you looked at alexis, the realization of what you had just done crashing down on you. his smug smile told you everything you needed to know – this was just the beginning of his twisted plan for revenge

#alex quackity #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x y/n #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity smut

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loafysainz · 4 months ago

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Keep it Lowkey

pair: lando norris x minji nj

summary: A famous model and an F1 driver are secretly dating, but they keep it lowkey to dodge the paparazzi and online drama.

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ishiharakiko ココ・シャネル @wmagz @chanelofficial

kendalljenner so stunning

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user1 You’re absolutely killing it kiko 😍✨

user2 Damn... this look is everything 🔥

user3 Literal perfection 🔥

lilymhe omg... can you just date me?!?!?

ishiharakiko yes pls date me

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landonorris time to ski

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user 2 cant believe he is keeping it a secret! we need names, lando!

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mclaren 👀

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lilymhe finally go on a date with my gf

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user 1 omg I had no idea they were friends :v

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user 2 lando what are you doing here ariana?!?! LOL

user 3 LMAO I saw him liking this post even though he doesn’t follow Lily

user 4 guys.... is the girl kiko...

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georgerussell63 someone getting outdone by Lily here 😁

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Lando was sulking in the corner, arms crossed and brows furrowed. "I swear, George and Alex just can’t stop teasing me," he grumbled to Kiko, his voice a mix of frustration and playfulness. "They’re acting like I’m some loser and I’m over it."

Kiko giggled, leaning closer to him. "What do you mean?"

He sighed dramatically, looking at her with a hint of softness in his eyes. "I wanna show the world that you’re mine, you know? I’m done keeping us on the down low."

His words made Kiko heart flutter. "You’re cute when you get all clingy," she teased.

sulky Lando’s turned into a grin. "Well, if I’m gonna be clingy, it’s only because I really want everyone to know you're with me."

"Well, then you can do it."

Lando's excitement was almost contagious, his energy through the roof. "Alright, world, get ready!" he laughed, gently taking her hand and giving it a soft kiss.

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landonorris and ishiharakiko

landonorris finally let the world know @ishiharakiko

alex_albon congrats, you two!

lilymhe stop being cute or i’m unfollowing. but yay, love you both! 🫠✨

mclaren love look good on you both 😍

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alexandrasaintmleux my favorite plot twist of the season. Finally!!

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georgerussell63 finally, Lando grows up. Proud of you, mate! 😂

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user 1 HELLO?? THIS IS THE PLOT TWIST WE DIDN’T KNOW WE NEEDED 😭

User 2 I KNEW IT. WE WON. THE SOFT LAUNCH WAS REAL!! 🫶✨

User 3 BRB SCREAMING BEST COUPLE EVER

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f1wags.official The grid has a new power couple! 💕 Lando Norris and Ishihara Kiko just made it official, and we’re here for the love story we didn’t see coming.

User 1 i’m actually crying, this is TOO cute 😭❤️.

user 2 right?! they’re literally perfect together 🥹

User 3 soft launch detectives, we WON! 👏✨

user 4 all those matching post finally make sense 😂.

User 5 Kiko is officially the Queen of the grid 🔥👑

user 6 manifesting cute paddock moments asap!"

#landonorris x minji #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris fic #kim minji #newjeans #minji fic

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egotisticaleverything · 7 months ago

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Stand Still - McSummers

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: NSFW, Anal sex, Anal fingering, spit as lube, normal teasing, (obvious) language, feeling up, homoerotic suit fittings, banter, floor sex, minor injury, consent checks

A/N: Gender and sex are NOT the same thing. Gender is what you identify as and sex is what Hank McCoy and Alex Summers had in that training bunker during first class when no one was around. STAY INFORMED.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

“God would you just stand still for a second-?” Hank groaned, knelt down into the cold metal flooring of the bunker as Alex stood above him, squirming as he attempted to get his vest fitted.

“Yeah well if you weren’t getting so handsy I wouldn’t be wigglin’.” The blonde retorted, continuing to shy away from hanks touches, leading to yet another exasperated huff to escape the brunette’s lips,

“Maybe if you stayed still I wouldn’t have to get so handsy.” He muttered, moving himself to the other side to continue his work, his tone seething with annoyance as his hands grazed over Alex’s frame.

“You biting back today bozo?” Alex laughs, looking down at Hank as he inhales deeply through his nose, presumably calming himself.

“I don’t really have a choice in the matter when you’re this bratty now do I?” The taller man stands up, bringing his hands to the straps on Alex’s shoulders and adjusting them slightly, moving his hands down the others body as he finagled with the vest.

“Bratty? What am I four?” Alex scoffs cockily, his attitude shifting slightly as Hank’s hands made their way to his waist, tugging and loosening the straps in an attempt to even out the compression. The positioning sending a surprising wave of perplexing emotions through Alex’s body, a rising feeling of heat washing over him as Hank’s hands sweep across his figure, ever so gently.

“You sure act like it.” Hank chuckles, his breath brushing the back of Alex’s neck, lingering in his position seemingly purposefully before giving Alex’s shoulder a pat, “all good.” He says stepping back, “that’ll make sure the beam is directed forward, just gotta aim.”

“You’re stayin’?” Alex asks baffled, turning his head towards Hank as he leans on the wall behind him, genuine concern breaking through his voice.

“Unless you’re planning on spinning around to shoot be directly I should be fine.” The brunette shrugs, sliding his notebook out of his pocket along with a pen, flicking through it as he began to scribble down notes, “you gonna shoot or what?” He looks up for a second, a smirk tugging on the side of his mouth,

“You’re extra sassy today ay McCoy?” Alex chuckles, moving his feet to ground himself firmly on the floor, taking a deep breath in as he began to focus his energy onto his powers.

“It’s 4 in the morning, I’m not caffeinated and sleep deprived.” Hank answers plainly, still jotting down notes as Alex continues, “less of a voluntary choice and more of an… automatic psychological response.” He shrugs, fiddling with his pen between his fingers, eyes fixated on Alex.

“Quit talkin’ nerdy when I’m tryna focus Specs.” Alex grumbles, taking in another shaky breath as the heat of the building blast collecting inside him, sitting at his core heavily as it grew, the warmth of his body rising as all of his energy seemed to grow stronger, weighing heavy on his frame. Almost without warning it shot out, one singular beam, all of his intensity in one blast, causing him to stumble backwards, tripping over his own feet. “HANK-! Get down!” Alex squawked in a panic as he plummeted to the floor, his head hitting the hard pavement as his frame collapsed, the beam finally stopping as a jolt of pain stung through Alex’s entire body, from his head down to his spine, causing him to let out a pained cry.

“Alex!” Hank shrieked, lunging forward to kneel by the side of the blonde, bringing a hand up to check his head as the other cupped his cheek, his touch gentle, tender as he ran his hand through Alex’s hair to check for blood. “Oh my god, are you okay?” He spluttered, his voice laced with a genuine concern.

“Yeah- shit… I just didn’t ground myself properly… not used to it being so focused.” Alex says in a strangled groan as he hoists himself up onto his elbows, Hank’s hands moving down his body, one to his shoulder, the other to his chest, as a different type of warmth seemed to rise throughout his body.

“Oh my- I should have thought of that, I’m so sorry I’ll work on something to mellow out the blasts a bit or- or absorb some of the blow-“ Hank began to ramble, his hands moving all over Alex’s body searching for any visible injuries as he did. The sensation of Hanks gently caring touches sent a shiver down Alex’s spine as an expression filled with bewilderment was plastered across his face, now completely red. “I’m so so sorry- Alex?” Hank paused, his gaze meeting Alex’s as he stared at him in a flustered shock, his lips slightly parted as a shaky breath escaped him.

His gaze flickered to Hank’s lips, then back to his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, were they always so pretty? Even with his darkened under eyes and messy hair from lack of sleep Alex couldn’t deny Hank was devilishly attractive. I mean yes he had stopped to check him out once or twice but not for this long he never-

“Alex are you okay?” Hanks voice snapped the blonde out of his flustered daze, grounding him slightly as Hanks hands rested on his body, one on his hip, the other on his thigh. “Alex what’s going on say someth-“ Hank was cut off suddenly as Alex grabbed the sides of his face and practically smashed it into his, their lips colliding chaotically as Hank sat there wide eyed, a small whimper of shock escaping his lips before Alex pulled away,

“Oh my god.” He huffed out his eyes filled with fear as Hank stared at him, expressionless, lips still parted slightly. “I’m so sorry, we should stop-“ Alex quavered, shakily beginning to move his hands off of Hanks face.

Suddenly, and without a word Hank grabbed Alex’s wrist, moving his hand back to his cheek before he pulled him back in, lowering Alex onto the ground as he positioned himself above him. Their kiss this time more tender, warm, soft even. As Alex melted into Hank’s touch his eyes fluttered shut, a small groan escaping him as the taller boy tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth teasingly.

“Don’t stop.” Hank finally spoke, rushed between kisses, his breath sharp, voice laced with desperation. “Don’t ever stop. Alex, I-… Alex, I want you.” Hank panted, his eyes filled with emotion as his hand came up to stroke the side of Alex’s cheek, “Alex, I need you.”

Alex didn’t need another word. In one moment he slung one of his arms around Hank’s neck, pulling I’m back down into a kiss as his other hand traveled down his body, taking the brunette’s tie between his fingers and tugging harshly, earning a flustered squeak from the taller man. Hank brought his hands back down to Alex’s waist as he slotted their legs between one another, lightly pressing his knee into the groin of the man below him. The teasing contact making the blonde groan in frustration as he ground down, desperate for more friction. Hank pulled away momentarily, his chest heaving, breathing jagged as he stared down at Alex, face still completely flushed as his supple lips glistened with their shared saliva. He soon moved downwards, placing scattered kisses and bites along Alex’s jaw, slowly making his way down his neck as his noises grew more desperate and whiney,

“Hank I swear to god if you don’t rip my pants off and fuck me already-“ Alex complains through strangled whimpers,

“What? Can’t handle a little teasing?” Hank chuckles, unzipping the side of the vest as Alex discards it, moving his own hands to undo Hank’s belt before being stopped by a firm hand snatching his away, “Hey, I’m not fuckin’ you unprepped. I’m an asshole not a monster.” Hank smirks, tugging down Alex’s sweats and boxers in one go, spreading his legs further apart and settling himself in between them. “Spit.” Hank says plainly, holding up his fingers to Alex’s mouth,

“What?” Alex gawks, caught off guard by the others request.

