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AVOIDANCE - LN4

summary : Lando can’t help but keep his on you. You’re beautiful, talented, sharp as nails… just enough to wreck him. That doesn’t change the fact that he wants you. In fact, it only motivates him more.

listen up : daniel riccardo cadillac teammate!! 21st team. if you didn’t know, i have a driver x lando fic up on wattpad! i kinda wanna re write it bc i miss it so much and think it could be sm better! anyway i hope you like this!!

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Tate Mcrae’s ‘Just Keep Watching’ blasted through the speakers just as the podium trophies were awarded to the top three. 

Miami was hot and grueling for all the drivers, but specifically the finishers of P2 and P3.

Carlos and Alex stood below, watching their co workers get awarded, soon joined the newest addition to this season. “So what’s the deal with Lando and-”

He didn’t even need to finish, the two men already knew the name that would ghost his lips. “He’s in love with her, what else?” Alex said, crossing his arms to watch Lando pop his champagne. 

The crowd screams made Carlos correct Alex even louder, “He’s got a crush on her!” They watched as Oscar sprayed Lando’s back, Lando trying to retaliate but failing due to the amount of champagne in his eyes. 

“Always has!” Alex added, a flash of a silver race suit catches the crowds attention, the suit less important than who’s wearing it- someone that’s becoming more familiar to the top steps these days. “It’s been going on for years…”

Franco frowned, bringing his water bottle to his lips just as she faked Lando out with her bottle of champagne just to drink it, looking him dead in the eye while doing it. “She doesn’t know?” 

Carlos and Alex stared at Franco, poor, innocent, fresh blood, Franco… He had no clue how far their story went, no idea what has gone down. Alex and Carlos both sigh, knowing far too much about their twisted little dynamic, “Oh she knows…” Alex mumbled. 

“He doesn’t care that she knows and hasn’t done anything?” Franco looked so shocked at this that it almost made Carlos laugh. 

“Oh no… I think it turns him on even more.”

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I hate fish

I hate gin

I hate paper cuts 

I hate losing 

I hate Lando Norris. 

And yet, the smile that tugs at his lips while he watches me pour the winning liquid down my throat, makes me think- only for a second, how could I ever hate him? 

Him and his stupid freckles. Him and his bloody need to make space for himself in my life. 

I stopped hating Lando a while ago. It lingers in my thoughts sometimes, but I'm pretty sure it’s a reflection of how I feel about myself. 

“Don’t give me that look, sev.” We’re still standing on the podium, the shaken champagne dropping low in Oscars hands. “Come out with us tonight.”

“P3 isn’t a celebration for me.” I say flatly, ignoring the nickname he’s pinned on me since getting one glance at the number 7 in our karting days. 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t still party.” The way his lips curve makes my heart race faster, something I'll tell myself is just the adrenaline from the race. 

“You’re coming to the party?” Oscar says brightly, shining in bubbly as he wipes his eyes. 

I nod, keeping it short and standing on the top step with the boys with me, smiling for the cameras, wondering how different it will be when I actually stand up here alone. 

“Oh so you’ll come with Osc but not me?” Lando holds his trophy, waving to the crowd distractingly. 

“Of course I will, I like him more than you.” I’m not lying, not really. I don’t miss the way Lando’s jaw tenses, only a split second that could be missed by a blink before he goes back to smiling and slapping Oscar on the back. 

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I do go with Oscar, sitting in the back of the car while my pregame shot sets in and Oscar rattles away on the phone with Lily. 

The club is just what I expected, maybe just what I needed. Alex sees me first, making me genuinely smile while dragging me over to the others. He’s awfully happy for the circumstances of his race. 

Daniel is doing shots with Max, probably celebrating his return to F1 for the millionth time. Isack, Pierre, and Ollie pull me into their conversation immediately after congratulating me. The two frenchmen are explaining football rivalries to Ollie, who sips his drink and gives me confused looks once and a while. 

It’s just about the time when I'm drowning out the boys and wondering why I'm not drinking yet, when I see him. Lando walks across the floor with Franco by his side, he’s in all black, his curls grown out and a drink in each hand. 

Franco leans in to Lando after they both notice me. While Franco talks, Lando’s eyes are on me. On my legs, on my heels, on my scrap of a top. They’re still on me when Franco stops talking. His reaction is a mix of laughter and uncertainty, his eyes darting away from me in the middle of his response. That’s how I know it’s about me. 

“Fran, I’d rather you talk about me to my face.” Franco laughs at this, pulling me into a side hug as I mess up his hair. 

“Start drinking before he keeps talking, it helps.” Lando hands me one of the drinks in his hands. It’s a martini. I pause before I take it and as if he reads my mind, he says, “Vodka, not gin.”

Everyone around us starts yelling and clapping at the exact same time. Making me pull my eyes from Lando and to Oscar, who smiles shyly at the welcome. 

“Our race winner!” Lando holds up his glass, he’s so chill, an easy smile on his lips even though we all know people could have been saying that to him. 

I love being with the rest of the grid, even if my intention last year was to have no friends, only enemies. My words clearly hasn’t panned out well because each of them has weaseled their way into my heart, new and old. 

The only thing I dislike about being out with them is that women flock to us. I mean, the girls are pretty and usually nice, but it also means that my friends are pulled away by mini skirts and bras. 

Don’t get me wrong, guys find me as well. It’s just that the ones that do happen to have a lot of confidence, walking into a crowd of fit F1 men who would likely fight for my honor… they happen to fall in the category that I call: False drunken confidence and eyes for my tits only. 

So I stay away from the thirsty guys and stick with the ones who are alone due to the lack of their girlfriend not being here. Lando is always with us even though, to my knowledge, Lando is very single. 

I’ve seen him flirt with girls, letting them slip their hands to his hair and kissing his neck cheekily. I’ve seen him wave goodbye with a pretty blonde on his arm, but never, in my two years in formula one, have I ever gone out and had Lando not talk to me. 

“That girl is staring you down like you’re edible.” Pierre sips his drink, nodding to the blonde girl who is doing just what he said. 

Lando looks at her, not flirty or teasing, just blinks before looking back at Pierre, “She looks about nineteen.”

“She’s twenty one.” Franco says, making us all look at him, “What? I talked to her.” I raise my brow at him just as the others mumble words of disbelief, “Okay- I made out with her.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Great. I don’t want your sloppy seconds, sounds paddock bunny like.” Lando shakes his head, leaning back into the couch and slipping his arm around the back of it- around the back of where I'm sitting. 

His jacket is over my legs, Lando saw the length of my skirt and my frown when everyone else sat and so easily handed it to me without another word. 

Franco starts fidgeting in his seat, “I need to dance, who’s with me?” None of the guys move. He turns to me, smiling ear to ear and holding out a hand, “My queen.” 

I almost say no simply because I hate the nickname the grid has dubbed me. I’m the only woman on the grid, something a bit awkward to navigate sometimes, but also something that the other drivers acknowledge but never really talk about. 

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you dance with Lando instead.” Ollie says suddenly, making my eyes narrow and Lando drag his hand over his face. 

“I’d give a hundred bucks to not do that.” I stand, throwing Lando’s jacket beside him and making him peak up at me. I don’t mean to sound so mean, but I don’t really know how else to respond to that. 

Not when I know he wants me to say yes, not for money or jokes, either. 

“Why will you dance with Franco and not Lando? Either is ending up posted somewhere tomorrow.” Carlos just has to remind me of the existence of phones and social media. 

I take Franco’s hand, “Franco likes older women.” He grins at this. 

“You are older than him!” Lando laughs, his eyes meeting mine and shining green in the strobe lights. 

I can’t help but smirk, shrugging and tugging the younger man away, “C’mon, Fran.” 

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My free week is spent with training, getting coffee with Alex’s girlfriend, and trying to calm my mind by reading. 

I’m back in the air too soon, flying with Max and Daniel who surprise me with a special guest… Lando. Flying with my teammate and basically his husband means that Lando and I are third and fourth wheeling. 

I’m curled up in my seat, headphones on and book in hand while the boys play some card game. “Sev!” I hear Lando scream, making me pull of my headphones and hum in response.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Max asks as if they wouldn’t know the second a guy even asked me out. 

“No. Why?”

Daniel grins, looking over his seat at me, “I have someone for you.” 

My eyes narrow, “If it’s Lando, the answer is no.”

I see the brit frown, mumbling, “Why not?” 

“It’s not Lando.” Daniel says, making Lando physically react and sitting up straight to look at his friend, “He’s a driver-”

“Immediately no.” 

Max laughs out loud while Daniel rolls his eyes, “It’s rally-”

“Absolutely not.” Lando scoffs, earning a suspicious look from me. 

“You have no say in this, buddy.” Max tugs the hood of Lando’s hoodie over his head, Lando shoving him right back. 

“I have a girl for you, Lando.” I say, crossing my legs to get more comfortable in the two seats I’m taking up. 

“Is it you?” He shoots back quickly. 

“No.” 

“Then I don’t want her.” He says it teasingly but his eyes are on me, his usual smirk gone. 

None of the guys flirt with me except for Lando. Franco has said some joking remarks but apart from some drunken compliments, they’re like my brothers. Not Lando though, never Lando. 

I’ve known him since karting as the nerdy little boy who liked all of my instagram pictures and fought me on track. Now he’s the nerdy formula one driver who’s annoyingly hot and wildly confusing, still fighting me on track. 

Daniel whistles slowly, my eyes pulling away from Lando and back to my book. His eyes stay on me, I can fucking feel it. 

They go back to their game and when we land in Italy, I leave that plane with one plan in mind: beating them. 

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“Hey sev.” I’m not happy to hear him, or see him. Except the way he looks might help a little bit. 

“Fuck off, Norris.” He shouldn’t even be near the Cadillac garage. 

My lap got deleted so I'll be starting P15. Lando’s P4 and even he’s upset about it. I’d give anything to switch with him. 

He doesn’t roll his eyes, just crosses his arms and leans closer. “Be nice to me, you rejected me on the plane.” 

I blink. “I always reject you.” 

He nudges my arm, looking away to scan the paddock before sighing, “God forbid a man speak his truth.” 

“What do you want, Lan?” 

“You?” He grins ear to ear and I hate that it makes me smile. “Hold on!” He opens his phone and puts it up to my face. 

“What!?”

He pockets his phone, “Just a reminder that I can still make you smile.”

“Still?” I raise my brow. 

“Don’t act like we didn’t cry laugh back in karting.” 

“Seven years ago!”

“And I stick with my feelings.” 

Someone whistles behind us, “Ay, lover boy!” It’s Daniel, he’s grinning like an idiot next to a sky sports camera man. 

I push Lando away but he grabs my hand to pull me back, “You’re gonna start rumors.” I say, very aware of the cameras on us. 

He doesn’t miss a beat, “Go out with me and then they won’t be rumors, just facts.” 

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I don’t date drivers. I did once. Never again will I go back to that. There’s many reasons for him specifically, but a relevant one for anyone on the grid is that social media sees something and runs with it. 

Lando isn’t shy when talking about me, he’s never openly said he thinks i’m hot on camera but the way he talks to me, the subtle flirty words that get picked up in cooldown rooms… we have a fucking ship name now. 

Sour. Seven with Four; also a hint at how I feel about this little hashtag. Technically it’s pronounced ‘soar’ but I like Sour much more. 

It’s gone so far that even the other drivers will address us as Sour, even though there’s never a real need to group us together, they think it’s hilarious. 

The race goes okay from my position, ending up P7 and checking in on Kimi who couldn’t finish his home race. The weekend goes back so fast that the next thing I know, i’m on that fucking plane again. 

I’m watching the race back when Lando sits across from me, closing my screen without saying anything. 

I pull the red vine out of my mouth, “The fuck- Norris!” 

“You’re over analyzing.” He puts his feet up on my chair, wearing sweats and bright red socks. 

“I’m trying to get better.” 

“Seeing every tiny mistake you make isn’t gonna win you races.” He says flatly, “I would know.”

“At least you’ve won a race.” 

“Talk to me when you’re six years in and not two in a brand new team.” He reaches over and grabs a red vine before slouching in his seat, his curls pressing against the leather.

I breathe out, “I want to win.” 

“Then beat Max. Beat Oscar- Beat me!” He shrugs, biting into the candy. “Just chill on the race stuff when we’re 40,000 feet in the air.”

“What do you propose I do instead?” 

“Um… Watch Crazy Rich Asians like a normal person? Talk to me? Drink champagne. Play strip poker-”

“Lando!” 

He’s laughing now, “Sorry! I had to! It’s just… every second of every day is about racing for us, which is good, keeping us focused right? But I've seen people burnout…” He glances back at Danny who’s laughing with Max, “It’s not fun.”

I cross my arms, smiling a bit. “You just want me to talk to you.”

The corner of his lip tugs upwards, “I want you to beat me.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a kink of yours.” 

He full on laughs now, making my stomach twist. Lando stands, coming over to my side and sitting next to me just to open computer, “I’ll give you my netflix password.”

As soon as we land, Daniel and I have to go to a Cadillac event together. He drives while I do my makeup in the passenger seat, “So… you and Lando talked like- the whole flight.”

“It was short.” 

He hums, rocking his shoulders, “Sure but an hour is a long time to talk non-stop.” 

“We’re friends.” I rub my lips together, touching up my lip liner. 

Daniel lets out a laugh while I pop open my lipgloss, “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear that.”

“Will you shut it? We are.”

I can hear how unconvinced he is in the tone of his voice, “Friends who flirt.” 

“Lando flirts with me for fun- he knows people think it’s funny.”

Daniel glances at me, speechless for a second. “You can’t honestly believe he’s saying that shit for laughs… right?”

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Being with girls after spending every moment of my day competing with men is like running through a field of daisies. Alexandra and Lily make me feel so refreshed and happy, even during a triple header!

We walk along the Monaco harbor, saying which yacht we would want or what we would name them, before heading out to get lunch. 

The place is unbelievably packed, making us all realize that we need to get better at planning and me to get over my fear of making reservations. 

I swear, I think i’m imagining his voice at first. But then, a head of dark curls and tanned body comes into view, “Hey pretty!” 

Lando already has a table because- of course he does. When Lando greets us, it’s like the waitress gains consciousness and realizes who I am. I’m somehow dragged to a table with Lando and his best friend, Max Fewtrell. The five of us sit at a table for three. 

Alex leaves midway through our drinks, having to go earlier than expected which leaves Lily and I, who are only able to laugh at who sits across from us. 

The table is less crowded now and surprisingly, we get on pretty well. Although I do think it’s mostly Max and his cheery personality. 

He’s genuinely hilarious and any tension that I expected is soon forgotten about after we order. Someone comes up and asks for a picture with Lando and I. We do it but I can’t help but cringe at the thought of #sourhavinglunchtogether going viral. 

Not one moment goes by where we’re not talking, every breath overtaken by someone else’s thoughts on whatever topic we bring up. Lily takes a selfie to send to Alex who promptly sends a million laughing emojis. 

After the millionth time that Max makes me laugh, Lando speaks up, half joking, half serious. “Why do you like all my friends more than me?”

“Maybe because they don’t hit on me every chance they get.” Now i’m half joking and half serious. 

He’s quiet the rest of the lunch, popping in jokes as usual but something’s off and he’s horrible at hiding it. 

Alex picks up Lily after our lunch, saying hello quickly before taking his girlfriend away from me. Max is on the phone when Lando awkwardly comes up to me. 

“You know, If I make you uncomfortable… I’ll stop.” It comes out of nowhere. For a second, I don’t know what he means, but then I remember my remark about him hitting on me and it clicks. 

I cringe, hating this conversation already. Do I want him to stop? Do I really just like it because of the attention? Or because it’s coming from him?

He looks worried- like he’s scared that he’s actually crossed a line. “You don’t make me uncomfortable- I just… don’t get it.”

His brows furrow, his hands in his pockets and his eyes too green for this world. His voice is serious when he says it, “You don’t get why I hit on you?” 

I don’t know what to say to that. I always know what to say- especially to him. But now… he’s looking at me as if the last two years have been a joke at his expense. 

Max joins us right before I can answer, saying something about his girlfriend and how he needs to head back. I just nod along, still looking over to Lando who won’t face me. 

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Monaco is cloudy today and I'm suddenly very glad I picked out jeans and a sweater for this morning. I’ve spent the week on runs, doing press, and meeting up with some old friends. It’s been a quiet few days, something surprising since it’s still race week. I tap my pass against the entrance, expecting to hear the usual chime of acceptance, but when I start to walk, I'm stopped by metal.  

I frown and try again, but no luck. I’m about to try for a third time when, it finally chimes. But it’s not my paddock pass that slides against the machine with ease, I can tell just by the large veiny hand that holds it. 

I look back to see his face and my stomach does that thing again- he’s so close and for a second, I'm swallowed whole by a mess of curls and beauty marks. 

That second is soon over because without so much as looking at me, he nods to the people inside and says, “Go.” 

I mumble a quick thanks before moving through the metal and into the paddock. I try not to make a face, aware of the amount of cameras on me, but what the fuck is going on?

Lando’s been avoiding me. 

This has never happened before… I haven’t talked to him all week and it’s already Saturday. Well, unless you count that encounter that has me blushing and cringing all at once.

No. Sorry- No. Not blushing. My cheeks are just red from the sun… the sun on a cold and cloudy day. 

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“Are you okay?” Daniel asks, standing in the doorframe of my drivers room while i’m spread out on my couch. 

“I’m great.” I mumble because, I am! P2 in quali. In Monaco! I should be way happier than I am.  

“Are you sure…?” 

“Do you think Lando’s mad at me?” I don’t look at him when I say it, I can’t. It’s wholly too embarrassing. 

I can practically hear the way his eyebrows raise, “I don’t think so. Has he been acting differently?” 

I sit up, “Today he apologized for walking past me.” He had his hand on my waist so I wouldn’t fall or panic. He was in a rush, but snatched his hand away the second I looked back at who was moving so fast. 

“Basic etiquette?”

I laugh, “Not for Lando.”

“Well, do you want me to ask? Maybe he’s just locked in for tomorrow.” 

“No!” I scramble, “No that’s okay! I don’t care. It’s good like this, quiet.” 

Daniel just smiles and leaves me alone. 

The truth is, I can’t do this anymore. I spent the whole of Saturday looking for him. What the fuck has happened to me? 

When I run into him- yes, physically, On sunday morning, I spit it out. “What’s wrong with you?”

He blinks, “Sorry?” 

We’re both in our race suits, orange and silver are not a good pair. “You’ve been weird this whole week- can you like act normal? Did something happen?” 

He starts to say something but stops before it can come out. “I thought you wanted this.”

I’m the confused one now. “What?” 

He looks around but no one’s close enough to hear, “I mean, the whole thing at lunch. You said you don’t like it when I hit on you and it’s really hard not to hit on you-”

“I told you it didn't make me uncomfortable.” 

“Max said something about it too and then that post…” He trails off, like he’s scared to make me uncomfortable again. 

A post went viral of all the reasons why Lando and I are secretly dating. It’s shit and honestly, a good laugh, but not that serious. 

“It’s fine.” I cross my arms instinctively, “I thought you were mad at me.” 

Lando rolls his eyes and when he looks back at me, I can feel the shift in the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve missed the flirting.”

“No!” I say a bit louder than necessary, “It’s just- your fans have noticed.” 

He’s grinning now, stepping closer. “My fans?”

I need to shut up. I turn sharply and start walking away, “Bye, Norris.” 

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Beat me today, Sev!”

I don't beat him. I give him some pressure on the last five laps- but Lando Norris wins Monaco and looks absolutely fucking beautiful while doing it. 

It reminds me of Miami- he can’t stop smiling. 

Me, Lando, and Oscar walk off the podium still laughing. Lando picks me up suddenly, his arms around my waist and making me scream. He shakes out his hair onto me- not as if it matters considering I'm soaked in just as much champagne as he is. 

“Put me d- Awh the back says your guys’ names in cursive! You look like you’re getting married!” I laugh. 

“I will keep you in air jail if you keep talking shit about our suits.”

He keeps me trapped against him until we get to the bottom of the stairs. Oscar gives me a look which distracts me so when Lando sets me down, I almost fall. 

His hand grabs my waist, my suit unzipped and his skin far too close to touching mine. “I’m not talking shit. The white looks good.”

He grins. “Did you just say I look good?” 

I roll my eyes, “I take it back, I want you to avoid me again.” I push him away, his touch leaving me while he smiles. 

“You’re a horrible liar.” He nudges my arm, “Come on, admit it. You missed me.”

I scoff, “I did not!” 

“Then why did you beg me to talk to you again?” 

“I did not beg you-”

“You can admit it, Sev. You’re in love with me. That’s okay! We can date in secret and watch our ship edits in bed with our dog.” 

My jaw actually drops. He’s ridiculous. “Our dog?” 

He points at me, walking away backwards while his PR manager says something to him. “You being shocked about the animal and not everything else I said tells me all I need to know!” 

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“You can’t be tired!” Carlos snaps his fingers in front of my face, “You’re supposed to be the young one!” 

I can’t believe they’ve managed to drag me out to a club. Sure, I like to party- but not during a triple header! I’m partially discouraged from going because almost every guy brought their girlfriend and Lando won’t be there to keep my single ass company. 

The moment I think I want Lando with me is the same moment that I grab Alexandra and Rebecca, dragging them to the dance floor much to the dismay of their boyfriends. 

We laugh and sing and swing our hips until they are dragged away by said boyfriends. 

“Our queen!” Alex laughs when I pass him and Carlos, who bows. 

Franco is all up on some girl which makes me promptly turn around and head to the bar. “Just a water, thanks.” I say to the bartender. 

“Nothing stronger?” Someone says next to me. He’s the definition of tall, dark and handsome. 

I fake a laugh, trying to be polite at the obvious attempt to start talking to me. “Nope.”

“Can I get you something?” He asks, turning towards me now.

My smile falters, “Waters free.” 

He holds up his drink, swirling it around in the glass before holding it under my nose. I almost gag, tapping the counter and wondering where my water is. 

“Come on, let loose!” He laughs and I suddenly hate how close he is to me.  “Have you ever had a gin and tonic?” I’m immediately forced back to the memory of why my hatred of gin started. Yes, Max Verstappen is to blame. 

“She hates gin.” The voice doesn’t make me roll my eyes like usual, in fact, a wave of relief washes over me. 

His arm slips around my shoulders, looking up at the man who frowns at the sight of Lando. 

The bartender finally hands me my water. “Sorry mate- didn’t know she belonged to you.” 

Lando eyes him up and down, disgusted at his words, “Fuck off.” 

He leaves with a quick, uncomfortable, smile. Lando turns to me, his arm still around me and pulling us close. “Nice skirt.”

“Nice attitude. You’re good at faking the whole protective thing.” 

He smirks, “Faking?”

“I thought you were at the princes dinner, winner.” His nose scrunches at the last word. 

“It’s one in the morning, sev. Royalty doesn’t stay up that late- well, except for you.” He winks and my heart speeds up, the bartender sliding him a drink to match mine. 

“Couldn’t miss out on the party?” 

“Well, I heard you were here and couldn’t resist.” He shrugs, his arm falling from my shoulder to grab his water. “Anyone drunk yet?” 

“No but i’m pretty sure Franco is fucking a girl at our table…” This makes him laugh and once again, i’m reminded how lucky I am to even be around him, “Do you want to dance?” I say it fast, like maybe if it’s quick then he won’t hear me. 

He does. He looks surprised but not ready to risk me saying no. Taking my hand, Lando downs the rest of his water and pulls me onto the dance floor. 

I’m not drunk. I haven’t even had a sip of anything- but I feel like I'm fucking floating with him. 

We dance for a while- too long, probably. I end up back with Daniel and Oscar at the table, drinking water and laughing with them. 

Carlos joins us after I sit and I don’t think before saying, “Do you where Lando is?” I don’t miss the look that Oscar and Daniel share, I just chose to ignore it. 

Carlos just shrugs, “He went home with some girl.” 

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I always forget how hard triple headers hit me until I’m woken up by Daniel because I fell asleep in my driver room. 

Spain is much hotter than Monaco, more crowded too. The fans here are insane and I absolutely love it. I’m scheduled for a press conference with Lando and Esteban, something i’m almost late for because of my impromptu nap. 

I sit on the side, Esteban in the middle of Lando and I. I sit through every boring question they ask Esteban and every irrelevant question they ask Lando. 

One question is finally directed at me, “Do you think your lack of wins is due to the space being dominated by men?” My heart races immediately. I hate getting asked these questions obviously but in front of a million cameras and the other drivers, it’s even worse. “We’ve seen you get emotional on track- you really believe you’ll be able to beat someone so mentally tough like say, Max or Oscar?” 

I’m not embarrassed now, just angry. The moderator tries to cut in, along with Esteban and Lando, but I get there first. “I’m not emotional, I just love my sport. Along with every other driver on the grid who shares everything with me except for the fact that they have something between their legs-”

I swear I hear Lando laugh. 

“As for the lack of wins, I'd like you to try and go up against the current top three drivers in the world who have cars and years of experience to back them.” I shift in my seat, sitting up with my mic closer to my lips, “In other words, I have my seat due to the same reason that will win me races someday soon. I wasn’t a diversity hire, I am the best for the job, unlike you who clearly needs to go back and learn how to ask appropriate questions.”  

Everyone is silent, the man who said the question is staring at me. I know my cheeks are red and despite my confident rant, I feel like I want to cry. 

Lando’s the first to speak, “Can we get him out of here?”

Lando’s waiting for me when I leave the conference room. Leaning against the opposite wall, his water bottle in hand and his ankles crossed. He stands up straight when he sees me, “Hey!” I start walking down the hallway, needing to just get out of there. He follows. 

“You handled that really well.” I mumble a thanks in response, staring at my feet as we walk, “He was a dickhead. You ripped him a new one though I'm really impressed- Like really, I’m proud of you!”

I stop walking before we walk out the door, turning to him and wrapping my arms around the man. It takes a second before he’s hugging me back, his hand slipping to my back. 

I take a deep breath. Lando smells like mint shampoo and something sweet, pulling me tighter to him. He feels like relief. 

“Are you okay?” He backs up a bit, keeping his hands on me. 

I nod, “Thank you.” 

He scrunches his nose, “For what?” 

“You’re a really good friend, Lan.”

He drops his hands after I call him a friend, slipping them into his pockets. God he looks too good for friendship- hat backwards with curls peaking out, his nose scar perfectly across his nose. Why are scars so hot!?

“So are you.” He says hesitantly.

I scramble for something to say- any topic would do, honestly. I just need him to stop looking at me like that. “You know, I was left to dance with Franco the other night.” 

He sways on his heels, “Couldn’t have been that bad, you’ve done it before.”  

“Hope it was worth it.” 

His eyes narrow, “Hope what was worth it?” 

“She. The girl you left with.”

He smiles- actually smiles! It’s heartbreaking, too pretty for this world. “Who told you that?” My heart drops. “Are you jealous or something?” 

“What! No!” I’m going to kill Carlos. 

He laughs, “Horrible liar, sev.”

“I am not jealous.” I scoff, “You’re the jealous one… Fuck off I probably have to go do crisis management for my little spiel.” I flip him off as I walk away. 

He shakes his head, walking the opposite way as me, I’m about to turn the corner when he says it, “Sev! For the record, no girl is worth more than you are.”

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Oscar Piastri. 

Lando Norris. 

Me. 

Our qualifying lineup for the Spanish grand prix. 

Starting behind two mclarens- starting behind Lando! I’m in for a hell of a race. All I can do is pray for a miracle and trust myself. 

I do trust myself, I trust myself when I send it at the restart, passing Lando. I trust myself in the last three laps, shaving my proximity to Oscar down. 

I trust myself when, during the last lap- I pass him. It’s risky and for a second I'm scared that I could get a penalty… but then, there’s no one in front of me. 

The checkered flag is all I see and suddenly my race engineer is yelling in my ear and I think I'm crying. 

The second I get out of the car, I'm bombarded with people around me. Everyone’s congratulating me at once, Lewis high-fiving me at the same time Yuki pats my back. 

Everything is the perfect about of overwhelming, Oscar hugging me, Carlos screaming while Ollie pulls his phone out to video. 

My team embraces me with a million arm pats and tears, Daniel kisses my cheek before hugging me, whispering how well I did. 

I don’t see Lando until the cooldown room. We’re the first ones there and he scoops me up as if I weigh nothing. 

It’s different than our hug the other day- we’re both grinning ear to ear and when he tells me how proud he is of me, again, I tug him closer. 

I pull away first. “You beat me. Is this something I'm gonna have to get used to or…?” I laugh and push him away when Oscar enters. 

“Get a room.” He mumbles. 

“We’re in one.” Lando rolls his eyes, unzipping his suit. 

 Oscar frowns, “I’m not keen to join.” I laugh harder. 

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We go to dinner. Not the club or a bar, a proper nice dinner with everyone I love in my life. My grid. 

I sit in between Daniel and Lando, eating Pasta and laughing way too hard for this nice restaurant. 

At some point, one of the rookies starts talking dating and we immediately fall into a rabbit hole of everyone’s dating life. 

“What about you Lando? Is that playboy reputation real?” Kimi asks, making Lando laugh and shake his head- yeah right. 

“I don’t really date…” He shrugs, “but I'm not a slut.”

