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faithshouseofchaos · 22 days

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“Give us a chance” — Franco Colapinto x reader

Fluff has an angsty undertone

Word count 1.6k

Warnings none expect for badly translated Spanish

The situation was not meant to unfold this way. You hadn't planned on developing strong feelings for Logan’s replacement so quickly, but there was something about the Argentinian that captivated you completely. Perhaps it was his charming accent, or maybe it was his kind, yet endearingly quirky nature.

Regardless of the reason, you found yourself falling deeply for him. Part of you couldn't help but feel that it was inappropriate to develop affection for Franco. After all, you had just turned 23, and he was a year and a half younger than you.

You were standing face to face with Franco, his soft, warm brown eyes gazing at you with an unmistakable look of yearning. As your eyes met him, you couldn’t help but notice the intense look of yearning in his soft, brown eyes. There was something unspoken yet incredibly powerful between you both at that moment. Franco felt his heart rate increase in your presence and he took a deep breath, the words he had been holding in for so long finally escaping his lips.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Franco confessed, his Argentinian accent making his voice sound even more captivating than usual. The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and he waited anxiously for your response. For a second, you were speechless, surprised by how direct he was being. However, as you gathered your thoughts, you felt a mixture of vulnerability and fear rise within you.

“Franco,” you began, hesitantly, “I’m older than you we can’t be together” Franco’s expression shifted from hopeful to mildly frustrated as you brought up the age difference. He took a step closer and reached for your hand.

“I know you’re older,” he said, his voice laced with gentle determination. “But that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Age is just a number, it doesn’t define our connection”

As Franco’s hand met yours, you felt a jolt of electricity that sent your heart racing even faster. The butterflies in your stomach intensified, and you couldn’t help but flush at the intense gaze he was giving you.

“Please, don’t push me away because of something as trivial as age, mi amor” he pleaded, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and vulnerability. “I can’t help how I feel about you”

The way he said “mi amor” made your heart skip a beat, and you could see the sincere longing in his eyes. He was serious about his feelings for you, and his words tugged at your heartstrings.

You took a deep breath, trying to come to terms with the fact that your feelings for Franco were much stronger than you had expected.

“Franco, it’s complicated,” you murmured, struggling to find the right words. “There’s more to it than just the age difference.”

Franco’s brows furrowed, confusion and disappointment clear in his expression. He gently squeezed your hand, trying to keep you from pulling away.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “What else is there? Please, tell me, I want to understand.”

Gazing sideways, you let out a deep sigh. Age discrepancies in the sport were not well received by the fans. While a year and a half age gap wasn't as problematic as others, it would still be met with disapproval. As you looked away, Franco caught the hint of something else behind your expression. He realized that the concerns ran deeper than his innocent confession. The fans' opinions often held more weight than the individuals themselves in their line of work.

His expression softened as he placed a gentle hand on your chin, guiding your face back to meet his gaze.

“It's about the public opinion, isn’t it?” he asked, already knowing the answer. You couldn't deny it, the concern for the possible negative reactions from the fans hanging over you like a dark cloud. A hint of disappointment flickered in Franco’s eyes, though he tried his best to remain understanding.

“You’re worried about what the fans will think” he mumbled, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “That’s what's holding you back.” His touch was tender, and you could feel the hurt in his voice. Despite his disappointment, he still didn’t want to let go. He leaned in slightly, closing the small distance between you.

“What about your feelings? Shouldn’t that be more important than what strangers think?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The intensity in his voice made your heart flutter, and the truth was, your feelings for him were getting harder to ignore. You found yourself struggling between logic and the overwhelming connection you felt with him.

“It’s not that simple, Franco” you replied, the hesitation in your tone clear. “Our careers, the fans… it’s all so tangled up in this.” Franco sighed deeply, though there was a hint of determination in his eyes. He knew the situation you both found yourselves in was messy and complicated. But he wasn’t willing to give up just yet.

Cupping your face gently in his hands, he spoke again, his accent slightly thicker with emotion.

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said. “What matters to me is how you feel. How *we* feel”

Your heart felt like it was about to burst as Franco spoke with raw honesty. The way he held your face and looked into your eyes made it difficult to deny the magnetic pull between you.

“Franco, I-”

You began, but the words stuck in your throat. Part of you wanted nothing more than to be with him, but the other part whispered caution. He could see the emotional torment playing out on your face. He knew you were battling with yourself, torn between logic and the undeniable attraction that was growing stronger with each passing moment.

He moved even closer, his forehead gently touching yours.

“Please, mi amor” he murmured, his voice soft yet urgent. “Just tell me how you feel.” The heat from his skin, the tenderness in his touch, it was all slowly melting away your defenses. Your breathing became shallow as you tried to maintain your composure. But looking into his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. Not about this.

“I… I care about you more than I should” you whispered. “More than I knew was possible.” A wave of relief washed over Franco’s features as he heard your confession. The corner of his lips slightly tugged up, a mix of joy and satisfaction.

He slid one of his hands from your cheek to the nape of your neck, pulling you even closer until your bodies were millimeters apart. He stared at you for a moment in silence, his brown eyes searching yours.

“Then what’s stopping us from giving this a chance?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of insistence. Your breath hitched at the sound of his question. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. You couldn’t help but shiver.

The rational part of your mind was screaming at you to stop this now before things got too messy, but your heart was yearning for him.

“I’m scared, Franco,” you admitted. “I’m scared of what will happen when the fans find out. I’m scared of what the media will say.”

Franco let out a soft chuckle, his thumb gently tracing over your burning skin.

“You’re scared of the monsters that don't even exist yet, mi amor," he said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "We don’t have to think about that right now.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Right now, I just want to be with you. so please give me a chance give us a chance”

The desperation in his voice tugged at your heartstrings, further weakening your resolve. You wanted nothing more than to give in to your feelings and be with him.

Taking a deep breath, you gave in to the emotions bubbling within you, surrendering to the intense connection you shared with Franco.