“Quit being such a brat for two seconds and spit on my fingers.” Hank huffs, looking down at the blonde with an expectant glare through messy hair and fogged glasses. Alex complies, spitting on Hank’s hand as he rubs it through his fingers, placing his other hand on Alex’s waist, adjusting his position slightly. “Ready?” Hank asks calmly, his composure still somehow intact.

“Fuck- Yes. Of course Bozo or else I wouldn’t be splayed out on this bunker floor.” Alex throws his head back with an annoyed groan, “I swear if you don’t do something I-“ Alex cuts himself off with an almost ear shatteringly pornographic moan, as Hank jams two of his fingers into him, curling them slightly to hit his prostate.

“You were saying?” Hank nods with a smirk as he started pumping his fingers in an out, moving his free hand all over Alex’s abdomen, down his collarbone, around his pecs, brushing lightly over his nipples and down to his shaft. Running his hand gently along the length before rubbing his thumb over the leaking slit. Causing a slurry of unintelligible sounds of pleasure to escape Alex’s plump lips, “so pretty like this. I could just eat. You. Up.” Hank teases, leaning down to bite Alex’s neck, earning another ear ripping noise from the blonde below him.

“Fuckfuckfuck- Hank wait I can’t I’m gonna cum-!” Alex sputters out through strangled moans, his voice high pitched and laced with pathetic desperation. “I can’t… fuck I want- need you inside me now. Now.” He groans through gritted teeth.

“As you wish.” Hank replies cockily, pulling his two fingers out before starting to undo his belt, the metal clanking against the hard concrete as his pants fall, the imprint of his hardened dick making Alex’s eyes widen, “You know what they say about guys with big feet.” He says simply, shoving down his boxers, letting his cock press against Alex’s inner thigh for a moment before asking, “you okay with this?”

“Yes.” Alex replies instantly, his voice unbelievably certain, his eyes not leaving Hank’s shaft.

“Okay…” Hank mutters, pressing his tip against Alex’s entrance, slowly pushing himself inside as he gives Alex time to adjust. Strangled whines of pain and pleasure escaping Alex’s lips as he claws at Hank’s arms, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck you’re tight.” Hank groans out lowly as he bottoms out, staying still for a second before staring at Alex in anticipation, the blonde granting him a nod before he starts moving slowly. Hank quickly builds a rhythm, beginning slow, his touches gentle as his hands rest on Alex’s hips, so tender as he thrust into the smaller blonde.

“Fuck- Hank please,” Alex whines, his breath jagged and shaky, “I’m not fucking breakable, just fuck me already. Hard and fast.” He groans, bringing his hand up to grip the brunette’s jaw aggressively,

Those words were all that Hank needed, all he needed before he started to absolutely plough into Alex like a jackhammer, one hand on his hip and the other next to his head, keeping himself balanced as he abused the blonde’s prostate. A slurry of incoherent groans escaped him as his pace quickened, leaning down to leave a gallery of bite marks and hickeys along Alex’s neck. Soon enough Alex felt his climax approaching once again, his whimpers growing more desperate as he wrapped his legs around the brunette, using the leverage to shove himself down onto his cock at full force.

“Hank- shit- I’m gonna cum, don’t stop don’t you fucking dare stop.” Alex spilled through a wobbly groan, his head thrown back in pleasure, “fuuuck..”

“Fuck- no I’m not stopping. I’m never fucking stopping.” Hank huffs lowly, his head still buried in the others neck as he continues his violation of his core, his own climax fast approaching. “Cmon’ cum for me- please, Alex please.” He huffed out, his voice heightening in pitch as he felt himself growing closer, Alex let out a violently loud scream of pleasure, tearing through his vocal cords as he came, spilling out all over onto the pairs stomachs as Hank soon followed. Spilling himself deep into Alex’s core, biting down on the other’s shoulder with a loud groan as they both came down from their highs, before pulling out and flopping onto the floor beside him.

“Oh my god.” Alex wheezes, still catching his breath,

“We’re so fucked.” Hank says, still staring at the ceiling as he attempts to even out his own breathing,

“What?” Alex asks, still half in a daze,

“Charles is so gonna know.” The brunette turns his head to the blonde with a lopsided grin,

“Shiiiiit.”

#smut #fanfic #drabble #hank mccoy #x men first class #xmen #xmen days of future past #xmen movies #beast #havok #Alex summers #mcsummers #Hank McCoy x Alex Summers #Halex

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kathlare · 7 days ago

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keep driving

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Through soft laughter, honest silences, and the comfort of old friendships, Amelie finds herself slowly returning to a version of herself she thought she'd lost.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: none

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May 9th, 2020 - Maui, Hawaii

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The smell of cinnamon and melted butter hit Alex before he even opened his eyes.

For a second, he thought he was dreaming. It smelled like Saturday mornings when they were twelve and Amelie had decided waffles were a love language. He blinked himself awake, groaning as he shoved the blanket off his face and sat up, squinting toward the soft light bleeding in from the hallway. The villa was mostly quiet, save for the occasional crashing wave outside and...

Laughter.

A real one.

It made Alex pause. He hadn’t heard that laugh from Amelie in a long time. Not the forced kind she gave when people were watching, not the one she used like armor. This one was warm. Bright. Stupidly alive.

He rubbed his eyes and padded barefoot down the hall, stretching his arms as he stepped into the open kitchen.

And then he saw her.

Amelie was standing by the stove, hair tied in a messy braid down her back, barefoot in one of Elias’s ancient Harvard sweatshirts and a pair of bike shorts. The morning sun haloed around her, and she was flipping pancakes with one hand while holding her phone propped up on a kitchen towel, talking animatedly into FaceTime.

—No, you burnt it last time. Literally. I saw smoke.—

A voice crackled through the phone, accented and familiar in a way Alex couldn’t place for a beat. Until he did.

—That’s slander. I was making crepes, thank you very much. It’s part of the process.—

British. Too smooth. Too comfortable.

Alex froze. His eyes narrowed. The camera view was blurry from this angle, but the voice was clear as day.

Lando fucking Norris.

She was giggling again, that same laugh that hadn’t lived in her in almost a year.

—If by “process” you mean “setting the flat on fire,” then sure,— she teased, flipping a pancake onto a plate and nudging it aside.

Alex leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, not saying a word yet. Just watching.

Amelie had no idea he was there, too caught up in whatever virtual universe she and Lando had built.

—You like me for my chaos,— Lando said through the phone, and it made her laugh again... this time softer, almost like she forgot she wasn’t alone.

Alex studied her face. The way she bit the inside of her cheek when she smiled. The way her eyes sparkled even though she probably hadn’t even brushed her hair yet. She looked… like her. Like before.

And he hated how much that said.

—Don’t flatter yourself,— Amelie said, wiping her hands on a dish towel and leaning in closer to the phone. —You’re just my favorite pandemic pen pal.—

—Rude. I thought we had something real.—

—You thought we had something real because we carried each other in Valorant. That’s not love, Norris. That’s just strategy.—

Lando groaned dramatically on the call. —You’re cold.—

—You like it.—

Alex could practically see the grin on Lando’s face from the other side of the world, even without seeing the screen.

And that was when it hit him.

Fuck.

They were both so stupidly gone for each other. Neither of them saw it—yet—but Alex did. Clear as day. It was the way she softened at the sound of his voice, the way Lando’s sarcasm wrapped itself in flirtation just barely skimming the line. This wasn’t just gaming friends. This wasn’t just pandemic boredom.

This was something.

And maybe Amelie didn’t know it yet. Maybe she still didn’t trust herself to feel anything that big again. Maybe she hadn’t let herself notice that the ache she thought was permanent had eased slightly the moment this dumb British boy started showing up in her life, uninvited but somehow needed.

But Alex saw it.

And Cameron would’ve seen it too.

He sighed quietly and finally made his presence known, stepping further into the kitchen and clearing his throat.

Amelie jumped.

—Jesus, Alex!— she yelped, nearly dropping the spatula. —You scared the hell out of me.—

—That’s what you get for flirting at high volume before 10 a.m.,— he deadpanned, grabbing a mug from the shelf and pouring himself coffee.

Lando’s voice came through again, slightly amused. —Is that Alex? The one who looks like he could kill me in three moves?—

Alex turned slowly toward the phone. Lando’s face was now visible, blurry from the camera angle but unmistakable.

He raised his hand in a lazy wave. —Hey. You must be the British chaos gremlin that’s been distracting her from making edible pancakes.—

Lando beamed. —Guilty as charged.—

Amelie groaned. —Oh god, no. Please don’t become friends. I beg you.—

Alex ignored her. His gaze lingered on Lando a second longer before softening just slightly.

—Thanks for making her laugh,— he said quietly. Not for Amelie. For Lando.

The boy on the screen blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity.

—Anytime,— he said.

And Alex nodded. Just once.

Because yeah. He knew. Maybe Amelie didn’t. Maybe Lando didn’t even fully realize it himself. But something was happening. Something soft and messy and undeniable.

He walked over, stole a pancake straight off the plate, and winked at Amelie before heading toward the balcony.

—He’s gonna be insufferable about this now,— she muttered, but there was a flush to her cheeks she didn’t bother hiding.

Lando chuckled. —Think he likes me?—

—No. Not even a little bit.—

She was wrong.

Alex definitely did. Because for the first time in a long time, his best friend looked like she might actually be okay.

