#club kiss scene you will always be famous

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

No joke i think about the club kiss scene AT LEAST 5 times a day. I say this completely unironically. Every element is worth obsessing over. Like how Mickey went to a gay club knowing FULL well his boyfriend was a stripper there so he was obviously going to have creeps hitting on him and yet he STILL went into full on rabid dog mode when a guy tried to tip Ian. And then Ian being like 🙄🙄🙄 cause he is just used to Mickey being overprotective and trying to kiss him in public for the first time. And Mickey flat out refused at first BUT THEN HE SLOWLY LOOKS AROUND AND REALISES "WAIT A MINUTE WE'RE AT A GAY CLUB PEOPLE ARE GAY HERE NOONE GIVES A FUCK".

AND THEY KISSED

LIKE THEY WERE STARVING, LIKE IT WAS VITAL FOR THEIR EXISTENCE. Mickey messed up Ian's hair and Ian was holding him in ways he's never been held before. And the hands OH GOD THE HANDS HOLY FUCK

[sports-on-sundays]

Okay so 🤭 what if Y/N use to be with ( whatever Barca player you choose ) and they broke it off because they supposedly wanted to focus on their career and the reader was really heartbroken and omg to make it more better y/n is Carlos sister and then she sees or hear how they moved on already! And little by little she starts to be with lando and they announce their relationship when he wins in Miami!! Like full on hard launch. 😭🙌🏽

Also this got me motivated to think of more ideas ima write them down for the future 🤭

papaya girl / LN4

Summary: ex!Ferran x Sainz!baker!reader x Lando - After a devastating breakup with your footballing boyfriend, you think you'll never be able to date someone again.

Warnings: there's a golf scene and I don't golf so-!🤞, mention of sickness, foul language, sorry if some things are not accurate, headache, partying/dancing/drunkenness/clubbing, mention of getting so drunk you had no memory of what happened, implied getting drunk to dampen emotions, getting injured, vomiting, slight soulmate feel, a bit of suggestive talk, use of babe/baby/bae/baby girl/etc., I feel like every kiss I describe is exactly the same sooo- sorry about that! ✌

Requested?: YES! 😘

Author's Note: Do you ever write something so good that you wish you could make it into a movie? That's how I feel about this. I can imagine the scenes. Didn't plan it but I guess 24 is the magic number for this one. I made the request more dramatic because... I like doing that... 👉 👈 🥺 ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. PERFECT MIX OF ANGST AND FLUFF. I LITERALLY LOVE YOU! If you do have any more ideas and you're up for it, let me know!

When you met Ferran Torres, you were a Madridista with a passion for Ferrari. Being a Sainz, you've always been rooting for Real Madrid, but your favorite Formula 1 team isn't as consistent. Because before that, you were a McLaren fan. And before that, Red Bull. And everything else before that, too.

Wherever Carlos is, you're a fan of it.

You, quite literally, on the day you met Ferran, were wearing a Cristiano Ronaldo jersey and a backwards Ferrari cap.

And, well, he, a new arrival from Manchester City, liked that, apparently!

And it was beautiful. They way you slowly became closer and closer, growing to know each other more and more.

And then, maybe you just hit a point. Hit a point in your relationship where you wanted more, and Ferran realized that if any more was given by him, it would be too far for him.

And he cut it off. Said he was doing well in Barcelona. He had high hopes. You, a sold out Madrid fan, had been wearing his number on the back of a blaugrana jersey. And despite that blaugrana jersey, he ditched you.

He said his work, his career, his passions, his dreams, were more important than you.

But you can't complain, Y/n. That's fair. He was gentle in letting you know. He made it clear he didn't want any malice between you and him.

You roll over in bed, staring vacantly at your wall. There's a large Real Madrid flag hanging in the middle. A smaller Ferrari flag on one side. A few posters of bands and teams you like or events you've been to, signed by different celebrities. People who are more famous than 'Carlos Sainz Jr.'s sister' or 'Ferran Torres's ex-girlfriend.' On one side, it seems silly to have a poster signed by Max Verstappen, but you do. On the other side of the flag, you have a peeling old McLaren poster, showing the younger versions of Carlos and his former racing partner, Lando Norris, looking just seconds away from breaking into a loud, hysterical laughter.

And next to that, you have a Barcelona poster.

You smile sadly to yourself.

I must look like such a conflicted sports fan.

You stand up, walking over to the wall. After gently peeling the Barcelona poster off the wall, you slowly trace the badge with your fingers, any hint of a smile now gone as tears begin to fill your eyes, threatening to fall.

"This is stupid," you murmur scornfully, your voice cracking softly. "This isn't even my team! It's not my city...!" You toss the poster across the room, leaving it in a place where you don't intend to pick it up anytime soon.

Let it gather dust and crumple. That's what Ferran did. He threw away our relationship like it was nothing but a worthless piece of paper. And now I'm suffering the consequences.

You sigh. You're trying not to let yourself be bitter. You want to look back on everything you and Ferran had and be happy. Appreciate it. You still love Ferran. You don't want to be angry with him.

Someone said to you once, Hurt heals with time, as long as you let it.

You grab a bold, red Sharpie from your drawer and your notebook from a dresser. You scribble those words in all caps, rip out the page, grab some tape, and hang the piece of paper where the FC Barcelona poster used to be.

You sigh, but nod, before turning to get ready for your day.

You hate winter. You never hated winter before this winter, but now you hate it.

With the breakup, you've been avoiding anything La Liga like the plague, even if it doesn't involve Ferran Torres. It just reminds you too much.

And with Carlos on winter break, getting ready for the start of the season, he's not around much. Going on different trips, he's quite busy. Which you don't like. You and your brother have a strong bond.

It's not like you don't have anything to do. You just don't have anything interesting to do. You have a shop that you run, but you have enough staff hired to not have to be there all the time.

Yes, in a family of racing, you were never too into it. Your strong spot is in baking and business running, so that's why you opened up a bakery in Madrid.

And being a Sainz, of course it was a success.

Same type of thing as Charles Leclerc's 'LEC,' except you're not the racing driver Charles Leclerc, you're not doing ice cream, and you've always been doing this, for five years now.

You watch as a young, excited couple walks in, jabbering away in English. You can just tell they're tourists as they get in line to order. Once they get to the counter, the woman immediately leans over the counter in excitement, saying, "Is Carlos Sainz here?" in English.

You chuckle. Sounds American. "Which Carlos Sainz?" you tease.

They look blankly at you as if you're just about the dumbest individual to walk planet Earth. You chuckle and say, "Why don't you get to ordering? There's a line."

Towards the afternoon, as things begin to quiet down just a little bit, you look up at the doorbell jingles and freeze.

When he reaches the counter, you snap at Ferran, "Why are you in Madrid?"

"Am I not allowed to be? Either way, hello to you, too."

You sigh, licking your lips as you study the Valencian boy. "What can I get for you?"

He shrugs and orders, before seating himself down at one of the seats at the counter. "How have you been, Y/n?" he asks.

"Fine," you swallow, staring down. "And you?"

"I'm good." From there, he begins just talking, as if we're old friends or something, and not exes.

He seems so happy. So content.

To not be with you.

Suddenly, mid-way through one of his many sentences, you slip your hand over his, almost on impulse. He stops, staring to your hands, and then to you.

You breathe softly, "Why? Why did you come here to just talk to me? Aren't you moved on? Ferran, this is torture for me."

Lines crease into his face. You can see him swallow, looking at your smaller hand on his. "I'm... I'm sorry. I am moved on. I'm doing well. I just thought maybe we could be friends. I'd never want to date you again; I'm not in the place to date anyone. I'm happy single. But I just feel bad. I know you're hurt, and... I'd be happy to still be friends with you, is all?" He slips his hand out from underneath yours and takes his cup of coffee with it, taking a sip as he watches you intently.

You drag a hand over your face. Though you didn't want to admit it, seeing him come in to the bakery gave you hope. That maybe he wanted to try again. But those words that came out of his mouth? They cut deep.

"Listen, Ferran," you barely whisper. "I'm still trying to work through what happened. Everything. It's hard for me. But I appreciate it, and when I'm ready, if I'm ever ready, I'd love to be your friend. O- Okay?"

He nods slowly, staring down. "Alright... Fair enough."

"What's wrong?" your older brother, Carlos, asks. You watch outside the window as the world travels by.

You sigh. "Ferran."

"Him, again?"

"Carlos," you sigh. "Stop. It's nothing new. I'm just missing him. He wants to stay friends, but I said I needed time."

"Ah. Well, you know, I did tell you never to date-"

"-a Barcelona player. I know," you roll your eyes with a little smile.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Hurt heals with time, as-"

"-long as you let it. I know," you comment, smiling a bit wider.

"Exactly. It'll come."

You sigh. "I hope so."

As Carlos pulls into the parking lot, you say, "So. Is that why you decided to take me golfing with your friends? Just wanted to check up on me, but you never have the time to sit down over dinner these days?"

Carlos smiles as he shuts off the car. "No. I could have made time. But I wanted your company golfing."

"You know I'm not big on g-"

"Shut up," he grins. "Yes you are."

"I suck."

"Not as bad as some people I know. In fact, you're actually pretty okay."

Soon, you meet up with a bunch of Carlos's friends. They're all chatting, and you're just kind of zoning off, looking out over the grassy hills, when suddenly you look up when Carlos says, "Ay! Lando!"

You blink in complete and utter shock. "Why is Lando Norris here?"

As Lando approaches, he eyes you, saying teasingly, "Well, thank you for the warm welcome, Y/n Sainz."

"Lando was just around, so he made the drive to meet us here," Carlos quickly fills in.

Soon, you're all off. After a round, as you're walking back to the cart to go get lunch, Carlos says, nudging Lando, "I think my baby sister is better than you."

Lando laughs. "You fucking muppet; what are you talking about?"

You grin, falling in step with Lando and Carlos. "I'm a better golfer."

"That is just wrong," Lando says, glancing at you. "Downright wrong."

"It's a Sainz thing," Carlos puts in. "There's no way for you to beat us, Lando. You can't. Winning runs in the family."

Lando rolls his eyes, reiterating, "Your baby sister is not better than me."

"You have no right to call me a baby," you put in indignantly. "I'm probably older than you."

Lando looks at you, his nose all scrunched up. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"Hah! Same age."

"That still doesn't mean you get to call me a baby!"

"Her birthday is in January; different year than Lando's. Lando, you can call her a baby; you're older," Carlos says.

"Carlos!" you snap. "Don't give him permission!"

Carlos grins and shakes his head as he breaks off to chat with some of his other friends and get on the cart with them.

Lando grins, giving a discreet pat on your lower back as he murmurs, "Sorry, baby."

And for some reason, that makes you feel things. You decide to blame it on the fact that Lando's just good-looking.

Once you're all seated down with your lunch, you comment, "So what's with the whole..." your hand goes to your chin, referring to his facial hair, as you look at Lando expectantly.

Lando slams down his fork, saying lightheartedly, "Sick of people asking me that!"

You smirk. "Makes you look like you're forty."

"Whatever, baby."

"You know, I have a picture on my wall of you and Carlos when you were just babies, too."

As soon as Lando raises an eyebrow with a smirk, you know it was a mistake to word it that way. "You have a picture of me and Carlos on your wall?" he asks, mock condescendingly.

"No, no. I mean, I do, but- It's just an old McLaren poster." You immediately look down.

"What, are you a fan of mine?" Lando teases further.

"No! I'm a fan of Carlos, and you just so happened to be his teammate at that time. The point is that you two look like pipsqueaks in that photo! Lando, you looked so awkward, with all your acne-"

"What, Lando, you think she's a McLaren fan? She's sold out for Ferrari," Carlos interrupts.

"Literally! I deck myself out in red every Sunday!"

"Today's Sunday," Lando starts like the stupid idiot he is, "And I don't see you wearing red."

You groan, leaning back, covering your face in your hands. "Carlos, how are you this guy's friend? He's so annoying! Why'd you invite him for? How do you put up with him?"

Carlos just smirks, patting your shoulder, and says, "I'm used to having to put up with irritable people, after having to grow up with you."

You roll your eyes, fighting off a smile as all the guys around you at the table laugh out loud.

On the car ride back, you're mostly silent, your thoughts swimming with one thing and one thing only.

Lando Norris.

And there's a soft smile on your face as you think about your morning with him.

But Carlos can tell you're deep in thought. Usually, you'd be yapping away right now. "Anything on your mind?" he asks carefully.

You sigh. "Not much."

"You're bad at lying. You're staring out the window dreamily. What's on your mind?"

You sigh. "It's stupid. You'll make fun of me."

"I'm not stupid, though. I can already guess what it is."

You gulp. "How?"

"For the whole day, the only person you talked to was Lando."

You feel your stomach drop. "It's nothing serious, Carlos. He's just funny."

"You said something like that to me about Ferran Torres right before you officially started dating."

That makes you feel a bit sick. "Carlos, I won't let that happen again."

"Don't. And don't be getting interested in anyone until you're over your ex. And we both know you're not. And please don't be getting interested in someone like Lando."

"Why?" You eyebrows scrunch together. "I thought you two were buddies."

Carlos grins teasingly. "If you somehow got yourself with him, there would always be two annoying people in one place."

"You're intolerable!" you snap, laughing.

"You are too, hermana."

It strikes Carlos as strange when the first thing Lando says to him the weekend of Bahrain, before even a hello, is: "Is your sister here?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Lando shrugs. "She's nice."

"No... She'll be coming to Australia, though..." Carlos can't help but feel suspicion fill his chest. He's always been somewhat protective of you, being his little sister and all.

"Perfect," Lando grins, and he's off.

In Australia, like any other race, you're decked out in your red. Ferrari hat, Ferrari jacket, red jeans. Ferrari earrings. Even your black shoes have a stripe of red on the sides.

Carlos always tells you it's dumb. But it's become a part of your whole thing, since you spend a huge amount of your life following Carlos around and going to Grand Prixs.

It's fun sometimes, being Carlos Sainz Jr.'s sister!

But when you see a shock of papaya in your red world called Ferrari's hospitality, you squint, slipping your sunglasses up on your hat, and say, "Who said you could walk in like that uninvited?"

"No one," Lando grins, "but I'm only here to see you."

Your eyebrows raise as you stand up. "Wha-"

"Come with me. I'm going to barf if I have to breathe Ferrari air any longer. Just your terrible get-up is making me nauseous. I guess I'll be free from seeing that stupid outfit next year when Carlos isn't in Ferrari-"

"Oh, shut it, you!" you snap, but follow him with a grin on your face.

"So you broke up with your Barcelona man?" Lando start, cutting straight to the chase.

"Uh-" you swallow. "He broke up with me."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

You're not sure why Lando wants to know, and he certainly doesn't have any reason to know, but still you say, "We had been dating for a while, you know? I wanted something more. You know, to go deeper. Someday, I'd love to even maybe get married. But, Ferran... well, he didn't want to go the step deeper. Said he wanted to focus on his career. He broke it off. We're on fine terms, though."

"Ah..." he nods slowly. "That sounds like a tough breakup."

"Yeah... Yeah, it was."

He continues nodding, and catches your eye before saying, "So I'm assuming you want to... you know, you won't be up for any more relationships any time soon? Lot to work through?"

You suddenly feel your face begin to heat up. "Uh, well- depends on who it is, I suppose," you blurt without thinking.

"Hm?" He raises an eyebrow. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Well, considering the fact that your face is just about as red as that Ferrari hat on your head, I'm wondering what you think of me."

You swallow, feeling even more embarrassed. "Are you suggesting...?"

"If you're up for it, the night after the Grand Prix, you can meet me at my hotel room, and we'll go from there. Text me if you decide 'yes,' for the details."

"I don't have your numb-"

He gives a cute little smile and opens his hand to reveal a folded up piece of paper. "Now you do. See you later, Miss Sainz!"

You stand, dumbfounded, as he jogs off.

"Oh my God, Carlos! Well done! So well done! Oh my God!" you scream in the midst of your strings of excited swear words, in both Spanish and English. "Did you actually just win the Australian Grand Prix?!"

He grins as he kisses your cheek, patting your back and saying, "Yes, I actually just did."

You hug your older brother tight, resting your head on his shoulder. "Love you. You did amazing. After everything you've been through. You're going to be leaving Ferrari next season and with your surgery and everything and-"

He smiles a bit. "Want to let me go now? Can't squeeze me too tight, remember?"

"So you can drive a race car and win the race, but you're too fragile for me to hug you!" you laugh, but release him from the hug.

He laughs out loud. "Yes, pretty much."

Hours later, you stand in the lit, mostly empty hallway, knocking on the white-painted door. You've change out of your Ferrari red head-to-toe fit, and are now wearing a black t-shirt with the F1 logo in red on the left side, black sweatpants, and your hair held back by a headband.

Lando probably isn't here, you think as you wait. I look so stupid. He doesn't care as much as he acts like he does. He's probably out partying or something. He got a podium. Carlos won. There's no way he's just sitting around in his hotel room-

You look up in surprise as the door clicks and swings open to reveal Lando Norris standing before you.

You beam and say a bit too loud, "Lando!"

He laughs. "Hey..." He's dressed in a white button down, dark blue jeans, and his regular assortment of jewelry. "Want to come in for a bit?"

You nod. "Were you... just out?" you ask slowly.

He chuckles again, plopping down on the sofa. "If I were just out, I wouldn't be looking this neat."

"Oh... Oh?"

"Come on. Sit down next to me," he encourages with a wave of his hand. "Something funny- I've had my eyes on you for a while now."

You look up in somewhat shock. "That's why you're so confident about this?"

"That, and that I'm just the peak of all confidence," he jokes, clearly mocking cockiness.

You roll your eyes.

"But really. I've been flirting with you for a while."

This time your eyes widen. "No way."

"Just little. I knew you were dating that Torres-"

"How?"

He smiles. "Doesn't take much to find out. Anyway, I think you just blocked it out because you were dating someone else. Shows you're a loyal girl."

"Hm..." you nod slowly. "I... I suppose...?"

Suddenly, he takes your hand in his. "So, you like me?"

"I think I have for a while. Like you said- I blocked it out because I was dating someone else." You didn't even know that until now, hearing the words coming from your mouth.

He smirks. "Even better. So..."

"Yeah?" you ask, a little glimmer in your eyes.

"I'd like to know what the hell you're wearing."

Suddenly, your face falls. "Uh- I'm sorry- I- I thought we- Um-"

Lando laughs. "Y/n! I'm teasing!"

"O- Oh!" you laugh nervously.

"I was just thinking... Maybe you'd want to go out and celebrate with me?"

"Oh-" you nod. "Right."

"So, do you want to get changed? I'll text you where we'll meet in a half hour?"

You grin, standing up. "Sounds good."

"See you then."

"Holy fuck, man," are Lando's first words when he sees you. You're wearing sunglasses, a form-fitting sequin shirt, and flattering white jeans.

"What?" you ask anxiously. "Is it too much?"

"Too much? Y/n, you're gorgeous."

You sigh in relief. "Alright good... And- one thing."

"Hm?" Lando asks, an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know if we... could we say we're... that you're my..."

"Partner? Boyfriend?"

You swallow. "Sure. I think... I think I'm good with that. At least for tonight."

He nods.

"But let's not make it clear here. I don't want the way for everyone to find out about this being, you know, by nightclub pictures on the internet."

He smirks a bit, nodding. "Fair enough, then. Let's go."

"Rise and shine! Let's hit the grind, Y/n!" an unfamiliar voice wakes you up.

You roll over to see Lando's handsome face looking down at you. You're in his hotel room, in the one bed. He's all dressed and ready to go, and towering over you, looking like a giddy dog.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes. "I've got a killer headache. What happened last night." You feel disgusting, and wrinkle your nose as you get a whiff of the alcohol scent radiating off of you.

He grins. "I learned that you have no tolerance whatsoever."

You frown. "Unlike you, Norris, I'm not getting drunk all the time! Now, tell me what really happened!"

"Nothing much. Just a lot of fun," he sits down next to you, "and it's a shame that you can't remember any of it." He chuckles a bit, saying, "You got fucking wild. You were more fun though before you got absolutely drunk out of your wits."

"You didn't do anyth-"

"No, no!" he rolls his eyes. "Besides, Carlos was there. I wouldn't dare. You at least remember Carlos, right, being there?"

You roll your eyes. "Yes, of course I do."

"But you really did completely black out? You don't remember anything?"

You swallow nervously. "No... I don't really remember anything... I mean, I guess..." You close your eyes, thinking hard. "Just dancing... music was super loud, but... that's not anything specific. I don't feel well at all now, though..." You start to feel a bit dizzy at the energy you're putting into trying to remember.

You open your eyes and look at Lando.

He smiles. "Well, it was fun, nothing more. Want me to bring you back to your hotel now?"

"Yeah, I guess..." you nod, cradling your head in your hands. "That'd be great..." You see the wine stain on your jeans. You can feel an ache in your ankle. You just need to clean yourself up.

Lando helps you limp to the car, assuring you that you just tripped. Saying your ankle is fine; it'll feel better in a few days' time.

You're not so sure.

As Lando drives, he knows he should tell you the details, like Carlos said.

But it still feels like you'd be better off not knowing at all.

Nine hours before

Though every single one of Lando's molecules in his body told him not to, he had to keep pushing you off. He sat talking away with some other dudes, and you sat his side, drunkenly trying to wrap your arms around him.

You blubbered softly about all kinds of stuff, a strange mixture of being utterly devastated and overly romantic.

Lando knew. You didn't get drunk this often.

A part of him felt bad. A huge part of him. He didn't think he had pressured you into anything. Certainly not intentionally. And you were the one who kept drinking more. But maybe he did...

Maybe it was his fault you were the mess you were now.

"Lando..." you murmured, your hand gripping his bicep. You leaned closer. "You're so sexy in that shirt." You reached over to unbutton another button of his shirt.

He gently pushed you away for the millionth time. "Remember, Y/n? You don't want anyone to know you're into me this much," he whispered lowly to you, running a hand through his hair. "Remember that, baby."

You pouted. "Ferran broke up with me and made me sad. Can't you make me happy now."

"Not now. I won't be doing anything when you're this drunk."

"I'm not that drunk..."

Lando snorted. "Whatever you say, lovely."

All was going as fine as it could be going. But then Carlos showed up. "Hey, Y/n-" he had started.

But you had interrupted him by slapping your hand on Lando's shoulder, leaning into it, and giggling giddily, "Look at this pretty boy."

Immediately, Carlos's eyes flashed with shock. And then vague panic. And then anger.

"Lando, how drunk did you get her?!" he snapped, raising his voice even more than he already was. The flashing lights on the Spanish man's face helped Lando's anxiety no more.

"I didn't get her drunk at all! I tried to stop h-"

"Yeah, fucking right. Come with me Lando-"

"No!" you had snapped, standing up to grab Lando's sleeve before your older brother could drag him away.

You were clearly biting back tears. "Lan didn't do anything..." You stumbled drunkenly into the British man, who steadied you gently, before helping you sit down again.

Carlos's face remained hard and steadied on Lando, but he spoke no words, as if he was battling in his head what to do.

Lando sighed. "Listen, Carlos. She won't remember any of this tomorrow morning. Let's just not bring this up again, yeah? It was a mistake. Stuff happens. She got wild and had one too many. We've all had those nights."

But Lando genuinely didn't think Carlos had had one of those nights before.

Lando certainly had, though.

"She deserves to know."

"Maybe she shouldn't, though. She's gone through a lot with her ex breaking up with her and everything. And I'm sure your career up in the air isn't helping her cause much, either. She loves you more than the world. And think about how worrying it was for her to see you go into surgery like that, and race right afterwards? The good emotions just hit her, man. But it's probably a lot. She's just going through a lot. She doesn't need the guilt of getting too drunk and acting a little stupid, yeah?" Lando ranted, intently studying the older Spaniard's eyes.

Carlos's eyes slowly softened. "Alright... I won't tell her what's happening once she's sober. Only if I can make a deal with you."

Lando bit his lip, running a hand through his messed up hair. "What is it?"

"I won't say a word to her, as long as you promise to stay away from my sister. I know you're interested in her."

Lando's eyebrows creased together. "What does that men? Why?"

"Quit trying to get with my sister, and then it's a done deal."

Lando let out a shaky breath, slowly nodding. "Alright, then. Whatever. It's a done deal."