“Okay,” you murmured, your voice shaky. “I’ll give us a chance.” The moment the words left your lips, a bright smile appeared on Franco's face, illuminating his features. The relief that washed over him was evident. He pulled you even closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.

“You won’t regret this, I promise” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He held you tightly as if he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.

You buried your face in his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your nerves. Being so close to him was both thrilling and comforting. He was right, you were letting the fear of the future overshadow the beautiful present moment.

“estoy confiando en ti, cariño” you murmured, a hint of a smile on your lips. “Please don’t break my heart” The endearment slipped out before you could stop it, but it felt natural, and it seemed to make Franco even happier. He chuckled softly and held you tighter.

"No lo haré, no podría perdonarme a mí misma"

he said, his voice serious. He pulled away just enough to look at you, his gaze filled with earnest determination. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.” The sincerity in his brown eyes made your heart flutter again. You knew that giving in to your feelings and embarking on this secret relationship would not be easy, but the way he looked at you made you believe it was worth the risk.

“We’ll figure it out,” you said, gently tracing your fingers along his jawline, savoring the feel of his skin. “Juntos.” A soft hum escaped from Franco’s lips as you traced shapes on his skin. Your touch sent shivers down his spine. He looked at you with a mixture of tenderness and need, his breath slightly hitched at your proximity.

“Juntos” he repeated. “I like the sound of that”

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unspeakable-imagination · 25 days

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Second Chances do Happen|| Worst Logan

This was a request!!

My asks are open and my masterlist is here

Cw: Fluff, eventual smut, Void! Mutant! Reader, Worst! Logan, canon-typical violence, Wilson’s cannon stupidity, Soulmate! Au/Destiney reader is based off of Yennefer from The Witcher P in V, Oral, F receiving, unprotected sex, 5.3k words

“It’s unbelievable,” You said, leaning against the wall for support as she spoke to Laura. “He looks different. Where did you find him, again?”

“In a stupid car in the woods, it was totaled, and I think they caused it.” Your purple eyes scanned over the sleeping men and then she turned back to her adopted daughter.

“Mi querida,” she cooed to the teen before flicking her on the head. “Are you stupid? they could be violent. Or worse, they could be stupid.”

“But he looks just like dad, well, he is dad.” Laura rubbed her temples with her thumb and first finger. “I couldn't help it, It felt wrong to leave them there.” Your eyes fell, and you stared at the booths on your feet.

“I know, I wouldn't have left them either. That doesn't mean I'm happy with you, Hija.”

“I know, mama.” Laura turned on her heel and went to another room, leaving you behind. You stepped down from the raised floor and looked at Logan and the man in the red suit.

“What would cause a Wolverine to show up in the void?” you looked them over once again, waving your hand and using your magic to ensure they stay asleep just a bit longer.

You and Laura were eating when you noticed Elektra and Blade begin to make a ruckus in the other room. You and her looked at eachother and muttered a small “Fuck,” before scooting out your chairs and look around the corner of the doorway. Red was standing, actually talking to Gambit, and logan was guzzling a bottle of whiskey. Remy said something to logan about his liquor and Logan barked back, saying he didn't ‘give a fuck,’ before Remy threw a card. It flew into the bottle and it shattered, the drink falling to the floor. He threw the shattered bottle to the side and grabbed another, cracking it open as Red mumbled about he was embarrassing him.

“Alright now that thats settled, we came a long way to find you three,” he said.

“There is five of us,” Elektra said.

“There’s five? Wait wai- uh, Magneto and Mystique? Dear sweet lords above, let it be Magneto and Mystique, because with them-”

“Theyre dead,” blade cut off Red.

“Fuck,” Red yelled, bending down, holding his head. “Now Disney gets cheap? It’s like pinocchio jammed his face in my ass and started lying like crazy.”

“Oh you nasty, Mon petit rouge, laissez le bon temps rouler, Huh?” (oh you're nasty, my little red. Let the good times roll.) Gambit’s accent had always been challenging for you to understand, but whatever just rolled from his mouth was impossible for you to decipher.

“Not a single word, what do you do exactly,” Red asked, eyeing Remy.

“Just the playing cards, i make them go boom!” You put your hand to your head and leaned into Laura.

“Does he not know the word for explosion?” you were missing what other parts of the conversation was going on while talking to her.

“I don't think so. I don't even know how he got that accent if he's been in the void since he was born?”

“Now who- who brought us here?” Red asked. You bristled and looked and kept your eyes on laura. SHe shook her head and sighed, stepping out,

“That would be me,” She said, turning out the doorway. You tried to grab at her wrist but she was too fast, already walking down the stairs and platform. “Don't make me regret it.” Red lifted his hand and stared at her for a moment of pause.

“Holey shit,” he looked to Logan. “Logan, that's her, that's X-23. She's the one I told you about.” Laura stared at Logan looking him up and down and you stepped out, following her to stand behind her. Logan stilled and his eyes met yours. You're purple eyes that he couldn't forget. They were duly glowing, and he swore it was like a red string connected him to you. “How, how did you all get stuck in the void,”Red twisted, looking at everyone and absorbing the fact that you were here too. “Logan’s wife too? Everybody thought you were dead.”

“There was a knock at the door,” Blade said. “Next thing I know, the TVA sent me here.”

“Me too,” Elektra seconded Blade's comment.

“Maybe I was born here. It's- it's hard to know for sho’,” Remy piped in, fiddling with his cards.

“The TVA decided our universe was dying.” Blade smacked his lips. “I never got the chance to fight for it.” laura walked around following the walls to inspect Logan and Red,

“People like us don't go quietly, The TVA knows that, so they took us out.” Elektra looked solem when she said that, and Logan looked away from you, absorbing Elektra's words for a moment.

“The answer is yes, I’m in.” Laura’s head snapped to Red’s direction and her eyes nearly bulged, as if she knew what was coming.

“In what,” Blade had sat down, tilting his head. He sounded apprehensive.

“A team, me you,” red started motioning to everybody,” You, me, all of us together. Lets get the fuck out of this place.”

