#anon (besties)

[softly-writes]

spending christmas alone also. hope u know that ur loved and appreciated even if it doesn’t mean much from a random person on the internet. it might not seem like it, but just by being here you make a difference. a couple weeks ago i was really upset scrolling through gen kill tumblr and your grace/doc bryan fic helped me calm down a couple of minutes. merry christmas and happy holidays 🤍

Hush my sweet Anon… it means more than you’ll ever know 🥺

You are loved and appreciated just as much. And I’m always here. Even if you want to stay on Anon, I’m here 🖤

And I’m honestly really touched that my silly little fic helped you 🥺

Hope you have a lovely Christmas. And just remember, I’m here 🖤 time zones may play an awful part but you are always welcome to pop into my ask box or DMs. Send memes, gifs, talk, whatever makes you happy 🥺🖤

[spicyraeman]

drops this and leaves

[insertsomthinawesome]

[requests are closed] Anon i'm sorry this is so late I finished these months ago. I meant to draw more but never got around to it UUUH. SORRY SLDKJSLDGKJSD I love them so much. I need to draw them more. ;;v;;

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

[gingerparker]

Well I’m a minor so do you not want me to follow you because I’m underage?

you can follow me! i'm not exclusively 18+ i just advise you to stay away from any content that's inappropriate

[temeyes]

Can I get a hug from price or ghost,,, I’ve had a hard couple of days and I love your blog and everything. It makes me happy<3

sorry it took us so long to get back to you, anon! but yeah, always!!

Ghost and Price will always be there for you if ya need them!

[toruro]

Tell me why I had this stupid thought of mingyu making you cum 21 times since you're turning 21 on your birthday lmao 😭😭😭 so like all day sex and everytime he finds an opportunity, he's fucking you, the counter, the dining table, the bed, the couch, the wall...

I think my brain is broke bye and also maybe because my bday is soon ndjdjdn I'm sorry this was so random

- Corruption kink anon

drinking legally for the first time??? nah. fucking??? yeah, that’s more up mingyu’s speed.

the second you wake up, your legs would be thrown over his shoulders and he’d eat you out. then fuck you into the mattress just moments after that.

rolling out of bed, he’d make you pancakes and then you’d get whipped cream all over your face and when he leans in, you think he’s going to wipe it away with his finger but then he just licks it off of you and then bends you over the counter to rail you again. and after you cum he’d pick you up and have you straddle him while you sit on the counter and proceed to drive you to yet another orgasm.

and then you two would sit down for a show but you don’t last more then three minutes sitting between his legs before you feel his hard against your back and suddenly he’s fucking you, ass up while you lay on the cushions. then there’s sex again on the floor because you fall off the couch.

then he remembers that you need to open his gifts. there are a few cute ones, like a puzzle of a picture of the two of you and your families that you’ll be making with him later, and then a perfume set that you’ve been eyeing for a while, and then last but not least, of course he got you a vibrator.

suggests you test it out and then you’re back on the bed with the little buzzing device plunged deep into your cunt while mingyu slaps your pussy until you’re reaching another orgasm.

fucks you god knows how many times after that.

lunch is rather peaceful—you two make it one hour without sex and then he lets you talk on the phone with your family for a bit and once you’re done he’s insisting on fucking you until you’re full of his cum.

afternoon goes bye bye.

you’d think by the time it’s evening neither of you have it left in you to fuck any longer. when you go out for dinner, you make the dangerous mistake of wearing a tight dress and when mingyu sees you he just can’t hold himself back and fucks you standing up in the closet.

you think it’s safe to go to dinner with your friends and mingyu after you both let that out, but then he’s eyes you all up and down at the restaurant and it’s driving you fucking crazy so you just have to rush off to the bathroom with him for a quickie.

and then when you get home he fucks you sweet and slow and it literally brings you both to tears, both from emotions and just how sensitive you are in general and fuck, you know he’s the love of your life.

[roadstostray]

ohhh request for the phandom, you say?? How about something as simple as a smiling Danny?? :D :D

three for the price of one!