Of course Lando didn't intend on following through with his end of the deal.

But when Lando turned around to check on you on the couch, he froze when he saw you were gone. "Where'd Y/n go?" he immediately asked the other guys and girls sitting around.

"The hot Spanish girl?" one guy asked in a painfully slow Australian accent.

"Yes, her!" Lando demanded, his buzzed brain filling with irrational panic and overwhelming confusion.

He lazily gestured and responded, "Went to go dance, I reckon."

And before Carlos or anyone else could react any faster, Lando tore into the crowd, shoving people aside and squeezing through gaps that weren't there, in search of you.

She's drunk out of her mind! What the hell was she thinking!

That's right. She wasn't thinking.

And then, he spotted you, just for a moment. Moving your hips, stumbling about, thinking you were just about the sexiest thing in the room.

"Move out of my fucking way," was Lando's polite way of shoving two guys out of the way.

He could see the sweat glistening on your face. He could see the dumb smile on your face, your high giggles. He could see fresh wine spilled on your white jeans. He could see hands on you; he took no energy to see who they connected to as rage filled his entire being.

And he watched, almost in slow motion, as your ankle rolled on your black stiletto, and you stumbled to the floor with a brain rattling, painful cry.

Immediately, Lando shoved his way to your side, slipping his hands under your body. "My God, Y/n!" he nearly screamed over the music. "You idiot! You beautiful, fucking stupid, idiot! Tell me why I fell in love with you! You're going to be the death of me!"

"Hi Lando," you murmured through tears. "My ankle..."

"Yeah, yeah, I see. Let's get you out of here, yeah?"

You swallowed, nodding as Lando tucked your hair behind your ear. He lifted you to your feet and let you lean on him as he helped you limp out of the club.

"I'm sorry, Lando..." you had muttered hoarsely.

"Hey, don't worry," Lando had responded. "Never apologize for having nothing but a good time."

But he, Lando Norris, disagreed with the words coming out of his mouth. That was his motto, his excuse, all the time. But as soon as soon as he saw you, someone he genuinely really loved, really cared about, living like that?

It made him sick to his stomach.

Speaking of that, as soon as you were outside, you stumbled away from Lando. He steadied you with one hand and held your hair back with the other as you doubled over and vomited, your previously red face impossibly pale.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah..." you gasped after about a minute.

"Alright. Okay. Let's get to my hotel room now."

Lando could barely understand your slurred words as you responded, "As long as we're getting away from here."

Now

You were going to go to the Japanese Grand Prix. But you just wanted to stay home. With a sprained ankle that confines you to crutches and an illness you've picked up, there was no way you were going to fly across the world for a Grand Prix, especially with the potential jet lag.

You lay on your couch and text Lando. You've been thinking, and you let him know that though you really do want to go places with him, you want to go slower.

You still don't know what happened on that night in Melbourne. For some reason, you can't get anything of significance out of Carlos or Lando. But you know more than what they're saying must have happened that night.

You asked Charles, because he was there. He provided a bit more information, but not much. He said he wasn't really hanging around you that night, but that he did see you cuddling with Lando.

When you asked Lando about it, he said you were drunk, it was just you not thinking, and it only happened once. That you stopped after he pushed you off.

And social media shows no one caught it on camera, or anything that night, for that matter.

So at least there's no fans going crazy over anything.

Lando texts you back, saying that he thinks it's best to go slow. Just let yourselves ease into whatever your relationship is going to be.

It's a relief to see he agrees with you on that.

But then he sends another text, asking you to try to keep it a secret. Even from your family, including Carlos.

You ask why, and he responds saying he simply agrees it's good to be private, and he doesn't want Carlos judging.

Though you're not sure about it, since Carlos is not only your favorite (only) brother, but also your best friend, you still tentatively agree to it.

Lando probably has a good reason.

Right?

By the time the Chinese Grand Prix comes around, though your foot is still in a walking boot, you're over your illness, and decide you're going to go for it and make the trip halfway across the world. After all, you've never been to China!

It's true that your walking boot doesn't look the best with your shades, shining silver jewelry, and overalls, but oh well. The most annoying part is literally everyone who even half knows your name (the Sainz part) keeps asking you what the hell happened to your ankle.

And you have literally no response but, "I fell," because you have no more of an idea than them, and there's no way you're about to say, 'Hah I just got drunk with Lando and got so fucking crazy that I twisted my ankle and sprained it! Anyway!'

Yeah, no way.

So "I fell," is the best option you have.

But the most concerning thing to you is that you haven't even seen Lando yet, all weekend. Though you haven't seen each other in a while, you've been calling, texting, and face timing often, your relationship growing a lot.

You chew your lip as you limp towards the McLaren garage. You peek in, scanning for Lando, but only see Oscar.

You limp to him.

"Whoa- What happened to your-"

"I fell," you say, thoroughly exasperated with this. "Anyway, is Lando around?"

"Lando? Uhhh..." he looks around.

Dude, hurry up. I'm not supposed to be here, your thoughts practically scream.

But then he walks in himself, and you grin, waving, "Lando!" you call.

He walks over to you, smiling. "Aw. Look at my little injured girlfr- uh, uhm, mate. My injured mate." He glances nervously at Oscar.

But the Australian just smiles, "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

Lando nods gratefully, before leading you to a more private place. "Hey," he says softly once you're alone, his hands resting on your waist. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright... Ankle's getting better, slowly but surely."

"Oh, good," he almost looks relieved. "That's so good to hear. I'm so glad you made the big trip to be here, Y/n."

You smile softly. "I was starting to miss you."

He grins. "I was missing you, too, baby... I think I could make some time for you this weekend, too. We could just get take out, hang out at my hotel room, you know. No more partying, even if I win, right?" he teases gently, gesturing to your foot.

You snort. "Yeah. Yeah, no more partying for now for me."

Later that night, you lay next to Lando in his hotel room. His arms are wrapped around you, his hand rubbing your back. "Look at me," he murmurs sleepily.

You look up to see his soft eyes looking at you, with so much, tenderness, so much...

love.

You feel a flutter in your stomach. "Lando, how did we get here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Two months ago, I would lie awake in bed, dreaming about and missing Ferran. I was so lonely. Now here I am. Two months, and I'm laying here, in your arms."

He grins a bit. "I bet it's because we're meant for each other."

"That's cliché."

"No, it's not. I really mean it. You know, I had a crush on you even back when Carlos was in McLaren, you were around a lot more, in papaya."

"No, you didn't-"

"Yes, I did!" he laughs softly. "I really did. The day I saw you in the paddock. The day Carlos pointed you out as his sister. The day you flipped your hair and looked at me with those warm brown eyes. And then looked away from me, because in my first season in McLaren, I was the farthest thing from attractive."

You giggle at this. "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not! That was the day that I knew- I knew- that someday, I was going to make you mine," he murmurs, his eye half-lidded as his hand gently caresses your cheek.

"Lando!" you squeak, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "Don't you dare make me cry for no reason!" You wait a minute, before saying softly, "Well, maybe, just maybe, back then, though you were a pipsqueak, you were kind of cute... And I've always gotten butterflies from your jokes and teasing, even all those years ago, before I was even dating Ferran."

He laughs. "Awww... So you've always had a little bit of a crush on me, too!" You can see by his blushing cheeks and beaming eyes that just this fact is making him feel warm inside.

You roll your eyes, giggling. "I guess, maybe...."

He flicks your nose gently, playfully, holding you even closer. You lay there in more silence, before Lando says softer, even more tenderly, "Hey, Y/n... can I talk to you about something...?"

"Of course, Lando..." Your eyebrows knit together.

You watch as he swallows. Nods. Sighs. "Okay... Something has been bugging me..." He pauses. "I... I feel like I never should have brought you out that night in Australia... you know? Like, beyond the sprained ankle."

Your eyes flash. "What do you mean?"

"Well... You just got so drunk, and... I feel so bad... Like, somehow, it's my fault... I didn't mean for you to get hurt, or to drink that much... I just thought we'd have fun. Like I always do with my friends. And you're my girlfriend; supposed to be my closest friend..."

"Lando," you murmur shakily. "Did you try to get me that drunk? You didn't encourage it, did you?"

He looks nervous. "I genuinely don't think so, but I'm nervous I did... I tried to tell you enough was enough, but maybe I should have looked out for you more... Maybe I should have worked better at keeping you from getting that drunk... But we were having so much fun and I figured you would know your limit... I shouldn't have assumed."

"Lando! Don't blame yourself! It was my fault. I got too drunk, I fell and sprained my ankle. The sentiment of you wanting to look out for me is nice, but when push comes to shove, I'm in charge of myself, just like you're in charge of yourself, and it was my fault. My mistake. M'kay, Lando...?"

He nods slowly, still looking a bit unsure. "Well, Carlos isn't mad at you about it. He's mad at me..."

"Carlos is what?!"

"Ah, fuck. Forget I ever-"

"Lando Norris, explain."

"Whoa, that's sexy," he laughs.

"What?!" you exclaim in exasperation, yet you're still unable to keep your stomach fluttering by Lando's sudden spoken intrusive thought.

He grins, his eyebrows raised. "I don't know. Full name, in such a firm voice? Like, yes, mommy, order me around. I'll do whatever you want me to," he says in a low, goofy, teasing voice.

You can't stop your face from heating up. "Oh, shut it, you!" you snap, your voice cracking awkwardly as you flick him in the nose this time. And you flick his stupid nose harder than he flicked yours earlier.

He giggles evilly, rolling over. "Look at yourself! You liked that! You're a blushing mess!"

"No, I didn't. What a stupid way to flirt."

"Oh, well, I can show you even more stupid ways to flirt. Because, apparently, it doesn't quicken your heart rate at all."

You groan. "You are so annoying."

He leans over, giving you a peck on your lips. "I know. And you know you love me for it."

You forget to ask him again about Carlos.

"Baby, c'mere," Lando says, nodding for you to join him in his driver's room.

"Dude, watch what you call me when there's listening ears around."

Lando shrugs. "It's only Oscar in the other room."

"So? What makes you trust Oscar so much, anyway?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. He's a good guy. And he's not gossipy, like me."

You laugh. "You are, are you?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm a fucking gossip girl."

You laugh out loud at this as Lando shuts the door of his driver's room behind you.

Lando grins. "Anyways, Oscar is trustworthy because he's not the type of guy to have any desire not to keep a secret."

You frown, crossing your arms. "Alright. Whatever. Anyways, why'd you bring me in here?"

Lando shrugs, sitting down on the one chair in the room. "Sit down, babe."

You blink. "Where? On the fricking floor?"

"Uh, no," Lando rolls his eyes jokingly, as if this is the most obvious thing. "On my fricking lap, Y/n. Come on now. Duh."

You can't help but find yourself blush at that as you slip onto his lap. He wraps his hands around your waist, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smile, leaning into him as you ask softly, "So why'd you bring me in here? Just for kicks?"

He grins. "I need my Y/n fix before the race. You know, it'll make me drive better."

"Oh? Is that how it works?" Suddenly, though, before Lando can respond, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You slip it out and sigh. "It's Carlos, asking me where I am. I feel like I'm under surveillance."

Lando blows a raspberry before saying, "Just ignore it, bae. You're a twenty-four year old woman; Carlos needs to get over it."

"Get over what?" you ask, an eyebrow raised.

"You not being his baby sister anymore. You're my baby now," he murmurs into your shoulder, pulling you closer to himself.

You laugh. "I still can't decide whether you're the worst flirt I've ever met or the smoothest. But right now, I'm thinking the worst."

"Oh, well!" he says, looking up at you with innocent eyes, batting his lashes. "Doesn't matter to me, because either way, you like it! Anyway, back to before Carlitos had to interrupt-"

You giggle as he begins kissing your face and say, "Carlitos? I'm not even allowed to call him that without him going psycho man on me-"

"Mmm... Can you talk less? It's cuter when you do that giggle thing," Lando murmurs between kisses.

This causes you to laugh out loud. "Sometimes, Lando, I think you're so weird." You realize, in a strange way, though, Lando is right. Because of the giddy feeling of literally having your boyfriend shower you with kisses and love, you're just kind of trying to find anything to talk about.

But maybe you should just take one moment to shut up.

You lean into the kisses, exhaling slowly. Contently, despite your pounding heart and sweating neck.

Finally, you feel as though your face is absolutely, completely covered in Lando's kisses. You sigh, contented, as Lando kisses the tip of your nose, and then pecks your lips.

You giggle, opening your eyes to gaze into his.

But his eyes flutter shut as he leans in, his hand slipping to the nape of your neck. And his lips meet yours again, this time in a real kiss. You shut your eyes, enjoying those lips on your own, sending tingles throughout your whole body, causing your breath to grow heavier and heavier. Desire pulses in every beat of your heart, causing the passion in the kiss to build and build. Your right hand falls into his chest as the other knits itself in his curly locks. You feel Lando's hand on your hip as his fingers snake under to grip your ass gently. You can feel his hot breath on you, in you, apart of you, as his other hand gently stroking your neck, giving you little twitches of longing for more. Your tongues find an art of lingering exploration, Lando's hunger seeming to never be satisfied as his tongue and lips tease your nerves, the emotional and physical connections between you seeming stronger than ever. His hand slides down your neck to your back, pulling you closer to him, so your chests are pressed into one another.

Suddenly, though, there's a pounding on the door of Lando's driver's room. Your eye cracks open. Lando's squeeze tighter shut, his eyebrows creasing together, as if he wishes so much that this never has to end.

Lando grunts, finally pulling away. Oscar's voice on the other side of the door saying Lando's name seems to be in another, insignificant world. You're both gasping as you study each other's eyes in a certain awe.

A soft, mischievous smirk appears on Lando's lips. Those lips that now you can't stop staring at. "Was your first kiss with Torres that hot?"

You let out a breathy laugh. "Definitely not."

There's a pause, of just softly smiling, gazing into each other's eyes, before Lando breathes, his eyes half-lidded, "My fucking God," He gently, slowly strokes your warm, pink cheek. "Did I ever tell you how head over heels I am for you?"

Before you can respond, Oscar's voice says again from outside, "Lando, if you don't respond, soon, I'm coming in."

Lando groans again, leaning his head back, "You can't! The door's locked!" He then adds under his breath, "Fucking Osc, interrupting as soon as I was going to take it to the next step."

At this, you blush even deeper. "You were-"

Lando waves his hand dismissively. "I would have checked with you first."

You nod, breathing deeply.

"Alright, baby," he sighs, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it up a bit. "Let's go see what the hell Oscar wants."

When the door swings open, Oscar can't help but chuckle how how much, in that moment, you two look like some snarky super villian duo, about to give him some cheesy monologue. You both stand, arms crossed, practically back to back. Lando wears a scornful grin and you display a glare as hard as stone. Even your clothes- Lando's racing clothes and your head-to-toe Ferrari red, finish off the silly look.

"What's so funny?" you demand upon seeing the Australian's laughter.

"Nothing, nothing. But I hope you guys know: These walls are not soundproof."

"What are you suggesting?" Lando snaps. "You couldn't have possibly heard anything, you idiot!"

"Whoa, whoa! I didn't! I'm just saying!" Oscar says, going on the defensive, putting both hands up. "Me and my girlfriend don't lock ourselves in my driver's room before the race, losing track of time and forcing you to go get us!"

"You and your girlfriend are probably going to buy a house with a white picket fence and have 2.5 children and a golden lab! Oscar and Lily is bad enough, but I'm surprised it's not John and Emily!"

"Whoa," Lando says, laughing as you walk out of the driver's room together and he shuts the door. "Shots fired. Calm down, Y/n; jeez."

But Oscar's laughing, too, so you know there's no need to apologize.

"Lan... You know I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I won't go out, right?" you say nervously as you walk into his hotel room, rolling your suitcase from your own hotel room.

"Yeah, I know you weren't. I wasn't kidding, either."

"So... What?" you ask, sitting down on the edge of his bed, crossing your arms. "You're planning on going alone? Then why did you bring me to your hotel room-"

"Y/n," he suddenly says, leaning down to gently grab your chin and look you directly in your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'm staying right here."

Your jaw actually drops. "I'm sorry, but who are you and what have you done with Lando Norris? Because that man would never miss an opportunity to party."

This makes Lando let go of you and break into a fit of laughter. "Y/n!" he breathes. "What the hell are you talking about? Before that, I would never miss an opportunity to spend time with you."

You stare. "Okay, actually. I'm being serious now. What did you do with Lando?"

You watch as your boyfriend chuckles, sitting down next to you. "Baby. I'm not going to go out clubbing while you sit in a hotel room alone. And there's no way I'm taking you out again; my guilty conscience can't take that, and neither can your sprained ankle. So why not celebrate P2 here, just you and I, hm?" he says in a low tone.

Immediately, at this suggestion, you blush. "Oh, uh, Lando... I, uh... I don't know if I'm ready for something... you know... for that... right now... Not yet... You know, it's too early for me in our relationsh-"

Lando suddenly breaks into laughter again. Oh, that sweet, silly sound. "Y/n! My God, what a dirty mind you have! I wasn't thinking that at all-!"

"You, Lando Norris, are saying I have a dirty mind?! I bet you really are his doppelganger!"

He crosses his arms. "Only reason why I wouldn't suggest that is because I know you're not ready. Which is more than one hundred percent fine with me. I wasn't even thinking about that, anyway."

"What were you thinking, then?"

He smiles with his eyes. "Well, let's both get ready for bed," he begins pulling his shirt off over his head as you absolutely bear your eyes into him, "And once we're both ready, I'll meet you back... here...?" His confused face slowly turns to one of teasing nature when he sees your eyes trained intently on his bare chest. His perfectly toned abs. His perfectly shaped pecs. His strong, straight, tan back. The little brown beauty marks sprinkled all over his torso. You would love to kiss every single one of them. "Why don't you take a picture?" he smirks stupidly. "That way, it'll last longer."

"Oh, shut up," you murmur, licking your lips as you tear your eyes away from his bare middle. "You can shower first," you murmur.

Once you're both all clean and ready, you snuggle up under the blankets, only to find your arm brushing against Lando's bare skin.

You feel your heart flutter as you murmur, "Are you not wearing a shirt just to bother me?"

"What, no," Lando says, overly innocently. "I never wear a shirt to bed. Just like I'm sure you never wear a bra...?"

If you were embarrassed before, now it's ten times worse. You specifically decided to wear a bra, to avoid... that. And now here Lando is, bringing it up like it's the weather.

"Uh..." you begin.

"Anyway!" Lando says, apparently seeing the vaguely panicked look in your eyes. "Wanna just watch a show or something?"

"Yeah," you nod. "That sounds good."

Lando turns some stupid show on his laptop, and as you snuggle and it gets later, you become more relaxed. You lean your head on Lando's shoulder as he plays with strands of your smooth, wet, dark hair. Your hands begin softly feeling his chest, just drawing circles and feeling the shapes of his abs.

Everyday, you seem to get to know Lando more and more- inside and out.

He sighs, contented, and murmurs sleepily, "That feels nice."

You smile, nuzzling into him.

"I saw Barcelona and Madrid played today," he comments as your fingers continue stroking the abs under Lando's soft skin.

"Yeah... El Clásico..."

"You don't sound as excited as I thought you would. I thought you were big on Madrid."

"Yeah, I am... Just having been keeping up with La Liga lately, I guess."

"Hm... Well, would you like it if I could find some way to watch the game...?"

You smile softly. "Hm. Yeah, maybe that wouldn't be so bad..."

Lando nods, and soon, you're cuddled up with your boyfriend, watching your favorite team play against FC Barcelona/your ex's team.

It feels weird, but you like it.

You decide your bra isn't very comfy and slip it off under your shirt before tossing it across the room.

"You're finally over being embarrassed with me?" Lando teases.

You smile softly, shutting your eyes. "At least for now. Too sleepy to care."

He smiles back. "You're cute when you're sleepy. Cuter."

Soon, though, Lando is gently shaking you, murmuring, "Look. Your ex was subbed on."

"Hmmm? What about Fer?" you murmur with a yawn. You must have dozed off for a bit.

"Fer?" Lando asks, his nose scrunching up. "Yeah, Ferran Torres."

Your eyes flutter open to see your ex-boyfriend running onto the pitch. You feel a sudden, unexpected pang in your chest. When you and Ferran were still together, you watched him do that so many time, with a sense of pride and excitement.

But now, you don't feel much at all. It's no different from anyone else going out there to play.

But, like a train, memories of the past begin to hit you.

Going for walks with him. Cheering him on at finals. Hanging out with his teammates. Working out with him. Bringing him to the Barcelona Grand Prix. Exchanging gifts on birthdays and holidays.

Just all the little things you used to do.

Like snuggling with each other on late nights after Barcelona won.

Not unlike what you and Lando are doing right now.

Suddenly Lando's arm around you tightens, and he says, "You okay?"

"I- yeah..."

Lando leans forward to see you face. You try to turn it away. Lando doesn't let you.

You stare into each other's eyes.

"You're crying," he states softly.

"I guess..." you trail off, averting your eyes.

There's a few beats of silence before Lando states again, "You still miss him."

"I guess..." you repeat. "But... I'm happy to be with you... it just all happened so quick... It's a lot for me... I'm mostly over it- over him- by now, but sometimes things just... make me start to think. Reminsce of what's not anymore."

Lando slowly nods, and begins rubbing your shoulder. "I- Alright..."

"But don't worry. I'm way more happy to be with you right now than sad to not be with Ferran any longer."

"You're sure?" the Brit asks tentatively.

You nod, leaning into him once more. "I'm sure. One hundred and one percent."

"Hey, Lando," you grin giddily before the Miami Grand Prix. "Just drive your best out there, okay? Good luck, baby." You give him a high-five. You can sense he wants to give you a hug, but painfully knows he can't because of the ever-watching cameras and eyes all around you.

But he leans in close, until you can practically feel his breath on your face, and says softly, in just about the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way low voice, "Oh, baby... I'm going to go out there and win that race. For you."

"Oh, stop being such a romantic. You're going to make me cry."

He leans in, about to kiss your cheek, but you gently push him off, saying, "You better get going, Lan! Race is going to start soon!"

"Right! Bye bye, bab-"

"BYE!" you scream to overpower his stupid 'baby girl.'

And before you can even blink twice, it seems-

It's lights out....

And away we go!

"LANDO! FUCKIN'! NORRIS!" you scream as soon as you see him, running to him as fast as you can. Your eyes threaten to fill over their brims with tears as you leap into Lando's arms, immediately forgetting about hiding your relationship.

Right now, that just seems too silly to care about. It doesn't matter enough.

Your boyfriend is a race winner.

The racer winner!

He leans back with the most joyful, most romantic, most adrenaline filled, most glorious look in his eyes as they search yours. His hand slowly strokes your cheeks as he purrs, "I told you I would win it for you, didn't I?"

"Lando-" you begin in excitement, but are interrupted by Lando's lips on yours, aggressively, passionately leaning into yours, flooding all his emotions into you, sharing his dream coming true with you.

For some reason, you begin to cry. Flows of tears, flooding down your cheeks as you kiss each other, and your heart pounds at a million kilometres an hour. His hands grip your waist tight, and the moment-

It all seems so perfect.

Right now, you don't care about the fact it was supposed to be secret. You don't care about what Carlos will think or say or do, or what fans on social media will post. None of it matters.

In this moment, the only two people that matter are you and Lando, in a symphony of amorousness, standing on the top of the world.

In this moment, you and Lando, both in sync, know this is the right time. Though it's been merely three months of being in a real, serious relationship, it feels like several lifetimes.

You don't care about the shock of other people, or the cameras flashing and clicking and filming.

All the sudden, you're proud of it.

You want everyone to know, no matter how they'll react, that you're Lando's, and Lando is yours.

When you finally break away from each other, Lando's smile remains as he gazes into your eyes.

"Are you crying too?" you giggle softly as you spot a glint in his eyes.

"What? Me, crying? No, I'm not crying! Of course I'm not crying!" he says teasingly, hastily wiping at his eye with his thumb. "You're the one crying! But anyway-" He slips the papaya McLaren cap off his head and plops it on yours, saying, "Won't be needing this for the top step. Besides," he smirks, leaning in closer. "Enough with all this Ferrari stuff. I think it's finally time for you to admit: Papaya looks best on you. Papaya's your color."