“Dont listen to him, hes a fucking liar,” Logan sloshed the bottle towards him as wade turned his head around Logan bristled.

“It was an educated wish,” Red shouted. Logan lifted his hand to take another swig of the already half gone bottle. He leaned back and released a fake laugh, mocking Red.

“Hold on,” you finally said. “It just clicked, you’re a fucking deadpool.” you raised your hand and Wade’s body went still. He was frozen in place, his muscles tensing from your power. Your eyes began to glow a vibrant violet, and again, Logan’s eyes were on you. “How do we know you're not from the corps? You could be one of thoes rotten- headed, homicidal, bullet spewing, fucking freaks.” you stepped forward as Wade tried to squeeze out words and his limbs began to crumple inwards as you turned your open palm into a fist.

“He’s not,” Logan said. Your hands went slack and Wade fell to the ground, catching his breath, “Don't pop him like a balloon, as much as I'd like to see it.”

“Look,” wade panted from the floor. “Despite whatever suit-squeezing tension you two have im talking.” she shook his head, shaking off his sudden shock and stood up. “We’ve Been inside Cassandra’s lair.” everybody’s head snapped to him. Laura’s, Remy’s, Blade stood up, and Elektra tilted her head, looking at him with uneasiness, “The only way out of the void is through her. She can get us home. She told us.”

“Wait, what do you mean you've been inside? You made it out alive?”

“Bullshit,” Elektra cut them off. “Nobody’s ever done that.”

“We did,” Wade's statement was hard, truthful.

“Every time one of us has gone against her, they die,” You said.

“The Punisher, Quicksilver, Daredevil,” Gambit said. He was going to say more but Wade interrupted him.

“Daredevil? I am so sorry,” Elektra shrugged, muttering that it was fine. “Okay,” he said quietly. There was a beat of silence.

“Even our sweet baby angel, Johnny Stone,” Wade lifted his head, looking at Remy. “He up n’ go missin’ like two days ago.” Elektra took a deep breath, shaking her head and looked down. You chewed on your lip and looked at Laura. You never really liked Johnny. He was too vulgar for your taste.

“That is so sad,” Wade responded. “Whoever that Johnny fella is, I'm sure he’s thriving.” Logan chuckled in the background and you thought about Johnny. He couldn't keep his mouth shut to save his life. “Look, there’s strength in numbers, alright? Us, plus you guys, we can put Cassandra over our knee and force her to let us out of the void.” Blade scoffed but your heartbeat picked up a little. The chance to go home, you and Laura? It was like a dream. “I know what it means to feel self- doubt,” Wade started, but Elektra interrupted him.

“I don't feel that at all,” she said, leaning towards Blade.

“I'm good,” Blade said back to her, putting his hand on his hip.

“Not gnawing at your gut like a coked up tapeworm?” Wade motioned around his stomach, questioning them.

“It's like you're holdin’ up a mirror to m’ soul,” Remy responded to him, staring at him like he finally felt understood. Wade shifted and began marching forward to the main of the group.

“You guys may not have been able to save your universes, but you can avenge them. Its what Johnny would have wanted.”

“Wait,” Elektra said, her face morphing to one of thought. “You knew johnny?” You and Laura looked at eachother, trying to guess what would happen next.

“O-ho, yeah,” Logan began. A gross smirk formed on his face. “Dickhead here, he talked him into a team-up and Johnny came down with a little case of the deads.” You snorted.

“No, no, no we don't know that,” Wade tried to fight against Logan's words. “It was just a flesh wound.”

“I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead with that filthy mouth,” you said.

“He may have survived,” Wade tried to reason but Logan was having none of it.

“If he survived that, he's trying for death,” Logan egged him on.

“Thank you, DOCTOR WOLVERINE,” Wade exacerbated.

“Spill it,” Blade said.

“What did you do to Johnny, huh? Talk or I'm gonna stop here,” Remy lifted a card between his fingers. His cards and his eyes began to glow and he almost snarled.

“Okay, hey, okay. He ran his fat ass mouth about Cassandra.” he did a mocking hand motion. “Then she zip-zapped his skin. She left his organs to splash crudely onto the ground while the soil greedily drank his blood. It was Horrible! He was like a brother to me. Look, he died before he could make a difference,” he rocked back and forth on his heels. “But maybe you couldn't save your worlds,” Logan was laughing in disbelief. “But Jesus Christ,” Wade continued, “You can save mine.”

“We dont give a shit about your world,”Elektra started. She looked at Blade while pointing at Wade. “But if these two made it out of there alive, maybe together we can get back in and take her down.”

“Where i come from, we call that suicide, Shia.” Remy looked to Elektra.

“If we can block her psychic powers, we can get a leg up on her. I know it. Now I know Magneto’s dead, but I venture to guess that his helmet is lying around here somewhere,” Wade began to motion to the floor areas behind him.

“Cassandra melted the helmet,” Blade said unenthused.

“Fuck!”

“After she killed him.”

“Fuck,” wade yelled again, throwing his head back and leaning.

“She dont play,” Blade explained.

“She knows that helmet was the only way to protect anyone from her powers,” Elektra put a hand on her hip while she explained. “The only helmet that's that strong is Juggernauts and he works for Cassandra.” And so They began to make a plan. Trying to hype eachother up. Logan gargled the whiskey in the back of his throat, but they ignored him. Wade pointed his hand towards Laura.

“X-23, what's it gonna be?”

“My names Laura, Lets fucking go,” she said, looking to you.

“Language,” you said, you crinkled your nose and thought for a second. “If we can get back home, I'm In.”

“Let’s fucking go,” wade pumped his arms.

“Sold like chicken n’ coke,” Blade said.

“We’re doing this?” Elektra said, mildly shocked.

“Youre all fucking dead,” Logan said.

“My GOD, read the ROOM?”

Night had fallen and most of the team had settled down in their respective bunks. Logan sat outside, nursing a bottle around a fire. You gazed at him through one of the broken windows. You saw how he was different from your late husband, but you noticed the similarities in their personalities and gruff exteriors. Then, you noticed Laura marching towards him. You bristled and moved away from the window sill to run through the base and towards the door. You were going to grab her, pull her back inside, even if she was 19, she was still the child you’d cared for over eight years. But you paused. You paused when you heard her speak to him.