[persephoneflouwers]

Wait i dont get the english breakfast thing sorry

Oh angel, that’s a super secret code meant to unlock even the gelid hearts of people like me.

English Colazione ♥️♥️

Or maybe he meant he’s having his English husband for breakfast. I don’t know, ask Louis 😭

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Edit (only to have all the complete compilation in a single post):

Harry has a “colazione” (breakfast in Italian) tattoo on his thigh. @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ‘s post described it after the AIW BTS.

Here’s Harry fonding because Louis mentions missing English Breakfast on tour. (Thanks @louansue for the gif addition! I’ll search for the video when I get home)

And this is Louis in 2023 :) curious how his having the first English breakfast of his US leg coincidentally when Harry’s tour ended just 6 days ago.

Very funny, very coincidental.

I swear, these two!

[allastoredeer]

Given that Carmilla almost certainly gets a little tipsy herself to deal with the Vees, she's more concerned with the quantity then the drinking itself.

Rosie has tried to get Alastor to get some kind of talk therapy to see if that would pry the suggestion loose, but he just drunkenly mumbled about there already being too many people living rent free in his head to risk another.

Carmilla when the Vee's interrupt the meeting for the dozenth time to pitch a mockumentary of the Overlord's: Pass it over.

Alastor, face down on the table, so drunk he can't see straight: (pulls another completely full bottle of vodka out of his jacket and throws it across the table)

Carmilla:

(Also

Alastor: (mumbling about the voices in his head telling him to drop everything, swoon into Vox's arms, and join the Vee's)

Rosie:

[babyprncss23]

Reblog for a WILD ask in your inbox right now 👀

[chanstopher]

Bang Chan ✧ Case 143 Relay for anon 

[maxcuntstappen]

my hottest take is checo was sick of third wheeling in the beginning but now he’s just like “where’s gang??” every time Charles isn’t there with them like he EXPECTS it now that it’s wrong to not at least MENTION him to the group. If he can’t be there in person than Checo will make damn well sure he’s there in spirit

this concludes my lestappen besties with checo agenda

THIS is so fucking FUNNY to me 😭😭😭

Checo’s a man of consistency and stability

Checo there like fuck at least the homos were predictable… knew what I was signing up for… where do I sit now, my p2 or p3 seat??? Let me quickly ask a question about Charles so I don’t have to think about this

[m1d-45]

Hello! It's a new anon here!

My name is Baby Cat/Out of pocket anon!

If I may, a SAGAU Aether x GN! Reader who has a mortal form that is has similarities to the divine creator but not enough to be confused as an imposter.

I'll clarify a bit, Aether dosent know that his beloved is actually the divine one, but instead thinks that they have simply been blessed with part of their beauty. Tevyat dosent know the creator has descended and is waiting, meanwhile Aether has the creator in mortal form as his darling partner.

-Baby Cat anon

P.S! My cat Duckie has recently warmed up to a new person!

a new tomorrow

a/n: ignore my dogwater schedule i have not written like at all for the past 2-3 weeks ahahah (also this is isn’t very romantic coded but i already hate this piece so my bad g)

word count: ~3k

-> warnings: canon-typical violence, microscopic spoilers for liyue story quest ig

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24

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when you’d first arrived in teyvat, you had fully expected to die, in honesty.

you were up on the top of starsnatch cliff, and had nearly fallen off in your initial panic if not for a sharp wind and a lucky break. you were much more mindful of where you walked after that, but mondstat was littered with impossible cliffs, and your memory of the area was sharply diminished when you didn’t have a little circle in the corner of your screen to remind you where you were.

you grabbed a few low-hanging sunsettias as you walked, making your way across a nondescript patch of grass. your plan was to just eat them as-is, but after a moments more thought into the idea, perhaps washing them first would be wiser. according to your memory, there were four main bodies of water: a lake and waterfall further north, the ocean to the east, cider lake to the west, and the state of the seven… somewhere.