As you watch him jog off after that, stunned, you feel pleased.

Finally, for once, content.

That's right. My color isn't white, or blaugrana. It's not Ferrari's red, either.

I'm a papaya girl.

His papaya girl.

[vax-merstappen]

dancing with the F1 boys

no bc imagining dancing with these guys was literally the cutest thing ever! my personal favorite to write was yuki, like i was melting from the fluff. hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

Lando Norris

Lando had been practically begging you to come with him and some friends to his favorite club. You asked a few of your own friends along and told Lando you would meet him there. When you and your girlfriends walked into the club, you instantly noticed your boyfriend standing at the front of the club, headphones on and mixing music for the crowd. You always thought Lando looked super hot when he would dj and you grabbed your friends and pushed your way to the front, where he would be able to see you dancing. Little did you know, nothing turned Lando on quite like watching you enjoy yourself to his music. After his set was over, he pulled you aside to dance with him and do other incredible things in private.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar wasn’t one for dancing in public, as both you and him knew that he had two left feet. But when you asked if he would come with you to your best friend’s wedding, you knew that there would be no better opportunity to coerce him onto the dance floor. You let him have a few drinks and chat with a few of your mutual friends at the table while you danced with your best friend. When you noticed him watching you as you moved, you ran over to the table and pulled him to his feet, dragging him over to the floor. He couldn’t help but smile as you danced so carefree while holding his hands. Eventually he couldn’t help but move along with you and the beat, your mission of getting Oscar to dance finally completed.

Max Verstappen

You had spent one of Max’s days off on a romantic trip together. You had spent the entire afternoon exploring the city and laughing with him about inside jokes only the two of you understood. You had finally sat down in a park where you would be able to watch the sunset. As day turned to night, you heard a busker with a violin start to play somewhere nearby. You looked Max in the eyes before asking him if he would dance with you. “Of course, schatje.” You spent the last minutes of sunlight in each other’s arms moving together, not caring who was watching.

Charles Leclerc

“Ma chérie, would you listen to this and tell me how you like it?” Charles asked. You walked into the room to see him seated at the piano, looking at expectantly. “Of course, amour.” He started to play and you closed your eyes and listened to the notes echo through the space. You loved when he would play for you, especially his original pieces. As the song continued on, you began to dance to the music. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see Charles watching you or the beaming smile on his face. “How was it?” he asked after he stopped playing. “I think it’s your best one yet,” you responded, and you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss.

Carlos Sainz

When you admitted to Carlos that you had not listened to many Spanish songs, he immediately turned on Spotify and began playing his favorites for you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, beginning to dance along and sing the lyrics. You had to admit that the songs he picked were catchy and you began to dance along with him even though you didn’t know the words or what they meant. You just loved seeing how happy the music made your boyfriend.

Lewis Hamilton

One of your and Lewis’ mutual friends was a pretty famous singer and she wanted the two of you to be in a music video for her latest song. Of course you both had enthusiastically agreed. You were on set for the day, shooting various scenes where you were walking around the city together. Finally to end the video, your friend had told you to just dance to the music together in your own way. Lewis gave you a warm smile as you began to move your hips to the beat. He grabbed your hand and spun you around, just for you to land laughing in his arms. Your bodies continued to move to the music until the song ended and you kissed as the final note played on the set.

Daniel Ricciardo

One thing you and Danny always liked to do was karaoke, even though neither of you were particularly good singers. Daniel was so passionate about music that he was always down to sing to his favorite songs, even if it meant showcasing his not so great voice. This particular night, Scotty and Chloe had egged you both on into doing a duet. Standing on the stage, you both belted the lyrics to your favorite song, dancing around the music without a care in the world. You took a bow when you were finished singing and immediately went to cue up another song, not wanting your musical moment with Danny to end.

Yuki Tsunoda

A week ago, Yuki had told you that he had never played the Just Dance games growing up. You immediately decided that you needed to fix this and planned a date night in where the two of you could play the game together. While you waited for your takeout food to arrive at the house, you took Yuki through your personal favorite dances. At first you beat him easily, as you had some memory of which dance moves would come next. But as the night went on, Yuki began to catch up with you and eventually outscore you at your own game. Your food arrived and you demanded a rematch after the meal, as you weren’t one to simply lose. Yuki laughed and agreed to keep playing and you both ended up laughing and dancing together late into the night.

Alex Albon

It was a depressing rainy afternoon and you had been curled up feeling sad all day. Alex had been on a call with his race engineer for work, but once he finished he immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked you what was wrong and you replied, “Nothing much, it’s just a gloomy day.” Alex told you he had an idea and to follow him. You did and he led you downstairs and out the front door. You stood where it was dry as Alex ran out into the rain. “Come on, baby, let’s dance in the rain!” he shouted and you couldn’t help but smile and run out to join him. Even though you both got soaked, you had an amazing time splashing through the puddles in the arms of your amazing boyfriend. When you went back inside, you both curled up in warm blankets and dry clothes. Only one movie came in mind to watch, Singin’ in the Rain.

Logan Sargeant

Logan had got a bad result in qualifying and was feeling down about his chances during the morning of race day. He had been tense all morning, so he was relieved when he was allowed to go take a quick break in his driver’s room. He walked in the door to see you waiting for him. You could tell Logan had been feeling down. An idea came to mind and when he sat down next to you. You turned your phone’s volume up and hit play on Logan’s favorite hype song. You got up and started dancing and singing to the lyrics. Logan started to smile and even got up to dance alongside you. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered to you as he pulled you close. “That’s just what I needed.”

[karvroom]

THE LOOK OF LOVE

singer!kaminari x reader

⟢ summary: in which, the famous lead singer of a band makes an unexpected appearance at his local club. amongst the crowd he spots you. something about you makes him feel a rush, urging him to talk to you.

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Two drinks into the night and Kaminari could already feel his insides urging him to jump onto the dance floor. On any regular day, he wouldn’t give in to his body’s wishes, but today was different. It was a Sunday night. A day of the week he wouldn’t normally come to this club.

He felt unfamiliar with the scene, yet he knew he was in the right building. It was the set of new faces that threw him off. Kaminari had never seen these people before, nor did he feel any obligation to get to know them. As a socialite, he absolutely adored other people and their antics, finding each individual to be unique and interesting in their own way. There wasn’t anyone he’d ever interacted with that would cause him to say “they’re boring”. He always managed to pick the most characteristic out of the bunch.

The blonde set his empty glass on the bar top, spinning away from the bar tender to face the dance floor. Hundreds of individuals gathered underneath the blinding lights, indulging in the feel of one another’s sweaty, sticky skin.

He popped the collar of his leather jacket before standing from his barstool. Kaminari took the time to carefully readjust his sunglasses, pushing the spectacles onto the bridge of his nose in a comfortable position. The singer was beginning to become more comfortable with the idea of becoming a rock star and had started sporting shades indoors.

Sure, he’d received some backlash, but when you’re the frontman of the most popular band possibly in the world, perhaps it’s alright.

Kaminari was dressed his casual attire; a charcoal leather jacket covered majority of his white button up, accompanied by his black slacks he’d worn the previous night. An outline of a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, along with the keys to his car stuffed his pocket. Regardless of how plain the outfit was, it made him look and feel sexy. He ran a hand through his messy, gold tresses.

Kaminari slithered through the crowd until he found himself at a wall next to the doorway of the bathroom. Changing the scenery just barely. There he sat and observed, outlining the unique features in the faces of the mass. None jumped out at him, though he acknowledged everyone’s face told a different story. Scars running along people’s skin, freckles kissing their bodies, and some bruises. However, no one seemed to care, they were all too focused on swaying their hips to the beat of the music in a seductive manner to impress anybody daring to look at them.

The rock star’s back hit the wall. His arms made way to the pockets of his jacket, fiddling with his phone.

Tonight was different, aside from everything aforementioned, Kaminari tossed his usual moral objections to the back of his mind. Usually, he was opposed to one night stands. As much as he loved the adrenaline rush from them, he hated the idea of seeing someone for a minimal of eight hours then disappearing without a trace. The musician was starting to give up on the idea of finding a “soulmate” he’d always dreamt of since childhood.

Just as his last shred of hope was deteriorating, he spotted someone that piqued his interest.

You.

You stood on the other side of the doorway, chatting it up with a female security guard to your right. He took note of the cigarette you carelessly held between your fingers, smelling the fumes circling the area of the warehouse. Ironically, there was a sign next to your head, clearly stating ‘No Smoking Indoors’.

Kaminari’s eyes followed to the guard, seeing you two were chatting it up like you were old friends. He came to the conclusion that you must’ve been a frequent visitor. Why else would a security guard allow you to indulge in strictly prohibited activities?

You felt the shameless eyes of the blonde lingering on you through his cool shades. You slyly took a drag of the cancer stick, the butt of the cigarette rubbed between your lips. You blew the smoke out of your mouth, allowing it to infiltrate the club air. The scent mixed with the heavy perfume almost made the air non-breathable, but nobody cared. Your fingers reached up, pulling the cigarette away, leaving your lipstick stain on the paper.

You let out a breathy laugh at your friend’s joke, pretending you were having a good time. Trying to maintain Kaminari’s attention without making it obvious you knew he was watching you. You swirled the glass of hard liquor around in your other hand, watching the sphere ice cube bob up and down.

Your eyes shifted in Kaminari’s direction, he met your gaze through his sunglasses. The warmth you held in your eyes was so inviting and Kaminari believed it was only meant for him. He wanted to take it as sign—a sign that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Quickly, you looked back to your friend, laughing at yet another one of their jokes.

Perhaps it was the drinks that got to him, but the blonde pushed himself off the wall, confidently strutting across the floor to you. He took this time to observe you from afar one last time. Your tiny black dress riding up your thighs as you tried pulling the fabric down. Clearly, you were uncomfortable in the provocative outfit.

You noticed Kaminari from the corner of your eye and you turned your body to meet him, quickly ending the conversation with the night guard. You set your drink on the table in front of you, as well as putting the cigarette out by squishing it onto the black slate. You crossed your arms over your chest while eyeing Kaminari up and down.

Almost all his confidence fled from his body as he nervously swallowed. The man was apprehensive to speak, afraid you’d immediately shoot him down, but something about you was drawing him to get to know you. The real you. Underneath the glam and sexy, laid back demeanor you threw on for outsiders to be fooled by.

“Hey,” Kaminari asked, flashing his pearly whites at you. You could smell on his breath the alcoholic beverage he had previously chugged. He leaned against the wall, squishing his arm between his body weight and the surface, “come here often?”

Kaminari took off his shades, gently sliding them into the pocket of his jacket. Now, he was completely entranced. You from far away did no justice for the way you looked up close. Your hair was a mess, fly aways sprouting from your head as you mirrored his position against the wall.

“No.” You lied, girlishly smiling. Kaminari couldn’t help but admire the grin you gave him; as mischievous as a Cheshire cat’s. He felt like you knew something he didn’t, something that could be life-altering. Your eyes ran over his attire before looking back into his gold irises, “You seem nervous.”

“Me? Nervous? Oh, please.” Kaminari rolled his eyes, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. You slightly tilted your head in return. Something about his face felt so familiar to you. The way the corners of his eyes scrunched when he smiles down at you and how his voice got deeper with each passing moment. You figured it was the alcohol.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You finally asked, driving the conversation into full gear with that single sentence.

Kaminari leaned in close, as if he were telling you a secret, your noses only inches apart, “The man of your dreams, perhaps?”

“You wish, lover boy.” You returned the gesture, leaning forward by just a smidge.

The musician tried to come up with something witty in return, but his drunken senses fail him. All he could think about was sex. He didn’t want to hook up, but he was tired of searching for his “one true love”. Kaminari didn’t even know why he was talking to you or why his feet had a mind of their own. He wasn’t thinking straight in his state of inebriation.

He wanted to make a move on you before the moment fleeted beneath his nose. Kaminari was conflicted. The blonde felt intense emotions but nothing at the same time. He wanted to hook up with you, but also understand the depths of your soul, taking a deep dive into all that you had to say.

“What’s your name?” Was all Kaminari could muster, staring straight into your irises.

“(Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Kaminari stated. He tipped an imaginary top hat at you, earning a small laugh from you. “I’m Kaminari—Denki Kaminari.”

The name didn’t ring any bells for you. Kaminari was amused at your calm attitude after learning his name. Here he thought everybody knew who he was, but he knew he shouldn’t assume such things. Simply allowing the fame to get to his head.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” Your lips formed into a soft, wistful smile. Maybe it was the liquor that made you feel the way you did, but you couldn’t help but feel an attraction bubbling for the man.

“What brings you here?” Kaminari blurted.

“Visiting some old friends. They’re the owners of this place.” You informed. Kaminari, impressed, but not surprised by the fact. He figured you had some kind of status here due to the bad habit of smoking indoors.

“Then, why aren’t you with them?” The blonde questioned.

“They’re busy upstairs with paperwork for the club.” You pointed to the ceiling above you, turning your head to look out at the crowd. You could barely make out anyone’s face because of the flashing, neon lights. You didn’t bother to turn back, “What about you? Why are you here?”

Kaminari couldn’t help be observed your side profile, admiring your beauty from every angle he possibly could.

He licked his lips before speaking, listing the reasons for his whereabouts, “Day off, bored, wanted to get out of the house.”

“You and everybody else here.” You gestured to the rowdy mass of youth who danced their problems away. Shaking their hips to the beat of the music.

There was something everyone in that club shared. They were all lonely souls regardless of their relationship status. Their normal everyday lives filled with black and white while this one had the opportunity to burst with color. It was no wonder they chose this spot in the large city.

You turned your head back, allowing your noggin to hit the wall. The fall was cushioned by your soft tresses atop of your scalp. Your eyes ran down Kaminari’s body while he was distracted by the crowd. You only stopped at his exposed chest. The shirt was buttoned down, showing off his smooth skin beneath the cloth. Whether it was purposeful or not, you enjoyed the sight.

“You’re from around here.” You said, more as a statement than a question. Kaminari met your gaze, only to look down at his shoes. You made him nervous in all honesty.

“What makes you say that?”

“You aren’t mingling.” You lifted your near-empty glass to your lips, chugging the last bit of alcohol left. You swallowed, hard, “Either that or you’re shy. But I doubt that. You had the balls to come up and talk to me. So, I’d say you’ve been here enough to know not everything is real and you’re tired of that.”

Kaminari was fascinated. How did you read him so well? Were you a psychic?

“Oh, yeah?” The blonde asked. You hummed in response, bobbing your head up and down, having to stop yourself from continuing with the catchy music. Kaminari crossed his arms, standing straight to his full height. You didn’t expect him to be as tall as he was. You could only imagine the growth spurt he went through during his teen years. “Why am I here then? Talking to you, I mean.”

You placed a finger to your lips, scanning the man as if the answer was scribbled on his skin somewhere.

“Let’s see,” You pushed yourself off the wall, starting to circle Kaminari as if you were a shark swimming around its prey in a playful manner. You weren’t one to play with your food, but you weren’t hungry at the moment. “Obviously, you came dressed to impress.”

Kaminari threw his arms up, spinning in a slow motion before coming back around to face you. The blonde spoke, “When do I not?”

“That wasn’t a compliment, buddy.” You stepped closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, almost making you start to feel hot. You hesitated before reaching a hand out to feel the leather of his jacket. Your words sharp, “Real leather. Materialistic.”

“Or just great style.” Kaminari shrugged defensively.

Your hand slithered into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his sunglasses from earlier. You opened the temples of the glasses, holding each one in your hands and up to your face. You acted as if you were about to try them on and steal his look.

“Sunglasses indoors and at night?” You inquired, adding that to your mental list. “You’re hiding something or you’re an egoistic maniac who thinks he’s “too cool” for anyone that isn’t a model or wipes their ass with wads of cash.”

“Definitely not that.” Kaminari confirmed, shaking his head sideways to side in disagreement.

“So, you’re hiding something?” You quirked a brow, placing the sunglasses on top of your head, almost hiding them in your messy locks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The rock star shrugged once more, casting you a smug smile; a shit eating grin that you had your fair share of. Kaminari snatched the glasses from your hair, folding at the hinges and securing them safely back in his pocket. “Sorry, I don’t share my secrets with strangers.”

“Hey, you came up to me.” You pointed to yourself, clicking your tongue before you scoffed. “I think it’s only fair that I get confirmation.”

You placed both hands on your hips, giving Kaminari a glare. He thought it was cute how you actually believed you could intimidate him—though you were. He just didn’t want to admit it.

“Just to keep things interesting, I’ll tell ya.” Kaminari waved his hand in the air, a gesture telling to come closer. You two were like high schoolers exchanged gossip between one another. He drunkenly whispered into your ear, “That guy over there won’t stop starin’ at you.”

“Where?” You started to turn your head, only to be stopped by Kaminari’s hand grabbing your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. You used your hand to take Kaminari’s away from your face. You bluntly stated, “That’s not a secret, idiot.”

“It is if you didn’t know it.”

You rolled your eyes at the defeat, “So we’re playing that game, huh?”

Kaminari laughed, hand over his chest as he did so. He spoke shortly after, “We can play whatever you want. As long as we have a good time.”

“You think you’re a smart guy.” You inquired.

“Babe, I know I’m a smart guy.” Kaminari crossed his arms, gloating at his own witty response. He had you gagged, the only thing you could come up with was the tainted words whirring in your mind.

“You can’t be smart and pretty.” You stated, a horrible attempt to flirt with the man. However, it just made his attraction toward you grow.

With pupils dilated and heart beating out of its chamber, he couldn’t help but smile. The giddy feeling you gave him was incomparable to any other woman he’d struck a conversation with. You were something different, something new. He wanted a taste of you outside the scene; to know your body, your pain, your mind. It all intrigued him.

Kaminari looked around the room one last time. His mind and heart was in agreement that you were the one he wanted to take home out of the hundreds of college girls there. His jaw slacked before he blurted, “Do you wanna get outta here?”

[hypersonic04]

Fresh Out The Slammer: Part One

circa 2019. ross is 29, its the notes era. imagine graham norton ross. there's a lot of waffling because I feel like I need to get back into the swing of writing, and also set the scene because this is going to be three parts! so apologies for that. i've missed you all so much and i'm just glad to be posting something for the first time in ages. i hope you're all okay i would love to hear what you've been up to in the, like, five months i've disappeared into the abyss for. I'M WAFFLING AGAIN. sorry. okay. fresh out the slammer! enjoy. i'm nervous. okay.

Word Count: 2,848

Part One: 'Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you.'

Who were you supposed to call on nights like this? The question seemed to be the only thing your brain circled back to as tears streamed down your face, a sob caught in your throat, heels harsh and loud on the pavement, even over the chaos of muffled bars. Your 28th birthday, stood outside a club that you were probably too old to be at in the first place, phone vibrating with 'where r u???' - who were you supposed to call?

Your birthday didn't feel very worth celebrating when you looked back on the year you'd had, your freshly shattered heart stinging as a very raw memory of being walked out on a week earlier seared itself through your memory. He'd always been a dickhead, the kind of boyfriend who'd told you that he was the best thing to ever happen to you, or that the whole writing thing wouldn't work out, but what did you have if you didn't have him? He'd been a pillar in your life since, well, forever. He'd shown you your favourite holiday destination, your favourite wine, your favourite book - were you just a product of him? The thought panicked you. No, you were cool. You had loads of interests, and friends, and hobbies.

The one thing he'd not shown you was something you'd kept a secret from him.

Your favourite band.

Even now, your stomach twisted as you recalled him and your youth, nights tangled up in bed sheets and clumsy hands on sticky dance floors, the mere thought of his recurring aftershave sending a wave of nostalgia over you as you perched on the ledge, lighting up a cigarette. It'd been years since you'd spoken to Ross. Now that you thought about it, it was probably around the same time Charlie had come on the scene, private-schooled, 5'9, biology-studying Charlie. You'd ignored Ross' messages inviting you to their gigs out of guilt for Charlie (his ego would have been well and truly tarnished), reluctantly un-followed him on Instagram when there'd been questions asked about him, tried to pretend that there wasn't an invisible tattoo of his hand prints at your waist, the memory of his fingertips forever stained in your hair, remnants of his kisses on your starving lips. Nothing has ever come close to Ross, and you'd be lying if you said that when Charlie had been away for work, you'd replayed the reels of your nights together in your mind.

You looked at the time - 3:17.

His number probably wasn't even the same as the one you had in your phone.

You leaned your head back, looked up at the sky, squeezed your eyes shut. There's no way you were about to do this. He probably thinks you're a weirdo anyway, cutting contact like he'd been a random one-time snog in a club. He might not even be in the country, for all you knew, with his world-famous band and world-famous records and most likely world-famous girlfriend. You'd not thought about that up until now - his girlfriend. Perhaps non-existent, probably existent. Jealous curled up your spine, a sick feeling settling in your stomach.

It was like your hands weren't your own as you scrolled through your contacts, brain on auto-pilot and suddenly feeling 20 again, stood outside a bar at university, ringing him to come and get you. The picture you'd set all those years ago was still the same somehow, and it made you swallow heavily - his head pressed next to yours, hair swooped to one side and probably wearing a Hollister polo. You both looked so young. It stopped you in your tracks, almost. You thought of how different things could have been if you hadn't ran away from everything, panicked and settled down like you thought you'd wanted, let him go on tour with the band and forever have the 'what if' hanging in the windows of your newly-purchased house with Charlie. What a success that was.

You pressed it and waited. It rang. And it rang.

As if you'd thought he'd pick up. It probably came up as an unknown number. You felt daft as you held the phone to your ear, tears stinging at your eyes again. The only person you'd thought to call.

Your stomach dropped when the ringing came to a halt and you could hear crackling.

And then his voice. Sleepy, low, tired.

Familiar. Warm.

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" he repeated as you stood in silence, lips pressed together at the sound of his name down the line.

"Ross," you managed to choke out, running a hand through your hair.

"Is everything okay?" he sounded concerned and you could hear his footsteps across what sounded like a hardwood floor, pacing.

"I just..." You looked up again, swallowing. "I'm so sorry."

"Y/n/n? What's going on?" Coming to a halt, his voice softened.

"I'm in Manchester, and I guess I'm kind of lost? I don't know, it looks different than it used to, and I'm on my own. I don't know why I called, you're probably not even here, are you?"

There was silence from across the line for a second and you squeezed your eyes shut. If he didn't think you were crazy before, he definitely did now.

"No, I'm here. I'm in my flat." He said softly.

"Oh, right," Your head was spinning. "I'm sorry for bothering you, I just-"

"Whereabouts are you?"

You breathed in sharply.

"I'm not sure, it used to be that bar we went to every week, but it's changed now, it's a kebab shop, I think." You glance at the neon sign, voice shaky.

"Are you staying in a hotel or anything? I can order you an Uber, or-"

His voice crackled down the line.

"I was, but I've lost my friends, and I've had a drink and I can't call Charlie and I don't know what to do." Your throat feels tighter when you say it all out loud. "I don't know, I called you because it was the only thing I could think of, but it's fine, I can-"

"Stay there," you can hear him moving around, "I'm leaving now."

It felt like an eternity between him hanging up the phone and arriving, perhaps because all you could do was think about how you've ended up here.

The car pulled up slowly and your stomach dropped, the window rolling down and his smile visible as he ducked his head.

It was like your feet were frozen to the ground for a second. His lips curved at the sides, hair messy and just as dark as you remembered it, but his eyes were older. They creased at the corners a little, slightly darker, a bit more tired. It wasn't just you who'd been trying to figure things out since you graduated, exhausted by the demands of post-graduate existence.

"Just move that, sorry." he mumbled as you opened the car door, throwing an empty water bottle onto the backseats. His eyes seemed immovable for a second, like he was having the same thought process as you. You felt intensely vulnerable for a second, and suddenly remembered the ladder in your tights and the mascara stained cheeks that faced him.

"God, it's been so-"

"I've missed you-"

You both started at the same time, an airy laugh escaping as you let the silence consume you.

He started the car without another word. It took everything in you not to stare, or cry, or say how much you'd missed him and how sorry you were that you'd abandoned it all. Instead, you kept your gaze forward, drinking in the streets you'd traipsed as a student.

"We're here." he glanced at you, pulling up outside an apartment block.