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ameliesleftbrow: alex is literally the only man lando isn’t jealous of → softboilf1: @ameliesleftbrow no bc lando saw “best friend” and said “i’ll allow it” 😭 → f1hotgirl: @softboilf1 barely. man’s fighting demons every time she hugs another dude 💀

daymanhub: they’re either trauma bonded or just really good at giving ✨main character duo✨ → chaoticmclaren: @daymanhub both. they’ve seen things

wolffpack.edits: alex walking into every situation like “i’m the brother now” → nocontextdayman: @wolffpack.edits god said “no siblings? fine. here’s alex.” → lanstanned: @nocontextdayman lando’s punching the air rn in germany 💀

hawaiidaydreams: she’s living her mamma mia era and i’m here for it → tortellinodayman: @hawaiidaydreams she just needs a greek island and a paternity mystery

idkamelie: imagine being alex and getting front row seats to THE slow burn of the century → f1nosleepclub: @idkamelie he’s watching lanmelie live like it’s a prestige drama

amelie.angel: alex is the only man lando tolerates near her and it SHOWS → landozcurlz: @amelie.angel the way he’s like “ok fine but if you TOUCH her...

quadqueen: alex wolff is the best thing that’s ever happened to her (after lando. barely.)

sunsetsyndrome: every time i see her on a beach i lose one year of my life from envy → vacayvibez: @sunsetsyndrome literally hawaii should pay HER for promo

beachsidebabie: alex and amelie just radiate ✨platonic soulmate✨ energy → bohemianlano: @beachsidebabie they’re like those chaotic siblings who are way too close and make everyone uncomfortable but also jealous

totoifyouseekamy: ok but her beach hair?? that’s not from this planet

lanmelieshrine: they’re the only platonic duo we trust → mclarenmami: @lanmelieshrine okay but why do they serve twin flame energy

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The sun was bleeding gold across the horizon, staining the water in hues of fire and honey. The sea had calmed down from its playful chaos earlier, when Amelie and Alex had spent most of the afternoon swimming, laughing, floating on their backs like they were kids again. Now the waves only lapped gently at their feet as they walked along the shore, quiet except for the sound of their footsteps and the occasional squawk of a seagull in the distance.

Amelie’s hair was still damp, curls sticking to the back of her neck. She was wrapped in a towel she hadn’t bothered to tie properly, her sandals dangling from one hand, the other clutching the hem of her oversized hoodie.

Alex walked beside her, a few steps behind at times, kicking at seashells, letting the silence stretch.

Until he broke it.

—So, when are you inviting Lando over?—

Amelie stumbled slightly, not from the sand but from the question, eyes narrowing as she turned her head sharply toward him.

—What?—

Alex shrugged like it was nothing. But he was watching her closely.

—Lando. You know, tall-ish, curly hair, stupid British accent. The one who makes you laugh like you used to.—

—Oh my god, Alex,— she groaned, rolling her eyes as she looked ahead again. —Not this again.—

—Yes, this again,— he said, tone stubborn but gentle. —You haven’t laughed like that in months, Amie. You haven’t been like this in months. Not since…—

He didn’t say it. He didn’t have to.

She knew. Since Cam.

Her jaw tensed.

—He’s just a friend. He’s fun, he’s stupid, he’s entertaining during quarantine. That’s it.—

Alex snorted.

—Bullshit.—

She whipped her head around again.

—Excuse me?—

—You heard me. You’re different around him. Not in a weird way. In a good way. Like you’re… you again. He gets under your skin, and you let him. That never happens. And don’t pretend it’s nothing. I see it.—

She kicked a rock into the surf, hard.

—You think you see it. You’re projecting. You’ve been watching too many rom-coms during lockdown.—

—Amelie.—

His voice had softened again.

—He makes you glow. Like... I haven’t seen that light in you since—

—Don’t.—

She stopped walking. The word came out sharper than she meant, but she didn’t take it back. Her eyes were trained on the water, her chest rising with a quiet breath she couldn’t quite release.

Alex didn’t speak again. He just waited.

Eventually, she did.

—It’s not that simple, okay? I’m not ready for any of that. Whatever that even is. I have too much going on. I don’t want to feel anything real right now. It’s easier to just… play it all off.—

Alex hesitated.

—What about Joshua?—

Another breath.

This one tighter.

—Josh is… simple. Familiar. He doesn’t expect anything from me. He doesn’t ask for more. That’s what I need right now. Something that doesn’t make me feel like my chest’s gonna crack open if I let it.—

Alex stared at her, arms crossed.

—You’re scared.—

—No shit I’m scared.—

Her voice cracked. She didn’t even try to cover it.

She turned away from him quickly, starting to walk back toward the villa with purpose now, kicking sand as she moved. Her towel nearly slipped off, and she tightened it hastily around her waist.

—I left my phone inside. I need to check in with Elysia,— she tossed over her shoulder, voice flat.

Alex didn’t follow immediately.

He just stood there, staring at the fading footprints she left behind.

Because she was scared, yeah. He got it.

But he also knew the difference between fear and denial. And what Amelie didn’t realize yet was that whatever was growing between her and Lando? It wasn’t going to go away just because she pretended it didn’t matter.

It already did.

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darbonime · 2 months ago

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the shame of being himself

contains: college alex, selfharm and no reader, just him. hope everyone will stay untriggered by the topic.

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His fingers tremble but he can’t do the first cut. It’s always the first that he struggles to do. Tears embarrassingly sting on his dry skin, feels like it tightens around the skull – a common feeling. Alex holds a stationary knife, very tight, he hesitates – it’s unnatural for a human being hurt by themselves. The sharp tip is against the soft sensitive skin, scars on him are always very noticeable and the choice to deal with difficulties this way is not the best. It’s not the best anyway, no matter the skin sensitivity, that’s what people say – Alex doesn’t care as long it helps. It’s going to heal anyway. He isn’t a fool – there’s should be the end of it. They, the cuts, raised with him, from light ones they became the violent ones, merciless. An addiction.

Faint scars hide underneath the plain jumpers or Adidas windbreakers as everything stays unsaid, a pocketful of secrets and regrets. His friends are amusement, they don’t talk about those kinds of things, it’s a shame for a man to be a crybaby like him. But Alex sobs, very quietly lets out only not loud sounds – to free emotions but don’t wake anyone.

The things he said, or didn’t say, the stupid joke of a friend about him, the way no one sees. Never sees. The things he could do better, the things he messed up, the things he can’t do, the things others can do but not him. He wonders what he could’ve done wrong in that life or previous. Sometimes he looks up to whispery ask “God, why?” There’s no God but Alex wants to reach out for anyone. There’s no anyone. It’s only him. No one else.

The blade goes into skin, hesitantly but harsh and quick – Alex doesn’t pity himself, that pain is well-deserved. He takes a breath, a shuddering one, wipes the single salt tear on the cheek. His disheveled hair from hour of mourning starts to stick to the forehead, and blanket pulled around the legs starts feeling hot and annoying, the t-shirt clings to the body and room narrows on him, the borders of things around him get blurry.

Taking a leap, it dissolves all emotions. Alex feels like an empty package from some toy. The hatred and torture leaked into cut on the wrist not leaving for him anything but blank mind. Voices are silent in his head, cuts euthanize them, they go to the void. There’s no “Want to drink water” or “I’m tired.” The moment is quick, could have no sense or any importance, like a chore, but cuts will remind him of themselves for a few days, giving him the thoughts to think in the middle of the day or after classes on the bus.

His arm is trembling, and blood starts to slowly appear in the place where skin was damaged by him, but it’s not the end. He goes underwater, goes deeper, presses the blade with loathing. Alex cuts again. And again. And again, until stationery knife doesn’t fall on the bedsheets naturally. He shivers as if being splashed into cold water, but it’s only common aftershocks. Alex wants to cry out from pain, physical and emotional.

Night light falls onto his act, looks almost cinematic. Blood appears on every of the cuts, gradually, but then it will look like water droplets on the spiderweb, until they get dry, and he wipes them – it will look wretched. The morning will start with disgust to himself and exhaustion from waking up again, the haunting disappointment when cuts will rub against the fabric during the day. The shame of not having other ways to have emotional release, the shame for being himself and not someone who is much easier. This time is going to be the last one, he says to himself after every time to end up doing the same.

Alex leans on the wall, breaths, and closes eyes as if to get back on the course. It’s stuffy and late, he feels fatigue crashes over him, the cuts sting and he knows they will until he gets used to it as always. His shaky hand puts the stationery knife back on its place – bedside table drawer, always at hand, but hidden under the book. Just in case.

“Should put on me hoodie…” Alex mumbles to himself to awake after kind of trance, to understand that life is going to continue, and he should do something about it. Now, put his hoodie on. His voice sounds fervent and raspy as if he was having a high temperature. The carefulness is important – he doesn’t want to know how his friends might react when one of them will come wake him up, because he oversleeps as always. The more important he doesn’t want any of them to see nor react. Alex doesn’t know how he would react if he saw the cuts on the wrist of a friend. Probably, he would feel guilty, for not noticing. The thought of someone going through the same as him made his heart squeeze sufferingly, it doesn’t feel right. They aren’t him to deserve it.

Getting up, he feels weak, but it’s only lack of sleep, it’s really time to rest. Limbs have a numbing feeling in them, as do have legs. Alex slips into an old hoodie, warmth spreads over body, giving a sense of comfort and safety. He stops to look outside the window – usual way of things. Not really winter but not exactly spring, he only hopes for a warming sun tomorrow and a coffee with sugar. After wintertime makes him feel almost human and reminds him that things weren’t or won’t be that way constantly. It might get better, Alex wants to believe. Night sky is deep, and he wishes to find the star he always searches for between buildings when he looks out of the window at nights – it doesn’t seem to be here – it’s okay. He heavily sighs.

When a blanket envelops him, for a second, he feels like a child back in careless time. No thoughts, the head is pleasingly quiet but somewhere in the back Alex knows it’s not as good as he thinks it is. People should have emotions and should feel, lamentable as it is. He drifts off, and next day he will wake up to the cruel sensation of cuts, need to get up and a necessity he can’t escape to face his own dramatization. Eyelids get shut and eyelashes innocently rest down, they are slightly wet. Curling around himself, his body disappears into desirable dreamless slumber, his previous rugged breath is finally peacefully calm. Sleep well, Alex.

a/n: not a proper fic... more of a personal thing that i wrote in the moment at night. decided not to choose a second picture ugh yeah.

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Sanctuary - Chapter Two.

Guys, when I tell you I was elated at your response to this story! Thank you so much to everyone who read and offered such kind feedback. ILY <3

Summary - It was a crime that shook the metal community and beyond to its core, the Solna Satanic murder case blowing apart the lives of many. With Lucas and Nils - frontman and drummer of popular metal band The Hanged - trialed, found guilty and subsequently sentenced, few were inclined to believe either deserved any offerings of a second chance. Lucas, in particular, did not consider himself worthy until salvation came in the form of a letter.

Words - 3,271

Previous Chapters - One

Warnings - 18+ content, mentions of violence. Of course, it'll be smutty too, eventually! Minors DNI!

That voice. She’d once heard someone liken Lucas’s voice to a ripsaw shredding through a led pipe, that guttural, gravelled roar sending an illicit shiver down her spine every time she heard it. Listening to Warfare, the highly acclaimed debut album by The Hanged, Erika still couldn’t quite believe that he was just fourteen and fifteen years old when he wrote it, sixteen when he’d recorded it and seventeen when he’d toured with it.