the lake was surrounded by hilichurls and was a bit too close to the anemo hypostasis for your liking, the ocean was a no for obvious reasons, and cider lake didn’t seem like a particularly good idea, not to mention the only closest access to it you could think of was surrounded by hilichurls.

so, the statue of the seven it is. the only problem, of course, was that you had no idea where you were.

you tried to keep track at first, but then you had to climb down from one too many cliffs and had to take one too many detours around impossible ones, and now you were blindly walking. you could tell by the dense forest and the small lamp grass that you were somewhere in the whispering woods, but the thin path you were following have no indication of your direction. you hoped, of course, that you were headed north, but you didn’t know how to tell. the three sunsettias in your arms looked more tempting by the minute, but you were determined to clean them first. not only would that help you get your bearings again, but you’d lower the risk of whatever diseases were native to teyvat.

…which was something to consider further, in truth. your body wasn’t native, and hadn’t grown up with and developed an immunity to the bacteria here. would you get sick? had you already, and just had to wait until the symptoms developed? should you be more worried than you were?

the path around you was opening up, but you were too busy worrying to bother look up. what were the long-term effects of staying in teyvat? would you be intolerant or allergic to the foods here, because your body wasn’t used to processing them? what were the long term effects of-

“watch out!”

would you find out at all?

you looked over your right shoulder, at the voice that had called, and barely get a glimpse of bright gold before something white covers your vision, tiny hands pulling at your shirt.

“come on,” a high voice says, “follow paimon! let’s get away from the trouble.”

paimon-?

you stumble along with her, letting her take you further into what you now recognize as windrise. damn, wrong way.

“ooh, are those sunsettias?” you notice she’s blocking my your view of whatever’s behind her, likely the traveller and some enemies if you had to guess, judging by her presence and the sounds of metal on wood. “they look really fresh, too..”

you decide against trying to lean around her. best not to traumatize yourself on your first day. “uh, yeah, they are. would- do you want one?” you hold out one of the fruits. “i haven’t washed them yet, but…”

“oh, that’s okay!” she takes it eagerly, giving it a cursory wipe with her sleeve before taking a bite. “you don’t really need to wash em, in paimon’s experience! just a quick clean of any dirt and you’re all good to go!”

…that was stellar to hear.

you patiently wait, pretending the grunts and roars and sounds of clashing weaponry don’t exist. you try to offer paimon another sunsettia, since you know in-lore she’s almost always hungry, but she shakes her head.

“one for paimon, one for you, and one for the traveller! that way, everyone gets the same amount, and nobody’s upset!”

you don’t know how to feel about the fact that she addresses him as ‘the traveller’. on one hand, it makes sense she wouldn’t throw his name around like that. on the other, it feels… wrong. not in a way you can put a name to, but something about it is unsettling.

“did they offend you, or something?”

you startle, looking up, and see aether standing right in front of you, flipping through some hilichurl masks in his hands before passing two off to paimon, who puts them in a cloud of stars.

he looks at you expectantly, and you realize you had been frowning at the food in your hands. “o-oh! no, they.. sorry, i was lost in thought.”

he dismisses the rest of the masks into gold sparks with a nod. “are you alright?”

paimon gasps, hands over her mouth as she flies back a little. “oh, paimon forgot to ask! are you hurt at all? you don’t look like you’re from here…”

you flash her a smile you hope covers the change in topic. “i’m fine. and thank you,” you turn to aether, “your help is greatly appreciated-…” what do you address him as? you’ve technically never met, but to call him an honorary knight is probably unwise…

“the traveller is fine,” he says. “and you didn’t answer paimon’s question.” rats. “are you from teyvat?”

you hesitate, but eventually shake your head. “i’m not.”

he frowns. “how’d you get here?”

“i don’t know.”

“..you don’t have anywhere to stay, do you?”

oh no. you recognize that voice. “it’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” you glance around, eventually pointing at mondstat. it’s stunning in person, even from a distance, but you push past its beauty to talk. “there’s a city there, right? i’ll make do.”