"Oh, you didn't need to bring me here, it's okay, I think there's a Premier Inn up the road." You furrowed your brows at him, shaking your head and starting to rifle through your bag. "I've got my card, it's fine, I-"

"It's fine." He said with a slight smile, shaking his head. "You can stay at mine. 'Will be nice to have the company."

You smiled at him softly, in the way you might smile at a cashier or your boss. It felt strange, transactional, like maybe there was a void between the two of you. You'd put it there.

"Thank you." You said quietly, following him out of the car and up the steps.

The lift was creaky and you closed your eyes for a second, the tiredness hitting you. The past two weeks had been a lot, and you'd thought a night out might fix everything.

His flat was just as you'd expected it to be. Records and CDs and books on every available surface, a scattering of guitar picks, some empty mugs, a weeks' worth of unopened post.

"Is it just you that lives here?" You asked as you stood awkwardly in the kitchen, watching him as he put the kettle on and grabbed two mugs. A Macclesfield FC one, and a souvenir one from Germany, it seemed.

He nodded with a hum, glancing at you. "You can get comfy, it's fine."

The fluorescent kitchen light felt exposing as you slid your heels off, placing them neatly by the door with your bag. He handed you the cup of tea promptly after and you followed him into the living room. It was spacious, yet the sheer amount of stuff everywhere made it feel lived in.

"Why couldn't you ring Charlie?" he asked after at least five minutes of the two of you pretending to watch whatever random Top of the Pops repeat that BBC 2 had shoved on for the 4am slot. He looked at you intently, but his tone was calm, simply wondering.

"We've split up." You looked down at the mug, mouth drying out. "About a week ago."

"I'm sorry to hear it." He said after a beat, looking back to the TV.

"Don't be." I shook my head, lips pursed. "Wasn't as good as it seemed, all that house-owner, engaged shit."

His gaze softened, but you could sense his sadness for you.

It's strange, to sit in a room with someone you once slept with on the regular, thought you were going to marry, like people do when they're 19, and feel like you know nothing about them. You could mentally draw him, the identical placement of the birthmark on his right hip, the exact colour of his eyes, yet you couldn't identify which bedroom was his in this flat, or what he'd had for tea the night before.

"I'm sorry for calling you at this time." You said meekly, looking back at the TV.

"I was awake anyway, it's okay." He glanced at you. "It was nice to see your name on my phone."

"I'm sorry for not calling sooner, then." You corrected your earlier statement, watching as his lips tilted into the oh-so-familiar smile your fingers had traced over countless times.

"I missed hearing from you."

"I missed hearing from you, too."

The silence was deafening, almost claustrophobic as you inhaled deeply. His eye contact faltered, skitting back to the TV, blinking heavily. You wondered what he was thinking, whether memories of you under him were also still as fresh in his mind as if they'd happened yesterday.

He downed the last of his tea, sitting forward.

"There's a spare room across from mine, down the hallway. Feel free to get a shower, use some of the clothes in those drawers, whatever you need."

"Thanks." You placed the half empty mug next to his on the coffee table. "Do you have any paracetamol or anything? I can't really hack hangovers anymore, even if it is just a couple of cocktails."

"Could you ever hack hangovers?" He teased as he stood up, walking into the kitchen. You blushed - so he was thinking about those mornings, too.

He handed you the box to take to bed with you, showing you the bedroom.

"There's a clean towel in the bathroom," he pointed to the on-suite, "I'm just in here if you need anything." His neck craned to look into the bedroom behind you, pointing to the bathroom and drawers, but you could only look at him. His tan skin, his tousled hair, neat, tidy beard, the chest hair that poked from the top of his t shirt.

Standing across from each other in the hallway, you could see into his bedroom. Light green sheets, a book next to his bed, a pair of jeans thrown over the end of the bed-frame. You wanted to know him again. To know him, and his life, and his body. Charlie was superficial - his lavish proposals, extravagant holidays, Instagram posts declaring you as 'the love of his life' and lonely nights spent waiting for him to get back from a boys night out. Ross was everything. He was 'picking you up at 3am', remembering how you liked your tea after 7 years apart, dark eyes and curls and haphazardly strewn clothes and empty beer cans on bedsides and you.

"Thank you, again, for letting me stay over." you looked up at him, his gaze already fixed on you.

"It's not a problem."

A second passed before you turned on your heel, a shaky nervous hand reaching for the doorknob.

"Night," You said, with a small smile.

"Night."

You closed the door and watched his turn away, broad shoulders disappearing into the opposite room.

The shower was hot, steaming up the bathroom, as you turned it on. You'd dug out a stripy t-shirt and some joggers you could roll up from the back of the wardrobe.

You tipped your head back in the shower, letting the hot water run over you. The shower gel lathered against your skin, and it felt symbolic, to be washing away the day, the thoughts of Charlie, the fake smiles of your fake friends in fake, pose-y bars. Ross had always felt real to you, the realest thing in this city. He'd been brutally honest with you when you'd needed it, soft with you when he knew he had to be. The memory of your fight flashed into your mind - the last day before you went back home after graduation, tears in his eyes, down your cheeks, raised voices and a final, slammed door. Your eyes opened quickly as you remembered how you'd told him you wanted stability, not to follow his 'silly band around the world'. You hated yourself for it, even now. He's been hurt, like it had meant nothing to either of you, the way you'd got into your car and drove back to your parents with blurred vision, Car Seat Headrest blasting through the stereo as you fled the scene.

You thought about him laid across the hall. Was he wide awake? You tossed over onto your side, duvet pulled up to your neck. It must've been about 5am. You willed yourself to just fall asleep. The sound of floorboards creaking forced your eyes open, but they hushed as soon as they'd chorused through the flat.

The smell of coffee was the thing that roused you from your sleep. So I did sleep, you thought.

His back was to you as you entered the kitchen, the rustle of the TV and clanging of utensils echoing off the walls.

"Morning," You yawned, smiling as he jumped and turned to you. His gaze trailed up and then back down for a second, the sight of you in his clothes clearly taking him by surprise.

"Did you sleep okay?" He smiled. His hair was flat on one side, sleepy eyes, crinkled t-shirt. You nodded, heat rushing to your stomach at the sight of him. "Did you?". He just hummed in reply, pouring water in the mugs.

You sat and ate scrambled eggs on toast. You talked about work. You discussed the rugby, each other's siblings, old uni friends. It felt comfortable, and right, and you had to catch yourself when you stared at him for too long and began to picture doing this every morning.

"We leave soon, though."

"Leave?" You asked, sipping your orange juice.

"Yeah, for tour." He looked up at you from his plate. "Next Wednesday."

Next Wednesday, for tour.

You felt silly for thinking your lives would be sewn together seamlessly, that you would fit into his world like you'd never left.

There wasn't much conversation after that, and it was like you could read his mind for a second. He'd said that to warn you, to prepare you, because he too was imagining this as a constant. This wasn't going to work, and you both knew it. You wanted it to, desperately, and when you left his flat that morning, your eyes welled like they had that fateful day in 2011.

You'd hugged him tightly before you'd left, his arms around your waist firmly, yours around his neck. He was going away for a year, touring the world, and you were going back to your mum and dad's, because where else could you go?

[respectthepetty]

Be My Favorite, I have something important to tell you.

Seriously. Was it episode four that did it? Episode two? EPISODE ONE?! Or was it even earlier than that? I thought about you daily for a year and a half before you even premiered, so have I loved you all along? I DIDN'T EVEN MUTE THE SINGING! I knew as soon as Kawi was looking for a talent what the outcome would be BUT I DIDN'T PUSH MUTE!

I'm in too deep. I can't stop these feelings now. Not when you gave me this scene at the beginning of the episode where Pisaeng tells Kawi he will be honest about his feelings, and Kawi, looking so small, knows exactly what he is talking about.

Or when you gave me this ENTIRE journey of Pisaeng seeing two men kiss with the multi-colored lighting, and the multi-colored neon sign asking him to evaluate his emotions, and the safe space he lands in front of!

Only to have Pisaeng run away, but return in BROWN. I have a theory that Pear is peach/pink, Pisaeng is black, and Kawi is brown, so Pisaeng going back in the color of the boy who awakened these feelings in him . . . *opens up pint of ice cream and bottle of wine*

Then the fear Pisaeng had running into Max while the song in the background sang, "I'm not afraid to love"

But Piseang showing up the next day (with the closed sign sooooo appropriately placed on his body)

Because Max is the perfect friend even when he doesn't want to be. He told Kawi that everyone treats Kawi with kindness while he is kind of a dick to people, and even though he snapped at Pisaeng for thinking the world revolves around him and his issues, he course-corrected and offered a kind ear to him.

Max presents this character who is visibly queer, and to tell a straight-passing privileged boy that queerness is not a destination or a place, but an answer within ourselves is powerful. Max doesn't have to be kind to Pisaeng, but he is gentle because he realizes the struggle of being judged by appearances.

Max states that he was wrong to judge Pisaeng by his cover, and we got several books in this episode which all showed depths to the characters:

Pear had Behind the Painting - Siburapha's famous work about an arranged marriage, forbidden love, social injustice, and inequality.

Pear also has Ujjeni's book of poems The Golden Horizon, which many of the poems encourage people to keep faith against injustices and to live with an open heart.

Not of all people wrote a book that deals with love.

Kawi has 1984, a story about a society who is constantly monitored by an oppressive government and the way the protagonist actively contributes to its control by rewriting the past.

And I think Max is reading a book about gardening or cooking, but I'm unsure.

But this all leads to the overall point of this episode - Kawi's evolution. Magic won't help him find the answer. He won't find his answer in a destination or a place. The answer to how to improve his life is within him and has always been. Kawi is quick to judge everyone else, yet thinks he was unfairly judged, but the more he matures, the more he will realize HE contributed to his current situation.

Pisaeng was bothered by Not laughing when Kawi sang (he looked over at Not several times). Pisaeng invited Kawi out after their freshmen interviews, but Kawi dismissed him.

Kawi hasn't been kind. Period. He hasn't been kind to himself nor to others. Pisaeng rejected Pear with kindness. Pear rejected Kawi with kindness. But Kawi avoided Max in the past and Pisaeng because of . . . their queerness? What that would imply about him? There are several answers, but he never treated them with kindness. Not is slowly learning this lesson as well. Everyone hates his book, but the second he is shown kindness, he sends it Kawi's way.

Because the point of all of this is that magic doesn't heal people.

Kindness does.

Random sidenotes because I can't be crying in the club: I'm obsessed with this woman and her big black eyes.

And Be My Favorite hasn't faked us out once so far with these previews, so . . .

*pushes play on Fluke Gawin's OST "Unable" while I think about Kawi looking at Pisaeng at practice as he sings about the other person unexpectedly changing his life because I'm UNABLE TO STOP LOVING THIS FUCKING SHOW NOW!*

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Hello pooo!!! I dunno how to put it in words but your works just makes my heart go swoooon!! Thank you so much for your pieces 🥹

I see that we can request too po and I’d just like to put down “chemtrails over the country club” by lana del rey- specifically the lines “you’re in the wind, i’m in the water; nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter” for makisig or maliksi please!!! Angsst BUT fluff at the end 🙏🏻

((Anon, why would u do dis to us?! huhuhu. I'm a lana del rey gurlie and Chemtrails over the country club is very personal for meee))

Disclaimer: I do not own Makisig. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Angst with fluff(if u squint well enough. char lang, fluff to.)

TW: Ano...medyo masakit to bhie, yung umpisa lang naman. yun na yung warning HAHAHA.

((Let me know kung rebisco na ba ako at kung sumosobra na ba ako HAHAHA))

"...we should run away, Makisig." You whispered underneath your breath as you softly stroked his hair while he peacefully lays his head on your lap. You looked up at the star-clad skies, wondering if you two can have a very different life right now if you were to leave everything behind and run away.

"Run away from what, my love?" He slowly opened his eyes to look into yours before gently taking your hand and tenderly kissing your palm. You shuddered from the sensation and oh, how you'd love to just pull him close and kiss those lips for an ounce of comfort.

"From everything."

You whispered as tears started to fill your eyes. Your lips quivered as you tried to held back your sobs.

"Please?"

"ANDDD... CUT! Y/n, you're not supposed to cry yet! Let's take a two hour break before retaking that scene."

Makisig stared at you with wide eyes as he breaks character. You quickly wiped away your tears and stood up before walking towards your own team, leaving him without a single word.

You wouldn't admit it, but you can feel your heart breaking with every step that you take. As soon as you entered your own tent, you broke down in tears as you ran into your manager's arms.

How cruel can fate be?

Five years ago

...those were Makisig's exact words five years ago while he held you in his arms, begging you to leave it all behind with him- the cameras, the fame, the undying expectations of the people around you and you had the nerve to reject his idea and leave him for the sake of your dreams.

You were a very famous actress that time, while Makisig's career was just starting and all he can get are mostly small modelling gigs. Oh, how the tables have turned- you are now the one struggling to keep your career afloat while Makisig jumps from project to project.

Atleast he's living a better life since you two broke up. That's what you always tell yourself.

Your whole body shook from how much you were crying as you buried your face into your manager's shoulders to stifle your sobs. All throughout your career, your manager has been the only one to stick with you through ups and downs- treating you like the little sister she's never had.

"I can't do this. I can't, please." You heaved as you tried your best to say the words out loud. This was the one project meant to save your career from falling into shambles.

"Shhh. It's okay sweet girl. I know how you feel right now, but we can't back out from this, can we?"

You slowly nodded as you let your tears silently fall. Leaving this project was always out of the question and you knew it. You were lucky enough that your manager has been long time friends with one of the Makisig's handlers that she was able to arrange for this project as a last resort to save you from being out of jobs.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I know how hard it must be."

No one knows how hard it is...

To be around Makisig is like stabbing yourself in the heart over and over again.

Hearing his voice...

Feeling his touch...

To have him look at you the way he does- like you were the most important person in the whole world.

To have him call your name as if it's the sweetest word that's to ever grace his mouth.

It took everything of your whole being to get ahold of yourself and not breakdown around him.

The things you would give if only you can go back in time and just take his hand and run away to a far away place where no one else knows the two of you. You clutched your chest at you revel at the idea of what could've been before shutting your eyes close- falling asleep after crying.

In your dreams, Makisig held you tight as he kissed away your tears, saying, "Why is my lovely Y/n is crying again? It makes me want to cry also." as he peppers your face with tiny kisses while he tickles you gently until you stop crying and start to giggle.

That's how it's supposed to be...

But you- you have to ruin it all and hurt that one person who deserved nothing but all the good things in the world.

"Y'know, if this life troubles you...then we should just run away, Y/n." Makisig smiled as he held you.

This. why does this have to play on your dreams over and over again.

He held your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Let's run away from everything, y/n."

You nodded, and smiled. "Let's do that, Makisig."

Atleast you can do things right in your dreams. Atleast you wouldn't do the single thing you'll regret for your whole life in this dream.

You will not break his heart again-

Without second thoughts, Makisig grabbed your hand tight before making a run for it, storming past the whole production crew and outside the set.

Your eyes widen upon realizing what's happening.

"Thought my Y/n will reject me for the second time." Makisig softly chuckled, still running away while holding unto you.

"W- wait! I'm not dreaming?!"

"No, my love. Your manager called me in when you fell asleep crying."

Hearing him calling you 'my love' once again instantly tugged in your heart. No cameras, no audiences- just the two of you and he calls you his love. You breathe in as you tried to keep yourself from crying once more.

"And I'm not dreaming when you were holding me and kissing my tears away?" You softly said, your voice shaking and cracking from too much emotion.

"You're not." Makisig smiled as he stopped running before pulling you into an embrace, letting you bury your face into his chest.

Oh, how this feels like home.

"Y/n. Please run away with me?"

"I will, Makisig. I will."

[gen15gg]

okay SO! these r a bunch of creloise fic ideas i came up w on the train ride home from uni bc am i not jus a girl who overthinks? w all the time in the world?? on a train???

so fair warning this is a LOT, but at least ik the old man sittin next to me was fairly entertained so u win some u lose some i suppose lmao 😭

- i def wanna see more 2000s or 90s AUs cuz duhhh i would love a little line ab them havin specific ringtones for each otha on their silly little flip phones (id cry if i saw this)

- OR OR OR clubbing scenes, meeting on the UNDERGROUND OMG!!!

(the trains that go under ldn for the americans idk if u lot kno what it is sorry, it’s like NYC subway??😭)

.. anyways cressida could always notice eloise reading something and tries to talk to her by either reading the same book or one journey jus offering the book “emma” (LIKE IN THE SHOW GUYS?!?) as a good read before she gets off on her stop OMDS and/or eloise always noticing cressida’s fashionable-ness for a fùckin 9-5 (yes cressida would be giving office siren absolutely) and maybe if the tables are turned, cressida is reading and eloise notices this and suddenly sparks up conversation bc she simply cannot shut her mouth (and replaying all the times she’s seen cressida in new outfits like the montage scene of anne hathaway in the devil wears prada LMFAO) n every tube journey they encounter each otha on, they go back n forth on their opinions on which eva book they’re reading atm OMGGGG n maybe on valentines one of them gives the otha a rose or a book before they get off SOMEONE RESTRAIN ME MY BRAIN IS WORKING OVERTIME 😭

- would also love to see more modern AUs in general like yes i loooove seein this pairing in different time periods, adapting to the ideas and limitations of that era MWAH to everyone who has been writing these i love you - let me kiss u on yo fùckin cranium MWAH !

- imagine a 1920s jazz girls creloise like idk who would be a jazz singer (maybe cressida??), havin them be in ‘flapper girl’ attire.. IDK id jus love to imagine them in that environment perhaps smoking from those thingies that held the cig itself

- not to stress this too much (i am) but i wanna see them as a 90s or def a 2000s famous pairing!! like both are singers!! i mean cmon cressida would hav an unbelievable stage presence w her amazing outfits we’ve seen in the show itself and eloise would be more punk-ish i suppose!!

or eloise remains a singer and cressida is a model?! but in both situations it’s like they despiseeee each otha or at least eloise does of cressida bc of her overall appearance and the message her looks send (i.e. similar to bridgerton era blah blah expectations etc)

but then they hav to date as a publicity stunt to push down rumours that they hate each otha or maybeeeee penelope is a news outlet they’re trying to get the jump on by going ‘noooo we don’t hate each otha we’re actually dating!’ (they do hate each otha but they fall in love obvs)

or penelope is one of their publicists and has set this up??.. or they’re forced to write a song together IDK this can go any which way but i was inspired by the song “maybe” by emma bunton as a song cressida would DEFINITELY sing OR “let me see” by Morcheeba

man idk Cressida jus gives me the vibe that in this AU she could be equivalent to kylie minogue or a brit pop icon of sorts regardless or Kate Moss if u went w the cressida as a model version AND MAYBE ELOISE AS A PHOTOGRAPHER??? IDK!!!!

- also NEED NEED. NEEEEED. a MR n MRS SMITH AU OF THEM!!!! like omdssss

(im referencing the original film w angelina jolie but go wild if one were to write this, which most like won’t happen but oh well 😭)

but omds the tension that would be between them both !!!! like eloise fits the playful goofy but intelligent character of mr smith, whilst i can most definitely see cressida in the role of mrs smith! trying her utmost best to keep things calculated and goin according to plan but (as u kno if you’ve watched the film) eloise will ruin this calculated streak she’s got 😭 OMDSSSS i can jus imagine their banter as they fight

- uhhh fuck me a surfer AU??? why not atp i’d love to see it where either teaches the otha to surf?? or it’s one where eloise is the one travelling around instead of colin (lmao #white girl goin on holiday to find herself) or w him as this would be a modern AU n she meets cressida somewhere in the mediterranean (bc cressida was sent away by her father) n yk sparks and whatnot ensue 🤭

or omds a rendition of that mermaid movie ‘aquamarine’ ??

- YES OMG A MERMAID AU GODDAMN WAITTTTT ELOISE ESCAPING PATRIARCHAL EXPECTATIONS BY PRETENTDING TO BE A PIRATE AND FALLING IN LOVE W MERMAID CRESSIDA OR THEYRE BOTH PIRATES??? LIKE ANNE BONNY AND MARY READ!!!

- jus had the biggest brain moment on this train ride me thinks… flowershop AU..

specifically an ‘imagine me & you’ AU. cressida had married some man ?? could be Debling to get her parents off her back but then falls in love at first sight of eloise the florist as she walks down the aisle to get married

omg i’m literally jus askin for creloise as ‘imagine me & you’ bc why not i think it’s adorable 😭

ANYWAYS!!! that’s ova but if anyone has any more ideas i’d love to hear them bc i hav serious brain rot from this pairing who will prolly not get togetha </3

[pavardscherie]

― what i deserve ;; pablo gavi & pedri gonzalez ;; second snippet

⤷ pairing: pablo gavi x f!reader ;; pedri gonzalez x f!reader ⤷ summary: your relationship with gavi ended after he cheated on you. a year has passed, pedri always checked up on you with small messages until he invited you to one of the home games. somewhere between losing your heart to pedri; gavi still attempts to get you back. ⤷ warnings: curse words ;; injuries ;; mentions of blood ;; hand around throat ;; explicit sex scenes ;; asshole!gavi ;; cheating ;; violence in fights ;; spanking ;; dom & sub ;; dirty talk ;; teasing ;; very deep feelings & conversations ;; slight triangle thing but not most of the time ;; second chances kinda ;; friends to lovers ;; not proofread & probably horrible written kiss scenes lol ⤷ izzy's non-sense talk: I've got so many snippets prepared???? I'm still writing the first part since it's ass-long, but i can't wait for you to see!

Pedri’s hands fit perfectly around your waist, the calloused palms pressing against your hipbone. His chest pressed tightly against your back, swaying from left to right. Loud music boomed through the club, drowning out the conversations and any sounds made by the guests. One of your arms reached over your shoulder, manicured fingernails in a medium coffin shape carefully brushed over Pedri’s neck.

Within seconds, you found one of his weak spots. Grazing the soft skin of his neck with your delicate fingers caused several waves of shivers to travel down his spine. “Don’t do that to me . . .” Pedri whispered, the words only a shallow, warm breath against the shell of your ear. Head dipped down further, his chin found a comfortable place in the sensual curve where the side of your neck connected with your shoulder.

Your answer to his plead was a simple chuckle. Corners of your glossy lips lifted into a wide smile, you glanced down at Pedri. Admiration swirled in the chestnut color of his eyes, the black pupils slightly dilated and a glossy layer above, from the alcoholic mixtures and beers, he drowned over the span of the last hours.

His calloused hands massaged the smooth skin around your waist, and a feeling of comfort spread through your warm body. Pedri always treated you like a princess, the queen you deserved to be in his own words. Your eyes wandered over the people around you, the teammates of Pedri dancing tightly with their significant other, and enjoying the days off after an important win.

A smile crept its way on your lips until your drifting gaze met a pair of deep auburn orbs, staring shamelessly at you and the way, your hips swayed in a perfect rhythm with Pedri’s. From across the room, the little glimpse in his eyes almost looked like guilt. But it was nothing more than the alcohol creating a glossy layer across his squinted eyes. A glass tightly in one hand, the other buried in the front pocket of his black cargo pants — you’ve never see him wearing anything else when jogging pants weren’t allowed.

Gavi’s gaze didn’t move an inch, his eyes glued to the spot where your ass connected with Pedri’s crotch; rubbing against one another while dancing way too close for his taste.

He remembered the nights when you agreed to accompany him to one of the famous parties around Barcelona. How you were pressed tightly against him, and his finger wandered across your body. But Pedri wouldn’t do that. He was much more of a gentleman than Gavi could have ever been.

A genuine man, who wouldn’t let a single touch of his hurt you, while Pablo knew how much you loved his hand around your throat — rough fingertips digging into the side of your neck. But throughout the night, after being forced by his own head to witness the little interactions between Pedri and you, he had to admit, you looked much happier in your current state than you did with him in the last months of your relationship.

Still, it bothered it. Pained him to see you pressed against his best friend, and knowing, Pedri would be the one to take you home for the night.

But in the moment your head turned, and your gaze landed directly on him, catching him staring shamelessly, he forced himself to glance away for at least a second. Sadness overshadowed your expression, your lips fell straight into a frown.

You could have a new chance at happiness with the beautiful man, who had his arms around you, respected your decisions and promised to place the world in your hands. And it felt incredibly right.