“You remind me of him,” She started. “Angry, drunk, mean.”

“Sounds like a great guy-” she stopped him from speaking.

“I wasn't Finished,” she snapped. “Showed up when it mattered the most. Couldn't help it,” there was a beat of silence as he straightened his back and sighed. SHe stared into the fire. “You may not know it, but you're a good man, Logan.” He chuckled and raised his brows, but avoided eye contact.

“You might not know it, but apparently, im the worst Logan.” You nearly teared up, listening to them

“I got to have a life because of you,” she looked up to him, a look of sadness crossing her face. “I got to grow up because of you.” she sucked on her lip and looked back to the fire. “Alot of kids did.”

“Alot of kids didnt grow up because of me. Trust me kid, i'm no hero.” She looked to him again and eyed the yellow suit he wore.

“Your suit says otherwise.”

“Yeah? I really like it. Scott used to beg me to wear it…” he trailed off. “So did Jean, Storm, even Hank. All of them. They wanted me to be part of the team, but I wouldn't. I kept telling them they looked fucking ridiculous. “ He mumbled and nodded his head to one side. “I just couldn't have them thinking I wanted to be there. Laura watched him and you slowly stepped out the door, standing behind them, Listening. “And then one day, while i was off on my own, the humans came.” he swallowed thickly, staring into the darkness of the night while he spoke. “They went mutant hunting.” You covered your mouth as you watched the back of his head.

“I can guess the rest,” Laura tried to stop him.

“No, no, let me- let me say it.” he nodded, trying to hold back the choke in his voice. You noticed that the bottle of liquor was long abandoned at his feet and his hands were folded in front of him, his elbows resting on his knees. “I need to say it.” Laura pursed her lips. “By the time I stumbled home, shitfaced from the bar, it was too late.” She looked away from him and you chewed on your lip. “They were dead, every-” his lip trembled and he tried to blink away tears.

“This suits all I got to remind me of who they were. Remind me of what I did.” He sniffed and grabbed the bottle from his feet, taking a swig. You stepped forward and put your hands on Laura’s shoulders.

“It's time to go inside, Laura.” she looked over her shoulder, and sucked on the inside of her cheek, nodding at you.

“Yes, Madre,” she said, scooting off the log. You watched her circle around and go inside and you sat on the log next to him. You looked at the fire and gently took the bottle from him. He gave you a look while you took a drink and handed it back.

“Whoever you think I am, [Name], Youve got the wrong guy.” he took a drink from his bottle and you looked at him.

“You were always the wrong guy.” You looked down at your hands, looking at the scars between your knuckles. “When I first told my Logan we were soulmates, he said the same thing.” your gaze moved to the sky and looked at the dim stars. “He didn't believe me, not until I showed him the same scars he had. The only scars he could keep at the time.” Logan looked at you, knowing what you were saying. “But, the older he got, the more the adamantium- the food, the more he poisoned himself,” You took a second. “His healing couldnt keep up. He left us all behind. He didn't even bother to stop and think about what he was doing when he ate that shit for another twelve years.” you brought a hand up to rub your face. “The scars just kept coming, and coming.” you hadn't noticed the way he was looking at you. “And god, the pain you feel when you get impaled? Dying on a fucking stump,” you scoffed. “No wonder it fucking killed him. I waited for years, watching the scars disappear. I hoped I'd join him. And then Laura and I got sent here. God knows why.”

“You seem like the only person that isn't happy with your Logan.”

“I'm the only one that truly knew my Logan.” he went silent and you looked at him. “Imagine my surprise, though, when yesterday afternoon, suddenly the scars between my knuckles came back?” he tilted his head and you moved your hands into the light of the fire. Right were his claws would have come out, sat shiny, fresh pink scars. “I mean fuck, i know that Logan told me in every lifetime, but I Didnt imagine he’d truly meant it.”

“My woman didn't make it past the engagement before she died.” he looked up from your hands to your eyes. “She told me she’d find me in another life, that I was worth it.” You snorted.

“Damn right. Logan’s, no matter how bad, are always good on the inside. You don't have me fooled.” you smiled at him. “You must have been through a hell of two fights yesterday. I've got the pain of about a dozen bullets and an unbelievable amount of stab wounds.”

“You could feel that?” his brows shot up. “Even if we arn’t?”

“We are, must be if i could.” you scratched your collarbone. “I guess we kept our promises?” He wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“I guess so.” you licked your lips and scooted closer to him. “You can't be all that bad if you're here with an annoying ass deadpool of all things.”

“He grew on me,” he laced a hand around your back and pulled you onto his knee. “And the idea of having my little violet back is growing on me too,” he said. Your heartbeat paced faster at the sound of the nickname, on that you'd been called for years. You turned yourself around and looked at him, bringing a hand up to trace the lines on his face.

“I know you're not him, but you're like a second chance-soulmate.” you glazed at where his eyes were looking and noticed how he stared at your shoulder. “What is it?”

“Every detail is the same, down to the freckles on your arms,” He put his forehead against your shoulder and took a deep breath. “You smell the same. You even talk the same,” he groaned into your skin.

“Hold on,” you murmured. You waved your hand in a circle behind him, opening a white-boardered portal into a distant treehouse. It's where you'd go when you needed private time. You slipped off of his thigh and over the log, turning around and walking backwards, motioning at him with a finger. “You comin’, bub?”

He spun around and nearly tripped as he tried getting off, falling to his hands and jumping through the portal, onto you like an animal. He pushed you back onto the floor of the treehouse, and the portal closed. He looked around and noticed the cotton covered straw bed, then hoisted you up and threw you towards it, listening to your squeals. When your hand touched the bed, you used your magic to turn it into a more desirable bed, and around you, candles began to light from the window sills.

“God, look at you.” he grumbled, stalking closer to you. You looked at him and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “Just as beautiful as the day I lost you,” he said.