“now’s a tense time, even mondstat isn’t as welcoming as usual.”

‘tense’? you don’t remember mondstat being involved in any scandals, and the skies seem clear, so you must be past the mondstat part of the story… “is something wrong? wait, don’t answer that; if it’s tense, then you surely have somewhere more important to be, right?”

paimon huffs. “paimon bets you’re broker than the tone-deaf bard!” wow, okay. “and a single sunsettia doesn’t get you far!”

aether raises a brow. “‘single’?”

“right!” you hurriedly pick the larger of the two, holding it out to him. “as thanks. she’s right, i don’t have any mor- uh, any more to give you, but it’s the least i can do.”

he shakes his head. “keep them. now, regarding your housing-“

“i can stay in mondstat-“

“the entirety of teyvat is on edge right now. the chances of an outlander being welcomed without hassle is low, even for mond.” he thinks about it, paimon mirroring the hand on his chin.

you try to think over the lore, attempting to remember something that could affect the entirety of teyvat. maybe you’re in the middle of the liyue quest? but why would he be in mond… unless you’re beyond the known lore, but in that case he has even less of a reason to be here, and not wherever the crisis is. not that that’s his obligation, of course, but given the trend-

“what’s your name, by the way?” you give it, and he frowns. “ah, that won’t do.” what. “i.. i don’t know about where you’re from, but where i’m from and here in teyvat, there’s a prominent religion that spans nearly the entire world here. this faith is the cause of the conflict i was talking about earlier.”

your heart picks up, and you pray it’s just some weird quirk of the lore you haven’t gotten to yet. maybe something with the heavenly principles? celestia? you regret not reading up on more of the lore now that you’re face to face with potentially a large part of it. “and?”

“you share the name with the primary god.” please don’t be what i’m thinking of, please don’t be- “the people of teyvat are rather protective of their creator, and doubly so now that their presence has gone missing.”

shit.

your mind flashes to all the sagau you’ve indulged in, to the break you’d taken a few days ago because your game had been acting up and you didn’t want to make whatever glitch it was worse in fear of losing your progress.

“oh,” is all you can say.

living with aether is easier than you thought it would be.

by the time you wake, he’s out working for the guild, leaving you and most of the realm within to yourself. you try and be useful by tidying up, but tubby keeps most of the realm clean, so there’s little for you to really do. there’s rooms that weren’t in the game—likely because this is his personal realm—such as a massive library and big sunroom, and you pick through the former on occasion. there’s books about everything, from encyclopedias on flowers in sumeru to the types of silk used in inazuman clothing. everything you don’t understand or want clarification on is bookmarked, and after he’s come home and rested, you both talk about them over dinner.

sometimes he knows the answers to your questions. other times you write them down on a slip of paper, and he takes a detour that day to ask. even if it’s something from a nation he hasn’t visited yet, he somehow finds the answers, returning to you with a longer sheet as he explains. you don’t ask where he got it, nor why he’s so willing to entertain your surely silly questions, but it probably has something to do with the fact that you didn’t fish up a companion that could answer all of your questions about a world you didn’t know deeper than surface level.

similarly, the transition in your relationship was also smooth, so quiet you almost didn’t notice it was happening. it was just so easy to be around him, your familiarity with him outside of the game and implicit reliance on him as an outlander during the mess of teyvat making him easy to talk to.

you didn’t notice when you started greeting him with hugs more often, nor when you started eating side by side at the table, talking about more than just the books. you told him about your world, and he spoke of his, telling you beautiful stories of his sister and their travels.

(“every world i’ve been to has worshipped the creator in one way or another,” he says, pushing his empty plate to the side. “does yours really not?”)

(you make the choice to set aside the many religions on earth. “we don’t,” you say simply, and he frowns, resting his chin in his hand.)