I can’t hold in my laugh, “Right.”

“Right, what?” 

“The whole of Monaco has seen your-”  

“I need air.” Is all he says, standing up and walking right out the door. 

I look around, the table quiet and tension thick. 

“What’d I say?” No one answers, “Lando does date. Right?” 

They all either mumble something or shake their head. “Hello…? Am I missing something? Why wouldn’t Lando date?”

It’s Franco who says it. “It’s probably because Lando’s been in love with you for years and you still think it’s some joke.”

I didn’t think it was possible for this table to get even more uncomfortable. Yet here we are. 

Pierre hits Franco in the back of the head, they’re all staring at me. Expecting me to do something. 

I put my fork down, standing up and leaving the way Lando did. There’s no way… Sure I knew he had a crush but he still hooked up with other girls! Whenever I dated, which wasn’t often, he’d send a glare to the man but left us alone. 

Love? Lando Norris is not in love with me. 

I rush out the door, seeing Lando standing in the hot night air, “I need to know why you did all of it.”

He turns around, surprised to see me, apparently. “All of what-”

“The flirting! The comments! Everything! Lando- You can’t actually like me.” I can’t breathe. 

He makes me wait an agonizing two seconds, his mouth parted as he meets my eyes. “Why else would I do it, Sev?” His voice is soft and it reminds me that he’s never raised it at me. 

“But you… you were joking.” The look he gives me right there… like he’s shocked I could ever think that, I’ll never forget it. 

He breathes out, shaking his head like it physically hurts him to say, “I’m not stupid, sev… I know you don’t fancy me. Maybe some of the shit I said was in a joking way but I've never taken it back.”

I pause, getting madder by the second. “You are stupid. You teased me and flirted and basically wasted all of your energy on wanting me.” He doesn’t look hurt, just like he’s accepted it. “You can’t just not date because of me! You started a million rumors just by the way you look at me! You told my mom when you were thirteen that you would marry me one day! God- Norris!” I huff, running my hands through my hair like a maniac. I look at him, swallowing. He’s so beautiful, how could he ever not chose someone because of me? “The worst bit is that you let yourself think that the reason you’re stupid is because you didn’t give up.”

He doesn’t even process what I've said, “You’re right. I’m an idiot.”

“No.” It’s almost a laugh. “I am. I’m an idiot for never seeing how much you actually cared. And for pretending like I didn’t feel the same.”

His eyes dart to me. “What?” It’s no more than a whisper. 

“I’m sorry for taking so much time- I think I really like you and I have for a while.” We both freeze, the only sound being our breaths and the faint voices from inside. 

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming.” He steps closer to me, his hands drifting over my hips as I laugh. 

I look up at him, “What would you do if it was a dream?” 

He’s shaking his head now, “I’d never wake up.” And then he’s kissing me. Soft, careful… like I might break. 

I grab his face and hold him tight. I’m never letting go of him now. 

“This is the best day of my life.” I mumble into the kiss, making him laugh, “Beat Lando Norris and kissed him, save the date.” 

He pushes a strand of hair out of my face, “Took you long enough.” Lando winks before kissing me again. I can’t believe I never knew what he tasted like, how perfect he feels against me. 

He glances back to the door, “Ready?” 

“To get ruthlessly teased? Sure.” 

He takes my hand in his, “Worth it.”

When we walk back in, all Lando has to say is, “Don’t say a fucking thing.” They’re quiet for a moment, surprising us both, but then the whole table erupts in laughter and cheers. My family.

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HOW YOU DOIN’? | D. GRAYSON ❦

Dick can’t control his jealousy.

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frat boy!dick grayson x fem!reader

warnings: oral (m!receiving), face-fucking, dick is jelly af.

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DICK GRAYSON couldn’t help but be possessive over you, you were his pretty girl. Every single one of his frat brothers drooled over you, their eyes lingering longer than they should when you were in their vicinity. It made Dick go blind with rage, he wanted to smash their faces in but he couldn't risk getting kicked out of his fraternity or out of school.

The two of you weren’t technically together, but everyone knew you were his. The two of you have been fucking for months, it started as a casual hookup here and there. But then, you both decided you didn’t want to stop. You decided friends with benefits was your best course of action, both of you not wanting to label anything.

Tonight was his fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha’s Valentine’s Day party; everyone was going to be there. Dick had texted you a few hours ago to invite you, but he got no response. He figured you probably had plans with your friends and left it alone, he didn't want to seem clingy. But, what he didn't know was that you had already been invited. His frat brother, Alex had invited you.

When the time came for the party, people began filing in and filling the house up. In no less than an hour, it was packed body to body with sweaty drunk people. Dick found himself scanning the crowd every few minutes to see if you were going to show, he felt embarrassed that he was upset that you weren’t there.

That’s when you walked in, you looked so beautiful it nearly knocked the wind from his lungs. You were wearing a cute pink crop top with a small leather skirt that fits the curve of your ass just right, you knew Dick loved that skirt and he knew that you knew that. His happy look was quickly wiped off of his face when Alex approached you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

It took all of Dick's willpower to not go and wring Alex’s neck, his anger bubbling hot throughout his entire body. He approached the two of you quickly to gauge the situation and see what was going on.

“Hey, you didn't respond to my text. What are you doing?” Dick asked, his eyes gesturing between you and Alex.

“Hey, Dick. Alex here asked me to come to the party with him and I said yes,” you smiled, acting like you had done nothing wrong.

Dick nodded and stormed off, going to find the closest bottle of liquor he could find. He entered the kitchen and found exactly what he was looking for, popping the cap off to take a long swig. Dick sipped the bottle for a while until he got an idea.

“Hey! Everyone! Let’s all play a game of Too Hot,” Dick shouted out with his hands cupped around his mouth, getting the attention of everyone in the living room and kitchen.

Dick got a group of people to play, conveniently including you and sat everyone in a circle in the living room.

“Alright, rules are the brother's spin to pick who they go with and you guys already know, the winner takes the loser to the bedroom to do whatever they want,” Dick announced to the group, locking eyes with you at the end.

“I’ll go first,” Dick said, grabbing the nearest empty beer bottle to spin on the table. Dick somehow managed to spin the bottle perfectly, watching as it came to a halt pointing at you.

Dick used his fingers to make a ‘come here’ motion, smirking at the disdain on Alex’s face. You knew Dick was just being territorial, but you loved to rile him up.

Once you got close enough, Dick grabbed you by your hips and yanked you into him roughly. The both of you put your hands behind your back and leaned in, catching each other in a passionate kiss. Dick wanted to feel you up but he refused to let you win, you needed to be punished for what you did.

Your lips moved in sync, your tongue sliding into his mouth to wrestle with his. While the two of you kissed, you decided you couldn't care less about winning or losing, you just wanted Dick. You let your hands run up his arms, feeling the muscley plains of his biceps. Dick pulled away with a smirk, hoisting you over his shoulder with ease to take you to his room.

Dick shot a cocky look at Alex, smacking your ass roughly letting the sound reverberate through the room while the rest of the brothers cheered him on. Alex visibly deflated in his seat watching the two of you walking away, seeing your giggle as Dick said something to you that he was too far away to hear.

When you reached Dick’s room, he tossed you on the bed and began unbuttoning his khakis. You started to follow his lead and undress when he stopped you with a confused look on his face.

“Why are you getting undressed?” He asked, moving your hands away from the zipper of your skirt.

“Aren’t we going to fuck?” you answered his question with a question, the confusion evident in your expression.

“No, you’re gonna suck my dick and then we're gonna go back to the party,” Dick said bluntly, pulling down his boxers. You frowned and nodded, getting on the floor to get on your knees.

“I don’t know why you’re acting so surprised, after the shit you pulled I should be getting my dick sucked by Jessica,” Dick said while wrapping your hair around his fist.

Jessica was your sorority sister who was so clearly obsessed with Dick, you never paid much attention to her but recently she’s been getting under your skin with her flirting and Dick knew that.

You pouted and opened your mouth, letting Dick insert himself. He used your hair as a guide to move you up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips to meet your mouth halfway. Your gags were muffled by his length while he face-fucked you, tears beginning to spill down your face. Dick moaned out at the feeling, you always took him so well.

Dick was loud during sex, he could care less who heard him or what they thought about him. He let every moan and whine slip past his lips without a fight and you loved it.

Dick’s hips quickened their pace he began to hold your head in place for a moment once your mouth was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, your head starting to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen. You tapped Dick’s thigh twice, the signal that you needed a moment, and Dick let you off of him. He smiled at the way you gasped for air, giving him a lazy grin while your tears and spit rolled down your cheeks and chin.

“You’re such a whore for me,” he chuckled and slapped his cock against your face and you sat in place and took it, you loved every second of it.

Dick used your hair to guide you back to your place on his cock, returning to his previous brutal speed in your throat. Your tongue began to lick at his tip every time he pulled his hips back, making sure to swipe over his tip to collect all of his pre-cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” Dick moaned out, somehow managing to pick up his speed even more. You were practically sobbing by now, your makeup leaked down your face and your lipstick was smeared across your chin along with the base of Dick’s cock.

His load shot down your throat in thick spurts causing you to gag around him one last time, his hands holding you all the way down on his length to make sure you swallow all of his cum. You swallowed his load once Dick let you off of him, sticking your tongue out to show him you swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” Dick smiled at you, patting your cheek and helping you up. “What do you say we just stay in here and go to sleep?”

You nodded and padded over to Dick’s closet for an oversized tee, grabbing one and stripping out of your clothes to change. You and Dick crawled into bed together once you were changed and snuggled into each other.

“I’m sorry I came with Alex, I didn't think you’d care,” you said with a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay, but can you just be my girlfriend so those assholes can finally know you’re really mine?” Dick asked, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, fine,” you giggled and pushed his face away from yours.

Boy did you love this jealous side of Dick.

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[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Their little sunshine p.1

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Alex x reader x Lily, I have planned more parts for this story so I hope you enjoy it :)

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The first time Alex Albon met his new physio, he nearly did a double take.

The Williams garage wasn’t exactly the most colorful place—navy blues, whites, and the occasional streak of sponsor red dominated the scene. But she stood out like a soft splash of pink against it all. It wasn’t just her outfit, though her pastel compression top and perfectly coordinated sneakers were a stark contrast to the usual sports gear around. It was the way she carried herself—bubbly, warm, and utterly radiant.

"Alex!" she beamed, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet as he approached. "I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you—well, not like that, obviously, but you know what I mean!"

Alex chuckled, a little taken aback by the sheer enthusiasm radiating from her. "I think so?"

She grinned, unfazed. "Don’t worry, you’ll love our sessions. I promise I’ll take the best care of you!"

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but as soon as they started, he realized she wasn’t just all sunshine and chatter—she was good. Her hands were gentle yet firm, her instructions clear but never harsh. And more than anything, there was something about her presence that made it easy to relax.

For the first time in a while, physio sessions didn’t feel like just another part of the job. They felt… comfortable.

It didn’t take long for Alex to start looking forward to their sessions. She had this way of making even the most mundane exercises fun—humming pop songs under her breath, sticking tiny smiley face stickers on his water bottle when she thought he wasn’t hydrating enough, or dramatically gasping when she found a particularly tight knot in his shoulders.

"You’re so tense, Alex!" she scolded one day, hands pressing firmly into his back. "It’s like you’re storing all the stress of the paddock in here."

"Maybe I am," he joked, eyes fluttering shut as her thumbs worked out a particularly stubborn knot. "You’re a miracle worker, though."

She preened at the compliment. "I am pretty great, huh?"

Even Carlos, ever the skeptic, eventually gave in.

"You’re actually magic," he muttered one day, rolling his shoulder after a session. "I don’t know what you did, but I feel like I just slept for a week."

She beamed. "Told you I’d take care of you!"

For Alex, though, it wasn’t just the skill—it was her. She was the kind of person who lit up every room she walked into, and as the season dragged on, with its relentless travel and stress, she became a safe space.

One particularly rough weekend, after a frustrating qualifying session, Alex found himself in the physio room earlier than usual. She glanced up from where she was organizing massage oils, instantly noticing the tension in his posture.

"Tough one?" she asked gently.

Alex exhaled. "Yeah."

She didn’t push him to talk about it, didn’t try to force positivity onto him. Instead, she simply patted the massage table. "C’mon, lie down. Let’s get some of that stress out of your system."

As her hands worked through the knots in his shoulders, he felt himself slowly relax.

"You know," she mused, voice light but comforting, "you’re allowed to have bad days, Alex."

He hummed, eyes closed. "I know."

"Good," she said simply. And somehow, it was exactly what he needed to hear.

It wasn’t until a few races into the season that Alex finally introduced her to Lily.

"You have to meet my girlfriend," he told her one afternoon, stretching out on the massage table as she worked on his legs. "I swear, you two would get along so well."

She blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Lily," he clarified, sitting up from the massage table. "You two would get along so well."

Her lips curled into a smile. "That’s a bold claim."

"I’m serious!" Alex insisted. "You’re both, like… nice. And you make people feel comfortable. And you have this whole cute aesthetic thing going on."

She giggled. "Are you calling me cute, Albon?"

He rolled his eyes. "Just meet her, okay?"

The opportunity came during the Monaco race weekend. After a long, exhausting day in the paddock, Alex invited her to dinner with him and Lily.

She arrived in a soft pink sundress, her hair tied up with a matching ribbon. And the moment she stepped into the restaurant, she was met with a bright, familiar grin.

"Oh my God, you’re adorable!"

The greeting came from none other than Lily. He, stood up from his seat to introduce you to each other but before he could even respond, you had already reached out to hug her.

"You’re so pretty!" you gushed.

"You’re so pretty!" she shot back, already feeling like they had known each other for years.

Alex, watching them with an amused smile, shook his head. "I knew this would happen."

It was instant. Over dinner, they fell into an easy rhythm—talking about everything from skincare to travel to their shared love for making fun of Alex.

"So, how’s he as a physio client?" Lily asked, smirking slightly.

"Oh, such a baby when it comes to deep tissue massages," she teased, making Alex groan.

Lily laughed. "That checks out."

By the end of the night, they had already exchanged numbers, planning a shopping trip for the next free weekend.

And just like that, she wasn’t just Alex’s physio anymore—she was part of their little circle.

A ray of sunshine that fit right in.

Part 2

[justallmyfantasies]

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oh god, i’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up.

contains: 18+ smut! (unprotected piv, oral (f receiving) kinda praise. prequel to out of breath.)

word count: 4.5k

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time had passed and honestly, the thought of having a ring on your finger had went over your head. it didn’t happen and although you knew one day it would, you just wanted it to happen now and then.

your kitchen was steaming up from the food cooking in front of you. you offered to cook tonight’s dinner, usually on fridays you’d get a takeout or something but this time you wanted to cook. not for any particular reason just because you liked cooking and it was one of your hobbies.. it wasn’t, you just wanted alex to try this new recipe you’d found.

you held the wooden spoon in your hands, slowly moving the food in the frying pan around, making it sizzle each time you pressed down on it.

the kitchen was mostly quiet, save for the sound of the food cooking in front of you and the occasional clanging of pots and pans on the stove. the warm, homely scent filled the air, making the room feel cozy and intimate.

you were so focused on the food you were cooking that you didn't notice alex arrive home from his studio session until he cleared his throat, leaned up against the doorframe.

you jumped slightly in surprise, turning to look at him. "oh, you're home." you said, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. "i thought you'd be at the studio for a bit longer."

he gave you a small smile, pushing off the doorframe and taking a few steps into the kitchen. "yeah, we got done a little earlier than expected." he replied, coming to stand next to you. he looked at the food on the stove, his eyes scanning over it curiously.

"i'm trying out a new recipe." you explained, stirring the food in the pan with the wooden spoon. "i found it online and i thought it looked interesting.. thought i'd give it a try."

he hummed in response, watching you cook for a moment before speaking again. "it smells really good.” he complimented, a note of genuine interest in his voice. "i can't wait to try it."

you felt a small sense of pleasure at his compliment. you enjoyed cooking for him, especially when he seemed to appreciate the effort you put into it. you continued to move the food in the pan, the sizzle and pop of the meat and vegetables filling the silence.

alex leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest as he watched you work. he seemed content to just watch you, his eyes following every movement of your hands. the room was filled with a comfortable quiet, the only sounds the bubbling of the food and your own breathing.

you could feel his gaze on you, studying you. it wasn’t in a malicious way, more like he was mentally cataloguing the way you moved and the different expressions that flitted across your face as you concentrated on the task at hand.

after a few minutes, the food was done, and you set the spoon aside and turned off the heat. you plated the food, dividing it equally between two plates and carrying them over to the small dining table that sat in the corner of the kitchen.

alex followed you, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table. he looked at the food on his plate, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "this looks amazing." he said, picking up his fork.

"i hope it tastes as good as it looks." you responded, sitting down across from him. you felt a flutter of nerves, suddenly nervous about whether or not he would like the dinner you had made.

he took a bite, and you anxiously watched his expression, looking for any hint of enjoyment or disappointment. his eyes widened slightly, and he let out a soft hum of pleasure. "this is really good." he said after he swallowed, looking up at you with a genuine smile.

you let out a small sigh of relief, your shoulders relaxing slightly. "i'm glad you like it." you said, feeling a wave of pride wash over you. you picked up your own fork and took a bite, savoring the flavors as they exploded on your tongue.

the dinner continued in comfortable silence, save for the sounds of forks clinking against the plates. you found yourself stealing glances at alex as he ate, watching the way his mouth moved and the small expressions that flickered across his face.

you both finished eating the food you prepared. you stood up and gathered all the dishes, piling them onto each other to take into the kitchen to clean.

alex looked up at you from where he was sitting at the table, a smile on his face. “you want me to clean up?” his voice was soft.

you shook your head, balancing the plates in your arms. "no, it's fine," you said. "i can handle it. you go ahead and relax, you must be tired after your session."

he stood up anyway, gently taking the plates from your arms. "it's no trouble," he said, heading towards the kitchen. "besides, i don't want you to have to do everything yourself."

you couldn't help but feel a pang of affection at his gesture. it was little things like this, the small acts of consideration, that made you fall in love with him all over again each day. so whilst he did that, you took the clean laundry upstairs to sort out.

you carried the basket of clothes up the stairs, the familiar scent of laundry detergent filling your nose. the upstairs hallway was lit by soft evening light, the shadows stretching across the wooden floor.

you entered your bedroom, setting the laundry down on the bed and sorting through the clothes. you could hear alex moving around in the kitchen downstairs, the sounds of running water and dishes clinking together drifting up from below.

as you folded the clothes into alex’s drawer, you spotted something. a box, like it was for jewellery. you paused for a moment, feeling a pang of curiosity. the box was small and inconspicuous, but something about it made your heart flutter with anticipation. you picked it up, carefully running your fingers over the smooth surface.

you knew you probably shouldn’t look. it was alex’s property, after all, and it was wrong to snoop. but the temptation was too strong. you carefully lifted the lid of the box, peeking inside.

your heart stopped. inside the box was a ring, a beautiful diamond sparkling in the low light of the room. your breath caught in your throat, and you froze, your eyes fixed on the ring in the box.

the ring was a simple but elegant design, the diamond set in a delicate gold band. it was beautiful, and your mind immediately went to the one conclusion any woman’s mind would jump to upon seeing a ring like this.

you felt a flood of emotions wash over you. joy, shock, hope, all swirling together in a chaotic tangle inside your chest. was this what you thought it was? was alex really going to propose?

closing the box, you walked downstairs. stopping in front of alex as he sat on the couch, his expression confused now.

"is everything alright?" he asked, noticing the look on your face. your heart was pounding in your chest as you sat down next to him, the small box hidden safely in your hand.

"is this yours?” you asked, showing him the box.

his eyes widened as he saw the box, recognizing it immediately. surprise and a hint of nervousness flickered across his face. "i.. uh.. i don’t know what that is." he said, his voice suddenly quieter than it had been before.

you didn’t miss the hint of nervousness in his voice, or the way his eyes darted away from yours. it was obvious he was lying, but he was doing a terrible job of covering it up.

you couldn’t help but feel a little amused at his attempt to play dumb. placing the box in your lap, you turned to face him, a small smile playing on your lips. “you’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

he winced at your words, a sheepish expression on his face. "i... i was trying to keep it a surprise." he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

your heart skipped a beat. he was trying to keep it a surprise. that confirmed your suspicions. the ring in the box was meant for you, and he had intended to propose to you.

a sense of giddy excitement filled your chest, and you could feel your heart rate speeding up. you looked down at the box in your lap, then back up at him. "so i take it this ring is for me?" you asked, a note of teasing in your voice.

he let out a nervous laugh, his gaze flickering between the box and your face. "yeah... i was planning on proposing to you.” he said, his voice soft and hesitant. "i had it all planned out.. a nice dinner, a night walk.. but then you found it so.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his explanation. as sweet as it would’ve been to have a elaborate proposal, this was so much more genuine and real. you held up the box, your eyes glittering with unshed tears. "so does this mean you're asking me to marry you?”

he nodded, a nervous but hopeful look in his eyes. "yeah, i am," he said, his voice steady. "i know it's not exactly how i planned, but... yes. i want to marry you. i want to spend the rest of my life with you."

your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest. tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you managed to keep them at bay. you placed the box down on the table, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a fierce hug.

he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you tightly as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, his breath warm against your neck.

you held each other for a few moments, enjoying the feel of each other's embrace. finally, you pulled back slightly so that you could look at him, your eyes meeting his. "yes," you said, your voice shaky with emotion. "yes, i will marry you."

his face lit up, a beautiful smile spreading across it. "yeah?" he asked, his eyes searching yours as if he couldn’t quite believe what you’d just said. "you’re serious?"

you nodded, your own smile growing wider to match his. "yes, i'm serious." you said, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. you leaned in closer, kissing him gently.

he pulled you closer, his hands sliding up your back to hold you against him. he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. it was a mixture of tenderness and desperation, the relief and joy at your answer fueling the intense passion between you.

the air around you felt electric, the heat between you both increasing with every passing second. you were both clinging to each other, your fingers grasping at fabric and skin, needing to feel as much of each other as possible.

suddenly, he picked you up and stood up from the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist whilst you giggled. he walked with you in his arms towards the stairs, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

the walk up the stairs was a blur, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his body against yours. he carried you into the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and pinning you beneath him.

he kissed you again, his body covering yours completely. his hands roamed over your skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. you could feel the hard press of him against you, a subtle yet powerful reminder of how much he wanted you.

he broke the kiss, but his lips didn’t wander far. he moved down towards your neck, kissing and biting gently at the sensitive skin there. you arched into him, your fingers tangling in his hair needingly.

his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you laid out beneath him. he let his hands wander across your exposed skin, tracing over your curves and dips. it was almost reverent, the way his touch glided over you, as if he was worshipping every inch of your body.

you could feel a shiver of pleasure course through you under his touch. every nerve in your body was on fire, wanting and needy for more of him. you reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off of him and discarding it on the floor.

his skin was hot and smooth under your touch, his body firm and strong. you ran your fingers over his chest and stomach, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath your palms. he shivered at the sensation, his hands coming down to grasp at your hips and pull you closer.

his lips found yours again, the kiss deeper this time, hungrier. he nipped at your lower lip before pulling away, his breath coming in short gasps. "i need you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "now."

the urgency in his voice sent a wave of heat through you, pooling low in your stomach. you could feel the same frantic need building inside you, a desperate craving for him that couldn’t be ignored. "then take me," you breathed, your fingers digging into his back.

he didn't need any more encouragement. he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs and throwing them aside. his hands slid back up your thighs, his touch setting your skin on fire.

he positioned himself between your legs, his mouth finding your neck again as he began to kiss and suck at the sensitive skin there. his hands roamed over you, caressing and exploring every inch of you. you could feel the hard press of his arousal against you, the heat and need rolling off of him in waves.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and arching into him. his hands went to your hips, holding you in place as he rocked against you, the friction causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips.

his lips left your neck, moving down to your collarbone, then further still to your chest. his tongue traced a line down your sternum, stopping at the valley between your breasts. he looked up at you, the fire in his eyes almost burning with intensity.

you bit your lip as his gaze met yours, feeling even more heat pooling in your core. he moved lower, his lips and hands continuing their exploration of your body. his tongue flicked over your nipple, causing you to gasp and arch into him.

he smiled against your skin, then continued his journey downwards. his mouth traced a trail of kisses down your stomach, his hands moving to spread your thighs wider. you could feel his breath against your skin, the heat and intensity of his gaze making you shiver with anticipation.

he settled himself between your legs, his fingers tracing small circles around your inner thighs, coming teasingly close to where you wanted him most. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "you're so beautiful." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

his words sent a ripple of pleasure through you, your body responding instantly to the sound of his voice. you reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to bring him closer, wanting to feel his touch where you needed it most.

he obliged, his tongue flicking out to taste you. your head fell back against the pillow, your breath catching in your throat at the sensation. he took his time, pleasuring you in slow, languid strokes until you were a quivering mess.

your body was on fire, the pleasure building quickly as he continued to lavish you with attention. your grip on his hair tightened, your hips arching against his mouth, begging without words for more. he hummed against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you.

his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place as he continued his ministrations. you were teetering on the edge, the pressure inside you building to a point where you were sure you would shatter at any moment.

he could sense how close you were, his pace and pressure increasing until you were whimpering and writhing beneath him, your body desperate for release. he lifted his head slightly, his lips grazing your skin. "look at me." he instructed, his voice deep and commanding.

you forced your eyes open, your vision slightly hazy from the pleasure coursing through you. you met his gaze, the raw hunger and desire you saw there making your heart skip a beat.

he held your gaze as he continued to pleasure you, his eyes locked onto yours. his lips curved into a small smile, as if he was enjoying the effect he was having on you. the intensity and intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the connection between you stronger than ever.

the heat and tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter, building to a crescendo that you knew would be your undoing. you gripped onto him, your thighs trembling on either side of him as you felt yourself teetering on the brink.

he seemed to sense how close you were, his movements becoming more focused and intense. his grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "please," you gasped, your voice shaky with need, "i can't take it anymore."

he didn’t let up, his tongue and mouth continuing to work you until you were trembling and breathless. "just let go," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "i’ve got you. i’m here."

his words were like a trigger, pushing you over the edge. your body convulsed, your vision going white as the most intense orgasm of your life ripped through you. your legs clamped around him, your fingers grasping at whatever they could find.

he stayed with you, holding you through the waves of pleasure that rolled over you. he didn’t let go, his hands gently rubbing your hips and thighs as you slowly came back down. his lips brushed against your skin, soft and tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before.

you felt like you were floating, your body and mind blissfully adrift in a sea of pleasure. you could feel his body pressed against yours, his weight a comforting, anchoring presence. you reached down, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up towards you, needing to feel his body closer to yours.

he was more than happy to oblige, his body covering yours once more as his lips met yours in a gentle, almost chaste kiss. he was still hard against you, the evidence of his own need for release pressing hot and heavy between you.

you felt a pang of guilt at the thought of him being left unsatisfied. you pushed against his shoulders, rolling him over and pinning him to the bed.

he looked at you with surprise and a hint of amusement, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. "what are you doing?" he asked, a lazy grin on his face.

you didn’t answer him, instead trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, your hands roaming over his skin. you were determined to return the favor, to bring him the same pleasure he had just given you.

his breathing grew heavier as you continued your journey downwards, your mouth moving over his abs and down to the sharp angle of his hipbones. you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your touch, the anticipation and arousal rolling off of him in waves.

you unbuckled his belt, fumbling with it as you did so. he reached down and helped you with the belt, his eyes dark as he watched you work the buttons of his pants open. he lifted his hips up, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear down, freeing him from the constraints of the fabric. he was hard and leaking pre-cum, the sight of him enough to make your mouth water. you looked up at him, your lips curving into a sly smile.

he chuckled, his hands moving to grip the sheets tightly as if he was bracing himself. "i want you to ride me.” he said, his voice strained with need. you hummed in agreement, positioning yourself over him. you braced your hands on his chest, lifting up slightly so that you were hovering above him.

he reached down, his hands going to your hips and guiding you down onto him. you both let out a moan as he filled you, the sensation almost overwhelming. you started to move, riding him slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him inside you again. his eyes were glued to you, his hands holding onto your hips as you rode him, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

you could feel the tension in his body, his muscles taut and tense as he fought to hold back his own release, wanting to stay with you as long as possible. he shifted himself up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could watch you more closely. his eyes roamed all over your body, taking in every detail, every shiver and twitch.

you could feel his gaze on you, and it only served to heighten the pleasure building inside you. you rode him harder, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders.

his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his grip almost painful as he struggled to maintain control. the sounds he was making were sinful, the low moans and gasps escaping his lips spurring you on. you could feel the pleasure building inside you, the friction and pressure almost too much.

he cursed under his breath, his head dropping back as the sensations overwhelmed him. "i can't hold on much longer," he panted out, his voice almost a growl.

you didn’t stop, riding him harder and faster, wanting to push him over the edge right along with you. his breathing was coming in harsh, ragged gasps, his body tensing beneath you as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. he reached up, one hand gripping your hair and pulling you down to him, his lips finding yours in a rough, desperate kiss.

his movements became jerky and erratic, the kiss turning into more of a messy clash of teeth and tongue. you could feel him on the brink, the tension coiling tight inside him.

he pulled away from the kiss, his voice was ragged, "i’m gonna-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, his back arching off the bed as he finally let go, his release washing over him in powerful waves. you felt him shudder beneath you, his body trembling with the force of it as he came undone.

you rode him through it, your own body on the brink of release but not quite there yet. his eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he gasped for breath. he looked beautiful, completely undone by pleasure.

you slowed your movements, letting him come down from his orgasm. but you were still on the edge, your body aching for release. he must have realized this because his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. his hands moved to your hips, his grip tight. "keep going," he commanded, his voice gruff.