“Logan,” you said, “I want to show you something. He tilted his head and got down on his knees in front of you. “Logan, Close your eyes.” When he did, you gently placed your hand on his cheek, cradling it as if he were a glass cup and began feeding all of the good and intimate memories you had to him. HIs lips parted, almost gaping as he absorbed the happy memories you fed him, even recognizing a few that mirrored his own memories in his old world.

“I love you. Logan” you said, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead. “Every version of you, every part of you, every flaw and strength. I am consumed by you, I adore you, and I am yours.” He groaned and opened his eyes, his arms snaking around your waist as he crawled up the edge of the mattress, climbing on top of you. He laid you down the further up he got and you watched him in awe. He leaned down and trailed his hands up, under your shirt. When his fingers made it to your ribs, he gently pressed the pads of his fingers over the divots in your skin. He hummed and leaned down, dipping his face into the crook of you neck.

“I love you too, [Name],” she hummed into your neck and then gently bit your collarbone. You whimpered and he sat up, pulling at your pants waistline, he wanked them down with your panties and you hummed, lifting your hips to help. Once they got around the curve of your hips and ass, you readjusted so you could sit up and start unlatching parts of his suit. YOu managed to remove all the buttons, clasps, and belts that held it secure and pulled it over her head. He took a moment of pause while you did, and once his shirt was off, he slipped your pants off of your ankles and threw them to a similar area in which you'd thrown his shirt.

“Logan,” you mewled. He rubbed his cheek against your raised knees and hummed,

“Yes, my violet?” you huffed and wrapped your calf around him, pulling him closer.

“Don't tell me youre getting a whiskey dick? Or worse, shy?” he chuckled.

“Absa-fucking-lutley not, baby. Are you running out of patience?” he pushed your knees apart and slotted himself between them. Leaning down, he placed his lips on yours. He was trying to be gentle, but your hands flew up and threaded into his hair. You used it as an anchor to pull him down further onto you. He groaned and deepened the kiss, becoming sloppy as he pulled up, pushing his nose across your cheek and down, then shoving his face into your breastbone. He kissed your chest, then moved down further, kissing the area where the curve of your ribs met, below your sternum. You whimpered and it only fuelled him more.

“Lo,” You muttered, hands still threaded in his hair. You gave it a gentle tug and he hummed against your skin before he moved further down, placing a kiss over your stomach, then just above and below your belly button, then he kissed your waistline before lifting you by your thighs. He pushed you further up the mattress and kissed the inside of your thigh, just below your warmth. You trilled as your thigh twitched away, just opening them further.

“So fucking eager,” he pushed it down till it laid on the bed and kissed the other thigh before his tongue shot out and licked a stripe up your cunt. Your back arched and you moaned. He grumbled, the vibrations doing another thing to you. “You even taste the same,” he mumbled, pulling away just for a moment. He was almost immediately back nose, nose deep, lapping at your heat. Your hips jerked, and his face only got buried deeper between your thighs. You nearly choked when you felt his lips wrap around your clit and you stilled. He growled at your hands tugging his hair, trying to pull him impossibly deeper.

“Lo,” you chanted, “Lo, please i want more.” he dropped his jaw and only consumed you more, devouring you like a starved man. “Log- ah!” his teeth had grazed you and it caused your back to arch again, then he pulled away.

“I need to get you ready, Vie, you're not ready,” He gently placed mouth kisses in the crevice where you hip meat your abdomen. He waited for your response.

“Lo, I trust you,” you sighed. “I thought I'd die waiting for you,” you brought your free hand up, draping the back of it over your mouth as you caught your breath.

“You mean?” he was questioning you quietly, but you heard him.

“I haven't been with anyone else, only you, only my soulmate,” you whispered. Something possessive in him pushed to the surface and he snarled, biting your thigh before he quickly ducked his head back into you, snaking his hand down your leg and sticking a finger in your hole. You cried out, and it only fuelled him to suck harder, using his tongue like a magic wand. You began to chant again, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. You desperately tried to grind your hips on him, feeling a warm pool in your belly.

“Please, please Logan, I need it, I feel so good,” you threw your head back and took a deep breath, trying to breathe through the pressure in your abdomen.

“What, are you trying to come already? Can my little wildflower take it?” he added another finger and latched around your vulva again. You were sure you’d explode, becoming far too overstimulated after so long.

“No, Lo, I can't take it, please please?” you pushed your hips into him again and then distantly, you heard him mumble about letting go. You hardly heard him over your own bliss as you fell undone. You felt the warmth in your belly flow down and processed the sounds of Logan's frantic groans as he greedily swallowed whatever you had to give him, his fingers having gone still. He worked you through your orgasam and smacked his lips poking his head out, crawling up between your thighs.

“Tastes like wildflower honey,” he said before he pressed his lips against yours. You whimpered into the kiss, tasting yourself and doing everything you could, practically trying to swallow him. He broke away to breathe and you only had just taken the time to look at his slick-covered face. It shined in the candlelight and you used your elbows to push yourself up. He was working to remove his pants, cursing under his breath at how tedious it was to take off. You took the time to raise your shirt over your head and threw it into the pile with the other discarded clothes. He lost his train of action and stared up at you, his eyes zeroing on your tits.

God have mercy on my soul,” he mumbled, completely forgetting his pants. He lunged his way into your chest and sucked one nipple into his mouth while the other was consumed by his palm, kneading your breast like it was bread dough. You trailed your fingers down his back and swiped your fingers, undoing the remaining buckles and buttons with your magic. He leaned away from your chest, only losing contact at the last moment to slip his pants down his thighs and off his legs completely. You swallowed thickly at the sight and raked your gaze over him before focusing in on his face. He rotated so he was sitting on the bed, and Leaned back, balancing on his palms. “Get on, Vie,” he said and you crawled forwards, twisting so you were straddling him.