But why did the tears fill your eyes? A single drop rolling down your cheek as the heaviness spread through your body. Using your thumb to wipe away the tear quickly before Pedri noticed the sudden lack of energy in your movements; you tore the eyes away from Gavi’s statue. "You think, I can take you home without any intentions?" Pedri's whispered question captured your attention, relieved about the fact that you could focus completely on him again.

"Always the gentleman, huh?" A quiet chuckle escaped your mouth, as your hand on the back of his neck, held him in place. The warm breaths, he exhaled, fanned over your smooth skin, sending shivers down the length of your spine. "You deserve the best gentleman . . ." Pedri's raspy voice vibrated in his chest, the deep vocals coaxed out and blown against your body. "I'm not the best, but I'm trying to get close to it . . ." He confessed his opinion about himself without hesitation, reminding you that even if he seemed to be a better person than Gavi was to you, Pedri still carried a couple of mistakes and wrong decisions from the past on his shoulders.

"You're doing a good job in proving yourself, don't think you needed it in the first place, but whatever you want." You pursed your glossy lips, pressing them against his cheekbone. In Pedri's arms, redemption felt much easier than being on your own.

Days ached, the nights became longer until the sun settled in the sky again, calling for a new morning. "Is that you, accepting my invitation, to my house for the first time after rejecting it at least five times?" Pedri's eyebrows were raised, surprise twisted in the sharp features of his face.

"I can still take it back, Pedro." You raised your hand, pointing one of your slender fingers straight at his face. Lips stretched, an amused smile decorated your facial features. "You already answered, there is no turning back." He chuckled, placing a soft kiss along the side of your neck.

And while the interactions seemed sweet and shared with admiration, Gavi was forced to watch another piece of a romantic story unfold in front of him; losing another part of your heart to Pedri.

[midnightfantasiez]

Invitation | Jacob Bae

SUMMARY: never would you have thought to have instantly clicked with the one and only idol Jacob Bae, within a short period. when he finally invites you to take a further step in your relationship with one another, how could you possibly refuse?

PAIRING: idol Jacob x afab! reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: french kissing, pet names, oral (afab! reader receiving), fingering (afab! reader receiving), p in v sex, protected sex (we cheered), man's doing it from behind

WORD COUNT: 2,354

A/N: @zzoguri this was written for you 😚 i hope you like it 🥺

It has been a couple of weeks since your mutual friends introduced you both to one another.

You were in your final years in college and had little to no connections to many boys in your life. You were the type to always hide in the library or the quiet reading rooms scattered throughout campus, wanting to avoid indulging in all of the parties or chaos around you. With that, you were definitely not a regular on the college’s party scene. Attending frat parties or clubs would be the last thing you want to do on a Friday night, choosing to snuggle up in bed with your favourite snacks and drinks while watching your favourite TV shows. 

Naturally, your friends were starting to worry about your love life—convinced that you wouldn’t be able to find someone even until graduation came in a year. Hence, they decided to be good samaritans and tried their best to find one that would suit your type to the best of their abilities. 

Your close group of friends knew how you’ve always had a soft spot for music, and it’s something that you have always been passionate about besides the current course you were taking in college. It was probably pure luck when one of your buddies was mutual friends with an actual idol from one of the most famous boy bands of the year.

Given your personality, she was convinced that you and Jacob Bae were a perfect match with one another. Thanks to her luck, she secured a few tickets for you to attend their ongoing concert—The Boyz 2nd World Tour: Zeneration. 

Wishing that she would finally shut up about meddling with your love life, you decided to give it a go and went to the first day of the concert. Unbeknownst to you, you start taking interest in the man himself. 

It was the way he presented himself on stage—the way his body moved according to the rhythm and vibe of each song perfectly, his harmonious voice that suited each of the songs from the setlist, not to mention the outfits he was given to wear (especially during the opening where he wore a see-through shirt with his hair all slicked back good lord). 

When you finally got to meet him in person backstage after the concert, he was a man you would fall for and would immediately be listed down in your “men whom I surprisingly approve of and will trust with the rest of my life” book.

He was so calm and friendly that he could break off the ice between you two even though you’ve just met, and it was how you were engaged in every conversation you’ve had with him. You definitely were a little upset when they had to call it a night as they had to prepare for the upcoming concerts for the rest of the week. But he managed to grab a few more tickets for you and your friends so that you could come again during the tour's encore and final day. 

Fast forward to the present day, you were at the backstage waiting for the rest of the members to arrive. It took about 10 minutes before all 11 members came down to thank all the staff and visit all the guests that had arrived to support them on their final day. It took a while for Jacob to finally make his way towards you, but when he did, he absolutely couldn’t leave your side in the slightest bit. 

Something in the air made both of you seemingly attracted to one another, even though you had just met for the second time. It was as if you both were drawn to each other, wanting to know more and deepen the relationship you both have created. 

He gently grabs hold of one of your hands into his, caressing it before opening his mouth to suggest the plans for the rest of the day. 

“Say, there is this really nice restaurant not too far from here that I occasionally dine in whenever I feel for a candlelight dinner. Care to join me for the night?” He asked in such a sweet way, how could you say no?

Without much hesitation, you quickly nodded your head before he made some arrangements to inform his managers and your friends that you both would make a quick dinner and that he would bring you back home safely by the end of the night. 

Seeing this as a sign, your friends immediately encouraged you to take up the offer, convinced that this would be the start of a spark to happen between you two. 

For the first time in a while, you actually agreed with your friends on this for once.

It was a rather fancy restaurant that had the Parisian vibes to it. You could tell how it would be a place where idols would occasionally indulge after a long day of work, especially when they have just finished a concert tour. 

Jacob, being the kind gentlemen that he was, ensured that you’ve always felt comfortable and would bring up a variety of topics to talk about—which you deeply appreciated because gradually, he was slowly pulling out from your bubble, getting you to open up to him more. 

You were glad that you weren’t the only one who showed interest in the other party. Otherwise, it would’ve been an awkward one-sided relationship. There was just something about you that drew in him, and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was either. All he knew was that he was desperate to try to get to know you better, and eventually, he definitely thought about taking a step further in the relationship you both have now. 

The dinner went on smoothly and he offered to pay for the meal at the end, much to your disagreement. 

A gentleman should always pay on the first date, no? 

Those words lingered in your mind, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

As you both exited the restaurant, he somehow volunteered to be your chauffeur, clearly wanting to keep you as long as he could to himself. 

“If you are free for the night, would you like to come over to my place?” 

“Woah, Jacob. Aren’t you taking this a little too far? What makes you think I’d return to your place that quickly?” You joked. 

“What if I said I have got the best liquor saved just for you, some good music to vibe to, a comfy sofa and a cosy atmosphere to indulge you for the night? Would you agree to my proposal?” 

Now that was tempting. Given both of your similar interests in music (and good liquor), it was very hard to reject the man’s offer. You knew that it should be a red flag for someone to invite you back to their comfort place that quickly, especially when you two are just friends at the moment, nothing else. 

But somehow, you just couldn’t turn down his offer. In fact, you wanted to know more about him too. 

In return, you smiled back at him while taking a step closer so that you were mere centimetres apart from each other’s faces. 

“That is a yes in my books.”

One thing led to another, and you both began feeling tipsy. And before you knew it, you were both kissing one another on the sofa. 

You were both finishing up the last drop of the liquor bottle that Jacob owned among his stash of wines and when you both looked into each other’s eyes, you knew that you were far too gone to even think rationally at this point. 

Jacob bent down his face to yours in slow motion, and within seconds you felt his hot mouth infused with the sweet wine he had just consumed earlier all over your mouth. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he then slipped his hands down to the curve of your sides to rest on your hips as he drew you in. You didn’t expect how much of a prodigy he was with his tongue, casually slipping and wrapping itself onto yours. 

God, this whole session was causing you to lose your breath, your pants getting more visible as the minutes passed. Jacob noticed how much you enjoyed it and proposed a better idea. 

“Won’t you—crawl up in my bed—with me.” He asked in between the kisses. 

“What makes you—think that I would agree with that?” You asked while trying to catch your breath.

“For one, you would be cosy up in the sheets and I’ll make you feel good and care for you. Will you accept the invitation?” 

If you did, you already knew where this was going. Having sex when technically this was only your second time meeting one another? It would be absolute insanity. 

But you were already deep in this whole situation and ready to let loose for the night. 

“Show me what you’ve got then.” You challenged the male. 

Immediately, he carried you into his room and laid you down gently on his comfy sheets. He slowly undressed you, only leaving your underwear on as you laid your stomach down on the sheets. 

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you, hmm?” 

Accepting his proposal, you laid your head on your arms and crossed them on the sheets.

Closing your eyes, you start to hear how he has walked behind you, undressing himself before slowly climbing onto the bed with you. 

Instantly, he bent down and began to fidget with your core, slowly rubbing it, earning a soft moan that escaped your mouth. 

“Does it feel good, baby?” 

You nodded your head and he knew he could proceed onwards with his care. He slowly increased his speed before finally coming into contact with his mouth upon your core, kissing and sucking them.

“Mmmh… yes… keep going, Jacob.” Your moans sounded so sweet to his ears, and that was when he knew his care was effective after all. It was then he decided to insert two of his fingers into your core while he continued to suck on it simultaneously. 

God, you were on cloud nine. It just felt so sickly good. 

“M-more… Jacob… please… don’t stop.” Purely on instinct, you decided to spread open your legs more to give him access to your entrance. And how you’d actually wish him to finger you deeper within. 

It went on for a few more minutes before you both knew you were about to reach your high. Jacob gives you the consent to cumming around his fingertips, and that was exactly what you did when you released your sweet love juice around his fingers. He takes them out from your core before placing them into his mouth, savouring them all without leaving a single drop. 

“God, you taste so f*cking good.” 

Just when you thought he was done, he opened up one of the drawers by his bedside to reveal a condom that he was about to place over his member. He asked you for your consent first to see if you were willing actually to do the deed with him. 

“What makes you think I would say no after you literally just made me cum?” 

He smirked. “That’s what I like to hear.” 

Once he was done adjusting his member to the entrance of your core, he slowly pushed in as he climbed further up onto your back so that he was hovering over you completely now. 

“God, Y/N. You’re so tight for me.” 

“Then do your magic and help me loosen up, sweetheart.” You whined, already wanting him to go fast on you. 

“Such an impatient one, aren’t you?” 

With your consent, he instantly picked up his speed and went as fast as you would’ve preferred. There is nothing about going slow and gradually picking up his pace whatsoever. He grabs both of your hips and pounds into you continuously, checking up on you ever so often by leaning in to kiss you on your forehead. 

You just looked so goddamn attractive to him at the moment. Your bareback, the way your long brown hair flowed down onto your back, and god, your moans. He swears he would definitely record them down so that he could listen to them all day at all times if he has to. 

Especially when he needs that motivation right before heading up on stage before a performance. 

 “J-Jacob… I’m cumming…” You mewled. 

“Cum for me then, baby. Do it with me.” He groaned.

With a few more powerful thrusts, you both reach your highs simultaneously and instantly release your juices together. He slowly pulls out his member from you and lays beside you as he reconnects his lips with yours. 

“Our connection is something else, don’t you think? Perhaps we are really meant for one another.” Jacob announced, making himself clear while he was still panting from the intense workout. 

“Gee, I had no idea you were this obsessed with me. What makes you think I’m special in your eyes?”

“I wouldn’t have asked you to attend another day of the concert and take you out to dinner if I weren’t interested in you.”

You both burst out in laughter before reconnecting your lips once again. But it all came to a halt when you suddenly realised how you had forgotten to keep your friends updated about the night, surely you have to return home sooner or later-

“Why don’t you stay over for the night? At least stay with me till the sun rises.” Jacob proposed, which, to be fair, was valid—you were in no shape to be able to walk normally after that intense session you both have just done. 

“I can’t. My friends would worry about me.” 

“Hmm. I think I could fix that.” 

He gently takes your phone from you while having your consent to type out the message that he would send to the mutual friend you’ve both had.

🍐: change of plans, i’m keeping Y/N with me for the night. fyi, we’re more than just friends at this point. 

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Hello! I've stumbled upon the post of yours about Crowley and Aziraphale being ace, thank you so much for voicing so perfectly what I never could but always felt. The scene at the ball though is wrong - Crowley says "you don't dance" instead of "we don't dance", Neil said that was one of the subtitle mistakes that happened during the strike and I was wondering, does it make any difference for the interpretation? Like, implying Aziraphale has no experience but Crowley does since you pointed out dancing is a euphemism for sex? Or is it a nod to the book that says demons dance (badly) and angels don't? (I felt like in the book and in the series that explanation had no double meaning but was simply about dancing, unlike the ball scene in season 2)?

Thanks for reading my aromantic Ineffable meta and popping in with a very thoughtful and interesting question on Crowley's statement here:

For context, in my original interpretation (with the mis-subtitled “We don’t dance”), I took Crowley’s statement to imply that he believed both of them understood their relationship to be of a certain kind and was questioning Aziraphale’s attempt to change it (by making it more public and physical by dancing).

I do think the core of this idea still holds even knowing that Crowley actually said “You don’t dance.” Crowley’s delivery of that line is deeply serious, and is weighed by much more than just a cheeky nod to the books.

Which (if we look at the book) is interesting, because the “angels don't dance” segment is directly connected to the discreet gentlemen’s club (aka Azi’s gay dance club era doing the “kissing dance”), contrasting Aziraphale’s willingness to “dance” in comparison to other angels. So, I actually would like to speculate that there’s a double entendre to the book’s passage as well (because if it’s one thing that feels particularly Terry Pratchett, it’s making innuendo out of some hollow theological question):

Over the years a huge number of theological man-hours have been spent debating the famous question: How Many Angels Can Dance on the Head of a Pin? In order to arrive at an answer, the following facts must be taken into consideration: Firstly, angels simply don’t dance. It’s one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel. They may listen appreciatively to the Music of the Spheres, but they don’t feel the urge to get down and boogie to it. So, none. At least, nearly none. Aziraphale had learned to gavotte in a discreet gentlemen’s club in Portland Place, in the late 1880s, and while he had initially taken to it like a duck to merchant banking, after a while he had become quite good at it, and was quite put out when, some decades later, the gavotte went out of style for good. So providing the dance was a gavotte, and providing that he had a suitable partner (also able, for the sake of argument, both to gavotte, and to dance it on the head of a pin), the answer is a straightforward one. (x)

Of course, Aziraphale is only willing to “dance” (or, if we take that as its euphemism, “have sex”) under very specific circumstances, with a very particular partner, and that it didn’t come naturally but was learned (and eventually very much enjoyed). Which I think tracks with Neil saying they can be read as asexual.

I think Crowley, knowing the implications of dancing, is commenting on what he believes about Aziraphale, that angels “don’t do that.” It’s probably been battered into him by Hell that demons do in fact dance (“Not what you would call good dancing though” (x) But angels do not. His apparent shock is him shifting his viewpoint on what Aziraphale is capable of and what Aziraphale wants from him.

I think if it’s one thing this season showed us is that Aziraphale definitely feels more experienced than Crowley, and more willing to take their relationship in a physical direction. But both of them are absolutely clueless about romance, relationship labels, and how to fit their transcendent love into tiny human boxes.

So, I guess to sum up, I don’t think the correction in what Crowley said changes my overall interpretation of my analysis (their essentially aromantic selves). Instead of a comment on what Crowley believes about them together, it now becomes more personal––more about what Crowley himself realizes about Aziraphale’s desires. That Aziraphale wants to be more public, more physical, more romantically-coded than he previously imagined Aziraphale was willing (or wanting) to be.

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Endings week Season 5 countdown tag game

Doing this right away because I'm pretty sure I forgot last week's @lonestar-s5countdown

1) Which 911 Lone Star season finale is your favorite? Gotta be season 4 - the tarlos wedding. Though season 3 with the 3:18 proposal in 3x18 was good too!

(2) What was your favorite moment from the season 4 finale? The tarlos wedding obviously. Tommy singing for them and both of them getting a little teary eyed, TK holding onto his husband's (!!!) arm, Carlos telling his mum it was the best night of his life, their vows (!!!), both of them being romantic idiots, "You are the key that unlocked me" "You are the dream I would not allow myself to have", "You saw me for the man I hadn't yet become" "I vow to take care and nurture your heart as if it was my very own", Paul officiating (!!!), the two of them in their own little bubble dancing in the background, the cake smash scene!!! (I don't care that it was deleted - it counts).

(3) Are there any storylines that you would like to see brought back for a more satisfying conclusion? Not so much a conclusion but I'd like to see Carlos' sisters again - just to see their dynamic with him some more. We barely saw them at the rehearsal dinner and then the next time was Gabriel's funeral. I want to see them tease their little brother, I want TK to join in and just interact with his in laws other than Andrea.

Or if we're going full delusion - Gabriel. He had to fake his death and now Carlos is solving his 'murder' and when the bad guy is locked up, he comes home to be with his family and see his son happily married to the love of his life.

(4) Pick one character and tell us where you hope to see them at the end of season 5. I think most of all I want *everybody* to have a happy ending. though i don't know how likely that's going to be if they really do what I think they'll do with Judd's storyline.

And maybe for Owen to have a FRIEND. No more random girlfriends young enough to be his daughter.

(5) What is one thing you really want to see before the show ends? An announcement abc (or any other network) has picked up the show? Nancy and Marjan kiss and fall in love and live happily ever after? (shush let me live in denial) On a more realistic note... I think I'd like Andrea and Owen to bond over losing their partner/the other parent of their child/children and Judd will probably be joining that club too this season I want tarlos to be a united front with whatever drama comes their way this season. No fighting between them please. I'm curious about Carlos' new work partner (RIP Lexi Mitchell, you'll always be famous) and even though I think it'll be like the Cooper of it all, I really hope it won't be. Carlos would absolutely never cheat, and TK knows it, but I don't particularly want him to be "jealous" of how much time Carlos is spending with New Guy for work. And I want at least one Catan crew hang at the tarloft. I want tarlos to be That Couple that's constantly making heart eyes at each other, telling the other they missed them when they've been apart for more than 5 minutes, just being all loved up and obnoxiously happy. Carlos went to the store to get more snacks, was gone for maybe 20 minutes, slides the door open, and TK all but jumps up from his seat to greet him with a kiss.

"Hi baby, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Nancy *rolling her eyes* "He was gone for FIFTEEN MINUTES!"

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We're Safe

Pairing: Oliver Queen x F!Reader Synopsis: Billionaire playboy, Oliver Queen and Billionaire playgirl Y/N Merlyn, has been considered dead for five years. Now, they have returned. But something, during those five years, has changed them into mysterious green hooded archers. warnings: Fluff, kissing, sex, s*ui*de, mentions of trauma and torture Characters: Oliver Queen, Reader, Tommy Merlyn, Thea Queen, Moria Queen, Walter, Laurel Lance, Quintin Lance, Sarah Lance Word count: 13.2k Words *also, English is not my first language so sorry if they're any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

While running through the woods (Y/N) and Oliver try to get to were their are arrows are hidden. While making it to the location they see a boat and run over to their supplies. Olive r sticks his knife into the rock and she stands beside him. He grabs an arrow and passes it quickly on the rock so it could create a flame. He gets ready to shoot. When he lets go of the arrow, it lands in the pack of sticks they had placed there earlier and the sticks light on fire. It grabbed the attention of the 2 fishermen who were on the boat.

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"The name of the island they found us on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for 'purgatory'. "

The men slowly walk over to were the fire was as we were also walking towards them.

"We've been stranded here for five years. We've dreamed of our rescue every cold, black night since then."

We walk infront of the men and kneel.

"For five years, we've only had one thought, one goal, survive."

As the men looked at each other we took off our hoods slowly and looked up at them

"Survive and one day, return home."

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As we sat down with a blanket around us, one of the men brought us two cups of some warm tea

"The island held many dangers. To live, we had to make ourselves more than what we were to forge ourselves into a weapon. We are returning, not the boy and girl who was shipped wrecked but the man and woman who will bring justice to those who have poisoned our city."

The man walked away as we both looked back at the island.

"My name is Oliver Queen"

"And my name is(Y/N) Merlyn."

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Headline reads: Lost Billionaire's found"

-breaking- LOST BILLIONAIRE'S DISCOVERED IN NORTH CHINA SEA

"Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn are alive. The Starling City residents found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after they were missing and presumed dead following of the accident at sea which claimed The Queens Gambit." Says the news anchor.

"Queen and Merlyn were a regular tabloid presences and fixtures at the Starling City club scene."

They show of Oliver and a random girl both drunk and with you behind them with a man and Tommy with you guys with two girls as well.

"Shortly before their disappearances, Queen was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased." He continues saying "(Y/N) Merlyn is the daughter of Starling City billionaire of Malcom Merlyn who is the CEO of Merlyn Global Group. (Y/N) is the COO of Merlyn Global Group and her brother Thomas Merlyn is the CFO of the Merlyn Global Group as well. (Y/N) is also a very famous model. She is known for her appearances on the runway and her looks in magazines. She always has the best outfits on."

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As I open my eyes I am blinded by the lights in the hospital. I look around and see my surroundings. I look outside and see the lights and building that weren't there before I left. I get up slowly and walk out of my room quietly as I make my way over to Olivers room. I walk in and I see him looking outside in awe. "Its beautiful isn't it." I say as I walked over to him and put one of my arms around his waist.

"Yeah, I cant believe how much has changed since we 'died', it's like a whole different world out there." He puts his arm around my waist as well and kisses my head. I smile and we stand there for a while admiring the new world we have come home to.

"Twenty percent of their bodies is covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on their back and arms. X-rays show at least 12 fractures that never properly healed on his body and about 15 on hers." The doctor tell Moira as they are looking at you and Oliver through the glass door.

"Have they said anything about what happened?" Moria asks the doctor.

"No, they've barely said anything." The doctor tells her and she looks back at you and Oliver. "Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver and (Y/N) you lost might not be the one they found."

She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

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"Oliver?" We turn our heads to see Moria standing there. I step away from Oliver a bit and he holds my hand.

"Mom." He says to her. She walks over to him and he looks at me, I smile at him and give him the 'go on' face. He lets go of my hand and goes to hug his mother. They hug for about 2 minutes until she lets go of Oliver and she looks at me. She smiles while tears are filling her eyes.

"My beautiful (Y/N), oh my goodness, you look as gorgeous as ever my darling." She comes towards me and hugs me. I hug her back and she rubs my back gently.

"You looks amazing as well Moira" She pulls back and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Well as much as you look gorgeous and beautiful, we should go home and get some food into you two, huh? How does that sound?" She places her hand on Olivers shoulder and keeps one on mine as she shakes us lightly.

"That sounds great Mom" He smiles at her and holds my hand again,

"Well I cant discharge you tonight so ill be back." She smiles at us again and walks out. We look at each other and we smile.

"We're home" He says and he smiles at me.

"We're Home" I repeat his words and I return his smile.

He brings me into a kiss and I kiss him back. I pull back and I put my hand on his cheek. "We should get some rest okay?" I gave him a quick peck on the lips and I start walking out of the room. He pulls me back gently and places a kiss on my lips and puts his hand on my cheeks.

"Don't go" He says while our foreheads are together.

I roll my eyes and I laugh "After 5 years I would've thought you would be tired of me, but no you're still as clingy as always." I smile at him while I look him in his beautiful blue eyes. " Okay fine."

I let go of his waist and go lay down on his hospital bed. "Well are you coming or not?" He smiles and get into the bed. He snuggles up next to me and places his head on my shoulder. I play with his now short hair and I start falling asleep.

God I miss being in a 'normal' bed.

The next morning, we get to Queen Manor. Oliver gets out and extends his hand out for me. I take his hand and get out the car. Me and Oliver go around the car to go pick up our cases. The driver is already there and Oliver stops him.

"I've got it." He tells the driver and proceeds to take our stuff. Oliver takes mine and hands it to me.

Moira opens the door.

"Your room is exactly as you left it. I never had the heart to change a thing." She says placing her stuff at the entrance table.

"Oliver, (Y/N)." We hear a man say. The voice was so familiar but so unfamiliar as well. Oliver looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders. "Its damn good to see you two'. Oliver looked at the man up and down. "It's Walter." He puts his hands out and shakes Olivers hand. He does the same to me. "Walter Steele."