"i want you to come." he said, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity in them enough to make your toes curl. hearing those words from him was like fuel to the fire already burning inside you. you nodded, a small whimper escaping your lips.

you began to move again, riding him harder and faster. he held onto your hips, guiding your movements. his eyes were dark, his gaze smoldering as he watched you. the muscles in his jawline were tense, his expression one of pure desire.

you could feel yourself on the very edge now, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. you were whimpering and shaking, your body taut like a bowstring. he could see how close you were and it only seemed to fuel him on. "come for me," he said, his voice little more than a growl.

those words were all you needed. the pleasure exploded inside you, rippling through your body in powerful waves. your back arched, your hands grabbing onto his wrists tightly as you rode out your orgasm. he held onto you, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched you come apart. his grip on your hips was firm, guiding you through the aftershocks until you collapsed on top of him.

both of you were panting and trembling, your bodies slick with sweat. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. you buried your face into his chest, your body feeling boneless and sated.

he stroked your hair, his other hand tracing lazy paths up and down your spine. he held you like that for a few moments, both of you basking in the afterglow. "you're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

you hummed in agreement, your eyelids feeling heavy as exhaustion started to set in. you were blissfully relaxed, every muscle in your body feeling like it had melted into his.

he shifted beneath you, rolling over so that he was lying on his side and pulling you along with him. he tucked you close against him, his body molding around yours like it was made to fit.

you were cradled in his embrace, your head resting on his chest. you could hear the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear, the sound soothing and calming. his hand continued to stroke your hair, fingers gentle and soothing.

he was quiet for a moment, just holding you, until he spoke again, his voice a quiet rumble. "i love you," he said, his lips pressing a gentle kiss against the top of your head.

hearing him say those words sent a rush of warmth through your chest, filling you with a sense of contentment. "i love you too." you replied, your voice soft and genuine.

he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. you snuggled into his chest, feeling warm and safe and utterly at peace.

you both lay like that for a while, content to just be close to each other. his breathing was steady and deep, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of security. you could feel the last remnants of arousal ebbing away, replaced by a sense of comfort and closeness.

[kathlare]

promise kept

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: The night of the Grammys is full of excitement and emotions for Amelie as she celebrates her success, having just won her first Grammy.

Wordcount: 4.6 k

Warnings: none

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February 2nd, 2022 - Los Angeles, CA

The night was still shimmering in gold, the dazzling lights of the Grammys creating a stage unlike any other. For Amelie, it felt like she was caught in a whirlwind of excitement. The moment she stepped off the stage after her performance, everything seemed to pause for a second—except for Lando. His eyes were still locked on her as she walked to their table, where she was finally going to sit down and breathe for the first time since the red carpet.

The glitz of the night had been relentless—too many pictures, too many interviews. It felt like she couldn’t stop moving, always having to be somewhere, always having to smile for someone. But now? Now, she could finally relax. She dropped into the chair next to Lando, smiling at him as she adjusted the gown, the weight of the moment resting on her shoulders. She'd already won one Grammy, for Best Pop Solo Performance for Espresso, and now all that was left was the anticipation of whether she'd take home another.

Lando looked at her with that familiar glint in his eyes, his lips twitching in a mix of admiration and playful teasing. The moment their eyes met, Amelie felt it—a familiar warmth, a little electric spark between them. After everything they'd been through, the awkwardness of their early relationship, the struggles, and the breakups, here they were again. They were real this time—together in a way they hadn't been before.

—Finally,— Lando murmured, his voice low, a little teasing as he leaned toward her. He barely had the chance to say more before a voice called out to her.

—Amelie, darling! You were phenomenal!—

Amelie immediately stood up, her smile wide, graceful, but apologetic as she turned toward the interruption. She knew she had to go through this—the inevitable flow of people who wanted to congratulate her.

—Thank you so much!— she said with a laugh, giving a quick hug to the person who stopped her. She greeted a few more people, exchanging quick pleasantries, all the while feeling Lando’s eyes on her. He was silent, watching as she handled the flurry of attention with poise. But there was a visible shift in him when people started to approach. Lando wasn’t used to this kind of attention—the level of fame Amelie had acquired, the constant swarm of people seeking her time. He was still getting used to it, even after all this time.

Lando sat back in his chair, watching Amelie as she moved through the crowd, a bit of a hesitant smile tugging at his lips. He was so proud of her, but part of him couldn't help feeling out of place in this world. The sheer volume of people who wanted her attention, who saw her as this shining star, was something he was still adjusting to. Back in Monaco, it was a different world—his own bubble, his racing family, a familiar territory. But here, at the Grammys, it was like everything had shifted around him. He was a little bit of an outsider.

As Amelie turned to chat with someone else, Lando caught Alex's eye across the table. Alex gave him a subtle nod, a sympathetic grin on his face. Lando could tell what he was thinking—he’d seen it before, the way Lando seemed a little overwhelmed by the spectacle of it all.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the feeling of discomfort. He'd been around this enough, seen it in bits and pieces—red carpets, big events. But when it was Amelie at the center of it all, it felt different. Like the attention had a different weight, a different gravity.

Amelie, meanwhile, was still greeting people—posing for a picture here, exchanging a joke there. She looked like she was made for this world, her radiance never dimming, her energy infectious. It was mesmerizing, the way she commanded the room without even trying.

The air around Lando seemed to tighten, though, as Amelie was about to head back to their table when she was caught by a particularly tall, dark-haired figure. Lando recognized him almost immediately—Benson Boone. The singer had never really been on Lando’s radar, but now, seeing him move toward Amelie, there was a certain… tension.

Benson was smiling, casual, but Lando’s instincts flared—this guy wasn’t just stopping for a quick congratulatory chat. There was something more to it, some glint in his eyes that Lando didn’t like. Maybe it was the way Benson’s gaze lingered a little longer than necessary on Amelie, or how his body language was just a touch too close. Whatever it was, Lando’s gut twisted, and he leaned forward, trying to ignore the growing irritation.

—Shit,— Lando muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw. The moment felt too long for his comfort, too drawn out.

Lando’s irritation was palpable now, his chest tightening as he watched Benson move even closer to Amelie. He had no idea why, but the guy’s presence made something inside him stir—something protective, something possessive. His hands clenched into fists beneath the table as he saw Benson smile a little too brightly, his fingers lingering near Amelie’s elbow.

This wasn’t going to happen. Lando wasn’t going to sit by and let some stranger make a move on his girlfriend—not when they’d only just gotten back together after so much, not when they were finally working on building something real.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Lando was already standing. His chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing a few curious glances from the surrounding tables. But Lando didn’t care. His focus was entirely on Benson. He wasn’t thinking, wasn’t analyzing—he was just reacting.

—Hey, uh, sorry, you gotta give me a second,— he muttered, pushing past the table and moving quickly toward Amelie, who was still caught in Benson’s orbit.

As Lando made his way toward Amelie, his pulse was quickening, his thoughts racing. He wasn’t sure exactly why he felt this way. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of the situation—the fact that Benson, a stranger to him, had come so close to Amelie, and it made him feel territorial, protective even. He wasn’t one to get possessive, not normally. But this… this felt different.

His footsteps were purposeful, but not rushed. He didn’t want to make a scene. He wasn’t about to storm over like some jealous idiot—well, maybe he was, but he was trying to keep it under control. He just needed to make sure Benson understood that Amelie was his. That whatever he was thinking, it wasn’t going to happen.

He walked up just as Amelie was laughing at something Benson had said. Lando could feel his chest tightening, but he kept his tone cool, masking his internal struggle behind a calm exterior. He slid into the conversation seamlessly, his voice low and smooth.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said with a casual grin, reaching out to gently tap her shoulder. The effect was immediate: Amelie turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

Lando felt the tiniest bit of relief when her face softened at the sight of him, her body instinctively leaning into his as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was a silent reassurance—one he desperately needed in that moment.

—Lan,— she said, her voice warm, familiar, like honey in his ears.

But then his attention snapped back to Benson, whose smile faltered just slightly at Lando’s sudden appearance. Good. He wanted the guy to feel even the tiniest bit uncomfortable. Because whatever Benson had been trying to do? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

—Sorry to interrupt,— Lando said, tone polite but firm, his hand sliding around Amelie’s waist with ease, fingers settling possessively against the fabric of her gown. He didn’t grip her too tightly, didn’t make it obvious, but it was a silent message. She’s mine.

Benson’s eyes flickered to the hand on Amelie’s waist, and Lando didn’t miss the way the guy hesitated for just a beat before recovering.

—No worries, man. You’re Lando, right?— Benson asked, extending a hand.

Lando glanced at it for half a second before finally shaking it, his grip firm.

—Yeah, and you’re Benson,— Lando replied, voice still cool, still casual, but his words had an edge, like he wanted to make sure Benson knew that he knew exactly who he was. And that he wasn’t impressed.

Amelie, completely unaware of the silent standoff, smiled brightly. —Oh! You two haven’t met before, right?— She gestured between them.

—Nope, first time,— Lando said, shifting even closer to Amelie. If he could physically put himself between them, he probably would.

Benson’s smile stretched just a little wider, like he wasn’t oblivious to what was happening but wasn’t about to back down so easily either. Lando didn’t like that.

—Well, it’s nice to meet you, man. Amelie, I just wanted to say congratulations, your album was insane. I’ve been a fan for a while,— Benson said, looking at Amelie again.

Lando’s grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly.

—That’s sweet, thank you!— Amelie beamed, ever the gracious one. She was so used to these interactions, so used to handling people with warmth and kindness. But Lando? He wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t used to seeing other men look at her like that, like they thought they had a chance.

And maybe Benson didn’t actually think that. Maybe Lando was overreacting, but in his mind, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t about to take any risks.

—Yeah, she’s fucking incredible, isn’t she?— Lando said, his tone light, but there was a very clear subtext to his words.

Amelie turned to look at him, one perfectly arched brow raising slightly as if she could sense exactly what he was doing. She didn’t say anything, though, just rested her hand over his on her waist, her touch soft.

Benson nodded, clearly catching onto the unspoken tension. —Yeah, she is.—

Lando’s jaw tensed. He hated the way Benson said it. Like he knew it too well. Like he was too comfortable saying it out loud.

—Well, if you’ll excuse us, I finally got my girlfriend to sit down for the first time tonight, so I’m gonna steal her for a bit,— Lando said, pulling Amelie even closer, his arm now fully around her.

Benson chuckled, nodding. —Of course, man. Congrats again, Amelie.—

—Thank you!— Amelie said again, waving as Benson finally walked away.

The moment he was gone, Lando let out a slow breath, shaking his head.

—You alright there, Lan?— Amelie asked, her voice amused as she turned to fully face him, her hands resting on his chest.

Lando scoffed, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. —What was that? He was flirting with you.—

Amelie laughed. —He was just being nice!—

—Bullshit.— Lando huffed, then leaned down so that his lips were just above her ear, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. —He wanted to take you home, and I wasn’t about to fucking let that happen.—

Amelie shivered at his words, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his suit.

—Well, lucky for you, I already have someone taking me home tonight,— she murmured, tilting her head up to look at him through her lashes.

Lando grinned. —Damn right you do.—

She giggled, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Lando melted into it instantly, his hand sliding up to cup her jaw, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss.

But, of course...

—Amelie! Darling, congratulations! Can we grab a quick picture?—

Lando groaned, pulling away just as Amelie turned to greet yet another person.

He sat back in his chair, exhaling sharply as he watched her get pulled away yet again.

Alex, still seated at the table, snorted. —You’re really suffering tonight, mate.—

Lando dragged a hand down his face. —I swear, if one more person interrupts me, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.—

Alex smirked. —You do realize you’re dating a superstar, right?—

Lando sighed, glancing back at Amelie, who was smiling for a photo, looking every bit the star she was.

Yeah. He knew. And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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The after-party was a fucking blur.

Neon lights flickered across the dance floor, casting a hazy glow over the sea of bodies swaying to the bass-heavy music. Amelie was in her element—barely on the ground, floating on the high of the night. Two damn Grammys. Her Grammys. The final missing piece to the EGOT, now forever attached to her name.

She’d done it. At twenty-three. The youngest in history.

And if the bottomless glasses of champagne weren’t enough to keep the reality from settling in, the endless wave of people congratulating her certainly were. Every time she turned around, someone new pulled her into a hug, gushed about how proud they were, told her how deserved it was.

And it was. She knew it was. But holy fuck, it was a lot.

She hadn’t even seen Lando properly since before the ceremony, and that was saying something considering he was usually attached to her hip. She could feel him somewhere in the room—Lando had this energy about him, like a magnet always pulling her in. But every time she caught a glimpse of him, someone else dragged her away.

She was wasted. In the best way.

And apparently, Lando had had enough.

One moment, she was mid-conversation with Taylor and Selena, the next, a firm grip landed on her wrist, tugging her away. She barely had time to react before she was pulled through the crowd, past clusters of industry elites and a few confused glances, straight into the dimly lit hallway that led to the more private section of the venue.

She barely registered what was happening before she was pressed against the nearest wall, warm hands gripping her waist, and a familiar set of lips crashing onto hers.

Fuck.

She melted into it immediately, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit as she kissed him back with just as much urgency. It was messy, desperate—weeks' worth of tension crammed into a single moment. He was everywhere, hands roaming over the silk of her dress, thumb pressing into the dip of her waist like he needed her closer, despite the fact there was no space left between them.

—Finally.— Lando muttered against her lips, his voice slightly breathless, hands refusing to let her go.

She let out a dazed laugh, resting her forehead against his. —You literally kidnapped me.—

—You weren’t giving me a choice.— He tightened his grip on her hips, lips brushing against hers again, teasing. —D’you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone?—

She smirked, fingers tracing the back of his neck. —I’m a Grammy winner now, baby. In high demand.—

Lando groaned dramatically, dropping his head to her shoulder. —Fuck off. I’ve been waiting all night to do this.— His lips trailed along her jaw, nipping at her skin. —And you’re too fucking busy for me.—

—Oh, poor baby.— Amelie cooed, running her nails lightly through the short curls at the nape of his neck, knowing exactly how much that drove him insane.

Lando groaned again, but it turned into a laugh, muffled against her collarbone. —I hate you sometimes.—

—No, you don’t.— She grinned, tilting his chin up so their noses brushed. —You love me. You adore me.—

He sighed dramatically. —I do. It’s fucking disgusting how much I do.—

—Damn right.—

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring. It was dizzying, the way he kissed her. Like he was drowning, and she was the only thing keeping him afloat. His hands slid lower, fingers pressing into her lower back.

—How drunk are you?— He murmured against her lips, his voice low, teasing.

—Mmm. Tipsy. Wasted. Drunk on success, mostly.— She giggled, poking his cheek.

He snorted. —You’re an absolute menace.—

—And you love it.—

—Fuck off.—

Amelie just grinned, throwing her arms around his neck. —Say it.—

—Say what?— Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly playing dumb.

—Say you love me.—

His smirk softened, something warmer flickering in his eyes. He pulled her in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips before whispering, softly, —I love you, Ames.—

She melted.

—Good.— She beamed, booping his nose. —I love you, too, Lan.—

A sudden voice interrupted them.

—Oh, for fuck’s sake. Can you two go five minutes without making out?—

Both turned their heads to see Alex Wolff standing there, looking thoroughly unimpressed, arms crossed.

Amelie just smirked, leaning into Lando’s embrace. —Nope.—

Lando flipped Alex off. —Piss off, mate.—

Alex rolled his eyes. —Just don’t start shagging in the hallway, yeah? I really don’t wanna witness that.—

—No promises.— Amelie teased, winking.

Alex groaned. —I fucking hate you both.—

Lando just grinned, kissing Amelie again.

She tasted like champagne and victory. And he was completely, utterly, fucking obsessed.

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lando: ACTUAL SUPERSTAR. LEGEND. ICON. MY GIRLFRIEND. (I win.) 🏆😭❤️ → ameliedayman: @lando stop it you’re embarrassing me 🙄 → landonorris: @ameliedayman never. I will be publicly obsessed with you forever. → ameliedayman: @lando u already are 🥱 → landonorris: @ameliedayman good. Also, u looked so hot holding those Grammys. We should get married. → ameliedayman: @lando oh my god 💀

tateszn: The chokehold she has on me is insane. GIVE US THE TOUR DATES.

stelladayman: Our little Grammy-winning gremlin 🥹❤️ → ameliedayman: @stelladayman u make me sound like a cartoon character but I’ll allow it

charles_leclerc: Back-to-back wins… just like Lando’s patience when waiting for you all these years 😭🏆 → lando: @charles_leclerc patience is key, mate. Look at me now. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc STOP CHARLES LMFAO → charles_leclerc: @ameliedayman I only speak facts.

mclaren: Our fave WAG’s got Grammys, no big deal. 🏆 → lando: @mclaren RESPECTFULLY SHE IS NOT JUST A WAG SHE IS A LEGEND, A QUEEN, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

georgerussell63: Two Grammys, a F1 boyfriend, and still not even slightly humbled 💀 → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 never will be 😌 → lando: @georgerussell63 and what about it?? She deserves to be cocky. → ameliedayman: @lando aww thanks Lan 🥰 → landonorris: @ameliedayman kiss me rn.

ameliefanclub: TWO. GRAMMYS. TWO. GRAMMYS. WHAT DID WE SAY?! THE QUEEN OF POP HAS ARRIVED. → landostan69: @ameliefanclub And she has Lando WHIPPED omg we won in so many ways

f1gossip: Two Grammys AND she bagged Lando? The true world champion.

elysiadayman: She’s always been that bitch, this just confirms it. 😌 → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman always 🤝

madisonbeer: Two-time Grammy winner AND still the funniest person I know. Life’s unfair. → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer gotta keep u humble somehow 😌

gracieabrams: Most talented person on earth. Don’t argue. → ameliedayman: @gracieabrams says the most talented person on earth?!

f1gossip: Lando being a certified wife guy in the comments is the content we deserve. → f1stan23: @f1gossip I mean… he really got his dream girl AND she’s a Grammy winner. I’d be sick too.

billieeilish: I TOLD YOU!!!! → ameliedayman: @billieeilish YOU DID!!! 😭💖

daymanupdates: Amelie winning two Grammys and Lando being the most obsessed boyfriend on the planet… history has been made.

danielricciardo: EGOT loading… I called it first. → ameliedayman: @danielricciardo you have always believed in me, uncle danny 😭💘

jackdayman: I’ve decided to let this whole “music career” thing slide now that you have two Grammys. 🙄 → ameliedayman: @jackdayman Oh, thank you so much for your approval, dearest brother. 🙃

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The elevator ride up to their hotel suite was a mess of giggles, lazy kisses, and Amelie nearly falling over in her heels. She was gone, absolutely wasted in the best way, still floating from the adrenaline of the night. Lando, less drunk but still buzzed, had one arm around her waist, the other gripping her hand, keeping her upright as she clung to him.

—You’re so fucking pretty.— Amelie slurred, blinking up at him as she reached to poke his nose.

Lando chuckled, shaking his head. —Not as pretty as my Grammy-winning girlfriend.— He pressed a kiss to her temple, tightening his grip on her waist.

She grinned, resting her head against his shoulder as the elevator doors opened to their suite. The second they stepped inside, Amelie sighed dramatically, kicking off her heels and stumbling toward the bedroom. —Gotta get this makeup off. Dunno how people wear this shit every day.—

Lando smirked, watching her sway on her feet. —Need help, love?—

She spun around, pointing a wobbly finger at him. —I got this, Norris. Stay put.—

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. —Alright, alright.—

With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, humming Espresso under her breath as she scrubbed her face clean. When she was finally makeup-free and in her favorite oversized hoodie and sweatpants, she stretched, rubbing her eyes as she pushed open the bathroom door, fully expecting to find Lando already sprawled out on the bed.

But the bedroom was empty.

She frowned, glancing around. —Lan?—

No response.

Curious, she padded barefoot toward the suite’s living room, her breath catching slightly when she saw it.

The room was dimly lit, but it was impossible to miss the decorations—gold and silver balloons tied to the backs of chairs, a few floating near the ceiling. But what really made her freeze was the small table in the center of the room.

Sitting on top was a McDonald’s bag.

She stared at it for a solid five seconds before looking up to see Lando standing a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets, watching her with the softest fucking smile.

—You remembered?— Her voice came out small, overwhelmed.

Lando shrugged, grinning. —Course I did. You told me years ago. Said the second you won your EGOT, you’d finally try McDonald’s. Figured tonight was the night.—

A lump formed in her throat. She’d mentioned that in passing so long ago, back when they were barely friends, just two idiots playing video games at three in the morning. She hadn’t even thought he’d remembered, let alone go out of his way to make it happen.

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, and before she could stop herself, she launched forward, throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

—Hey, hey.— Lando chuckled, catching her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist. —No crying, baby. It’s just McDonald’s.—

—No, it’s not just McDonald’s.— She sniffled, burying her face in his shoulder. —It’s you remembering something stupid I said years ago. It’s you making it special.—

Lando’s grip tightened as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. —You’re special. Makes sense the night you finish your EGOT should be too.—

She let out a watery laugh, pulling back slightly to look up at him. —I love you, y’know that?—

He grinned, brushing a thumb over her cheek. —Yeah, I know. Love you too, superstar.—

She beamed, wiping her eyes. —Alright, let’s eat this shit. I’ve waited twenty-three years for this moment.—

—That’s dramatic as fuck, Ames.— Lando teased, grabbing the bag and leading her to the couch.

—Shut up, let me have this.—

They sat cross-legged on the couch, pulling the food out—fries, nuggets, burgers. Amelie picked up a fry, inspecting it with exaggerated suspicion. —Okay, here we go. First McDonald’s bite ever.—

Lando rolled his eyes, laughing. —Just eat it, love.—

She popped the fry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Then she shrugged. —Yeah, that’s fire.—

Lando snorted. —Not so bad for a fine dining girl, huh?—

—Don’t push it, Norris.— She grabbed a nugget, taking a bite. —Oh, that’s actually so good.—

Lando grinned, watching her work through the meal. It was a ridiculous moment in the grand scheme of things, but it was theirs, and it made his chest ache in the best way.

By the time they were finished, Amelie flopped back against the couch, rubbing her stomach. —That was so much food.—

Lando chuckled, shifting closer, hand finding her thigh. —Can’t have you wasting away after a big night.—

She turned her head toward him, eyes flickering down to his lips. —You take care of me too well, Lan.—

—Somebody’s gotta.— He smirked, fingers tracing slow circles against her leg. —Besides, you’re my girl. Comes with the job.—

Something warm spread through her chest, and before she could overthink it, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

Lando hummed in surprise before immediately kissing her back, shifting to pull her onto his lap. It started slow, gentle—then escalated quickly, Amelie deepening the kiss, fingers tangling in his curls. Lando groaned against her mouth, hands gripping her hips as she pressed against him, heat simmering between them.

—Bed.— She whispered against his lips.

Lando exhaled shakily, nodding. —Yeah. Yeah.—

Without another word, he lifted her, carrying her toward the bedroom as she giggled against his neck. The night had been perfect, but this? This was just the cherry on top.

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lando.jpg: Grammy-winning muse 🎞️🏆💌

Some moments of her on the biggest night. The most beautiful, talented, insane woman I know. I took approximately 500 photos, but these are the ones she approved (barely). Still doesn’t do her justice.

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ameliedayman: my favorite photographer 🥺🤍 i love you, lan. i still can’t believe u took 500 photos of me like a crazy man but honestly… understandable. → lando.jpg: @ameliedayman i’d take 500 more. and then 500 after that. actually, don’t move, i’m getting my camera rn.

georgerussell63: mate, you’ve changed. you used to be cool. → lando.jpg: @georgerussell63 no i didn’t. shut up. → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 no but he’s soooo much worse in private �� help me. → lando.jpg: @ameliedayman you love it.

fan1: NOT LANDO BEING A FULL-TIME BOYFRIEND AND PART-TIME PHOTOGRAPHER.

fan2: "Muse" oh he is OBSESSED obsessed

charles_leclerc: She lets you take 500 photos? I take one and get yelled at. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc because ur angles are criminal. 🫵🏼

landonorrisfan37: HELP HE’S SO GONE FOR HER I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.

alex_albon: 500 pics but only 5 made the cut? Sounds about right. → lando.jpg: @alex_albon You have NO IDEA how hard it was. I fought for my life.

fan4: We waited FOUR MONTHS for a post and he drops this. WORTH IT.

fan5: The way he disappeared from this account just to come back and be the clingiest boyfriend.

danielricciardo: Posting like an art student in love. Proud of you. → lando.jpg: @danielricciardo Let me be romantic in peace. 😭

victoriadayman: You take good photos, I’ll give you that. → lando.jpg: @victoriadayman High praise, I’ll take it. 🙏🏼

fan6: Can’t believe we went from “I don’t know her” to this level of simping. Character development.

f1tea: this man has not posted a single thing on here in MONTHS and then comes back with a dissertation on how in love he is.

mclaren: This is not what we meant by ‘keep your focus during the off-season,’ Lando. → lando.jpg: @mclaren Priorities. 😌

f1wagsdaily: We have officially reached the “boyfriend soft-launching on the film camera account” stage. 🫡

lanmelieupdates: THE FACT THAT HE DIDN’T POST HERE SINCE OCTOBER AND BROUGHT IT BACK FOR HER IM SOBBING

georgerussell63: You mean to tell me you took 500 photos and she only let you post THESE? → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 you should’ve seen the ones he TRIED to post 💀 → lando: @ameliedayman baby they were ART 😤

elysiadayman: Insufferable. Both of you. → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman this sounds like jealousy 🫶🏼

lando: I forgot to mention you’re also the most perfect human alive. → ameliedayman: @lando you’re embarrassing me in front of the entire world. keep going.

fan7: Not even trying to hide it, man’s been obsessed since DAY ONE. → fan8: @fan7 we love a loyal king.

maxfewtrell: Sickening levels of PDA, even for you. → lando.jpg: @maxfewtrell cry about it.

[frost-queen]

Potions master (Reader x Theodore Nott)

Requested by: Anon; Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Cauldrons were bubbling and frizzing. The smells of variant ingredients filling the air. A puff of grey smoke popped up out of the cauldron beside yours. Class divided in small working stations, with four cauldrons at each one. Your station was shared with Blaise, Pansy and another Slytherin boy. Blaise was cutting his root as he suddenly called it out. Bringing his finger rapidly up to his mouth to suck at the blood.

Pansy snorted loud at his stupidity. Blaise shot her a glare. – “Cut your little finger?” – Draco teased from the table behind yours. You briefly looked over your shoulder to see Lorenzo, Theodore and Goyle. – “Shut up.” – Blaise told him off. You looked across the room to where Professor Snape was. Clearly not giving a care to what all the Slytherin students were doing in the back.

As long as they conjured up their potions all was well. Lorenzo started to mimic Blaise, holding his finger and pretending to whine. Pansy laughed loud at that. Blaise pointed his knife at Lorenzo. Lorenzo shot his hands up in defence whilst still chuckling. The only one who didn’t seem to be engaged in the matter was Theodore.

His expression focused. He wiped his hands off against the side of his pants before grabbing over the table for an ingredient. – “Knife down Mister Zambini.” – Professor Snape said casually when passing the table. Blaise lowered the knife, holding it firm under his grip. Pansy threw in a leaf petal when Professor Snape rounded your table. He gave one glance inside her cauldron. She swallowed nervously when he batted his eyes away, clearly disappointed in her poor skills.

He clicked his tongue when going round the boy at your table. He came behind you, watching your cauldron. It was buzzing and frizzing. He admired the colour and watched you cut with precision. Your back startled when you felt his hand pat your back twice. Was that just a compliment that you received? Professor Snape then went to the table behind yours. He didn’t even glance at Lorenzo’s cauldron.

Lorenzo made a face out of disbelieve. At Draco’s cauldron he hummed poorly. When he came to Theodore’s cauldron he looked inside. – “It seems you have competition Mister Nott.” – he simply said taking his leave. Theodore’s gaze went up right up to you. You felt him stare at your back, making you turn around to wave teasingly at him.

Theodore pressed his fist onto the table as it trembled with rage. There was no way that someone did better than him at potions. He was the best of the class. You turned back to the front to finish your potion. When class ended Professor Snape announced 10 points to you for your excellent brewing. – “Oh Salazar.” – Lorenzo whispered to Theodore, seeing how clenched his expression is. Theodore didn’t like one bit of it. You felt euphoric.

It felt good to have out-bested Theodore. You were still packing up when everyone else was leaving. Theodore motioned with his head to his friends that they should go on without him. Outside the dungeons he waited. Back against the cold stones by a torch. You walked out startled by Theodore who had removed himself from against the wall. He came walking in front of you, making you back away.