They’d been babies, still, just kids up there on the stage. She remembered well from going to see them live, just a kid herself of thirteen at the time after pleading with her parents to allow her to attend the gig. There he’d been up on stage, this tall, fresh-faced boy, but with a roar like something hell had spat out for being too hostile.

Oh, how she’d wanted to try and get backstage to meet them, but couldn’t on account of her father looming like an albatross, Lasse parked up in his Land Rover to the side of the venue, waiting to take her and her friend's home. Now here she was seventeen years later, driving out to Södertälje in order to meet the man himself for the first time.

To say she was nervous was an understatement.

It was a typically cold February morning, yet to prevent her anxious sweats, Erika had the air conditioning on full pelt, her coat slung into the back seat of her car. She was tired, finishing late at work the previous evening, going home to sit at her laptop, eating her favourite girl dinner of various cheeses and sliced meats while indulging herself in a little time with Lucas.

What that meant to her was watching old interviews with him and parts of the DVD from their last tour prior to his and Nils’s incarceration. God, he’d been so funny, such a live wire of a guy. One of her favourites was a scene she found herself backtracking a few times, him and their lead guitarist Alex meeting a female fan backstage who’d been quite overcome in their presence.

“Oh, I think I’m going to faint! Hi!”

“Breeze!” Lucas had shouted, looking around. “The woman needs breeze!” He’d then looked to Alex. “Pass me that. Here, I got you. Breeze via Terroriser magazine, there you go, we’ve got a draft going now!” he’d chirped, fanning the by then giggling woman with a rapid flourish of the publication in his hands. “You good now? Don’t faint on me, girl!”

She’d told him how much the entire thing had made her cry laugh in a letter, Lucas revealing in his reply that he remembered that night well. Perhaps, though, his penned recollection wasn’t quite so humorous. To him, at least.

So yeah, I ended up taking her to the tour bus and having sex with her. It was going great, until she suddenly got a wave of drunken nausea and threw up all over my chest while she was riding me. Thank fuck the venue had a shower, but shit, my bunk wasn’t salvageable at all! Had to sleep in the seats at the front until our management could get some mobile valet guys to come and deep clean it!!

The second part of the video offerings that never failed to have her in fits was the scene cut from an interview, again of Lucas and Alex – a renowned double act if ever there was one – speaking to a journalist in Düsseldorf.

“I like it here in Germany,” the latter had spoken enthusiastically, “you have great beer and even better women!” A small rumble of laughter had sounded from various people in the space, Alex continuing. “Not that any of them want my wiry ass, they all go for this motherfucking pretty boy right here!”

The camera had then panned over to Lucas, who’d puckered his lips and pulled up his t shirt with a lascivious smirk. “Look at him! If he wore enough lipstick, I’d probably fuck him, too!” Alex had then exclaimed, everyone in hysterics as he’d grabbed Lucas’s head and promptly licked his cheek.

“Give me enough of this good German beer, and man, I might let you.” He’d chimed, both of them in utter fits of booming laughter.

Erika had sighed hard then, thinking that perhaps if he’d remained as close to Alex as he’d been at that point, he might have escaped the dark path he and Nils were fated to tread upon. How different things might have been for him, had he not fell headlong into Nils's ominous orbit.

Alex was a good guy, she could tell that just from watching him on video, and of course from Lucas’s stories. Nils, she tended to agree with others over. There was something inherently dark about the man, but she could only hope that as Alex had revealed while visiting Lucas, the seeds of change had been firmly planted within the once deeply disturbed young man.

Putting the thoughts of her viewing a time gone by to rest, she focused on the drive, moving from the highway to the narrower roads leading up to Anstalten prison. It was mind boggling to her, that she was just over half an hour away from meeting Lucas for the very first time, her heart beginning to race rapidly in her chest.

Pulling up in the seemingly endless concrete of the car park, she cut the engine and climbed out, taking a few deep breaths before walking over to the visitor's entrance of the prison.

“Oh my fuck, oh my fuck I’m actually here!” she whispered, reaching the door and being granted entrance after buzzing in. Upon her arrival inside, she had to check in with the warden on the desk, show her ID and stand aside, ready to be searched before being allowed further into the facility.

Standing with her legs and arms spread, she was patted down, a second warden thoroughly examining the contents of her bag. It was a thorough search, her boots removed to check within, Erika also having to open her mouth wide and show beneath her tongue, too, her hair lifted and searched through as well.

God, the numerous ways contraband could be smuggled in. She’d never even think to hide something in her hair, should she had been that way inclined.

“Buttons.”

She gaped a little at the warden’s statement. “Excuse me?”

Nodding downwards, he didn’t miss a beat. “Your buttons. You’re about to walk into a room full of sex-starved inmates. Do them up.”

Oh. Immediately, her cheeks flushed, hands moving quickly to fasten the buttons of her dress. She felt naive and out of place, having a few other visitors titter with laughter at her expense. The shame of it. There wasn’t much time for that shame to manifest itself further, though, she and the rest of the visitors called for, all filing through the heavily reinforced doors of the prison and into a long, white painted corridor.

It looked very sterile within, and it was much quieter than she had been expecting, the warden gesturing to the wide double doors that lead to the visiting room. Her heart began to jackrabbit strongly then, walking in and immediately glancing around the room for him.

Lucas was distinct enough to spot, being close to two metres tall, heavily tattooed and with a mane of waist length, dark blonde hair. With every man whose visage she scanned, though, she failed to match them to the mental picture of him.

He would have changed, of course, being that he was just twenty-two when he was incarcerated and almost thirty-four now, but still, where on earth was he? Had she gotten the wrong day? No, she couldn’t have. They’d have told her when she checked in. Panic rapidly began to set in before suddenly...

“Erika.”

Stopping in her tracks, she turned to her right to see the form of a huge, shaven headed man with a neat, dark blonde beard rise to his feet. Good fucking lord. That was Lucas?

Looking at him and trying hard not to begin salivating, she wagered he’d likely spent most of his sentence sequestered in the prison gym. To say he was stacked would be an understatement; the formerly rail thin young man had gained about thirty kilograms in thick, hulking muscle.

“Hiya! Shit, I um, I didn’t... shit, you look different!” she floundered, his wide smile and rumbling chuckle somewhat setting her at ease, but doing little to slow down the accelerated thundering of her heart. He’d been stunningly handsome in his early twenties, but now? God alive. “Can I give you a hug? Am I allowed to?”

He nodded, opening his arms. “You are. Only a little one, though.”

Did little hugs truly exist with that much man?!

Before she could feel her insides whittle themselves away into further nervous chaos, she was embraced, those two powerful arms wrapping her in a hug. As a tall girl, she rarely felt small, but there in Lucas’s strong, yet gentle embrace she felt truly tiny. To touch him, smell him, oh. It felt better than she was expecting.

“How fucking dare you come here looking so hot, and I can’t even give you more than this.” His lips met her cheek in a briefly pressed kiss, Erika feeling herself spark. “Seriously, you’re even more of a knockout than your pictures showed. Why the hell are you here to see me?”

He put her at ease instantly with his charming humour, yet she still found herself the victim to her own nervous floundering. Placing her bag down on the chair, she then sat on it, shooting back up to move it, making him snort with laughter.

“Don’t be so nervous, I might be a fucking murderer but I’m not that scary anymore.”

Oh, but it wasn’t because of that.

“I’m not, it isn’t that,” she began, winding her hands around before lacing her fingers together to stop herself. God, she’d turned into Nina! “It’s just... meeting you for the first time. I know you’re my friend and I feel like I know you...”

“Right, and you do know me, so calm down,” he kindly interjected with.

“But you’re still one of my favourite musicians, and I confess, I had a bit of a fangirl moment!”

From the way she was looking at him, he knew that wasn’t strictly all it was, but he was too nice to mention it. Besides, he had his own reaction to seeing her in the flesh for the first time to placate. He would be taking one hell of a cold shower, come the end of the visit. Wow.

He could tell that her nerves were still jumping within, wishing he could reach for her hand in an effort to steady them. It might have the opposite effect, for both of them, though. Instead, he chose to steady her through his words.

“Tell me about the tattoo convention, then. How’d it all go?” Engaging her in something she knew she exuded confidence over would surely do the trick, and it did, Lucas watching as her shoulders loosened a little.

“It was so good!” she enthused, her eyes lighting up. “I felt like my hand was going to fall off after three full days of tattooing back-to-back. My feet hurt like hell with all the walking around and networking in the time between that, but it was great!” It was so surreal to her, Lucas Borgström in the flesh, sitting right across from her. Asking about her life!

His smile widened, and she felt like sunshine was gilding her tummy. Oh, the man was knockout handsome. “I’m pleased for you! Did you get any good contacts? I know you told me in your last letter you wanted to maybe travel, so a few guest spots here and there?” he asked. “Oh, and how’s Nina’s foot now? She okay?”

That touched her, that he’d remembered her mentioning Nina and her broken foot fiasco. “She’s in less pain, but pissed off about the big boot she has to wear. And yeah, I did. I managed to organise a three-week spot in Essex in the U.K two months from now, with an artist named Jason Butcher, who I love.”

Ahhh, the common ground they had there, Lucas rolling up his t shirt sleeve and pointing to the large tattoo beneath. “Jason did my Odin for me, managed to get in with him towards the end of our first U.K tour. I wish he’d done a whole lot more, because look at all of this embarrassing crap I have on me.” He began to shake his head, pointing at various etchings on his two full sleeves. “Like that, and that! Oh, fuck, you have to cover that for me eventually, please!”

What he pointed to was the large, black, inverted pentagram on his inner elbow, a sigil she knew well he no longer aligned himself with. While he had no issue with the branch of Satanism he’d once favoured, after what had happened, it was something he wanted to leave behind in its entirety. He was happy to commit to agnosticism nowadays.

She couldn’t and wouldn’t blame him at all for such a stance. “Yeah, yeah I can cover that, no issue. Maybe completely black it out and then once healed, I can go over it with something in white ink?”

He clicked his fingers, pointing at her. “That, yeah! Let’s do that, I trust you, just draw me something you think I’d like. You have roughly four months, so get on it.” He winked then, Erika’s eyes widening. “Remember how I said there was talk of me getting out earlier? They’re putting me up for early release come June, since I will have served two thirds of my original sentence. Apparently, I’ve been a model inmate, so fingers crossed I might be a free man come summer.”