"You remember Walter. Your fathers friend from the company." Moira says and he looks at Walter one more time before letting go of his hand and intertwining our fingers.

We walk over to Raisa, she's been working for his family for years and Oliver considers her as a second mother. And so do I. Ive considered her my second mother after my mom died.

"It's good to see you, Raisa." Oliver tells her and she takes our free hands and puts it into hers.

"Its really good to see you Rasia." I tell her as she brings me into a hug. "ya tak skuchal po tebe (ive missed you so much)." I can feel her smile.

"ya tozhe skuchal po tebe (Ive missed you as well)." She says as she pulls away from the hug and takes our hands again.

"Welcome home, Mr.Oliver and Ms. (Y/N)" She tells us "Mr.Merlyn phoned. He wants to join you for dinner."

"Wonderful" I hear Moira say all of a sudden. I jump a bit and Oliver noticed. We started laughing quietly.

We hear a thud come from upstairs. Oliver and I knew exactly who it was.

"Oliver (Y/N), did you hear that?" Moira says.

We walked closer to the stairs and waited for her to come down. We waited at the end of the stairs.

"Hey sis." Oliver tells Thea

"I knew it. I knew you were alive" She ran down the stairs to hug him. He let go of my hand so he would be able to catch her. Once he did he hugged her back. "I missed you so much."

"You were with me or should I say 'Us' the whole time" He tell her as she pulls back in confusion.

"Us? what do you mean u-" She looks over at me and I smile at her and open my arms. She looks at me like she's just seen a ghost. She runs into my arms and she hugs me. I hug her back and spun her around.

"You know I really missed you Chucky." I told her while everyone started laughing.

The reason I call Thea 'Chucky' is because Oliver calls her 'speedy' since she was always running around. Well this one time me and Oliver were babysitting her, she somehow got a knife and started chasing Oliver around with it.

-MEANWHILE WITH LAUREL-

"Come on Laurel. We're lawyers, not miracle workers. We cant win this" Anastasia tells Laurel as she looks through some mail.

"If we can win a class-action suit against a man who swindled hundreds of people out of their homes and life savings then were not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office." She continues to walk and look through the mail with Anastasia behind her.

"And if we go bankrupt in the process we won't be a legal aid office. Hunt has an army of lawyers and they are ready to bury us." Anastasia tries to reason with Laurel.

"You and I against and army. I love those odds." She says looking at Anastasia.

"Why do you hate me?" She walks away.

Laurel sits down as she looks at a board filled with information about Adam Hunt.

"And in other news, details as to the cast away story you've all heard about. The son and daughter of very wealth billionaires will soon become a legendary story. Jessica now has more details and the complete castaway story." The reporter says on the TV. Laurel gets up and walks over to the TV.

"The Queen's Gambit was last heard from more than 5 years ago. Mr.Queen and Ms.Merlyn have reportedly confirmed they were the only survivors of the accident that took the lives of seven people including local resident Sarah Lance. Survived by her sister Laurel-" Laurel cuts off the TV and walks away from the table of where the other people in the office were sitting.

-WITH YOU AND OLIVER AT THE QUEEN MANOR-

Oliver walks out the shower wearing a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. When his fully walks out you can see his scars from the island. He walks in front of the window and looks outside.

"After five years, everything that was once familiar is now unrecognizable."

"The face I see in the mirror is a stranger."

-(FLASHBACK)-

There was a storm while on the boat. Robert was looking at the radar. He had a concerned look on his face. One of the crew members walks into the boat soaking wet. He walks over to Robert and starts talking.

"The storms a category 2. The captains recommending we head back." Says the crew member to Robert.

"Alright. Inform the crew." Robert says as the crew member walks away.

"Are we in trouble?" Oliver walks out of his room asking his father.

"One of us is." Robert responds as he walks over to his son. Oliver chuckles

"Ollie?" Sarah says walking out of the room with (Y/N) around her waist kissing her neck. She giggles while trying to move (Y/N). Sarah covers her robe as she see's that Robert is with him. "Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" She asks him while (Y/N) is still placing small kisses on her neck. She giggles again still trying to move (Y/N).

"I'll be there in a minute Sarah. And (Y/N) don't eat her please" Oliver says pointing at them.

"No promises, Captain" She winks while walking away with Sarah.

Oliver turns to his father again and he continues speaking.

"That is not going to finish well. For either of them, or for you." Robert says.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)

I walk up to him and hug him from behind. I kiss his shoulder softly as I rub my hands up and down his arms as he gets dressed.

"You know I missed this. Us being together, and being able to be comfortable at home or should I say your home." I told him as he turned around hugging me around my waist and kissing my head.

"Our home (Y/N), our home." He says as he brings me into a hug and places his head on mine.

"You smell soooo good. Haven't smelled this smell in a while." We both burst out laughing.

"I know. You do too" We continue laughing and I slap his shoulder.

"Well loser im going to get ready for dinner." I tell him as I placed a kiss on his lips and walked away.

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Oliver is downstairs looking at old photos at the entrance of the house. He pick up a photo of him and his father when he was little. He hears the door open and looks up.

"What did I tell you? Yachts suck" It was Tommy. Olivers best friend. And (Y/N)'s brother.

Oliver puts the photo down and turns around smiling.

"Tommy Merlyn." Oliver says bringing Tommy in for a hug.

"I missed you buddy." Tommy hugs him as well and smiles.

"Hey Ollie? Do you know where I put my brooch? You know the one Tommy gave me?" I say while walking out of his room while putting on my earrings.

"Yeah its in your jewelry box." Oliver says while Tommy pulls away from their hug.

"Ya prosto blya zaglyanul tuda" I tell him in Russian.

(I just fucking looked in there).

"Ya znayu, chto eto posledneye mesto, kuda ty yego polozhil." He responds to me in Russian.

(I know that's the last place you put it)

"Khorosho, ya proveryu eto snova, a zatem mister. znayu vse eto" I respond back to him. I roll my eyes while throwing my hands up in the air.

(Fine i'll check it again then Mr. know it all)

Tommy looks at Oliver starstruck. Not only is his best friend is back, but his little sister is back, all grown up.

"Lets go eat" Oliver tells him as he puts his arm on his shoulder and they walk into the living room.

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I walked back into the room looking back inside my jewelry box. There it was. I put it on and I fixed my hair, I put some heels on and make my way downstairs. I walk downstairs and I hear some talking. I hear a voice, a voice that is familiar to me. I walked closer to the dining room and I see Thea.

I walk into the dining room and Oliver smiles at me. I smile back at him and walk over to Thea. We start talking and she compliments my pin

"That brooch is beautiful where'd you get it?" She asks me as we both look at it.

I take it off and show her. Its a beautiful butterfly brooch with my favorite colored diamonds on it. I show her the back and show her that my initials are engraved into it.

"Tommy gave it to me actually. For my 18th birthday." I hand her the pin so she can see it better.

"Wait are the diamonds real though?" She asks me and I laugh.

"Is that a real question Chucky? Obviously the diamonds are real, because diamonds are a girls best friend." I wink at her and she giggles. "You know Chucky, I missed you a lot. I missed our girl days and our chats." I say to her softly while smiling and putting my pin back on.

"I did too yk. I missed your advice and you wise words" Thea says and we both laugh. I hug her and she hugs me back.

"I love you T.T" I smiled as I hugged her. I can feel a smile on her face as well.

I let go as I hear footsteps. I see Oliver and I hug him.

"I see you find the brooch jellybean." Tommy. I smile at the words that came out of his mouth.

"Yes I did Bear." I hug him.

"I missed you jellybean." Tommy says as he hugged me.

"I missed you too Bear" I told him and he hugged me tighter. I can feel the air of my lungs escape. "Tommy. if you don't put me down ill chop your head off." He looked at Oliver and he gave him the "she'll do it" face to Tommy.

Tommy puts me down while having a terrified look on his face.

"Ill never do that to you bear." I pat his cheek as I walked over to the table.

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"Okay what else did you miss. Super bowl winners, Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers, Giants again. A black president, that's new. Oh, and "Lost," they were all dead, I think" Tommy says chuckling.

"What was it like there?" Thea asks as she looks at both of us. Everyone gets quiet looking at both of us. Oliver looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"Cold." Oliver responds dryly.

"Tomorrow you, me and (Y/N), we're doing the city. You two have a lot to catch up on." Tommy says as he points his fork at us.

"That sounds like a great idea." Moira speaks up and looks at us again. I grab my glass of wine and chuckle.

"Good. Then I was hoping to swing by the office." Oliver tell Moira. Walter stop drinking his wine and she nods raising her glass.

"Well, there's plenty of time for all that. Queen Consolidated isn't going anywhere." Walter says to Oliver and I just shake my head sipping my wine once again.

Raisa walks in and trips on the carpet. She had a bowl of fruits in her hand but Oliver catches it.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Oliver." Raisa tells Oliver with remorse.

"Ne bespokoytes'" He tells Raisa with a smile on his face. Everyone at the table was shocked, even Rasia.

(Its no worry)

"Dude, you speak Russian?" Tommy asks him in surprise.

"I didn't realize you took Russian in college, Oliver." Walter says.

"I didn't realize you wanted to sleep with my mother, Walter." Oliver tells him. I almost spit my wine out in shock to what he just said.

"Im sorry" I start coughing and Oliver stands up to check on me but I push him away.

"Im okay im okay." I cough one last time as I wipe my mouth with the napkin.

Thea chuckles a bit and sits back. "I didn't say anything." Thea tells Moira and Walter.

"She didn't have to." Oliver responds to her.

"Oliver, Walter and I are married and I didn't want you to think that either of us did anything to disrespect your father." Moira says as she grabs Walters hand and looks at him.

"We both believed that Robert like you was, uh, well gone." Walter says.

"Its fine." Oliver says nodding at Moira. I took his hand lightly and intertwined our fingers. He looks down and smiles at me.

He lets go of my hand and stands up. "May I be excused?" He asks Moira, as she nods at him. I look at him walk away. I wait for him to leave the room.

"Hey, don't forget about tomorrow, buddy" Tommy says patting his arm. He winks at Thea then walks away.

I get up as well. "May I be excused as well please?" I asked Moria and she nods at me as well. I lip to her 'Im going to go check on him'. "Thank you Moira, dinner was lovely." I hugged Thea and Tommy as I walked out.

"It was my pleasure honey" She nods and smiles at me

"You too jellybean, don't forget." He tells me while patting my arm as well.

"Don't worry Thomas ill be there." I laugh as I walked out the dining room.

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I walked up the stairs to Olivers room. I open the door and see him sitting on his bed. I sit next to him and rub his back lightly. He had his hands in his head.

"you okay?" I asked him gently.

"Yeah I just needed to get away you know?" He tells me. I nod understanding.

"Yeah I know." I say placing my head on his shoulder.

"Everything is just so..." He says trying to look for the correct word to say.

"Different? yeah I know. We've been gone 5 years and everything's changed." I take his hand and start playing with it.

"We should get some sleep. Tommy's going to be on our asses if we don't show up tomorrow." he says laughing at his own comment. I laugh along with him.

He hides his pain away with comedy. And I do too.

We get ready for bed. I lay down and he lays down next to me.

"I missed laying down on my own bed. Especially with you." He says bringing me into a kiss.

"I know. I missed it too. But look at where we are now. Here. Together." I say kissing him back.

"Goodnight Ollie."

"Goodnight (Y/N/N)" He kisses me once more time and I cuddle up next to him and fall asleep.

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As the rain was pouring and the lightning was striking. Oliver lays on the floor with the window open.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"One, two, three. Its getting closer" Sarah tells Oliver with (Y/N) on her side holding champage.

"That's not very scientific." Oliver says taking a sip out of his cup.

"What would you know about science, Mr. Ivy League dropout?" (Y/N) says while taking a sip out of her cup as well.

"Yeah what would you know?" Sarah says.

"I happen to know alot about science. I know about fermentation. I know biology." He kisses (Y/N) and then Sarah.

"Laurel's gonna kill me. Oh, she's so gonna kill me." She smiles putting her cup down.

"Your sister will never know" Oliver says.

"Exactly, if she never finds out, she cant do anything." (Y/N) says kissing her and smiling. Sarah kisses back.

"That's true." She smiles at (Y/N) then Oliver.

"Come here" He takes both Sarah and (Y/N) down and gets on top of both of them. They both start to laugh.

The lights turn off.

"Okay, that one was really close." Sarah says freaking out a little bit.

"Yeah Ollie, that one was really close." (Y/N) says looking at him.

"Sarah, (Y/N) you're going to be fine." He says reassuring both of the girls and kisses them.

All of sudden the boat starts to tilt and they all fall off the bed onto the wall.

Sarah and (Y/N) both scream slamming into the wall. Oliver was able to grab (Y/N). (Y/N) extend her arm to grab Sarah but it was too late. Sarah fell.

They both swim to the top where a safe boat was.

"SARAH!" (Y/N) and Oliver yell out.

"(Y/N)! OLIVER!" We can hear the voice of Robert yelling out her name. Robert put out his arm so he was able to pull Oliver in.

The crew member also put his hand out and helped (Y/N) get onto the safe boat.

"No! No! No! Dad shes out there!" Oliver says in panic.

"Shes not out there." Robert says.

"SARAH!" Oliver yells out one last time.

Oliver collapses into (Y/N) arms and starts crying.

The boat falls slowly into the ocean.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Oliver? Oliver.? Oliver wake up." I say trying to wake him up. Moira and Walter are behind me trying to see whats wrong. "Oliver. Ollie-" He wakes up and puts his hand on my throat. I start coughing while Walter and Moira are help me up.

He moves back quickly realizing what he'd just done. "Im sorry. Im so, sorry." He says looking down in disappointment.

"Its okay. Its okay." I say as i get closer to him bringing him into a hug.

"Its alright sweetheart. Youre home. Youre home." Moira says. She and Walter walk out. Leaving me and Oliver alone in the room again.

"(Y/N) I am so sorry. I didnt mean it i swear its just that i had a nightmare and you were in it and-" I shushed him and brought him into a hug. I kiss his head gently as the rain is coming in through the window.

"Youre safe now. Okay, im safe. We're safe. Im here, alive and well." I tell him while smiling at him gently.

"Yeah. Its just it was a flash back to when the boat drowned and you waking me up just like activated my fight or flight. Im so sorry. Is your neck okay." He say worryingly looking at me and checking my neck for any bruises.

"Ollie. Ollie look at me, im fine dont worry. okay im okay." I reassure him one last time until getting up and closing the window. "Lets change your clothes and get to bed okay?" Oliver grabs some clean clothes and changes. I do the same thing and we lag back down in bed.

This time, i wait for him to fall asleep before i do.

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I wake up to the light of the sun hitting my face. I feel a large pair of hands around my waist. I turn around and see Oliver. I smile and run my hands through his now short hair. I can hear his soft snores. The sunlight hitting his face. I smile as I admire his beauty.

"Good Morning" I hear him say while having his eyes closed.

"Good Morning" I smile at him. "Did you sleep well?" I asked while still playing with his hair.

"I slept great, how about you?" He asks placing a kiss on my lips.

"I slept amazing." I smiled at him.

"I could get used to this view." He says kissing me again and rolling us over so he could be on top.

I kiss him back and respond, "I could get used to this view as well."

We continued kissing for a while until the kisses became more deep and passionate. I started taking off his shirt and he did the same to me. By this time, we are both naked and still kissing. He starts moving down to my neck, I let out a soft moan.

"Fuck..." I say softly. I can feel him smirk on my neck. He continues to kiss my neck, knowing he's leaving hickys on my neck.

He makes his way down my body, kissing it slowly. He makes it to my pussy. He kisses down my thighs running his fingers on the side of my body. I let a gasp out while arching my back to the wonderful feeling of his lips touching my skin.

He makes his way up my body and stops at my pussy. He licks my clit gently while putting my leg on his shoulder. He pulls his tongue away from my clit, he inserts two fingers while placing his left thumb on my clit. He moves his fingers in and out of my pussy. He slowly starts to move his thumb around my clit. I arch my back and let out a moan.

"Ollie.. Oh my.." I let out while running my fingers through his hair.

He quickens his pace. Im about to let out a moan but I cover my mouth with my hand and my other hand is grabbing the sheets. I can feel myself climaxing.

"Fuck im about cum Oliver." I say covering my mouth again.

"Cmon baby" He says while going quicker.

I cum on his finger and he licks them off. He moves back up to me and starts kissing me again. I kiss him back and place my hands on his back.

"I need you in me Oliver." I whisper in his ear and he smirks at me again.

He alines himself with my pussy. He looks at me, all I see behind those ocean blue eyes is lust, passion and his love for me. He puts his dick in me and I grip the sheets, letting out a loud moan from my mouth. He covers my mouth with one of his hands while we move our hips.

I flip him over, im now on top of him. I move my hips slowly while throwing my head back gently. He grabs my boobs and starts playing with them. He cups one of them and starts licking my nipple. I gasp at the feeling and cover my mouth so no one could hear us.

I lift my head back up and place my hands behind his head while riding him slowly. I hear feel him moan softly. He grabs my waist softly and starts moving my hips faster. I can feel him becoming desperate. We both move our hips quickly as we ride out each others climaxes.

"Fuckkkkk..." He says while we cum together.

"Oh my god." I say while out of breath.

I start kissing him again. He grabs my hips again and flips us over so he's on top. He alines himself with my pussy again. He inserts his dick again and starts at a quick pace. I copy his pace and I start kissing him so neither of us would moan loudly out of pleasure. We move our hips at the same pace.

Our rhythm starts to become sloppy. We slow down a bit.

"Fuck baby, im about to cum." I say while bringing him into another kiss.

He lays his body against mine and picks down the pace. I could feel his and mine climaxes come along. Oliver slows down the pace which lets me know that he's cumming. He lays his head on my chest while riding out his climax

We are more out of breath the before. He lifts his head and smiles at me.

"That was amazing" He says kissing my nose then my lips.

"It really was." I say smiling.

"We should get ready." He says while getting up from the bed and extending his arm out. Helping me get up as well. We head to the bathroom and get ready for the day.

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When we are done, we walk back into his/ our room and put some clothes on. I put on a plain white turtle neck sweater-dress with a gold Chanel chain belt on. I put on knee-high snake/black leather boots. I let my hair out and put on some light makeup.

Oliver goes to his side of the bed and grabs his case.

"What are you doing?" I ask crossing my arms and looking down at him.

"Im looking for something." He says while putting the combination in. He puts the lock down and opens it. He unwraps the cloth and picks up a notebook. He looks at he briefly and puts it back down. He grabs a honzen that he wanted to give Thea back on the island. He gets up and I follow him out.

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Oliver knocks on Theas door while holding my hand. We could hear some quick shuffling and we look at each other confused. Oliver opens the door. He walks in and I walk behind him a bit.

"Ollie." Thea says with a smile on her face

"No one's called me that in a while, Speedy." He says walking closer to her.

"Worst nickname ever." She says while rolling her eyes jokingly.

"I think its pretty cute" I said while smiling.

"(Y/N)!" She says while bringing me into a hug.

"What, always chasing around after you as a kid. I thought it fit pretty well. Maybe it still does" Oliver says while I pull away from me and Theas hug.

I look over at Theas friend who seems to be frozen. I gave her a strange look then I look back at Thea. "Is she okay T?" I point at her friend. Thea looks at her and rolls her eyes.

"Im sorry, she's just a huge fan of you." Thea says trying to get her friends attention.

"Hi hello" I say waving at her.

"Omg Hi Hi." She says taking my hand and shaking it pretty roughly.

"Oh-" I let out and shake her hand. "Quite the grip you got there babe, you'd make a great business woman with that firm handshake." I say chuckling.

"Would I?" She asks me.

"Of course yeah, you can be whatever you want to be" I wink at her and she looks at Thea.

"See you at school Speedy." She says practically skipping out the room. I laugh and turn back to Thea and Oliver.

"Sorry about her." Thea says to me and Oliver.

"Don't worry, I loved her She's so cute. Make sure to tell her that." I say laughing.

"I have something for you." Oliver says pulling out the Hozen.

"You did not come back from a deserted island with a souvenir." Thea says crossing her arms looking at Oliver.

"Its a Hozen. And in Buddhism, it symbolizes reconnecting. I kept it in hopes that one day it could reconnect me with you." He hands the the Hozen to Thea.

"A rock. That is sweet. You know I want one of those T-shirts that say my friend and sister were castaways. All I got was this crappy shirt." Tommy says walking in and smiling at all three of us.

"Don't let him get you into too much trouble. You two just got back, take it slow." She says hugging both of us individually.

Tommy clears his throat. "The city awaits." Oliver nods.

"You're so annoying you know that right." I tell Tommy as we all walk out.

Oliver takes my hand and intertwines our fingers again.

"Do you notice how hot your sister's gotten?" Tommy says pointing back at the door. Oliver turns back to him with his lips together. "Because I have not." Tommy says. I let out a laugh while we walk out.

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We are driving through the city.

"Your funerals blew." Tommy says while driving. Oliver looks over at him smiling.

"Did you get lucky" Oliver asks him.

"Fish in a barrel. They were so sad and huggy-" Tommy says while laughing

"Omg No" I say.

"No." Oliver says squeezing his eyes together.

"- And I am counting on another target rich environment for your welcome-bash." Tommy says putting his eyes on the road.

"At our what?" Oliver asks in confusion.

"You guys came back from the dead. This calls for a party. You tell me where and when. Ill take care of everything." Tommy says as me and Oliver both shake our heads.

We pull up to the Glades.

"This city's gone to crap. You know, you're dad sold his factory just in time. And why'd you want to drive through this neighborhood anyway?" Tommy asks Oliver.

"Tommy." I say rolling my eyes and sitting back.

"No reason." Oliver says looking outside.

"So what'd you two miss the most. Steaks at the Palm, drinks at the station? Meaningless sex?" Tommy asks.

"Not you that's for sure." I answer and laughed.

"Haha so funny jellybean" Tommy says sarcastically.

"Laurel." Oliver answers and my smiled practically dropped. Oliver told me he was over her.

"Everyone is happy you're alive. You want to see the one person who isn't?" Tommy asks him.

Oliver justs shrugs.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"Laurel, I just got this from Hunts lawyers." Anastasia says taking Laurels arm. She hands her the files. "They filed a change of venue. We are now in front of Judge Grell." She claps her hands together looking over at Laurel.

"Hunt funded Grells reelection campaign. He's got Grell in the back of his pocket." Laurel says handing the file back to Anastasia.

"You know, its fun being your friend. I get to tell you I told you so a lot." She says brings Laurel into a side hug.

"No. Adam Hunt isn't smarter than we are." She says trying to prove her point.

"No, he's just richer and willing to commit multiple felonies." Anastasia says.

"We don't need to go outside the law-" Laurel says before Anastasia cuts her off.

"To find justice. Your dads favorite jingle" She says rolling her eyes.

Anastasia walks away. Laurel turns around and her smile drops as she sees Oliver.

"Hello, Laurel." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

-(OUTSIDE WITH OLIVER AND LAUREL)-

"You went to law school. You said you would." Oliver says while they walk.

"Yeah everyones proud." Laurel says not trying to make it seem like she cares.

"Adam Hunt's a heavy hitter. You sure you want to get into the ring with him" Oliver looks at her while asking.

"Five years and you wanna talk about Adam Hunt." Laurel says blankly.

Oliver shakes his head. "No. Not really" He smiles a bit stopping.

"Why are you here Ollie?" She asks while turning to look at him.

"To apologize." He says plainly. "It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her or (Y/N)."

"For what? Falling under your spell? How can I possibly blame her or (Y/N) for doing the same things that I did?" Laurel says.

"I never meant to-" Oliver tries to say but Laurel cuts him off.

"She was my sister. And (Y/N) was my best friend." She said. "I couldn't be angry they were dead. I couldn't grieve because I was so angry. That's what happens when your sister and best friend die while screwing your boyfriend" She tries to hold in her tears. "We buried an empty casket, because her body was at the bottom of the ocean. Where you left her. It should've been you."

Oliver takes in everything she said. "I know its too late to say this, but im sorry." He says to her with sincerity.

"Yeah im sorry to." Laurel says with tears in her eyes. "I'd hope you'd rot in hell a whole lot longer than five years." She says walking away from him.