(“how interesting…”)

once he was confident that you knew enough of teyvat and it’s people, he began to take you on his commissions. the realm within was nice, and tubby held good conversation, but cabin fever began to set in after a month or so. he held your hand as you walked, steering you out of the way of monster camps or other adventurers. he didn’t dare bring you on the ones requiring fighting, but you’d helped find lost keys or fallen boards, paimon always certain to pull you away from battle, distracting you with a chat about whatever meal aether would make later.

(“do you guys always cook? doesn’t adventuring pay well?” you asked once, trying to remember how much commissions earned in terms of mora. you never really kept track, nor did you try and figure out how much it was to buy food from places, but surely…)

(“mostly! mora typically goes to either ingredients or first aid supplies. paimon’s thankful he’s a good cook, it’d be impossible to survive otherwise.” she said it so simply, as if it was an easy fact and not awful that they couldn’t afford to eat out even after everything they’ve done.)

(“that’s terrible…”)

(“its not that bad! you’ve tasted his cooking before, it’s great!” that’s true, but- “besides, it’s been getting better recently. with the creator absent, he’s able to take the commissions himself. though it is nice, it’s still worrying they haven’t come back..”)

(the idea that you’ve been indirectly contributing to their situation makes you a bit sick.)

the three of you were walking through liyue, heading for the last commission of the day. shitou, the jade betting guy, needed more ores for his business, and aether was leading you through the city. he’d chosen the waypoint on the western side of the harbor so you could walk through the city, and you were happy he did.

it was so beautiful in person, the buildings and bridges so much more ornate than their models could do justice. the streets were crowded, but you weren’t overwhelmed when aether was beside you, pointing out a jewelry store or a traveling merchant showing off bright balloons to children. you passed one man holding a conversation with a millelith soldier, who was his brother judging by the informal way they spoke and the mentions of shared relatives. you crossed the bridge leading to the eastern half of the harbor, the smell of something sweet and flowery drifting in the air.

“is there a flower shop around here?” you ask, and aether shakes his head, pointing at a building you vaguely recognize.

“there’s a tea house there, and they specialize in rose tea. we could pick up some if you wanted to try it?”

“that’s fine, i was just wondering. i wouldn’t want you to buy something for me if i didn’t like it.”

he stayed quiet, but you could tell he was still thinking about it. “what’s the appropriate way to brew it… wait, do we even have a teapot?”

“i’d hope so, otherwise you’ll have a lot to explain to the adepti.”

he bumps your shoulder as you both begin to turn toward shitou, but you see he’s smiling. “you know what i mean, not that kind of-“

“teapot?”

your steps stopped suddenly, the new voice one you regrettably recognized.

aether turned, greeting zhongli with a smile and a small wave. “not the realm within, don’t worry.”

“that’s good to hear. i’d hate for it to be causing problems.” his eyes flicked to you, seeming to search for something. “and your friend?”

it was weird, the way he looked at you, and aether seemed to pick up on it, stepping forward a bit to block you while also making it seem like he was just turning to face zhongli better. “just someone helping me out. what are you doing out here, don’t you have a shift at the parlor?”

bless aether and his ability to direct conversations, bless him and the speed with which he reminds zhongli of the necessary urgency when working at the funeral parlor, successfully sending the man on his way, even if he gives you another searching look as he does.

“sorry,” aether said, giving your had a squeeze as he approached shitou’s table. “he’s probably cautious because you look like the creator.”

you return it, staying quiet as he hands over the jade and only speaking up once the two of you turn around towards the closer waypoint. “it’s alright. thank you for talking to him.”

he flashed you a smile, putting one hand on the waypoint. “of course. it’s the least i could do.”

liyue fell away in a flash of white, the familiar music of the realm within washing away any lingering feaf or unease from talking to zhongli.

maybe one day you’d come clean, stop lying about reading information from his library. maybe you’d tell him, maybe you’d confess to how crystalflies always seemed to follow you, the wind always at your back.

“what would you like for lunch?” aether called, pulling down ingredients from various cabinets before you even answer because he knows what you’ll say.