Clapping her hands together with joy, all she wanted in that moment was to reach across the table and hug him again. With the ever-watchful eye of the prison wardens, though, and only minimal physical contact allowed, she lamentably had to rein it in. “Lucas! This is huge, I’m so fucking happy for you!”

He nodded, smiling, yet the smile didn’t reach his eyes fully. “Yeah, yeah I am, too. I just... fuck. Do I even deserve it? Twelve years doesn’t feel like enough time for taking a life, y’know?”

She sighed, cocking her head. “Look how much you’ve changed in the time between,” she began, the light earnestness in her voice making his heart flutter for a moment. To be seen as anything but a murdering monster was something he’d worked very, very hard to accomplish.

The fact that the woman he knew he was developing truly real feelings for saw it honestly elated him. Erika really was just as sweet as she’d seemed in her letters and on the telephone. “You did something horrific a very long time ago, but the man sitting in front of me now, he isn’t that guy, and he doesn’t want to be that guy ever again. I see that, I really do, and I think anyone truly important to you will see it, too.”

He shrugged, the cold, spiny prickle of guilt coiling through him. “Pieter’s family will think very much otherwise. I wouldn’t blame them for a second either, regardless of what his dear father eventually said about us.”

Indeed, the courage and grace of Anders Arneson had been surprising, when five years previously he had stated in an interview that in order to move on from the pain of losing his son, he forgave Pieter’s murderers. “They were still kids themselves, not much older than my son. Just like my Pieter, so wrapped up in the drug culture as well, and in this extreme darkness. I believe they lost their way, as youngsters often do. For that, I forgive them.”

Lucas had confided in her that he’d cried, after reading those words, not convinced at all he deserved to ever be forgiven for his part in it at all.

“Listen,” she began softly, looking around for warden eyes before reaching to gently and quickly cup his cheek. It was an action that acted like an immediate balm to him, her words even more so. “If Anders Arneson can forgive you, and legions of your fans still stand behind you, then trust me, you deserve forgiveness. You’ve atoned, you’ve taken full responsibility, and you’ve lost twelve years of your life paying that debt. You deserve your freedom.”

He smiled, winking. “Having you especially tell me that means so much, really. Your letters and phone calls have kept me going. I don’t think you truly realise how important to me you’ve become, Erika. You see past the monster I used to be.”

He appreciated her words more than she could ever realise, feeling the warmth and tenderness that he’d ached for, but had eluded him for so long. The world outside the prison walls seemed less daunting with Erika there to receive him as a free man, a beacon of hope in his otherwise darkened existence.

She saw the good in him, the potential for redemption that he struggled to believe himself worthy of. As they sat together in the harshly lit visitation room, the future seemed less like a distant dream and more like an attainable reality.

Her unwavering support and belief in his transformation filled the void that guilt and regret had carved into his soul. He could never thank her enough for that. Lamentably, though, the hour visit he had with her ticked by much too quickly, rising to his feet to give her another hug, one he struggled to part from.

“Thank you so much for coming to see me,” he spoke, wishing he could meld himself to her, leave the prison with her. Four months; it wasn’t long, but at the same time it felt like an eternity. “I’d say come back next week, but Alex is visiting. I should cancel it, really, tell him he’s been replaced by a really sweet, pretty girl I’d much rather be in the company of.”

She threw her head back, laughing softly. “I can visit the week after?”

His thumbs skimmed the sides of her waist as he reluctantly pulled from their hug, nodding. “I’ll look forward to it.” He then glanced around, noticing a few warden’s eyes roving over him. “Ahh, fuck it.” Leaning to her, he pressed his lips to hers, beaming in the aftermath.

“Lucas, dial it back.” one of them called. Erika was glad that he hadn’t, feeling her insides fizz.

“Worth it,” he spoke, winking. “See you in two weeks, beautiful.”

She walked out of that prison on a happy little cloud, although it did have somewhat of a grey lining to it. How she wished he was leaving it with her. With some inmates incarcerated in the prison system of their country, home release prior to their actual freedom was permitted, the prisoners allowed to return home for a few weekends in the run up to their release in order to integrate back into their lives.

With Lucas, he’d been told that such was not permissible. Sixteen weeks until his freedom, though? Truly, it was little time at all. After such a long period of growing close to him via letters and phone calls, she would gladly take that.

Whether her excitement would reach critical mass or not in the time between was entirely another story, though!

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bitter-goodbyes · 6 months ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 65)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (11) / Lucy Bronze x Reader (55)

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Leah POV

“I didn’t wake you, did I? I completely blanked… you stopped replying and I didn’t even think.” Leah stressed as she drove.

“No, no, you’re all good. I’m a little too wound up to sleep for long until Luce gets home, I think. I’m just waiting for the next shoe to drop with this whole drama.”

“Is Ridley still there?”

“She left after I fell asleep, she has some meetings in town.”

“So you were asleep?”

“Barely… it’s okay. It’s probably a good thing you have someone to talk to for your drive…” She cleared her throat and yawned. “Oh shit, did you see Beth scored a brace?”

“No?! I was there for her first. First one back since her ACL, I was crying.”

“That’ll be you soon, mate.”

“Not this year,” she almost grumbled.

“Oh? January?” YFN’s tired voice piped up with excitement for her.

“I’m hoping so. I feel bad for leaving – I should be there to celebrate with Beth after the game.”

“Okay stop right there, that’s your anxiety talking. Beth knows that you needed to do go.” YFN’s support calmed Leah, and she knew she’d called the exact right person.

“Yeah… wait, did you speak to her?”

“I’m always chatting with the girls. A few of them are coming over after the game actually. It was last minute. I think Kyra got excited when she saw Lucy and invited herself and-”

“-and the rest of the girls jumped on board?”

“Something like that,” she laughed wearily. “So it’s a good thing I’m awake because I need to organise some food for when they get here.”

“Don’t you go over-exerting yourself mate.”

“Pfft, I’ve spent the last week laying or sitting… I’m happy to hop around and stretch my leg.”

Leah laughed at the way she’d said that. Her one leg. “You’ll have two legs next week!”

“Hopefully the doctor’s okay with me walking on it. I get to switch from a wheelchair to sexy walking stick. I really hope it’s okay enough to because I’m worried about Luce’s knee when she carries me everywhere.”

“Not surprised. Has her knee been acting up?”

“At the risk of getting her in trouble with her England Captain… yes. It’s been a bit swollen and I can tell it’s giving her pain. She tries to hide it.”

“She’ll never admit it’s sore, especially while you’re still healing.”

“I know, she’s a pain. I’ve been massaging it and insisting she ice it, though. She and Alexia have been working out and training together, so I just hope she’s being careful.”

Leah heard the worry in her voice and it made her think about Jordan. She was never nervous to watch anyone play… except Jordan. She couldn’t bear to watch her be pushed around. She was only small, after all.

“She’s been through this a lot, YFN. She knows her limits better than anyone I know. She’ll definitely be looking after herself.” Leah reassured her.

“Mmn. I know you’re right; I just worry.”

“Well let me distract you then. I spoke to Jill and Alex and they’re both excited for the podcast idea. They said you’ve been chatting with them?”

“Not as much as I’ve wanted to because of this drama, but yeah I’ve chatted to them a few times over the week. Alex is coming over tomorrow to talk a bit more about it all, and we’ll catch up with Jill when we go to Manchester next week.”

“Oh? Lucy’s missing home?”

“Always. Missing home and family so we’re going to see them.”

“When will you be back? I’m happy to do my interview whenever.”

She heard her clicking on what was potentially her laptop. “Uh… so next week I have pencilled in to bring a few of the girls into the office and do some interviews there.”

“Didn’t work out at your house?”

“Oh, no it definitely did,” she yawned again. “I figured it would build morale of my staff to meet some players, and we’ve set up a big studio there for content… and there’s a wall I’d like you all to sign.”

“A wall?”

“Just a little side-project of mine,” she chuckled. “It’ll make sense when you see it. Viv’s just been subbed on.”

“What minute?”

“Eighty-second.”

“Looks like overtime?”

“I missed most of the game but maybe three to five minutes.”

“A good ten minutes at least then. She’s been dying to stretch her legs out there.”

“They’re long enough.”

Leah laughed. She was glad she’d called her; their conversation was calming her at almost the same rate that she became more anxious as she got closer to Villa Park. YFN must have noticed.

“Are you far out?”

“Thirty minutes out. I was thinking of stopping and getting her some flowers. What do you think?”

“Well she loves flowers. I think she’d really like that Leah…” Her voice softened. “Just remember what I told you about when she sees you.”

Leah nodded even though she knew she couldn’t see it. ‘You watch her face when she sees you, Leah. In that first split second that it takes to recover her expression… you’ll see everything she’s feeling.’

This is why Leah thought she was so nervous. What if she was angry she hadn’t told her… or showing how heartbroken she still was? It would hurt, but Leah knew she’d accept whatever came her way, as it was all her own doing. She just wanted her, and their life back – though only if Jordan wanted that too.

“I will.”

“Are you sitting close to the benches?”

“Right near them in the family and friends’ section, yeah.” She didn’t know if she was imagining her voice wavering, or if it actually was.

“She’s going to be excited to see you, mate. I promise.”

Leah arrived just in time for the girls to exit the tunnel, having been delayed in the flower shop procrastinating over which was the best for her. She put it in the back seat of her black Mercedes, right next to the toy she’d bought for Blu.

She couldn’t believe how nervous she was, and YFN was right there with her, on the phone and then texting back and forth with her after they’d hung up. She knew she was busy with the Arsenal and West Ham girls dropping by, but she still made time for her. A few weeks ago, Leah would have thought she was doing it for Jordan’s sake, but she’d gotten so close to the Australian that she knew it was for hers also.

She sat in her assigned seat, saying a polite hello to the people she knew, and felt herself almost hyperventilate when Jordan entered the pitch in the starting line-up. She’d never had this reaction to her – or anyone before. It confused her, but at the same time, it made her realise just how much she meant to her. Jordan was looking too small for her clothes as always, her shorts and socks almost reaching each other. She wore that expression she did when she was on the pitch, her serious face. Football was serious for Jordan, and that was evident by just how aggressive and impatient she was on the pitch; a sharp contrast to what she was usually like in person. So sweet and kind and shy almost. Her Jordan. She felt her body tingling and her hands shake a little as she watched her taking their line-up photos and start to play.