"How'd you think that was going to go, Tommy?" She says to Tommy while walking into the office.

"About like that." He says.

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We all walk into where Tommy had parked the car.

"Okay, so we took care of that. Good call." He says while walking towards the car. "Now we make up for lost time."

I walk beside Tommy looking down at my feet while walking to the car.

"If you're not too sick for fish, I suggest we find some leggy models and eat sushi all day." Tommy says. "What do you say-"

A van pulls up behind us quickly.

"What the hell?"

I turn back around and see two guys with red devil masks and a gun. They point the gun at me and I put my hands up.

They shoot Tommy. I was relived that they're tranquilizers and not actual bullets.

I run over to the guys and knock down one of them. I jump on the guy who shot Tommy and put him in a black widow submission move. I can feel his body go limp and I let go slowly just incase he wasn't actually passed out. I get down and the guy drops on the floor next to the other guy.

I see the guy that I knocked down get up and shoots Oliver with a tranquilizer as well. I look at Oliver on the floor. Then I feel something hit my neck and I touch the spot. I got hit.

"Shi-" I managed to get out before hitting the floor. Hard.

Oliver isn't fully down and he sees a guy who comes from the back door of the restaurant and another masked guy shoots him. Oliver then passes out.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"Here. Drink" Robert passes a water bottle to Oliver.

"What the hell are you doing? That's all we've got." Says a crew member almost yelling at Robert.

Oliver hands me the water bottle and I take a sip.

"If anybody's making it out of here, its going to be them." Robert tells him. "Im sorry.I thought id have more time. Im not the man you think I am. I didn't build our city. I failed it. And I wasn't the only one." When he said that last sentence he looked at me. I knew instantly he was talking about my father.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Mr.Queen. Mr Queen!" "Ms. Merlyn. Ms.Merlyn." I hear a voice calling. I open my eyes slowly. I open my eyes and it was still dark.

Someone takes the the bag off of my head. My hair flys onion my face and I throw my head back to move the hair out my face. I hear a taser and I look over at Oliver. They placed us next to each other. I look around at my surroundings.

"Did your father survive that accident?" The masked guy asked.

I see Tommy passed out on a wooden thing with his hands tied behind his back.

"I asked a questions. You give me answers." The guys gets closer to Olivers face.

I move my wrists around and try to get loose from the zip ties. He tases Oliver.

"Did he make it to the island? Did he tell you anything?" He looks at Oliver while breathing heavily. I finally get free from the zip ties and get up with out the other guys noticing.

"Hey um excuse me sir. I really I have to use the bathroom is it this way or this way" I point in different directions.

"Yeah they're just over the-" He realizes that im free. I break the chair over his back and grab two broken legs and stab the other two guys with it. I clap my hands together. "That was easy." I laugh while untying Oliver. I put them in a corner and zip tie them.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)

"So that's your story, a guy in a green hood flew in and single-handedly took out three armed kidnappers." Detective Lance asked us. "I mean, who is he? Why, why would he do that?"

"I don't know." Oliver says.

"Find him and you can ask him." I tell Detective Lance with my arms crossed and a serious look on my face.

"Yeah. What about you? You see the hood guy?" Lance asks Tommy.

"I saw... just movement." Tommy says still trying to wrap his head around everything. "Everything blurry. I, I was kinda out of it." Oliver looks at Tommy then at Lance

"Its funny isn't it. One day back and already somebody's gunning you two." Lance says looking at both of us. "Aren't you popular?"

"Were you able to identify the men?" Moira steps in asking Lance.

"Scrubbed identities, untraceable weapons." Says Lances partner. "These were pros."

"Yeah." Lance says. "Well, they probably figured you'd pay a kings ransom to get your boy back or a Queens ransom as it were." Lance looks a Moira. "After all a parent would do anything to keep their child safe." Lance says looking at Oliver.

"I don't find your tone appropriate, detective." Moira says.

"I mean you would know about wanting to keep you child safe right Quentin. You have two of your own right? Or should I say one?" I look at Lance with a straight face.

Lance was about to say something but Walter stands up from his seat and walks closer to Lance,

"If Oliver and Ms.Merlyn can think of anything else, we'll be in touch. Thank you gentleman for coming." Walter says, putting his hands in his pocket while looking at Lance and his partner.

Lance scoffs and puts the drawing away. Oliver gets up and straightens his clothes. I stand up as well.

"Your luck never seems to run out, does it?" He says looking at both of us. Raisia walk the men out of the house.

"Im going home now." I say while walking to Moira. "Thank you for having me Moria, it was a pleasure staying over and getting to see you again." I tell her while hugging her and kissing both of her cheeks.

"Why leaving so soon hun?" Moira asks with sad eyes.

"I have to see my dad. I haven't seen him since I got back." I told her and she brings me into a hug.

"Okay, be careful hun okay? and remember this will always be your home okay." She says.

"Okay." I say walking away without saying anything to Tommy or Oliver.

-(WITH OLIVER IN HIS ROOM)-

Oliver sits at his desk searching up everything he can find on Adam Hunt. He looks at a piece paper but then puts it down. He sees a picture of you and him and another photo of him and Laurel. He flips over his fathers book and he sees that Adams name is in it.

"You are different. Not like you to read a book." Raisa says walking into his room with a tray in her hand. Oliver flips over the book and closes the tab he was on. He sits back and smiles.

"I misses you Raisa." He says.

"No kitchen on the island." She says.

"No. No friends either. Except (Y/N), but she's not really a friend she's more like my.." Oliver says trying to find the word.

"Your girlfriend?" She says smiling at her.

"Yeah. My girlfriend." He says smiling. 'My girlfriend' he says again in his head.

"Hey. Thank you." He says getting up and grabbing the tray from Raisa. She smiles and nods at him. "Do I really seem different?" He asks her putting the tray down on his bed.

"No. You're still a good boy." She says.

"Oh I think we both know I wasn't."

"But a good heart"

"I hope so. I want to be the person you told me I could be."

-(WITH YOU AT THE MERLYN MANOR)

I walk into to my house. I look around and see that everything's still the same. I put my jacket on the coat rack and I walk in.

I look around at all the photos my dad has of me and Tommy when we were younger. I smile and cross my arms while browsing through the photos. I come across this one photo of me and my mom. I take it and look at it. I smile at it while running my fingers on the frame. I can feel tears forming in my eyes but I hold them back just in case someone sees me. I hear the front door open. I hear my dads voice. He was on the phone. I keep looking at the photo waiting him to walk into the room.

Since the room was kind of dark, only a little light from the dining room came into the living area.

He sighs as he puts his coat on the coat rack. He walks into the living area and sees a figure.

"Who are you?" He says stopping in his tracks, trying to make out my figure.

"That's no way to greet your daughter. Dad." I say as I turn around to look at him. I place the picture back on the table.

"Jellybean? Is that really you?" He asks me on the verge of tears. He looks rough. He had red eyes, eye bags, crooked tie, messed up shirt, stains on the shirt.

He brings me into a hug. He reeks of alcohol and Big Belly Burger. He was sweating. I hug him back but eventually pull back. I couldn't stand the smell he had.

"I missed you so much jellybean. Everythings been falling apart ever since you disappeared. Ive been falling apart since you left.I felt lost. The same way I felt when your mother died." He says. I nod understanding his hurt.

"Did you leave Tommy alone? Like you left us when mom died?" I ask him crossing my arms. He nods disappointedly.

"Fucking shit dad. are you serious right now. Just because you were hurt and broken I was gone. didn't mean leave your son alone to grieve my so on so 'death' alone just because you couldn't handle it. You're such a dick you know that right." I scoff and start walking out.

"(Y/N) wait!-" He says running after me.

"Dad go take a shower and get some sleep. Call me when your fucking sober." I tell him grabbing my coat off the coat rack and walking out of the house.

I hop on my motorcycle and put my helmet off.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house but Moira stops him.

"Oliver, I wanna introduce you to someone." She says reaching out for his hand. Walter stands next to her. A man who had a serious look on his face. "John Diggle. He'll be accompanying you from now on." She says smiling at him.

"I don't need a babysitter." Oliver says looking at both Walter and Moira.

"Darling, Oliver's a grown man. And if he doesn't feel he needs armed protection-" Walter couldn't finish before Moira interrupted him.

"You know, I understand, but this is something I need." She says looking at Walter then back at Oliver.

Oliver looks at John.

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"So.. What do I call you" Oliver asks John.

"Diggle's good." Diggle responds to Oliver. "Dig of you want."

"You're ex-military?" Olivers asks Diggle

"Yes, sir. 105th airborne out of Kandahar, retired." Diggle says keeping his eyes on the road. "Been in the private sector for a little more than four years now. I don't want there to be any confusion Mr.Queen. My ability to keep you from harm will outweigh your comfort. Do we have an agreement? Sir?" Diggle looks at the mirror then looks back. He sees Oliver isn't in the back anymore. He stops the car and gets out. He opens the back door and looks inside.

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Oliver walks with a duffle bag and a book bag. He looks around to see if there is anyone around. He makes it to Queen industrial. He throws his bags over and hops over the fence. He picks up both bags and puts them on his shoulder.

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Oliver opens the doors into the factory and walks in. They're are papers everywhere. He looks down and sees that he step on an 'Annual Report' with his dads face on it.

'The abduction was unexpected. It forced me to move up my plans. But what I told the police was true. The man with the green hood was there in that warehouse and he was just beginning.'

Oliver makes a hole in the floor. He grabs a package and drops it with a rope in a big space. He starts tearing up floors.

He powers up the lights. He sets everything up.

He looks at the computer with a map and goes to another computer that he uses to hack.

He puts some safety goggles on and sits down near where his arrows are. He starts sharpening them.

he starts working out. (I did not feel like writing everything did in this scene.)

He takes the case that he brought from Lian-Yu out. He takes his bow out and examines it. He walks over next to the table and throws tennis balls at the wall. He throws arrows at the tennis balls. When he stops he hit all the balls ;).

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Oliver finished training and sits down. He sits down in front of the TV.

"The suit alleges that Hunt committed multiple acts of fraud and theft against the city's underprivileged." Says the new anchor.

Oliver looks at the book that had the names in it.

"Laurel Lance, an attorney for the city necessary-"

'Adam Hunt. His crimes go deeper than fraud and theft but he's been able to bully, bribe or kill anyone who's gotten in his way. He hasn't met us yet.' Oliver grabs his suit and puts it on.

-(WITH YOU AT YOUR PENTHOUSE)-

I walk into my house and all the lights are turned off. My dad must've not wanted to give it away. I put my jacket on the coat rack and my keys in my key bowl.

"Its cold in here" I say to myself as I fully walk in. I walk up the stairs and go to my room. I hop into the shower and change. I put on a 1995 Chanel cropped jacket with some ripped blue jeans. I do my hair and walk downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and walk to the fridge.

"Marge?" I say yelling out for my AI.

"Welcome back Ms. Merlyn." Marge says.

"Its good to be back Marge" I say smiling.

"Marge mind playing my playlist for me?" I ask her.

"I do not mind at all Ms.Merlyn." She says.

-Playing Back to Black-

I start singing along to the song. I move my hips side to side

"You go back to her and I go back to" I sing along while grabbing stuff out the fridge.

I hear something fall over and I stop.

"Marge. Lower the music." I say quietly and she lowers the music.

I grab my katana that Oliver gave me from its stand. I take off my heels and start walking slowly outside. I hear rubbling. I walk into my foyer and see a large figure in a suit. They lights of my dining room were off so I couldn't see properly.

"Ill give you three seconds to reveal yourself or ill chop you up into pieces." I say walking closer to the dining room.

I jump on the person and do the black widow submission hold. I can feel the person become limb and I slowly get off and I drag the person to the kitchen and sit them on the chair in the kitchen. I take off their hood and I see their face.

"What the fuck." I say in disbelief. Its Oliver. The last person I want to see. I put my heels and continue to cook.

I pour myself a mega pint of wine in my glass. I wipe my head and look at Oliver.

'What the actual fuck was going to plan on doing.' I say to myself. I just continue cooking.

I drink my wine and stare at Oliver. He starts moving and grunts. by this time I've finished eating

"Sleeping beauty's alive! What a surprise." I say sarcastically while taking a sip of my wine.

"What the hel-" He looks at me in shock.

"What didn't expect me to be in my house Oliver?" I say while finishing my food.

I get up and put my plate and fork in the dishwasher.

"Do you want some or?? because I made a lot and im not going to eat more." I say blankly not looking at him.

"Well? Are you going to explain what you're doing breaking into my house Oliver?" I look at him taking another sip of my wine.

"Oliver? Why aren't you call me Ollie hun?" Oliver says sitting up.

"I don't know" I shrug. "Cause I don't want to I guess."

Oliver grunts in pain and clutches his chest.

"Hold on let my fix that up for you." I say grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink.

I pull up the chair in front of him. I take off his hood and his shirt. I open the kit and grab the thread and needle. I start to stitch his shoulder. I don't ask him about anything that happened.

"If I get your blood on my jacket im making you buy me a new one." I say while concentrating on stitching his shoulder.

"Okay will do." He says.

I finish stitching him up and I start putting the stuff away. I bandage him up just in case.

"Why are you mad at me hun?" He asks me while taking my hand softly.

I snatch my hand away softly and get up.

"Im not mad. Im completely fine." I say putting the first aid kit away.

"You don't seem fine (Y/N)." He says looking at me as I throw away the stuff with blood.

"I don't know, would I be fine if my boyfriend comes back from the dead with me and the first thing he wants to do when he comes back is go to see his ex girlfriend. AFTER telling me you were over her. No I don't think im fine 'hun'" I roll my eyes at him.

"I-" He was about to start talking but I cut him off.

"Can you just.. leave please. I want to be alone right now." I say.

"I-" Oliver was about to say something again.

"Just leave please." I tell him and he grabs his stuff and leaves.

I down the rest of my wine. This is going to be a longgg night.

-(IN THE MORNING WITH HUNT)

"He was wearing a hood, a green hood. And he had a bow and arrow." Hunt says to Lance and his partner. "What you don't believe me? That maniac put two of my men in the hospital."

"Well thanks for your statement."Lance says as Hunt hands over the arrow to his partner. "We'll put an APB on... Robin Hood." He says looking at the arrow and back and Hunt.

"Hey, pal. Im not some grocer who got take for his register. I go to the front of the line. Now he said he would be here by 10pm. Make sure you're here first." Hunt says as Lance nods his head. "You can coordinate with Mr. Drakon my new head of security." Hunts points to a man who is wearing all black and a leather jacket with gloves. He had his hands on his hips.

"Alright well uh thanks for your time." Lance smirks and walks out with his partner.

"It looks like Queen and Merlyn were telling the truth." Says Lances partner.

"Yeah well there's a first time for everything." Lance says as they walk to the elevator. "This hooded guy comes looking for trouble, he'll find it.

-(WITH YOU)

You wake up to rustling nosies. You get up quickly with a knife in your hand. You wake up to see Tommy opening your blinds.

"What the actual fuck Thomas." I say blocking the afternoon sun out of my face with the hand I have my knife in.

"Cmon Jellybean, its 5pm and your party is in 3 hours." He says sitting next to me.

"Can I just stay here? Im not really in a party mood right now bear." I lay back down and put the comforter over my face.

"Nope, nope nope we are not doing this. Oliver told me what happened." He says taking the comforter off and dragging me off the bed. "The maids are here to clean so you have to get up."

"ya ub'yu tebya golymi rukami" I say under my breath while walking to my bathroom.

(Im going to kill you with my bare hands.)

"What was that?" He says.

"Etot ostrov pokazal mne mnogo veshchey, i ya sobirayus' pokazat' vam odin iz navykov, kotorym ya nauchilsya. Snachala ub'yu tebya golymi rukami." I say louder.

"I still cant understand you jellybean." He says.

"that island showed me a lot of things and im going to show you one of the skills i learned. First is kill you with my bare hands Thomas." I say rolling my eyes and walking into the bathroom.

I can hear the shock in his movement. I hear him about to say something.

"Say something else Thomas." I throw a knife at him and made sure to miss.

"Next time I won't miss." I close the door and started to get ready.

-----

I get out the shower and start to get ready. I blow my hair out and do some light make up. I walk into my room and I start getting dressed. I put on a silk Dolce and Gabbana old Hollywood dress on. I pair it with a Ophelie T-strap sandals from Gucci of course. I put on a necklace and a pair of earrings and golden Ippolita anniversary stack on.

I walk out of my room and Tommy is waiting for me in the foyer. He looked at me stark struck.

"Thomas if you say something. I will make sure to chop your limbs off piece by piece." I tell him while grabbing my dress so I can walk properly.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house and unbuttons his jacket and opens the door. He peeps his head in and sees Diggle.

"Put on your seat belt, sir. Wouldn't want you to miss your party." He says to Oliver.

Oliver accepts his defeat and gets into the car.

-(AT THE CLUB)

I walk into the by myself because I told Tommy to get there before me because I wanted to go on my bike.

I walk in and I see Oliver.

"Oh great." I say under my breath.

I walk up next to Oliver and I don't say anything. I can feel him look over at me.

"You look amazing tonight." He says while looking at me up and down.

"You don't look to bad yourself Oliver." I say.

"Well should we start walking down?" He asks me and offers my hand. I take it.

We start walking down the stairs and he takes his phone out of his pocket. The time reads 9:07pm. Tommy sees us and looks at his hand in hand and smirks. Tommy asks the DJ to cut the music and he runs up to us.

"Everybody, hey! Man and Woman of the hour!" He says wrapping his arm around Olivers shoulder and slaps his chest. "Whoo! And ladies, please give this man a proper homecoming." Tommy says we both walk down the stairs.

"Thank you very much everybody!" Oliver tells the crowd

"Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Ollie. Jellybean!" He hands us shots of tequila. We all take the shot and I squeeze my face.

"I missed tequila!" I yell out and the crowd cheers.

-(WITH HUNT)

Hunt picks up his glass of whiskey, the time reads 9:25pm. He takes a sip of the whiskey. His men are getting ready, loading up their guns with bullets and giving each other magazines.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Hunt asks Drakon who is staring outside the window.

"Party for the guy and chick who got rescued off that island." Drakon tells Hunt. "Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn."

Adam takes another sips and he walks away angrily.

-(AT THE CLUB)

Oliver is flirting is out somewhere flirting with other girls some where else. Im on the dance floor dancing with a guy.

Tommy walks up to Oliver and they both look at Diggle.

"Hey, does he wipe for you, too?" Tommy asks. "Now by my rough estimate you have not had sex in 1839 day."

"Uhhh well you're wrong actually bud." Oliver says

"Oh wow really with who? Is she anyone I know?" Tommy turns around and looks around.

"Yes. It is." Oliver says while smirking.

"Well who's the lucky lady?" Tommy asks again. Olivers looking at you on the dance floor dancing with another guy.

"That shall forever remain a secret." Oliver says.

"Wells lets find you another gal. And as your wing man, I highly recommend Carmen Golden." Tommy says.

"Which one is she?" Oliver asks crossing his arms while looking at three girls who are dancing.

"The one that looks like the chick from Twilight." Tommy says.

"What's Twilight?" Oliver asks confused

"You're so better off not knowing."

I walk over to Ollie.

"Did you invite T? She's over there talking with some dude and her friends are here too. And the last time I checked they were all 17." I look at Oliver crossing my arms as I looked at Thea. The guy hands Thea something and me and Oliver look at each other.

"We'll be back in a minute." Oliver says. We walk next to each other and walk over to Thea.

"Ollie (Y/N), hey!" Thea says "Well this party is sick." She says smiling.

"Who let you in here?" Oliver asks her.

"I- I believe it was someone who said 'Right this way Miss. Queen"

"Well you shouldn't be here T." I tell her with a soft caring look on my face while my arms are crossed.

"(Y/N) im not 12 anymore." She looks at me.

"No, you're 17." Oliver says

"Ollie (Y/N) I, I love you. But you cant come back here and judge me." She looks at him. "Especially for being like you two." She looks at both of us and I just stand there in shock.

"I know that it couldn't have been easy for you when we were away-" Oliver tells her before she cuts him off.

"Away? No you guys died. My brother, my sister and my father died." She said. I felt bad for her, knowing she went through all of that at a young age. "I went to your funerals."

"We know T." I say.

"No, you don't. Mom had Walter and I had no one. You guys act like its cool. Lets forget about the last five years. Well I cant. For me, its kind of permanently in there so im sorry if I turned out some major disappointment. But this, me is the best I can do with what I had to work with" She said. "Lets bounce." She walks over to her friends.

"You have the fun dip?" Theas friend asks her.

"Yeah, its, its right here. No I, I must've dropped it." Thea says.

I show the little bottle to Oliver and he smirks at me. We walk over to the trash and he throws it out. Diggle saw us and just smirked while buttoning his jacket. We walk the opposite direction and Oliver bumps into someone. Laurel. God damn she's everywhere. I roll my eyes and look at them

"Oh! Oh. You're here." He says to her.

"Tommy. He made me realize the point that we have too many years between us to leave things the way we left them." She says. "Is there someplace quieter that we could go?" She asks.

I scoff and I look at Oliver. I look at him and he's about to take her somewhere else. I let go of his hand.

"Yeah." He smiles at her taking her somewhere else.

"Whatever dude." I say under my breath as I roll my eyes. I go to the bar and I ask the bartender for his strongest drink.

"Give me the good stuff." I wink at him and he starts to prepare my drink.

"Im going to need a couple so keep em' coming" I tell him as I down the first shot.

-(WITH LAUREL AND OLIVER)

"Im sorry about saying that you should've been the one who died. That was wrong" Laurel apologizes to Oliver.

"If I could trade places with her, I would." Oliver says.

Laurel stops and faces Oliver.

"About Sarah.. there's been something I've been afraid to ask but I need to know." She says holding back her tears.

"Okay." Oliver says softly.

"When she died.. did she suffer?" She tilts her head asking while tears form in her eyes.

"No! Sarah!"

"Aah!"

"No." Oliver tells her.

"I think about her everyday." Laurel says.

"Me too." Oliver say sympathetically.

" I guess we still have one thing in common then. I cant believe im going to say this, but.. if you need someone to talk to about what happened to you, im here." She tells him.

Olivers phone starts ringing. The time reads 10pm and there is nothing in the account. He sighs and puts his phone away.

"Something wrong?" Laurel asks.

"I asked somebody to do something. They didn't do it. Laurel. You always saw the best in me. Right now, that's what you're doing. You're looking at me and you're wondering if that island changed me somehow? If it made me a better person? It didn't. Stay away from me otherwise.. im just going to hurt you again. This time it will be worse. Got to roll. I got five years of debauchery to catch up on." He says about to walk away.

Laurel gets closer and she looks like she's about to cry.

"You know what Oliver.. You're wrong that island did change you. At least now you're honest." Laurel walks away. Oliver rolls his eyes and stands there.

-(INSIDE)

Oliver walks through the back. Diggle's there waiting for him.

"Something I can help you with, sir?" Diggle asks while fixing his sleeves. Oliver stops in his tracks.

Oliver turns back to look at him.

"I just wanted a second to myself." Oliver says with a fake smile.

"I would believe you, Mr.Queen, if you weren't so full of crap." Diggle tells Oliver. "Party's this way." Diggle points to the entrance to the club.

Oliver goes to the door and grabs the door knob.

"Its locked." He says making Diggle try to go open it.

Before Diggle touched the knob, Oliver grabs him and puts him a headlock.

-(WITH HUNT)

"You two cover the elevator. Hang back and be ready." Says Drakon to four men with guns. He starts walking towards Hunts office. "Stay in the corners and stay alert." He walks into Hunts office and closes the door. He puts in a code in a keypad and it locks the door.

"Its past 10. He's never getting in here."

Oliver throws an arrow next to Hunts window and I do the same.

The lights turn off. They look at the door and once of Hunts guards stands by the door waiting. The elevator dings. Oliver walks out of the elevator and start punching the guys near the elevator.

Oliver throws his bow at a guy and jump kick of the wall onto the ground while holding him.

"You know. Its really a bummer you had to call the cops for back up. I didn't expect a man with so much power needed back up. But with every powerful man comes a coward under the mask." I say crossing my legs looking at Hunt. His bodyguard and Drakon put their guns up and I laugh.