“You sure, Lo?” he let out a warning growl and you submitted, raising yourself and reaching down to line him up. Tentatively you sank down, slowly and gently. You and he both hissed and he sat up straight, grabbing your hips like handles to help you down. You let go and brought your own arms up, draping them over his shoulders. You heard him curse, but hardly paid attention. You were too focused on the way it felt as his cock sheathed itself, splitting you open.

“I'm sorry for what i'm about to do,” he said it in your ear and you shivered, nodding. He gripped your hips, his knuckles turning white and he shoved you down, pushing himself into the hilt. Your head tossed back, and you cried, a call to the gods to hear your pleasure. Logan let out a shaky breath and pushed his pelvis upwards, and let a throaty groan fall past his lips.

He let you set your own pace, one of his arms strung under your thigh to help lift and drop you in the pattern you set. His other hand ran across your hip, over your stomach, and his thumb rubbed down, drawing patterns against the sensitive bud. Your hips stuttered and you keeled forwards, curling into his hold. You buried your face into his neck and he listened to you heave.

“Lo,” you whined “‘s too much,” he stilled his hand under you trying to give you a break, but you didn't stop, still lifting yourself, up and down, on him. He grinned, watching you, his eyes casting down.

“Yeah? You're not gonna give yourself a break?” you shook your head, humming a ‘ nuh uh,” and he scoffed, him arm finding its place against your ass again to help you.

“Need t’ come, need you t’ come- come in me,” you begged. He briefly took a double take before he felt a fire ignite, in his soul. He licked his lips and then used his leverage to raise you quicker and drop you harder, effectively making him pound into you. He grunted, relishing your heedy breaths and whiny moans. He felt your walls constrict, as if you were trying to suck him dry and empty his balls in the lewdest way possible. His thumb didn't stop its pace and instead picked up. He heard you babble, saying unintelligible words. You placed sloppy, breathy, open-mouthed kisses over his shoulder, drooling all over his back. He grunted and you hiccuped as you felt his cock twitch in you and he pumped his hips to try and meet your drops. The slapping of wet skin almost echoed in the tree house, and you began to emit crude, heavy breaths that were hard to describe, as if they were a mixture of growling and panting.

He felt your insides strangle him and you stilled, hilting him as your second release racked over your body. You shook, almost convulsing. He groaned and his own motion stopped, the tension in his own abdomen snapping. You felt his cum squirt, thickly covering your insides and you whimpered at the warmth.

Both of you sat there, mostly still. He combed his fingers through your knotty hair and whispered into your ear about how well you did, and you leaned into him, gradually relaxing. You don't know how long you sat there. Long enough for him to have gone soft. He gently lifted you off, laying you on your side on the bed and hovering over you.

“‘M sorry I don't have anything to clean you up with.” you shook your head, growing tired

“I dont need it, just need your cuddles.” he smiled and tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. “Oh god,” you groaned. "I just remembered, we are going to Cassandra’s lair at dawn.”

“I guess we need to get our beauty sleep,” he said, climbing over you to be your big spoon. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, listening to your breathing and rubbing circled into your back, helping you fall asleep.

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Blissfully Unaware

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Pairing: Yandere!Charles Leclerc x gn!reader x Yandere! Carlos Sainz

Warnings: Dark themes, pervy Charles and Carlos, reader panicks at a few points. Reader watches a film with a spicyish scene but no smut, so many mentions of underwear (not in a sexual setting).

Notes: And we are back! I hope to get the Logan fic out in the next few days and work on some more requests. But this is a fic based off of this request. Enjoy!

Summary: It's completely normal to have a small crus on one of your coworkers. Two? Meh it happens. But what happens when you end up sleeping in the same room due to their meticulous planning chance? Well, one can only guess...

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Your shoes click below you as you walk through the paddock towards Ferrari hospitality. The rain patters to the side of you and you quickly duck into the doorway of Ferrari. You breathe a sigh of relief. This weekend would be interesting with the weather forecast looking how it does. You turn to your left at a gentle call of your name.

Charles Leclerc stood in all of his glory. A man that despite there being immense amounts of downpour today, still manages to look flawless. "Charles, hi!" The man smiles at you softly and begins to talk with you about anything and everything. The two of you even manage to get onto the topic of the next race on the calendar before a rough cough cuts through your conversation. Your eyes fly to the intruder only to be met with a familiar shade if brown. "Good morning Carlos, how are you today?"

Carlos walks towards you and you turn your attention from the Monagasque to the tall Spaniard in front of you. You only manage a short conversation before your eyes fall on the clock just to the side of Carlos' head and you curse. "Oh no... We're running a bit late." Charles moves towards you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry mon chéri, everyone will be with the weather today." You shrug and murmer that you're going to your office to collect the notes for today.

Yet unbeknownst to you, the two men left in the room shoot sharp stares of jealousy to the other.

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You walk back into the entrance in pursuit of "escorting" the Ferrari men to the first media duty of the day. Despite it being awful weather, and being sodden all throughout the weekend, there is no rest for the pilots when it comes to media commitments. You pace back into the foyer and catch the end of Carlos and Charles' conversation I hushed whispers. You swear you could have heard your name but before you get the chance to eavesdrop anymore, the two are sharing a film handshake and turning to look at you.

"So, it looks like the first job of the day is going to be filming a video for YouTube. But I think it'll be upstairs rather than outside today. Both men breathe sigh of relief at your words. With how Ferrari can be, no one would be surprised if they were forced to film outside and then filmed for thirst trap videos of their damp bodies afterwards. "Well show the way mi corazón and we will eagerly follow." You laugh at Carlos' playful tone and lead the two of them upstairs.

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You're surprised how grueling the day turned out to be. It's only Thursday and you can't wait for the opportunity to get back to the hotel and change into more comfortable clothes. You make sure to lock your car and grab your work bag. After you close the door you begin to look for some comfortable sleep clothes.

You crouch to reach under the bed and find your suitcase. Your hand shoots out and you tal around but still don't find your luggage. How odd. You stand up but are met by the sight of a half unzipped suitcase. Oh you must have haphazardly chucked it on your bed and zipped it before you left for work. That explains its location...but why does it look like on so the zips is broken? You lean in to take a closer look. Yes this has happened to you before but only when you were very hastily shutting the zip. Oh well at least there were several zips on there.