Doing a little turn you ended up against the wall. Theodore slapped his hand hard against the wall above your head. – “What do you think you are doing Y/l/n?” – he asked rudely. It took you a second to turn that shocked expression of yours into a teasing smile. – “Is it getting cold underneath your feet?” – you teased playing with his shirt.

Theodore grabbed your hand, pulling it firm down. – “You got lucky this time, but it won’t last forever.” – he replied. You tilted your head slightly. – “Do you want to test it?” – you whispered to him to taunt him. Theodore hardened his expression with a glare. – “That position is mine!” – he made clear. – “Are we desperate for a praise from Snape?” – you answered making him grab you by the throat.

His wand pointing down at you. You glanced to the side to his wand, smiling. – “So sensitive.” – you said. Theodore pushed himself off you with a groan. – “Final warning Y/l/n!” – he made clear with a firm point. He walked off needing to cool down as he had worked himself up over a silly thing.

Yet potions was his thing. He excelled in it and hated that he had competition. You exhaled deep looking around if anyone had seen any of that. Adjusting your tie, you took off. Who know Theodore Nott had such a temper. He for sure had a hidden personage.

The next moment you found yourself at the library. Picking out every book about potions. Thin books, thick books, over-used books and perfectly fitted books. You took them all. Carrying them in your hands, piled up that you couldn’t see in front of you anymore. With some directions from some fellow students and your own memory of the hallways, you found your way to the great hall. – “Oh my Merlin.” – one of your friends said at you arriving with the books.

The girl beside her gawking at the books you were carrying. You let them drop onto the table with a hard thud. It echoed so loud it made bystanders turn to look. You exhaled loud setting your hand on the pile. Your friend having laid her head down to read side-ways. – “Are those…” – she questioned as you hummed loud. – “Potion books.” – you filled in.

“You are one crazy girl.” – she blew off with a shake. You shrugged your shoulder. – “Someone doesn’t feel so satisfied with your findings.” – the girl beside your friend said nudging behind you. You turned your head seeing Theodore Nott glare at you. His wand trembling in his clenched hand. It made you laugh loud. – “Like I give one fig about Nott.”

You had turned back around opening the top book to look through the pages. You furrowed your brows hearing your friend clear her throat in a warning way. Her eyes wide with fright trying to hint something to you. Before you knew it had he approached you. You felt his presence behind you. Close and firm. His arm went around your body to the stack of books. – “Studying to get on my level?” – he teased flicking the first book off the pile.

Your friend moved her hands back just in time before it would drop on her fingers. You turned round with a witty smile. – “Are you feeling nervous Nott? Afraid you might have some competition?” – you replied pulling his tie from underneath the sweater. He scoffed loud. – “You are cute thinking you are as good as me.” – he answered smug touching your nose. You laughed once. – “Do you feel threatened?” – You grabbed for his stomach, tickling him just for funs.

Theodore jumped back, squirming away from your teasing hands. – “Back off Y/l/n!” – he shouted. Out of angriness he toggled the pile of books over just to piss you off. Your friend squeaked loud catching a book that nearly attacked her. – “Oh real mature Nott!” – you shouted at him when he had walked off. You puffed loud sitting down. – “Maybe you need to tone it a bit down.”

Over a month you had been rivalling with Theodore. Competing for ultimate praising. It was like a drug. Constantly needing more and wanting it faster. You were anticipating the moment you would see him again. The teasing getting out of hand. Sometimes physical, sometimes verbal, most mostly full of hotness.

There was something about Theodore’s determination that drove you wild. There must be something in you driving him wild as you noticed more often the way he looked at you. A deep desire he seemed to be battling inside of him. Whenever you looked in those eyes it felt like he was about to grab your face and kiss you till you no longer could breath.

You were tripling to keep yourself warm. Theodore looking your way with a scoff and a role of his eyes. Pansy stood by his side, arms crossed as she glared at you. –“Now I want you to all get on your brooms.” – madam Hooch ordered. You swung your leg over it, holding the broom tight. All of you rose a few inches from the ground. – “How you doing prodigy?” – Pansy laughed out. – “Don’t call me that!” – you snapped back at her with a glare.

Pansy kept laughing seeing as you were focusing hard to not fall from your broom. – “Watch this.” – she said to Theodore. Theodore hummed confused, not listening very much to her. Pansy moved her head to the side, covering a bit of her mouth while whispering something. You shrieked loud feeling your broom go higher. Madam Hooch staring confused at you. – “Miss Y/l/n where are you going?” – she asked.

“Ascend immediately!” – she ordered pointing firmly down. – “I…I can’t Madam Hooch.” – you answered followed by a scream. Your broom did a swift move to the right nearly making you fall of your broom. You held on tight when the broom rolled, spinning you upside down. – “Y/l/n come down now!” – Madam Hooch repeated. – “I’m not controlling it!” – you cried out as the broom flew up high with you. Theodore turned his head to Pansy hearing her laugh loud.

“That will teach her.” – she said sharing a high five with Lorenzo on her other side. – “You cursed her broom?!” – Theodore called out feeling his grip tighten around the wood. You were tumbling and diving in the air without control. Being flung from left to right as you nearly got knocked off. Theodore clenched his jaw wanting to kick Pansy off her broom. He withheld himself seeing you get knocked off your broom, hanging on by just one hand.

Feet dangling up in the air. It made him gasp loud. – “Mister Nott!” – Madam Hooch called out as he zoomed past her. He flew up to you within a matter of seconds. The broom still swaying from side to side to get you off. You kept holding on tight, legs kicking in the air. – “Y/n let go!” – Theodore called out. – “Are you insane!” – you shouted back at him. – “Just do as I say!” – he yelled getting angry that you weren’t doing what he wanted you to do.

Then snap. A drop. Your hand had let go of the broom as you started falling. Theodore flew down after you, grabbing you by your wrist, pulling his broom to a stop. Panting loud as he looked down at you dangling underneath his broom. Only holding you by your wrist. He slowly descended with you. Your feet touched the ground as he let go of you, getting of his broom.

He threw his broom aside grabbing you firm by your shoulders. – “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” – he asked checking you for any harm. – “I’m fine!” – you answered still a bit shaken. – “How… how did this happen? I didn’t do anything.” – you told him. – “Did you curse my broom? Felt the heat underneath your feet?” – you asked as Theodore shook his head bothered. He pulled at your hand, spinning you round up till your back hit his chest.

His hand moved around your waist up to your stomach. – “If I wanted to toss you around I would do it in another way.” – he whispered by your ear. You gasped when you felt him give your side a teasing squeeze. – “It was Pansy.” – he spilled glaring at her from over your shoulder. You hummed intrigued. – “Didn’t think you cared Theodore.” – you told him with a smile. Theodore spun you back around, looking all smug at you.

“I’d have no competition if you are in the infirmary.” – he said touching your chin back with a touch of his finger. Theodore took a step back when Madam Hooch approached. – “Are you alright?” – she asked touching your shoulder. You hummed loud with a nod. – “Thank Merlin Mister Nott was there to catch you.” – she glanced at Theodore. – “What can I say, I can’t resist getting a point ahead of you.” – he said throwing a teasing wink at you.

“Let’s get you checked out.” – Madam Hooch said half turning you away from him. – “Expect my revenge to be sweet.” – you called out to him. - “Aww how you know me Y/n!” – he shouted back pressing his hands against his heart. Turning your head you stuck your tongue out to him. Theodore smiling as he watched you get guided inside.

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[goblinontour]

To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame (Part 2)

alex returns the favour with your help

part 1 | part 3

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), it gets sticky, nothing crazy there’s quite a lot of fluff too

word count: 4.2k

your head was pounding by the time you got home, who would’ve thought the night would end up with you sucking off alex turner in the bathroom? you were smiling to yourself thinking back to it as you threw yourself on the soft bed in your room. your eyes were closing and as you were about to fall asleep your phone chimed and all the tiredness dissipated when you saw it was alex texting you.

you two made sure to exchange phone numbers by the time you had to go home, and even though it was already late you ended up texting till the morning, both equally excited for later that day.

you said your ‘good nights’ somewhere around 6am and you immediately fell asleep.

things couldn’t be more different for alex on the other hand. he was lying in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head and he kept staring at the ceiling, overthinking and already panicking. why did he invite you over? well, because he liked you of course, but he didn’t know how any of this worked, didn’t know what he was supposed to do. he thought about telling one of the guys and asking for some advice but they weren’t any better, they were still virgins as well and didn’t have any experience with girls, as far as he knew.

he was about to embarrass himself in front of the girl he liked and ruin all of his chances of this going anywhere, he thought. at some point he rolled over and straight up screamed into his pillow. this was happening regardless, no way to back out now. it wasn’t like he didn’t want it, he was just stressing out. and so he forced himself to at least get a couple of hours of sleep so he wouldn’t be completely knackered by the time you came around.

when he woke up he popped out to the store to get some snacks and drinks or whatever. on his way back home though he passed a pharmacy and stopped in his way. should he buy condoms? would he need them? how far did you think tonight would go? was he ready for that? he decided to get some just in case, better prepared than not.

he started pacing around the house, stressing once more, but he busied himself by cleaning up and tidying his room so it would look nice. he was snapped out of his little bubble by one of your texts.

“you never gave me your address al”

“yeah sorry i forgot i guess, but don’t worry about it, i’m picking you up, you live near royal on columbia right?”

“yes xx see you there?”

“definitely, 5?

“perfect”

by picking you up he meant see you there and walk together to his house. he didn’t have a car yet, still shared it with his mum and his parents were away with it.

he just waited for the time to pass, had a shower and tried to make himself look as good as possible.

in the meantime, you were bursting with excitement. you didn’t think you’d ever end up going to his house and for that reason out of everything, but you liked him, he was really nice and sweet and you didn’t see how anything could go bad. you did your makeup and all that and decided to wear your matching black lingerie set for him, to make it all the more special. you popped on a little miniskirt and sweater number, it was still quite cold and you wanted to be comfy at the same time.

it was about 10 to 5 when you spotted him outside. he was pacing on the spot, hoping he was in the right place. so you didn’t leave him waiting for any longer, grabbed your bag and went to meet him.

you grabbed him by the shoulders from behind but he was wearing his earphones so he didn’t hear you coming up behind him and you scared the shit out of his already hyper self, making him jump.

“sorry alex didn’t mean to scare ya”

“it’s alright” he giggled while wrapping the wires around his phone and stuffing them in his pocket “you look really nice y/n. very pretty indeed” that last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, it was more him thinking to himself but the words came out anyway.

“thank you” you murmured, hugging his side and squeezing his waist a tiny bit as you two started walking to his.

it didn’t take that long, he lived just a few blocks away and you were too into the conversation to even notice how time slipped and you were already at his front door.

“make yourself at home” he told you, but he felt anxious again “what are we uhm…what do you wanna do?”

“why don’t we just watch a film for now?” you suggested, thinking it would be easier to just hang out and get him more relaxed first.

“drink?”

“yes please, thank youuu” getting louder towards the end for him to hear you as he was walking towards the kitchen behind you.

he stayed in there for quite a while, you were starting to get a bit worried honestly. you went in to check on him and he was just standing there, leaning over the edge of the counter holding it by the edge and staring at the drinks in front of him.

“you alright al?” he didn’t say anything so you messed with the hair at the back of his head “hey”

“yeah i’m fine just…popcorn?” he was panicking.

“yes” you agreed, kissing him on the cheek. he couldn’t help but smile and he got all blushy, but you let him do his thing, staying close by.

when he raised his arms to get the bowl and everything else from the cupboard his fitted long sleeve climbed up as well, exposing his waist and his hips where his jeans didn’t quite cover his underwear, leaving the waistband visible. you bit your lip thinking about how you’d get to touch that later.

the two of you settled on the sofa and fought over what movie to put on until you came to an agreement. he was sitting close to you, but not close enough, and he didn’t know how or when to initiate anything so you took the first step and cuddled up closer to him, which encouraged him to wrap his arm around your shoulder, followed by you resting your head in the crook of his neck. in his mind he was going crazy and he hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating to the point he felt it was going to burst out from his chest. of course you did, but you weren’t going to mention it.

you just couldn’t wait any longer. feeling him so close, right there within your reach, you couldn’t help yourself. you pressed a kiss to his neck, immediately feeling him tense up as he straightened his back. but as you kept leaving little kisses to his soft skin he started to melt into you, and even though you could hardly hear it due to how quiet it was, you felt a moan vibrating in his throat against your lips. He turned slightly to face you better, and he looked at you for a few seconds before asking

“can i kiss you?”

“how could i say no silly?” you replied, forcing yourself to not just grab him already, leaving him to do it. and he did, he leaned down and your lips were together again, and it was just as perfect as it had been that first time. your hands quickly found their way into his hair, making a mess of it, again, pulling on some pieces to get him to make all those pretty sounds that were like music to your ears. he got some more confidence and nudged you to get on his lap, and you happily complied, moving to sit on him. you pulled his head back by his hair to expose that big neck with so much space, just ready to be adorned with marks. although it took all the strength he had in him, he pulled you away.

“i said i would return the favour, let me.”

he followed in your steps, doing just as you had been doing to him, kissing your neck, leaving little bites all the way from behind your ear, down to your collarbone, holding the neck of your sweater pulled down with one of his fingers, so he could have proper access. you were so turned on, like you’ve never ever been in your life. you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was exactly, he wasn’t giving you anything you haven’t received before. maybe it was just him.

“wanna take it to your room then?”

“yes…mhmmm” he trailed off, mumbling something else you couldn’t make out, his face was still buried between your sweater and your neck, getting covered by your hair falling over it. he picked you up as his lips connected back to yours and started walking backwards to the staircase. he wasn’t quite so shy anymore, his hands finding their place on your ass, grabbing at it and going under your skirt, touching you directly over your skin. you’d decided to not wear any tights, despite it being cool out, you knew they’d be painfully in the way of your activities.

the moment got cut off however when alex fell on his ass on the stairs, bringing you down with him, of course. you both burst out laughing and it was addicting, the way his whole face lit up and that little scrunch of his nose ugh.

it didn’t stop you for long. his lips found yours once more, picking you back up and getting you two, safely, to his room, where he laid you down on his bed and crawled over you, both adjusting more to the middle so you could sit comfortably. he kept kissing your neck, feeling your body carefully, stopping when his hand was almost touching your breast to ask “is this okay?”. you nodded, aching for him. you could feel the arousal pooling in between your legs already as he started kneading one of your breasts over your top, if you weren’t wearing black there’d for sure be a wet patch visible.

“please alex” you said in a breathy tone, the air feeling heavy around you from how worked up you got. “can i?” you asked, fingers hooking at the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it slightly to show him you wanted it off, now.

“yeah” with his approval, you didn’t waste anymore time, bringing the top over his head and taking a second to admire his bare torso. so delicate. “can i take yours off?”

“thought you would never ask” you joked “please.”

he took off your sweater, leaving you in just your bra and your skirt that’s been riding up, resting all bunched up at the top of your thighs. his eyes trailed over your body, flicking between both breasts, he couldn’t believe his luck, that this was happening and it was real. he started kissing you again, slowly going down your body, caressing the sides with his big hands, his fingers dragging across your skin making it break out in goosebumps and tingles.

“i need you, touch me, please” you were getting desperate, would start begging if he didn’t attend to you soon enough.

he didn’t stop in his way this time. he sneaked his hands under your waist to raise you up so he could pull down your skirt. he continued by placing kisses to the newly exposed skin, down the insides of your thighs, getting closer to where you needed him the most. he hovered over your clothed pussy for a second, his breaths hitting it, making your need for him grow, until he finally left a kiss over it, his nose accidentally nudging just the perfect spot.

“please alex”

“uh…okay, okay” he said nervously now that he would actually have to get on with it. he pulled down your panties and you pushed them off from where they bunched up at your ankles, landing somewhere on the floor but you paid no mind to it now, too focused on him. his breath hitched in his throat and his dick twitched in his pants when he laid his eyes on the sight in front of him. “just a second” he pleaded, getting up to take off his jeans that had his growing erection strained. he just couldn’t stand them anymore. you took that as your queue to also take off your bra, leaving you completely bare under his watch. he sat on his knees, in between your parted ones, inviting and begging him to touch you. he snaked his arm around one of your legs and rested his face against it. he was just stalling, not knowing how exactly to start, what he should do, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“what should i, you know…could you guide me through it so it’s good for you?”

you brought your own hand in between your legs and started touching yourself, running your fingers through your lips, gathering some of the wetness and bringing it to your clit, stopping to give him some pointers.

“right here. see?” moaning quietly from how needy you felt, and to rile him up more.

“yeah” his response barely audible from how entranced he was while watching you touch yourself.

“alex” you called out, to get him to focus properly.

“mhm?”

“your turn now.”

“oh. uhm…okay, alright”

he lowered his hand where yours just was and he used two of his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, exploring all of this carefully, as it was his first time ever experiencing it. he started by playing around with your clit, just like you showed him, and he got the hang of it, applying the perfect amount of pressure, slowly getting you there, the tension of it all making you hornier and you knew it wouldn’t take that long, even with his inexperience. you tried not to watch him too intensely, so he could relax, but those little glances you’d catch of him all focused were delightful.

he pleasantly surprised you when you noticed him scooting down on the bed so his mouth could reach your pussy, attaching his lips to your clit, where he previously played with his fingers, and you gasped as you felt his tongue poking out to lick it. he went lower to lap at all the wetness that kept pooling down there.

“you taste so good. fucking delightful” you couldn’t help but get a bit amused by his dirty talk, not that it was bad, you just weren’t used to it. the guy that wouldn’t risk getting too close to you on the sofa earlier was now complimenting how your pussy tasted. you could get used to it though.

your thoughts were interrupted when a loud moan, almost a cry, escaped your lips as you felt one of his fingers enter you, while he kept teasing your clit with his tongue. god his fingers were so long. You could feel every ridge of his knuckles as he pumped it in and out of your dripping cunt, so wet, just for him.

“more” and he obliged, instantly adding another finger and you already felt full, full of him.

“does that feel good?” he was enjoying it as well, by now he started subconsciously rutting his hips into the mattress, dying for some friction, anything to fix the aching hard on he had.

“yes, oh my god, how are you this good” you asked, more to yourself, not really expecting an answer, but this was all too good. maybe you were just too horny, but you didn’t think so. he was doing a really good job. and that was because while he kept going at it, he watched out for how your body responded to each one of his moves, keeping in mind what seemed to make you feel the best, like when he curled his fingers and you tightened your grip on the sheets, or when he touched your clit just right with his tongue and he could feel your thighs closing around his head.

you were so close, just needed a little bit more, so you started playing with your nipples, pinching them lightly, but he quickly noticed and took over one of them with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers just like he would do to himself when he was wanking, he loved how the double stimulation felt, and it was particularly pleasurable for him, so he thought the same would work for you. and it did. he kept hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his mouth. god. he switched between sucking that little sensitive bud between his lips and licking it and he found a delicious rhythm and position that made you bring your legs over his shoulders, wrapping around him and trapping him in there so he wouldn’t dare move, your hand flying to his hair, getting all tangled up, pushing him deeper into your heat. he was also moaning and making little whimper sounds. although muffled by his face being all up in your pussy, doing god’s work, you could feel them against your skin, the vibrations giving you all the more pleasure.

everything was just too much, you came apart beneath alex, saying his name over and over, mumbling praises for how amazing he was and how fucking good he was making you feel. it was one of the best orgarms you’d ever had, not even joking. no one had been able to make you cum like that, that good, except yourself, but that was different. was he sure he didn’t do this before because goddamn. you came all over his face and fingers until you pulled him away, becoming way too much. he pulled his fingers out and before he could do anything else you leaned over and grabbed him by the wrist, taking them in your mouth, cleaning them up, humming in pleasure as you tasted yourself and his jaw was on the floor as he was watching you. you did taste good, he wasn’t wrong. you then grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, pulling his body back up over yours and you felt him hard against you, his erection rubbing over the inside of your thighs through his tight boxers. you brought your hand down to feel him and he bit his lip to suppress the moan he was about to let out as you squeezed his hard cock.

“do you wanna, you know…?” you asked him.

“fuck” he let out as you kept touching him, the pressure feeling delicious.

“yeah, that” you giggled, you knew that wasn’t what he was trying to say by ‘fuck’, but once you realised how it came out right after your question, you couldn’t help yourself.

“no i meant-” you cut him off before he would start overexplaining and getting all stressed again.

“i know baby”

‘baby’, he liked how that sounded from you.

“i don’t think uhmm…if you don’t mind, i just, i don’t think i’m quite ready for that yet, if that’s okay? ‘m sorry”

“don’t apologise al, it’s more than okay, do you wanna maybe try something else, so you can…so we can fix this” squeezing him a bit tighter as you said that.

“like what?”

you flipped the pair of you over so you were on top of him now, sitting on top of his thighs.

“can i take these off?” referring to his underwear, your fingers toying with the waistband.

“mhm…yeah, yes.”

you pushed them down, not bothering to pull them all the way off, they wouldn’t be in the way. his cock was painfully hard, resting on top of his lower tummy now. you went to sit a bit higher up, your pussy rubbing over his length for a split second, making you shiver, still sensitive, as you positioned yourself over him. he was getting nervous as to what you were planning on doing. you rested your body over his, your chests pressing together. his hips automatically bucked up as you left a wet kiss to his neck, and his cock rubbed in between your bodies. and it felt so good. it wasn’t that far from actually fucking, but to him it was different, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it right now, he was still a bit scared. but this was good. you could hear him grunting quietly as he kept moving to get that friction.

“i was thinking of finishing you with my hand.” you said before nipping his earlobe with your teeth, making him moan louder now.

“mmno, this is…good, so good…”

“keep going baby, make yourself feel good”

this was something new to you, and it was so fucking hot. you weren’t getting much stimulation from this, if any, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bring you pleasure, seeing him under you, his face all scrunched and his eyes squeezed shut as he was desperately working to get his release. and also you being the reason he’s this worked up in the first place, eating you out making him get this weak.

you pushed more of your weight down on him, and to help him get there you started rolling your hips slightly, in sync with his moves.

the added pressure, and everything else, from your rocking over him, to the lingering touches and breaths on his neck, and your praises and encouragements, did the trick.

he stalled his movements and you could feel his warm release as he came in between your bodies, coating his belly and yours.

you rolled off from him when he was done so he could get some space to breathe, watching his blissed expression as he was panting and his chest was rising up and down rapidly. as soon as he came down from that lovely high he pulled you back to his side and kissed your temple, grabbing your waist to pull you closer but he winced as you accidentally touched his now soft cock with your leg.

“sorry”

“‘s all good” he assured you. one of his hands went to rest on his stomach but he was reminded of the dirty mess he made when he felt his sticky cum on his palm.

“we should clean up, i’ll just be a sec”

he got up and pulled his boxers back on, going to grab some wipes for the both of you. he insisted on cleaning you up as well, saying it’s his mess to clean. adorable. he gave you one of his tshirts and once you were all done he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. the truth was he just needed a moment alone to freak out now. was this real? did that just happen? he was the happiest boy in the world in his mind, except for one thing. he hoped you wouldn’t blow him off completely because you didn’t fuck.

that wasn’t even a concern for you, it wouldn’t make you change your mind about him at all.

when he got back he had a shirt on as well, and a new pair of boxers. he jumped over you on the bed and hugged you close to him, peppering your face in the kisses you were now accustomed to, and you could get used to then happening more often, you were weak for him, completely whipped at this point. even though you’d only known each other for basically two days, you couldn’t think of just forgetting about this and pretending none of it happened.

“thank you” he hummed, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he stayed on top of you like a little fluffy bear. “and ‘m sorry we didn’t, you know…”

“you don’t have anything to apologise for alex” you reassured, your hands playing with his hair. “that was honestly so fucking hot” making him laugh against you.

“okay”

you were happy that he agreed. and it wasn’t a lie just to get him to feel better. that was truly so hot to you and you didn’t mind it at all, he’d already given you a great orgasm. you guessed playing guitar does have its advantages, cause those fingers did a spectacular job for being his first time ever doing that to a girl.

you stayed like that for a while, cuddled up with him on top of you. he even fell asleep not short after you’d ended talking about that film you were watching earlier. the weight was comfortable. he was like a cat of some sorts, you could barely feel him but it was bringing you that comforting warm feel, his breathing like a kitten’s purring.

a/n: IT’S HEREEE, i really wasn’t expecting so many people to like the first one, i hope you’ll like this too, and i’m sorry they didn’t fuck for real but i had this in mind and i just needed to get it out there. it’s 5am as i’m posting, i tried to check it but the words started to look like a big blob from how long i’ve been staring at it, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes. also i decided to keep the same title so it would be easier to find, in case i end up doing a part 3 if you really want it. AND if anyone cares, the title is a play off one of the lyrics from the song ‘From Me, the Moon’ by Lav (apple music / spotify)

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @whitepontiac

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𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

Playing games with Alex is obviously something smutty.

tags n warnings: a WAY TOO suggestive fluff, no smut (maybe licking), kinky(?). word count: 3.3k

It was Wednesday, and the store felt like a museum—quiet, dusty, and dead.

Yeah, you could have gotten up and wiped down a few shelves just to kill time, maybe shake up the monotony of sitting around, waiting for another weirdo to wander in. But instead, you just tipped your head back, eyes on the ceiling, and let out a dramatic sigh.  

"You ever think about actually working?" 

Alex’s voice, smooth as melted caramel, cut through your boredom like a hot knife. A smirk tugged at your lips as you tilted your head down, catching sight of him strolling over. He leaned on the counter, elbows resting like he owned the place—which, technically, he kind of did.  

"I would work if there was something to actually do," you shot back, propping your head in your hand. Your elbow was so close to his hands that you could feel the faint brush of his knuckles as he doodled on the dusty glass counter.  

"Touché," he chuckles. His curls caught the faint flicker of the neon sign outside, making him look annoyingly good for someone who claimed to hate his job.  

"Five hours. Five freakin’ hours of standing here, and not one person has walked through that door," you said, watching his fingers trace invisible shapes. You knew you'd have to clean up the fingerprints later, but honestly? You didn’t mind. Not when it was Alex.  

"Can’t really blame ‘em. It’s Wednesday," he replied, finally looking up at you. His hazel eyes locked onto yours, and just like that, your cheeks went warm. Damn him and that crooked little smile.  

"Guess people don't have sex on Wednesdays," you quipped, trying to play it cool.  

"Nah, you’re wrong. Totally wrong," he laughs, shaking his head. "People go hard on Wednesdays. Like, sneaky wild. Trust me."  

"If you say so," you bubble, shrugging as you stretched, trying to loosen up the stiffness in your back from sitting too long. "Feels like we’re the only losers stuck here doing nothing, though."

"Maybe," he said, his gaze sweeping the store before settling back on you. A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer. "But hey, who says we can’t make it interesting and gon wild?"

“Oh, really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a grin. “And what we're gonna do?”

His smile widened, dimples popping as he rested his chin on his hand. "I dunno, something cool. A game, talk some shit, maybe get creative. Why? You scared of a little fun?"

"Tempting," you softened, leaning forward until your faces were a little too close. "But I think I’ll just sit here and embrace the boredom. Really lean into it."

Alex mirrored you, resting his weight on his elbows. "Oh yeah?" His voice dropped as he gave you a slow once-over, his gaze lingering before snapping back to yours. "What if I’m bored outta my mind? Huh? You gonna just let me suffer? Don’t forget, I could totally fire you."

"Wow, abuse of power much?" you shot back, licking your lips out of habit. They felt dry again as his laughter hit you, low and easy, filling the empty space between you.  

“Maybe I like to use my rank to get what I want, even if it's dirty," he admitted, straightening up. The space between you grew, and you hated how much you noticed it. "But for real. Let’s do something. I’m not about to die of boredom with you sitting right here."

His smirk only grows as he stands up from leaning on the counter. You clean your throat, standing up nervously. “What we're gonna do? I'm out of ideas.” 

He takes a step closer to you, only an arms length away. There's a hint of excitement in his eyes as he speaks.“We're in a sex shop. There's a world of fun here.” 

“Yeah…you're right.” You blushed, chuckling as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flickered over your face slowly and motions with his head. "C'mon, follow me." 

You follow him through the store, weaving between dusty shelves stacked with all kinds of oddities, until you both stop in front of a small display of games. He grabs a box and turns to you with a playful, almost mischievous grin.  

"Sex Adventures. Chasing the pleasure chest," he announces, holding it up like it’s some sort of treasure. “Roleplays, fantasies and confessions. An excellent turn on for your sexy night.”

You roll your eyes. “Seriously?"

“No, look. There's more.” he giggles, shaking the box a little for emphasis, his curls bouncing slightly with the motion and reading the back of the box. “Dozen minutes of pleasure. Who's gonna cum first? Ok. This shit is great. We need to try.” 

"Fine," you concede with a smirk. "But maybe we should flip the sign to ‘closed’ first, just in case."

"Nah, don’t bother. Nobody’s coming in anyway," he says, laughing as you both share a knowing glance.  

"You're right," you agree, chuckling as he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the back of the store.  

The warm, calloused feel of his hand sends a flicker of electricity through you, but you shove the thought aside as you step into his office.  