Leah’s phone dinged and she looked down.

YFN: A bit of a healthy distraction for you.

YFN sent a photo.

The first was a photo of the group who’d invaded Lucy and YFN’s house. YFN had obviously asked Lucy to take a selfie of the group as they were all doing strange poses to the camera mid eating or talking, standing and sitting. Most of the Arsenal girls were there, along with half of the West Ham team. She grinned at the photo.

The second was a photo obviously taken from YFN’s position on the couch, pointing at Beth who was showing two fingers, Katie hanging off her with a ‘COME ON’ expression for Beth’s brace.

YFN’s efforts to distract her from herself were definitely working.

Leah: You’re not getting sleep anytime soon. *melting face emoji*

YFN: My bigger concern is that I didn’t order enough for a fucking tribe.

Leah chuckled. The girls were always extra hungry after games. She should have warned her. She looked up to see the ball nowhere near Jordan, and looked back down again to reply.

Leah: Why do I feel like I’m going to get home, and the party will still be going?

She looked back up to see Jordan crash into someone. She touched the ball, but was still warned by the referee and threw her hands up. That made her smile. That is… after she’d stood up and she knew she was okay.

Her phone buzzed.

YFN: Come 9pm I’ll be dragging them out kicking

YFN: That was Lucy ^^ but she’s not joking. *nervous laugh emoji*

YFN: She gets grumpy when she’s tired.

Leah knew that all too well, having been in many camps with Lucy.

Leah: She’s worse when she’s hungry!

YFN: I’ve learnt to sort that out before it becomes a problem.

YFN sent a photo.

It was a selfie of YFN sitting in the corner of the couch and angled up to Lucy not so elegantly stuffing her face. Regardless of Lucy’s full mouth, YFN looked at her with an expression of adoration. They looked so happy. Leah craved that happiness she’d once had with Jordan. For seven years they were the envy of the party and sitting in the stands now, watching her play from afar, she cursed herself for taking that… for taking her for granted.

She put her phone down to watch her play, again adoring the way Jordan jogged after whoever had the ball, her shorts almost falling off of her, and then attacking the players with the ball whenever she was close. It was evident just how much she loved the game. And as if all of that wasn’t adorable enough, she wore black gloves to fight the cold she felt. There wasn’t much to her, so she was always cold. Their house always needed to be hot enough that she didn’t feel the cold, but Leah had always sneakily liked to have it just the perfect temperature that she’d snuggle into her as they slept or tuck herself into her body on the couch or as she just went about her day. She too loved their hugs, just as much as Jordan. The way she fit into her body was like it was made for her. Jordan was so affectionate that she’d always kiss her neck in thanks.

Not recently of course. Recently there had been the soft hugs without the kissing, and without the talking. It was nice, but she missed all of it.

Jordan was knocked to the ground hard as she went for the ball and Leah flinched, leaning to the edge of her seat to get a better view. When Jordan didn’t get up straight away, she stood with several of the crowd and watched worriedly. As more people stood, she was up on her tip-toes to peer over everyone to see Jordan clutching her knee and the medics run over. Her heart sunk.

The teams used the opportunity to chat while she was being seen to, her face contorting in pain. Leah didn’t want to admit to herself that the smallest part of her wanted something to be wrong so she’d have time off and Leah could look after her. She felt so ashamed and shoved the thought aside as her other feeling took hold. ‘Not the knee,’ she thought. ‘Please not the knee. Get up Jord. Please get up.’

Someone tried to get her attention and she brushed them off, her eyes only on Jordan. The medics helped for several minutes until Jordan was standing again and hobbling across the pitch. She wanted to stay on.

Of course she did. She loved playing football.

They stopped for half time an even nil score, and Leah waited for Jordan to look up and see her as she wandered towards the tunnel, but she didn’t. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement. She let herself mingle with the people around her who she knew, and fifteen minutes later, the girls were re-entering the pitch. Jordan hadn’t been subbed, which was great, and although it wasn’t yet dark, it was even colder and she couldn’t help but stress about her getting sick. It was raining now, and so cold she could see her breath as she jogged back out. Her knee looked to be okay though, which was a good sign.

The first goal came in the 54th minute by an unfortunate own goal from Aston Villa’s Anna Patten. Jordan looked frustrated as she shook her head and jogged back to her spot.

It only took a minute for Rachel Daly to score an equaliser, Leah smiling as she watched Jordan jump and shout excitedly, though she didn’t run to celebrate with her team. There was something different about watching her with Villa. Leah had noticed watching Jordan’s games that she didn’t look as happy when she celebrated with Villa, and she’d always wondered if she was just biased, though seeing her not celebrate with them made her realise she wasn’t imagining it. She remembered the giant grin on her face as she used to run and jump into their group when she celebrated with Arsenal. She was always so light that Leah could barely feel her as she ran and jumped onto her.

Oh, Jord. She missed seeing her at training every day. But it wasn’t even that. As she watched her, she missed living together, driving in together, training together, going home together. They’d always sit next to each other when travelling and share hotel rooms.

She was ripped from her thoughts by Jordan stealing the ball in a clean move. She smiled. The game was back and forth pretty even following that, though Aston Villa were controlling the ball more. They just couldn’t seem to get past the Everton defence. It started raining heavier and Leah pulled her coat tighter around her. A penalty kick to Everton in the 74th minute had Jordan throwing her arms up again in frustration. The kick came… and it was a goal. It wasn’t looking good.

Three minutes later, Jordan was subbed off. She walked off looking defeated, though as she high-fived her subbed teammate at the boundary line, her head raised as if she knew she was there. Mid high-five her eyes caught Leah’s and she froze. Leah stopped breathing as she watch Jordan’s eyes widen with… yearning. Her eyes reflected the emotions Leah felt. Jordan recovered her expression and looked at the substitute, dropping her hands. As she stepped off the field, she let herself look back up with wonder. She could see the happiness in her eyes that she was there. Leah gave her a smile and a wave. Jordan didn’t wave back, but she did smile shyly as she ducked onto the bench where she could no longer see her.

Only then, could Leah breathe again. YFN was right. That surprised expression from Jordan had showed her everything. She wanted her, just as much as Leah did. She breathed a deep breath out and the built up anxiety disappeared with it. She should have never been worried. She knew Jordan.

The game ended 1-2 to Everton, and Leah stood in the stands until the girls disappeared into the tunnel. Jordan had looked up again only once… fleetingly, but Leah had seen it. She grinned to herself at that as she made her way outside to her car. She was hindered a few times by fans and autographs but by the time she stepped foot outside, her phone buzzed. She excitedly grabbed at it, assuming it was Jordan, but it wasn’t. She stopped at her car and looked down disappointedly at the notification on her phone.

“You’re here?” Came a slightly out of breath voice behind her.

She spun around to see Jordan standing all rugged up in her puffer jacket, her nose red and her legs looking freezing where they weren’t covered.

“I… came to see you play.”

Half of Jordan’s face was hidden beneath her collar, and Leah couldn’t tell if she was upset.

“Did I overste-”

She was interrupted by Jordan’s body meeting hers, her head finding her shoulder, forehead pressing against her neck. Jordan’s hands slid around Leah’s body inside her coat to keep warm. Jord. Leah’s arms were moving around her before she even told them to, holding her close and keeping her warm. It felt right to let them stay in their silence for a while until Jordan was ready.

“Thank you for coming to watch my game.”

She let her head lean against Jordan’s. “Of course I came. You pencilled in a hug, remember? I didn’t want you to drive so far after your game.”

She let out a grateful sigh and pressed herself further into Leah. “Thank you, Lea. I’m really tired.”

“Would you like to reschedule?”

A few fans must have spotted them then and Leah saw them getting excited and start to run over from the stadium.

“No!” She stressed and pulled back. “No… we can still-”

“-did you drive?” Leah cut off.

“One of the girls drove me…” She responded, unsure about Leah’s change of pace.

“Do you have all of your things?” She asked, gesturing to her backpack.

“Yeah.. I mean I think so-”

Leah took her bag off and opened her passenger door. Jordan hesitated, still unsure about Leah’s impatience. Leah saw her hesitating and softened. “Let me drive you home please, Jord.”

Jordan’s eyes wandered over Leah’s face before she nodded and slipped into the car. As quickly as she could, Leah placed her backpack in the back seat and jumped in the driver’s seat as the mob of fans were almost on top of them. She saw Jordan’s eyes widen in realisation as Leah started the car and put some distance between them.

Most of the time, she’d be open and welcoming and go out of her way for the fans. Tonight, she just wanted to protect Jordan from that. She just wanted to get her home into where she knew she’d be warm and comfortable and could sleep.

Leah stopped the car abruptly at the exit of the car park.

“Lea?”

“I…” She turned to Jordan. “I don’t know where you live…” she admitted. She hated not knowing that.

Jordan gave her a supportive smile and leant forward towards Leah’s phone mounted to the dash. She paused, looking for permission first, but Leah wasn’t worried at all. She had nothing to hide from Jordan, ever, and she showed that by looking at her with patience. Jordan hid a smile as she typed her address into Leah’s phone and soon enough, they were on their way.

“Do you want to have dinner?”

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“I’d like dinner with you…”

Leah smiled as she drove. She dared not look at her, but knew Jordan was watching her. She wanted to have dinner with her.

“We can do that, Jord. Whatever you want.”

“And maybe we can watch the Lord of the Rings?”

“I thought it scared you?”

“Well, yeah, but you like it.”

It also meant they had more time together, as they’d barely gotten through any of it that last time they were alone. She also liked the idea of Jordan hiding behind her at the scary parts. “You’re okay to stay up late?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s only gone seven. It’ll be done by eleven.”

Leah frowned. “I’m confused… you want to go out for dinner?”

“God no, I think we should order in.”

“We only had an hour and a half left, Jord.”

“Well, yeah, but I figured we could start at the beginning because I forgot what happened.”

Leah chuckled. It wasn’t beyond Jordan to forget, but as she snuck a look at her, she looked more like it was a sneaky excuse for more time together. “We can do that. I don’t mind a late drive.”

“You can stay… I can take the couch.”

Jordan’s obvious willingness to spend time with Leah softened her. She hadn’t felt so happy in a long, long time. Over a year, when she and Jordan were previously together.

“YFN offered me her bed on the condition that you let me stay…”

Jordan laughed. “Of course she did. You can take her bed then, we don’t want you driving home so late. Did she say anything else?”