You open the case in search of your favourite pair of undergarments. You truly wanted to feel at your comfiest today. Yet once again, you can't seem to find them. You pull out the many shirts and various miscellaneous clothing items. Yet you seem to have misplaced a large majority of your underwear. You sigh in defeat.

Well it wasn't the most hygienic but maybe you can wear some from yesterday. At least they'd had more air exposure than your current pair. You go into the small laundry hamper in the corner of the room. You dive in and find your jeans from yesterday, a pair of Ferrari socks (work standard bit unbelievable comfy) , one gag "I ❤ Montreal" shirt gifted to you a few years ago. But not yesterday's underwear... You take a deep breath to stop yourself from internally freaking out and walk back over to the suitcase.

Maybe you just packed them ina different place this time. After a good few minutes, you find your underwear stuffed into one if the front pockets of the case (with both a substantial amount missing and with nothing being folded).

You finally get changed and fall backwards onto the expensive, hotel sofa and try and find a film. Just for today, you allow yourself to order in some food and you excuse the large expense of the just eat order as a means to treat yourself. You start to watch the old rom-com on the television but find yourself zoning out and thinking about anything that will come to mind and stay. That may be why your mind lingers on the two Ferrari men (you must admit that they never really leave your mind).

A loud sound cuts into your daydreams. The two main characters begin to have a passionate exchange that grown more and more heated. And your mind can't can't but flash to the conjured image of you and Charles in that situation. Like the character to his love intrest, his hands slowly making their way up your body in a long trail of featherlight touches.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. How inappropriate. And goodness how awful of you was it taht you couldn't even eat ha film without getting frustrated. You turn your attention back to the screen. The actor on screen begins to murmur in a voice so deep that it reminds you of a certain Spaniard. And now you're imagining Carlos pinning you to the table whilst kissing you like it's your last day on Earth. Gosh, you feel like such a perv.

The image of the "Smooth Operator" makes you fail to realise when the lights begin to flicker. You bolt upright in panick. This hadn't happened before and you were already stressed enough from earlier. You try and sit doen and take deep breaths, assuring yourself that it'll be sorted soon. You focus back on the characters on the screen and fall back into your Ferrari infused daydream.

The sharp ring of the doorbell breaks you from your dreamy state. You skip towards the door, ready to have something good happen this evening and get your hands on the meal that's just dripping with grease and unhealthiness. However, you're not met with a just eat delivery person and instead you're met with a man in the hotel uniform. "Hello. Are you Y/N Y/L/N?" You nod and shrink in on yourself, suddenly consious of your too casual clothing. Your body buzzes with anxiety as to what the worker will say next and you feel like you've been plunged with ice cold water when he says he'll have to evacuate you from the room. Something about pests. You feel like you've been pushed to the deepest part if that ice cold water when he explains that the hotel is overbooked and asks if you can stay with anyone.

Sure, you you can that. You can probably bunk with Marie, the lovely old woman that runs the lighting for videos, you think she's somewhere here. Or even Todd, the new chef's apprentice. What no, he went home to watch his daughter's play. You don't even register nodding at the man but when someone behind the door opposite you begins to frustratedly mumble, you certainly gain a sense of sobriety.

"Qui est-ce? Il est bien trop tard pour ça" (Who is it? It is way too late for this.). You look at Charles hopefully as he opens the door. When he finally realises that it is in fact you that woke him up this evening, a sleepy grin takes over his lips. "Y/N, mon amour. Whatever is the matter?" He ushers you onto the sofa of his hotel room and you explain what happened.

He sits next to you and rubs your shoulders. You hate to admit how simple it makes you look but you feel almost all of your previous stress melt away at the gentle touch. Charles offers you a coffee whilst stating that "It will probably be pretty bad but it's something at least." You nod and smile, softly thanking him in the process. You turn the TV on (carefully, to avoid the channel you were viewing earlier) and begin to watch an old, outdated 80s sitcom. Charles comes back, and holds out a coffee in hand and you choose not to comment on the fact that he brings 3 mugs over to the lounge area in total. All is explained however, when a soft knock on the door is heard and Carlos comes in.

He greets Charles and then you, giving you a gentle smile. He asks why your here (yet doesn't act surprised at all that yours here). And you can't help but also spill this evening's events to Carlos (leaving out your laundry hamper interaction of course). Surprisingly though, he tells a similar story about how he was told by the hotel to find somewhere else to bunk for the might, it must be a common thing.

You apologise for his misfortune and Carlos urges you to continue your story. You speak about the suddsn, ominous light flickering up your room and he comforts you with a sympathetic look and that's when Charles cuts in. "So where are you going to sleep ma très chère?" You furrow your brows. You hadn't thought this far. Clearly, Carlos was quick to process the situation because in a monent, he has his hand on your shoulder and is propositioning you. "Well espléndido, it might be sensible if you deck with Charles tonight." You shake your head. "What about you Carlos, where will you go." He tilts his head in amusement at your clear concern for him. "Meh, I shall sleep on a sofa in the foyer if I have to." You her Charles tut to your right.

"Don't be foolish. I know it is a squeeze but we can all sleep here tonight." You turn to Charles (just in time to miss Carlos lean back and smirk). "Really?" Charles repeats your words back to you and inches closer to you. "It is the least I can do." He smiles like a puppy at you and you thank him profusely. "What about Carlos though?" He shakes his head with laugh. "He can be here as well of course." Your cheeks warm slightly d you realise what this means, spending the night in a room with two very attractive men that you have dreamed about on many occasions. Oh no...

You voice your concern about sleeping arrangements to Charles and he just hums. "Well mon cœur, my mither wouldn't have raised me right if I didn't let you have the bed." You roll your eyes. "Don't be silly, the two of you can take the bed whilst I can sleep on one if the sofas." Charles raises an eyebrow at you, challenging your statement. "You will not. Just look at how uncomfortable they look." You glance at the sofa. Yeah, despite this being an expensive hotel, they look like the type of sofa to give you a back ache by morning. "Well what does Carlos say?" The two if you turn to Carlos, still leaning back in the armchair, smirking. Charles scoffs.