“surprise me,” you reply, and he chuckles. the same answer, every time, and every time he manages to find something new to make you.

today you would keep quiet again, as you had every other day. today you would root through the pantry when he forgot the flour, today you would set the table and pull out some paper, asking him about whether or not they had silkworm farms if silk flowers were so common, at least in liyue.

today he would smile, and today he would answer, and maybe tomorrow you’d tell him something he couldn’t reply to.

but that was tomorrow. and this was today.

[gingerparker]

Hello!! Is your account 18+?

as in do i write smut? yes i have and plan to write more :)

[embrosegraves]

𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕄𝕖

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader Enemies to lovers, forced proximity.  “He loves you, y’know? He’s just afraid of admitting it."

Warnings: heavy use of explicit language.

1.9k words

For as long as you could remember, Fernando Alonso has hated you. If you had to be in a room with him, he was as far away as he could get. Oftentimes you would try and talk with him, try to understand why he didn’t like you, only for him to ignore whatever it was you were saying. 

Eventually you gave up. Why should you put in all this effort just to be pushed aside and ignored? If he thought he was good at being an asshole, you were going to be better. If he thought he was bad, you were going to be worse. There was a lot of tension between the two of you. Everybody could see it. Nobody wanted to talk about it around you, or even bring it up to you. Nobody except a good friend of yours, Jensen Button. Who just so happened to also be Fernando’s teammate. 

“Okay, I literally can’t keep up with this anymore.” He said to you. FP2 had finished a few hours ago and the interviews that occurred afterwards were full of snide comments and poorly veiled insults between you and Fernando. “What the fuck happened between the two of you?” 

You scoffed, “When you figure it out let me know.” 

Jensen looked at you in disbelief. “You mean you don’t even know?” 

“Look, Jense. All I know is that he snubbed me whenever I tried to talk to him. He’s ignored me and made comments about me for my entire career in this goddamn sport. So if he wants to be a dickhead with the only female driver in however many fucking years, I’m gonna give as good as I’m getting.” You stormed off before he had a chance to reply. 

Jensen stood there as he watched you get in your car and start driving, presumably to the hotel the drivers were put in. He had to get to the bottom of this. Turning on his heel, Jensen made his way back to the paddock in search of Fernando, who he knew would still be here. 

When Jensen found him, Fernando was humming an old Spanish song while he folded the little laundry he had in his driver's room. 

“Has your woman gone home?” Fernando asked, seeing Jensen standing there in his peripheral. 

“Not my woman. She’s basically my sister.” 

“But she has gone to the hotel, yes?” 

“Why do you hate her?” Jensen ignored Fernando’s question in favour of asking the one thing he set out to find the answer for.

Fernando frowned and paused what he was doing. Setting down the clothes, but not turning around, he asked Jensen, “What makes you say I hate her?” 

“Well, in her own words, you snubbed her everytime she went to speak with you. You’ve ignored her and made comments about her for, and I quote, ‘her entire career in this goddamn sport’.” Jensen walked further inside Fernando’s room, gently closing the door as he went.

“She has been doing the same to me, no?”

“Yeah well, she told me she was only giving as good as she was getting, so.” Jensen shrugged, “She seems pretty set in thinking you hate her. I’m only here to figure out what’s going on between you two.”

It was silent for a few minutes before Fernando spoke up. 

“She intimidates me.” 

Jensen wasn’t sure if he had heard his teammate correctly. 

“I’m sorry? She intimidates you?”

Fernando had turned around to look at him now. “When I heard about a female racer that was bulldozing through the ranks, I started to follow her career. Every interview she gave, every race she drove, I kept track of it all. I was impressed.” He walked over and sat on the small couch. “The more I watched, the more I followed, the more enamoured I became with her. That’s what intimidated me.” 

“So she’s not the one intimidating you. Your own feelings are.” 

“Yes. I was scared. For so long I was comfortable with not having a partner, not having a family. I was scared to suddenly want these things with a person I have never met in my life.” 