He pushes open the door, gesturing dramatically for you to enter before plopping down in his swivel chair. You take the seat across from him, leaning back as he tears open the game box with exaggerated enthusiasm. Cards, dice, and random bits of paper scatter across the desk.  

You reach out for one of the dice, but Alex swats your hand away with a teasing slap.  

"Hey!" you exclaim, laughing as you pull your hand back and rest it in your lap.  

"Patience, rookie," he teases, his grin wide as he starts sorting the cards into neat piles.  

You watch him, amused, as he carefully lines everything up like it’s some kind of sacred ritual. You grab one of the dice and roll it across the desk, his eyes lighting up with the thrill of the game.

“Four," you announce, picking up your tiny plastic piece and moving it forward on the board. “White card… confession."

"Nice," Alex chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "Go for it. This is a judgment-free zone."

You laugh at his goofy attempt to make you comfortable, shaking your head as you pick up the card. "What do you think about when you masturbate? I dunno. Sex?"

"Really? I can't believe it, you're dirty. Who thinks about sex when masturbating?” he jokes, you can’t help but smile, even through the nervous energy buzzing between you.

Finally, he grabs a die and rolls it across the table.

"Six," he announces with a triumphant grin, picking up a tiny plastic game piece and moving it across the board. "Alright, grab a red card. That’s a dare, and… oh no. Oh man, this is gonna be good… Oh my God!"

"I can’t believe we’re actually doing this," you groan, burying your face in your hands. You peek through your fingers just in time to see his brow furrow as he reads the card. "What’s it say?"

"First of all. Are you ready to go wild?" he asks, his laughter bubbling up as he looks at you with mock seriousness.

"Why? Is it that bad?" you giggle, trying to sneak a glance at the card. He pulls it away, laughing even harder."Come on, Alex! Just tell me already!"

"No, no. First, you gotta answer—are you ready to go wild?" He’s still laughing, his voice teasing but insistent.

"Oh my God!" you cry, doubling over with laughter, clutching your stomach as you wave for him to spill the details. "Just tell me, for the love of all that’s holy!"

“This question is everything but holy.” He announced, giggling. “Alright. Spell ‘fuck me’ with your tongue on the neck of the person in front of you or dance a naughty song.” 

You bite your lip, trying desperately to hold back your laughter, but it’s no use. It bursts out of you, loud and uncontrollable, as you nearly tip backward in your chair. Alex is no better, clutching his stomach as he doubles over, wheezing.  

"What the actual fuck?!" you choke out, tears forming at the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard. You grab the card and read it for yourself, laughing even harder as you wave it in front of him.  

"I know, I know," he chortled, his voice still shaky from laughter as he straightens up in his chair. "But hey, a dare’s a dare. And it's weird cause they give you options. I gotta do it. Unless, of course, I need the lady’s permission first," he teases, pushing his chair back and standing up.  

Your heart skips slightly as a wave of shyness washes over you, but you force it down. After all, this was Alex—your ridiculously handsome, painfully charming manager. You weren’t immune to his magnetism, no one would be.  

“Go for it," you say, your voice a touch too casual as you bite your lip, the faintest hint of nervousness betraying you. His sharp eyes catch it, but he only smirks, clearly amused.  

"Alright then. Here goes the naughty boy on a sexy dance," he declares, stepping around the desk toward you.  

He rests his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch. His grin widens as he kneels dramatically in front of you.  

"Ready?" he asks, his tone dripping with over-the-top theatrics. 

“Ready," you manage, laughing softly as you flip your hair to the side to make access for him. 

Alex sighs, licking his lips as he briefly lifts his body approaching your neck. He eyes you and you couldn't believe what you saw. He was nervous at you. Alex was blushing and leaning to your neck. You swallowed, staring at the wall. The moment you felt his tongue on your neck, you shutted your eyes, containing a mewl when he spelled F. 

"We can stop…if you want to " he suggests, his voice weak as he pushes his head back. Shit. He listened. 

“No…” you breathe, licking your lips when you observe his wet pink lips.”Don't be a pussy, Alex. Keep going.” you teased trying not to sound so aroused. Game didn't even start and you already felt the sticky sensation down on you. 

He leans down to your ear, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “I won't stop.” He whispered and you shivered, pulse quickening. 

Alex stocked his tongue again and traced an F again. You figured that each letter seemed to be traced slower and more pressed than the other. Seemed like he was trying to get you on the edge and he was. Fucking Alex was making you wet on purpose. 

He pushed back and you groaned, feeling him away again. Why does it have to be such a small word? He could spell a whole book in there if he could.

Alex giggled, watching you blushing and stomping on your spot, touching your neck. “Do you want me to dirty dance?”

Oh, how you wanted him dancing for you. He had a waist that had you looking every single time he picked something from the shelves. 

“Only if you have a whole Spotify playlist.” You cleared your throat, fixing yourself on your place as he came back to his, crossing your legs to suppress the shameful wetness on your core. 

He grinned, rolling his eyes playfully and your mouth fell. “No, Alex… you really have a sex playlist?”

“Who doesn't?” He shrugged. “Nah. Just kidding. It's for the store. The Weeknd rocks like crazy on them. Clients like them.”

“He does.” You concur, giggling. “Almost all of them have The Weeknd and Chase Atlantic. Seems like they're the only artists who do it.”

“Don't forget pillow talk by Zayn,” he playfully interrupted, leaning lazily on his chair, spreading his legs as you pressed yours when he did it. “If I'm gonna dance, I'll choose this one.” 

You could swear to God you saw a little volume on those pants, but you shook your head. Probably imagination. Yeah, definitely. Yeah right, Alex was hard just by licking your neck. No…

You draw another red card, letting out a deep sigh before even reading it. "Alright, here we go… dare. What now?"

Alex crosses his arms, leaning forward slightly with a mischievous grin. Reading the card, your face heats up instantly. "Oh no. No, no, no. I’m not doing this."  

"What is it?" he asks, clearly entertained. "No backing out now. Rules are rules."

You groan, burying your face in your hands before mumbling, “I have to act out a scene from a porn movie."

Alex’s eyes widen, and his grin grows even wider. "That’s amazing. Which movie?"

“Don’t say it like that—it doesn’t help!" you protest, standing up reluctantly. “It doesn’t say which one. I just… have to improvise," you read from the card, sighing in defeat.  

He leans back in his chair, far too amused by your embarrassment. "I’m waiting. Show me your porn moment."

Heart pounding, you take a deep breath and start. First, you throw yourself dramatically from the chair, pretending to be a bed. Then, in a slightly clumsy move, you roll to the side, shouting, “Oh no, not like this… Not on the floor…Oh…God!”  

You crouch behind it, flipping your hair dramatically. “We're fucking hard in the wall, lets go.” you leap into the air, spin awkwardly, leaning on the wall, letting out a triumphant yell. “Yeah! Fuck!” 

When you finish, completely out of breath and with your face burning, you collapse back into your chair, covering your eyes with your hands. "I can’t believe I just did that."

Alex, who had been silent during your entire performance, begins clapping slowly, his laughter full of surprise and approval. "Wow! That was… absolutely incredible. Seriously, where have you been hiding that talent?"

You groan, hiding your face behind your hands, but you can’t stop yourself from laughing too. “That was awful, Alex. Please, never speak of this again."

"Are you kidding me? That was amazing! You should be hired for pornhub. I would sign it.” He keeps laughing, his eyes sparkling with something that makes your heart race. “You went all in, and that’s what made it so good.”

Alex picks up the dice again, glancing at you with a flicker of concern in his eyes. He rolls it, and the number two comes up. Moving his piece on the board, he stops on a black card. His brows knit together as he grabs the card, and you instinctively lean forward to catch his reaction.  

"Black card… wonder what that’s about," he mutters, turning the plastic card over. The moment he reads it, his eyes widen, and you feel a lump form in your throat.  

"Uh… look, it’s totally fine if you don’t want to do this," he stammers, scratching the back of his head. "It’s kinda weird." 

"Just say it," you urge, leaning in a little more, curiosity getting the better of you.  

"Well… uh…" He fumbles, glancing between you and the card before letting out a shaky laugh. "We have to stand up for this one."

You tilt your head, but something about his nervousness makes you nod anyway. Rising from your chair, you stand across from him. He follows suit, and suddenly, he’s right there—closer than you expected. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes quickly darting over you before meeting yours again.  

“It's a game called 10 minutes of pleasure" he finally says, his voice soft but steady. “I need to give you 10 minutes of pleasure.”

Your cheeks burn instantly. That wasn’t what you were expecting. Not at all.  

“Alright," you breathe, trying to keep your composure as he extends a hand toward you. You take it, your fingers brushing against his in a way that makes your heart flutter.  

His hands hesitantly rests on your waist, and you place yours on his shoulder. His gaze meets yours, searching for any sign of discomfort. When you give a small nod, he begins leading his hands in a slow, slightly awkward rhythm on your sides, squeezing it.

“So…do you usually…do it? You know…taking requests easily?” He jokes, trying to make the moment less weird. 

You smile at his attempt. “Not actually.” 

“Then, why are you taking mine?” He asks softly, the simplest question had you rumming. Yeah, why were you easily accepting everything? 

“I like you” you managed, looking at his beautiful dark eyes lighting up with your confession. “I mean…you're not the worst boss ever, so…”

“I'm glad to know that I'm not a bad manager.” He jokes, a soft genuine smile appears on his lips. “You're not the worst employee as well.”

“Thank you.”

The room feels smaller now, the soft sound of your breathing mingling with Alex. His hand holds yours firmly, but there’s a gentleness to his grip.

“Didn't know 10 minutes felt this long.” You stammered, giggling awkwardly. 

“It's not mandatory.” He sighed. “We always can stop. This game is really stupid.”

“No.” You blurt, gripping your hand on his shoulders. “It's a challenge and…we wanted to get wild, right? We don't wanna give up right when things are getting interesting.”

Alex stares at you for a moment, his hand takes a step further and touches your hair, stroking for a bit. You hummed, leaning for more. He licked his lips as the other hand drove to the back of your back, pulling you closer.  

His eyes glance down at your lips and they linger there for a moment before he speaks."You're a very, very, attractive employee, you know that?”

“This was the worst compliment I've ever heard.” You giggled and he threw his head, laughing as well. “No, really. It looks like a porn plot.”

“Fuck, you're right.” He concurs, lifting his head. “I think working here changes us, you know? All I can think is… hey, sexy employee. Come help your boss.”

“You already did it, you know?” You lit, your arms rest around his shoulders. “My next step is coming to your office and suddenly saying I'm trapped.”

“No, that's another movie.” He teased, snorting. His hand came back for your waist, gripping as the other caressed your back. “In this movie, I say I have a big promotion for my best employee.”

“Yeah, and I’d say… Boss, I would do anything for this job.” You cooed, feigning a sexy porn actress voice, pouting. 

He smiles as he raises a hand and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face with his fingers. “You're very beautiful, you know that?” 

You blush, smiling. “You mean it or it's the acting?”

“No… it's for real.” He tells gently, brushing his thumb on your cheek. “You're really beautiful.” 

“You're very handsome, Alex. Just for the record.” You tease, giddy. 

His cheeks grow a soft pink as he smiles and lets out another chuckle. "Yeah? Is that all I am?”

“No, you're also very talented at making me wash the bathroom.” You laugh. He grins, shaking his head a little while his hand gently brushes against the side of your cheek.

"Of course that's what I do best. I'm the master at making you wash the bathroom.” He lets his hand linger a second more before he takes a breath in and sighs. "But honestly? I have a different talent that I'm incredibly better at than making you wash the bathroom.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it?” You continue, hope visible in your eyes as you take a step closer. 

He takes one more step forward, completely closing the gap in between you, so now his body is pressing against yours. “Ordering you to clean all the store, don't pretend you didn't see the dust.” Alex teased, pushing back as you crossed your arms giggling with him. Alex used the rank again. Lovely. You cleaned up at the end, you really needed the job. And…well… you knew he would reward you, sexually or not. He was still hard by playing sex adventures and would call you for help. He always does.  

[milliesfishes]

Hi sweetest girl in town, Millie! Can you by chance write something angsty for Alex? I love the best best friends to lovers trope before they are officially together, like in pwmov after they hooked up and felt really hurt and heartbroken. But they actually both loved each other!! Or love an “unrequited” love confession and just all the feels. Have a lovely night!

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[fem reader] contains: angst pairing: alex nilsen x fem reader summary: you and alex hook up on vacation author’s note: I very much hope this is good Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

From this angle you could see your pale pink bra where it had been unceremoniously tossed the ground. Alex's fingers were nimble, and the swiftness of the removal had only made your heart beat faster.

Inches away was your top, further your shorts. Your panties were closest to the bed. His clothes were discarded at equal intervals, lying beside your things like a couple's picture. Close to the entrance of the motel room were both of your shoes, one of his lying sole up atop your sandal.

The sheet was cool around your chest where you had pulled it up once he'd gotten off of you, suddenly self-conscious despite what you'd just done. His hand was resting palm down by your hip, elbow on the mattress, thumb stroking your side lazily. You weren't sure if he was looking at you. A part of you hoped he was.

Turning your head to the side revealed that he was staring at the ceiling, his chest not rising and falling as quickly as it had a few minutes ago. Alex's hair was a mess from your fingers running through it, and you suspected your own was along the same lines.

When he shifted, your eyes fell away, focusing on the edge of the pillow under your head. Your hair was cushioned under your ear, ends splayed out toward him. Silence like suffocating smoke was filling the air, pierced only by the sounds of doors opening and closing outside, keys jingling cheerfully as their owners' flip flops thumped their heels.

Just minutes ago you'd been breathing his name, his lips ghosting your neck, hands gripping your waist so hard you wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises later. And now it was quiet. And you hated it.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was just another annual vacation with your best friend, the one you loved and trusted more than anybody else in the world. This trip to a sunny coastal town in southern California was supposed to be an escape from your problems, not a place to create new ones. But the tension had been thick, connecting both of you like an iron bar.

Today especially had been bordering the precipice. The two of you had walked, shoulders bumping, through the less-than-busy streets with grass and daisies growing between the sidewalk cracks. Ice cream from your cones dripping onto your fingers, you'd hardly stopped giggling the whole morning, playing a game of I Spy with the quirky things you spotted.

"Me," Alex had said, unwrapping a finger from around his ice cream to point at a stone figurine of a cat wearing a frog hat.

You nudged him with one elbow, chasing a droplet running down your cone with your tongue. "I think you'd wear it better."

"Of course I would, I'm adorable."

This continued until you stopped at a low stone wall close to the beach, sitting and resting your feet. You'd popped the pointed end of the cone into your mouth and set your bag down, stretching and tilting your head, gasping when you nearly fell backwards. Quicker than lightning, Alex reached out to steady you, forgetting that what was left of his ice cream was still in that hand.

When the cold of it smeared your side, you instantly knew what it was. As he pulled you in closer to him, away from where you would have fallen into a bed of sea grass, you could see the realization on his face. You braced a hand on his chest, laughter bubbling from your lips. "Is your hand sticky now?"

"Yeah." He cracked a smile upon seeing that you were unbothered, fingers starting to lift from your side.

You stopped him, grabbing his arm. "Keep it there. It'll hide the stain until we get back to our room."

Alex didn't argue, reaching down to pick up your bag and sling it over his shoulder. The two of you carefully stood up, walking side by side as you crossed the street. He adjusted his fingers where they laid a few times, and you felt electric just from that. Feelings were poking through your bubble without breaking it, swirling around inside you like fairy dust. The quiet that settled between you was comfortable.

It was the stark opposite of now.

You felt dread land like a lead ball in your stomach as he turned on his side to face you, hand reaching out to brush yours. "Are you-?"

"I'm gonna go to the pool!" Plastering a smile to your face, you stood up, ignoring the flush in your cheeks when you remembered you still weren't wearing anything. Pushing through it, you ignored the slight tremble of your knees in favor of finding your suitcase on the ground and pulling out a bikini. It was the only one that wasn't drying over the edge of the bathtub, but also the most revealing one. Not helpful.

Alex sat up, not bothering to cover himself. You averted your eyes, tugging on your bottoms and beginning to tie the back. He cleared his throat once. "You're...okay, I..." You looked up, and he scratched the back of his neck.

"I'll meet you down there," you offered, brushing your hair behind your ear as a distraction and adjusting your top over your breasts. Cramming your sunglasses on your head, you met his eyes again, saw the confusion swimming in them.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Uh...yeah. Maybe."

You felt a stab of guilt. "Okay." Taking your bag stuffed with sunscreen, a towel, and a book, you padded to the door, only stopping to pick up your shorts from the clothing trail and pull them on. Slipping your feet into your sandals, you slithered out the door like a snake, feeling like one too.

All the way to the pool, your eyes stung with tears, his tone echoing in your head. Depositing your bag on the chair next to you, an automatic habit in case he came down, you drew your knees to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut. There were a million feelings blooming in your chest and they were all foreign.

That scared you.

He'd been a constant in your life forever, truly the one person you could depend on, trust. And you might have just ruined it. The thought brought forth a tear from your eye, and you just let it fall. Nobody else was at the pool, the temporary residents of the motel likely off to town for the evening.

You felt like a fisherman trying to reel in a whale. The sparks you'd always felt with Alex weren't candlelight anymore, they were a fire, and it was consuming you. For so long you'd fought it, hidden away and told yourself you were only imagining it. But the truth was rearing its ugly head, even now causing you to close your eyes as if that would make it disappear.

You couldn't love him. He was your best friend. You couldn't.

Reaching for your book, you opened it to a random page, trying to veer your attentions away from something you desperately wanted to avoid right now. Your vision was blurry, and you could hardly make out the words before you. They may as well have been in Greek.

Everything in your brain had dissipated save for seconds-long memories like a montage of what had happened. Unlocking the door. Pulling off your shirt, laughing at something he said. Going quiet when he saw you topless. Pulling you in. Lips finding yours.

"You're beautiful."

His hands skimmed the line of your panties, thumbs hooking on the edges.

You were bare before him.

So was he. He was beautiful too.

The worst part of all of it was how right it had felt. Your bodies fit like they were made to be pressed together, swelling and flattening in all the right places. His touch ruined every sensation in the world, and you wanted to feel his hands on you over and over, like rolling waves on the tide. Late at night when you were too tired to deny anything about yourself you had wondered...thoughts wandering...how would it feel to touch him that way? To kiss him?

Alex kissed like he'd been craving you, his lips practically devouring yours. He knew just where to touch you, as if you'd done this every day for years. Even though you'd been able to feel how much he wanted you, he'd kept you on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs as he kissed you long and slow and sweet.

Now you knew. But you'd likely paid the price with the person you loved most in the world.

It was sunset. The colors were streaking the sky, some heavenly being's creation to ease mortals into the night. You would have snapped a picture if you hadn't left your phone back in the motel room.

Alex hadn't appeared once since you'd come down, and ever minute without him made you feel worse. This was the longest you'd been apart since the trip had begun, including the plane ride. You always drove to the airport together since it was so far from Linfield, splitting the parking for one car. His head always found your shoulder on the plane ride, your hand clasped with his because he often grew anxious at takeoff.

Already you were mourning the loss of these memories, ones you thought would repeat themselves over and over. This could very well be your last trip together. All because you couldn't rein in your emotions after seeing how he'd looked at you when you were only wearing a bra.

It was a sour ache because he was such a fixture in your life. Alex inhabited every part of you, had worked himself into so many details of your life. He took up a good fifty percent of the pictures in your phone. You'd shopped for all your furniture together when you got your own apartment, and he helped you put it together. So many of the little trinkets in your room were things he'd gotten for you, and even the bikini you were wearing had undergone his approval before you hit purchase. Not that it mattered- whenever you sent him pictures of things, he told you you'd look good in them.

Alex Nilsen's essence was draped over every aspect of you, tangled into your mind and firmly set like a mold around your heart. It was a wonder something like this hadn't happened sooner. A part of you wished it had, because then this wouldn't hurt as much. The other part was happy you got to have every moment with him.

Tears sprung to your eyes again, but you clenched your jaw, not wanting to cry anymore. This is stupid. You haven't even talked to him, one part of your mind insisted. You buried your face in your hands, trying to keep your breathing steady. Working yourself into a panic attack wouldn't help anybody. No, you just ran away at the scene before he could get a word in.

"Hey." You looked up, a strand of hair escaping your sunglasses headband and falling into your eyes. There he was, standing in front of you in his swimsuit and short sleeved shirt unbuttoned. The one you'd sent him a picture of as a joke because it had tiny mermaids dotted all over it, but he'd ended up buying.

Both your phones were held in one hand, and he set them down by your beach bag, sitting at the edge of the chair. "Are you alright?"

Your fingers flew to the ends of your hair, twisting them. "Yeah."

Alex gave a half-smile, his eyes never leaving your face. "Me too."

He understands. You let go of a breath, and finally met his gaze. "I'm sorry I left like that."

A single nod. "I get it." He held out a hand into the space between your chairs, and you met him halfway, clasping his fingers. Even his touch comforted you, easing the sharp feeling that had been cutting slowly at your being for the past while. "I took a walk. Had some time to think about...everything."

You cast your eyes to the ground. "We don't have to play any games. If you want to forget it ever happened..."

"No." When you looked back up at him, he looked surprised. Squeezing your hand, he asked, "Is that what you want?"

"I..." you were speechless. "I just thought..."

"Why did you hook up with me if you just wanted to forget about it?" Alex's words hit you like a punch to the stomach. He let go of your hand, and you felt tears rise to your eyes all over again.

"I didn't...I don't..." you were grasping, trying to find your words. "Alex..." Taking in a shuddering breath, you felt panic begin to constrain you. As you recognized the signs, you turned away, pressing a hand flat to your chest.

He touched your shoulder. "Hey. It's okay...you're okay-" You felt a weight on your chair as he sat beside you, fingers rubbing your skin. "C'mere." You didn't resist, turning into him and hiding your face in his chest. Alex's hand pressed lightly on your back, and you were too tense for his warm touch to cause anything but comfort.

You were flushed with humiliation- in all the time you'd known him you needed less than one hand to count how many times you'd cried in front of him. He let his chin rest on the top of your head, fully engulfing you in him.

"I don't want to forget any part of you," you breathed, voice hitching. One of your cheeks was pressed to his chest, half to skin and half to his shirt, one button digging into your face. He ran his hand up your back once.

His hand was at your lower back, two fingers lingering at the waistband of your shorts, the others splayed out on your skin. Now the sky was a brilliant orange, lighting the sun's glowing path as it sunk into the earth, lighting the day of somebody else. You watched it fall over his shoulder, legs half tangled over his thigh. The sunset shadows were thrown behind you, your silhouettes intertwined in a perfect shape that imprinted on your heart.

Alex waited for you to pull back first, keeping his hands at your waist, just in case. You met his eyes. "I don't want to forget you."

His shoulders slumped, and he removed a hand from your waist to cup your cheek. Rubbing your cheekbone gently, he murmured, "I don't want to forget you either."

You shifted, half-sitting on his lap now, and he touched your thigh, tracing your kneecap with his other hand. "Look...you know me. I wouldn't hook up if there wasn't...if I didn't feel something."

There it was. That scary, indescribable sensation in your chest, that fluttered your heart like a pair of butterfly's wings. Your instinct was to shrink away, but the way he was looking at you nearly sent stars shooting just so you could wish on them.

Reaching for his hand on your knee, you squeezed it. If there had ever been anything you struggled with, it was expressing yourself in words. But he deserved to know. "I feel it too."

Alex's face brightened like a light had gone off inside him, and your heart ached. He was so eager to love you. Exhaling softly, you looked away, focusing on the fringe of your beach towel. "I just don't want to ruin anything."

"Ruin anything?" He turned your cheek so you'd look at him. "How would that ruin anything?"

"Because I love you and I don't want to lose you," you pleaded, hand finding his wrist. "If we do this and it doesn't work out, I don't want us to become strangers. I don't want to see you in a room someday and know everything about you and not be able to talk to you."

It was clear the instant realization dawned on him. Your lower lip trembled just slightly, and you squeezed your eyes shut, a single tear dropping to your thigh. Alex pulled you into him again, smoothing a hand down your hair. You wished he could iron this out the same way.

"We don't have to go there yet." His voice was quiet, subdued. Drawing back to look at you, he tucked a stray strand behind your ear, adjusting the strap of your bikini top. "Just...know that I love you. In every possible way."

The sky was golden as you leaned into him, his arm around your shoulders. You watched the sun fall into the sea, stars beginning to dot the sky like an entity threw a handful of glitter over the dark canvas.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, the salt air hazy around the space. "I love you too."

He pressed his lips to your temple.

Maybe everything would be okay.

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Hey soo uhh can I like request an Alex volkov x fem!reader?

It can be a fluff oneshot or headcanons or whatever. but here's the visual: After alex goes to pick up Ava and makes a detour to the bakery, he spots a girl preparing Josh's cake, all in her pink, cutesy world.

Alex then takes notice that it's one of Ava's friends that he's only seen like 3 times before in his life. He asks if she's going to Josh's party but she declines, saying that Josh would freak out if he saw or heard about her being at a party (let's say that the reader has been close to the Chen's for a very long time that they start considering the reader as family)

Alex pays no mind but when he starts seeing the reader pop out of nowhere almost every single day, he gets sort of attached?

and if you don't mind, if you do consider doing this request, could you make it to where reader is happy go lucky? Nice, always happy, innocent like real innocent? I'm sorry to ask this 😭 I know this is a lot. anyways have a good day!

My Only Sunshine

Requested?: yes pairing(s): Alex Volkov x gn!reader genre: fluff (may become a series) warning(s): most likely gonna become a series, so SLOWBURN slowburn (good luck), reader is too innocent for the world, mentions of reader's parents dying, alex is honestly so in love and its painful, some mentions of reader with some feminine traits, but it could be for a guy too (i think), mentions of sex, no smut, reader is a virgin, but there is still no smut, left on a cliffhanger (i may make a pt 2) summary: 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 word count: 2.3k a/n: sorry this is so late my love, but i love the request so much, and thank you for requesting. i have a lot to get out at the minute, so i may try my hardest (and sometime tomorrow i will bring back the fic i js posted of riki bc i read through it and it was shit, so i will edit it, happy days). remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (if you want i can make a pt 2 due to how it has been left on a cliffhanger)

you loved you job at ‘crumble and bake’ simply because you were such a bubbly person and you loved doing things for other people. people would usually say it’s a flaw, but you wouldn’t, you loved it.

your parents died when you were little, and after years of feeling like you were worth nothing, you finally found something that you were good at. baking. you also managed to find your people. the chen’s. ava and alex were literally like your siblings, and their dad micheal was like your own dad. you were told multiple times about a guy called alex who was josh’s best friend, but you never actually met him.

you were now working in a bakery, ava and the rest of your friends were in university chasing their dreams while you were living yours. in a small bakery in a huge city. you baked all sorts of things. cookies, cakes for birthdays and everything else, pastries, everything. business was booming and everyone loved you. you would say you had a good personality, and others said you did too.

it was pouring outside, and you were trying your hardest to hold out closing the bakery because ava said she was coming to pick up her brothers cake for the party they were having that night, but it was hours past closing time and you were freezing as well as tired. it had been a long night and you just wanted to climb into bed and watch your favourite tv show until you fell asleep.

you heard the bell of the bakery go off and you looked up from the icing on the cake you were doing for a pick up tomorrow. you saw ava and a man walk in from a car outside. you smile and say a ‘hi’ before going into the back to collect the cake, as you were walking, you could fell someone’s eyes trained on you.

you come back a few minutes later with josh’s cake in the box. the man and ava must have been having a hushed conversation, because when you came back, they both stopped and looked at you. you smile at ava and round the counter, handing her the box. you stand back and smile at the both of them. it was so discreet, you could have missed it if you weren’t looking properly, but ava nudged the man she was with.

“this is alex” ava smiles at you. ah, so the man you had never met. alex volkov.

“i’ve heard a lot about you” alex goes for a handshake, but you ignore his outstretched hand and go to hug him. he didn’t melt into the hug, but you didn’t really expect him to. but what he did do is pat your back twice, which was when you took your signal to pull away. you heard ava stifle a laugh at his face. you looked up and saw it too. clenched jaw and eyes staring miles ahead of him, a stoic façade. “oh, im sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable i just-“ you tried to explain, ava was still trying to stifle a laugh.

“its fine” the man eventually grumbled. his voice was low and he didn’t sound like it was fine, but you nodded.

you bit your lip softly in shame, ava moved the box so it was sat on her hip and patted your shoulder.

“would any of you like anything else? im about to close up” you say softly, looking between the two of them, alex’s eyes were back on you again, and you almost missed the way he had to harden them again to keep his stoic façade. you didn’t mind though.

“can i have some of those cookies jules likes? she would never forgive me if i came here and didn’t get her some” you nod and smile, going back around the counter and grabbed an already prepped bag of the cookies, you knew either ava or jules would come in today and ask for them, so you prepped them just in case. still warm.

this time, when you got back up, it was alex at the counter to pick them up. you saw ava smirking behind him. he looks back at her and she gives him a subtle nod, before he turns back around and swallows thickly.

you hand him the bag, and his fingers brush against yours. he closes his eyes and lets out a small huff. you thought you had annoyed him again until he opens his mouth and speaks.