“I just have a few things to pick up for her… clothes and what-not.”

“She said she wants to stick around London while she’s healing,” she nodded. “I’ll help you pack her stuff up.”

“Thanks Jord.”

There were a few minutes of silence then as Leah went into her own headspace, her face falling into its natural grumpy look as she did so. Jordan noticed.

“What are you thinking?”

Leah considered brushing her off, but she knew better now. “I have something to tell you but I don’t want it to ruin the night. You just need to know.”

“Okay…”

“The video is handled.”

She waited for questions, for emotion, but there was none. She replied after a few seconds of thought. “Okay, Lea.”

Lea pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, turning to look at her. “Okay?”

Jordan nodded and gave her a little smile. “Okay, Lea. I trust you.”

“Okay…” she replied huskily and reached into the back seat. “This is for Blu,” she said as she handed her the toy. She reached back again. “And these are for you.”

Jordan took the flowers with an excited expression. “Thanks, they’re pretty. And you can give this to him if you want… I think he’s going to be excited to see you.”

She handed the toy back to Leah.

Blu was all over her when they entered the apartment. She chuckled and gave him love and pats before his attention turned to Jordan. Leah couldn’t help but look around her and take in the place Jordan now called home. It suited her. She recognised all of the photos and little trinkets she had around, and the smell was even the same with the incense she liked to burn. And it was warm… Jordan warm.

They ordered take-away and Leah played with Blu while Jordan showered and changed. As they waited for their food, they found a vase for the flowers and packed the few clothes and items YFN needed in London. They chatted, laughed, and caught up with the recent activities in each other’s lives. Jordan shared her frustrations about her game and Leah cheered her up with photos YFN had sent her of the chaos at her and Lucy’s apartment. It felt so normal. She was happy for them to be talking again, and their recent silent dates together had developed a sense of calm and comfort in those silent moments between them.

The food arrived and they settled onto the couch with blankets and began the movie. Jordan let Leah set Blu up in his little bed in front of them and he fell asleep quickly. He was always a big sleeper, tired from walking around on those little legs all day, Leah imagined with a chuckle at the thought. There were sat close enough that their arms were partially against each other and Leah relished the moments where Jordan had to pause eating to hide her head behind her shoulder at the scenes that scared her. Jordan finished eating first, obviously, as she was so tiny she barely ate anything and the next time she came up from her hiding place behind Leah, her head stayed on her shoulder, her hand gently holding her arm. Leah let her rest in that spot, trying to keep her movements small as she ate with her left hand. After only a few minutes, though, she felt uncomfortable. She put her food down on the coffee table and sat back again, Jordan laying back down on the spot she’d claimed. Leah lasted another ten minutes until she wriggled uncomfortably, unable to keep still.

Jordan lifted her head. “Are you okay, Lea?”

“I…” she paused and pulled herself in check. Honesty always. “It’s just the cramps. They’re bad today.”

“Your endo?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. The drive had been bad enough.

Another cramp seized her and she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered in pain.

“Did you bring your medication?”

“It’s in my bag,” she groaned.

“Stay here.” Jordan said as she stood, pausing their movie and taking the food to the kitchen. She returned quickly and leant over the couch, giving her a glass of water and her painkillers.

“Thanks, Jord.”

“Is it your lower back too?”

She nodded as she swallowed the pills, angry at herself for again ruining a night with Jordan.

She disappeared again and Leah heard the microwave, and the fridge doors.

“Do you need help?”

“I’m fine, just putting the food away. Give me a minute.”

The microwave finished and Leah heard the door opening and Jordan padding back over with two heat packs. Her mouth parted in awe as she looked up into her eyes. Jordan was taking care of her.

“Lay down, Lea.” She said as she guided her down, pulling a pillow under her head. Leah did as she was told, letting herself be looked after by her. Jordan gently put her on her side facing the tv, and placed a heat pack on her lower abdomen, and her lower back, tucking them into the waistband of her pants and pulling her shirt back down.

“Feel better?”

Leah couldn’t speak, so she just nodded.

“Do you need anything else?”

She was about to shake her head when she stopped herself and instead tugged lightly on Jordan who smiled. She took the remote and pressed play, slipping behind Leah, under the blanket. She pulled another pillow over so her head was higher and hesitantly, her hand found her abdomen which she tenderly rubbed in circles above her shirt. They’d done this so many times over the years, but this time it felt more personal, and even more special.

“Can you see the tv?” She murmured, relishing the feel of a warm Jordan pressed up against her back, her arm slung over her.

“Yeah.”

Leah inhaled sharply again at another cramp. Jordan paused her circling to hold pressure against the heat bag over her lower abdomen. That always helped.

“Why didn’t you cancel?”

“I told you I won’t make another mistake.”

She’d thought back to the promise she’d left her in a note, ‘…that was the last fault I’ll make…. no more mistakes…’

Jordan was silent for a moment as she thought about that. Her hand began circling her abdomen again reassuringly. “How do you feel?”

“Comfy.” Leah responded, proud of her little inside joke as she felt and heard Jordan chuckle behind her.

And then she felt Jordan’s lips touch the nape of her neck and linger, pouring affection and reassurance into her. Leah leant back into the kiss and felt that feeling she’d been missing for so long.

She felt like she was home.

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brokenpieces-72 · 1 year ago

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It would be great for some fluff, maybe even have Farah and Alex join in on the fluff. No pressure :)

I’m gonna admit right now that I requested this request. I like getting requests and at the time I am writing this I’ve got some stuff going on that makes me feel like crap so in a way this fluff is beneficial to me as well.

For some extra context, this takes place in the COD Gangster AU.

……………….

You’ve had shitty days before and today is no different. You’re tired, exhausted and just want to go home. Go to your room and curl up and maybe cry a little. But someone finds you before you can make it there.

Kyle notices you acting awfully quiet at the pub, while you help with unloading small crates. Your sighs and muttering are clear. You’re upset, so when everything is moved he takes a detour back home. Gets you your favourite food, asking to make sure you get it exactly how you like it. He doesn’t take you straight to the hide out and instead takes you to somewhere quiet where you can just be alone together for a bit. Kyle gets you to move to the back seat with him so you guys can eat without messing up the front. He asks you if you’re okay and you not, and sniff. The tears are coming down now. You get a hug and he reassures you that whatever it is, everything will be okay. Whatever was going on or needed to be done, could wait for tomorrow. Tonight it was just you, him, good food and some YouTube.

Johnny sees you go to your room and when you don’t respond to his welcome he knows something ain’t right. He knocks on your door and you tell him to come in. Your voice is shaky. What happened? Who hurt you? Where are they?! (All of this is internal). You tell him you just had a bad day, and want to be alone. Johnny understands and leaves. He comes back. There’s an extra blanket, your favourite snacks and your favourite drink and if you need anything, he’s in the kitchen. You ask him to stay, and he does. You end up using him as a pillow, leaning against him sitting between his legs. He’s texted Price to say he can’t do much today but has good reason. Johnny lets you talk about whatever you want, whether it’s the shit you dealt with today or something completely off topic. Honestly there’s benefits on both sides cause he finds it adorable when you talk about your favourite things.

Simon is a bit different. He’s not very close to you but he overhears your frustration when you walk in the front door. You don’t notice him right away but he sees your tears. He doesn’t know what happened and he doesn’t need to know. He and his stray companion knock on your door. Simon hears you crying, and you open the door. The first one you notice is the cat, who rubs against your legs. Simon says she wanted to see you. That helps, knowing someone was happy to see you. Simon tells you the guys will be back soon, and if you want to order food. You say that’s fine, but instead of letting you go back to your room, he invites you out to the living room, where you find a pillow, blanket and a water bottle waiting for you, inviting you to turn on the tv for some background noise while he does some work. He keeps looking up at you, curled with the cat on the couch, content.

Price sees you frustrated as you’re leaving the pub. He’s finished his work for the day and calls after you before you open the door. You just want to walk back by yourself, but he isn’t about to let that happen when you’re not doing well. Price gets his coat on and walks back with you. It’s awkward silence at first but he starts a conversation, asking if you have anything you’d like to ask about him, the gang, the pub, etc. No? Then he’ll ask you. Do you enjoy helping at the pub? Is your art going well? Anyone been giving you a hard time lately? The last question has you already pawing at your eyes. Without a word he has an arm around you, reminding you that you’re walking together. You can let it out, or chat about something else. You two can make a small stop on the way home. Not everyone is going to like you, that’s not your fault. But the ones who do, they’ll walk with you.

Farah finds you hugging your knees, shoulders bobbing from sobs. Alex was dealing with the problem now it was clean up. Farah’s footsteps are audible, you can hear them on the rocky asphalt. You look up wiping your eyes, sitting up a bit. Farah sits down next to you and when you start apologizing she stops you. Not your fault, everyone has off days. You were smart to find a spot like this to blow off steam. Despite her saying it wasn’t your fault you keep insisting it was, explaining how you messed up. Farah assures you that everyone trips and has off days. For now you two can wait here until Alex gets everything sorted with the asshole who was giving you a hard time. You did your best, that’s all she was asking in the first place.

Alex is dropping by the police station when he sees you off to the side of it, staring at the ground. He says hello, but you’re distant. Not like you. He gets a bad feeling and asks you to wait up for him. When he comes back out he asks what’s going on, though he can guess by the comments he overheard when I’m the station. Got reamed out pretty good. Yeah that’s never fun. Alex reminds you it happens to everyone. Remember for next time, that’s all you can do. Doesn’t do much. Taking the extra step he invites you over to his place for some food. Packaged dinner sounds pretty inviting after the long day you’ve had. Alex even fires up some video games for the two of you, and your frustration is now redirected on him for being so good at Mario party. At least he got you to start smiling.

Graves believe it or not, knows you’re having a bad day but he can’t always help you. For him he knows if all he does is comfort you, the other guys will just say you’re being coddled. Clearly today is an exception. You’re not okay, and it shows. You’re trying to hide in your work, not show your emotions. Yeah sometimes your dad did that too. He asks if you’re free tomorrow, and through the lump in your throat, you say yes. Tomorrow comes and he takes you to some of your favourite spots. Some of them are stores and notices you keep staring at something. You guys spend the morning together and it’s just a casual hangout. By the end though he asks if you’re doing okay. You nod and say I’m fine. No you’re not but he doesn’t push and instead gives you the thing you were staring at earlier. You’ve been working hard kid. Don’t forget to reward yourself.