"tch tch tch, play easy boys, no need to get violent." I say laughing. "You know you guys are honestly so dumb" I say putting their magazines from their guns on the table. "Drakon, and you call yourself the head of security but how did you not hear me or my partner." Adam and Drakon go to reach for their walkie talkies.

Oliver throws one of the men threw the door and the other bodyguard shoots him. Oliver walks in and shoots the bodyguards. Drakon grabs my foot and drags me off the table which makes me hit my head on the table hard. I place my hand on the back of my head. As I moved my hand I see blood and I immediately become light headed. The last thing I saw was Oliver and Drakon fighting.

Adam makes his escape and calls Lance.

"Hes here." Adam says walking onto the elevator.

"All units, coverage" Lance says into the walkie talkie. "All units, converge!" Lance yells walking to the building.

By the time Lance makes it to the floor we're on Oliver threw a throwing star at Drakons neck. By the time they made it the floor, Oliver already grabbed me and zip lined to the clubs roof.

-(WITH YOU AND OLIVER)

Oliver walks into the bathroom with you in his arms, he takes off your costume and puts you back in your dress and shoes. He hears some voices yelling and he realizes its Lance. He puts your head on his lap and starts stroking your hair. He threw your duffle bags into one of the garbage in the cans in the hallways.

"Starling City Police! Open up!" Lance says from the other side of the door.

"Its open!" Oliver says while rubbing your back.

"Ha-" Lance was going to say something but then he realizes that you and Oliver are on the floor.

"Is she okay? does she need any medical assistance?" Lance asks sarcastically.

"No, she didn't feel well so she's just resting for a little." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

"Did you know your guy in the green hood just attacked Adam Hunt just next door." Lance says putting his hands in his pocket.

"Whos Adam Hunt?" Oliver asks. He gets up and makes his way back to the floor. "Hey! 2 million dollars to the person who finds a guy in a green hood." The crowd cheers and Oliver goes back to you.

He picks you out bridal style and carries you out the club.

"Ollie! Ollie!" Tommy yells out. Oliver turns around and looks at him. "Is she okay?" He asks while walking up the stairs with Oliver.

"Yeah she fine. She just passed out so im taking her home." He tells Tommy as they arrive to the entrance.

"Alright, take care of her. Ill tell everyone you left." Tommy puts his hand on Olivers shoulder and walks back down to the party.

Oliver places you in the car and drives off to the base.

----

You get to the base and Oliver takes you out of the car. He picks you up bridal style and takes you inside.

He places you on the table softly and steps back. He looks at you and admires you. He smiles then grabs the case. He takes out the herbs Yao Fei had given him. He mashes it up and puts water in it. He lifts your head and makes you drink it.

Your fight or flight activated and you started attacking Oliver. Oliver took both your hands and put them together. He puts hand cuffs on your right hand and cuffs it to the table.

----

In the morning, Oliver is sitting at the desk, Hes looking at the money transferring into all the peoples accounts. He looks at the book and crosses Adams name out. He looks at the photo of his father from the book he had picked up the other day.

-(FLASHBACK)-

Everyone is asleep except Robert. (Y/N) had her head on Olivers shoulder while having their fingers intertwined and Robert had his hand around Oliver. Robert was looking at the crewmate, asleep with a knife in his hand.

"There's not enough for all of us." Robert whispers in Olivers ear. Oliver wakes up and looks at his father.

"Save your strength." Oliver tells his father.

"You two can survive this." Robert says whispering to his son. "Make it home, make it better. 'Right my wrongs.' But you got to live through this first." Robert says shaking Oliver making sure hes listening to him and not falling asleep. "You hear me Ollie? You hear me son?" Robert asks.

"You just rest dad." Oliver says quietly trying not to wake you up and falling back asleep.

"Yup." He says bluntly while kissing Olivers head. He moves Oliver off of him, which makes (Y/N) moves a little to adjust to the new position.

Robert pulls out a gun and shoots the crewmate. This make (Y/N) and Oliver jump.

"Dad?" Oliver says in shock.

"Survive." Robert says before putting the gun to his head and shooting himself.

"No! No!" Oliver yells while you try to keep him calm. (Y/N) bring him over to you and you grab his hand and put his head on your shoulder. He starts crying and you just let him.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

Oliver sits back in his seat remembering what had happened in that safety boat. He hears your groaning in pain.

"I feel like im having the worst hangover of my life." I say while groaning and putting my free hand on my face.

"Says the girl who's spent her whole 20's in a hangover." Says Oliver turning around to look at me in the chair.

"Un-cuff me. Please." I ask him and and he gets up and grabs the key to the cuff.

He un-cuffs you and you move your wrist. You get up and look at him.

"I need to go home and change. I smell as bad as you did on the island." I say laughing at my own joke. I grab my heels and start walking out.

"Ha ha very funny (Y/N)" Oliver says sarcastically.

"Whatever!!" You say walking out.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"If hypothetically $50,000 magically appeared in your bank account it might be best for you not to speak about it to anyone ever." Laurel says talking to someone on the phone. She laughs. "God bless you, too."

"I just got a very grateful phone call for one of our clients against Adam Hunt." Say Anastasia to Laurel.

"Me too." Laurel says while shaking her head and smiling.

"It looks like Starling City has a guardian angel." Anastasia says. She leans in closer and whispers "By the way, your cute friend is here." Anastasia says. Laurels smile drops and she turns around her chair. Tommy's standing there with his hands in his pocket smiling.

----

"You left the party pretty quick last night even after I made sure the bar was stocked with pinot noir."Tommy says.

"It wasn't really my scene."Laurel says.

"I thought maybe you and Oliver went Mano a Mano again. I saw you two head out." Tommy says teasing her.

"There's nothing between Oliver and I, not anymore." She says making sure he understood.

"And here I thought the only thing between you and Oliver was us." He says looking away.

"I wouldn't exactly characterize us as an us, Tommy." She says while she stops walking.

"Then what would you call it?" He asks her.

"A lapse."

"That's quite a few lapses." He states. "Your place, my place, my place again." He smiles. Laurel looks at him and chuckles.

"Oh, come on, Merlyn, we both know that you're not a one-girl type of guy."

"Depends on the girl." He says looking at her.

"I have to go back to work." She tells him getting ready to start walking back. She turns around and Tommy shakes his head.

"Dinah Laurel Lance. Always trying to save the world." He says and she turns around.

"Hey, if I don't try to save it, who will?" She asks him with a smile on her face. She turns back around and goes back to work.

Oliver was there, the entire time listening in into their whole conversation.

"She says the island changed me."

-(FLASHBACK)-

"She has no idea how much."

Oliver sits up and tries to fix his vision.

"There are many more names on the list those who rule our city through intimidation and fear. Every last one of them will wish we had died on that island."

He taps (Y/N) awake and points to the island they are approaching.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)-

A man walks down the stairs and starts talking.

"The police failed to identify the men I hired to kidnap Oliver and(Y/N). They never will." The man says. "Should we arrange another abduction?" he asks.

"No. There are other ways of finding out what my son knows." Taglist:

[enam3l]

Hey, I hope you're okay

I read your post about rockstar! Eddie who hates Tommy Lee, and that made me wonder, which bands do you think Eddie (and the whole corroded coffin) would be friends, like, going to parties, and talking and meeting sometimes

You can ignore this if you want, but I was curious and your writing is so good

Thank you so much! I fuckin love this concept and had a tonne of fun thinking about it. Basically Eddie Munson just loves music and people who love music too. And fyi, he does love Lana. PS: all rockstar eddie munson content can be found under this hashtag if you want to only view that and not just all my eddie munson stuff on the #enam3l x eddie tag

The big one of course is Metallica. The Corroded Coffin boys were never subtle about how much they loved Metallica and how they'd been their teen idols. At Corroded Coffin’s first awards show where enemies were made with Motley Crue, a friendship was also made. Having heard the kind words said about them so often by Eddie and the gang, Metallica made it their mission for the night to introduce themselves. Feeling totally out of place and laughing at how surreal this was, Corroded Coffin were interrupted by a waiter bringing over a bottle of whiskey, a gift from Metallica. The boys were stunned silent. To this day Eddie’s wife says she's never seen him so speechless. The waiter pointed over to a table closer to the stage where Metallica sat and waved. Later, they came over and introduced themselves, complimenting Corroded Coffin for making it in such a difficult scene and without help. From then on a bond existed between the two bands. Metallica acting as mentors for Corroded Coffin and being their support act on multiple occasions. Eddie couldn't believe he had James fucking Hetfield’s number and would often speak to him when things got a bit much and the industry felt like it was crushing him.

Eddie definitely had a kinship with Alice Cooper, the two sitting back and laughing at the madness surrounding them. Both having the same approach to their careers, loving the music and playing up the image but not the gross antics. They both had normal family lives. They were definitely on the same wavelength and stuck with each other at any events and caught up about their wives and kids.

They all enjoyed going to parties with KISS, appreciating the bands theatrics. KISS’s face paint just spoke to their routes in Hellfire.

Mostly Eddie liked hanging with the alternative and indie bands, they weren't as intense and outlandish as the rock scene. Less publicity stunts and sleaze which is what Eddie despised about Motley Crue. Eddie appreciated their musical skill as well as their theatrics and style. Bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and David Byrne. He admired them from afar and eventually grew to know them and just enjoyed talking about their art together.

And Eddie didn't believe in guilty pleasures. There were plenty of artists you'd never expect him to love and respect. He always thought George Michael was kind and interesting, originally approaching him by mistake at a show thinking he was Steve. Eddie was bummed when George Michael died. Also The B-52s, Eddie loved getting drunk and putting them on. You'd definitely go and see them together and get silly drunk and dance around like teenagers. One of your favourite date nights would be to go to soul or jazz clubs, he liked listening to those kind of records whilst cooking or cleaning.

He was definitely intrigued by the grunge scene in the nineties and helped promote and support it. He thought the guys from Nirvana were the coolest he's ever met and attended Kurt’s funeral. Foo Fighters drummer passed away this year and the rest of the band did a memorial gig with friends from the industry, Eddie would've absolutely been there.

But honestly, one of Eddie’s favourite parts of being famous would be getting to use his connections to introduce you to your favourite musicians and bands. Eddie is absolutely no music snob, open and interested in anything especially when he can see the craft that went into it.

Whatever you or his daughters liked he'd be there front row with them. Maeve his youngest would definitely love Ariana Grande or Lady Gaga and Eddie would take her to every gig, wearing merch too. Eddie Munson would be famously quoted for saying there's nothing more metal than having pipes like Mariah or Ariana. And he fucking clapped like hell at Gaga’s meat dress, he thinks she's fucking cool as shit.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello friend it is I “katiekitty261” on a new account because I needed to fully immerse myself into this world lol.

May I request a Tyler x Reader where reader is best friends with Tyler and when he introduces them to Josh he gets jealous with how well they get along and realizes his feelings are deeper than just friendship 👀👀 fluffy confessions and MAYBE A KISS 🧎🏻‍♀️ okay bye thanku

Taco Bell Day - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Super fluffy but a little jealousy

Word Count: 2114

A/N: HELLO sorry this took a while. Hopefully the length of it makes up for it. feel free to request another fic!!

One hour. That was what I promised Tyler. One hour at this stupid gig he was playing at. I’d heard him play so many times that I could mimic every movement and word of each performance like clockwork. But, friends show up when they’re needed and this was ‘apparently’ the first performance of the band with the new drummer. I hadn’t met him yet but Tyler had gushed about how much Josh reminded him of me and how I ‘had’ to meet him. Tyler’s car pulled up in my driveway, ready to pick me up to watch their soundcheck. Normally bands arrived at around 4pm to soundcheck before grabbing dinner and playing at 7pm–at least that was how Tyler managed to convince me to go down to the venue early. “Bye!” I shouted into the house before running down the driveway and into Tyler’s car. The radio was  blasting some pop song which he turned down once I closed my door. 

“Ready?” he had a cheesy grin plastered on his face, one of pure joy. 

“What’s got you so excited?” I chuckled as we drove off. 

“Uh, you’re about to meet Josh,” he spoke as if it was obvious. Most of what he talked about for the last two months was how amazing Josh was and how their vision was the same–to truly make a difference in people’s lives. Tyler was wearing one of the many button up shirts he’d bought in bulk over the summer and a pair of jeans. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him perform without his standard ‘uniform’. 

“So, what’s the setlist look like for today?” I asked, pulling out my phone to text my mom back after she’d asked how late I was going to be out. 

“Um, Migraine, Ode, Time to Say Goodbye, Forest, Slowtown, and Trees,” he said, reciting all of my favorite songs they’d released recently. “Your favorites, I know. I had to make it worth the trouble for you to show up,” he laughed, turning into the parking lot of the small venue the music scene had dubbed ‘The Pit’. The Pit was a small basement type venue on the far end of town surrounded by clubs and bars. I couldn’t help but smile as we pulled into the lot. Tyler always knew how to reel me in, even when I resisted. I glanced over at him, his grin still plastered on his face as if he was hiding some secret that I was about to uncover. We got out of the car, and Tyler led the way to the entrance. I could already hear the muffled sound of drums echoing from inside. As we stepped through the door, the musty smell of old wood and the distant hum of amplifiers filled the air. Tyler waved at a few familiar faces, guiding me toward the stage where Josh was finishing up with his kit.

“Yo, Josh!” Tyler called out, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet room. Josh looked up and smiled, walking over to greet us. As he got closer, I could see what Tyler had meant. Josh had this laid-back vibe, but there was an intensity in his eyes that reminded me a lot of Tyler—like they were two sides of the same coin. He had scruffy brown hair that needed to be brushed. 

“You must be the famous best friend Tyler’s been talking about,” Josh said with a grin, wiping his hands on a rag before extending one to me. His handshake was firm, his grip warm, and there was something so comfortable about him right away.

“And you must be the drummer,” I teased. “Tyler talks about you non-stop, you know.”

Josh laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, trust me, he’s said more than enough about you too. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“More than enough?” I raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Josh laughed, placing a hand on his chest. His laugh was enough to bring a soft warmth to the room. He seemed cool. Josh seemed cool. 

“I’ve heard the Taco Bell story.” 

I let out a loud shriek, turning to Tyler and hitting his arm. “Tyler Joseph!” Tyler laughed maniacally, running around the room. The Taco Bell story detailed the infamous day that Tyler and I had decided to sneak up onto the roof of our local Taco Bell and throw water balloons at people at night–which wasn’t even the worst part. While attempting to tell Tyler that I liked him–which he still didn’t know–I fell off the roof and right into a bush in front of our school principal, earning both Tyler and I three months of detention. “I swear to god,” I pointed at him. Josh and I exchanged a few more words before Tyler pulled me aside to chat about the gig. But something had already shifted. Every time I glanced over, Josh caught my eye, and we’d exchange easy smiles. There was no denying how well we clicked, and Tyler noticed. As the evening went on, I could sense Tyler getting quieter. He wasn’t his usual excited self, and there were these fleeting moments where his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. I brushed it off at first, thinking he was just focusing on the performance, but the way his gaze lingered on me and Josh—it felt different. 

Finally, after the soundcheck, when we were alone for a minute, I nudged him. “You okay, Ty? You’ve been kinda quiet.”

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “Yeah… I just—” he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad you two get along so well.” There was something in his tone that made me pause, but before I could ask more, Josh came over, bouncing with excitement.

“Alright, who’s hungry? I know a killer taco place nearby.” I pulled a face at him, trying to contain my laughter. “I’m kidding, how about Subway?” 

Tyler gave a half-hearted smile and nodded. “Sure..” But as we walked out of the venue, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with him. The usual ease between us felt tense, like something unspoken was hanging in the air. And I couldn’t help but wonder if meeting Josh had stirred up more than Tyler was willing to admit.

As we made our way to the Subway, Josh and I fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. He had a contagious energy, talking about random things like the weirdest venues he’d played at, his obsession with aliens, and how he couldn’t go a day without iced coffee. I found myself laughing, genuinely enjoying the back-and-forth, but every so often I’d glance at Tyler, walking a step behind us, quiet and distant. 

Something was definitely up.

When we reached the Subway, Tyler finally spoke up. “I’ll grab the food. You two grab a table.” He barely made eye contact as he slipped past us and went to the counter. I watched him go, feeling a pang of guilt twist in my chest.

Josh and I sat down in one of the corner booths, and for a moment, I tried to focus on our conversation again, but my mind kept wandering back to Tyler. The tension was impossible to ignore now.

“You okay?” Josh asked, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned in, noticing my distracted expression.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, I just… I think Tyler’s a little off tonight.”

Josh’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced toward Tyler. “Yeah, he’s been kinda weird ever since the soundcheck.” He paused, his tone softening. “Do you think he’s okay?”

I shrugged, biting my lip. “I don’t know. It’s not like him to be this quiet.”

Tyler came back with our food, sliding into the booth across from us, his eyes flickering between me and Josh before settling on his sandwich. We ate in relative silence, the conversation less lively than before. I tried to make small talk, but it felt forced, and Josh must have picked up on it because he didn’t push.

By the time we finished eating, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to talk to Tyler—alone.

As we walked back to the car, I gently tugged on his sleeve, pulling him aside. “Hey, Ty… can we talk for a sec?”

He stopped, avoiding my gaze for a moment before finally nodding. Josh lingered by the door of the car, giving us some space but staying within earshot.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm. “You’ve been acting weird all night.”

Tyler let out a long breath, his eyes meeting mine, and for the first time tonight, I saw it—something deeper than just his usual moodiness. “It’s stupid,” he muttered.

“No, it’s not,” I insisted, stepping closer. “Just tell me.”

He hesitated again, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I don’t know. It’s just… seeing you and Josh get along so well, it—” he paused, swallowing hard. “It made me realize something. Something I’ve been trying to ignore.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly felt like I was holding my breath. “What is it?”

Tyler looked away, then back at me, his eyes filled with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. “I think… I think I like you. More than just… as friends.” The words hung in the air between us, heavy and vulnerable. “I’ve liked you for a while,” he added quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I didn’t want to mess things up, so I kept it to myself. And tonight, seeing you with Josh… I guess it just hit me that I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.” I stood there, my mind racing, the world suddenly feeling too small and too loud all at once. Tyler liked me? Tyler—my best friend, the person I’d always trusted more than anyone else—had feelings for me? I couldn’t hide my smile. “What?” his brows furrowed. 

“Remember Taco Bell day?” He paused at my words, nodding. “When I fell off the roof… I was trying to tell you I liked you and I guess I just gave up after that shitty attempt at telling you.” Tyler’s eyes widened, his brows knitting together in surprise. 

“Wait, that’s what that was about?” he asked, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I thought you were just clumsy. You never said anything!”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “I know, I panicked. I figured it wasn’t meant to be when you didn’t say anything back. So I just… let it go.”

He stared at me for a moment, processing everything, his expression softening as the realization sank in. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “All this time, we’ve both been too scared to say anything.”

I took a step closer, the space between us shrinking. “Guess we’re both idiots then, huh?”

Tyler let out a breathy laugh, his eyes locking onto mine with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

The tension that had been building all night melted away, replaced by something warmer, something more certain. Tyler’s hand reached out, gently brushing against mine, and I didn’t hesitate to take it. His touch was familiar, yet different, electric in a way that made me feel like we were on the edge of something new.

“So,” he began, his voice soft, almost tentative, “what happens now?”

I smiled up at him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through my chest. “Well,” I said, squeezing his hand, “maybe we stop pretending and see where this goes?”

Tyler’s gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of my hand. “Yeah,” he whispered, leaning in closer, “I’d like that.”

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, soft and gentle, like he was testing the waters. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was sweet, like the two of us were finally catching up to what had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

When we finally pulled away, Tyler rested his forehead against mine, his smile matching the one I couldn’t hide. “We should go check on Josh,” he said, his breath warm against my skin.

I laughed, my heart feeling lighter than it had in ages. “Right.”

From a few feet away, I could see Josh leaning against the car door, pretending to check his phone but very clearly giving us space. Tyler glanced over at him, then back at me with a soft chuckle. “We should probably tell him, huh?”

I nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, but I think he’s already figured it out.”

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REQUESTS OPEN

[straightbaittournament]

only the option with the lowest percentage will be eliminated! propaganda under the cut (and more always welcome!):

ava silva and michael salvius:

They have some amusingly straightbaity scenes where Michael initially appears to be interested in Ava (meeting her in a bar, asking questions about her, pursuing her to get her to do things with him and inviting her to kick ass with him) but almost all of these scenes are explicitly for plot reasons or end up displaying the closeness of Ava and Beatrice (and Beatrice’s jealousy over Ava seemingly being interested in a man) instead. Michael and Ava develop a strong close relationship that feels more sibling-esque by the end of season 2 and also Michael straight up dies at the end of season 2 as well.

neo, mew, and shin:

Before the show aired there was all this speculation over who Neo (a boy) was going to choose, Mew (a girl) or Shin (a boy). A lot of people suspected that Neo and Mew would get together and even though the trailers seemed to imply that there was something between Neo and Shin, that it wouldn't end well for them. Turns out the show went a completely different direction and ended up with polyamory with all three dating each other. This song from the show released before the show came out and there's a lot of comments from people before the show came out trying to figure out who's going to end up together (with some people saying that they hope it'll be poly but are sure that it probably won't be) https://youtu.be/5w-nDbr2fxY And here's the famous kiss scene (there's no subs in this clip but the general vibe is that they're telling Shin (the shorter guy) that even the two of them have feelings for each other, they care about him too) https://youtu.be/Gr4fTrXqL8k https://64.media.tumblr.com/80a1b4441645c65825f221a42d2e88ed/36e07bb804d7de75-59/s540x810/bd1bb49d299d904c8ffe9a26b970caf9567eaae3.pnj

edward elric and winry rockbell:

literally in different dimensions by the end! they still have a lot of the hallmarks of "ohh endgame childhood best friends" or whatever but fma 2003 just said. naah. winry got the shortest end of the stick and i feel so bad for her!!! continuity specific straightbait. in every other universe they get married and have kids but screw you two specifically 🙏

hikaru hitachiin and haruhi fujioka:

Haruhi x Hikaru from ouran high school host club. Yes i know she technically gets together with another boy in the end, but there is something so Queer about this ship in particular. Their whole date episode is just screaming Not Straight. For both of them.

rowena macleod and sam winchester:

Their relationship was clearly going in that direction before the writers killed Rowena.

galo and aina (submitted as lio and galo):

Iirc, the whole time the audience was set up to believe that Galo will get together with a teammate named Aina (i might be completely wrong but i think she showed romantic interest in him). That's what usually happens, anyways. However, studio trigger turned that premise on its head with Galo's budding relationship with Lio. In order to save Lio, Galo kissed him. They kissed.

mako, korra, and asami:

it's that one meme where the guy ignores his girlfriend to check out another girl, only the two girls get to know each other and get together. S1/2 has love triangle drama between who Mako will be with (Korra or Asami). S3 no one is together but Korra and Asami become really close friends. S4 Korra and Asami are together. Mako is single. Like the only example of exes being good friends and Not getting back together, as well as giving the middle finger to heteronormative assumptions when after the love triangle is over, the two girls get together Shipping the two girls in a love triangle together but it actually happens

pat and ink:

Pat has a crush on Ink early on, and it seems possible at first that she may feel the same way. However, it is later revealed that she actually has a crush on his sister and is a lesbian. It's okay though because then Pat realizes he's in love with his childhood rival and they become wlw mlm solidarity! Everyone wins!

buffy driscoll and tj kippen:

in the show there's this thing were if a character looks back to someone while they're leaving it means they have a crush on them. so they had a scene were tj looked back towards were buffy was, but then it was revealed he was gay and in love with buffy's best friend who was standing right next to her in that scene enemies to friends were tj is redeem through the power of gay love towards buffy's best friend

alexa, liana, ian, and jeremy:

the Only barbie animated movie where the girl(s) do not end up with a guy. alexa & liana live together and enact a ton of romantic tropes together, the twin guys do flirt with them but then the girls are separated from them by... a magic rainbow. they do dance together at the end of the movie... before the girls leave to go live together again. wearing dresses that are literally the bi and lesbian pride flags. no joke. cottagecore wlw separated from potential male love interests by literal magic rainbow the gayest barbie movie

good luck everyone! now go vote!