“are you going to the party tonight?” he says, so quietly you didn’t hear at first, so you furrowed your brows. “are you” he sighs “are you going to josh’s party tonight?” he says, but this time slightly louder. ava’s smirk grew wider.

“uhm” you think, “no, josh would lose it if he ever found out i was going to a party, let alone one he was organising. plus im just gonna go straight home after closing up. its been a long week” you say. your cheeks were beginning to flush and you were beginning to ramble, this was probably the first time you were having a conversation with a man who swung your way.

he nods softly, his face never faltering from its hardness. honestly, alex would have just left it there as he assumed he would never see you again.

but when he had to take care of ava when josh was away, he found himself seeing you a lot more often, sometimes just making sure to drive past crumble and bakes on his way home so he could see you in that pretty pink apron you wore.

honestly, sometimes he even just sat there in his car and followed you home in it to make sure you got home alright that night (it was getting dark on a night and it was winter, don’t blame him for wanting to keep you safe).

he also found himself asking ava and josh more about you, just wondering what you were like. he often used the excuse that he just wanted to know to see if he could trust you with making his cake for his next birthday since the cakes you made always looked good and were always sweet (secret code for: you looked good and was always sweet).

he never showed an ounce of emotion around you though, so did he like you, did he not? of course, you were also quite interested in the big brooding man dressed in all black in the corner of your pink little bakery every so often, so you asked ava about him.

“that’s alex, of course you know his name, but not his face as you’ve never seen him before, but by the sounds of things, you’re both interested” she told you one day. interested? what? that can’t be right because he never shows any emotion around you and barely even talks to you but orders his black coffee around the same time every day, then leaving when you do.

now you think about it… maybe he could be interested, he just didn’t know how to show it! you may finally be understanding this guy. but the not showing emotion thing? what’s with that?

“how can he be interested when he barely ever shows any emotion around me, and barely ever speaks to me, apart from when no one else is out and about to ask for his coffee?” you ask, you were probably overthinking things, but you never had even spoken to a guy before, let alone one like him.

“trust me babe, he shows a lot more emotion around you than he does any of us” ava replies, holding a pink skin-tight dress up to you. you furrow your brows.

“i thought we were shopping for you?” she squint her eyes, probably trying to imagine you in the dress before putting it in the shopping basket.

“we are, but there’s a party jules is hosting soon and i want you both there so i can set the two of you up” she smiles before walking off slightly, leaving you dumbfounded, you jump back into action and follow her.

“what about josh? he’ll kill me and you and jules if he found out i was there” you protest. i mean, you hadn’t been to a party before, much less one jules was hosting, but you did kinda want to go.

“what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” ava smiled, linking your arm with hers as you continued walking.

and that conversation is what lead you here. in the skin-tight dress ava insisted she bought you, face gorgeous with make up and hair done very nicely. you were stood, holding your clutch, looking for any of your friends who had insisted you come, but instead, someone had found you.

“i thought josh said he would kill you if you were caught at a party” it wasn’t a feminine voice, nor was it a voice you recognised that well, and you recognised a voice when you heard one. you spun around and saw, the one and only, alex volkov.

“i did, but uhm, ava and jules insisted i come, so here i am” you resumed looking around for them, not really caring If you looked or sounded rude. you needed someone you knew so you could spend the night with them instead of being forced to get drunk and ending up in a stranger’s bed the next morning. you had never had sex, and you planned to keep that up until you were married or at least found the right person.

“you looking for them?” you spun back around and furrowed your brows, you couldn’t hear him over the extremely loud music. “i asked if you were looking for them” he repeated louder, “i know where they are” you nodded in response and he held out his hand for you to take.

you furrowed your brows, he told you it was so you could stay together. you hesitated but took it anyways.

his hand heavily contrasted yours, his were cold and calloused, whereas yours were soft and warm. you didn’t mind though, as with your warm hands, his hand got warm pretty fast.

he lead you to an outside area where jules, ava, stella, a very well (shitty) disguised bridget, and booth sat. ava was first to walk over to you. she smiled and welcomed you. she ushered you over to sit with the rest of the group while she stayed back to talk to alex.

it was so discrete that you almost missed it, but you could have sworn you saw his hand flex when iy let go of yours in order for you to go sit with your friends. you sat with them and jules passed you a drink which you gratefully sipped on while you watched ava whisper something to alex, who then left.

not long later, you were in need of a trip to the bathroom, and after assuring your friends you would go alone, you set off to find the bathroom. as you walked through the crowd, your clutch in hand, you noticed someone’s eyes on you. yes, there was a lot of eyes on you, but you felt a certain pair in particular that you couldn’t trace, and funnily enough, you didn’t feel uncomfortable by them.

you shook it off and went to the bathroom nonetheless. and when you came out of the bathroom, a man was stood there in the shadows. he walked out and up to you, looking you up and down.

“hi alex” you didn’t know how you managed to find your voice. the two of you were close now. you never noticed the hues of green until now. until you were both looking deep into each other’s eyes. your voice died in your throat when he cupped your face in his pale and cold hands.

initially, you flinched at the cold contact, but when your face warmed up his hand, you leaned into his touch. you almost missed the small smile on his face as you did so. you could tell he wasn’t much used to physical touch as he stiffened after a while when a frisky couple pushed past the two of you, pushing you both into the wall.

“hi” he whispered back, gently moving a strand of hair out of your face.

his body was now fully pressed against yours, his body stiff aswell as yours. you could now see every inch of his face, his sharp jaw and his colourless and emotionless face juxtaposing yours. your mouth was slightly ajar in slight shock and arousal. you had never been this close to a male before, let alone one you may be interested in.

you would be lying if you said you didn’t go to the bathroom to try and get a glimpse of alex again. you were interested in him and you wanted to know more, which you couldn’t unless he opened up to you, which, he wouldn’t.

maybe you could get ava to tell you more.

alex seemed to become more conscious of what he was doing, his body against yours and his hand on your face. he pushed away from the wall, your face became cold when he took his hand away. you closed your eyes softly, and when you opened them again, he was gone.

you sighed and pushed off the wall and made your way back to your friends. you told them you were going to head home seeing as you were still fit to drive, the only drinks you had was either water or colourful mocktails. they all nodded and you said your goodbyes before making your way outside, pushing past sweaty bodies.

you made your way out of the house, and you managed to drop your car keys, clumsy you. you crouched down to pick them up, but a hand met yours as you both reached for them, you looked up and jade green eyes were staring into yours.

[isacksteban]

Only — Fraul

Franco’s phone buzzed in his pocket just as he finished laughing at something Alex had said, his cheeks still flushed from the joke.

He casually pulled it out, glancing at the screen, but his smile quickly faded as he saw the message waiting for him, a photo of him and Alex together earlier in the day attached to it.

Bebito: Ok go fuck Alex then.

Franco’s heart stuttered. He blinked, reading the message again, hoping he had misread. He hadn't expected this reaction, not from Paul, not over something so small. The disbelief settled into something heavier as he scrolled up briefly, trying to see if there had been anything in their recent messages that could have sparked this. But there was nothing.

Another message appeared before he could even begin to think of a response.

Bebito: You want a tall, lanky man now?

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, struggling to find the right words. Paul was rarely like this. Sure, he could be protective, intense even, but he was usually so secure, so grounded. Yet every once in a while, that fierce insecurity would rear its head, and it was always so raw, so unexpected. Franco knew from experience how difficult it could be to calm Paul down once he got this way, but he also knew that ignoring it would only make things worse.

And just as he finally thought of a way to start, another notification lit up his screen.

Babito: I could lift both you and Alex.

Franco sighed, rubbing his temple as the tension began to build in his chest. Paul was muscular and strong, always quick to remind Franco just how capable he was of protecting the people he cared about. There was a certain fierceness in him that Franco adored, a passion that made him feel safe and cared for. But Paul’s jealousy — when it did flare up — was something else entirely. It was intense, like everything else about him, and it never failed to blindside Franco.

Just as Franco thought the string of messages was over, another one popped up, and his eyes widened.

Bebito: He can’t fuck you as good as I do.

Franco nearly choked, heat rushing to his face, and he stole a quick glance at Alex, who was still chuckling over something on his own phone — probably messaging Franky, who Paul had forgotten about for some reason — oblivious to the texts lighting up Franco’s screen. But the knot of tension in Franco’s chest tightened as he reread Paul’s message. He knew his boyfriend’s possessive side well, but this was on another level.

A simple media day had turned into a jealous showdown, and Franco could practically feel Paul’s grip tightening from miles away. Paul was reminding him — claiming him, really — and Franco knew the tone all too well. The guy wasn’t hurt; he was staking his territory. And as much as Franco found it intense, he also knew it wasn’t going to stop until he said something to shut it down.

“Alright, enough,” Franco muttered to himself, exasperated, as he typed, hoping a simple response would ease things before it spiraled.

Pisikene: Paul, stop. It’s nothing like that.

He watched the “typing…” bubble appear instantly, and Franco braced himself. Paul was confident, unapologetically so, and the man had a habit of making sure Franco — and anyone else within earshot — knew exactly who he belonged to. There was a possessiveness in Paul that Franco usually found flattering, thrilling even, but in moments like this, he knew he had to play his words carefully.

With a quick breath, he added another line, hoping it would bring Paul back down to earth.

Pisikene: Only you know how to make me beg.

And that seemed to work, Paul dropping it for the time being — at least until media day had finished.

“Okay,” Franco says the second they step into the loft, “now will you tell me what all this is about?”

“What all what is about?” Paul asks, crowding Franco up against the door as he speaks. Their bags drop to the ground. Paul braces one arm on the door next to Franco's face, flexing to show off his muscles in the short-sleeved shirt he’s wearing, and uses the other to ruck up Franco's shirt. He ducks his head down to Franco's neck and begins to suck a bruise into his skin.

Franco gasps, a mix of surprise and pleasure spilling from his lips as Paul's mouth works its magic on his neck.

“Paulito, wait—” but the words are more breathless than halting, an invitation wrapped in caution. Paul can read the tones of his voice effortlessly by now, has them memorised like he’s learned his favourite songs by heart. This isn’t a genuine plea to wait, and so Paul feels no need to honour it the way he otherwise would.

Paul grins against Franco's skin, feeling the way his boyfriend’s pulse races beneath his lips.

“Wait? Why would I want to do that?” He pulls back just enough to meet Franco's eyes, the playful glint in his gaze dancing with mischief. “I just want to show my boyfriend a good time, that’s all.”

Franco rolls his eyes playfully, though Paul can see the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

“Is that all? This has nothing to do with a certain conversation we had today, then?”

Paul crowds up against Franco even closer, wedging a thigh between Franco's legs.

“No,” he says, rolling his hips. “Why would a random conversation even matter? Or some stupid guy who couldn’t back off of you? That’s not important.”

“I mean, I agree,” Franco says, dick rapidly hardening against Paul's leg, “but you seem pretty worked up about it. Alex is harmless, you know that, right?”

“Stop saying his name,” Paul says, well aware that his voice comes out like a growl. He swoops in and claims Franco's lips in a passionate kiss to ensure there’s no more sassing.

Franco kisses him back, that familiar warmth flooding between them, making Paul's frustration dissolve with every sweep of their tongues. It's intoxicating, the way Franco leans into him, the way his hands find their way to Paul's hair, pulling him closer still.

“You know,” Franco murmurs against Paul's lips, breath hitching as Paul's hands roam over his sides, “jealousy can be pretty sexy sometimes.”

“Really?” Paul asks, feigning innocence, though he feels a rush of excitement at the thought. “So you’re saying I should keep making a scene whenever some Rossi wannabe gets too close?”

Franco laughs, a genuine sound that sends sparks racing through Paul's veins.

“Only if it ends like this.” He tugs at Paul's shirt, pushing it up just enough to expose more skin. His fingers dance over Paul's stomach in a teasing manner that makes Paul shiver involuntarily.

“Oh, it’s not ending like this.” Paul grinds his hips against Franco one last time, both of them groaning at the touch against their straining erections. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” Franco says jokingly, rolling his eyes before following Paul, who has his hand fisted in Franco's shirt.

Once down the hall and in front of the bed, they make quick work of shedding their clothes. Paul pushes Franco down onto the bed. He guides his hands up to the headboard, the little railing that’s perfect for holding onto during sex.

“What are you doing?” Franco laughs, the sound playful but edged with something deeper, something that sets Paul's heart racing. Fuck, he loves his boyfriend.

His boyfriend. Nobody else’s. Just his, and his alone.

“Just making sure you remember who you belong to,” Paul replies, his voice low and teasing as he hovers above Franco. The contrast of their bodies, skin against skin, ignites a fire that flares in the pit of his stomach.

Franco bites his lip, that wicked grin resurfacing as he glances up at Paul. He’s sprawled on the bed, tousled hair framing his handsome face, lips slightly swollen from their earlier kisses. It’s a look that drives Paul wild.

“Oh really? And how do you plan on reminding me?”

Paul leans in closer, their faces inches apart, and whispers, “just like this, by showing you just how good I can make you feel.” He slides his hands down Franco's arms to grasp his hips, anchoring him to the bed.

“Yeah?” Franco's voice comes out breathlessly. His hips jerk up,  as if to escape Paul's hold, but then relent, falling back against the pillows. “Like- like this?”

“Exactly like this.” Paul leans down to steal another kiss.

No, steal isn’t the right word. You can’t steal what’s already yours. 

Paul takes another kiss. 

As their mouths move together, Paul's hands explore every inch of Franco's body, fingertips trailing down his sides and across the familiar curves of his hips. He grins when Franco arches into him, a silent plea for more.

Usually, Paul would draw it out, wait until Franco is dripping with sweat and precome and absolutely begging for his release. He’s too pent up for that now, though. It’s gonna be a quick one.

Paul leans away and reaches for the lube on the nightstand. He settles on the bed between Franco's legs, spreading the lube on his fingers and pushing Franco's legs apart. They fall open obediently.

Paul doesn’t waste any time, sliding a slick finger into Franco. Franco arches into him, letting out a soft moan that sends shivers down Paul's spine. It doesn’t take much for Paul to think that Franco is ready for another finger, so he adds it, scissoring them to stretch Franco open. He’s so responsive, moaning and writhing against Paul's touch.

“More,” Franco gasps as he reaches down to stroke himself. Paul can’t resist taking over for him, wrapping his hand around Franco's cock and stroking in time with his fingers inside him.

Franco's hips thrust up into Paul's hand, seeking more friction. Paul obliges by adding a third finger and picking up the pace. He leans in to kiss Franco deeply, swallowing every moan and whimper that escapes his lips.

“Please,” Franco whimpers when they break for air. “I need you.”

That’s all the invitation Paul needs. He lines himself up and slowly pushes inside of Franco, savouring the feeling of being buried deep within him. They both let out a sigh of satisfaction as they find their rhythm together.

They move together in perfect harmony, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. It feels like coming home every time they make love, despite how many times they’ve done this before.

Yeah, this feels right. Paul and Franco. Not Franco and fucking Alex.

“You look so good for me,” Paul pants. “Fuck, you always looks so good. It’s infuriating, cause everyone sees it. Sees you. It drives me crazy.”

“I don’t care about anyone else.” Franco lets go of the headboard to place a hand around his dick, stroking it in time to Paul's thrusts.

“You’re damn right, you don’t.” Paul pushes one of Franco's legs up further. Franco takes the hint and wraps his other hand around it, keeping himself in place. The new angle causes Paul to slide in right against Franco's prostate. “Cause you belong to me , Franco. Not to anyone else.”

Franco groans, head thrown back.

“God, yes,” Franco breathes, his voice thick with need, the words dripping with a desperation that sends a rush of possessive pride surging through Paul. He loves that he gets to make Franco feel this good, that he’s the only one who has the privilege of seeing him this way. “ 'm all yours. Always have been.”

Paul feels his heart swell at the affirmation, their bodies moving in a passionate rhythm. Every thrust is a claim, every gasp from Franco ignites a fire within him, stoking the flames of something deeper than just lust. It’s love, it’s trust, it’s intimacy. It’s everything he’s ever wanted.

“Say it again,” Paul urges, anchoring himself over Franco, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat. He watches Franco's face contort in pleasure as he drives deeper, pushing them both closer to their peaks. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” Franco gasps. “Only yours.”

“Good,” Paul growls.

“Paul,” Franco's voice takes on a higher, slightly desperate pitch, one Paul knows all too well. “Paul, I’m getting close.

Paul shifts his body weight to his legs and one arm. He uses his free hand to bat away at Franco's hand, the one that’s stroking himself, and wraps his own palm against Franco's dick. Suddenly, he’s struck by the urge to be the sole cause of Franco's pleasure. To own it, even.

“Let me do it,” he says. “I’m making you feel good. Just me. All me, all mine.”

“Fuck.” Franco writhes on the mattress, as if his body is unsure if he wants to sink into it or float upwards. His newly freed hand finds purchase in the rumbled bedsheet, clinging on.

“That’s it,” Paul says, thrusting into Franco with a brutal pace, “come for me, Franco. Only for me.”

“For you,” Franco pants, “only for you.”

“You’re mine.”

“All yours,” Franco agrees, “ fuck , please.”

“Say it again.” 

“Yours, I’m yours, Paul, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me,” Paul urges, grinding against Franco's prostate unforgivingly. Franco whines, a tell-tale sign that he’s close. “All mine, come for me, give me your orgasm, come, Franco.”

Amidst Paul's mindless chatter, Franco's orgasm overtakes them both. He arches his back, clenching down on Paul as he comes. White strips paint his chest, spilling between their bodies.

It sets Paul off too, the look of pure pleasure that’s overtaking Franco. He buries himself deep inside of Franco and hides his face in his neck.

When they’re both shivering and oversensitive, Paul collapses on top of Franco, their chests heaving as they catch their breath. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Paul's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat and sex. He presses a kiss to Franco's skin, feeling him shiver at the contact.

“Fuck,” Paul mutters, still coming down from his high. “That was…”

“Amazing,” Franco finishes for him, running his fingers through Paul's hair. “As always.”

Paul lifts himself up to look into Franco's eyes, cupping his face in his hands.

“I love you.”

Franco smiles, that soft smile that makes Paul's heart skip a beat.

“I love you too.”

They share a lingering kiss before Paul untangles himself. As much as he loves basking in the afterglow, he also knows that they are mere minutes away from feeling all gross and sticky. He steps into the bathroom and wets a washcloth, returning to clean up Franco with gentle, loving touches. He wipes himself down as well, then tosses the washcloth at the laundry basket — it lands perfectly in the middle, point for Paul — and then climbs back into the bed.

Paul settles on his back, letting Franco curl into his side. Paul's arms wrap around Franco and Franco's head settles on his chest. It’s safe and warm and everything Paul could ever have asked for.

“I’m sorry I got so possessive earlier,” Paul says after a few moments of comfortable silence. “It’s just- seeing you with someone else…”

Franco runs his hand soothingly up and down Paul's bare chest. It ends up on Paul's shoulder, a comforting pressure. 

“I know, Paul. But you don’t have to worry about that. I’m yours and yours alone.”

Paul ducks his head, cheeks burning.

“I’m glad you’re mine,” he whispers into Franco's hair.

Franco nuzzles further into Paul.

“Of course I’m yours,” he replies. He presses a kiss to Paul's chest, wherever he can reach. Franco loves those kinds of touches. Sweet and tender, but also achingly casual. Just about touch and love and closeness. “All yours, Paul. Nobody else’s. And definitely not Alex's.”

“Alex who?” Paul says, blinking sleepily. 

Franco chuckles. 

“Exactly, corazón. He doesn’t matter. For me, there’s only you.”

“And only you,” Paul replies, before sleep takes them both. 

It’s only them. No Alex, no others. Nobody else.

Just them.

[aoelustious]

hamilton.exe

Aaron Burr was just trying to study. That’s it. That’s all. He had his annotated textbooks, his three mugs of black tea (no sugar, obviously), and his precisely color-coded digital folders.

He did not, under any circumstances, sign up for this.

Because when he opened his laptop at 2:13AM, there it was.

hamilton.exe

Just sitting there. Smug.

Burr stared at it like it owed him money. He did not download that. He didn’t even know what it was. He hadn’t been on anything besides JSTOR, LexisNexis, and a Discord server about contract law where no one was allowed to post memes.

And yet.

“…No,” he said aloud, closing the folder.

Four seconds later, he opened it again.

“I hate myself,” he muttered, double-clicking.

The screen went black.

Then—

It split.

One side lit up with low-res pixel art of a wild-eyed Hamilton in a hoodie, bouncing to a glitchy beat. Brown curls. Brown eyes. Faint stubble. The exact energy of a guy who’d win a Supreme Court case and then eat dry ramen as a snack.

“WHAT TIME IS IT?” the gremlin chirped. Voice too loud. Eyes too awake.

Burr recoiled.

The other half of the screen faded into gray.

There he was again. Hamilton—but not. Auburn hair slicked back neatly. Fair complexion. Violet-blue eyes that had seen things. Dressed like a 1700s trust fund ghost pretending to be a modern law student. The air around him practically whispered duel me.

“It is,” he said, voice clipped, “thesis time.”

Pop-ups began to materialize:

“You are now inside: THE HAMILTON ZONE™”

“Cite or Perish.”

“Install: Chronic Ambition.exe?”

Burr hit No. The mouse cursor turned into a quill and began furiously writing in Federalist-style prose. On its own.

“OH GOD,” Burr hissed. “I’M IN ALEXANDER HAMILTON’S HARD DRIVE.”

Gremlin!Hamilton (grinning): “Welcome! We have no sleep and too many ideas!”

Ghost!Hamilton (icy): “Finish your damn bibliography, Burr.”

The screen warped. Every document Burr had ever written opened at once. A digital avalanche of law papers, essays, old emails. They began auto-editing. Comment bubbles popped up.

“No backbone.” – Ghost!Alex

“You can’t just quote yourself in the footnotes??” – Gremlin!Alex

“Fix the passive voice before I cry.” – Both, somehow in harmony.

Burr tried to close the laptop.

It sang at him.

He threw it across the room.

It reappeared on the desk. Open. Judging him.

He pulled the plug.

It kept glowing.

The pixel-Hamiltons did a victory dance.

The violet-eyed one crossed his arms and looked deeply disappointed in Burr’s entire bloodline.

“WHY ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?” Burr snapped.

Gremlin!Alex shrugged. “Multiverse, baby.”

Ghost!Alex added, “He means fate is a fickle god and you’re the entertainment.”

“Get out of my laptop!”

“Make us,” both Hamiltons said.

It took until 3:47AM. Burr, trembling, drained, and in academic hell, finally gave up and began typing. A paper titled:

“Multiversal Identity Collapse: A Case Study in Displacement, Ambition, and Trauma Disguised As Thesis Work”

As he typed, the screen flickered.

The two Hamiltons began to dissolve. Not quite vanishing—just fading into static.

A final message scrolled across the screen.

“You did it. Good work"

—A. Ham (both of us)"

Burr stared at the screen. His reflection looked tired. Slightly broken.

He closed the laptop gently this time.

And then it dinged.

One last notification:

“Update available: jefferson.patch. Install now?”

He screamed.

[a-is-away]

chapter 5: no one like you

summary: in which eddie smokes and alex writes a song.

warnings: strong language/swearing, tobacco use, shirtless! eddie, classicism, alex's mom is a bitch, flirty! steve, jealous! eddie

part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/a-is-away/778918955907678208/chapter-4-for-whom-the-bell-tolls?source=share

[alex.]

THE WEEKEND HAD been uneventful. nothing but reading up on colleges to apply to in a few months after my gap year, working at family video, and worrying about eddie. those were my most common to-dos on any given weekend, anyhow. my mind kept floating back to saturday morning. i wondered whether or not harrington’s senseless flirting hurt him in some way, and it had slowly been eating at me. i found myself distracted at work, eyes drifting to steve while i was lost in thought. he would always give me a presumptuously flirty look in return, and i’d run off and find something else to do.

maybe that’s why i turned our go-to radio station up a little louder than i liked and sat outside of eddie’s trailer ten minutes earlier than expected. i drummed my fingers nervously on the steering wheel and peered out into the trailer park. the wide gravel driving path cleaving the couples acres of grass, sprawling towards the woods that kept the trailer park contained. there were almost all single wides with some rv’s scattered here and there. there were the occasional fenced in areas, housing independent sheds or dogs, or, in the munsons’ case, a white and green striped van with the hood popped and an under-the-car roller left beside it. i always found his trailer homey. at least, it felt more like home than mine. no disapproving looks from my mother or empty chairs where my father was supposed to be. with trashcans outside and a couch on the front porch, i felt the childhood memories soaked into the very bones of the trailer. 

the time ticked on while i waited for eddie. my shift didn’t start for at least a couple of hours so i didn’t mind waiting, but i was worried he’d be late. he never cared much for school, always had trouble focusing in class or turning in homework assignments. it’s why he had repeated senior year, now, a third time. i picked at my nails. he was so genuinely brilliant, it never made sense to me that he’d flunk out a second time. if he had just applied himself…

i groaned. i sounded like a school counselor. or, worse, my mother. i hated the resentment that bubbled up whenever i thought about how we could be going to college together right now or working together somewhere in the city if he hadn’t just showed up to class more or actually did the work. before my thoughts could continue down my own frustrated tailspin, mr. munson’s truck pulled into the drive beside mine. i decided i’d try and talk to him (i did always love our short but sweet conversations) but i’d make it quick, seeing as he did just come back from the night shift at the plant. i stepped out of the car onto the grass just as he got out of his truck. he looked confused for a second when he saw me, but then settled into recollection.

“hey, mornin’, alex,” he said, his southern drawl heavy and like molasses. i heard a bit of southern accent in eddie’s voice after he had a long conversation with his uncle. 

“good morning, mr. munson.” i shut my door and walked around the front of my car, giving him a handshake. his white wifebeater was slightly dirty with his light blue over shirt in a bit more spotless state. he had an old blue ballcap on, shading his eyes. “i’m here to pick up eddie for school. he hasn’t made it out yet.”

he huffed in thought for a second, locking his truck door then heading towards the trailer. i followed behind him at a reasonable distance. “he has a habit of sleeping in, but i’m sure you knew that.” he took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, pulling one out then slipping the box back inside in a habitual manner. he began to climb the steps as he pulled out a lighter from his pants pocket and lit his cigarette. his heavy workboots sounded out against the porch and i just patiently waited and watched him. my mother always taught me to never go into anyone’s house uninvited. smoke plumed from his lips, turning to me and giving a hint of a smile. his eyes creased in the same way eddie’s did. “you can come on inside, i’ll go check on him.” he took out his keys with the cigarette perched in his mouth, sliding it into the lock. i followed him inside, wiping my feet on the doormat inside. 

the curtains were drawn on the windows and it felt slightly warmer inside than on the outside, like the house was an oven that soaked up the early morning sun. mr. munson took his hat off and placed it on one of the hooks pinned to the wall, filing it in with the rest of the collection. i had been here quite a few times when mr. munson wasn’t home, always telling my mother i was somewhere else entirely. eddie and i would watch movies or i’d watch him write songs (occasionally suggesting a lyric here or there) while i read or worked on homework. we had many failed study evenings, starting off strong then spiraling into making brownies at three in the morning or coming up with even more backstory for my hellfire character. this year i would be playing an elven assassin-thief with daggers as her weapon of choice. i was so excited for the new campaign, i knew eddie had been working hard on it, day and night.  

i followed mr. munson further into the house, shutting the front door behind me. “eddie, i’m back,” he called into the trailer. 

“hey!” i heard eddie call from the bathroom. at least he was alive. just taking fucking forever. 

“your friend is here,” mr. munson replied, letting some of the smoke out into the house. he opened the window in their kitchen, flicking some of the ashes out on an ash tray on the window sill, then opening the fridge and rummaging around inside. 

“what?” eddie called, the bathroom door opening and steam billowing out from down the hall. i saw him coming around the corner before he saw me, a towel slung low on his waist and his hair slightly frizzy and wet on the ends. “do you mean-” he saw me then. his mouth hung open, though no words came out, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. 

it’s not like i had never seen eddie shirtless before. we had went to the hawkins public pool over the summer when it wasn’t too busy (he hated every moment of it) and i had seen him in only black swim trunks then. maybe it was the towel or his new tattoo swirling across his chest or the pure lack of preparation to see him shirtless that i froze when he did, like a bird seeing its own reflection. he looked… good. not too carved or formed like some of the guys i knew, but rather, steady and lean; weight in the right places and bulk where you wouldn’t think there would be any. his tattoos looked, admittedly, way cooler when you could see them all together, like a collage of ink and ivory, hand crafted by his own mind and the tattoo artist’s talent.

i continued to stand frozen, opening my mouth to say something but shutting it before something stupid spluttered out. “hi,” i eventually choked, waving sheepishly. christ above, what was my problem? 

“shit!” he cried, snapping out of his daze and covering his chest with his arms.“why are you in here?”

“mr. munson let me in!” i yelled back, defensively. 

“a warning, next time!” 

i saw mr. munson’s shoulders rise and fall as he let out a sigh, accompanied with a swirl of smoke. “i did, kid.” 

“i’ve been waiting outside for ten minutes, eddie,” i said, nearly spitting the words out. 