"Enjoying the show are you." Carlos just laughs. "Y/N, mi amor, Charles and I would rather not sleep than take the bed from you. You go to argue with him but Charles softly cuts across you before you have the chance. "Y/N, look. We are going to be in this predicament for the next few nights, please just take the bed and we'll sort something our for later. Hack we can even take it in turns." You look Charles un the eyes and can't find it in you to disagree. You glance back at Carlos snd the sheer ferocity of your looks makes you feel like you'll loose your friendship if you decline the offer. You drop your head down and murmur a quiet agreement. The two men, unbeknownst to you, share equally as sinister smirks but they're gone in a moment as they go to prepare for bed.

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It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep explially with the low timbre of Carlos' voice and the soft curl of Charles accent. Or maybe it was mostly due to your tired state. Which would explain an awful lot.

It would explain how you missed the sight of the box half sticking out from under the bed, containing your missing sets of underwear, a lipbalm you lost many weeks ago and even a multitude of photos in you in many locations and positions from you getting a drink at a café many weeks ago to you getting undressed in the sanctuary of your bedroom. It would explain how you missed a letter on the desk not far from the bed, thanking the two men for their payment and costume for an act by a starting actor, and confirming the date of performance (tonight). It would explain how you missed the two pilots usually dresses in red talking (with evident dopey grins in their voices) about how their plan worked and how they are closer to you you they ever dreamed, even how they intend to futher the development of your predicament. It would would explain how you failed to miss the two soft kisses placed on either side of your head with quiet promises of always protecting you, promises of staying forever devoted to you, confessions of love and admitions of acts of insanity just for a moment of your attention. And most of all, it would explain how you missed the two world famous drivers get under the covers and snuggle up to you.

But that was an issue for when you woke up....

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome!

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no-144444 · 6 days

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FIC-TOBER

Hey everyone! I've decided to participate in the regualr kink-tober stuff (in my own way) :)

I have a fic fr every day, I'll try and get them out at roughly the smae time but with work and school I'm a little busy so please be mindful of that and also enjoy! Some of these are requests, so thank you to the people that requested and please enjoy!

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October 1st: Making moves Enemies to lovers -> Lando Norris x publicist reader Why did your client have to be such a pain in the ass?

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October 2nd: The grid: Meet-cutes!

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October 3rd: New boy Brother’s teammate -> Jack Doohan x Gasly reader It’s not your fault his new teammate is hot (smau)

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October 4th: Private, but not secret -> Lewis Hamilton Married? Maybe. But why does everyone else need to know?

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October 5th: (smut) One bed trope -> Lando Norris x Fewtrell reader One bed… what could go wrong?

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October 6th: Love and lies Fake relationship -> Alex Albon x reader “We don’t love each other, right?”

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October 7th: mi señora Everyone else ships you -> Franco Colapinto x Williams reader “We’ve barely ever spoken!” “He’s in love with you!”

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October 8th: Our fav commentator Y/n Y/l/n! Tweets about our favourite F1 commentator!

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October 9th: Judgy McJudgy Pants or Osc? You decide! Things heating up between you and Judgy McJudgy pants...

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October 10th: Losing Battle Marriage of convenience -> Lance Stroll “Children?” “No way.”

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October 11th: (smut and requested) Temptations Skinny dipping-> Max Verstappen “Joining me?”

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October 11th: Accidental injury Injury causer-> Logan Sargeant x engineer! reader “Watch where you’re going please?!”

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October 12th: Why did it have to be me? Trapped in an elevator -> George Russell x driver! reader “Don’t move!” “I’m not moving!”

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October 13th: Persistent Pestering Sworn off relationship and ‘I’m in love with you’ -> Charles Leclerc Ferrari drivers are persistent. You’re not looking for love. Too bad he is.

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October 15th: Sunshine? More like demon spawn. Sunshine vs. Grumpy -> Daniel Riccarrdo x RB mechanic! reader “Do you even stop smiling?” “Only when you’re not around.”

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October 16th: Listening ears on Matchmaking gone wrong -> Zhou Guanyo x Bottas reader How come when you try to set Zhou up, it always ends badly? (smau)

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October 17th: Admin looking for love! Secret pining -> Carlos Sainz x williams admin! reader Why did Alex Albon feel the need to post you on his story as a ‘lonely woman looking for love’? And why did Carlos Sainz dm you after it?

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October 18th: Creepy guy who isn't all that creepy Coffee mix up -> Ollie Bearman Why does your cappuccino taste like shit? And why are you being followed by a random 6 foot man?

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October 19th: Opposites attract, right? Messy vs. neat -> George Russell “Where’s my-” “Babe, stop leaving things lying around!”

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October 20th: Happy accident! Accidentally married -> Max Verstappen Good night, right?

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October 21st: Stoic much? Secret baby -> Oscar Piastri “You have a wife?” “You have a kid?!”

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October 22nd: The grid: Time for a hot lap!

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October 23rd: All grown up! Childhood crush -> Arthur Leclerc “I had a crush on you as a kid.” “Same.” “What?!”

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October 24th: Breaking up (not making up) The one that got away -> Kimi Antonelli “So we’re done?” “yeah.”

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October 25th: Wallflowers like flowers too Friends to lovers -> Oscar Piastri “I got you some flowers.” “Why?” “Because they’re pretty, like you.”

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October 26th: Thoughtless love Best friends to lovers -> Paul Aron Being with him is just easy.

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October 27th: Lovers in denial Won't admit it-> Logan Sargeant “I don’t like her!” “Exactly, you love her!”

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October 28th: Was it casual? Scared to commit -> Lando Norris Aren't we just casual?

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October 29th: The Grid: Late for a date!

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October 30th: The Grid: confesses!

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October 31st: Chancer Halloween party -> Oscar Piastri Can he figure out who you are at the masquerade ball before you leave forever?

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