Note: Just a small extra edit, I honestly needed this myself, because unfortunately I have been dealing was some very frustrating issues regarding my career life. I’ll likely come back to this post to add some stuff, but wanted to just do some sweet and simple fluff. I love you all and appreciate your love and support for the stuff I make on here. I plan to branch out to other fandoms and hope to have your support on those as well. Wish you all the best and my request box is always open.

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unformula1 · 1 year ago

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jealousy and regret (OP81 x LS2)

part 1 part 2: “eugh… alexander albon” oscar gets smacked in the face by his talk with logan and alex. w/c: 1576 day 28 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium (series masterlist) masterlist

“I’m sorry. Do you know where… Logan is?” Oscar quietly asks one of the engineers.

“Oscar?”

Oscar hears the all-familiar voice and turns around.

He’s met face to face with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed American.

“Logan!”

And just like clockwork, here comes Alexander Albon. The British-Thai 2019 rookie who honestly, Oscar has nothing against, other than the fact that he pretty much stole Logan away from him.

Alex slides next to Logan, hand swung around Logan’s shoulder, leaning onto him.

“Morning Oscar.” Alex says.

Oscar purses his lips.

Shit. Oscar shouldn’t be like this, he should be glad that Logan has someone to support him better. Oscar should be happy for Logan…

He pushes the thoughts to the back of his head and does his best to suppress them as Alex starts invading Logan’s personal space.

He grits his teeth, clenching his jaw.

“What brings you here?” Logan says with that wide smile on his face.

That makes Oscar feel slightly better, at least Logan still smiles at him.

“Uhm… you.” Oscar blurts out, clearly something didn’t go through a filter.

The silence in the room suddenly becomes louder, the awkwardness is tangible and the tension grows thicker.

Alex’s arm slides away from Logan’s shoulder, he’s still standing within Logan’s personal bubble though.

Logan clearly doesn’t read the room well.

“Oh… what’s up then!” He says, the excitement in his voice sharply contrasting the clear tensions building up right now.

“We should…” Oscar finally puts his words through a filter, “Talk. We should talk.” Oscar clears his throat as he finishes.

Obviously Oscar sounded awkward because Logan cocks up an eyebrow, which is something Logan does when he’s unsure of what’s happening. Oscar silently bets Alex doesn’t know that.

“I mean…” Logan chooses his words carefully, “Yea. Of course, I think so too. We really haven’t talked in a while.”

Oscar’s uneasiness fades off and he smiles, a small chuckle escapes too.

“We’ll get to talk later, sometime soon yea?” Logan thinks before saying.

Oscar nods, “Yep. Yep!”

“Right, so see you then?” Logan says.

“Alright!” Oscar says, internally cheering.

It all disappears in an instant when Alex and Logan walk off, being unbearably close as usual. However, something ruins it all, Alex leans into Logan, whispering something into his ear and Logan chuckles loudly at it.

God Oscar absolutely hates it.

The delicate barrier between internal jealousy and external jealousy shatters.

He’s so gonna get Alex out of this story. He’s so gonna get Logan back. He’s so gonna become Logan’s number one again.

Who did Alex think he was?

A few (admittedly painful) hours pass and Oscar sits in his driver’s room. Suddenly Lando’s murder plan doesn’t seem too bad now.

Speak of the devil.

Lando swings open Oscar’s door.

“Osc. You’re acting strange.” Lando says.

Straightforward, as always.

“How so?” Oscar says, hiding his misery with a fake smile.

“Don’t try that on me.” Lando says as he walks into the room, slamming the door shut behind him, “Spill right now.”

“I already told you. Williams drivers. Me and Logan.” Oscar says, his voice with a tinge of annoyance.

“Yea well usually you don’t dwell on it for too long, and haven’t you already talked to Logan?” Lando shrugs.

“Yes but it’s not that simple, Lando.” Oscar says, eerily monotonously.

“So… there’s something more?” Lando inquires.

Oscar rolls his eyes. He’s gonna hate Lando for this.

“I hate how Alex is close to Logan.” Oscar admits.

“Woah.” Lando says, his hands raising up, “What?”

“Alex doesn’t deserve it.” Oscar, once again, feels the jealousy completely removing his filter.

“They’re teammates, they’re going to be close. Just like us!” Lando says.

“Yea well, he wasn’t there for Logan when Logan was crying on a hotel bed.” Oscar scoffs, “You know who was? Me.”

Lando’s taken aback. He processes Oscar’s words first before trying his best to phrase the next sentence nicely.

“That’s very pretentious of you.” Lando says.

And it’s like a slap in the face for Oscar, he finally realises what he just said. Shit. Then the past few hours of murder plotting hit him in the face as well. Double Shit. He’s really letting this jealousy take over him.

“Fuck.” Oscar whispers.

“What?” Lando asks, moving slightly closer to Oscar.

“I feel horrible. That was so horrible of me.” Oscar buries his face into his hands, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. These past weeks, it’s just been jealousy, jealousy, jealousy.”

Lando nods a few times.

“Well…” Lando thinks, “You should talk to Logan about this. Maybe apologise for being possessive too.”

It’s obvious Lando means it as a joke but Oscar feels like it’s a punch into the gut. He’s been insanely possessive.

“But seriously, talk to Logan about this.” Lando shrugs.

“Okay.” Oscar says as he stands up, brushing past Lando and walking out the room.

“I didn’t mean now… but okay.”

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Oscar sees Logan filming Williams' media in the garage, right next to Alex. He suppresses the thoughts, constantly reminding himself that Alex deserves it.

They end shortly after and Oscar makes his way over to Logan. He, rather rudely, inserts himself into the picture, standing next to Logan.

“Hi Oscar.” Alex says, which prompts Logan to greet Oscar.

“Hey Osc.” Logan says.

“Can we talk… like right now.” Oscar says.

“I mean, sure, with Alex or…” Logan replies.

Oscar hesitates. Would that help?

“Okay.” Oscar says on instinct.

“Alright, cool.” Logan says and pats the seat next to him for Oscar to sit.

Oscar sits down, in between the two Williams drivers. He takes a deep breath before starting.

“Is this about Lando?” Alex jokes which prompts a laugh from Logan. Oscar laughs too, but with slight bitterness.

“No… it’s about you two.” Oscar says.

“Oh.” Alex replies.

“You know what, this is getting out of hand, I’m just gonna get straight to the point.” Oscar rambles.

“Why the hell are you two so close?” Oscar says, directing the question to Logan.

This question takes both Williams drivers by surprise, and seeing as though this question came without a filter, it surprises Oscar too.

“Because we’re teammates…” Logan says.

“Yes I know that but you two are… close close.” Oscar exaggerates his hand movements.

“Uhm…” Logan hesitates, “I guess Alex has been pretty nice to me, being a great person and all that.”

Oscar can feel his jealousy rising again, even more when Alex smiles at Logan.

Logan proceeds to tell his entire story about Qatar and all the races, along with how Alex helped Logan.

“Alex sat next to me while I cried, because I had no one else.” Logan says and it feels like he’s on the brink of tears.

Oscar’s jealousy gets replaced by guilt. He had no one else.

“Everyone hated me. Well, exaggeration but that’s how I felt.” Logan says and Alex places one hand on Logan’s thigh, “But Alex was there. So it was better.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Oscar can feel the guilt piling up.

And then it finally dawns on him. Alex deserves Logan, not Oscar. In fact, Oscar doesn’t deserve Logan.

He’s placed everything else above Logan in the past year. Logan and his friendship didn’t matter to him, he was blinded; and while he was gone, Alex was there, to sit next to Logan while he cried on the hotel bed.

God he’s been a horrible friend. Everyone there knows that. Alex knows that, Logan knows that too.

He let Logan go and now, like some brat, he expected Logan back again. He really was pretentious. He only cared about Logan once it got too late. He pretty much ignored Logan for the better part of the year, burying their friendship 6 feet deep.

Oscar can feel his regret building as Logan looks into Alex’s eyes. Usually it would be jealousy.

This was his second chance.

“Sorry.” Oscar manages, a sting in his throat preventing him from speaking.

“What?” Logan asks.

“Sorry Logan.” Oscar repeats.

“For what…?” Logan’s oblivious.

“Being a shit friend.” Oscar says as he stifles a sniff.

“No… definitely not.” Logan laughs, “You’ve been a great friend.”

“You don’t need to lie.” Oscar sobs slightly.

Alex pats Oscar on the shoulder.

“Sorry to you too.” Oscar says to Alex.

Confusion builds on Alex’s face but he doesn’t inquire further, which is to Oscar’s benefit.

“It’s alright mate.” Alex says.

Oscar falls into Logan’s embrace, they hug.

Alex winks at Logan and gets up, “I’ll see you two soon.”

“I’ve been nothing but horrible. Please… forgive me, please.” Oscar says, his voice muffled from burying his head into Logan’s chest.

“Mate… I really have no clue what you’re talking about.” Logan says, his voice laced with concern.

Oscar looks up into Logan’s eyes, sniffling. He takes another deep breath, cleaning away his tears.

“You will not believe the things I have been thinking about these days.” Oscar says, “I’ve been so… so horrible.”

Logan cocks his eyebrow up again.

“I’ve been jealous.”

There, he said it. Somehow it lifts a giant weight off Oscar’s chest.

“Of me and Alex?” Logan asks.

“Yes. Exactly that.” Oscar replies, “But I’ve realised. I’m a bitch.”

“Hey! Don’t say that about yourself.” Logan says, quickly hugging Oscar again.

Oscar struggles to get something out.

“I forgive you man. Let’s start again, yea?” Logan says while hugging Oscar.

Oscar nods, once again.

Logan pats Oscar’s head as they hug for a bit.

------ a/n: hope you like it lol. a little rushed but i tried to make it work.

EXTRA SCENE (Completely non-loscar related btw)

Lando have they talked? tell me they’ve talked Alex They have. Yes. Lando and they talked about their friendship right. Alex Yes Lan They did. Lando great! Alex I know. Who would’ve believed Oscar would be jealous. Lando me. i said it before Alex No one believes you anyway. Lando do you forgive oscah? Alex Yes. Because if I was him, I’d be jealous of me and Logie’s perfect relationship too Lando blah blah shut up. Alex Tell Oscar I forgive him And that Logan is all his again. I’ll still be a great teammate though. Lando Oscar says thank you.

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