“you have?” he said, looking at the clock that hung on the wall in their living room. “oh, shit!” he took off down the hall, “i’ll be ready in two minutes!” he yelled back.

i couldn’t help but laugh when i heard his door slam. mr. munson stood up to his full height, stretching his back slightly and taking his overshirt off. he tossed it onto the counter, then set out some leftovers. i saw a glimmer in his eye while he continued his daily routine, not paying me much mind.

it was actually three minutes when eddie practically dashed to meet me. “i am so sorry, dude,” he said, grabbing his back pack from the countertop and smiling at his uncle. “have a good night?” he asked.

“yeah,” he said, nodding his head. “y’all have a good day, now. when you coming back?”

“not ‘til after you’ll be gone,” eddie replied, taking an apple from a bowl on the countertop and his lunchbox as well. 

mr. munson gave eddie a look they’d only understand, as he was a man of few words, and said, “well, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“see you,” eddie said, opening the door and escorting me outside.

“goodbye, mr. munson,” i smiled and waved at him, and he nodded his head in reply. 

we stepped back outside into the humid indiana air, eddie taking the lead back to the car. he made his way over to my side and waited for me to unlock it, then opened the door for me in a rather gentlemanly manner. he often reminded me chivalry wasn’t dead when the chivalrous man wasn’t busy being an asshole. 

i gave him a shy smile and climbed back in, cranking up the car while he got in and threw his lunch box and backpack in the backseat. i decided to throw the top down to air out the tension lingering in the car and to help dry eddie’s mess of curly black hair. he scrunched and ran his fingers through it, getting comfortable in the passenger seat. 

i began to pull out of the front yard, watching mr. munson’s truck carefully as to not hit it. “how was the weekend?” i asked, making small talk which normally would plunge us into a much deeper and more meaningful conversation. 

“well, you see,” he started, turning towards me in the car, crossing his ankle over his knee. “i went to band practice at gareth’s after i left saturday, and guess what our next performance is.” 

“oh, do tell,” i asked him, excited. i loved the rush of the corroded coffin concerts. although the crowd was never huge, they still played with the energy of a stadium show. although i never knew more about instruments than a bit of piano from lessons i took when i was a kid, i knew that eddie was a real talent. 

“a battle of the bands,” eddie gestured with his hands in a grand statement. 

“a… what?” i asked him, confused. 

“well, it’s this new thing from new england or somewhere, they have a bunch of different bands all competing to be the best. there’s judges and you have like a one-song set to prove you’re the best of everyone there.”

my eyes widened, although i kept them on the road. “you’re joking, that sounds-”

“perfect! it’s so perfect for us. we’ve got that drive y’know? that passion!” he said hyperbolically. “to the death!” he cried. 

i couldn’t help but laugh in a similar pitch to his outburst. “to the death!” i yelled back.

“only problem is,” he sighed then slumped a bit back in his seat, “we need a song. a good one.” he rested his head against the headrest, his long black hair draping over it. “and i’m out of ideas.”

“aw, come on, there’s no way you’re just out of ideas,” i said. he was brilliant. always thinking. “you’re just trying too hard to think of something good so you’re ignoring all of your good ideas.”

“my head feels like a rotted lemon,” he grasped the two sides of his head. “there’s nothing in here! i’ve written every good song i’ll ever write!”

“oh, stop being dramatic. just spitball things and pick what sticks,” i replied, shoving his shoulder. 

“you’re my idea girl, alex! all of our best songs came from your ideas, just vomit some stuff out.”

“it doesn’t work like that,” i said. “besides, you transform the ideas. no one wants to be the idea guy.”

his gaze peered out of the window, “yeah, right,” he said. he lifted up in his seat a bit, pulling out a cigarette case from his back pocket. “do you mind?”

the wind whistled in our hair. “go ahead.” eddie grinned at me and stuck a cigarette in between his lips and carefully lit it with a lighter, blocking the wind from the flame with his ring-clad hand. i watched him breathe it in, then pop it out and breathe out the smoke above us, the white cloud getting whisked away by the wind in moments. i wasn’t a smoker; my mother had a nose like a hounddog and could smell it on me so i figured it wasn’t worth the hassle to cover it in perfume. i watched as eddie breathed the cigarette with an underlying coolness and routine. i wondered for a moment, then asked; “could i try?”

he sat up straight, “are you sure?” he held the cigarette between his index and middle finger, holding it out to me.

“why not?” i was nineteen years old, i should damn well be able to try a cigarette. i took it from him, holding it with a slight poise. “how do i…”

eddie suppressed an obvious laugh. “well, you just put it to your mouth, and breathe in. not rocket science.”

i glared at him as i met my pointer finger and thumb to my mouth, breathing in the cigarette. suddenly, a sharp and smoky pain hit the back of my throat. i felt like i had been standing in front of a bonfire for too long, but with an intensity stronger than i had ever felt. it was hot, scratchy, and i immediately coughed, wheezing out anything i just breathed in. i couldn’t stop hacking as i shoved it back at eddie, the smoke taste not leaving my mouth.“christ, eddie-”

he only laughed at me, taking the cigarette back and cackling when he went to take another puff. “i asked if you were sure,” he laughed. 

“that’s fucking awful,” i said, holding the back of my wrist to my mouth. i took some deep breaths to try and wash the smokey feeling away, but everytime i took a breath in i felt like coughing again.

he shrugged, “at some point you get used to it, then the relief kicks in.” 

i huffed, “how long does it take you to smoke one of those anyways?” 

he thought for a moment, the cigarette perched in his mouth. “about five or six minutes, depending on how long you want it to last.”

a whiff of an idea swam in my brain. “five or six minutes?”

“yeah,” he said, peering over at me, “what are you thinking?” he could always read my mind.

“i think i just figured out your song.”

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

“yeah, mom, i’ll just be late tonight,” my finger twirled around the cord of the phone in the family video office. steve and i were closing tonight and gareth would be driving eddie to pick me up from work. eddie wanted me to come to band practice. apparently, he was so enraptured with my idea that he wanted me to pitch it to the band myself and help cook up some song together. i didn’t get it, but i like everyone in corroded coffin, so what was one night out? 

“alright, sweetie. with who?” 

my breath hitched for a moment. i hated lying, but she would be pissed if she knew i was hanging out with eddie. 

“just… steve,” i let my mouth overwhelm the debate in my mind. well, it wasn’t a total lie. 

“steve? as in robert harrington’s boy?” i heard warmth in her voice.

“yes, my coworker,” i finished, “we’re just going to go to the movies after work. nothing crazy.”

i sat perched on the desk and i heard steve’s footsteps sound from outside the open office door. i looked at him and gave him a half-enthusiastic wave. 

“that is a fine young man,” she said. i heard a swirl of alcohol on her voice. “i much prefer him over that trailer trash you hang out with,” she said. it felt as though the wind was knocked out of me. humiliation and pure anger rose up in my chest and i opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. i felt like a gasping fish.

“mom-,” i sputtered out.

“oh, alexandra, don’t start with me. i’m just glad to hear you’re picking better company,” she said. 

“mom, eddie is not-” i felt the heat rise in my chest again. my face grew hot. 

“alexandra. i do not want to hear it.” i did not challenge her. 

“yes, mom.”

i heard ice cubes clinking in a glass, then she said, “good. be home at a reasonable hour.”

i felt two feet tall. i hung up without another word. how could she be so cruel? before my thoughts could spiral further, i heard footsteps down the hall.

“using the company landline for personal calls? that’s a swift way to get in trouble with the big man,” harrington said, walking and leaning on the doorframe. 

“he’ll never know,” i put the phone back on the receiver and stood up from the desk, walking to him. my breathing had steadied, and i put on a charming smile for my company. “you finish sweeping?” i asked. 

“you got it. you ready to head out?” he stood up straight then took off his vest. i took off mine as well, resting it on my arm. 

“i’m ready to get the hell out of here, yeah,” i said, clocking out in the employee locker room located around the corner from the office. “you have any fun monday night plans?” 

he stalked over to one of the lockers, opened it, threw his vest inside, and took out a jean jacket. “i thought we were going to the movies?” he gave me a smirk, coupled with his signature steve harrington bedroom eyes. i found my words stuck in my throat. i felt trapped under his gaze and slightly… fluttery? 

“oh, you know i was just-”

“yeah, yeah,” he shut his locker, his bedroom eyes fading but his smirk still lingering on his lips. “don’t worry. i know our first date will come eventually.”

i laughed as he did, the running joke lingering in the air like a freshly sprayed perfume. “you keep dreaming, romeo.” i closed my locker with my jacket and purse in hand, making my way to the front of the store. steve had the keys in hand and he followed close behind. i could see two parked cars outside, one with its lights on and the other without. the car that was turned on was parked on the far side of the parking lot near the street, while the other was in front of the door; steve’s bmw. as i opened the door, the sound of blaring metal music drifted through the air from the parked car. 

“that’s my ride,” i told him, waiting for him to lock the door. he clicked the lock and removed the keys, handing them to me. i was opening the next morning, so i was on key duty. he eyed the car carefully.

“alright, you get home safe, okay? can’t close this place up without you,” he said, his distracted gaze peering over my head for a few moments. 

“you do the same,” i said. i gave him a smile and he returned one. as i began walking to the car, eddie opened the passenger car door and stood up. the music quieted down from the inside. i watched eddie and steve now watching each other like feral barn cats in each other’s territory. oh, geez. “hey, eddie,” i said, playfully punching him in the stomach. 

“hey, alex,” he returned. 

“could you two please cut it with the dick swinging contest?” i asked, opening the back seat. 

eddie choked on nothing and blubbered out, “what? we are so not-”

“yeah, you are, get in the damn car,” i reach through the backseat and yanked eddie back by his denim vest. “i know you hate him but as i’ve said, i work with him, can’t really avoid him.”

i heard eddie murmur something under his breath like “asshole” and turned the music back up. 

“hey, gareth,” i smiled at him as he began to drive out of the parking lot, “how’s it going?”

“good, eddie’s been driving me up the damn wall about this song. it better be good,” gareth teased. i swallowed my denial only for eddie to erupt from the passenger seat.

“it’s amazing. she already even has an idea for the hook, i cannot wait for you to hear it!” he grabbed gareth’s arm, shaking it a little bit and grinning back at me. the drive back to gareth’s house was short, filled with ear-drum rattling levels of music. tonight the album of choice was led zeppelin iii, bringing it back to the originals. i didn’t mind the loud music tonight, seeing as it was drowning out the anxious thoughts in my head. unfortunately, when we finally reached the house, i felt as if my ears were actually bleeding. okay, so maybe it wasn’t a win-win for all of us. the night had completely consumed the sky leaving it an inky black with speckles of stars littered throughout. i stepped out of the car and just stared at the all consuming night, searching about for constellations.

i didn’t hear or see eddie walk up next to me, but i felt his presence beside me. “hey,” i said. 

“whatcha staring at?” he asked, craning his neck upwards to meet my gaze. 

“just the stars,” i told him. i looked down at eddie, tracing his facial features with my eyes. the slope of his nose and soft cheeks. he returned my stare.

“yeah? anything else?”

“nothing much,” i nudged him with my shoulder. i looked back up at the sky. “i’m not sure about all this. what if they don’t like it? or they’re just playing along because we’re friends?” i held my arms in the cooling night air.

“they wouldn’t,” he said, holding the tops of my hands in comfort. “besides, the song idea is great. you know how much of a hardass i am on music. i wouldn’t say it was a good idea if it wasn’t.”

i nodded. i began to feel better, and before i could say anything else, i heard gareth call from the garage, “hey dipshits, are you guys going to stare at the sky all night or are we going to write some music?” 

“coming!” we both said in unison. he gave me a reassuring smile, and i smiled back. 

in the garage, we all sat in a circle around the instruments that had been tuned and ready for a session. gareth had passed out drinks and they all looked at eddie and i, expectantly. 

“so,” eddie began, “alex has got this idea and i think it’s so perfect for the battle of the bands. tell it,” he said, all four pairs of eyes landing on me.

“you know how long it takes to smoke a cigarette?” they all mumbled an affirmative answer. “what if you guys did a song where, when the song starts, you light a cigarette on stage, and you keep playing the song until it’s totally done?”

i expected them to all roll their eyes or groan, but they looked quizzical, eyes on the floor or up in the air, imagining. “i like it, it’s very metal,” gareth said, “but we don’t smoke.”

“but eddie does,” i said, “and you won’t have to smoke it you just have to act like it.”

gareth looked to jeff, who was the next to speak. “what would it sound like?”

before i could look to eddie for help he replied, “it would have a killer and catchy refrain that we’d keep playing until it was over. in fact,” he looked back at me, “she had an idea for it.”

“oh, it’s stupid,” i said. their eyes were trained on me, waiting for something. anything. i felt like a fish again, stammering out an answer. “well, i’d feel stupid singing it solo.” eddie grabbed his guitar and a pick from his pocket and strummed the guitar once. he began playing some thumpy melody, and i slapped my leg along with it. it had a two clap-one clap repeating beat, and i started to sing. “cause she’s like brimstone, fire; she’s my one desire,” my voice was shaky but i tried to add some spice to it like it was an actual metal song. it repeated and i saw the guy’s faces light up. it made sense to them suddenly. gareth stood and took his place on the drums, mimicking the beat i had laid down on my leg. it was rather simple but he embellished with cymbal clashes and kept the beat going with the bass drum. he sped it up from my initial refrain, making it sound more, well, metal. i kept repeating the line as one by one, eddie stood up and assumed his position as the front man, jeff played the rhythm guitar and played some power chords while brian matched the bass drum’s thumping repetition. 

i stood up as eddie pushed the mic towards me slightly, inviting me to join him. “cause she’s like brimstone, fire; she’s my one desire,” i repeated. “we need more words,” i said to him. 

“burned so bright but killed me slowly,” eddie started. his singing voice was so much different than his speaking voice: croaky like he hadn’t slept in years but deep and brash. he sounded like metal; i supposed that was the point. i could see him thinking of the next line, “got me hooked until i couldn’t breathe.” 

he kept thinking, then an idea popped into my head, “she was my cigarette and i knew it.” he grinned at me with a hint of shock laced in his eyes. he nodded. keep going, he seemed to tell me. eddie started a lick of some kind, playing some notes and stepping back from the mic a bit. 

“burned her touch into my skin,” i sang, the words flowing from some unknown well deep inside me, “should’ve listen when they told me…” i thought, and unable to come up with a good or clever line, i sang out, “that smoking will kill you dead.” i shrugged my shoulders in a laugh. the lyrics were as ridiculous as i felt, but when i saw eddie’s impressed grin i couldn’t help but feel like i belonged here, in this moment. 

he took over for the pre-chorus. “no i can’t breathe without her.” i repeated after him in the same way, he took it back over and our voices began to overlap each other until he burst out, “cause she’s like brimstone, fire, she’s my one desire!”

“no, i can’t breathe without her,” i sang after him in the background. he repeated the same words back to me about brimstone and fire. he kept going until gareth began halving the beats in a crescendo and the whole band stopped, eddie and i both yelling, “she’s my one desire!”

he slid down on his guitar and the band continued like normal, the song building towards some resolution once again. “nicotine and smoke rings, get me high then leave me to dry, wanting her more and more,” i sang, looking at eddie to finish it. 

“she’s like a firebird up from the ashes,” he looked at me like he meant that for me, “i watch her while she takes out her box of matches,” he trailed off, thinking, and i picked up the lyric.

“and lights me on fire!” we swung back into the chorus, repeating the brimstone and fire line over and over, until the drums swelled and eddie took over on a guitar solo. he was incredibly talented, plucking the strings like they were words he was stringing into a poem.

“she’s my one desire!” i shouted when he was finished. the rest of the band picked up on how the lyrics had run out, and eddie and i grinned at each other.

“holy shit,” he said, swinging his guitar onto his back and pulling me into a celebratory embrace, “you fucking genius!”

“where the hell have you been hiding her?” gareth yelled, riled up. i grinned at everyone while eddie kept his arm around my shoulders. i couldn’t believe it. they liked it; better yet we made it a whole fucking song.

“somewhere in a deep dark cave. made sure you creeps couldn’t get to her,” he ruffled my hair and i bit my lip. 

“c’mon, he’s the real genius,” i said sheepishly. “so, i think you guys would just repeat the brimstone and fire line until the cigarette was out,” i said, “then you’d like throw the cigarette down and put it out with your shoe and that would be the end of the song.”

“what do you mean ‘you’?” jeff asked, stepping away from his position. “you’ve got to sing it with us.” my stomach dropped. the implications of being in corroded coffin were intense and maybe too much. god, if my mother knew i was in a metal band, especially with eddie…

“oh, i don’t-” i started.

“the song is yours,” eddie said, “you need to perform it with us. it won’t have that fire without you.” 

i felt my face go warm and my heart clench. i hesitated. “well,” i said, contemplating. “i mean, one performance can’t hurt, right?”

eddie grinned and grasped me tighter. “fuck yeah!” he pulled out his cigarette case, slipping one out from the inside. “you gotta start learning how to smoke one of these, though.” he placed it in my mouth. 

“alright,” i returned, taking it out and twirling it in my palm, “but you’ve got to share it.”

he smiled. “fine by me.”

“alright, from the top,” jeff said, handing me a sheet of paper with words scribbled on it. i gave him a quizzical look and he returned, “i knew you wouldn’t remember the lyrics so i wrote them down. we gotta practice if this is our battle of the bands song.”

i nodded. reading the lyrics again, gareth counted us in.

“one, two, three, four!”

a/n: yes i did in fact write a whole song for this. so. copyright a-is-away bitches. also erm actually 🤓☝️ the class of rogue was known as thief in the 1st edition of dnd sooo

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/a-is-away/778657655075094528/chapter-1-i-think-were-alone-now?source=share

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/a-is-away/778730940998500352/chapter-2-road-to-nowhere?source=share

part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/a-is-away/778843558479380480/chapter-3-hold-the-line?source=share

[doodling-doodle]

Hey

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Do the most angty angst you can muster

Oh Kings

is this a threat or a challenge to make you cry?

Well, ask and you shall receive.

(WARNINGS: Severe injury, coma, medical inaccuracies, amnesia, graphic death/murder, disassociation, breakdowns, mental health struggles)

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"Price! Come on, stay with me!" Kyle yelled as his eyes rolled back, his grip going lax.

"We need medivac, now!"

They had to wait almost thirty minutes for the evac, and both Kyle and Soap were covered in blood. The medics struggled to get Price stable while they flew back to base. It felt a lot longer. It was all just a blur now.

Soap was changing out of the blood soaked clothes, but Kyle was sitting in the hospital room with Price, hoping he would wake up from surgery. He was shot in the lung, lower abdomen, and shoulder.

The doctors said that it didn't look good.

He just felt... numb right now. Completely numb. Alex was on his way from a mission with Graves, who was probably freaking out right now.

He waited there for three hours, and Ghost, Soap, Laswell, Alex, Farah, and Graves all got there.

Graves was laying next to Price, curling up and holding onto him as if John would hold him back.

Laswell was on the other side of the bed, holding his hand while sobbing quietly.

Ghost was standing behind soap, who was just looking at him blankly.

Farah was sitting next to Alex, whispering something in Arabic while crying.

Alex was holding onto Kyle, tearing up while Kyle just leaned on him, still covered in blood, blankly staring into the distance.

No one spoke. They were just waiting for him to wake up...

Which he did.

"Johnny?!" Graves yelled when he felt him shift, sitting up, "Bear?!"

John held onto his arm, looking around the room, smiling at all of them, and Laswell let Kyle go in front of her to speak to him while Graves cuddled into John, resting his head on his chest.

"Dad...?" Kyle asked quietly, holding his arm.

John smiled up at him, but he shakily pointed to his clothes on the floor, to his jacket.

Kyle picked it up, "What is it?" He asked, looking back at John.

He tried to reach out to him, but...

His hand dropped, eyes rolled back, and the heartbeat monitor flatlined.

Phil, who was still laying on John's chest, head against his heart, screamed, and Ghost quickly pulled him away from John's body, and they all left the room as the nurses ran in.

Alex pulled Kyle to the waiting area, sitting him down while he clutched the jacket in his arms, face blank, while they heard Phil screaming and crying about how he needed to be with John, how he needed to go back, telling Ghost to let go of him.

They just sat there, and Kyle eventually started going through the jacket pockets, finding envelopes, all with names: Simon, Johnny, Kate, Philip, Alex, Farah, and Kyle.

He put the others down, and he opened his, seeing in big letters, "Do not open unless Johnathon Price is missing, dead, or dying."

He shakily opened it, still just feeling numb about it.

"Kyle Garrick,

I am so proud of you. More than you know. Ever since Piccadilly, I knew you were special. But that you needed someone to help you. And I hope that I've done that.

The day you called me 'dad' was one of the best days of my life. And I guarantee that Pops is the same, and the same for Mum. But I love you like my son. You will always be my son.

You brought so much light into my life. A bubbly, bright light of joy was brought into my life.

I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry that this happened. I know that it will not be easy. But know that I will always be here. Even if I'm dead, I will always be here for you.

You're the captain now. I know you are so young, but I trust you to keep the team going, and make it work.

Just stop Makarov for me. Stop him and Sheperd for me. And make sure that they will never come back.

I love you.

-Dad"

He felt a tear roll down his face, onto the letter, and Alex held his hand while he put his own letter away.

"You should know that he threatened me if I didn't take care of you." Alex said, which made him chuckle slightly, but he just looked at the ground, and he picked up the jacket again, feeling his dog tags in his pocket.

He heard someone walk up to them, and then the others, along with Phil's sobbing, and his arms around him.

"What's going on?" Farah asked.

"We stabilized him. however, we had to place him in a coma. We don't know when he'll wake up."

He couldn't hear it anymore. he tuned everything out, and the next thing he knew, he was back in front of John, Phil back cuddling with him...

He was going to get his revenge. He would make Price proud. He would do it. He may not be a proper captain, but he was now.

He looked at the dog tags in his hand, and he slipped the Tags off the chain, and took his own chain to slip them on, along with several other tags of dead friends.

He was getting revenge. Dad wanted him to get revenge.

He would do it by himself.

That night, he went out to the helipads, with only a suppressed shotgun, pistol, and knifes. The chopper had even more. It was Nikolai's, after all.

He was dressed in full black. Jeans, shirt, hat, gloves, mask and tac gear. He wouldn't likely be easy to see.

He got in the chopper, and sat in the pilots seat, sighing slightly. It was Nikolai's stealth bird. He knew how to fly it, but he was worried that he'd be caught.

But he doubted it.

He quickly got set up and got off the ground, flying to where the Konni base was. Where his Dad was shot.

It took a few hours, but he saw it. He saw very few lights on.

He didn't know how long it would take. But everyone there would die. And he would find Makarov.

He landed on a helipad by the water, and he walked the rest of the way to the base, where he could get in through the secret bunker door and kill off most of the people in it.

He snuck in, immediately seeing two guards at the door and shooting them both in the chest, where Dad was shot.

He stood as they fell, trying to reach for their radios as their lungs filled with blood quickly.

"Fuck off." He said quietly, finishing them off by slitting their throats.

He slowly moved out of the room, moving down the hall, going through another door to a security room. Perfect.

He pulled out the shotgun, closing the door before shooting all three people, making sure all of them were dead with a shot to the head.

He checked the cameras, seeing at least twenty in the halls and another security room across this level of the base.

"Alright, then." He said, picking up one of the rifles from a dead guard, and putting a suppressor on it.

He quickly turned off all the camera's before leaving the room, setting it on fire before closing the door.

He found someone alone in the hall, and he stabbed him in the back, where Price was shot from the front, then slitting his throat.

"Fuck you." He whispered as he moved on, going to a bigger area, where there were five. It hurt, but he had to make this one quick.

He took out the rifle, and quickly shot them all in the head, moving on and stepping over the bodies.

There were three more people in the next room, and he slit one's throat, and shot the other two in the head.

"Lights out."

He got to the security room, seeing for more people, and shot them all in the head before going to check the cameras. More on the other side of the hall.

He turned the camera's off, and he went over to shoot them all in the head.

"Never fuck with me." He said, going to the next level of the base.

There were three people in that room, and he shot all three in the neck with his pistol before stabbing them all in the chest.

"Sleep."

He moved to the next room, seeing another five people. He took his rifle, shooting all of them before they noticed him. He shot them all in the head again to make sure.

"Fuck. You."

There were ten in the briefing room. And he took a stun grenade from a dead body to toss it in the room to clear it out without anyone shooting back.

"Go to hell." He took all the intel in that room. "All of you."

He went to what looked like a common room, and he killed all ten in the room while they weren't even armed. They didn't have time to scream. He shot all of them in the head before leaving.

"Don't wake up."

He found the security room, and killed the one person in there before checking the cameras. One more. One more floor that was the least protected.

"Perfect."

He went to the upper level, and he killed the four that were in the first room. In the stomach, then the lungs, then the head.

"None of you deserve to live."

He moved on, seeing empty halls as he dragged blood through them. He felt most of the drops on his face drying, his mask and gloves soaking through to his skin.

There were three more in the briefing room there, and he took his shotgun to kill them all. Gone in seconds.

"Almost."

He went to the last security room, and killed two and kept the last alive. He tied him up, shooting him in the knee.

"Where's Makarov?" He asked calmly.

"Ah, back for revenge, eh? What happened to your little capt-"

He shot him again, hearing him scream. His face was blank.

"Where. Is. Makarov?"

"Why should I-"

Another shot to the other leg.

"Where. Is. Makarov?"

"You-"

Another shot.

"Tell. Me. Where. Makarov. Is."

"It- He's in his base in Moscow."

"Thank you." He took out a piece of paper and a pen, "Location. Now."

He wrote down the coordinates, which Kyle took and looked over before putting it in his pocket.

He slit his throat before walking out.

It was the dead of night when he got there...

It was sunset now.

it felt like no time had passed. But he had been there to kill everyone for at least thirteen hours.

But there were more.

And he was done.

He just went through the catwalks and balconies, and he just killed all of them. Blood. Nothing but blood and bodies were around.

He had stabbed so many of them, he didn't know if some was his blood or not.

He saw a Chopper in the distance.

But he stayed on the mission. He killed the rest, and he heard yelling in the distance.

Everyone looked the same. Faceless.

And he found another.

"Kyle, Stop!"

He barely turned at the voice, and he felt someone taking his guns from him, and he wrestled with them for it back.

"You all can just GO TO HELL-!"

"Kyle, it's me!"

He opened his eyes, and he saw the face of a terrified Alex taking his gun and holding his face.

He felt him wipe the blood away, holding him against his chest, rocking him gently.

"Kyle, its me... it's Alex, okay? I'm here, honey... I'm here."

He felt the numbness slightly melt into confusion, fully feeling the blood caked on his face and clothes.

"How did you find me?" He asked quietly, now registering another emotion for the first time in almost 48 hours. Sadness. Up until then, all he had been feeling was panic, anger, confusion, and complete numbess.

"You have a tracker in your radio." Laswell said as she walked up, "we pinpointed it."

He was still pressed against Alex's chest, eyes filling with tears.

"You scared us all, brother." Farah said as she walked up, "why did you do this?"

"Dad wanted me to stop Makarov."

"Kyle-"

"I have his location. I'll put together a briefing and we'll all go this time but I am killing Makarov alone."

"You can't make that call." Laswell said.

"I am the captain now. Dad made me the captain. I am in charge. Whether you like it or not. I am making sure we stop them..."

He didn't know how he kept his voice from wavering, still being rocked back and forth by Alex.

Laswell sighed, looking away and shaking her head, "Fine." She said, "Get back to the heli, Nik is taking the other one back."

Alex held onto him as they walked to the chopper, seeing that he was fully numb, eyes glazed over, and face blank.

He gently rocked Kyle as they flew back to base, hoping to keep him calm, to get him out of his daze.

Once they got back, Phil jumped towards Kyle holding him tight.

"You scared me to death! Kyle, why would you do this?!"

"Dad wanted me to get revenge..."

"You should've gotten someone to go with you, you could've died! I can't lose you and John, Kyle...! I can't..."

he didn't respond. The next thing he knew, he was back in his and Alex's room, and Alex was getting the blood off of him.

He didn't know what to do now. It finally clicked that he was probably going to lose his dad. He might lose his Pops with it, and his mother...

It was Makarov's fault.

It was his fault...

It wasn't him, he didn't pull the trigger...

But what if he got there faster? What if he took the bullet instead?

Maybe that would've been a better outcome...

"It's been a long time, Kyle." Alex said, kneeling in front of him, unlacing his boots and gently pulling them off, "have you eaten? Or slept?"

He shook his head.

Alex nodded, getting him changed into something more comfortable, and kissing his forehead, "I'm going to go to the mess, get you something to eat. Then your going to get some sleep, okay?"

He nodded.

"Okay." Alex kissed him again, walking out to quickly go to the mess hall.

He wanted Dad.

He finally felt tears welling up, along with sobs, and he just broke down.

Everything had been boiling up for the past 30-something hours, and it all just came out at once...

He wailed. He wailed so hard and couldn't stop, holding his face in his hands.

Alex ran back in shortly after, and held his head against his shoulder, rocking him gently while he waited for Kyle to calm down.

"Let it all out. It's okay, darling." Alex whispered, also tearing up.

"Why?! This isn't fucking fair! It shouldn't have been him!" He wailed, clawing at Alex's back.

He calmed down after fifteen minutes, now just sobbing in Alex's shirt.