“So you thought the best way to deal with that was being a dickhead? That was smart.” It was Jensen’s turn to scoff now. “That has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” 

“I know. I was afraid of what I would say if I spoke to her directly. So I stuck to what I know how to do, play up my media persona of being arrogant.” 

“That’s not arrogance, Mate. That’s plain and simple stupidity.” Jensen let out an exhausted breath and opened the door. “I only hope that one day, you can somehow overcome that.” 

While he walked away from Fernando, Jensen promised himself that one way or another, he would bring an end to the issue between you and his teammate. 

His opportunity came the next day when he saw you walk into your driver’s room after qualifying. He knew that you would likely want to be by yourself, especially because you had only just managed to get into Q3, but he was damned if he didn’t use this opportunity. 

As quickly as he could, he made his way over to Fernando’s driver’s room, grabbed his wrist and started dragging him through the paddock and towards you. Because you and Jensen were so close with each other, he knew that your door would be unlocked. So when he got there with Fernando, he quickly threw the door open, shoved Fernando inside and closed the door. Using his body as a barricade, he stopped Fernando’s attempts of getting out of the small room.

Until now, you had been too shocked to properly react to what was happening, but as soon as you registered that Fernando of all people was inside your driver’s room and that Jensen had been the one to put him there, you got angry. 

“Jensen I know you’re outside the door, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You yelled. Having never heard you genuinely angry before, Fernando had stopped his attempts of pushing the door open to get out. As much as he could, he quickly moved out of the way when you started to step over to pound on the door and continue yelling at your best friend. 

“I’m not opening this door until you sort your shit out with each other!” Jensen yelled back. 

“You’re a piece of shit Jensen! I swear to god if you don’t open this fucking door, I’m never fucking speaking to you again!” 

“I think I’ll live!” 

You yelled out in frustration and fury. Turning around, you saw Fernando looking at you in shock. “What!?” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry.” His voice was a whisper. Almost as if he was scared of you. 

“Well aren’t you lucky?” You were no longer yelling, but the anger was still evident in your words. “Listen, I could care less if you hate me, but could you at least explain that to Jensen so I can leave?” You punctuated your sentence with a solid kick to the door, where Jensen was still using his bodyweight to stop you from leaving. 

“I don’t hate you.” 

You laughed. Doubled over hands on your knees, you laughed as if he had said the funniest thing in the world. “That has to be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say Alonso.” 

It was Jensen’s voice beyond the door that made you sober up quickly. “He’s in love with you! He’s just too pussy to tell you!” 

You practically gave yourself whiplash turning your head to look at Fernando’s face. “You what?” 

“I-” Before Fernando could get a word in edgewise, you had turned back to the door, pounding your open hand on it. 

“Jensen, this isn’t funny! You can’t do this to me, you can’t play me like this! Please just open the door!” The amount of emotion coursing through you made your voice crack as you pleaded to be let out. 

“I promise you, Buggy, I’m not doing this to hurt you.”

“What do you mean?” Fernando had asked you. 

“Years ago, before we were ever teammates and before she got to F1, Y/n told me that she was the most excited to meet you. She’s always admired you. She was gutted when you acted how you did the day you met. Ever since, she’s tried to understand what was wrong with her. Wouldn’t listen when I said it had nothing to do with her.” Jensen said loud enough for you both to hear him. “I have to do this, Buggy. I only ever want the best for you and if that means I have to make you confront this, then so be it.” 

At this point Fernando had slowly made his way over to where you had practically run to. The look on your face broke his heart, so he slowly and clearly moved his arms to hold you close to him. 

“Let go of me! Let me go! You- You hate me! You don’t like me, please just let go..” You had tried prying yourself out of his arms before deflating in defeat and crying. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel that way. Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.” He kept hugging you close, gently his hand over your head and shushing you like one would when calming a child. 

Jensen’s heart broke as he heard you break down. He knew this needed to happen, but it still hurt to hear his best friend, his little sister, crying her heart out. 