"He's strong, baby." Alex said, tears in his eyes, "He'll pull through."

He nodded, pulling back slightly and looking down while Alex grabbed the food and laid them down. The tears never stopped, but he calmed down a little, Alex gently bringing the food to his mouth, letting him eat at his own pace.

"Alright, sit up for a minute." Alex said, and Kyle nodded, sitting up as Alex grabbed the tea, giving it to him and letting him drink it slowly.

Kyle gave the empty mug back, and Alex set it on the side table before laying them down.

"Sleep, darling." Alex whispered, "We'll figure out what to do later."

One week later...

They had tracked down Makarov. Got to the safehouse. He wasn't alone this time.

It was a blur. He didn't remember much of this night. He would probably never remember it.

But he would remember seeing Makarov on the glass roof. He, Ghost, and Alex were up there, about to kill him and make it hurt.

And then there was... something. An explosion, probably.

He was knocked to the ground, looking around and trying to find the others.

He heard footsteps, and he looked up to see an injured Makarov, holding his side and holding out a pistol.

It only registered what was happening two seconds later, hearing him say something.

"Goodbye, Sergeant Garrick."

He heard Alex scream.

"NO!!"

He heard the gun go off, and Ghost trying to wrestle the gun out of Makarov's hands.

No.

This was his time. His turn.

He was killing him.

he quickly stood, punching Makarov and tackling him to the ground.

He grabbed... something. He didn't know what it really was at first, but his mind was on auto-pilot. It was cable.

He wrapped it around Makarov's neck, seeing him struggle but not able to fight too hard.

"Kyle, what are you doing?!" He heard Ghost yell.

He slammed Makarov against the glass. It cracked.

He did it again. It cracked more.

He did it again. It shattered.

They both fell through the roof, Kyle falling on a catwalk, groaning as he sat up.

He watched as Makarov swung from the cable, trying to reach his neck and untie himself.

He stopped moving.

He heard Alex over comms, yelling about how they were coming down.

He just...

He wasn't satisfied. Makarov didn't actually die by his hands. He died because of a cable.

It wasn't enough.

He stood, shooting the cable until it snapped, seeing him fall to the ground, and he went down to him, drawing his knife.

He just started gutting Makarov. He gutted him like a dead fucking fish, stabbed him in the throat, stabbed him in the head, gouged his eyes out, nearly snapped his spine, nearly snapped his leg off, and an arm.

He was breathing heavily. He looked at what he had done...

And he smiled.

He fucking smiled.

"This is what you deserve." He whispered, kneeling back down over his body.

He looked back over his work, and he took the dog tags that hung around his neck.

"This is my reward for my suffering. The end for you."

He stood, seeing a jug of gasoline, and he took it, dumping all of it on Makarov.

"Gori v adu, kusok der'ma." He said before throwing his lighter on Makarov's dead body.

He watched as it went up in flames, smiling softly.

"Kyle!"

He turned at Alex's voice, seeing them run up.

And then he felt all the emotions come back. Panic, sadness, fear...

Alex wrapped him up in his arms, quickly walking away and whispering to him, hearing Ghost say something into his radio, Laswell on the other side.

Next thing he knew, he was on a chopper, still holding the dog tags.

He must've passed out, because then he was in his and Alex's room, Alex taking his blood-soaked gear off, and taking the dog tags.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Alex said softly, pulling him off the bed.

He pulled him into a warm bath, and he saw blood immediately fill the water, Alex gently washing his hair off, saying something to him, though he didn't hear it.

"Kyle?"

He blinked, glancing over at Alex, who was washing his arm off.

"What happened?"

He looked down, eyes filling with tears, finally, as he spoke.

"I... I didn't like how he died..." He said, "I decided he needed to suffer more. I gutted him. Took the tags..."

Alex nodded, gently washing his face off, "he was already dead though, right?"

He nodded.

"Did you set him on fire?"

He nodded again.

"Was there anyone else there that you killed?"

He shook his head.

"Just Makarov?"

He nodded.

"Why did you take the Dog Tags?"

He looked down, feeling Alex start to dry him off.

"My trophy."

Alex nodded, draining the water and pulling him out to dry him off easier, "Then hang it. I'll get a frame."

He smiled softly, taking the robe Alex offered him, "I was just going to hang it with a knife."

"That works." Alex said, smiling softly and pulling him up, "Let's get you dressed and in bed."

"Can we see Dad first?"

Alex sighed quietly, but nodded, "Alright." He said, pulling Kyle with him gently to get him dressed.

They went to Price's hospital room, seeing Phil still asleep on the bed, clutching John's left hand, his engagement ring.

John had proposed a few months ago. They were happily planning their wedding, Phil had wanted it in July, by a beach...

Now this.

"Pops?"

He turned to look, and he smiled softly, gesturing for Kyle to come closer, and he did, Phil sitting up to hold him.

"Kyle... Bud, your strong, you know that, right?"

He nodded.

"You'll get through this." Phil said, "He'll wake up. Don't worry."

But he would. And He could hear the barely hidden fear in his voice.

"What about you, Alex?" Phil asked, looking up at him, "How are you holding up?"

"About as well as everyone else." He replied, sitting on the bed, holding Kyle's hand, seeing his own engagement ring. They wanted to get married on Christmas. John was supposed to walk Kyle down the aisle...

"I think it will work out." Phil said, "He'll wake up soon. We can get Shepherd. And it'll all be okay."

Kyle hoped so.

Three months later...

They had tracked down Shepherd. They could kill him easily.

John was still asleep. He had been transferred to a nearby care center, giving him better around-the-clock care, but they could still easily see him. Which Phil and Laswell did every day.

But none of them were doing much better. In fact, most of them had gotten worse.

Kyle lost that bubbly, bright light. Now, it was a dull shine at most, wearing darker clothes, following Ghost's method of not wanting to be seen, and wearing masks to cover the lower half of his face. They had barely seen his face since Price was placed in a coma. Alex and Phil saw it the most.

Kyle had officially been promoted to Lieutenant, allowing him to officially make decisions for the 141.

He had been allowed to use Price's office, which he didn't change at all, other than adding a heater and Makarov's dog tags.

Alex had been promoted with him, Soap and Ghost declined the promotions, because Ghost didn't want to risk Kyle being knocked back behind him.

And now they could get Shepherd. Graves sent in a few Shadows to get Shepherd in a transport, would knock him out, and then bring him to the base.

They were already on the way back with him after slipping his drink.

Phil was going to help him interrogate and kill him.

Kyle smiled as he saw the chopper land, the Shadows dragging Shepherd out to an interrogation.

"You ready?" Phil asked.

"Of course." He responded, going up next to Shepherd.

He woke him up, slamming his head on the table.

It was a blur from there, but, apparently, Phil got everything they needed out of Shepherd. Where he was, safehouse locations, intel...

Now they could kill him. And he wasn't making the mistake he did with Makarov.

"Step out, Commander." He said. He didn't want Shepherd to make Phil feel even more vulnerable by calling him "pops"

"Lieutenant, no-"

"You don't want to see what I am about to do."

Phil sighed, nodding and walking out. But he decided to watch through the window.

He took out his knife, stabbing Shepherd in the ribs, hearing a scream that turned to a wheeze when he stabbed higher, his lungs filling with his own blood.

He then stabbed his stomach, watching the blood pool on the floor. he stabbed him in the neck.

He watched as he writhed in pain. He watched as the blood stopped flowing out.

He was dead.

Kyle wiped the blood off his knife, walked out and saw Phil and a Shadow.

"Burn the body."

"Yes, sir." The Shadow replied, walking in the room to drag the body away in a bag.

He walked out, going to his room to wash all the blood off of himself. Alex was helping Laswell finalize mission reports, but, he knew that, if he was there, he'd be helping and telling him that he did the right thing.

He was either always crying or showing no emotion. Alex was begging him to talk to a therapist, or at least him. At this point, he was considering it.

He just... didn't know what to do. His dad was dying. He felt lost...

He sighed as he got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. He texted Alex before leaving.

"I'm going to see Dad. Can you come once your done with Mum?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

He walked to the care center, went to Price's room, sat next to him, and took off his mask.

"Shepherd's gone, Dad." He said, "You can wake up now. Makarov and Shepherd are gone. I'm Lieutenant now... Please? Wake up?... Pops is still wearing his ring. I still want you to walk me down the aisle... Please?"

He just sat there.

Phil walked in after a while. He immediately laid on John's chest, snuggling close to him, wrapping his arm around himself.

Alex walked in after that, holding onto Kyle as he sat down, "Any progress?" He asked, and Phil shook his head.

"Shepherd's dead." Kyle mumbled.

"Good." Alex replied, nodding, "Now what?"

"We wait for what's next." Phil said.

One year later...

Things had been... okay... kind of.

Most of them had started therapy, Kyle and Phil were on Anti-depressants, heavier then Soap and Alex were taking.

Laswell had been on leave for a while.

Kyle and Alex were close to being promoted to Captians. It was surreal to them.

John was still asleep.

Phil was lost, he was still wearing his ring and he was still slowly planning the wedding for the day John woke up.

Kyle had asked Alex to postpone the wedding, which he agreed to. They still wanted John to walk him down the aisle. They would want for the day.

Soap was still struggling with himself, he watched as John was downed and could do nothing, he watched as he passed out and was with Ghost as he dragged Phil out of that hospital room, he had to help hold him down as he screamed at them To let him go back to John.

Ghost was... he would never admit it, but he was struggling so much. He would sometimes lay on John and sob. He would be in his office, crying while he held Soap. He was suffering just as much...

Missions had been slow. They hadn't had much trouble with Makarov anymore. Now that he was killed- and so brutally, for that matter- they were not hearing a single thing anymore.

Kyle had been in charge of whatever they were doing. He has only done something like this a few times before, and not as long. But Phil said he was doing amazing.

He was hoping John would wake up soon, though.

He had gotten him a Christmas gift last year. He left it in his room at the center to unwrap when he woke up. But he didn't.

He left a birthday present for him. He took the time to date it that time, and dated the Christmas present.

He left a Father's Day gift. He dated that one too.

It was already Christmas again.

At the end of the day, They all went to his room with gifts, spending a good few hours with him, all of them leaving the gifts, though Phil spent the night, smiling at John's heartbeat.

"The kids miss you, bear..." he whispered, "You need to wake up... Kyle really needs you... But he is doing great. But I don't think he wants to be a Captain yet..."

He curled up under the blankets, feeling John's warmth on his body.

"I love you, bear. I can't wait to get married to you."

Six months later...

They had found Valeria.

Kyle had been promoted to captain, and Alex was with him throughout it all. Was promoted with him.

and now, they were keeping Valeria in a cell before putting her in jail for her charges.

"Well, I guess a few years changes a lot of things, eh?" She asked once she heard Kyle's new rank.

"It's not relevant." He replied as he sat down.

"I've already given you my intel, pleaded guilty, and signed away all my rights." She said, leaning forward, "It's not like your here for any more intel. I gave you everything I have. So why not chat about it?"

"You first. Why did you plead guilty and sign everything away?"

She shrugged, leaning back, "I have nothing to lose. No family left. I have no one to love. So, why should I fight? You have my cartel in your hands, Alejandro and Rodolfo are probably making arrests as we speak. I have nothing."

He nodded, pretty shocked at the reasoning.

"So why are you captain now?"

He went numb. It was the first time he was numb in quite some time. He started to get better... but now he was talking about it.

"Captain Price is in a coma. He has been for nearly two years. I was promoted to his rank." Was all he said.

"Oh... That... holy shit..."

"You can stew over that in prison." He said, standing, "You're leaving tomorrow. You know your sentence."

He left, seeing her fidget with her handcuffs and looking down.

He wondered if she really cared. About anything.

He wondered if she noticed how his voice was deeper. How he dressed. She couldn't have missed the mask...

But he didn't care much about her, so why the fuck should he care?

He just went back to his room to sleep.

He woke up screaming from another nightmare, Alex holding onto him and whispering to him that it was okay.

It was not. It never would be.

He had therapy that day. It helped a little. His meds helped a little more. Family helped a little more.

Good. he didn't feel numb.

Alex decided they should go out that night for dinner. A fancy restaurant, one of Kyle's favorite.

It made him feel happy for the first time in a while.

Six months later...

It had been two years since John went into a coma.

Every time that any specific date that involved John came around, the base was quiet. Somber.

All of them had barely been on leave. Both Kyle and Phil had spent a week each in a mental hospital. Kyle had a breakdown after a particularly hard day, and a visiting Major yelling at him for some stupid mistake. He said that it was his fault that John was in a coma.

Phil was with John, laying on him as he flatlined again. He ended up having a breakdown of his own from that.

Kyle screamed and cried in his room, throwing things around and breaking a few picture frames. He gave Alex a few bruises and cuts in the blind rage. Medics came to sedate Kyle and treat Alex's wounds. After an emergency therapy appointment and a Psych eval, Kyle was placed on psychiatric leave for a week in a mental hospital, barely managing to pass the follow-up and allowed back in the field.

Phil was fighting with a few nurses, then with Ghost to stop him from going back in the room.

John was revived. Still asleep.

Phil was crying and yelling, and he passed out. He was moved to the med bay on base before the mental hospital.

He spent the week there and was put on desk duty, not allowed to see John for two weeks. It helped and hurt. Because he was very dependent on seeing John to function.

Kyle was picked up by Alex, and he was crying nonstop, trying to apologize but the words were hard to form. Alex still had plasters and stitches. He just held onto Kyle while he sobbed, still saying "I'm sorry" over and over.

Alex was, admittedly, a little angry when it happened. more at the circumstances than Kyle, but, it was the reaction more than anything. He was scared. He had cleaned the room and replaced the picture frames, making sure Kyle came home to a clean room. He just sobbed more at that. It really made him realize what he did. But they talked about it, very calmly, and Alex promised that he'd help him find better ways to cope.

Ghost picked Phil up from the hospital, not really reacting when he apologized at least twenty times. He had already written an apology to the care center, which is when he found out we wouldn't be able to see John for a while. But Ghost just dropped him off at the base before driving off. He texted him so many times, begging for a response. Ghost only responded with a few things, but he did say that he didn't blame him. He was stuck doing a bunch of paperwork, though Kyle, Alex, and Laswell came to see him came to see him the most. Soap and Ghost came by some.

They both were doing a little better now. Kyle had been finding ways to calm down. Phil had been trying to not be as reliant on seeing John.

Kyle went to a rage room every once in a while. Alex often went with him, and every time, they'd actually start giggling together and make a game out of hitting targets.

But John was still asleep. And nothing was okay yet. Not truly okay, anyway.

But at least it was better.

Even just a little.

One year later...

Phil sighed as he laid on John's chest, stroking his cheek softly.

It had officially been three years since John fell into a coma. None of them truly felt okay.

Kyle had been taking so many pictures of missions, the team, and everything that had been going on... for when he woke up.

He and Alex were still Captain's and working on mission briefings. They were helping Ale and Rodolfo with dealing with the leftovers of Las Almas Cartels.

Ghost and Soap were there, about to come back.

Laswell had been helping Kyle and Alex through all the planning.

"Bear... Could you wake up? Please?" He whispered, shifting to lay on him more how he used to, and putting John's hand on his head...

He felt his hand grip his hair.

His eyes shot open, "John?!" He yelled, shifting to sit up and gently touching John's face.

His eyes fluttered open with a groan, and he said in a raspy voice, "Cr-Cricket?"

"Bear... Bear, it's me... Don't worry about talking right now... I'm getting the nurse." He jumped up, running out to the hall.

He texted Kyle, Laswell, and Ghost as he ran back in the room.

...

Kyle sighed as he finished up the stack of paperwork. Alex gently touched his shoulder as he stacked them back up, "Well, we got it done. What now?"

"I don't know..." Kyle said, hearing his phone go off, and he picked it up-

"He's awake."

Was the text from Phil.

"Kyle?" Alex asked, looking at the text and also freezing.

They both sat there for at least three minutes before Kyle stood, getting his stack of photos, and Alex went with him out of the room.

They ran to the care center, and Kyle sighed as he got to the door to the room.

"You go ahead, Kyle." Alex said, smiling, "I'll come in after you."

Kyle nodded, taking his mask off and knocking on the door.

"Come in." Phil said, and he slowly opened the door.

"Hey..." He said softly, smiling when he saw his dad sitting up in bed for the first time in three years, nurses around the bed while Phil laid on him.

John looked a little confused, choking out, "Who are you?"

No.

No.

This wasn't happening.

This was a joke.

"It... It's me, Dad..." He said, "It's Kyle..."

"I never had kids."

Phil looked up at him, seeing the look in his eyes.

He watched as two years of progress in therapy was undone in seconds.

Kyle looked down, "I apologize, sir." He said quietly, gently placing the stack of pictures on the bed.

He looked back up at him, straightening up, glancing at Phil, who looked so worried.

"Goodbye."

A simple word he said a lot.

But it would be the last time he said it to him.

He walked out, softly closing the door, seeing Alex looking confused.

"Dad doesn't remember me."

Alex was shocked, but nodded softly, taking his hand, "Let's go." He said, "Let's talk about what to do."

They silently walked back to the base, and Alex sat Kyle down, getting him tea and snacks, holding him gently.

"So. What do we do?" Kyle asked.

Alex sighed, kneeling in front of him to hold his hands.

"As much as this hurts to say... It's the best idea, for your sake... to leave."

It didn't shock him. He knew as soon as he heard his Dad ask who he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to stay. This was the end.

The end of Captain Gaz Garrick of the 141. The end of Captain Alex Keller of the 141.

They had to leave.

He called his Pops from his room, Alex holding onto him.

"Kyle, are you okay?" He asked, clearly very worried.

"I'm fine... Alex and I are packing, we're going to transfer."

There was a long pause...

"Okay. But, please... Don't let us lose you completely."

"You won't. I'll still be in touch."

"Good... I'll help with the paperwork, we promote Ghost and let you go."

"Thank you."

They got their room packed in two days. The paperwork was done for Ghost to be in charge. He was now Captain Reily, and Soap was Lieutenant Mactavish.

They were at the helipad, Kyle wearing his mask as they said their goodbyes. Phil was sobbing in Ghost's arms as they left. He hoped he'd see his boy again soon...

Once they got to their new base, they were allowed to make their own new team. Thankfully, an old friend of Kyle's was also there, and they got her on their Task Force... Unofficially, for now, until they could actually make the Task Force.

They had to fill out paperwork for new dog tags and officially transferred to a new team. Names and callsigns.

Alexander "Alex" Keller.

Kyle "Specter" Garrick.

He couldn't be... "Gaz" anymore. He lost that long ago. Now, it would just remind him of what he couldn't have.

They decided to stop postponing the wedding. Kyle decided, really, and Alex agreed.

"It's not like Dad could walk me down the aisle now anyway. Pops can if he wants to. I just want us to get married now..."

Phil was happy to do it.

They finally were able to get married on Christmas that year. The 141 came... Price wasn't there. Kyle almost didn't care.

They were so happy... Kyle was genuinely smiling for the first time in a while. It was so perfect. Beautiful.

Kyle had to sign new paperwork now that his last name changed...

Kyle "Specter" Keller.

It felt much better. It further detached him from Price.

He would always call him Dad, he would always love him. But he would never want to see him again. Not willingly.

He felt like he lost three years of his life. He did everything for him... It wasn't John's fault. He knew it wasn't. But it still hurt. So much.

But this was life now. It wasn't what they wanted, but it was what they got stuck with.

The years went by rather quickly. The more Kyle blocked out the feelings about Price, the more he seemingly got better. But he wasn't. Therapy was fine, sometimes it helped.

He wanted to detach himself from him. But he wanted him in his life. He put up all the pictures he had of them together in his and Alex's house. He put a few in his office...

Alex was trying to help, but he was struggling just as much. he didn't want to leave the 141, but he knew it was the only thing they could do at that point.

Farah would still come to visit from Urzikstan. She'd try and help them, get them in town, out on a walk, or to a restaurant... Anything to get their minds off of work and Price... He remembered her. Not everything about her, but he remembered her.

They didn't hear much after they left. Not that they wanted to know, Price probably wasn't making great progress. Phil said that he was getting a few memories back. Not about them.

And by that time, it had been two years.

It had been five years since he lost his Dad.

And he doubted that he was going to get him back.

Ever.

[frost-queen]

That first crush (Reader!Warren x Drew Thomas)

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“Morning Warrens.” – Drew called out when he entered the house. Lorraine had opened the door to him. He was carrying heavy equipment as he struggled a bit with it. – “Let me help you.” – Ed came to his aid, taking a heavy bag from him. Drew breathed out a laugh, feeling the weight being lifted from his arm. Shuffling further in the house he came into the open space of the living room.

There he noticed you were sitting on the sofa with a magazine. Chewing on some gum as you blew it to a bubble. Drew smiled tilting his head. – “Morning Y/n.” – he said to get your attention. Your bubble popped loudly as you turned the page.

“Y/n say hi to Drew.” – Your mother spoke appearing in the room. Drew chuckled humorously. You turned your head to him, moving your gum aside in your mouth. – “Hi Drew.” – you said. – “Hi Y/n.” – he replied with a smile.

“Some heavy equipment you’ve got there.” – your father spoke with a laugh. Drew moved back to your father to take a bag from him. – “Yes, I’ve bought a new camera that would be much better to film with.” – he explained setting the bag on the small table in front of you. As he opened it he glanced up to you, hoping you’d look back at him.

You were rather too occupied with reading your magazine. – “Any good?” – he asked. – “Are you interested in girl stuff?” – you answered without looking up. – “No…” – Drew chuckled out. – “Than it isn’t any good for you.” – you finished. Drew took out the camera showing it to your dad.

“Oh wow great stuff Drew.” – Ed began looking at the camera from every angle. Lorraine placed a hand on his shoulder. – “You have no clue have you darling.”

Ed shook his head laughingly. – “No.” – He gave the camera back to Drew. – “I’ve also got a new microphone.” – Drew hurried over to his other bag and took out the microphone. – “It gives a cleaner audio when we record.” – he told your parents. – “Oh that is very helpful.” – Lorraine said.

“Y/n come take a look at the equipment.” – your mother asked. You lowered your magazine, seating you on the edge of the sofa. – “Do… do you want a demonstration?” – Drew questioned rather bashful. You pulled your shoulders up. – “Alright tech boy, wow me.” – you threw him a sarcastic smile. 

Drew happily took the invitation. He picked up his camera and sat himself down on the small table before you. He pressed some buttons and positioned the camera in his hand. Lorraine and Ed watching behind him. He then brought the camera up to level up with your face.

“Alright Y/n show us your prettiest smile.” – Drew teased. You stuck your tongue out to him as an answer. Drew laughed loud as you couldn’t help yourself but laugh too. It was brief as it wasn’t that funny, yet his laughter made you laugh too. Drew kept filming you as you pushed his camera gently out of your face.

“C’mon Y/n.” – he said pointing the camera back at you. – “You are a movie star.” – his comment made you snort loud. – “As if.” – you mumbled while he kept filming you. – “So how’s the footage?” – Ed asked. Drew swallowed quickly, turning the camera away from you.

He got up, turning around to film your parents. Lorraine smiled bright, holding onto Ed. Ed took her hand letting her twirl under his arm. – “Beautiful.” – Drew commented as he filmed them.

“Y/n.” – he said waving his hand behind him at you. – “Can you grab that mic and help me out.” – he asked continue to film your dancing parents. You took a deep breath, getting up with the mic in your hand. – “Now what?” – you told him unsure what to do. Drew took your wrist with the mic in it, pulling it gently forwards.

“Catch some audio, sweetheart.” – he said throwing a wink at you. Lorraine caught that smiling half surprised. You brought the mic closer to your parents as Ed started to hum a tune. They continued to dance as Lorraine was laughing giddy. Drew kept filming them till his gaze went towards you again.

Slowly turning his camera, he started to film you in secret. – “Y/n!” – Ed called out letting go of your mother. Your father took you by the wrist, pulling him closer to you. On your way, you gave the mic to your mother. She came standing beside Drew. Smiling happily when Ed began to dance with you.

Drew was chuckling as you were laughing as well. Laughing at how funnily your father danced with you. You felt like a little girl once more. Drew filmed you with pleasure. A dreamy look in his eyes. Lorraine glanced to the side, seeing the look in his eyes.

She then looked back at you. Slowly connecting a few dots. – “No more, no more.” – Ed laughed, out of breath, waving his hand across. Drew lowered his camera and stopped filming. You let go of your father’s hands, going to the kitchen to grab a drink. Drew set his camera down, going after you.

“Ed.” – Lorraine said catching her husband’s attention. He hummed loud, wrapping an arm around her. Embraced they moved a bit closer to the kitchen. There she saw Drew lean against the counter having a conversation with you. You weren’t very talkative, but his posture said it all.

“Ed.” – Lorraine said again. Ed hummed again. – “I think… I think Drew has a crush on our girl.” – she told him. – “What?” – Ed said confused. – “No, I would know.” – he laughed it a bit away. Lorraine motioned with her head for him to see for himself.

Drew was practically gushing over you. Having moved a bit closer to you, wanting so bad to engage with you. You didn’t do much back as it was clear you weren’t that interested. – “Oh.” – Ed muttered out finally seeing it. – “It’s cute.” – Lorraine spoke. – “That’s my baby girl.” – Ed called out in defence. – “Oh hush.” – Lorraine slapped him against his chest to stop being so sentimental.

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SPOILERS FOR THISISNOTAWEBSITEDOTCOM

WIP

i wanted to compile all the results i got- mainly so i can reference it but if it’s helpful to anyone else that’s great! definitely not complete and there are 100% better lists though lol

when you type in:

Mabel - makes glowy stars appear!

Dipper - before this there was a message for Dipper to stare at the sun to see some secret writting

the image in then all black

Stanford -

Stanley - ebay link for gold chains or brass knuckles

Soos - his entry trying to dissuade you from trusting Bill, its like 3 pages long

Pacifica - her entry trying to dissuade you from trusting Bill

Wendy - you guessed it!

Gideon - audio of him humming and saying "I love you forever Mabel"

Robbie - messages between him and Thompson. They find Bill and are scared for life basically.

McGucket - youtube link for Cotton Eye Joe

Bill - a Sesame Street video about a jazzy triangle and a square??

Blanchin - video on blanchin vegtables

Abuelita - video on best vaccum for walls and ceilings

Trigonometry/math/Greece/geometry -

Blind eye -

Journal 1 - “The journal of fun”

Journal 2 - “The journal for you”

Journal 3 - “The journal for me”

Mystery - “?”

Book of Bill -

Ducktective -

Disney -

Tad Strange - it’s just a video of someone cutting bread… i think it has something like a romantic instrumental in the background

Toby Determined - takes you to a google search on “restraining order”

Triangle - i could’ve sworn it said “tri harder than that” or something along those lines but after typing it again i just see “ ) “ it’s just an end parenthesis

Gravity Falls - “never heard of it”

Season 1 - “season -1: antigravity falls”

Season 2 - “season 1”

Season 3 - “season 2”

Mat Pat/game theory - a video of mat pat saying he can’t help us this time

Weird - a video of weird al. he’s stuck in the computer

Baby/daddy -

Gun - “oh yes oh yes oh yes they both”

Mason -

Alex Hirsch - takes you to a google search for flannel

History - “‘I have received a message from the universe: 1 2 3’ - Nichola Tesla

Cipher - take you to a wiki page for the eye of providence

Portal- “portal.exe has been deleted. i bet you could build one”

Giffany - 1st time “Input deleted. AI antiviral activated” 2nd time “warning: secondary firewall breached” 3rd time "fatal warning. system under attack" 4th time "Soos!! I still love you (the distorted) we will be together" 5th time "Now downloading girlfriend. this action cannot be undone" 6th time a distorted giffany video pops up and the file is downloaded.

Blendin - “time agent lost and presumed incompetent”

No - “your loss…”

Pines - “a good family tree”

Death - “life’s goth cousin”

Fuck (other swear words etc) -

Mystery shack - takes you to a search for “confusion hill”

You’re insane - “sure i am what’s your point?”

Filbrick - “im not impressed”

Waddles - takes you to pigplacementnetwork.org

Who are you - “i could ask you the same question”

Reality - “is an illusion"

Divorce -

Disco girl - a singing audio presumably of dipper listening to disco girl

T.J. Eckleburg - “never mention that name again”

Kings of new jersey - downloads a “secret code” file

Love -

Axolotl- "you ask alotl questions"

Craz/Xyler - Jem and the Holograms theme song

Im still on your mind- seems to be a video of Stan and Ford on their boat...

Theraprism -

Rat - "Thurnburts' number?"

Deer teeth - "for you, kid!"

Tourist trap -

Paper Jam - picture of paper jam dipper. you can print him!

Fordtramarine -

Any "gen alpha term" and various other terms may result in this - "Life privileges revoked. Now releasing poison gas."

Bubble - I cant tell what it does if anything. Doesn't get a big red X though? edit: if you type in mabel after you enter bubble you get an eye sticker! if you keep entering mabel you get more stickers. the lab is now "fully mabelized"

Pinata - video of a child hitting a Bill Cipher pinata, with added sound effects

Dippy Fresh -

Weirdmageddon -

"Vallis Cineris (found when lightning flashes on the upper left corner of the wall) - "Why did you do it?"