Fernando managed to gently guide you so that the two of you were sitting on the floor. He didn’t want to risk you falling because of being too overwhelmed. He started explaining to you how he had followed your career since you had been in Formula 3. He spoke about how he admired just how driven you were, which had earned a small, wet chuckle from you. Eventually, you had calmed down enough to stop crying, though neither you nor Fernando made an effort to move from the embrace. 

After a few moments of silence, Fernando spoke. His voice whispered, “He’s right.” 

“Who?” Your voice was still wrought with emotion. 

“Jensen. He was right when he said I was too scared to tell you I love you.” 

“But why?” 

“Why was I scared?” he wiped a stray tear from your face, “There’s a lot of reasons I guess. I mean-” 

You cut him off. “No, I mean why are you in love with me? You haven’t spoken to me directly ever since I got here, so why would you love me?” 

Fernando gently squeezed you. “A lot of reasons. I guess the biggest one is that I saw how determined you were, fighting to be on the top step after every race. I saw how you never let anybody tell you how to act. You’ve always had a fire in you and that attracted me the most. El hecho de que seas tan hermosa también ayuda.”  [The fact that you're so beautiful helps too.]

A small part of your brain clocked onto the fact that Fernando had no idea what languages you spoke. “Can I tell you something?” 

“Of course, Guapa.”  [Pretty]

“Tomé clases de español de niña, hasta que tuve fluidez.”  [I took Spanish classes as a kid, until I was fluent.]

Fernando placed a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Every word I said is the truth.” 

“Thank you.”

Kinda struggled writing the "Enemies to Lovers" part of this but overall I think I did pretty good.

I hope you all enjoyed!

MUAHS <3

[becca-e-barnes]

I miss ur lee Bodecker posts

So do I, let's fix that 🤤

As much as I love writing my filthiest thoughts for Lee, today I'm imagining the way he'd want to introduce you to sensations that you didn't know existed. He knows you're a sweet, innocent little thing and you probably don't know what your own body is capable of so he's beyond keen to show you.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll feel so nice in a second." As much as you trust your husband, you can't help but feel a little uncomfortable being watched like this. It feels like he sees everything.

His pointer finger traces along your bare, slippery sex. The tip of his finger presses to your entrance, just testing how quickly your body accepts him before gliding his finger the whole way into you.

"That's it, good girl." He hums, watching your face as he pulls his finger back and presses it into you once more.

His movements are so slow and gentle; he doesn't need to rush. It's more important that he gets to explore your body and you get to explore your pleasure.

"You're doin' so well for me. So proud of you." He kisses the inside of your thighs, watching his finger slip into you once again before he lines another finger up beside the first, pressing them both into you on the next stroke.

Oh, that feels different. It's a fullness and a weight that doesn't feel uncomfortable but it'll take a little while to get used to.

"Now, sweetheart. Gonna try somethin' for you." Lee's mouth is watering, listening to the slick sounds he can coax from you with his fingers, knowing that he'll replace he fingers with his cock when he's confident you're ready.

"Lee, please." You gasp, trying to resist fucking yourself down onto his fingers. You feel pathetic like this. It's a need you didn't think you'd be capable of but all your discomfort and hesitation melts away. It can't be wrong to need him. You're married to him, after all.

You hardly understand what he's doing to you when the next sensation registers. It's a disorientating pleasure that makes your velvety walls and clench, your body desperate to keep his fingers working their magic inside you.

"Good girl, you like that? You like the way I curl my fingers in this pretty little pussy?" You barely hear Lee over your own frantic gasps but you can't find it in yourself to stifle them.

"That's nice, isn't it baby? It's okay, I've got you. Just enjoy it." He's so damn smug but he's allowed to be. You didn't know you could feel like this, and all because of two thick fingers rubbing a little sweet spot inside you.

"So fuckin' wet. Gonna feel like Heaven when I bury my dick inside you." He's so vulgar but for once, it's not off-putting. It's exciting to know this feeling won't stop. Watching him stroke his hard, throbbing cock while he plays with you only makes you imagine how it'll feel to have the tip of his dick rubbing you there instead.